🍡 Mochi 🍡

I'm a fat, bi, female gamer. Level 29 not pro, not anti, but a secret third thing (a grown up)

[nanaschef]

૮ How jjk men would react seeing you on a date with your new boyfriend ა

ʚ Gojo Satoru — outside a bookstore

Gojo sees you through the glass.

You’re standing close to another boy, fingers laced with his, smiling—that real smile. The one you used to give Gojo before things got messy.

“Wow,” he murmurs to himself leaning against the wall outside. “Didn’t waste time, huh?”

He grins, arms crossed, blindfold hiding his eyes but his gaze is fixed on you anyway. Watching the way you laugh.

You look happy.

And for the first time, it hits him. He lost that smile. Not because you changed.

But because he did.

ʚ Geto Suguru — at a quiet café

Geto slows the moment he spots you.

You’re seated by the window, leaning into your boyfriend. Your shoulders are relaxed.

You look…safe.

Geto’s fingers twitch at his side. Once, you laughed like that with him. Once, you fit together so well until he started pulling away, changing into someone you didn’t recognize.

He exhales.

You deserve peace.

He turns away before you can see him, heart heavy with the knowledge that he was the one who let something so good rot.

ʚ Nanami Kento — crossing a busy street

Nanami stops mid-step.

Across the street, you’re walking beside another man, hand in his. You look...happy.

Nanami adjusts his glasses, jaw tightening.

He chose work over and over again. He told himself it was necessary.

Now he watches you laugh at something your boyfriend says and guilt settles deep in his chest.

You’re happy.

That should be enough but...It still hurts.

ʚ Toji Fushiguro — outside a convenience store

Toji scoffs when he sees you.

“Tch”

You’re standing there with another guy, sharing something from a paper bag, laughing like life’s easy.

Toji lights a cigarette watching longer than he should.

You look better without him. more Brighter, more happier.

That realization stings worse than he expected.

He turns away, smoke curling into the air, muttering that you’re better off even if it kills his damn pride to admit it.

ʚ Ryomen Sukuna — in a crowded shopping district

Sukuna scowls the second he sees you.

Another man’s hand rests at your waist. You don’t pull away. His jaw clenches.

For a moment, he wants to walk over. Tear you away. Remind you who you used to be with.

But then he remembers.

The fights, the arguments. The way he pushed until you finally left.

He clicks his tongue, looking away.

You’re not his anymore and he isn't yours.

And he knows it’s entirely his fault.

ʚ Choso Kamo — near a bus stop

Choso freezes.

You’re laughing— like you used to when you're with him. Your boyfriend says something to you and your smile widens.

Choso’s chest tightens painfully.

He doesn’t know where to put his hands. His heart beats too fast, ears burning as he looks away, ashamed of how much it still hurts.

He hopes your new boyfriend treats you gently.

He hopes you’re loved the way you deserve.

He leaves before the bus arrives before you can ever notice him standing there.

dividers: @cursed-carmine

[fricks]

"choso, did you just... cum?" ☆

you don't mean to sound accusatory but you're so caught off-guard that you can't help but ask. your not-yet boyfriend is sat beneath you with his eyes screwed shut and bottom lip still caught between his teeth.

he shakes his head no in such a quick manner that one of his hairties come loose. a rosy pink blushes his nose and cheeks and you can’t quite tell if it’s from embarrassment or the fact that he literally just came in his pants from kissing you.

you weren’t even grinding on him. sure, you were sat in his lap and were more than aware of the hardening bulge beneath you—but you’re so early in this relationship that you’re not even sure you can call him your boyfriend just yet, so you obviously weren’t going to address his boner regardless of how badly you wanted to feel his dick pulse against you.

okay so maybe you were grinding on him a little. chasing just enough friction to remind yourself of all the good things in life, like choso and his abnormally large cock that you hope to one day soon feel so deep it's practically in your stomach.

"i didn't," he lies poorly. "i just... sneezed."

"you didn't sneeze."

"i did, it was a silent one."

"like a silent fart?"

"no! god, just... i need a minute, okay? to clean up."

you sit down a little more firmly against choso's cock, which is still so rock hard that you almost wonder if he didn't actually cum in his pants. you know an orgasm when you see it, though, and the way choso basically moaned like a whore once he got a taste of your lips left nothing to the imagination. he came alright.

"you need to clean up your silent sneeze?" you tease him, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips. "are you lying to me, cho?"

"will you break up with me if i say yes? i'm embarrassed." god he looks gorgeous with this hazy post-orgasm gloss to his eyes. his lips look swollen from your kisses, and you decide you want to keep him like this until he's old and grey and too fucked dumb to ever move.

"can we even break up? are we dating?" you ask, and drag your clothed cunt along the length of his sensitive cock for good measure. "you never asked to be my boyfriend."

choso looks offended. "but- but you just..."

"what, made you cum with a kiss? i've about earned the right to call you my boyfriend, right?"

he nods frantically and, without meaning to, bucks his hips up to meet yours a little better. you can feel all of him now, rock hard against your most sensitive spots even with a few layers of fabric between you. you wonder if lust-induced hypnosis is real and whether or not you're a victim of his wiles.

"it's settled then," you nod. "you want help cleaning up?"

