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thatone-brightstar · 6 months

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Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (6/6)

a/n: first of all, happy international chef's day! second, i got my internet conection back and that's worth celebrating with the last part of this hot as hell seriessss. you can totally tell i love carmy in uniform lmao

Don't forget to like and repost or comment with the one you like the most bc we will be getting a full length one shot of the winner! PS. lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m receiving), knifeplay, spit kink, knife play, fingering,

V is for: Visuals.

‘-the time difference is kicking my ass.’ He heard your tired whisper through the speaker and sighed along with you while taking a drag from his cig. ‘I really miss you…’ You confessed even more softly, pulling a smile over his own tired face.

‘I really miss you too.’ He mumbled back and despite being completely alone, his face still flared up at the confession.

You hummed along with his response, then after a few silent seconds you asked: ‘what do you miss about me?’

Carmy chuckled nervously and ran his hand down his face, falling back against the kitchen counter..

‘I miss… your pretty face’ He began and closed his eyes to picture you on the other side of the phone; probably in your pajamas, biting on your bottom lip and trying to avoid the goofy smile his response caused. ‘I miss kissing you…’

‘Hmm… what else?’ You breathed out that made him swallow hard and stir his hips.

He couldn’t think of what else to say, he was shit at normal conversation and now the idea of phone sex had erased the words from his brain.

You were quiet on the other line for a while and he was almost sure you had fallen asleep, until he heard movement and a heavy sigh.

Then his phone vibrated near his cheek and your voice whispered sweetly. ‘Does that help?’

His heart stopped at the sight of your full breasts on display and the rest of your body barely covered by the hotel robe, then his blood traveled south to the forming tent in his pants.

‘What else do you miss, Carmy?’

W is for: Whites.

‘Ready to go?’ You called, walking in from the back door and immediately stopping in your tracks.

Carmen stood leaning tiredly against the marble bar, hair disheveled and chef white sleeves rolled up to his forearms, letting the designs on his skin peek from under. Despite the fatigue evident on his face, he still offered a loving smile towards you.

‘’M just checkin’ produce for tomorrow. Ten more minutes?’ He asked and reached a strong hand in your direction.

All you could do was nod and swallow the sudden dryness that invaded your mouth at the sight of him. He gave you a quick kiss and moved back to the scribbled pages.

You hopped on the empty space beside him and took a quick look around the empty room, then bit your lip and stared back at him through doe eyes. You’d seen him many times before in his chef whites, but something about the concentration in his eyes and the flexing of muscle under the material had you completely soaked, and the thin material of your skirt wasn’t helping.

He felt your intense gaze and flickered his eyes around your face, landing on your lips. ‘What?’ He asked.

You bit your lip and watched him swallow hard, taking the bait. ‘You look really fuckin’ hot right now…’

Carmy chuckled softly and shook his head. ‘What’s doin’ it for ya? The smell of onions or the Hollandaise stains?’

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the still pristine uniform and pulled timidly, eyes heavy on his.

‘...really?’ He asked again in disbelief and planted a hand near your naked thigh, leaning towards you.

You shrugged and parted your thighs where his hips fit perfectly, then threaded your fingers through his hair and watched him close his eyes, slightly groaning. ‘I like a man in uniform…’

X is for: ‘X marks the spot’

With your hands resting under your cheek and your chest flat on the bed, you could feel the line of goosebumps follow the soft graze of Carmen’s lips. They had started at your shoulder blades- pulling soft breathy giggles from your flushing chest- then down your spine, where they met his strong hands holding your waist.

‘Is it there?’ He asked for the fifth time, though you wondered if he was enjoying the search more than actually trying to find your sweet spot.

A soft whine came out when one hand curved past your hip, in between the valley of your ass and to the spot he knew would certainly bring you bliss.

‘No cheating…’ You mumbled back between a moan and the disheveled sheets, making him chuckle again.

You felt his hand move back to your hip bone and his body hover over yours before the warmth of his chest pressed against your back. Dexterous fingers ran through your scalp and the sultry kiss he placed at the base of your neck was enough for your nerves to spark alight and your hips to push back against him.

‘Found it…’ He joked, warm breath caressed your ear and another kiss had your eyes rolling back.

Y is for: ‘Yes, Chef’

‘Say it again-’ He instructed through a heavy breath and a jerk of his hips that had the words turning into a scrambled groan.

You clawed against the cold counter hoping to find something to hold on to because fuck, he was making you feel so good you thought you might float away. Carmy raked his nails through your messy hair and pulled you up with a firm but gentle grip.

‘C’mon pretty girl- you were so fuckin’ bold hours ago, what happened?’ You could hear the satisfaction in his words.

He stopped his thrusts long enough to give your lungs a needed breath, only to pull your knee up on the counter and bury into you at a deeper angle. The new sensation pulled a squeal from your throat and your head fell back against his strong shoulders.

‘You still gonna talk back in front of everybody?’ He sneered again and wrapped another hand over your swollen cunt.

All you could do was shake your head.

‘You gonna be good from now on?’ Carmen asked while his fingers began circular motions.

‘Yes…’ You moaned a little too loud and his fingers sped up.

‘Yes what?’ He asked again and softly pressed the sides of your neck until your eyes rolled back and your breasts raised with your struggling pants.

Z is for: Zesty.

With Carmy, it was always like the first time. There was never a moment where he was too tired, or too busy, or too in his head that having you bouncing on his cock couldn’t fix. The simple idea that you were his filled him with a new fervor, a fresh wave of energy that had his hands groping at your ass and pulling you up as he stood from the old chair.

You squealed in surprise and circled your thighs tightly around his hips, then heard the sound of everything on the desk falling heavily on the ground before the cold wood touched your skin. His lips latched onto yours as he continued his frantic movements, on hand on your head to avoid you bumping against the top shelf while the other rested on your cheek.

When he pulled away, his eyes were wild and glossy, even in the dim light you could spot the silhouette of your flushed face.

‘Tell me you’re mine.’ He muttered between peppered kisses that made you heave and smile.

‘I’m a-all yours baby-’ Carmy’s smile grew at your immediate answer, thrusting even deeper into the spot that caused lightning bolts to course through your spine.

‘All mine…’ He muttered as he settled your back over the desk and pushed your legs up to your chest. ‘All mine.’

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444takeomi · 11 months

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BOYFRIEND HCS

: ̗̀➛ summary: shinichiro as your boyfriend

character(s): shinichiro sano

warnings: female reader, shin being a massive simp, mentions of smoking

wc: 0.8k

a/n: not me making one post and then disappearing for over a month💀 for anyone who follows this blog don't expect consistency i'm very depressed lol

- i'm just going to start off by saying that shin absolutely adores you

- after getting rejected so many times he was starting to think that there was something wrong with him (poor baby) and so when you agreed to go out with him he literally couldn't believe it

- he stood there incredulously, at a complete loss for words — he must’ve been hearing things, there was no way you would actually say yes

- however the way you smiled fondly and nodded when he asked if he heard you correctly said otherwise, and in that moment he was so happy he felt like he could cry

- he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming </3

- to this day he still doesn't know how he got so lucky, he thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen and he can't believe he managed to pull you

- he loves you so much <3

- shin is so affectionate with you, always giving you hugs and kisses and holding your hand — he loves pda and doesn't shy away from showing everyone that you're his

- throughout the day you always catch him staring at you with a lovesick grin on his face </3

- takes you on the cutest dates like ice skating, bowling, or going out for ice cream together — they're nothing too fancy but you always end up having fun, there's never a dull moment when you're with shin

- you sometimes surprise him by bringing him a bento while he's at work, and it makes him feel so appreciated that you went out of your way to cook for him <3

- even if you're not the best cook he still thinks everything you make is delicious, especially your bentos because he can tell how much effort goes into them

- whenever you come to the bike shop he always tries to impress you — he intentionally rolls up his sleeves and flexes his muscles while he works, showing off the veins on his forearms

- if his friends are there they will definitely laugh at him, he's not as subtle as he thinks he is💀💀

- shin often goes to the convenience store to pick up a pack of cigarettes and a can of coke, and even before you started dating he would always buy your favourite snack and drink as well

- if you smoke he always offers his cigarettes to you, gets giddy at the thought of indirectly kissing you as if you're not already dating💀

- shin loves cuddling, his favourite thing to do at the end of the day is fall asleep with you in his arms — the warmth of your body is so comforting to him

- he feels all protective of you and loves knowing that you feel safe and secure because of him

- he has the most attractive morning voice, his voice is already hot but when he first wakes up it's all low and mumbly <3

- “mornin’, baby. you sleep well?”

- this man truly doesn't realise the power he holds

- shin always tells you how lucky he is to wake up next to you, he thinks you look beautiful first thing in the morning — there's just something about seeing your bare face that makes his heart flutter

- he plants soft kisses on any imperfections you might have, telling you how pretty you are — he thinks you're even cuter when you get flustered

- despite the fact you're dating he still flirts with you all the time, his pickup lines are absolutely terrible but because it's shin you still find it endearing <3

- however if you flirt back he'll go bright red and stumble over his words hahaha

- one time you pulled him in for a heated kiss by his chain and he was absolutely speechless afterwards, heat creeping up his face all the way to the tips of his ears

- shin gets so jealous whenever anyone tries to flirt with you, he starts pouting and gets super clingy but refuses to actually admit he's jealous

- he gets a little insecure about himself sometimes because he secretly thinks that you could do better — please give him lots of kisses and remind him how handsome he is </3

- he's absolutely terrible at cooking, sometimes he tries to make your favourite meals but they always end up burnt or he puts way too much seasoning in them, but you eat them anyway because you can tell how hard he tried

- he feels all warm and fuzzy inside whenever he sees you getting along with his siblings </3

- sometimes he fantasises about getting married and having a family with you — he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and can’t imagine being with anyone else

- shin is such an amazing boyfriend and literally loves you with all his heart, please cherish him as much as he cherishes you <3

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thehoundwrites · 2 years

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Homelander witha breeding kink pleeease

CW: Cum play, Breeding kink, Pregnancy mention, unprotected sex, p in v, rough sex, marking, possessive behaviors, yandere behaviors, bruises, daddy kink

Proof read; lol no

- You belong to him, and you know it. Whenever Homelander gets a chance to remind you, he’ll take it. This is just another example of marking whats his. He never wants to wear a condom, you always have to talk him into it. Unless you don't want him too. Then he’s all for it.

- It excites him, being able take control. (i hc him as a switch -sadistic dom/ and pillow princess) The thought of getting you pregnant with his kids is usually enough for him to finish

- So when he finds out you're into it, hell breed you everytime you fuck. He gets out of breath small strands of clumped blonde hair falling over his forehead, you get to see him sweat, something not many people see.

- He loves the way his cock fills you up, seeing stomach bulge as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you, he ends up cursing up a storm, pathetic whimpers, aggressive grunts.

"Breed me, please John"

His eyes look up to yours, he'd been watching the way your body moved under him with each thrust until now his gloved hands making his way up your body before responding, fingers gripping your neck.

"You want my cum?" He asked, his eyes darting down your body, nostrils flaring, as you watched his face twitch with excitement.

"Please"

A small grunt escaped his lips as he leaned in closer, your arms wrapping around his neck, and he scoffed.

"That's right, you fucking take my cum. It's what you deserve"

That sent shivers down your spine, the way he spoke so cruelly, eyes revealing a dark look, as he caressed your face.

"I own this fucking body. So..." His hands trailed down your body watching you stomach bulge, your fingernails desperately gripping his forearms. "I'm gonna fill you up so fucking much, you'll be dripping for weeks"

"Fuck John"

- He'd assume you wanted him to pull out, so you'd have to ask, or well more likely beg, if you really wanted him you'd beg for his cum.

- He probably fantasizes about you pregnant before, breastfeeding from you. Having your kids, they would be perfect.

- You feel his body tense, even though it's not common for men, he's extremely sensitive and tends to get full body orgasms more than most other men. His breathing gets ragged, his muscles flex.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so much" he grunts

"You're mine, my fucking girl"

"Such a good fucking girl"

He ends up complementing you a while bunch, especially since saying your his is a compliment.

"Take it take it take it" over and over as his fingers curl up into your skin, gripping your hips harsh enough to leave marks, his arms holding you slightly off his desk as his hips connect to your thighs over and over again. He pulls you up by the back of your neck like your just a toy, absolutely man handling you, he pulls you close and lifts you chin.

