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araybiaaa · 17 days ago

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❝ temptation.❞ ‎ elias ‘stack’ moore x black!fem oc

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… modern!au, tension, flirting, cunnilingus (cause every man in this movie is a muncher!) black!fem oc, explicit sexual content.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where a good girl falls into temptation after she meets elias ‘stack’ moore.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… soooo i wanted to try something different and do a modern!au with stack. (smoke’s still my favorite twin. the real girlies get it!) but i wanted to challenge myself a bit here.. this idea honestly came out of nowhere. i opened a03 and just started typing and somewhere down the line it became a one shot with 5k+ words?? 😭 also just wanted to say tysm for all of the love on my other fics. smoke and annie are near and dear to my heart and i’m glad you guys enjoyed my interpretations/writings for them. just a fair warning, the girl in this is very unserious but who wouldn’t be if you saw a vampire that looked like mbj! requests are open so send in something if you’d like — just keep in mind of my rules. anyway. likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! ◡̈

“he’s dangerous. if you had any common sense you’d stay away from him.” their words seemed portent at first; a precautionary warning that had her wary of him. she didn’t know him but she’s heard enough stories about him to know that he was feared by everyone. his reputation was something akin of their town’s own boogeyman or freddy kreuger — he was dangerous, menacing and someone to be fearful of.

cleo hadn’t been in town long enough to know if his reputation superseded him or if the rumor’s held some weight of validity in them but her curiosity was piqued to meet the guy that had people hurriedly locking their doors when the sun went down and removing the welcome mats off of their front porches.

at first, she wondered if everyone in town had collectively decided to pull a prank on her as some sort of initiation or simply for their own amusement. because to her elias moore seemed more like a ghost than a vampire. she lurked outside after hours, even against their warnings — completely foolish and naive, but she never saw him around.

she doesn’t know why she wants to see him so bad, maybe it’s because everyone else has and she feels strangely left out. or maybe it’s because she needs to see for herself if there was a world where mythical creatures existed outside of the cheesy television shows she used to watch and the books that she read. but much to her dismayed defeat, time continued on with her being the only one who had yet to meet the feared elias moore.

“what does he look like?” she asked, feigning innocence behind her curiosity that her best friend, naomi easily sees through and narrows a pointed glare at her. “what? i just want to know in case i see him around somewhere!” she murmurs with a halfhearted shrug. it didn’t seem like an actual possibility with how she hadn’t so far, but she didn’t want naomi to know that she was willingly seeking him out.

naomi sighs, pursing her lips as she tapped her manicured fingers against her thigh. after a moment’s contemplation, she reveals: “i’ve only seen him around a few times. he doesn’t look like any of those sick looking vampire that you see on tv. he’s actually…fine.” at this, cleo’s eyebrows raise in amusement at her friend’s description. “he has this look about him that makes you weak in the knees whenever he smiles at you. it’s effortlessly sexy and his eyes — just don’t look in them too long cause you’re gonna find yourself wanting him to turn you into a vampire too just so you can spend the rest of eternity with him. i’m only telling you this because you asked, but don’t go around asking anyone else about him. you don’t want your daddy finding out about it.”

cleo nodded in agreement, but still found her mind wandering about him. she knows that naomi’s right, her overly religious father would have an aneurysm if he’d found out that she was asking questions about the town’s social pariah. but that didn’t stop her from visualizing him through naomi’s description.

she’s only ever heard of naomi speaking negatively about elias so for her to refer to him as fine despite her disliking of him had intrigued cleo. “yeah, you’re right. i was just curious but now i know.”

naomi’s pointed glare deepens, like she doesn’t fully believe cleo. “girl…stay away from him for your own good. trust me. i know another girl who was curious about him just like you are and she got turned.” cleo wonders if she’s just saying that to scare her away, but surprisingly it doesn’t.

“i hear you,” naomi hums in acknowledgment but thankfully doesn’t reprimand her any further about her curiosity.

…

sometimes cleo makes smart decisions.

when it came to school and her grades, everything was always calculated in her mind for her to choose the best possible outcome. she was annoying obsessive like that — always planning ahead, analyzing and assessing even the most mundane things that infiltrated her life. but other times, on seldom occasions, she makes not-so-smart decisions; one’s that has her acting impulsively and deviating from her normally pristine behavior.

she was supposed to be going back to her dorm room to get ready for a party that she was planning on going to with naomi. it was twelve o’clock and she had just finished an exasperating nine hour bartending shift with annoying alcoholics flirting with her and their heady, glossed over eyes staring at her ass in the tight fitted jeans that she was wearing.

her dad was less than pleased about her place of employment, but he knew that she needed extra money to pay for her clothes, shoes, hair and other miscellaneous items so he refrained from making any comments anytime she she complained about a customer or the minimal pay that she was getting.

cleo was closing the bar; wiping down the sticky counters, recounting the money in the register and overturning the chairs when she looks up and sees him. he’s standing across the street but even with the distance set between them she can feel the smolder of his gaze as he looked at her. cleo stands there for a brief moment just staring back at him until she mustered enough courage to make her way to the front door.

the overhead bell rings in a soft bellow as she pushes the door open. the humidity of the mississippi air sticks against her skin as soon as she steps outside. but even with its scorching temperatures, elias’ stare pierces deeper and has her skin burning. when she steps outside, she sees him making his way towards her — his gait was stealth and calculated.

she feels goosebumps prickle along her skin, air catches in her lungs and warmth curls around her neck as he sauntered closer. the first thing that she noticed was that although naomi had been right in her description of him, she had greatly undermined it. he wasn’t just fine; he was handsome and she could already feel her knees buckling weakly beneath her just at the sight of him. the second thing she notices is his eyes and the phosphorescent glow of red in his pupils. when he finally reaches her, he stands athwart from her and slowly drags his eyes over her body. his eyes find hers again and for a moment she wonders if she could hear the hastened beating of her heart.

