#And then I asked my dad to help me clean up because what if there's another one in the trash??
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18+ mdni.
pairing: mean stepbro!chenle x fem!reader
warnings: stepcest, heavy dubcon, very very mean chenle, coercion.
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chenle is the annoying brother that you could imagine. he loves being mean, takes a lot of satisfaction in it. a lot of pleasure.Â
he never misses an opportunity to make fun of you, whether itâs to pinpoint how much better he is at school than you are, or how much of a disappointment you must be to your parents, he always laughs at you. you could argue that heâs just trying to get under your skin â and it works especially well â but chenle does think heâs better than you.
heâs always bickering with you, and maybe you wouldnât catch any of his attempts to create a fight if your mom and his dad wouldnât take his side so often. you get so frustrated by it, which you get scolded for even more.Â
chenle can be bearable sometimes â only when he wants to, though. he helps you with your assignments when you ask nicely, even though you get called an idiot a bunch of times. he plays video games with you, and heâs pretty enjoyful in those moments, but itâs always ruined by chenle being mean to you one too many times. you end up yelling at him as he laughs at your petty attitude, and you either throw your controller at him or call him an asshole before storming away in your room.
but chenle isnât all that perfect like your parents think he is. far from it, even.
they donât know how he really sees his stepsister. they donât know what type of bonding moments he really shares with you. no, because if they did, they would absolutely disown him, and you as well, but the thought of your parents discovering chenle isnât the well-behaved and respectful boy he pretends to be makes you really, really happy.Â
if they knew what chenleâs intentions really are when bugging you, like stealing your phone and raising it out of your reach above your head, maybe they wouldnât call him a good boy anymore. maybe they wouldnât congratulate him for his good grades or for becoming the captain of his college basketball team.Â
chenle knows this dirty secret could ruin the clean image he puts out, but sometimes his desires are stronger than him. and so are yours, too.Â
âgive it to me!â you groan as you desperately pull on chenleâs arm that is perched up in the air with your phone in his hand. âyouâre so annoying, i swear!â
his arm doesnât budge though, and you start to grow tired, but he still has his insufferable triumphic smile drawn on his face.Â
âthen take it,â he mocks, holding his arm high in the air, his other hand pushing on your shoulder.Â
âthatâs what- argh!â you stomp your foot on the floor in frustration, backing away from your brother. âi need it, chenle. stop being an ass.â
âokay, you really want it?â he asks as he lowers the phone, pulling it away when he sees your attempt of taking it from his hand immediately when itâs in your reach. âhey. answer my question.â
you roll your eyes, sighing, âyes, of course, chenle!â
you cross your arms over your chest as you look at him, licking his lips and shifting your phone from one hand to another, knowing pertinently heâs being an asshole right now.Â
âi have an offer, then,â he smirks.Â
you frown because why would you bargain with him to have your phone back? itâs yours! but knowing chenle, he always wants to gain something from any situation.Â
âthatâs ridiculous,â you scoff, but heâs absolutely serious â despite the smile on his lips.Â
âdo you want your phone back?â he asks more sternly to which you grumble a âyesâ. âiâll let you have it if you accept to be a little nicer to me.â
âwhat?â you laugh, ânicer to you? as if you deserve it. eat shit.â you head for the door of your bedroom, and chenle pulls you right back to him, not wanting you to go away from him.Â
âoh, come on,â he whispers beside your ear, his arm going around your waist, âquit being a bitch and play with me,â he proposes and you feel yourself immediately melting down. how can he be so tempting?
you try to resist anyway, removing his grip from around your body. âchenle,â you scold, âthatâs not the moment.â
but he brings you against him once again, putting his face beside yours, his lips touching the shell of your ear. âitâs fine, your momâs out at work and my dadâs dead asleep upstairs,â he insists, but itâs yet not enough to make you give up. âiâll fucking shatter your phone against the wall if you keep being a petty whore,â he grits through his teeth and you know that his threat is very real.Â
youâre no stranger to chenleâs ruthless way of fucking â pitiless he is, but evil he is even more, and you get to experience it everytime he catches you between his claws. sharp, mean claws that leave your skin bruised. marks that you have to explain to your friends, inventing an imaginary boyfriend whoâs filthy in the bedroom.Â
âyouâre only good for taking cock.â his breath hits the side of your face, his voice harsh like the hands gripping your hips. âyou donât care if itâs your brotherâs, as long as itâs in your stupid fucking cunt, right?â he chuckles, pounding you from behind, having the familiar sight of your head buried into your pillows in front of him.Â
you only muster out a âshut upâ out of your mouth, and as unconvincing as you sound with teary eyes, you truly want him to stop talking so much.Â
chenle only looks more pleased. no matter the amount of tears you cry, he knows you like it, and this little fact is enough to make him have the upper hand on you. he always does.
he tugs on your hair, lifting your head from the pillows. âyou can tell me to shut up how many times you want, sweetheart, youâll still cum around my cock like the fucking slut you are,â he states, shoving your face back into the cushions, your tears leaving wet patches on the fabric.Â
you cry out when he hits the sensitive spot inside of you, his grip on your hair remaining and making your scalp burn badly.Â
âstop whining so loudly, you donât want my dad to find us like this, do you?â chenle slaps your ass with his palm as a warning and you shake your head the best you can. âgood because iâll have to shut you up myself, and i know how much you hate when i do that, hm?â
there are plenty of things you hate about chenle, but this is surely the one you hate the most, and he knows it because you didnât talk to him for days after that. and so knowing better than to piss him off, you keep your lips sealed shut.
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A (not so) helping hand
Ennoshita and your son surprise you for Mother's Day, for my Parenting event<3
requested by @ennoshitas-princess. word count; 589 â f!reader
Your husband didnât stand a chance trying to hide his Motherâs Day plans from you.
You see, your son was a mommaâs boy and told you everything like he was the physical version of a gossip magazine from the day his dad said they were going to surprise you.
This is why you understood exactly what was happening when Kiyoko asked you out for lunch on the date that just so happened to be Motherâs Day. Your husband was going to set everything up and needed you out of the house. Lucky for him, you happily played along.
Unfortunately, no amount of snitching could have prepared you to come home to a broken glass vase shattered all over the floor, a cake face down on the floor and the fire alarm going off in the kitchen while your toddler cried into his fatherâs shoulder as he tried to get the alarm off the ceiling to turn it off.
âChikara?â
Ennoshita glanced over his shoulder with a sheepish smile. âHappy Motherâs Day!â
5 minutes priorâŠ
Ennoshita hummed softly under his breath with a content smile, dressed in one of his dress shirts that you especially liked while he put the finishing touches on the cake. As it was done, he picked it up to move it to the dining table, glancing around for his kid but mostly focusing on the cake.
âNugget! Thereâs some leftover cream, will you help me finish it?â he offered, hoping his voice would find the toddler somewhere in the living room. However, he didnât expect to see your son carrying a glass vase filled with the flowers your husband got you for today, still bound up in plastic because he knew you liked preparing them yourself.
Your son did not know that and probably tried to prepare it for you, but how he wobbled on his feet made it really scary to watch him carry such a frail glass object.
âCareful!â Ennoshita yelled, and the cake fell from his hands as he reached for his son the same second the toddler dropped the vase. It shattered on impact, being quite thin and dainty, but Ennoshita had sprung into action quickly enough to get his son off the floor before he could trip onto the shards. He had him in a tight grip by each of his armpits, breathing heavily before pulling him to his chest, assuring himself that his baby was safe and sound.
âSorry, Daddy. Can I still have the rest of the cream?â he asked, his guilty look familiar by now. Ennoshita sighed and turned around to see that the cake had indeed fallen face down. Lucky him.
And just as he was about to try and do something about it, his nose picked up a sharp smell of⊠smoke.
âOh no, no, no!â Not letting go of his son, he ran into the kitchen where the cookies were burnt in the oven, so he quickly turned it off, opening the hatch and then the window, hoping it wouldnât set off the-
Beep, beep, beep.
âŠfire alarm.
As his son started wailing in tune with the alarm, tears from all the things happening at once streaming down his face to mix with snot and drip onto his nice shirt, Ennoshita tried to reach up high enough to bring the alarm down.
The only thing that could make this worse, not including anyone getting hurt, was if you came home earlyâŠ
âChikara?â
Ennoshita glanced over his shoulder with a sheepish smile. âHappy Motherâs Day!â
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for the requester: thank you for requesting!! Iâm sorry itâs not too fluffy but Iâm sure you had a nice evening after you two cleaned everything up<3
thank you @cottonlemonade for helping me with this idea<33
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Khaledâs Backstory, Part 2: Growing Pains
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Happy Birthday Khaled! This is the part where your backstory starts to go downhill. Thank you @generic-whumperz and @whumped-by-glitter for beta reading this!
TW/CW: death of a family member, aftermath of death of a family member
Language Note: The Urdu words I used were learned through reading multiple language-learning blogs, culture blogs, Reddit, and of course, the ol' reliable Google Translate. If I misrepresented any of the expressions (which is extremely likely) please let me know as civilly as possible, because I'd rather know than not know.
Khaled stared at the freshly filled-in earth, his swollen red eyes blurring as he took in the finality of it. The mourners had finally started dissipating, leaving only Abdul Bakhshâs widow and children at the grave. A large, heavyset man with glasses came up to him and his mother, expressing his condolences, and extending a surprising offer.
âYour father and I were good friends,â he began, addressing Khaled directly. âHe would want his family provided for. So, whenever you can manage it, youâre more than welcome to work at my cafĂ©, if youâd like.â
The teenager blinked up at him confusedly. âMe? W-Why?â
âYouâre the next man in the family,â the friend explained, âyou have three younger siblings to look after, and your mum canât do it alone with only her meager salary.â
He was completely right. Almost instantly, Khaled could feel the weight of these newfound responsibilities settle on his shoulders.
âMuhammad, this is not a good time-â his mother began to intervene.
âAmmi, itâs okay,â he interrupted. Mum glanced at him hesitantly, but ultimately backed off. Khaled faced the man again, all serious as he said, âIâll think about it, sir. Thank you for looking out for us.â
And thatâs how he ended up here, now, wiping down tables with a wet dish rag. He had quit school after the academic year was up, going full time at Mr. Saeedâs cafĂ© as soon as he could. He mostly washed dishes or cleaned up after customers, five days of the week from noon to ten in the evening. He didnât make much money, but, after an entire year of buffing coffee stains out of linoleum countertops, heâd like to think this little job was helping his family in some way.
The bell above the shop dinged, and he waved to the new customers that entered. His old friends, Tariq, Imran, and Muhammad, waved back, all smiles as they jostled up to the counter and placed their orders. They took a seat at the table Khaled had finished cleaning up, asking about him and how his family was doing.
âTheyâre great, theyâre fine,â he replied. âYusuf and Ayesha are still in school, and theyâre finally stepping up and helping me and Ammi with the twins!â
âThatâs great!â Tariq exclaimed. âItâs about time they pitched in!â
âIt canât have been easy to parent your little sisters all the time,â Imran commented.
