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Freak On The Cam! - C.K.

Synopsis. Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, camgírl! reader, spítting, Choso has rings and piercings, first times + loss of vírginity (Choso’s), oral (fem receiving), exhíbitionism, DOWN BAD Choso, cúmplay, use of “ma’am”, Sukuna is a menace, víbrators, light jealousy (Choso’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 6.5k

A/N. Meant to post this last week but hehe here we are. Also I’ve GOT to stop using Unc-kuna so much lmao.

“Wanna see a movie or do you wanna make one?”

Choso was screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. So badly, in fact, that he might as well just wipe off every trace of himself online and go into hiding - preferably forever.

All because he had been so stupidly careless as to leave his phone unattended for exactly 1 minute and 47 seconds around Sukuna.

In the time it took Choso to raid the kitchen for his favorite brand of cereal, his uncle had managed to open his Twitter (because “that’s where all the juicy stuff is”), stalk your pretty page at the very top of his last searched, and send a god-awful pick-up line that would probably get him blocked. Or worse.

Damnit, he knew he shouldn’t have made his password Yuji’s birthday.

“Ya should be thankful I didn’t DM her myself, brat.” Sukuna chuckles, not even a shred of regret in his tone, way too amused with how Choso was frantically trying to tackle the phone out of his hands. “What’s the harm in asking? Such a pretty camgirl, n’ you look like you need some good pu-”

“She’s also my classmate.”

“Kinky. Even better.”

No, not “even better”. God, this must be some kind of cosmic joke, and Choso just wished the Earth would swallow him up whole right now - and maybe his phone along with it too.

It had taken him almost a whole semester to work up the courage to just sit next to you during your shared lecture. All gorgeous with your bright smiles, and your smart mouth. And Choso was very much content to admire you from afar - and from behind his phone screen, of course.

Never following, never liking. Never tipping you off as one of your hundreds of thousands of fans.

And now, not only had Sukuna revealed that he’d found your secret Twitter account - the one with those sinful little clips of yourself that had Choso opening the app way too much - he’d also propositioned you. Like some creep.

“Ugh. This is why women hate you.” Still desperately grappling, he spits out more to himself than Sukuna at this point. “B-besides, she’s never even gonna respond any-”

Ping!

And the Itadori household had never been quieter. Never, on a random Saturday during spring break. Never, as the two men crowd the phone, jaws dropped and staring wordlessly at the singular message on screen. You.

“Let’s make one ;)”

---

“So s’not a stream this time, jus’ a video. Is that okay?” You hum from your desk, glancing at the man seated on your bed as he hastily nods along with whatever you said. Looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

Weird.

It had only been a few days of back and forth since you’d gotten that first text - the one that you’d honestly thought about blocking like the thousands of others. But there was just something about it that made you stop, something that had you clicking on the profile to delve a little deeper.

It hit you like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact - that this was someone in your class. Someone you knew. How the hell did he even find this account?

You knew Choso as that sweet - albeit slightly gloomy - kid that sat next to you, always quick with his answers and even quicker to look away from your gaze, no matter how hard you tried to spark a conversation. You’d just guessed he was afraid of you or something.

So nothing could’ve prepared you for how ridiculously attractive he looked in that profile picture, all smug grins and dark locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner. Shirtless, giving just a peak of- oh god, were those nipple piercings?

Could you really be blamed? You just had to have him.

But, here - it was like he was just itching to run away at the first chance he got.

“You’re not held at gunpoint, y’know.” you giggle at how he startles at the mere sound of your voice. The mattress dips as you stop fiddling with the camera to sit next to him, thighs flush against his muscled ones. “Are you sure you want-”

“Yes.”

It seems that both of you were surprised by the abrupt response. Too quick. Choso clears his throat, cheeks flaring as he tries to dredge up some semblance of dignity, he drawls lightly. “I mean- Yes.”

You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - nothing quite like the suave impression his pick-up line gave off.

But so irresistible just the same.

“Well…Cho.” you bat your lashes, voice dropping to a seductive whisper - not too heavy, for now at least. “Then why won’t you even look at me?”

Alas, Choso was not a strong man.

Maybe at your words, maybe at that playful little nickname you gave him, he’s finally raising those dark eyes to look at you. Twinkling with- fear? anticipation? A flicker of something so dangerous as his gaze sweeps greedily over that tight dress you put on just for this occasion.

Choso tries to ignore how sinfully it hugs all your curves. Or the way it would look a million times better on the floor.

This was absolute torture.

And God he thinks he could pass out right then and there as you lean in closer. Too close. The temperature in the room suddenly increasing by about 10 degrees as you purr, tone careful and balanced. “Much better. And now…”

His breathing becomes heavier, eyes flickering downwards. Once. Twice.

And you know you’ve got him in the palm of your hand.

“...all you gotta do is touch me.”

Yeah, if Choso thought he was going to pass out before then he definitely wasn’t ready for those dangerous little words. Ones that have him shaken right to the core - fighting that urge to just take you how he’s imagined all those lonely nights.

“You- huh?” he lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he crosses his legs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, desperately trying to will away the blood rushing straight to his throbbing cock right now.

But how could he? Not when you only shift closer, barely even a hair’s breadth between you two - relishing in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. Such an adorable pout playing on your lips as you mutter, “Do you not want to?”

And he did. Oh, how he did - has been imagining it for the past five months, in fact. And Choso lets you know, a little twenty times, actually, as the words spill panickedly from his lips.

“-idiot trying to set me up and I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for so long but I’m just-” Heat rushes to Choso’s cheeks, as he abruptly shuts the fuck up. But it’s too late - the damage has been done.

You give him a wry smile, lips mere inches from his ear. “Just what?”

His breath hitches, muscles rippling so deliciously as he shudders beneath your touch. “I’m a-” Choking out - as if it physically hurts to admit - “-virgin.”

Oh.

Now, you might’ve expected many things - but certainly not this. Though, looking at the cute flush on the tips of his ears, all the way down to those big, needy eyes, you don’t mind. Not one bit.

With one, quick glance at the rolling camera - your mouth is moving before your mind. “Do you want me to…do something about it?”

And then it’s like something snapped.

You don’t know who leans in first, just that Choso’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him - how could you not?

Because goddammit it was always those pretty lips that you were staring at whenever he was spouting off answers in class. You just never expected he’d be kissing you back with such an infectious desperation.

No sooner are you thinking about how sweet his lips are before he’s pulling away with a soft sigh, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Your neck. Back to your lips like he wanted everything and anything.

You gasp licks a long, languid stripe up your neck - maybe at how utterly obscene it felt, maybe at that sharp cold feeling that makes you flinch. Fuck - a tongue piercing? The noise makes Choso’s mouth drop into a quick oh! surging forward to claim your lips again. Addicted.

Only to be stopped by your hands cupping his face, letting out a pained grunt at how he was so close. Just a hair’s breadth away from your lips.

“Cho~ Open your mouth, baby.” you whisper, hotly.

And he looked so pretty - dark hair askew, lower lip swollen and quivering with need, brows furrowing because he wanted more of your taste. But he obeys, of course he does, Choso thinks he’ll do anything you asked. And lo and behold, sitting right there in the middle of his tongue was a pretty silver piercing.

You just can’t help but thumb open his mouth further, looking him right in the eyes as you spit in his mouth. Once. Twice.

“Bet no one else has done this before, huh?” Grinning at how sinfully Choso’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste, “Kiss me proper now.”

God, you were so good at throwing away whatever was left of his poor sanity. And it’s all that’s said before his kiss-bitten lips are crashing into yours again.

“No. No one’s hah- done that before. Only you.” he’s panting into your open mouth, swirling his tongue with yours. “F-fuck only you. Only you only you-”

You barely even realize the way you’re on his lap now, sitting so prettily there that Choso half-deliriously wonders whether he should take a picture. Mind spinning too much with his throbbing erection under your drenched panties, a damp little patch at his fat tip. So hot and heavy already.

“Cho, do you want me to-”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You certainly don’t have to be told twice - especially with that little nickname. Fiddling with his belt, you’re so hazy with want - the need to taste Choso, to see if the rest of him was as sweet as his lips - that you almost miss the look of confusion that flashes across his face.

You bat your lashes at him almost-innocently, “You alright?” And Choso thinks he could cum right there and right now at the sight. If he wasn’t currently battling for his life, that is.

“Yeah, s’jus’- what I wanted hah- was to…” His hands sneak down, cupping your heated pussy through your drenched panties. “-taste her. ”

“Oh?”

“Are y’gonna teach me how?”

Oh. Fuck.

You know you’re fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

Only moments later, Choso’s wrestling you back onto the mattress, face-to-face with your sloppy pussy. So mean with the way he was pinning your hips down with one hand, all but ripping your panties off with the other.

You feel his piercing before his tongue. Both the hot and cold so maddening on your cunt as Choso licks long, lazy stripes up your puffy folds - dragging his hot tongue all the way from your base. Just grazing your swollen clit.

“Teach me- fuck fuck-” words muffled and slurring together, vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Use me. Use me how you want.”

You’re threading your fingers through his dark locks before you even realize it, grinding your sloppy cunt all over his waiting mouth. “Quirk your tongue like- ngh-” Angling him close enough so he bullies his soft tongue into your tight pussy. Piercing massaging all the right places. “Fuck-”

“Like this?”

“Sh-shit,” you gasp, nodding deliriously. “S’too ngh- good.”

And by God, did you mean it.

“Yeah? Y’like this?” he’s groaning, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. “Can feel you clenching around me. Shit shit shit, you love this, huh? So slutty on camera for it?”

Getting wetter and wetter by the second as his tongue roams for that one-

“Oh! F-fuck, Cho. Right hngh- there. Deeper-”

Ah, found it.

Choso grins as you tug on his soft strands, you can feel it on your throbbing pussy. Pushing your legs all the way till they’re at your tits to hit that little spot each and every time. Again and again. Eyes glassy, torn between devouring that slutty expression on your face and how fucking drenched you were.

“Shit, baby,” his words are so strained now, like his sanity was dancing away at each flick of his tongue. “You’re drooling everywhere. See? Show the camera now.”

You don’t have to look. Because you can feel it.

Can feel how wet his mouth is, just glistening with slick and saliva. Trailing all the way down his chin - to his wrist - only second to how sloppy your dripping cunt was. It was like he was getting messy on purpose, like a little reminder to himself that shit this was you and he was eating out your pretty cunt to insanity-

“Oh my god, think m’hooked.” Tongue dragging all over your swollen folds, catching on his piercing. “Think your pretty lil’ pussy’s hah- driving me crazy. Ruined me, Fuck-”

And it’s so embarrassing how he’s talking you through it, grinning at every lil’ whine and whimper that leaves your mouth. You were acting all shy right now in a way that makes Choso’s cock twitch so painfully. He barely even notices, though, with the way he was so drunk off your pussy.

So messy - unable to decide between rolling his tongue over your ravaged clit and dipping into your sloppy hole. Too much. In and out in and-

“Faster.”

He goes faster.

“H-harder.”

He goes harder.

Anything and everything for you - to keep those pretty moans falling from your lips, walls getting tighter and tighter around his tongue. And Choso might just consider himself a man addicted.

“Can you ngh- cum f’me, baby?” You flinch as he spits out the words into your cunt. Harsh. Fucked-out. Sounding just as delirious and breathless as you. “Cum f’me please. Wan’ to taste y’on my tongue. Please. Fuck- need it so bad. So bad.”

You’re so caught up in Choso’s pussydrunk little babbles that you barely even realize when you’re cumming. Just that you’re letting out a strangled scream of his name, dragging your sloppy pussy all over his mouth.

And he has never seemed more blissed out. Long gone is that nervous little expression usually on his face around you, Choso looked like he could be suffocated in-between your legs right now and love it. Hope for it, even.

He tells you that, of course. As soon as you’re blinking back your vision, blood still roaring in your ears. Delicate strings of slick snapping where he parts from your quivering cunt, lips swollen and glossed so prettily with your sweet sweet juices.

“Baby, y’think the video of lesson one came out good?”

Oh. Shit, what have you done?

---

That certainly wasn’t the last time you saw Choso - or the last time you had him in front of a camera, either.

A few weeks later, you found yourself with an entire album for the man - a hidden treasure trove under the simple name of “Cho <3”. Most of the videos favorited, all sorted so tediously in a way that showed you spent an obscene amount of time looking at all the ways he ruined you.

So filthy on camera that you always wondered whether it was the same person in the sheets and in class, texting Choso for later. Just to confirm.

But embarrassingly, only some of these videos made their way onto your Twitter account - with Choso’s pretty face largely out of the frame. The two of you hadn’t ventured into streams yet either, opting to hide him away. Because, okay, maybe you were slightly jealous of other people seeing him - but it was really hard not to be when he looked like that.

In spite of all that, you’d still gained a casual hundred thousand more followers since his appearance - ones who always commented on your solo streams asking where your “hot emo bf” was.

Comments you’d pointedly ignore, because, hell, you wished he was here on-stream helping you get off, too. Yet despite the endless flirting and videos, Choso actually hadn’t made it further than actually holding a full conversation with you. And you wanted more.

For all you know, you might just be one of his many trysts - and it was just for the videos, right? You get the content, he gets the experience? A win-win situation, so why have you never felt more like such a loser?

Such a loser the way you’ve already lost count of the “lessons” but still haven’t gotten to feel him - to fuck him the way you wanted just yet.

“S’alright if I take this, right, ma’am?” He smirks during one such session, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Dangling your drenched panties like a badge of honor, flimsy and soaked with your sweet sweet juices. “S’alright if I-” And he can’t even finish the sentence. Your jaw drops as Choso raises the thin fabric to his face, breathing in your essence like a man possessed.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“You’re so filthy, Cho-” you manage to choke out once you find your voice. Squirming on his bed like such a slut for him. “Was the innocent thing just an act?”