“it’s kinda late for you to be out here ain’t it?” he posits and the deepened drawl of his southern accent somehow makes him more attractive.

cleo swallows a shaky breath, nodding. “i’m closing up the bar. we just closed about ten minutes ago,”

he raises his brows, trailing his eyes somewhere offside. “and they just left you to do it by yourself? don’t they know it’s dangerous people out here? vampires walkin’ about like they’re humans.” he says with sarcasm lilting in his voice and clicks his tongue against his teeth with a reprimanding tsk that follows.

cleo juts her chin outwardly. “i’m more than capable of handling myself.” she rebuttals, her hand perched on her hip as she looked at him.

his eyes find hers again and he smirks impishly, nodding his head. “i’m sure.” he says; and it’s something hidden in the way that he says it that has her cheeks warming again. a moment passes between them as he stares at her with an intrigued expression worn on his face. “you ain’t scared of me,” it’s more of a statement than a question, though she knows it’s intended to be the latter.

he sounds and looks surprised by this, that he’d finally encountered someone that didn’t run away when they saw him. “am i supposed to be?” she was more attracted to him than anything, unable to stop looking at his lips and his bared fangs that peeked out from his mouth.

he shrugs, “everyone else is.”

“well i’m not everyone else,” at that he doesn’t respond, only smirks at her again making the butterflies she feels in her stomach somersault deeper. cleo bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder towards the bar. ‘don’t ever invite him in anywhere, that’s how he gets you.’ she ignores her father’s words, pushing them to the back of her mind. “you wanna come in?”

he raises another brow, “you want me to come inside?” this time it’s her that shrugs and he only gives her a brief dubious look of contemplation before he’s following her inside of the bar at her open invitation. she could feel his eyes honed in on her ass and unlike with the drunken middle aged men from before, she isn’t repulsed at the realization.

“you know, at first i thought people were lying about who you are. it seemed like everyone knew what you looked like except for me.” she says, folding her arms against her chest and watching his eyes lower to her perked breast. she bites on her lip, intrigued.

“you were lookin’ for me?”

she nods briefly, “i wanted to know what you looked like.”

he walks towards her until he’s standing directly in front of her; way closer than he was when they were standing outside and it catches her slightly off guard. “well now that you have…whatchu think?” the remark is undeniably coquettish — the soft murmur of it accompanied by the lascivious look that he’s giving her has her pinned beneath his gaze.

“i think you’re not as scary as people make you out to be,” she responds; avoiding the answer that she knows he was truly searching for. but he settles for this one too, indulging in her retreat.

“you think you can make that assumption from a five minute conversation? what if i am like everyone says?” the air between them shifts into this palpable tension; hot and undeniable. he takes a few more steps forward until he’s hovering his heightened figure over her. she cranes her neck to look up at him, “i could bite you right now and you wouldn’t be able to do anythin’ about it”

“if you wanted to you would’ve done it outside,” she rebuttals, seeing the twitch of his curled upper lip.

“maybe i like playin’ with my food before i eat it.” and the innuendo behind his words has her breath hitching.

her skin pricks with goosebumps again at his teasing words. elias takes immediate notice of it; his nostrils flare as he inhales sharply with his heightened senses. and it takes a moment for her to realize that he must smell something radiating off of her body — arousal? excitement? — because he’s chuckling and licking his lips as he reached his hand out and brushed it over her hip. she shivers, not out of fear but of arousal. “and you sure as hell look and smell good enough to eat.”

cleo’s mouth gapes the only audible sound that comes out is a soft gasp. it’s the sound of her phone ringing that suddenly clefts through the tension hanging in the air. she jumps, startled, looking at elias whose eyes narrow at her phone like he’s inwardly cursing it for its intrusion. she reluctantly moves out of his grasp and walks over to pick up her phone that was sat at the edge of the counter.

picking up the phone she sees that it’s a text from naomi asking where she’s at. she’d gotten so distracted with elias that she forgot that she was supposed to meet naomi at their dorm room half an hour ago. she types a quick message in response, telling her that closing up took longer than expected and that she should go ahead to the party without her and that she would just meet her there instead.

she looks up from her phone at the same time elias is already walking out of the door, the sound of the bell ringing announces his departure as cleo stands there with her mind replaying their interaction.

…

a week passes before she sees him again. he’s standing outside of the door; staring, watching, waiting. she walks towards the entrance and holds the door open, beckoning him forward. “come in,” he walks inside as she closes the door behind him.

“you weren’t here the other night.” he says, catching her slightly by surprise. had he been looking for her this time instead of the other way around?