"uhh..." choso hesitates. he didn't think becoming partnered meant sponge baths, though he doesnt think he'd deny you the opportunity, or himself the experience.

"a blowjob, choso. i want to clean you up. with my mouth. this is dirty talk."

choso blinks. "oh," he says. "then yes please."

[gojosconsort]

pls maybe do choso who’s soooo needy and like creams his pants while eating out reader like he’s a top tier munch

mdni. choso eating you out and creams himself.

“choso,” you breathe, fingers sliding into his hair. “slow down a little, baby.”

he makes a broken sound against you—half whine, half growl—and shakes his head no without pulling off. if anything he dives in deeper. flat tongue dragging from your entrance all the way up, then sealing his lips around your clit and sucking like he’s trying to pull your soul out through it.

your hips jump. he moans so loud the vibration shoots straight up your spine. you feel the way his whole body shudders. he’s humping the mattress slow and helpless, cock trapped in his sweats, already leaking through the grey fabric.

you glance down. there’s a dark wet spot spreading right over the thick outline of him. he’s so hard it looks painful, head flushed dark and pushing against the waistband. every time he grinds down a little more pre leaks out, soaking him further.

“fuck—you’re already close?” you tease.

he doesn’t answer with words. just whimpers into your pussy and starts tongue-fucking you. long, messy strokes inside, curling up to hit that spot that makes your toes curl. his nose bumps your clit on every thrust.

his hips keep rolling. small, needy thrusts against the bed like he can’t help it. the wet patch grows bigger. you can see the way the head of his cock keeps kicking inside the cotton, smearing more mess every time he ruts forward.

“choso—look at you,” you murmur, tugging his hair to make him glance up.

his eyes are glassy, pupils blown, cheeks flushed crimson. lips swollen and shiny with you. “please,” he rasps. “please let me—i need to make you come, need it so bad—”

he dives back down before you can answer, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slide inside you. they crook immediately, pressing right where you’re sensitive. his tongue flicks side to side over your clit at the same time and it’s too much. your back bows. thighs clamp around his head. “oh god—choso—”

he moans like he’s the one getting off. loud, broken, muffled against your cunt. his fingers speed up, curling harder, and his hips stutter against the mattress—once, twice—then he’s coming.

you feel it happen; a choked sob vibrating right into your clit. hot pulses soak through his sweats, the wet spot blooming huge and dark now. he keeps grinding through it, shallow little jerks, riding out the orgasm while he never stops eating you.

you yank at his hair so tight he whines into your pussy. waves crash through you, slick coating his chin, dripping down his throat. he drinks it all, tongue still working, slower now, lapping you through the aftershocks like he can’t bear to stop.

when you finally push his head away he’s panting, lips glossy and red. the front of his sweats is a mess—fabric clinging transparently to his softening cock, come still leaking in weak spurts.

he looks up at you with those big, dazed eyes. “sorry,” he mumbles. “couldn’t—couldn’t hold it. you taste so fucking good i—”

you cut him off by pulling him up, kissing the taste of yourself off his tongue. he melts into it, whimpering against your mouth. “again?” he asks. “please—wanna do it again. wanna make you come on my tongue.”

you laugh softly, thumb brushing over his sensitive head through the fabric. “then get back down.” and he groans like you’ve just offered him heaven.

[st4rlightisa]

‧₊˚ ┊ 18+ mdni!! — stalker! choso proves he’s the only one who can truly take care of you cw: dubcon / overstim ( ੭ˊᵔˋᑦ ) ₊˚ 🩰

deep within the confines of his mind, choso liked to believe that he was a good, rational person. a sane person. not too loud, not too confrontational, and definitely not a creep.

he wasn’t. he knew that.

yet he found himself questioning the limits of his morality when he first saw you.

you were the prettiest kind of daydream, the culmination of everything he desired, and the only thing that got him up in the morning. whether you knew it or not, the very moment the two of you made eye contact — albeit brief — you became his sole reason for living.

there was something about you that he couldn't quite name, it was powerful. it drew him in, far more intensely than any other crush had in the past.

with that came an urge to keep you close, to keep you safe. that was the basis of his newfound behavior that took place solely in your shadow. he knew that he was the only one who could protect you, the only one who would treat you the way he knew you deserved to be treated.

it started with small things, as it always does.

he’d memorize your daily schedule, when and where you took your classes, how many breaks you had within the day, and how often you used your downtime for studying, or for something else. just to make sure you were staying on top of your school work, of course.

and then, the pictures. any chance he got to capture your perfect face in a pure, candid moment, a beautiful and electrifying kind of adrenaline lit him on fire. he eventually bought a special camera, just for you. if he was going to have your face plastered all over the walls of his dorm room, he wanted them to be in the highest quality.

after that, he thought it might be best to follow you. from your classes, to the mall, to the café. anywhere you went, he followed, committed like a loyal dog. just to make sure you were getting where you needed to go safely. why else would he do it? he needed to see where you were going, needed to make sure that no one else messed with you.

or spoke to you.

or looked at you.

he really hated it when other men looked at you.

because he knew what they were thinking, he knew their minds. he was all too aware of the disgusting, perverted things they were thinking of doing to you. it made him feel sick, it made him feel uncomfortable. he just couldn’t have that.

