#- evens' freaking... Again and again I WILL continue to compliment this I LOVE how you write evens. Professionalism 🥺 murderer 🥺

[mirathescientist]

pairings: bigboy!ony x reader

warnings: smut18+, twt link, shitty writing

a/n: i haven't been on here in so long, let alone written anything. work, life, and school has consumed my entire being, so i apologize that this shit isnt anywhere near what my usual writing is. but i do miss writing, and i do miss being a freak so here you go

Bigboy!Ony is such a motherfuckin talker when he's in that shit.

he'll have you bent over on the bed feedin you slow deep strokes as he admired the way you responded to him in the mirror. “you still with me, ma?” he'll smirk down at you. there was no use hiding how good you felt as you mumbled out barely coherent reassurances, pulling your hips up just slightly to alleviate the intense amount of pleasure. “yeah?” his hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you back “don't run from me, baby.” he'd shake his head slowly “you love me, right? youn run from things you love ma”

you were sure you could cum just off his voice alone. that smooth, tantalizing rich tone making your toes curl the moment it reached your eardrums. ugh lets not even get started on when he falls in love all over again. he'll just be mumbling to himself as he pushed some hair out of your face “fuck my baby so pretty” he'll groan and as if the compliments weren't making your knees weak he'd make you repeat it. “say it back ma, tell me you're pretty” oh, just how his words make the moment so much more intimate.

just when you think he's done he'll pull out and immediately start munchin. your hand instantly reaching behind you to push him back but that doesn't stop him. instead, youll hear him mumble protest into your pussy before he lifts his head up “just lemme eat ma. all you gotta do is breathe nd imma handle the rest” he'll reach for your hand like the loving boyfriend he is and continue to munch.

[no1blacksapphirefan]

For the self aware au- Have you ever written something about the sort of 'discovery' stage of the cookies being self aware? Like, if the cookies did accidentally 'break character' but instead of reader freaking out and deleting the game they become fascinated by it and start trying to get them to do it again? Curious and trying to figure out if it was a bug or glitch or some hacker, but not really bothered by it?

If you haven't written something like this and chose to use this as a prompt I'd love if you'd involve Capsaicin or Burning Spice if you feel like it! love the spicey boys,,,

I like your words weather boy. I hope I understood your request

Capsaicin (May be OOC) Oopsie!! He didn't mean too, he just got really excited seeing you. Perhaps you were wearing a new outfit, how could he not compliment you about the colour? Prune Juice had quickly jabbed him in the chest because of his slip up. And seeing you take notice...oh no, this isn't good right?...

But you didn't seem to be scared, your eyes sparkle with curiosity, he couldn't tell what you were doing at first, but when he realised you wanted to see him talk to you directly again? Oh he's more than happy too, he's quick to compliment you again, perhaps it's your eyes this time, your smile. He gets so giddy when he sees you not mind at all. And cookies said you'd be freaked out.

Burning Spice The words just left him, he didn't think about when he said it. He just didn't expect you to cry out in joy when he did the finishing blow on the other team in Arena...I mean, sure he was the only one with a bit of HP left, but god did that praise boost his ego, he couldn't help but thank you directly...with your name.

Look, look. He can't always just sit around and listen to you speak without talking to you, especially when you seem to talk to him casually as if you already knew...you won't delete the game right? Witches is he happy to see you become a giggling mess as you try and get him to speak again...hey stop poking him, he'll talk to you but-- you're still poking him??

Black Sapphire Like Shadow Milk, he doesn't think too much about his words and if they break the "4th wall" because to you, it was probably just in character, besides. One of his lines already did that anyways. What he didn't expect was, for you to actually believe it...like it wasn't just some code.

Is this a bad thing? He feels like this is a bad thing, maybe he shouldn't have talked his mind as often as he did in the kingdom and-- OH! You like it?? Heh, well if you enjoy it so much, he'll continue as he has done before. He'll just...ignore the stares Pure Vanilla is giving him. Hey! You like it, even if you seem to think it's real...he'll just argue that you found out through one of his already made voicelines.

Shadow Milk He's so happy when you notice, he always wanted you too y'know. He hated not being able to talk to you and besides, once he comes out of your device, he doesn't want to freak you out!! It's better if you knew, that's what he told other cookies but he always got shunned as the others worried it would freak you out too much.

He can't wait to rub it into other cookies faces. See!! You didn't care, you love it! Now he can talk your ear off, c'mon. Join him for dinner. Bring your food and he'll bring his. You might not be able to share a table but hey, you're eating together. He's quick to "confirm" your suspicion.

Pure Vanilla He didn't mean to let it slip! You were coming back with food to continue playing, and he couldn't help but call out in alarm to you, wanting to see if you were okay. Your pain (if you had any) disappeared and you just looked in amazement at him. Uh oh...

Unlike the others who were quick to just accept the fact you knew. Didn't even try to hide it or cover it up with a lie like, it was merely a bug. He's quick to try and continue the charade. It's not that he doesn't want to speak with you more personally, but he wonders if you'll still play when you do find out they all know. Even if it seems like you love it so. He might give in to speak again to you if he sees you desperately wanting to hear him again, he wants to see you happy

[s1m0nth3swag]

Francis Mosses x GN!Reader

AUTHORS NOTE; Haven't written in a while, but thanks to Arlo, a friend (Hi Arlo, I know you're reading this), Inspiration about Francis Mosses struck (he bought me That's not my neighbor and then continued to freak out about Francis with me) so I wrote this. I have so many thoughts about Francis, so... tell me if you want more because i will deliver ngl. Enjoy (or don't, I don't dictate your feelings)

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with little to no plot, Submissive Francis, a little non-consensual at the start (but not in a super weird way, imo?), Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, tried to write as GN as possible with the compliments and thoughts about Readers appearance), not proofread nor have I thought about this much, more a drabble than an actual thoughtful story (not apologising because I had such a long break from writing anything and obviously it's gonna suck a little when I come back)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

The first time Francis had realised that he hadn't gotten any touch from another human being was when someone brushed up against him on his way home from work. He had felt like a creep afterwards because he hadn't stopped thinking about what could've happened if the person hadn't moved away and had just stayed pressed against him. That was a week before you started your job as a doorman.

The second time Francis had noticed was when a friend of his had spoken to him on the phone, talking about his new girlfriend. Said friend gave too much intel on their sex life. Francis had wondered if he could have someone the way his friend explained - he quickly brushed the thought off. That was two days before you started working as a doorman.

The third time, he noticed when you had smiled at him. It was your first day, and he was tired from work. You had repeated his name after reading it off of his ID, and he had looked at you for the first time since his eyes kept falling closed, and you smiled so brightly. You had told him his name was nice, and you said it again. Francis swore that the way his name rolled off your tongue was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Not even an angel could sound more wonderful. Suddenly, he was a lot more energised. Totally not thanks to the fact that he had immediately grown hard the second he had seen your smile. He had gone to his apartment that night and had jerked off for the first time in probably months. He had always been too tired to previously, but now he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd sound moaning his name. Maybe you were more of a groaner, or you'd whimper and whine. He came as he imagined how you'd look sucking his dick.

Since then, Francis has always looked forward to entry checks. What had normally kept him away from his bed and a good night's sleep was now the best experience of his day. He loved the way you spoke to him even though he was too nervous to respond. Sometimes, he deliberately didn't show his ID at first, just so you'd ask about it, and he could listen to you talk a little more. He felt guilty about it. He knew you had never agreed to feed into this weird little obsession of his. It was awful of him to do this - have you talk to him enough to give him more scenarios to think about that night.

A few weeks after all this had started, Francis had built up the courage to finally ask you out. Just something simple, dinner at his place. He had to cook for himself all the time. Cooking for you as well wouldn't be too different, right?

Francis was wrong. He was anxious that the food wouldn't taste good and kept tasting it just so he could make sure it hadn't mysteriously switched tastes in the last 20 seconds. When you knocked on his door, he took a minute to make sure he didn't look like a mess - though you wouldn't mind either way since he always looked like a mess when he came through during your shifts.

You looked so good when he opened the door. Your hair fell perfectly, your lips looked a little too kissable, and Francis had to stop his train of thought just so he wouldn't embarrass himself by having yet another boner caused by just the way you looked. You were a little shorter than him, smiling up as he let you inside.

"You look good." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He seriously had to lay off thinking like a high-schooler. His nervousness and awkwardness were getting really annoying - to him, at least. You grinned, chuckling softly as you took off your shoes. "Thank you. You do as well." His heart for sure burst at that - he knew something else would burst as well if he didn't stop thinking right this second.

Throughout the evening, ignoring his thoughts came easier and easier. The two of you had eaten, you had told him he was a good cook, he had almost excused himself to the bathroom because of it. Now you were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking casually.

"You know, when you first walked through, I swore I would die." You giggled, looking at him with a mischievous look. Francis was confused by that statement. "How come?" He asked, tilting his head at you in question. "I was sure you were a doppelganger. You looked too handsome to be real." You cheekily answered, cheeks slightly flushed as you downed your wine. Francis blushed heavily, looked away from you, and thought about your words for a moment. The silence was loud as he wondered what to answer. "..you think I'm handsome?" He questioned while looking at the floor. If he had looked at you, he'd have seen the way you stared at him, your own cheeks coloured a deep red. "Extremely." You muttered. It took him a minute before he could look at you, but when he did, his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.

When you reciprocated, Francis groaned and pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He was just a tiny bit embarrassed when you gasped and felt his dick press against you. In all honesty, he had held back the entire night, and he was allowed a little selfishness. "Sorry. Can't help it." He muttered between kisses. You just grinned against his lips before grinding against him. A whimper fell from his lips - that was the moment he was actually embarrassed. "That's cute.." You had mumbled, a cheeky grin on your face as you started placing kisses against his jaw and neck. One of your hands trailed down his body to rest right over his crotch, Francis unconsciously bucked his hips up against your hand, whining. He didn't notice anything else as you caught the skin of his neck with your teeth carefully, leaving the softest bite mark on him. He shuddered at the feeling and gasped before realising that you had meanwhile unzipped his pants. A groan slipped from his lips as you ran a finger over his dick, still hidden from sight by his boxers, but god knows he would cum the second you'd touch it without. "Is this okay?" You asked him, and he nodded faster than he even knew he could. "Yes. God, yes. Please, please continue.." he muttered, his breathing heavy as he watched you slide off his lap, settling in front of him and between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight, and he let out a heavy sigh. Minutes later, his pants and boxers were discarded, and the way you looked up at him, his dick so close to your face, made Francis feel the way his orgasm was approaching way too quick. The second you wrapped your hand around him he whined pathetically, bucked up into your hand and knew that he'd definitely cum too soon. Your hand was so soft, cool against his hot flesh, and you worked his dick so good he almost thought you were a professional. He looked down at you through lidded eyes, watched the way you bit your lip, and grinned knowingly. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" You chuckled, and that definitely sealed the deal for Francis. He came, probably ruining his shirt as he dirtied both it and your hand. His heart stopped for a second when you licked your hand while looking up at him. "You didn't give me enough time to taste you properly. Don't look at me like that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You should probably take off your shirt so you can clean it later." You then winked. He swiftly shed the piece of clothing, entranced by your voice and the way you looked. "Sorry, didn't mean to cum that fast.." he mutters, his voice out of breath. "Jus'.. unused to... this.." he added, clearing his throat awkwardly. You laughed and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make you last longer. I'm gonna give you a real reason to be tired tomorrow." You winked.

Francis didn't even mind that he was in for a long night.

Your honour I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

[brights-place]

Hi! It’s me again :3

If request are still open can I request another part of that My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s.