Khaled briefly recalled late nights of emotions running high, of careless words being thrown about, and of him having an emotional breakdown in front of his siblings. âIâm not Dad!â he screamed at them. âIâm sorry that Iâm not doing things exactly like he used to do them, but nobody is more aware of the fact that Iâm not him than me!â And while his emotional outburst earned him a serious talking-to from his mother, it seemed that Yusuf, Ayesha, and the twins were much more forgiving of his shortcomings after that.
âNever mind Khaledâs troubles, what about ours? What even is this shit?â Muhammad groaned as he stared at his calculus homework.
Khaled peeked over his shoulder and let out a shudder.
Imran caught his subtle reaction and smiled bitterly. âYouâre lucky you dropped out when you did,â he said. âThis coursework is so hard! I mean, just look at my literature homework!â He rifled through his bag before he pulled out a thin paperback book and a double-sided sheet of follow-up questions.
âHow much of it do you have to read?â
âAll of it.â
âAll of it?!â
A moist towel whipped at Khaledâs head, bringing his attention to somewhere behind him as the towel smacked him with a wet thwack! Hamza, an older employee, glared at him from behind the service counter. âYou want to socialize, do that on your break, Khaled!â he reminded him.
âYes, sir!â Khaled replied, although it physically pained him to call the annoying nineteen-year-old âsir.â He quickly made his excuses to his friends and left them to do their homework in peace.
A few more regulars walked in after his friends had left: the real estate agent who always ordered a double espresso, the lawyer who constantly smelled of tobacco smoke, the university students who also came to do their homework there. They even got a few first-time customers, locals and tourists alike. There was one girl who walked into their cafĂ© near the end of the day, wearing a magenta pink kurta and blue jeans with sandals. A cream-colored dupatta was wrapped around her graceful neck. She ordered a latte and sat down in one of the booths by the window, scrolling through her phone as she waited. She was the most beautiful girl Khaled had ever seen. Long, glossy, dark brown hair cascaded in loose ringlets down her back, and, as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, he caught a glimpse of electrifying blue eyes underneath thick eyelashes. She looked up from her phone, and for a moment, blue eyes locked with brown. Khaled couldnât help but feel a flush of heat spread over his face, despite standing directly beneath the ceiling fan. The girl waved a hand at him in greeting and smiled. She smiled at him. Khaled could hear his heart threatening to break out of his ribcage.
He received another wet towel slap to the head, and a reminder not to openly gape at the customers. He shook his head and blinked a few times to reorient himself, then collected the rest of the used mugs to take back to the kitchen.
He saw the girl around the cafĂ© quite a few times after that. About a month later, he was lucky enough to take an order out to her, and then another, and then a few more. He became addicted to her smile, to her laugh, to her. The girl âShaziaâwas enough for him to stay behind off-hours and learn how to use the milk foamer. Seeing her light up and hearing her beautiful laugh when she saw his happy face latte art was the best fifteenth birthday present he couldâve ever asked for.
A week after he presented his latte art, she had asked to talk to him during his break. So, there they sat, at her usual booth near the window, talking about anything and everything as she drank her falooda and he collected her empty glass when she was done. And one breakâs worth of talking together quickly became a routine whenever Shazia came to visit.
âI donât know, doesnât it seem kind of odd that a grown woman is expressing interest in Khaled, of all people?â Hamza mused one night as the boys were going through closing tasks at the end of the night.
ââGrown woman?â Sheâs like, eighteen,â Khaled argued, leaning against his broom as he took a break from sweeping the floor. âThatâs only three years older than me, and a year and a half younger than you.â
âPay him no mind, Khaled,â Kamran, the other employee, smirked. He inverted chairs on top of freshly cleaned tables, clearing the way before Khaled could sweep the floor underneath. âHeâs just jealous,â he taunted, earning a sour glare from the boy setting up the coffee machine for the next morning.
âIâm not jealous!â Hamza defended.
âBoys! Am I paying you to talk, or am I paying you to work?!â their employer snapped, coming back with an empty cash drawer after doing the final count for the day. All three employees offered their apologies and quickly got back to their given tasks. Mr. Saeed rolled his eyes. âChalo, chalo, the sooner we wrap this up, the sooner all of us can go home!â
To Khaledâs surprise, Shazia was waiting outside the cafĂ© as he stepped out after closing. He waved at her, smiling, yet confused. âWhat are you doing here? Not that I donât mind seeing you,â he clarified, âbut, itâs late, and youâre alone. Donât you have family that will worry?â
âKhaled, itâs fine, I just wanted to see you after work, thatâs all!â she explained.
She wanted to see me? Me? He couldnât help the smile that grew on his face. He looked back smugly at his older coworkers. Hamza glared back in poorly disguised envy, and Kamran threw him two thumbs up. âI âuh, sure! Yeah, okay,â he chuckled.
They walked from the cafĂ© to a brightly lit storefront, where Shazia and Khaled briefly bickered over who was going to pay for the kulfis they selected. âBut, I should pay, Iâm a man!â he insisted.
âNo, youâre fifteen.â
âYeah, exactly! Wait-â Khaled paused, giving Shazia enough time to pay for their treats.
âIâll be honest, Khaled,â Shazia began as they walked out of the store with kulfis in hand, âI waited for you tonight because I actually wanted to ask a favor of you.â
Khaled perked up, pausing mid-lick with his tongue millimeters from the icy treat before him. âMe?â He committed to the lick, then composed himself. âWhat do you mean?â he asked.
She threw her hair back over her shoulder, making micro adjustments to get it out of the way of her face. âYou see, Iâm a model, or at least I plan to be.â
âMakes sense, youâre definitely pretty enough to be a model.â Her laughter made Khaled blush red as he realized he had voiced that thought out loud.
âThank you, thatâs very sweet of you!â She took a few licks of her kulfi before continuing. âSo, I was going to do a photoshoot tomorrow with my photographer, my agent, and a friend of mine to round out my portfolio, but my friend just said heâd come down with a cold, and now he canât make it tomorrow,â she explained.
âOh, thatâs awful, Iâm sorry. Can you carry on without him, though?â Khaled asked.
Shazia shook her head and sighed. âWeâre doing a sports-themed photoshoot, and it wouldnât look right if it was just me kicking around the football. SoâŠâ she hesitated, before shyly asking, â...would you mind filling in for my friend tomorrow?â
Khaledâs brain bluescreened, taking a second to reboot as Shazia tried to further persuade him. âIt would only take an hour or two at most, you would be paid for your time, and my photographer and agent will make sure itâs fun for both of us-â
Khaledâs lips widened in a smile. âIâll do it!â he decided. She couldâve told him it would take five hours in the freezing rain and heâd still be down for spending more time with her. âWhere, and what time?â he asked eagerly.
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Most of my sinus infection has cleared up besides the occasional cough and irritated throat but now this ear infection.... everything hurts can I please have a break before I have to go back to work just a day without pain so I can clean up my sicknest without feeling like ass
#i live with my parents but my mom is having a horrible flair up of RA so she's bedbound and can't help me at all and dad is the only one#the only one working atm so he's not doing anything besides that#its just a little frustrating because whenever mom is sick from her flare ups or if dad gets the sniffles im like#I'm like what can i do for you are you comfortable do you need anything can i make you food let me clean up etc#but when i go down for 3 days of being visibly miserable everything i ask is the world#ask dad to pick up my perscription but god forbid i ask him to do any other task on the way home that involves making 2 SEPARATE LOCATIONS#ita fine hes just. idk#plus mom has her RA flare up and idk#it just feels like nobody in this house is particularly sympathetic when im feeling miserable but im ALWAYS sympathetic when they are#the first 2 days i was doing nothing but sleeping or rolling in pain in my room and no one came to check in on me to see how i was doing#then yesterday my mom says shes taking us both into urgent care but leaves without me in the morning when i was too sick to wake up when she#called for me.#she was like I just really was in so much pain and you didnt get up and i wanted to go asap and i called you#anyway so because i was so sick i couldnt wake up i had to drive myself to urgent care which is also fine im a big boy#anyway. circumstances or whatever. im also real salty bc ive felt like shit for like 4 days
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My dad has bees. Today, I went to his house and he showed me all the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off a 5-gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.
I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.
Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey collection, there were bees flying all over outside.
We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies. We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.
When it was time for me to leave, we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.
Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.
Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates.
We could all learn a thing or two from these bees.
Bee kind always.
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... hubby!Gojo with a huge breeding kink who just obsesses over you when you're ovulating and can't think about anything else but fucking a baby into your hips.
+ warnings; mdni, breeding kink, some dumbification
+ an; I literally had this idea in my drafts for a year... đł
Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, maybe it's just because he's got heightened senses, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can smell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on â of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.
"Oh, you're ovulating." he notes after sniffing your skin... and you do a double take like he's insane. Because he is insane â you married a madman.
He pays closer attention to your cycle than you do, reminding you to mark down when you get your period, and coddling you in the days leading up to ovulation.
"Satoru, it's just an estimation." you tell him, but he's got a glow in his eyes when he sees your period tracker app telling him that today's your most fertile day â if he cums in you today, it's basically guaranteed.
He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep with his thick cock, going harder on your poor hole than he normally does â grunting more than he normally does, throbbing more than he normally does... like it just awakens something primal in him, and now he's obsessively fucking you like he has no other purpose but to breed his sweet little wife.
"Nn! Satoruuu!" you whine and paw at his torso, your walls overwhelmed by the pressure of his cock splitting you open.
"Yes babyyy?" he coos, giving you a crooked, blissed-out smile as he tilts his head.
There's sweat dripping off his abs, his pink nipples are hard, his biceps are twitching, and he's running one hand through his dampened white hair as he stills inside you for a moment.
"'s too deep! T-too big!" you moan lewdly, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.
"...aw, I know I'm just too big for ya, huh?" he coos cockily; hearing you tell him that he's 'too big' never gets old.
He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised â "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.
After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a marathon, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.
He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. He really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs â pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex â there's a definite difference in the cute, snuggly sex and the literal breeding sessions no matter how much he plays it off.
"Satoru... my legs are still weak after this morning, give me a break, will you?"
"Aw come on, this is an innocent request... and if babymaking happens, it happens..." he mutters the last part under his breath.
"You're crazy."
But you know you're gonna fall for it after you take one look at his rock-hard, juicy pink, dummy big cock and those breeder balls.
He just beams victoriously when you hop over to him like a little bunny.
Satoru's pushes into you as deep as your pussy allows him, and then some more just to pressure your deepest spot, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you look, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing that he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect; thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, perfect just like he is â the cocky bastard.
When his creampies makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it.
"Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant.
He just looks up at you, face hardly an inch away, and asks a dumb, smiley "D'you feel pregnant?" ... as if it happens so fast.
"Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure â that was a joke, that was a joke! Nn! Satoru!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.
And oh god Satoru loves sliding back in for round twos. The smell of sex and cum wafting up and hitting his nose just makes him plunge back into your cum-filled little hole with only one thing in mind and that is breeding you 'till you're stuffed to the max.
"Come on, y' gonna be a good wifey for me and get knocked up?" he rasps against your ear, thrusting his cock up into your sensitive spots until his creampies turn into whipped cream, frothed up and milky-white and smeared on your pussy lips.
