Call me whatever just be sweet about it | late twenties | sideblog
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I categorize everything in a green/yellow/red system. This list is subject to change.
GREEN kinks are kinks I love. Will be happy to talk or write them basically all the time.
YELLOW kinks are kinks that I may or may not enjoy depending on the context of the scene.
RED kinks are that I absolutely will not touch and are not interested in. To each their own, but they’re not for me.
You walk in on the Itoshi bros hate fucking. You have no idea how a game of soccer ended up with Sae in his back and Rin pounding into him with a hand over his mouth, but you weren't having that.
You come ti sit next to them and see the fear in Sae's eyes, trying to wrestle Rin off of him but you can see Rin is close and there's no way he's gonna stop now.
"Be gentle..." You coo to Rin before grabbing his hair to stop his movements. He gasps and whines, a small whimper building up as he looks at you. "Gentle, or you'll break him. Hold his waist with soft hands.. yeah, there you go..." You smile, and he did what you said.
You let go of Rin's hair before leaning in to kiss him as a reward before turning to Sae. "Hold onto Rinnie's shoulders, don't scratch him too much, you'll make him bleed..." Sae gave you a sceptical look before copying your instructions.
You just beamed happily, pressing a kiss to Sae's lips this time. Rin was watching you intently and as soon as you pulled away, he smashed his lips onto Sae's.
It was aggressive at first, but a hand in Rin's hair told him how to behave, and you could both of their gasps and whines.
You hummed and gentle pulled Rin back. "Continue fucking him now, atta boy. Slow and gentle..." you murmured, a hand reaching out to stroke Sae's cock as Rin whimpered a soft little "Nii-chan-"
OOOOOHHHHGHHGH MY GODDDD????? HELLOOOOO?????? WAAAAAA??????????? i…… am at a loss for words truly ……………..
first of all i love how nonchalant and unsurprised reader is about the whole thing JSHDKSHDKSJ they just walk in and see the rin pounding sae’s shit and the only problem they have with it is how rough rin is being LMFAO and how well both rin and sae listen to reader……. goodbye
“gentle or you’ll break him” to rin and “don’t scratch him too much you’ll make him bleed” to sae is …. i….. I ………
teaching rin to behave, that he can have this time with sae but only if he’s gentle, only if he plays nice and doesn’t hurt him. even the secondary reprimanding, when rin has already slowed down but forces his kiss too hard onto his brother, and having to yank his hair to remind him, gentle gentle gentle. you don’t fuck your brother, you make love to him, rin.
and it’s evident in the way he listens, he slows his pace, he kisses sae so deeply - he really does love and cherish him, and is eager to show him this way, sometimes he just needs some… redirection. they’re both good boys, sometimes they just need someone to remind them of it ;)
fem reader z-team hero who loves to spoil herm and baby him
not in a patronizing way like she doesn't think he's less capable or some useless child but she wants him to feel so safe (uses names like angel and sweetheart, and their not even dating)
i think this would eventually lead herm to try and look for porn where the women is in control but still loving, then he gets a bit obsessed with mommy kink porn
imagine one day he accidentally calls her mommy when she is trying to comfort him but instead of being mad like he thought she calls him adorable and lets him suck on her tits as she jerks him off over and over again
nursing handjob my love
I need you to know this is my favorite request I've ever received and I was gnawing on my finger while reciting it to my bsf. i had to make it a oneshot rather than hcs
★sub!waterboy x mommy!healer!reader
★nsfw, 2.8k words
It's been a very rough day. Herm feels like he's on his last leg, mentally and physically.
First job of the day- he had been dispatched to such a menial emergency, some hoity-toity SDN subscriber's cat stuck in a tree. Real superhero stuff. But of course, the water on his skin from the nervousness of trying not to fuck up sent the already-scared feline into hysterics, scratching his face along the way down. He could only hope it wouldn't scar.
Next, on a mission to escort people away from a riot in the city, the puddles that leak from him naturally had caused Malevola to slip and fall. Hard. She wasn't happy, of course, and everyone on comms had heard the interaction go down. Immediately, he knew he'd never be living this one down.
And lastly, while the rest of the team was unavailable, Robert had no choice but to send Herm out to meet with a reporter. Big mistake. He clammed up right when he was asked just one question about SDN.
It was such a bad day, Robert had asked him to sit the rest of it out. In front of everyone.
So, there the awkward, wet ginger sat, dripping into a bucket in the janitor's closet, much like his first day on the whole hero thing. And, again like his first day, walked in a real hero.