I love angst with all my heart but fluff and Nsfw are close second. And I may have become obsessed when reading it 👁️

[My Inner demons ] Daemos x Reader (seperate)

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DO NTO INTERACT

A/N: Sorry for being late to write this anyways! funfact about me I'm a person who is obssessed with zoology and fantasy... so I wanted to add courting rituals from creatures and connect them to the daemos guys TEEHEE. I’d also like to state if you are a minor and continue reading and Im getting blamed for it I am NOT your babysitter I cannot control what you do

Summary: My inner demons but Nsfw/ smut hc’s and small scenes ideas Plus your lovely writer to rambling

A General headcannon I have is that well daemos are kinda like faes. Faery marriage is about unity of consciousnesses into one being. Full of romance and adventure and passionate love. So obviously they'd do the normal courting before you guys ya know Here's the thing though they are freaky they only thought it was to create heirs but here you were showing them you could do it without having to do procreation and they LOVE it DAEMOS MEN ARE FREAK IN THE SHEETS

Asch Smut Headcannons

- Your not royalty you aren't suppose to be with a prince but god how addicted he is to you - royal or not he loves you even if he's shit at talking to you - It's already known if you TOUCH their horns they all get defensive plus you shouldn't touch your partners horns in public... So UHM IMAGINE THAT

- Literally Is trying to understand how to ya know make you feel nice cause all he know is that it's for procreation and to create a heir - But the way you told him it isn't needed for procreation - he was happy to know you'd show him how to do it but still had his scowl - The moment he tried out he was trying not to show his flustered face as he was heaving -  Asch is favorite part on your body is either your ass or your thighs - He likes being able to grope it and hold your shaking thighs during sex - He whimpers like he’ll bury his face in your neck while holding you in a mating press and whimpers in your ear - Does his best to keep it down when needed absently compliments your body as if talking to himself - Oh how he loves when your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt panting into your neck - Loves when at times you push your fingers into his fisting his cock as you stretched him so well

Rhys Smut Headcannons

- Would you believe me if he's good with his fingers? because he IS - Rhys is a softer dom meaning he is sometimes rough and controlling but he won't hurt you or degrade you... though he does enjoy having power over you - He likes leaving hickeys on less visible spots like your inner thighs, breasts and stomach - He loves your stomach for some reason he enjoys it so much how he can feel himself and see himself inside you - Whenever Rhys sees your body covered in hickeys and love bites while you two are together to study do experiments etc. Rhys would instantly get turned on - He doesn't really have a type but people who are bigger or chubbier and shorter than him interest him more than others but everybody is shorter to daemos - This man when he he's busy would have you on his lap or his thigh riding him/dry humping him

- His favorite position is doggy style obviously though sometimes he loves seeing you sprawled out below him with your tongue out and eyes rolled back in pleasure as he hits that spot inside you every time he thrusts his hips - Would be surprised if you touch his horns when you two are kissing and making out - He doesn't like being sloppy or messy but holy shit when he's stressed you'll be in heaven and also hell because you aren't going to feel anything anymore

Pierce Smut Headcannons

- You like hair pulling? You got it. You like spanking? You also got it. Like choking? Guess what, you got it. He likes being rough but at the same time he's worried he'll hurt you - He likes fucking you doggy style, and choking you from behind the noises you make when he does it drives him wild for some reason - Though he tries not to hurt you...much - man doesn't moan he grunts and if he is close to making a noise he'd bite into your neck -  He enjoys bondage the first time he tried it with you he was quick to use his sord but explained it all to him and was awkward to try it out but gave a small thumbs but

- He is awkward at first but he enjoys how you both seem to find comfort in doing this together trysting eachother though his nails did dig deep into your hips - When he tried it on you enjoyed seeing you in it especially when their tied around your chest the way it makes them stand out more with red rope - WHEN YOU PUT IT ON HIM HE WAS CONFUSED but how he saw you were drooling at how his chest was popping and breaking the rope scared you but heyyyyy you guys now have to make sure to get stronger ones... he may or may not flexed when you asked if he still can move slighty and uhm the rope snapped loudly gave you whiplash - He's big... Very big... - Grip his horns and use them as you wish he’d wince in pleasure

- Of course after care is head pats and small kisses though he is concerned if he hurt you but at the same time he enjoyed how you were sniffling still as he watched your thighs have something drip between them as you panted - of COURSE he doesn't admit nor talk about it but he is majorly into size kink, he keeps thinking about manhandling you with his larger frame as he makes you go up and down on his cock

Leif Smut Headcannons

- He likes to bite, and because of his pointed teeth he will normally leave marks. They heal very quickly but he likes the look of them peppered across your skin. - Leafs favourite position is cowgirl you showed him what it was and he enjoyed the fact of you riding him - Leif drools at how your walls clench and unclench around him - Blood play is a thing for him - He likes seeing the pleasure of your face as you slide down onto him, the first experimental thrust and the moment you feel your orgasm claim you. - He likes to watch you touching yourself, especially from the shadows such a sweet assassin that seems to.. enjoy the way you look and react until you see him - He bites down on your roughly more when you touch his horns when you need to grab on something as he curses in his native tongue - You find out the leif is abit more... possessive during sex if he hasn’t killed anything in awhile bloodlust is soemthing he enjoys - His appetite for blood is huge but heres a thing he loves biting yes flashing his shark like teeth but his favourite part to bite is your tummy whether you're chubby or not he loves how soft it is, how soft you are in general. - Which means he also loves your thighs often laying his head on your thighs or stomach THIS INCLUDES EATING YOU OUT/SUCKING YOU OFF - Man will enjoy overstimulating you leaving marks and grinning like a maniac - Aftercare? whats that when you tell him he grumbled and cuddles you before he goes take care of you in the human way - when he's lazy though? nah just use magic though he enjoys when you kiss his cheek after and his horns too right after which makes him grin again... yeah no your fucked

Noi Smut headcannons

- "Noi is submissive noi is sweet" YEAH SURE BUT AT THE SAME TIME NAH I BET YOU THAT HE'D PAMPER YOU BEFORE AND ASK IF IT'S ALRIGHT BUT RIGHT AFTER HE GETS SO INTO IT THAT YOUR IN BLISS - I don't care if everyone babies him yes he's a good and complex character but OH SHIT HOW HE DOES EVERYTHING CORRECTLY - He'd be stiff at first not getting how to do human courting - Once he gets the hand of it he's kissing you pampering you and teasing your entrance with two of his slender fingers.  - He would finger fuck you slow and would grin at how your face shifts, and when you start making noises he would speed up - Loves how your eyes roll back and drooling Fav position that you showed him? well he loved missionary it's basic but thats the one he learnt first

- He would grab both your legs over his shoulders to start with while he looks at your fucked up face - Fav body parts is probs your man tits/boobs - The fact that they fit just right inside his hands is just perfect to him

- Aftercare he'd do it properly and smile at you happily thanking you for accepting his courting and being with him

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[fowjiyo]

Soulmate AU where words that other people think about you appear on your skin, but over time they disappear. And only the words of the person destined for you remain.

Ivo walked around with bullying and insults all over his body all his life. First in the orphanage from children who considered him strange, not like everyone else, a freak who would never be taken away. Then - at school and university, from classmates to teachers who envied and were surprised by such intelligence and such anger. Sometimes these words were diluted with small compliments, but they were so rare and disappeared so quickly that Robotnik did not even have time to feel a drop of warmth from them.

It got worse in the military. Angry words practically never left the skin, constantly changing. And Ivo hit back, laughing at how primitive they were. He knew that the words of his soulmate were capable of covering the skin from them, but he did not believe that she existed at all.

And then one day, words of admiration appeared on his skin. The Doctor would not pay attention to them, you never know what kind of naive intern read his articles, but there were more of them. At first they appeared once in a while, and then almost every day. Ivo feels dissonance, but continues to ignore them. They will disappear, all this slightly good will go away and will be replaced by dirt again. But one day, the man notices that one of the very first good phrases has not yet disappeared and, intrigued, he decides to more carefully examine his entire body. Until he discovers that most of the skin of his chest and back is covered in words of adoration and love.

And when, after 8 months of loneliness, he returns to earth and hears the words "I knew you would come back, Doctor", and just a second later, on the inside of his shoulder, the phrase "I missed you, Doctor" appears, Robotnik allows himself to smile, thinking out loud "Me too, Stone".

[andiberzatto]

Sweet Girl (Mikey Berzatto Smut!)

Summary: sometimes his girl gets needy when he gets home from working at the beef.

(bigger age gap reader is 23 and Mikey is pushing 40, daddy kink, use of good girl, purely porn due to the sheer thought of Jon Bernthal.)

Mikey comes home from working at the beef, he’s sweaty and smells like restaurant but she’s on him like there’s no tomorrow kisses down his face to his beard nuzzling his neck.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Jesus, you act like you haven’t seen me in ages.” He kisses the top of her head. “I’m all sweaty, woman.”

she hugs him, “missed you Mikeybear”

He groans softly, nuzzling her neck. “I was only gone a few hours.” He kisses her neck gently. “How’s my princess?” He pulls back to look at her, smiling softly. “Did you miss me that much?” He teases.

she hums, “you were gone when I got up this morning…” it was the first night Mikey let her stay over at his place and stay there all day so he could come home to her.

His smile grows wider, amused and touched. "Well, I had to work, baby." He gently taps her nose with his finger. "And now I'm home to my favorite person." He leans in for a proper kiss this time, deep and slow. "Come here..."

He chuckles softly as she moves closer. “That’s my girl.” He kisses her again, pulling her onto his lap. “Did you eat?” His hands start to wander gently over her body, familiar and comforting.

she hums, “yeah”

He nods, kissing her neck softly. “Good girl.” He continues to pepper kisses along her neck and jaw, his hands slowly moving under her shirt. “How was your day, princess?” He murmurs against her skin.

“Good.. I cleaned up a little around here.. the beer bottles were making me agitated I wanted the coffee table clear”

He smiles against her neck, kissing her gently. “You’re such a neat freak.” He pulls back to look at her, admiring the clear coffee table. “It looks nice though.” He leans in to kiss her again. “Thank you for cleaning up.”

“Mmm you’re welcome I know we aren’t…”

He cuts her off with a kiss, his hands moving to cup her face gently. “Don’t finish that sentence.” He murmurs against her lips, his eyes stern but loving. “We might not be traditional, but we’re perfect for each other, you hear me?”

He smiles, pleased with her hum. He stands up, still holding her in his arms. “Let’s get you out of these clothes, hmm?” He carries her towards his bedroom, kissing her neck and shoulders as he walks. “I want to see you in my bed.” He whispers.

she giggles and blushes, “mm yes sir”

He chuckles softly, loving her submissive side. “Fuck, you’re too cute.” He gently lays her down on his bed, starting to undress her slowly. “Arms up, princess.” His voice is gentle but commanding. “I want easy access to my favorite spots.”

His eyes darken with desire as he pulls her shirt off, revealing her perfect breasts. “God, I missed these.” He leans down to kiss them gently before moving lower. “And I missed this.” His fingers trace the edge of her panties before pulling them off slowly.

He smirks at her blush, spreading her legs gently. "Don't get shy now, baby." He blows a soft breath across her wet lips, making her shiver. "You know how much I fucking love this pretty pussy." He slowly runs a finger through her slit.

“You didn’t even notice the panties” she pouts, they were new and cute: pink lace with a little bow on the waistband. “you just took em off without appreciating em”

He chuckles, his finger circling her clit slowly. "Baby, when I see you in those pretty panties, all I can think about is ripping them off and eating you out." He leans down to kiss her pussy.

she nods, “but you didn’t say anything- you.. you normally comment on em” she fumbles through her sentence as Mikey pleasures her.

He slows his movements slightly, looking up at her with a mix of lust and amusement. "Fuck, you want me to compliment your panties while I'm about to eat your pussy?" He smirks. "Baby, they're cute as hell."

she hums, “Mikey”

He cuts her off by diving between her legs, spreading her open with his fingers and licking her slowly from her entrance to her clit. "Fuck, you taste good." He murmurs against her, sucking on her clit gently. "I love you in pink."

“you do don’t you?”

His tongue works faster and more insistently at her clit as he slides two fingers inside her. "Mmm hmm... Daddy loves seeing his good girl in pretty things." He curls his fingers just right, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. "You wanna cum on Daddy's tongue?"

she whines, “y-yes! Yes.. please”

His fingers move faster, pressing against that sensitive spot repeatedly. "God, you're so fucking cute when you beg." He sucks her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it rapidly as his fingers fuck her. "Cum on Daddy's face, princess."

He groans against her pussy as she comes, lapping up her juices and continuing to fuck her with his fingers until she stops shaking. "That's it... Good girl." He slowly pulls his fingers out and kisses her inner thigh softly before standing up.

she whines when he starts to stand up.

He smirks, seeing her whine. "What's wrong, baby?" He unbuckles his belt slowly, teasing her.

“I thought you were leaving the room…” she blushes knowing she sounded needy and pathetic with her panicked whine when he stood up.

He laughs softly, stepping out of his pants and boxers. "I'm not going anywhere." He strokes himself slowly. "I just wanted to fuck my girl." He climbs back onto the bed between her legs.

she hums and kisses over his shoulder sweetly, “s-sorry I panicked…”

He kisses her forehead gently. "It's okay, princess." He rubs his cock against her wet entrance teasingly. "You know I'm not going anywhere." He pushes in slowly until he's fully inside her.

her body relaxes all panic like a reset button when his big fat cock fills her to the brim.

He starts to move slowly, his hands gripping her thighs possessively as he watches her expression soften and lose that anxious look. "There she is... My good girl." He leans down to kiss her softly, his pace picking up slightly as he breaks the kiss with a low groan.

she whines, “feels s’good”

“Baby, you take my dick so well." He hits deep inside her, making her moan softly. He loves how she turns into a needy little thing when he's inside her. "You get all relaxed and sweet when I'm balls deep." He smirks.

she hums and arches lazily.

He watches her lazy movements, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts as he thrusts into her. He loves how she gets all docile and submissive when he fucks her like this. He wraps his arms around her legs, pulling them up over his shoulders to hit deeper. "Shh..."

she gasps when he puts her over his shoulder.

He fucks her slowly and deeply, enjoying the way she whimpers and moans with each thrust. He leans down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, his hands roaming her body possessively. "Daddy's got you, princess."

“daddy daddy daddy” she babbles, cock drunk as his cock fills her in a way that nothing ever can but Mikey.

He smiles softly, knowing she's fallen into that sweet, needy headspace she gets when he calls himself 'Daddy'. He spreads her legs wider and picks up the pace slightly, watching her tits bounce softly with each thrust. "You love when Daddy puts his big dick inside you?"

“Mhmm” she hums and babbles.

"Such a good girl... taking Daddy's big cock so perfectly." He reaches down to rub her clit in slow circles as he fucks her, his other hand gripping her hip tightly. His movements become more controlled and deliberate as he focuses on hitting that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.

He groans seeing her cum again, her pussy clenching around him. He continues to fuck her through her orgasm, his own pleasure building up. "That's it baby... Daddy's gonna cum inside you." He thrusts harder and faster until he finally releases inside her with a loud groan.

