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req ! the jjk men casually callin’ your parents mom and dad <3

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, crack, fluff bc ohmigod, i love these boys.

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, hakari, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, choso.

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I just...want a boyfriend really bad. I whine as I lay on my big brother's bed watching him play video games. Excuse me? No one wants me! I whine and pout shoving my face into his pillow. How could no one want you? I'm not socially pretty enough... The fuck you mean by that?! He starts smashing buttons on his controller. I mean that I find myself pretty but the world around me doesn't. Guys don't want a big girl to love only fuck.

He groans as he loses his game and turns to look at me. Those little boys because you can't even call them men. Are stupid, your damn gorgeous he chucks his controller to the side. I don't dress like all the other pretty girls do, I sigh and sit up to look at him. And? You don't need to be showing off to get a guy. But it would help! I'm not gonna sit by and let my little sister whore herself out for attention. But- no buts! You love when I wear my skimpy clothes around the house. Yeah! Around the damn house where only I can see...and how do you know I love it?

You stare...a lot. I point at him, like right now. How can I not? You're in my bedroom in a T-shirt and panties. Panties that I can obviously see, I'm just a guy. And I'm just a girl... That really wants a boyfriend! I whine again and throw myself back causing my shirt to rise and show off my pink panties. You don't need a boyfriend, big bro huffs and stands from his chair. Yes I do! I wanna feel loved! I feel my big brother's hands pull my shirt down trying to cover my panties. He doesn't move his hands after, no guy in your damn circle is good enough. What about- no! If you want a guy he needs to be good for you.

I sit up again being face to face with him. Then who? Who will ever be with me? I'm tired of games. God, you don't even notice do you? Big brother says with a huff, notice what? Me. Look at you right now, in my shirt, the prettiest pink panties, in my damn bed, and whining to me. Who do you come to when you want that attention you crave so much? Huh?...you..yeah me! Who puts up with your bratty little girl attitude?...you...me! Who spoils the hell out of you?!...you... Me! And you still say you want a damn boyfriend!? He's agitated and glares at me.

Y-yeah but you're my big brother...things kinda go like that... No they don't! I gasp as he grabs my hair Big brothers don't usually do the things I do for you. I should be telling you to get out of my shirt, my bed, and to put some damn pants on. He pushes himself between my thighs, but instead I'm admiring it all and getting fucking hard! I whimper when I feel his bulge against me. Big bro your being mean, good! Maybe then it will get through your damn head. He suddenly kisses me aggressively, crawling on top of me. He's hungry for this kiss as I feel a hand in my hair, the other groping my body, and his hips grind into mine.

He doesn't let me pull away until we both need the air. T-this is- shh he softly pecks my lips again. Just let big brother handle it all, big brother can be your boyfriend. I have been your damn boyfriend this whole time. I feel him meanly tug in my panties making me whimper. Right? Big bro has been such a good boyfriend to you? Just been a little too stupid to see it. His voice is stern and he tugs again when I take too long to answer. Yes! Big brother has been the best boyfriend. I bring a hand down trying to stop his tugging. That's what I thought, he growls as he sits up pulling my panties down with him.

Too damn naive? Stupid? I don't even know to see that you had a boyfriend this whole damn time. Boyfriend and girlfriends kiss...and do naughty things... I mumble as I feel his fingers play with my cunnie. And Big Brothers took too long to do that? But we've kissed in the past...stupid girl just doesn't remember. What? And we're doing naughty things right now aren't we? He slaps my cunnie a couple times making me jolt. My pretty girlfriend little sister...is going to take her big brother's boyfriend cock, right? Since that's what she so desperately wanted. I look at him my mind is racing thinking of all the things he's done and the things he just said but I still nod my head.

I have to admit I'm a little disappointed you don't remember last time... He leans down and kisses me again. You keep saying last time- the first time you ever got drunk little sis... Looked like a straight up whore sucking on my cock. I didn't fuck you that night though... I want you to remember that. He pushes his sweats down to free his cock and my eyes widen. That night was you? Yeah, you did so well! like a good little girlfriend does. He laughs and runs his cock through my folds making it nice and wet as I whimper.

That's so mean you know I couldn't remember whose cock I had sucked- before I can continue whining I gasp as he pushes into me. You really think your big brother, your boyfriend! Was gonna let you suck someone else's cock? He groans as he keeps bullying his cock into me. My back arches and I grab onto his shoulder, fuck. Always knew you'd be so good for me, he grunts. He pushes my thighs back even more as he starts to thrust in and out of me. My mind is fuzzy as I let him, he gets rough quickly. See what a good boyfriend and big brother I am to you? When I don't respond he lightly slaps my face, don't go dumb on me yet.