"beg for it"

Your eye lids squint together, the way it hurts so good, how gentle yet how harsh he is with you, it's absolutely incredible. You feel your insides squirm, a tense feeling in your stomach, desperate to cum. And so you do, you beg.

"please, fuck, please John..."

"more"

You close your eyes and gulp, "please fill me up baby, I need you so fucking bad. I need your cum John."

He closed his eyes, his slow place picking back up until you can't hold it anymore, and you cum. Muttering his name, he puts you back down and does the same.

He doesn't pull out for a minute his hands next to your head holding himself up above you, his breathing heavy.

You close your eyes trying to catch your breath, whimpering as he pulls out. His hands widen your legs so he can see the results, a droplet of his cum leaking out, his finger swiped it up, and pushed it back in.

"You look so good all filled up"

#the homelander x reader #the boys homelander #homelander the boys #homelander #the homelander #homelander imagine #homelander x you #homelander x reader #yandere homelander #the boys x reader #the boys amazon #the boys tv

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mommieswithmuscles · 3 months

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Free Palestine, don't support Neil

Title: Sugar Free (2)

Please read part one for context, future parts will have the previous chapter tagged for easier navigation.

It takes a while, but you get Abby talking. You find out she collects old world quarters, and enjoys scenery. Had she been born in the old world, she thinks she would be a photographer, or maybe a nature documenter. And she has much more pride than Ellie.

"How long did it take you to build yourself like that?" You drape your hand across her bicep upon returning to the bakery. She wheeled the breakfast load for you, even helped you unload it.

"About four years. I think." She flexes when you let go. "Why? Jealous?" Abby's a tease, you note. A challenge. And who doesn't like friendly competition?

"Very jealous. A beautiful girl with stunning muscles wanders into my shop, what else do I do other than stare?"

"It's technically not a shop because you don't sell anything," Abby snarks.

"Who says I don't?" Her brow quirks.

"What could you possibly mean by that?"

"If someone wants something extra, outside the community allowance, there has to be an exchange. Can't be out here overexpending resources." You take a step into her space. Abby stays planted.

"Get to the point, you're talking in circles."

"Maria supplies me with ammo, Jesse gets me fuel, and Ellie keeps me company. Everything has a price." Abby frowns, confused.

"You're so lonely you bake for interaction?"

"Yeah. I work before dawn until after dusk every day to help keep the community nourished. Hard to leave. Ellie usually has dinner with me so I can send her home with midnight snacks."

Abby watches you work the new batch. Watches the way your forearms and fingers flex as the dough gets harder to knead. She hands you the pans to let the dough rest before you can continue to bake it. She sets the time on the little kitchen timer Dina found on a run.

"How long have you been in Jackson?"

"Almost four years. I got here not too long before Ellie and Joel. How long were you with the WLF?"

"........About....." you watch her think, "four years."

"Why did you leave?"

"I didn't believe in the same ideals of my leader. After I learned what he was doing to a nearby community, I couldn't stay. The Seraphites only want to survive like everyone else."

"Who were you with before?"

"Hey, my turn to ask. How did you end up here?"

"My community was very small. It was taken out by some raiders." Abby tucks your hair behind your ear. "Your turn to answer."

"I was a Firefly." You pull a tag out of your pocket.

"Do you know who this is?" Abby takes it, inspecting the name.

"We met briefly. She worked with my dad. Where did you get this?" She gives you back the tag.

"She was my mom. Tommy brought this back after Joel told him what happened. I don't have many details, but I don't blame Joel. He was protecting his daughter. After the disbanding, I joined my dad with a small group of survivors. He's the only reason I escaped." You pull out a second tag. She immediately recognizes the name engraved.

"Your parents are Firefly heroes, and their deaths-"

"Their deaths are stepping stones to where I need to be." You shut down the anger you see boiling in her. "You don't blame Joel, either."

"I used to. Until he saved me. I didn't even mean to find him, or this. I was trying to get as far from the WLF as I could get. Rumors of Firefly occupations all over the country but no actual evidence." She heaves a sigh. "And you have a point. Joel was just a father, and he did what he felt was the right way to protect his daughter. I can't fault him for it. My dad would have done the same."

"Jerry, right?" Her ears perk at his name. Her solemn demeanor changing slightly.

You bake until the load is ready. After the heavier conversation, you feel like you and Abby have a bond. You've known her for barely a day, and you've grown attached. Stupid, you think to yourself. You were better than this. More careful. You and Ellie fought like cats and dogs until one thing led to another.

You watch her muscles flex as she wheels the bread to the kitchen. "You really don't have to do that."

"I want to." Abby grins, plopping the finished dough in the pan to rest. "Why doesn't Dina tag along for your dates with Ellie?" You frown.

"What do you mean?"

"They're together aren't they?" Your ears start to ring. Is Ellie in a relationship? Does she like Dina more than she told you she did?

"I don't actually know. You would have to ask them." You take over the baking, needing a way to relieve the stress Abby just dropped on your shoulders.

"Hey beautiful!" Ellie skips over to you, dropping a gun on the sale counter. "Picked you up a new toy. All checked in and loaded up." You watch her tongue dart out and wet her lips. You subconsciously do the same thing. Ellie doesn't notice, but Abby does.

"That's mighty kind of you," your floury hand leaves white powder streaked on Ellie's hip as you retrieve the weapon. You were just cleaning up from the dinner batch when she came in.

"I'm going to head out now. Have a good night." Abby nods to you both.

"Wait!" You call her. Abby turns on her heel to look at you, her brow raised. "Stay. Have dinner with us."

It's not...... awkward, perse........ but you could tell they didn't like each other. The energy was buzzing with watchful eyes and sneaky glances.

The small talk seemed forced, but it was slowly starting to flow. Ellie dropped her walls first, your shoe trailing up her calf and back down. Your hand is resting on Abby's thigh in the booth you're seated into. Ellie is to your right, closest to the door. Abby is to your left, tucked between you and the wall.

"I'm full, and very-" Ellie cuts herself off with an obnoxious yawn, "tired after a long day's work. Goodnight," she salutes with two fingers. Abby nods, returning the pleasentry.

You take the dishes to the sink, Abby hovering behind you. "Are you guys....?" She laughs to herself. "Actually, nevermind. It's not my business."

"No, we're not a couple." You put your damp hand on her bicep. "Why? Jealous?" Her crossed arms tighten over her broad chest.

"What? No. You seem close, and you seemed upset when I brought up Ellie and Dina going out." You watch Abby's heavy shoulders shrug.

"We are close, but we aren't a couple. I'm unspoken for. Do you have anyone back there?"

"No. I haven't for a long time." She takes a step into your space. You take another half step towards her.

"You're standing pretty close."

"Does it bother you?" Abby sasses.

"Not a bit." You glance her up and down, eyes hooded. She watches you intently. "Where are you staying?"

"In the loft above the bar. Joel has me set up until I have a proper housing situation discussion. Why?"

"Come home with me," you offer.

Very slow updates. Palestine comes first. Sudan comes first. Yemen comes first. The Congo comes first. Don't bother interacting if you can't grasp the horrors in the world.

#no men allowed #no minors allowed #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby the last of us 2 #abby smut #abby x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie the last of us 2 #ellie smut #ellie x reader #ellabs #ellabs x reader #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

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thesimulationswarm · 8 months

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Double Shot, Part 2

Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller

Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!AFAB!reader x Tommy Miller Rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI Summary: A gorgeous man walks into your coffee shop and introduces himself as Tommy Miller. Then his equally gorgeous brother shows up. You can't decide which you like better... but maybe you don't have to. A/N: This will be in four parts, building up to the smut. Hopefully released daily. It's dumb filthy shit I couldn't get out of my head, okay? Then I'll be back to my ongoing serious series. Word count: 1.5k warnings/tags: Tommy has a hangover, gratuitous pastry, threesome, shameless flirting, sibling rivalry, pwp

This is Part 2 of Double Shot; here are Part 1, Part 3, and Part 4.

Tommy was moving a little slow that morning, nursing a hangover. He’d had a few too many last night down on Sixth Street, and now the sharp August sunshine felt like it wanted to melt a hole right into his skull. When he shifted into park, the jolt of the truck rolling back on its chassis sent a wave of nausea through him.

Leave it to Joel to use it to his advantage, swinging out the door of the cab and hustling into Prickly Pear Coffee & Sweets while Tommy was still unbuckling his seatbelt.

He had his brother’s number.

He knew why Joel had put on a shirt with no stains or holes for once, one that stretched nicely across the muscles of his chest. It was the same reason he himself had carefully knocked the mud off his work boots and lavished extra attention on his curls this morning.

It was that pretty little thing who owned the place.

Who’d been eating out of the palm of his hand yesterday when Joel came in and ruined it. Or tried to, at least— the girl had still seemed interested after his brother showed up. She’d still looked him over with that sassy, hungry gaze.

Only problem was, she’d looked at Joel the exact same way.

And Joel had noticed, of course.

Tommy jogged to the door of the cafe, running one last hand through his hair before he ducked inside. Joel was standing by the counter, studying the pastry case intently.

“Which one would you recommend?” He asked, resting his tanned forearm oh-so-casually on the glass top. Motherfucker.

You’d been following Joel’s gaze, studying the baked goods, but when you heard the door open your eyes snapped up and met Tommy’s. Like you’d been waiting for him.

Tommy smiled his biggest smile. It wasn’t a put on— he felt a genuine flood of happiness seeing you look up to greet him. His eyes roamed over you. The golden sun pouring through the windows was catching on your hair and making your eyes sparkle. In place of yesterday’s oversized t-shirt, you were wearing a low-cut white tank. And fucking hell, you wore it well. Hangover forgotten, he strolled over to join his brother.

“Well I know what I’m having. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about that cinnamon roll last night. Was like I could taste it in my dreams.” You looked at him and laughed, a magical soft sound.

“One sticky pecan cinnamon roll for Tommy, coming up,” you announced, and Tommy noted with approval that you remembered his name. You moved with a practiced ease behind the counter, lifting the cinnamon bun with a pair of tongs and nestling it in a plastic clamshell. You passed it to him with a sly half-smile.

Then you looked down at the pastries again, as if deep in thought.

“I think for Joel, however, we need something a bit… darker.” Tommy watched as your eyes flicked up to Joel’s.

“I think you may just be right, darlin’,” Joel practically purred back, meeting your gaze. Fuck him.

“How about a slice of my Mexican chocolate tart?”

“Perfect.”

Tommy watched you serve Joel his pastry. When you handed it over, he saw how your small hand brushed against his larger one, almost lingering there. He felt a hot flood of jealousy rising up through his chest— but then he noticed something. Even as your hand was touching Joel’s, your eyes were on him.

They sat outside on the picnic table, eating their treats and sipping their coffee.

“God damn,” Joel breathed as he set his plastic fork down in the now-empty box. “That woman can bake.”

“I know, right?” Tommy concurred. “I think I’m in love.”

Joel shook his head. “That’s gonna be a bit of a problem, because I’m pretty sure she wants to take me for a roll in the hay.”

“You just keep tellin’ yourself that, if it makes you feel better.”

Tommy rubbed his finger along the rim of his iced coffee, feeling the cold condensation that had gathered there. He loved nothing more than giving his brother shit, but he did wonder. He wanted to believe it was him that you were into. But for every moment you seemed to be flirting with Tommy, there was another when your eyes were definitely on Joel. What the hell was that thing about him needing something a bit darker anyway?

He knew Joel was handsome, that some girls dug that rugged, older man vibe. They got wet for a guy with a mortgage and sad eyes. And he’d spent his childhood watching chicks go wild for his big brother, so it’s not like this would be the first time a girl was more interested in Joel than in him.

But it didn’t seem that simple, either. There was something playful and mischievous about you, something more his speed. And there was undoubtedly a spark there when you locked eyes.

“Y’know what, Joel?”

“What?”

“I think we should have a little wager. See which one of us can land a date with the coffee shop babe first.”

Joel laughed and shook his head. “Jesus, Tommy. What are you, twelve?”

A slow grin spread across Tommy’s face. “Sounds like someoneis afraid he’s going to lose.”

“You really wanna play this game, Tommy? ‘Cause you know I’ll take you down.”

“Oh I do,” Tommy said, his smile widening. This was going to be fun.

Tommy couldn’t believe his luck. Joel was distracted packing up the truck for the day, making sure all his beloved tools were accounted for. And then you came right out the door of your shop, keys in hand and bag slung over your shoulder. He walked briskly across the food truck lot as you flipped the ‘Come In, We’re OPEN’ sign to ‘Sorry, We’re CLOSED.’