He pulls out slowly, his cum leaking out of her already full pussy. He kisses her gently, his hands squeezing her hips. "You're so fucking cute like this... all full of Daddy's cum." He leans down to suck on her clit softly, making her whine.

Mikey climbs back up to her face and kisses over her sweaty body, nuzzling his face and lays with her as they catch their breath.

[thenoellebird]

The Dipper sick fic was so cute and sweet and I loved it 💖💞💖💞💯💯 can we pretty please have a part two 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🥺🥺

PS platonic family bonding and platonic sibling bonding is the best💯💯💯✊✊✊💯💯✊✊💖💖💖 and also your fic are the best and I love reading them so much and I hope you continue to write for a very long time cuz once again I just love reading your fic you are the best in my favorite author💖💯 I hope you have a great day😄😄

*slams head on desk repeatedly*

I feel like I'm dying from being complimented too much <3

*freaking dies from being complimented too much and then pops up as Franken-Ellebird to write you a part two*

SO!

part two you say?

hehehe here you go. Multiple ppl asked for this. Maybe I'll make a part three. We'll see how much ppl like this bit <3

It's a lot longer than part one, and leaves me at a perfect spot to make a part three, if people want to see a third part to this.

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PART TWO

Dipper dozed fitfully for the thirty minutes that Grunkle Stan was gone. He tossed and turned and sweated a bit, hearing himself whimper every few minutes.

But the door finally opened, waking up Dipper fully. Stan walked in and came across the room, sitting down next to the bed.

“Hey buddy,” Stan murmured gently, reaching over to put his hand on Dipper’s head, “how are ya feeling?”

Dipper moaned and leaned into Stan’s comforting touch with a small dry-sob. Stan ran his hand through Dipper’s curls as softly as he could, smiling at the child.

“You’re alright, kiddo. Shh, it’s okay,” Stan whispered, feeling the heated sweat on his nephew’s forehead, his face falling into sadness. The poor kid.

“Gr-Grunkle St…aan?” Dipper whimpered, his voice slurred and slow. Stan sighed, feeling even sadder.

“I’m right here, Dipper. Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t try to get up. Just lay there buddy,” Stan murmured, putting a hand on Dipper’s shoulder to keep him lying down. “How are ya feeling? Do you wanna try something easy on your stomach yet?”

Dipper muttered something incoherent.

“What’s up, kid?” Stan said gently, leaning towards him to hear better.

“I still feel like…like Imma…throw up…” Dipper said slowly, his eyes mostly closed from the fever. He looked utterly miserable. He shivered beneath Stan’s hand, which was still on his shoulder.

“Hey, that’s okay buddy. Remember, we got the bucket over here for ya if you need it, huh?” Stan told him, gently running his hand through Dipper’s curly brown hair.

“Mmm…kay…” Dipper whispered. Stan sighed, knowing he should leave Dipper at least another thirty minutes or an hour or two before giving him anything, just to make sure his stomach was fully calmed down.

“Alright buddy,” Stan replied. “You think you’ll be all good for another thirty minutes? I’ll let you rest.”

Dipper nodded sleepily, the chills still wrecking his body. Stan gently pushed Dipper’s hair off his forehead and kissed his birthmark again as a goodbye.

“See ya in a minute, buddy.”

He walked out of the room, shutting the door.

—XXX—

Stan let Dipper sleep for two hours, checking on him every thirty minutes. Finally, he brought Dipper some ginger ale, sitting beside him and gently shaking him awake.

“Mm?” Dipper murmured, his eyes clearer now. When Stan felt his head, it seemed that his fever had gone down quite a bit.

“Hey, buddy. How are ya?” Stan asked softly, smiling at him. “Your fever’s gone down a bit. And your stomach is probably calm enough for you to start sipping somethin’,” Stan told him, running his hand through Dipper’s hair gently.

Dipper smiled tiredly, looking somewhat confused.

“Come on, sit up,” Stan said, reaching around his nephew to help him get into a sitting position. “You’re okay,” he added when Dipper moaned in discomfort. “Here, let’s try to get something in ya, huh?”

Dipper nodded, opening his eyes more and trying to squint around the room. Stan put his hand over the back of Dipper’s neck, tilting his head back just slightly and lifting the cup of ginger ale to his mouth as gently as he could. Dipper’s hand reached up and tried to grip the cup too. Stan was startled at how small Dipper’s hands seemed.

“Shh…that’s it…just a few small sips, okay? There we go,” Stan murmured gently, tipping the cup slightly to help his nephew take a small drink.

Dipper obeyed Stan to the best of his ability, slowly taking in ginger ale for a moment or two before Stan decided he’d had enough and set the cup on the nightstand, helping Dipper lie back down.

“Alright kiddo. You should rest a little more. Then we’ll see what we can do with more ginger ale and maybe something salty, hm?” Stan told Dipper quietly. Dipper moaned slightly and reached towards Stan, a pleading, frightened expression on his face.

It was clear he wanted Stan to stay and hold his hand.

Stan stared at Dipper’s small hand and drew a deep, long, shuddering breath.

“Oh…” Stan muttered, feeling tears sting in the corners of his eyes. Stan carefully sat down on the edge of Dipper’s bed and gently took the boy’s small hand in his large, rough one. He stared down at their hands, realizing just how small Dipper was.

Toughening him up, huh? He’s just a child. Just because you were roughed up as a kid doesn’t make it right, Stan thought to himself. He gently stroked the bridge of Dipper’s knuckles with his thumb, trying to assure the boy of any comfort he could offer.

Dipper closed his eyes, smiling in his sleep, his weakened hand briefly squeezing his grunkle’s. Stan ducked his head, turning his face away, his vision growing blurry.

Dipper wanted him. Oh damn, Dipper really wanted him there.

Dipper was comforted by him.

Stan’s body heaved in a singular, silent sob. But he stifled his emotions, promising himself he’d cry later where the kid couldn’t see. That didn’t quite matter, however, as Dipper was already fast asleep again, under his fever.

Stan covered his face in his free hand, squeezing Dipper’s small one as his shoulders shook and a small droplet traced its way down his cheek.

—XXX—

Stan didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he was awake. The clock read 6:00AM.

He’d fallen asleep on his bed next to Dipper, and while they were both asleep his revered nephew had nestled in the crook of Stan’s arm, his small hands gripping Stan’s shirt in tight little fists.

Stan smiled at him and noticed that the boy was no longer shivering with fever, instead looking quite peaceful, even if his breathing was slightly irregular.

He didn’t want to, but Stan gently shook Dipper awake with the intent of getting something in the child’s stomach.

“Hey buddy. You wanna sit up and try to get something in that stomach of yours?” Stan asked softly.

Dipper made a soft whining sound and nuzzled his face more firmly into Stan’s side. Stan chucked.

“Come on. Up you get kiddo.” Stan helped him sit up and gently pulled Dipper into his arms, settling the small boy against his shoulder. “Let’s go find you something easy, huh?”

Stan took the young boy to the kitchen and settled him in a chair, which seemed to help him wake up a bit. He followed Stan’s progress around the kitchen as Stan heated some applesauce for him and set a small pack of saltine crackers on the table in front of him.

“Why don’t you try nibbling on one of those? Take it slow. And you can have small sips of ginger ale, okay?”

Stan went about warming the applesauce, and then brought it over to Dipper with a spoon. Dipper glanced at the applesauce and then up at Stan, his tired brown eyes slightly confused.

“It’s for you,” Stan murmured, pushing the warm bowl so it was right in front of him. “Hopefully you’ll like it. Or at least your stomach might.”

Dipper nodded, lifting the spoon to his lips and gently nibbling at the applesauce as though he were scared it would hurt him.

“Don’t worry, kid, it’s just a little bit of applesauce,” Stan chuckled, sitting down across Dipper with a mug of coffee.

Dipper nodded. “I know,” he said thickly, sniffling slightly. “Why are you…so…” Dipper trailed off, looking at Stan quizzically.

Stan glanced to the side and then back at his nephew. “Why am I so what?” he asked, bewildered.

Dipper sighed. “Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked in a soft, timid voice, staring down at his applesauce, his fever-flushed cheeks turning crimson.

Stan chuckled. “I’ve been pretty tough on ya otherwise, haven’t I?” he asked, feeling slightly saddened. Seeing his nephew so small tonight had made him change his mind. Of course, Dipper could still be roughed up a bit to make him tougher. But he needed more than that from his caretaker.

He needed to be built up too.

Stan was almost ashamed that he’d only just realized all this. He reached across the table and gently placed his hand on Dipper’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, kid. When push comes to shove, I care about you and Mabel, and Wendy and Soos more than anybody on the planet,” Stan said. He omitted one person, but that came easily. “I may not act like it. And I sure don’t like saying it–heck, it makes me look like a big ol’ sap, huh? But whether I like saying it or not, it’s the truth.”

And it was the truth. Most of it. Stan couldn’t tell Dipper about Ford. He wasn’t ready for that conversation.

Dipper looked down at the table, clearly unsure of what to make of this. Stan lifted his hand from Dipper’s shoulder and instead tilted his chin upwards a little.

“Hey, now. It’s okay, buddy,” Stan said with a small, weary smile.

“You’ve spent all night caring for me,” Dipper whispered.

And working on the portal. “I’d do it a million times over too,” Stan answered. “If it helped ya feel any better.”

Dipper’s face broke into a small, but genuine smile. He reached for his applesauce.

“Attaboy, Mason,” Stan said without thinking as Dipper took a bite of the applesauce.

Dipper nearly spat it out, but instead quickly swallowed and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, with an expression that reminded Stan starkly of a startled owl.

“H-How’d you know my name is Mason?” he spluttered, his eyes wide and his face flushed again. Stan grimaced nervously.

“I…uh…saw you and Mabel in the hospital just after you were born,” he told Dipper. “And it wasn’t like I was just gonna forget your names.”

Dipper was staring at him with a mixture of surprise and some type of hopefulness on his face. But he didn’t say anything else.

After a minute, Dipper went back to his applesauce. Stan gently touched the back of his hand to the kid’s forehead, discovering that his fever was fully gone.

“There we go,” he murmured with a satisfied sigh. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

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hope u like it! lemme know if y'all want part three.

Peace out!

Part One

[whousestypewriters]

photos of you - grayson hawthorne x reader

pairing: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing [like one word] kissing + flufffffff

a/n: so grayson my pookie wookie is getting a fic hehe! should i write a synopsis at the begining of each fic? idk im too lazy to do it rn lol -also its kinda short so sorry

"grayson!" you shriek when you enter his bedroom.

its plain and simple - like grayson - except nothing like grayson because anyone who's met him knows that grayson hawthorne isn't plain or simple.

he's smart, cunning, always sharply dressed - and man does he look good in a suit. like seriously he's so toned and muscly - which you may or may not know after having snuck out to watch him swim once... or twice... okay you do it all the time - he's like a freaking greek god in the form of a human-

sorry what?

got off track there. oops.

anywayyyy

you storm into grayson's room absolutely livid, pacing back and forth in front of a slightly amused grayson.

"like seriously she was such a bitch!" you say swinging around to face him again. "she actually called me the sloppy immature freak. can you believe it? like seriously that girl wouldn't know hard work if it gave her a high five... in the face... with a chair!"

you spin around again resuming your pacing continuing on before he can say anything.

"and to come at me during work-" your eyes catch onto grayson's open computer. "hey, what's that?"

all but forgetting your rant about the bitchy co-worker of yours, you move over to grayson's desk and plop down into his chair, focusing on the laptop in front of you.

"are these from our date last saturday?" you ask when you feel his presence at your back.

"yeah, i took a few and then had the flower stall vendor take some as well," his rich voice reaches down to your ears.

you flick through the photos your heart melting with each one he took. most are photos of you not paying attention to him and looking around happily at the park you were at. pure happiness shines in your eyes and you lean back into grayson silently thanking him and complimenting him on his work.

"its all you," he whispers as if he read your mind.

you instantly pause when you reach a photo of you both. you're looking at the camera smiling at the kind vendor but grayson. grayson.

he's looking at you like you're his entire world. like he'd willingly give up everything just to see you happy. the pure love, adoration and devotion in his eyes almost brings you to tears.

god you loved him.

"i like this one," you squeak out, still

"why's that?"

"because you can see how much you love me," you smile getting up out of your seat and wrapping your arms around his neck. "you look at me like i'm your world, gray."

"you are," he whispers wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling softly. you love how he lets this, softer, calmer, less rigid side of himself be shown with you. grayson is all sharp edges and cutting looks to the outside world, so it always seems to warm your heart that you get to be apart of this piece of him.

"i love you," you smile sweetly up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. "so much."

"i love you," grayson says quietly. "more than you know."

later on when you've left, grayson makes quick work of emailing the photos off to a printing store, wanting you to have copies as soon as possible and making his favourite photo - the one of you grinning at the camera, or more like the person behind the camera, him - his lockscreen.

he'll never admit it to anyone else but he has always had a photo of you as his lockscreen, always, even from the early stages of your relationship. he had felt like he was keeping a small piece of you with him, a small piece of your happiness that seeps into his cold harsh behaviour when he's working.

so its a habit to save those pictures to the album he has on his phone and computer. its a habit to have the photos printed out and sent to your flat along with a bouquet of flowers.

its a habit to be grinning for hours in his room after you left.

its a habit to go scrolling through the albums and albums of photos he has of you. because honestly? out of all the places grayson has been, all the different photos and emotions he's caught on camera, out of all them,

photos of you are his favourite.