so when he watched you take some guy back to your apartment after a night out, he felt like he was dying. he felt like everything divine and holy was punishing him, the air was stolen from his lungs, and all he could feel was hatred.

hatred as he crouched in front of your window.

hatred as he watched the guy take his pants off, hatred when he took your top off soon after.

but what he hated the most, was watching this degenerate force your head down on his cock, fucking up into your poor throat with no mercy. his heart hurt for you, simply because of the fact that you looked like you were in pain, gaining no pleasure from the situation at all.

and he couldn’t have that.

so when that disgusting excuse of a man finally left you, and you were alone and about to go to sleep, he gently lifted your window open. he wasn’t sure whether to scold you or thank you for leaving it unlocked.

once he was inside, he couldn’t stop himself from towering over you. watching you as you drifted off in your dreams without a care in the world. just so pretty for him, he couldn’t take it.

he couldn’t stop himself.

he gently knelt by the edge of the bed, leaning on the silk sheets of the mattress to place a kiss along the exposed skin of your neck. you smelled so perfect, so sweet, so delicious that it went straight to his cock, already leaking just from the sight of you.

it wasn’t supposed to go this far, it was supposed to stay innocent. he just wanted to look; he just wanted to see you, yet he had no room to deny that he was obsessed with you.

and you were an obsession worth indulging.

his kisses grew more passionate, more desperate. sucking and biting the skin of your neck, moving down to your collarbone, taking in every inch of you.

until you twitched, moved underneath him and his heart stopped beating.

“w-what’s happening…” your voice was muddled with sleep, confused as you shifted away from him.

he felt pathetic, his stomach was reduced to knots and he realized he was going too far, nearing a point he told himself he wouldn’t cross.

“fuck…i’m so sorry..i’m sorry.” over and over again did he apologize, almost stumbling backwards as he backed away from you. reduced to a shameful husk as he tried to climb out of your window. making a promise to himself to never go this far again.

until you spoke up. gentler this time, more hesitant. like you weren’t exactly sure what you were doing, yet your mouth moved before you could stop it.

“um, wait…you don’t have to go...yet.”

he was quickly by your side again, eyes wide and glimmering in the light from your open window. they were full of hope, full of dreams, anticipating where this could lead.

he ignored the uncertain look on your face, ignored you whispering to yourself “what am i doing?” over and over again. because if he did, he got to pretend that you wanted this just as surely as he did.

he cleared his throat, avoided your gaze when he spoke. “i’m really sorry. i was watching you, and i saw what that asshole did to you. he didn’t even touch you, and it made me angry so i-”

he cleared his throat again, nervous. he shifted a little, to properly sit on the bed and be face-to-face with you, yet he could only clearly focus on your lips.

“i wanted to help you.”

your brows furrowed. “…help me?”

he nodded, oh so eager. “yes. please, let me.”

you blinked and he was suddenly much closer than before, leaning into your neck, large hands going under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your waist. he felt you shiver against his touch, and he smiled.

“let me make you feel good.”

his warm mouth sucked on your throat, biting you, kissing you all the way down your chest. he breathed you in, placed his hands on your hips as he tried to bring you as close as possible.

soon enough he was right in front of your cunt the very thing he’d been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. every night he’d tug on his poor cock just at the thought of you, what you’d look like, what you’d taste like, and now it was his reality.

his breath was warm against it, his thumb gently pressing against your swollen clit, he could see it all perked up through your panties. he pressed again and your hips jerked forward.

“um…aren’t you gonna take them off?” you whispered, already breathless from his touch.

he shook his head. “too much work.”

his hands were firm around your legs, grounding you, bringing you closer as he let his saliva pool on his tongue. then it was flat against you, licking a slow stripe up to your clit. he wrapped his lips around it, sucking it gently, drooling all over you. he was humping the edge of your bed without even realizing it.

with each lick, each kiss, you lifted your hips to feel more of him. whimpering at the way his fingers rubbed up and down your slit. it was almost obscene, the way he was so desperate to devour you that he didn’t care to remove the layer separating you.

the friction of his tongue and fingers through the cloth of your underwear made you gasp, it made your head spin. it was warm and damp and you needed as much of him as possible.

he whined into your pussy, the mere act of having his mouth on it made him so desperate. his voice was muffled against you. “i’m sorry for being such a nasty pervert, but i- i just need you.”

he was quick to move your panties to the side, yet not taking them off completely. soon, he gently pushed a long finger into you, curling up into the sensitive part of you that made you knees buckle. your thighs clenched around his head, but he used his other hand to push them back open, shaking his head in a silent “no.”

he was sucking on your clit again, grinding into the edge of your bed without shame. whimpering desperately into you while he chased his own high. he was so needy for you, furrowed brows, flushed cheeks, eyes that rolled back into his head. the very act of getting you off was doing wicked things to him.

without warning, he stuck another finger into you.

“a-ah feels so good!” you cried.

two fingers pumped in and out of you, a wet tongue ran up and down your cunt, sucking on your clit every once in a while. it was wet, it was sloppy, something slick and shiny was smeared all over his chin, and it was becoming too overwhelming; it felt too good.

