#tbh clothes these days fall apart so fast...

[hiyari8]

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Of us don’t have tailoring skills I vaguely learned how r sew but that was in seventh grade lol

I’m sure even if it didn’t look amazing some ppl could “Frankenstein” a new shirt/skirt based on some cloth of older stuff that doesn’t fit as well lol (o know that charity/donation is improving wne all but too bad we can’t resell clothes or turn in a handful of shit and h35 some “credit” lol)

Other than those stupid “gangster” jeans someboys did here I’m surprised it wasn’t a “trend” for some ppl to buy clothes 2-3x bigger for kids that’d grow out of it I stopped qGetting taller pretty early as a teen but still (also I guess as a fickle kid ppl also got new backpacks every few years if not yearly as opposed to those Randoseru JP kids get that’s suposied to last all tho e way to like high school or jr high lol)

i've always wanted to ask my grandma to teach me how to sew and shit but im just so lazy and timeless </3

[changbinniescurlyhair]

reader is ovulating and is needy for changbin, starts with riding his thigh bc thats what she is comfortable with but by the time its over, she NEEDS more.

Title: Desire, My Darling Genre: Smut, fluff Pairing: Seo Changbin x f!Reader Word Count: ~ 2,000 words Warnings: Sexual Content (minors DNI), ovulation, thigh riding, p in v, unprotected sex, praise, soft dom!Changbin, needy reader, aftercare A/N: This request had me melting, I would literally die for this man's thighs tbh. Thanks for the request 😊 I've got a few more to answer, so to the readers who submitted an ask, please hold on a little longer! Requests Masterlist

You’d been restless for hours.

Changbin had noticed it — the way you kept fidgeting in your seat across from him, thighs subtly pressing together, lip tucked between your teeth. You’d barely touched your food at dinner, distracted and dazed, eyes lingering on his arms, his neck, the solid line of his chest beneath his hoodie.

You didn’t even try to play it cool anymore.

By the time you both collapsed onto the couch, the ache between your legs had grown into a low throb, deep and demanding, your whole body warm with the need you could no longer ignore.

Changbin was sprawled out next to you, legs spread wide, scrolling idly on his phone with one hand while the other rested on his thigh — the one you couldn’t stop staring at.

That thigh. Thick. Powerful. Perfect.

You shifted closer, your breath catching slightly as your bare leg brushed against the denim stretched over his muscle. He looked up from his screen, brow lifting.

"You good?"

You hesitated. Swallowed. Then crawled into his lap without another word, straddling his thigh and sinking down slowly until your clothed core met him exactly where you needed.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh,” he said with a little laugh, clearly amused, clearly knowing. “Is that what’s been going on with you today?”

Your cheeks flamed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from his face. “I… yeah.”

You started to rock against him, just a little. The pressure — even through your panties — was delicious, a cruel relief that only made the ache inside you worse. Your breath hitched as your clit rubbed against the denim, and you moaned softly.

Changbin’s hands found your hips, steadying you. He grinned — soft, teasing, but filled with affection.

“Baby, are you ovulating again?”

You gave him a pitiful little nod, whining as you ground down more firmly. “I can’t help it. I just… I need you.”

“I can tell,” he murmured, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to your jaw, then another beneath your ear. “You’ve been squirming all day. Didn’t think you’d last much longer.”

You whimpered and buried your face in his neck, moving faster now, the friction so good but still not enough. He flexed his thigh under you, giving you more to grind on, and chuckled when you gasped and clutched his shirt.

“God, you’re soaked,” he muttered, voice warm and fond. “Making a mess all over my jeans.”

His words made your hips stutter, the pleasure building fast but just shy of that final high. You needed more — more pressure, more stretch, more of him.

“Changbin,” you whined, voice trembling. “I can’t—I need—”

He tilted your chin up so you’d meet his gaze, his thumb stroking your flushed cheek.

“Tell me.”

“I need you inside me,” you blurted, shameless now. “Please, Bin. I need your cock. I feel so empty. I just—can’t take it anymore.”

His eyes softened at your desperation, but his smile didn’t fade. If anything, he looked even more endeared. Like he loved seeing you fall apart like this, loved that it was him you came to when your body demanded to be filled.

“You poor thing,” he whispered sweetly, brushing hair out of your face. “Is my baby aching that bad?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes—please—”

“Okay,” he said gently. “C’mon. Let me take care of you.”

He stood with you wrapped around him, carrying you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing. The moment he laid you on the mattress, his hands were all over you — undressing you slowly, carefully, kissing every inch of skin he revealed like you were something to be worshipped.

By the time he pushed your panties down your thighs, he groaned at the sight of you.

“You’re dripping,” he murmured, running his fingers through your folds, teasing you with a lazy touch. “Fuck. Your body really wants me, huh?”

“It needs you,” you gasped, hips lifting. “Please, Bin.”

He leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep and soft, even as his fingers finally pushed inside you. You gasped into his mouth, clinging to him, but it still wasn’t enough.

“I want your cock. Please, no more teasing—need to feel full, I need to—”

“You’re so needy,” he murmured, kissing down your throat. “So sweet. You know I’ll give it to you. Always.”

And then he was there — thick and hard, the heat of him pulsing against your entrance. He pushed in slow, giving you every inch, and your back arched as a broken sob left your lips.

“Yes,” you cried. “Oh my god—yes, yes, yes—”

He groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out. “Fuck. You’re so tight. Gripping me so good, baby.”

You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, slow — designed to hit every sensitive spot and make your eyes roll back.

“Feel better now?” he asked softly, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Yes,” you moaned. “More, please, Bin—don’t stop—”

“I won’t,” he promised, kissing your forehead as he fucked you deep and slow. “Gonna give you everything. Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Just relax and let me make it better.”