“Nope.” he pops the p, licking lewd little circles on your neck, thumbing open your puffy folds to watch in amazement at the way you glisten and clamp around his fingers. Eyes flickering briefly to the recording phone in his hand. “But we gotta give ‘em a good show, huh?”

Right, you’d forgotten about the camera. But none of that matters anyway because-

Intensity setting 2.

“You’re so mean, too.”

“Am I?” he grins, teeth grazing along your racing pulse. “I think you taught that to me, baby. Shit, lesson 8 it was?”

God, he was addictive.

Choso’s having way too much fun playing around with the intensity setting of the bullet vibrator shoved inside your ravaged cunt. Sending quick, methodical vibrations all along your pulsing clit. In time with the breathless moans leaving your kiss-bitten lips, and it’s all you can to call out for- more? Mercy? Both?

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“God, you’re so perfect. Shit, so messy f’me.” he groans, and you could tell that the video wasn’t going to be uploaded anyway. Too shaky, focusing in and out of Choso’s fingers. Knuckle-deep and pumping in and out of your filthy hole. Relentless. “Almost makes me wanna show off to an actual audience.”

“Maybe I want to, too.” you muse, shifting at his heated gaze. Dangerously pressing your thumb over those nipple piercings you’ve gotten to know so well lately - as if to support your point. God you wish he’d take off that snug shirt.

Intensity setting 3.

“That so?”

And no matter how many times Choso’s ruined you on camera - and watched the videos over and over afterwards - he always thought they weren’t enough to capture your perfection.

“Such a slut f’me, baby.” To capture the exact moment in which your wet lips fall into a soft little oh! when he massages your walls in time with the pulsing vibrator. To capture that absolutely sinfully excited little glint in your eyes as he ruts his clothed erection against your pussy. “Y’always this dirty?” Quickly turning into a look of slight panic at the sudden jingle of keys from the front door.

“Yo, brat. Where the fuck are ya?”

Ah, there he was, the reason that Choso usually locked his bedroom door whenever you were over, even if he was home alone.

Intensity setting 4.

As the silence continues, so does Choso’s abuse on your cunt. In fact, he only gets more erratic - like he wanted you to cum. Needed you to cum right now, right here in front of Sukuna, footsteps only growing louder. Nearer.

“Cho-” you fight to get out the words. “He’s hah-.”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Can’t speak? That’s cute.” he coos, voice way too relaxed for someone whose mind was reeling with the realization that he couldn’t remember if he locked the door this time, and how adorable you sounded. Enough so that it made some raw, primal part of him wanna pull down his pants and fuck you right here right now. Cockblocks and his own virginity be damned. “C’mon now, use your words like a good girl. Tell the camera.”

Cocky bastard.

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzzt-

“Close!” you yelp, unsure of whether you were talking about yourself or the looming Sukuna. Jaw slack, tears springing into your ears as you look up at Choso. “So close.”

God, you were addictive. And this video was definitely going in both your favorites.

“Mhm,” he hums, movements getting hastier. More desperate. “I know, ma’am.”

Intensity setting 5.

That’s all that it takes for you to cum, letting out a loud strangled moan of Choso’s name. Or, you would’ve - if it hadn’t been for the way he’s shoving two, thick fingers into your mouth.

Silencing you - and in your hazy brain you think that if this was his way of shutting you up, then you really didn’t mind. Because all you could taste was you and the cold, cold metal of his rings. Somewhat intoxicating.

“Shhhhhh.” he’s breathing out, still mindlessly grinding his hips into yours. Though, you realize with a pang that today won’t be the day you get to feel that achingly hard erection straining his pants. “These pretty moans aren’t for him, hm?”

Pressing on the back of your tongue, smirking at the way you nod tearily up at him, moans still muffled. Hell, do you even know how sexy you’re being right now.

“Mhm, all f’me. All for fuckin’ me.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Why the fuck are you locked up in here on a Saturday night?” Sukuna sounds impatient, but not surprised. Probably imagining all sorts of dorky things his nephew was doing to hole himself up in his room. “Come out n’ get this takeout- what’s left of it anyways.”

And with that, it’s like the magic is over.

Your high only just bating before Choso’s hurriedly ending the recording on a hazy still of your disappointed pout, cursing Sukuna for his impeccable timing.

Slightly concerned about the door being broken down and someone else seeing you in all your fucked-out glory, he hastily moves to grab the spare cloth by his bedside. Cleaning you up with hushed promises of “sending the recording later”, and “s’alright, he’ll be gone soon.”

Close. You were so close.

A win-win situation - but you’ve never felt like more of a loser.

---

“By God, I never thought he’d get the balls to do it.”

You yelp in surprise at the deep voice from behind you, whirling with a defiant brandish of Choso’s (your?) keys. He’d given them to you a few lessons ago, saying it would make it easier for you to come and go from his apartment as you pleased. Which - to you - felt dangerously like something a boyfriend would say-

But that wasn’t important right now.

What was important was the older man suddenly towering over you right outside Choso’s front door. Big arms crossed over his chest, that leering smirk clashing with his pink hair. “I knew it was odd that brat had a pair of heels by the door.”

Shit. Sukuna.

Ryomen awfully-wingman-his-nephew Sukuna.

“Spill.” At your confused head tilt, he plows on. “Spill the tea. I need new blackmail on my lil’ nephew. How badly did he have to beg you to go out with him?”

You don’t know what was more bizarre - what he was saying or the way he actually pulls out his Notes app as if hanging on to your every word.

“I-It’s because of you.” you manage to choke out, unsure of what Choso has told his family about you. Eyes flitting between him and the door right behind you, sounding your very best not to sound just as guilty as you felt. “You’re the reason we have this weird…thing.”

A beat of silence passes. One. Two.

And just as you’re beginning to wonder whether you’ve broken Choso’s infamous uncle, he throws his head back and laughs. Laughs, right in your face, sounding like he’d just heard the funniest punchline in the world.

“Oh that’s hilarious.” he exclaims, wiping a mock tear. Cackles dying down as if he was suddenly aware that maybe Choso would hear and walk in on this impromptu interrogation. “Damn, that awful pick-up line is why you started fuckin’? I thought it’d get that sap blocked so he’d stop stalking your account so much.”

“No, we…” you hesitate, mind reeling with what Sukuna just admitted, and how bad it would really be that you’re divulging your sex life to a relative of the guy you’re fucking. Before thinking fuck it, might as well confide in someone. “...we’re just doing stuff for-” putting up air quotes. “-content.”

“Just content?”

“Just content.”

“And you like that fool?”

Your face burns at how glaringly obvious it apparently was, “...Yes.”

This seemingly sets Sukuna off on another wave of uncontrollable laughter. “Ohh, thanks for the blackmail on that emotionally-constipated brat.” Typing away on what you assume to be his Notes, he promptly turns to walk away, “See ya around, doll.”

“Wait!” you call after in confusion, making him stop and raise a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to like- I don’t know, give me advice for your nephew or something - like a good uncle?”

Scoffing, “Who said I was a good uncle?” He leans in ever-so-slightly, “Jus’ rock his world on camera or somethin’ n’ ask him out right in the middle.” Satisfied with being enough of a decent samaritan for today, he walks back with a half-wave, “He’d listen to whatever you say anyway.”

Oh. Is that so?

And Sukuna probably meant it as some joke. Something to tease the both of you with - but it’s something that sets the gears going off inside your head. Something that had you ignoring Sukuna’s slightly panicked, “Jus’ not too soon, I needa bully him with this first.”

---

You didn’t listen to Sukuna’s little plea, of course. Because only a few days later you’d steeled yourself to finally send that one text you knew would change your relationship with Choso. For the good, hopefully.

You: 9pm my place. Get ready, cuz this time we’re gonna be live ;)

Cho <3: :0

And with that, you’d thrown your phone on the bed, jittery about later tonight. Browsing through your wardrobe for that one set of barely-there lingerie in his favorite shade of pink. Hey, you could never be too prepared, right?

Nothing could’ve prepared Choso for this moment - absolutely nothing at all.

He might’ve just died and gone to heaven the very moment he read that dangerous text - finally inviting him to join one of your streams. The ones that he’d always watch in the safety of his bedroom, lights dimmed, pants bunched around his ankles.

Cock just achingly hard in his fist while he wished he was with you behind the camera. Getting you off so much better than any sextoy would. Just forcing those pretty moans from your lips - and everyone else could see that. Wish it was them ruining you instead.

Alas, it was only a dirty little fantasy.

Until now, that is.

slvt4u: Holy shit boyfriend reveal, about time.

uniwhore: THIS is the hottie from Twitter?????

itsgenslut: idfc just fuck

“Nervous?” you smirk, looking down at the man sprawled so prettily on your bed. “You look just as close to an aneurysm as you were the first time. Though-” snaking your hand down, “-this is still the same as ever.”

You chuckle at the way Choso catches your lips with his, more to shut up those pathetic little moans threatening to escape him than anything. Because every glance at you in that sinful little pink bra gave Choso a mini heart attack.

“B-baby-” he gasps, grinding his clothed erection against your palms. “I wan- hah-”

“Mhm?”

And God how you’ve ruined Choso - run him so utterly dry of his sanity.

Because he’s angling your head down, piercing cold against your tongue. “Spit.”

It was like that first time had gotten him addicted. So you do - right into his waiting mouth. Jaw dropping at the way he tips his head back, back, back to let it slide so obscenely down his throat. Moaning at just a taste of you, “God, I need to f-fucking ruin you.”

And if there’s anything you’ve learned after all these months with Choso, it’s that anything he says - he does.

The words have barely left his mouth before he’s pulling your bra off, ripping your panties easily off your hips. Each and every little regret about what a shame it was thrown out the window at the first sight of your pretty pussy.

It never gets old - and Choso could never get enough of the sinful sight - your cunt so sloppy and ready for him already.

“Cho-” you whine as ringed fingertips coming up to circle your sloppy entrance. Cold. Stretching you to insanity. “S-stop teasing.”

“Yes, ma’am. But first-” shifting you around ever-so-slightly on top of him. “Gotta show off how wet y’are f’me.”

uniwhore: did he just call her “ma’am”?? Me when??

roses101: idk who i wanna be they’re both so fucking hot ugh

“Fuck, y’look so sexy from this angle. Wonder if the camera thinks so too?”

Your face slightly burns at how he was seemingly taking over your own stream. Smug bastard, you think, glancing down at Choso, red-faced, hair untied, wearing a sly grin as his eyes slide over the flurry of comments. But two can play that game.

“Cho~” fumbling with the hem of his underwear, “You’ve been holding out on me.”

A gasp leaves you involuntarily as you tug down Choso’s boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free, hitting his sculpted abdomen. Blushed your favorite shade of pink - to match your bra - so so angry and soaked in precum.

He was so intimidatingly long - longer than any of those toys you usually brought on camera. Thick enough that it had you wondering, shit, would you even be able to take it?

“S’this a-alright?” and for all his previous confidence, Choso sounded self-conscious. Peeking at you through his long lashes.

You grin, pumping a hand up and down his swollen cock, letting his precum drip down your wrist. “S’perfect.”

“God- fuck, baby. Oh-” Choso lets out breathless little profanities as you straddle his waist, dragging his weeping tip down your swollen folds. So fucking filthy as you sink down in by fucking in. Slowly. “Too- much-”

Apparently too slow because no sooner have you just taken in his fat tip, squeezing and clenching around him, that Choso’s flipping the both of you over.

“M’sorry.” he breathes into your mouth as your back hits the mattress. “M’sorry m’sorry, fuck- just can’t-” fingers immediately drawing frenzied little circles on your pulsing clit to take your mind off the dizzying stretch as he bullies his massive cock into your snug cunt. “Can’t wait can’t wait- waited too fucking long. Want this so badly-”

You felt too good. Too perfect around him.

“Ah! Hngh- Cho, oh my god. Too- ngh-” you moan, as he starts grinding in shallow, mindless little movements just to fit himself inside. Pushing and pushing, you wondered if he even realized what he was doing.

Sounding like his sanity was dwindling away with each little thrust, “S’too big? You can take it. Fuck fuck fuck please. Need this.” Pressing all the way into your lungs. “How do you wan’ it- how do you wan’ me?”

Honestly, Choso didn’t even need to ask, because he just bottoms out - heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock swollen and throbbing inside you - that you think that you just wanted him to ruin you.

“R-ruin?” his voice breaks as he repeats - more to himself than you. Oh, shit had you said that out loud? You’re speechless as Choso throws your legs over his shoulder, dragging his swollen lips lazily across your ankle. “Yes ma’am.”

Oh. You might as well have just signed off your will.

Because then he’s fucking into your sloppy cunt. Unforgiving. A man starved because he was. Jagged, quick thrusts, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his rock-hard cock.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he pants into your open mouth, finding it so fucking difficult to find any rhythm when your tight cunt was milking him so good. “You feel so good. So messy. Ya love it like this, huh? Being hngh- watched?”

“Hngh-” you buck wildly into his body, reaching up to play coyly with his nipple piercings. Tugging and pulling lightly. “Feels too good- are- ah- are ya sure this is your first time?”

Honestly, it was a wonder Choso didn’t cum right then and there.

Tojisslvt: need someone to fuck me like this the first time

22sabi: Typing with one hand is so hard.

DaStrongest: i could fuck her so much better than than inexperienced loser

Choso throws his head back in a cruel little laugh at that last comment, something that makes you tingle all the way from your burning cheeks to your stuffed cunt. Clamping down deliciously on Choso’s unforgiving cock in a way that makes his hips and fingers stutter.

“Ya think you could fuck her better?” it takes you a second to realize he was talking to the camera and not you. Thrusts getting sloppier, getting familiar. “I’m the one that got her so messy like this.” Purposeful. Calculated. Like he was aiming for that one-

“Fuck!” you scream as he hits that magic spot. Once. And then over and over like a man possessed. Just so utterly ruining you the way you knew he could. “Cho oh my god- I can’t hah- ngh-”

The cold metal of Choso’s rings dig into your cheek softly as he turns you head to face him. God, this was the stuff of his wildest dreams.