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a/n pt2: lol i think it kinda deteriorated at the end there.

[hey-august]

Buggy detaching his head to get a better look is so good. Reader insert watching Buggy detach his cock and fuck himself with it while they watch is also so fucking good.

You wanna see how he does it. Maybe you’re not secure in your pegging or assfucking abilities yet, maybe you just want to see what feels the best for him, maybe seeing your clown burrowing his face in his pillow face down, ass up just really fucking gets you going. Whatever the case, I’d be a happy little voyeur for sure. Maybe you’d even get in on the action a bit and literally grab him by the balls just to set the tempo a little, hear him gasp when you go a little deeper but slower and watch his toes curl.

Bet Buggy has a love hate relationship with this stuff at first, his powers can be so fucking sexy, but in his mind there’s something slightly pathetic about using them on himself like this…. But he’s a showman at heart, so it doesn’t take long for you to get those sweet whimpers out of him when you tilt your wrist juuuuust so and to groan into the pillow when you pull him out of himself completely, just to admire how a string of precum connects to his loosened hole as it clenches around nothing.

He can’t deny it, you being so into it gets him bashful…. But also it gets him going… the shame makes him want to crawl in a hole…. And his cock harder than anything… And if that wasn’t enough, then that hungry, mesmerized look you give him after he came and he can feel himself drip out of himself…. Well if anything could convince him to try this again it would be THAT.

This was shorter at first but I have a mighty need right now. Uh. Something something a clowns speciality are cream pies after all. *rimshot*

Listen. Listen, anon, I don't even know where to start, how to follow, what to say, what to feel—

Like what can I do after you dROP THIS WHOLE ENTIRE MEAL?? IT'S DELICIOUS. IMPECCABLE.

And there is SO MUCH to unpack and explore here. Let's talk about some:

It's pathetic using his powers like this? Sir, yes it is. It actually isn't, but it is. Buggy detaching his dick and fucking himself silly is the kind of thing that happens when the horny thoughts drown out everything rational. The kind of thing where post-nut clarity hits TOO HARD. But not hard enough, because you know this guy has done it more than once.

They way he can fully indulge in making himself feel good is one thing, but to show other people? To show you? To let you see what kind of pervert freak he actually is? Why…why is that a turn on? Fuck. Has he always been this tight?

Okay, let's add more to the perversion. Just imagine his dick (no ball attachment this time) sliding in. Like, all of it. Gone. Hell, maybe it even took a few tries to get it all in and stay in. Now it's hidden deep in his body and leaving him so full that there isn't any more space for the embarrassment. Maybe just a little bit of pride when you coo and tell him what a good job he just did. Pride that does actually melt back into embarrassment when you ask him to push it back out. Buggy does it anyways, whimpering, shaking, while you continue pour compliment after compliment on him.

"just to admire how a string of precum connects to his loosened hole as it clenches around nothing." EXCUSE YOU, I NEED A COLD SHOWER

That's delightful for so many reasons. Buggy has been stretched out by his own dick. That's kinda fucked up, right? That's what he thinks, but damn, it is wonderful. It's wonderful to work him up to that - to use Buggy and fuck him until it feels like he was made for that purpose.

AAHHHHHHH.

Now, tell me. Did you end this with cream pies and rimshot on purpose? Like, on purpose on purpose?

Because

BECAUSE.

As tired and exhausted as he is, Buggy decides not to use what little strength he could muster to turn down your next request.

Honestly, his head is still fuzzy. Buggy's still stuck in that space where he just wants to be used and played with.

So when you ask him to clean up, Buggy is more than willing to let you detach his head and hold it oh so gently while licks and sucks his tender hole clean.

Has Buggy tasted his jizz before? Yes. Many times.

Has Buggy eaten ass? Yes.

His own ass? Well, yeah. He'll reluctantly admit to a little lick. Only because he was curious.

Has he ever slurped his own cum out of his gaping asshole? Now he has.

Meanwhile, you get to enjoy the pathetic little whimpers that escape in between the absolutely filthy wet noises he's making.

You enjoy how he's leaving his face paint all over his own ass cheeks.

You can scratch his scalp and press soft little kisses to the crown of his head, feeling Buggy's needy moans reverberate in your own skull.

You can stroke his dick, which is trying so damn hard to get fully erect and earn another fucking. But the poor thing is tired. It twitches and leaks whatever is left to release, giving up on another climax.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe…maybe the next day, actually. Looking at your worn out clown who has literally fallen apart before you, you decide that he deserves a break. And some sweet sweet cuddles.

[jackactuallywrites]

All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving Part 22

Summary: Night out with Ghost and his mates!

Notes: Yes I know it took forever and it’s very mid pls forgive me my loves x

Word count: 2,871

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What the fuck were you supposed to wear on a night out with Ghost’s mates?

Almost the entire contents of your wardrobe were on the floor, with the pile of rejects growing larger by the second. It had been too long since you’d had to dress up to meet a man’s family. At least this time, it was easier; his family were his squaddie friends, which was a lot less daunting than meeting the parents, a last hurrah before they were deployed again. It didn’t make finding an outfit any easier, though. In fact, it was harder. With parents, you’d dress conservatively, like you didn’t slut up for the weekends, and act like you were a bright, professional young woman. You wanted Simon’s mates not to think you were a premature grandma. There must be a middle ground somewhere between slut and grandmother.

Ah, fuck it. If they had a problem with you dressing up, Ghost would have to put them in their place. You liked your short, skimpy dresses; they were comfy, and a dress meant you didn’t have to put as much effort in everywhere else; your tits were their own accessory. Sod bandage dresses being ‘out of style’, you liked that they squashed you tightly enough to force your body into an hourglass shape, even if you did have to babysit the hem all night. Bright red, fuck it, you were going all in, with a red lip too, and sky-high black heels, no trainers for you tonight! Your phone pinged as you were scowling at your eyeliner in the mirror, trying and failing to get the wing sharp enough. If you kept making them thicker every time you ‘evened them out’, you’d end up looking like a panda.

‘Ghost: Are you ready? Heading out from barracks now. :-)’

You could feel your heart beating in your stomach. Should you have gotten a proper dinner before going out drinking? Probably. But you could always just get a kebab later; there was no doubt the lads would.

‘You: Will be ready when you get here!’

After a quick google to see how far away the barracks were, giving you an estimate of how long you had until Simon showed up. You could fit a little panic attack in that time. You’d have to be quick about it, though, so you ran through the fears in your mind.

Fear 1: his friends wouldn’t like you.

Well, off the bat, that made no difference. Ghost seemed to need you like he needed water.

Fear 2: everyone would hate your outfit.

Again, pointless. Ghost and his mates had already seen you slutted out in town before.

Fear 3: you’d make a tit of yourself.

Hadn’t you been doing that since the very start of your relationship?

Fact-checking really did have a way of calming you down, even if you were loathe to admit that to your therapist. With the allotted time to freak out over, you took a quick outfit selfie to send to the girly group chat for a bit of motivation.

‘Helen: A man cannot possibly deserve this outfit. LET ME HIT x’

It wasn’t like it was particularly hard for you to get such a compliment from Helen, but it still bolstered your confidence. You were hot. Scratch that; you were gorgeous, sirenly, able to lure an entire armada onto the rocks if you so chose.

All you needed to do now was avoid getting any cat hair on your dress. Easier said than done, given that the pair of them had seemingly managed to get a thin layer of fur on every single thing you owned. Soap was still yowling his distress outside your bedroom door, having been banished after he’d headbutted your mascara while you were in the process of doing your lashes. Damn cat. You could see his little paws swiping under the door, claws raking at the carpet.

“Soap! Fuck off! Quit scratching the carpet!”

Of course, he didn’t stop, continuing to yowl the song of his people as he lifted up the edge of carpet with his claws. You tidied away all your makeup and stuffed it in your drawer before you went to open the door, not taking a single chance with the furry little heathen.

The very second the door creaked open, Soap shoved himself through, winding around your ankles, his throaty yowls back to a regular cat meow.

“Christ alive, Soap, I was literally in my room.”

He chirped, his tail curling around your calf. Clearly, he took after his father, clingy bastard. Your phone buzzed again.

‘Ghost: Can the lads come see Soap and Roach? :-)’

Fuck. You hadn’t planned on that. You still had half a dozen knickers spread out over your bed from where you were picking the most appealing ones for Simon to take off with his teeth. You nudged Soap into the living room with your foot, closing the door behind you. They wouldn’t go in your room, right? If Come Dine with Me was anything to go by, they’d go through every single drawer in your house specifically to find things to make fun of you.

At least the place was fairly clean from when you’d done a panic tidy earlier today. Ugh, you couldn’t be bothered to panic that much.

‘You: Sure!’

In the time it took for you to decide on a pair of heels, they were already knocking on your door, the orderly rapping of a soldier instantly recognisable to you now. Soap was at the door already, ready to greet intruders into his home, whereas Roach was.. somewhere. You nudged Soap out the way as you opened the door, given only a second to get a brief glimpse of the men in your doorway before Simon yanked you into a bear hug, crushing you against his chest, and the warm fabric of his dark jumper. Did he own any other clothes? You didn’t need to see the men behind him to smell them, the clouds of cologne practically forming a thick, choking fog. At least Simon smelled nice, familiar and comforting. He wrapped an arm around your waist to lift you up and place you to the side, his hand dropping to your arse for a quick squeeze before it moved to your lower back. With his other hand, he gestured to the men loitering, “Baz, Kingy, Derry, Gaz, Price, and James.”

You felt as though you had a vague memory of Baz; wasn’t he there when Helen was puking in the gutter? Price and Gaz you knew— though again, the circumstances hadn’t been great. The other men were a mystery to you, all a generic mix of men, the type you’d avoid on the train after a football match. Regardless, you gave them a polite smile, and gestured to Soap, who was currently wrapping himself around Simon’s ankle, purring as loud as a helicopter, “Right, so that’s Soap, and Roach will come out the second he realises Si is here.”

Gaz crouched down to greet Soap, who seemed more than happy to trot over for fuss, and, as expected, Roach came slinking out from under the sofa. You were pretty sure he’d dug himself a little nest under there somewhere. Ghost let go of you to scoop up the little creature, pressing kisses to his fluffy cheek, “Alright Roach lad? Taking care of the missus for us?”

Kingy smiled, reaching out to stroke Roach’s head, “Does look a bit like Roach, doesn’t he?”

There was a vague murmur of agreement, and you felt a little left out for never having known the soldier. You assumed he was dead, what with him not being around, so it wasn’t like you could start asking questions, but occasionally it itched in the back of your mind.

Ghost dropped Roach back to the floor, “Right, you’ve met the boys, now get your mucky selves out the missus’ flat. Only soldier allowed here is yours truly.” He winked at your rolled eyes, and the men trooped back out into the hall, though unfortunately not taking the stink of cologne with them.

“You got everything?” Ghost asked, and you grabbed your purse, giving it a quick pat down, “Phone, purse, keys. Grand.”

“Off we go then.”

About an hour later, you were sandwiched between Ghost and Gaz, the latter of which was quickly becoming your favourite of his friends. The man had a quick wit and a painfully charming smile, managing to get several digs in at the other lads before they clocked on. It probably helped that he was slow on the beer while almost every other bloke was practically drowning themselves in cheap shots, including your own Simon. Thankfully, he wasn’t an obnoxious drunk, nor an aggressive one, though he did lean on the side of overly affectionate, his arm always around you, constantly falling over himself to get you drinks and snacks, a dog at your command.

“Got him well trained, you have.” Gaz gestured at Ghost as he trotted over to the bar to get you another water, you carefully balancing alcohol with hydration. With Ghost out of earshot, you turned to Gaz, “Is he normally like this?”

Gaz snorted, “No. He’s usually terrifying.” He gestured at Price, who was nursing a whiskey in the corner, watching the others, “More like him. Yet even more brooding and mysterious.”

“He never!”

Gaz nodded, “Not a word of lie. He’s been all Mr. Cheerful since you turned up. Before that, he was fucking terrifying. More tightly wound than a watch.”

You took a sip of your vodka lemonade, “In that case, you’re welcome.”

The thought that had been lingering on your mind ever since Simon had told you came to your lips, “Is this deployment gonna be dangerous?”

Gaz went quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about his answer carefully. Damn secrets act. “All deployments are dangerous to a certain extent.” What a diplomatic answer.

“Well yeah, I know that much. But, like, is it more dangerous than usual?”

He sighed, “Can’t tell you. But what I can tell you is that,” he pointed to Ghost, who was dutifully bringing over your water, “he definitely should have died at some point. Not entirely sure how he’s even still breathing. The suspicion is that he’s not entirely human.”

You raised a brow at him, and he clarified, “What I’m saying is, he’s a tough bastard. Wherever we are, you can guarantee he’ll come out alive.”

Ghost slipped back into his seat beside you, sneaking his arm back around your shoulder, an easy smile on his lips as he leaned in, “You know you gotta pay for this before I give it to you.”

He’d done this routine five times already, but you obliged, leaning up to give him a quick kiss before he handed over the drink. It was clear he was sloshed, a slight unsteadiness to his posture, and he didn’t quite make his voice quiet enough as he leant down to your ear, “Rock fucking hard, darlin’.”