And he did. Until your body went limp beneath him, legs trembling, mind completely blank except for his name.

~~~~

Your body felt like melted wax.

Limbs loose, lungs still catching up, mind blissfully blank except for the lingering imprint of his name on your tongue. Changbin stayed inside you for a long moment, his body warm and heavy against yours, chest rising and falling with each breath. One of his hands gently stroked your thigh, the other cradling your face like you were fragile glass.

“You okay?” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek.

You nodded slowly, too relaxed to speak just yet. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, your nose nuzzling into the curve of his neck. He smiled, kissed your forehead, then carefully slipped out of you — drawing a soft whimper from your lips as you clenched around nothing.

“Shh, I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple. “You’re so sensitive.”

You watched through half-lidded eyes as he padded to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth and his most ridiculous level of concentration, gently cleaning you up like you were something delicate and precious.

“You’re always so sweet after,” you murmured, voice still hoarse from moaning. “Dangerously good at this whole boyfriend thing.”

He huffed a laugh. “Well, if my girl’s going to hump my thigh like she’s about to combust, I figure she deserves a little pampering after.”

You blushed, hiding your face in the pillow, which only made him laugh harder. He tossed the cloth aside and climbed back into bed, pulling the blankets over you both before wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed his lips to your shoulder, his nose nuzzling your skin.

“You really were desperate, huh?” he teased, whispering against your neck. “Didn’t even ask. Just climbed into my lap like a girl on a mission.”

You turned your head just enough to meet his gaze. “Can you blame me? You in that hoodie, looking all broad and comfy? You were practically inviting me to use you.”

He grinned, eyes crinkling. “I’ll remember that next time I wear it.”

There was a quiet beat. Then, with a playful little smile, you wiggled your hips back against him under the blanket — just enough to grind lightly into his still-bare thigh.

Changbin groaned softly. “Baby…”

“Still ovulating,” you said sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes. “And you did say you weren’t stopping until I couldn’t think anymore…”

He shook his head, laughing, but there was no hiding the way his eyes darkened again. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still hard,” you said innocently, glancing down between your bodies.

He huffed out a slow breath, running a hand over his face. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You rolled onto your back and reached for him, pulling him close again. “Guess I need another round to make sure.”

Changbin looked down at you, smiling in that soft, adoring way that made your heart ache. He kissed you — slow, deep, with no urgency, just overwhelming affection — before murmuring against your lips:

“Anything you need, baby. Round two it is.”

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[venusinthesun]

Wife man? Nah wife WOMAN. Genshin women who would be obsessed with their wives!! <3

(Clorinde, beidou, ei; childe, neuvillette, zhongli) all of the male characters have been hit with the trans ray for this because why genderbend when you can just make them trans? /j

Cw: nsft!!, wlw, mostly vanilla sex tbh, childe, neuvi and zhongli all have cocks sorry not sorry

Clorinde who looks for you after she is finished with her duel, leaving so fast that you almost think she wasn’t even there. After dealing with the most annoying of people, all she wants is her beloved to sit with at home!! She loves finding you sitting pretty waiting for her come home, dressed in her favorite lingerie.

Clorinde often finds the idea of “rewarding her” for winning a bit ridiculous considering she has only won- but who she to complain when her wife bounces so prettily on her strap. Her hands alternate between resting lazily on your hips and dragging you up and down, deeply enjoying your broken moans. She can’t help but take in the way you look, almost like an angel (her angel). Clorinde will make sure to hurry with the next duel just to see this even sooner <3

Beidou who nearly tackles you when she finally docks back to liyue harbor. Normally she takes you on the Crux with her, but inazuma with the..uncertainty of their government she left you back home. But now she’s home as well! With you <3 your hugged so tightly you think she may crack a rib, already making plans to go out to have drinks with you. Beidou doesn’t leave you alone for the whole day when she sees you again!

Spending so long at sea away from her adorable wife, of course she has to spend hours remembering your body. Her rough hands gently trail over your figure, taking their time to explore you again. Beidou has barely even touched you and you’re already squirming in her grasp, begging so sweetly for her <3 she has to give her wife what she wants! Her hands pull your thighs apart softly, dipping her head down to your cunt. She feels like she is back in Heaven as she hears your sweet moans!

Ei who only wants to relax with you in the bath house. You two are the only ones in there at her request, the large pool reserved just for her and her wifey! She’s laying her head on your shoulder, and while she doesn’t need to sleep, indulges in resting her eyes with you for a few moments. Being archon means not getting to see you all the time, but being archon also means getting to have private moments like this <3

Ei helps you get out, letting your hand take hers as she leads you back to the changing area. You can feel her eyes glance over ever so often to your figure, taking in something she has seen a thousand times. She insists on helping you put your clothes back on, but you get a bit suspicious when her hands rest a bit too long on your chest. Her hands softly grope and feel around, playing with your nipples just to draw out little whines. She only hums into your neck when you call her out, and she continues to play with you chest! It’s not her fault her wife is so gorgeous :(

Childe would spend all day in the house with you if she could! It’s a prefect picture; snow falling while the fire warms up the house, and you two are cuddled together on the couch. Of course it’s not necessary the cozy cabin childe was raised in, it’s a giant mansion with fatui guards outside, but it’s close enough. She’s pressed against you closely, your head laying on her shoulders <3 it childe could make this moment last forever, there isn’t a price she wouldn’t pay!

Childe plants a small kiss to your lips as her scarred hands hold your thighs open delicately. Her cock thrusts in and out you, your fluids mixing together while you moan into the kiss. She shed most of her clothes a long time ago, leaving you to be able to see scars from her past battles. You can’t help but swoon over her well built body, and she can’t help but take every moment to trail over her wife’s! As she pulls away, her face is a bit flushed and little “so good for me baby” escape her lips.

Neuvilette who relaxes with her wife in the bathtub after she gets off work <3 neuvillette enjoys nothing more than just having you near her while the water splashes around. It’s not often you get to see neuvillette bare, and even rarer to see her actually lean back and enjoy the hot water. She sighs blissfully when she feels your fingers run through her hair, your hands taking their time to fix her up. Being iudex comes with working almost constantly, and getting to have a soft moment with you where she can allow herself some personal time is greatly appreciated.

Neuvillette doesn’t make attempt to stop you when she feels your hand drift down to the front of her torso, a small whine leaving her lips when you wrap your hand around her cock. She leans back into your chest, enjoying the way you seem to know every way she loves to be touched <3 it isn’t long until her cock stands proudly, precum dribbling into the water. Her little moans and gasps are music to your ears as you pump her cock, and you’re almost sure you can see her shaking. And when she finally cums, you press a small kiss to her cheek <3 it’s your duty as her wife to help her right?

Zhongli has lived for thousands of years, but by far one of her favorite experiences is having tea with you. It’s prepared by zhongli herself- delicately handled with care before being placed down on the table. It’s a lovely day in liyue, you two resting in the courtyard of zhongli’s abode (the joys of your partner having a suspiciously nice house and no money). She’s telling you about stories from decades ago, answering every one of your questions with grace while still sipping her tea. She’s admiring you as she carries on, slipping in a few compliments meanwhile <3

She’s not even breaking a sweat holding you up, her hands gripping into your thighs while you legs wrap around her waist. She can’t help the small grin that comes to her face hearing your moans into her neck as she continues to thrust into you. While your face is beet red and your pussy is fighting to fight all of her inside, she’s just whispering little words of love into your ears. And don’t even think about saying something remotely bratty, one roughly squeeze to your ass puts you right back in your place as she chuckles at you. Damn your archon wife.

Requests are open!! Do you like lesbians? Do you like obey me, Genshin or wuthering waves? Feel free to ask for any character (besides children)

[riaki]

OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES

BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if

What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass

But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.

Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show

Maybe she realizes that

Maybe she starts thinking

Maybe she drifts apart

And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see

Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell

And Gojo goes again

And he reels her in

And once he has her

Only to see as her smile begins to fade

As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again

And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand

As he slowly takes away your smiles again.

But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...

You hope.

sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣

this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!

yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.

fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.

so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.

it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.

eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.

once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.

but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

paaaaaaart one

[satoruhour]

a/n: uururgghghh im starting to struggle to write i swear the next one will be a fluff one. pt.2 to this

warnings: long piece, sugar daddy!au, discussions of kinks including daddy kink, filming, cockwarming, creampies / breeding kink, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), phone sex, fingering, cumshots, praise, somnophilia, handjobs, size kink, lingerie, let me know if i missed anything, n*sfw under the cut

✶ NANAMI

nanami is an interesting sugar daddy. he thinks it’s bc the opportunity came so randomly that he didn’t know what to do, so he’s new to this as you’re new to him, not expecting the man to show up when you had sent a drunk email to a craigslist listing

it was amusing seeing your email, but he could tell there was at least a bit of need for some monetary assistance when u sent it in because yes, you were drunk but also the type of honest drunk that reminded him of a certain friend… you literally spelt it all out for nanami in the email

and you explicitly remember sinking into your hands when you listened to your friend to go ahead with the meeting and nanami’s small amused smile, knowing way more things about you on your first meeting just from the message

you’re nanami’s first sugar baby, so tbh he doesnt know what to expect, but if he were to actually choose, he wouldnt want a sugar baby, like geto, who is too used to being indulged and spoiled. he needs gratitude or a thank you when he buys you things and he’s okay if youre picky, just not too bc then it’s like impossible to please you

he reluctantly asks gojo about it later on and he is so annoying while explaining to nanami about sugar babies and stuff, but gojo made some pretty good points, shoving a picture of his own sugar baby into nanami’s face with a laugh and then nanami immediately leaves LMFAO

i’d say nanami is pretty lenient though, just strict about what you spend money on sometimes. like if you’re buying a 2024 diary for you to journal, he’s just going to stare at you because he KNOWS you will not keep that journal up lol (sorry to the those who like to journal ahhdhfner)

or like buying those weird expensive snacks with new, experimental flavours only for it to taste like shit and nanami has to gulp down two glasses of water after eating a bbq flavoured chocolate bar

ok im aware this would work even if he wasn’t ur sugar daddy but just pretend

nanami learns the ins and outs for caring about a sugar baby pretty fast, wiring you an allowance everyday and bringing you to events occasionally, but more importantly figuring out your boundaries and how this relationship would go about

it started off purely transactional at first, but then he starts to imagine meeting up more with you, taking you places. it happens against his will for him bc he’s seen these types of relationships fall apart, and he hates opening up to ppl in the first place. but then one day you’re telling him youre meeting with someone from university and he gets so annoyed the next time you meet up

turns out you were hoping he’d do something about it, and he did

like gojo, he wants to be a good boyfriend as he is being your sugar daddy

although he’s very stoic, you know he cares for you when he does small things like buying you the right kinds of pads, paying silently for the dinner when he goes to the “toilet”, finding jobs with you because he doesnt mind if you want to earn ur own money, occasionally buying you little things he finds in high-end stores that are not clothes that reminds him of you.

he doesn’t mind the minor dent in his account after treating you, bc he knows you’re content with already needing money for university. the extra gifts are just a bonus and it warms your heart when he does all these small things

gives you money like semi-often!! he knows you dont spend it impulsively so he spreads out the times he gives you your allowance 

being his sugar baby is sooo classy like you have gotten so many tight black dresses for events that sometimes you cant find things to wear to the grocery store

goes ALL out for anniversaries always, buying you matching necklaces where he takes the other half, bouquets of flowers, that pair of earrings you were looking at the storefront

oh yea he’s always buying you bouquets, you have no idea where to put them

he’s better with larger, wearable gifts as opposed to gojo’s type of small trinket gift giving, but just like gojo he also loves getting you an initial necklace, but just for the sole purpose of showing that you belong to him. it’s cute, he finds himself staring at the N.K. on your neck every time you meet up 

nanami loves his suits, but he is TERRIBLE at dressing out of them. mismatched patterns, ugly ass shoes, please save him

he lets you drag him to buy some clothes for him but whatever he swears he just looks like a grandpa. maybe it’s bc of his light coloured hair

very good at giving pointers for your style tho, so he smiles when he sees you pick a dress bc he said so, a hand dipping down to your ass to squeeze briefly

loves when you visit him in the office whenever you have no classes for the day, a cute sundress on as you bring his lunch like a cute lil wife.

he values privacy a lot and doesnt like to open up at times, so it takes a while for him to properly let you in in his insecurities and doubts. it happens at first when you realise nanami doesnt call you the various pet names he does when around ppl he knows and you bring it up and it escalated into a whole argument

you were just so close to leaving to give him his space but then he starts slowly about having people leave him before and he doesnt want to mess this shit up again. he feels you deserve better, but you told him he is better

with that, u were able to deepen ur bond, but also it allowed nanami to allow a person in his life again, letting your things take over his bathroom space and living room

the first time he considers buying a ring is when you hang off his arm and interact kindly with his clients and fellow CEOs, ignoring the strange pull of his heart. it’s like you understand the importance of

these events, and even though through knowing you and how you didnt exactly favour crowded places, you still put yourself through it

you have to catch your breath later in the bathroom and nanami’s outside, worried as hell and you tell him youre fine, but he’s not having it so u roll your eyes and exit the bathroom, shocked to see his usually calm face turned into an expression of anxiety

he says that you both will leave immediately and you protest but all he does is shake his head and drive you back. needless to say you had so much more fun watching stupid romcoms and cuddling until youre waking up in the morning to something poking you in the back and there’s this adorable flush that overcomes nanami’s cheeks lol

n*sfw hc’s below

doesnt like to jerk off normally. if he does it’s usually morning wood or after seeing a beautiful woman but he just. doesnt get those desires and the need for release. that doesnt mean hes not good at sex or whatever. hes had his days during uni and stuff, but ever since he’s started work it’s been so busy he really has no time whatsoever

sex life with nanami is sweet yet unpredictable. youve always started out slow and sensual mainly because he doesnt want to hurt you or go too roughly but one day youre bringing up how to make ur sex life more exciting and he went “i couldve done this the whole time?”

you had the best night of your life that night jus sayin!!!!

we have established this thru the fandom but nanami is a pleasure dom when it comes to you, not quite like geto who likes watching you do the work. nanami has to give you the pleasure himself

