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Doesn’t the saying go “A true knight gets his sword bloody”? Yeah. Yeah I love this talk. ILY anon

THAT'S RIGHT THAT'S RIGHTTT- MAJOR Toji and Sukuna vibes from this, too 🥴 Period? What period? They don't GAF.

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18+ MDNI - You wake up squished between Sukuna and Toji, feeling a familiar cramp in your stomach when you prop yourself up. In the shower, you glance down to see the running water stained scarlet as blood trickles down your inner thighs, so you call out for one of them to grab you a tampon.

In an instant, both of them burst into the bathroom, squeezing their bulging muscles into the stall with you. Before you can even say good morning, they’ve pinned you up against the wall, spread your thighs as wide as possible, and are taking it in turns to suck the blood right out of your throbbing cunt.

Pushed up against wet tile, each of your legs thrown over their sculpted shoulders, these two attack your bleeding cunt, devouring you like feral beasts savaging their prey. Sukuna then alternates between plunging his fingers and his tattooed tongue into your folds to coax every last drop of blood out, whilst Toji moves his scarred lips up to suck and bite on your clit until you howl in pleasure.

Within minutes, you’re cumming, a stream of fresh blood mingled with your slick and their saliva gushing from your clenching cunt. As they lap it all up, they assure you that the best remedy for period cramps is a thorough fucking. Guess you won’t be needing that tampon right now.

Imagine if the reader knew all along. Pietro and Reader planned it together so they could get Tony's blessing

Can I get a pietro maximoff blurb based off the song "Rude" by MAGIC! where the reader is tony's daughter if the blurb requests are still open?

rude

pairings: pietro maximoff x stark!reader

warnings: mentions of food, slight angst, dad!tony + boyfriend!pietro arguments, fluff really

word count: 1430

note: the fact that i actually really think that the song was made for pietro. rude // magic!

the sunlight was trickling through the window panes of pietro’s room.

his eyes slowly fluttered open, slowly blinking away the sleepiness. as soon as he adjusted through the blinding light, his gaze fell on you, your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala.

he smiled softly, carefully stripping your hold onto him as he remembered the plans he had for the day.

pietro wasn’t usually the type of guy to dress with such effort. he mostly wears anything comfortable; sweats, shirts, hoodies.

though today was a different day, a special (sort of) day. so he wore one of his best suits-- one for stark’s occasional galas.

after approving of his neat and posh appearance, he bought two shawarmas from tony’s favorite shop, accompanied by iced coffees-- one black and one milky, you could guess whose is which.

pietro headed towards tony’s lab, but not before getting stopped by wanda, “what’s the occasion, piet?”

“i’m gonna do it,” he said, snatching his coffee from his sister’s grasp, “wish me luck.”

he knocked at the glass panes, even though he knows that he could just walk in like he usually does. he watched as tony gave him a weird look, and went ahead to open the doors.

“what do you want, sonic?” tony gazed at him from head to toe, “and did you just pomade your hair?”

he ignored him, handing him the exact order of shawarma he usually buys, “here,”

“alright, speak up,” tony eyed him skeptically, “do you need money? permission to shag my daughter? what?”

pietro looked at him with disbelief, “what the hell does shag mean?”

he blinked at the speedster, “i- nevermind,” he took a bite off his shawarma, “talk now, maximoff, i’ve got work to do,”

“i’d like to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter,” pietro said slowly. as if once he spoke too fast, tony would explode.

well, he didn’t exactly. he just stared at him and straight out deadpanned, “no.”

pietro placed his cold drink down, “what?”

“you’ll never get my blessing ‘til the day i die,” tony huffed, sipping on the coffee pietro bought, going back to tinkering his prototypes.

the maximoff boy scoffed, “is it really necessary to be rude?”

“tough luck, speedy,” tony shrugged, “now, go. thanks for the snacks, though,”

pietro sighed in frustration, ruffling his hair to wring the pomade which was holding his dirty white strands together. he was about to speak up again but decided against it, smiling rigidly at pepper as he left.

“you’ve got to take it easy on pietro, tony,” pepper murmured, “he’s a good guy, he loves y/n so much. he looks at her like she’s his world,”

tony massaged the bridge of his nose, “i don’t know, pep, y/n’s my only daughter. i don’t think i could let go of her just yet.”

pepper laid his important documents on his table, “you’ve got to do it someday, tony.”

pietro walked into the avenger’s common room, loosening his tie.

“hey, love, what’s with the suit?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing, “i didn’t miss an anniversary, right?”

he smiled, sitting beside you on the couch, “no, no. just… trying on a different style,”

you chuckled, “o-kay then, do you want breakfast?”

he nodded, closing his eyes. you looked at wanda and clint, silently asking if they want some, too. after getting the answer you needed, you strolled to the kitchen.

“what’s got you in a foul mood, pietro?” wanda asked.