“Headin’ out for the day, sugar?”

You turned slowly, and he watched the delicious roll of your body. That tank top, man alive. And now that you weren’t standing behind the counter, he could properly appreciate the tight cut-offs you’d paired it with. That denim hugging your curves like a second skin.

“Hey Tommy. Yeah, it’s closing time for me. I’ll be back bright and early tomorrow, though.”

You stood there, hand on one hip, looking him over in that saucy way you had. Expectant. He felt his palms begin to sweat— it was now or never.

“Hey, so, I was wonderin’…” He trailed off, ducking his head and rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand. Get it together, Miller, he silently admonished himself.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I thought you might be interested in goin’ out dancin’ this Saturday.”

Your eyes were twinkling. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you had a chance—

“That’s right, me and by brother were plannin’ on hittin’ up The Broken Spoke. ‘S kind of a Miller brother tradition.” Joel slapped a hand heartily against Tommy’s back. Son of a bitch must’ve snuck up while he was distracted. “We thought you might be interested in joining.”

Your face broke into a wide smile. “That so?”

“Looks like we’ll be neighbors for a while here, while we work on this house. Be good to get to know each other,” Joel drawled. Tommy imagined how satisfying it would feel to kick his knees in with his steel-toed boots.

“I’d be happy to join you boys,” you pronounced, turning your key in the door lock with a practiced flick of your wrist. “Pick me up around 8?”

#joel miller x reader #tommy miller x reader #joel miller x reader x tommy miller #tlou fic #the last of us fanction #pwp #pre-outbreak #tlou smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #tommy miller fanfiction #joel miller x you

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circe69 · 1 year

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Can you do a Ghost x reader where somehow at a party or bar with the team or something and at some put reader twerks on Ghost I wonder his reaction would be or how that we go?

seven shots

simon "ghost" riley x fem! reader

narrative: i think anon described it perfectly ;)

cw: suggestiveness, mentions of alcohol, possesive!simon

A/N: hey anon! sorry it took so long, i needed to make it perfect. thanks for the suggestion! inbox is open btw!

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You and your whole troop had gone to some sketchy bar off the side of the road after a huge mission. It had gone perfectly, and Soap had suggested celebrating.

You hopped out of your car, in a tight black dress with your hair down. It had felt like years since you've taken your hair out of your normal tight bun, and the relief you felt was amazing.

Walking into the dim-lit bar, your eyes locked with Ghost's. He wasn't in his normal attire, his balaclava still on, but he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his muscles.

He was sitting at the bar, looking you up and down.

"Like what you see, Lieutenant?" You teased as you took a few steps forward. He was so tall that even when he was sitting down, he was taller than you.

"Just admiring you, s' all." He said quietly. How you could hear him over the loud music, you didn't know.

You saw the rest of your team out on the dance floor, and it was clear they already had a few drinks in them.

The fact that Simon Riley was a heavyweight was no surprise to you. He seemed like such a trip sitter to you, as if he was always the one assigned to drive after a long night like this.

But you wanted to try to get him drunk.

"Simon, how many drinks have you have?" You ask, staring at his lips. You could see the outline through his thin mask.

"Too many to count, Y/N."

You took a seat next to him and waved the bartender over.

"Can you take a few more?" You rest a hand around his forearm.

Ghost nodded in agreement, smirking with his eyes.

"Let's make a deal. Whoever takes 7 shots the fastest wins. If I win, I get to dance with you."

"Deal," he says while taking his balaclava off, leaving everyone around him shocked.

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You slammed the last shot glass down, "Done." You exhaled loudly, politely wiping your mouth, trying not to ruin your makeup.

"Don't worry about keeping your lipstick pretty, Y/N, I can promise I'll ruin it later." You look over at Ghost to see him relaxing with his hands behind his head, glancing over at the empty shot glasses. Clearly, he's been done with his 7 shots for at least 5 minutes.

But it's also clear that he's drunk.

You gasp, "Simon, are you drunk right now?"

He stands up while grabbing your hand and leads you out on the dance floor.

"Maybe," he whispers in your ear while grabbing onto your waist and swaying you to the music.

You reach up and put your arms around his neck, gently massaging every so often.

All the sudden the music changes from soft to rave, and people go crazy. You didn't want to admit it, but you felt a little tipsy too, and it was apparent when you turned around, so your back was against Ghost's chest. You almost started twerking on him until he squeezed your hips firmly and leaned down,

"Not here, Y/N,” he said nervously laughing, “I don't need all these guys in here asking for a turn."

You turn around to face him, almost pouting that he wouldn't let you. You put your hands on his chest, signaling to him that you had something to say so he leaned down to hear you,

"Why do you care?" You whispered, and he turned to face you.

"Because you're mine."

#ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #modern warfare #ghost imagine #circe69scribbles

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imarriedchrisredfield · 1 year

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Training - Hanzo Shimada

Hanzo Shimada x Female!Reader

Summary : For some time now, you started to learn how to use a bow. Hanzo is here to help you.

Warnings : None

Words : 903

Note : English isn't my first language, so if you see any mistakes don't hesitate to tell me :)

There was a gust of wind, during which you did nothing. When it passed, you took a deep breath with your eyes closed, then exhaled.

"Ok, focus." You whispered for yourself.

Your eyes stared at the target for a few seconds, frowning. And suddenly, your right hand let go of the bowstring, making the arrow soar. Your tongue clicked against your palate when you saw that the arrow didn't land on the center.

"It'll never land on the center." You grumbled, taking another arrow.

"You got better." You turned around recognizing your boyfriend's voice. He was leaning against the trunk of a large tree behind you, his arms crossed against his chest.

"You think so?" You asked doubtfully. "I think I should stick with the Beretta." You contradict, turning back to the target.

"Let me observe your movements so I can help you." He said as he came toward you.

You nodded, cocking the bow. You took the same inspiration and made the same exhalation as earlier. No sooner had you cocked the bow than you felt Hanzo's hands on your shoulders.

"Your shoulders are too tight."

You moved your shoulders slightly until Hanzo removed his hands. He moved to stand on your right. He raised the bow a little, then put his hand on your right wrist. He pulled it back gently, until my hand reached my face and the bowstring was tighter. He then walked back behind you.

"Stabilize your breathing correctly, it's a bit erratic."

"I have to admit that it's hard to stabilize it when you're so close and you touch me that much." You said with a glance at him.

"Focus." He ordered with a bit of amusement all the same. You smiled, trying to indeed stabilize your breathing as you could. "Let go of the string."

You obey immediately. The arrow landed closer to the center, although it wasn't exactly there.

"Not so bad." He said while you were turning toward to him.

"Unfortunately, you won't always be able to guide me that much."

"You just have to tell yourself that it's quite similar to the gun. With a little practice, you won't need me anymore." He assured.

"If you say so." You sighed.

His lips gently rested on your forehead. Your free hand rested on his forearm, before you kissed him tenderly on the lips. You removed the quiver hanging from your back before handing it with the bow to Hanzo.

"Show me, I'll learn easier if I look at you doing it."

"You've already told me this many times." He reminded you, taking the bow and the quiver. "And everytime you absolutely don't pay any attention at what I was doing."

"This time, I really will look at your moves." You said while standing next to him.

"I won't make you promise that."

You couldn't hold back an amused smile. Meanwhile, he put the quiver before getting into position in front of the target. He took an arrow, fully concentrate in his actions. The swift movement of his tongue on his lower lip was the thing that made you forget about the initial purpose of this. Your eyes landed on his tattooed arm. Everytime you were looking at it, it felt like you were discovering again his tattoo and its hypnotizing patterns, which were fitting perfectly his muscles. You knew it by heart, feature by feature, and yet it still amazed you.

"Mh… it wasn't super great." He suddenly said. I snapped out of my thoughts to shake my head sharply in response.

"It was perfect, as always." You assured with a smile.

He looked at you for a moment without saying anything, before having a thin amused smile. You remained silent, not understanding what made him smile like that. And, to your surprise, he let out a very short chuckle, making you even more lost than you already were.

"What did I say?" You asked, completely lost.

"Well…" He raised his bow. You then saw that the arrow was still there, and that there were only the arrows that you had shot on the target. "You will always be the same."

"Excuse me, but it's really hard not be distracted."

He shook his head slightly, then in one swift motion and quick succession, he drew his bow and fired the arrow at the target. Of course, it landed right in its center without a problem.

"It's a compliment, in case you weren't aware of this." You explained with confidence, your head nodding and your arms crossed on your chest.

"Fortunately for you, I don't have any focus problem as soon as you do something." He said, getting rid of the bow and the quiver.

"I wouldn't mind it…" You murmured.

"I actually prefer not to shot any arrow on you." He said.

You nodded with a smile to confirm his words. Your hands on his shoulders, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. His hands ended up on your cheeks as he kissed me back. He just put his lips on yours, you didn't move them. It was just a nice little peck that still gave you as many butterflies as the first time.

Needless to say, despite all this time and all the effort in the world to concentrate during a training, it would still be difficult for you as long as Hanzo was close enough to make your heart beats fast.

#hanzo shimada #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #female reader

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bachiras-toaster · 6 months

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kinktober day 31: phone sex : ̗̀➛

ODASAKU SAKUNOSUKE x afab!reader

contents. smut. f!masturbation, use of dildo, dubcon, use of pet names- i post track of time and forgot about this. this was almost a drabble

wc. 1.3k

sypnosis. you’ve been missing oda so much while hes been away that you cant help but get off to his voice while on the phone to him

"It's so lonely without you here, Oda." You whined into the phone, hearing him sigh at your despair in the other line.

"It's lonely without you too, but I need to complete this mission. We'll be together soon." He leaned back in his chair, his cell pressed up right against his ear using one hand while his other was being used to sieve through a mountain of documents to read.

This was so humiliating. Was this taboo? Oda had been away for this mission for so long and you were longing for his touch so badly; your disappointment really settled in when it had dawned on you that there were still so many nights that you would have to suffer through alone. You knew that he missed you just as well as you missed him, but you understood that the ways that you two were missing each other were likely very different. Because while Oda's solution to his long-distance heartache was to call you late at night to help him get through the pile of papers he had to sort through, yours was to... Get off to hearing his voice.

Don't blame yourself, okay? Like you said, you had been separated for so long that it was almost agonising. You couldn't help but have your phone sat on your nightstand with it on speaker so you didn't have to hold onto it as your rode one of your pillows, your palms gripping tightly onto the headboard for support. Your panties and shorts had already been fully discarded of and tossed to the side of your bedroom, all that was left was to try and get through the night.

God, this was so perverted. Would Oda hang up if he knew what you were doing? Would he feel creeped out? These were the kinds of questions that flooded through your mind but you were opting to ignore out of pure desperation. Maybe he would, but at least you would've had the memory of his voice to go off on- and that was at least enough.

You were already in the process of leaning over towards the drawer in your nightstand to see if you could locate a toy that could help you out. To your luck, you were able to find your hands around a long box, which you were well aware of what was inside. You excitedly pulled it out of the night stand and pulled it out of the box, swiftly discarding of the material and lubing it up ready as you licked your lips.

"So— You're not getting ready for bed yet?" You questioned frantically, needing to hear his voice again after the agonising silence as you laid your back against your sheets.

"Absolutely not, I haven't even changed out of my suit yet. There's no way I could prepare for bed with this much work to do." He sounded disappointed and just continued to skim over the documents, signing shortly.

"You haven't..?" You breathed out slowly as you felt the toy first enter your cunt, penetrating your folds so easily thanks to the lube and how wet you already were. But it took some time to adjust to the feeling, especially since you haven't had something, or somebody, inside you for so long.

"No. I've loosened my tie up a bit and took my blazer off, but I'm still basically in uniform."

Fucking hell this was so perverted.

You could imagine it well: Him leaned back in his chair with his legs parted just slightly out of fatigue. Yes, his blazer would be discarded, but his sleeves would also be rolled up to his forearms and you could see the muscle peek out from the fabric. Hearing him describe his loosened tie couldn't make you help but fantasise about just crawling on top of him and grabbing him by the cravat while you stuck your tongue down his throat.

"Couldn't you—" You felt the sudden need to gasp for air as the dildo hit your g-spot. "—Take your tie off completely?" You asked, trying desperately to bite back your soft moans as to not alert Oda of what was happening. "—I just think that since you're working so hard, the tie could get really irritating. If you get stressed, you're gonna have trouble breathing—Y'know..?"