he’s eaten you out more times than youve fucked and he’s really done it everywhere. he has done it under the table when youre on a call for your class. he’s done it at event bathrooms, he’s done it at night in the park. 

NOW. nanami is not big on public sex but then he sees you bend over during your picnic to catch the plastic bag and the wind blew up ur skirt and he saw ur cute little pussy under …. he couldnt resist it

likes the the possibility of getting caught, and it’s obvious you might because you r soooo wet every time he flicks at your clit

he only does it if he gets to eat you out, and if hes really needy, he’ll grant you a quickie but other than that he can hold himself back - plus you deserve better than to be bent over a bathroom sink

also loves breeding you, unprotected sex all da way. likes the way it seeps out of you and your shivers when you feel him fill you up. would get a vasectomy for you considering how much he looooves to cum deep in you

regarding the kinks you may have brought up to him it’s just hoping he’d be rougher, maybe even try some degradation, you even discussed he could use you when youre sleeping if he wanted to. other things include phone sex and the use of toys, but you mentioned that as long as you were both comfy there could always be a fun time

and bro loved it. u realise he’s only ever focused on praise on most days but when he’s stressed from work he always takes it out on you and you fuckin love it lol.

youve done it over the phone a few times but he thinks he prefers to do a video call better, but the first time he wanted to he didnt know how to switch the call from an audio to a video one and you had already came lmaoooo

you were giggling once nanami grumbled over the receiver, but you helped him easily just by talking bout how youd ride him or how youd suck his cock

10/10 that experience and being with you made him be more open to blowjobs more often, not that he didnt before! but hes always been putting you first that hes never thought much abt his own pleasure <3

warning for drabble: consensual somnophilia, no foreplay, mating press, nanami is a little rough, brief fingering and cunnilingus, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink

nanami comes home to your sleeping figure, calm and even breaths leaving your person with a small smile on your face and all he can do is coo, running a hand up your thigh before preparing to carry you, not expecting that when you open your legs, he sees the centre of your pants harbouring a darker, wet spot, pussy lips pulled taunt from how tight your pants were.

and the man immediately chokes back a moan, remembering the conversation after he had used you to your limit on the kitchen counter, scratching on the smooth marble surface while your face was smushed up against the flat surface. with a little grin, you wished he let out his frustrations on you more, even when you were sleeping — and what better time now that his head was close to popping a vein with how incompetent his workers were?

a moan distracts nanami’s thoughts, and among the unintelligible noises you make, he can figure out how you’re probably dreaming, cock hardening once he hears that you w’nna be filled. that is enough reason for him to unbuckle his pants with a relieved sigh, the cold air on his length making him hiss as he peels his underwear off him, length hitting his torso from how hard he was.

“you don’t know what you do t’me, baby,” nanami mumbles, pumping his cock with slow strokes before swiping your pants to the side, lightheaded from just how wet you seem to be. he drags his cock along your folds, collecting your slick on his leaking tip that mixes with the pre-cum and he groans at how you seem to drip more just from that gesture, inching his fat cock into your pliant cunt without much trouble.

you’re so tight, sucking him in the moment he’s sheathed in you until he bottoms out and you’re whining louder now, still bordering on the line of consciousness and unconsciousness. you’re clenching around him so hard that he struggles to move, until he’s feeling you grasp his arm with fatigue in your eyes.

“use me, kento—” nanami grunts at those words, pulling out just to slam back into you and the slutty moan that leaves you cuts through your slumber because nanami’s deeper than he’s ever been in you. your eyes crack open at your boyfriend who’s currently fucking into you, hips moving at a speed faster usual and you cry out when his tip kisses your cervix just barely. 

“feel so fuckin’ good, just let me use you like a cocksleeve, alright?” nanami groans out, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest and the change in position makes you whine, hitting your spots so well now that you’re in a mating press. from here nanami is hypnotised with the way your juices collect on his length, the squelching noises of your sopping cunt only fuelling him on. “who’s making you feel this good, baby?”

there’s tears that linger at your waterline, struggling to even get out a coherent sentence when you’re babbling incomplete sentences and nanami smiles at the drool leaving the corners of your mouth. “you— you a-are— oh my god!”

“rub your clit for me, doll,” nanami whispers out, already feeling his orgasm approaching from how snug you were around him, and the feeling of your fingers massaging languid circles into your clit makes him grunt, and soon after that nanami cums with a loud moan, so vulnerable in that moment that his deep voice goes up a pitch as he releases in you, hot cum spilling into your womb.

you mewl from the feeling but you’re left empty when he removes his cock and dips down to latch his mouth onto your clit, shoving his fingers into your gaping hole to keep you filled. nanami sucks on your bundle of nerves until you cum with a cry of his name, toes curling on his shoulder as your slick drips down his hand. “messy, messy baby,” nanami grins, popping his fingers into his mouth before he spreads your pussy, seeing the mixture of your cum and his leak out, “let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

✶ TOJI

toji is an all rounded sugar daddy!!! boyfriend.. not so much he is a man who values work and does it well but he gets engrossed in it too much

preferences for a sugar baby vary bc theres a lot of factors involved. it’s not just one thing that he feels will dictate if he likes you as a sugar baby or not but the one important thing he doesnt like is when you dont pull your weight? if that makes sense

like not knowing what you want in life is perfectly fine but if youre just sitting on your ass and expecting money to come in it’s irksome to him, especially when hes worked his ass off to get to where he is today

he also likes it if you have a smart, snarky mouth. it amuses him seeing you flip the finger at him or tell some worker in his company off for commenting on your skimpy outfit

you two met in university. when he was younger he used to work as a professor, but now bc hes the CEO of a big company, he’s only able to handle adjunct jobs

basically he helped you out of a shitty house and stress from not having enough money, that causes you not to do your best in classes and he’s so glad he took a chance on you because he’s never seen you so bright before in class. but he couldnt stay much after taking over a CEO position, so he left in the middle of your second year

pleasantly surprised when he gets an email one day thanking him for the stuff he did for you, offers u a job at his company and from then on he says how he’d like to take care of you despite you finishing school

it also starts out as transactional but one day youre asking to meet in his office to ask why youre getting special treatment and youre telling him it’s not necessary when youre working for him now. “nonsense. i want to take care of you.”

his feelings slipped on a late night when he was working overtime and you stayed up too in order to see toji. you wouldnt admit to yourself but you liked him too. a little more than your usual crush bc ohhh lord have you seen his physique

and he comes out to see you still working and comes to annoy you and just gives you a fat stack of money out of nowhere??? hes bad with words ok

he says i mean it and waits for you to make the first move, but you dont and hes leaning forward to give you a soft kiss. ppl were confused as to why the lights of an office were still on at 3am while you were making out needily on his desk and he pulls insane orgasm after orgasm from you that day

hes a doting man, softened by the years of ageing but he works too much. it’s all he ever knows when you’re on his office couch begging him to go home.

will usually buy in lunch bc hes lazy to get it but sometimes youll cook and bring it to him too.

loves to treat you randomly, but theyre always gifts that you’re confused about bc he hasnt bought a gift for a woman in years so the first time he gifts you an air fryer (not sure why i have an obsession w/ air fryers lately) youre like ???? wtf am i supposed to do with this

and he tells you it’s u have easy access to lunch or dinner without leaving your dorms and youre like “honey i graduated already???” and he’s like oh. oh yea

poor guy did this to himself bc hes so deep in work so he doesnt see you often. he probsbly got mixed up with the days where he would meet you in between meetings and he just was there to accompany you on ur study sesh. he liked watching you study, and it would take a while for him to admit he’s actually liked you way before he offered you a job

toji gets better with giving gifts i swear. and he does it, he lovesss to order things and make the delivery man walk up to your desk with a dior box full of clothing

but sometimes he wishes he could do something more meaningful. he likes to give you SIMPLE handmade gifts. sometimes he gets so frustrated bc his fingers r so big so theyre usually easy to complete things. they’re not like of milestones or memories or photos though, more of silly things like paper rings or a paper fortune teller.

writes. a lot, more than geto. he writes more than makes gifts, and his handwriting is so messy sometimes you dont know what hes saying, but he finds that words on paper is much easier for him than voicing it out (this makes me want to write this me thinks)

so you spend a whole afternoon trying to make out what he’s saying like a detective and when sleep catches up to you he can only smile at your deciphering questions like u were trying to solve a cipher and writes you almost got this line right lolol

looks really good in suits but needs to go shopping often bc sometimes he works out too hard and his shoulders grow again at this point he should continually donate his blazers to thrift stores

sometimes he gives them to you as a jacket of some sort and he tries not to twitch from how small u look in them. the attraction goes both ways, and he wants to cuddle you up and also fuck you silly in it

always wearing that tight shirt of his that never rlly fits him. kinda mediocre and repetitive fit — he’s not exactly interested in fashion

loves to treat you to things. loves to spoil you and see you wearing the things he bought for you, but theyre more casual clothes that he spoils you with. man likes one (1) dress and he’s hoping you wear that dress of the rest of your life lol

toji buys you lingerie just to rip it. i swear :/ youre like that was the last one on the rack!!!! and hes just “ill just commission the designer to make another” like you can do that

and he says im actually not sure. oh speaking of commissions he loves to pay for custom pieces or clothing for you. he knows what he wants for you, and he backs off if you dont like it but seeing something he envisioned on your beautiful body — he just loves it

i said at the start that toji’s not that much of a boyfriend but he tries a lot. you can see he’s trying his best to make time for you in between work but it just. doesnt happen unfortunately. he works on the weekends too so sometimes your dates are compromised

youve thought before if it were to return to it being a platonic arrangement but it hurts your heart to think of that after everything youve been through. but this has been a recurring thing that’s been happening, brought up frequently in arguments as well

it was when he had a business trip on the week of your anniversary that the nail finally hit and youre bringing it up again and he knew he couldnt escape it this time bc you were close to crying when usually you dont. does this shit mean nothing to you? did you offer to pay everything for me just to throw me to the side like you always do?

the moment you see he has nothing to say bc he knows it’s true, youre leaving to get some air and it’s the first time he really understands that he wants to keep you for life that he’s making arrangements to give everyone a raise so theyd work better. and then hes taking time off work for a week

he’s still waiting worriedly for you late at night and your friend just gives toji an unimpressed look and gives you to him, breath laced with alcohol and obvious tear stains on your cheeks and he wants to die bc he was the cause of that

he feels so guilty but for now he kisses your forehead and gets you into a clean set of clothes before laying beside you to hug you close to him. in the morning youre hungover and feel like shit and youre letting toji pat your back and giving you a warm cup of water until you’re going arent you supposed to be at work????? and your boyfriend sighs and brings you into his lap, apologising into your neck as he hugs you

toji admits he hasnt been the best and is willing to do whatever it takes for you to be convinced again and you just stay like that, exchanging slow kisses and a warm embrace, unaware that there’s already an idea of putting a ring on you in toji’s mind

n*sfw hc’s below

toji loves your pussy !!!! ohh my god after that whole situation youve had more opportunities now. he had eaten you out before in his office, fucked you there but was always threatened by time. not that he cared but hes had enough of clients backing out on him so you suggested he go into meetings earlier

it came to bite you back in the ass cause you end up being horny for him multiple times and youve only able to bribe him out of meetings successfully like three times

loves any part of your body on his cock. making out? give him a handjob. eating dinner? play footsies with him and use ur feet to massage his dick. in a meeting? BLOW HIM !!!!!

another one who loves to cum on your face, but sometimes he likes to cum on your chest and tits and when you grab his cock to smother the cum on you >>>>>

he was surprised the first time you crawled under his table a minute before his meeting started and he already knew what you had in mind. he was clearly excited, getting hard almost instantly and had to mask the redness on his face with a hand

toji coughs when you first unbuckle his pants and he’s listening in to a coworker pitch a business idea, trying to keep his composure when your mouth first encloses around his tip. and u have the gall to giggle omg? he cums so hard that time he realises hes the only one left in the zoom meeting after and the other made sure to teach you a lesson after, fucking you until everything on his desk ended up on the floor. he’d have to call the company contractor to cover up the scratch marks on the floor ehehe

obsessed with how much bigger he is compared to you, always towering over your person and he has to resist manhandling you when you place an innocent hand on his forearm and ask him a question

LOVES to send you dick pics. and his are the ones where he actually knows how to pose, like palming his bulge in sweatpants when hes home and youre not

takes a pic of his actual dick under the table at work and alludes to the time you gave him a bj 

his pictures are actually SO hot that youre immediately calling him up just to talk to him

you always end up getting off yourself too though, the raspy voice comin from your phone enough to make you cum

before, exchanging lewd messages and pics were a norm but now if he needs you he’s asking his driver to drive you back to his house STAT. bro needs to be in you asap

he once left an event where he was supposed to be presented with some award just bc you sent a very lovely pic of you in the dark green lingerie you bought on his black card

he fucked you so well that night you knocked out immediately and he had to clean you up, all lovestruck and soft

leans into the ‘daddy’ thing pretty okay, but hes okay if you dont use it either

agrees to be in suggestive tiktoks where they show off their man only to do something totally inappropriate so now that vid is kept in your priv collection bc it ended up being extended and became a vid of you holding your front camera up to your face with tongue lolled out and profanities leaving your mouth

he takes the phone later from you to film how his cock moves in and out of you yyuuuummm he loves it

like gojo, loves to video you because sometimes he goes on long business trips and he needs to have something to jerk off to

his favourite is when you’re on your back and he’s filming your pussy taking his fat cock, folds spreading so nicely while his cum from earlier forms a white ring around the base of his cock oh god he watches that over and over

also loves cumming in you but more of the thought of marking you compared to knocking you up

cockwarming aahhahsddj it’s one of his other favourite things to do, hiking your skirt and tears your pantyhose, sinking you down on his aching length and he just loves the wrap of your pussy around him. trust me he’s trying not to thrust up into you but youre breaking down easily and he hisses every time you shift just a little

warnings for drabble: cockwarming, daddy kink, semi-public sex (toji’s on a call and the person on the line hears), riding, clit stimulation, calls you ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink

“c’mon, tojiii, just for a while?” you pout, tugging on his arm with big doe eyes, smiling to yourself when he just sighs and mutters out a fine.

toji can’t help but smile either way, receiving the peck on your cheek with heated cheeks, but now he smiles wholeheartedly, his hard cock buried in you while you struggle not to move. there’s wireless buds in his ears, stuck in the middle of a meeting while your face is hidden in his neck, soft pants leaving your mouth.

you’re thankful the camera isn’t on at least, but you’re still at risk with the small sounds you make, trying to focus on anything but the pulsing large cock in you. you already regret asking for this when you knew he had a meeting coming up with the thought of making him crave for you. instead it happens the other way around, you begging him to move with your hips while he calmly puts his hands on them, rubbing circles into your back like it helped.