Like the nasty boy he is (and always has been, even before marriage), Satoru forces your head down and makes you watch him fuck his dummy big cock into you.
"Yeah, watch that cock fill you up... look at all my cum leaking out..." he tuts, "... don't be so wasteful, baby... oh well, 'm gonna fuck it back into you anyways. Come on, let me in deeper â aw, what's wrong?" he coos when you claw at his meaty bicep.
"'toruuu, so deep! Y-you're so fucking deep, I can't think..."
His heart pangs when he hears you complain about being too stuffed, "Oh baby you don't need to think, just lay there and let me put a baby in your sweet pussy â gonna fuck you so dumb, the only name you'll remember is mine."
Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM, and you swat him for being a horny idiot â but it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much cum for you." he tells you and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as an innocent man, because his thick boner is grinding hard and hot between your plush lips.
You can bet you'll probably only get to sleep when the birds are chirping, 'cause your hubby's balls are too heavy and full of cum and he needs to drain himself inside you â oh, and you can also bet that afterwards he will be sleeping like a princess, clinging to you with his face snuggled into your tummy.
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how many aura points did my dad lose when he self-harmed (cut his inner arms up with a razor blade) and came upstairs to show me IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARDS and to ask for help cleaning them up (he was trying to emotionally manipulate me to feel bad for him so i wouldn't side with my mom during their divorce)
#like!!!!#what!!!#he even asked my sister to leave the room bc she's sensitive to blood#i asked him why was asking me for help and he said 'u know how to clean up wounds right'#like yes but??? YOU DO TOO??? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ALIVE???#and don't feel bad for him please. he took a sledgehammer and smashed up our front walkway because my mom picked the flagstone without him#and he was pissed about it#he also threatens to kill our cat. he also threatened to 'chop up' and 'hack to pieces' a new cat if we dare to adopt one#he's also drunk 24/7#and DRIVES drunk knowingly. yes i've called the cops on him.#he verbally threatens me to not tell my mom when i catch him drinking or he'll kill me#he's also stocking up on weapons. he's always owned some but he's buying more. so genuinely if i disappear it was my dad#he's not happy that my mom is divorcing him and his behavior is escalating#he took a sledgehammer to a sidewalk and threatens to kill us and our cat#so seriously. if something happens to me. it was my dad.#tw self harm#tw sh#tw cutting#trigger warning self harm#trigger warning sh#trigger warning cutting#tw abuse#tw animal abuse#tw animal cruelty#please let me know if you want me to add any more trigger warnings
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I fucking HATE creepy crawlies
#I'd say âbugsâ but I like butterflies and moths#And also I also have problems with spiders#I'm just. So tired of getting jumpscared by a huge thing with too many legs that moves too quietly#Was in the middle of dinner and just#A roach. About three inches long. Scurries on the wall across from me. Perches up on the dishes on the drying rack#Yesterday there was a spider the size of my fingernails in my shower#Thankfully I found it before going in#The other day my sister found a roach in the shower too and she wasn't as lucky to find it before going in#We usually get the house sprayed against these things because we live ground floor with a big yard with lots of plants#This happens every year#But guess what! We didn't do anything in winter! So they're showing up too early to get spray in#That's not even mentioning the actual literal rats#Like. Not cute rats. Feral street rats the length of my arm that carry disease#I hate living here#The weather is always bad and the pests are just about anything that can be pests#We have rats and bugs and spiders and pidgeons and stray cats and newts#I'd take bears rummaging in my building's trash over this shit#At least the bear I can hear before it's standing right in front of me#At least I can see what the bear is gonna do#At least if the bear tries to crawl all over me it's just gonna kill me instead of the feeling of BUGS#I hate this#And I couldn't even finish my dinner because I got too nauseous and lost my appetite when I looked at it#And then I asked my dad to help me clean up because what if there's another one in the trash??#And I don't know if he did and what if my uncleaned dinner attracts more of them#Fuck#No I legit hate this#And I hate that I can't function around bugs#Like how am I meant to move out and live alone? What if a roach comes to my apparentment?#I can't handle this. If a bug showed up and I was alone I'd leave the house#I'd take my phone and leave
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I love how anytime I try to sit down and write someone has something for me to do.
#My dad is a workoholic#constantly working on home improvement projects#I always get dragged into things#almost always without warnings#i dont have a job and live with my parents#i get disability payments#living on my own is impossible for many reasons#mostly financially because i have sat down and tried to figue out how to#my parents helped me with numbers but i cant#i pay my parents rent. I do the shopping for the house. I meal plan. I cook the meals. I make sure the dogs are taken care of.#I clean the house. my dad never cleans up after himself if he does its a miracle. I do the laundry for everyone.#i love when my dad goes to work because i feel a sense of freedom because who freaking knows what his massive plans are.#my mom hates when he calls off work too.#but even with my mom working from home...I still get asked to make her coffee and make her lunch.#im expected to jump up and do what they say but god forbid i ask them to look at my car that i need for dr appointments and errands#they complain about the rest of the family asking for hand outs but what do they do when they demand my time#i wish i could get away for a few weekends. I say weekends because i used to stay at other family memebers house and my dad hated me gone#he had to buy all the food because my mom wouldn't cook and he admitted he even got hangry at one point.#i know they need me but i dont think they even comprehend what i do for them.
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ââ â it's sticky, toshi... â
ᯠâ€ïžââ§âș...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink
ᯠâ€ââ§âș...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming
ᯠâ€ââ§âș...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!
ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.
what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.
sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.
afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.
it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.
"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."
eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.
you start by just asking if heâd want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying youâd make him a dad one day.
but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.
what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.
however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.
"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."
"..."
"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"
he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.
next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.
"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"
you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.
he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.
"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."
it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times heâs emptied his load into you, but he still isnât stopping, no, he can't. itâs leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.
"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.
âi...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practiceâŠthat iâd fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.
"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?â
with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.
ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.
but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he canât anymore.
ushijima canât stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.
ât-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.â
âI know, baby, Iâll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you canât take anymore.â
fuck, heâs so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.
âmm, fuck, thatâs right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised youâd make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.â
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Bedridden
If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man. đđŠâ€ïžâđ„
Joel is sick and refuses to rest, so you knock him out the best way you know how. (5.4k)
Tags - smut, lotsa sexual tension, blow jobs, pussy pronouns, teasing, fingering, unprotected piv, riding the sick old manâs cock, creampie, non-graphic descriptions of being sick. JOEL DOES THE DAD SNEEZE. coughing, fevers. Thatâs all. Joel is stubborn and grumpy while you take care of his old as fuck ass. Arguing with the old man, forcing the old man to bathe, forcing the old man to eat and drink, forcing a thermometer in the old manâs mouth. Joel bitching you out the whole time. Joel is kind of exactly like Dennis in IASIP when the gang gets quarantined. Fic Help - My usuals! @beefrobeefcal, your unhinged comments on the doc were the best part. and @endlessthxxghts thank you for your help <3 A/N - Heyyyyyyy. I promised this fic yesterday and then didnât deliver. Sorry. It just needed to marinate in the doc a little longer or something. Itâs been a bullshit ass few days and Iâm,,,,handling it. Anyway, Iâve been sick as balls so thatâs how this fic came about. Everybody wash your hands đ§Œ
Thereâs a fine point late in the year, right after summer turns to fall. You can fall asleep with the window over your bed cracked open just an inch to let the crisp, cool air blow over your face as you cocoon yourself in blankets. In the mornings you wake to that same breeze and the birds chirping, though less and less as they fly south for the upcoming winter.Â
Not this morning, though. This morning, youâre awoken by a chesty, hacking cough coming from outside your window. You sigh as you get out of bed and push the curtains away from the window to get a better look at what the hell is going on out there.Â
And itâs just your neighbor, Joel. You should have guessed itâd be him, you heard his earth shattering, deafening sneeze the other day when you waved to him as you walked by his house. Joel waved back at you with the same hand he sneezed into. Ew.Â
Everyoneâs getting sick lately, it goes around quickly in Jackson. Always does - it starts with the kids and works its way through the community, and a good four to six weeks are filled with endless sneezing and coughing and mucus.
Joelâs coughing up his lungs as he rakes up the leaves in your yard, a job heâs seemingly assigned himself, because you sure as shit didnât ask him to do this. He has a habit of taking on your chores and home maintenance out of his own frustration.Â
You pull a robe over your pajamas and slide on a pair of slippers, then leave out of the front door to greet Joel. âGood morning, Joel.âÂ
Joel clears his throat. âSâactually noon, lazy ass. âBout time ya woke up.â
âWanna tell me what youâre doing?â
âExactly what it looks like.â He sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve. Gross. âMâworkinâ.âÂ
âYeah, I see that. But you sound sick.âÂ
Joel ignores the accusation, âYour yard looks like shit, by the way,â he says. ïżœïżœWouldnât kill ya to rake once in a while. âStead of makinâ me do it.âÂ
âYou choose to do this. I donât make you do anything,â you argue, rolling your eyes. Itâs funny, though. Joelâs turning into the caricature of the old man angrily shaking his fist at kids playing on his lawn. All crotchety and pissed off about nothing. You step closer to him and wrap your hand around the handle of the rake, pulling it towards yourself. âBesides, Mother Nature put those leaves there for a reason,â you add.Â
âSure, smartass. For you to ignore and for me to clean up. Now, give it,â Joel tugs the rake back. Whatever. You let him. Joel rakes more of your leaves into the pile heâs created, then doubles over in another coughing fit. You rub your palm on his back, patting him gently. Heâs sweating through his flannel. âOh, Christ. Fuck me.âÂ
âJoel, you look awful.â
You help him stand up, âYouâre a terrible flirt, darlinâ,â Joel replies dryly. But he knows youâre not wrong. He saw in the mirror how pale he looked this morning, the dark circles around his eyes.Â
âOh, shut up.â You press the back of your hand against Joelâs forehead, all sweaty and warm. âYouâre burning up, Joel. Youâre sick.âÂ
âI am not sick,â Joel protests through another cough. âIâm fine. How âbout you worry âbout yourself âstead of fussinâ over me.â
âYouâre hacking up a lung in my yard. Iâll worry about you all I want, thank you.â
In response, Joel grumbles something you canât quite make out. You roll your eyes and take the rake from him, dropping it on the grass. âMy rake,â Joel murmurs, annoyed and defeated. With your work clearly cut out for you, you take his hand and lead him into your house. âAw, hell. Whatâre you doinâ to me.âÂ
âTaking care of you,â you reply.
âDidnât sign up for this bullshit,â Joel complains. âI donât need takinâ care of.â
Oh, heâs a peach. Most men, when sick, are total babies - pathetically crying about their headaches and stomachaches to women who deal with the same symptoms on a monthly basis. Itâs charming, truly. But not Joel, though. In his stubbornness, Joel refuses to ever admit when heâs sick, like heâs got something to prove. Can never let himself be taken care of, because thatâs his job - to take care of others. Always has been.Â
Once inside, you have Joel take off his boots, then usher him to the bathroom with a hand on his back, his flannel damp with sweat. âSit.â You reach for Joelâs shoulders and push him down, forcing him onto the lidded toilet. You crouch down at the bathtub and plug the drain with the stopper, then turn the water on - not too hot, not too cold. âYeah, this is good. Thisâll make you feel so much better.âÂ
âOh, câmon. Turn off the damn water. Iâm not takinâ a bath.âÂ
âYou are, too.âÂ
âAm not.âÂ
âJoel,â you bite. Joel parrots your name back in the same threatening tone.