"I guess you're right..." Oda hummed in approval and put down the paper he was holding to instead hook his finger back onto his tie to pull it off completely. "It's really heartwarming to hear that you care about me, darling." He smiled softly as his tie came off.

God damn it. That sweet and kind voice only fuelled your desire- But it really didn't help that Oda believed you had told him to do so out of the kindness of your heart when you were just really desperate to imagine him without his tie, his top buttons all undone.

"Of course... I care about you so much—" You had to whine that last part into your pillow so he wouldn't pick up on the filthy noises you were making.

However, Oda felt that something was was off and turned his attention towards his phone, donning a concerned expression.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He queried, his voice laced with worry. "You sound like you're in pain."

"I'm not in pain..." You whined out, desperate to reach your high while his voice was still pressed firmly into your mind. "I'm actually— Doing fine right now..."

Oda just narrowed his eyes towards his phone, but decided to take your word for it.

"Okay... Well, if you're doing okay. I'm gonna go back to my work now, since I feel as if I'm getting a little sidetracked. Call me back if you need anything—"

"—Wait, no!" You cried out, feeling your entire face flush as a warmth spread across your cheeks. You swiftly stumbled over towards your phone at your nightstand to grab it, practically screaming down the microphone. "Oda, please stay on call. Please..." You begged pathetically, your legs trembling from the lack of satisfaction you were getting.

"So there is something wrong. What is it?"

Oh god, he sounded so worried. He was such a kind man, but how pathetic would it be to explain your situation right now? How much of a whiny crybaby would you need to be to tell him how desperate you were for his touch? You wanted to keep it to yourself, but the sound of his voice was just too enticing. It made it way too easy for you to let slip what was going on.

"We've just been away for so long... I feel so untouched." You let out in soft whimpers. "I need you so badly, Odasaku, but you're so far away. Your voice is the only thing that can help me."

"...Help you...?" His breath fell short.

"Help me pleasure myself." You let out softly.

Oda's eyes suddenly widened and his face blushed a light shade of pink. His skin got warmer and the crotch of his pants immediately felt extremely tight. The way you sounded so helpless, a trait you thought would end the call for sure, just enticed Oda. It made it sound like you were in a situation only he could help in— Which, of course, was the case, but it gave him so much authority. A sense of responsibility, if you will.

Slowly, Oda unzipped the fly of his pants to lift his cock from his underwear, his breathing extremely steady as he went through with the task. His length was already pulsating a little with desire, and he flicked his thumb over his tip, causing him to shudder a little.

The long silence on your end made you wince— You had no idea what was happening. All you heard was the blank nothingness, and it made you sure that he was about to hang up at any time now. However, instead of doing so, Oda brought his phone up to his ear once more, his other hand softly gripping at his cock.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll help you. As long as you promise to help me too.”

#bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #oda sakunosuke #bsd odasaku #odasaku sakunosuke #sakunosuke oda #sakunosuke oda x reader

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imagintheworldaway · 16 days

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Moral of the story PT2

the long awaited sequel !

read part one here!

requests are open

Scrolling TikTok was usually a bit of a break for me. I had just finished filming a video with Lux and I was taking a break before I had a shower to scrub off my makeup and have a little self care evening. Everything was sweetly mind-numbing until a clip caught my eye. I turned up the volume as I saw an original clip from Harry and Is Vegas wedding. It was the clip of us leaving the chapel, me in my short baby doll white dress and veil longer than my actual dress, and Harry in a tieless suit with his top buttons undone. We were only teens in this clip, back when it was us two against the world. The clip cut and I saw Harry on screen. “It’s the hardest thing to talk about really” He said and then it cut to Ethan. “They were so in love, we were jealous, not only was it great content but it was so real” the screen then cut back to Harry. “What happened?” a voice said from behind the camera. “I don't know, she obviously wasn't happy, it broke my heart, i loved her, and she just threw it all the way, like it was nothing, like, how can you be so horrible, cruel, i-” Harry had started rambling before catching his tongue and the clip swapped back to SImon “she truly broke his heart, it hurt all of us” he said looking into the camera. And that's where the clip ended, and my rage started. Yes I asked for the divorce, but how was he not happy? How can he lie about me like that? None of them ever reached out to me, asking if I was ok, how the hell dare they. It had been over three years, the divorce was over and done with, we had talked through it so many times, we had talked to our friends, addressed the fans, even appeared together a handful of times in different videos. I thought we were all finally in a good place again. Obviously I was wrong.

The day was as bleak as my mood. I felt bad for anyone that saw me as I was contemplating murder right now. All I could see was red, and there was only one man I was going to aim this anger at. I had rang Talia and she had told me that the boys were filming at a studio I was all too familiar with. It was only a short walk from where I lived, I quickly turned my anger into determination as I mapped the streets in my head and my muscle memory almost flew me to the warehouse. I stormed through the door, I couldn’t care less if they were in the middle of a shoot. I had a score to settle.

I stormed through, past the crew, people tried to stop me but no one had the chance. I stopped abruptly on the set but not quite in front of the cameras. They were shooting some type of game show but my rage just intensified when I saw my target. “You fucking arsehole” I shouted, my fists balled at my sides as I stood staring down my target. Everyone went silent and looked at me, most faces in pure shock to even see me. “Say something you twat, or did you say it all in your stupid fucking documentary” I spat in Harry’s direction. “Uh- I-“ he stuttered. I just stood there, staring daggers.

No one said anything, just watched like an old western movie, two people in a standoff. “I’m not leaving until I have answers, so keep staring” I said through gritted teeth. “Uh take five everyone” I heard Kon say somewhere to my left. Everyone stayed still for a moment, no one wanting to move first, before the crew started busying themselves and the other boys just stood there stunned. I waited as Harry took his time to walk over to me. “Can we do this outside? '' he said, not looking at me. “So chat shit about me to the entire world but can’t sort it in front of your mates, spineless dick” I snapped, “oh and none of you are off the hook either” i spat pointing my finger at all the boys. I grabbed Harry's forearm, spinning around and walking to the door.

“Y/N I-“ he started before crumpling under my stare. “You what Harry? Thought you’d save yourself by slandering me?” I said “look at me, Atleast give me that” I said my voice faltering. “I thought we were cool, i thought you understood, i thought we had all figured this out” i had pleaded with him. “I didn't mean for it to come off like that” he sighed, “then what? How did you mean for it to come off, cause I've had so much hate already, I don't know if I can go through all of this again "I said, slinking back into myself a little. “Come on, I love you Y/N” he said, his voice strained as he reached for my arm. I jerked back, almost instinctively for a moment, seeing the hurt wash across his face as I let my emotions run free. “No, no, no. You do not deserve to say that to me” I seethed, starting to feel the tears prick at the corner of my eyes. “You hurt me” I spat, pointing my finger accusingly at Harry. He looked lost like a little puppy, and if I was still the woman he had married, I would have crumbled, apologised, and comforted him, telling him it was ok and we can forget this ever happened. But this time I cannot forget. “And you didn't hurt me?” he quipped back. “I never said i didn’t, the difference is you care so much about what your friends and fans think about you, about us, that it's easier to slander me just to make yourself out to be the good guy” the tears had slowed down now, but i can already guarantee my makeup is fully fucked.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I gathered myself. “I loved you Harry, so fucking much. I thought you were it for me, you were my forever, but this, it turned so toxic, it turned into pleasing everyone but ourselves. And the fact that you still can't see that all these years later. Well, you need to let go, "I said, trying to get through to him. “And then what? I lose you forever?” He sounded so desperate and so unsure. “I don't know, but you need to let go, neither of us can grow if you don't” I almost pleaded with him. “Fine, i’ll try, but this won't happen overnight,” he sighed. “I know that, but please, if you really do still love me, try” it wasn’t a lot, but for now, these words will have to do. I quickly composed myself, turning back to a stoic version of myself, putting my guard back up “Just know, if you ever pull anything like that again, i will air all of our dirty laundry”

#youtube #wroetoshaw x reader #w2s imagine #w2s x reader #w2s #wroetoshaw #harry lewis x reader #harry lewis one shot #harry lewis imagine #harrylewis

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justplainwhump · 9 months

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Hope

A little follow up to Noor's last scene, before I move on.

Noor learns new truths.

Content: BBU, very early recovery, conditioned whumpee offering sex to caretaker (turned down)

The woman who'd guided him into the red car with him was still there. Rather tall, about Noor's own height, slim build but notable muscles around shoulders and arms. There was a slightly dangerous air around her, even when she smiled. It made him nervous.

She'd talked to the driver, quietly, quickly, in a language he didn't understand, and all he knew is that she was angry, and quite a bit worried.

She had fallen quiet now, looked back at him from the passenger seat, dark honey eyes taking him in.

"I can," he assured her softly, without her having asked for it. There was only one thing anyone wanted of him, anyway. "I am specifically trained to please men, but my skills are surely sufficient to give you a good time, too. Maybe together with your partner?" Noor tilted his head toward the driver, a bulky man with a constant frown on an otherwise soft face. The type Noor liked most. He could almost feel these arms around him, this mouth hot on his skin. "I'm sure I can help him unwind." His voice had dropped to a seductive whisper, just the way he'd been taught. Just the way that always worked.

Not now.

The man glanced into the rear view mirror. Deep, dark eyes. Noor bit his lip and smiled. "It wouldn't make me unwind," the man said plainly. His voice resonated deep within Noor's body. "It would make me very uncomfortable."

Noor let out a small laugh, soft and airy, the way that could hide the deep confusion underneath. He'd never been turned down by another man. And now, the second time within one night. The handler in the house hadn't had enough time, Noor could understand that, even though a quick fuck like that could've been over in less than five minutes. This man here, though, could have all the time in the world with Noor.

Maybe he was straight? But many of his clients were, or claimed to be, and they still fucked him all the same. "I can be whatever you want. I can make your wildest dreams come true."

Noor eased himself back in the seat and ran a hand through his long hair, brushing it over his shoulder, as he searched for the other man's gaze in the mirror, eyes slightly veiled behind his long lashes.

It didn't work. The man just focused back on the street. "We can't take him to the safe house yet," he said to the woman. "They're at their limit already with the rescues from the last job. I don't think they can handle this one. He'll be a problem around men."

"Men don't have any problems with me," Noor purred and pushed up his body on the back seat, desperately wishing for another body to settle down close to his. "On the contrary. I make them forget any of their problems."

They wouldn't throw him out, surely, he hoped. He wouldn't need to be alone and on the run tonight. He couldn't.

"You're right. I'll take him," the woman said flatly.

Noor covered his sudden disappointment with a renewed smile. It didn't sound nice. It didn't sound like she wanted him at all. But he needed to be wanted. He was made to be wanted. All the clients, at WRU, and at the shady walking house downtown, they had wanted him. He lived, he'd survived, because he'd been wanted.

He stared at the car door next to him. The nightly city was rushing past in streaks of light in front of darkness. He thought about his chances. He'd get hurt, rolling himself out. They'd find him again. If not them - why should they, if neither of them wanted him? - then the handlers from the raid. This time, he might not be able to run. But it was his only chance. To find someone who actually wanted-

"Hey." A hand rested on his forearm. The woman had turned on her seat entirely to face him. Her hand was warm. "I'm Marta," she said. "What can I call you?"

Her touch made him shiver. Her skin was warm, a little sweaty maybe, in the damp heat of the summer night. Noor didn't mind.

"Noor," he said softly. "It means light."

Marta smiled. "Okay, Noor. You don't need to be afraid."

He wasn't, he thought. There was only one thing he feared, and that was white and monotonous and cold.

She looked at the door handle knowingly. "Or whatever the feeling is that makes you leave. You're allowed to leave, Noor. You can just tell us, and we'll drop you anywhere. We don't want to own you."

He blinked once, before he laughed again, in the inviting way that he was so good at, hoping to find an unsuspicious reply. He couldn't. It didn't make sense. He didn't want to be owned, but neither did he want not to told what to do. He didn't want to stay with them, if they didn't want him, but he didn't want to be alone, either. There was no place he could go. No place he'd even understand.

"You can come with me, I'll set you up with a bed, and I'll buy you a pizza. And we'll talk about finding a place for you."

Was he so easy to read? Noor had always prided himself for his skills at understanding what his clients desired. But he'd never thought someone would even bother trying to understand what was going on inside of him.