but you don’t care, not when you’re filled to the brim like this and you can’t move, so slowly you start to roll your hips, grinding onto his pelvis and you can hear toji exhale shakily, voice still firm as he agrees ro the budget the client proposed. his hand holds the back of your neck and pulls you from the embrace, setting his eyes on you with a warning but you only can shrug, lifting your hips before dropping down on his cock.

“angel…” he mutes the microphone, the man droning on about numbers and profits making his head spin when his pretty girl was deliberately ignoring his warnings, but he couldn’t blame you with how your hot, tight pussy felt around him. toji assumed his plea of that simple name he liked to call you was enough, but when he unmutes his mic, you’re pulling one side of his earbuds off, mouth close to his ears.

“please, daddy…” you mumble, still bouncing on his thick cock. by now you’ve been cockwarming him for an hour, cunt slick with juices that it drips down his balls and onto the office chair, the movement of your hips only highlighting the lewd, sopping sounds of your pussy. there’s no doubt the other man hears what’s going on but you only press on, the chair creaking below the both of you as you ride him. toji’s trying so hard not to groan himself, throat tight and uncomfortable.

“let him hear,” you whimper out, a hand reaching down to rub your clit and toji grunts at the thought of it, of you knowing you belong to him, “wan’ him to know how good my daddy makes me f-feel, mmf—”

and so he listens to you once you say that, wrapping both arms tightly around you before his hips also meet yours, your juices spurting and spilling all over from how wet you were. your moans get louder in his office while he bullies his thick cock into you, tip kissing your spots so deliciously that you can only manage one word pleas. you sink easily into him after a while before he takes the lead, fucking up into you with the sounds of his balls hitting the fat of your ass.

“my pussy’s so warm and tight. ya likin’ this huh? you little slut,” toji grins, loving how he can feel your nipples through your work attire and the stretch of your pussy on him and the shock on the other’s face. if anything, you both knew how much he wished the camera was on on toji’s side.

“y—yeah, love it s’much! gonna cum, toji—”

toji only hums, capturing your lips in a kiss and effectively swallowing your whimpers as he thrusts deeper into you, “pretty girl’s gonna cum?”

“y-yeah daddy…” he feels you nod and mumble, hands massaging your sides before he feels your pussy clench around him and you cum with trembling thighs and a lax jaw. the way you look and feel also has toji grunting out with stuttering hips and he shoots his load deep in you, sending you into a blissful, dazed state as he spills his white liquid deep down your cunt.

with a shiver, you’re catching your breath before feeling his cum spill out of you, blobs of white pooling at the hilt as you swipe a finger at it to pop it in your mouth, exchanging a grin with toji before he starts a pace again, call long forgotten and a transfer at the tip of his fingers to keep his loyal client’s mouth shut.

ty for the request muaahahahah @moonjella

[000-pawz]

I NEEEED MORE DAD BONEDO HEADCANONS THEY ARE SO SILLY

OKAY OKAY (more under the cut cause i got carried away HELP) also this is my new universe guys so if u see more dad bnd posts, THIS IS THE REFERENCE I LOVE DAD BND

sungho

⭐ sungho girl dad agenda! no arguments!!! i also think sungho would have the most kids for some reason??? maybe 3? elementary age twins and then a baby (i will hold on to this for as long as i live)

⭐ he always wears the baby harness everywhere he goes

⭐ brings all the snacks to every single game. he's the cooler dad with all the caprisuns and cheese sticks

⭐ wakes up super early to make breakfast for everyone and pack lunches

⭐ helps his kids with all their homework and art projects. if his daughter shows up in your doorway in the middle of the night saying they forgot they had a project due tomorrow, he will run to the store at 1 am to buy glue sticks and cardstock to make sure his baby has a project to show for tomorrow

⭐ can be a little overprotective, but he just wants his babies to be safe!!! always reminds his kids that he'll come running whenever they need him

riwoo

⭐ i think riwoo would be a toddler boy dad!!! literally like an even minier riwoo

⭐ when his son was a newborn, he spent most of his time doing skin to skin contact, just soaking up the new feelings of being a father

⭐ supports his kid through EVERYTHING like if he wants to dress up as a pretty princess, he'd buying two tutus on his way home

⭐ very gentle with his disciplining. if his son draws on the wall, he'll show him how to clean it up and then softly explain why it's bad!

⭐ has a hard time saying no and WILL give his kid cake for breakfast if he asks

⭐ loves loves loves cuddling while watching animated movies, sharing a big blanket and snacks with his baby <333

jaehyun

⭐ girl dad to two girls!!! they're a year or two apart

⭐ #1 family guy and the leader of the neighborhood dad group chat

⭐ spoils them so so so so much!!! you literally have to tell him to stop buying them new clothes every other day because you're running out of closet space ><

⭐ shows off his kids to EVERYONE and always adds "they look just like their mama <3" with the biggest smile on his face

⭐ organizes all the barbeques and picnics, invites all the kids in the neighborhood (yes, even sungho's gremlin twins)

⭐ cries every time his kids make him a gift and gives them the biggest hug ever

⭐ also cries on every single birthday because why are they growing up so fast!!!!

taesan

⭐ i see taesan as a girl dad tbh </3 he'd probably only have one daughter too

⭐ reads his kid the most outrageous bedtime stories like why are you reading "1984" by george orwell to a four-year-old

⭐ would let his daughter record a silly intro for one of his songs and show her how he makes music

⭐ takes soooo many pictures of his daughter, like half of his camera roll is his daughter and the other half is you

⭐ his daughter always has the best outfits!!! would love matching outfits too

⭐ i think his daughter would subtly adopt his opinionated nature and then he would be confused as to why she's so sassy and opinionated >< the apple doesn't fall far from the tree taesan

leehan

⭐ boy and girl dada!!! <333 i think the girl would be older too?

⭐ is super annoying during drop-off and probably yells out the window how much he loves them just to embarrass them a bit

⭐ lets his kids do the most random things to his hair... you'll come home and leehan will have a head full of bows, cars, and stickers (you have to help him get the knots out later that night)

⭐ the easiest dad to talk to ever. never gets upset at his kids for confiding in him and always gives them the best advice

⭐ falls asleep in one of the kid's beds every night because putting them to bed is the most exhausting task ever

⭐ teaches his kids how to care for fish and lets them redecorate the take every now and then

⭐ takes his kids on random trips to aquariums, parks, museums (and no, he never asks for permission from you so you always find out in the most random ways, like your son showing you his new shark plushie from the gift shop)

[ryder-the-kooikerhondje]

After the Dinner- Natuso x GN!Reader

A/n: I don't think I've ever written reverse comfort before tbh. It was an experience lol. Ive also never written for Natsuo before so srry if I messed up the relationship with his family and stuff

CW: Reverse comfort, take place before Dabi's reveal, family issues, mention of abuse

WC: 841

Natsuo felt heavy. Exhausted. He knew he shouldn't have gone. Why did he even bother at this point? Nothing was going to change. He would never forgive him. 'Forgive but never forget'- four words he never hoped to hear from his therapist and would never follow. How could he forgive a literal monster? The sole cause for the death of his childhood, his relationship with his family, his peace?

He swallowed, a faint burning in the back of his throat. Every dinner ended in yelling. Every. Single. One. Him and Endeavor- his dear dad- screaming, Fuyumi trying to calm them both down. It rarely worked. They were all forgiving him too fast, really. At least Shoto wasn't taking his 'apology' quite yet. Natsuo sighed, trying to calm himself down. He unclenched his fists, feeling the coldness dissipate from his palms. His quirk tended to activate whenever his heart rate increased a lot. He's pretty sure he accidentally left some frost on the door when he stormed out. Walking down the hallway to his apartment, he took a deep breath. He never liked falling apart in front of you. Even though he knew you would catch him.

-

You knew that Natsuo would be different when he came home. And, as much as you wanted to greet him with a hug and tell him that everything was going to be okay, you couldn't. 9 times out of 10 he just needed space to cool down. So, that's what you gave him.

-

When you heard the front door open followed by the lack of a tired "Hey, honey" or "I'm home", you knew things got pretty bad. You could faintly make out the sound of the door closing and him putting his shoes in the little organizer by the door. You stayed in bed, knowing that he would come to you when he was ready. If he wanted to talk. You heard his footsteps get louder as he walked towards your shared bedroom. He pushed the cracked door open, immediately going to the dresser to grab some clothes. He didn't acknowledge you, so you didn’t acknowledge him. You would wait- as long as it took.

After taking a cold shower, Natsuo felt a little better. He felt clean for the first time in hours. He walked back the bedroom in gray sweatpants and a white tank-top, putting his dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner. The bed dipped beside you as he sat down. You continued to look at your phone, waiting until he was ready. You heard him sigh. In your peripheral vision, you saw his hands drag across his face. He exhaled a shaky breath. You put your phone down and shifted a little towards him. This caused him to lock eyes with you. You saw the sadness and exhaustion. The pain. The bed creaked as he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He started to shake, finally allowing himself to cry. Your right hand found it's way to his hair, scratching gently. Nothing was said between you two for a while, the only sounds being the air conditioning and Natsuo's soft cries (when he was little he taught himself to cry quietly and still does it to this day).

Your hands grounded him, reminding him of where he was: here, with you. His fiancé. He sniffled and mumbled something.

"Hm?" You questioned, unable to hear what he said.

"'m sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for, baby." You kissed his temple. "I'm always gonna be here, no matter what. I'm not going anywhere." He hugged you tighter, afraid you would evaporate into thin air if he let go.

You sat there for another few minutes before Natsuo spoke up again.

"How does he expect us- me- to forgive him…? He ruined our lives. W-we were just kids." He sniffles, leaving your neck and resting his forehead against yours.

"You don't have to forgive him. There's no obligation." You remind him.

"Touya wouldn't've forgiven him." The soft whisper leaves his mouth before he has a chance to stop it. He had told you about Touya and his death, albeit hiding many details and specifics about it.

You grabbed his hands off of your shoulders and held them to your heart. He could feel your warmth and the faint beat of your pulse. It was then he realized how thankful he was for you. How much he loved you. And how much that scared him.

You seemed to read his mind and kissed his forehead.

"You're not him. You are Natsuo. You are my partner, the love of my life, my fiancé. Nothing will change that. Nothing will change who you are."

You looked down and saw a single tear run down his left cheek.

"Thank you."

You kiss the tear away.

"Of course, baby. Are you feeling better?"

He hummed, feeling the dryness of his throat. He leaned forward and nuzzled your noses together. You giggled, happy to see the playful side of your partner start to peek out again.

My Masterlist :]

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Corlys Velaryon NSFW Alphabet

summary: it's in the title :)

notes: why is writing fanfic so easy compared to original works :///

warnings: written with afab!reader in mind, smut, mentions of corlys' god complex

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie  @a-beaverhousen @ilikeitbetterangsty (hmu to be added/removed!)

masterlist | requests are OPEN!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He knows his size. That’s all I’m gonna say. Takes care of you real good, massages you if you feel sore.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, especially his fingers. Also knows exactly what his ringed hands do to you, and uses it to his full advantage.

Loves your ass. Corlys is definitely into spanking, and it shows.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

All this talk of legacy makes me 100% sure that he always cums inside.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to fuck you on every centimeter of Driftmark, and then some.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s seen the world, of course he’s experienced (also he’s a dilf so…)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It’s a tie between anal and doggy. He really does love your ass, and anal is a way to be super super close to you. Doggy is just for the view tbh.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a serious person, and that translates into the bedroom.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely has a manscaping kit from Lys.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think he’d be surprisingly romantic and gentle with you, but then he notices the size difference between your head and his hands and…

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

While he’s away, he does it to relieve himself, but he doesn’t need that when you’re there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size kink, breeding kink, bondage and dom/sub dynamics

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere really, as long as it’s not public

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A display of power from you gets him a little bit excited tbh. It’s more pride than anything, but he still finds it hot.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you. You’re his, and it should stay that way. Also, he wouldn’t enjoy subbing or being tied up, but he loves it on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving, like the man he is. He’s also disgustingly good at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Look at him. He does whatever gets your brain mushy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Seldom, if there’s been a long time period without seeing each other.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as the risks aren’t any of his No’s he’s okay with experimenting (on you)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lasts forever. He needs a little rebound time, but he could go at it all night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s traveled the world, so I’d assume he’s brought some stuff back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease you. As said, he wants you to be a little cockdumb. Especially if you’re very powerful normally, there’s something about you being a babbling mess for him that just gets him going

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Silent and deadly

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Brings you lingerie from Lys and Myr to tear it apart

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He knows his size, and his size is big :)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high I’d say. He needs it, especially if he’s had a long day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes care of you for a while, but as soon as you’re cuddling together, he’s gone

[yomiurinikei]

KEISUKE IRANAMI!!!!!! (<- self proclaimed no1 keisuke fan)

okay i lied post gets to go live NOW !! long time no keisuke hi boyyyy…

•was a bit of a late bloomer, Specifically, took a minute to hit his height. he grew less than 10cm over the few years he was expected to grow more and was worried that was It

•then he effectively Woke Up and grew like a bean sprout. tbh was a Bit embarrassed abt it for a while, i can see a sibling or two or six teasing him abt finally growing Up

•the reason for his longer hair in sdra2 is Honestly more that he hasn’t set aside time to go get it cut than anything

•smthn smthn caring for your appearance/presentation… his sense of self falls under his devotion to his beliefs, bc he’s following a System and Orders instead of thinking things through on his own. 

•does still take good care of himself in terms of hygiene though. his hair is very smooth!!! well brushed

•speaking of haircuts, as a kid, satsuki Hated getting her hair cut so keisuke always got his cut at the same time as her. whenever she needed a haircut, he’d go w her and get his done first, and then she’d go so they could match <3

•totally has had no impact on his haircut avoidance now. totally.

•in general keisuke doesn’t really have time for things he wants to do… but that’s kinda a lie. its less about having the time and way more abt like… bc of how Dedicated he is to his work at the foundation, he… doesn’t have much life outside it. but that’s less bc he works long hours and stuff- it just.. Consumes him

•he gets to his apartment and thinks about the foundation. he doesn’t go get engaged with a hobby. if he’s Invested in anything it’s the foundation. nothing else interests him

•THOUGH i don’t wanna portray sdra2 keisuke as empty shell of a man

•like he’s clearly still close w ryutaro and midori even if things come to a Head when we last see them. he’s clearly maintained a relationship w them!!!! he’s still iranami keisuke, who served his role in helping everyone survive 6.5

•and he’s just Fixates on the foundation. because it gives him a code of beliefs. a system to follow. it’s a promise. 

•he just has Worse issues than he lets on. which is why ryutaro and midori seem so surprised w how he is. he goes w them for dinner and hosts them at his apartment for a game night. and it’s fun and he’s having fun and he’s fun to be around. and he’s one of Many who’s just severely crushed by the tragedy. this is how he’s taped himself together

•hey whoops. this direction was uhh not where i meant to go! speaking of board games he feels like a chutes and ladders guy

•HEY ALSO. TBT OLD POST. he gives satsuki all his grape jolly ranchers. she gives him all her blue raspberries (…most of them. a girl needs variety in her diet!)