“oh fuck! i-i think i’m gonna cum.” you gasped, pathetic, fingers digging into your sheets. no longer caring that some man who snuck into your room was eating you out.

he practically sobbed. “just give it to me, please. want you to cum because of me.” he kissed your clit. “i need it so bad.”

your orgasm came within seconds, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, pulsing against his tongue. you squirted all over his face. a part of you was embarrassed and wanted to apologize, but he didn’t seem to mind.

he kept going.

there were too many feelings at once, it started to ache. tears formed at the corner of your eyes from the pressure of his tongue, from the fact that he wouldn’t give you a break.

“p-please s-stop i can’t do it anymore.” you whispered, but he simply shook his head again, pushing into you further.

“i’m sorry, i know it’s too much. i’m almost done angel, i promise.” he groaned again, adding a third finger, slurping at your clit even harder than before.

he whined, pushing deeper into the bed and you knew he was close. his eyes were watery, glassy with the pleasure of tasting you.

you watched as he finished himself off, grinding deeper into your bed and whining into your slobbering, overstimulated pussy.

you were heaving, sweating, borderline fatigued after having him taste you.

everything was still sensitive, you winced as he pulled his fingers out of you, and removed your panties from you completely.

there was no way he was gonna try and eat you out again, right?

no, he wouldn’t. instead, he pressed his tongue right against the fabric, right where your bare pussy rubbed against it. he sucked on it, trying to drink more of you through the fabric. he needed to taste every single drop.

with a shaky sigh, he stood up on wobbly legs, cock still leaking and head still half-fucked, he was almost delirious. “i’m gonna keep these, okay?” he leaned over to kiss your forehead before making his way to your open window.

you shook your head, confused. a thousand questions rushed through you. who was he? what just happened? and- “wait what are you gonna do with them?”

he shrugged.

“frame them, probably.”

and just like that, he was gone.

a/n 🪽: he’s so cute he gets a pass for being a stalker ^.^

₊˚⊹ 𖨂 t.list: @cupidstrace @nishinoya-senpaai @appleweb @creamkissed

[saintkaylaa]

Wind It Up .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, toji

note: they can’t get it up !

warnings: sexual, cursing,erectile dysfunction, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[fricks]

when you bought aphrodisiac chocolates online, you didn't expect choso to eat the whole block. ☆

you told him the recommended dosage was one piece, and to wait for you to get home to eat any. you wanted to take them together and see if what the online ad promised was any true: that you’d be ‘sweating for sex’ in fifteen minutes flat. 

but he didn’t listen, or didn’t care to listen, because you’re still out for lunch with your friends when your phone rings and choso's contact lights up your lockscreen. you have to excuse yourself to take the call and answer with a sweet, unsuspecting 'hey, baby,' that makes choso nearly orgasm on the spot. 

"you have to come home."

"what?" You think maybe you’ve misheard him over the chatter of the sweet little cafe you’re stood in. "are you okay? did you handcuff yourself to the bed again? i told you to stop taking nudes with the pink cuffs on."

worse, apparently.

"please, baby, please come home. i need you so bad it hurts, i’ve cum twice thinking about you because i didn’t want to bother you but it’s not enough and i’m hot everywhere and my stomach hurts because i need you so bad and—don't bully me for this but i'm crying a lot too."

he never listens. you grumble the entire way home, your annoyance sparking flames over the burning heat in your core at the thought of your pretty boyfriend at home quite literally sweating for sex. you have to remind yourself to be upset at him for not listening because otherwise the thought of him, hot skin stuck to your bedsheets as he fucks into his fist wishing it was you, floods your mind instead.

you wonder if he fucks different like this, if his typical gentle touch will be replaced with something needier. you’re of half a mind to deny him his pleasures, but that would be a disservice to yourself as well. 

when you step through your front door, you’re hit with the heat of sex that usually floods the house after you two have been particularly... energetic. how can one man fuck himself enough to change the temperature of the house?

as soon as you step into the bedroom, you’re met with the sight of your beautiful other half laid out on the bed as he fucks his fist so fast that you're surprised he hasn't gotten friction burn—though the obscene amounts of cum he's using as lube must help. each stroke down his cock is pronounced with a loud squelching sound that makes you grimace.

his other hand is lifted to his mouth and caught between his teeth in a pathetic attempt to stifle his moans. he looks so pretty, sweaty and exhausted but frantic nonetheless.

when he lays sight on you, though, his crazed strokes stop. before you can register it, he’s climbing off the bed in barely a second to make a bee-line straight to you. 

"okay horndog, take a breath," you manage as he grasp your hips and starts manhandling you to the bed. "i need to like... check your pulse or something. can you even go into cardiac arrest?"

“don't know,” his voice is heavy. "need you."

"cho—" you're pushed down onto the bed, your lover following to climb on top of you and attach his lips to the column of your neck. 

"need you."

and need he does, you can feel it in the way he slips your clothes from your body with such intent you barely notice it happen. you can feel it in the way his kisses light fire against your skin as he works down your chest, ribs, stomach, hips and finally reaching your aching cunt. he stops only for a second to look up at you through teary eyes to ask a sweet "please?" that has you groaning.

"fine. but i'm really mad at you so don't think i'm easy."

a swipe of two fingers through your folds is enough to tell choso you’re not half as mad as you are desperate. you aren’t quite as soaked in sweat and teary-eyed with want as he is, but god you're wet.