"Sweetheart?"
It was your voice- how happy he was to hear it. He looks up from his sad sitting position, trying his best not to show the vulnerability in his eyes now that his goggles were off. He almost wants to pull them back down over his eyes, so they'd be hidden just a bit.
"H-Hey, (Name)." Herm says, his mind already racing with what to end up saying during the inevitable conversation about why he's alone in a supply closet. He chooses to feign nonchalance. "Uh, what's goi- what's up?"
"Could ask you the same thing, huh?" You quip back at him, pulling the same bucket Robert had sat on up next to Herm. "This your hiding spot?"
He can't conjure up any other action than telling the truth, nodding in response to your question and wiping some extra sweat off his brow. He looks so sad, and he knows it's sort of pathetic. But, much like Robert, you don't point it out.
"You'll get the hang of it sometime, honey." You place a hand on his knee, patting first and letting it rest on the fabric of his wetsuit. A warm smile directed towards him makes his furrowed brows relax. "Everyone starts somewhere, you know."
"It just feels like— I don't know. I don't feel like a hero."
You exhale hard, and it looks like the gears are turning in your head to figure out the best words of wisdom to bestow upon the miserable man. Before he can start wallowing again, you speak up once more.
"The fact that you're even trying this hard should tell you everything." Herm looks at you fully now, not avoiding eye contact like he usually does. "You are a real hero, Waterboy, you just need to keep learning. And maybe a cooler name."
Herm sort of smirks at himself when you say that, the jab at his name feeling less like the incessant bullying he's faced with from the rest of the team and more like actual banter. There's warmth in your tone every time you speak to him, and he finds himself wondering why you seem to have such a soft spot for him.
Before he can continue pondering the subject, he's shocked at an arm wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in to lean on you for a second. He doesn't know what to think now, his touch-starved skin almost tingling at the touch. Your clothes were definitely getting damp from it, but it seemed you didn't care in the slightest. "Oh, honey," you say, releasing him after a sigh, "don't dwell so hard on it. You haven't been on the team long enough to hate yourself over mistakes."
You seem to hesitate for a second as you reach toward him again, but he stares at you still, trying to give you the go-ahead for whatever you were about to do. Your palm caresses his scratched cheek, healing the superficial wound with a warm radiating feeling as you give him a parting statement.
"You're definitely handsome enough to be a superhero." You say before taking your hand away and revealing your handiwork. He touches his cheek with his gloveless hand and feels absolutely no raised skin or pain there anymore.
Herm is left totally speechless, sitting there in the bucket and dripping enough into it that the collected water reaches high enough to touch his backside. He watches as you leave the closet, closing the door on your way out, something he finds thoughtful somehow.
Herm feels like a bit of a sicko now.
He had been struggling to keep down his arousal ever since the face-caressing incident. It's your job, for God's sake, you heal people with your touch— everyone on the team has experienced it, you weren't touching him lovingly, just with intent. But he still gets goosebumps when he remembers the feeling, something stirring under the crotch of his suit every time. It really didn't help that in the days following it, you had sat with him during breaks, synergizing well each time you were dispatched with him, even sharing your food. Nor did the remarks from the rest of the team about how much you were growing a huge fondness for the awkward beanpole.
He couldn't stop thinking about it, and it's reached a boiling point now.
There Herm kneels on his bed, holding one of his plastic-wrapped pillows against his clothed crotch, phone propped up on his nightstand with filth playing on the screen.
He shouldn't be thinking of you like this— he doesn't feel worthy of it, feels like a creep as he grinds his erection against the pillow, crinkling sounds of the plastic making him cringe in abject awareness of the situation. But he can't help it anymore, imagines he's the man and you're the woman in the video he chose, watching as she strokes him while he sucks one of her breasts. He would kill for that, he thinks, intense lust and something beyond hitting him like a brick when he pictures it in his mind- you, looking down at him with a loving expression and your nipple in his mouth.
It's all too much all at once, and he comes with a cacophany of whimpers and broken-up 'mommy's muffled in his arm as he grinds hard, trying to stay quiet but unable to help the sounds that escape him now. He's soiled the inside of his suit with so much cum he knows he's going to have to rinse it off in the sink.
He really hopes he didn't just wake his grandma with such inappropriate noise through thin walls, the thought makes his skin crawl on top of the already-apparent embarrassment at his behavior. Jerking off to a coworker. Fuck.
The next day, Herm finds himself in the supply closet. Wallowing. Again.