•doesn’t have a big sweet tooth but like fruit + cream sweets. roll cakes and etc..

•favorite season is winter but he likes to stay In during it. lowkey has poor circulation in tragedy days, his fingers get Cold fast

•really huge on the Cut of his clothing in terms of how it fits on him. he needs pressure on the right places… likes things heavier on his shoulders, looser around his waist. (context for this is i was looking at his overalls (?) on satsukis design sheet + 6.5 design)

•i think the uniform kinda bugs him bc of this. he likes the vest but he’s gone a size up w the pants. no one tell tsurugi

•just naturally has a p balanced diet. likes a lot of foods!

•Generally not a big seafood guy tho. this is occasionally an issue w traveling around for the circus(/tragedy agriculture changes) bc it’s Such a common meal staple, but it’s part of why he likes sm different things. he’ll eat Anything else

•any seafood he has has to be Coated in sauce/seasoning/etc. if it tastes like the sea, he’ll sea you later.

•a fan of Moderate spice. likes it when it’s used Tastefully~ ….satsuki pranks him a Good Bit w spicy foods. he coughed it up once and she spiraled abt it bc she felt so bad-

•was a HUGE bookworm as a kid. kinda defied stereotypes by still being v friendly and sociable, but he Loooved to read.

•satsuki picked up reading p quickly bc she was curious abt what he was up to. wasn’t super caught by books, though. liked being read to, so keisuke tried to Monitor his book choices a bit

•started to be satsukis #1 big sibling after getting randomly handed her to watch Once. he was just her deigned caretaker after that, and once she was old enough to convey her wants, it was p clear she associated him w being happy <333

•would’ve gotten into photography as a preteen if he wasn’t busy w his family and the circus

•a pretty good cook! but bc of the range of things he likes, he can sometimes make things that others are a bit wary of.

•tbh he’s content living by himself but i think if he had some pets it’d make him happier than he thinks it would.. (+ would Make him be invested in smthn new)

•particularly i see him w cats since they’re happy w being indoor only, while dogs Need to go out. little white and black kitty… long haired orange cat….. my visions are So clear!!!!

[joels-darlin]

Boxes

Okay so, Hi! I have returned, with probably the shortest one-shot in history. But I have been out of the game for too long, so here's me attempting to get myself together and start writing again. Absolutely no context on where this even came from, just that I have been going through some shit and decided to take pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard?....who even knows). Oh definitely not beta read cos tbh I just wanted to post whilst I had the urge and also felt I had a WIP that was okay-ish. I may expand on this someday.

Hope you enjoy and any feedback is appreciated <3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Summary: A break-up and the painful reminders. Pairings: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader Word Count: 540 words ( I did say it was short) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

They say falling in love is one of the greatest experiences in life. Finding someone who you share a sacred bond with, someone who you can call home. However Love is temporary. It brings out the best, but also the worst, in people. The excitement and newness of the emotional bond that can tie two people together.

But they never talk about the other side of love. The sheer emotional rollercoaster that love brings, because for every positive there must be a negative. Sadness, pain, yearning - not forgetting the flurry of other emotions everyone has experienced at least once in their lifetime. It’s hard to describe when your heart feels heavy and the world around you feels lifeless - all because of one person.

There is always one. One person engrained in your mind forever. The one you had to let go that hurt the most. There are only so many tubs of ice cream, bottles of wine and cheesy romcoms you can go through - never able to fill the gaping hole left behind. So explain this, how do you do it? How do you go from having that constant line of communication to well…silence. There is nothing in the world that can mentally prepare you for that. The one thing you considered to be a safe place, ripped and torn from you in a split second. Five words to be exact “I’m still in love with her”.

Everything becomes a reminder. Their favourite songs on the radio, passing by the places you used to frequent for dates on the commute to work. The one that hurts the most; their scent. It’s everywhere clinging to any and every form of clothing or fabric it can find - cos let’s be honest you are still unpacking the boxes they dropped off two months ago. A slow process you told yourself.

It starts well. Psyching yourself up to tackle the last two boxes in the spare room of your vacant apartment, A beverage of choice at your side for courage. It’s when the lid opens and the smell hits is when everything falls apart. The mildly woody & citrus scent of aftershave paired with the softness of laundry detergent they used. Just them. Next the brain starts, thoughts swimming around sending you into a spiral. Overthinking every last moment of the 3 year relationship - where did it all go wrong? Why didn’t you see the signs?

Then the tears start. Cascading down your cheeks thick and fast, much like the raindrops that used to roll off the hood of their truck in the middle of a summer storm. Will they ever stop? No. This is your life now, at least temporarily. It’s all apart of the healing process people tell you. As expected the lids are back on the boxes before retreating to the safe space that is bed. “I’ll handle those another day”

Except the day never came. Those boxes continued to sit in the spare room of your apartment collecting dust for months. Three years worth of memories all bundled up inside, too painful to even look at.

All you knew for certain was that Joel Miller did not love you. But after all this time you had never stopped loving him.

[d34dlysinner]

Hi it’s anon from the traitor MC,WOW,you’re an amazing writer,that it even made me hold my breath while reading each king.❤️

I don’t know if it’s too much to ask ,you can ignore this if you don’t want to.

Oh wait ?MC wasn’t a traitor ? MC was just fooling the angels this whole time ,for them to fall in a trap

But it was too late MC doesn’t want to anything to do with them basically “I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me” ,so war ended but they still feel they lost,oh yeah MC

So what reaction would they have

I hope this brainfart make sense😀

THANK YOU THAT YOU THINK THAT I'M A GOOD WRITER TvT THAT MADE MY DAY TBH- Also, there's never too much when it comes to asking. Just takes time to produce so no worries- You tried to fool the angels, but the kings, who discarded you like some piece of trash, were also fooled by your act. After all the time that you spent with each other, this was how fast they would decide to kill you? They didn't even have a second thought before making their decision. They didn't even question if you were speaking the truth. They didn't even wait before making their decision. They didn't stop their nobles from chasing you out of Hell. Now both Hell and Heaven were against you. And because of some last act of love, they allowed you to go back to earth safely. You couldn't believe what happened. You knew that it wouldn't end pretty, but you at least thought that they would've waited before making their decision. Heartbroken, you made your way to your apartment. You knew that you couldn't stay there. The angels would be after you again after they escaped the battle. You needed a plan. You needed to move around. So when you came home you packed whatever little thing you needed to go around. You will have to abandon your home for your safety. Only later, after the battle did the demons know that you were lying. The angels didn't try to save you. On top of that Michael was completely clueless when he heard about some spy. Even mocking the demons, saying that having a spy would take too much time. He liked doing the killing himself after all. A spy would just halt him and drag out things.

Satan realized that he made a mistake. You were lying for Hell's sake? "Why did you do something so stupid?", would be what he asks himself. He needed to find you again. He needed to apologize and scold you soon after for being this risky. When he looked for you on earth again, he saw that you were packing in some clothes and other necessities in a suitcase. You noticed him in the door opening and laughed. "I thought that you'd kill me if I was in your line of vision again.", you said, almost with no emotion. He felt how coldly you responded and knew that in a way he deserved it since he also reacted coldly to the lie. "What are you doing?", he asked, already knowing what the answer is. "I'm leaving. I guess that you uncovered that I was lying back then? Well, if you're going to apologize... I don't want to hear it. I also don't need to be scolded.", you said. You weren't ready to return, especially since he wanted to kill and ban you so easily. You were ready to leave forever and he wasn't enough to convince you to go to Hell again. Once you finished packing you walked towards the front door. "This is my goodbye and I hope we'll be able to see each other once again, but at this moment I don't want to see you.", you said as you walked out of the door. He was left in your house as he watched your figure disappear in the distance.

Mammon was in the middle of another rampage when he heard the news from Bimet. He couldn't describe the feeling he had at that exact moment. A mixture of relief, disappointment, anger, and regret washed over him as he stopped the current rampage. The once calm and generous king, that was turned into a selfish monster instantly at the words of his love being a spy, felt pain. He felt regret for his actions after hearing your lie. He felt anger in himself for being so quick to discard you. He was relieved that the lie that made him into this selfish man wasn't anything more than a lie. He felt disappointed, because you thought a lie was the best way to help the war. He wanted to be with you again. He wanted you to need him as much as he needed you. Now that you were confirmed to not be a spy he can chase after you once more. He tried to go to earth and to search for you at your place, but once he entered your place he was greeted with an almost vacant house. Precious things and necessities were taken away. The only thing that was left was a note addressed to him. The note read that you abandoned your past and that you'll maybe meet once again. But that depends on him wanting to actually see them.

Beelzebub was wandering across Hell yet again. No one actually knew where he was, they only knew that he was wandering around since people around Hell claimed to have seen him. Even if it were a brief second of him walking across the streets. Beel, who knows Hell like the back of his hand, felt lost. He still felt betrayed. That day where you said that you were a spy stuck to him. He just wanted to forget all of it. He questioned what made him stay with you as he continued to wander. The news of you lying that day reaching him as last out of all the demons. Some time passed when he heard about the whole thing being a lie. It made his heart less heavy as he longed to see you yet again. He longed to talk again with you and mend the mistakes that happened, but he was too late. You were still alive. You were living the best you could with someone that wasn't him. He was too late to be a part of your heart again. Leviathan was still in denial about you being a spy. You both had good memories after all. He knew that he still loved you and he wanted you back. Yet a part of him screams that he shouldn't try to get you back. A traitor is a traitor after all. His days would feel very slow. Everything he does is sleep, eat, and watch as his nobles and lower demons tried to make him happy again. They could feel that their king was distraught. They knew that their efforts did barely anything, but still tried to get some smile out of him. It wasn't until the news of you lying spread that he started smiling. "You lied about being a spy? Just to keep Hell safer? Just to stall the angel's invasion?", he asked himself. You truly were too good to be true. The news made it possible for him to get you back without his nobles planning to kill you. He sent someone to go to earth to try and find you, but they returned without you. Levi would ask why you haven't returned with the demon he sent. That's when he heard that they couldn't find you at your home. Your home was barren, lifeless, it had no character. As if you weren't there to begin with. Leviathan didn't trust this demon and almost went up to earth himself to look for himself. The demon gave Levi a letter that you left before he could leave. The contents of the letter just said how you couldn't stay home, because of safety reasons. Your wish to meet once again, but it being unlikely since you won't stay at places for extended periods. He kept the letter close to him as it was proof that you existed. His new mission now was trying to find you between billions of people.

[annadeedee]

This is a mix of things that are very true and things that are not.

0. I mean. It *is* plastic. That's not misinformation, regardless of rhetorical implication. There are more modern alternatives that are only mostly plastic, that's not an unfair thing to say as of 2024.

1. Correct. For the record, leather uses way more resources and CO2 to produce than an equivalent amount of vegan leather. Even if we take the cattle farming aspect out of the equation (see the by-product of meat production point), turning skin into leather uses a lot more water than pleather. There are nasty chemicals involved in the production of both, and despite regulations, waste management and worker safety are big issues in leather production. All of this needs to go into considerations on overall ecological impact of a piece of clothing over its entire lifespan.

2. Correct. Not sure what the argument is here...? It's true that "vegan leather" is a marketing gimmick, and it's true that it is more affordable than animal leather. See also point 0.

3. Dubious. Most people who have an issue with pleather also have an issue with polyester, as far as I can tell, even if they aren't bringing it up in a post about pleather. One obvious reason to notice vegan leather more (and post about it) is because of how fast it breaks down and becomes unusable and unrepairable, compared to polyester and cotton, and especially real leather. So people will notice that. Also, again, not relevant to the question of whether animal or plastic leather is better.

4. False, has already been discussed in the notes. Not sure why it being a by-product or a waste product would make a difference at all here tbh.

5. Very very true.

6. Misleading to downright false. All tanning methods stop leather from biodegrading *quickly*, as in, they stop your jacket from rotting on your shoulders. This is a reasonable thing to want from clothing. However, it doesn't seem to be true that leather doesn't biodegrade, it's just slow. One source I found said up to fifty years, but it's very very difficult to find reliable sources. You certainly can't just compost it like an untreated organic substance, which is why it doesn't fit the EU definition of biodegradable (28 days), and I think that's where the claim that it doesn't biodegrade, period, comes from? For comparison, vegan leather will start falling apart after a few years of use, but will then take centuries to actually degrade and will shed microplastics the entire time. Out of landfill/composting, a leather item that is well taken care of can last more than a lifetime. Leather items can certainly be recycled into smaller leather items, as long as they are not damaged beyond repair. Any metal bits in leather products (vegan or otherwise) obviously won't biodegrade.

I will add that it is very difficult to find sources on all of this that don't come from very obviously biased sources (mostly people trying to sell you shit). I'd be grateful for some fact-checking while I also delve into various scientific papers and environmental regulation.

As a last note, I'm deliberately not weighing into any further debate on this subject. I just don't like encountering misinformation on my dash.

In honor of another “vegan leather is plastic” post going around, here’s your reminder that:

1. Both are bad for the environment. Leather isn’t better just because it comes from a renewable source. Cows emit methane, take up valuable land, and the tanning process emits harmful chemicals into ecosystems.

2. Vegan leather wasn’t designed for vegans. It’s designed for people who can’t afford real leather and don’t want to smell like shit when it rains. It’s just given a bougie name for marketing purposes.

3. Literally most synthetic fabrics are plastic, but some of y’all fixate on pleather but have no problem with polyester being used instead of cotton for whatever reason.

4. Leather is not a by product of meat production. Cattle are raised specifically for leather and go through an enormous amount of suffering in the leather industry.

5. Stop believing everything you see on tumblr without fact checking.

[cowboybarzy]

unexpected part 3 — mat barzal

tbh I didn’t realize how popular this was with you guys which is why I didn’t hurry to write this next part. but if y’all really love it and give me your thoughts (& even ideas on how to continue) I’m definitely willing to write more!!

word count: 4k

I’m just gonna make this part of my summer series bc they did travel and it gives me an excuse (to literally my brain lol) to post this part now! an insta edit will follow shortly! come along the rest of the trip

📍vancouver, canada with mat barzal this is part of the unexpected series, so if you want to see how we got to this point, read PART ONE and TWO

June

"Sshh, sshh. It's okay, it's okay." Mat's soft voice woke you from a short, but deep sleep. You turned as your eyes fluttered open to see him sat up against the headboard soothing your baby girl. "I'm here. You're okay."

Your hand reached up to cradle her tiny head. "She might be hungry. What time is it?"

"Almost four. It hasn't been that long since you last fed her. But look, she's already falling back asleep." His smile grew and you sat up as well to see her eyes slowly closing. "She's so cute."

"She is." You kissed her head and then leaned against Mat's shoulder. "And so big. One month already."