“oh, yeah. i was off. i don’t work on tuesdays and thursdays,” she explains watching as he nodded before looking away with a sheepish expression. after their last encounter, she spent the entire week thinking about him — how he looked at her, how his hand felt against her bare skin. cleo didn’t understand how she developed such a quick attraction for him, especially when she didn’t even give human boys any time of the day, but something about him was different.

naomi was right, all it took was one look from him and cleo found herself a fallen victim to his charm. “why aren’t you scared of me?”

she’s taken aback again, even more so than the first time. “why do you want me to be?” she challenges, noticing the pull of his jaw as he clenches it shut.

“your daddy’s a preacher ain’t he?” she furrows her brow, curious to know how he’d figured that out without her telling him. “how you think he’d react if he knew you were stayin’ behind after work to talk to me?”

ah, so that’s what this is about.

“well aside from me being grown and fully capable of making my own decisions, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” and she would definitely keep this secret from him for his sake and hers. “elias—”

“stack.” he interrupts to correct her.

“elias,” she says, unmoored by his correction. he gives her a look but listens as she continued. “i’m not talking to you because i’m trying to prove something to my dad or anyone else here.”

“then why are you?”

“because i want to.” she exasperates, frowning slightly. “why is that so hard for you to believe?”

“because you don’t know what you’re gettin’ yourself into,” elias retorts through a forewarning tone that sounded all too familiar of her family and friends who initially warned her away from him. he was right, aside from the fictionalized information that she got through old cw shows she used to frequently watch, she didn’t understand the depth and complications that came along with being a vampire. but her interest in elias made her want to know more — she wanted the truth and all its ugliness.

“then show me.”

…

elias stack moore had a tarnished reputation way before he got bit and transformed into a vampire. albeit he was the more level headed of the two, the smoke-stack twins were well known for their violent behavior and short fused tempers. their involvement with the notorious al capone and then stack becoming involved in a near ritualistic slaughter hadn’t done anything to ease anyone’s perception of him. his reputation expanded over the near century with people reciting tales of his life; often times dramatizing it completely.

but regardless of the half-truths or stack’s solemn search for penance — he still remained feared to the point where people would refrain from staying outside at night too long just to avoid him. he kept mostly to himself, only indulging in his sexual needs with a few other vampires that lived amongst the town. if he did leave his house, he made sure it was brief just to avoid any inadvertent run in’s.

he knew he was feared and had stories told about him that would give kids nightmares. but she was surprisingly the only one that didn’t tremble in fear when she saw him or tightly clutch her cross necklace and recite scripture from the bible in hopes it would protect them and keep him away like everyone else did. instead of running she gravitated towards him; accepting and intrigued by him in a way he hadn’t felt before.

he was wary at first of getting close to her.

she had a reputation as the preacher’s sweet and innocent daughter. he could only imagine the outcry that would erupt if anyone were to find out that she had been talking to him. but cleo insisted that she didn’t care and expressed interest in wanting to see/know him — all of him. so he invited her to his house.

she came over at work — still dressed in those tight jeans and that cropped shirt that accentuated her lithe physique — all wide eyed and innocent and fucking gorgeous.

as soon as she stepped over the threshold and inside, he felt something shift in the air as he realized that she was the first girl he’d ever invited into his house. he watches her as she looks around spectatingly, crouching over a bit with her hands on her knees to look at the display of photos that he had. “your brother?” she asks rhetorically as she looked at the candid black-and-white photograph that he had of him and smoke taken years back during the time of their youth.

stack nods tersely, pursing his lips in a moue.

and he’s grateful that she notices his reluctance and doesn’t prod any further because even though it’s been over a century since his brother’s death, it was still hurt carrying him around in his memories.

it’s stack who segues the conversation, now turning the spotlight on her. “you said you wanted me to show you, so what do you wanna know?”

cleo bites her lip in thought. stack’s mind is briefly distracted with how sexy she looks that he doesn’t initially hear her question until she asks it again.

“it took me a while to learn how to do it. i taught myself most of what i know, the guy who turned my ex that turned me didn’t teach me much. but it’s the first thing i taught myself.”

she nods, biting on her lip again as she lowered her eyes in a shy chagrin. “so that night at the bar…when you sniffed me what did you smell?”

“you really wanna know?” she looks up, almost contemplative, but nods. “lust. your hormones were all over the place.” her expression’s caught somewhere between mortification and a grimace. “my hearin’ is heightened too…i can hear your heart beatin’ fast as hell. you nervous?”

at her nod, he posits. “cause of me? why do i make you nervous?” he takes a preemptive step towards her, closing the distance between them. he hears her pulse quicken. smells the saltiness of sweat underneath the floral saccharine of her perfume.

she doesn’t respond, only looks at him underneath her lashes. “what else do want me to show you, cleo?” her breath hitches, eyes flit from his lips back up to his eyes in a quick maneuver. her heart beats louder and the smell of her arousal is so thick that he can almost taste it on his tongue. he inhales her scent; feeling his own arousal mix with hers.

he sees her throat stretch as she swallows.