Gaz grimaced, “Gonna pretend I didn’t hear that, LT.”

“Fuck off, Kyle.”

Price broke his silence, beckoning Ghost, who grumbled loudly about being taken away from you, but did as he was bidden, leaving you yet again. You looked at Gaz again, “Kyle? I thought your name was Gary. You know, Gaz, Gary.”

He grinned, “That would make sense. But it’s the last name. Garrick.”

You rolled your eyes, “Army and their nicknames. What about the other lot then? Is Baz not even a Barry?”

He shook his head and laughed, “Nah, that one’s a Barry. James is a James, and Kingy’s last name is King, same with Price. Then Derry is from Derry, his real name is Connor. It’s fairly simple.”

“And Ghost?”

“Well, the mask.”

You shifted in your seat, “Soap and Roach?”

Gaz’ bright smile faltered a little, and he took a thoughtful sip of his beer before he answered, “Roach, I didn’t know. Just knew he was an old soldier mate of Ghost’s, but he died before I came on the scene. Soap, I knew. Sprinkled his ashes with Ghost and Price, actually. Good man. Ridiculous Scottish accent. Him and Ghost were thick as thieves.”

You listened silently, curious, but Gaz shook his head, “Soap isn’t my story to tell. Ghost’ll tell you when he’s ready. Took him long enough to even speak his name aloud after he died.”

Ghost and Price returned, ruining your chance at learning anything more, and you could see some of the carefree joy had fled from Simon’s expression. He rested a hand on Baz’s shoulder, gesturing to the door with a nod, “Chug ‘em, we’re off early.”

There was a chorus of groans, and the remainder of the drinks were quickly guzzled before the lads got to their feet and reluctantly trudged out. Gaz clucked his tongue, “Looks like our lads holiday got bumped up.”

Ghost swerved through the chairs to come to your side, offering you a hand to help you to your feet, and you took it, looking up at him questioningly, “Off already?”

He looked at Price before he answered, “Time to drop the missus off?”

Price checked his watch, “If you’re quick.”

Ghost draped his arm around your shoulders, “Come on then, darlin’, let me walk you home.”

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for you, they’d picked the pub down the road from yours to get hammered at, so it wasn’t a long walk back. You fiddled with Ghost’s fingers as he walked in silence, the joy of the evening having been sucked out. You broached the question first, “How long are you gonna be gone?”

He sighed, “Not sure, love. I can’t give you much detail, much as I’d like to. S’all classified.”

You weren’t convinced that he just didn’t want to alarm you with details. Then again, he was special forces. It was all frustratingly vague. Already, you were walking down the hallway towards your front door, your time with him almost up already. You would have liked to drag him into your home and lock the door, but you had a feeling that the lads wouldn’t approve of you kidnapping their lieutenant. He leant against the wall as you unlocked the door, and you could see a touch of resignation in his eyes, one that was no doubt mirrored in yours. Soap slunk out as you opened the front door, and Ghost picked him up, pressing a kiss to his furry forehead, “You keep my girl safe, aye? Make sure she doesn’t get lonely.”

Roach bounded over to Ghost, and he crouched down to fuss him, “Goes for you as well, mate.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, looking up at Ghost, “Never mind about me. Who’s gonna be taking care of you?”

He chuckled at that, dropping Soap onto the carpet and pulling you into his arms, his hands knotting around the back of your waist, “Darlin’, you have nothing to worry about.”

You pursed your lips, and he leant in to rest his forehead against yours, “Nothin’ on Earth can keep me from coming back to you. I’ll crawl back on broken limbs if I have to.”

His tone was playful, but you could see the solemn promise in his eyes. You groaned, still reluctant to let him go, as though you had any choice in the matter, “Just, keep yourself out of danger, yeah?”

He snorted, “I usually go where the danger is, love. Big theme of my job, yeah?”

“Dickhead. You know what I mean.”

He smiled, “I know.” His eyes flicked over your face, and his smile turned wicked, “I’ll make a deal with you. Promise me I’ll get to bend you over your sofa, and I’ll promise to avoid risking my neck.”

“Come back in one piece, and I’ll ride you til you can’t remember your own name.”

Ghost visibly shuddered, “Fuck me, love.” He took your hand and placed it on his crotch, allowing you to feel how hard he was, “See what you do to me? Try stop me from coming home to this.”

His phone pinged, and he grumbled, “I’ve got to go, love.”

You would have begged him to stay, but you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. So, you bit back your pain and nodded, “I’ll be waiting for you. You owe me a kebab, and some dick.”

Ghost shook his head, and let out a heavy sigh as he smiled, shifting his hands so they cupped your face, “I fuckin’ love you, darlin’. My dirty little missus.”

It wasn’t quite how you’d imagined that confession, but it still sent butterflies fluttering through your chest. The big brute of a man, holding your face as though you were the most precious thing in his life, loved you. If anything, this would have been the most perfect time to fuck each other’s brains out, yet fate was being a cunt. So, you just placed your hands over his. “I love you too. Come home safe.”

With a final kiss to your forehead, Simon turned and left you.

No Ghost, and no kebab. What a shit ending to the night.

[stolasdearest]

I don’t know if you mind writing WlW, BUT IF YOU DO!!! I WANT GENSHIN WOMEN HELPING WITH THEIR SO INJURIES- ESPECIALLY WITH RAIDEN CAUSE I THINK SHE BE SO CONFUSED AND CONCERNED AT THE SAME TIME

*wheeze*

Ok sorry for the freak out- I’m just incredibly gay

I'm deflating after picking two women from every nation😩

Warnings: Talk of injury, not Proofread, Candace and Dehya might be ooc

THESE ARE SO WLW‼️

❄️ Scolds you at first and acts more like a superior then your girlfriend at first

❄️ after offering to clean it she softens up, asking how this happened and asking if this was caused by a fight and if there's something she needs to "handle"

❄️ Secretly worried, with the right words you might be able to get her to tell you that aswell.

❄️ tells you to be careful next time because she won't help if it happens again (she'll help if it happens again)

❄️ sends you off with a kiss and goes on about her day, she continues to quietly worry

🍷 more reactive and worried then you'd thought especially if it's a bigger injury

🍷 dead silent aside from the occasional hiss from you

🍷 Like Eula, she asks afterwards if there's someone messing with you and she'll handle it if there is

🍷 tells you on the side afterwards to watch out more often so this doesn't happen again because she doesn't want her lovely girlfriend hurt.

🍷 depending on the day she might hold you for a bit and even MAYBE tell you some sweet nothings

🥂 jumps up and is quite dramatic, she's a captain she can tell if you're in serious danger with your injury

🥂 quickly cleans the wound and treats it then proceeds to baby you

🥂 "youre never going out without me or Kazuha ever never"

🥂 she'll pout out at you, you're capable how dare you get hurt and worry her she already has her other crew idiots to watch over

🥂 smoothers your face in kisses and compliments you

🥂 tries to subtly get info if it's a natural injury or if it was caused by someone else

🎲 acts nonchalant about it but if you're able to read people well you'll see she's scared shitless

🎲 she's lost so many people she can't bear to lose her sweetheart

🎲 questions you on what happened and gets you maybe something to eat and some water, a full check on you

🎲 puts her coat on you and coos at you after the injury is taken care of

🎲 you're not allowed to move or do anything extreme for a week

🎲 "but it's just a scrape" "Too bad, lay down"

🎲 you'll see her gently smile at you while you eat or read something while you recover

⚡ she doesn't quite understand the idea of blood, or injury; she's a god most of her injuries don't last long unless it ends her shortly after

⚡ "what do you mean it can get infected and kill you?"

⚡ goes to a vendor to get you some food after trying to make it herself and failing miserably

⚡ you insist to treat it yourself because she was too rough when she tried to which she just frog blinked at you before shrugging and sitting back

⚡ doesn't quite know what happened but she's asking if you're alright even like, a day later

🌸 gets all done up worried, throwing her hands in the air and petting your head while doting on you

🌸 if she notices it's serious or you're not in the mood she'll quickly back up and ask you to sit down, asking the other maidens to fetch some things for you

🌸 has you in her arms till the maidens get back and then she gets to treating it, asking how this happened with a giggle in her voice

🌸 JUST maybe if you're alone she'll go into her fox form and lay on your lap to comfort you

🔥momma mode immediately

🔥"how'd this happen, when, by what, by who? How much does it hurt? Are you numb"

🔥 you get whiplash from the amount of questions she asks you, kinda confused she takes it that you're like, about to actually die

🔥 you have to calm her down and starts gradually answering the questions while she orders the eremites to get you the things you need

🔥 has you in her arms also, telling you how worried she was and she's glad you're okay

🌕 immediately jumps to your aid asking whats the matter

🌕she scolds you for not being careful, but you jokingly huff, clearly hearing the worry laced in her voice as she stands infront of you

🌕 gives the bandage a little kiss and you both laugh

🌕 her two colored eyes continue to scan you and your mood for the rest of the day or even next few days, monitoring your condition closely

🌕 pouts at you while holding you, denying that she was worried in the first place, reassuring you, you can handle yourself

🗡️ quietly tells you off for getting hurt but calming down and apologizing after, a soft smile on her lips as you tell her it's okay and you understand

🗡️ unless it's a severe injury she's not worried, you're strong you can handle a simple scrape. She will still disinfect it and wrap it you sit down

🗡️ escorts you around for a bit, especially if it's a leg related injury or an injury that impairs your walking

🗡️ holds your hand almost the entire time minus when she's using both hands to treat it for you

🌹 On the verge of losing her mind

🌹 also lost alot of people close to her and is very worried

🌹has her body guards help you while she questions you, she is asking you the most random and not needed questions

🌹you kinda just sit there wondering why this is so important

🌹 makes you macaroons to make you feel better and tells you about her day to distract you from the pain if there is any

🌹 leans against you and just, enjoys your presence for a while. Her days are stressful and she loves doing what she does but you're her safe quiet space

🌹 plenty of kisses to your face and hands

AHHH idk how I feel about this :((

[weird-is-life]

slow dancing with TASM!Peter omg🥺

Hii lovely, ty for this cute request🥰! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of wedding, (0.6k)

You and Peter are at that age, where you actually get invited to the wedding, you don't just go because your parents were invited.

So when Peter gets invited to one of his mate's wedding, he asks you to come with him as his date. Being Peter's best friend, you agree.

You love spending time with Peter, but as you spend more and more time at the romantic wedding atmosphere, you can't shake off the 'more than just a friend' feelings towards Peter.

He keeps looking at you funny, smiling oh so softly, that you think, you might get the wrong idea of Peter liking you back in your head. It's impossible not to think that way. You know it's not good for you, hoping that he has romantic feelings towards you won't end up good.

But of course, it goes even worse than the soft touches, lovely smiles, hushed jokes and the freaking compliments every few minutes. Peter's asks you to dance with him. Dance with him to a slow song!

"I can't dance, Peter. I'll just embarrass myself," you protest as Peter stands there with an offered hand.

"Please, you'll do just fine.. C'mon, I won't let you embarrass yourself I promise," Peter convinces you or more like begs you with the puppy eyes. You despite your better judgement agree.

Peter leads you to the dance floor, smiling like a fool. He's been trying to show you how he feels the entire wedding, but he hopes the dance will finally help you understand.

You put your hands on his shoulders and Peter holds you by the waist. Peter starts to slowly sway you both to the rhythm of the song, when he sees you anxiety over the dancing.

"Look at you, you are a natural at this," Peter whispers, as you move together. His compliment makes your cheeks go a little red.

"Thank you," you say sheepishly, gaze fixed on the ground, worried you'll stump all over Peter's feet.

But as you dance longer and longer, you get a bit more confident and you stop looking at you feet. You look up at Peter, only to find him smiling weirdly at you.

"What?" you ask with a small chuckle, "do I have something on my face?"

"No, it's just-...You look really beautiful," Peter tells you.

You suddenly stop dancing," Peter, y-you can't just say things like this, in a voice like that, to me." You'll die if he continues to speak to you like that.

"Why? It's the truth," he says, baffled. He honestly thinks, that there's no one more beautiful there than you.

"Pete...," you whine, but you start dancing again, " you've been killing me the whole wedding."

"With what?"

"With-With....everything. I'll get the wrong idea in my head and then I'll just end up with tears," you tell him, hoping he'll understand, that his loving or teasing (you are not sure) hints are too much for you.

"But-"

"Don't get my hopes up Peter, not tonight," you interrupt him, clearly a bit upset now, " you know, I like you and i don't understand-"

Peter interrupts your rambling. Of course, he knows you like him, that's why he's been dropping the hints the entire wedding. But clearly you didn't understand, so he has to take the matter into his own hands.

He shuts you up with his lips on yours. Your initial shock of Peter kissing you lasts only for a few seconds, before you're kissing him back.

When you pull away, he grins lovingly at you," do you understand now?"

"I think so," you giggle, feeling a bit stupid, that you didn't catch on earlier. "But I think you should kiss me once more, just to be sure...."

Peter, without hesitation, kisses you for the second time.

[kiunlo]

I think about hair a lot when it comes to characters and how they express themselves over time (specifically in WoW). As someone who's gone from short as hell hair to long, thick curly hair (which I get from the Aboriginal side of my family, and which I am also in love with and ador the most of my appearance) I can appreciate and see the ways in which a character's change in hair length/style says a lot about their character growth, what they've been through, what emotions they're feeling etc.