You - teary eyed and looking up at him like such a slut. Pussy getting wetter - tighter - as he teases you in front of the camera. Torn between running away from his relentless cock and bucking up for more more more-

“Fuck no no no- Keep your legs open, baby. Don’t hah- run away from me.” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. “Don’t- need this. Need this so ba- shit.”

And he sounded so genuinely worried he’d lose the feeling of your heady cunt. Fingers bruising on your hips as he pulls you closer. Like he was trying to fuck out any and every shred of shyness out of your body.

slvt4u: Always the quiet ones.

DaStrongest: heh, fuck off. i’d make her cum so much harder.

Now, Choso was fucking you like he had a point to prove, and it was probably the only reason he hadn’t passed out from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.

Both of you were barely-lucid at this point - and he was out of control now.

Pussy drunk thoughts unfiltered, “No one’s ever d-done this- got me hah- feeling like this.” And you had the distinct feeling he just beat you to your original goal, letting out sweet little babbles into your open mouth - though his hips were anything but.

So hard that you were sure the creases of your sheets would leave marks for tomorrow - along with his balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, lips searing against yours. It was like he wanted to prove something - to prove he was good enough to- the viewers? To you?

Knowing your body well enough to hit that one spot over and over until you were sobbing. Fingers erratic on your clit.

“Cho-” you squeal, tears springing to your eyes as he only gets sloppier. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Cum?” he breathes, as if he couldn’t believe it. And fuck if you weren’t the gates of heaven spread wide open for him then he didn’t know what was. “Fucking cum. Please please- hah- f’me. Cum on m’cock n’ make them jealous. F’me- Like you’re mine.”

You barely even realize when you are. Jaw slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. God, he was gonna have to go home and rewatch this stream all over again.

“Ngh- m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

Not even realizing the way you’re dragging your nails down Choso’s sculpted back. Marking up his milky skin - and he lets you.

Loved it in fact- the way he loved you.

Your eyes go wide, and Choso knows he’s fucked up. Realizing with a jolt that words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. But it’s the way you squeeze him tighter- giving him such a gorgeous little fucked-out smile that sends him over the edge.

Sharp canines digging into the crook of your neck like he wanted to break skin, holding himself back from breaking you while he cums and cums so hard it hurt. Over and over-

“Love you- love you love you love you-” he’s muttering into the skin, unbarred. “Since I first saw hah- you. Wanted this more than fuck fuck- air that I breathe.”

His seed was oozing out of you now, painting your ravaged pussy white, dribbling down your legs. So fucking full and debauched. Thick, hot globs that were sure to stain those overpriced new sheets. But did Choso care for the mess? Not at all.

Because you were holding him so impossibly tight, pushing away the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Whispering little praises as he fucks you through his first time. Close. Warm. Everything he ever dreamed of.

“S’everything I ever dreamed of, too, Cho.”

And he knows he’s won.

urfavslvt: Proudest nut. Want more.

uniwhore: does this mean couples content??? Pls say yes plsplspls

DaStrongest: invite me next time <3

“Thought you were embarrassed.” he licks soothingly over the bite. Voice shot, piercing smooth against his tongue. Embarrassing little confessions leaving him with each spark of electricity running through his veins. “Thought you didn’t stream w’me cuz of that- but shit. Dreamed of this f’so long. So long-”

Oh?

“Hey, Cho.” your voice rings through his hazy mind. Just enough for Choso to raise his head and meet your intoxicating, sultry gaze. Giving a sly, sidelong glance at the still-blinking camera.

“Mhm?”

“Wanna film a week’s worth of ‘movies’ in advance?”

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Sukuna (do not answer): Oi shitty nephew, where r u Jin made me come over with (half) leftovers.

You: Sorry, not home. At the movies rn.

Sukuna (do not answer): When tf do u go to movies??

You: Since now, on a date. You probably can’t relate.

Sukuna (do not answer): Stfu n’ stop lying, a date with who? Ur body pillow?? Not like u had the balls to ask out that pretty lil’ camgirl anyway.

Haha

Right?

You: *girlfriend

Sukuna (do not answer): Huh?

You: Girlfriend.

Sukuna (do not answer): THE FUCKIN’ PICK-UP LINE WORKED??

A/N. This came out a LOT longer than expected.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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sluttywoozi · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 25: Double Penetration with MinWon

For 😸

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader x Mingyu | Genre: smut

Warnings: double penetration, prep occurred but wasn't seen, vaginal and anal sex, lil bit of dacryphilia, size kink (they have big dicks what's new), double creampie, breeding kink but just the cum

You take a deep breath as you feel Mingyu’s massive cock settle within you, his dick so long and thick in your ass, you swear you can feel it in your stomach. His hands are clamped on your hips, keeping your back pressed to his chest as you lay atop him on the bed, and you can hear him gritting his teeth at the sheer pressure of you around him.

Even after what feels like hours of prep, it’s still a tight fit, mainly because you can only stretch so much and his dick is just that big. You’re starting to wonder if you should have had Wonwoo in Mingyu’s place, but know that it wouldn’t have made anything better.

They’re matched in height and in cock size, so no matter what arrangement you decide for tonight, you’ll still be stuffed to the brim.

Not that you’re complaining.

Wonwoo stands at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed and his lips quirked up in a smirk as he watches you squirm on Mingyu’s chest. He’s making you wait just to see how long it takes you to beg, but what he doesn’t know about you is that you’re always willing to beg.

“Wonwoo, please. Come fill me up, I wanna feel you both,” you plead, fighting with your uncooperative muscles to spread your legs, enticing him closer. Mingyu helps, hooking his hands beneath your knees and pulling your legs apart. You’re sure he’s sending Wonwoo puppy eyes over your shoulder, and you join in, letting your lip quiver and your eyelashes flutter just for good measure.

He sighs like you’ve beleaguered him, like he’s not about to give you exactly what you want, like he’s not currently so hard you can see the full outline of his cock through his boxers. Stepping closer, he works his underwear down, his dick springing free and smacking against his toned stomach as he starts to climb up.

You lock eyes as he makes his way toward you, his face stony but his hands extended to pet your strained thighs before he shuffles closer on his knees and aligns himself with you. The head of his cock grinds over your clit in what you’re sure isn’t an accident, making you jump and gasp and making his smirk grow.

“Just put it-”

He slides inside you in stroke, stealing all the breath in your chest and all the room in your body. You’re all filled up, their cocks so thick inside you that you don’t think you’ll ever be the same again.

You’re sure they can feel each other through the thin wall separating them, and from the look on Wonwoo’s face and the twitching of Mingyu’s dick, you think they like it. They’re giving you time to adjust but you almost don’t want them to move, just want them to stay here and keep you full, keep you whole.

Until Wonwoo pulls back an inch, and pushes inside again. He tries to get you used to the feeling of movement with little thrusts, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to this. The feeling of both of them at once, the feeling of Mingyu’s hot breaths puffing over your shoulder and Wonwoo’s cold hands braced on your thighs. The feeling of being fit to burst in both your heart and your body.

“S’it good?” You ask through rapidly welling tears, your hands reaching back and delving into Mingyu’s hair to keep you grounded as Wonwoo starts to fuck you.

“So fucking- God, I can’t even t-” A gasp cuts off the rest of Wonwoo's answer, but you’ve heard enough to make you flush from head to toe in want.

“Mingyu?”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight, I don’t know if I can take it,” he whines, sounding as close to crying as you are.

“You can,” Wonwoo assures him, thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm and reaching for Mingyu’s hips to urge him into moving with him. He whimpers but pushes forward when Wonwoo pulls back, his hands flexing on your thighs and his hips bumping against yours.

“Is it good for you?” Mingyu asks, leaning up to drag his canines over your neck as his cock throbs inside you.

“So good, never, never been this full, I love it,” you cry, literally, the tears finally breaking over your lash line and streaming down the sides of your face.

Wonwoo brings a hand up and brushes them away, sucking at his fingers and smiling a real smile as he bends down to kiss you deeply, his tongue pushing in and out of your mouth and his cock pushing in and out of your pussy.

Mingyu gathers you closer, snaking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up to your chest and folding his hands together so you’re all wrapped up in him. You feel a little bad that you can’t look at him, that he’s stuck at your back, so you pull away from Wonwoo and turn your head, locking Mingyu’s lips with yours and moaning when he nips at your bottom lip.

Wonwoo sits up and starts to put more weight behind his thrusts, his cock meeting the end of you every time he bottoms out. His strokes make Mingyu moan into your mouth, and you feel yourself get even wetter as he bucks against you, out of rhythm with Wonwoo but getting so deep it doesn’t even matter.

They fuck you like that until your head spins, until you’re limp between them, until you’re mindless and boneless and senseless, and then they fuck you some more.

You’re so out of it, you don’t even notice your orgasm creeping up on you. When it hits, you can’t do anything but keen and let it take you over, let the waves batter you and the pleasure wash over you, your pussy and ass clenching wildly and sending both men over the edge with you.

Mingyu moans brokenly against your lips, and you can’t see Wonwoo but you can hear him gasping and groaning, hear the sharp note to his voice as he breaks.

It’s glorious to cum all together, like some sort of divine providence or miracle, and when the first strings of cum start to splatter against your walls, you swear you’ll never get enough of this. You thought you were full before, but now that they’re pumping their loads inside you, you know you weren’t anywhere close.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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starrgaziinggg · 9 months

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all I need is you

Hyunjin x reader, established relationship, fluff

-> 1.4k words

You almost don't notice the space beside you being filled. It had been hours, just staring at the city below you as the wind forced goosebumps to rise on your arms. Being alone had never bothered you much until today. Watching groups of friends gossiping around campus on your first day back only fuelled your desire to have a friend group of your own.

Girls you could talk about anything with. Guys that teased you lovingly. A firm body of people around you. It wasn't as though you'd never had friends, it was more so you couldn't find the place you naturally fit in. You were never any good at long term friendships, finding the forced nature of them disconcerting.

Hyunjin drops a hoodie on your lap before nestling in beside you, the make shift outdoor sofa you'd created one bored night being the only source of comfort on your rooftop. Until Hyunjin, of course. His warm aura brings you comfort even on your darkest days.

"Figured you'd be freezing to death up here," he chuckles, grabbing both of your hands in his to warm them. His freshly dyed black hair (a shame to you, since you'd loved the red, but his boss did not) blows into his face as he turns to give you a lopsided grin.

It's almost comical how at ease you feel now he's by your side, your feelings of loneliness evaporating almost instantly. He was a stroke of luck, Hyunjin, seemingly finding you when you needed him most. An art student, working long shifts in a local cafe to get by, who'd become a recluse voluntarily.

The bookstore you'd first met in was always desolate. You'd no idea how the small gem managed to stay afloat, since you were almost always the only person that bothered to give it time. It was one of your favourite places, the sole owner knowing you by name.

Six chapters into rereading your favourite book and there he was, nudging your foot with his as he flopped onto the beanbag beside you.

"Heaven, by Mieko Kawakami," he read aloud, tilting his head at you inquisitively. "Any good?"

A couple seconds after the shock of a gorgeous man interrupting your evening routine, you nod slowly.

"It's my favourite," you had replied in a small voice, confused as to why this god crafted human being was in a run down bookshop behind your apartment block, and why he was giving you the time of day.

"Tell me about it," he's said, shrugging his shoulders and leaning back, patiently waiting.

So you delved into a ramble about the basis of the book and why it meant so much to you, the premise of morality and why people do the things they do. And the whole time Hyunjin, as you'd come to discover his name, sat listening intently, nodding along without interrupting once.

When you'd concluded, realising you had been speaking much longer than you probably should have been, he raised his eyebrows.

"You know, I was never any good at English in school. I slept through every book analysis my dull ass English teacher ever attempted. And, I actually only came in here because it's one of the only stores in the area that has this art book I need, but I could probably listen to you talk about how to tie my own shoelaces and still be entranced."

The shellshock of Hyunjin's immediate interest in you took weeks to dissipate. You'd talked until the owner of the bookstore told you (lovingly) to beat it, and then some. The next day, you'd completed your summer university coursework in the cafe he worked at until his shift finished and then walked aimlessly around the area, never running out of topics to discuss.

And that was that. Within months you knew everything about each other. He took you to his favourite museum one day, explaining the intricacies behind every painting, and all you could do was watch him in awe. He walked you home, told you you were his favourite person in the universe, and kissed you because he meant it.

You'd never thought of yourself as a lucky person, but in that moment it was as though all your good karma had willed itself into existence.

"What's going on inside that head, pretty?" He says now, tilting your head up with his finger to meet his gaze.

"Nothing majorly substantial," you reply lazily, kissing his nose lightly and making him laugh. You tug on the jumper he'd brought you, a thick hoodie he'd bought recently, as he pulls an arm around your shoulders.

"Every thought you have is substantial," he says matter-of-factly, turning back to look at the view. The city noises dulled as he spoke, car horns and music white noise in the distance. "Even the ones about cats and why they're better than dogs."

"They are," you glare at him, which he just rolls his eyes at. You sit in silence for a couple minutes, enjoying his company as he traces circles on your bare legs absentmindedly. "How was your shift today?"

"Same old," he replies, pulling a hand through his disheveled hair. "You should come in after your classes tomorrow, sit with me behind the counter."

"You're lucky your boss likes you," you chuckle, bumping his shoulder lightly with yours. "I'm there every other day."

"Chan doesn't care," Hyunjin assures with a smile. "He likes you. He actually invited you along to our work night out next weekend."

"He did?" You ask, your attention piquing.

Hyunjin hums in response. "Yeah, but it will be a whole lot of Riki terrorising everyone and risking getting himself fired," he laughs. "That kid is a menace."

"Do you want me to come?" You ask sincerely, doe eyes blinking up at the man you were wholeheartedly in love with. He looks back at you with such adoration your heart physically swells in your chest.

"Of course," he answers instantly, his brows furrowed. "Everyone I work with probably likes you more than they like me. In fact, they've stated it more than once. Plus, I'd get to show off my pretty girlfriend, and I need you for morale support against Riki."