“did he say no?” clint asked, frowning slightly. as much as he hates to admit it, clint has grown quite fond of the boy, especially after the battle of ultron.

he nodded his head, opening his eyes to look at them, “i don’t understand him. he knows that i’m gonna marry y/n one way or another,”

“it’s going to take a while, maximoff,” clint clapped a hand on his shoulder, “tony’s just protective of her, you know she’s the only family he has left.”

he hummed, “yeah,”

dinner rolled on quickly, thanks to you. you’ve prepared dinner with pietro, it was a special recipe of your mother’s.

the meal with the avengers is eventful like usual. witty banters, scolding from steve, exchanging lovely memories.

“supper’s amazing, y/n,” your father praised, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “it’s been years since you last cooked this, why now?”

you smiled softly, “just thought pietro and wanda would appreciate a little something from home,”

pietro looked at you with adoration in his eyes. he gave you a quick peck on the lips, much to tony’s dissatisfaction.

after eating, tony volunteered to clear up the table, leaving pietro along with him.

“come on, tony,” he prompted, “i cannot live without her. love me or hate me, we’ll both be standing on the altar,”

“pietro-”

“or y/n and i will run away and get eloped,” pietro offered, smiling lightly at the billionaire.

“don’t you dare,” he glowered, “you’re even lucky i allowed you to date her, maximoff.”

“tony, you know i love your daughter with all my heart, and i know that you know that she loves me, too,” pietro said sincerely, “i’ll go wherever she goes, and she will do the same, too.”

tony gulped, “no, pietro. go, you’re getting on my nerves.”

“hey, dad,” you smiled, walking into his lab, “are you busy right now?”

your father stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, “no, never for you, what’s up?”

“i just… when did you realize that you want to, you know, spend the rest of your life with mom?” you fiddled with your necklace as you sat down, “or pepper, perhaps?”

“what do you mean pepper? pepper- pepper is not-” he stuttered, but you cut him off, “c’mon, dad, i know how you look at her. it’s the same way i look at pietro,” you shrugged.

he sighed, “i’ve always known that i wanted to marry your mother the moment we went on that first date. i guess the universe wasn’t content with how my life was going, so they took her away from me,” he looked at you curiously, “why?”

you smiled sadly, “i don’t know, dad. it’s just that, i’m already twenty-seven, pietro and i have been going strong together for five years now,” you laughed humorlessly, “i don’t know, don’t you think that now would’ve been the right time for him to pop the question?”

your dad just stared at you in guilt, he wasn’t speaking, so you continued to talk.

“i- i know that i shouldn’t rush things, just go with the flow, i guess,” you paused, biting your lip in thought, “but maybe he isn’t ready yet? i mean, we’ve said the words tons of times, we’ve talked about the future. do you think he doesn’t want to settle down with me yet?”

tony widened his eyes as he saw the tears gather in your eyes, so he immediately rushed towards you, bringing you into his arms as you let the tears fall from your eyes.

“no, no, sweets, i’m sure he wants to, maybe he’s just nervous?” he winced, the guilt eating him up.

you chuckled, wiping your eyes, “i don’t know anymore, but thanks for listening, dad,” you sniffled, “i gotta go, i promised to help wanda for her date with vision.”

he kissed your forehead before letting you leave. he sighed, “FRIDAY, call pietro,”

and in a blink of an eye, pietro stood in front of him, “what do you need?”

“you have my permission,” tony muttered.

“for what, exactly?” pietro questioned, though he had the gist of what he was trying to say. he just wanted to tease him, “oh, wait a moment,”

tony rolled his eyes as he watched the boy disappear and appear with a recorder in hand, “okay, okay, and… go,”

“you have my permission to marry my daughter,” he said, scoffing as he watched pietro speed around his lab, “but if you hurt her, you’ll also have the permission to be buried six feet underground, got it?”

“got it.” pietro smiled, running out of the room with a cheerful whoop.

tony shook his head in amusement, turning around to look at the framed photo of a younger you and him. he smiled softly. you’ll always be his little girl, even if it means giving you away to the human form of sonic.

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☆ — MESSAGE SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ! • jjk edition

minors do not interact.

⋆ ࣪. ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji & choso

★ — contents ! sexting, mix of gn/f!reader, pre-established relationships, suit kink, ex!boyfriend, suggestive/smut, mention of fellatio, daddy kink, masturbation, hand kink, kink shaming ?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GOJO SATORU — mirror pics

the faucet squeaks as gojo turns off the shower. he pulls back the curtain and steps out to grab his towel, using it to dry his hair before wrapping it loosely around his waist. he stops before the mirror on the way out and can’t help to admire his half naked form. his damp hair hangs low on his forehead which he flicks out of his eyes with a swift movement of his head, hands flexing slightly as he runs his fingers through it to smooth it back. beads of water slowly run down his chest and chiseled abs before disappearing beneath his towel that hangs so dangerously low. his perfect v-line, so sharp it looks like an arrow coaxing your eyes to travel down, imagining what could be hidden under that towel. yeah, he looks good. with a mischievous grin, gojo picks up his phone off the counter and opens the camera. before snapping the photo he drops his towel slightly, holding it in his hands to drape just between his legs to hide his cock while exposing his muscular thighs. he pulls up your message thread, selects the photo and hits send.

