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baratiddyappreciator · 5 months

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Heyyy can I request the Baki cast with an s/o who once had an ass but lost it thanks to weight loss and now they feel super insecure about it?

Pls and thank youuuu (if you don’t want to then pls ignore me)

Of course! My pleasure to oblige!

Baki:

Once again, more of a chest guy, but once he finds out that you're insecure about your butt then he's going to do his best to get your confidence back up. So what if there's less there now? There's still enough for him to grab, and frankly, he thinks you're perfect just the way you are.

He'll hype you up every chance he gets. Are you wearing new pants? Oh he's going to do a double-take and tell you that your ass looks great in those.

He's still a really touchy guy, so if he walks past you he'll still grab your hips or give your butt a little smack. He's down bad for you, no matter what your features may be, because to him, you're perfect.

That being said, he is tragic with words, so at some point he might find an old picture of you and go "damn, you were so thick!" or something like that not realizing immediately that that might upset you.

Kozue:

She understands body insecurity, she used to be really insecure about her body herself, she sometimes catches herself thinking that she could be taller or curvier, or maybe her eyes could have been lighter or darker. But the second she hears that you're insecure because of something, that's it, she's stepping up.

You don't like how small your butt is? You're going with her to the gym after school to do some squats, get you a proper cake, and it has the added bonus of you two being able to spend time with Baki, who is generally a ray of sunshine.

She's going to hype you up as much as possible, lots of telling you that you're beautiful and perfect. Is that an excuse for her to grab your ass? No, but she'll use it as one. She means it in a playful and reaffirming way, of course.

Hanayama:

He doesn't get insecurity. I mean, yeah, he understands how some people wouldn't find him attractive because his scars, but is he insecure about them? No.

That being said, he gives very quiet reassurance. If you're upset or feeling down, he's there, and he's going to talk it out with you. By the end of it, you probably end up really emotional because he's trying to logic this out, and he just winds up confused as to why you're upset.

He's got money, so if you're open to the idea and think it would help with your own self-esteem, he's willing to pay for you to go get some work done. He wants you to be happy with yourself.

That being said, he's terrified to bring up the suggestion. He doesn't want you to take it the wrong way, but he doesn't want you being insecure and upset with yourself. He'll suggest other ways first, of course, but if you want results faster then he'll make the offer as gently as possible.

Chiharu:

Bruh fym you don't like your ass?? He LOVES your ass! It's an ass! Butts are great! As a matter of fact, let him give you a list of reasons why your butt is great and perfect and why you should let him see it all the time.

For real, he doesn't understand why you'd be insecure. It's not like your ass is concave, that's pretty hard to do (and definitely not healthy, your muscles are in a bad state if they're bending the opposite way bestie, he is worried then). You still have two buttcheeks, and those = ass. Ass is ass, and he loves yours.

He'll make jokes about his own ass being flat just to distract you from whatever sad train of thought you're on. We all know his ass isn't flat, none of these men have a flat ass, but the sheer absurdity of things that come out of his mouth is insanely distracting.

He'll still bite your ass if given the chance. No hesitation or remorse, he's feral, get him his rabies shots asap.

Katsumi:

He's very practical about how to solve the issue. He's on top of it, once you tell him you feel insecure he's off doing research on how to boost self esteem. At one point, he's dragging you along on his morning workouts, he has you pull cards from a positive affirmation jar, he helps you with a skincare routine, reminds you to drink more water, all of it.

He wants to help you feel more secure overall, not just about one particular thing, and he's got the resources to do so. He's going to use those resources. If he needs to call his mom and have her bring you some soup, he will, don't test him.

He doesn't really have any insecurities, Katsumi is a pretty confident man most of the time when it comes to his looks, he knows he's handsome, but he might open up about some of his deeper insecurities.

He wants you both to be able to improve on areas that you're insecure on, and he's confident that with your help, he can become a far more confident person.

Jack:

He gets body insecurity, honestly. He's proud of where he is, don't get him wrong, but he knows what it's like probably better than anyone else in this lineup, and sometimes he looks at himself and sees all of his flaws. Fortunately, when you mention your own, he knows what to do.

You wind up getting dragged to a mirror with him standing behind you, making you list out every flaw, and with every word about what you see wrong, he tells you three things he sees as beautiful. He will make you cry.

After he makes you ugly sob and ruin his sweater (he doesn't care, he can wash it, duh) he's going to start dragging you along with him to the gym. He can push it pretty hard, he knows that, but with you, it's about teaching you to gain confidence and learn healthier habits.

He's willing to take time out of his workout to help you. Trying a deadlift? He's telling you the proper form, demonstrating, coaching your form and then watching you do your first lift. Bench-pressing? He's your spotter, and he's incredibly attentive about it. He is behind you the entire time, and he wants you to know that.

Kosho:

He's really quiet the first time you tell him about your insecurity, and honestly, you'd be forgiven for thinking that he doesn't care. It's not until you finish talking and might start crying that he passes you a box of tissues, pulls you into a hug and starts talking about his own insecurities as well.

It turns into a mini-therapy session for the both of you. Sometimes all we need is to get our burdens off of our chests for a little while with someone who understands and we can trust.

He never used to have so many scars, especially the ones all over his face, and while he sees them as a badge of honor and a reminder of what can go wrong, they still change how he also views himself.

He'll make it a point for you both to say something nice about yourselves and each-other before you both turn in for the night. If he thinks you haven't said anything good about yourself, he's going to sit there and wait until you do.

Kureha:

He gets you a therapist right away. He deals with a lot all day, but he's also not able to help you delve into insecurity and address it in a healthy way. He does slip a bit into his professional self, where he'll sit up a bit straighter and use that one Calm Doctor tone.

He wants you to feel better, but he's good at healing bodies, not minds. He knows that you'll need support to get through your insecurities though, so he'll tone down the bitchiness a little bit. He knows when it's appropriate and when it isn't.

This being said, he's not afraid of being a complete jerk to get you mad at him instead of upset at yourself, even for a few minutes. He's very good at pissing people off, it's a natural talent of his.

He does take the time to appreciate every part of you. If there's an insecurity about one part, there's bound to be more about other parts, and he's going to make sure that you see yourself as perfectly as he does.

Retsu:

This man is like a warm hug coming in from the cold. He might not understand entirely, but he knows that you're not feeling well about yourself, and he'll do his best to help you feel as loved as possible. You're precious to him, and he wants you to feel good about yourself.

This man's cooking can fix *ANYTHING* I swear. You're crying about something? He made you soup, and now it's all better. Your eyes might be puffy from crying and your nose might be runny, but you have nice warm tasty soup and a blanket, your man is right there with you, telling you that everything is going to be okay.

Did I mention that this man, given the chance, could write poetry about how much he loves you? Yeah, no, this is one of the circumstances that he will do so and read it to you. It's the most flamboyant for of positive affirmation out there, but it's a good one.

If making you feel better involves worshiping you like the lovely person you are, he'll do so without any hesitation. You can rest easy feeling that he has an answer to every problem you might have.

Doppo:

He listens to your admission about not liking that part of yourself with a very serious and stern face, and then he gets up, grabs his coat and tells you to get ready and to come with him, that you're both going somewhere.

You might think that it's somewhere quiet and sweet, but no, he takes you to a funhouse with those mirrors that make everything look warped. He makes you stand in front of all of them so you two can see how silly you look, but then he makes you stand in front of a normal mirror, kisses your cheek and tells you how beautiful you look.

He tries his best to make you feel better in the goofiest, most dad-like way of them all. It might work, it might not, but he's not going to stop doing it either. Give him the chance and he'll keep doing it until you see what he's trying to do, and that is to help you understand that no matter how you see yourself, he can always see you, and he wants you to know that you're perfect.

He offers support and solutions, choosing one won't exclude the other, it's dependent on what you want and what you need to feel better.

Natsue:

This woman is a MOTHER. You tell her you're not feeling good about your body and she's on top of it. She's immediately reassuring you that that's normal, that everyone, at some point in time, doesn't like how they look in the mirror, and that you're not alone in that.

She'll try and help you come to terms with what you don't like about yourself. If it's a smaller butt than before you lost weight, she'll try and help you figure out what about that you don't like so you can figure out (together, because she's not making you do this alone) what steps you feel you need to take to feel better.

This is the kind of woman to hold your hand and tell you that you're stunning and she genuinely means it, it's obvious in the way that she holds you and looks at you, all of it.

Lots of reassuring touches, like squeezing your shoulders or holding your hand, even rubbing your back. She is here for you, just like she's there for her boys, even if they don't need the same as you do.

Shibukawa:

He's going to teach you to laugh about it. You may think "but that's not gonna help-" Au contraire, my dear reader! Laughing about your insecurities can be very healthy, because instead of making it a source of pain and discomfort, he teaches you to associate looking at yourself with joy and laughter.

Laughter itself just makes people feel a heck of a lot better, and he knows that all too well. Sometimes all we can do is laugh at something. Does it immediately help? No, not really, but time is both gentle and cruel, and you have a lot of time left to change and grow.

He'll tell you about how he used to hate how much smaller he was getting with age, how much he hated his greying hair and loosening skin, but now? This is one of the most confident men you will ever meet, because while it may suck to change, it means that you're still alive, and that's pretty good, all things considered!

He'll hold your hand every time he sees you staring at yourself in the mirror looking upset, because while he's trying to teach you to laugh and love the changes you'll go through, he knows that sometimes it pays to have someone by your side during the process.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #grappler baki #baki headcanons #baki hanma #hanayama kaoru #chiharu shiba #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi #natsue orochi #shibukawa gouki

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cowboyb1ues · 2 years

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birthday shenanigans

hello hello hello ladies!! hope you all enjoyed kt day as much as i did!! this isn’t the longest or the best but it’s here and she’s kinda cute!

A fic about celebrating Kieran’s birthday with your two daughters.

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader (3.7k)

18+ only!! if i catch minors reading i will block you!

The sunlight is being broken up by the white curtains dainty covering the big windows that are overlooking the rich and green backyard that was loitering with footballs, plastic buckets and shovels showing the crimes of the mysterious holes in the edge of the garden along with various dog toys laying around precariously.

The early birds are already out, soft singing and tweeting to be heard from the small crack that was always present in the summer, a small attempt at not overheating under the thin covers and your husband who tends to run as hot as a radiator.

You lay and steep in the small moments of silence that are rare in a household with a boisterous four-year-old and a one-year-old who have both inherited their daddy’s loud laugh. Your finger continues drawing small circles on the bare skin on Kieran’s ribs that were visible from the cover bunched up around his hips. His deep breath and occasional snores bring a small smile to your face, the familiarity of them from being together for so many years laying like a comforting blanket over your sleepy brain.

You move your head so your chin is resting on his chest, fighting the almost irresistible urge to kiss the constellation of freckles he has covering his skin, and gaze up at him. His face is soft, free of any of the lines and frowns that sometimes find their way on it after long and gruelling days. His hair is covering his forehead, the flat nature of it a stark contrast to the style he normally aims for.

You close your eyes again and lay your head back down so it rests on his chest and try to force sleep to overcome you once again. The gentle motion of your finger never stops and the singing of the birds continues as they enjoy the early summer morning. You subconsciously press a kiss to the skin under you and smile softly when you feel him shiver slightly under your phantom touch.

You feel the heaviness of sleep sink into your bones, a content sigh leaving your mouth at the prospect of getting even just mere minutes of more sleep before the thunderbolts of the household are up and at it.

“Why are you awake already?” a sleepy voice asks from above you and you feel a hand start to rub up and down your back in comforting motions.

You tilt your head up slightly but your eyes remain closed and you smile when you feel his beard tickle your delicate skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead before pressing another to the top of your head.

“You kicked me in your sleep,” you tease and pinch his waist lightly before you yelp when he mimics the action on your buttcheek.

“I would never,” he hums and drapes his arms around your waist so he can drag you up his body so your face hovers over him with his big brown eyes still closed.

“Say that to the numerous bruises on my shins,” you say before leaning down to press the softest of kisses to his lips, a gleeful hum leaving his lips and his arms tightening around you in response to the gentle affection. “Good morning by the way.”

“Good morning,” he sighs against your lips before doting a few more against your waiting mouth.

“And happy birthday,” you whisper as you pull apart at last, one of your hands coming up from where they were resting against his chest to gently hold his face, your thumb rubbing softly over the skin.

He thanks you with the sweetest kiss, his lips moving against yours like dripping honey. Slow and sweet and everything you can ever wish for. His stubble scratches your chin when you tilt your head slightly and a soft gasp leaves your lips when his arms squeeze you tight into him. He utilises the opportunity and lets his tongue start its well trained waltz with yours as he moves his hips and gently grinds up against you.

Your head spins and you are left breathless when you finally pull away from him. His lips are red and slick, his eyes closed in pure delight as he guides your hips with his strong hands so that they meet his strategic movements.

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and gasp slightly when you feel his hard bulge press against your clit with only your underwear as an offencing barrier. You position yourself with your knees on either side of his hips and grind down on him more firmly as you start to follow the route from his mouth to over his scratchy jaw and down the column of his throat.

His head falls back into the pillow as he slowly succumbs to the pleasure you bring him, one of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist over the old t-shirt you’re wearing while he uses his other hand to keep a firm grip on your ass to help you with your sinful movements.

You bite lightly at the prominent vein on his neck and smile against the skin when you hear him let out a small groan and the painful ecstasy. Your hands start to travel like the body beneath you was a barren land waiting for you to make your claim on it, the hard muscle of an undiscovered terrain that allowed you to find all of its hidden secrets.

“Fuck.” He mumbles when you scratch slightly over the pale skin on his chest, the light sprinkle of hair tickling your fingers as you make your claim on him.

The duvet around you moves with you as he skillfully flips you over and hovers over you with his right arm propped up on his elbow beside your head while the other one holds your cheek and guides your lips back to meet his.

Your legs wrap around his hips and you press your foot gently into his thighs to make him continue the joyous fiction between you as his tongue meets yours once again.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your mouth as you raise your hips slightly to meet the slow moves of his hips, “so fucking much.”

You wrap your arm around his neck and pull away from him as your other hand pulls at the tight black boxers he’s wearing. Your nose nudges his as you pull them down enough to free his cock and a smile paints itself on your lips as you wrap your soft hand around him and he lets out a broken whimper at the feeling.

“I love you more.” You whisper back and start to move your hand slowly over his length, revelling in how his breathing picks up at the movement.

“Doubt it.”

Before you have the chance to respond, his lips lock with yours again, his mouth falling open and moans fall from it as you continue to kiss his lower lip while picking up the speed of your hand.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he interrupts you, bringing the hand that was holding your cheek down to wrap around your wrist to slow you down, “I’m gonna cum if you keep going.”

“What’s the problem with that?” you laugh and press a slow, languid kiss to his parted lips and start to jerk him off again before he stops you again as he opens his eyes.

“I would rather cum in you,” he mumbles against your lips and moves his hand from your wrist and starts to tug on the lace of your panties.

“Is that right?” You ask and start to wriggle out of your underwear with a small laugh as he kicks off his boxers as well. Once the pieces of clothing are removed you can feel the tip of him brushing against your slick folds, the feeling making you let out a small moan and a shiver crawl up your spine.

He hums and takes a hold of his dick and slowly thrusts into you, both of your eyes closing at the pleasure of him stretching you out the way only he had ever been able to. He slowly starts to move his hips, his thrusts slow and unhurried as he simply enjoys the feeling of you completely surrounding him in every way possible.

The smell of you filled his nose as he buried his head in your hair and your small moans and whimpers filled his ears along with the sound of his hips meeting yours.

You are all he can think about as he lets the pleasure of you fill every atom of his being and he never wanted anything else.

“Baby,” you moan as he hits the particular spot in you that was almost made just for him, “again.”

He smiles against the strands of hair and angles his hips lightly so he continues to hit the spot in you that made you fall apart at the seams. Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders and the feeling of your nails digging into his skin is enough to egg him to fuck you a bit harder.

You let out a shriek at the sudden change but it’s quickly interrupted by a long moan as the welcomed and familiar feeling of a knot of pleasure starts to form in the pit of your stomach.

Kieran feels you tighten around him as his powerful thrusts leave you dizzy and he starts to pick up the pace as well, so well attuned to how to play your body like his favourite instrument.

You throw your head back into the pillow as your eyes close and ragged breaths leave your lips as Kieran kisses the line of your jaw, “you’re gonna cum, baby?”

You can only nod your head as the feeling of ecstasy consumes you and countless breathless moans leave you and you tighten around him. The feeling of him consumes you and pleasure licks at your skin like fire and you see white when your orgasm hits you. “Kieran,” you cry out, your body melting into the mattress as he continues to fuck you through the pleasure, “oh my god.”

“Fuck,” he groans at the way you flutter around him and how slick you are as he continues to thrust into you, his own orgasm fastly approaching as you come undone beneath him. Your moans and whimpers in his ears make his head foggy and he couldn’t think of anything other than you even if he tried.

You get your breathing under control and try to wrap yourself around him even more as you start to meet the movements of his hips and you let out a small giggle when you feel the rhythm of his thrusts becoming ragged and loose, all of his control slipping through his fingers as he cums in you.

“Fuck!” He groans as his cum fills you to the brim, both of your orgasms mixing together as he starts to pull out of you slowly.

He flops down on the bed with you still clinging to him, both of your panting breaths mixing together in the early morning silence.

“What a way to start your birthday, huh?” You say and grin against the bear skin of his shoulder as he tucks you into his side with the covers being kicked down around your legs. You place your chin on his shoulder and look up at him as he has his eyes closed and breathes like he has just finished a gruelling training session.

“Not too bad,” he laughs and places a kiss to the top of your head with his eyes still closed. You lean up and steal a quick kiss from his lips before twisting away from him to check the time on your phone that was charging on the bedside table.