A place for you.

A place for Noor, for himself.

The words made him feel warm.

"But you don't want me," he whispered.

"I don't want you," Marta repeated slowly. "As in, I don't want your body, or your service. But I want something for you."

"What?"

"A life," she said.

This time, Noor didn't laugh.

He just fell silent, when she sat back in her seat and faced forward, and the man steered through the dark side alleys of a nice neighbourhood Noor had never seen.

Both of them said nothing. And in return, Noor. didn't touch the door again.

He spun the words in his head.

A life. A place for you.

It made no sense.

But in the most beautiful way.

"I'd like that," he whispered eventually, so quiet the people wouldn't hear him over the noises of the car.

It didn't matter. He'd said it to himself, anyways. And to his surprise, it felt like the truth.

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sickficideas · 6 months

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never fallen from quite this high || akutagawa & chuuya sickfic

ao3! 2.7k - please refer to the tags and notes in the link for content + warnings! there's quite a bit in this one!

"Akutagawa, do you have a moment?"

Hirotsu doesn't often call him. Even when the Black Lizard have an issue of any kind, Hirotsu can typically resolve it himself. He's a very capable leader, and his many years in the mafia allow Ryuunosuke to put a lot of trust in him.

So he's already on edge about this phone call. Hirotsu would never call him for no reason. He would never call him if it weren't important.

"I do," Ryuunosuke answers. He's in Chuuya's office, high up in the Port Mafia headquarters building, waiting for him to return with some documents. He feels the muscles in his shoulders tense up painfully. He's already sore and in pain after several days of work. "What is it?"

"Gin was badly injured today," Hirotsu starts. He's calm, but his voice is stern.

Ryuunosuke feels dizzy.

Again, this is something Hirotsu would never tell him unless it were serious. Gin is often injured in her line of work, he's aware of that. They're in the same boat, in that regard. But as long as she gets prompt and proper treatment, Ryuunosuke knows he doesn't have to worry. Gin looks after herself, and Hirotsu, Tachihara and Higuchi do as well.

He never has to worry about her. He hates this feeling. He feels as small and pathetic as he did living in the slums.

"A few of our subordinates were responsible for covering for her. Tachihara and I were on opposite ends of the building," Hirotsu explains, and Ryuunosuke leans against the wall. "Her backup is missing, and she was unconscious when I found her. I don't know what happened, but our targets were dangerous and gifted."

"What - what kind of injury, Hirotsu?" he asks, hating just how shaky his voice sounds. It's coming through as anger, he's aware of that, but he would never admit he's terrified. He needs to calm himself down, but he doesn't know how. He didn’t think their targets were going to pose any kind of real threat. He would have gone with them if he was concerned.

"I'm not quite sure. There was a substantial injury to her chest and one on her head. She lost a lot of blood, Akutagawa," Hirotsu tells him. Hirotsu must know that he isn't taking this lightly. He knows it's truly serious. "I'll let you know if I'm given any updates. She’s currently in surgery."

"Thank you," Ryuunosuke murmurs, and soon enough, the line goes dead.

Ryuunosuke realizes can't breathe.

He knows he's having a panic attack, but he's never quite figured out how to stop them, or how to deal with them at all. He doesn't know what to do. This isn't the kind of thing he can just sit back and calm himself down about. Hirotsu didn't say it outright, but the circumstances tell him that this could be life or death. His sister might die. There's nothing to be calm about.

"I told you not to go outside by yourself," Ryuunosuke had chided, several years ago. Gin wouldn’t look him in the eye. She left their shelter in the middle of the night without any of them to back her up, and Ryuunosuke couldn’t understand why. Some of their friends had died doing reckless things like that.

"I can handle myself too," she said quietly, staring at her hands. She's not combative or defensive with her words, she's never been that way. "I want to help us in the same way you do, Ryuu."

She said all of that with a gash in her forearm so deep that bright red blood was still dripping from her arm, pooling in her palm. They had ways to prevent each other from getting hurt like that, and it meant to not go anywhere alone.

He presses a hand to his eyes as his breath shakes.

She's all by herself.

"Akutagawa, I need you to look over this for me. I'm not really…"

Chuuya's voice trails off as he wanders into the office and closes the door behind him, and Ryuunosuke wants nothing more than to leave the room and pretend he was never seen, pretend he was never there, but he knows Chuuya wouldn't rest until he caught him.

"The hell's goin' on with you?" he asks unceremoniously, stopping only a few feet before him.

"Nothing," Ryuunosuke breathes out. barely, trying to somehow gain some composure, but through his mind flashes images of the friends he and Gin grew up with, murdered in cold blood in front of them. He needs to get out, but he can’t move.

He can't lose Gin too. He can't.

He hears the gunshots, the blood, the organ matter spraying from their bullet wounds. He hears the flesh being torn off one of their faces by a rabid dog. He feels the ice-like skin of a friend who died in his sleep from the cold of an unbearable winter, once he wishes he never survived through. All things he'd long forgotten, pushed out of his mind. All things he told himself would never happen to anyone he cared about ever again, and here he is.

The sounds only get louder, muffling everything else. He hears Gin’s sobs after they had found the youngest girl from their group completely mutilated, and Ryuunosuke still sees her. He smells the rotten flesh of the friends they had to wait to bury because of the cold. He hears the incomprehensible muttering of a boy they rescued from being trafficked. Ryuunosuke feels the hands all over him, he hears his own thoughts from back then - whatever they do to me is the price I have to pay to get food for everyone. He hears Gin’s shaky voice asking where he’s been. He thinks he might pass out. The memories on their own are incredibly overwhelming for him, but all at once like this is far too much for him to handle.

He feels himself start to list sideways, but something stops. He doesn't feel anything against him, he doesn't hit anything, but there's a hand on his shoulder gently urging him to sit down, with the help of his gravity ability.

Chuuya's eyes are a piercing shade of blue. Once they're sitting on the floor, it's all Ryuunosuke can look at. Chuuya’s close as he takes his hand back. Ryuunosuke and Gin used to watch the sea in the early mornings, when things were quiet, when they could let their guard down for a few moments - that glittering blue, it's just like that.

"You've gotta tell me what's goin' on. I can't help if I don't know. Don't pass out on me like that," Chuuya tells him with a scoff, but his concern is obvious. Ryuunosuke doesn't want to tell him. He doesn't want to repeat it. He's terrified that saying it out loud will give the universe more reason to make it true, and the panic starts to set in again. If he had any tears left to shed, he's sure his eyes would be flooded with them by now.

What is he supposed to do without his sister?

"Hey. Hey, you're okay," Chuuya tells him, his voice suddenly much softer than before. Ryuunosuke is having trouble breathing, now. He’s quite familiar with the feeling. He tries his best to consciously take normal breaths, but it isn’t working. Someone is screaming in his ear.

Chuuya scoots himself closer to him, the concern and confusion in his eyes only growing. Ryuunosuke brings his knees into his chest and Chuuya lays a hand on one, lowering his head a bit to force some eye contact from Ryuunosuke, but he won’t budge. His stomach churns and twists without much warning and he feels every muscle in his abdomen tense up. He’s so overwhelmed.

"You look like you're about to puke," Chuuya says just before Ryuunosuke brings a hand up to his mouth. He definitely is. Ryuunosuke can barely manage a nod, but Chuuya has already gone with his assumption and stands to fetch the trash bin by his desk, and much to Ryuunosuke’s horror, it’s an effort made too late, because he leans over to the left and chokes up stomach bile without a chance to hold it back, even for a few seconds.

His nausea always sneaks up on him like this, only ever giving him a few seconds to react. All he could manage was that first splatter. He hasn’t eaten a thing today, so he doesn’t have anything left to bring up, even though his stomach is still trying to twist everything out of itself.

It brings him back to reality, for better or for worse. He’s more focused on the fact that he’s just thrown up on the carpet of Chuuya’s office than the horrible memories that were taunting him just moments ago. His face feels hot and his hands are clammy. He wants nothing more than to go curl up and hide somewhere, but there isn’t even room to pretend right here.

He tries to breathe through it. In through his nose and out through his mouth, but all he can manage is a few sputtering coughs and some sharp breaths in. He brings his arms back up to his chest, subconsciously trying to make himself smaller.

“I’m sorry, I - ”

"Don't worry about it. I've seen people puke before. I don't care," Chuuya says, kneeling in front of him, now. Chuuya isn’t the type to lie about things like that, so Ryuunosuke feels a little better about it, but he still feels miserable. His head is swimming in every direction and his stomach hurts, the muscles are pressing up against his stomach and trying to force more out, and he dry heaves into his hand. He wants to lay down. “You’ve gotta breathe, you’re gonna pass out if you keep doing that. Listen to me, alright?”

Chuuya’s hand lands on Akutagawa’s shoulder, and his face is much closer than he expected it to be once he tilts his head up. Chuuya sucks in a breath and holds it for a few seconds, and Ryuunosuke realizes that he’s trying to get him to mirror that. He’s not sure if he can, or if he wants to, but Chuuya isn’t giving him other options.

He struggles the first few times. He’s worried he’s going to throw up again for a few moments there, when his breath shakes and he coughs, but the nausea slowly subsides, the closer he gets to a normal breathing pattern.

“Please don’t leave,” Ryuunosuke had begged her with the little energy he had. It was one of the coldest nights of the year, and Ryuunosuke was so sick he couldn’t move. Gin wanted to go look for food with two of the others in their group, but Ryuunosuke couldn’t bear the thought, in his fevered brain.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ryuu. Don’t worry, okay?”

He’s slowly losing control of his breaths again, and Chuuya reaches forward to squeeze his hand.

“Where are you right now?” Chuuya asks him sternly. Ryuunosuke’s met with those beautiful blue eyes of his again, and he’s pulled out of his memory with Gin.

“Your…your office,” Ryuunosuke manages. He almost forgot, he only remembers because of the vomit on the floor.

“Yeah, that’s right. And what’s today again? I can’t remember,” Chuuya says casually, but Ryuunosuke can still pick apart hints of tension in his voice. He hides it well.

“It’s…December twenty-seventh,” Ryuunosuke mumbles after taking in a deep breath. He shivers when met with the idea that he’ll have to leave the building soon. He really hates the cold.

“Right, right. You got any plans for the New Year?” Chuuya asks him gently. Ryuunosuke shakes his head, he can’t think that far ahead right now. “I’ve got this party I do with my subordinates every year at my place. Lots of drinking, though, I know that’s not really your thing.”

“Not particularly,” Ryuunosuke murmurs. His stomach twists at the thought of alcohol. His voice feels weak and heavy. Chuuya’s grip loosens on his hand and he reaches up to his forehead to lay the back side against it. He frowns, and slides his hand down to his cheek, checking with his palm this time. Ryuunosuke shrinks backward, but Chuuya doesn't care.

"You're warm. Feels like a fever," Chuuya sighs as he pulls his hand back. "How long you been sick for?"

He's always sick, he wants to say, but that's a notion that wouldn't help anyone in this situation. Ryuunosuke doesn't know when he stopped being sick the last time and this time started - he never feels well. But he won't tell Chuuya that. He just shrugs. He’s just glad he can finally breathe again.

"I'm hopin' you just worked yourself up and that's all it is," Chuuya says. "Can you tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you, Akutagawa?"

"My sister’s injured,” Ryuunosuke mumbles, lowering his chin. Chuuya sucks in a breath through his teeth. He must know that Ryuunosuke wouldn’t react like this if it wasn’t serious. He opens his mouth, almost looking like he wants to know what happened, but he stops.

“Do you want to go see her?” Chuuya asks.

“She’s being operated on,” Ryuunosuke says quietly. He needs to trust that they’ll take good care of her.

Chuuya nods. He pauses for a moment, but stands up and offers Ryuunosuke a hand. “You should lay down for a while, then. I have a couch in the other room.”

Ryuunosuke’s first inclination is to refuse that offer. He doesn’t have any right to accept help from Chuuya, not after he’s gone out of his way to help him, not after Ryuunosuke vomited on his floors. He’s embarrassed, but the idea of walking anywhere right now makes him want to pass out.

So Ryuunosuke extends a shaky hand out to Chuuya, and he lifts him from the floor completely effortlessly. Chuuya takes that opportunity to lead him to the adjacent room, not once letting go of his hand.