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chosen one <3 just got out the shower. why don’t you hurry on home so you can make a mess of me again? ;)

⋆ ࣪. ☆ GETO SUGURU — dick print

fuck, geto misses you. more than he’d ever let on. how dare you dump him when he was just about to consider getting his act together? geto sits in his bed in the dark scrolling through your instagram. the bright light illuminates his irritated expression as he lurks through your vacation photos. he guesses your no good friends decided to wist you away on a trip to get him off your mind. tsk, those bitches… they were always against him. geto feels his chest tighten in anger seeing you laid up on the beach in that skimpy ass bikini. just thinking about any other man seeing you like that and getting to touch you has him fuming. how dare they oggle at what’s his? and how dare you show yourself off like this for all the world to see? flaunting those perfect tits and the curves of your body as you’re splayed out amongst the sand, your skin now glistening and tanned from the sun. it has his dick stirring in his boxers seeing you look so sexy, happy and carefree. you never looked like that when you were with him. geto adjusts himself letting his dick sit against his thigh creating a delicious print in his boxers. his long shaft and mushroom tip imprint explicitly through the fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. he knows you miss him — you have to. why else would you pull a stunt like this? he closes instagram in favor of opening the camera app letting the shutter flash as he captures what he knows you’re after.

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+1 (555)-555-0203 I know you miss this dick, baby. Why don’t you stop being a tease and come sit on it for old time’s sake?

⋆ ࣪. ☆ NANAMI KENTO — shirtless pics

sometimes nanami’s work takes him out of of town, which he hates. he hates working more then he needs to, but most of all, he hates leaving you. when you send him a message requesting he “send you something,” nanami can’t help but feel a little flustered. he has never been into sending lewd images but the thought of you thinking of him while he’s away stirs something in him. he feels a little silly as he loosens his tie with those skilled fingers. the ones that always managed to reach so deep inside you rubbing all the places you can’t. he slowly unbuttons his dress shirt to reveal inch after inch of pale skin pulled taut over his ripped chest and abs before folding it neatly and setting it on the hotel dresser. he thinks briefly about removing his tie, but decides to leave it, letting it hang loosely around his neck. an embarrassed smile forms at his lips as he cringes at the absurdity of it all. nanami slinks back in bed, phone in hand, letting out a deep sigh before opening the camera app to snap two pictures: one a straight shot of his torso, and a second cheekier one, his strong hands tugging down his dress pants slightly, exposing a small tuff of blonde hair.

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kenny <3 I hope you find these to your liking. Now, I believe it’s your turn.

⋆ ࣪. ☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI — nut vids

it’s just past midnight and toji is sitting on the couch in your shared apartment watching reruns of some sport game. like he fucking cared. he would rather be with you, but earlier this evening when you asked him with those puppy dog eyes if you can go out with your friends tonight he just couldn’t say no to you. it was rare that he ever did. but he misses your cute self. now’s about the time that you’d be cuddled up on the couch with him watching tv before things got too close and you ended up on your knees with his dick lodged down your throat. toji needs you and bad. his growing erection is already creating a strong print in his grey sweats like clockwork. without you here, he’s left to take care of it himself, but not before making you aware of the situation you’ve created. toji slips his dick from his pants, it’s hot, heavy, and pulsing as he takes it in his fist, milking the clear liquid that slowly seeps from his slit. he picks up his phone with the other hand, opens the camera at and presses record, stroking himself as low grunts and filth spill from his lips.

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daddy <3 “you see the things you do to me? look how hard daddy is for you…” he groans as he strokes the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. the lights from the tv flicker in the living room, reflecting off the slick that coats his shaft. “bring your cute ass home, so you can take care of this mess you made…”

⋆ ࣪. ☆ KAMO CHOSO — hand pics

choso doesn’t understand what your obsession is with his hands. they’re just… hands? but still when you ask him to send you a picture of his hands for “science” he pauses his game and sets down his controller to try to figure out about them that drives you wild. could it be the vein that bulge under the skin? the rings that stacked up his slender fingers? his thick knuckles that rubbed against your sweet spots as he pumped his digits inside you? the roughness of his palms that gripped the soft skin of your hips as he gripped them firmly? choso can’t imagine them tasting like much of anything yet still you never failed to hum eagerly as you took them in your mouth. maybe their strength is what did it for you then? like when he clutched them around your neck while we bullied himself into you? he guessed he could see the appeal there but they’re still just hands. whatever. if that’s what you want, he’ll give them to you. pulling out his phone, he poses his hands under the dim light of his room and snaps a couple pictures.

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choso <3 here, i guess. weirdo…

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Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly. 

Stevie 🥴 you kiss your mother with that mouth??

Tell Me

Summary: You give Steve another one of his firsts

Pairing: Inexperienced!Steve x Reader

A/N: Part 2 of Steve * just to clarify, Steve hasn’t done some things and you decide as his friend, you should volunteer to help him through anything he wants. Aren’t you a good friend? 

Warnings: Smut, 18+, praise, oral!female receiving, please be advised

Tagged: @elle14-blog1​ @nana1000night​ @supraveng​ @potatothots​

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Steve practically growled from your words, pulling you up from the floor and back into his lap. His lips smashing into yours as he kissed you, his tongue slipping inside tasting himself on your tongue. You moaned in the kiss, hands holding the back of his neck as you felt his hand move between your bodies.