You groan as the number seven stares back at you and curl into him for just a second more of the comfort that he consistently brings you.

“I have to get up,” you say and close your eyes as he starts to draw mindless doodles on your back.

“Why? They’re not awake yet,” he says as sleep slowly starts to creep back on him.

“I promised Anna that we would make you breakfast and she made me swear I would wake her up at seven.”

He laughs as you talk, the metal image of your four-year-old making you make a pinky promise so that she could help you make him breakfast filling him up with unbridled joy.

“I guess you can’t break a promise,” he laughs and pats your butt as you slowly start to rise from the bed, your big t-shirt falling over your thighs as you make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower so your daughters hopefully wouldn’t notice any traces of sex on you.

Kieran continues to lay in bed, the post orgasm bliss making his eyelids heavy and the sound of you mulling around in the bathroom and the sputters of the shower was the soothing lullaby that finally tucked him under.

He is briefly woken up by you pressing a small kiss to his forehead and your hands rubbing small circles with your thumbs over his cheeks. He holds onto your wrists and keeps you close, the smell of your shampoo is enough to make him dizzy even after all the years you had spent together.

“Please take a shower,” you whisper, your lips brushing his when you give him a small and sticky kiss, “you smell like sex.”

He hums when he presses a final kiss to your lips before he lets go of you so you can go and wake up your daughters, “I wonder why.”

You shake your head and flip him off before leaving the bedroom and quietly making your way down the hallway after closing the bedroom door after you.

Kieran stays laying in bed for a while longer, a smile instantly forming on his face when he hears Anna’s loud voice echoing in the house before it lowers after you shush her and remind her that her daddy is still asleep in the bedroom.

He tries to keep an ear out for any more noise but it seems like you are successfully keeping them quiet in the early morning. He heaves himself up from the bed and treks to the bathroom so that he could get rid of any remaining evidence of both of your orgasms. He lets the warm water hit his back and thinks of you standing downstairs with your small wonders, no doubt having to continually remind Anna, who has inherited his volume, that she should use her inside voice.

He gets dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt and just lays back on the bed with his phone in his hand when he hears the tell-tale sound of small feet running across the wooden floor. He quickly buries himself under the covers again and closes his eyes when he hears the door open after a bit of fumbling with the door handle.

It’s silent for a few minutes before he hears a loud whisper, “I think he’s asleep mummy!”

He has to press his lips together to suppress the snicker that threatens to leave them as he hears you mumble something followed by small feet carefully making their way over to his side of the bed. He hears Anna come to a standstill in front of him and feels her lean in closer to him with her hands holding the edge of the soft mattress.

He hoots one eye open and is immediately greeted with his eldest daughter's curls and big smile that was copy pasted from your face.

“Daddy!” She shrieks and hops onto the bed and tackles him in a loving hug, her small arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “It’s your birthday daddy!”

“Oh really?” he asks after pressing a kiss to the side of her head and lifts her up with him as he sits up in the bed with his back resting against the headboard.

“Yes,” Anna says and turns her body slightly so she looks over to you where you’re sitting yourself down on you side of the bed with Eloise in your arms, her small tufts of light hair sticking up in every direction while she sucks on the dummy in her mouth, “and we got you presents!”

“No way!” He laughs and squeezes her closer into him which elicits pearls of laughter to fall from her lips. He smiles over at you and Eloise while Anna keeps blabbering on about whatever comes to mind, and he reaches a hand out to your youngest daughter as she slowly starts to stand up on her shaky legs.

She hasn’t quite gotten the hang on walking yet, preferring doing it whenever there was a firm hand for her to hold. She smiles around her dummy as she makes her way over the white covers and tumbles into his open arms and finds her place right next to her sister.

“Dada,” she smiles and giggles when he presses kisses to her still chubby cheeks, the imprint from her pillow still present on her soft skin.

“Eesy, we have to go show daddy his presents,” Anna says and moves to get out of bed, her hand reaching out to grab her little sister’s and Kieran helps Eloise down from the bed after pressing a final good morning kiss to her wild hair.

Both of you watch them as Anna moves slowly while Eloise does her best at following her with her still unsteady feet.

“Wait by the stairs, banana,” Kieran reminds her and he receives a smile and a nod in response as the two of them disappear out of view into the hallway.

“I hope you like misformed pancakes,” you hum and crawl over the bed to give him another soft kiss as his hand finds the small of your back, “Anna insisted on being the one doing the pouring.”

“They’re my favourite,” he whispers before giving you a final kiss and helps you out of the bed with his waiting hands.

You find your kids waiting patiently at the top of the stairs, waiting for the two of you after an unfortunate tumble down them earlier in the week. Kieran brings Eloise up in his arms as you hold Anna’s hand down the curved staircase.

Anna skips ahead of you and finds her usual place at the dining table, sitting ready with her gleaming eyes while wearing her favourite pink arsenal shirt and her peppa pig night bottoms.

“Oh wow,” Kieran gasps as you enter the kitchen. The table was decked out with gifts and breakfast, the pancakes looking more like blorbs than anything close to a circle. In the middle was a big bouquet of flowers that he recognises from the flower bed that you and Anna keep in the backyard. He curls an arm around your shoulder and brings you into a quick kiss and an insinuated thank you before you leave his side to find your spot next to Anna.

Kieran sets Eloise in her high chair next to his chair before he sits down as well, overwhelmed by the effort his small family has gone through for him.

“This one is from me, daddy!” Anna says and hands him a light purple enveloped with her blocky writing on the front spelling To the best daddy ever with a messy lopsided heart.

He smiles and says a small thank you as you start to put pancakes on the kids’ plates. Anna sits and struggles with her fork and knife, the pancake getting cut up into jagged pieces while you cut Eloise’s into small pieces and put them on the plastic for her to go to town.

Inside the envelope is a picture of your small family. He stands in the middle with one of his hands holding who he presumes is Anna’s hand. His other hand is holding yours while you have Eloise in your other arm. The dog, who is unbothered by the tranquilent celebrations and lays in his bed in the living room, is also there with big ears and a bone by his side. There was a football on the grass by Kieran’s feet and flowers around you and Anna and he already knew that the drawing would be put up on the fridge, never to be taken down.

“Thank you banana,” he smiles and she smiles back with her cheeks full of pancakes while Eloise bangs her hands on the plastic table of her high chair.

“And the flowers are from me and Eesy,” she says after having swallowed her food, “mummy helped us pick them.”

“They’re almost as beautiful as all my girls,” Kieran says as he starts to cut up his own pancakes while Anna laughs at his comment while you just shake your head with a small smile on your pink lips.

“You’re silly daddy,” Anna laughs before stuffing another big piece of pancake into her mouth while Eloise copies her big sister with a self satisfied grin at how big the piece was she could stuff in there.

“No, you’re silly,” he says after taking a sip of his juice you had graciously poured him.

“You’re both silly,” you tease before cutting another pancake up for Eloise to devour along with her sippy cup filled with milk.

Anna continues to laugh, her joyous mood in the early morning the most infectious thing in the world while Eloise starts to join in despite not knowing what’s going on.

“What are we gonna do today then?” Kieran asks after a few moments of silent eating, the sunlight filtering through the windows and landing perfectly on the three most important people in his life.

“The beach!” Anna shouts but quickly covers her mouth with her hands when you shoot her a small glare due to her volume. “Sorry mummy.”

“It’s okay, honey,” you say and hand her another pancake and some strawberries, “I think the forecast promises sun all day.”

“I wouldn’t mind a beach birthday.” Kieran hums and lifts Eloise out of her seat when she starts to get fuzzy. She stands with her chubby feet planted firmly on his thighs while he holds both of her hands and bounces her up and down softly.

“Mummy, can I please wear my new sandals then? Please?”

As Anna continues to talk and describe all the pretty rocks she wants to find along with the mixed laughter of you and Eloise, Kieran couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips as the sun continued to put all of you in its spotlight.

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homosnapeiens · 2 years

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batfam buttcheek ranking (top 8)

(is this what has my life come to?)

disclaimer: this post is not meant to sexualize any of the characters included in it! it is simply me judging and ranking the batfamily’s butts based on their physical appearances!

thank you and enjoy!

#8 (bruce)

- i know we can only see the very edge but i can just tell he’s flat as a pancake.

- y’all know how hard it was to find a picture where you could see any of his ass?

- way too fucking hard.

- so for that he gets put in last place.

-5/10

#7 (duke)

- i really expecting him to have more cake idk

- like atleast a 2 layer yknow?

- kind of disappointed but atleast you can see a bit of roundness.

- the shadows make it hard to properly see 😒

2/10

#6 (steph)

- side angles are more difficult to judge

- like i can’t tell if it’s thicc or just looks like it cuz it’s at the perfect angle

- it’s not tiny but it’s not thiccc (with three c’s) so i’d say pretty standard ass we have here

- the suit was also not exactly flattering 🤡

4.5/10

#5 (tim)

- i will say it’s actually better than i expected

- also yes this is the highest quality picture i could find

- it’s got about average thiccness but it lacks a bit of roundness

- overall a decent ass

5/10

#4 (alfred)

- omg alfred the buttler

- not really thicc or round but appreciate the view regardless

- he’s not a try hard who shows off his ass all the time *cough* dick *cough* and i can respect that

- but he knows how to wear the ass he was given and for that he wins in my heart

7/10

#3 (jason)

- hoo boy

- if this were a thigh competition…let’s just say their would have been no competition.

- it’s not as much thicc as it is toned.

- i appreciate a muscled ass though

9/10

#2 (cass)

- now THAT is a fine ass

- perfect mix of thicc, toned, and round.

- i almost didn’t add her to the list because i didn’t think i’d be able to do her description justice

- i think i did okay though

16/10

#1 (dick)

- let’s all stop pretending we didn’t know he was going to win

- like cmon there is no one even close

- it’s just perfect

- it’s toned, round, and thicccc (with four c’s)

2838492/10

bonus:

- the only picture of the batcave dino’s ass that exists

- believe me i searched for WEEKS

- that’s why this post is so late

- blame the dino

10/10

#batfam #dc universe #batfam buttcheek ranking #bruce wayne #duke thomas #steph brown #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #cass cain #dick grayson #batman #the signal #the spoiler #red robin #agent a #red hood #orphan #nightwing

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telfordelle · 3 years

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Naughty

Characters: Filip "Chibs" Telford x Y/N

A/N: I just had to get this out of my system, I guess. Also, here's a recipe for the Purple Nurple

Words: ~ 2.2k

Warning: Smut

You were in the Clubhouse, sitting in front of the bar. Nobody in the club knew that you two had something going on. You weren't sure why Chibs hadn't introduced you yet, but you were fed up with hearing his excuses over and over again. Therefore, you figured that it was time to provoke your man a little bit. You knew that the club was having a party this evening, so you decided to dress up and surprise your favourite Scot. Your black lacy lingerie was brand new, and he hadn't seen it yet. He was in for a surprise when he'd undress you this evening.

"Another beer, honey?" Gemma asked you. You nodded and thanked her after she had slid the beer over the counter to you. Gemma came around the bar and sat on the stool beside you.

"Is everything okay?" she wanted to know. You chuckled - Gemma had always been good at sensing your mood.

You had known Gemma since you were young. Her son Thomas had been your best friend in kindergarten and first grade. It had broken your heart when your best friend's health was getting worse and worse, and after his death, you had been devastated. From that time on, Gemma had taken you under her wing.

"Nah, it's nothing. Work's just a bit stressful at the moment," you lied, hoping that she wouldn't notice it. But of course, she would. After all, it was Gemma you were talking to.

"Honey, I know that this is not your 'my work sucks' face but your 'men problems' face."

You sighed. Why was she so good at reading you?

"You're right," you admitted.

"So, what kind of man is troubling you?" she asked.

"The kind who doesn't seem to be sure if he wants a serious relationship or not."

"What makes you think so?" she asked, "Did he say that directly?"

"We've been together for a while now, and I know that he’s the type to be in a serious relationship, but he doesn’t want to make it official and introduce me to his friends,“ you complained.

"Well, did you introduce him to yours?" She raised an eyebrow as if to prove her point.

"Gemma, that's not the point. I mean, he made it pretty clear that he isn't interested in that. So he probably also isn't that interested in me," you replied sulkily.

"Honey, maybe he just needs some time. Also, men can be pretty dense sometimes. You two should probably just talk it out, trust me. I've been with the most stubborn and dense men you can find in Charming," she said, laughing heartily. Hearing her laugh, you couldn’t help it and joined in.

"Well, I hope everything will work out in your favour. I'll see you later!"

You nodded and smiled at her. Talking to Gemma always lifted your mood.

You grabbed your beer, took a big sip, and looked around the Clubhouse. You were familiar with most of the club members, but as always, there were also some people you didn't recognize - especially the Crow Eaters. Sometimes you wondered if Chibs still hung around with some of them. Whenever you tried talking to him about making it official, he was blocking you. He said that he had his reasons, and at first, you believed him, but as the situation didn't improve, you got increasingly frustrated. And speaking of the devil, or rather, thinking of the devil, there he was.

You gulped, why was he so sexy? You took another sip of your beer, debating whether you should just go to him or leave the decision up to him. Mentally, you slapped yourself to stop staring at the Scot. To your displeasure, you found that others were also interested in your man. Fucking Crow Eaters. One of those bitches was clinging to the Scot, ogling him. You clenched your fists as soon as she started to caress his shoulder in a flirty way. Forcing yourself to look away, you exed your beer, giving the guy at the bar a sign that you wanted another one. Or even better, something stronger. You ordered a Purple Nurple, hoping that this one would numb your thoughts - and feelings.

Still, you couldn't help it and had to sneak a peek. And what you saw made you hold your breath. That bitch from before had her hand in your man's back pocket, and it seemed as if she was biting his earlobe. Instead of pushing her away, he was - grinning?

You saw red. Alright, two could play this game. It was time to take some action. You knew that Tig was always up for some fun, no feelings attached, so you made your way over to him.

"Hey, Tigger," you greeted him. You used the nickname because you knew that it would make Chibs furious - albeit knowing that he couldn't even hear you at this moment.

"Y/N, what's up?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wanna dance?" you asked.

"Sure, babe," Tig replied, smirking. He took your hand and led you to the centre of the room.

You circled each other, gazes remaining locked. You knew that the other Sons were watching you, so you were fairly certain that Chibs' eyes would also be on you. Tig wiggled his eyebrows as you danced towards him, lewdly swaying your hips. You gently rested your hands on his chest. Slowly, your hands slid down his body as... you could hear someone clear their throat.

"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" that someone asked with a thick Scottish accent. You turned around and were greeted by an angry-looking face. Chibs nodded at Tig, who got the hint and excused himself.

"What's your problem?" you asked, knowing that the question would get him even more agitated. His eyes turned dark.

"You're mine," he growled.

"Well, last time I checked, you weren't willing to tell anyone about us," you snapped.

"Then it's time to change that," he replied, scowling.

"Oh, all of a sudden?" you retorted. You knew that you got what you wanted, but it still made you angry that you had to play the jealousy card.

"Lass, ye'r comin' wi' me," he said huskily. Chibs grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him towards the door. While being dragged away, you caught a glimpse of Gemma, who was smirking. Of course, she would connect the dots immediately.

Instead of going to his bike, he went for one of the trucks.

"Get in," he growled, holding one of the doors open.

"Why should I?" you replied, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"I'm not discussin' this wi' ye," he answered. You knew that both of you had done their wrongs, so you got in without another word.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You just hoped that you would get to your flat soon. Your eyes kept wandering to him. Did you finally fuck up? Was this the point of no return? All you wanted was for him to finally acknowledge you in front of the others. You sighed. You sighed. Finally, you arrived at your flat. He went straight for the door. Reluctantly, you got out of the truck. Had you pissed him off so much that he would end your relationship? Hands trembling, you opened the main entrance and went up the stairs. You could hear him follow you. Luckily, your apartment was on the second floor.

"I'm so angry wi' ye right now, I cannae put it into words," he snapped.  "Tch, what are you angry for?" you huffed.  He growled. "Ye'r MINE, lass." His eyes had a dangerous glint to them. If you hadn't been so angry, maybe you would have been turned on by now. Scratch that, you definitely were turned on. But you still had to stand your ground.  "Yours, huh? Certainly didn't seem like it when that fucking Crow Eater was feeling you up. You don't even have the balls to tell the others about me! Maybe I'm just tired of waiting, Tig didn't seem to have a problem being seen with me in public." You looked at him challengingly.

And Chibs snapped. He saw red, thinking back about you dancing with Tig, touching him. He pinned you against the door and kissed you hard, wandering from your mouth to your neck. You moaned into his ear, which only turned him on even more. You could feel how hard he was, and you began stroking him through his pants.

"Bed," he growled while picking you up. But instead of just throwing you onto the bed, he sat on its edge and bent you over his knees.

"You've been bad, lassie," he murmured while grabbing your ass.

"Guess I have to punish ye," he drawled, accent getting thicker the more turned on he got.

"Lift yer ass," he said, tone demanding. You did what he said, and he immediately pulled down your shorts, taking in a sharp breath as he saw your new lingerie. It seemed as if your surprise was working. Frantically, he also took off your shirt.

"Ye look good. But don't think you'll get off your punishment just because of that," he hummed, rubbing you through your pants. You hissed - you were already wet. He began rummaging through the bedside cabinet where you stored your toys. He chuckled, which probably meant that he had found what he had been looking for. He blindfolded you and you could hear him opening a bottle. You shivered in anticipation. He pushed your panties aside and let two fingers glide between your buttcheeks, making them slick with lube. You gasped as he entered your hole.

"Relax," he murmured into your ear. You concentrated on his voice.