Anduin being currently in a state where he's not quite stable, needs time to heal, is trying to find himself again or whatever has made him become a bit. well. unkempt in appearance. He has a patchy as hell beard coming in, he's covered in dirt and grime, and he's cut most of his hair off. An experience that I have personally had (tho without the patchy beard and covered in stupendous amounts of grime, though I was certainly dirty and in need of a shower). Like. practically if you can't even shower urself properly, taking care of ur hair IS a nightmare (again, personal experience) so the obvious option is the big chop. But it can also be something of a reset, emotionally or personality wise. Letting go of this part of you (your beautiful long hair that everyone compliments you on and wish they could have themselves and get mad at YOU when you chop it all off) and starting over sometimes can be necessary. I've done it many times over. I'm at this point in time where I'm trying HARD this time to continue growing my hair long as hell until it's down to my knees, and trying not to give up on it and cut it all off again. It's a big, long and arduous task of just…washing my hair, keeping it healthy…and waiting a long ass fucking time. But When you got depression not only do you not gaf but also it's too much time and effort. Thus, Anduin chopping his hair off.

But it can also be for more than just practicality or needing a reset on things. Sometimes it's a choice you make as a result of your actions. See, the time that Thrall went bald for a while then grew all his luscious hair back a few years later.

Thrall doesn't really seem to have a "canon" in-lore reason for why he'd full on shaved his head. I searched all over the place for proper answers and this is the best I found:

But since I'm a weird freak I'm gonna speculate that it could've been more than just a random hairstyle he chose one day. Chopping all your big beautiful hair is (usually) not a simple decision. I can imagine having long hair for most of Thrall's life would make removing all of it in one fell swoop a little bit daunting. But I can see him doing it as some sort of…perhaps spiritual choice? He probably felt he had failed Garrosh with how things turned out, and him shaving his head would've happened in the in-between of MoP and WoD when Garrosh's trial was happening or had just happened. Perhaps cutting off his hair was a symbolic choice for him, in some way. A way to display to himself and others that he's changed as a result of his failure. And when he felt he'd finally moved on from it all, he chose to grow his hair back.

I wonder if in the future, when Anduin is further along in his healing process, if he'll choose to grow his hair back in this similar way, or if he'll decide to keep it short. I'm eager to see how things continue. I know this was basically a big ass post about hair and maybe others don't see it as being a big deal but. Hair really is a big fucking deal sometimes so I'm chosing to believe it is that deep.

[iridesky-the-writer]

hey hi! Can you do yandere hetalia France x gn reader who's like Nikolai gogol from bsd? Headcanons plz. Thanks ^o^

OOH! This is a cool first request! I'm interested :) thanks for requesting ~ Francis and Nikolai are actually some of my favorite characters! Anyway, order up!

☆ Triboulet ☆

|| yandere!Francis Bonnefoy x G/N ! Nikolai Gogol-like! Reader ||

|| Contains: potentially inaccurate depictions of French pet names (I do not speak French), doting Francis (we love to see it),, stalking,, Francis lowkey spiraling,, lightly suggestive material (because c'mon, it's Francis),, a reader that definitely matches yan!Francis' freak,, a bit soft at the end!?,, Francis spoiling you rotten,,and reader who is most certainly a curious critter (so much so that it pushes Francis beyond his limit) + one (1) goofy Arthur Kirkland cameo ||

☆ Why, what a bundle of laughs you were! That was the first thing that caught his interest about you. He hadn't seen anything like it.

☆ ...well, he has, though it was more exclusive to those days he first came around. He hadn't seen anything like it since the fools back in the 1500s, 1600s... How remarkable!

☆ But those fools usually had the ugliest mugs and melancholy miens. You, on the other hand, were positively stunning to him, with a certain...je nais se quois to boot. That just drew him in further.

☆ And when you to finally got to spend time together for the first time, well, you never seemed to stop talking. It was a bit odd to him--he was used to talking and talking without anyone challenging his dominance in the conversation, but...well, he couldn't help but listen to you.

☆ Your ramblings seemed to be endless, and you always managed to surprise him. One minute you were absentmindedly remarking about the state of the weather, and the next you were animatedly raving about your adoration of birds...

☆ You were clingy, too. You'd embrace him like you were old friends every time you met, excitedly greeting him, holding both of his hands in your own as you told him of the latest happenings of your life...

☆ ...you know, you were prettiest when you talked.

☆ It wasn't long before he turned on the charm. The usual smile, the coy touches, quiet compliments in the language of love... Flirting was his speciality, and he knew it. Though you always responded in ways that continued to perplex him.

☆ "Oh, Francis! You make me blush ~ ! I have you know today's outfit took a loooong time to put together! Say, you don't happen to own a brooch like this, do you? I do! I got it from--ah, why would I tell you! It's more fun when you get to guess~"

☆ You...baffled him, to say the least. He couldn't tell if you were actually responding to his advances or if you were just plain too oblivious to notice. Or worse yet; ignoring them altogether.

☆ The idea of you ignoring them made his blood boil.

☆ You may have started to notice how he started to excuse himself during conversations, notably almost every time that he complimented you and you changed the subject--each time he put on a charming grin, called you some French pet name you may or may have understood, and scampered away to the bathroom to grip the sink like some adult drama protagonist who was caught in a gunfight and cheer himself up.

☆ "ALRIGHT, MON AMOR! You've done it before, you can do it again...why must it be so difficult!? I'm right as rain! Yes...yes I am!"

☆ He didn't really take into account how you may have been able to hear him from the other room...

☆ Either way, the more time went on, the more he started to excuse himself during your interactions. Eventually he'd stop chickening out and start laying on the compliments even thicker.

☆ "Oh, your eyes are like the sea at sunset, mon ange...such beautiful lips, such wonderful words that fall from them..."

☆ He had started doting over you. And clearly, you were starting to get the message.

☆ Good...good, it was working! That must mean he must continue like this! Doting...you MUST know how he loves you!

☆ You'd start getting roses at your doorstep, then pastries, then glass birds...all of which with gift tags or letters that were directly stated from Francis himself.

☆ That begged the question of how he even got to know your address in the first place.

☆ Speaking of which, how did he happen to know that this was your favorite dessert? You never told him...did you?

☆ You were just eating it last week in your favorite cafe...

☆ Come to think of it, you texted him while you were in there and heard someone else's phone buzz almost as soon as you sent the message... you chose not to think of it much then, though it definitely was whirling around in your mind for a while. Now you'll kept on alert.

☆ The gifts only increased in number and frequency as time went on. At first it was just a Bouquet of flowers a week, but then it became a new gift every single morning or evening. You were an attentive soul, but you couldn't fathom how Francis was able to get all those gifts to you...

☆ You couldn't help but giggle a little bit about it.

☆ Meanwhile, he was obsessed with you.

☆ He wasn't really sure how it happened. It started with the usual feelings he felt when he was in love--something he had experienced many, many times over the course of his long life--but the more he got to know you, the more he found it hard to crack you. Harder to flirt with than you looked and a paradoxical mind he couldn't find a way to hack into so he could get to your heart.

☆ So he had started stalking you. He's done it before, he can do it again. He's got all the time in the world for it, why not? He watches you as you left the house every morning, he watches you move from place to place, he watches you...move...merde, you were lovely.

☆ Soon enough he had memorized your routines, the places you've frequented the most, your favorite pasttimes...

☆ It was all laid out in a series of notes he had made in his room, all written in pompous cursive that grew more harried and almost crazed over time.

☆ When you meet in person now, he'd suggest going out drinking more often. Not only does love come easier under the haze of alcohol, though he can hear much more from you, as you somehow managed to be even more talkative when you were drunk--and even clingier.

☆ He himself was a bit scared by his behavior. You had him wrapped around your finger...putain! You were supposed to wrapped around his finger! It was supposed to be the other way around! But alas... things were just not meant to that way. He was positively losing it over you and those strange, strange ways you went about things.

☆ "ARHUR, I NEED HELP." "...oh, so were finally figuring it out, now?" "ARTHUR! I MEANT I NEED SPIES!!!"

☆ That was it. He had to do something about this.

☆ And thus, one Friday evening, you were strolling home, a bright smile on your face, only to swept away into a nearby alley.

☆ You instinctively started to scream, though a familiarly rough, albeit manicured hand had covered your mouth, muffling the sound.

☆ "Easy, easy, easyyy mon amour, it's only me ~ !"

☆ You feel warm, delicate lips pressed against your forehead. You tremble, but Francis' other hand threads through your hair.

☆ "Finally, finally, ma columbe, I have you all to myself..."

☆ As he pressed a kiss to your cheek, he was surprised to feel a smile quirking at your lips behind his palm. And another one of your trademark laughs.

☆ Francis' face filled with crimson as he ripped both of his hands away, holding both of them to his chest, sapphire eyes wide in shock.

☆ Francis really has a difficult time turning on that charm of his when he's dumb in love...

☆ "mo-mon crevette! I! Ah...what's with the face...?"

☆ "Weeell, I like it when you kiss me!"

☆ Francis blushes harder than he would like to admit.

☆ It's funny, because you knew he'd do that. And you also knew he'd probably come along tonight-- it was a bit of a surprise that it was this way, though surprises were fun to you, no?

☆ You started talking about how you had a feeling he was watching you for weeks as you held the side of his face and talked and talked, and halfway through Francis caught you in a very hungry kiss on the lips.

☆ Thankfully, you reciprocated.

☆ Francis was satisfied. Finally, he had you. Though, weirdly he found himself no less obsessed... it wasn't going away. Dammit...

☆ Maybe he should take you home and keep you there. Maybe that would help.

☆ Oh, wait now, your tongue was in his mouth--he couldn't possibly think now. All he could focus on was you, now. You laughed between kisses; my, you're excited, aren't you?

《 fin 》

Thank you for reading~

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[bigmpregnm]

A Small Bite - Part 3

[Story Collection] | [Part 2] [●] [Part 4]

The pressure and the discomfort that I was experiencing were beyond my wildest nightmares. My hips felt like they were about to crack, and my hole was on fire. I looked at my belly and couldn’t understand why it hadn’t deflated; it was definitely bigger instead. Even for twins, my belly seemed too big. The more I pushed, the fuller I felt, and the worse the pressure became. Even then, I tried to focus on the baby that was coming out of me and making me feel like I was tearing in half.

“Uughh… Matt, catch the baby! Uughh! He’s coming out so fast, and it hurts so much!” I said as I cried out and kept pushing. Our big baby boy stretched me more than I ever thought was possible. “I should’ve fallen in love with a smaller guy! Uugghh, please, he’s so big!”

“Ouch. You have always said that you love me big, babe,” Matt said, kissing my cheek. “I told you we should’ve gone to a hospital. You know they have ways to make this process easier.”

“Easier my ass! Fuck... don’t you dare say anything!” I shouted as the baby continued his way out, and Matt chuckled. “We’re too late for that. Just...OOOOOO... catch him, Matt. You can get all fatherly later. AHHHHHH! I need this kid out of me,” I added, trying to stay calm, but I was already freaking out like never before.

The pain had taken my attention away from my expanding belly for a few seconds. But as I continued pushing, I felt the pressure on my abdomen increasing instead of decreasing. I was on all fours, with my big belly hanging low and almost touching the mattress, half a baby out of my body, and probably another one rolling inside me. I could barely focus on what I was doing, but I felt like with each push, my belly reached lower, feeling heavier than before.

I took deep breaths before each push, and even though I knew I was making good progress with our big boy, at the same time, I felt like I was far from being done. Matt was excited as he described how our baby boy was coming out. He told me how big the head was, which I could feel without any description. He said the kid had broad shoulders like him, which I totally expected, and as the rest of the baby’s body slowly slid out of me, Matt described, inch by inch, how big the baby was.

When I finally felt the baby’s feet leaving my body, I tried to catch my breath, and I felt as if a truck had just run me over. The worst part was that considering the size of my belly, I knew I had to repeat the process again, and very likely not only once.

“He’s perfect. Joey, you did it. Our big boy is here,” Matt said as the baby started crying. “He’s so strong. I-I-I promised myself I was not going to cry. But he’s so perfect,” Matt added as he started cleaning the baby and followed the instructions from a YouTube video on how to cut the cord. I felt proud of him but was too exhausted to compliment him.

“Matt, let me... see him, and... I need you. Uugghh,” I cried out as I felt another contraction taking over my belly. Simultaneously, my belly expanded to rest heavily on the mattress.

“Joey, what is it? Are we really having twins?” Matt said, but he finally paid attention to the size of my belly, and he got speechless.

“I don’t know! Just… Please catch the next one. He’s getting out so fast,” I said between grunts as I started pushing once again because I felt the huge head of a second baby already getting into my birth canal.

I couldn’t see Matt’s face, but I knew he was scared. He had been waiting for the arrival of our boy with such excitement that the possibility of something going wrong or even the fact that there was a second baby was definitely terrifying for him.

I closed my eyes as I dealt with the pain, which was worse than I ever imagined. I pushed with all I had, but I felt Matt placing the first baby in bed and positioning himself behind me once again. Everything was so strange. I always thought I’d feel emptier once the baby was born, but with each passing second, I felt fuller and heavier. I panted as I felt like dying. I groaned in agony because the pressure was terribly intense as the second baby was crowning.