"so pretty," he sighs, giving himself a moment to give your pussy lovey-eyes before dipping in for a kiss right to your clit. "you're just so pretty and i love you so much and you taste so good like this and—"

"are you talking to my pussy right now? how many of those chocolates did you eat, choso?

"i don't know..." he lies, eye's so pretty and guilty as he looks up at you. "like all of it, maybe?"

can you overdose on magic sex chocolate? you'd ponder on it longer if he wasn't pulling away from you, wiping your arousal from his pouty lips and wincing at the disappointed look on your face. "sorry. sorry, i just really want you and i promise ill eat it after and then after that as well but could i just—"

"fuck me, choso," you allow him, partially to shut him up, but also because you don’t think you could go much longer without his length completing you. try as you might to roll your eyes at his oddities, he's your other half in every way it matters.

especially this one.

"i love you," he whines as he rights himself and surprises the both of you by slapping your clit a few times before he lines up and pushes in. "sorry. i love you."

and it might be the raw intimacy speaking on your behalf but you swear you can feel his love through the way he fills you with his cock. you’re two halves of a whole and finally conjoined through overwhelming pleasure… the stretch is uncomfortable, sure, choso has a length he doesn’t know how to handle, but you don’t care when the way he drools once he bottoms out is so desperate. 

and god does it feel good when he starts to move. he’s so eager and desperate that rather than the gentle thrusts he usually makes to test the waters of your comfort, he’s straight into rutting against you like he’s in heat—which, in a way, you guess he is. you're of half a mind to call him a puppy and see if he'll bark.

choso pulls your thighs up between the two of you and works the two of you into a mating press that has him reaching depths inside of you he’s never before kissed with the tip of his cock. he can hardly see straight, pussy drunk already and babbling away about how good you feel wrapped around him, how he's yours, all yours and always yours. 

"all for you," tears roll down his sharp cheekbones the closer he comes to his umpteenth orgasm of the evening “my cock is for you, my come, my heart... i’m all yours i belong to you, please take me, god you take me so good. you own all of me."

desperation stains his cheeks as he distracts himself from the hot tears by kissing you with trembling lips as he tries to push impossibly deeper into you. your legs ache, you’ve never been split open so deep and you’re not sure you’ll ever stop grieving the loss of his size when choso finally pulls out of you. 

you don’t think you’ve ever cum this fast either, but the moment choso starts holding his breath and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he does when he’s about to finish, you feel that wave of dizzying euphoria wash right through you. from head to toe you’re hit with crashing waves of pleasure, and you shake underneath your lust-drunken lover. 

he fucks you through it, chases an orgasm so strong it hurts, tightens his balls and makes him wonder how he’s not cumming dry yet. "you feel so good, i’m sorry i know it’s a lot i’m sorry, i love you i love you.”

it’s a blur, but you feel full with his cum and never do you want him to pull out. you think you’re still shaking, but choso has you fucked so deeply into the mattress that you wouldn’t be able to tell even if you had the energy to care. he’s still twitching inside of you, each minor movement sends static up your spine. you think you might've just seen heaven.

and with a shaky breath, and pupils so dilated with need he looks high, choso presses a wet kiss to your lips, pulls back and in a tone as sorry as he can pretend to be:

"can we please go again?"

this was my 666th post so keep that in mind when commenting. you better say nice things to me or ill hex you that's right im an etsy witch and yes i am responsible for some (k)qu(irk)y things that have happened in past.

[whocaresabouttactical]

Still Miss U

[psychicoasis]

Idk, just another drawing of Skor'rey taking care of Silja until she recovers. You can hear those lovely clicks coming from him from here; it particularly relaxes Silja ♡.

The painting is sluggish, unfortunately. I admit I like painting in the oil painting style, but it's a lot of work, especially if the drawing has many details, so I just did a simple paint job this time.

I'm still making changes to their appearance.

*

Não sei, só mais um desenho de Skor'rey cuidando da Silja até ela se recuperar. Dá pra ouvir daqui aqueles cliques adoráveis vindo dele, particularmente isso relaxa a Silja.

A pintura esta preguiçosa, infelizmente. Admito que gosto de pintar no estilo de pintura à óleo, mas dá muito trabalho principalmente se o desenho tiver muitos detalhes, então só dei uma pintada simples dessa vez.

Eu ainda estou fazendo mudanças na aparência dos dois.

[multific]

When He Came Home

Summary: While Kwei is away on a hunt, you give birth to your son with the help of the clan’s women.

The night Kwei leaves, his hand rests over your stomach longer than usual.

He does not speak at first. He rarely does when his thoughts are heavy.

“I should stay. The time is close.”

You smile up at him, tired but certain.

“And when our son is born, you will not leave at all. This hunt matters. You should go.”

His mandibles twitch, frustration and fear blended.

He presses his forehead to yours, a gesture that still makes your chest ache in the best way.

“I do not like distance,” he murmurs.

“I know. That is why I trust you to return.”

You smile as he leans over and places his forehead against yours. He breathes you in, settles in your scent.

He leaves at dawn.

The labour begins before the second sun sets.

It is nothing like the stories you were told among humans.

Pain comes in waves that steal your breath, sharp and ruthless, but you are not alone. The women of the clan surround you without question. Strong hands steady you. Warm cloths press against your skin. Voices rise and fall in a rhythm.