…

it’s almost feral how he bares an arm around her waist and tugged her body closer to his. she gasps a bit at his onslaught — startled by the abruptness of his movements, but she’s immediately relaxing into his embrace the moment he brushes his mouth against hers. he kisses her with a ravenous vigor, sliding his tongue over the cupping of her lower lip as a terse plea for entry. she whimpers before she succumbs to his prowess, slacking her jaw wider as he intertwined their tongues.

his kisses are bruising and greedy to the point where he steals all the air that was in her lungs. it’s a slip of tongues and a crash of teeth messily colliding, through guttural groans and breathy whimpers. stack’s arms tighten their hold around her before lowering to her ass. he squeezes her through her jeans before giving it a firm smack; smirking at the way it ricocheted. he gives it another hard squeeze as his mouth nipped at the exposed flesh of her neck. “tell me what you want,” he rasps; gruff and throaty, his breath hot against her skin.

his lips pucker as he nipped at her skin; sucking deep, purple love-bites all over. (and it feels so good that she doesn’t even care that she’ll have to cover up the evidence of his markings with makeup to hide from her father and naomi.) she grips the back of his head, holding him against her as she fluttered her lashes and indulged in the pleasure.

“this,” she whispered, voice shaky, body trembling with an intense want. he groans against her neck; alternating between nipping and sucking. and he gets too into it because she hears a low sound that mimics a growl and feels the sharpness of his fangs grazing her clavicle. she gasps, taken back and he’s immediately recoiling — looking up at her with his swollen lips and lidded eyes.

“fuck. i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean—sometimes when i get too excited it happens. but i wasn’t trying to…” he’s panicking, careening apologies to her. but she’s sliding her mouth over his and kissing him deeply with fervor.

“it’s okay,” she whispers, still pecking at his lips.

stack furrows his brow, “yeah?”

“just don’t bite too hard.”

he nods, lightly grazing his teeth into the softness of her flesh. he nibbles at her neck with the tip of his bared fangs biting deliciously into her skin. the pain is sharp but still pleasurable enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head. his hands make their way to the front of her body, sliding over her abdomen and hovering at the waistband of her jeans. she breathes softly through her parted lips, emanating a whimper when he bites into her lower lip. “you smell so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, reaching his hands between the crux of her thighs and sliding his thumb over her slit — passing the pleasure over the seam of her jeans.

her underwear suddenly becomes sticky with her arousal and knowing that he could smell it on her was sending her over the edge. she feels this incessant pleasure building; coiling in her stomach and spreading through the heat of the place where she desired him the most. “can i taste you?” at her consenting nod, he maneuvers them towards the couch and eases her down onto the cushion.

he pries their wet lips apart with a ‘smack’, a string of saliva draws at their disconnection. she holds the smother head of his gaze, watching as he lowers to his knees. “lift your hips up for me,” he murmurs, already working at the buttons and zippers of her pants that loosen around her hips.

she concedes, arching her hips off of the couch just enough so that stack’s hands are able to tug the tight fitted fabric over her hips and down her thighs. “look at you,” he says; marveling at the sight of her arousal. the dark spot is visible against her pink underwear — soddening through the fabric. “already so wet and ready for me.” he kisses the inside of her thighs, nudging the bridge of his nose against her cunt.

she shivers through a moan, it’s just the barest of contact but she’s hypersensitive to his touch. his deft fingers pull at her ruined underwear, sliding them down her legs and absentmindedly throwing them aside so that she’s sat completely bare in front of him.

her cheeks warm at her vulnerability.

stack’s hand brushes against her calf as he gripped her leg and hefted it easily over his left shoulder. his eyes hone in on her cunt as she spreads open; staring in awe at the slick that’s gathered between her folds. he grabs at her other leg, barring it around his right shoulder until he’s got a perfect position of her cunt displayed in front of him.

cleo arches her hips slightly, holding herself upright as she rests the palms of her hand against the cushions. her heartbeat quickens at the desire that grows, palpable and thick in its emerging, sending another jolting throb directly into her cunt. she could feel the wisps of his breath as he leaned in. he brushes a teasing kiss against her thigh, humming softly at the way she shivers in response.

he nudged himself closer towards her cunt; pressing soft kisses against her skin in passing before he finally reaches the place where he could smell the the evidence of her want. he presses a kiss against it and she shudders, feeling the tension roll down her spine and curl into her toes. she doesn’t even have a moment to gather her bearings, because then he’s flattening his tongue and licking her up from the back of her perineum to her clitoris. “oh—fuck. s-stack,” she bellows a soft cry of pleasure, her hands grip into the couch to seek purchase.

and when he reaches the over sensitive bud, he puckers his swollen lips and sucks her into his mouth; skillfully using his tongue to massage her clit. she feels the texture of his tongue stimulating her clit, sending an overwhelming wave of pleasure burning through the crevices of her body. her breath catches in her throat and she’s shivering so hard that stack has to pull his mouth away to remind her to breathe.

she nods numbly, blinking through the fogginess of her vision. she parts her lips and exhaled shakily; attempting to lull her breathing. “grind your hips against my face,” she whimpers, reaching a hand up to hold the back of his neck to anchor herself as she slowly rolled her hips against his face.