"Maybe this will help you," he said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he shoved something into your mouth. "Suck on it," he commanded. You recognized the shape as one of your buttplugs. You squirmed under his touch, excited for what was about to happen. Maybe you should be naughty more often if that meant that he would punish you this way.

He removed his fingers, only to replace them with the buttplug shortly after. You drew in a sharp breath. "Ye like that, dinnae ye?" His thick voice made you even wetter, which he immediately noticed.

Still bent over his knees, he spanked you a couple of times. Each time his hand connected with your ass, a wave of pleasure surged through you. Blindfolded, every sensation felt more intense. You bit back a moan.

Sternly, Chibs told you to get on all fours and lift your arse. You could hear from the sound of his voice that he was annoyed with you. He was displeased with your behavior at the clubhouse. Now he had to make you behave again.

You heard him opening his jeans and sliding them down his hips. They fell to the floor with a thud. You were so wet, he would be able to slide into you at once. You bit your lip, and your hips rolled involuntarily at the thought of this. You needed some friction, right now. You needed HIM. You gasped as he opened your lips with the head of his hard cock, teasing you because he didn't immediately put it inside you. It felt like an eternity. Chibs ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making you long for more.

"Filip," you whimpered, begging him to finally fuck you.

"Don't come. I'm going tae fuck ye just a little 'n' slowly. Don't ye dare come before ah say so."

He thrust into you, at last giving you what you so desperately needed. Spreading your buttcheeks, he stroke over the buttplug with his thumb, making you moan out loud. Chibs leaned over you, bringing his hot mouth toward your ear.  "Who's the only one allowed to touch ye?"

 "Y-you," you barely managed to get out.

"What was that? Say it louder," he demanded. Why was his voice so sexy?

"You!" you cried out with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured into your ear before grabbing your hips and beginning to fuck you harder and faster. You were almost there, but he hasn't allowed you to come. You spread your legs wider, rotating your hips and meeting his movements. Your breath became short.

"Do ye want to come?" Not being able to form any coherent sentence, you just nodded.

Instead of answering, he took off the blindfold, flipped you over, and kissed you hard. His thrusts became more erratic. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned his forehead against yours.

Your orgasm hit you like an earthquake, bucking your hips you enclosed Chibs with your legs, wanting to feel him even deeper inside you, be even more connected with him. He groaned and you could feel his cock twitching as he came, shuddering. He kissed you deeply, almost tenderly, conveying all his feelings for you.

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Both of you were still shaking, as you snuggled up to him.

"When are we going to tell the others?" you wanted to know.

"Lass, I don't think there's a need to do that anymore - they already know now," he laughed.

You punched his shoulder, glaring at him.

"Alright, alright, I got the message. Tomorrow, okay?"

Well, you could live with that. Smiling, you cuddled up against him, never wanting to let go again, ever.

#sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #filip chibs telford x reader #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford fanfic #chibs smut #chibs telford

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naoyas90dayfiance · 3 years

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+18 | Unexpected | Choso x Reader

NSFW

Summary: Your boyfriend tries to hide his excitement, but you’re eager to show him how much you want him.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Female!Reader

Author's note: This is a present for the bestest bestie in the whole galaxy 👑@aurelius-divus 👑. She gave me this idea and I tried to do it justice.

NSFW work under the cut.

The screech of the train invaded your senses, taking you out of your meditative state. The doors opened as you stood on the platform, waiting for the people to exit. After the entrance got less crowded you intended to get on by yourself, but your boyfriend took the lead, taking your hand and guiding you inside. He searched for two empty seats in the vehicle.

Choso sat next to a window; he looked at you as a sign to sit next to him. As you did, the half-human curse couldn't take his eyes off your hair. The bright orange sun caressed it, creating the illusion of a halo. His gaze then moved to your features, taking in how the star's rays danced around your eyes.

You smiled at his entranced face; he returned the gesture. Your heart leaped when Choso showed you his sincere smile. You couldn't help yourself but to stand up from your seat and make your way to his lap, claiming it as your throne.

Choso's smiled dropped, his eyes widened and his body stiffed. He could feel your bum on his lap and the sweet scent of your hair on his nose. He also noticed how you were starting to rub yourself against his crotch, stimulating the shaft of his dick. His body started to heat up; he didn't know if the reason was the sun's strong presence or your constant shifting.

You relaxed on top of his figure, placing your nape against his shoulder, throwing your head back to be able to see him. He glanced at you and tried to smile. You noticed his now-rosy face.

"Are you hot, baby?" You asked, moving on his lap to face him. Choso felt how you brushed the tip of his cock and gulped.

"No," he inhaled deeply, "It's fine. I need some sun after all"

"You're so cute," you took his face in your hands and gave him a long kiss on his lips. His face became joyous during the smooch, and he placed both of his hands on your waist.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you too," he replied.

You changed your position again to resume your previous posture. However, you were unaware of how each twist of your hips went straight to Choso’s slightly erect cock. Making him clenched his jaw and hold his breath.

Choso sighted in relief when you stopped. He thought the teasing was over.

"Look!" You straighten yourself on his lap. Choso cursed under his breath as he felt you rubbing his boner with your ass. You tried to get your hands closer to the window. "There's a band playing over there!"

Choso answered affirmatively, but his focus was on how to get you out of his lap before you could notice his outline.

To his dismay, the train stopped; the force of it almost made you fall off his legs. Choso instinctively took you by the hips and pulled you against himself. The sudden caress of his dick's head made him release a moan from his lips.

You noticed his bulge poking your right buttcheek. Your eyes made their way to his face.

"Choso are you..."

"The train is getting crowded," he said. You stood up and tried to move to the seat next to you, but before you managed to sit down you felt how the weight of your purse was lifted from your shoulder.

"I'll help you with your purse," Choso placed your bag on his lap.

The trip continued; the thought of Choso's possible boner was out of your head as you focused on people-watching.

For Choso it was uncomfortable because no matter how many distracting thoughts he tried to get into his head, he couldn't get his erection to go down. The reason for it was his eyes’ need to look at the cleavage that your v-neck shirt was showing; his gaze also went to your legs, appreciating the way your pants hugged your delicious thighs.

Even when he tried to look through the window, he couldn't avoid the reflection of your pretty face in the glass. He felt beads of sweat building on his forehead.

The train stopped at your destination. Choso put the strap of your bag on his shoulder and placed the item in front of his hips as you both got up. He hoped everything would be back to normal; maybe walking you home would help him.

He followed you outside the train and then took your hand, an indication that he was taking the lead once again; and so, he guided you to the main street.

"Maybe it's her perfume, it's very pleasant," he thought to himself, a thin smile on his lips.

"What are you smiling about?" You asked.

"How lucky I'm that we're together," you playfully tapped his shoulder.

"Stop it!" You giggled. He took your hand and squeezed it; you returned the gesture.

You two crossed another three streets until arriving at your apartment building. You went through the main door and made your way to the elevator. You pressed the number eight and waited for it to reach your floor. A bell rang, and the doors opened. Choso and you stepped out and walked to the very end of the hallway.

"Baby, my keys," Choso opened your purse and moved his hands inside it, looking for the feeling of cold metal. "They're on the back pocket," Choso unzipped it and drew your keys. He gave them to you with a smile. You laughed at the strange situation.

After unlocking the door, you invited Choso inside with a nod. He stepped in and removed your purse from his crotch; he was feeling on his right mind again.

Choso looked back to see what you were doing, he felt puzzled. You stood up in front of the closed entrance; your ears were focused on studying the house's sounds.

"I think we're alone," you whispered. You left Choso's side to explore with mute steps the flat, after a few knocks on different doors and a double-check inside each room, you returned to your boyfriend's side.

"We're alone," you said with a grin. Choso tilted his head to the side.

"Where's your family?"

"They must be at out. Maybe they'll get here later, like at 10," you made your way to the kitchen. Choso followed you.

"Why aren't you with them?"

"I had a presentation today, remember? They left at 8 AM. I couldn't go. Perhaps next time," you poured some water on two glasses. "Are you hungry?"

"No", he took the glass you handed him.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"A movie?"

"Yes, in my room," you winked.

"Okay," he replied and put the empty glass on the kitchen counter.

Choso handed you your purse and followed you as you made your way to your bedroom.

"Make yourself comfortable," you said when arriving in your room. You took your shoes off and so did he. He sat on the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on the TV; he was trying to not see the way you were removing your shirt, leaving you only on your form-fitting undershirt.

"Come on!" You said, getting his attention. Choso's mouth opened at the sight of your figure. He could see the outlines of your brassier, waist, hips, and even belly button. You smiled at his reaction.

"Get comfy," you jumped on the bed and crawled to the pillows. Choso's gaze betrayed him once again and glued to your backside, watching how your ass and legs moved. You turned around and lied on your pillows. "Join me here". His mind was entranced by your presence, so he followed your command until he was next to you.

"What do you want to watch?" You turned on the TV. Choso tried to respond, but got distracted when you placed your head on his chest, letting him get a full view of your soft breasts; they were barely covered by your cotton bra. His brows rose at the realization of your areola peeking outside of each cup. You raised your face up to see him, wondering why he hasn't answered yet. His eyes darted to the shining screen.

"A horror movie," he stated.

"Yes, sir," you browsed through Netflix. Choso and you discussed what to watch; he was determined to pick something truly horrifying so he could stop the tent forming on his crotch. After some minutes passed, you decided to go for the latest horror movie. The opening scene started, and you placed a blanket over your body.

You were surprised that Choso's attention was only on the screen. He wasn’t even noticing how you pulled the cleavage of your undershirt down. Nonetheless, that wasn't enough for you to quit your endeavors on getting busy with your boyfriend; so, to get him to notice you, you yelped when a jumpscare appeared.

Choso immediately tightened his grip and searched your face for any sign of distress. He relaxed when he only saw you smiling at him. In his mind, you fell for the screaming ghost gimmick. His focus went back to the television.

"Is he rejecting me?" You thought. "Maybe I need to be more straightforward," you sat on the bed, Choso's hand left your shoulder. He moved his face to notice what you were going to do next.

You took your shirt off, leaving you only in underwear. Choso's face turned bright red, but nothing prepared him for what was about to come.

He noticed you were moving under the covers; his mind couldn’t come up with a reason for it, but it wasn’t necessary as he saw you throwing your pants to the side of the bed, the garment fell on the floor. His heart stopped completely, skipping more than a beat.

You lied down on his chest. Choso remained tense, and couldn't bring himself to make a move. You crept your hands under his shirt, starting to touch his soft skin: he shivered, and you kept moving it upwards, dragging the fabric and revealing his nipples. You placed your lips on his chest, leaving hot butterfly kisses on it.

"Stop," he said.

"What?" Your eyes opened in shock.

"Don't do that," he said with a flushed face. "We shouldn't be doing this yet"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to be turned on in front of you," he paused and took a deep breath.

"Why?" You said.

"It's just that... I..." He lowered his head.

"Choso, please"

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," you blinked and then furrowed your brows.

"You're not making me uncomfortable"

"Listen," he paused, "I get a bit ahead of myself when I am this close to you. I believe you deserve respect. We have just started dating"

"Choso," you cupped his face in your hands. "We can do whatever we want," you sat on his lap, facing him. "And I want you," your lips placed a loving kiss on his cheek.

"It's too early, Y/N"

"We've known each other for longer than that. I trust you," you whispered in his ear. "Relax, and let me know if you like this," you encouraged him to lie down on the pillows.

You moved your hand to his abdomen, feeling his sculpted muscles. He moaned when your hands reached his waistband and noticed how your fingers wrapped around the base of his hard-on. A moan slipped out of your mouth, you were surprised by his thick size.

"This is what I felt on the train?"

"I'm sorry," Choso cried.

"It's okay, baby," you searched under his pants for the head of his cock. You were surprised at how long his shaft was. "You know, if you need help with this, you can ask me," Choso looked at you in disbelief. "I will gladly help you", an electric sensation ran through his spine when you touched his wet tip.

You pulled his erection out, wanting to see what you were holding. Your eyes grew in size as a big veiny cock came out of his sweatpants. The head was flushed in hot pink just like Choso's face.

You were fixated on your boyfriend's shaft. Your hand moved around it, making him twitch. Choso moaned loudly and parted his legs as a reflex.

You changed the pattern of your caresses, covering and exposing the red tip with his foreskin. Audible wet sounds and Choso's heavy breathing filled the room. Your eyes traveled to your boyfriend's face, and saw how he threw his head back; his mind was clouded with lust.

Your sight dropped to his hips, making you realize that white droplets were oozing out of his mushroom head. You coated your palm with it to use it as lube, spreading it on his girth. Choso's moaning became almost chant, and your strokes became quicker.

"Stop..." Choso pleaded. "I'm going to... finish," he hid his face behind his hand.

You stopped at his command and got off his lap. Your hands traveled to his legs, pushing his pants down and noticing how strong and defined the muscles of his thighs were. Your eyes kept exploring his exposed body: first his warm-colored face, then his bulky chest, his defined abdomen, and lastly the swollen cock lying on his belly. You were impressed by his beauty.

"Baby, your body is like art," you said. Choso opened his eyes and looked at your face. He smiled.

"Have you seen yourself?" He placed a hand on your arm, caressing it. "You're more beautiful than art itself"

Your wide smile melted his heart. He pulled you into an embrace against his body. His calloused hands ran on your back; his arousal pressed on your hips. You could hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. The room was quiet.

"Choso," he curiously eyed your expression. "I want you"

Choso placed a hand on your cheek, helping you align your lips with his. You placed the tip of your tongue near the entrance of his mouth; he opened it slightly and let you in. You massaged his soft tongue with yours.

Choso's low moans could be barely heard; he was enjoying the taste of your mouth but he needed more from you.

His left hand went straight to your waist; he squished the skin and then fondled it. His right hand placed itself on the back of your head, where he softly touched your nape. You were trapped between his arms.

Choso wanted to make you feel good, so he locked his tight grip with his huge biceps and placed you underneath him. Your legs opened and welcomed him near your most hidden area.

Choso resumed the kissing of your squishy lips. Your hands roamed from his toned shoulders to his small waist and stopped to squeeze his asscheeks. Choso enjoyed how the silky texture of your fingers felt on his skin.

"Baby, I want you now," you said. Choso broke the kiss, sat on his knees, and took in the view of your awaiting body. His hands went to your hips; he took your panties by the sides and slid them through your thighs, your calves, and then your feet. You grabbed your bra and discarded it aside.

Choso remained with his hard-on on his thigh, watching every inch of your naked figure. His fingers traveled through your body, sensing your flawless form. His pupils dilated and his heartbeat got faster.

Choso's eyes went back to your lower body and fixated on your pussy. He was mesmerized by how glistening the lips were; his hand neared your heated cunt, and explored it, coating his fingers with your gooey fluids.

"Baby, please take me," you were watering at how his cock has gotten firmer with his exploration of your body. Choso placed his forearms next to your face. You could see how he took his dripping cock and directed it towards your pussy.

His hips pushed forward, Choso gasped and you left a loud cry out. Before rocking himself, Choso put his lips on top of yours, and you hugged him. He thrust his dick deep inside you, your pussy opening wide to make room for him.

Choso was delighted at the warm feeling of your cunt against his cock's veins; his size stretched you out so nicely that he could feel his ridges caressing all the areas of your pussy. His dick spurted more pre-cum when you tighten around him. Choso pounded faster into you, his pace getting agitated when your bit his lips. The bed squeaked under your figures.

Your pussy was trying to milk him good, pulsing around the head of his dick. This was enough to send Choso to the edge, his thrusts became rush. He squealed when your nails dug on his shoulder blades. The small amount of pain he received was worth it for how sweetly you were moaning under him.

Your walls started to spam around him, hitting all the inches of his swollen cock. Choso moaned as you orgasmed. At the last wave of your pulsing, he pulled out and he slurped a thick load of creamy cum that hit the inside of your thigh, his dick remained twitching as he placed his face between your boobs, trying to recover his breath.

Choso moved to a side, placing himself next to you. He looked at your expression and found comfort when he saw you were brightly smiling at him. He took your body and snuggled you on his chest. Your eyes were closing.

Before you fell into a deep sleep, Choso placed a peck on your forehead.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you whispered.

#choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso smut #choso jjk

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kelieah · 4 years

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was it worth it? (peter parker x reader)

request (summary) @annamckayla : Hello, ur amazing! I wanted to request an Imagine where the reader and Peter are married with a bby, and after every mission she could be like "was it worth it" (in a kind playful way) and each time he would say yes, but one day the reader is somehow muddled up in this dangerous mission along side a few other ppl, he saves everyone but her, and he doesnt know if it was worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: lil bit of fluff, LOTS of angst so buckle up

edited: this is one of my longest fics so far, i put a lot of effort into this one kdsjnsdkfn

a/n: hehe ily anna but this request not cool dawg (jk ily but writing this hurt like a buttcheek on a stick)

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You look out the window, holding the beautiful baby boy you and Peter made in your arms and rock him back and forth. Your eyes scan over the city buildings, knowing your husband’s somewhere out there stopping crimes and saving lives.

“Did you know Ben, that your daddy is out there kicking butt? Saving lives, almost every day?” you look down at your sleepy baby.

He glances up at you with half-lidded eyes and coos, reaching out to you. You smile warmly and let him grab your finger.

“Yup, that’s right, daddy’s Spider-Man. I almost fainted when he first told me during our Senior year of high school,” you shake your head and chuckle at the memory.

You continue to sway him in your arms until he falls asleep. You hum quiet lullabies and walk over to the bedroom, placing him in his crib that was next to you and Peter’s bed.

Your head snaps up once you hear the bedroom window sliding up slowly. You chuckle quietly and place your hands on your hips, already knowing who it is.

Peter crawls in and onto the ceiling, closing the window with his foot. “Peter Benjamin Parker, you better not jump down. Ben’s asleep,” you warn in a hushed tone.

