Request: So if you think Spinner would have nips…does this mean we could get nsfw headcanons about his s/o messing with his chest? ;P
A/N: I did the ol’ half-and-half because I can only write about chests so much without resorting to short headcanons
SFW:
Shuichi isn’t too insecure about his own body. He struggles a bit with self-conscious issues given how isolated he was as he grew, but he hardly feels uncomfortable in his own body. However, his body- at least in his eyes- feels a bit too uncomfortable to hold. There are times when he’s a bit too touch starved, but he still doesn’t ask for touch, feeling a bit too awkward to actually voice his needs. However, he is a bit rough- scales and muscle adding a particular touch to him.
Because of his body-slash-quirk type, his body is rougher than most. His scales prick against your own skin. However, on his underside- stomach, chest, palms, and soles- he is softer. There’s a lighter tint to him, an almost soft green that blends into his rougher exterior. He isn’t one to show his soft bits to anyone, and often tries to hide it with layers of clothing, and deep into the relationship, he finally removes his layers, and shows you his body. It’s incredibly soft- much softer than you could ever expect. It has a certain squish to it when you press on his stomach, and it’s reminiscent of your own body. Your hands move over his chest, pressed softly where his heart would be and you can feel the heavy thumping of it beat against your palm. He refuses to look at you during this moment, already holding his shirt in such a tight grip that you fear he’s worn the elasticity on the fabric.
With his chest being soft, it’s one of the few places where you can actively rest on him without feeling the ridges of his scales bump under the cotton of his shirt. It’s a heavy weight on him, something that chokes him and proves to be comforting the moment that you roll off of him, or even simply move. You’re much warmer than anything else he’s ever touched, and he likes that feeling. If you aren’t laying on his chest, he finds himself subconsciously rubbing his hand over his chest, cupping over the swell of his breast where you would rest your hand. With you, he can fall asleep easily- you make him feel warm, the type where you’ve gotten clothes out of the dryer and you rest under a pile of blankets, cocooned and safe for just a brief moment where your body lays heavy from the world.
Due to him having scales and not being one to generally practice self-care on himself, he often- albeit reluctantly- allows you to rub cream over his body. You get particularly touchy when he grows close to molting- running your hands over him in slow, circular motions and stopping inches before you can curve your hands over his torso. It feels as if he’s being edged in the worst way possible- his breath held, and eyes focused too closely on the cracks in the wall, and acutely aware of how your hands feel. He can feel every touch from you- the way that you run a finger down a peculiarly deep scar that is smooth under your touch. Or even the way that when you finally do get his chest, how you press your palms to his chest, and he wonders if you’ve noticed that he’s stopped breathing.
Unsurprisingly, he loves the attention that you give to him. While he’d never say it out loud, he never wants you to leave him without your touch. He’s much more of an action type of person, holding onto your wrists and looking down when you try to peel your hands away from him. Shuichi isn’t sure if it’s the years of solitude or the fact that he’s so helpless around you, that makes him so needful to your touch. The first time you touched his bare chest he let out a soundful gasp, and wouldn’t speak for the remainder of the time. And still, he remains speechless to your touch. He still feels his body grow tense and heart beat against his ribcage. He can feel your hand- every soft brush of it, the soft tapping of your pinky tapping alongside his pectoral, the way that your nails scratch lightly under his chest. It’s all so bare to him, and he holds your hand to him, not wanting you to move away until he’s had his fill.
NSFW:
You always seem to focus on his chest when things are growing feverish between the two of you. Your hands cup at his face, threading to his hair and tugging near the scalp as you push yourself closer to him. Slowly, your hands will come down, curving over his chest, running your thumbs in arches where his nipples pebble under your touch. Shuichi isn’t sure if he’s sensitive due to being so new at these types of experiences- even pleasuring himself, he was never one to touch his chest so he’s incredibly new to all these touches. He pants and whines under you, breaking the kiss and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. It’s low pitched, his snout running along your neck, humping against your body as his hands claw into your sides as your pinch at his nipples.
When you go down on him, there’s a hand that holds on his thigh or cups over his package, nuzzling your face into his crotch, drunk on him and his scent. With his head tilted back, he fails to feel your other hand ghost upwards his chest, reaching past his abdomen tickling the soft, supple skin that squishes under your touch. His breathing is ragged, wheezing almost, as he feels his high approaching. When your hands pinch at his nipple, twisting the hardening bud, he sucks in a sharp breath, letting out a lewd moan. A hand cups your own hand, keeping it there even when you try to move onto the other neglected nipple. He’s whining, humping into your wet mouth and begging under his breath, as you continue to play with his abused nipple.