The grin appears of your face quicker than lightening as you nestle your head into Hyunjin's shoulder.

"Sometimes I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you in my life, you know," you mumble. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you."

You feel Hyunjin shake his head above you, before reaching for your face with both hands and making you stare at him.

"You're perfect, love," he smiles, rubbing his thumb against your cold cheek. "You can be a stubborn thing, but I love you for it. If you could see yourself through my eyes you'd understand why I'm so infatuated with you."

You can't help but to roll your eyes, a natural instinct to any compliment you receive. He shakes you gently as you laugh, as if attempting to rid you of all your negative thoughts.

"Now, get your ass inside your apartment. It's fucking freezing out here, and I'm shattered," he groans, standing up and pulling you along with him.

"You're staying over?" You ask excitedly, knowing he was going to classes early in the morning.

"Duh," he says sassily, leading you through the fire escape after intertwining your hand with his own. "I missed you like crazy at work today. Chan's new no phone rule is kicking my ass and I need a cuddle."

You laugh, following him down the stairs in your apartment building like a puppy. "You're cute today."

"I'm cute everyday," he counters, turning to tilt his head at you. You stop for a second, just staring down at him.

"I love you, you know?" You say, as if he's not already aware of how deep your feelings run for him. He just grins back at you, tugging you down the stairs and into his embrace.

“I love you too, angel,” he replies whilst wrapping his arms tightly around you.

Maybe you would never have the amount of friends you’d always desired. Maybe those deep rooted feelings of loneliness would never fully dissipate. But with Hyunjin by your side, you felt as though you didn’t need anything more.

I wrote this last night and wasn’t going to post it but I think it’s cute so here you go :) sorry for the inactivity, I am swamped rn but I’m trying my best!

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violetrainbow412-blog · 11 months

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Dear Theodosia [S. R]

Dad!Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 2k

Summary: Spencer stays one afternoon to care for your three-month-old twins and reflects on how much he loves them.

This idea is entirely @lucreziaq2001 and is inspired by the song with the same title from the fic. Thanks for sharing! It was honestly very sweet to write.

taglist: @navs-bhat

Spencer Reid never imagined being a family man. When he started his career at the FBI, he was excited to discover this new world and become a valuable, skilled agent who could help catch the worst criminals. That is why he prepared himself so much academically, he read and read, he delved deeply to be able to learn as much as possible to be able to improve his profiles; in the equation he didn’t see a space for sentimental relationships and honestly it wasn’t something that he believed a necessity.

He liked being able to handle cases for weeks and then come home to go straight to bed; no noise, no mess. He liked that his only responsibility was to take care of his mother and the goldfish that lived in the huge fish tank next to the kitchen. It was a good and quiet life, but very lonely.

Until he met you.

Now, after years of being alone, he was about to spend a whole afternoon with his two little three-month-old twins: Charlotte and Jacob. You hadn't even completed your first wedding anniversary when the symptoms arrived and you have to admit that when you looked at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, you felt a little panic rather than happiness.

How were you going to raise a child? Were you even fit for that? In addition, there was that concern of your husband that his genetics would affect your children, or that, in his absence, your children would be forced to deal with the same thing that he had to go through with his mother.

But after a day or two, the shock of the news wore off and suddenly the two of you were laughing out loud as tears filled your eyes as you weighed in on the news: you were having a baby. Spencer almost fainted when, after several months, you went to the doctor for a checkup and the echo revealed that it wasn't one baby growing in your womb, but two babies.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" you had asked him that afternoon, before you left the apartment to get into your mother's car, which was taking you to a doctor's appointment. It's not that you didn't trust Spencer, but you were worried that one of the three of them needed you and you weren't there.

He responded by giving you a kind kiss on the lips and asking you to get out of there without any worries, telling you that the FBI could manage a couple of hours without him. He honestly felt excited to be able to enjoy his little rays of sunshine, as he called them all the time, because since they were born Spencer had only been able to be with them a few nights when they cried and he had seen you too tired to go calm them down.

Spencer went to the room that you had set up for both babies and smiled when he looked at the two pink and blue cribs that the team had given you when they heard the news. They both had mobiles that his mother had decorated in the sanatorium, because, in addition to her intelligence, she had always had manual skills, and the blankets that covered them had been woven by Spencer and you; unfortunately for Charlotte, as hers was more neglected than her twin's.

The man leaned in to look at both of them, careful not to make a sound so as not to wake them, and smiled widely when he noticed Jacob moving his little hands in his sleep. Thanks to the books on motherhood that he had read, he knew that, even after research, it wasn’t certain when babies began to dream, but he wanted to believe that his son was doing it.

After eating something Spencer sat on the sofa in the living room while he put together a puzzle to pass the afternoon and from time to time he walked into the room to check that both of them were okay. He wasn't belittling your work, of course, but for the first few hours he didn't really suffer too much, since during one of the long naps it was a good time to take care of his duties as a father. Until the sound of crying startled him, he practically ran to see what had happened, only to find that the noise was coming from the pink crib.

"Hey, Lottie," he whispered, reaching out to pick up her daughter, careful to hold her head so he wouldn't hurt her. "What's up, honey?"

Spencer walked into the living room, the last thing he wanted was to have to comfort two crying babies while rocking the little girl in his arms. He wondered what the crying was about, as it was unlikely to be due to hunger. You had breastfed them before you left and you were very strict about schedules so as not to spoil them. After checking he realized that he did not need a diaper change either and the doctor had said that the colic would improve after three months, so it could not be due to stomach issues. He felt scared for not knowing her motives, but his fears were quenched when after rocking her for a couple of minutes she finally calmed down.

“It was a tantrum. You just wanted me to hug you, is that it?" he laughed, speaking softly to the little girl. She was very intelligent, because she was already looking at everything carefully and Spencer thought it was because she was already beginning to see the colors of things and was curious "Let's go with your brother, but promise you won't cry or he's going to wake up" he exclaimed, with the same sweet and careful tone, as he walked back to your children's room.

Jacob was still sleeping peacefully when he pulled a chair over to the side of his crib, so he could watch him, still holding her twin in his arms.

"My babies, so pretty..." whenever he had the opportunity, he would have one-sided conversations with the newborns, claiming that communication with them was very important because that way their brain would learn more words, but a part of him did it for the simple pleasure to talk about the things he felt. Sometimes he even liked being discovered by you in the middle of a pep talk for your kids "I haven't had much time to spend with you, but today mommy had to go out and I'm taking care of you"

With a smile on his lips, he leaned down to kiss the lump in his arms on the cheek, hearing the baby babble at the sensation of her father's stubble scratching her skin and finding that the most tender sound.

Spencer had been very happy holding and caring for her godson Henry when he was a baby, but he never knew how wonderful it was to care for his own until he met Jacob and Charlotte. Every day they were the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he worried about when he slept, or sometimes even in his dreams he found himself searching like crazy for the well-being of his children.

He suddenly looked at Lottie, much calmer now that she was wrapped in her father's warmth, and he realized how much she looked like you, but with eyes identical to his. Sometimes he was completely amazed by how wonderful nature was: those two little ones had come out of your body, they were the fruit of you and him.

It's no secret that Spencer hadn't had the most pleasant childhood and because of this he always thought that he wouldn't be able to raise a child. His father had never shown love, he had abandoned him, he had mistreated him... was that the example he would follow? Would he risk ending up being that to your children? Spencer knew that, statistically, a child who grows up with violent patterns and behaviors is more likely to imitate this type of behavior in the future. And that terrified him.

“Do you want to load them?” he remembers that you had asked him, just as the nurse had handed you a set of healthy twins on the hospital gurney. They both had these little bracelets with their names on them to identify them and, honestly, they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He finally understood why all parents so proudly showed off their bald little ones with wrinkled skin.

"But I don't know how to do it, what if I hurt them?"

“You won't, Spence. Try” you had smiled at him, putting your entire trust in him. When he took Jacob in his arms and saw him, so small and so fragile, he was certain that he would do anything in the world to protect him.

And from that moment he knew that he wouldn’t be like his father, that he could die for those two babies if necessary, and that he would take care of filling them with all the love that existed in his body.

He couldn't help crying inconsolably and he even apologized to you for behaving like that after all the hours you had to go into labor, but you didn't care at all because that was also the moment you realized that he would make a wonderful father, as well as a kind and understanding husband. It was everything you could wish for.

"Jake" Spencer exclaimed, when he noticed that his son stirred on the cloth "You're awake too, that's wonderful"

There was a trace of irony in his words, because he didn't even want to imagine what he would do if both babies began to cry, although luckily the boy was less sensitive and it was enough to rock the cradle a little for him to laugh.

Every time Spencer came home and found his little family, he felt very happy and lucky, with the memory of that lonely life as something far away. He had been happy before, of course, but now he really felt that he was coming home.

His mind wandered a little over the thought of what his children would look like once they grew up. He thought about when they would say their first words, take their first steps, when they would be old enough to beg him not to go to work and instead stay and watch cartoons with them. He imagined them playing, possibly Charlotte dressing him as a princess and Jacob as a superhero, he imagined them living with other children and even smiled when he thought at that age that why? becomes the children's favorite question.

And suddenly he, too, thought of all the evil they would have to face. The last case the team had dealt with was related to the kidnapping of babies and Spencer honestly had to take a moment to calm down just thinking that this could happen to one of his children. He now understood the frustration of the parents of the victims and the desire to make the criminal pay, but still he couldn't do anything but wait for justice to do its part. His children had inevitably become the main motivation for him to arrest all those criminals. He was going to build them a safe world, a better world where they could grow up in peace.

He got up to leave Charlotte in her crib, now that she was more asleep than awake, and heard Jacob complain from his place.

"Here I am, baby," he said immediately, reaching out to almost cover his little boy "I'm here with you."

Spencer didn't know what kind of fate awaited those two babies, but he wanted to help them fulfill their dreams and he hoped they would be even better than him and you: smarter, kinder, stronger. Still, he would be proud of whatever they became, and if they strayed, Spencer would help them get back on track.

He leaned down and kissed both of their foreheads, murmuring to them individually that if they were afraid of anything, Daddy would always be there to protect them. And that was a promise that he kept until the end of his days.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jason gideon #JJ #penelope garcía #david rossi #emily prentiss #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #dad!spencer reid

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rocorambles · 8 months

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Final Girl: Act I

Pairing: Daichi x Reader x Kuroo

Tags: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Consensual Drugging, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Daichi and Kuroo being grade A creeps

Summary: If only you hadn’t been so focused on intently staring at the ground in an attempt to avoid those piercing hazel eyes, maybe then you would have noticed the momentary smug cold gleam in those deceptively kind brown eyes as the two men exchange a glance.

Link to Final Girl: Act II

You are a complete moron. Torn between screaming and crying, you let out a strangled sound between the two as you furiously clench your fists around your now useless steering wheel. It’s almost laughable how cliche the situation you find yourself in is. You can even see the imaginary script in your head.

Scene: Girl in broken down car, cell phone out of battery, stuck in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road, torrential downpour

You’ve always rolled your eyes in annoyance at the dumb damsels in distress you’ve seen on screen, all in predicaments easily avoided if they had used a single ounce of common sense. And now here you are, just like them, all because you had stupidly scoffed at the numerous warnings about the inclement weather.

What harm could a little more rain than usual do? Apparently, a lot.

Weighing your options, a brick of disbelief and hysteria swells and sinks inside of you. There’s no way you can stay in this car. Even if you wait out the flash floods and stormy nightmare outside that looks to have no end in sight, you’ll still have a broken car and dead cell phone with no city or town anywhere near walking distance. You’ll need to venture out into the forests that surround you on either side in hopes of stumbling upon a cabin with kindhearted folks who’ll help you out.

It’s not a long shot that you’ll find some nearby residents. Despite this area being off the beaten track, you know there are plenty of people who’ve migrated here in search of a quieter and more remote life. You yourself had ventured out here for a long weekend solo getaway to rest and reset (the premise of this whole unfortunate scenario). But that doesn’t stop that same stereotypical script from playing in your head as you anxiously exit your car and delve into that intimidating expanse of greenery.

Scene: Girl walks into the woods, disappearing out of view from the road, only the stillness and silence of the forest left in her wake

You grimace as mud squelches under the weight of your steps, as floods of water stream down your face. Your one saving grace is that at least there’s still daylight to guide you, but even that is quickly dwindling as the sun continues to set. Anxiety laced with fear begins to claw at you as darkness begins to spread.

How long have you been searching? How far are you from your car? Do you even know where you are? Are you lost-

Your body stiffens in shock as your frantic eyes see a glow of light up ahead and your frenzied thoughts are cut short by adrenaline as your legs scramble forward before your brain can catch up, stumbling towards that literal ray of hope you see in the distance. Relief washes over you as the sight of a cabin becomes clearer the closer you get to your destination and primal instincts take a back seat as you slow down, cautiously assessing your surroundings.

It certainly doesn’t look like a murder house. In fact you’re almost in awe at how chic and charming the “cabin” in front of you is with its sleek black rustic yet modern structure nestled among a gorgeously curated landscape. The inhabitants certainly had taste and money, but you know better than to immediately equate to being “good”. Do you take the risk of ringing their doorbell?

Life makes that decision for you and your heart pounds in terror at the feeling of a hand grabbing your shoulder, head spinning to locate the source only to be locked in a staring contest with sharp hazel eyes.

“My, my. What do we have here? A little chick separated from her flock?”

You shudder as the low slow drawl of his words slither unpleasantly against you, an interested predatory lilt in every syllable. This was a mistake, you need to get out of here, run-

“Kuroo, what’s taking you so long- Who’s that with you?”

So distracted by the sudden stand-off, neither of you had noticed the cabin door opening or the approaching figure of the man now curiously observing the two of you.

Kind brown eyes worriedly look at you, a crease of concern furrowing between brows as the new stranger takes in your drenched state and before you can utter a word, a warm hand gently but firmly wraps around your wrist, leading you inside.