He grips my hair again pulling my head back exposing my neck. He leans down and starts to leave a mess of bites and hickeys. What am I doing to you? He growls and I moan fucking me. And who am to you? My big brother! Suddenly he's pushing me into a mating press and I squeal. And? My boyfriend, I try to hit his chest to slow him down. Your what little girl? My big brother boyfriend! Im suddenly cumming hard on his cock. Doesn't matter that I'm squirting as he keeps drilling me. I'm fucking you through this to get it into your dumb little sister head.

I'm a mess under him as he keeps going. Tears are coming to my eyes I'm dumb and in so much bliss. He kisses me again, good little sis. Your big brother boyfriend is going to cum. He moans please, pretty please, I moan. Cum in your little sis girlfriend? You finally learned, he kisses me as he makes sure every inch is inside of me as he cums. We are both panting and tired messes. Relationship status? Taken by my big brother, I say with a giggle before pulling him into another kiss.

Feeling lonely one day, you decide to make an account on a hookup app. You scroll through accounts, mildly amused at the pickings, until you stumble across one. The woman's profile doesn't feature her face, but the picture shows a woman wearing a dress — and a necklace — that you recognize immediately. Even the style of photo is familiar. It's not mystique the photographer was going for — she literally doesn't know how to keep her face in frame. It's your mother, wearing a dress she only wears when going on a date, and a necklace you bought her for Christmas.

You think about your mother having a hookup account for days. You think back and forth to yourself, should you message it and see what she says? Should you... try to meet up with her? Wouldn't it be funny? You imagine the look on her face and her flustered voice when she shows up to hook up with someone and it's you. One night, after partying with some friends, and getting cross faded enough to make some bad decisions, you do it. You match with her and send her a quick "Hey~ heard you're looking for a young girl to have fun with."

She answers a few hours later, just as sleep is about to take you. "Hi... you're into older women?" She replies. "Oh yeah. I can't get enough of cougars." You respond. You two have a bit of a friendly back and forth for a while, playfully flirting among some small talk to break the ice. Without giving away too much information, you talk about yourself. Everything she tells you, however, is something you already know.

When the time comes for her to ask for a photo of you, you quickly pull down your shirt and squeeze your tits together, taking a low angle shot with your plump lips the only part of your face shown, parted in an attempt to look sexy despite barely being able to see straight.

"You're so cute. I almost feel bad for what i want to do to you" she says. "When can we meet up?" Nerves are not an issue. Courage is not an issue. Self control is and right now it isn't in the room with you. "Is tonight too late?" There's a pause, with the *is typing* message on the screen. Finally, it reads "Unfortunately, yes. But... can we meet tomorrow? I want you."

You decide to borrow one of your friend's clothes, since you figure she knows your outfits and tastes by now. Well, most of your tastes anyway. If you dress like your friend, she might not catch on until it's too late. You do your makeup differently, going through efforts you normally wouldn't. You tie your hair differently. Capping it off with a face mask, you head to the meeting spot.

She approaches you, double checking it's you from the hookup app. You push your voice lower than normal to obfuscate, easily done since your throat is dry from last night. After the meet up is confirmed, you head to a hotel with her. The moment you two get into the room reserved for the night, she all but tears off your face mask and grabs your face in her hands before making out with you aggressively, sliding her tongue down your throat and trying to pull off your clothes. You go along with it, surprised at how strong she is compared to what you know of her at home.

She pushes you onto the bed and all but tears your pants off of your legs, your panties almost becoming a casualty of her hunger as she gets to work eating you out. It's rough and inelegant, she clearly doesn't have that much experience muff diving. That's okay; you put your hands in her hair and guide her head until her nose is rubbing against your clit, her tongue thrashing eagerly in and out of your dripping wet hole. When she comes up for air she puts two slim, smooth fingers inside, fingerfucking you so well you can't help but moan for her. What she lacks in oral skill she more than makes up for in her dexterity — her fingers reach deeper, more turn-on spots inside you than your own do and your body becomes a quaking less for her.

As you come, you drop your guard and say "Fuck...! Yes, Mommy!" At the top of your lungs, only for her to answer not with the name you gave her in the text conversation, but with your own, actual name. You stare at her in shock as she straddles your thigh, pressing your clits together and scissoring with you. "When did you...?" You moan and throw your head back, barely able to finish your sentence.

"You think I wouldn't recognize my own daughter's tits? The ones I made?" She laughs, a laugh more mean than you're used to but fuck if it doesn't make you almost come again right then and there. "The same tits I've been fucking myself thinking about for years? I've held back for so long around you, and you just offer yourself to me. Of course I'm gonna eat you right up. You asked for it." That pushes you over, and you cum, shuddering and shaking as you do.