They calm you. They protect you. They teach you how to breathe.

How to endure.

How to bring life into the world without fear.

When your son is finally placed against your chest, slick and warm and crying, something inside you breaks completely.

He is beautiful.

Broad brow. Strong jaw already evident. His skin bears the faint patterning of his father’s kind, darker along the temples and spine.

But his eyes.

Human eyes. Soft. Blinking up at you, unfocused and curious.

You cry quietly as you hold him. The women applauded you with soft words and affection.

Kwei returns at dusk two days later.

He arrives carrying an impressive trophy, armour scarred, posture proud. The clan gathers to witness his return, murmurs rising in approval.

Then he sees you.

You are seated near the hearth, wrapped in furs, your arms full.

He stops dead.

The trophy slips from his grasp and hits the ground with a heavy thud.

“Kwei,” you say softly, smiling at him.

He crosses the space in three long strides, kneeling in front of you, eyes locked on the small bundle against your chest. His breath stutters, a sound you have never heard from him before.

“You gave birth."

You nod.

“He is healthy.”

Anger flashes through him. Not at you but at himself.

“I was not here, I should not have left.”

You reach out, placing your hand against his cheek.

“You left because I asked you to, and I would ask you again.”

His eyes lift to yours, torn.

“You endured pain without me.”

“I was not without you. Your clan stood with me.”

You move, carefully lifting your son and holding him out.

“Meet him.”

Kwei freezes.

For a moment, the great hunter looks uncertain, almost afraid.

Then he reaches out, arms trembling slightly as he takes the child into his grasp.

The baby quiets instantly.

Your son studies his father’s face, blinking slowly, then curls his small fingers around one of Kwei’s.

Kwei makes a sound that can only be described as pure happiness.

“He looks like me,” he whispers.

You smile.

“Except his eyes.”

Kwei nods, overcome, holding the child as if the world might shatter if he moves too quickly.

“I will never leave again,” he says fiercely.

You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You will. But when you do, he will know you always return.”

Kwei lowers his forehead to his son’s.

“I was taught to be strong. You taught me to be whole.”

You watch them together, father and son, and feel a certainty settle in your chest.

Your son will live knowing love.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

[bluegiragi]

These illustrations are two of the extras I've included in the Monster AU compiled version. I'm really proud of how they came out, and also this project wouldn't exist without them so. I thought I'd share them ahead of time <3

Pre-orders become available tomorrow!

[whocaresabouttactical]

I had a fever dream about you

[callsignhare]

Price whoring female!reader out to Nikolai (dubcon, power imbalance)

Inspired by this post by @rawme-price

Price and Nikolai were sometimes considered a package deal with how far the two of them went back. Sure, they could be separated for ops, but they always kept each other in mind. So, naturally, when Nikolai started complaining about wanting a new birdie to play with, Price kept his eyes peeled.

You were still pretty new to your position. A private, certainly not bad day your job, but not even the best in your unit. One way you did excel; you were exactly Nikolai's type.

When the requests came in for you to join Taskforce 141 on an op here and there, it was an absolute shock, yet an opportunity you would never in a million years refuse. It was no less than an honor.

So you got to know everyone, especially Nik, who seemed eager to show you the ropes. He was always by your side to support you, like a true a gentleman. He was just being nice by always sitting next to you in every vehicle. All those duo ops you got sent on were just because you guys were a great team. And it was certainly a coincidence that he always managed to catch you on your own around base, no matter where you tried to go for some peace and quiet.

Under normal circumstances Price would've had a serious chat about boundaries when he noticed the way Nikolai always managed to touch you. A hand on your waist, shoulder, the small of your back. But he pretended he didn't see. Kept doing so even when that grip shifted to your hips, the back of your neck, your ass, sometimes blatantly your breast.

Your face would portray a mix of emotions but unless you complained, it wasn't Price's place to assume you didn't like it. Good thing for Nikolai that you never did. Like a good little kukla you kept still and let him take what he needed.

John would smile a little, satisfied with his find, when he overheard the two of you in one of your rooms, the showers, a storage closet. He knew Nik wasn't picky about locations, long as he had a nice, pliant hole to keep him warm.

[callsignhare]

Soap obsessively cum marking just about everything you own (dubcon, cum eating)

You and Soap had barely met a handful of times, but it was already enough for him to become obsessed. He thought you were so soft, so precious. He wanted to always be around you. He wanted to make you filthy. The idea of ruining such a sweet thing turned him on to no end.

He hadn't planned for it to escalate as much as it had. It had started out with him needing to hand you a report. He'd jerked off to the thought of you in between writing it, spilling some of his cum over the paper. He wiped it off well enough but when you later took it from him, none the wiser about what'd he'd done, he immediately felt his dick chub up in his pants.

It became routine for him to besmirch his reports like that, though it soon wasn't enough anymore. When he showed up to your office one time while you were away, he'd snatched your jacket without really thinking. In the privacy of his own room he filled every pocket with his semen, getting off on the idea of you unknowingly reaching into it.

Of course you were confused by your missing jacket suddenly reappearing the next day, but someone must've just found it. Why would you ever assume anything else?