âWeâre breaking that fever one way or another, Joel. So you bathe yourself, or Iâll do it.âÂ
Joel cocks an eyebrow. âOh, will ya, now?â
You go quiet, no retort to his comment. Heat rises to your cheeks and you focus on the bathtub filling with water to avoid Joelâs taunting gaze. After a long enough silence passes, Joel changes the subject. âI donât have any clean clothes, yâknow.âÂ
âThen Iâll grab you some from your house,â you mumble.
âMm,â Joel grunts. âGot an answer for everything, donâtcha?â
You glare. Joel glares too. You fold your arms across your chest and raise your eyebrows at him. You are not losing this battle.Â
Joel sighs in defeat. âAlright, go on anâ get, then. Iâll take the fuckinâ bath if itâll get me fifteen minutes away from you obsessinâ over me. There. Happy?âÂ
âHappy.â
You leave Joel in the bathroom to bathe himself, closing the door behind you. Still wearing nothing but pajamas and a robe, you change quickly into a hoodie and jeans, then leave through your front door for the second time.
Joelâs house is right next to yours, so itâs not a long walk. Mentally, youâre kicking yourself for your stupid threat to bathe Joel. The way he responded to it, âOh, will ya?â and how bashful that made you, the embarrassment written all over your face in big, black, permanent marker. Your crush on the older man is obvious, and Joel, never the gentleman, will jump at any opportunity to make you squirm. Like when he catches your eyes lingering on him for a little too long, heâll tease you for it. âSârude to stare, yâknow,â heâll taunt, always with that stupid fucking grin on his face. Smile lines framing his cheeks, crows feet handsomely peeking at the corners of his eyes. You really need to stop setting yourself up for these things.Â
Once in Joelâs house, you head upstairs for his bedroom and rifle through his dresser drawers for some comfy clothes. You pick out a pair of plaid boxers, some gray sweatpants, and a navy waffle-knit henley. You bunch up his clothes and inhale, Joelâs natural smell still lingering in the clothes, even washed.Â
In his kitchen, you notice some vegetables sitting out on his countertops. Carrots, potatoes, onions. You grab those too, then check the fridge for leftover chicken or turkey or something. He usually has some, and usually brings it to you after heâs had his fill. âThis is for you, trouble. Cause yâdonât eat enough,â heâll gruff. âWould you like me to heat it up for ya?â And whether you say yes or no, he always does. It seems to make him happy or fulfill him somehow, so you let him take care of you like that. If only heâd let you return the favor.
Bingo. Thereâs chicken in old Tupperware right on the top shelf, and yesterdayâs date written in Joelâs terrible handwriting from an old, dried up Sharpie. You take that too, then go back home.Â
You leave Joelâs food you stole on the kitchen table and stop at your linen closet for a fresh towel. You knock on the bathroom door, âJoel?â
âYeah, darlinâ.â
âI have your clothes. And a towel.â
âGood. I need those,â Joel says. âCâmon in, then.âÂ
You open the door, averting your eyes from Joelâs naked body in the bathtub. âRelax. Mânot gonna let you see somethinâ you ainât âsposed to.â Heâs got his hands covering his manhood, the rest of himself on display - toned biceps, veined forearms. His belly is pillowy and hairy and his legs look so long, all bare like this. His toes peeking out of the soapy bathwater. You set the towel and his clothes down on the toilet, stealing an even longer look at him when you think he doesnât notice. âI see ya snoopinâ, trouble. Wanna take a picture?â
You roll your eyes and ignore the offer, turning your attention to Joel but keeping your eyes focused on his face. His hair is slicked back, and his grays pop out against the rest of his dark hair, little ringlet curls at his neck. The asshole is criminally handsome.Â
âAre you feeling better?â
âI feel fine. Like Iâve felt all day,â Joel lies. His body betrays him instantly when another cough wracks through him.Â
âRight. Well, you smell better, at least.âÂ
Joel rolls his eyes, âNice one, sweetheart. Thanks. Now scram, so I can get dressed.âÂ
You leave the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself again. You can hear the sound of the bathtub draining and Joel getting out of the tub as you stop at the linen closet again, this time grabbing some queen sized sheets and pillowcases.Â
In your living room, you pull some cushions off of your sofa and pull out the built-in bed, then dress it with the sheets and an old floral quilt. You cover your own pillows in the pillowcases, then fluff them nicely and set them up for Joel, whoâs leaving the bathroom now, combing his hair back.
âStole your comb,â he says, tossing it for you to catch. He stops in the living room and looks at the pull-out bed that you made up, the corners of the sheets tucked in and everything. âThe hellâs all this?â
âExactly what it looks like,â You mock his words from earlier. âYour bed.â
âYouâre beinâ ridiculous. I ainât even sick.â
You ignore Joel and point to the bed. âGet in.â
Joel rolls his eyes but gets in the bed anyway, springs squeaking under his weight. âMânot gettinâ in this bed âcause Iâm sick or âcause youâre makinâ me. Just feel like sittinâ.âÂ
âSure, Joel,â you sigh. âHow much water have you had today?â
âPlenty.â
âHow much is plenty?â
âItâs enough,â he snaps impatiently. You leave him just for a second to fill a glass with some water, then bring it to him. Joel pushes the glass away, âI said Iâve had enough.âÂ
âIâll decide whatâs enough, now hereââ you put the glass into his hand, âDrink.âÂ
Joel drinks the entirety of the glass, glaring at you the entire time. Good god, if looks could fucking kill. The cool water soothes his scratchy, sore throat, but Joel wonât tell you that. âYouâre a tyrant, sweetheart,â he tells you, voice raspy and low. What he doesnât tell you, however, is that if the shoe were on the other foot and you were the sick one right now, he'd be just as overbearing over your health. Probably worse.Â
You pout mockingly at Joel as you take his glass. âStay here. Donât get up.âÂ
You get up from the bed to go into the kitchen and begin preparing a soup for Joel to soothe his aching throat. You start by dicing onions, then chopping some carrots. You toss them in a large pot with some butter, letting the vegetables soften. Youâve even got some leftover bread you made yesterday, so you turn on your oven to heat it up. You can hear Joel getting restless, tossing and turning in the less than comfortable bed. Probably should have turned on a movie for him, left him a book or something to occupy his restless mind. âYou okay?â
âMâfine. Mind your business.âÂ
You open Joelâs Tupperware and chop up his chicken into little bits. When you look up, Joelâs out of bed. You scoff. Heâs forcing open your window, grunting as it squeaks. âJoel, what did I tell you? Get your ass back in that bed.â
âRelax, would ya? Mâtryinâ to get some air in here.â Joel successfully forces the window open, and cool air blows into your tediously warmed home. âHouse is a fuckinâ oven.â
âYeah, well, thatâs probably your fever talking, dumbass. Put my window down.âÂ
âI really outta fix this window for ya. Ainât good to leave it like this. Iâll get my tools anâ Iââ
You march across the kitchen and into the living room, knife in hand and using it to point to the bed. âJoel.â
âYou scare me,â Joel mumbles, raising his arms in surrender. He closes the sticky window for you, then you march him back to the pullout. Before Joel lays down, he glances in the kitchen at what youâve been cooking. He heard the sounds of you chopping, but with his nose all congested he canât smell enough to hazard a guess as to what youâve been making. Joel narrows his eyes at the stolen Tupperware on your table, the carrots and onion peels to the side, and recognizes it all as his. âIs that myâŠ?âÂ
âJust lay down, Joel.âÂ
âDid you take that from my fridge?âÂ
âI did.â
Youâre completely shameless about this, thereâs not even a half-assed attempt at lying your way out, and Joelâs beside himself. âYou stole from me, you littleââ You urge Joel into bed, fluffing the pillows behind him as you ignore his tantrum. âYou are unbelievable. I could throttle you, you know that?â
âGo ahead, Joel,â you challenge. A slight breeze could knock this sick old man down to his knees. You tuck Joel into the sheets, then adjust the quilt over him again. And this time before leaving him, you grab an old book of word searches in a basket under an end table. âHere.â You toss it to him along with a dull pencil. That should keep him busy.
Back in the kitchen, youâre still working on Joelâs soup. Itâs bubbling away on the stove, and youâve just finished making egg noodles to make the dish a little heartier. Something to stick to his ribs. It hits you then, that you donât hear sniffling or coughing. Joelâs gone quiet, suspiciously so.Â
And lo and be-fucking-hold, Joelâs up again. This time, with tools. Tools that you donât have, tools that he must have snuck out and grabbed from his home at some point. âJoel!âÂ
âThere,â Joel says, moving your window up and down seamlessly. âWindowâs fixed.âÂ
âHow many times do I have to say it?âÂ
âHow about you try a âthank youâ, huh?â Joel shoots back.
You shoo him back to bed. You slice a bit of warm bread, then ladle some soup into a bowl and bring it to him with a spoon. âEat,â you tell him.Â
Joel eats a spoonful, and itâs written all over his face how much he enjoys it, the warm broth relieving his sore throat. âSo whatâd you poison it with, huh?â
âOh, youâre such a dick.âÂ
Joel smiles, only teasing. âMâsorry. Sâjust that you shouldnât be doinâ all this for me, sâall.â Joel squeezes your knee comfortingly. âThank you. I mean it, darlinâ.â Heâll let you feed him, but no more than that. Youâre too sweet for your own good. âSâgood soup.â
âIâm glad you like it, you asshole.â You smile too, and push some of Joelâs hair out of his face. He finishes his bowl of soup, even has a second one. You take his bowl away and wash it at the sink.
âShould let me do that,â Joel says, following you into the kitchen. âAinât that how it works? One cooks, the other cleans.â Joel bumps you to the side and takes the soapy dish from your hands.
âMaybe another time,â you offer, attempting to take back the bowl. âDonât want your germs on my dinnerware.â But Joel holds on tight, so you let him wash the dish. Since he wants to die on this hill. So you dry your hands, then feel his forehead once again. You frown, displeased that the bath didnât work at curbing his fever at all. Heâs still burning up. âIâll be right back.âÂ
You go to your bathroom and open the cabinet vanity, where you have an old Walgreens thermometer, the paint all smudged off. You wash it with soap and water in the sink, then return to Joel. Amazingly, you find him in the bed doing his word search puzzle, and you didnât even have to tell him to go lay down this time.Â
The bed creaks under you as you sit down next to him. You put his book down, âOpen,â you tell him, thermometer in hand.
âOh, câmon now,â Joel complains. âGet that thermometer outta my face.â Â
You shake your head no, and tug on Joel's chin so that he opens his mouth. You place the thermometer under his tongue and he closes his lips around it, staring daggers at you the entire time thermometer reads his temperature.Â
Heâs so handsome. Big, sparkling brown eyes underneath brows knit together in irritation. Pouting lips. Age looks good on him, perfectly both softens and enhances his rougher edges.