He looks over at you and takes off his mask, flashing you a sheepish smile. God, you could never get tired of watching him take off his mask like that.

He crawls down the side of the wall and quietly lands, walking over to you. He holds your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his, “You seem really beat, Mr. Parker,” you mutter softly.

“I sure am, Mrs. Parker,” he pecks your lips, glancing down into your eyes.

You sigh longingly, curling your fingers in his hair, “Was it worth it?” you tease quietly.

He sighs softly, “Are you going to ask that every single time I go out on a patrol?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Mhm, because you’re not just coming home to your lovely wife. You’re coming home to your lovely wife and baby boy,” you whisper.

“In my eyes sweetheart, it’s worth it to save another one’s life, stop crime and come home to my whole world, you two,” he cups your face, pressing kisses all over.

“But what if you don’t come home one day?” you whisper, feeling your eyes begin to gloss at the thought.

Peter tilts your head up towards him and kisses you deeply, bringing you closer, “You know I don’t know the answer to that. You shouldn’t constantly worry about the future baby, you should try-”

You sigh against his lips and pull away, “I know, Pete. I know,” you mumble.

“I love you, and Ben, so much. Don’t ever forget that okay?” he holds your cheek gently, caressing it.

You place your hand on top of his nodding, “We love you more.”

Some nights he came back without a scratch but most nights he came back with much more than just a scratch.

Ben’s next to the couch sprawled out on a soft blanket, playing with some of his toys.

You’re fixing up some dinner until all of a sudden you hear a thud from your bedroom. You frown and quickly look up, turning off the stove in an instant.

You glance over at Ben making sure he’s fine. He looks up at you with curious eyes, his mouth all over a teething toy. You smile softly then quickly walk over to your bedroom, “Pete?” you peek your head in.

You gasp at the sight of Peter flat on the floor by the window, holding the side of his torso in pain. You rush over and slide next to him, lifting his head up gently to rest him on your lap.

“What happened?” you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek.

He smiles timidly and looks up at you, “I-I’m fine I swear baby, just a little whoopsie,” he breathes out.

Your eyebrows furrow in concern, and slowly lift up his hand. You frown at the deep cut above his hip, “Can you get up? I need to patch you up Peter,” you whisper.

He nods and carefully begins to sit up. You help him stand up and walk him over to the bathroom. You watch him lift himself up on the counter, letting out a sharp grunt.

You sigh, grabbing some cloth from the bottom drawer and handing it to him. “Apply pressure okay? I’m going to check on Ben,” you walk off.

You see Ben begin to doze off and walk up to him, scooping him up in your arms. You hold him gently and head back to the bedroom, placing him in his crib.

You walk back to Peter and get out the medical kit you have nearby at all times. Peter watches you with tired eyes, holding the cloth you gave him to his wound.

You look up at him and press a kiss against his forehead, “I think you need stitches bub,” you hold his cheek. He nods against your touch.

“Okay Mrs. Parker,” his raspy voice making your heart clench.

After stitching him up, you help him clean himself up. You stand in between his legs and wrap your arms loosely around his neck. You give him a concerned look that makes him pout.

“I know what you’re about to say.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Baby,” he groans quietly and pulls your waist close, “Yes, yes it was.”

You hum quietly, threading your hands through his hair, “Why?”

He nuzzles his nose against yours, letting out a quiet sigh, “You know why.”

You exhale and press your lips against his for a moment. He kisses back and holds you closer. You pull away and cup his cheek in your hand, “I guess so,” you whisper.

You never stopped asking him that question every time you came home. Deep down, you dread the day you won’t be able to ask him due to him never returning.

Though you knew it was repetitive and annoying to ask, you couldn’t help but ask. There was this one night where Peter wasn’t having it and the two of you broke out in a fight that thankfully ended in an agreement.

Peter tiredly crawled through the bedroom window, freezing as his enhanced hearing picked out the soft snores that came out of Ben’s mouth.

He smiled softly and closed the window, jumping down quietly. He walks over and adjusts Ben’s small blanket. Peter shuffles over to the kitchen to grab some food.

“Hello to you too,” you piped up from the couch, leaning on the palm of your hand.

“Sorry babe, hi,” he came up to you, bending down to kiss your forehead.

“You okay? Rough night?” you sat up, looking up at him worriedly.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he waves his hand and goes over to the fridge, grabbing some food.

You sighed and followed, leaning against the counter. He heated up his food in the microwave and glanced over at you, “What?” he yawned.

“Was it worth it?” you teased, poking at his side.

Your smile faltered as you noticed he didn’t react. He let out a weak chuckle, “Mhm.”

“Peter, I’ve known you for what? Six years now? You can talk to me bub,” you murmured.

“Do you always have to fucking ask that question? Every single fucking time I come back from risking my life for others, “was it worth it” bullshit? Do you!?” he snapped his voice loud yet low enough to be heard by you but not by Ben. He dragged his hands down his face and looked over at you with the most exhausted expression, waiting for a response.

Your heart raced and you felt your throat begin to swell, never expecting Peter to burst out like that, “I-I never meant for it to upset you P-Pete,” you whispered, “I j-just-”

“You just what huh? Y/n, love, I don’t think you understand what I do out there,” he grits through his teeth, turning off the microwave that went off. “Of course it’s fucking worth it, I’m an Avenger. A hero. It’s what we do! That’s all we fucking do,” he fumed, pacing back and forth.

You inhaled sharply, quickly wiping away your tears that fell from your cheeks before Peter saw but you failed to do so. He stopped in his tracks, his heavy breathing calming down, “S-shit baby, I-I’m so sorry-” he took a step towards you.

You took a step back, “N-no, it’s okay. I get it, it was inconsiderate of me to ask, constantly. I-I just thought it was kind of like an inside joke y-you know? But there’s no excuse for it,” you whimpered, “A-actually a part of me, h-has been wanting to bring up y-your career Peter.”

He nodded, walking over and cupped your face, wiping away your tears, “Talk to me sunshine, I-I’m not mad. I’m not mad at you at all, dammit it’s just been a long day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you just now. I-I’m calm, just talk to me. I’m here, I got you,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead, his words starting to take an affect on you.

You let out a shaky breath and nodded, “Peter, a-are you ever going to consider r-retiring? I-I know you’re young and I know it’s s-selfish of me to say, but you could do so many other great things. L-less risky careers, because we,” you choke slightly on your words, Peter instantly placing a hand on your back to soothe you. “B-because we have a family now Peter, and if you,” you sobbed, “If you died, god I don’t know what’d I do.”

Peter’s heart shattered at your words and he pulled you into a tight hug, bringing your head to his chest. “I know, I know,” he whispered painfully. “Y-you have to trust me, and what I do. I-I love you both, with all my heart. With all my entirety. But I-I just can’t give up what I do.”

You sighed deeply and nuzzled your head into his chest, “I get it Pete,” you sniffled, beginning to calm down. “I really do. But remember what you told me that night when I found out your identity?”

“Wanna check out the other web shooter?” he muttered, playing with your hair.

You stifle a quiet laugh, “Besides that. You told me you kept your secret for the longest time because you didn’t want to put my life in danger. Nor May’s, nor Ned’s. Or anyone close to you,” you sighed. “D-does that not concern you now?”

Peter tensed at your question, “W-well when you put it like that. I feel like shit now,” he grumbled making you chuckle. “Look, I’ll talk to Tony okay? I’d never want to put you in danger, let alone our own son. I-I’ve just been so wrapped up in being this superhero that everyone looks up to that I- I didn’t realize I have everything I could ever need in front of me. You and Ben,” he squeezed you tightly in his arms. You smiled in content, tearing up and held him close.

Even after that argument you had with Peter, you still managed to ask him the question. Luckily without pissing him off. He eventually came up with different creative and adorable responses each time which you absolutely adored.

“Peter, I’m going to run to the store real quick m’kay? Watch Ben,” you walk over to where he’s sitting, wrapping your arms around him.

He looks up at you and you peck his lips causing him to grin, “Okay mama.”

You smile happily, ruffling Ben who’s sitting in his dad’s lap and grab your keys, walking off. Ben pouts slightly and reaches out for you as you leave the apartment.

“Don’t worry buddy, mommy will be back,” Peter ruffles his head gently making him giggle. “Now look,” he props him up to face the TV, “That cool guy right there, that is Luke Skywalker.”

Soon after about two Star Wars movies later, Peter began to get worried. He places Ben who fell asleep back in his crib.

He walks over to his phone and leaves you another message. He paces around for a couple minutes and quickly glances at his phone repeatedly.

His heart jumps out of his heart when he hears your ringtone and immediately picks up, “Y/n? Are you okay? It’s been almost two-”

“Peter Parker,” a low raspy voice answers, “I hope you didn’t forget about me Spider-Man,” he chuckles darkly.

Peter’s eyes widen, panic beginning to rush throughout his body, “Where is she?” he spits.

“She isn’t the only one in danger Parker,” he holds your phone up, a bunch of other voices crying out for help.

“P-Peter!” he hears Aunt May wail out.

“You fucking monster,” Peter snarls, clenching his fist.

“Wilmington Fifth Street, the warehouse on the right. Can’t miss it. If you call backup, all your loved ones will be dead,” the anonymous enemy retorts and ends the call.

Peter quickly calls Tony, “Kid what? It’s like 9-”

“Mr. Stark please s-send someone over to my apartment to watch Ben. I-I have to take care of something please,” Peter explains, putting on his suit.

“On it,” Tony recognizes the panic in his voice, “Do you want me to send backup?” he asks but doesn’t receive a reply as Peter hangs up.

Peter paces around, running his hands through his hair. Within a couple of minutes he hears someone walk up to the front of the door and swings it open before they could knock, “Oh thank god, Happy. Please, watch Ben. I have to go,” he rushes back to the living room.

“O-oh okay, yeah of course. Peter what’s-” Happy asks closing the door behind him.

Peter jumps out the window and swings off to the address that clouded his mind. “God please, please,” he whimpers to himself and eventually lands in front of their warehouse.

He couldn’t just burst through the front door, that’d bring too much attention. Peter looks around and quickly swings up to the roof, finding an entrance from a lifted up window.

He scans the room quickly to see Aunt May, Ned and MJ all tied together. “Karen, is there anyone else is the building?” he mutters lowly.

“Yes. But if you act now, you can save those three,” she states.

“On it,” he grunts and swings down quietly. They all look up at Peter with fearful and tear-filled eyes, shaking their heads.

He quickly takes off the tape on their mouths and unties them, “Peter no he has her-” May sobs.

“I-It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay. All of you need to get out of here now. Police are on their way, they’ll be around the corner,” they all nod in response, too shaken up to say anything. He leads them towards a backdoor entrance. “Where’s Y/n?” he asks, before letting them go.

“She’s in the back, w-with the Vulture,” Ned looks over at Peter.

“He came back?” Peter’s breath hitches. “N-no time, okay go,” he pushes them out and quickly swings back inside.

“Karen, where are they?” Peter whimpers under his breath. She instantaneously shows the whole warehouse mapped out and where she detected two life forms.

Peter rushes over to the back and slams the door open. You sat there tied up in a chair and unconscious.

“Y-Y/n,” he sobs, stumbling over towards you.

“I wouldn’t,” a voice rings from behind you. Peter snaps his head up and shoots a web towards the voice.

The Vulture’s new and improved wings cut his web as it came towards him, “You know Parker, all those years ago. When you were a little fucking Freshman, you took everything from me. Everything.”

“You’re supposed to be in jail,” Peter snaps, walking over to him swinging a fist to his masked face. The Vulture’s wings are too fast and slashes his arm before Peter could make contact.

Peter lets out a strained yelp and gets kicked down by him. “Now, I’m going to take everything away from you, starting off with your wife,” he spits, placing his weighted foot down on Peter’s head.

Peter yells in frustration and shoves him off, attacking him with all the power and rage he mustered up. The Vulture easily blocks his attacks and slams him against the wall, “Tsk tsk. You never learn,” he steps on him roughly and repeatedly. Kicking him down with his weaponized and sharp boots. Peter weakly attempts to block his blows but fails. The Vulture chuckles darkly and walks over to you, shaking the blood off his boot.

“N-no, Y-Y/n, please n-no,” he gets up slowly, his ears beginning to ring and his sight becoming blurry. The Vulture circles you, cutting off your restraints and kicks you to the floor, your body falling to the ground with a thud.

You wake up to a sharp pain impaling your stomach, the Vulture’s point of his wing shoved into your torso. You let out a blood-curdling scream, bright red seeping out from your clothes. You feel something warm and thick begin to spill from your mouth.

“Y/n!” Peter shouts, tears streaming down his face. He limps over to you and falls by your side, screaming out in agony.

Suddenly the walls shake and Tony appears with the rest of the Avengers that were nearby to help. “Fuck,” the Vulture mutters and makes a run for it, about to fly off.

Tony blasts him down and flies down, managing to fight him off. Steve helps him out and they capture him, getting his weapons off him as they cuff him up.

You look around beginning to see white. Your ears fill with ringing and faint voices, until a familiar weak voice snaps you back into reality for a moment.

“M-my pretty girl, h-hey. Hey,” Peter whispers, brings your head onto his lap.

“P-pete?” you barely whisper, weakly raising your hand to his cheek.

“Y-yup that’s me. Your husband, the father to our child,” he shakily holds your hand against his cheek.

“B-Ben? Baby B-Benjamin?” you ask, eyes fluttering as you stare into Peter’s glossy eyes.

He nods in response, tears dripping down from his face onto yours.

You go silent for a while, trying to process everything that just happened. Peter chokes on his sobs, and brings you close to his bruised body.

“P-Peter?” you rasp.

“Y-yes my love?” he sniffles, brushing a hair out of your face.

“W-was it worth it?” you ask tiredly, lips quivering as a slow tear rolls down your cheek.

He lets out a loud strained sob, shaking his head furiously, “N-no. No it wasn’t. It wasn’t,” he wipes away your single tear with his thumb.

You barely curl your lips in an attempt to smile and close your eyes, going limp in his arms. Peter bursts out in a fit of sobs and hugs you close to his body, his body trembling against yours.

Tony and the rest of the team stand around nearby, pain filling their hearts and tears welling up in their eyes as Peter cries out in misery.

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rpmcmcs · 3 years

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Writer’s Corner Discordventures RP Meme: Part Three (3)

SOME are once again a lil NSFW. Alas, enjoy the random shit we say!

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delimeful · 4 years

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you will see a better day

donation drive commission for @starrykid with the prompt: Remus dealing with intrusive thoughts and the others helping him through it.

warnings: canon setting, intrusive thoughts (a fair amount), gore mentions, implications of thoughts of self harm, Remus Going Thru It

Before, whenever he had a Bad Day, it was just more fuel on the trash fire that was his brain.

It was routine: Remus would wake up with a litany of grotesque images on the back of his eyelids, present every time he blinked or squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. These thoughts weren’t the fun kind of gross, the type that was fascinating or funny. They weren’t fun because he didn’t choose them, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get rid of them if he didn’t like them.

Guess that was how everyone else felt about you. Remus mashed a pillow over his own face as though it would muffle his own mind. What a stupid thought. He was a luxury few could afford, thank-you-very-much!

Back then, as soon as possible, he would find someone else in the Mindscape to bother, because if he had to deal with the awful thoughts carving and chipping away at the inside of his skull, it was only fair to share.

That was before, when things had been black and white and he could be a monster all he pleased because it wasn’t like anyone else thought differently. It wasn’t like Thomas thought differently.

Until he did.

And now they were all in one muddled up Mindscape and the others were trying, making an effort to clot their own bad habits and setting a place for him at the table. It was slow-going, like shoving a square peg into a circular hole, but it was also the most he’d ever had. Until something splintered, he was going to soak in every minute of it.

Or at least, that was his plan, up until he hit another Bad Day like a semi truck hit thrice-dead roadkill.

Same thoughts, same pounding (heh) headache. The difference was, now he couldn’t go word-vomit all over the nearest Side until he felt a little less like he was drowning. He was working to keep the delicate peace in his own way, and that meant not bothering the others with his… himself-ness on days like these.

He couldn’t stay in his room all day, though. For one it was boring, and for two, ever since they’d all agreed to try and cohabitate, Patton and Janus in particular were insistent on checking in if anyone acted strange. Cooping up in his room and not being his usual fantastically sickening and outrageous self would definitely pop up on their radar. If that happened, there was no way he could fool Janus outright. He preferred his own brand of frank honesty anyways, so clearly the only solution was to behave normally enough that nobody looked twice.

His version of normal, anyhow.

He groaned loudly and then dragged in a breath, manifesting a pair of slippers that looked uncannily like dead fish onto his feet. He would just have to put his excellent acting skills to use.

—-

Remus’s willpower was put to the test as soon as he reached the kitchen. A new record of his ability to destroy plans, this must be why Janus never told him anything.

Patton was spinning himself in circles on one of the round stools by the bar counter, humming a cartoon theme brightly to himself. At the stovetop, Virgil was sedately flipping pancakes, an easy set to his shoulders that meant he had probably recently taken a long-overdue nap in Logan’s room.

Normally, Remus would already be halfway into teasing the hell out of him, but now his brain felt scrambled with panic. Virgil was particularly susceptible to getting dragged into the cycle of intrusive thoughts on days like these, which meant the anxious Side was the last one he wanted to run into at the moment.

Two birds with one brick, his stupid hell brain suggested slyly. Send Virgil into a spiral and then it’ll be him who gets nagged, his fault for ruining the friendly atmosphere.

Stop it. Remus’s face twitched into a self-directed snarl for a moment, and he forced the thought away as Patton finally slowed his rotation to smile dizzily at him.

“Remus! Good morning!”

Virgil glanced over his shoulder, sending Remus’s heart rate briefly into the triple digits. Be normal be normal be normal. “Hey, Re. Morning.”