The rest of the day is a blur of being used by your mother, hazy recollections of you moaning and mewling for her to make you cum again and again and again. She doesn't let you rest for a moment, and watching her cum only makes you want to do more to please her. To be a good girl and earn her cum and to be able to taste more of the sweet nectar from her pussy. She makes you taste your own, sometimes mixing the two. She makes you call her Mommy like you're a child all over again. It's only when it's time to check out that she reluctantly puts her clothes back on, or at least the minimum to be considered decent.

"We're continuing this when we get home, little girl." She says with a wink, dragging you out of the hotel room.

You caught me in my feelings and now I’m almost crying, thanks.

Feel like a man : Jason Todd x reader

WARNINGS: suggestive but not explicit, but still MDNI, sensitive topic, mention of trauma

***

Poor Jason.

He came home very late or very early, depending on the definition and saw you, sleeping soundly under the covers.

Looking like a freaking angel, regardless of messy hair, scrunched nose, half-open lips.

And damn, it made him wonder.

He was not enough.

Ever since the torture inflicted by Joker something shifted in his head and in his body and he found himself –

Unable to perform.

And it didn’t matter how many times you told him that it was okay, that sex was not everything, that you two could take it as slow as he needed and that you loved him –

Unable to fucking perform.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to.

Fuck, he did! More than anything. He wanted to be able to touch you without shaking, to be capable of accepting touch without freezing and freaking out, to make you feel good, to ravish you, make you lose your breath, moan and cry his name –

Unable to perform.

What kind of man was he? The piece of shit, he couldn’t get hard at the sight of the most beautiful woman on the planet? The woman who – for reason unknown – wanted him?

Any other guy would just slide into the bed, next to you, kiss your bare shoulder, nuzzle into your neck, wrap arms around your waist and pull you close.

Love you right.

He couldn’t.

“Jay?”

“Hey…”

Obviously she woke up, as if his thoughts formed a storm cloud above his head and the lightning bolts crushing his sound mind got to her too. Catching him standing in the bedroom door like some sort of creep, watching her sleep.

 “Is everything ok?” Y/N moved to a sitting position, vigilant, scanning his face and body, despite the remnants of sleep in the corners of her eyes.

“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse, words limited to absolute minimum, as if scared that any surplus would cause him to break.

“You hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

“Do you want to-“

“No.”

“Oh. Okay. But you know we don’t have to-“

“Just – just stop it, okay? I don’t; want to talk about it, not now. Not ever.” He run fingers through his hair.

“Ok. Ok, don’t freak out on me-“

“Just go back to sleep, will ya?”

“Jason-“

“I’ll be taking the couch.”

“But-“

“No buts.” He almost groaned at her. “Goodnight Y/N.”

***

Stupid asshole.

Stupid, impotent asshole.

He was going to lose her.

Cause no matter her words and assurances, he knew better. Sex was important part of relationship. Otherwise they might as well be only roommates. Without any innuendo, like in that stupid joke. Or worse – they would be like siblings.

Living together, having some tangent points, trying to navigate the life with joined efforts, having fun and stuff, but with zero intimacy.

He just wanted to be a man.

A real man, not a half-one, impaired, broken, messed up, retrieving into his mind every time she touched him, even if by accident.

He was going to lose her.

It was only a matter of time….

Dad who comes late from work, tired and angry, not even turning the light on, but coming to see me as soon as he steps foot in the house <3

"Been waiting for me, love?" He asks when he finds me awake, looking at him with a smile. <3

Dad who whines into the kiss, the tiredness in him making him do so. Although he does not lose control. His hand closes around a fistful of my hair, forcing my head towards his neck <3

Dad who gets hard at my worship of his body, whose ego gets heavily stroked as I murmur how handsome he is <3

Dad who spreads his legs and makes me drop to my knees, playing with my lower lip. Pinching, twisting, tugging, until he gestures with his head for me to unbuckle his belt <3

Dad whose head drops backwards when my lips wrap around his cock, that immediately moved my own head to his pleasure, emitting gagging sounds out of me <3

"Fuck...that's what daughters are for. To take their fathers dick. That's right. Choke on my dick, little girl. Daddy loves it. Daddy loves you." <3

Dad who places his heavy, big hand at the back of my head, completely trapping it between his thighs as he pushes his hips towards my mouth, making me drool, his noises indicating that he's close <3

Dad who makes me look at him as he's cumming on my mouth, blocking me from breathing with his thumb and indicative finger, my eyes watering as he spills his hot seed down my throat <3

Dad who says "Swallow." so darkly that it makes me clench around nothing <3

Dad who pats my head and strokes my hair, placing a kiss on my forehead because I was good for him and helped him relax <3

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summary: there's nothing quite like being pampered by your partner after coming home from a fight... at least in childe's eyes

pairing: childe x gn! reader

warnings: fluff, a smidge angsty towards the end, mentions of fighting/ wounds; just a scene i had to exorcise from my brain since i'm ridiculously down bad; this is either a modern au or a 'teyvat has blow-dryers now' au, pick whichever one you fancy

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“Watch it,” you threatened, though your voice lacked any sort of real bite. How could you be truly mad when Childe was grinning up at you, all boyish and playful, a strand of his wet bangs stubbornly falling back into his ocean-hued eyes?