“ohmygo—” the added pressure of his nose and tongue assaulting her clit has her dizzy. his hands grip her hips, fingers dig into the meat of her thighs holding her against him.

he makes his way up her vulva; pausing right before he reached her clit and increased the pressure so that the base of his tongue was forced slightly under her clit. he slows his movements, unrelentingly in his ravenous feat as he holds the pressure there. she grinds against him again, shaky, still trembling through her movements as she buried his face deeper into her cunt.

she could hear the lewd stickiness of her slick as he licked up her pussy; could see it glistening over his face — a messy mixture of her arousal and his saliva dripping down his chin. she’s already shaking towards her release but then he grazes his fangs softly against her clit and she’s suddenly bellowing out cries of pleasure as she cums.

she pulsates around his tongue, the tension tugs in her lower belly. he slides his thumb through her slickness, watching as she haphazardly falls backwards against the couch cowering away from the overstimulation. stack pulls away, lapping his tongue around his mouth as he licked up the remnants of her slick. “you okay?” he asked through a rasped breath, watching as she laid there in a dazed stupor.

she nods, just barely, feeling the heaviness of her breathing begin to lull. cleo never thought that someone as smart as her would be drawn into the temptation from a vampire, but here she was — with her cunt still throbbing around nothing, legs and body completely spent, eyes looking at his face that’s covered in her juices, and it entices her.

and it’s then that she realizes that she was totally and completely fucked. he’d warned her that she didn’t know what she would be getting herself into if she became involved with him but with the way he ate her pussy out so good and had her wanting more, cleo realized that she was willing to test the boundaries of her restraint.

…

cleo didn’t like lying, she’s always prided herself about being a truthful person regardless of the repercussions that could follow. she didn’t like people lying to her so in return, she treated everyone with the same decency of respect and remained truthful about everything. it’s not until she starts dating stack that lying easily becomes integrated into her life.

she goes to church with her father every sunday, sits in the front pew and listens as he recites sermons and scriptures about demons and evils that plagued the world. it guilted her knowing that he was wistfully unaware of the fact that she was bedding with someone he referred to as one of the demons that walked amongst them, but the way he made her feel was better than anything she’s ever experienced before.

so she keeps the secret buried deeply, and listens halfheartedly at his preachings as she finds her mind wandering on stack again. it’s easier to hide behind her fib with her father, but naomi’s naturally pestering curiosity always gets the better of her and a simple response of “i already have something planned.” does not offer enough of a rational explanation for her.

“you’ve been acting weird these past few weeks…” she acknowledges with a skeptical brow and pursed lips. she narrows her gaze in on cleo who desperately hopes that she doesn’t look too hard enough to see the hickies stack sucked on her shoulder and breast the other night. “you’re here during the day, but always sneak out to go somewhere at night like you’re meeting someone,” she accents, her perception’s dangerously close to discovering cleo’s secret.

“i’m not.” the lie falls disbelieving to both of their ears. naomi gives her a narrowed look, tilting her head. she bites on her lip in contemplation, sighing softly as she concedes. “okay! but you can’t say anything to anyone especially not my dad.”

naomi gives her a bemused look but nods.

“i might be seeing someone,” cleo murmurs, averting her eyes to naomi to see her eyebrows raise. “i am seeing someone. but don’t ask who! because i’m not going to tell you who it is. i’m only telling you this because i know you wouldn’t stop hounding me if i didn’t.”

naomi stands there quiet, considering her words. “is he married?”

“what!?” cleo beseeches, frowning at her friend’s absurd accusation. “girl, no! i am not a fucking homewrecker!”

“hey, it’s a fair assumption!” naomi rebuttals, raising her hands in the air at her defense. “you’re being sneaky and sleeping over at his place at night… it made me think that you only go over there because that’s the only time that you’re allowed to.”

“no. i’m not fucking a married man.” cleo states. she continued to stuff her clothes in her overnight bag, avid to get to stack’s place. she could feel naomi’s he eyes still piercing through her, curiosity sits on her tongue wanting to inquire further about the guy’s identity. but she thankfully relents, only giving cleo a hum of acknowledgment when she grabs her bag and clamors a parting bye as she walks out.

when she arrives at his house, she’s greeted with a smile and kiss, his arm wraps around her waist as she melts softly into the embrace. he maneuvers her bag from her hands, allowing to to fall absentmindedly to the floor with a loud thud. his hands are groping her everywhere; sliding over her ass, squeezing her titties, palming her cunt through the flimsy pair of leggings that she wore. it’s almost feral how both of their bodies aligned with the same wanton desire.

she loves how the outside world becomes a distant memory for them as they remain secluded in the privacy of his house with no worries of interruption or ridicule waiting. “if you had any common sense you’d stay away from him,” had been a warning, but she found herself gravitating towards him despite their attempts of deterrence. and she had no intentions of letting go of this feeling or him.

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Joshua (SVT) | Hand sizes fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader (but reader has smaller hands than shua) A/N: SOMEONE (ehm ehm @hanniedream) mentioned shua's hands to me and now i wanna die

“You know,” Joshua starts out of nowhere, pausing the show you were watching, and licks his lips, “You’re literally dating me and you never asked for something the fans ask me for all the time.”

You scoff, but a smirk plays on your lips while you turn towards him. “I’d hope so. What kind of kinky shit is it?”

He rolls his eyes with a sigh. “It’s innocent, pervert.”

“Okay, sorry, what is it then?”

You watch with a confused frown as your boyfriend sets the remote down and shows his palm to you. When you don’t catch on, he continues: “You never asked to compare hand sizes with me.”

You blink at him a couple times with a deadpan expression.