He didn’t even notice. So much for being your friend. If you’re subtle enough, you could sidle up behind him and smash his face into the hot burner—

“WHAT’S UP, FUCKERS!” Remus shouted, teeth spread in a too-wide grin. He bounced into the kitchen, depositing an assorted handful of teeth (his preferred currency) into the swear jar before Patton could say anything, and planted himself on the middle bar stool.

Patton scooted one stool closer to be next to him, because of course he did. Remus resisted the urge to start prying out handfuls of hair, his own or— no. Toned down, he was keeping it toned down. Buttcheek on a stick, this was difficult.

“Want to spin with me?” Patton asked, shifting antsily from side to side with barely contained energy.

“Whoever pukes first wins?” Remus replied automatically, and felt a bright burst of giddy joy when Patton giggle-snorted instead of recoiling.

“I think upchuck is actually supposed to mean you lose your lunch and the spinning contest, kiddo.”

Of course it did. You were designed to be the loser, even if you try to change the rules.

Remus knew that this time Patton had spotted the way his lips twitched down into a grimace, but before the fatherly side could say anything, there was the clink of ceramic plates on the counter in front of them.

“No spinning and/or vomiting if you want to eat my pancakes,” Virgil demanded, wielding a spatula threateningly at them as he clicked the stovetop off. “We’ll never hear the end of it from Princey if he has to reconjure all the furniture.”

Irrational, heated anger burned through him. Like Virgil could do anything to stop you. Social interaction was enough to give the guy a panic attack, he couldn’t tell Remus to do or not do anything—

“You good, Re?” Virgil asked, and he jerked, avoiding the other Side’s gaze as though eye contact would expose his thoughts. After a beat too long, his mind finally caught up with the plate in front of him.

His pancake was covered in a truly disgusting amount of cheese and ketchup, the way he always requested it back when they’d all been Dark Sides. Despite the fact that he always made a face back then, Virgil had made a point to remember, had done it without asking.

Like ravenous wolves, his thoughts instantly turned against him.

Pathetic. How could you think things like that about people who trust you? You shouldn’t even be here, pretending to be a person. You deserve everything coming to you.

His hand made it halfway to the fork sitting innocently next to his plate before he remembered himself. Virgil was still looking at him, clearly having caught the motion, and Remus lowered his hand, white-knuckled.

“Me, good? That’s a funny one, V-mo!” he tried to joke, but the odd edge to his voice made it fall flat. Virgil was outright frowning now, and out of the corner of his vision Patton’s eyebrows were drawing together.

“What’s wrong?” Virgil asked, his frame tight with tension and his gaze drilling into Remus. “Are you hurt?”

“I could be!” Remus blurted, trying to keep his tone saucy but ending up with something closer to desperate. “You ever think maybe bashing my skull in would be better than having to deal with its contents?”

The two of them winced, and he knew he’d given himself away completely. Shit.

Virgil reached out, and then stopped himself before he could make contact. Can you blame him? Jumping into an electrified tank of leeches would be more comfortable than willingly exposing himself to you.

Something of his internal diatribe must have shown on Remus’s face, because Virgil’s hesitant expression flickered into regret.

“Shit,” he swore, and this time Patton didn’t chide him. “I can’t-- I don’t want to send you into a spiral, Re. If I touch you, we’re just going to be stuck in a feedback loop of bad thoughts.”

“Like how you’re perpetually stuck in 2009?” Remus offered, instead of listing all the ways he could feasibly remove Virgil’s eyes from their sockets. It would almost be fun, if it wasn’t his friend’s eyes he was contemplating prying out with a spoon handle.

Virgil’s lips pulled up slightly. “Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna go get the others. They’ll be able to help you for real.”

He sunk out, and Remus’s head started to ache more severely as terrible and often gory predictions for the future began to crowd his mind. He shoved his hands into the roots of his hair and tugged ferociously.

“Hey, buddy, you shouldn’t pull on your hair like that,” a concerned voice chimed in. Remus had almost forgotten Patton was still there, sitting only a seat away.

He pulled harder on his hair, both out of spite and to distract himself from the urge to summon a weapon and see if Patton would still look at you with so much pity if you shanked his ass and tied his intestines into little bows.

“Hey, what do you call a seasick croc?” Patton asked, abruptly enough that Remus managed to shake his train of thought. He glanced up to look at the Heart, who offered him a tremulous mischievous smile. “A crocobile.”

Remus snorted, and Patton’s smile seemed to firm up.

“How about, why do ducks have tail feathers?” the moral Side asked in that same leading tone.

Remus thought for a minute. “‘Cause otherwise they’d lose their balance in flight and go splat against the nearest window?”

“I mean, maybe, but also!” Patton held up a finger for emphasis. “They have tail feathers to cover their… butt-quacks.”

There was a beat of anticipation where they both stared at each other, and then Remus threw his head back and outright cackled. Patton fist pumped in delight.

“I thought you might like that one, kiddo,” he said, beaming. Before Remus could reply, possibly with an atrocious pun of his own, Roman strode into the room.

There was a brief, awkward pause as the two of them made eye contact. Patton looked rapidly between them with concern, and Remus couldn’t blame him. Even now, their one-on-one interactions tended to end with vicious spats. They were too good, too practiced at pressing each other's buttons to settle into the newfound peace easily.

“... Bad one?” he finally asked, as though he could spot the wrong-evil-awful all over Remus from a mile away. Remus felt his expression drop into an irritable glower worthy of Anxiety, but before he could retort, Roman was seating himself primly on the communal couch.

He ran his hand through the hair at the nape of his neck in a nervous habit Remus constantly teased him about, and then straightened his shoulders and patted the cushion next to him. “I’ll… like when we were kids. If you want.”

Despite Patton’s confused head tilt, Remus got it immediately, and ignored the screaming violence in his head in favor of bodily throwing himself over the couch, jostling the hell out of his brother and eliciting a Grade-A Bitchface from him in the process. Remus grinned maliciously in return.

“Do the one that looks like a snake,” he demanded, running a hand through his hair and lengthening it. Of course, in addition, thick clumps of hair ended up falling out entirely, leaving weird-feeling bald patches that might have been interesting if he’d actually intended to create them.

“On purpose or don’t want it?” Roman asked, echoing a familiar question from their childhood. It had been a royal decree, before they grew so divided, that one had to ask before ‘fixing’ anything the other did, just in case it was on purpose.

“How are you supposed to braid what isn’t there?” Remus grumbled, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he unwillingly imagined restapling his hair to his skull. “Don’t want it.”

Roman dragged his fingers through Remus’s hair, lengthening it until it was long enough to do all sorts of stupid-complicated braids. He also made the new hair unforgivably glossy and apple-scented, but Remus could get him back for that later, when he was sure it wouldn’t be (nails through nasal cavities, a cloud of suffocating darkness, decaying hands pulling you down into freshly turned soil and burying you alive) disproportionate retribution.

Two braids later, Logan appeared, rising up in the mindscape with his tie perfectly aligned but lab goggle imprints around his eyes. He only took a moment to absorb the scene, as though it was normal that everyone was crowding around Remus attentively. “Virgil informed me that you could use some assistance?”

Remus snorted. “Maybe you can perform some impromptu brain surgery to stop me thinking? Hey, if you don’t use anesthetic, I promise not to squirm too much, doc.”

“I don’t believe that man’s ever been to medical school,” Roman quoted absently, still caught up in combining three braids together into one.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Regardless of my unfortunately lacking PhD status, I believe brain surgery to ‘stop one thinking’ is also colloquially referred to as an induced coma.”

“Perfect!” Remus cheered, and then yelped when Roman tugged on his hair harshly in retribution. Patton was making that half-pitiful, half-furious face that he always made whenever the emo talked bad about himself, strangely enough.

“There are plenty of adjectives I could use to describe such a solution, but none of them would be ‘perfect’, Remus,” Logan continued. “A more effective and patient-friendly answer would be addressing your irritating or harmful thoughts through the use of various mental health tactics.”

Easy for him to say. “That might work for Tommy-boy, but I am the harmful or irritating thoughts, remember?”

“Falsehood.” Logan declared, proving that no matter what aspect of Thomas they were, the Sides were all dramatic theater kid bastards at heart. “It has become increasingly clear that while we all formed to handle certain tasks or aspects, we are all increasingly complex at heart. None of us can be diminished to simply one trait. In the same way that Virgil is much more than the experience of anxiety, there is no logical reason to reduce yourself to the thoughts that you struggle with.”

Remus shook his head, though he wasn’t sure what part of the assertion he was resisting. Logan folded himself into a sitting position and reached over for Remus’s hand, his touch grounding.

“You’ve gotten through days like this before. You’ll continue to do so after,” Logan told him.

“I got through Bad Days by making everyone’s day bad,” Remus retorted. “I’m not you, but I’m not stupid. Nobody wants me making it into a communal event.”

“That’s what family’s for though,” Patton said, shifting closer from his own spot on the rug. “Listening. Helping. Having each other’s backs when things get tough!”

Logan’s grip didn’t falter. Roman’s presence was solid at his back. Remus was beginning to wonder if he’d snorted something hallucinogenic recently.

“The sentiment is admirable, if a bit hypocritical,” a familiar voice chimed in, and Remus looked up to see Janus leaning elegantly against the kitchen archway. Virgil elbowed his way past, ruining the dramatic pose and flopping down on the couch next to Remus. He bumped his shoe against Remus’s leg in quiet camaraderie.

“Hypocritical?” Logan echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Unless you’d like to tell me that everyone here has no problems whatsoever asking for help or expressing vulnerability on their bad days,” Janus proposed, smugly.

Logan inclined his head slightly. “Point.”

“Regardless, that doesn’t make Logic or Morality incorrect.” Janus looked at Remus intently. “None of us are allowed to simply suffer in silence, anymore.”

“I didn’t exactly suffer in silence before,” he pointed out, sounding uncannily sensible. Probably from the nerd’s proximity.

“Then you shouldn’t have a problem now, hmm?” Janus replied.

Logan sighed at them all, collectively, in general. “Look at it from this angle, Remus. Your previous coping mechanism was generally detrimental due to your lack of options and isolation. Now, you have neither of those holding you back. With knowledge and assistance, you can only improve from here on out.”

Now, that was doubtful. “And what if I don’t, huh? What if I just get worse?”

“Then we’ll still be here.” Logan squeezed his hand, and Janus confirmed his words with a nod, and even though his mind was cluttered and overwhelming, they were all still there at his side without complaint.

Maybe it wasn’t too much to ask, after all.

“Well, what are we trying first?”

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balkanmermaid · 2 years

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Celestial (13)

Summary: Kamael and Hella explore each other’s thoughts... and memories, because of course unpleasant experiences like to stay with us for a while – sometimes for longer than we think.

Berlinerstraße, Berlin.

‘Kamael lives really close to me,’ a thought comes to my mind as I follow him. We are slowly getting closer and closer to his place. I love the street already. A fluffy carpet of colorful fallen leaves has swallowed our feet and the noises they make, and more colorful leaves are making the wind whistle when it weasels through them.

The block of flats on number 60 is probably ancient, but it looks in a solid condition. It seems to have been painted in white over and over in order for the old paint not to peel.

“Here we go.”

He jerks his head back, nodding long, dark hair away from his face, and points ahead of himself. “It’s that white flat over there, not this one.” He chuckles warmly, wiggling his eyebrows at me and shaking his head, as if chiding me. I frown. I want to sit down already – I have had my load of exercises for today, thank you. I feel exhausted, and my legs are about to start hurting even worse. I want to stop walking at last. Please.

But then again, why not tease him back?

I instantly get an idea and grin, tapping his shoulder as I hop away from him with a giggle. “Tag, you’re it!” I say, exploding into laughter, and I run off as fast as I can.

“Oh yeah?” Kamael calls out from behind me, laughing himself. He sprints after me, catching up with me quickly and following suit. He is almost breathing in the back of my neck. Dammit, just how quick is that guy?

Too late, though. I have outran him, and I manage to reach his block of flats first. I think I owe this quick pace to the years I have spent jogging as an early-morning warm-up for my karate practise.

“So you’re on which floor?” I call out over my shoulder.

“The first.”

Cos you’re number one, a silly, playful thought pops up in my head. I try to hold it back and end up giggling in the end. But because we are still running, Kamael cannot hear much.

To my surprise, he is catching up with me almost without a problem, I notice as my breath slowly comes short and my body exhausts itself quickly and steadily. I think both of us are going to need a deserved break after all this running around - and we are going to need it pretty soon, too. As soon as we get to his place, in fact.

“I’ve been jogging for years, by the way. Your karate is just something I took up because I got fed up with all that running,” Kam tells me out of the blue.

“Hah, should I be impressed?” I chuckle, still on the run. Oh, no way in hell am I letting him beat me, even if he tries to distract me with talking. “I’m glad you’ve been taking care of yourself, though. Jogging is a lovely thing, especially early in the morning when there isn’t anyone around yet, because they’re still asleep.”

“Yeah, right?” He grins at me in agreement. “I get up early, anyway. And when I do so, I have some cereal and then I go for a run. Every morning is a true treasure.”

As we chat, I notice how much closer to his apartment we seem to be now. That’s it, girl. Almost there. Just a few more meters, and the victory is-

Like the absolute loser I am, I trip into something and crash against Kamael’s door with a huge noise as I fall. My hand immediately finds the door’s handle, and I squeeze it for support, holding onto it, but that does not help. I slip and end up sitting on my butt on the doormat, with a tiny ache in my buttcheeks.

“Oh dear, you better be careful next time!” Kamael laughs, helping me up. “Everything alright?” his eyes sweep over me quickly, checking for bruises.

“Yeah.” The ache seems to be fading already, so that means I cannot have gotten bruised - or, at least, not too badly. “Who wins?” I ask with a cheeky grin.

Kamael is not even a little out of breath – or is hiding that perfectly well – which both annoys me and makes me smile. And it adds to the surprises. Hell, I had no idea he could run that quickly, or that he was far more fit than I thought he would be. That guy is brimming with surprises over the top… but hey, they are all pleasant, so it’s all cool.

“I guess it’ll be safest to say nobody,” he replies as he's letting us in.

“You can claim the victory for yourself if you want it, though.”

Here, I notice something different and weird – is that sadness on his face? Fuck. Did I say something wrong?

Before I can scold myself, though – if we suppose my words or actions had been the reason for his sudden, drastic mood change – BANG. Kamael is smiling again, his eyes sparkling with life like two little seas of happiness. And although that face of his makes my heart melt with sweetness, I cannot help but notice that this sudden smile looks sort of fishy. Like he is trying to suppress something, to hide it from me behind that smile.

The thought of this feels like a stab in my stomach. My heart gets heavy for a moment as I walk after Kamael towards his apartment. Again, I am disappointing someone… Maybe I was wrong to let myself fall in love again. Maybe I should just excuse myself at some point and tell him I’d rather we just be friends and go home…!

“Ach so, tatsächlich?” I tease him, trying to pretend I am all cheery and upbeat. It feels so easy, so natural to treat him with kindness, joke with him and be his friend. And it feels so easy to slip into loving him from that point… “Und wieso denn bist du so beschieden, hm? Du liebst es, wenn du etwas gewinnen hast, hab' ich recht?" Oh please. I might be joking… but I might also not be. Kamael Corbeau is a little of both. I know him… maybe better than I believe I actually do.

I feel the corners of my mouth lift. I grin at Kamael.

“Na, ich antworte sofort.” Kamael now looks me straight in the eyes. That dark blue gaze is trying to hypnotize me, I can tell - and I feel a shiver run down my spine just from the intensity of his eyes. But he is getting nowhere with this. “Ich lass’ dich alles haben… weil ich will dich glücklich für immer sehen. Und ich werde alles tun…”

Here, he leans in so close that his warm breath caresses my face, and our noses touch for a moment.

“...alles, sodass wir bleiben glücklich.”

“Die beiden von uns, zusammen,” I finish his thoughts. We pull apart, but not our eyes, and our eyes are still locked while he opens his door. Right after it has been shut behind our backs, we kiss.

Unlike the first time we kissed, this time it goes smoother. My lips instantly find his, my hands - his neck and his own - my waist. His lips brush against mine softly like a feather, never allowing themselves to press completely into mine – oh, is that teasing? You’ll see, Kamael.

We pull apart just once more to take our shoes off hastily. He gives me a pair of warm slippers, then gets a pair for himself as well and disappears. Upon his return, guess you what...

He picks me up, holding me by the buttocks, and a gasp spills from my mouth, a wave of heat enveloping my whole body. I kiss him, looping my arms around his neck, and my legs wrap around his body, mine seeking his. I can feel the adrenaline rising inside me. What is he even doing? My blood is starting to buzz inside my ears as my heart beats faster and faster. My stomach churns with hunger. Fuck. I want him.

We enter the guest room, and Kamael lets me go, leading me to the beds, pushing me on top of one of them. Our lips and bodies are still tightly pressed against each other, every single movement of theirs bringing pleasure and a thirst for more and more of this. Kamael even shrugs his shirt off, crawling on top of me, the feeling of his bare chest against my hands - skin against skin - driving me even more insane, making me ease my jeans off, and he gets the hint, his caresses spreading over my legs and buttocks now. Damn it, can it feel even more perfect than this?

I breathe in the smell of his skin, and his lemon and violet perfume fills my nose with its pleasant refreshing scent. How much more captivating can this man become?

Our caresses never cease, my hands moving from over his waist and back onto his chest, shoulders and neck to his face and slithering into his hair (his hair, oh heavens, it’s so heavenly soft), and his hands gently running over my sides, thighs and waist, making me sigh and shiver. We kiss again and again and again – and then my brain decides to be the usual asshole.

“...Let’s repeat this just to be sure: you don’t mind doing it here, out in the open. In the toilet. Good… Let me help you take those clothes off.”