You know it’s foolish to let yourself so easily be swayed, but even if you were to run, you doubt you could outrun the two seemingly fit men. Not to mention how your gut is screaming that “brown eyes'' is a far safer option than the man whose hazel eyes are now staring in annoyance at the two of you, not unlike a cat whose prey has been snatched from him, as he glowers and trails behind you causing you to subconsciously hover close to your savior.

If only you hadn’t been so focused on intently staring at the ground in an attempt to avoid those piercing hazel eyes, maybe then you would have noticed the momentary smug cold gleam in those deceptively kind brown eyes as the two men exchange a glance.

Scene: Girl enters a stranger’s house

Daichi (brown eyes) and Kuroo (hazel eyes). You now have names to match with the faces. Childhood friends who had decided the hustle and bustle of city life wasn’t for them and had bought and renovated this property together. Freshly showered in a set of Daichi’s spare t-shirt and shorts, basking in the warmth of the fireplace, stomach filled with a delicious meal cooked by the two men, a glass of red wine in your hands, you wonder what you were so scared of. Even Kuroo seems harmless, if infuriating, as Daichi and him teasingly bicker with each other about their mutual friends and shared memories they had growing up together.

The weather had knocked out most of the power in the area leaving you without wi-fi or a way for you to charge your phone and with the roads as flooded and inaccessible as they were, there was little hope of a tow truck being able to take care of your car anytime soon. But you don’t mind the idea of having to stay a few days longer in this cozy cabin if this is how you’ll be pampered. Taking another generous sip of the ruby red liquid in your glass, you wonder how you can repay the two men. Maybe you can help them cook tomorrow…

Scene: Girl accepts a drink from a stranger

Ever the gentleman, Daichi is there to catch you as your body goes limp.

Kuroo snorts at the chivalrous display, but it doesn’t stop him from eagerly drawing near as he follows the broader man who bridal carries you up the stairs to the guest bedroom.

There’s no need for how gentle Daichi handles your body as he lays you on soft sheets, not with the dosage Kuroo had slipped into your wine. But he’d always been more careful with his toys, unlike the man next to him who is practically clawing off your clothes, his long lean frame already pinning you beneath him.

He can’t really blame his companion though. How long had it been since the last warm body they’d shared? The last foolish prey who’d naively walked right into their trap? So he just patiently watches as Kuroo eagerly partakes of you, only making warning comments here and there when the taller man is close to leaving too many marks that won’t be easily explained tomorrow. And when he’s done, your essence dripping from his mouth, your nipples and clit perky and begging for more attention, trails of Kuroo’s cum littering your body, it’s Daichi’s turn and he carefully savors you, relishing in how sensitive and responsive your body is even if your mind is far, far away, blissfully ignorant of your current predicament.

Scene: Girl is taken advantage of.

You groan, head throbbing, the daylight sneaking through the curtains doing nothing to alleviate-

Wait, daylight?

Momentary panic sets in as your mind whirls to remember what had transpired, eyes taking in the strange room you’re occupying.

Had you…drank too much? But you could have sworn you only had a couple of glasses… Maybe it was just the exhaustion from the trying night you had?

Your thoughts are interrupted by knocking on your door and you instinctively tense up as a head of spiky black hair peeks out at you. Despite the questionable first encounter the two of you had, you had convinced yourself that it was just a misunderstanding, that Kuroo was just a little more crude and rough around the edges than the average person. After all, if someone as kind as Daichi was close to him, surely Kuroo couldn’t be so bad, right?

But now that it’s just the two of you again, no Daichi to act as a comforting barrier, apprehension freezes you as Kuroo ambles towards your vulnerable figure still tucked underneath bed sheets. You swear there’s hunger in those hazel eyes and you shudder under his gaze, feeling it rake across your body, shivering at how small you feel as he towers over you when he reaches you, his legs pressed against the bed frame, upper body teasingly leaning over you.

“Some water for Sleeping Beauty.”

Technically he’s not touching you, but that thought does nothing to comfort or protect you from the heat of his body or the vibrations of his words as he practically cocoons you, going out of his way to almost embrace you as he uses the act of carefully placing a glass of water on your side table as an excuse. But before you can even react, he’s already pulling away, a self-satisfied smirk splayed on his face.

“Prince Charming is making breakfast. Come down when you’re ready.”

As your thoughts race with the conviction that you need to do everything you can to escape this place, Kuroo hisses in satisfaction, calloused hand palming the growing bulge in his pants outside your closed door. Fuck, if only you knew how delectable you look, trembling, scared, at his mercy. He can still taste you on his tongue, his cock twitching as it remembers how perfectly your walls had wrapped around it. And he wants more.

Time to wrap this little play up.

End of Act 1.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere daichi #yandere daichi x reader #tw: rape #tw: somnophilia #tw: drugging #kuroo smut #daichi smut #haikyuu smut

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love at first sight

pairing: kenshi x reader synopsis: requested by this ask! notes: - reader is general neutral - first, thank you for requesting, it means a lot!! i wasn't sure how far i could take this since i could've written a whole story (ʘ‿ʘ) - requests are still open !!

-> He wasn’t aware of it at first. Well, at first, Kenshi assumes that his interest in you is simply a passing infatuation. When he arrived at the Wu Shi Academy, you stood by Liu Kang, seemingly. He didn’t think much of your presence, presuming you were a part of the Lin Kuei who had assisted the fire god back at Cage’s mansion. But it wasn’t until your first exchange that Kenshi realized you weren’t all like Lin Kuei. Your words expressed kindness and fare. It was something he rarely experienced. Kenshi encountered more rivals than allies in his time to restore his family’s honor. Trust was rarely an option. Even before meeting Johnny Cage and Liu Kang, he was wary. But it was the foreign ease and pride that your remarks had incited in his soul. “You’re an honorable man, Kenshi Takahashi. Earthrealm is lucky to have you,”

-> Your admiration is a constant later on. Training with the Shaolin monks ensured refinement in swordsmanship and control. And while he believes his endeavor for his clan is the reason for his improvements - it’s you who sparks them. Did he forget how content he becomes after your praise? His friends acknowledge this as well. How could they not notice your favoritism? Johnny noticeably is the one who constantly mocks him about it. With every conversation, he’s found ways to mention your name on the table. “Is it me? Or are you two always flirting?” Kenshi would continuously disregard his friend’s laughter as friendly mockery. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t think he sees you like that. Or it's because he's not good at handling relationships. Kenshi ponders about this often. -> Though he will never disregard the support you’ve given him. The swordsman never realized how significant your presence is against him - till a rare moment ensued while practicing with wooden dummies. The vicinity of the sanctuary was asleep, yet the night was still humming with life. In the dead of night, Kenshi thrives on precluded mediation and coordination. He finds himself becoming too focused and too obsessed. Practicing overnight can be done with ease. However, it’s your voice that clears his mind. It’s rare for you to visit Wu Shi Academy at this hour. Though, Kenshi does not delve into it and makes light conversation. Talking to you is like a breath of fresh air - providing solitude and solace to his body. It’s when you recollect his early training days that he senses his heart flutter. If that’s how he would describe it, the release of euphoria almost. It’s addictive, all but treacherous. That’s when he knew Johnny was right all along. How was he going to tell you now? [ you ] : forget about your past, kenshi. you are worth more than you know. [ kenshi ] : and i will hold onto that. [ johnny ] : so how's paradise? [ kenshi ] : (groans) it's not like that johnny.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mk1 x reader #mk x reader #mk #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi #kenshi x reader #did i do headcanons right #i rewrote this multiple times can u tell #we actually need more kenshi content #johnny is very a good friend i support

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doodle-pops · 9 months

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Of Heroism and Heart

Glorfindel x reader

A/N: I've never been one for writing the whole 'modern–day reader falling into Middle Earth stories', I always preferred to read them. So, I'm attempting my hand at this for the first time. It is a bit different from what is typically written. So, here's your Glorfi fic that won the poll.

Warnings: none, tooth-rotting fluff, Glorfindel has learned how to use his charisma.

Words: 1k

Synopsis: Talks of heroism and villainy become the new philosophical method of displaying one's charm.

“There’s a saying about villains and heroes where I’m from,” you began, your voice thoughtful and reflective. “It goes something like this: ‘A hero would sacrifice you to save the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you.’”

Swinging gently in the breeze, swaying side to side in your hammock, your elven Lord sat across from you, engrossed in the exchange of tales and sayings from your world. Each day seemed to bring a new layer of fascination as he delved into the intricacies of human culture and thought. He had never expected your arrival to kindle such curiosity and interest in his heart. Mortals were extraordinary beings, but your presence had illuminated new facets of their nature that he had yet to explore.

His gaze followed the motion of the potted celandines hanging above, his lips pursed in contemplation as your words settled into his mind. “Care to elaborate?” he inquired, his curiosity genuine.

Shouldering a casual shrug, accompanied by a half–formed smirk, you stretched languidly in the hammock, nestling further into its embrace. You playfully placed your small feet beside his torso. “It’s just one of those sayings people come up with, you know? Derived from observations about heroes and villains,” your tone conveyed a sense of ease, as if you were simply relaying common wisdom passed down to you. “Heroes are driven to save the world, which in turn saves their loved ones. However, sometimes, their loved ones end up perishing in the process of saving the world. On the other hand, villains prioritize protecting their loved ones before pursuing their goal, even if that means destroying the world.”

His brow furrowed as he mulled over your explanation, his expression a canvas of deep contemplation. With each piece of your interpretation, it was as if puzzle pieces were clicking into place within his mind, accompanied by mental light bulbs illuminating his understanding. His appearance resembled that of a bemused puppy, and you couldn’t help but toy with the idea of labelling him your “Golden Retriever,” a nickname he strangely seemed to embody.

“What specifically are you conveying here?” Glorfindel’s head tilted to the side, his gaze fixed on you with a tinge of displeasure. “Your words seem to imply that villains are superior to heroes, given their commitment to safeguarding their loved ones. I find myself in disagreement with that declaration.”

Laughter bubbled from your lips in response to his dissatisfaction, prompting you to sit upright and meet his gaze directly. “What it suggests is that when faced with a choice between saving the world or saving their beloved, a hero would typically choose the world, while a villain would opt for their loved one,” you clarified. “Heroes tend to be focused on overarching morality and the greater good, whereas villains are often more concerned with their personal connections. It’s a play on perspectives—what’s considered right or wrong isn’t always straightforward.”

Glorfindel blinked rapidly, his gaze unwavering as he sat upright to face you directly. His unruly golden locks, cascading like sun–kissed tendrils, framed his countenance like an ethereal halo. A soft blush warmed your cheeks despite the intellectual discourse at hand. It was easy to lose yourself in these conversations, and at times, it almost felt like he possessed an uncanny awareness of his own effect on you.

“I beg to differ,” he asserted firmly, a challenge evident in his voice. “I am regarded as a hero by many for my accomplishments, and I would never permit harm to befall either the world or my beloved. I would strive to safeguard both.”

Raising an eyebrow, you leaned in, your foreheads nearly touching as you met his steadfast gaze. “And how, might I ask, do you intend to accomplish such a feat, renowned Lord Balrog Slayer?”

Drawing even closer, his forehead pressed gently against yours, and he whispered with an air of triumph, “I would ensure your safety...for you are my world. Without you, the world would lose its meaning; you are the bane of my essence, my reason for existence, the very breath I inhale. There can be no world without you at my side, just as there can be no you without the world. As a hero, I would save my world, meleth–nîn. I cherish you deeply.”

A lump formed in your throat, a mixture of emotions leaving you momentarily speechless. The rising heat in your cheeks contrasted with the tears that shimmered in the corners of your eyes. The rush of emotions and the depth of his words left you with a heartwarming smile. Glorfindel’s eloquence had the power to move your soul and reshape your worldview. He effortlessly wove his sentiments into words that stirred your heart, offering you a love and life you had previously only encountered in fairytales. The dream of falling in love with Prince Charming had become a vivid reality ever since you had stumbled into Middle–earth and into his arms.

In the stillness that followed, he took advantage of the moment, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He placed soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks before hesitating, his lips hovering near yours. The anticipation hung in the air, drawing out the moment until his lips finally met yours in a fleeting, yet intense, kiss.

Pulling away, his lashes brushed against your skin as his lips traced playful patterns along your cheeks. “You’re quite the romantic, you know?” you giggled.

“If it means being right, then I shall embrace the role of the romantic for you, my beloved,” he murmured, a warmth of affection evident in his smile.

“Just ensure you tie your hair before rushing to save me, I don’t need another hair–pulling accident in this day and age.”

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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omgomgg 33, 37, 22 with sub loki x fem dom reader plss 😳 if that's okay with u... (maybe with hints of pegging 🙈)

Yaasss 😊 I hope you enjoy it anon! ❤️ (I’ve never written something like this before so if it’s trash, please do let me know 😂 and I apologise in advance)

#33: "Aw, you're out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?"

#37: "It's so big. How the hell are we gonna make that thing fit?"

#22: "When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your ass so hard you can't see straight."

Yet again Loki had purposely gone out of his way to undermine you not only in front of your colleagues but in front of the HYDRA members you were currently arresting during todays mission. Lokis blatant disrespect had caused them to snigger amongst themselves as you tried to ignore them, burning daggers with your eyes into the back of Lokis head. Once you both reached the base again, you wrote the names of the HYDRA members down, ready to leave the room before you paused in front of Loki. He looked down at you, jaw clenched defiantly as a small smile began to spread across your face remembering how this seemingly dominant man crumbled underneath you last night.

“What is it?” He finally asked, unable to maintain his hard exterior.

“When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your ass so hard you can't see straight.” You warned, causing him to gulp as you pushed past him, exiting the room. Once you were gone, he was quick to hide the tent that was springing in his trousers at your words. He was looking forward to coming home tonight.