Ryuunosuke feels his brain spin inside his skull once they walk through the doorway, and he nearly faints as soon as they make it to the couch, but Chuuya doesn’t let it happen. He uses his ability to gently lay him down on the couch, kneeling down with him once his body relaxes. His fingers slide from their grip on Ryuunosuke’s and he lays his hand on Ryuunosuke’s cheek once again with a disapproving sigh, confirming it must in fact be a fever.

Ryuunosuke lays his hand over Chuuya’s, wishing he would keep it there. Chuuya’s hands are usually warm, but right now, they’re just what his fevered skin needs for some relief. A weak, pained groan escapes his throat. He’s lost all of his energy.

“I’ll call Hirotsu and ask him to let me know when she can be seen. Rest 'til then, ‘kay?” Chuuya says gently. "She'll be okay. She's survived this far,"

Ryuunosuke lets his eyes fall shut. He trusts Chuuya. Chuuya wouldn’t lie to him.

…

Two days later, Gin is stable enough to have visitors, and Ryuunosuke’s fever finally breaks.

Ryuunosuke doesn’t remember much past falling asleep on Chuuya’s couch. Chuuya told him he had to bring him to the infirmary at some point because he had become unresponsive, but Ryuunosuke remembers his presence the whole time.

He still has a bit of a temperature, and Chuuya told him to keep the cooling patch on his forehead for a while, but he peels it off before he goes to see Gin. He doesn’t want her to worry about him.

He parts the curtains where the nurses lead him, and the shattered pieces of his heart start to dig and twist into nearby organs. He’s never seen her like this before. She’s surrounded by equipment, lines, and tubing - oxygen, a fluid line, things Ryuunosuke has gotten very familiar with over the years - and things to keep her vitals well monitored. Ryuunosuke hates seeing these things on his sister.

When his eyes finally get the courage to look at her face, the warmth in her smile is enough to release all of the tension in his body.

"Hi," she says quietly, almost like a squeak. He can tell she hasn’t used her voice in a while.

Ryuunosuke can only let himself cry in front of her.

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anneangel · 7 months

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A note about Holmes and his Cocaine and Morphine use.

In "A Study in Scarlet" Watson sees Sherlock Holmes lying down and staring into nothing, and then Watson KNOWS that Holmes is on some NARCOTICS use. He just doesn't say anything because it goes beyond the limits of 19th century decorum to ask someone he's known for a week: 'Are you a drug user and addict?'.

As seen in this excerpt:

"Nothing could exceed his energy when the working fit was upon him; but now and again a reaction would seize him, and for days on end he would lie upon the sofa in the sitting-room, hardly uttering a word or moving a muscle from morning to night. On these occasions I have noticed such a dreamy, vacant expression in his eyes, that I might have suspected him of being addicted to the use of some narcotic (...)" — A Study in Scarlet, chapter 2.

But later, in "The Sign of the Four", Watson tells us that Holmes is a Cocaine user too.

P.s: 'Cocaine' IS NOT a narcotic.

Narcotics produce a side effect of lethargy, dulls the senses, basically deaden the senses. Ex: marijuana/ Cannabis or Morphine.

BUT, Cocaine is a central nervous system stimulant. Cocaine would make Holmes stay awake for HOURS, without sleeping for a long time and have insomnia, It would make him lose his appetite, become hyperactive, it would cause euphoria and talkativeness, it would improve his alertness, his movements, it would speed up his thoughts, with accelerated speech, and give him a feeling of power, vigor and energy. (Note: don't think it's a 'holy medicine', it causes a lot of damage to health in the long time).

But basically, Cocaine would make Sherlock Holmes look and act EXACTLY like he does in the cases.

Now, do you know what the effects of Cocaine abstinence are? Irritability, apathy, extreme fatigue, drowsiness, lethargy, depression, and others, basically cause the OPPOSITE of the effects of using the drug. (That's because I didn't count all the damage to health!!!)

The fact that Holmes has sudden changes in mood, as Watson tells us, when he is having an case and when he is without it, could just be symptoms of use and after abstinence of Cocaine, and also the adverse effects of use and abstinence of Morphine. It has already been proven that both drugs cause behavioral changes. So part of Holmes' "eccentric" behavior wasn't actually his personality, but his substance use.

Notice in "The Sign of the Four". Regardless of the 7% solution, Sherlock Holmes deliberately uses the drug. He is addict. and barely bothers to use it in the common area of Baker Street and even offer to Watson.

"(...)With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirtcuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. (...) Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. Three times a day for many months I had witnessed this performance (...).

"Which is it today," I asked, "morphine or cocaine?"

"It is cocaine," he said, "a seven-per-cent solution. Would you care to try it?" (...) – The Sign of the Four, chapter 1.

Note that Holmes uses the drug at the beginning of the book before he has a client, he does not use it during the case, but he uses it again at the end of the book with the end of the case (ranging between cocaine and morphine).

Could this be the usual Holmes' routine?

Watson try not to give us the impression that Holmes is a severe drugs addict in others text. But he stated in The Sign of the Four that "Holmes used it 3 times a day" and that saw it for "months".

I assume that Watson was more worried about using Cocaine because it was more recurrent than using Morphine (after all, Holmes wouldn't risk being doped and losing a client and a good case, right?).

And if Holmes used drugs outside of a case, and paused the use during a case, this explains the several cases where Holmes is in 'crisis' after a 'difficult case' and where he is recommended to rest and Watson even takes him to away from Baker Strett for 'better air' (I can check and bring up the names of cases in the comments maybe?).

Even though Holmes's mind remains active during cases without needing to use, his body must suffer the loss of drugs, because both have a high risk of chemical-physical dependence.

But Watson was extremely obvious in The Sign of the Four, but later, he not to expose Holmes more. Possibly the doctor realized that he went too far and has not spoken so much about Holmes's addiction so openly about this since. Watson became much MORE reticent. That's what it looks like.

Holmes' substance use was possibly more dramatic and serious than Watson mentions in his texts to us. It just shows how Watson is prone to omitting facts and situations that could expose their private lives too much. This propensity increases more about their intimate life things, with anything who that could intimidate, ridicule, defame or expose them to physical or moral embarrassment, or anything that may puts them in a situation of threat, imposition, coercion, intimidation, oppression, repression or violence to their lives, or from their customers, family, friends and countries.

In fact, Watson omits much more than tells.

#sherlock holmes #arthur conan doyle #acd canon #a study in scarlet #the sign of four #john h watson #sherlock holmes/john watson #sherlock holmes and dr. watson #sherlock books #holmes/watson

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mingirn · 2 years

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pretty and slow

choi san x reader

genre: smut

warnings: san teases the reader, dom!san, videocall sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, cum, gender neutral reader

"You're telling me you're not a little curious?" San asks, arms crossed over his middle and with his head tilted down. That typical all-knowing, teasing smile on his face as he looks up at you. He must see right through you, he has to know that you're trying hard not to avert your eyes to his bare arms, currently pressing against his abdomen and pushing every little muscle into sight. He hums, cocks an eyebrow, and speaks again, "Come on. Don't be shy."

"I don't-.. I wouldn't even know how," you mumble. Sans eyes soften a little when he nods, and the smile on his lips quirks up.

"But you want to?" he confirms.

"Yeah," you breathe out, quiet and embarrassed. "Yeah, I want to try."

Through the screen you can see and hear him suck in a breath, nodding again and letting his arms unfold, his hands moving from the top of his stomach to the hem of his shirt.

"Alright, how about you just watch me? Let's start there. How does that sound?" San says. You're already watching him, eyes focused on the way he's started to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, awaiting your approval. You hum, pairing it with a nod of your head. San sighs, "Words, baby."

"Yes," you rush out. "That sounds good, please."

The smile returns to his face, still soft and tender, bringing a sense of security back to you. Your heart is beating unnaturally fast in your chest as you watch, though you're just sitting in the safety of your room, swallowed by darkness and comforted by the late hour. You've seen San like this countless of times, and touched him just as many, yet it feels different now that you can only watch. Each reaction of yours is highlighted on his screen, there's nowhere to escape, no way you can just bury your face in Sans shoulder like usual. He's going to see it all, and just the thought of it heats you up from the inside.

San pushes his chair back a little, revealing more of himself. The screen cuts just above his knees, letting you see most of his thighs and the rest of him is on full display for you. One of his hands moves under his shirt, slow and careful, just coming to rest on the base of his stomach. You can't tell if he's taking it slow or if he's messing with you, based on the way he moves his hand over his skin, all shielded by his shirt.

"You won't take your eyes off me, will you?" he asks.

You shake your head, "No. I'll watch, I promise."

San says nothing else, put keeps his eyes on you when he makes his next move. His hands grab hold of the bottom of the shirt, pulling up slowly until it rests right above his chest. Your eyes follow the contours of his abdomen for a quick second, trying to swallow up the sight of his skin, his muscles, his body rising and sinking with each breath, trying to commit it all to memory in haste before you look back up at Sans face. Watching his face and keeping eyecontact feels a lot less embarrassing somehow. Even with his permission - his instruction - it feels embarrassing to let yourself stare at his body.

"Are you too shy to look? Baby." His tone isn't scolding, but bordering on being so, and the way it has dropped and become deeper is already doing things to you. San chuckles, "Why don't I make it easier for you, hm?"

In the next moment his hands have pulled the shirt off of his body entirely, discarded somewhere on the floor, forgotten entirely when San leans back in his chair. He doesn't just lean back though, San rests his forearms on the armrests of his chair and flexes his biceps for just a second, subtle enough that you'd miss it if you weren't watching, and you are. He squares his chest too, broadens himself as he sinks backward in his chair, and lastly, he spreads his thighs just where the screen cuts off. Your eyes flick down on instinct, drawn to the movement, and San laughs.

"There we go," he coos. "Not so hard, is it? It feels good to have your eyes on me, you know."

The words take a few seconds to reach your brain and when they do they land with a resounding oh, oh. The thought hadn't crossed you until now that San would be into this just as much as you would be, that he'd feel just as worked up under your gaze as you would under his. San is leaning back, posed, on display in his chair, all because he gets off on you getting to see him like this. Your hands are starting to feel clammy now, and the realization has your legs squeezing together, embarrassingly affected already.

"Can you.. can you take yours off too, or do you want me to continue?" he asks.

"I can take mine off too, just- don't look too much," you mumble. Shameful heat washes over your body, it warms your cheeks and runs through you like a feverchill, but your hands still move for your shirt. It's not as much of a show as it was with San, the way you pull the shirt over your head and let it drop to the floor. His eyes stay focused on you though, dark and lidded.

"You're so beautiful. Fuck, I thought this would be a lot easier but it sucks getting to see you without being able to touch you." he sighs. Your entire body feels like its strung tight and as much as you'd love to have Sans hands on you right now you think it's good that they aren't. It's good, at least, that he can't reach his hand down into your underwear and find out just how embarrassingly worked up you've gotten already.

"I wish I could touch you too," you mumble. "What… What would you want me to do if I was there?"

Sans chest heaves, and a little delayed you can hear the way he sucks in a heavy breath.

"I can show you what I'd want you to do," he says. You voice a small hum, and on the other side of the screen you see Sans hand move from the armrest to splay across his stomach.

He keeps the touch light at first, simply grazing his fingers over the skin of his stomach, then flattening over the curve of his waist, squeezing.

"Like this," he tells you, moving his other hand to join the one now caressing over his chest. "Would want you to touch me like this. I love when your hands are all over me, when you pull me close."

He digs his fingers into his skin, leaving red little marks and you find yourself remembering how sensitive Sans skin is, how you can so easily suck blooming bruises by his hips or his collarbones. He lets out a breathy moan just then, leaving you no time to dwell in your thoughts or memories of him, instead your focus is pulled towards the hand he's now sliding downward.

"I really want you to touch me here," he murmurs. He pushes his palm over his bulge, curling his fingers underneath it and rubbing up and down a few times, while he looks at you to make sure you're watching.

"Please," you whisper. He responds in another silent moan, just his breath hitching in his throat.

"Please, what? Tell me."

"I wish I could touch you," you confess. Sans hand tightens around himself again, and the sounds he's starting to make is only adding to the warmth of arousal inside you.

"How would you touch me? Like this, maybe?" He slides his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, and even through the material you can see the outline of his cock and then his fingers wrapping around it. Airy, quiet moans fall from his mouth as he starts moving his hand, stroking up and down in short movements.

"Yeah," you breathe. "Yeah, I would, but- I can't see you like that."