This time, he had injured himself, tackling some teenager out of the way as falling debris from a building he had just put fires out on nearly smacked into her. She had frozen on the spot as she watched it fall, and his quick reaction thankfully saved her from steel flying into her face. Unfortunately for him, the object had landed directly onto his shoulder, causing some of the most intense pain he's ever felt in his life.
He had managed to save her. The mission was a success. But he can't help feeling like he's still a failure, unable to shield someone from danger without taking damage in the process. Phenomaman wouldn't have let it hit him. Nor would Blazer, not even Invisigal with how speedy she is. He feels useless, taking a longer rest than everyone else had due to the pain, like some kind of loser.
Clearly, you had remembered what he said a few days ago, about this being his hiding spot. He braces himself for another awkward conversation about his shortcomings once you gently open the door and make your way inside. Closing it and flipping the closet's light on as you enter, sitting on the floor in front of him.
"Heard you got hurt." You say it with a smile, eyes raking over the way he slouches more to his left side, the pain not allowing him to sit up straight. "Unzip your suit, sweetheart."
He blushes, and he can tell you noticed, with the way your grin sort of deepens. "Oh, um, o-okay," he resigns himself to allowing you to save his day yet again, wincing as he tries to reach both hands up to the neck of his wetsuit.
"Let me."
The goosebumps come again when you reach up to his neck, fiddling with the wet zipper for a second before pulling it down to the middle of his torso. You make your way up behind him, helping him lean out of the suit, pulling the left shoulder of it off his skin, and you grimace at the huge mark that would definitely turn a nasty purple if you didn't intervene soon. He hisses in a breath as you press on it, hard, to see if the bone under his flesh felt normal. Thankfully, you seem satisfied with the firmness and stop pressing.
"You may not feel like it, but that was hero shit." You place your hand on his shoulder without the pressure this time, and that warm feeling tingles against his skin the way it did days ago. He sort of smiles at that, an uncertain one, so you continue your reassurances. "You managed to be a human firehose, and actively saved a girl in the process. You can't tell me that wasn't hero shit." He can almost hear the smirk in your voice.
"I-I guess so." Herm knows he doesn't sound very sure in those words, but he continues sitting in his nervous silence as you work your magic on the huge bruise.
"Come on, say it. You did good."
He ponders for a few more seconds before a more confident tone overtakes him. "I did good." He says simply, and you seem satisfied with the statement.
"Alright, that should do it." You punctuate the sentence with a light pat against his shoulder, one that would have hurt like hell before but felt completely normal now. You truly are a miracle worker, he was expecting to deal with that dull pain for weeks if he missed you before the end of the shift.
"That's a lot bette- that feels good," He says, turning to flash you a dorky smile, "thanks, mommy."
Oh God. Oh fuck.
He looks away immediately, sweating hard into the bucket. Holy shit, did he really just say that? He prepares to dart up out of his sitting position and run somewhere else in the office, but the tension is broken by a heavily amused giggle.
"Oh my gosh, sweetie, you are so cute!"
Huh? Okay.
"I'm s-sorry, I-I really don't know why I— I didn't mean to—"
"You've been calling me that in your head, haven't you?"
Herm is caught between a rock and a hard place now, if he bolts he'll look even worse, if he confirms your suspicion, he has no idea if you'll soon turn on him and hold it over his head forever. Oh God, what if you file an HR complaint against him?
"Oh my gosh, you have!" Your reaction is so nerve-wracking, Herm doesn't know what to do with himself, bowing his head in some form of shame, or something else. He can't tell anymore, his brain is leaking out of his ears. You come around to sit on the floor in front of him again, and he avoids all eye contact as you continue speaking. "It's okay, angel. I don't mind."
That mind-blown expression returns to his features, and he can feel himself becoming aroused from something as simple as you allowing this. He nearly gasps when you place a hand on his knee, fingertips electric on him through the suit. "You— R-Really?"
Another giggle and reassuring statement causes him to grow harder. "Yeah, I think it's cute," you say, sitting up straighter to let your hand reach toward his thigh, "I should've known you were the type."
It's hard to ignore the implication of your statement; he's so submissive in his daily life that you could already sense it. You seem to be okay with that though, trailing your hand up and down his clothed leg in a sort of caring massage. "Come here," you finally say, offering your lap with a pat towards it. Oh my God, you even know exactly where he wants to be.