He absolutely loves when you kiss him, taking the initiative to touch him and come close to him, pressing your self flushed against him where he can only gasp and lay under you. As your lips are busy, his mind foggy and thick with arousal, he can hardly notice when you break the kiss, pecking down his body, your tongue soft and scratched by his scales. You know better by now than to try to leave any type of bites or marks on him- the most that it’ll ever do is leave the softer side of him puffed. He’s panting, feeling how you whine and buck into him, and then your lips are on his chest.
It’s in this moment that he looks down at you, and you look up at him with wide, doe eyes, your mouth giving an open kiss to his nipples. He’s over the moon, whining and bucking, trying to murmur any sort of sentence for you to be gentle only to interrupt himself with a moan when you let your teeth nip at the mound, immediately feeling the swell of the abuse and giving a light kiss at it in order to soothe him. He forces himself to look at you, to keep his eyes trained as you mouth at his chest, kissing and squeezing him. It’s attention that he never got and he’s wrecked with your touch, with how you give him such careful attention, how you let one of his breasts be played with a hand, and the other to be kissed and lightly suckled by your mouth. It’s enough for him to stain his pants, shaking and chirping under his breath.
Even though he enjoys the attention to his chest, it can still be too much for him to ask you to do such a thing. He really should be giving you pleasure, but he adores your attention, adores how you kiss at him and knows how to make him squirm. You know just how to take care of him, and he hates to ask you, but he wants you to focus on his chest. He always feels awkward about it, insecure in a way to ask you to do something so specific that isn’t the usual thing, that this new thing feels almost taboo on his tongue when he asks. He gestures to his gesture, grabs at your hand and looks at you with a pout. He can’t bring himself to ask you to do something like that to him. Shuichi loves your attention, getting drunk off of it until his mind is a swirl of incoherent thoughts. Getting overstimulated just by chest play always feels so foreign that it makes him cream himself as you grind against him.
Request: I’m not sure if I ever sent this one in so forgive me if it’s a repeat! Can I request comfort with Jin or Shuichi where the reader finally confesses their feelings and kisses them, only to misunderstand their stunned silence as rejection? They start apologizing and crying because they’re embarrassed and think they were rejected based on their looks
A/N: I think I remember getting one but maybe I’m confusing it with another thing. I’m like super forgetful, sorry!!
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Jin Bubaigawara:
Jin has never been one to expect for others to fall for him. He’s always been told he’s had a mean look- a strong brow bone, a sharp jaw, and eyes that were half-lidded and a scar that stitched him together. And that’s only mentioning his appearance, and not taking into account of his personality, something that he can’t control, that he can never get a hang of no matter all the years and supposed self-healing that he’s tried to put himself through. It’s not taking into account just how clingy and emotional he is- how quickly he falls for another person that it causes fear and discomfort to squirm inside the other. He was fine having a simple crush on another, twisting the feelings into something perverse so he wouldn’t grow attached, so he could not care.
But then, you kiss him. A peck through his mask, on the corner of his lips, and he’s silent; and it must look terrifying to you. A silent man, with eyes shrouded by a mask, expression unreadable, as he stares at you. He can’t breathe. It’s never been so difficult except for the first few times where he had to calm him, where he had to reassure that no one could see him and that the mask was keeping him together far better than anything else could. But he’s quiet. Uncomfortably so, and time should be passing just as it always does- tick, tock- and yet, he isn’t sure if it’s still even continuing, perpetually stuck on the tick, as he focuses on the pressure where you kissed him, how he can feel the chapstick that clings to the fabric, how he can smell the mint.
It’s been a long time since he’s kissed someone. It’s been longer since anyone has kissed him in a way that wasn’t clouded by lust. It takes a moment for him to hear your voice. An echo in the distance, until he hears the soft sob- the hiccup that tears through your words and the scared look in your eyes. Your face is flushed- heavily so- the tip of your nose a dark color, and your eyes shine. They meet his for a second, for less than a second, even, because you look down, away from him and take a step back. You’re apologizing, your hands curling in and around your body, desperate to keep yourself together and he still can’t bring himself to say something. He can’t reassure you except to just stand there, mint on his mask, and sweat slick on his forehead.
You’re telling him that you hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable. You simply want to kiss him- to just confess to him and you did, and you’re so sorry that you ever did. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You’re crying, tears spilling over and staining your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembles, and it’s getting difficult to say a cohesive sentence. And he blurts out a sentence quickly, his hands lifting in front of him, and wraps his hands around your wrists, slowly and harshly sliding them up to wrap around your hands.