"It went by so fast. I don't want her to grow up."

The last month since you baby girl, Myla, was born was the most stressful and tiring but also the most beautiful and exciting time. The new sleeping schedule was difficult to adjust to and your recovery was harder than expected. People really should talk about it more. But getting to experience both you and Mat become parents and your baby explore the world was indescribable. She already outgrew her newborn sized clothes and loved being awake looking around the room. She loved sleeping in her stroller while you took her on walks, where you and Mat stopped to get ice cream or coffee. Both of your families had come to visit, too, and of course all of your friends. They loved her and you were so grateful for the amazing support system.

Mat's season had ended a couple of days after Myla's birth, but not after his birthday which you unfortunately had to spend apart. But he was home now and took such good care of the both of you. Although the three of you did spend a lot of time in bed, you made it a goal to go outside for walks at least a few times a week. Your family didn't live far so they were able to visit and you even went to visit them a few times when you felt brave enough to leave the house.

"Oh, my god!" Mats voice brought you back to consciousness. You hadn't realized you were falling back asleep on his shoulder until his voice brought you back.

"What?"

"She pooped. Did you not hear that? That was gr– Oh! Ew! Babe, it's leaking out." He started panicking, then gagged as he held her away from his body. "What do I do? What do I do?"

You laughed, falling back into the pillows as you watched him struggle for what his next move should be. "Babe! This is so gross! Help me!"

"Well, go change her!" You watched him, still laughing, as he carried her with extended arms, trying not to gag again. "It doesn't even smell. There's only one baby in this room and it's not her."

He started undressing her, groaning from the mess she had made. "Oh my god, it's everywhere. How? How is her stomach so big to hold that much?"

You got up to see for yourself, making sure beforehand to take a video of Mat trying to handle this situation. "Yeah, we should give her a bath. That is pretty bad."

"It's the middle of the night!"

"So? She's dirty." You laughed patting him on the shoulder. "Welcome to parenthood."

At one month old, babies couldn't laugh yet, but the noises she made could definitely count as it. So you prepped her bathtub. She was small enough to do it in the sink, so it didn't take long to fill the tub with the right temperature water. When Mat put her in, she started screaming. She hated baths for the most part, but unfortunately she had to get through it. She calmed down after a while, enjoying the little massage you were giving her to get her clean. Mat put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

"You know, a year ago I definitely would not have imagined us doing this at 4 a.m., but I wouldn't change it for the world."

July

"Ugh, she's so cute."

"So adorable."

"Her little nose. And those cheeks."

"I love her so much," you said, not being able to look up from where your daughter was sleeping in her stroller. You stood around her with Mat's sister and mother, just staring at her. You were supposed to go on a walk to go get lunch, but for some reason (a very cute and sleeping reason) you still hadn't left yet.

"Me, too. Watch out I might steel her," Liana said jokingly. She hugged you tightly. "Thank you for making me an auntie. I thought I'd have to wait for years."

"You almost had to." You didn't want to call your daughter an accident, because she truly was a blessing, but let's not pretend you were trying to become parents. You both tried to contain your laughs, as their mother was right there.

"Okay, let's go," Nadia broke you two up and took ahold of the stroller, before walked out of the house. You followed her, Liana fighting her mother for the right to push the stroller.

A couple days ago, Mat, Myla, and you made it up to Vancouver to spend a few weeks with his family. Myla just turned two months a few days ago and you finally felt comfortable enough to fly with her. A lot of family and friends came over to see her, but things had finally calmed down a bit.

"So, any wedding plans?," Liana asked, after you had made it to the restaurant and the food arrived.

You raised your eyebrows, a small laugh escaping. "How long have you been waiting to ask me that?" She laughed. "Since last time!" And that was about a year ago when you had told her you were pregnant. Mat shut her down immediately, saying you'd wait until after she was born. "Well...?"

"I don't know," you answered. "We haven't really thought about it."

"Oh, come on. You need to get married! For her and for me!" You laughed and her mother elbowed her. "What? I know it's selfish, but please! It would be the most beautiful wedding, I just know it."

She started gushing about her dream wedding for you, detailing everything from flowers to venue to table cloths. Her mother chimed in, equally as excited about the idea. Normally you would have been too, but for some reason the idea of a big wedding didn't seem exciting to you anymore.

And that's what you told Mat later that night when you were ready to go to sleep while feeding Myla. "Your sister, well and mom, are already making wedding plans, just so you know."

He rolled his eyes. "How many times have I told them it's none of their business?"

Myla was done eating, so you handed her over to Mat so he could burp her. "It's fine. It was kind of fun to talk about and see everything we could come up with. But funnily enough, all my life I've dreamed of a big wedding like that, even just a few months ago I would have agreed to it. But now, I don't know, I don't really want that anymore."

"Really?" You looked up at his green eyes.

"Yeah, I don't know. I'd rather have a small thing, with just family and our closest friends. And baby Myla of course."

"That sounds good to me." He leaned to kiss your forehead with a smile and cradled your baby's head.

"Wanna get married? Might as well, we already have a kid." You said it with a laughing tone, expecting him to laugh as well or brush the topic off like you had done since he first asked you about getting married. But he didn't. He jumped out of bed, put Myla in her bassinet, and left the room.

You sat there, shocked. You didn't expect that reaction as well. You were serious about getting married. A couple weeks after Myla had been born you realized that you were being silly before. Of course you wanted to marry him and you knew that he loved you and didn't stay with your just before the baby.

Thankfully, before you could process what just happened, Mat came back and sat back down next to you. "I'm the one that gets to ask that question!," he said, which is when you noticed the little red box in his hand. You mouth opened in shock. Now that, you definitely also didn't expect. "What? You really think I didn't got out and get you a ring after you said no the first time? Please, you can't get rid of me."

"Mat..." He smiled, cupping your cheeks with his big hands before kissing you softly.

"Baby? Do you want to marry me? I don't care about the big wedding anymore either. We literally could go down to city hall tomorrow and do it there. I don't care. I just want you and baby Myla. Now will you please do me the honor of not rejecting me for the millionth time and finally saying yes to being my wife?"

"You are such a jerk," you said as the tears rolled down your face. You were still pretty hormonal and you had a feeling it wouldn't go away. "But yes, I'll marry you."

"Finally." He pressed his lips against yours for a deep kiss that had you falling back against the mattress. But you couldn't fully enjoy the moment for very long, before baby Myla made herself known. You got her out and held her in your arms, soothing her, while Mat held you close to his body pressing tiny kissed against your head.

"Ok, let me see the ring," you whispered when your baby girl calmed and started drifting into sleep. Mat opened the box with a chuckle, as your moth fell open.

"Like it?" You nodded and held your hand out for him to slip the ring on. While it didn't fit as well as it would have pre-pregnancy, at least you were assured that it wouldn't randomly fall off. "Kind is weird that we're doing this at my parents house, but I'll take what I can get. It's your fault though."

"Wha- Why?"

"I was scared as hell to propose to you again. I didn't want to be rejected again."

"Mat, I didn't reject you. I just– I didn't want to get married while pregnant." He cupped your face again with a chuckle.

"I know, I know. I'm just joking." He kissed you over and over again, until you realized that Myla was asleep and you could put her back in her bed.

Mat pulled you on his chest as you both laid down. "Wait, were you kidding about city hall tomorrow?," you asked, keeping your voice low.

"Not really. You wanna do it?" You looked up at him and shrugged.

"Kind of." You both smiled wide. "But wait, no. My family. I want them there."

"Okay, well we could ask them to come here? Or would you rather wait and do it back in New York?"

"Here is good." You fell in love with Vancouver the minute you got out of the airport the first time you came, so getting married here was not an issue for you. "Yeah, I'll just ask my family and some friends if and when they'd be available to come up."

"Okay. We can just invite people and whoever can make it, can make it. If not, then we can always have another little something in New York." You nodded, excitement filling your body.

"But if we're inviting a bunch of people, we can't do it at city hall."

"There's lots of parks and venues around here."

"Or your parents back yard?" You both thought about it for a second, then Mat smiled.

"Yeah, i think they'd be cool with that."

You both giggled excitedly, then he pulled you fully on top of him. "Are we seriously getting married in a few days?"

"Unless you don't want to," you responded.

"You are never ever getting rid of me."

August 2nd

It was wedding day. After a crazy busy 10 days, the day was finally here.

When you had told Mat's family the news the day after you got engaged, they were very excited. His sister screamed so loud, she scared the baby but you couldn't go soothe her since she had you trapped in a massive bear hug. She immediately started planning and listing everything you would need. Everyone was involved in making flowers arrangements, cooking and baking for the party, and getting the house ready to host a wedding.

Your family got to Vancouver a few days before the wedding, also helping greatly. Once your best friends arrived as well, it was time to shop for a dress. While there wasn't much so last minute, you found the perfect simple little dress that you absolutely fell in love with. You even found a little white dress for Myla at a baby store near by.

"Thank you so much for coming." You hugged Sydney Martin tight, then her husband.

"Wouldn't miss this for the world." She smiled and you hugged her again. She had been very supportive and your closest friend during your pregnancy. Since she'd already been through it twice, and none of your friends had experience in that department, you spent a lot of time together. You were so grateful for her and were very thankful she could make it to your wedding.

While both you and Mat felt bad about getting married so last minute and therefore not having all of your friends present, having the ceremony now did feel right to the both of you. And that was all that mattered. And even still with short notice, a lot more of your friends than you expected could make it. With Mat's family, yours and your friends, your guest count was almost up to 50. So lots of people to celebrate your love, but still more intimate than a big wedding you almost had.

You spent the morning of you wedding setting up the tables and decorating everything. Around two, guests started arriving and since you treated this as more of a party, you had time to greet most everybody before having to get ready.

"Alright, time to get dressed." Liana came walking and grabbed your hand.

"Wait." Before she had a chance to pull you away, you turned to Mat to give him a kiss. He reciprocated with a smile. "See you on the other side."

"Love you." He winked, then slapped your ass, before turning back to his friend group.

You made another pit stop to grab your daughter from her grandparents to have her with you while you got ready. Your makeup base was done so all you added was some eyeshadow and eyeliner, while your best friend did your hair. Another friend made sure to take lots of pictures and videos of your day. You fed Myla one more time before handing her back off to your mom, who was going to watch her today so you and Mat could enjoy the day without worrying about her. Then it was time to put on your dress.

"Aw, babe, you look gorgeous."

"Stun-ning!"

Your closest girlfriends friends quickly came to hug and admire you, before posing for a few more pictures.

"Okay! Go time!" Liana, who basically acted as your wedding planner, called when it turned three o'clock. She pulled you into a quick hug. "Ready?"

You nodded, already on the verge of tears when reality started hitting you. You were about to marry your best friend.

"Good, because I am so ready to have you as my sister-in-law." She kissed your cheek and then started getting everyone ready and into position. You kissed your sleeping daughter one last time, then followed everyone downstairs to the backyard, where you were holding the ceremony and party.

Through the windows, you could see the garden beautifully decorated and everybody sitting outside waiting for it to start. You could also see Mat, standing below the flower arch at the end of the aisle, with his best friend and best man Anthony standing next to him as they talked and joked around.

Your mom walked out to find her seat and as soon as Mat saw Myla sleeping in her arms, his eyes lit up. He took her from your mom, gently as to not wake her, and pressed tiny kisses to her chubby cheeks. Your eyes got watery again, watching them and knowing that the overwhelming happiness you felt right now would not go away anytime soon.

The music got a bit louder which was your cue to head outside. Your bridesmaids walked before you, down the shirt aisle you had just helped built this morning. Then you followed, slowly, scared to trip, but not too slow as you were eager to get to Mat.

Mathew. Who looked even more handsome than you though possible, standing at the end of the aisle with that wide goofy grin of his. As you got closer though, you could see his eyes sparkling with tears.

"You look beautiful," he mouthed and stretched his hand out for you to take. You took it, immediately feeling calmer. You looked over to where Myla was sleeping in her carrier and with a reassuring nod from your mom that she was alright, you turned your full attention back to Mat.

And Anthony who in addition to being best man was also officiating your wedding. Over the past few years that you've known Beau, he also became one of your closest friends and you couldn't be happier to have him as Mylas goddaughter and now here to marry your number one best friend.

For the entirety of the ceremony, you felt like you were in a bubble. Only Mat and you. Holding hands. "When I look at the time we've been together,

I always have a smile on my face. Through all the ups and downs we've been through, the one thing that has remained constant is my love for you. The love I feel for you has gone from wild and free to me enjoying the little things about you like going for a walk, seeing your face across a breakfast table, and even changing disgusting poopy diapers in the middle of the night. Love you, My," he said after a pause. You both looked at her with a laugh, still sleeping in her carrier.

"We have years ahead of us but when I look at the years that has passed my heart grows with such love for you that I ache. You are the most amazing partner and the most amazing mama to Myla. You're it and nothing is gonna keep us apart. I love you and always will."

Thankfully, before Mat even began his speech your made of honor handed you a tissue or your makeup would be ruined by now by the tears streaming down your face. 'Love you,' you whispered as you held your hand to his cheek. He smiled, with a quivering lip, and whispered it back. He took your hand and slipped diamond covered ring on your finger. Then you cleared your throat a couple of times and prepared to speak.

"Maty, you're my best friend. Ever since you flashed me that goofy grin of yours, I was gone for you. And I am so lucky you chose me to be on your team. And I promise you that I will choose you as my teammate. I choose you again and again. At the start and finish of every single day, no matter the season no matter the year. I choose you to struggle and succeed with, to fight and make up with, to love and grow old with.

And while I may have to send you to the sin bin sometimes, just know that I'll always be on your side and you can always count on me.

Seeing you grow and become the best father to our newest team member has been the biggest blessing. I am so proud you of. I hope I can make you just as proud. I love you and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

With shaking hands, it was your turn to slip a ring on Mat's finger. You didn't hear another word until Beau said those magic words: 'you may now kiss your bride'. And he did. Those big hands grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you into him until your lips met. He started out softly, but soon enough he was breathlessly while your friends and family clapped and cheered in the background.

********

You were married. An indescribable feeling floated through you all day, every since you walked down the aisle. Your ring glistened in the Vancouver sun that was starting to set as you chatted with your friends. You friend circle had shrunk every since you found out you were pregnant, a lot of your friends keeping distance and not keeping in touch as much anymore. You didn't blame them. You were still very young and a lot of them weren't ready to settle down or even be surrounded by people that weren't able to go out and get drunk every weekend. You didn't blame them because it took you a few months too to adjust to the idea of being a mother, but it made you even more grateful for the few friends that did stick around. They made you feel so special and supported during your pregnancy and even now they were already the best aunties for baby Myla.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mat walking towards you, holding Myla. That sight would never not blow you away and make you feel all warm inside. "This little lady is hungry." He held her out to you and you welcomed her with with cuddles and lots of kisses.