I opened my eyes and immediately noticed Matt had placed our big baby boy beneath my face, so the first thing I saw was the most beautiful baby in the world cooing very peacefully. I couldn’t contain my tears when I saw my big boy, but his brother was in a rush to come out, so I had to focus on pushing.

Also, my belly hadn’t stopped expanding, so it firmly pressed against the mattress, making me arch my back to give it more space to grow. I was overwhelmed by all the things happening at once, but with my big boy there, I got the courage to keep going.

Even despite the pain, I focused on the baby boy that was in front of me, and I picked him up to hold him against my chest with one of my arms. He started suckling immediately, and I couldn’t contain more tears streaming down my face. Even though I was having painful contractions and Matt was in a panic because the second baby’s head was already halfway out, I enjoyed the moment between me and our firstborn.

All along, the second baby continued his way out, and I could only hear Matt saying, “Push.” I wanted to kick his ass because I already knew I had to push, and his commands weren’t helping at all. My hole stretched, but at least I felt the baby moving at a good pace.

Then again, I was overwhelmed because, as the second baby’s head finally popped out of my hole, I felt more movements within my belly, and the pressure increased. After all, it was getting too big for me to stay on all fours. I was freaking out, but I tried to remain calm because of the baby nursing on my chest.

I felt the shoulders of the second baby starting to come out, and I could barely breathe. The pain was horrible and was all Matt’s genes’ fault. As the baby continued coming out and his older brother continued suckling on my nipple, Matt started to change his mind, and the fear faded away. The initial shock and the fear were quickly replaced by the joy of welcoming another baby. He had always wanted a large family, so having two babies instead of one was definitely positive.

Even though it was pretty obvious, Matt hadn’t noticed, or maybe he was trying to deny that my belly was still expanding, making it difficult for me to stay on all fours. There was no more space left; my belly was pinning me down to the mattress, and I knew there were at least two or three more babies in there because I could feel all the kicks in different directions.

I grunted and groaned as I continued pushing, and the second baby slowly slid out of my body. I was extremely tired already, and even though I wanted to enjoy having another of my kids in my arms, I had to use the small window between contractions to change positions. I had just given birth to a second baby, even though I was expecting just one, but I knew more were coming.

I softly placed my firstborn on the mattress, and he cooed in disagreement. The second baby loudly cried while Matt cleaned him, so a soft cooing wasn’t a big deal. I lifted my upper body and got on my knees instead of on all fours. I groaned because I felt heavier than ever before, and when I finally was able to see the size of my belly, I groaned in horror.

In my new position, I wasn’t squeezing my belly between my actual body and the mattress, so I was finally able to see its full size. I gasped in surprise and slowly placed my hands on it, like trying to convince myself that it was real. My belly had been big when I went into labor due to the size of the baby I was carrying. But now, even though I had already given birth to two babies, my belly was at least three times its previous size.

I knew something was wrong or too right, but I didn’t have time to process what was happening because another contraction made me clutch my belly as it expanded once again. I took deep breaths and gave my belly gentle rubs as I felt a lot of kicking and rolling inside it. The pain was terrible, but the fact that my belly continued to expand was more terrifying than anything I had ever experienced before.

“Joey, what the fuck is happening? Why? How?” Matt shouted as he finally realized what was happening. He had been too busy cleaning the baby to notice I was in another position, my belly growing even more. As he placed the second baby next to his older brother, he rested his hands on my abdomen and started rubbing it. “Are there more babies? But… I thought…”

“Matt, just shut up! Ugghh... get these kids out of me!” I shouted out in anger because I was confused and in pain, but he kept lovingly rubbing my belly. “Sorry… I don’t want to be rude, but... Matt, please, please, please, oooh fuck, get these kids out of me.”

“I can’t do much, babe. I have no idea what’s happening, but you’re doing great,” he said, approaching to kiss my lips very passionately. His kiss helped me relax a bit, but then the pressure on my belly skyrocketed and also spread to other parts of my body.

The third baby was almost crowning, so Matt positioned himself behind me again. I continued clutching my belly because the bigger it got, the more painful the contractions became. With each passing second, I felt more kicking and more rolling in all directions, and I was simply scared. Even then, when I looked down at the two beautiful babies peacefully sleeping next to me in bed, I felt somewhat happy that I was having even more.

By the time the third baby’s head popped out of my hole, my belly looked like a mid-sized beach ball attached to my torso, resting heavily on the mattress. Thankfully, the third baby was coming out much easier than the previous ones, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. My hole was on fire, but it was just a part of the immense and overwhelming mix of sensations happening everywhere in my body.

Apart from the pain caused by the baby coming out of me and the pressure caused by my belly expanding to unprecedented proportions, a strange tingling sensation spread through my chest and ass. It started as a subtle tingling, but as the baby’s shoulders came out, I realized the tingling sensation wasn’t just discomfort.

I looked down, inspecting my belly because the many babies inside me were kicking up a storm, noticing my pecs were also expanding. It wasn’t that obvious at first sight, but I saw them slowly filling up and getting so heavy that in just a few seconds, I had big and round “tits” that rested heavily on top of my belly.

My “tits” weren’t that soft or saggy like breasts, and they retained their usual pectoral shape, but they were growing bigger than any bodybuilder’s, and they didn’t feel like muscles. I knew they were filling up with milk, and it made me feel like a cow because I had never seen pecs this big.

This realization made me freak out even more, but then I felt Matt’s hands grabbing my ass and kneading it, taking me out of my trance. I tried to look back at him to see why he was doing that, but the combined size and weight of my pecs and belly at the front didn’t let me turn around entirely.

“What are you doing? It’s not time for that,” I angrily said because I was in pain and thought he was thinking about having fun.

“Joey… I don’t know how to say this, but... your ass is growing,” he said, sounding really confused and somewhat excited. “I thought I was hallucinating, but, babe, your ass is really growing.”

I moved my hands to my ass, and it actually felt plumper. I panicked even more because I was still growing everywhere. It wasn’t just the belly anymore. My body was changing, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was all happening so fast that I didn’t have time to process it all.

My hands traveled from my belly to my pecs, then to my ass, to rub them, trying to ease up the pressure, but it was simply too intense to handle. I was overwhelmed, between a growing belly, butt, and pecs, a horde of babies moving in my belly, and the ones out of me cooing and crying in long for my attention.

I couldn’t focus on one thing because there were too many things happening at once, so when the third baby finally left my body. I thought I would have time to think or do something, but the fourth baby quickly entered my birth canal, and I had to restart the pushing while Matt cleaned our third baby boy. My belly was similar in size to a yoga ball, and my pecs were bigger than my own head.

Since I had already given birth to three huge babies, the fourth one was coming out much faster without me having to push that much. Even then, it was painful, so my groans and screams of pain were getting louder.

Meanwhile, I could hear Matt talking to our third boy as he cleaned him, and the baby was crying loudly. Then, I felt my nipples leaking like fountains, and I knew it was because of the baby’s cry. Sadly, I was too busy and overwhelmed to hold the babies and feed them. Again, it wasn’t only the pain caused by the birth but also the increasing pressure on my belly, pecs, and ass expanding to ridiculous proportions.

I rubbed my belly and felt even more kicking in response. I couldn’t even count or imagine how many babies I had in there, but it seemed like the number was getting higher every second. The fourth baby was almost out of me, with a fifth already in a position to come out, and even then, I knew I had many more still in line to be born. I had no idea what was happening, but the only thing I could do was push and wait for my body to stop producing kids, eventually.

I looked down at my pecs, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. My “tits” had grown beyond anything I had seen before and were not only resting on my belly and blocking my own view but also pushing against my chin. I was starting to feel a bit suffocated by them, and they just continued expanding like my belly.

Also, I couldn’t see my ass, but I could feel it had become enormous, and my hips had widened a lot. My thighs were also getting thicker, so I had to separate my knees more than before because of how much they had grown. It was a surreal but interesting feeling. I felt like a balloon being filled, but it wasn’t just air but babies, milk, and fat.

“Joey, you have to slow down or... just stop,” Matt said, fully freaking out when he had to catch the fourth baby and saw the fifth one crowning just a few seconds later.

“Does it look like I’m doing... uugghh... this on purpose?” I replied angrily, but I couldn’t blame him. I was in pain, and he was worried about me, and on top of that, he had to take care of a pile of babies that was getting more numerous.

“No, no, I mean, this is just too much. We have four... soon to be five babies, and you look like there are a dozen more in your belly... or more,” he said as he quickly cleaned the fourth baby because the fifth one’s head had already come out. “Joey, I think I should call 911.”

“For what? Ooohhh… catch him, Matt... catch the baby,” I shouted as the fifth baby slid out of me, and Matt barely had time to catch him. Immediately, the sixth one started crowning, and there was nothing I could do to hold him in.

“I don’t know, Joey! I’m just worried you’ll explode or die,” Matt said as he placed the fourth baby in bed and quickly cleaned the fifth because the sixth was already halfway out. “I can’t help you, and I don’t want to lose you, Joey.”

I heard Matt snuffling as if crying, and I realized he was scared. I knew it was normal for first-time dads to be nervous, even more than the pregnant ones, but in Matt’s case, he had the right to be terrified. I didn’t know what to do because my belly expanded even further, and I felt a seventh baby right behind the sixth, and I knew there were even more still inside me. We were both terrified.

As expected, the sixth baby came out, and the seventh soon followed. The eighth baby barely gave Matt time to clean the previous baby. With each birth, the babies came out much faster, and my body became even bigger. My belly was already larger than I was, and my pecs were each like enormous milk-filled beach balls. Baby after baby, I felt how my body filled up instead of getting emptier, and the faster they were born, the worse the pain was.

The ninth and tenth babies were born just a few seconds apart, and after that, my belly finally stopped growing. I felt as big as a house, but a part of me was glad the growth had finally stopped. I looked at my belly, and it seemed to extend at least 5 feet in front of me and three feet wide. It was much bigger than me and much bigger than Matt. I was literally bursting with life.

The sensation was strange but pretty enjoyable at the same time. Knowing that I had so many lives inside me felt pretty fulfilling, but then all the babies started moving like never before, leaving me breathless as baby number eleven moved to my birth canal, and from there, things got wild.

I didn’t have any control. I didn’t have to push. I couldn’t even count the babies. My body just let all the babies out one after the other without giving me a break. I felt like a machine gun, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Meanwhile, my big, strong man was behind me, doing his best to catch and clean all the babies. All I could do was groan and grunt in pain and let my overfilled body do the rest.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - READER

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 I’m overthinking.

 I shouldn’t be but I am. 

 Remind me to never break up with you. Gosh, why would I freaking say that? Toji and I aren’t in a relationship. We agreed to get to know each other, and we have been doing that. So much. So damn well. 

 However, I fear that I may be falling for him quicker than I thought. 

 I knew this would happen. That damn Toji Fushiguro is good with his words. 

 His lips…

 His fingers…

 In just six weeks, Toji has shown me everything I’ve wanted in a partner and more.  

 I feel protected. Cared for. Desired… I can only imagine how my emotions would amplify once we have sex.

 If we do, that is. 

 Toji is very hell bent about us not sleeping together yet. And I know it has nothing to do with attraction because he pleases me in other ways.

 Phone sex. Fingering. Kissing me with such burning lust that has my pussy throbbing and aching for him. 

 I’m satisfied with his current pleasures, but I want more. 

 I’m left to believe that he doesn’t want to have sex with me because…

 He’s falling for you, too. 

 No. He can’t be. That would just be silly to think and setting myself up for failure. 

 Toji made it clear that he’s not interested in anything serious, yet here I am still being drawn to him. It seems like I can’t help myself. 

 The excitement that pumps through me when I’m around Toji is a feeling I never want to be without. 

 How does he expect me to? Not when he stands in front of me while we’re waiting to cross the street. Or how he randomly grabs on my ass or breasts like a perv to compliment me so sweetly. 

 Toji can claim he’s rough, emotionless, and drained from love, but how he is with me says otherwise. 

 Even earlier, how he placed the softest kiss on my lips to reassure my insecurities. All I remember feeling was the lightness in my soul, and heat that ran underneath my cheeks. 

 In another lifetime, I was in love with Toji Fushiguro. 

 I sound like a freaking cliché, I know. 

 But it’s true. 

 My dreams tell me, and the more I’m around him, it becomes more clear to me. 

 “Y/N, Y/N. You silly girl….” I sighed and muttered to myself, resting my forehead against the steering wheel.

 I’ve made it back to school on time with another five minutes to spare, so I’ve just been sitting in the parking lot and putting my mind through a frenzy.

 Before I forget, I pulled out my phone to text Toji:

I giggle because I can honestly see Toji doing that if he hadn’t heard from me.

Before I'm able to respond, he doubt texts me.

Am I that easy to read?

 

I smile to myself while Toji and I continue our banter through messages. I’m sure I look like a lovesick puppy right now with how I’m looking at my phone, but I don’t care.  

 Toji knows me. He really knows me, and it gives me the feeling of one hundred butterflies fluttering in my stomach. 

 And when I see him tonight, I’m not sure I can contain that feeling any longer. 

 After teaching my last class for the day, I made a beeline to Nanami’s office like he asked me to when I coincidentally saw him during lunch. Apparently he wants to talk about this teacher’s summit, and honestly, I’m going to try to find a way to back out. 