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squad 🧡🖤

all credits to the original artist @hq_yunak on X & ig

I have a breeding kink and I'm proud of it.

it’s Me again… back with another breeding kink fic.

anonymous asked: Can you do another breeding kink Bucky??😭😩💞

His hips stutter with wild jerks, lurching your bed and its frame into the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chokes, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched. “You can’t say shit like that, baby.” His hands dig into your skin bruisingly, an animalistic fire he’s resisting alight in his dilated pupils. “‘Cause I will. With the way your tight pussy is squeezing me, I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days after, and there’s no doubt you’re knocked up with my kid.” 

in which you beg bucky to cum inside you. (includes breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex.)

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As it turns out, the sperm of a super soldier is especially potent. Which means regular ‘ole birth control doesn’t work like it’s supposed to, and for that, specially modified treatment has been given to you.

Yes, the very serious and dangerous S.H.I.E.L.D agency has created a shot so that you’re able to fuck your superhero bareback without the threat of a child. The only catch is re-upping; it lasts a year, but there’s a month needed before you can get your next one, something about needing to give your reproductive system a break from the chemical.

It’s a difficult month, becoming harder and harder as the weeks wined down.

Of course, you use condoms but there’s a mutual disdain for the material. Plus, it’s not the same—that barrier between you, unable to be as close as possible with him, the emptiness of not being filled until you’re dripping. But, thankfully, both of you have made it through and there’s only a few days left.

However, for good measure in the last week, you’ve been staying with Wanda and Natasha. Speaking of who, the couple are throwing a housewarming, no longer compound-bound, and his attendance is iffy. It’s understandable considering just thinking about him has you ready to explode.

Not to mention, it’s a pool party, and you’re wearing a saucy bikini.

“So when are you and Barnes gonna pop one out?” Natasha speaks casually, a wine glass between her fingers, curled up with her girlfriend on a lounge chair where they both watch you help set up. “Something tells me you won’t want to wait a whole year. Him, especially.”

That’s an understatement. Your man has chronic baby fever but in a respectfully adorable way. In the past, you’ve been apprehensive about offspring but he’s so optimistic and supportive you’ve definitely come around to the idea. “Soon, actually. Banner apparently has created a six month shot,” you tell her, absentmindedly folding a complimentary towel.

“Oh, yeah. How are you two doing on that front? You have a couple of days left before you can shack up again, right?” Nat’s eyebrow arches when your hands fumble and drop a towel at a mere reference to sex.

“Yes,” you answer after a steady breath, and you bend over to retrieve the textured cloth. “Seventy-two hours. It’s good he isn’t coming to your little thing ‘cause I think he’d maul me and vice versa…”

“Oh, Bucky,” Wanda’s pointed, mildly amused voice sets your spine rigid. “Hey! How’s it—”

At your fiancé’s name, you abruptly straighten up and spin on your heels. In a blink of an instance, he’s closed the distance—six foot form towering and determined, and the ravenous look in his eyes tells you what he’s going to do.

Your eyes widen, and you point sternly at him, uncoordinated steps backward. “Wait, wait—!” you try but his arms are latched onto your waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. Everything is upside down: a smiling Wanda and waving Natasha fades as he strides into the house.

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hehe what a sensitive boy <3

For the love of my life, Nines:

28. “each of my thoughts about you are improper”

59. “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”

I just know you’ll cook up something hot with these 😌💅

@dattebae Here you go, lovely! I love that two of my Nines prompts chose number 28. Clearly we're all on the same page where this boy is concerned!

Nines x AFAB reader. Rated M.

The RK900 was the most…androidish android you’d ever seen. If Connor hadn’t informed you of the fact, you would never have guessed that the grey eyed model was a deviant. It took until the fifth time you spoke to him for you to learn he had a name.

You worked on the reception desk at the DPD, so you knew all the officers well. Connor had endeared himself to you very quickly by always stopping to say hello. You thought he was cute, but your co-worker got there first. Since they made a pretty adorable couple, you didn’t begrudge that. It had mostly been a harmless observation on your part anyway. Nines, however, was a different story.

The RK900 had been discovered in the CyberLife Tower, was deviated by Markus, and had come to work at the DPD with Connor. He was an upgrade to the RK800, although the team valued both androids as individuals, of course. Nines was undeniably impressive with his skillset, but Connor had the edge on people skills, most of which came down to his experience. He’d been alive longer, been a deviant longer.

Nines did not bother to say hello every morning, and had actually not even acknowledged your presence until he walked in with Connor one day. After witnessing Connor stopping for a brief chat with you and your colleagues, he made more of an effort to be…pleasant. That was probably the kindest word you could use.

Small talk didn’t come easily to him. At least, not naturally. You’d seen him fake it for a witness once, no doubt letting his social relations program step in for him. The change was remarkable. He’d been warm and friendly, chatting about the latest Gears game, handsome face wearing an easy smile. You’d almost gawped at him from behind the desk before remembering that that wouldn’t be very professional.