A fling, that was what it was. A fling with a guy I crashed into at a birthday party while I was still in high school, back when the only thing that mattered to me is to have a boyfriend, because nearly every other girl had one - because it was ‘trendy’ in a way, and because I felt needy, I felt I couldn’t do as fine on my own as I would with someone else.

A fling with a guy who turned out to have kleptomania and steal things like people’s keys or lighters, and pyromania, as he then set those things on fire with the lighters… and once burnt down the doghouse of a good friend of mine. Her pet managed to save itself only because of a miracle, and she began hating me, as I was associated with him, and then other friends around us two shunned me… and I had to chase my boyfriend with a knife to make sure he was not going to set my home on fire, because, as it turned out, that was his other - and last - intention.

And then in goes the second relationship.

Two years. Two years of my life chipped away and fell into forgetfulness after those two weeks tumbled down into the past. At a gaming club, I crashed into my second boyfriend. Interested in the same games as me, liked the same movies I did, talked about history and science with me. He even took up reading because of me, and we ended up citing each other passages of books and making up theatre plays based around parts of novels, and we had fun like that together. And we also tried paintball for the first time - and man, was it cool!

The reason we fell apart? Different opinions about nearly everything - which does not mean he hated what I loved, or vice-versa. We just disagreed about things. A lot.

And the third one?

God, there… there was truly a third one, right? There was, was there? Someone to pick me up after I had fallen from the grace that the safety in a relationship made me feel… someone to reassure me and make me believe that, no matter what, life goes on.

Someone that turned out to be my next relationship.

Someone I suddenly stopped ever seeing or talking with again; someone I felt I had always known.

Memories.

Memories I thought I had forgotten.

“What the hell…”

“What... Hella, what’s wrong?”

My jeans are already on the floor, like Kamael’s shirt. He withdraws his hand from between my legs, and the two of us sit on his bed, staring at each other breathlessly. Kamael is surprised – shocked and pained, even. Again. I hurt him again.

Again.

We meet again.

It’s him. It’s the guy I last met before he flew over to France to study art, it’s the guy I promised I’d write to at least three times a week. It’s the guy I last kissed in my life, it’s the guy I was last close with, the guy I last saw a movie with, the guy I last talked about philosophy with, the guy that last walked me home. It’s the guy I left, and the guy who left me, as we both said our goodbyes in our minds when he flew away from the country.

It’s that one guy who, much like a phantom, like a shadow, keeps following me everywhere I go from inside my mind and heart, protecting me, looking over me. It’s that one guy who, in spite of constantly being scared of hurting me again, cannot stay away from me, keeps talking with me and wants to be in my life in spite of everything.

It’s him. All the memories are rushing back - the moment we entered the apartment, I took the little vial out from my inner coat pocket and drank it to the last drop. All my memories instantly rushed back in. And my fate - our fate - was sealed.

Kamael presses his lips together and exhales noisily. His hands caress me gently still, and he leans against me, wrapping his arms around me, offering me his warmth.

“Once a mess, always a mess, regardless of how much time passes, huh…” he mutters. A bitter smile appears on his face, and he squints his eyes, shaking his head slowly. “Oh, and...” He stares at the distance behind my back. His eyes seem to be going through me; he isn’t talking to me anymore, even though his arms still lovingly snake around my body, keeping me close in a gentle, yet firm fashion.

“...I’ll have to kill Stefan... fucking awesome... kill him as a welcome back. Him and everyone else... how perfect!” He chokes on the last word and lets go of me, his arms weakening their hold of my body.

Ah, what a mess. I made him feel like shit just by opening my mouth once. What a nice payback, I find him again and welcome him into my life, and all the circumstances try to push us away from each other again.

Have we been fated to not be together whatever happens, or what?

We lie like that for what feels like forever, each of us engulfed by their own ocean of worries, drowning in it without a way out. Occasionally, either Kamael sighs, or I exhale a bit louder than before, lips still pressed together in a constant grimace of helplessness.

We are lost.

But at least we’re in this together.

We get up in silence a few minutes later. The rest of the time flies away fast, and we barely notice it, lips still sealed against our own will. I can feel that Kamael still wants to keep talking – perhaps he wants to tell me what is torturing him. I bet the same would stand true for me if I dared ask him to talk to me again.

But I don’t.

He cooks us some potatoes with garlic and dill – in the oven – and we have two pints of Pilsner along with them in complete silence. I still do not know what to say, and neither does Kamael. If there was no beer I could busy myself with drinking, I would have found it one hell of an awkward time. I make sure I finish my food quickly as usual and am left staring stupidly at the table. Now at least I have something to do, something to drink.

We switch to wine with fruits as a dessert.

On the fifth glass and the fifth piece of apple, I feel nothing anymore. Time to stop drinking. The sadness has ebbed. And even if I feel empty now, at least I no longer feel sad. This is at least a step towards getting better, isn’t it?

“I’ve changed, babe,” Kamael blurts out suddenly. “I ain’ gon’ be like y’er exes, ya know it…”

And he never has been, either.

That isn’t to say they were monsters – of course they weren’t. But being with him can’t compare to my previous experiences. I had no idea dating someone could be such a relief, so fun, so... nice. And even though back then I pulled away, scared that this relationship would also go down the drain... I can trust him again. I’m aching to. You don’t have to shoulder everything alone, Hells, a memory of his voice echoes in my head.

Or has he said it just now?

I look up, slightly startled by his words. It takes a few seconds for me to relax, for his words to stop ringing inside my whole being, and for me to get used to them. I give him a soft smile. The alcohol must have caught him. The thought of that makes me chuckle. Thank goodness his glass is empty already and he is to drink no more.

Of course you’re not gonna be like them, I think to myself. You weren’t like them. And you aren’t now, either, I can see that.

“I love you, Hella. Mo’ tha’ anythin’ out there. I’ve ne’er stopped lovin’ you.”

My heart skips a beat; for a moment, it feels like a cold hand made out of ice has grabbed it and is clenching it tightly. Then it lets go and, with it, a wave of warm relief washes over my body, bringing tears of joy to my eyes.

He’s back. He’s finally back. Back home.

And back to me.

“I know,” I whisper, two tears sliding from underneath my eyelids, my eyes closing as I lean into him and my arms pull him as close as possible. “I love you, too.”

We shower, washing each other with warm water and shower gel. I feel much lighter than before now; the regret is no longer heavy as lead on my shoulders; instead, the joy and gratitude of having him back are making me finally feel relaxed, if very exhausted from the sudden shift of emotions.

I am with him now. He loves and accepts me the way I am, and I love and accept him back. And we will do anything for each other.

This is everything that matters.

“I don’ giv’ a crap abou’ Aster, ‘kay?” I catch myself mumbling. “I jus’ wan’ everyone t’ get safe outta this shit.”

“So do I. Tha’s why we’ll help ‘em get out... together.”

We smile at each other, and I feel that, right now, the moment is finally right. When we kiss again, our bodies get drawn together as if by magic, and everything moves in a perfect rhythm against one another - our lips, our tongues, our fingers through one another’s hair and over one another’s skin, our bodies. A soft moan then suddenly flutters through the air, and the next ones threatening to spill from my lips get drowned as our tongues seek each other.

Things will get better. Right from this night on. Next morning will be so much better, I think as I whisper into Kamael’s ear that I know him, that he loves his brothers and is not going to kill any of them because of the stupid demons they are possessed by.

Next morning we will wake up, and all the answers will be staring us in the face, all the riddles will be easy to answer.

But in order to solve them, we need sleep.

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stachmousworld · 4 years

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Steve is dumb (Part 3)

Tags: Somnophilia kink, Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, a lot of teasing too, unprotected sex, breeding kink.

Summary: Steve finally gets some action.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

A week later

Steve couldn’t believe it. He threw his jacket on his couch and flopped on it. He laid there staring at the ceiling.

This entire night has been shitty. Entirely shitty.

There were no words for what happened. Sylvie, his wife, has been hellbent on meeting everyone in the goddamn room and has flashed her jewelry to everyone who didn’t even care. She hadn’t tried to stay polite and had dismissed a lot of influential people. The same people who financed his art department.

He needed to call Tony and ask him to do some control damage. They were supposed to raise some money to help students pay their tuitions. Steve was afraid that Sylvie had ruined it. He had known from the get-go that she was vain. But tonight had been particularly awful. She has raised the bar and broke her own record.

Someone knocked on his door. Before Steve could speak the door swung open revealing a disheveled Bucky. He was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. His pants were still open. His face was red. There were a few hickeys on the top of his chest and his hair was down. Steve took a deep breath not ready to enter this territory right now. Or ever.

“I’m sorry Stevie, but I gotta go. Some kind of emergency,” he struggled with his pants. “Fuck, my belt is still in her room. Well, fuck it.” He pulled his hair into a bun. “Can you do something for me?” he asked urgently.

Steve waved his hand telling him to go on.

“I…I know we haven’t really talk since last week but tonight was supposed to be really special,” he babbled. “You know that we talked about somnophilia and how she was really excited to do it, right?” Steve barely hummed. “We were supposed to do that tonight. She is already asleep, and I barely got the time to prepare her that…” He showed his phone. “Emergency.”

Steve sat slowly upright. “You want me to have sex with my stepdaughter, while she is sleeping, and she doesn’t know that it’s me?”

“Well, it’s her biggest fantasy, Steve.” Steve opened his mouth to argue. “No, listen. She had told me about her…” He looked behind him as if she’d popped up. “fantasy journal.” He finished in a whisper as if it made sense to Steve. “Please, Steve, I beg you. I promised her.”

“Yeah, YOU promised her to fuck her. Not me,” he rectified, stretching his sore muscles.

“But it’s literally her fantasy. I-I-I.” Bucky threw his hands in the air. “Ok, you know what, I’m going to send you the screenshots of our convo and let you decide.”

Bucky tapped angrily on his screen and puffed. He put back his phone in his bag and left the room with little to no words.

Steve staid still, ignoring his phone. He took a few breaths to calm the small buzz below his skin. Once the phone stopped vibrating, he finally decided to give in. He should go to sleep and pretend nothing happened. He should put his phone back on the table and leave the room. He should…

Despite his resolved, he unlocked his phone and read the messages. All 10 of them. They went from descriptive to porn. Some had a plot and others were just about her being his “cum dump”.

It took him way more time register the words on the phone. She really…really wanted that. Steve bit his lips and rose to his feet. Before he could chicken out and go to his room, where his drunk wife was probably passed out, he walked to his stepdaughter room.

The air was unbearable. Every time Steve inhaled, he was unfairly attacked by a sweet carnal scent. Arousal and sweat. Steve closed the door behind him and pressed his back against the cool wood.

“What are you doing, Steve?” He asked himself. “You should go to your bed and forget about this crazy night.”

Instead, his body moved by itself. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pants, letting the silky material slide on the floor. He bent to take them and played with the material. Why was it so difficult? He sighed and folded his clothes. His boxers were next.

“That’s it,” he said to no one. “I’m really going to cross that line.”

He walked to the bed and slid under the cover. He laid there, still, eyes on the ceiling. Her breathing was shallow and rhythmic. He got lulled by it for a second. Until his arousal was hard to ignore. His hard cock stood proudly between his legs.

He took a deep breath, readying himself, and scooted toward her. He pushed her on her back and laid on her. She was still deeply sleeping.

“What am I doing?” he whispered, lost. He nudged her legs open and instinctively rocked his hips against hers. He hissed and moan as his cock slid between her lips. Wet noises could be heard even from under the cover. Steve accented his thrusted, pressing against the warmth and wetness.

“God, so good,” he moaned into her ears, before kissing her neck. He sucked and bit the appetizing relaxed tendon. His mind whirled around his pleasure and all his fears went through the window.

It was becoming unbearably hot under the cover. Steve threw them away, still thrusting. If he stopped…if he stopped…his mind shut down. Under the moon natural light, her body was ethereal. Even in his dreams he never could have imagined it.

Attracted by the brown areola, he leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth. He grazed softly the hardening bead with his teeth. He tried to take more of her boob in his mouth and almost choke. Steve went back to sucking and licking until both her breasts was covered in his own saliva.

He started palming her boobs enjoying the weight. “What am I doing?” he asked again. He grabbed his dick and slapped her clit. He slid the tip of his dick on her hole and froze. He had forgotten the condom. He barely repressed a relieved sigh. Maybe it was his way out. He’d go out of the bed and realize how stupid he was. Yeah…that was a…

The body underneath moved, yet so slightly, but enough for his tip to enter her willing body. Steve’s mind shut down. Again. His instincts, needs and deeper feelings took over.

He finally let go.

He leaned forward and pushed into her. He wanted to be gentle…He wanted to take it slow…he swore it was true…but…she was too tight, to wet…he had wanted to do that for so…

He let out a screamed as he slammed into her. Her boobs jostled under the force. She was still sleeping. The dark side of Steve rejoiced in her stillness. He wanted her to wake up as he pounded into her. He wanted to see her wake up with his cum leaking from her hole and a certain ache…

He leaned down and muttered to her ears. “Such a good Baby girl. So good for Daddy.” If the words had sounded so surreal in his dreams, hearing himself pronouncing them made everything concrete. He was fucking his stepdaughter and she wanted him.

Steve’s eyes rolled as his greedy pleasure grew. “I’ll fuck you tomorrow, don’t worry.” He bit her lobe “One you wake up I’ll fuck you 6 ways till Sunday. I’ll fuck you in the car, on the table, in the garden for everyone to see…”

He grabbed her legs, bending them onto her chest and pounded deeper into her. His balls slapped against her ass. God…she took all of him.

He gazed at her in awe. His orgasm was near. He fastened the pace enjoying the contact of their hips. He’d let a bruise he was sure. She’d finally belong to him. Fuck…his balls were tight and heavy.

“Daddy’s going to cum into you. You like that don’t you?” Her walls spasmed against his hard shaft. He gave threw sharp thrusts and came. Deep inside.

Fuck!

He fell onto her, not caring if he was too heavy. He wanted to enjoy her body a little bit longer.

It took him a few minutes to calm down and get his breathing under control. He kissed her sweaty face, rolled besides her and stood up. He took the time to cover her, but before palming her breasts a little longer.

Steve groaned at his indecisiveness.

Go, go now, his rational side screamed at him. You’ve done it, so go now.

She started moving in her sleep. She rolled onto her front and bend her right leg high. High enough for Steve to see his cum profusely dripping from her greedy hole.

He dropped his clothes and climbed back on the bed. He kissed her back, licking her spine. He slapped a few times her buttcheeks enjoying the roundness. He pressed two fingers in. Her eyebrows furrowed making him grin. A little more and she’d wake up. How would she react? Would she be thrilled that she finally got what she wanted or disgusted? No…definitely not disgusted. Her fantasies had been to wild and recurrent for her not to really want it.

The door creaked open. Steve pulled the cover over both of their body and laid flat on her. Why the fuck was Sylvie still awake? Steve felt the adrenaline pumping into his veins mixing with the overall arousal. In other words, he was hard as a rock and the hot body beneath didn’t help. His dick was perfectly nestled between her lips. A little more and he’d be inside of her.

He closed his eyes and grimaced under the torturous choice. Sylvie didn’t come in the room. She stayed at the doorframe. Steve couldn’t make up what she was saying, through all the blood rushing through his body.

Just a little…he thrusted forward and was easily welcomed into her tight pussy. He cussed under his breath, not really caring if Sylvie heard him. Even after being thoroughly pounded she was still tight. Steve dropped his head on her back, hands roaming her sides. He grabbed other leg and bent it. His dick slid deeper and deeper.

Steve’s carnal needs snapped. He bit her neck and started moving slowly. All that mattered was the warmth around him and the wet slid. He’d never leave her warmth.

Never.

That’s why it took him more times to realize that Sylvie has stopped talking. He barely moved when she pulled the cover, enough for the top of her stepdaughter’s head was visible. She leaned and kissed her.

“It’s a furnace under these covers. I don’t know how you can breathe,” she stated, pulling the rest of the cover. Steve’s breath halted. Fortunately, Sylvie’s phone rang, before she could see him. She groaned and left the room quickly.

Steve exhaled. His hips kept moving chasing some sort of relief. If he’d been on the edge before, he was now hyperaware. His nerves were on fire, his brain overstimulated.

Sylvie could have seen them. Sylvie could have seen balls deep inside her sleepy stepdaughter. Steve chuckled. He went on his hands and accelerated. His hips met her butt making the full globes bounce. His balls slapped her clit repeatedly.

He growled and tensed when she started moaning. He grabbed her hair in his fists and slammed into her. He didn’t even care if she woke up. All he wanted was to breed the hell out of her. The brief image of her heavily pregnant triggered his climax.

He choked on his saliva and trembled. His hips stuttered as his cum coated her walls. He snaked a hand to her clit and rubs furiously.

“Come one! Come on, cum,” he growled into her ear. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are.”

A few seconds later and her whole body tensed and spasmed under him. He kept thrusting until he was sure her womb was full of his cum.

Steve whined and cried as he rubbed his callous hand over her belly.

“God, I’m fucked”, he sighed.

Final Part

#steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes × black!reader #somnophilia #consensual #steve rogers smut #smut

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no-gorms · 4 years

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Hi! If you're alright with a request, can you do something with Steve or Tony sitting in the other's lap as a joke? Or refusing to sit in the other's lap? Thanks! Feel free to ignore this if you're busy or uninspired or whatever.

Hello, this is ridiculous but I hope you like!

Steve/Tony, lap-sitting, background Bruce/Nat (also on ao3)

It’s nice to visit the Barton farm on their own terms, without the threat of world annihilation looming over their heads. A city boy Steve may be, but he gets the appeal of the place – the peace, the quiet, and especially the (comforting illusion of) distance from the never-ending stream of Avengers-related problems back in the city. Here it is calm, and here they can recharge.