The thermometer beeps. You read the temperature, 102.3°F. Why Joelâs even upright with a fever like this is a mystery, but thatâs men for you. Fucking idiots. âThatâs a hell of a fever youâre running, Joel.â
âYouâre fullâa shit. Gimme that.â Joel sniffles and snatches the thermometer from you to read the number for himself. He shrugs. âSâold. Probably faulty. Canât trust it.â Joel covers his mouth with his elbow and coughs loudly.Â
âYouâre old and faulty too, Joel. Look at you.â You offer him a handkerchief to wipe his nose. âYouâre falling apart.âÂ
Joel scowls at you before blowing his nose. You leave him once more, this time to bring him a cool, damp rag. You press it against his forehead, and Joel closes his eyes. âDoes that feel nice?â
âNo. Quit that.âÂ
But Joelâs body betrays him. Heâs sighing in relief, and his tensed muscles loosen. His breathing, while still shallow, has slowed as much as it can, soft belly rising and falling with steady breaths.
âAre you falling asleep?âÂ
âNo, Iâm not. Mânot tired,â Joel argues. He tries adjusting the now lukewarm rag, warmed by his body heat.
âYou should sleep.â
âNah.â
 You take the damp rag off of Joelâs forehead and flip it so that the cooler side soothes his hot, feverish skin. âYou know, Joel, I think this is why god made women. To take care of stupid, sick men like you.â
âHm. Could be so. But I think he sent you to me as a punishment of sorts.âÂ
âIs that so? A punishment?â
âSâright. Anâ some day, youâll fool some poor man into marryinâ you and heâll have to put up with this same shit the rest of his life. I donât envy that sorry bastard one bit.âÂ
âOh, I know,â you coo, wiping away a droplet of water that rolls down his temple. âYou tell me all about it, Joel. Tell me how terrible it is.â
âOh, I intend to.â Joel continues his tirade, bitching and moaning about how you're doing too much, that none of this is necessary. âQuit fussinâ over meâ and so on.
You know that after this, Joel will try to leave you, go home and fiddle with things in his home that arenât broken - or worse yet, heâll tinker with the things in yours that he deems in need of fixing. Squeaky door, creaky floor panels. You listen to his slight wheezing, his sniffling, his voice all raspy and broken. He really does need to rest, the poor man.Â
If you had cough syrup, youâd use that to put his ass to sleep. But you donât, so you decide to utilize a different technique, one that always successfully incapacitates a man.Â
You remove the damp rag from Joelâs head and set it on the coffee table behind you. Joelâs eyes are shut as he takes shallow breaths, and you trace lazy patterns on his stomach, inching your way down, down, until youâre rubbing his warm bulge, feeling him stiffen beneath your touch. âGoddamnit, what the hell are you doinâ tâme, now?â Joel groans. He takes your wrist and squeezes it gently in his grip.
âNothing, Joel,â you answer innocently.
 âBullshit, itâs - youâre - oh, fuck.â Joel bucks into your palm. You slide your hand beneath his sweatpants to touch his bare cock, amused at how Joel decided against wearing boxers today. âYouâre killinâ me, sweetheart. You gotta, you canâtââ
âShhh,â you hush him. You drag your nails through his patch of coarse hair, playing with those long and wiry hairs. You palm his cock again, half hard and growing harder by the second. Before this goes further, you tug his sweatpants down his thighs. âLift up for me, Joel.â
Joel lifts his hips and you tug his sweats down the rest of the way, then continue touching him. You spit into your hand and pump him from top to bottom, taking special care to gently massage his balls when you reach the base of his cock. âOhh, darlinâ. Oh lord.âÂ
Joelâs stiffened to full length now. You kiss the tip of his cock, all the way down his shaft before licking your way back up, one long, fat stripe. You swirl your tongue around the head and dip your head, teasing him with it as you bob your head up and down, taking more and more of him down your throat with each pass.
Joel moans, his sick voice breaking a little. He keeps a heavy hand on your bobbing hand and wonders what the hell he did to deserve this from you. He should have stopped fighting his sickness long ago if this is what was in the cards for him.Â
Realization dawns on Joel. It all makes sense, why youâre sucking him off at this particular moment. Youâre trying to put him to bed, you goddamn deviant. âYouâre trouble,â he accuses. âI know exactly what youâre doinâ.âÂ
âHmm?â You turn your head to Joel, his cock still in your mouth. You bounce it against your inner cheek, and Joel groans at the lewd image of his cockhead bulging in your mouth.
âYeah,â Joel says. âAnd let me - oh, fuck-â You drop your head low, taking all of him into your mouth. So deep that your nose is buried in his pubic hair. âLet me tell ya, darlinâ, what youâre doin - it ainât gonna work on me.â
You pull off of his cock with a pop. âIt wonât?â
Joel shakes his head. âMm-mm. Youâre wastinâ your time.âÂ
âOh. Well, I should stop, then.âÂ
You begin to pull off of his cock, but Joel forces you back down. âNah, you donât have t - you gotta give it your best shot, right?â
You smile with Joelâs cock in your mouth. What a fucking guy. You pull off of him only momentarily, garnering a protesting groan spilling from his lips. You take off your shirt and unbutton your pants. âLemme help you with that, câmere, darlinâ,â Joel says, pulling your pants and panties down your legs. He unclasps your bra next, then sheds his own clothing.Â
You take him right back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck his length. This time, though, you play with your pussy. As you move up and down Joelâs shaft, you slip through your folds, dipping down to your wet hole to gather your arousal on your fingertips. You circle your clit a couple of times, then push your fingers in and out of your pussy.Â
âYou fuckinâ yourself on your fingers, sweetheart?â
âMm-hm,â you hum, mouth stuffed full of Joelâs cock.
Joel pulls your hand away and replaces your fingers with his own, much thicker and longer ones. âLet me,â he says. âSâmy job. Shouldnât have tâdo that to yourself, âless you wanna. Or if I say so.âÂ
Joel spreads your thighs wider. He moves his pointer and middle fingers up and down, exploring your slick, velvety pussy. He sucks those two fingers and then his thumb and rubs tight circles around the sensitive nub, all swollen and wet with your arousal. You moan at the action, the vibration of your voice traveling right down his shaft and to his balls. He bucks himself into your mouth.
Joel inserts his middle and ring fingers into your pussy, pumping in and out slowly before curling them upward, stroking right where you need him to. âGot a nice fuckinâ pussy,â he purrs with his hoarse, gravelly voice. You pulse around his fingers, and Joel admires the way your tight hole hugs him as he moves in and out of you. âSheâs makinâ such a mess, drippinâ all over me.âÂ
You twist your fist up and down Joelâs shaft as you suck him, working him closer and closer to the edge. Joelâs content with this, the prospect of coming down your throat and fucking you with his fingers. But you have a different idea, and when his balls are tightening and his shaft is twitching, his breathing quickening, you pull off of him.Â
Joel groans in frustration, but his anger is quickly eased when you straddle his hips. You reach between your legs for his cock and stroke it, dragging the tip through your folds, up and down, up and down, dipping it in and out of yourself to tease him. âYouâre fightinâ dirty.âÂ
 Joelâs exercised enough self control today and doesnât let you tease him for long. He puts both of his large, weathered, and masculine hands on your waist and pulls you right down on his cock, the initial penetration causing a stretch so intense you see stars for a second. âOh god, Joel,â you moan, clutching his shoulders.Â
âI know, I know,â Joel whispers, rubbing your back. âYou good, sweetheart? You need a minute?â
 âJust - just a second.â
 âTake your time. Know itâs a lot, youâll get used to it.âÂ
Joel gives you a second, then inches you up and down on his cock to get you adjusted to the sensation of being so full of him. Soon enough, the ache dissipates and is replaced with pleasure, nothing but pure pleasure. You rest against his hot body, rocking your hips to grind against his pubic bone.Â
You know that by the way he bucked his hips into your mouth, how he pulled you down on his cock, how even now he moves you, that heâll tire himself out. Your plan was simply to make him come to knock him out, but this - this works too. Exhaust his body, get yourself off in the process. Killing two birds with one stone.Â
Joel fucks you harder now, hands on your ass to move you up and down on his cock. He bends his legs at the knee for more leverage, bouncing you on his lap. âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he grunts. He moves you so that your chest is right above his face, and one at a time, sucks your nipples into his mouth, teeth lightly grazing them.Â
You hold onto Joelâs broad shoulders to steady yourself, looking down at him as he fucks himself into you. Heâs so handsome, cheeks and chest all flushed red, a sheen of sweat glittering at his hairline, his graying curls damp. Joelâs eyebrows are knit together as he fucks you, tracing your curves with his gaze. He pulls you against his chest as he ruts against you, his scruff scratching your skin so deliciously. âTakinâ me so good. Look so pretty on my cock like this.âÂ
You move at his will. Joelâs underneath you, rocking himself in and out of your dripping, tight pussy. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips stuttering in a non-rhythm as he pushes himself inside you over and over. He must be getting close now.Â
âUp, sweetheart. Lean back fâme.âÂ
You peel yourself off of Joelâs middle, all slick with his sweat. Joel spits into his hand and presses the calloused pads of his fingertips against your clit. You roll your hips against him, savoring that much-needed friction against your clit.
âLike that, darlinâ. Jusâ like that. Fuck yourself on my cock,â Joel says, rubbing your sensitive bud with tight circles. âGonna watch you come all over me.âÂ
âYeah,â you moan, âWanna come for you.âÂ
Joel loves you like this. Your face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape, body quivering and twitching on top of him. He steadily massages your wet, swollen clit and wears a crooked smile when he feels your cunt start to pulse around him. And you think youâre pulling one over on him, but look at you, all fucked out and delirious. Youâll probably crash after this, and Joel will go right back to fixing up your house. Thereâs a door hinge thatâs been squeakingâŠ
âOh my - Joel, Iâm - Iâm gonna -âÂ
âKnow you are, sweetheart. Let me have it,â he groans, voice all broken and hoarse. âCome all over my cock, darlinâ. Let go fâme.âÂ
That hot, sticky pleasure in your gut begins to intensify rapidly. You go quiet just before it happens, then let out a long, whimpering moan when your orgasm takes over your body. You shudder and jerk as Joel fucks you through your release, and once youâve ridden it out, Joel pulls you tight against his chest.Â
While you come down from your high, Joel frantically fucks you, slamming his hips against yours as he chases his own climax, balls tightening and his belly filling with warmth. âOh, goddamn. Fuck, fuck, fuck,â Joel pants as he comes, painting your insides with his hot seed, the warmth of his release and the pulsing of his cock so satisfying.Â
Coming down from his orgasm, a wave of exhaustion hits Joel. He finds himself unable to move, unable to open his heavy eyelids. He mightâve been wrong, because napping away the rest of the afternoon doesnât sound quite so bad, now.