At first you’d been indignant, wondering why he didn’t put that effort in for you, but then it had occurred to you that it was all false. The way Nines acted with you and your colleagues was real. It might not be as warm as you would like, but it was genuine, and there was something to be said for that.

There was something so intriguing and mysterious about the RK900, you couldn’t help feeling drawn to him. You knew it was unrequited. He made that perfectly clear with his stoic face and cold eyes, striking an odd balance between making the effort to talk to you while giving the impression that he probably didn’t care about the answers. You knew nothing about him, other than the basic facts, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

There were plenty of people who had crushes on Connor, but from what you could see, you were the only one who thought about Nines. People admitted that he was hot, but were put off by his personality. Or lack thereof. According to the gossip you overheard, a man who appeared to be that stoic was likely to be cold in the bedroom. When you observed Nines’ uncaring nature, his focus solely on his job, you couldn’t help but see where they were coming from. Still, you kept thinking about him, kept seeing his face when you closed your eyes at night.

For a time, you just let your mind wander where it wanted to. It was a fun distraction, and you enjoyed the eye candy. After almost two months with no let-up, you were starting to feel a little concerned. Was this more serious than you’d thought? In which case, what were you supposed to do moving forward? At the start, his lack of interest didn’t bother you, but now…if your own interest ran deeper than you realised, you were fucked.

The smart thing to do would be to confide in Connor, who seemed to be Nines’ only friend, but you couldn’t. You’d never been the kind of person who could openly discuss your crushes, not even celebrity ones. It just felt too personal. As Nines’ friend, Connor would be able to tell you if your feelings had even the slightest chance of being returned, but even the knowledge that he’d be able to put your mind at ease couldn’t make you break your silence. It was better to just assume you were on your own and deal with it.

And then someone brought a gun into the DPD.

It was a minor incident, all things considered, over in less than a minute thanks to Nines, but it shook you. There was a reason why you were a receptionist and not an officer. You didn’t handle dangerous situations well, you tended to freeze and forget every single part of your security training.

The man, a desperate Red Ice addict who didn’t want to be arrested, had attempted to start a hostage situation in reception, but Nines had gotten there first, taking a bullet to the shoulder like it was nothing before snatching the gun out of the man’s hands. He’d tossed the gun aside, had the man on the floor and handcuffed before you could blink, but all you could think was that he’d been shot.

He swept his grey eyes around reception, assessing the situation, the state of the people there, in a glance. His gaze seemed to settle on you a beat longer than everyone else, unless you were projecting, and you wondered why. Then Connor was there, insisting on patching up Nines’ gunshot wound before leading him away.

You worked out the rest of your shift with wide eyes, feeling your heartrate decrease slowly, worried when you didn’t see either android again. When you left the desk to go to the bathroom, you saw them both doing paperwork. Nines didn’t seem any worse for wear, other than the gaping hole in his clothing, tinged with blue.

Your gaze met his on your way back, and you debated going over to ask if he truly was okay, but then his LED spun and he began to talk, taking a phone call. You continued walking, a little disappointed, but glad to see that he seemed to be fine.

Your shift ended promptly at 6pm, and you headed to the break room to wash up your coffee mug before you had to get the bus home. Connor unexpectedly stepped into your path when you were done, and you smiled at him.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Fine, but I was wondering if you could do me a favour.”

You glanced at him in surprise, but nodded. “Sure. What is it?”

“I need to head out to follow a lead, could you take this folder to the archive for me?”

He held up a neatly-labelled manila folder, and you reached out a hand for it. You had a little while before your bus came.

“No problem.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded. “See you tomorrow, Connor.”

He headed for the door, and you diverted to the elevator down to the archive. It wasn’t the first time you’d run small errands for the officers. You knew how busy they were, so as long as they didn’t take advantage of your good nature, you didn’t mind helping out with small things. You were surprised to find Nines there too.

“Oh. Hello.”

“Good evening,” he replied. “What are you doing down here? Your shift is over.”

“Connor asked me to put this away,” you explained, holding up the folder.

He tilted his head a fraction. “Interesting.”

“It is?” you said, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Yes. Because he asked me to put this away.” He showed you a folder of his own.

Heat flooded your face as you realised the two of you had been set up, and you wondered what Connor could possibly hope to achieve.

“Oh,” you said.

“Yes.”

It was the first time you’d ever seen Nines look awkward. It was…interesting.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, then you gestured with your folder.

“I’ll just…”

You walked past him, shoulders hunched in the universal sign for ‘sorry I’m in your way even though I’m not really’, and found the correct file cabinet. By the sounds of it, Nines was doing the same.

Job done, you headed back to the elevator. You pressed the button for the main floor, surprised when Nines entered with you. You’d just assumed he’d take the stairs, since you were only using the elevator because it had been a long, tiring day.

His tall, looming presence made the boxy space feel even smaller, and you bit your lip, wondering if you should attempt small talk.

The elevator came to a juddering halt, and you yelped as you were plunged into darkness before the emergency lights came on, bathing you both in eerie red.

“What the…?”

“Stay calm,” Nines instructed, although you weren’t panicked, just surprised. “I’m calling for help.”