“We’re literally holding hands all the time.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same,” he pouts and nods towards his hand. You quirk a brow at him.

“Joshua, I don’t need to compare your hand with mine to know yours is enormous,” you try to say it gently, but the situation is too unserious. He shuffles closer to you, angling his whole body towards you. You watch with nothing but pure amusement as he huffs when you make no move to do the same, so he has to adjust his position, pull your legs up and over his own thighs and then pull you closer. “You’re cute.”

“And you’re being difficult and mean,” he narrows his eyes at you.

“Mean? Avoiding holding hands from now on would be mean,” you tease, relishing in the way his eyes widen and the disbelieving sigh from his lips, “But I’m not doing that, am I?”

“I bet you will though,” he murmurs, his lips pouted and his eyes holding the same hurt as a puppy that was denied treats. You sigh, reassuring him you wouldn’t do that to him. “Prove it then. Hold my hand, I dare you.”

It’s a trap. Of course it’s a fucking trap. You know it, he knows it, he knows you know it, and you know he knows you know it. Everyone knows it.

Just the same as everyone should know that your very petty boyfriend will give you the cold shoulder while doing his best to pretend he isn’t actually doing that if you refuse. You’re also pretty sure the pout would get stuck on that pretty face, which might not be as bad, but it’d be one more thing for him to whine about. Again, not that bad. Why are you letting him manipulate you then?

You slide your hand into his extended one. In your last effort to get some control over this situation you pull his hand to your lips and slowly kiss his knuckles. “There, I’m holding your hand.”

Joshua smiles, leaning over your hands to kiss you, to connect your lips as well.

“Thank you,” he coos sweetly, kissing your cheek right after.

And then, inevitably, he pulls aways and in one quick maneuver has your palm pressed against his. He chuckles like he’s surprised that his hand is bigger than yours. Honestly you wonder if there’s anyone you know whose hands are bigger than your boyfriend’s. You smile at him fondly. He’s so easy to please sometimes, acting like he pulled off some grand scheme when it’s just… this.

“Wow,” he bites his lip and looks at you, “I won.”

“Yeah, like, you won the genetic lottery in every way. What a surprise, I haven’t noticed until now,” you roll your eyes, but you let him have his fun and don’t pull your hand away just yet. He covers it with his, now his time to kiss the back of your hand and rub his cheek against it.

“Sounds like you’re flirting with me,” he draws out the last syllable, grinning at you like you just admitted your darkest secret to him. Cute. He’s being too cute.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Can we go back to the show now?”

You free your hand, only to change your mind at the last second - after seeing Joshua starting to pursue his lips again - and run it through his hair. You shake your head when he leans into your touch.

“Say you love me,” he demands softly.

“I love you,” you say with your hand cupping his cheek. He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm before helping you untangle yourself from him and pressing the play button.

It doesn’t take long for him to pull you into his side and guide your head to his shoulder. It’s the perfect position to see him bite back a smile when you hold his hand under the blanket.

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afterglowsainz · 1 year ago

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yes, and? | max verstappen

summary: max’s impossible crush finally notice him, but he’s stuck in a pr relationship

fc: simone ashley

a/n: so i try something a bit different with this one and made it on the longer side (if you’ve listened to ariana’s song you know this is gonna be messy for sure) (also, simone ashley??? or the prettiest woman ever??? i’m obsessed with her)

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melinoelliones · 1 year ago

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Jax NSFW Alphabet

I don't even know how I managed to forget to do his NSFW Alphabet... So anyways here it isss

Jax - Heat Part 2 is coming btw!!! It's almost done. Click here to read Jax Heat Part 1 if you haven't read already!

What I think he would do may not align with what YOU think he would do! I have tried to make this mostly gender neutral but I fear I slipped a bit of x Fem Reader is there. Also sorry for the ugly banner, his png's aren't great lmao.

My writing skills have fallen off since I've been off for like what 2 months, but I am working on getting better!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jax is the type to talk over what you guys just did in bed, maybe mock you a bit but it always follows up with him smothering you in kisses and ass grabs. His large grin shows as he pulls you closer knowing you get embarrassed when he mocks you.

“?!&% ?!&% ?!&%, feels so good” he moans out, mocking your previous words as you hide your head into his chest in hopes that you’ll disappear from this world. “I’m just kidding babe, you’re so hot when you do it. Lets me know i’m doing it right yanno” he jested, slapping his hand against your ass before pulling you tighter into his chest.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jax likes his hands the most. Them in contrast to your body drives him crazy, and seeing his fingers in you is insane.

His favourite part of you would be your stomach or thighs for sure. He’s a thighs guy, what can I say. When you and the guys are hanging out, he is 100% sitting with his head on your thighs or just between your legs like its nothing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Anywhere and everywhere. He loves to cover you in it, your perfect body being defiled by his cum is everything to him. Only he gets to do that to you, you’re his property and he can do whatever he wants with it.

He also just likes filling you with it, after rounds and rounds he gets to watch it slowly try and seep out of your precious holes.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He enjoys watching you get off, he could sit and watch like it was a tv show. Bonus points if he can guide you through it, making you edge yourself until you ignore his commands and he has to come over and punish you.