You pull your body off of Joelâs and he lets out a sighing grunt when his softening cock slides out of your body, the mess he created with you spilling all over his lap. You grab that washrag you held against his forehead and clean him up and then yourself, then get up to dispose of it.Â
Joel grabs you by the arm, his grip weak. âDonât you go anywhere, trouble,â he grumbles.Â
âBut Iâve gotta take care of this, Joel,â you protest.Â
âDeal with it later. Just -â Joel yawns and pulls you down and holds you tight against his chest, as tight as he can, anyway. âJusâ stay with me a minute.âÂ
Joelâs eyes are still shut, and his breathing becomes slow and rhythmic. Itâs laughable how quickly sleep is taking over his sick, exhausted body, having used what little life he had in himself to fuck you stupid. Like that last burst of energy from a dying star. âI thought you werenât tired,â you tease.
Joel sniffles. âMânot.âÂ
âMhm. Sure.âÂ
âJust checkinâ my eyelids for holes.â
You push some curls out of Joelâs face and hold your palm against his cheek, still hot with his fever. Heâs so peaceful looking like this, plump lips pouting as he breathes through his mouth. You bring your face close to his and close the gap by pressing a little kiss against his lips.Â
âWhatâre you kissinâ me for, hm?âÂ
âI want to,â you reply, kissing him again.
âGonna get yourself sick,â Joel murmurs groggily, eyes still closed. âWhich means in a couple days, I get to do all this right back to you. S'payback, darlinâ.â
You chuckle. And in just a few short seconds, Joelâs snoring lightly, dead to the world.
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Note: Gojo & the reader are ~40 in this, Sen is 18, and the guy you're seeing (if you don't already know who it is) is aged up accordingly (~30)
Imagine your and ex-husband Gojo's son Sen finding out you're seeing someone.
"You're going on a date?!" Sen asks in disbelief. "With who?"
You smooth out your outfit and check yourself out in the mirror. This look is one of your best, if you do say so yourself.
"Does it matter?" you ask neutrally. Sen is just mature enough to not blatantly freak out at this revelation, but only just. The less he knows, the better.
"Of course, it matters! I need to know who to hunt down if you disappear!" he replies, hands flying up to fist in his hair. "I need to vet this guy!"
Your ex-husband appears in your bedroom doorway. "Who are we vetting?"
Clenching your prospective clothing in your hands, you grumble, "Doesn't anyone knock any more?"
Satoru leans against the door frame like he's someone's booktok boyfriend (he used to be your booktok husband but that's beside the point). He takes in how you've cleaned up and instantly recognizes your date look. Of course, he's only seen it a million times.
"Oh, the kid didn't know you had boyfriend?" he asks.
"Boyfriend?!" Sen cries. Your temple throbs. "Who is he?"
Satoru shrugs. "I dunno, I just know he exists and his one move is sending flowers because he's basic."
"He's not basic and he is not my boyfriend!" you shout, throwing your hands in the air. "We go on dates, yes. We're seeing each other. 'Boyfriend' implies exclusivity, and none of the people I'm seeing are my boyfriend."
Your son and ex-husband stare at you wide-eyed. As Sen gets older, the black roots of his hair have become his last line of defense against looking like a carbon copy of his dad, and having both a young and old(er) Satoru look at you with their stupid big blue eyes is unsettling. Someone hurry up and blink.
"What?" you ask tiredly.
This time it's Satoru that has something irritating to say. "'People?' As in plural?"
"Satoru, don't start."
Sen raises his hand. "I'm with dad on this one. I don't trust anyone with you, not even dad--"
"Thanks, kid."
"--much less strangers."
Part of you understands that your son and ex-husband are the two people in the world that love you the most. Growing up as isolated as you did, your younger self would never have imagined having the both of them in your life. They're just trying to protect you.
The other part of you is on the verge of telling them both to step the fuck off.
You're all saved by the doorbell ringing and before you can even react, both of them are at the door interrogating whoever's on your porch. But you always met up with your dates instead of them picking you up in case of this exact scenario. There was no way he came to the door without your permission.
Sprinting to the door, you find your son, your ex, and a terrified-looking deliveryman holding a bouquet of flowers. You shoo the boys away from him and accept the flowers with thanks and a generous tip for dealing with them.
There's a handwritten note attached. It reads:
You didn't think I'd let you walk out the house without a present, right? Pretty girls need pretty flowers.
You can't hold in a grin. He always found ways to go above and beyond even without an official label.
"Well, at least he's a sorcerer," Sen says. He gestures to the note, "There's a teeny bit of residual CE on there. Not enough for me to recognize, though."
You try not to make your sigh of relief obvious. Sen was still in training and Sukuna said his ability to recognize specific cursed energy needed some work. Getting advice from his dad would help, but your son got his stubborn streak from you.
"Well, good. I don't need you tracking him down." Handing the flowers to Sen, you ask, "Put these in a vase for mama, please?"
Sen, ever the obedient son, runs off to do so immediately. You fondly watch him round the corner into the kitchen, then double back to grab you and place a kiss on your cheek.
"I don't like this, but please be safe, mama! Call me any time, I'll be there," he says, then returns to his task.
Once he's out of sight, you slip your shoes on, holding Satoru by the shoulder to stabilize yourself.
"I'll be back before 11. There's pasta in the fridge and I just washed the sheets in the guest room if you want to stay over," you tell him. Pulling up the back of your shoe, you look up at Satoru to find him stock still looking past you. You can't see his eyes, but you can tell they're fixed on the card you received.
That's when you remember that while your son may not yet be at full potential, veteran sorcerer, strongest in history Gojo Satoru knows damn well who sent you those flowers.
Shit.
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pretty in pink | logan howlett
an: this comes straight from my delusional mind
dad!logan (you can choose if you want this to be an old man logan fic!!)
All week your daughter, Ada, had been reminding everyone about her sixth birthday that was coming up. She made sure you and Logan marked it on every calendar in the house. During dinner, all she talked about was her pink princess themed party.
âAnd the cake has to be pink!â She said for the hundredth time. She sat in her chair at the table completely forgetting she was supposed to be eating her spaghetti.
âWe know, bub. You told us everyday before and after school.â Logan said.
âI told the girls in my class to come too. They said they wouldnât come because weâre freaks.â Her excitement about the party died down.
Laura, now a teenager, gave her sister an encouraging smile. âTheyâre the freaks. Youâre the coolest girl in school. That means we get to have all the cake.â That earned a laugh from Ada. Logan chuckled, it warmed his heart to see his daughterâs bond.
âYour party is going to be the best, my love,â You stood up and grabbed your and Loganâs plate that were now empty. âFinish up and then get ready for bed, both of you.â You walked to the kitchen sink and began to wash the dishes.
Laura immediately challenged Ada to see who could finish their spaghetti first. After a scolding from their parents, Laura let Ada win. Soon, the sisters raced upstairs to get ready for bed.
As you and Logan finished cleaning, you couldnât help but think about your little girl. Your sweet innocent little girl didnât deserve to be called a freak. Your thoughts were interrupted when a car pulled up to your driveway. You werenât expecting anyone, especially not at this hour.
âStay here.â Logan said to you after he wiped his hands on a dish rag. He walked out the door ready to confront whoever it was. The carâs headlights were blinding him, but once he heard the familiar voice call his name, he put away his claws.
Inside you were still wondering who it was. Before you could join Logan outside, Ada had run down the stairs already in her princess pajamas.
âMommy, whoâs outside?â She asked you. Her question was answered when Logan walked in with Rogue by his side. Ada screamed in excitement when she saw her other sister. âYouâre here! Youâre here!â The little girl ran to Rogue and gave her a welcoming hug.
âI wouldnât want to miss your princess party.â Rogue picked up the girl.
âAre you going to sleep in my room? Dad got some new books for me!â
âOh you bet weâre going to stay up all night reading those books! Iâll be up in a few, let me talk to mom and dad for a sec,â Rogue set her down. The adults watched as Ada happily skipped up the stairs to her room. âAlright, whatâs wrong?â She looked at you and Logan.
âWhat? Nothing wrong, why are you asking?â Logan asked surprised by her question.
Rogue knew she wasnât going to get a straight answer from Logan so she looked at you. You sighed and told your daughter the truth. You were nervous about Adaâs party. A few of her classmates did tell her they were attending, but you were convinced they were only coming to make fun of her and ruin her big day.
âThose little shits ainât going ruin my girlâs party.â Logan added.
âHoney, those little shits are first graders.â You corrected him.
âLittle shits or not, Loganâs right. This is Adaâs party and sheâs going to have the best damn princess party in the world.â Rogue declared. Before she left, she gave you and Logan a kiss on the cheek then walked up the stairs to Adaâs room.
Logan noticed that you still had a concerned look on your face. âHey, Ada is going to be okay.â
âI just donât want my little girl to get hurt.â You said.
âI wonât let anything or anyone hurt any of my girls.â Logan reminded you.
With that, you and Logan finished cleaning and went up to Lauraâs room to say goodnight. As you reached Adaâs room, you saw her and Rogue already asleep. You quietly took the book out of Rogueâs hand and put it back on the bookshelf then adjusted the blanket over your daughters. You gave them both a goodnight kiss and left the room.
In the morning, Ada was the first to wake up. She ran to yours and Loganâs room as fast as she could and jumped on to the bed screaming that it was her birthday. Logan groaned since she had landed on his stomach.
âWake up! Itâs my birthday!â She giggled as Logan sat up and brought her into his arms.
âHow old are you today? Eighty? Ninety seven?â He watched as Adaâs smile dropped.
âNo, thatâs you!â
You were trying so hard to hold in your laugh, but failed. Logan playfully rolled his eyes. It was Adaâs day, he wasnât going to get mad at her on her special day.
âOkay birthday girl, I believe your sisters promised a special birthday breakfast just for you.â Logan told Ada.
The now six year old gasped as soon as she heard âspecial breakfastâ. She immediately jumped off the bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen where Laura and Rogue were making breakfast.
Logan sighed deeply and rolled over to his side, his eyes meeting yours. âRemember . . . Everything is going to be okay today.â
You hummed in response.
Eventually you and Logan joined the girls in the kitchen. Laura and Ada were throwing grapes into each others mouth while Rogue laughed at them failing miserably. Ada had thrown a grape so far from Laura that it hit Loganâs head when he walked in.
âAda! You hit an elderly man!â Rogue teased.
âKids.â Logan rolled his eyes yet again.
As a family you all sang happy birthday to Ada as Rogue placed a stack of pancakes topped with whipped cream and Adaâs favorite fruits. The little girlâs smile brought joy to her family.
âWait, let me get the camera!â You ran to the cabinet that had random items inside. You grabbed the camera and snapped a couple of pictures of your girls and Logan.
It was a beautiful start to a beautiful day.
As the day went on, Rogue and Laura helped decorate the backyard with princess themed decorations. Ada was too busy running around in her pink princess dress to help. Logan was inside blowing up balloons until members of the x-men started showing up.
âIs that the big bad wolverine in a plastic tiara?â Scott Summers chuckled at the sight of Logan wearing a tiara that Ada had given him.
âWatch it, I donât want you bleeding all over my daughterâs party when Iââ Before Logan could finish, Ada joined them with more tiaras in hand. She gave one to every member telling them they couldnât enter her party if they didnât wear it.