You watched as he communicated silently with someone, his LED blinking. He looked even more intimidating in shades of scarlet, the lights casting deep shadows on the planes of his face. Not that you felt intimidated exactly; it was just something you observed.

You waited as patiently as you could, eyeing the now-blank display above the doors. When Nines finally moved, you glanced at him, taking in the disgruntled expression on his face.

“What’s going on?”

“The power’s out,” he informed you. “I could only get through to Connor, he’s on his way back. He said he’ll update me as to what’s happening, but for now we just have to wait.”

You sighed, suddenly feeling a conflicting mixture of tired and tense. You should have just taken the damn stairs! Now it could be hours before you were able to get home. At least you weren’t claustrophobic, although the sensation of being trapped was making you a little uneasy. Being trapped specifically with Nines – your secret crush – was only adding to your unease. You felt too awkward to handle it well, you were bound to say something stupid, highlight exactly why androids were superior to humans.

The elevator felt stuffy, although whether that was just in your head or an effect of the air con now being off, you weren’t sure. You sat down on the floor, back against a wall, and Nines looked down at you for a moment before mirroring your pose on the opposite side. He didn’t need to sit, so he was clearly just doing it to make you feel more comfortable. That was a nice gesture.

The first half hour dragged. You sat in silence, unsure what to say, and Nines didn’t venture anything either. He had to be impatient, possibly more so than you, but you couldn’t tell looking at him. His expression was placid, grey eyes strangely pale in the red light. He sat with his feet flat on the floor, knees bent, arms resting on them in a pose that was oddly casual for him. You assumed he was mimicking humans he’d seen.

You tried hard not to stare at him, but since he was the only interesting thing in the elevator, you didn’t succeed much. Your gaze kept creeping to him, only for you to guiltily snatch it back. A few times, you switched position, partly because the floor wasn’t the best seat in the world, partly to busy yourself for a few seconds. When the room got warm without the air con, you started to unbutton your shirt, thankful you had a tank top underneath.

Nines watched you, and you tried not to fidget under the heavy weight of his stare.

“It’s hot,” you mumbled by way of explanation.

He didn’t respond, most likely not considering it necessary.

A few awkward moments slipped by, and you dropped the shirt next to you, glad to feel some air on your bare arms.

“Why do I make you uncomfortable?” Nines spoke up out of the blue.

You frowned at him in surprise. “You don’t.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I…” You trailed off, your protest dying on your tongue. You’d been about to say that you weren’t lying, which would have been another lie, but that was so much easier to say than the truth.

“Well, it’s because I have a gigantic crush on you, but until recently, you barely knew who I was, much less cared, and I wish I could just stop, but every time I see you I just want to climb you like a tree, and so being stuck in a small room with you is putting me on edge.”

Yeah, no. Best leave that unsaid.

“You realise I was built to be intimidating,” he added. “It’s not something I can help.”

“No, I know,” you answered, picking at a thread on your pants. “And you’re not. At least, I don’t find you intimidating. It’s…um…I just…I’m just really tired. I was looking forward to getting home.”

“What did I say about lying?” he snapped, tone accusing.

“I’m not lying, I really don’t see you that way!” you protested.

“Your reactions indicate otherwise,” he argued. “When I’m near you, you become restless, agitated. Your pupils dilate, your breathing rate increases. All signs of fear.”

And arousal, you added silently, trying not to panic as your reactions were picked apart. Did he really not realise what was happening? He was the most advanced android ever created, which meant that he must know what else those signs could mean. Could it be that he just didn’t consider it a possibility?

Your heart twisted at the implications of that. He clearly took on the weight of his daunting presence and the ways it could affect his day-to-day life, but did that mean he thought that everyone was afraid of him? Did it mean that he didn’t believe that someone could be attracted to him?

A sudden stray thought struck you, making your eyes widen. Was he, perhaps…lonely?

That was a lot to unpack, and your need to keep your feelings to yourself was suddenly warring with your need to reassure him.

“Nines, I…” you began, unsure where you were going with it. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He looked unconvinced, and you rushed to continue.

“Actually, I…I like you.”

His eyes were steady on you, boring through you, trying to get to the heart and truth of you. You swallowed and looked away, scrambling awkwardly to your feet as you gave in to your sudden need to move. As soon as he did the same, you regretted the decision, since he was taller than you. Sitting had equalled things between you to an extent. Now that he was looming over you once again, you struggled to find your words.

“I…I know you don’t feel the same,” you said, holding up a hand as you assured him that you had no expectations. “It’s okay.” It wasn’t. “I just…I just want you know that not all of us find you scary, okay? And if you need to talk to someone, I’m here. I want to be your friend. I…don’t even know if that’s something you need or even want, but the offer stands. Just…just remember that.”

He stared at you for long seconds, face blank. That wasn’t unusual for him, but you wished he’d show at least something of what he was thinking.

“I can’t be your friend,” he said eventually.

Your heart sank, and you bit your lip as anxiety washed through you.

“Okay,” you said, doing your best to react the right way and not let the disappointment seep in. You should have known better than to expect an android of his advanced skills to need a human like you.

“Don’t you want to know why?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t think there’s any point in–”

“It’s because each of my thoughts about you are improper,” he interrupted, stopping you mid-sentence.