Silence falls between the two of you, and it’s only ruined by your desperate attempt to quiet your cries into whimpers. He hadn’t meant to make you cry. He was shocked. Stunned into silence where his brain had to reboot to understand that you kissed him. He lowers his hands along with yours, his calloused hand sliding against your palm, and dragging to the tips of your fingers, until he holds lightly onto you. He likes you too- much more than you could ever expect. Much more than he could fathom. You’re nice to him, letting him ramble to you, letting him rest his head on your shoulder despite him being much bigger than you, and he didn’t mean to make you sad. He just didn’t expect that you would make the first move. Jin can’t kiss you without the mask, still needing it to hold him together, but when he lowers himself, his breath and making his face hot, your hands curve against his face, and he can feel the pressure of your lips against the place where you kissed and he lets out a shuddering, long exhale, tilting his face to feel the weight of you for just a little bit longer.
Shuichi Iguchi:
Despite being a recluse as he grew, he’s had people he’s liked before. It was always a crush, a strong admiration where he talked to another person or heard about what they were doing and his heart would skip a beat. And he’d entertained himself that perhaps, they could like him too, that they enjoyed talking to him too. As much as he did with them. But it was never the case, and that hurt Shuichi in a way that made him bitter and desperate for admiration. You hold his hand, wrapping your much softer one around his hardened scales that are beginning to peel, and you kiss the tip of his snout, close to his lips but not quite there. It’s a warmth he’s unfamiliar with, something that’s too hot and uncomfortable for him, something that makes his body run cold and teeth nip at the soft insides of his cheeks.
He should say something. He knows he should. The silence between the two of you shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t last this long. Especially not after you’ve kissed him. Not after you told him that you liked him in a way that he could only dream of. The silence shouldn’t last this long. He needs to say something. Now. Anything. Something. Something that would be nice to hear. Something that he knows he would’ve loved to hear if the roles were reversed. You’ve only just kissed the tip of his snout, and it was a fleeting kiss. A peck. One where he can still your lips tickle his scales, where he can feel the soft press and feel your hand around his. His mouth is parted, eyes wide and doe-like, and he’s frozen into place. He can fight, hold his own and thrash and bleed, and yet, the simple act of a peck is what has reduced him to nothing more than a breathing statue.
You say his name and there’s fear in your voice and that is what gets him to respond, to jerk back into life. There are tears in your eyes, spilling over your flushed cheeks. Your name is breathed into life. You’re crying because of him. Or because of the situation, but he’s the one who’s put into this awkward spot. You hold yourself together, and you’re apologizing to him, looking down in shame and he wonders what you think of him at this moment. He wonders if you’re selfish enough to think about yourself right now- to berate and comfort yourself all at once, all while you cry in front of someone who’ve you confessed to and all that they can do is stand there, watching you and being unable to say anything, and yet, that silence must be deafening and horrid to hear. His tongue wets the front of his teeth, and takes a short breath. Your name is soft on his tongue, filling his mouth with honey. It’s something whispered under his breath that starts with a shuddering breath and ends without breath. And finally, you stop talking, you stop apologizing and look up at him with fear and embarrassment in your eyes, with rejection and sadness that spills over and wets your face.
Reality rushes to him, leaving him cold and empty, and you’re in front of him, trying to wipe your tears with the back of your hand and sniffling as you do so. Maybe if he had a better upbringing, maybe if he didn’t hate himself so much, maybe if he thought that he had a chance with you, then he wouldn’t have made you cry. Maybe he could have offered something to you. Maybe he could have told you that you were pretty. He could’ve been the one to make the first move. To hold your hands like you did with his, pulling you close to him and kissing the tip of your nose as you stood in front of him with a smile beaming across your face, holding him close to you. That’s what he wants- what he wanted. And because he couldn’t push himself, you took that step, and now he’s made you cry and made you believe that he doesn’t like you in the same way that you like him.
Reaching towards you, his hands wrap around yours, and the apple in his throat bobs. His head dips and it’s a tense motion, one that has his heart beating against his ribs and stomach twisting into knots even if he knows the outcome. The tip of his snout brushes along your nose, and your eyes are shining, wide and teary eyed, and he can feel your breath against his. He stops himself before he can go any further and hides his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the soft space, feeling how your heart quickens and rushes. The hold on your hand is tight, enough to fear that he’ll break it, but he’s shaking, apologizing close to your ear and telling you that he likes you too. Shuichi pulls away, and he has the intertwined hands close to him, as if to pull you close to him, and he’s too new to kissing, too new to all of this to properly kiss you, and he wants to kiss you with his eyes closed and hands on you, but for now, he kisses your temple, and gives you an apology for making you cry while he holds your hand.
@incorrect-league-of-villains This is how I imagine spinner being recruited for the league…. After committing grand theft auto and saying fuck the police!