"You want to see my dick, baby? Want to see me touching myself?" he teases. You nod your head even while he's speaking, meeting his words with a whine. You do want to see it, and San knows this, he's able to tell that you can't tear your eyes away from him now. "I'll let you see if I can see you too."

"How?" you ask.

"Just sit back for me, like I am. Let me see all of you."

"I'm only wearing underwear."

"Even better," San says, that small smile popping up on his face again. "You could just push them to the side and let me see, couldn't you?"

His voice is hushed, deep and low like it usually gets when he speaks to you like that, like he wants something out of you. He's so firm, just so cocky that it's hard to deny San anything he wants, especially when you know he'll keep talking to you like this if you do listen. Despite your embarrassement you push your chair back, adjusting your phone to the same angle San has got of himself, and then you sit back. His hand is still moving, but it stills when he looks at you. His eyes move over your body, taking you in, trailing down to your underwear where you've got your thighs squeezed together to hide yourself from view. It does nothing to hide how turned on you are though, San can still see all of it.

"Fuck, you're already this turned on without even touching yourself?" Sans hand starts moving again, in lazy short strokes.

"Yeah," you whine, trying to curl in on yourself to hide from him. "You are too."

"Yeah, yeah- fuck, can you see how hard you've made me already?" His voice comes out a little broken, sounds a little rough in the back of his throat.

Shamelessly, San pulls his hand out from his pants and hooks his thumbs into the waistband instead, lifting his hips so he can tug the pants down his legs. He's not wearing any underwear underneath, and you find yourself wondering if San had been planning this all along. Getting on call with you in nothing but a tight tanktop, those loose sweats with nothing underneath them, the way he had positioned his phone from the start to let you see him fully, it must have been an elaborate scene set by him.

San mutters a silent 'fuck' when he wraps his fingers around his cock again, continuing to work the slow pace he had set before. The grip of his hand is loose, barely meant to provide any pressure on his cock, it's just for show - he's letting you watch.

"Can you touch yourself for me too, please?" San asks, pulling you out of your focus. Your eyes move from his hand up to his eyes. He's got them focused on you, still.

"How?" you ask quietly.

"Touch yourself and pretend it's me," he instructs. "I'm pretending this is your hand wrapped around me, baby."

It's still so slow, each up and down of Sans hand over his dick, not at all like you'd be touching him if you had the chance. He's making it last, setting a deliberate pace to make sure this isn't over fast. He doesn't ask again, but San watches you expectantly, eyes flicking to your hands and awaiting the moment they'll move. His attention makes you feel lightheaded, and perhaps that's the reason you find the courage to slide your hand down the front of your underwear too.

"There you go, that's good. You're being so good," San praises when you start moving your hand, beginning to rub as slow as he is.

The touch doesn't do much to satisfy the want that has been building inside you, it approached so fast that all you can think about is San - San shirtless in front of you, Sans chest moving up and down with each breath, Sans hand and Sans dick, just San, San, San. You need San, and you can't have him.

"San- please," you plea.

"Please what?" he questions. He's been touching himself for longer than you have, yet he doesn't sound as broken as you do.

San tightens his hand around his cock, and pumps up and down fast and hard a few times before he slows it down again. The sight makes you whine, "I need more, please."

"Go faster," he tells you. Nothing more, just that, an easy enough instruction that gets your hand moving automatically. Even through the screen, this far away from San, your body reacts to him. You move your fingers in ways you know he would, starting to quicken your movements but making sure you keep the touch light and teasing, just like San would do if he was here.

Through the speaker on your phone you can hear the moans San are letting out, the way they're starting to get louder and more desperate as he watches you. He's starting to speed up too, matching your rhythm. You can tell that he's not touching himself the way he usually likes it, he's not tightening his fist around the head of his cock, nor does he let his thumb rub over the slit. He's just letting himself stroke up and down, using restraint in place where you've got none.

You're already ready to abandon the teasing touches you're giving yourself, though you know San would want you to continue. If he sees the way you increase the pressure of your fingers he says nothing of it, if anything San lets out a loud groan when you buck your hips up towards your hand.

"Does that feel good?" he mumbles through another loud moan. All you can do is nod your head and force a whine from your mouth, trying to hold Sans gaze through the videocall, hoping that looking at him is enough to convey how far gone you feel already. He hisses through his teeth, "Fuck, that good, huh? I want to see, please, let me see your hand when you touch yourself."

You're obeying his order before it's even fully out of his mouth, lifting your hips to pull your underwear down much like he had done his pants before. Though, you let yours fall to the floor to allow yourself room to spread your legs for him and make sure he can see your hand return between them.

"You look so fucking hot," he groans, bucking his hips up into his hand. He fucks his fist a few more times before he settles down, breathing harder than before. "F-fuck, I wish I was inside you right now, wish I could fill you up."

Sans voice is hollow through the phone, not as filling as it is when he's next to you, but if you close your eyes you can imagine that he's here and whispering these things in your ear. With your eyes closed you can still hear his moans, the way his breath hitches in his throat, the sounds of his hand stroking his cock.

"Eyes on me, baby," he demands. Your head stutters in its movement back to Sans eyeline, and shame is continuing to build up as everything else picks up its pace. Your own moans are starting to get louder, stringing out in desperate whines and whispers of his name you can't even tell you're making before they roll from your mouth.

There's a faint flush decorating Sans face and a sheen of sweat lays over his neck and forehead, making the little hairs stick to it. You must look somewhere close to his state, if not worse, you haven't dared to look at the little window on your screen that displays your end of the call. Knowing that San is watching you is enough, it makes you feel exposed in ways you've never felt, not even during sex. His eyes haven't left you once, he's still got the same focus and when you look up at his face you can see his eyes move over your body from your hand between your legs to your chest to your face.

"Are you-" Sans voice falters to let out a moan. "Are you imagining that it's me too? Your hand?"

A whimper tears itself from your throat at that, San asking so sweetly if he's on your mind as if he's not the only thing filling all your thoughts. You nod stupidly, "Yeah, I'm touching myself like you would, wishing it was your hand instead, wishing you could be here to fill me up too."

"Oh, fuck, fuck," he huffs. "I'm gonna come so fast if you keep talking like that, please."

Suddenly the embarrassment rushes into excitement, the heat in your body darts to the very tips of your fingers in a cool chill of adrenaline at the tone of his voice so affected. He's got the expression to match it too, lips open in a silent gasp and that dark look in his eyes, looking at you like he wants to devour you.

"'M thinking about your hand around my throat too, San, or maybe your hand holding my jaw as you fuck me," you continue, keeping your eyes set on Sans face to be able to see the way his eyes flutter close when you speak. In the corner of your eye you can see his fist rub over the tip of his dick, pausing at each upstroke to tease himself where he's most sensitive, and the realization that San has abandonded all composure just from your words surges through you. In response, you start moving your hand faster and harder, finally allowing yourself to touch yourself just like you need to get close.

"Yeah? Maybe I should pry your mouth open and spit in it, make you swallow all of it," San breathes.

"Mm, yes, please- San, San, please."

"What, angel? What are you begging for?" he asks. You don't know, can't even answer him, all your senses are just filled with him. He sucks in a breath, "Are you close?"

You are, you'd probably come from just his lips on your neck if he was here. It feels so good and you're so sensitive that it's not going to take long to finally come but you won't allow yourself to do it before San does too, or before he gives you permission.

"I am, I'm so close, San. Please, wanna come with you."

"I'm gonna come, baby, gonna come for you. Come with me, ah- please," He's gasping out the words, voice turning breathy.

San mumbles your name the moment he comes, cum spilling into his hand and onto his stomach. He doesn't stop throughout it, just keeping his hand moving and stuttering through the sensitivity of his orgasm to draw it out as he watches you come. His stomach clenches and his thighs shake just a little as he slows his hand into slow, gentle moves. His eyebrows are still drawn together and his mouth is open, breathing hard and heavy, and the sight of him is what finally makes you come. You come only moments after him with rushed murmurs of 'San, San, San'.

Your head falls back, chest heaving for breaths as the orgasm fades into oversensitivity. You can't move your hand anymore, simply settling for bucking your hips against it to ride it out.

San calls your name, and when you look back up at him he's smiling.

"I need to see you. I'm coming over tomorrow, god, I need to fuck you for real," San says. He's wiping his hand on his pants, trying to clean up his mess, then scooting closer to the desk and leaning close to the camera so he can look at you.

"Not even an 'I love you' after all that? You're such an ass, you made me so shy." Despite it, you don't cover yourself up. You let him look, and Sans smile turns bigger.

"I do love you," he laughs. "I'll tell you tomorrow too."

"Deal," you smile. "And I love you too."

#if theres spelling errors or mistakes in this dont tell me just let me live in peace until i edit this later #ateez smut #san x reader #ateez x reader #[🗒] mine #[🗒] atz fics #[📎] san

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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Hey, I'm pretty obsessed with Arondir rn, and your content about him is just so goooddd 🤧 Would you consider writing something smutty with him and human!AFAB!reader that is found wounded in the forest, he takes care of her and after they make sweettt love oh god 🤧 Thank you, you rock, babe!

Thank so much for your ask babe! Hurt/comfort stuff like this are right up my alley and I got ✨inspired✨, so here have a little drabble about your prompt!

Arondir x human!Reader Word count: 1.1k // Rated: Explicit

CW: hurt/comfort, injuries & blood, soft smut Reader is a she, with no distinctive features, although this is the same Reader from my fic A New Path (you don't need to read it to understand)

MASTERLIST // Arondir headcanons

gif by @ringsofpowersource

All you can remember is the sheer terror and the searing pain of the blade sinking into your forearm. You tried to defend yourself, but there were too many. Brigands. Soldiers from whatever big town's militia gone rogue. There were reports of attacks and thievery on isolated farms, and small hamlets for months now. You thought your village was too big to be a target. You were wrong.

You tried to hide in the kitchen of your inn, until one of them found you. A dagger was drawn, you took a heavy slash to the arm, you managed to run for the back door though. And you’ve never stopped running since then.

The freezing air feels like a thousand needles inside your lungs. How long have you been running into the woods? Every muscle hurts. You’re still losing blood from the wound on your arm. The good news is you can barely hear the screams of the villagers and the grinding of steel blades against steel blades anymore. Adrenaline is slowly leaving your system, leaving you drained.

Small branches and high ferns catch in your dress and your hair. The woods get darker, the vegetation more dense with every step. Mossy stones and mud make for slippery terrain. Too slippery. There is no scream of surprise when you fall, it all happens so fast. You can’t catch your balance in time, can’t cushion your fall with your wounded arm and when your head hits the ground, everything fades to red then black.

****

Arondir can clearly see the traces of your steps on the damp ground, you ran through the forest without caring to cover your tracks. He runs as well because he doesn't know how badly wounded you are. The blood smeared on a tree trunk along your escape route made it clear you had been hurt. And to his surprise, the realization made a cold kind of shiver uncomfortably snakes along his nape, his jaw clenched. It never happened to him before. He stays cool and collected, even in the heart of battles, even in the face of danger. He’s not emotional like this, anger and fear are not things he feels often. Yet here he is. Going alone after this girl he met only once, and leaving the rest of his company to drive out the bandits from the village and look for survivors.

He finally finds you. You’re on the ground, unconscious. The only thing that prevents him from falling on his knees here and there is the faint sound of your heartbeat. Your beige dress is stained in mud and blood. A small wound weeps red on the side of your face, and your hair is splayed in the dirt. You’re cold to the touch, your skin wet with sweat and the light rain that started falling. Something hurtful clenches in Arondir’s chest. It’s easy to forget humans are such fragile creatures when he’s in the company of his fellow elves. He knows his companions won’t understand, but he carefully lifts you up in his arms and heads for the watchtower.

***

You regain consciousness a couple of times while in the arms of Arondir. You try to call his name, but your voice sounds weird, distorted, everything is blurry around you. Darkness calls you again, and when you fully wake up, you can tell some time has passed. The faint light of dawn spills from the window, matching the soft glow from the intricate fireplace on the other side of the room. The bed you’re laying on is way too comfy to be yours, the soft sheets a blessing against your sensitive skin. That’s when you fully realize you’re in a place you don’t know, and your dress is nowhere to be seen. Everything comes back to you in an instant, the attack, the escape, the fall. Someone saved you. Someone you know.

“Arondir…”

Your wishful whisper is met by his arrival in the room, as if by magic. He runs to your side, his hands cradling your face with his usual tenderness.