You froze, wide-eyed, trying to figure out exactly what he was saying. Your Nines translation meter must be slightly off, because it just wasn’t making sense.

“I can’t be your friend,” he went on. “It wouldn’t be right. I’d always want more, and I will not put you in a position where I demand more than you want to give.”

You were hearing his words, spoken in English, a language you definitely did understand, but their meaning just didn’t register. They were so at odds with his stoic expression.

“Wh…what?” you stuttered.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You winced at the harsh words, but then realised that they were a touch defensive. Nines was feeling vulnerable. Because of you. How was that even possible?

“You…like me?” you ventured cautiously. “As…more than a friend?”

“I believe that’s what I just said, yes.”

“But you…why didn’t you…? Why didn’t you say something?” You gasped, remembering that you knew exactly why. “Shit, you really did think I was afraid of you, didn’t you?”

“Aren’t you?” he threw out.

“No! No, you… Fuck! For a man with a fucking supercomputer for a brain, you’re so dense!” you said between near-hysterical giggles.

He tilted his head, looking a little affronted, and you laughed harder.

“I’m sorry,” you wheezed. “I’m sorry, it’s just… Do you have any idea how long I’ve pined for you? Nines… I wasn’t afraid of you. I was attracted to you.”

His eyes widened a touch, and his LED whirred. “That…” he said after a moment’s thought, the words carefully considered, “…would make sense.”

You stifled another laugh. You didn’t want him to think you were laughing at him, it was just the whole bizarre situation in general.

“So now what?” you asked.

Your breath hitched as he stepped closer, crowding you against the wall with very little effort.

In a deceptively soft tone that sent shivers through your body, he said, “I believe a kiss would be appropriate. If you consent to that."

You swallowed hard, nodding, your gaze inevitably pulled to his mouth. He bent his head, you lifted your chin to meet him, and your lips met.

You’d imagined it dozens of times, but you had no idea what to actually expect. In light of your most recent conversation, you wondered if you were his first kiss, but if you were, you couldn’t tell. He knew what he was doing, his lips cool and pliant against yours, his tongue licking into your mouth with exploratory precision. A soft groan rumbled low in his throat, and you shivered. You’d suddenly thought of a much better way of passing the time.

You pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard, your eyes locked with his.

“Can I…?” you began.

“Anything,” he said.

You pushed him back half a step, then sank to your knees. You were starting to recognise micro-expressions in his stoic look, and you caught the brief flicker of surprise, and then the desire that followed it. Had you just been blind, or was he just giving you a chance to read him finally? Either way, it was gratifying to see.

You undid his belt and the fastenings on his dark jeans, taken aback to find yourself staring at pale skin rather than the underwear you’d expected.

“Shit. Have you been commando all this time?” you blurted out.

“What do I need underwear for?” he said validly.

“That’s hot,” you murmured, easing him out of his jeans.

Nines sighed as you touched him, stiffening and growing in your hand exactly as a human would. You gave him a few slow pumps, gauging the size and weight of him, feeling the softness of his skin, the surprising warmth beneath it. He had no scent that you could detect, and you playfully licked at the tip, grinning when he jerked and moaned above you. You took that sensitive part of him in your mouth, sucking gently, massaging the rest with your hands.

He moaned again, hips twitching in a very human-like way, plainly indicating what he wanted. You sucked a little harder, then ran the flat of your tongue across the underside before pulling back. You didn’t miss the way he leaned forward, chasing your mouth, and you felt your clit throb.

“Fuck my mouth,” you said, sitting back on your heels to look up at him.

He’d braced one arm against the wall, his rebellious lock of hair falling forward as he cast a shadow over you. His lips were parted as he drew air into his systems, and his eyes were heavy-lidded. And you’d barely started.

“Are you sure?” he asked you. “Once I start I don’t think I’m able to stop.”

“Then don’t,” you said simply.

His eyes took on a look of determination, and you felt a thrill of adrenaline. His free hand slid into your hair and held your head still, and you felt yourself grow wetter.

“Open for me,” he ordered, and you almost whimpered at how many different ways you could take that.

You obligingly opened your mouth, and he slid back in, plunging deeper than you’d allowed before. You relaxed your jaw, taking as much of him as you could, already knowing that he’d have to make do with the limitations. It was fortunate that you were pretty good at controlling your gag reflex, since you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat.

He started to thrust, and you immediately picked up on both his desperation and his control over it. It told you that he wasn’t going to hurt you, even accidentally, and you relaxed even further. You let him do what he wanted for the first few minutes, then let your hands and tongue come into play, teasing and caressing where you could until he was panting hard above you.

“Fuck!” he grunted, and you inwardly grinned. You’d never seen him so animated, so unguarded, and you had a feeling you could easily become addicted to it.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, needing to hear him come apart. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling, but it was a dull pain. You liked knowing what you did to him.

“I’m…I’m going to…” he said, sounding thoroughly wrecked. You’d never heard him sound anything but calm and collected. The fact that he was tripping over his words now excited you. “Can I…?”

You freed a hand to curl your fingers into the ‘okay’ symbol, letting him know it was alright. It was more than alright.