Not that the others seem interested in recharging. They’re all outside the house: Natasha and Clint are having an intensely polite disagreement on how to handle the grill, Thor and Sam are chasing and being chased by various Barton kids, and Bruce and Tony seem to be yelling at each other about the chairs.

Steve’s on the porch, a glass of lemonade in his hand. He follows the steps down, into the thick of Bruce’s huffing at Tony.

“That’s my jacket,” Bruce is saying, his hands on his hips. He’s looming over the only deck chair among the series of wooden chairs, in which Tony is sitting in with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“That doesn’t mean dibs,” Tony says. “If you wanted the deck chair—”

“Then I should have put something of mine on it to call dibs? Is that what I should have done?” Bruce looks up at Steve’s approach. “Cap, Tony stole my chair.”

“I already said that we can share,” Tony says.

“There are other chairs, Bruce,” Steve points out.

“It’s the principle of it,” Bruce says quietly.

“Look, right here.” Tony pats his lap. “Is it the view, is that what you want? Come on, make yourself comfy.”

Bruce hums thoughtfully. “What if I Hulk out and then sit on you?”

“Bruce,” Steve says.

“Maybe you can ask Cap to build you another one,” Tony says.

“I thought building things was your specialty,” Bruce says.

“Tony, just let Bruce have the chair,” Steve says.

“Why are you taking his side!” Tony exclaims.

“Because he knows a chair thief when he sees one,” Bruce says. “I could flatten you. Like that.”

“No, you’re what, 170? That’s nothing. Come on.” Tony gestures at himself, while Bruce’s face twists in irritation. “It’s early, but you can tell Santa Stark what you want for Christmas.”

“You’re both being ridiculous.” Steve doesn’t exactly know why he does it. It’s probably a combination of the easy atmosphere, Bruce’s petty seething, Tony’s petty mockery, and the refreshing ridiculousness of their arguing about a chair instead of anything really important, which makes Steve want to take the most nonsensical route as is befitting the situation.

So Steve sits on Tony’s lap. He does it over Tony’s squawk of surprise, his back facing Tony and his feet flat on the ground, with his knees and Tony’s knees in rough alignment. Steve takes care to spread his weight carefully to avoid squashing him, though the solid muscle of Tony’s thighs really do seem to take his weight just fine.

Bruce blinks a few times. His expression clears. “Okay, this works for me. Enjoy your deck chair.” He happily trots over to another empty chairand sits down.

“Nooooo,” Tony whines, his voice somewhere to the left of Steve’s neck. “I’m being crushed. I’m dying. This is cruel, even for you.”

“The view is nice, actually,” Steve says.

“Not that I can see anything now, thanks,” Tony grumps.

Steve takes another sip of his drink. “Why did Bruce want this chair?”

“He’s just holding a grudge because he thinks I took his chair on the Quinjet earlier,” Tony says.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but that’s only ‘cause, like, I thought he’d want to sit next to Nat.”

Steve sighs. “Tony.”

“What!” Tony shifts a little, and Steve moves his weight higher up to reduce pressure on Tony’s knees. It’s kind of nice, actually – Tony’s lapis firm but with some cushiony give, though Steve will definitely get up in a minute or so once his point is made. “So if Bruce thinks I just have a weird chair-stealing fixation, then he can keep on believing that I’m dumb enough to not have noticed that that thing is going on.”

“Or maybe you can just not interfere at all,” Steve suggests.

“Oh please, like you haven’t not done anything yourself.”

“I haven’t been reduced to stealing furniture, no.”

“I have lows that will surprise even you.” Tony pauses. “As do you, apparently.”

Steve laughs under his breath. “Yeah.” He glances over at Bruce, who’s made his comfortable sitting in one chair, and his legs propped up on another. “Okay, Bruce is looking better, so please don’t antagonize him any more than necessary, all right?”

Steve starts to move his weight forward onto his feet but is stopped by Tony’s quiet: “No, Steve, wait, wait.” Tony’s voice is urgent and barely above a whisper. His hands come to Steve’s waist, fluttering lightly as though unsure if he’s allowed to touch or not. “Just – just don’t move yet, okay?”

Steve immediately tenses up, his first thought being that he’s hurt Tony. He carefully inches to the side a little, hoping to ease the pressure on Tony’s lap, and this is when he feels something twitch under his right buttcheek.

Steve freezes, Tony freezes, and the whole world briefly takes on the shocking glow of revelation, before it fades and devolves back to a relaxed and scenic daytime barbecue. A couple of yards away, Thor is holding Mjolnir out and letting a pair of the Barton kids swing from the handle.

“Ah.” Steve adds quickly, “Tony, it’s okay. You don’t need to freak out.”

“Me?” Tony says. “You think I’m the one who should be freaking out?”

Steve rolls his eyes, though Tony can’t see it. “I’m afraid to have to tell you this, but your appreciation of my ass is not subtle.”

“Okay fair, but, uh… that’s just, you know, aesthetic appreciation and this is, um…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Steve says gently. “You want to me stay until it goes down? I can tell you some bad jokes, if it helps? Sam told me some doozies the other day.”

Tony doesn’t reply. Steve moves again, only to find that the tell-tale length feels rather more solid than it was five seconds ago.

“Wait, really?” Steve says in disbelief.

“It’s sexy, okay!” Tony hisses. “When you’re sweet and thoughtful it’s really sexy! If you want to help, you need to not do anything or say anything.”

“All right. Oh.” Steve shuts his mouth and keeps it shut. At least, he tries to keep it shut and be quiet, but he’s compelled to say out loud, “Sexy? Really?”

“You know what does not help? You saying that word.”

“Sexy? Or sex?”

“Steve!” Tony digs his fingers into Steve’s sides, making him half-yelp half-laugh. “Come on, you’ve been really mean to me today!”

“All right, sorry.” Steve releases a slow, calming exhale. “I’m sorry, I’ll be nice.” Then, because he can’t help himself from grabbing a once-in-a-blue-moon chance, “Just like how your thighs are nice.”

“Steve!” Tony exclaims. “Uh. Really?”

“Very solid.” Steve nods. “Comfy.”

“Oh. Thanks. I mean, I try not to miss leg day.”

“Excellent results.”

“Cool. Very cool. Yep. Okay, you can get off—I mean, you can…” Tony groans, which is Steve’s cue to slide off of Tony’s lap entirely and parkhis butt on the significantly less-warm and less-comfy slats of the deck chair.

Tony swings his legs over to one side and plants his feet on the ground, so that they’re effectively sitting by side. Tony doesn’t cross his legs, but Steve can see that he wants to.

They sit like that for a handful of weighty seconds, while the smell of the grill wafts over. Someone might even have yelled that the food is ready, not that Steve’s been paying attention.

Steve clears his throat. “You feeling better?”

“Yep,” Tony says. “Much. Thanks. But I think I’ll stay here for a while.”

“You want me to get a plate for you?”

“You would?” Tony definitely aborts crossing his legs just then, which is all sorts of flattering. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thanks.”

Steve stands up. He could go and will go, but Tony’s starting to look miserable, which just won’t do. “Okay,” Steve says, firmly but kindly, “Iam sorry that I made you uncomfortable—”

“Geez, Steve,” Tony sighs.

“—but would it make you feel better if I had one, too?”

“I don’t…” Tony trails off, his eyes widening. He slowly looks up at Steve. “You do?”

“Not right now, but I could.” This is 100% the wrong place for this, but isn’t it just like Steve’s life to dangle opportunities at the most inopportune moment. “For you. If it’d make you feel better.” Steve wills meaning into the words, and doubly wills Tony to understand.

“I… think it would,” Tony says slowly. “But not right now. Like you said.”

“Later?” Steve says, just to be sure.

Tony nods. “Later. Okay. Yeah.”

Steve smiles, and feels a leap in his chest when Tony responds with a dazed smile of his own.

“Good,” Steve says softly, and bounds off to get some lunch for both of them.

Though Steve’s enhanced hearing means that he still catches Tony’s under-the-breath, “What just happened?”

#scaramouche writes superhusbands fic #anonymous #superhusbands #SILLY THINGS

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florbexter · 4 years

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for the prompts: maybe tine being sick/hurt and doing something weird to sarawat and saying “you just healed me” to make a worried sarawat laugh?? thank you! and stay safe!

Ahhhh I’m so sorry! This got totally lost in my drafts which is the proof that you really shouldn’t write while being tipsy ^^°

I hope you like this, happy reading ❤

2gether Ficlet

Tine still felt a bit whoopy if he was totally honest and may have lied a bit when he had told the nurse that everything was okie dokie. Which was also the explanation as to why he only noticed they were in Sarawats flat when his boyfriend gently helped him to lay down on the couch.

“What are we doing here?”, he asked and winced when the wound on his stomach tweaked. Where were the good painkillers?

“You wanted to come here,” Sarawat said and Tine was one second away to tell him how cute the strained little frown between his eyebrows was while he tried to make it as comfortable as possible for Tine.

“I did?”, he asked, more to himself than as an answer to Wat because he knew he had said a lot, especially in the recovery room and it was really a blessing that no one of his friends was allowed in there because they would have a field day with the amount of video-footage they could have filmed of him, half-drugged.

“Maybe they should have kept you for a few days longer,” Sarawat said but Tine waved his concern away.

“It’s only an appendix removal, that happens every day.”

“Really?” And there is was, the smug little teasing smile hiding in the corner of Sarawat’s mouth. Tine reached up with his arms to pat him against his cheeks because Sarawat’s smiles were the best smiles.

“I recall you saying that you would probably die while we brought you to the hospital and that I have to mourn for two years until I’m allowed to love again,” Sarawat said, a bit muffled because Tine was still squeezing his cheeks.

“And I stand by my words,” Tine said and then winced again because moving his arms like that really wasn’t working for his stomach and the operation wound.

“You okay?” Sarawat’s hands hovered over his lower body and Tine really didn’t like the concern on his face.

“You know what would help?” Sarawat’s eyes snatched up to him. “What?”

“Turn around please.”

Sarawat turned around and Tine smiled at the two-round buttcheeks, clad in tight, black running shorts.

“What are you looking at?”

Tine smiled even wider. “You just healed me,” he said and raised an arm to pat the firm buttocks for good measure. He snuggled back in his pillows while Sarawat looked at him in disbelief.

“Bring me some more painkillers, while you're at it.”

#2gether the series #humour #established relationship #sarawatine #crack #sick!fic #when is this over prompts #ficlet

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trustmypoisong7 · 4 years

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Purple Butterfly

This is actually JUST an imagination.

— smut

— GOT7 x y/n

- this will totally be inappropriate to young audiences so please, leave if you're below 18

— there may be typo errors and grammatical errors so forgive me for that

— Again, THIS IS PURE IMAGINATION.

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You and Mark went back to the hotel after taking out your orders after treating you to a luxurious restaurant which you thought was a date, it was not.

Mark let you enter the lobby first by holding the door open and the doorman held it as Mark entered after you.

You greeted some people in the lobby as they have already recognized you since you were always there at the hotel every week.

"Please press our floor." Mark said with his low, husky voice.

"Yes sir." You playfully saluted and pressed the '9' button.

"Why'd you take me out on a fancy restaurant if it wasn't even a date?" You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.

Mark averted his eyes quickly as he wasn't trying to focus on your breasts as you cross your arm.

He cleared his throat then faced the elevator door before answering, "Let's just say I wanted to try it there and I needed a plus one to get in there."

"User." You said as you smiled. The door 'dinged' then it opened, you went out first and he followed. You turned right and at the end of the hall, since you had the key card, you opened it revealing a very noisy guys. Jinyoung was trying to watch television in peace but then laughing at what Jackson jokes about, Yugyeom and Bambam were their usual younger selves, playing around, Jaebeom was trying to join Jinyoung in acting as if he's quiet too and watching with him but then ended up laughing at how hilarious Jackson is. And also there's Youngjae who makes everyone laugh louder 'cause of his laugh.

"What the hell have you all been doing?" You asked, trying to silence down the noise by turning the tv off. Mark placed the take out on the table and washed his hands and then joined the others.

"So, how was your date?" Jackson asked, sitting on the bed as if he was a kid and was about to listen to story time.

"See, Mark. Told you it was a date." I grinned and Mark just chuckled.

"It was quiet. I did most of the talking." I answered Jackson, making Mark react.

Yugyeom and Bambam quietly peeked into the take out and getting what's theirs without being noticed. But of course, they were noticed, by Mark.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Please leave me some food or else." You widen your eyes to all of them, trying to threaten but ended up laughing instead.

"Go enjoy your bath, I'll save you some, don't worry." Jaebeom said as he stood up and looked at the take out.

You placed your towel on the towel rack and and your clothes on the table beside the sink. You undress and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature from default cold to just enough warmth.

As you were waiting for it to change, you heard one of the guys, obviously Jackson because of his distinctive voice, telling the young ones to open the window so you guys will be eating on the balcony to enjoy the fresh air.

As you were in the middle of taking a shower, bubbles still on your hair because of the shampoo and some soap on your body as you were scrubbing, it was awfully quiet. Knowing the guys, they're always at the top of their lungs as if the one they're talking to is deaf.

But you hear faint moanings, you don't know if it was something they're watching. Good thing you were almost done, so you just wiped yourself dry and wore your clothes. Towel wrapped up on your hair, humming a tune while fixing your clothes. You arranged your stuff back on your bag and went out.

You quickly shrieked as a purple butterfly landed on your nose bridge, showing all of its glory to you. It flew off, then revealed the reason why the boys were quiet.

All of them were waiting for you, but naked.

You felt something, something so strong you cannot or do not have the urge to fight back.

Jinyoung stood up and approached you, kissing you roughly. His tongue trying to slid in in your mouth, which you did answer back, by letting his tongue explore your mouth. Saliva escaping both your mouths in too much sloppy kissing.

He cupped your breasts and you pushed him on the bed, still not breaking that sloppy kiss, you roughly took of his top, making him groan. Jackson broke your kiss with Jinyoung and he took your top off almost roughly as well and kissed you, deep and passionate. You're still on top of Jinyoung when he was trying to unbotton your shorts.

You're now fully naked and all of its glory, as well as the boys. Jaebeom went on top of you, kissing your neck with such passion, and yet you know he's trying not to hurt you but he can't help but leave lots of hickeys on your neck and shoulders and chest.

He finally reached your breasts, sucking those nipples left and right. He nibbles on the right and sucks on your left breast, leaving you breathless, curling your toes in ecstasy.

"Jaebeom ... ah." You moaned so loud as his tracing fingers reached your most sacred part, in between your thighs.

Mark pushed Jaebeom off of you and Mark quickly suck those folds, making you arch your back and curl your toes, grasping the sheets with your fingers. You moaned Mark's name as he was licking his way inside you. You can hear the licking sounds and the way he moans under his breath as he was licking your pussy clean.

On the side you saw Youngjae and Jaebeom kissing, Youngjae's hand were masturbating Jaebeom's member, and vice versa.

Jinyoung was lying stomach flat on the bed beside you, while Yugyeom was inserting his member on Jinyoung's butthole, making both of them moan and groan, releasing their husky, horny voices.

Jackson was pinned on the wall by Bambam, you can hear both of them moaning as Jackson was riding Bambam.

Exhales and moans filled the room.

Mark stood up and masterbated, you went on your knees on the bed and grabbed his member, licking the tip, making him shiver and moan, arching his head back in pleasure.

You suck his cock slowly until you reached the end, trying not to gag, which you succeeded. You slowly took the pace, bobbing your head back and forth, back and forth, until Mark held your hair and moving your head instead.

You almost throw up but he quickly grab your hair to meet his lips, and the precum from his member, he took from your mouth as he kissed you sloppy.

He pushed you on the bed and he quickly crawl on too of you and sliding his member to your pussy, making you arch your back and moaning.

"Oh my — you're too big I can't — oh shit." You grasp for air, trying to take in his huge member. He slowly moved, making your walls familiarize his mamber, asking for permission to let it in, which it did. Both of ou are riding in unison, moans are in sync, as well as for the others.

Mark was quickly getting his pace, he kissed you, absorbing your moans in his mouth. You grabbed his hair, pushing his head to yours, deepening the kiss as he did his final push to you.

"I'm cuming." Mark said in between moans and breaths.

"I am too. Oh god." You exhaled and clawed your nails on his back, making his back bleed in beads.

He cum inside you and all of the guys came inside for their partners as well. You noticed the purple butterfly flew outside, then you all blacked out.

You woke up first, head pounding, the smell of sex still floats in the air. You look at yourself all confused, then you look beside you, Mark all blacked out, you see some hickeys on his chest, and also naked.

Your eyes widen and you quickly ran to the bathroom, picking up your clothes.

After an hour of showering, you went out, all of them are now dressed and are quiet.

"What happened? Why does my butt hurts like hell just went it?" Jackson said, caressing his buttcheeks.

"Same here. My dick's all swollen." Youngjae said, making Jaebeom hit him as a sign saying you were there and as a respect.

"NOTHING happened, okay? No one will speak of this. Whatever happened here." You said, adrenaline running out, you can bow feel the soreness on your breasts and your vagina.

"Don't worrry. Nothing happened." Jinyoung spoke, looking at you, with a faint smirk visible, which he's letting you know that only the two of you knows exactly what happened.

#smut #got7 smut #mark tuan #jackson wang #park jinyoung #lim jaebeom #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #fiction

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willow-salix · 4 years

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Did someone ask for Tracy's racing golf carts? No? Oh well...

Day 70 of Isolation on Tracy Island.

We all slept in late this morning, well, those of us that actually got to bed did, when we finally got up around lunch time we found Gordon and Scott passed out on the couches and Brains asleep at the kitchen table with a cold cup of coffee still clutched in his hand like a teddy bear.