“My lady… you’re safe now, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t… before… I-I ”

He’s looking for your eyes, and you can see relief, and also guilt. He’s lost at words and you’ve never seen so many emotions so clearly on his face.

“Arondir” you call his name again, with more intent this time, and you bring him down until his lips find yours.

***

“Arondir… don’t… don’t stop”

He saw his hips at the same lazy pace he’s been going for a while, filling you up to the brim every time. He’s holding your waist with one powerful hand, your legs up on his shoulders, while his other hand has gone past your damp curls to rub at your clit with a precise and deadly rhythm. He’s punching into something devastating inside of you with each thrust of his girthy cock, the pleasure merging with the blissful feeling of what his fingers are doing to the most sensitive part of you. You’re drenched, with your own wetness, and with sweat, the sheets are sticking to your back, while Arondir is not even out of breath.

You know elves last longer and don’t suffer from physical exertion, be it on the battlefield or in other types of demanding activities, but it’s always different to experiment it first hand. He has already made you come enough times you stopped counting. It’s like he’s trying to make amends, trying to make you forget the pain of your wounds with pure pleasure, trying to erase your past terror with new lustful memories. You had asked him to sleep with you - only sleep - but when he had pressed his body against yours, only wearing a thin shirt while you were naked, all sleepiness had evaded you.

With one more slow and powerful snap of his hips, you come, your cunt desperately clenching on his thick cock until he stops, buried to the hilt inside you. He gently lowers himself, your legs still on his shoulders, so you’re folded in half by the time his chest is almost flush with yours. He rests his weight on his forearms, his hands on your neck and in your hair. The position is incredibly intimate, you’re both so close, even closer when he seals his lips over yours, kissing you with a tenderness tainted by desperation. You feel so small, so frail, gathered like this in his embrace. So exposed also, you legs open on the raw wet mess of your sex, still so full with him.

“You’re safe…” he murmurs, “I’m here” he adds with other words you can’t understand even though his velvety voice makes them sound full of adoration. He starts moving again, and you realize with awe that the dull pain of your injuries is a memory from the past, replaced with nothing but the sobs of pleasure Arondir happily drinks from your lips.

#arondir x reader #arondir imagine #arondir headcanons #arondir #rings of power fanfiction #rings of power fanfic #the rings of power #lord of the rings #arondir drabble #arondir x you #no y/n

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nightfallgame · 2 years

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Here to ask the important questions tbh. Like.. body questions.. I have a list! What are their body types? Are any of them more toned?? Do some have hipdips? Or like weird insecurities? OOO HOW THICK IS THEIR HAIR? do they.. get a lot of body hair? That isn't supposed to sound weird I wanna know if they got arm hair or not I promise. Ik a few are supposed to be petite but surely they gotta have SOME differences.. do any have moles? Birthmarks? Not even full moles just the dots too. AAAAAAAAAAAAA

It's not a weird question! :D It's really fun! This is a topic that's just very interesting to think about, so! Body details incoming! There are a few facial details included too, but I tried to keep it to body stuff.

Also, this got, uhhh... long. >.>

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Ritsu

Average boy all over.

There's nothing really remarkable about his proportions or build, except that he's visibly underfed.

If he gains weight, it goes to his stomach and thighs first.

Would probably have a cute butt if he had more body fat.

Surprisingly delicate-looking hands, with neat nails that he keeps trimmed short. The bones/tendons don't stand out much.

Has a few freckles on his cheeks and upper chest, but they're very faint and hard to see.

His hair is pretty fluffy, especially if he doesn't brush it well.

Arashi

He's built tiny, but solid. Intentionally tries to gain muscle, and it's worked pretty well for him— he's toned, just thin.

If he wasn't so underfed, he'd be pure, compact muscle.

Pretty clear skin, with just a few dark, small moles here and there. Doesn't get much acne or hair grease.

His hands are super bony, but also weirdly strong. Good grip.

Doesn't have a lot of body hair, except for on his calves and around his pubic area. Kind of self-conscious about that.

Always covered in bruises and scrapes of varying intensity, often with some belt lashes on his back too.

Has a thigh gap. Hates how "feminine" it looks.

Shigure

Tall, lanky, and scrawny.

Long limbs and a long torso, somehow.

The kind of torso where you can see his ribs and hipbones super prominently, but he still has a weird amount of muscle overall.

He's quite a bit stronger than he looks.

Has a few non-raised moles on his body, and a fair amount of body hair— enough that it's noticeable on his forearms and shins.

One of the few of them who grows a bit of scruff on his chin and jaw if he leaves it alone.

Naturally greasy hair, and he's prone to acne if he doesn't take care of his skin.

Touru

Very slender build that's just pretty. Not too tall, but still looks long-legged and oddly graceful.

Narrow waist and slightly wider hips. Soft thighs.

His skin is incredibly soft and almost perfectly clear. He doesn't have many moles or freckles at all.

Doesn't grow much body hair, and what's there is also soft.

Thin, long-fingered hands that tend to shake.

The partially-blind eye behind his eyepatch is slightly cloudy. He's gotten used to keeping it closed.

His collarbone and the tendons in his neck noticeably stand out.

Hiroyuki

Pretty average build. Seems shorter than he is, thanks to slouching and cowering most of the time.

Overall thin, but has a bit of notable stomach pudge.

Since he tends to skip meals in favor of buying alcohol, he looks unhealthy and pale more often than not.

His desk job means he has very little muscle mass.

Straight, fine, greasy hair that he should probably wash more often than he does.

Crooked teeth, especially the upper ones more in front.

A tendency of nervous smiling has started to give him wrinkles/dimples near his mouth.

Kyou

Fairly tall, but his narrow build kind of kills the effect.

Narrow shoulders and hips, without much of a waistline. He's usually too sick to eat much, so he looks highly undernourished.

Lots of freckles. Most notable on his face, but they're everywhere, including on his arms, chest, hands, and thighs.

His veins are unusually visible through his skin.

Not much body hair overall, but he grows enough facial hair that he has to regularly shave.

His skin is pale in an unhealthy kind of way, the sort of pallid where he looks ready to pass out more often than not.

Dark circles. Notable dark circles, and slight eyebags.

Xane

Average build, if a bit petite. Broad shoulders for his size.

Keeps near-perfect posture— partially because he's so nervous and tense, and partially because it makes him feel confident.

Aside from the scar on his cheek, he has a few of them on the insides of his wrists and thighs.

Naturally spiky, fluffy hair that he has to work to contain.

He has a fair amount of body hair, especially on his arms and calves, but it's surprisingly soft.

His hands are small and tremble enough to be inconvenient.

If he was a healthier weight, he'd have an "inverted triangle" body shape, with a wider chest and shoulders, and narrow hips.

Hisa

Tiny, tiny, tiny. His build is small and just plain cute.

Smooth, clear skin, save for a few notable moles. There are a couple on his stomach and more on his arms.

Small, thin-fingered hands with long-ish nails that he keeps well-filed. Sometimes uses a coat of clear nail polish.

His eyes are a strange, pale, albino-like red.

Usually wears a slight amount of red eye shadow.

Very little body hair anywhere, save for long, dark eyelashes that wouldn't be out of place on a doll.

Small tooth gap between his front two teeth.

Kegare

Strong build despite his weight. He's tall, and carries more muscle mass than his submissive personality makes you expect.

Long legs, prominent hip bones, and wide shoulders.

Thick hair that grows quickly. It's past his waist because the monk won't let him cut it.

Equally thick body hair, including a trail from his navel to his pubic area that he's quite self-conscious about.

His hands are big and long-fingered, but he bites his nails bloody.

The veins in his forearms and hands stand out a bit.

Has a few freckles scattered around his body, and is prone to dry skin. Also has some small scars from picking at scabs.

Lucius

Somewhat petite build— he's not exactly short, but he's little, somehow, in his proportions.

Narrow waist and wider hips, and his calves are stronger and more defined than his thighs.

Notably pointed canines, especially the upper ones.

Little hands with naturally sharp nails. Tends to accidentally scratch himself even when they're trimmed.

Very pale skin. He sunburns easily and often.

His skin is mostly clear, with no distinct freckles, and only a couple of moles here and there.

Not a lot of body hair, but it's thickest on his legs.

Viktor

Bad skin. He doesn't take care of himself, so it's always greasy. Prone to acne and skin-picking.

Fairly thick, dark body hair, especially on his legs, forearms, lower stomach, and pubic area.

Overall thin, underfed build. Average proportions.

If he ate properly, he'd naturally gain muscle tone. Even as scrawny as he is, he's stronger than you'd expect.

Bites his nails bloody, always has healing scabs on his fingers.

There are a few scattered scars on his arms from clawing at himself during panic attacks.

His posture is horrible— he slouches constantly.

Ryoushi

Small build, overall, with narrow shoulders and thicker legs.

His hands are small, but strong, with short-clipped nails and a surprisingly good grip.

Prone to acne, especially when he's stressed... which is often.

Keeps near perfect posture, mostly because of how nervous he is. Always making an effort to stand and sit up straight.

Crooked lower teeth, with a couple slightly overlapping.

Has a few freckles on his cheeks and forearms. They get darker with sun exposure and fade over the winter.

His hair is spiky and thick even when it's short— if he grew it out, it would be a nightmare to maintain and keep neat.

Creed

Tall and thin, but looks more graceful than awkward.

Long legs, narrow hips, and fairly broad shoulders. His build is masculine, but still somehow pretty.

His hair grows quickly, so he has to keep it regularly trimmed.

He gets some body hair on his legs, but grows next to no facial hair, and doesn't have much anywhere else, either.

Pretty hands. They're not too big, but have long fingers, no stand-out veins or tendons, and well-maintained nails.

He's needed glasses since he was a child. His vision is awful.

Flat affect. His emotions don't really show through on his face... and he tends to look grouchy/bored without meaning to.

Christian

Small build that appears slightly stunted for how old he is.

Has more squish than muscle mass, thanks to an overall inactive lifestyle and eating better than most of the others on this list.

Impossibly soft hair that's naturally wavy. Dries in ringlets, but fluffs up when he brushes it.

Tiny, cute hands. Sometimes lets Alistair paint his nails black.

Weirdly clear, almost perfect skin. Has a few freckles here and there, but he has a strange lack of blemishes.

Tends to rock on and off of his tiptoes when he has to stand still. Prone to fidgeting overall.

Blushes easily and darkly— he can't hide it at all.

Alistair

Small build like his brother. He's only a bit broader/taller overall.

He weighs more than Christian and is slightly thicker in build. Still lacks any kind of body strength, though.

His hair is thick and determined to fall into his face if he doesn't pull it back. The headband is very necessary.

The scar across his nose is thick and didn't heal well.

Keeps his nails sharp and often painted a dark color.

He's careful about his appearance and likes staying clean and presentable. His posture is also excellent.

Also has weirdly clear skin, almost better than his brother's. He has a notable mole on his hip, though.

712.

He has a small, slight build that's unusual for how strong he is. He's tiny enough to struggle keeping up with the larger Blight boys.

Very, very flexible, almost to contortionist levels.

His missing eye has a very unpleasant scar left behind.

Struggles to put on weight, especially anything that's not lean muscle. Even maintaining weight is hard for him.

Doesn't grow much body hair, and what's there is fine and soft. His hair is also fairly thin and sleek.

Tiny as he is, most of his strength is in his arms and core. Visible abs, especially because of his lack of body fat.

His posture is noticeably stiff... except for when he's fighting.

Yasha

Tall, strong build. He's lanky and thin, but what body mass he does have is pure muscle.

Broad shoulders, strong arms, and big hands.

Has an average amount of body hair, but not much on his face.

The burn over his eye is ugly. The skin is lumpy, off-color, and didn't heal well. It's difficult to properly open and close that eye.

There are plenty more scars all over the rest of his body, ranging from little nicks to nasty wounds.

When he's nervous, his expression goes completely blank.

He's big everywhere (yes, there too), and highly insecure about it. His strength makes him feel dangerous.

Kai

Noticeably sharp teeth— and not just his canines.

Has a decent amount of body hair, especially on his forearms, lower stomach, and pubic area.

Cuts his own hair, one chunk at a time, whenever it bothers him.

He's absolutely covered in scars, and most of them look painful. There are enough of them to impede his flexibility.

Has an awful case of resting bitch face. Even when he's trying to look pleasant, his expression seems angry and tense.

Narrow waist, with stronger legs and arms. If he put on weight, it'd go to his thighs and calves first.

Mostly average build with quite a bit of lean muscle tone.

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