He clamors out of the bucket, willing himself through the intense arousal to not just start touching himself right there when he drapes himself across your lap. Your comforting arm props him up to your chest, his lanky body unable to fit smoothly atop your legs— his ass is on the floor, making the carpet damp, but he couldn't care less about that now. Especially when you encourage him to press his face to your chest.
"Look at you," you say, staring down into his doe-eyed expression before trailing your gaze down to his crotch, his large bulge straining against the nylon of his wetsuit, "you're so hard." You point out the obvious with yet another little laugh, placing your other hand on his bulge. He bites his lip.
After a few firm rubs to his crotch, you reach for his zipper once again, pulling it down to reveal more of the toned body under it. He doesn't need instruction for this, leaning out of your grasp and working on autopilot, shrugging the rest of the suit off. He lifts his hips off the floor to pull his suit and the soaked briefs down, leaving the suit to pool around his ankles. Again, he can't bring himself to give a shit about his bare ass being on the damp carpet now.
He's fumbling for the buttons on your shirt, exhilarated at the way you're smiling so sweetly at him while you watch those slippery gloveless hands attempt to open it up. Eventually he gets impatient, lifting your shirt up past your bra with a nervous look. A bite of your bottom lip encourages him to lift the bra up too, releasing your breasts to the cool air of the closet. Your nipples harden quickly and he might start drooling if he doesn't get his mouth on you soon.
"Bet you weren't expecting this kind of healing session," you joke, fingertips making his skin twitch as you trail them back toward his nearly-aching cock, "feeling better now, baby?" You elicit a shuddering moan as you grasp the shaft, slowly stroking it and making it leak.
"Y-Yes, mommy." Herm nuzzles into your chest as you continue stroking. He can't help himself now, wrapping his lips around your left nipple, licking and suckling at it and dragging a satisfied noise out of you. He looks mesmerized by the sight of you, your loving face gazing down at him as he suckles pathetically at your nipple, moans and whimpers muffled by your breast. Every little snicker or giggle you let out at how cute he looks just makes him lift his hips up into your hand, thrusting lightly into your fist.
"That's my angel," you say, encouraging him to continue thrusting into your hand, "that feel good?"
Herm nods against your chest before taking more of your soft breast into his mouth, glassy eyes still staring into yours. He's so overcome with pleasure, he looks completely brainless while he thrusts faster into your comforting grasp.
Those muffled whimpers become more intense, he can tell he's going to come soon, but he doesn't want this moment to end. Regardless, he can't handle it for much longer, inhibition slipping away as he mindlessly bucks his narrow hips. He's coming hard in just a few more strokes, little 'mmh's silenced by your breast, saliva pooled in his mouth once he's released your nipple.
You let him lie there in your lap for a few moments, catching his breath after all the squirming and that intense orgasm. But soon enough, duty calls, and you're pulling your bra and shirt back down, encouraging him physically to get up and get himself dressed. "Let's go, sweetie. We can do this again when we aren't literally at work."
Herm really hopes you mean that. For now, he pulls his suit back up over his body.
if incest is bad then why is the tender secretive love between two people who have known each other since at least one of their births and care for each other beyond words so good
warnings: polyamory, omegaverse, allusions to nonconsent/punishment
note: I wanted to make this like…way longer but alas. based on this train of thoughts about beta!sae
“Why won’t you claim me?”
To anyone else, that would be a loaded question. An alpha going through multiple ruts and heats with an omega without claiming them was cause for concern on the omega’s side, and would leave any self respecting alpha wonder hope they navigated the conversation without losing the omega. The omega would be wondering if they mattered, if they were worthy of being claimed by that alpha, if they could recover from whatever this had become should it fall apart.
But he was not any alpha, and you were not any omega.
This situation was simultaneously more and less delicate in areas where it mattered, but the complex question has a disgustingly simple response.
“You’re not mine to claim. You’re his.”
“He’s not an alpha!” You even stomped your little foot, a cute display of aggression that was allowed only because he didn’t find it offensive when you fought back. You had a lot of big feelings in that little body, and he was the only willing outlet for the uglier emotions your connecting piece wouldn’t allow. “I need an alpha!”
“You have one. He’s an alpha.”
“He’s not in a way that matters and I can’t believe you entertain his insecure beta bullshit.”
He loved when you were upset. The cute furrow in your brow and the way your eyes got all watery even though you really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your tears. Your cheeks flush, jaw clenching as your teeth press together to stop yourself from saying something you’ll get punished for — he knows you’ll purr for him later when he gently massages the sore joints. Aside from that, the way the air shifts with your frustration is an environment he thrives in. Your scent got that much more potent, sour with your anger but still delicious in his current pre-rut frame of mind. The little omega took up more space when she was angry, and he loved when you felt safe enough to let that out on him.