Soap was beyond saving at that point. Picking your lock was only slightly nerve wracking the first time he did it, but honestly the idea of you catching him in the act only spurred him on. He merely took a pair on panties the first time, then jerked off with them on his own time before returning and putting them back among your clean laundry where he'd found them.

If he couldn't come inside you and have it leak down your thighs, this was the next best thing.

He'd intended to leave it at that for the day, until he saw your running shoes waiting by the door. He wanted to know you'd walk around on his dried cum during your morning runs, rubbing it into your skin.

That thought made him come back the very next day to unscrew the cap of your body wash, blowing two heavy loads into it before giving the whole thing a firm shake and heading out again. Though he first also covered your pillow for good measure.

Next came your toothbrush. And of course the towels were routine. He couldn't let you not be surrounded by his essence at all times. It was like you were already his, you just didn't know it yet. Every day you kept casually chatting to him as if you weren't constantly muddied by his spunk.

And he played the role of the good friend well, kindly offering you a cup of coffee every time you worked late. So what if he'd jerked off into the cup? You'd been practically glowing since he'd mixed your body wash, so who was to say the stuff wasn't good for you?

[hypnos333]

War for you

Ares x Goddess reader

Synopsis: You hated war meaning you hated Ares or so that’s what everyone thought but when a god started messing with you Ares started a war with them

The goddess of Calmness, life and restfulness and the daughter of Hestia goddess of heart, home and family. You were a loved goddess and the humans taken a liking to you too.

You have your own very city called Quiescent meaning a quiet and soft spoken city.

Until Poseidon came and ruin almost everything he flooded your city on purpose! And you and him had a big argument about it.

“HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY TOWN AND MY PEOPLE?!?!” You yelled at him making him mock you, he didn’t care about your people, he didn’t care at all actually.

“Calm down little miss goddess of Calmness, what are you gonna do? Start a war? Oh wait you can’t cause that’s against your deity isn’t it?” He laughed right in your face as tears slipped down your face

he was right you can’t do anything about it but to just sit there and watch him terrorize your people. Little did you know though Ares was watch the argument and to say he was angry was an understatement he was beyond pissed off.

Ares started a War silently, his people helped yours with rebuilding and recovering them and secretly mixed together without your knowledge.

You locked yourself in your beautiful home before Artemis dragged you outside.

“Artemis I don’t deserve to see what’s down there I let them down” You complain before you couldn’t believe your eyes. Everything was rebuilt but even better. You can see an army though?

“W-What is this?” You asked

“I saw yours and Fish face argument, I couldn’t let him ruin your pride” Ares said stepping into your view. You wrap your arms around him tilting your head.

“Your pride or your girlfriend pride?” You asked filling his face with kisses.

“Definitely my girlfriend” He said back hiding his blush, luckily Artemis left when Ares entered the room so now they’re alone.

You both sneaked kiss here and there. “Thank you my love” you whispered as he hummed

“Anything for you” He said back.

[ohclaire]

“I hate soap.”

Johnny stops in his tracks. You and the rest of the team are sitting in the rec room, cozy with a show on in the back but still talking. He’s left only briefly to put on a sweatshirt and was on his way to rejoin you.

“Like…I just find soap so annoying.”

His heart is actively shattering. He knew sometimes he could be a lot…or maybe make some jokes when the timing wasn’t right…but he…he thought you loved him? Was that naive? Wrong? Did…did the others feel like this too?

“I guess I understand,” Simon—Simon—says. “It’s a bit odd but we all feel that way sometimes.”

Oh. So they do agree.

Have they just been keeping him around to laugh at? To have new material to talk about as soon as he leaves the room?

“It’s a necessary evil, love.” Kyle chimes in.

Evil? They really hate him that much?

“Oh come on you muppets, is washing your hands causing you this much trouble? Really?”

“I just hate the texture, John! It’s slimey and gross! Obviously I still use it but I’m going to complain!”

Johnny bursts in the door with tears building in his eyes, a giant pout, cheeks red, and throat sore from trying to hold it together.

You look up with a smile, happy he’s back, only to shoot up the moment you see his face.

“Johnny! What happened?”

He sniffles, “I…thought ya were talking about me…” he’s a little embarrassed about how much he misunderstood the situation, but he’s never felt that much distress so quickly before.

“Talking about you?” Your eyebrows furrow, “what do you mean talking about?—oh! Oh. Johnny no!”

You’re panicked now, grabbing his cheeks and pushing away his tears before pulling him over to the couch to shove him in the middle of everyone.

You squeeze into the gap left next to him and burrow into his side, “you really think I could hate you? That any of us could?”

He’s still sniffling and trying to stop crying, “mmm I dunno…I can be annoyin’.”

Simon’s hand goes to his head, ruffling his Mohawk before speaking, “if I have any complaints, it’s that you were stupid enough to think we find you annoying.”

Kyle is smiling fondly at him, “yeah, honey, that’s never happening.”

“Enough of the tears, Johnny boy, you know we love you.” John smacks his hand down on his neck, giving it a loving squeeze.

He’s crying more, “you love me…?” He blubbers out. He already knew that, but hearing it again hits directly in his still-sensitive heart.

“Of course we do, Johnny.” Your chin is squished into his shoulder as you smile up at him.

His heart finally settles, his worst fear was real for a second and it was a second too long. He doesn’t know how’d he’d exist—who’d he be—without all of you.