And thatâs how Scott Summers ended up with a plastic pink tiara on his head.
Ada was enjoying her party so far. A couple of classmates did end up attending. You saw as they played on the swing set that Logan had bought for Ada for her last birthday.
âHey, sweetheart.â Logan said as he stood beside you.
âHey,â you relaxed more when he was close to you. âDid you see the big box Storm brought for Ada? I bet itâs a big doll house.â
âYouâre wrong. Itâs definitely a large case of beer for me and you to enjoy when our girls are passed out.â
You chuckled. âAfter this, no more parties until next year.â You placed a kiss on his lips.
âWhatever you say . . .â He got another kiss in before Ada came running to you with a butterfly knife in hand and the biggest smile on her face.
âMommy! Daddy! Uncle Wade got me a pretty knife!â
âUncle Wade?!â âWhat the fuck!â You and Logan yelled at the same time.
âHey mommy milf dearest! Peanut! Guess my invite got lost in the mail . . . again. Iâm starting to think itâs on purpose. Harsh! Whatever, hey kids! Who wants to learn how to use this baby!â He held up his gun.
âWade, No!â
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#against my better judgement and wishes and just general wellbeing. i think i am bonding with gerry#we were alone on shift today because our manager was showing some lady from corporate around and another coworker was sick#and we were talking about stuff and joking around and we both ended up having to stay late because NONE of the cleaning got done at the#right times (we got overtime donât worry) and i just. nnnnnnnnnnng#i donât want to like him!!!! i still donât know why he divorced his wife so fast and i donât know whatâs going on with him#but he met my stepdad today and they had a good convo and afterwards i could tell he was about to ask me why i had a stepdad#and i could FEEL myself on the verge of traumadumping and girl you Know i donât do that#not since someone TRANSFERRED SCHOOLS the day after i told her about my dad#like people whoâve known me for years donât know anything about it lol and it is because of that#but i nearly told gerry. FOR WHAT#i like him. okay? i like him and his stupid swoopy hair and his glasses and his face and his shoulders. shut up#i like how he laughs when i say ominous things like âitâs happening againâ w/ no explanation and i like his laugh and how he can talk#to anyone. and i like surprising him. itâs funny#this is a cry for help btw#and with that iâm going to bed because i have âšanother 9-5 tomorrowâš#personal
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i saw u needed some idea and lemme just say: ex's dad!miguel o'hara
âŠoh fuck yes.
Tw: cheating, p in v, age gap,
He cheated. He fucking cheated with your roommate. And now here you were, standing in a long dress at his cousinâs wedding two months later. His cousin invited you because you two became close friends, but seeing him bring your old roommate, laughing with her in front of everyone while you didnât even bring a plus one sucked.
You look up in the mirror as you tap some cold water on the back of your neck, nervous again after seeing him kiss her cheek and then make eye contact with you.
Most of the ceremony is a blur as you can barely focus on anything but keeping your breathing even. Once itâs over, you bee-line for the open bar and quickly down a shot of vodka before hissing at the burn and reaching for a lemon or lime, anything to help with the taste.
Your arm hits something hard and you feel the front of your dress become soaked as you glance to the side to see your ex boyfriendâs father looking down at where his Old Fashioned spilled on your torso. The syrup-sticky-feeling starts to sink in as you feel gross, groaning and imagining how you must look.
âDios, Iâm so sorry.â He apologized and sighs, âthis is not the way I wanted to say hello.â
âItâs ok.â You nod and sigh. âI think the bridal suite has a shower in the bathroom.â
âLet me try to clean the dress while you rinse off, yeah?â He asks and you agree, walking together in silence to the bridal suite. As he opens the door for you, he speaks. âIâm sorry about what happened with my son. Heâs young, canât hold onto the good things in his life right now.â
âSounds like you want to get us back together.â You chuckle, though it feels dry in your throat. âMr. OâHara, itâs ok. It wasnât meant to be.â You deadpan and he gives you an apologetic look, almost pity.
You head into the bathroom and as you begin to shut the door, a hand catches the knob and pushes it open once more. âDo you need help with the zipper?â His voice gets lower as he asks and you turn to see him coming closer, not even fully answering before he forces you around to look in the mirror and starts unzipping the dress. His breath is hot in your ear as he whispers, âmy son doesnât know how to keep a sexy, smart woman.â His words make you shiver as his fingers trance symbols on your back and down to your thong. âTell me when to stop.â
âDonât stop.â You reply and he smirks in the mirror at you, watching your eyes flutter closed as he dips his hands into the front of your underwear and rub small circles around your clit.
âLet me taste this pussy, cariño. Wanted to since the first day he brought you home.â He mumbles into your hair and lifts you effortlessly to sit on the edge of the sink, spreading your legs and putting your knees on his shoulders as he groans at the sight of your already wet pussy. âGod damn, you even smell good.â
With that, his tongue licks a stripe over your pussy, pushing your thong to the side and flicking his tongue between your folds. Your moan and lean backwards against the mirror as he grinds his nose into your clit, your legs jolting from the sudden feeling. âGood girl, let out those sounds⊠let me hear you moan, so sweet for meâŠâ his comments make you thrust into his face and make him laugh deeply, then beginning to push his tongue in and out of you at a faster pace.
âCum on my face.â He instructs you and you oblige, shaking and almost screaming from pleasure. âGood girl.â
It wasnât your wedding night, but you still celebrated.
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cigarettes
steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: you hate the way cigarettes taste and when he finds out he decides that maybe itâs time to quit
established relationship
warnings: alcohol, (underage) drinking, partying, smoking, a few swear words, make out scenes
word count: 3.6k
a/n: someone get me somebody like steve ugh!!!! the way I feel like he'd do anything for the people he loves :')
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by the time youâd filled up the kitchen counter with all the different types of liquor you could find it felt like you had run half a marathon. to be completely honest, you were still in shock about how one household could own this much alcohol in the first place.
the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the hallway towards the kitchen and when you glanced sideways you smiled at your boyfriend walking towards you. âhey,â you pushed yourself off the counter and motioned your hands at the kitchen island, proud of the set up youâd made, âtadaa! what do you think?.â
he chuckled, âyou didnât have to.â he looked over the full counter before looking back at you, taking a few steps closer so he was able to place his hands on your waist, âit looks great, sweets.â
you shrugged, âi wanted to help.â you smiled, moving your hands along his chest and up to his shoulders. your eyes flickered up to his hair, which he had carefully styled in the time youâd been setting up the kitchen. the devil on your shoulder told you itâd be fun to run your hands through it and mess it up a bit. you didnât want to force him to undergo the entire styling process again though, which would result into him missing the start of the party he was organizing, âit was a lot though, is it all yours?â
steve glanced over at all the bottles youâd picked, âitâs my dadâs.â he looked back at you, raising his hand to carefully tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. you raised your brows, âand he lets you use it? i bet my dad would kill me if i drank even the tiniest bit of his precious liquor.â
âi donât know.â he moved his hand back to your waist, âheâs never home long enough to check.â
your gaze softened as you softly squeezed his shoulders in comfort. you knew how difficult it had been, and still was, for steve; not having his parents home for majority of his life. âluckily, you now have me to irritate you.â you tried to lighten the mood, successfully, because he let out a soft chuckle and dipped his head to sweetly place his lips on yours.
you let yourself melt into the kiss for a short moment before pulling back, leaning your forehead against his, "on that note," you bit your bottom lip, slightly smirking as you leaned backwards so you could look at him again, "could i stay the night?"
steve smiled at your request, "you know you don't have to ask that, sweets." he softly squeezed your hips, placing a quick peck on your lips. "but if you do, you have to help me clean up."
you giggled, moving to stand on your toes and reconnect your lips with his. you felt him smile through the kiss and you slightly tightened your grip on his shoulders when he pulled you closer against him.
the sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house interrupted your moment and a laugh escaped your throat at steve throwing his head back in annoyance. you softly patted his chest, "i'll open the door."
steve watched as you walked off around the corner and towards the front door. god the things you did to him. there was never a moment he looked at you and didn't want to smother you with kisses. he was sure he could kiss you all day, everyday, and never get tired of it. he shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips as he turned to the kitchen island, grabbing two red cups to fill them up with a drink he knew you liked.
the first to enter were some you recognised as steve's friends and a couple of your classmates. you decided to keep the door unlocked so no one had to worry about constantly hearing the obnoxious sound of the doorbell.
while you made your way back to the kitchen you widened your eyes, surprised by the amount of people that had arrived in the span of a few minutes. you muttered a couple sorryâs as you squished yourself through the crowd and a breath of relief left your lips when youâd finally reached the kitchen.
your eyes fell on steve, who was talking to someone you vaguely recognized as someone from your school year. you dusted off your hands on your jeans as you stepped closer to them, âhey.â you breathed out, and at the sound of your voice the two immediately turned their heads to look at you. you glanced down and caught sight of the two cups in steveâs hands. âwhatâcha got there?â
steve followed your line of sight, âright.â he glanced at the guy next to him, telling him heâd find him later that night to continue whatever conversation they were having, âhere you go, gorgeous.â he turned to you and handed you the fullest cup, clearly already having drunk from the other one.
you thanked him as you took the cup from his hand, a small smile playing on your lips, âyou didnât have to cut off your conversation with âŠ?â
he chuckled, leaning back against the counter, âjoshua.â
âright,â you nodded before taking a sip of your drink.
âitâs fine, we still have the entire night to finish that.â steve kept his smile playing on his lips as he took your free hand in his, pulling you closer to him, âand i needed to give you your favorite drink.â
you playfully rolled your eyes at his words, âyouâre such a clichĂ©, harrington.â
âdonât act like you donât love it.â
âhmm.â you stilted your head, trying to appear as if you were in thought, âmaybe.â
steve smirked at you, softly squeezing your hand as he pulled you even closer against him. he immediately smashed his lips on yours and you returned his smirk through the kiss. you tried your best not to spill the drink you were still holding in one hand as you untangled your other from his, moving it to the back of his neck.
his tongue swept over your bottom lip, as if to ask for permission and so you moved your hand up to slightly tug on his hair in answer. he groaned softly at the gesture and tightened his grip on your waist, slowly starting to loose himself into the kiss. he couldn't get enough of it. of you.
"yo, harrington! stop sucking the life out of your girlfriend!"
a voice called throughout the kitchen and you giggled as you pulled away from steve. your hand was still tangled up in his hair when you glanced to the backdoor in which eddie was leaning against the doorpost. you playfully rolled your eyes and looked back at steve starting to carefully fix his hair.
"you're just saying that because you're still bitchless, munson." steve shot back, removing his hand from your waist only to immediately wrap his other arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. you instinctively wrapped your arm around his middle.
"whatever." eddie scoffed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder, "you comin' outside?"
steve's gaze landed on you, his eyes searching your features for a hint of your thoughts. you smiled at him, "go! i'll try and find robin or nancy."
"are you sure?" steve's eyes were focused on yours and you gave him another reassuring smile, "yeah!" you detached yourself from him and softly pushed him towards the backdoor, "go!"