"Where were you?," you asked him as you got ready to feed your daughter.

"I just went to change her. I saw my mom take her in, but I wanted to do it." He answered you puzzled expression, "What? I've barely seen her today. I just wanted to spend a few minutes with her."

Your heart warmed and you leaned into his shoulder. But your moment didn't last very long as the party was already in full swing and people kept coming over to talk to you. You went back to talking to your friends as Mat got pulled away by his.

After Myla was done eating, you decided to put her down for bed and once again tracked Mat down to let him know. "Hey, I'm putting her down." He was sitting with a bunch of his teammates that were able to make it out here who all fawned over baby Myla.

"Come on! Just let me hold her," Oliver whined, stretching his arms out, but Mat slapped them away.

"Absolutely not!" Most of his teammates got to hold her when you first introduced her to them, but Wally was not one of them. He joked around too much around her and was untrustworthy around babies. Those were Mat's words, not yours. He was obviously very protective of his daughter if he wouldn't let his own teammate hold her.

"I won't drop her! Please? Oh, see! She's looking at me," Wally tried again while the rest of you laughed.

"Yeah, she's trying to tell you to shut up. It's not happening." While he was mostly serious, there were joking tones in Mat's voice. You definitely thought they were all just messing with him, so you stayed out of it.

"Hey! Daddy Barz said no, so it's a no," the other Matt (with two Ts) chimed in in his best dad voice, to which your Mat gave him nod of his head.

"That's right."

You rolled your eyes at their banter. "Alright, I'm really putting her down now." Mat stood, but leaned down to where you were holding Myla in your arms so that he could kiss her little head over and over again.

"Good night, princess. I love you." Then he straightened and put his lips on your. "And I love you, wife."

"Love you more, husband."

[darkworkcourier]

Heyyyyy if it's okay, could I request body worship on Jason? Wanna spoil my boy 🥺🌟

so this is Part VI zombie!Jason, because that’s one of my favorite movies in the series and tbh i think he’s damn fine in it. i’m so down for writing for any form of jason though. ;D

(also have you ever smelled lake water when it’s nasty? gross gross gross.)

not that NSFW except for nudity! reader is mostly just taking in the view. B)

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It's going to rain again. You groan as you look out the window, watching dark clouds prowl above the treeline. The air in the cabin smells musty, tinged with mildew that you just can't see to scrub away. And you've tried to keep it from being so damn drafty, but no amount of plywood or recycled two-by-fours can stop up all the holes. It's an old building, and you're constantly fighting a steep uphill battle against the elements.

Jason's not a huge help on that front, although he really tries his best. (You tell him so as often as you can.) He's not exactly a precise handyman. As far as you can tell, his technique is rooted firmly in the 'eyeball it' school of construction.

That's fine. That's perfectly fine. You can live with that.

What you can't live with is the fact that he smells like lake water, and that the stench gets stronger every day.

You get it. He's hesitant to change his clothes in front of you, even though you've been together for months. He doesn't own many clothes, and what he does own is patched up and liable to fall apart at the first vigorous wash. It's hard to find clothes in his size, so you just accept that until you can get to a department store (not soon, according to your calendar), Jason's wardrobe is extremely limited.

But still.

He's out at the moment, probably stalking around the woods and keeping a firm perimeter in the camp. You take the opportunity to scrub at the stone foundation of the cabin's walls with soapy water, trying to get rid of at least a little more mildew before the rain completely negates everything you do. Before long, Jason will lay in bed beside you, cuddling you close to him with every ounce of love in that zombified heart of his. In turn, you'll hug him back while really absorbing that great stagnant mud smell. Awesome.

The rain starts only a few minutes later. Naturally, it comes down in curtains. No gentle mist or soft rain. No, the meteorology gods decide that every linen in your cabin is going to get nasty as fast as possible.

And it means that when Jason finally gets home, he's soaked through.

He comes through the door in his usual hulking manner, shoulders filling the gap in the doorway, head bowed to duck under the top. After a stern talking-to about bringing bloody weapons into the house, you're pleased to see that he's machete-less, but far less pleased to see him dripping rainwater (and hopefully no other kind of fluid) all over the floor. His barn jacket is done for, and that shirt—well, you didn't like it that much anyway.

He gives a low grunt as a hello, and you grin and go up on your toes to kiss the bottom of his mask as he tilts his head down to return the gesture. Immediately, the smell hits you, and you try not to scurry away in horror. You can handle him slicing camp counselors into teeny tiny bits, and you can handle him coming home covered in viscera, but apparently that steel stomach doesn't hold up against whatever funk he has going on.

He starts for the bed, and all you have are visions of a long night with wet corduroy and denim chafing against your skin. You cross the gap between the two of you again to grab his (very wet) sleeve.

"Jason, sweetheart, hold on a sec," you say.

He turns to look at you, one good eye staring down in confusion.

You tug on his jacket until he faces you, then you reach up and pull on the lapels. "You're soaked right through. That can't be comfortable, right?"

He just looks down at himself like he's trying to gauge if he's uncomfortable like you say. In the end, he just shrugs. Clearly, it's not a big issue.

You look at the bed, again imagining the kind of night you’re going to have if you don’t nip this in the bud right now. You take in a deep breath (a potpourri—eau de waterlogged zombie) and let it out slowly before gripping his barn jacket a little tighter. You have his attention, both asymmetrical eyes on you.

“Listen, if you get in that bed like this, I’m not going to be comfortable,” you say. “Or I’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

No, you won’t. That thing predates you by at least forty years, and any cushion it did have probably disintegrated ten years ago. But the threat’s real enough.

He looks at you, eyes flickering back and forth as he apparently gauges how serious you are. Then, he reaches down and touches the lining of his jacket, hands just below yours.

He hesitates.

It’s the same dance you’ve been doing these last few months—wrangling with Jason and his weird hang-ups on himself when he’s around you. Once he’s out in his territory, he seems like he could care less what he wears (or doesn’t wear) or how he looks. He has a job to do, and as long as it gets accomplished, everything else is secondary. Then he gets home and falls into your arms, and suddenly he’s shy, freezing up, retreating.

It’s a conundrum. He won’t take his clothes off around you, but he doesn’t care that he smells like stagnant pond water. You wonder if his time in the lake or the grave killed his sense of smell off.

“Hey,” you say, soft like you’re trying to coax a wild animal. Your hands go up, framing his thick neck, cords of muscle flexing under your palms. “You’re fine. If I didn’t like you just the way you are, I would have high-tailed it out of here already.”

He gives you a look that pretty much just says doubtful. Maybe because the only way you would have left the camp otherwise was in a body bag. You don’t dwell on that too much.

You go on, “I like you for you, Jason. Can I show you that?”

He tilts his head. For a moment, you think he doesn’t understand your intentions, but then he gives a slow, askew nod.

You’re not going to tug him to the bed like you usually do. Instead, you pull his jacket off as he stands there, dripping on the damp flagstones. It’s difficult, wet as it is, and Jason’s height and width don’t help the issue. But you manage, carefully pulling his arms through the sleeves, then dropping the jacket (with a disturbingly wet sound) on the floor behind you.

Then, you start working on the buttons of his flannel shirt. Most of the buttons are clinging on for dear life, fighting against the bulk of his chest and the worn threads. You go about it slowly, reverently, trying to show him as best you can that you adore every piece of him. Little by little, you expose his chest, the strange gray hue of his skin, the weirdly hypnotizing way his pectoral muscles move under the dead flesh.

You feel him lightly tug back against your grip, clearly growing more reticent about showing himself to you. But you pull back, even though if he really wanted to get away, he’d do so and probably take your hands with him. You pause in undoing his shirt to run one hand over his chest with a feather-light touch. His skin is cool to the touch, and you wonder how much sensation he has left, if he has any at all. You’ve seen him take hit after hit from rifles, shotguns, blades, skewers—pretty much any implement that would inflict pain on a normal person. Those scars form constellations on his skin now, starbursts of gunfire connected to each other through long scars from blades.

Goddamn, if he’d taken his clothes off sooner, you would have had his whole body mapped by now. That’s a hell of a missed opportunity.

“You’re fine,” you whisper to him, leaning in enough to kiss the divot between his collarbones.

He lets out a soft whush of air that you interpret as a sigh, and then one of his hands finds your waist, pulling you closer. Permission granted.

The rest of his shirt comes off fairly easy, and you manage to hide your disgust at the feeling of literally peeling it off of him. Then, for the first time since you started this relationship with him, you see him shirtless.

He’s barrel-chested, built so solidly that it’s no surprise he can lift people right over his head without effort. And sure enough, his skin is mottled in a weirdly beautiful way. (You might be the only one who thinks so, and that’s fine. You never intended to share him, anyway.) He doesn’t have any of the bloat you’d associate with drowning, only the oxygen-deprived color. You never thought you’d think cyanosis was kind of sexy, but here you are, and there he is.

“Perfect,” you tell him, then you kiss a slow trail along his left pectoral, up to his shoulder, which is about as high as you can reach.

Jason, sweetheart that he is, bends his knees a little to give you a better reach. At first, he stiffens under your touch as you kiss his neck, approaching his jaw. But you stroke a hand over his other shoulder, soothing him as best you can.

“I won’t take off the mask if you don’t want me to,” you say, mouth close to his malformed ear. “Just let me know what you don’t want.”

You lean back enough to see him look at you; then, he closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.

“You want to keep the mask on?”

He nods.

You smile against his neck and kiss him gently. “That’s fine,” you assure him.

Besides, you have plenty more of him to work with. You’ll see his face eventually, and you’ll probably love it just as much as you love the rest of him.

As you kiss him, your hands go down to the button and zipper on his jeans. He freezes up for just a moment, then relaxes. He trusts you, and you know better than to betray that trust in any way. You undo his jeans, then struggle a little as the wet denim clings to him and bunches up as you try to pull it down. You laugh under your breath as you try to accomplish all this without pulling away from him, but eventually you have to admit defeat.

“Hold on,” you tell him. “Denim’s pretty much the worst fabric when it gets wet.”

He watches you as you drop down to your knees, tugging his jeans down a little at a time on each side. Eventually, once they get to his knees, it gets a hell of a lot easier to remove them. You stop the effort only to help him take off his boots and socks (and that smell is brand new, even to you), then pat his ankles to get him to step out of each pant leg.

Again, you admire the sight of him. His thigh muscles are powerful, and it’s really not an exaggeration to compare his calves to a Greek statue. Honestly, if he were a little less... dead, you probably wouldn’t be his only admirer.

His underwear doesn’t amount to much, just cotton briefs that have had way better days than this. The elastic’s shot, and the only thing keeping them in place is the sheer power of dampness. Once your hands go to the band, he completely freezes up again, but this time, his muscles don’t loosen.

The two of you haven’t done anything sexual yet. From the rumors you’ve heard over time, you can guess Jason’s got a thing about sex in any form. He doesn’t mind when you kiss him, and he can’t get enough when it comes to cuddling up to you and holding you close. But he’s never touched you anywhere below the waist, or done anything that you could interpret as a come-on. You’d never push him too far, or make him do anything he doesn’t want, and you really want him to know.

“I won’t do anything,” you assure him. “We just need to get you out of these and into something drier.”

For a long, long moment, he doesn’t move. Then, he nods. It’s little more than a brief incline of the head, but you take it as the signal you’ve been watching for. Careful not to brush any part of your hand over his cock, you pull down his briefs, then discard them off to the side.

Just because you’re not going to touch it doesn’t mean you’re not going to admire it, though.

Because if the world at large knew that Jason Voorhees was packing that, people might rethink the idea of fleeing in terror. Or— well, maybe that’s a bad metaphor. Killing people generally puts off company, but there are definitely people out there who would not hesitate to bend over for this. His cock is long and thick, even when soft, and you can’t imagine what it looks like when it’s hard. Like the rest of him, it’s kind of an off-putting color (kind of a blue-gray, if you’re being honest in comparing palettes), but if Jason’s body can do everything else you’ve seen it do through what ever supernatural means, you imagine he could get hard, too.

After the briefs are discarded (and probably burnt in the fireplace next time he’s out), you reverently run your hands over his thighs, down the fronts, up the backs. You know he’s watching you, keeping an eye on your reactions as you look over his body.

You look up at him as lovingly as you can. It’s not an act, either. Sure, your wires got crossed somewhere in between running for your life from him and ending up in bed with him, but what you feel for him is pure affection. You smile at him, then lean forward to press a kiss to one hip, causing him to tilt his head again.

You stand back up, going up on your toes to kiss the holes in his mask over his mouth. “Let me get a towel,” you tell him.

He stays in one place as you go get a towel. The bathing conditions at the cabin aren’t great, pretty much limited to what you can get in the gravity well and what towels Jason gets from the counselors’ luggage. That said, you get the fluffiest towel you have on hand (it’s bright pink, and it’s awesome) and start drying him off from head to toe.

Again, you don’t really know how much he can feel, but you can tell he likes this. Maybe it’s just the sense of contact, knowing that you’re touching him. Your movements are slow, deliberate, and gentle. His eyelids droop, and he lets out a low, rumbling sound like a purr, head inclining again as he leans toward you.

Not for the first time, you wish you could read his mind. He’s clearly touch-starved, but you wonder when was the last time someone was kind to him like this.

You wrap the towel around his shoulders, then put your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. He doesn’t have a heartbeat, but the feeling of his cool skin on your cheek is nice, and the sensation of his hands coming to rest on your shoulders makes you feel safe. Rain hisses on the ground outside, wind whistling through the pines. Everything just feels right.

You pull back just enough to look up at him, pink towel and all, and you smile.

“Take me to bed, Mister Voorhees?” you ask.

He nods, then dips his head down to gently knock his mask against your forehead in a gesture you like to think is his version of a kiss. Then, you’re swept up in his arms and deposited in bed. He lays down beside you, a hulking mass of naked man, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.

You curl up against him, resting your head on his chest, running your fingers along his sides. In turn, he rests one of his massive hands on your chest, fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt. The rain lulls you into a doze, and you think it won’t be long now before you’re asleep in his arms.

Best of all, he doesn’t smell like anything now.

[sukirichi]

defeat (m.)

no thoughts, just sparring with naoya in his black tee and fucking him all sweaty

cw. sweaty sex, breeding kink, naoya and his wife are both ass people, doggy style, naoya is very touchy, lame fight scenes lol, creampie, unedited and just brainrot tbh

note. in honor of naoya being a canon ass man and overall just celebrating his sexiness (plus talking to my wife about naoya genuinely awakened my breeding kink) prompted by this ask!

# part of the trophy wife collection

“Let’s train. Gym, in five minutes,” your husband commands with a playful glare. Rolling your eyes at him, you lean back to make yourself more comfortable on your seat, arms crossed over the robes to show your defiance.

It’s not every day you tease him like this, but training in the middle of the day? You’re not in the mood of it.

One quirked brow from Naoya, though – merely a premise of what is to come if you don’t follow him to the training grounds – has you switching to your yoga pants and a fit shirt to match his outfit. The whole way there, you shamelessly stare at his backside that looks enticing and begging to be squeezed, especially in his light grey sweats that cling to his thighs deliciously.

“You done staring at my ass now?”

“Nope,” you chirp, popping the ‘p’ as he begins to stretch, rolling his eyes at you when you still very much openly stare at his ass. But it’s fine, since he’s doing the same and you’re prompting him to in the first place.