[sorrownotsexy]

A sweet sweet anon gave me the courage to write more Infertile! Price. Your words mean the world to me always🫶🫂🖤 Also tw I've never written anything so dark like this towards the end, I hope y'all don't hate it. I feel like this wasn't out of character for him. He really would go to the end of the earth to help you, but please please please read the tags, I'm scared to post this

It was rough seeing you in this state. The walls weren't thin here, he built them this way but it was too quiet so he knew you cried behind closed doors. It was the wretched kind of cry with saliva that connected as you opened your mouth in a silent sob. It gave you headaches like a sinus infection with your stuffy nose.

You were so far away from your game you didn't even notice when he took away the locks, you were scaring him that much. He caught you more than once curled up gripping your stomach with two hands and sobbing or looking numb.

"Baby you are hurting me."

John looked and felt sick, he wasn't a crier but he felt torn seeing you like this.

"Please, please come back to me."

He had to pry a hand away from your stomach to kiss it. A silent tear traced down his fine lines and to his beard. The age gap was never a problem until right now. Besides being a little taboo there were no issues, he could do anything a young man could and more, except give you a family.

When he did call Gaz in he was serious and dead on his feet. He wasn't speaking to John he was speaking to his Captain.

"You're going to help her, that's an order."

Gaz nodded, he missed you a lot. You cooking and energy you brought to the camily functions.

"What's one more Garrick? World could use a few more of you"

He lit up a cigar that you no longer told him to smoke outside and he opened his bedroom to his seargant. You were dead sleep no chance of waking now, but he knew what was best for you. If a baby was your antidepressant he could keep you around with a few Garrick's and MacTavish.

You were pregnant before you even asked about a donor. He knew you'd ask for this eventually so why not jumpstart the process. You were so happy to finally get your dream the fact that a normal pregnancy takes about two weeks to fully incubate seemed to slip your mind. One evil act to give you your dream, was that really really so bad? He made sure Kyle didn't hurt you at all besides the stretch. The gentleness had to count for something right? The guilty strain on his concious was worth it in the end to see you smile again, anything for you luvie.

[luvit]

imagine your pervy roommate konig who is just so obsessed with you. he’ll snoop around your room, looking for your toys or panties (perhaps even stealing some). he detests every guy you bring home, wishing he could be the one making you moan and quiver, since he knows those guys can’t bring you to cum. SIGH im sorry if this is too weird lol

(gn!reader, mdni 18+, tw: kind of noncon + dubcon)

oh, pervert!könig 100% steals your underwear when you're away. uses it as a reminder of you when you're away, even if separated by one wall. uses it to remind himself of what he can't have... yet.

pervert!könig fists his large cock with your underwear. treats it like a condom and dumps load after load onto the material of it, effectively ruining it. doesn't stop him from throwing it back in the wash for it to get back into your hands. he wants his material fresh, after all. wants it to smell just like you and still have traces of your warmth on it. you think someone is wrong with the detergent you have since it's leaving stains all over your clothes.

you ask your roommate if he's having any trouble with the wash at all since your clothes are coming out ruined! :( he just peers over you and from the angle he's at, he can see into the gap of your shirt. can see down it with the way you fidget with the hem, pulling at it so your nipples are visible down the collar and with how you pull your shirt taut to your chest. könig has to excuse himself right away. just the sight of you like that has his dick aching and leaking. he wishes so bad to be able to rub his cum all over your chest as payback for making him feel this way. wishes he can paint your lips with it, too.

he comes back a little later, having calmed down his overexcited cock by tucking it against the waistband of his sweats. little do you know there's another one of your "missing" undergarments in his pocket. he'd used it to calm himself down. always does the trick, rubbing the crotch of it against his leaky dick.

könig offers you a couple folded clothes of his. a couple shirts and some boxers. they're clean, he swears. just thought you might want some replacements in the meantime. lowkey just does it so you can wear his clothes, get your scent all over it. let him see how much it drapes over you and leaves even wider gaps for him to see what lies underneath.

even better? when he can hear you masturbating through the thin walls of your flat. and he knows that you're wearing his boxers, too much of your own underwear stained with that mysterious white splotch on it. he can hear you humping your pillow and using a toy to sate your needs. your not-so-sneaky-link stopped coming around all of a sudden, decided to cut it off with you out of the blue. weren't sure why but it seemed that könig was more sociable with you the same week it happened.

but now it leaves you all needy and pent up. all your other clothes are ruined so you're wearing könig's while trying to take care of yourself. on the other side, könig is furiously beating at his cock. listens to the sound of your moans as you try to stay quiet. he can hear the rustling of your sheets as you try so desperately to get yourself off. he bites at his lip, covers his mouth with the back of his hand as he keeps stroking his cock in tandem with the way you're humping your pillow on the other side. you're soaking through his boxers, you know it. but you can't help yourself. can't find it in you to care right now, not when you're so close!

könig's eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when he hears you cumming. he knows that your hips are jerking and twitching when you cum. he's seen it before. maybe next time he'd have the guts to be the cause of it. but for now, he's fine knowing that you're getting back at him by soaking through his boxers with your cum. he just hopes that you don't realize the damp spot in the material matches the dried ones on your underwear.

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