"alright, alright," steve chuckled, leaning closer to you again to place a quick kiss on your lips, "don't let anyone get close to your drink."
you giggled at his protectiveness, knowing he would stay by your side the entire evening if you asked him to, "i won't, now go! eddie's waiting." his hand found your cheek as he leaned in for another soft kiss. you smiled against his lips while slightly pulling him closer by his collar.
âharrington!â
eddieâs call-out made him draw back with a stupid grin playing on his lips, âsee you later, yeah?â
you nodded, letting go off his collar to softly pat his chest, âsee ya.â your own smile didnât recede as you watched him stalk off towards eddie and out the back door. a soft breath escaped your lips before you quickly downed your drink. time to mingle.
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the chatter and music died down as you stumbled through the hallway, trying to make your way towards the bathroom. at the sound of a door closing you glanced backwards, but the quick movement caused you to loose your balance. before you could fall face first to the ground though, a pair of strong hands found your waist.
âshit, sorry.â you grumbled, automatically grabbing their arm to straighten yourself. when you found the mystery personâs face you immediately widened your eyes in surprise, âsteve!â
it was obvious youâd had a drink too many; the strap of your top had fallen of your shoulder and your hair was completely disheveled. steve chuckled at your excitement and let go of your waist to carefully readjust the strap and place some hair strands that were stuck against your lipgloss behind your ears, âwhatâs up, sweets?â
you shrugged, ânothing much.â steveâs hand found itâs way to your upper arm, causing your insides to warm up at his touch. you slightly raised your brows when you remembered something, âi found robin!â
âyou did?â steve let his thumb rub small circles on your skin.
you nodded eagerly, âyeah! only a moment after you went outside, she walked into the kitchen. she made me a drink, actually!â you started rambling, âit was really good! not as good as the one you made me, but maybe, like, a close second!â
âa close second, huh?â
you hummed in response, âand then we talked for a while, i donât remember about what, though.â you lightly tilted your head in thought, but gave up quickly, âdoesnât matter, because then we went dancing for a bit, and after that she made me another one of those drinks. that one wasnât as good as the first one she made me, though.â
âthatâs too bad.â steveâs eyes went over your features while he listened carefully, âand then ⊠you ended up here?â
âyeah,â you smiled at your boyfriend, âi was on my way to the bathroom, but now that i think about it, i donât really have to pee.â you shrugged and steve let out a soft chuckle.
you slightly tilted your head, placing your pointer finger against his chest, âwhat have you been up to, handsome?â
an amused grin was playing on steveâs lips and you swore you could see small sparkles glowing in his eyes as he looked at you, âwell, while robin was playing your personal bartender, i was outside with eddie and a few other guys from our yearâŠâ
you tried your utmost best to focus on whatever steve was telling you, but for some reason all you could look at, and think of, were his lips. they were just too pretty to not look at. you swallowed, flattening your hand against his chest as your mind started wandering to what his way too perfect lips could do. what theyâd done to you already.
âare you listening?â
his voice pulled you out off your trance and your eyes flickered up to his, âhuh?â
he raised his brows teasingly, âwhat are you thinking off?â
you let out a soft breath, âsorry, itâs just ⊠i wanna listen to what youâre saying,â you trailed your hand up to his cheek so you could place your thumb on his bottom lip, your own lips forming a small pout, âbut all i can think of is your lips and how badly i want to kiss them.â
âdo you now?â steve smirked, your thumb moving along with his bottom lip as he spoke. your eyes intently followed the small movement.
âyeahâŠâ you let out another sigh, âwait! is this what you meant when you told me you wish you could kiss me 24/7?â you blurted out, tearing your gaze away from his lips to look him back in the eye.
all steve did was let out a soft laugh. his hand slowly creeped up your arm and to your hand, removing it from his cheek so he could intertwine them, âi did tell you that, huh?â
âi get it now.â your focus landed back on his lips as you softly bit your own bottom lip. the things youâd do to the male standing in front of you if his house wasnât full with people right now.
he pulled you closer by your hand and leaned slightly closer. his forehead was almost touching yours and when he spoke in a whisper you felt shivers form along your spine, âyou know you can just kiss me anytime you want, sweets.â
âi know.â you whispered, detaching your hand from his and moving it, along with your other, up to the back of his neck. his hands instantly moved to your waist. you smirked lightly as you pulled him closer; your foreheads now touching, âbut what if i want you to kiss me?â
steve chuckled before connecting your lips with his and you felt yourself instantly relax. âyouâre crazy.â he spoke in between kisses, softly squeezing your hips.
âabout you, yeah.â you mumbled against his lips, tangling one of your hands into his hair; wanting him to be as close to you as possible.
you raised yourself to stand on your toes just as his tongue darted past your lips and into your mouth. a soft groan escaped steve's lips as he tightened his grip onto your hips. just when you started to melt into the kiss, you could taste a bit of nicotine on either his tongue or lips.
you pulled back slightly, which steve took as a hint to trail his kisses down towards your jaw and neck. your brows formed a small frown in thought. was it your imagination or did he really taste like cigarettes? wanting to find out you placed your palms on his cheeks so you could tilt his head back up and move back into a kiss. as soon as your lips touched his again, you knew you were right.
you leaned back, "did you smoke?" you asked, your eyes on his and his face still cradled in your hands.
steve blinked in confusion, "I did ... outside with eddie and the others." he let his fingertips slip just underneath your top as he spoke, under the impression you already knew he'd smoked earlier that night, "why?"
you threw your head back and let out a groan, âugh.â a sigh escaped your lips, letting your hands slip down to his shoulders as you looked him back in the eyes, â now i donât want to kiss you anymore.â
steve's brows knitted together, getting more confused by the second, "what? ... why?"
"i hate the taste of cigarettes." your lips formed a pout as you spoke, "kinda makes me want to throw up, actually."
"really?! i didnât know that."
"yeah..." you nodded, starting to play with the collar of his polo.
steve slipped one of his hands from underneath your top and reached up to tuck a stubborn strand of hair behind your ear, "so if I kiss you again right now, you'll throw up..?"
you giggled softly, "okay, maybe, not literally throw up." your eyes went over his features as you spoke, "i just think it tastes awful."
"right." steve slightly tilted his head in thought.
when you noticed you softly squeezed his shoulders, "I'm not saying you have to quit smoking, or anything! you can do whatever you want." you smiled affectionately, "i just won't kiss you right after you've smoked ... maybe you can eat a mint or brush your teeth?"
"alright." steve quickly nodded, still slightly thrown off by this new information. "yeah, i can do that." he smiled at you, moving his hand back to your waist, "wouldn't want to miss out on kissing you, now would i?"
a giggle escaped your lips as you reached your hand up to softly ruffle his hair, âiâm going to get some water, sober up a bit.â you smiled, brushing some hair away from his eyes, âsee you later?â
even though you already knew his answer your smile grew slightly when steve hummed in confirmation. you raised yourself on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek, his hands instinctively squeezing your waist.
you gave him one last smile and steve watched as you walked off. his eyes stayed on the doorway through which you had just disappeared a moment longer before throwing his head back. all sort of thoughts were circulating through his head; he couldnât stop thinking of the conversation youâd just had.
he ran his hands through his hair before placing them on his hips. how had he not know about this? he though of all the times heâd smoked, coming to the conclusion that none of them had been around you, and that thereâd always been quite some time between taking a cigarette and seeing you.
steve sighed and let his hand slip into his pocket, taking out his lighter and a pack of cigarettes; the thought of not being able to kiss you slipped into his mind. he ran his free hand through his hair once more before stalking off towards the kitchen.
he squished himself through the crowd, mumbling a quick sorry when bumping into someone. a voice he vaguely recognized called his name but he ignored it as his thoughts were elsewhere.
when he reached the kitchen he instantly went for one of the counter cabinets and opened it to reveal the trash can. he took one last glance at the cigarettes and lighter in his hand before throwing them away. a small breath of relief escaped his lips; it almost felt as if he shouldâve done this way sooner.
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when steve wasnât able to find you he decided to take a breath of fresh air and go outside for a bit. while he ran his hand through his hair he closed the back door. he was still wondering if he should tell you heâd decided to quit smoking tonight or if he would wait until after the party; not sure if you had managed to sober up.
âlook who weâve got here.â he glanced up to find eddie already looking at him, a stupid smirk grazing his lips. eddie reached out his hand that held a pack of cigarettes, âwant one?â
steve shook his head, âthanks, but i canât.â
âwhat?â eddie slightly tilted his head, taking a cigarette for himself before stuffing the package into his pocket, âdidnât you smoke one with me earlier?â
steve watched as eddie casually lit up the cigarette, âyeah, that was my last one.â
âyour last one?â eddie knitted his brows, exhaling the smoke, âever?â
steve shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. he had never been a big smoker, heâd probably describe himself as an occasional one; parties, etc. however, having eddie point out so specifically heâd taken his last cigarette earlier that night, it made it sound so official. âyeah, man.â
âwhyâs that?â eddie tapped his cigarette, his eyes focused on the male in front of him.
steve shrugged once more, âpromised my girl.â
the moment the words had left steveâs lips, eddie perked up, his eyes widening and a stupendous smirk growing on his own lips, âno way.â
âwhat?â
eddie exhaled some more smoke and slightly pushed steveâs shoulder, âaw, my little stevie is in love.â
steve slightly rolled his eyes, but stayed silent as he let his eyes wander over his backyard. eddieâs smirk grew even larger at his silence, âdude, youâre not even denying it!â
âokay, shut up.â
eddie opened his mouth to tease steve a bit more, but closed it the second his eyes caught on the back door opening. when he saw who was making their way outside he grinned back at steve, placing his cigarette against his lips, âspeak of the devil.â
steve knitted his brows in confusion, turning his head towards the direction eddie was looking. at the sight of you his brows and posture relaxed instantly and when your eyes found his he couldnât help but smile. you returned his smile and walked closer to the pair, âhey, i was looking for you, actually.â
âwere you now?â eddie tapped his cigarette, âiâve been outside the entire night.â he playfully smiled at you.
you let out an exaggerated gasp, your eyes falling on the curly haired, "no way! dang it, I should've come out here sooner." you giggled softly.
eddie exhaled some smoke once more before peaking away his cigarette, "too bad and too late, cutie, because i'm going inside now." he sent you a smile and glanced at steve, softly patting his arm, "good luck with the whole 'no smoking' thing, buddy."
your eyes snapped to steve, who obviously cringed at eddie's words. the curly haired called out a goodbye; you waved at him but kept your focus on your boyfriend, "what did he mean by that?"
steve bit his bottom lip, his eyes avoiding yours, "yeah, uhm, exactly what he said. i decided to quit."
"what?!" you exclaimed, reaching out your hands to place them on his cheek so you could turn his head and make him look at you, "but i told you, you don't have to do that."
"but i want to." steve's eyes finally found yours.
"why?"
steve instinctively moved his hands to your hips to pull you closer towards him, "because i can't miss out on kissing you."
you couldn't contain your smile as you let your thumbs softly caress his cheeks, "you're crazy, harrington."
"about you, yeah." steve returned your smile when he repeated the words you'd uttered to him earlier that night, "you know i'd do anything for you, sweets."
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