Out of your extensive wardrobe that your husband spoils you with, you had to choose a pair of dark yoga pants that are hugging the outlines of your legs, your shirt barely even keeping you modest as you extend your arms side to side. You and Naoya smirk at one another, cursed energy kept brimmed to the bare minimum as to not hurt each other. Despite always being cooped up in the Zen’in Estate per Naoya’s orders (and you don’t really feel like going out anyway), neither of you doubted your skills in sparring.

Long before he met you, he’s heard of your name spoken in high esteem, another special grade one sorcerer just like he was. This fact remains even as you’re married now, and Naoya closes the gap between your bodies, his gaze directed at your lips and hands trailing up to squeeze your neck, his eyes so hazy that it seems as if he’s not entirely aware of his actions.

“My love,” you purred, clasping the wrist connected by the hand where his thumb is rubbing circles over your vein. “Are we here to train or are you too distracted?”

“A sorcerer must never be distracted.”

“So keep your eyes wide open, sweetheart,” Ducking your head under his grasp, you ram yourself into his chest where he immediately falls on the ground, the wind knocked from his chest. Naoya’s reflexes are fast before he’s up to his feet again to mimic your stance, his arrogant grin showing that he’s not that irritated by how devious you could be, using your allure as his woman to take his attention away, if only for  a little bit. “You look a little tired. Want me to go easy on you, babe?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Cheater, he’s a fucking cheater! Faster than you could comprehend, Naoya already has you pinned before him, your legs locked in place with how he’s shifting his weight onto your ankles. You hated it so much every time he used his technique against you, but then again, there weren’t any rules that stopped him from doing so.

“Well?” he prompts and leans down, hovering his lips right before your ear while you pant under him. “Aren’t you going to fight back? I didn’t invite you here to be boring with me.”

Stifling a laugh, you use your strength to push him off you, and you spar heartily with your husband who seems to be in a good mood, considering the rare influx of compliments leaving his otherwise harsh tongue. It’s no easy feat as he’s skilled even without using his techniques, and the both of you are breathless by the time you’ve delivered and handled the other’s blow by blows, your palms and muscles sore.

Your husband is in no better state.

He’s struggling to catch his breath, his legs bent and his arm drawn over his knee. Naoya chuckles under his breath when you drape your sweaty arms over his back, shameless and wanting as you tap his cheek to urge him in for a kiss.

Albeit grumbling he doesn’t really want to touch you when you’re covered in sweat, he kisses you anyway, smiling before he hitches you onto his lap that you’ve proudly claimed as your throne.

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

“Sometimes you forget I’m just like you, Naoya,” you rub your nose with his, foreheads pressed while you rock yourself over his groin. His eyes darken in warning, large hands coming up to knead your ass that you know he worships so much, though he makes no move to stop you, and really, he never would. “Just because I’m your precious little wife who would gladly serve you tea, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to hand your ass back to you.”

“Oh, will you, now?” he chuckles, “I’d like to see you try.”

“I already did.”

“Only because I let you,” Naoya mumbles on your lips, his once curious kneading now turning more intentional, more heated. “You’re funny if you think I’m letting you win against me.”

“So then why did you?”

“Because if I do, you’ll let me do this.” This refers to tearing your shirt apart, exposing your sports bra to him that is now clinging to your skin from the sweat, droplets of perspiration dripping from the tips of your hair and down to your flushed chest. Gasping from the torn material, you try to slap your husband’s destructive hands away.

“Naoya, that’s my favorite shirt!”

“Because you like the brand or you know because I go crazy every time you wear it?”

“Both, of course,” you scoff, and Naoya silences your protests by capturing your lips for another feverish kiss. A cheater, a huge, immature cheater he was – he knows so well that you get so weak every time he’s like this, and it really isn’t beyond him to exploit other’s weaknesses for his own enjoyment. And as much as you enjoyed this too, you don’t really want to fuck in a room that smells like sweat.

“Naoya,” pulling away from his sweet lips (which is a shame, really, you could’ve made out with him a lot longer), you ignored the throbbing he’d caused deep within your core. “My love, if you want to fuck me, you should take me back to the room.”

“You’re ordering me around now?”

“You will take me to the room,” you repeated firmly, dragging him down by the collar to force him to look at you. “Be mean all you want, but at the end of the day we both know you want to be buried inside me.”

“You’re not any better, wife,” he remarked, and he squeezes your sensitive breasts as if to prove a point. “At the end of the day, we both know you want me deep inside your tight cunt.”

“So then let’s help each other out.”

Ordering him around was one thing, but compromise? Naoya is a man capable of it, he just doesn’t like to show it because he doesn’t want people questioning his power. Your husband who is mostly anger and greed, his mind clouded by the need to always be better than others, shifts a little just for you as he carries you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his slender waist like second nature.

Naoya must’ve been so eager that you’re back in your room in a flash, with your back bouncing on the mattress and him stripping above you.

“No!” you insist and stop him, “Keep the shirt on. Please?”

“What the fuck for? It’s sweaty and sticky.”

“Exactly, and you look sexy like that.”

“Fucking filthy,” he scolds, but keeps the shirt on anyway and lets you roll it back to his waist. His pants, however, they need to be off. Your husband watches with unmasked interest as you push the band of his pants until you’re throwing it somewhere on the room. In return, you shimmy out of your yoga pants that are now uncomfortably pressed to your skin, discarding all forms of clothing that irritated you. Settling down on the bed, you spread your legs right beside his hips, but Naoya only smirks, groping your knee with a chuckle. “What, you think I wanna fuck you like this?”

“How else then?”

“Oh, come on,” he prompts, “You kept staring at my ass the whole time. I think it’s time I return the favor.”

Without another word, he flips you onto your stomach and grabs you by the waist, giving you no time to relax before your head is pushed back down on the pillows. Naoya’s warm cock is throbbing from your backside and he groans, delivering a harsh smack to the skin before it aches under his touch.

“Such a pretty fucking ass that’s begging to be fucked,” in time to his words, you wiggle your hips at him in a silent complaint to get moving already. Naoya simply grips down on your hips to keep you still, spanking you once more as a lesson. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Naoya, please, just fuck me already.”

“Needy little wife, begging to be ruined, huh?” Another smack.

Shutting your eyes tight, you fist the sheets under you as tears come to life. “Yes, ‘em so needy for you, Naoya, want your cock so bad, please-” Your pleading is cut off when he slides into you in one fluid motion, his deep groans resonating around the room once he’s seated comfortably. Mouth falling open at the pleasure of being stretched so open and shocked by the fact you’d already been so wet, you could barely register the pace he’s started.

Naoya keeps fucking deep into you, slapping your ass repeatedly and calling you his dirty little slut – mine and all mine only, he said. You’re left immobile and whining under him, all of your consciousness centered on the burning sensation between your legs.

Beneath you, Naoya’s hands travel to tug your bra downwards. The material remains stuck under your breasts and you moan around his rough, calloused hands that are expertly kneading your breasts. His pace quickens until his hips are roughly slapping against yours, grumbles and garbled moans mixing in with your little gasps of his name in a desperate plea to be brought to your orgasm.

You feel so raw, so dirty, so filthy like he said.

Sweat and arousal is coated on your skins and everything about this position feels so primal, even more so when he begins to rub at your clit just to push you over the edge. “Oh, fuck!” you grasped his bicep with one hand, the soreness of your muscles extreme.

“Yeah? You like that? You’re such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a bitch in heat,” he spits in your ear with lust dripping from each word, and his words are enough to make you cum around him.

Walls clamping down on his cock, you hear Naoya grunt above you, his chest now pressed onto your back. You’re crying around him but he only goes faster, he’s so close and like the good wife you are, you help your husband by driving your body back to meet him thrust by thrust. Naoya’s chuckles are stuttered and half mixing in with moans when he runs a hand through his hair, those same hands following in gripping your cheeks to face him.

His kisses are sloppy and short-lived; you’re too busy moaning and he’s struggling to breathe with your pussy convulsing around him. “God, so fucking tight!”

“Hmm, come on, baby, come for me,” you encourage by rolling your hips around his cock, ignoring the fact the oversensitivity is making your legs turn to jelly and your arms are seconds away from giving out on you. But you hold strong, this is the duty of his wife, and you look past your shoulders as Naoya digs his nails into your hips to keep you still while he cums inside you.

“Oh, fuuuuckkk,” prolonged groans spill from his mouth the same way his own cum is released in spurts from your pussy lips.

Satisfied and extremely tired, you fall limp on the bed. Naoya dips two fingers to collect the mess you’ve made and you shudder, but then he lets go of you until your lower body is sliding back down on the bed, eyes droopy from that heated fucking. The minute sounds of sucking is enough to let you know your perverted husband is most likely feasting on your cum, but nothing prepares you for when he pushes them back inside your pussy.

“N-Naoya!” you exclaim and stare up at your husband, whose attention is zeroed in on your pussy lips hungrily encasing his fingers and cum. “What’re you doing?”

“You think that’s enough to get you pregnant?”

“What?”

“Don’t answer that,” he narrows his eyes and begins to pump his cock that is half hard again, the sight making anticipation and arousal throb all over you. You’ve seen that look on him before, and it’s the face he makes when he’s dead set on accomplishing something. “I’ll keep fucking you until I’m sure you can grant me an heir.”

In combat, you’ll most definitely spar with your husband without fear of losing, but having Naoya in bed when he’s determined on breeding you is a different thing.

This, without a doubt, is the one thing you can’t beat him on. And not that you wanted to, anyway, having him fuck a baby in you does sound nice.

Locking your eyes with your husband, you willingly spread your legs open for him again.

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NSFW alphabet for Liam dunbar

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pairing: liam dunbar (18+) x fem!reader

warnings: smut → nsfw alphabet

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smut night masterlist 💦

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

liam would so fucking use his healing powers on you!!

he'd hate to see you in pain, so when both of you catch your breaths, he'd hold your hand in his and heal you

you'd always reassure that you didn't need him to do it. But sometimes when you look down and watch the blackness in his veins soaking up your pain and uncomfortableness, you're thankful that he did it

liam would be the type to go for walks with you (if you're feeling up for it)

sometimes the fresh air can calm you down, especially after powerful and strong orgasms

he'd make you food!! thoug don't expect much

im speaking stuff like toast, microwave meals lmao

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ass

lmao liam is such an ass guy ahaha

he'd love spanking your ass, kneading it or just holding your ass while he fucks you

bonus points for when you ride him!!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

liam would make it his mission to make you cum

he knows that sex doesn't always have to end in cumming, but my god, he would do all the tricks in the book to have you cumming for him

it's something about the pride he feels to have you cum for him and from all the things he's doing to you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

seeing you in his clothes would make him 🥵

like you just in his shirt and nothing else

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not much at all lmao

the only other person he's slept with before you was hayden, but even then, that was one time

so both of you would be experimenting with each other, trying to find what you both like and don't like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

would love the spooning position lmao - especially for cock warming lmao

missionary too

having you bent over the couch or the kitchen bench would be such a turn on for him too oh my-

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ahh yes omg! like have you met him?

liam's a little puppy and being able to still make you laugh in such an intimate moment would be something that he loves

i think he'd be more serious if kinks are involved bc his main priority is you and making sure that you're safe and not in pain

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i'd like to think he'd make an effort, but i feel like he'd forget sometimes??

or be too proud that he can grow hair ya know lol

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

super soft and cute!!

Liam would have a thing for holding hands while you guys fucked

and like i said before, his number 1 priority is you and making sure that you're getting all the pleasure you deserve

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

liam would masturbate occasionally, but not always

would usually be when he can't be with you - whether he's at college or if you're at work

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise

mommy

knife / claw kink lmao

would be a switch - like would love being a cute little subby boy for you lol

would be both a brat and a brat tamer

would also love experimenting with toys

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his college dorm room

his bedroom - his parents are at work a lot, so you'd get the house to yourself for most of the day

shower and/or bath

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

SEEING YOU IN HIS JERSEY (both his high school and college)

obviously when you tease him

would secretly love when you're a brat

when you take care of him - especially during the full moon and you're just cuddling him, praising and stroking his hair

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing too harsh in terms of kinks (eg. heavy bdsm)

anything that generally weirds him out (not kink shaming, just saying)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

would be such a receiver though omg

like he's a giver, don't get me wrong

but there's something about the way your lips wrap around him, mouth sucking him so good

but when he eats you out, he'll do it as if he hasn't eaten in days lol

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends lmao

he can be both though - like fast and rough but would periodically slow down to hold your hands and kiss you all over until you're begging him to pound you again

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

lmao yes, especially before a Pack meeting

OMG OMGOMGOM

can you imagine being locked in a small closet with him bc you're hiding from a monster and he gets a fucking boner hahahah

if course you wouldn't fuck while trying to hide but it would just be so funny

and you'd tease him by shifting around and in the process would rub your ass against his crotch

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

experimenting is a must for liam

being still new to the sex world, he'd like to figure out what he likes and doesn't like (as do you of course)

as for taking risks???? i'd say no

unless it's something that you really want to try, but other than that, not really.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

honestly i think it depends

like if it's been a long week (especially the week of the full moon), maybe 1 round??

but sometimes can go for muliple rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

would experiment with vibrators and light bondage but i can't see anything else beyond that tbh

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

hahah yes would 100% love teasing you

like i said before, he'd be a brat / brat tamer

while he's the brat tamer, he'd punish you by teasing you

this can be done through edging / orgasm denial, overstimulation, fucking you until you're have to tell him to stop bc it's too much

when using a vibrator, he'd love to hold it just above your folds but close enough for you to feel it

he'd have you whining, rolling your hips towards the toy to get it to make contact with your clit - literally anything to make him pleasure you with it lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

liam would be one whiney bitch omg

he's be more of moans than grunts - grunting would be if he was punishing you by pounding into you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

would be a sucker for dirty talk oh my god

to hear you praise him, or have him praise you

say how good you feel around him

or to even tease you in public by saying all the things he'd love to do to you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

muscley (obviously)

i think he'd be about average in cock size lol

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

that bby boy is a horny puppy i swear

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty quickly tbh

poor bby would be so worn out lol

but i mean that would be after the aftercare lmao

like liam would never be the type to fuck then roll over and go to sleep ahah

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