The rest of the day passed torturously slowly for Loki as he kept glancing at the clock, eager to get home. That was your whole dynamic. In front of a crowd, Loki was assertive, commanding, a god, but alone, in the confines of the bedroom, he was far from pioneering, cowering as you fucked him, begging you for more as you teased him. Some may even describe him as cowardice, allowing a mere mortal woman to control him, to govern him but you were so much more than that. A god, no, but his god, wholeheartedly.

Once he was home, you were quick to rid him of his clothes as promised, allowing him to do the same to you as you gripped his shoulders, eyes on one another’s as he went down on you. This was how he liked it, kneeling before you as his tongue delved between your folds. He kept his eyes trained on yours, licking ardently as your legs began to shake before you almost collapsed but he steadied you, like he always would. After you had orgasmed at least twice, he was able to finally succumb to you, allow himself to truly be dominated.

He laid against the bed, eyes hooded as you stroked his cock. You grabbed the bottle of lube, Lokis favourite one, before slicking your fingers with it. Your lube coated fingers travelled lower, towards his taut hole before you circled it lightly causing Loki to melt further against the bed.

“Please.” He near whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please don’t tease me.” He rushed out. Your hand on his cock paused, tightening around the base whilst the slick digits of your other hand entered him. One finger, than another causing Loki to moan as a wicked grin spread across your face. “Fuckkk y/nn.”

“Feels good?”

“Really fuck really good.” He groaned. You resumed the movements of your hand on his cock, stroking him fast as you fingered his hole, Loki whimpering as you did so.

“Ready for me to fuck you?” You asked.

“Y-yess.” Loki answered.

“What?”

“Yes! Norns yes!” He replied.

“Okay baby.” You replied, removing your fingers before grabbing the new strap you ordered. Lokis eyes widened as he saw it.

“It's so big. How the hell are we gonna make that thing fit?” He gasped.

“You’re gonna take it like a good fucking slut.” You replied, securing it around yourself. “Hmm? What are you going to do?”

“Take it” Loki answered “like a slut.” He added.

“Good boy.” You smiled, spreading his thighs wider. You grabbed the lube again, squirting some on your hand before rubbing it over the dildo before it was slick enough to slip inside of him. “Relax for me okay.” You prompted, guiding the strap into his hole. “Good, just like that.” You cooed as he allowed you to enter him, filling him to the hilt as you let him adjust to the size. “I told you you could do it.” You smiled, rubbing his thigh soothingly before he nodded frantically, desperate for you to move. You pulled out before thrusting back inside, setting a slow pace as Loki moaned your name. You increased your pace, hand finding Lokis cock again before you fisted it. Loki bucked his hips, trying to match your thrusts as you fucked him mercilessly. Your name fell from his lips like a chant, a prayer. There was already precum beading around his tip before you spread it around, revelling in the fact that he was already so close. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yesss.” He whimpered, moments before he lost control, cum spurting from his tip onto his torso as he came. “Fuck, yes, fuck y/n.” He panted, ejaculating “so much, there’s so much.”

“Was that good baby? You liked that?” You teased, still stroking his cock.

“Y—yes.” He answered, still out of breath.

“Aw, you're out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?” You cooed.

“P-perfect.” He smiled, pulling you into a passionate kiss. His god, yes.

💘

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floralcyanide · 1 year

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 • 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫

Part Four (NSFW)

Roman Bridger x AFAB!Reader

The day Roman first laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and usually, he was good at reading people off the bat. But you were a different story. Naturally, you only opened up when necessary, not letting people in if you didn’t have a reason to. So you were guarded, and Roman didn’t like that. He wanted to worm his way into your life, no matter what it took.

If that took delving into his twisted past again in order to get to you, so be it.

AFAB - (assigned female at birth) someone who is born female but can identify with she/her or other pronouns. reader pronouns are gender neutral, so people who use any pronouns can read, but female anatomy will be used and described in this fanfiction eventually.

warnings: discussion of sex, innuendo, smut in the next chapter!

word count: 1860

author's note: hiii welcome to part 4!! I was gonna write smut for this chapter but I didn't want it to be too long, so it'll have to be the next one, sorry!! (; I hope you all enjoy, and if you do, please like and reblog <3

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“You have to wear something hot. Like one of your button-ups or maybe something form-fitting? Roman loves someone with confidence.”

“I’m not the most confident person, but he still asked me on a date. Also, how do you know what’s in my closet?”

“I sort of snooped in there while you were showering the other day. Sorry. I got bored, okay!”

You roll your eyes at Sage, trying to hide your laugh but failing.

She is currently assisting you on what to wear to your coffee date with Roman. After filming wrapped for the day, something came up, so he had to go somewhere instead of meeting you in the parking lot. You were thankful for this, so you could go home and actually prepare to look decent. You almost always showed up to set in sweats.

Having a friend who is a girl is a handful sometimes, but in a fashion situation, it has its perks. Sage definitely had a taste for fashion, whether it was for men, women, or something else. You ponder wearing one of your patterned button-ups. Hopefully, it won’t clash with whatever button-up Roman was likely going to wear because you’ve noticed that was most of his wardrobe.

Sage eyeballs your closet, sifting through it before snatching a red button-up with black and white designs on it, “Ooh, what about this one?”

You purse your lips, indecisively moving your head to the side, “I could always wear that with some jeans.”

“Good idea. In case of accidentally matching shirts with Roman, at least you won’t have to worry about matching his pants, too,” Sage giggles.

“True,” you scoff, checking your watch for the time.

You had about 15 minutes until the time Roman set to meet at the coffee house, so you had to hurry and get ready quickly. You and Sage had been fooling around a tad too long.

“Okay, take this,” Sage says, handing over the shirt, “And then these.”

You stare down at the black cargo pants and nod in approval. Sage smiles and gives you two thumbs-ups before you hurry to the bathroom to change and make your hair presentable.

After pulling the outfit on, you study yourself in the mirror. You’ve been wondering all day long why Roman would want to ask you out all day. Well, technically, it was for work, but still. You could’ve hung out at the studio or his office instead. But he chose to take you for coffee. What did he see in you that you didn’t see about yourself? Especially with the whole making you a primary cast member spiel. You didn’t talk to anyone you didn’t have to and often stayed out of the limelight. Also, being an extra was your forte. You liked being dramatic but not up front where everyone could see. However, being a big-time actor has crossed your mind before. This could be your chance to do something crazy and interesting in your life for once. Who knows.

You mess around with your hair and face for a few minutes until everything looks as perfect as possible to you. Walking out of the bathroom, Sage nods her head in approval.

“You look fabulous. Now go eat that man alive!”

You beat Roman to the coffee house.

You’re sitting in the back corner facing the direction of the door, nervously glancing up at it occasionally. You wish you had brought a book or something. But you hadn’t expected Roman to be nearly 20 minutes late by this point. You distract yourself by looking at the menu again, momentarily taking your eyes off the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. The higher-ups are long-winded when it comes to discussing certain things for the movie,” Roman sits in front of you with an apologetic sigh.

“You’re fine, I understand!” you smile, setting the menu down.

“So,” Roman returns your smile, “Decided on what you want yet?”

“I think just a regular coffee will do,” you nod.

“Same here. Hopefully, after the coffee, I’ll feel more up for discussing the script with you. I’m kind of beat right now,” Roman rubs his chin, staring at you.

“It’s whatever you’re okay with. I don’t mind just talking for now,” you say, much to Roman’s delight.

He asks you about your life, like where you’re originally from and why you’re here in Hollywood. After telling him where you’re from and him not having a clue as to where that was, you go on to why you’re in California.

“I’ve always been a fan of theater and how the whole process behind shows and movies works. I went to college for it, even. I learned I’m not the best at being in the spotlight, so I tried the next best thing, which was being a set extra,” you say.

Before Roman can answer, a waitress comes and takes your orders. Her eyes linger on Roman for a tad too long, you notice. You feel kind of awkward about it. You weren’t jealous, but sometimes you forget Roman has women and sometimes men flinging themselves at him. It’s just something you didn’t personally understand, as no one has ever made an effort to express interest in you.

“Someone thought you were cute,” you chuckle once the waitress is out of earshot.

“Not my type,” Roman dismisses quickly with a wave of his hand.

“Oh really?” you play with a button by the collar of your shirt, “What is your type then, if you don’t mind me asking? She was pretty.”

“I like people who are confident in themselves, but to a degree where they aren’t snobby about it. Someone who is intelligent and knows what they want in numerous ways.”

“Knows what they want, huh? Elaborate on that,” you say, quieting your voice when the waitress returns with your coffee.

You and Roman thank the waitress, and you look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles once she’s far away.

“Well,” Roman clears his throat, picking up his cup, “About anything, really. Their career, their goals, what they desire in a relationship, sex, whatever.”

You raise your eyebrows in slight surprise, “All good points. Ever meet anyone with all of those qualities?”

“I was with someone for a few years, but they were confident in everything except the last one. Which became a problem towards the end,” Roman sips his coffee.

“Oh,” you purse your lips, “That’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah. Which is funny because they ended up cheating on me.”

“Damn,” you say around the cup of coffee, “Sorry about that. I relate somewhat.”

“The cheating part or the confidence in sex?” Roman smirks.

“Definitely not the sex part,” you feel your face burn in slight embarrassment, “But I have been cheated on before. It’s no fun.”

“Why would anyone cheat on someone like you? You’re,” Roman pauses, letting his eyes wander up every inch of your body that was available, “Perfect.”

“Far from it, but I appreciate that,” you chuckle, scratching the back of your neck.

“No, really. You’re a great person, and I’d love to get to know you better. Who knows, maybe I’ll find out just how confident you are sometime,” Roman gives you a suggestive smile before taking a drink.

“Oh really?” your face burns again, “And how do you plan on doing that, Roman?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I need to know more about you first,” he shrugs, sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Like what?” you lean forward, resting your head on your fists with your elbows on the table.

“Hmm,” Roman pretends to think hard before leaning forward on the table, resting on his arms, “Biggest turn-on?”

A part of you is wondering how the conversation came to this and whether or not it’s appropriate. Still, at the same time, your crush on Roman is making your brain fuzzy. Even more so with the question he just asked. You almost hesitate to answer, but after all, why not?

“Probably dirty talk. If you’re confident enough to tell me everything you want to do to me, then I believe you’ll do it, and that’s attractive to me,” you say, eyes darting around as casually as possible because you can’t really look Roman in the eyes right now.

“Understandable. I enjoy describing every step to whoever I’m pleasing and watching them get flustered,” Roman says.

“Ah,” your eyes avert to his finally, “Is that your biggest turn-on, too?”

“No. Mine is when someone lets me do whatever I want to them,” Roman relaxes into the chair again, sipping his coffee.

“Oh,” you raise your eyebrows, “And what things would that include?”

Your stomach is bursting with butterflies, your mind racing and wandering to a very suggestive place you haven’t visited in quite some time.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Y/N,” Roman smirks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Yes,” you say confidently, “I would, actually. I’m curious.”

“Curious or needy? I feel like your imagination would do cartwheels with what I tell you.”

You gulp, involuntarily pressing your legs together, “Well, we’ve come this far into the conversation. You asked me, so now I get to ask you.”

“Whatever you say,” Roman chuckles, “I like teasing my partners relentlessly,” he lowers his voice, leaning closer to you, “Until they can’t take it anymore. Then, I start slow and build up gradually. I’ll go until they’re a withering, wet mess. Even after they cum, I’ll continue until I’m satisfied.”

You slowly inhale, trying to keep your best poker face on, “Interesting. You seem like the type to want to be in control.”

You and Roman are now inches apart, eyes locked, and tension thicker than before.

“Would you like to find out, sweetheart?” Roman moves his hand up slowly, running his index finger from your collarbone to underneath your chin, where he lifts it up.

Your eyes widen slightly, “Um, wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

“No, besides, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you say quietly.

“It’s gotta be an explicit ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”

You take a deep breath before letting it out slowly, “Yes.”

Your brain is foggy with lust as Roman stands up from the table, slapping down cash on it before offering his hand out to you. You take his hand, standing up and trying not to let your legs wobble. Roman says his condo is about 5 minutes away, walking you to his flashy car. God, you can’t believe you’re doing this right now. Sage was going to ask a million questions. You climb into the car, buckling up as Roman does the same while he starts the car. He rests a hand on your thigh as he drives, causing warmth to spread to your stomach. You can’t help but get lost in your thoughts, imagining what Roman would do to you. You spend the whole car ride in silence.

By the time you arrive at Roman’s, you can feel how wet you’ve become just from your imagination doing “cartwheels,” as Roman put it.

But here, in the next few minutes, you won’t have to imagine anymore.

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redvelvetnat · 2 years

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room temperature peaches

drummer!kate bishop x wife!reader

summary : your wife accidentally leaked your sex tape to the world, but it’s hard to be mad at her for it when she’s so far away and you both look so damn good in it.

disclaimer : 18+, strong language, sex tape, smut, strap-on mention, phone sex, dirty talk (praise + degradation + pet names), masturbation

author’s note : not the longest but i miss kate so much, i need her on my screen. i didn’t proofread this but, then again, i never do. really just posting this so you all can see i’m still alive. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!! comments and reblogs appreciated <3

“You like it when I fuck you like this, baby?”

There wasn’t a word you could think of to describe how embarrassed you felt, watching the internet blown to smithereens over your sex tape. Somehow, between the crude sounds that leak from your speakers and Kate’s bated breath on the other end of the phone, you didn’t have anything to say.

“I was trying to send it to you.” She mumbles sheepishly and follows it up with a breathy, “Wrong button, I guess.” You can hear the hint of a chuckle buried in her tone and it only makes your eyebrows knit.

Your fingers probe frustratedly at your temples, “Kate, this is not fucking funny. The whole goddamn world has seen me naked, now.” You hiss, slumping into the satin sheets of your half-empty bed. The light of your phone is the only thing that illuminates the dark bedroom.

“Oh, please,” she can’t help but huff with a laugh, “there are magazine covers that did that long before this video got out.” You don’t bother to scold her, it’s hard to when she’s partially correct. “And, if it makes you feel better, I’m naked too.”