 I should chew him out for even submitting my name without my consent. Just because we’ve dated since my teaching career at the high school, and we went to the summit every year together, doesn’t mean that’s going to continue. This isn’t habitual, so it’s best for him to find a different teacher. 

 I’m sure any other teacher would love to go.

 But then again, Nanami doesn’t want any other teacher to go. 

 He wants me. And like Toji said, I shouldn’t put it past him that he simply submitted my name unknowingly just so we can be alone together for a weekend. 

 Nanami has been trying to get back with me for months. The last time we talked outside of school was the day he invited me out to brunch to try to convince me to give him another chance. With how he reacted when I suggested we could eventually be friends when I’m ready, I fear that Toji may be right. Though, I’m not here for his winning me back journey. 

 Two chances too many, so unfortunately, the Y/N and Nanami ship has sailed. As far as my concern, Toji is the only man I’m interested in.

 PRINCIPAL NANAMI KENTO. The large words engraved on the golden office door sign stares back at me. I take a deep breath before knocking to prepare myself for how this conversation is going to turn out.

 “Come in,” he answers. 

 I walked into the room to see a look that isn’t foreign to me. Disheveled blonde locks. Tight furrow between his brows. Black and gold frames hanging off his nose. Clouds sitting under his chocolate-colored eyes. And his suit jacket being off with rolled up sleeves to reveal those toned forearms. 

 He’s stressed. 

 I know he is. This is the look I saw him quite often whenever he came home from long nights after work or when I stayed waiting for him in his office. 

 Even when Nanami’s work has him all over the place, I would be lying if I said I didn’t find him most attractive like this. A man that appears to be perfect and organized sometimes has his breaking point when he falls under pressure. 

 “You wanted to see me, Principal Nanami?” It’s like hearing my voice was the only thing that managed to tear his eyes away from the computer. The furrow and concentration that was on his face relaxes and softens when looking at me. 

 Life came back into those brown hues that I used to love, and any other day, they probably would’ve made me fold.

 He clears his throat and runs his fingers through his locks. “Uhm, yes. Take a seat. It won’t be long.”

 “If it can’t? I do have somewhere to be?” Not really, however, anywhere but here will do.

 “Of course,” he responds with a nod. “The teacher summit-”

 “I don’t want to go.”

 “Why not?”

 “Because I’ve been going for the past five years. Are there no other teachers available?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

 He tilts his head, confused. “I thought you enjoyed going?”

 “Used to. Not anymore.” 

 “What changed?” 

 “Principal Nanami, is there a reason why we’re going back and forth about this?” My tone is clipped and I fist my hands in my lap. Does he not understand that the teacher summit is volunteered based? I did not volunteer myself. 

 Maybe I could understand if I offered to go, then pulled out after doing so, but that wasn’t the case.

 He folds his hand on the desk. “I’m just trying to understand what the issue is, Miss L/N.”

 “The issue is you submitting my name without asking me first. Some of us actually have life outside of work, you know?” I bit out. I realized my words were harsher than intended and a jab at Nanami. Biting down on my bottom lip, I looked away.. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

 “No… It’s true. Maybe if I had remembered I had a life outside of work, I wouldn’t be in this position.”

 “What position is that? Being a principal?”

 “No. Losing you,” he says, way too soft for my liking.

 I knew it. The gut feeling I had when Nanami asked me to meet him in his office when I saw him at the deli restaurant was true. This has nothing to do with that damn teacher’s summit and everything to do with him seeing me with Toji. 

 Annoyance pricks my skin at the thought of Nanami wasting my time with his jealous bullshit notion that he has about my love life. So I began gathering my belongings to leave his office. “We’re not doing this. Not here. Not ever.”

 He stands up to grab my wrist, but I snatch it away. “Y/N, wait.”

 I ignored his pleas to hear him out, however, the moment I turned my back to him and touched the doorknob, his response halted my movements.

 “A student’s father, Miss L/N?”

 I don’t know what angers me more. The accusatory tone in his voice or the fact that he’s questioning me about anything that pertains to my personal life. We’re not together, let alone friends.

 Where did he find this audacity?

 “You do not ask me to come into your office as your subordinate and question me about my love life!” I snapped, using my finger to emphasize my anger. “Who I date isn’t any of your damn business.”

 He crosses his arm and quips a brow. “It is if you’re dating one of my student’s parents.”

 “Show me in the conduct book where it says teachers fraternizing with parents are not permitted?” And of course he stands there with a blank face because there’s not one fraternization rule in our teacher’s conduct handle.

 I’m very aware of the risks I’m taking while seeing Toji. We both know. And I’m not sure if he’s planning on telling Megumi about us, but if that time comes, I’m sure we’ll talk about it.

 Until then, I’ll continue to see Toji as I please and I’ll be damned if my boss, who's also my ex, tries to ever question me about it again. 

 I glared at Nanami before shaking my head. “You’re so full of shit, Ken.”

 “Why him, Y/N? He doesn't look right for you,” he says.

 I scoff. “The nerve of you to say what looks right for me considering I’m still mending pieces of a heart you broke.” Regret shows on Nanami’s face, but I finish speaking before giving him the chance to respond. “If it’s not pertaining to work or actually about the teacher’s summit, don’t utter a word to me. The offer of a friendship is off the table, too.”

 “Y/N, I’m–I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” his voice drifts off, finding words to say.

 With my hand returning to the door, I look over my shoulder to acknowledge his apology. “But you did.” Is all I say before walking out.

 Friday nights are always my favorite nights of the week. No grading papers. No parents fussing to me about why their kid is failing my class. Just me, a hot shower, and a glass of wine to keep me company. 

 For now, that is. 

 Toji should be here in a couple of minutes if work doesn’t keep him too late, and I couldn’t be more excited yet nervous to see him. 

 He said he wanted to talk about earlier and that can be taken as something good or bad. But when we messaged each other throughout the day or he called me on his break, he didn’t seem like his mood changed.

 Though, Toji Fushiguro is sometimes a hard man to read. However, if he told me not to overthink it, then I won’t. 

 Last thing I need is to be stressed about two men that’s in my life. 

 After the heated conversation I had with Nanami today, I think it’s officially time to wipe my hands of him. 

 I’ve known him for five years, and not once have I ever seen him act the way he did today. The unnecessary animosity toward Toji during lunch and his he’s not right for you comment, really struck a nerve that’s still lingering on my skin. 

 I felt myself being protective of Toji because he’s been around judgmental assholes all his life, and I'd be damned if my ex joins that list. 

 No one knows what’s best for me except me, so if I want to have Toji in my life, then that’s my decision. Certainly not Nanami’s.

 Besides, Toji has been nothing but good to me these past six weeks, and it’ll only get better from here if he allows it. I’m hoping after tonight it’ll start. 

 I know he said we were going to talk, but I’ve also decided it’s time for me to be open with my feelings. Am I in love with Toji? No. Do I want something more than casual? With him, absolutely.

 It hasn’t even been a year since my last relationship, and I genuinely meant what I said about not being ready for a new one. But leaving someone who didn’t make you happy anymore for someone who does will have you this way. 

 That’s how I feel around Toji. 

 Happy. 

 How nervous and giggly I get around that man needs to be investigated. 

 I just hope he feels the same way. And God, I hope he fucks me tonight, too. 

 It’s been months since I last had sex. Toys aren’t pleasing me as much anymore, and being around Toji doesn’t make it any better. I’ll never get over how much he turns me on. Not when I know what his fingers can do. 

 I can only imagine how his dick would feel inside of me.

 And with that being said, a knock at the door pulls me from my sexual musings.  

 I tiptoed to look through my peephole to see it’s Toji as expected and nearly ripped the door open to throw my arms around his neck, similar to how I did earlier at lunch. 

 “Hey, sweets.” His deep, raspy voice permeates goosebumps along my skin. “Your scent…”

 I leaned back to look at him, fluttering my lashes. “You like it?”

 “Always.” 

 I smiled at Toji’s response before grabbing his hand to pull him inside of my apartment and locking the door behind us. 

 While doing so, Toji snatches me back into his embrace. 

 “Think you forgot something,” he says. I’m confused until he digs his fingers into my cheeks to suck on my lips and kiss me. 

 My body relaxes into his embrace, giving me the similar feeling to when I’m at home and I pleasurably sigh. However, that quickly turns into a moan upon feeling his hand gliding down my ass to grip. 

 He fervently sucks on my tongue and pulls me closer to his body, allowing me to feel his clothed groin pressing against my lower stomach. 

 I feel bold. Horny. Eager. So I dropped a hand between us to rub on his cock, causing him to groan. 

 A small whimper escapes my mouth at his thick length, and I would do anything to have Toji down my throat and deep in my pussy. 

 “What the fuck are you doing to me, sweets?” He growls. “And you’re wearing these tiny shorts?” 

 I smirk. “Just making myself comfortable.”

 “I see that.” He pecks my mouth a few more times, then releases me to slap my butt and follow me into the living room. “Mind if I shower first? Don’t want my club musk to get on you.”

 “You still smell good to me, but yes,” I answered. “You want to watch a movie tonight? I can make us some snacks.”

 He kisses my check. “Sounds good to me. I won’t take long.” 

 “You see why I wanted to fucking punch him?” 

 After Toji got out of the shower, we sat in the living room and told each other how our day went. 

 It’s not like I intended to tell Toji about my conversation with Nanami. But considering how it happened toward the end of my work day and still bothered me, it was hard to keep from him. Especially when he reads me so well. 

 Though, seeing Toji mad on my behalf turns me on more than I expected. 

 “Punching him wouldn’t solve anything,” I said through a giggle. “And besides, I think I made my point, so there shouldn't be any more issues after today.” 

 “You’re too positive about men, sweets. If a man really wants you, he won’t stop until you’re his or in a relationship with someone else,” he explains. “Even that’s a reach. Hell, I know for me, at least.”

 I feigned a smile while raising my brows. “You don’t say?”

 He shrugs. “Just saying.” 

 “Hm, so why are you mad that he’s being persistent?”

 “Because he’s fucking with what’s m-” He stops short of his sentence to catch the word that almost slipped out. 

 Mine. He was going to say I’m his. 

 Tell me. Tell me so I can officially have a reason to reject every man that even thinks of breathing in my direction.

 Just waiting for Toji to speak has my heart pounding out my chest. And him looking away from me only has me more eager. 

 I’m patient when it comes to Toji expressing himself. I feel honored that he feels comfortable talking to me about anything. But right now, I need to hear those words coming out of his mouth. 

 For me. 

 I want to be a little selfish for once. So I straddled his lap and softly turned his face to look at me. He seems satisfied with my actions based on his hand gravitating to the small of my back, and the other being placed on my hip.

 Toji rubs small circles around my flesh, and I’m convinced it’s to ease his nerves as opposed to mine. 

 “Talk to me, big guy. Because I’m what?” I ask with tenderness. 

 “We’re supposed to be casual.”

 “We are… but… there’s nothing casual about how I feel,” I counter. Although I enjoy how his hand feels, gripping my hip, I take it to place it against my heart. “Does this feel casual to you?”

 “Y/N-”

 “And I can feel yours, too. Why are you nervous?”

 I melt a little inside seeing how a soft pink color flushes under Toji’s face that spreads to the tips of his ears. It’s almost humbling seeing him this way, letting his walls down just for me. 

 “I’m not easy,” he admits. 

 “Okay.”

 “I’m grumpy as shit, and have a shitty attitude about life.” 

 I place my hands on the sides of his neck to massage reassurance onto his flesh. “Okay.”

 “I’m possessive. Jealous. I don’t like sharing.” He continues to list off the reasons to what I’m assuming he thinks are the reasons why he wouldn’t be a good partner. 

 “I don’t want to be shared nor do I like sharing, either.”

 “I don’t do soft sex.”

 My pussy was already wet for him the moment I saw him, but hearing that he fucks roughly has my arousal leaking through my panties. 

 I look at him through my lashes, rubbing his chest. “I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it.”

 Both his hands are now on my hips, holding me tighter than before. “And what if I’m not everything you expected? Then what?”

 “You’re you, Toji,” I said. “That’s all I’m ever expecting.” And the moment I said those words, he crashed his lips onto mine to seal the deal. 

 Toji is rough with his kisses, overpowering my mouth and nipping on my lower lip until the smallest speck of blood is drawn. 

 His hands are impatient while moving desperately along my curves. One minute, teasing my breasts. The next, holding my ass to rub on his cock that’s pressed against my. 

 How he’s kissing me is different from all the other times. This is the Toji who kisses when driven by his sexual appetite. It’s almost too much to keep up with.

 I moan and whimper into his mouth, and roll my eyes back. God, I could come from this alone. 

 He tugs on my braids to pull my head back and expose my neck, which he sucks and bites around. Pleasure scatters across my body, causing my nipples to harden and pussy to further pool wetness. 

 “Toji, wait-”

 He grabs the back of my neck to force me to look at him. “Mine. You’re mine. No one else’s. Not that shitty ass ex or any other fucker that thinks he could even look your way.”

 “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Fushiguro?” I ask through a smirk. 

 “Will you?”

 Two overwhelming feelings hit me at once. A jolt of excitement in the depths of my stomach, along with wetness dripping between my thighs. 

 Six weeks. Six weeks is all it took for Toji to make me his. Even if he asked me sooner, my answer would have still been, 

  “Yes.” 

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