His oral fixation comes in waves, having your tits in his mouth is like heaven. He will never tell a single soul that, even you, but we all know it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

A part of me wants to say that in the outside world he’s a raging virgin, now he’s in the circus so he can just go crazy.

But another part of me wants to say he’s super experienced, but he’s never been with someone like you. Not even in a stereotypical way, but he’s just not usually into you as a type.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Mutual masterbation where ya’ll are side by side. From time to time he’ll just slide his free hand over to your body and play with it too.

Doggy but he’s so unserious with it. He’ll put his foot up by your head to make sure to get as deep as he can into you.

Cowgirl/riding and reverse cowgirl for sure. His hands are so large that they can carry your body with ease, so being in these positions means when he wants me he can just place them above your hips and slam you into him. Then he gets to watch your stomach bulge out with each stroke and your face contort.

“?!&%, well would you look at that” Jax hissed, skimming his fingertips across your stretched skin as he took in the sight of the bulge protruding from your stomach.

Jax let out a small chuckle before grabbing your hand and placing it over the hump, “you feel that doll? You feel how full you are hmm?”. Your glossy eyes glanced into his as he began to thrust into you, your palm rising and falling with each one.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be humorous but most times I don’t even think it’s intentional.

Like if he was to say “woahhh, easy there tiger. If you go that fast you’ll cum before me, and you know that's not allowed”. I’d probably laugh but he’s dead serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Canonically… probably none.

To ME, he wouldn’t care to keep himself trimmed up nice. It’s a bit crazy down there but I don’t care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be both super romantic and just zoned in.

“?!&% babe keep going, my cock feels so good in that pretty throat of yours”

“Oh you poor thing, are you tired? But I’m not finished with you yet, so looks like we have a little bit longer to go”

“You’re mine, my personal fuck toy remember? So come over here, let me use your body for a bit”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he get off himself when he has you? You can fulfill every need and more at any given time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia for sure, he mocks you for crying but he want more always

“Are you crying?” he cooed, grinning as he looked down at your sweet face, your tears mixing with your saliva at the corners of your lips.

“Awww you poor thing, bit off more than you can chew did we? Better finish off what you started, you’re doing so well, I’ll make sure to paint that pretty little throat of yours white” Jax growled, caressing your damp lower face with his hand and sliding his cock deeper down your throat, your gargles slowly inching him closer and closer to ecstasy. That and the fact he could see you rubbing your thighs together for your own enjoyment.

Overstimulation and edging for sure, he’s the ultimate tease. There are days he will make you edge yourself over and over again until you can’t any longer, just to then take over and overstimulate you till your body is a mess.

Free use and CNC 100% You guys have nothing but spare time, so having you at his disposal at all times is perfect. He doesn’t care the location, who’s around or who could come around. If he wants it, he’ll have it, and everyone else will have to deal with it.

“B~But Gangle is looking for us J~Jax”, “So? Why the hell do I care? That crybaby won’t say a word regardless. I want to fill you up right here and now n no one will stop me from doing so” he vowed, unbuckling his overalls with one hand and leaning you over the railing with the other.

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

Anywhere, he legit does not care where. He does enjoy public places though as he enjoys watching your nervous face when you hear the others roaming around, and he gets to feel you clench around him as they get closer due to fear.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You being a brat, he likes to fuck the brat out of you.

Also just when you’re super needy, your body listens well when it wants something.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Toys on himself, he really isn’t into it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Is it bad if I say his preference is receiving? Not saying he doesn’t give, but he prefers to get head.

“Ugh fine, stop with the frowning already and come over here before I change my mind” Jax huffed, rolling his eyes as he gestured for you to go to him. Sometimes he would act as if he didn’t want it, but he thoroughly enjoyed having you on his face, your thighs encasing his face as he got to play with you.

“Remember dollface, I’m the one in control here, so I’ll have you here until all you can focus on is my tongue against you”

He enjoys head, so much so that he just has to fuck you after every time.

“?!&% you did so good, so ?!&%ing good baby” he breathlessly huffed, tangling a large portion of your hair into his hand and sliding you off of his dripping cock, a mixture of spit and cum still connecting you to it as he yanked you up.

Before you could even really comprehend what was going on, your lips met his, resulting in the neediest of kisses. You hadn’t even had a chance to take a breath before, both of your hands now roughly exploring eachothers bodies, you both wanted nothing more than to be one.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Sometimes he just needs to be balls deep in you, crashing into you with no remorse. Other times he likes to take it slow and and make sure you feel every touch.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Daily. Not much else to do is there.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

All the time, again, y'all have endless time so why not?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go like 4-5 rounds back to back, others just 2 but a load of oral in between.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

On you he loves them, especially the vibes. Making you have one on you while you guys are with the others is like entertainment for him. Having to watch you squirm in silence while the others stare, oblivious as to why you're so antsy.

“Are you okay? You’re acting like Pomni right now?”, “They’re fineeee, aren’t you? Go on, tell them” Jax jested, turning up the vibe as you went to open your mouth, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to form a straight sentence with it that high.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

To the point that it could drive one insane.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t too loud but he likes to dirty talk, he knows it turns you on.

“Does my cock feel that good? You’re drooling”

“Go on, cum on this cock. Make sure everyone knows it’s yours”

“You think Caine can see us right now hmm? Lets put on one hell of a show for him, I know he probably has one hell of a filthy mind. If he didn’t, wouldn’t he have stopped up by now?”