I sent John, Virg, Grandma, Kayo and Jeff out to the pool and sorted breakfast myself, being careful not to wake the sleeping beauties.

Once breakfast was done we quietly made our way down to the hangar to see what progress the boys had made over night and to check that no sabotage had happened to the girl golf while we were sleeping.

It looked like the boys had managed to finish it at some point, or as close to, but we still had no idea why Gordon had wanted them or what he was planning on doing with them. We all drifted off to our own activities. I had the sudden and undeniable urge to bake miniature cupcakes and since Brains had apparently awoken and wandered off at some point, I had free use of the kitchen. I left them on the side for anyone who wanted to eat them and tracked John down to indulge in my favorite pastime, sitting really close to him and just staring at him until he gives up trying to concentrate on whatever he's doing to pay attention to me.

We were chilling out in the reading nook upstairs, watching Virgil finish his painting while I read out funny isolation tweets when Gordon appeared in the lounge.

“Hey everyone, it’s ready!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, waking Scott who flailed and rolled off the couch in shock.

“What’s ready?” he grumbled, rubbing his elbow where it had whacked the floor.

“The race course!”

His meaning dawned on us all at the same second and we groaned.

***

Gordon had us all assemble outside Two’s cliff hangar entrance where he’d pushed the two golf carts out and had them lined up ready.

“Girls vs boys?” Kayo and I confirmed.

“Yep, one driver, one co-pilot, drag race down the runway, sharp left hand turn down that ramp , onto the beach for an anything goes, flat out race. First one around the island via the beach wins,” Gordon announced much to my horror.

“Hang on a second,”I interrupted him. “I don’t trust you guys, we didn't modify ours at all but we know you were all trying to ‘improve’ yours.”

Gordon and Brains looked a little shifty but it was Scott that finally admitted the truth.

“We gave up on any improvements and started again and followed the instructions.”

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh but Kayo wasn't as generous and laughed in their faces. It took her a few minutes to calm down enough to straighten up and agree to their terms.

“You can drive,” I told her. “I’m not good with new things.” I heard John snort because he remembered having to teach me to drive my car after Brains tricked it out. Never again.

“Yeah, I wouldn't have let you anyway,” she told me. At least we knew where we stood.

Gordon wanted to drive since it was his idea with Scott as his co-pilot since Virgil had been voted as too heavy that he might unbalance the cart. Poor chonky thing.

We suited up with helmets and elbow and knee pads, the only safety gear we needed apparently, I would have preferred a full armoured body suit but these lot are dare devils and care nothing for safety beyond the basics. I swear, I once heard Scott quote ‘protect your melon, anything else is fine’.

I sent up a prayer to anyone that might actually be dumb enough to listen that they spare me from a broken neck by idiot family and got in beside Kayo. Apparently golf carts do not come with seat belts because obviously YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO RACE THEM!

“Hold on tight,” she grinned like an idiot, clearly loving life at that moment.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” Jeff counted down and then Grandma blew a whistle. We were off!

Kayo slammed her foot down on the accelerator and we shot forward at a whopping five mph, slowly climbing to ten.

We were quickly running out of runway but she showed no sign of slowing down for the turn that was coming up.

“Kay...maybe you should sl-”

“LEAN!” she yelled and I did as I was told, throwing my weight and upper body sideways with her. We lifted up on two wheels and slid onto the ramp. I screamed. Why must she terrify me like this? We had only just started! I gripped on to the frame for dear life and tried not to scream again as we rocketed down the ramp with the boys close to our bumper and clattered onto the sand.

Thankfully the sand slowled us down a little and I was able to catch my breath, hopefully not to fill my lungs so I could scream in terror again.

She had a careless way of driving, it was like she saw every bump, rock and patch of seaweed as a personal challenge, driving at them like she was in a video game and expecting me to grab coins along the way. Well I can tell you now, I wasn't letting go until this was all over.

I heard Gordon and Scott whooping like loons , almost level beside us. I risked a glance over and they were radiating pure crazy, but in a good way, clearly enjoying themselves and having a fabulous time. Weirdos. Only this lot could enjoy terrifying near death experiences as much. What happened to quiet days at home? What happened to sanity?

“Lockdown happened,” Kayo answered. Huh, guess I said that out loud.

She screeched us around another corner, taking one hand off the handle bars to grab my arm and haul me sideways when I didn't instinctively know to move.

“You could pay attention,” she huffed.

“I’m trying not to watch my life flashing before my eyes,” I snapped back, but that just made her laugh. That’s one thing I love about her, we can snipe at each other and get mouthy but we never take it seriously.

I did pay a little attention though, enough to see the boys hit what they thought was a sand dune and turned out to be a sand covered rock. Their cart came to a bone crunching halt and they both catapulted out.

“Wait, they might be hurt,” I yelled but she didn't even look back.

“Losers, they’ll be fine.”

She was right, they got straight back up, hauled the cart upright and got right back in, tearing off after us. They were zooming on the wonk as it looked like one of their front wheels was buckled and pointing the wrong way but at least they were moving. Now I didnt feel so bad about the fact that we were about to kick their butts.

We rounded another curve, managing three wheels this time which was a definite improvement. She was enjoying herself far too much, laughing like a Disney villain as she flung the poor cart around like she was in a race car.

We were rocking along at a speedy 12 mph when our wheel caught on some seaweed which wrapped around it and locked it up tight. We jumped out and were still yanking it free when the boys zoomed past us, yelling out taunting insults .

Kayo snatched up the last of the weed and threw it away, already back in the cart.

“Hurry up!” she hollered and I’d barely got one buttcheek on the seat before she was off. I flailed and managed to hang on to the frame and plant myself more firmly.

We sped after them and managed to catch up, hindered as they were by their buckled wheel and were neck and neck as we curved around the last bend, bumped over another sand dune and took an unscheduled dip in the sea, the water spraying up as we noooomed along but nothing was going to stop us now!

The boys were about a foot ahead of us and trying for that last burst of speed on the home stretch, the second ramp that would take us back onto the runway was in sight. We both bumped up on to it at the same time and felt it wobble. We had two choices, freeze or go faster, apparently freezing is not in the International Rescue vocabulary as both Gordon and Kayo slammed their feet down and squeezed another 2 mph out of the struggling engines.

We got up the ramp, crashing into each other as we tried to turn at the same time. There was a scuffle where Kayo yelled at me to kick them and stupidly I did actually try, all that did was give Scott a chance to lean over, grab my foot and wiggle it while I screamed.

We got straight and untangled and I hauled myself back into the seat for what felt like the hundredth time in ten minutes as we hit the home stretch, barrelling down the runway. Our audience dived out of the way as we screeched to a halt.

“Who won?” Gordon demanded to know.

“Oh, sorry, were we supposed to be judging this?” Jeff asked. “We weren’t paying attention.”

The boys and Kayo groaned, demanding a rematch. No way was I going through all that again so I gave up my seat to Virgil, I was done with the entire thing. All I wanted was a cup of coffee and a lie down. These guys would be the death of me.

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kittae · 5 years

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Roles Reversed (M)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Side characters: Min Yoongi

Summary: A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings (or better yet, between your legs).

Genre: Smut, fluff, a bit of comedy here and there. Maybe some angst, who knows.

words: 2240

Warnings: Rated M, graphic descriptions of sexual content, degradation, orgasm denial, foul language, cunnilingus, spanking, filming of pornography

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“I won! Yes!” You cheer, throwing your arms in the air and the controller with them before it lands onto the soft cushions of the couch you’d placed yourselves back in front of.

Taehyung’s thrown off for a second, surprised you’re going completely off script from the very start, but quickly remembers to play along. The crew doesn’t seem as confused, almost as if they’d been expecting it. He decides to pay it no mind, only focusing on his job at the moment.

He puts on a cute pout, eyes glaring at you from underneath their lashes. Since you’re the one who won, he figures he should follow the role you were supposed to play, right? The sore loser.

“Didn’t you just cheat, though? I noticed you using dirty tricks to get a headstart!” Taehyung whines, hoisting himself up on the sofa and crossing his arms and legs.

A low chuckle slips from your lips as they curl in a mischievous smirk. “Dirty?” You join him on the cushions on your hands and knees, purring teasingly into his ear, “How dirty exactly?”

Taehyung keeps his face neutral, though he’s trying very hard not to grin when he realizes which direction you’re taking this. You’re a talented actress, alright.

“Downright disgusting,” He holds your gaze as he tests the waters and holds his breath until you break out a wide grin, silently encouraging him to go on, “Does your brother know you lie and cheat to get what you want?”

“My brother doesn’t know anything… and I’d like to keep it that way,” you murmur, a finger coming up to trace the line between his naked pecs, “You’re not going to tell him, are you?”

“Tell him what?” Taehyung feigns ignorance, “He’s my best friend, we tell each other everything.”

“I only cheated to win because… Because I was hoping you’d punish me for it.” You confess, big puppy eyes and with your bottom lip between your teeth, looking the embodiment of guilty innocence. Taehyung can’t keep his hard cock from twitching in excitement within the limited privacy of his shorts. The thin fabric doesn’t do much to hide the growing bulge.

“Punish you?” He repeats, long fingers reaching out to gently caress your neck. The touch practically has you keening already, your back arching and undoubtedly giving the rear cameras a golden close-up of your pretty ass sticking out doing so.

“Yes, please… I’ve been such a bad girl, don’t you think?” You ask breathlessly, one hand coming between his crossed legs, your arm grazing his erection briefly and instantly making him shiver. Your soft breasts push against his shoulder when you move to nip at his earlobe, before whispering, “Bad girls should get spanked. It’s what I deserve for deceiving you, hm?”

You smile, genuinely giddy when you pull back only to splay yourself over his lap, ass ready and in the air, waiting. Taehyung’s large hands grope your cheeks, kneading them like fresh dough and coaxing a soft moan from you already. The light blue, flimsy shorts color darker between your legs where you’re getting wet for him in anticipation.

Long fingers hook themselves around the waistband of your shorts, effortlessly sliding them down the roundness of your ass and letting them bunch around your thighs. He selfishly takes a moment to admire the glistening treasure between them; your pretty pussy all slick and swollen for him already. He’d like nothing more than to touch it right now, to drag a single finger through your folds and watch them open up to reveal more of your sticky wetness. Fuck, it takes every piece of willpower in him not to skip the spanking so he could dive in and stuff his face between your legs right this moment. His mouth waters at the sight.

A playful wiggle of your ass tears him out of his trance, a pout marring your pretty face as you crane your head to look at him over your shoulder. “Taehyung, if you don’t punish me for my disgusting behavior, how will I ever learn to be a good girl?”

He gulps, looking at the smooth and beautiful skin of your ass, so inviting. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to smack it, and hard. But he’s never had to inflict pain on any of his co-stars before. Is this really okay?

“Tell me what you did to deserve getting your ass spanked, ___. Why do you deserve to be punished?” He inquires, hand gently stroking your right cheek in circles.

“I’m a cheating bitch, playing dirty to win!” You confess, followed by a gasp when the flat surface of his big hand collides with your soft flesh and a loud slap echoes through the studio.

“You’re a cheating bitch.” He repeats, the words rolling off his tongue more easily than before. You have to suppress the urge to praise him, so you focus on the delightful sting on your skin instead. “What else?”

“I-I asked you not to tell my brother even though you’re best friends. I’m a selfish whore, Taehyung!” You can’t hide the excitement on your face, teeth biting down on your thumb not to cry out in pleasure when a second, more vigorous slap finds the swell of your buttcheeks.

“A selfish whore too, huh? You disgust me, ___, ” He insults you almost effortlessly now, even sounds like he’d dare enjoy it! “What else did you do?”

“Yes, yes! I’m s-so disgusting!” You nod eagerly, arching your back and sticking your ass out further, the burn only increasing with every touch. “I tricked you into punishing me for my own wicked pleasure because I’m a dirty slut!”

It’s quiet for a couple seconds when he gets reminded of his earlier blunder where he failed to call you that. A minor wave of anxiety washes over him, the apprehension of actually having those words come out of his mouth momentarily paralyzing him. This is the moment he needs to gather his courage. He’s already come this far, he can’t go back now!

Not one, not two, but a sequence of three sharp slaps hits your sensitive bottom so intensely it has you shifting forward from his lap and crying out louder with each strike. They sound more like delighted chirps (honestly after your bondage series with Hoseok, a few spanks aren’t going to make you cry), which make Taehyung grow more confident in his ability to pull this off—as well as in his pants.

“I’m not sure a few spanks are enough to punish dirty sluts like you, ___,” He forces himself to go through with it, though it proves to be less difficult than the first time he’d tried.

“Yes, you’re right…” You agree, starting to sit up and shift your weight on your knees, ready to take his cock out of his shorts and finally get a taste of it.

He instantly stops you, a hand coming to grab your wrist. “It’s not a punishment if I let you do something you enjoy, right?”

“W-what?” Your eyes grow wide and he knows you were not expecting him to go off script on his own initiative, nor that he’d flip you on your back to tear your shorts all the way down.

You completely misread his intentions, hooking your legs around his hips and locking him between your legs. “You know, having you fuck me is exactly what I wanted to get out of this so this isn’t exactly a punishment either.” You tease, not particularly minding this turn of events.

Taehyung says nothing, instead he grins and throws your legs over his broad shoulders. This is what he knows he can do well and since you’re improvising, it’s time he’d gain back some mojo.

His face is between your thighs immediately, reversing the roles you were supposed to play. You’d be choking on his gorgeous cock right now, have the head nudge the walls of your throat until he’d blow his load and you wouldn’t swallow anything, saving some to let it drip down your lips and chin for a good close-up. That’s if you’d followed the script. There’s none of that in the way he completely devours your pussy like a starved man, but with the precision of a chef decorating a plate. His tongue knows precisely where to add pressure, his lips sucking around your little nub not too hard or too soft, but just right. His sizable fingers introduce themselves before long, starting with one digit smoothly slipping inside of you to tickle your impatient walls, clenching around it to keep it there. A second joins and you feel the slight stretch added to the heavenly pleasure he inflicts with his mouth, having you see stars in record time.

You’ve had some skilled co-actors, that’s the least you can say. But Taehyung? It’s like his sole ambition in life is to make you come within a minute and with the pace he’s going, you’re damn sure he’s about to succeed. Such skill, you’ve never encountered ever in your entire life.

“C-come, I’m gonna come! T-Taehyung, I–” You gasp for air, your hands desperately tugging at the blue strands on his head, back arching and body thrashing in response to the rapidly approaching climax.

Right before you’re about to let go and come so hard you’re sure you’ll be groggy for some time after, he stops all movement. The orgasm never comes and it quickly ebs away, leaving you with an empty and disappointed feeling. It would’ve been a powerful orgasm and not fake at all!

You’re about to protest when Taehyung shuts you up with his lips on yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and making sure you can taste every bit of your sweet juice he’d greedily lapped up before. You feel slightly dizzy, which is quite unlike you. Usually, you don’t let yourself get too caught up in the moment, rather focusing on your job.

He pulls back with a lewd sound, his tongue sliding over his lips to gather spilled fluids. “Such a sweet cunt for a filthy whore. Did you really think I’d let you come?”

A shiver crawls over your spine before you can help it. Not because you feel offended, but because it sparks sheer excitement in your gut.

“If it’s my cock you want, you can beg for it like a bitch. On your knees.” The words he utters are completely vile, yet his voice makes them sound so sweet. The way he smooths his thumb over your bottom lip is so gentle your brain wants to warp the insults into the loveliest compliments.

“Cut! That was incredible!” Director Lee calls, the crew clapping after his example. “Great job everyone!”

You blink a few times, trying to gain back some awareness of your surroundings. What the hell had just happened?

“Oh, we’re finishing here?” Taehyung asks shockingly innocent. “A-alright…”

A few staff members come running with both of your robes, towels and two bottles of water. As Taehyung covers himself, you can make out the tips of his ears turning red again.

“I’m so sorry if I went too far, I don’t– I don’t even remember what I said, to be honest,” He murmurs, almost too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

You’re perplexed for a second, just trying to process how the same guy who looked like he wanted to quit and lock himself in his dressing room only half an hour earlier did a full 180 on his own without much of your help, only to go back to this. He’s an even more skilled actor than you’d already anticipated.

“It was perfect, really,” You shake your head, a big grin going from ear to ear. “You did so great! I’m just… I’m surprised, that’s all.”

Yoongi appears from between the crew, a wide smile on his face as well.

“Taehyungie, I knew you could do it!” He takes the younger’s face in his hands, squishing his cheeks. “Told you he’s talented! Now, we should probably retreat because I know for a fact someone could use some aftercare after all of that.”

You scrunch your brows in confusion, “I’m okay, I don’t need aftercare for–”

“I’m talking about this one,” Yoongi lovingly pats Taehyung’s cheek, “It must’ve taken a lot out of him to pull that off.”

You suppress a giggle, just because it was too cute to watch your old classmate doting on the actor like this.

“You’re right.” You agree. “Taehyung, you should take a nice hot bath with some bath bombs you like and pamper yourself with your favorite food and a movie or music...or something. That always works for me after a rough shoot.”

Taehyung smiles sheepishly. “Thank you, ___. I’m okay though, I just need to let it sink in, I guess. Was it really okay?” He turns to his manager, “When will it be published online?”

Yoongi purses his lips like he does when he’s guilty of something.

“...Yoongi?” Taehyung asks again, more suspecting.

“It’s not going to be published online,” Yoongi shrugs, “It’s not going to be published anywhere.”

Taehyung looks completely lost. “What do you mean?”

“This wasn’t a real shoot,” you confess, on your lips an apologetic smile, “This was a testing shoot for the seminars Yoongi signed you up for.”

“Seminars?!” Taehyung gasps, looking absolutely betrayed while Yoongi admires the wall behind him.

You guess you’ll have to break it to him.

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