“It doesn’t.”

She laughs again, having fully prepared herself to take the blunt-end of your anger. “But you do look incredibly fucking sexy, babe.” Kate Bishop is nothing if not a sweet talker. The woman is a walking wet dream and she uses it to her own advantage, especially when it keeps her out of your wrath.

You remember the night she took the video, using some teenage-boy bullshit excuse about her ‘spank bank’ and those pleading brown eyes she always seemed to lure you in with. It was hard for you to say no to her, sitting stage-side and watching as she took apart her drum-set with the thick layer of sweat still coating her skin.

Both ends of the phone are silent for a moment, only the sound of the video continuing on remains and you can’t be bothered to stop it. “Kate?” You question exhaustedly without any of the anger-fueled energy you had before.

Besides the muffled video echoing from her own laptop, you can’t hear much from her end of the line. It’s only after a few beats that she speaks, “I miss your pussy.” It’s gentle, like an admission - too casual for something so filthy, you almost think you heard her wrong.

The rasp in her voice makes your stomach flutter, and if you weren’t so used to Kate being the way that she is, the admission might have caught you off guard. You almost forget to expel the breath trapped in your chest.

“Are you watching it?”

You want to be able to deny her the satisfaction of you enjoying the video after she’s leaked it to the world but you’d be lying to say your eyes hadn’t drifted to your phone screen.

You watch as she parts, reluctantly, from between your thighs and kisses a trail through the dip in your ribs until she can take a hardened nipple into her mouth. The makeshift pillow she’d created out of her jeans cradles your head as it lulls back in bliss.

“Kate,” You breathe, thighs tightening around nothing. “I need you so bad.”

“I know baby, I know.” She rasps, “Why don’t you touch yourself for me?”

You’re more than happy to oblige her. When you kick off the sheets, the thin cotton underwear goes with it. Your touch is light at first, teasing down your skin until your can delve two icy fingers between your soaked folds. You shudder, a soft sound underneath your breath.

“I bet that pretty pussy is so fucking wet for me. I can’t wait to make her purr when I get back.” You should know by now what it sounds like when she’s touching herself and she definitely is. “I’d love to just dip my fingers in that perfect fucking hole and hear you sing for it.”

Your fingers fail in comparison to Kate’s but, still, you hump them as if your life depends on it. The video still plays, you can hear the way she grunts and moans when she finally sinks the head of her strap into you. The harsh stage-lighting illuminates the sharp curve of her jaw as she dips it into the crook of your neck.

“You take me so fucking well, buttercup.” She repeats in time with her video self as if she knows it by heart - if you know anything about Kate’s sex drive, she probably has watched it enough to memorize. Her face screws up in pleasure, you watch, as the toy disappears inside you.

You can practically feel it now, every detail down to the thick veins that decorate its purple shaft. The moan that rips from your chest and out your open mouth is genuine, months of unattainable pleasure built up in your tensed muscles.

“Fuck.” She groans, rather loudly, “Do that again. Moan for me again, baby.” She sounds just as desperate as you must look.

You oblige her once more, a string of uncensored curses falling from your drying lips. You can hear her grunting, the sound of your wife pleasuring herself is nearly enough to send you over the edge on its own. The thumb against your clit helps, generous circles around the nerves that light your body on fire in the most delicious way.

“I just want to watch you cum.” She whines, spoiled as ever and entirely too desperate to care about how needy she might sound.

This was the side of Kate that you adored. Sure, it was fun to entertain the toughened-up rockstar projection of herself but you had fallen in love with the Kate that didn’t care what she looked like to other people or how strong her walls held up. It was sexy in a different way.

You manage a half-hearted laugh between moans, “So watch.” You quip, holding your eyes open enough to see the video that plays unending on your phone. “Watch how you make me cum, Katie.” You coo.

You know it’s the nickname that sends her over the edge and combining it in time with the visual of you falling apart underneath her had been your greatest play yet.

It’s not too different from your own experience. Seeing the way her hips sputter as she watches you cum warms the pit in your stomach. The sounds that bounce off the walls of the empty concert hall match the ones that echo from the other end of the phone and the whimpers that climb their way up your throat.

“Kate!” Her name unhitches from your throat and into the silent air. She listens, hearing the unabridged moans falling, one after the other, from your lips.

You don’t have to imagine kissing her then, you can see yourself spilling the sounds of your orgasm into her mouth as she tongues past your lips with her nails sunk into both sides of your sputtering hips. “That’s it, baby. So good for me, buttercup.” She eases you down slowly.

Kate pants on the other end of the phone, waiting with patience for your high to fade. “See what you do to me?” She questions, still out of breath.

You roll your eyes, “Get that video off the internet or I’m canceling my flight to come see you.” You warn, finally closing the tab and relishing in the blissful lack of noise.

“Oh, please, you’ll come - if only for the orgasms.”

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analogwriting · 4 months

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 16: Titanium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3k a/n: *shoves more lyrics down your throat unbeknownst to you* i literally just kept adding more and more which is why this ended up getting separated into two next

You woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Your heart was thumping in your ears and your head was spinning. You looked around, your eyes adjusting to the darkness for a moment. Where were you? What was going on?

A soft snore came from beside you and someone shifted. You looked, eyes still adjusting. Dive’s small form slowly came into view and your panic slowly started to calm down as the events came back into your mind. You looked across the room, seeing Quincy’s sleeping form as well. You let out a small sigh, putting a hand to your chest.

You slowly slipped out of the bed, deciding you needed a nice cold glass of water. Without waking the smaller figure sleeping next to you, you headed out of the room and slowly made your way to the kitchen. It seemed everyone was asleep now. You were sure the events of battle wore everyone out. The different snores coming from various parts of the ship were oddly calming to you.

One ice cold water later, your head was no longer pulsating and your heart wasn’t trying to escape your chest anymore either. You sighed, putting your hands on the counter and closing your eyes as you took a deep breath.

Your thoughts began to run. Mostly about Myra. What do you do? What do you say? Can you move on? Can you let go before you lose your mind over this whole thing?

“Nightmare?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as you heard someone speak. You turned around. “Killi, you fucking scared the shit out of me and - oh the migraine is back,” you grumbled, pressing your hands to your temples and trying to massage them.

“Sorry.” He leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest and you looked over at him. Fuck, he really did get bigger, didn’t he? He was almost twice the size he was when you saw him last. Like a brick wall. You swallowed hard, looking away. “What are you doing awake?”

“Night watch.”

“Right.”

“How’s that head injury?” You removed your hands from your head. “I wasn’t really able to give proper care. Let me look at it.” He seemed to stiffen at the mention of it.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he mumbled. You blinked, your eyebrows furrowing. “Uncomfortable?” What the hell did he mean by that? What would make yo- oh. Right. Your face softened and you pulled out a chair from the table.

“Sit.”

You watch as he sighs, giving in to you. He walks over, sitting in the chair, but not removing his helmet quite yet. You reached out to remove it when he gently took your arm. His hand ran along the cut he’d given you a few days ago, sending a shiver down your spine. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop whatever noise was threatening to come out.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

Your own face softened further, even if it was absolutely on fire right now. “It’s not your fault - you didn’t know.” He was silent, just looking at your wound. It wouldn’t leave that much of a scar, it just looked worse than it was. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears, you were almost certain that Killer would be able to hear it too. There was something that was so intimate about this moment…

You moved again, removing his helmet. When you were met with that ghastly smile, you couldn’t help but be angry. “So, what happened?” You pinned his hair back to get a good look at his head wound, beginning to clean it up and, as always, his hands were on your hips. With as naturally as he did that, you were starting to wonder if it was comforting to him. Though, that would be absurd. You were just delving into your fantasies apparently.

He told you what happened. How he was offered to eat an imitation devil fruit in false hopes to save Eustass. It turned out to be a defective one, contorting and twisting his face into what it was now. Though, you couldn’t help but be stuck on the fact that it was a scientifically engineered devil fruit. Surely that meant that you could reverse it, right?

You were quiet as he talked about it, your heart only aching for him. His unwavering loyalty was something you always admired about him. It made sense why he was your brother’s best friend and why your brother placed so much trust in him. You made a mental note to talk to Eustass in the morning as a plan started to hatch in your brain. You knew he wasn’t going to be happy with it.

You started stitching him up. How many head injuries was this at this point? Too many, that was for sure. What good was a helmet if this happened anyway?

“You fought good out there, you know.”

“Huh?” You looked down at him. Fight? You didn’t fight - oh, right. You did fight him. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You were kicking my ass.”

“I don’t know about that. You held pretty well. I wasn’t even holding back in the slightest…” Though, you could tell the tone in his voice clearly. He was still blaming himself. You wished he wouldn’t do that.

You finished up your stitching, setting things to the side. You placed your hand under his chin, lifting his face so he had to look at you. “Do not blame yourself, got it?” You glared at him and he was quiet for a moment. Then the laughter started up. It wasn’t reaching his eyes though, just as the smile didn’t. It seemed that no matter what emotion he wanted to display, the laughter would always come. You supposed that’s why it was called a SMILE fruit. No negative emotions allowed.

You frowned, feeling him gripping you tighter. That’s when you noticed the tears that lined his eyes. Your heart sank and you slowly wrapped your arms around him, holding him. He ended up wrapping his arms around your middle, burying his face in your stomach as he ‘laughed’. Despite this ‘laughter’, you know it was far from how he was really feeling. This was the absolute worst. Why the hell would someone do something like this?

You felt angry tears sting your eyes but you held them back. There had to be a way to reverse this. Killer had mentioned that it happened to a whole village, right? You knew what you needed to do, you just needed Eustass to agree with you. That was a whole fight in itself but…if it had to do with Killer, he might be willing. He was an important member to the crew and overall important to you and your brother.

After a while, Killer calmed down, but he kept his hold on you as you did the same. You’d stay like that for as long as he needed. You could only imagine just how long he’d been holding everything in. You knew he was probably trying to stay strong for his captain, knowing that Eustass probably blamed himself for what happened to him.

He finally pulled away, mumbling an apology and you rolled your eyes. “I should kick your ass for apologizing,” you mused. A soft expression spread across your features. “Sometimes, it feels like you’re falling and you’re just waiting for the ground, but,” your voice matched the soft expression of your face, “if you can hold on, just for a little while, I promise everything will be fine.”

A confused look appeared in his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something and you shook your head. “You’ve made it this far, yeah?” You smiled wide at him and he just looked at you, but let it be. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss to his forehead before letting his hair back down. You noticed his face turning red, but you assumed it was just from all the crying from earlier.

“Now, you get some sleep. I’ll take over nightwatch.”

“No, you need re-”

“Ah, don’t argue with me. I got it. Get some sleep.” You smiled at him and he sighed, giving in. You knew that he was probably exhausted after unleashing all that emotion. He took his helmet, putting it back on. You watched him leave before turning back to wash your glass. You were about to leave when you noticed something on the table.

Your eyes widened as you snatched it up. The photograph! You had completely forgotten all about that. You looked at it, your face immediately going red.

Why the hell did he have a photograph of you? It was an older picture. You were patching up someone, but they seemed to be cut out of the picture. You were laughing at something. You couldn’t even recall this photo being taken let alone what conversation could’ve been going on. Did he have photographs of the five of you? How many did he have stuffed in his helmet? Maybe he had the whole crew? Your mind was spinning with questions, but you left it for now, putting it back down on the table.

There was no way you were the crush, right? Right?

The next morning, you made your way to Eustass’ workshop. You burst in, demanding an audience. He grumbled, glaring at you. “Bigs, the sun is barely in the sky, why the fuck are you so loud?” He seemed to be working on something or another.

“Says the literal loudmouth.” You snorted, walking over to throw open the curtains, earning more curses from Eustass as he shielded his eyes and flipped you off. You just laughed, closing the door and locking it. The moment the door locked, your happy expression changed.

“We need to talk.” Your demeanor completely changed and your face fell to a more serious one. Eustass just looked at you with a blank expression. “Uh, is everything okay?”

“Obviously not. We have a problem.”

Your brother just stares at you for a moment. “Well? Are you going to fucking elaborate?”

“I’m staying.”

His eyes widened and he shook his head. “Absolutely the fuck not.”

“Oh, you don’t get a say in this big boy.” You put your hands on your hips, glaring at him. Even if Eustass threw the biggest tantrum, you weren’t going to change your mind in this.

“Why the hell do you want to stay anyway? What is there for us here?”

“I’m going to find a way to reverse the effects of the SMILE fruit.” Just the mention of it stopped Eustass in his tracks. He stared at you for a long moment before he was finally able to speak. “What?” His voice went small.

“Killer mentioned it was scientifically engineered. And who is a fucking scientist? Yours truly.” You gave an ostentatious bow before sighing and folding your arms. “I want to see if I can help. If I can save him from all that pain.” You remembered him mentioning that he was in constant pain with his face being contorted in such a way.

“Do…you think you can do it?”

“I’m honestly not sure, but I’m going to try everything within my power to do so.”

The both of you were quiet for a moment as Eustass mulled over the pros and cons. “But you can’t fucking breathe a word to him.” He blinked, tilting his head to the side. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to get his hopes up. I…can’t let him down like that.”

“But you’re fine with letting me down?” He was just being a smartass now.

“I’ll be let down too, so we’ll suffer together.” You smirked at him. He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Siblings in everything, I guess.”

“I mean, both of us already only have one good arm.” That made him burst into laughter. It was true. It was something you almost still couldn’t believe. What were the odds? After a moment, he asked another question, changing the tone back into a more serious one. “Why not just try to research it here on the ship?”

“Well, all the leftovers and such are still in Wano. Besides, I need to be able to work with people that have been affected, you know? The more people that I can run tests on, the better.”

“You’re fucking insane.” He scoffed, but a small grin was on his face. After all, Eustass was batshit crazy, too, and he had to get it from someone.

“If it works out, they’ll be cured too.”

“They’re not your guinea pigs.”

“Gotta do what I gotta do for the greater good and all that. Besides, I won’t force anyone.” You shrugged.