Because he wasn’t any alpha, he didn’t care about hierarchy or any of that other shit that tried to dictate how people acted. Some were born to breed, others to be bred, and that shouldn’t impact how people were treated so he didn’t care that a fussy omega was snapping at him in the kitchen. He cared even less about the beta who was posturing as an alpha, though other alphas would resort to violence to put that beta in their place. Social hierarchy wasn’t a real thing, and when you had enough money you could avoid it all entirely — which is what he did, and it was currently working out just fine.
“Sae takes real good care of you, little one. Talk nicer about him.”
Whatever argument you had is halted by his statement, and he takes a drink of his water while maintaining his casual lean against the kitchen counter. Your space by the island counter remained uninvaded, but he didn’t need to get closer to you to get you to settle down. The reminder that this situation could somehow be worse for you was enough coupled with the sound of the front door opening, and you knew better than to argue with him like this in front of Sae.
Where he didn’t care, Sae cared a lot and would punish you for acting out or treating either of your alphas so poorly. All you had to beg for was a knot, with all of your other wants and needs taken care of exclusively by Sae. New clothes, expensive vacations, a luxurious roof over your head — it was all yours, regardless of how it came to be this way. You were a spoiled omega, and eventually you would realize that and learn to simply let go of the shitty little things that happened in your life. Sae could pay for it all to go away and he would do it without hesitation if you asked.
Sae’s nose wasn’t as strong, never fully capturing the distinct mood that either of his lover’s scents gave off, but he could feel tension in a room and quickly deduce there was an issue. Perhaps not one that needed his intervention, but an issue nonetheless, and his entrance into the kitchen is met with two sets of greetings that he returns with a nod.
“What does she want this time?”
“Nothin’ important,” Shidou responds, and you sigh when Sae leans in and presses his nose to the irritated gland behind your ear. “Still not healin’ and it’s bothering her.”
He winks at you, letting you know that your little tantrum would stay between you two and saving you another lecture about how your lack of being claimed was your fault for rejecting Sae’s attempts. In return Sae doesn’t push the subject, still inspecting the gland that had gotten infected and was taking much too long to heal.
Slender fingers carefully trail along the length of your neck until you wince and alert Sae that he’d gotten to the edge of your tenderness around the gland. He’s concerned, frown deepening before he says that he’ll put more of the antibiotic gel on after he gets out of the shower.
You’re less bristly when Sae walks away, and Shidou was going to assume that the beta’s scent brought you a bit more comfort than you would like to admit. Maybe it was the reassurance that Sae was going to address something that was causing you pain, or the fact that you weren’t being scolded for complaining about the lack of claim — he wasn’t ever going to know for sure.
Am having the unholiest thoughts about Tsukishima it’s unreal. I’ve watched 9 episodes why does he have this hold on me why must he be big brother alreadyyyyyy
Just truly the thought of being desperately rutted into by Yuuji who is taking advantage of you while you’re unaware. Intoxicated? Asleep? Doesn’t matter, just Yuuji knowing what he’s doing is wrong and desperate to fill you before you have the coherency to try and push him away
Sae being a beta and embarrassed of it, he should be an alpha
He wears alpha pheromones to fool everyone until he’s in the league and then starts a hormone replacement therapy to try and force the alpha genetics in. Stem cell research into gene therapy, whatever studies have been attempted to change someone’s biology he has tried — and they’ve all failed.
He has an omega partner who thought he was an alpha until their first heat together and Sae couldn’t provide the exact comfort they needed. He wasnt enough for them but he doesn’t let them go, because now they know his secret and he’s not taking the risk of them telling others that Itoshi Sae is a beta.
He doesn’t know how to take care of an omega. There’s a lot of crying and he knows he’s hurting them but he won’t let them go because they’re his omega now and he’s going to make a good mate out of them.
Meeting Shidou changes his life because Shidou is everything an alpha should be. Big and bold, strong scent and stronger sex drive. Shidou is also smart — figuring out that Sae is a beta because of Sae’s nonexistent scent cycles.
Shidou wants an omega but doesn’t need one, happy to fuck his rut out with Sae (even though the Itoshi does not like taking a knot), but when the omega’s heat comes around Sae presents them to his alpha as a gift to both parties (whether or not they all see it as such is irrelevant to him).