“I wouldn’t have to if you just joined me,” the ginger hummed with no remorse, wet fingers dancing along the hem of your already soaked shirt, itching the creep under it. No doubt, he had already thought about just pulling you into the bathtub with him. “Or you could just take off your clothes if you’re so worried about them getting wet.”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s the only reason you’re proposing that, huh?” You cocked your eyebrow at him, gently sweeping his hair back again. Even after you shampooed and conditioned it, it was as unruly and wilful as the guy it was attached to. “No ulterior motives whatsoever, I presume.”

“No ulterior motives whatsoever,” Childe echoed, though his voice carried the same mischief as it did right before he splashed the first wave of water over you. “I’m just looking out for you, darling.”

“The only thing you’re looking out for are your best interests,” you snorted, grabbing the body wash and sponge, motioning for him to turn around. “Now sit still, you literal child. I don’t want to accidentally reopen the wounds I spent so long dressing.”

“You got it,” the ginger laughed, clearly not as concerned with the deep scratches littering his back. Though you really didn’t want to meet whatever had caused them, Childe had excitedly told you all about his scuffles as he came home, still high on adrenaline as you ushered him into the bathroom and peeling off his many layers of clothing.

You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts that started clouding your mind. It was a conversation you have had plenty of times before. Instead you concentrated on the way his lithe muscles flexed and relaxed under your touch, his skin as always pleasantly warm and smooth despite the faded scars littering it. You knew the origins of most, having spent many nights tracing them as you listened to the stories behind them. Sure, some were from thrilling battles, but there were also smaller, odd ones like the one where Teucer accidentally nicked him as he taught his younger brother how to prepare a fish they caught together.

When you were certain your boyfriend was all clean again, you got some fluffy towels as he clambered out of the tub, purposefully not meeting his smug expression as he caught you eyeing the water droplets running down the dibs of his abs. You were also sure there was no need for his arms to flex as much as they did as he towelled his hair dry, leaving the white fabric to rest around his neck. 

Though there was a shirt set out next to his sweatpants, he forewent it completely and you sighed as you followed him out of the bathroom with the blow-dryer in hand. Idly, Childe sauntered over to the bed, sitting down with his back to the frame waiting for you to take your place behind him like you always did.

Gingerly, you rested your legs over his shoulders, feeling his calloused palms wrap around them, his fingers tracing random shapes into your thighs and calves as his bare body radiated heat. Watching the stream of hot air tussle his fluffy strands, your thoughts couldn’t help but circle back to the bloodied wounds on his back. None of them were too deep this time, but…

There was a tap against your calf.

“What are you thinking about?” Of course, Childe would pick up on your dip in mood; he always could. He could probably also guess the direction your thoughts had turned, it wasn’t an uncommon point of discussion. “And you’d better not say it’s nothing.”

“I know I tell you all the time and you always tell me not to worry. And I do have more faith in you than anyone else, but can you be at least a little more careful?” In that moment you were glad your boyfriend was turned away from you, certain your voice would shake even more if you were to look into his eyes right now. 

Running your fingers through his soft hair, you busied yourself with parting the sections to resemble a somewhat orderly hairstyle in order to keep your hands from trembling. Still, Childe easily caught your wrists, sliding his fingers between yours as he twisted to face you.

“You really do worry too much. I’m fine, right? See, everything still attached and working,” Childe smiled, drumming his fingers across your knuckles.

“Yeah but what if something happens? Something that is outside of your control and you don’t—“ You cut yourself off, not daring to speak your worst fear into existence. It would make it seem so much realer. “Just… Ajax, if you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you, if the other side of the bed was cold—“

“Hey now, none of that,” Childe soothed, reaching up to smooth out the crease of your brows. “You’ll never have to go to sleep alone or wake up to an empty bed. I’ll always come back home to you, I promise. Nothing could keep me away from you.”

The heat of his kisses spread from your knuckles all the way up to your heart, warming you from the inside out as his words soothed your frayed nerves. The logical part of your brain knew he couldn’t actually prevent all bad turns of events from happening but you willed those thoughts away. 

As you curled up under the blanket with him that night, his arm draped securely over your waist to pull you close to him and into his safe embrace, you reminded yourself Ajax had never broken his promises before. So, as the moon bore witness to his vow sealed with more kisses, you decided to believe him.

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