“What if no one volunteers?”

“I think you forget that I’m very persuasive when I need to be.” A shiteating grin spread across your face and Eustass laughed again. “Batshit insane.”

“So, agreed then?”

“Fine.”

“We can just tell everyone I’m going to fuck up Myra or something.”

“Speaking of, how are you feeling about everything?”

You shrugged, shaking your head. “Satisfaction was supposed to come and ease my heart but…” You sighed, shaking your head again.

“What are you going to do about Myra?”

“Nothing.”

The look on Eustass’ face made you laugh. “I know what you’re thinking and…” You sighed, folding your arms and shaking your head. “She brought me back here, did she not?” You looked at him, tilting your head to the side. “She sent me here to be reunited with you. She clearly felt some kind of guilt.”

You sighed. “I also don’t want to rob Lily of her mother. She’s all that child has.” A deep frown settled on your face. “Besides, not even worth the time. I don’t plan on ever going back to that place. Too much effort.” You stretched and stood up straight once more.

“Here, take this.” Your eyebrows furrowed as Eustass offered you a small piece of paper. “Uh?” You took it in your hands, realizing quickly what it was. “Oh, your vivre card? When did that happen?”

“While you were gone - anyway. Now you have a way to find me after you’re done.”

“And if I end up not being able to do it?”

“You will.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he just grinned. “You’re my Bigs, you can do anything. Now, let’s get some breakfast - I’m famished.” You just watched him leave with wide eyes. He could be so fucking sweet sometimes, but you still wanted to wring his neck.

“What do you mean you’re staying?” Dive chimed as Eustass finished breaking the news to the crew. She looked at you with a large frown on her face and your heart almost broke in two. You rubbed the back of your neck.

“Well, I just have some things to wrap up here. I gotta go kick Myra’s ass n’ all.” You let out a nervous laugh.

“Shouldn’t we go and provide backup?” Gig asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Are you saying that Bigs can’t fuckin’ handle themselves?” Eustass said, narrowing his eyes at Gig, whose own eyes widened. “N-No, captain!”

“That’s what I thought.” Eustass looked at everyone who seemed rather bummed you were leaving them again. You frowned, sighing. “It won’t be as long as last time. I’m sure I’ll rejoin the lot of you in no time, yeah?”

That put some hope on their faces.

“Now, let’s get ready. It’s about time to set sail,” Eustass commanded and everyone followed suit.

You turned, heading towards your lab to pack up some things. You didn’t have much left here, but you figured you could look through and see what you might need.

“So, are you going to tell me the real reason you’re staying?” You jumped, once again, as you heard Killer from the doorway. You turned, glaring at him. “Don’t do that. You’re going to end up giving me a heart attack.” You pressed a hand to your chest, trying to still your beating heart.

He laughed. While it was intended to be an actual laugh, that haunting reverb was still in it. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your desk. “You’re impossible,” you grumbled.

“Are you going to answer my question though?”

You paused, looking at him with a pained expression. “Please…don’t make me answer that.” Your own voice was quiet.

You could feel the confusion coming off of Killer. “Why not?”

“Because I can’t stand lying to you.” You looked at him. You couldn’t tell him what you were doing. You didn’t want to give him any kind of false hope.

You tensed as he started walking towards you, feeling panic rise in your chest. You were trying your best to keep it together. It wasn’t long before you couldn’t back away anymore, trapped between your desk and the hunk of a man before you. “What could you possibly be doing that you can’t even tell me?” You looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to answer him. What the hell were you even supposed to say to that?

Killer sighed and shook his head. “I said it before and I meant it. I will never make you do anything you don’t want to so-” He stepped back, heading to the door. “Just do whatever it is you have to do. And quickly. I-” He paused, correcting himself. “We’ve missed you far too much to have you gone again.” With that, he left, leaving you absolutely speechless.

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Prove It To Me ~Jin Grandet x Reader

Heheheheheh I got to get you back Mo!! >:3 @xxsycamore I do so very much hope you enjoy your FWB Jin times although I won't lie, I have never written friends with benefits or really any smut with no underlying romantic feelings, so this was a fun challenge for me! Thank you @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen for hosting!

Jin Grandet x Reader (FWB) Genre: Smut | Explicit Content | NSFW | MDNI WC: 2.1k CW: Dry humping, nipple play, fingering, PIV, hand job, oral (male receiving)

“Jin, look,” you whisper, tapping your friend’s broad chest and nodding toward a couple seated at a table against the far wall of the tavern. They had their chairs pulled close together, nearly tucked in a corner with how close their bodies were. You could see their lips working desperately against each other.

“That guy has no idea what his doing,” Jin chuckled, taking a long gulp of his drink. Going to this tavern and watching people had become something of a tradition that you and Jin shared. You would get your drinks and sit back and make comments about what you thought people were thinking or pointing out amusing situations.

The couple, clearly drunk, were clumsily making out with each other, not so subtle gasps and wet smacking sounds leaving nothing to the imagination.

“What makes you say that?” you giggle, throwing Jin a questioning stare.

“Look at his hands and the way his face is all scrunched up in concentration. He clearly doesn’t feel confident, so he isn’t relaxed and it’s making the whole thing awkward.”

Jin’s explanation is followed by him finishing off the last of his drink, turning to you and letting out an amused chuckle, “I could teach that kid a thing or two about how to kiss a woman.”

“Oh, really? Well then, Mr. Expert kisser, why don’t you prove that you’re not all talk,” you taunt, jutting your chin up toward him challengingly. Jin rolls his eyes and the next thing you know you feel his fingers curl around your chin and his mouth is on yours.

Shock at the sudden kiss is soon melted away with how slow and sensually his lips move against yours, the taste of his ale mingling with the deep, rich taste of his tongue as it prods at the entrance of your mouth.

You let out an unintentional sigh as his other hand moves to cup your face and deepen the kiss, Jin taking full advantage of the moment to let his tongue delve further. His taste is intoxicating, and you find yourself clinging to his arms.

Just as quickly as he had started, it seems, Jin pulls away, flashing you a cocky smirk.

“Alright, dear judge, how’d I do? Can I keep my title of Mr. Expert kisser?” He breathes, his warm breath hitting your lips and stirring something in the pit of your stomach.

“Hmm, I don’t know… might need a bit more to be sure,” you murmur, letting your base instincts take over. The liquor you’d been drinking had started to go to your head and you felt pleasantly warm and relaxed.

Ordinarily you’d never think of taunting Jin like this. You knew your dear friend better than almost anyone else and knew he had a hard time keeping his libido in check at times. But for some reason today you’re feeling daring. You’re tempted to see just how far you can push him since neither of you feels any sense of romantic attraction to the other. Will his rational side kick in and put a stop to this or would he take advantage of the potential for some late-night fun?

“Well, the setting is just as important to good kissing as the lips doing the kissing. Having some privacy helps make it feel even better, hands can caress and grope without hesitation. Any good kiss involves so much more than just lips against lips, after all,” Jin shrugged. “If you’re still not sure if I have sufficiently earned my title, I’m happy to show you more. I’ve got a room at the inn down the road for the night… we can always let you test me there.”

His laughter is contagious but it does nothing to quell the growing heat rising through your body and you shift your chair back and get to your feet.

“Yeah, why not. I gotta make sure you’re not giving yourself titles you don’t deserve,” you sigh, as though you hadn’t already concluded that he was, in fact, an expert kisser.

It seems to happen in an instant, one moment you’re at the tavern and the next you’re here, straddling Jin’s lap as you twine your tongue with his. The drinks you shared at the tavern have definitely given you the added boost to push through the awkwardness of kissing your best friend. But as his hands caress your back, one slipping under your ass and squeezing while the other holds your head steady, you find yourself craving more. You scoot yourself forward slightly, allowing your crotch to press against his and you feel a tantalizingly stiff resistance.

You let a soft moan rise from your throat, pressing down against his erection and rolling your hips ever so slightly, the friction providing an almost dizzying pleasure.

“Ah, shit… you gotta stop, I’ve had a lot to drink tonight. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back if you keep going. This was supposed to be a demonstration of my kissing skills, y’know,” Jin groans, pulling his face back from yours and slipping your body back down his legs enough to separate the intimate contact.

“Well, I say you’ve earned the title, and now I wanna test your other skills,” you whisper, slipping a hand down and sliding it up his leg, watching with glee as his deep maroon eyes widen and his nostrils flare.

Jin runs a hand through his hair and lets out a sigh.

“You sure you wanna do this? You do know I don’t really feel that way about you, right? This would just be for some fun. I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Jin, come on. You know me well enough by now to know that this is just some fun between friends. Why can’t friends help each other feel good every once in a while?” You breathe, rubbing your hand over the bulge in his trousers.

“Shit, I’m sold.”

Jin’s growl is the last thing you hear before your world spins and he tosses you down on the bed, his large body covering yours as he begins to press kisses to your jaw and throat. The heat of his breath on your skin sends a delicious tingle through your body and you feel Jin’s body settle into the valley between your legs. His hips begin moving, both of you still fully clothed, but the friction is exactly what both of you need right now.

His movements become rougher and more aggressive as you slip your fingers into his hair and tug. You hardly register when your blouse falls from your shoulders, exposing your breasts before the ravenous man. He wastes absolutely no time grabbing one in hand and sucking deeply on the other.

“Y-you’ve done this a lot… haven’t you… shit,” you pant, trying to keep your head from surrendering to the pleasure. You’re not even sure how he’s able to push your body so close to the edge with the way his mouth and tongue work against your breasts but you end up pushing his head back, gasping.

“Fuck, Jin. Keep that up and I won’t last much longer!” Your voice is heady with lust and you take some time to slow your breathing before continuing, “Come on let’s just fuck already. I wanna see how good you are, since you brag so much about it.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice. My cock is aching to bury itself in a nice, warm pussy right now,” Jin grunts, rolling off to the side and stripping off all of his clothes while you shimmy out of the remainder of yours.

You can’t hold back a sharp gasp as he roughly slips two fingers into you, stroking your walls in just the right way to get you writhing, a wicked smile spread across his face.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna wait anymore. You good with a little bit of a stretch?” Jin hisses as one of your hands grips his arm in a tight hold.

“You’d better not be hyping up your—Fuck!” you groan. Jin hadn’t bothered to give you time to adjust, more intent on proving his point that he was going to be stretching you than easing it into you.

“Aah, yeah,” Jin grunts.

His hips begin to move, the sensation of his cock dragging against your wall sending sparks of electricity through your body. Damn he is good. You think to yourself, finally letting your mind sink into the pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut as Jin’s mouth and one hand once again find your breasts.

“Fuck, that feels really good,” you whimper, feeling your climax building more and more rapidly.

All you get in response is an animalistic grunt as Jin continues to suck at one of your nipples. You slip your fingers into his hair again pulling hard against it to bring his mouth up to yours once more.

With Jin thrusting into your pussy and your mouth simultaneously you feel reality slip from under you and your eyes roll back, fingers gripping relentlessly and your legs trembling as he fucks you through the orgasm.

Jin manages to turn his head and lets out a heavy breath.

“Shit I’m fucking close… I gotta stop.” He hisses, stilling himself and pulling out. You let out a small whine at the sudden emptiness but flicking your eyes open you see Jin’s hand wrapped around his cock, vigorously pumping up and down.

An idea for payback comes to mind. if he was going to slam into you with no prep, you had to get your revenge somehow.

You hop off of the mattress and slide between his legs. You push him backward and he lays back on his elbows, confusion very clearly written on his face.

You take his cock in your own, much smaller hand, and wrap your lips around him.

“Oh, fuck… I take it my title comes with…ngh… some perks?” He groans, eyes fixated on the way your head bobs up and down, your hand squeezing at his shaft and providing added pressure.

You bring your other hand up his thigh and begin toying gently with his balls, enjoying the satisfying strangled moan that he lets out.

“I’m gonna fuckin cum… If you don’t… haah… want it in your throat… let go now…” He rasps, clearly using all of his remaining restraint to hold himself back.

You let his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop, but continue to stroke him as you feel his balls tighten in your hand. Seconds later, hot white ropes of cum are shooting out over his chest and abs, leaving quite the mess and you find yourself smirking.

While he’s still recovering from his release, you get up, wiping off your mouth and lazily putting your clothes back on.

As you look into the mirror and begin fixing your hair you notice that Jin still hasn’t moved. You roll your eyes and scoop up his clothes, throwing them at him and he sits up with a start.

“C’mon get dressed. I’m hungry so we’re going to that restaurant with the really good steak.” You declare.

“Jeez, you’re impatient. Thought maybe gettin’ off might have helped but no, of course not.”

Jin’s hushed complaint doesn’t escape your ears and you shake your head.

“If you don’t hurry up, I’ll go myself and you can go find your own food,” you warn, leaning back against the wall by the door.

“Calm down, I’m almost done. Remind me to make sure you eat before you decide to ‘test my skills’,” Jin huffs, pulling his shirt over his broad shoulders.

“Oh, did you want me to test them again?” You laugh.

“I mean, it was pretty fun. I wouldn’t mind being tested again some time.”

“What happened to never fucking the same woman twice?”

“Eh, you’re not my type. If my skills hadn’t been called into question, I would have never had to prove myself like that. So, if I ever feel my abilities as a sexual partner are being doubted, I’ll have to fix it, won’t I?”

Staring each other in the eye for a few seconds, you both burst into laughter, making your way out of the inn.

“Alright Mr. Magic Dick, you seem so sure I’ll need to remind myself just how good you are in bed, but what happens if you’re the one who calls my skills out?”

“I will go a week without looking at any woman’s breasts,” Jin scoffs opening the door to the restaurant.

“Jin… I hate to tell you this… I think you would literally self-destruct if you didn’t look at tits for an entire week.”

“Then I guess I’ll need to make sure you don’t think I’m questioning your abilities then, won’t I?”

The remainder of the night is filled with the same familiar laughter and teasing as always, not to mention, some very delicious steak.

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