With a harsh cry and a jolt, he came. Your throat was coated with synthetic cum, and you swallowed it, surprised by its heady, bittersweet flavour. Something familiar that you couldn’t immediately identify in your distracted horny state. Then it hit you: dark chocolate. He fucking tasted like dark chocolate.

You had so many questions for CyberLife.

You let him slip from your mouth, wiping the drool from your chin before he could see how undignified you were. Then, since he seemed to be dazed, you helpfully tucked him away and zipped his jeans, buckling his belt in place. It was only as you struggled to stand up on stiff legs that he snapped out of it, gripping your upper arms and helping you up. He pressed you against the wall, mouth on yours in a fierce kiss. You wondered if he could taste himself.

You intended to ask him how it had been for him, but you didn’t get the chance. No sooner had you broken apart, when he sent you a predatory look that rendered you speechless, and said firmly, “My turn.”

He got to his knees, hands working on your bottom layers before you had a moment to catch your breath. He looked up at you when he saw how damp your underwear was, and you shrugged, a little embarrassed.

“I told you,” you muttered defensively.

He actually laughed, just a brief chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound of it.

Your smile turned to a gasp as he explored your wet folds with his fingers, parting them before bringing his tongue into the mix. You had no idea if this was new to him too, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them expertly and brushing against your G-spot, making you moan his name.

“Fuck, Nines!”

Your hands found his hair, fingers drifting through the silky strands. Making him come had turned you on so much, you didn’t think you were going to last long. Not if he kept being as dextrous with his tongue as he was with his fingers.

Oh god, his tongue. You were going to have recurring dreams about his tongue, you could already tell.

“I need you,” you whimpered. “I need you, I need you.”

It had mostly been an outpouring of feeling for you, but Nines seemed affected by it too, his LED spinning yellow. His fingers pumped faster and harder, and he closed his mouth around you, sucking on your clit, playing with it with his tongue.

“Oh fuck!”

He kept you at such a constant level of pleasure, your orgasm took you by surprise. You cried out as you came, bucking against his face as he worked you through it. He drew it out exquisitely, leaving you convulsing against the wall for what felt like an eternity, his tongue lazily sweeping over and over your sensitive flesh until you had to beg him to stop.

When he stood, cupping the lower half of his face to wipe the excess slick away, you watched him with dazed eyes, and as you’d done for him, he helped you redress. You had so many things you wanted to talk to him about, about how he thought of himself, about why he hadn’t believed that you cared, but you weren’t sure how to begin.

“Connor saw it,” Nines said, seeming to sense the topic you were stuck on. “What was between us.”

You nodded. “That’s why he sent us to the archive. He must have hoped we’d talk if we…” You trailed off, eyes widening. “Oh shit! Did he trap us in here?”

Nines frowned, his LED immediately flickering yellow.

“It was him,” he confirmed after a short, silent conversation. “I told him to get us moving again.”

“That sneaky little bastard!” you exclaimed, although you were too blissed out to be angry. Besides, his stupid plan had worked.

“He saw that you cared for me,” Nines surmised. “And he saw that I was fascinated by you. When that gunman was in reception today, I…I was struck with the possibility of you being hurt, and it was…difficult to deal with. I think Connor must have seen my struggles.”

“I didn’t like seeing you hurt either. You were shot.”

“I was repaired,” he assured you. “I had to act quickly, to protect you.”

You stared at him, unsure how to respond to such a declaration. You squinted as the lights came back on, the elevator jolting into movement once again, and you shelved it all for later.

“Want to come home with me?” you asked. You needed to feel him inside you, but not in a crappy DPD elevator.

Nines managed a small smile and nodded. “On one condition. When Connor meets us outside the elevator doors, where he’ll inevitably be, we pretend that nothing happened.”

Your lips curved into a sly grin. “Deal.”

One day soon, you’d let Connor know his efforts hadn’t been in vain, but in the meantime, you’d punish him for trapping you.

It felt good, having Nines as a co-conspirator, and it took a lot of effort for you to walk out of the elevator like nothing had changed. It was harder still not to laugh at Connor’s annoyed expression. Much later, after Nines had almost fucked you into a coma, you reflected that maybe you forgave Connor just a little bit.

He has reached dad joke status

Your husband, Toji, could really be the worst sometimes.

He was in the middle of helping you cut vegetables up for dinner in the kitchen, when, out of the blue, Little Megumi came scampering in. Megumi reached his dad's side, and, trying to take a look at what was going on, stood on his tippy toes and peered at the counter.

Noticing that food was being prepared, Megumi blurted out, with no humor in his voice, "Hurry up."

Originally, Toji thought about scolding Megumi on his way of talking to adults, when, he got a brilliant idea. "Why?"

"Because I'm hungry, duh."

"Hi, Hungry," Toji looked down at Megumi with a grin, "I'm Dad."

Megumi gave his dad the biggest side glance known to man, and scoffed. "Hmph, I'm serious."

"You're not Serious; you're Hungry."

Megumi rolled his eyes, annoyed at his ridiculous dad. "Are you Kidding Me?"

"No," Toji shook his head, trying to hide his laughter, "I'm Dad."