“You’re so ?!&%ing lucky I can’t breed you in this place”

“Do you want the others to hear you? Because you aren’t too good at holding your tongue”

“I’m gonna fill you up nice and good, only I can violate this, it’s mine”

“Stop covering your mouth, I need to hear how well I fuck you”

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

He wants to watch you fuck someone else, just so he can see how pathetic they are at making you feel good. Only he can make you cum, only he knew your sweet spots and what you liked. You’re practically molded to him, you are his and no one will compare, but he wants to watch someone try.

Jax watched as one of the NPC’s he had snuck in frantically fucking you, your fake moans only making him sigh heavily in the chair at the end of the bed. He was almost getting annoyed at the fact that this NPC was barely even trying, he was just using your body at this point.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure you actually cum” Jax reassured, caressing your cheek before making his way to your legs, “A* for effort but you’re done” he scowled, shoving the NPC aside before he could even consider defiling your body any further.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Its girthy and long. It took you a long time to get use to, but now nothing else can satisfy you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It can go from wanting it everyday to just tired of it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It can be pretty instant after the aftercare, but even while asleep his body still pulls you into him for security.

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xavathun · 10 months ago

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i am fucking Thinking about how death is handled in destiny 2 once again.

in regards to guardians it’s almost treated as like a joke or something deeply unserious? possibly even alien in a way due to how we kill and destroy and wreck havoc against our alien foes, but we ourselves never die. it’s really interesting to me cause there really isn’t a lot that can permanently kill a guardian so it makes sense we’d have this perception. like off the top of my head you have weapons of sorrow, hive rituals where the light is drained from a guardian, and paracausal beings which ofc includes other guardians. but that isn’t a lot, most deaths are not permanent and so this perception of death among guardians seems like death really isnt that big of a deal.

we jump off the tower and then get resurrected and have a little laugh about it. guardians constantly kill each other for fun in crucible. we are always doing incredibly stupid shit but we are rewarded because our enemies do not share in our immortality. it’s fascinating bc this not only makes us become riskier as time goes on due to being rewarded (enemies defeated) for our lack of self preservation, but this also makes guardians as a whole uniquely unsuited to handle grief and loss. if you spend your whole unlife winning and thinking that if a friend dies they’ll just come right back, it’s such a shock if (or rather when) they actually do die permanently. and then that guardian has to spend the rest of their immortal, undying life remembering. they have to live with that while they watch the newer guardians flood into the tower with the same naive disposition as they once had.

i’m sure guardians know theoretically they could die permanently at any point, especially because of those like dredgen yor, but i feel like for most it’s one of those things that most would say “well that would never happen to me” until it does happen. guardians seem to just have this inability to let go and it makes me want to bite drywall because i think abt it too long and start going feral. like!! the past may be the past but it sure doesn’t feel like it when you’re immortal and you remember that shit clear as day!!! aghhhh pacing around my room in circles and eating ROCKS

#chat i’m back in the fucking building (being obsessed with how games deal with death)#so sorry if this is incoherent or rambley it’s like 2am and i got hit with the most intense case of brain worms #i’m simply feeling extra silly tonight ig #also sorry if the breaks in text are weird. tumblr formatting wants me dead but also i didn’t want just a wall of text #destiny 2 #destiny the game #whispers from the garden

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wordsmeetwbb · 3 months ago

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Let's Play Mermaids

Word count: 1.2k

Content: fluff

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: I've had a lot of requests for a cruise fic! I know you guys want cruise smut (and you will get it) but this is not that. This is sickeningly sweet and also incredibly unserious. Enjoy and please send in your reactions. They genuinely give me so much motivation which I am seriously lacking rn.

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The sun shines down on Paige’s back, warming her skin comfortably. A light breeze washes over her as she lies face down in the sand. She hadn’t even put a towel down first. Azzi had laughed at her as she laid her own towel out, knowing that Paige would inevitably end up complaining to her later about all the cracks and crevices sand had made its way into.

The sun, sand, and air aren’t really what make Paige feel so delightfully warm, though. It’s Azzi. She’s lying on her stomach a few feet away from Paige, propped up on her elbows, reading what is undoubtedly a low-quality romance novel. She’s glowing. Paige misses this moment already, before she’s even left it.

“Az,” she calls, reaching an arm out towards her girlfriend. Azzi hums, not looking up from her book. “We should get in the water,” she suggests. Azzi mumbles something that sounds disappointingly like a ‘no’. Paige rolls over onto her back, then keeps going onto her stomach again, flopping herself closer to Azzi. Azzi glances up, shoots her a judgemental look, and goes right back to reading. Paige pouts.

“Pay attention to me,” she whines, draping an arm over Azzi’s waist, fingertips tracing lines on her ribcage. Azzi continues ignoring Paige but lets out a contented sigh. Paige groans, pushing herself even closer to the brunette. Azzi looks up again, eyes moving to where Paige has taken up the edge of her pink beach towel. Little mounds of sand decorate the fabric, courtesy of Paige’s movements.

“You got sand on my towel,” Azzi accuses. She doesn’t move away though. Doesn’t even push Paige off the towel. Paige smiles wide. “Why do you look proud?”

“Because the sand got you to stop ignoring me!” Azzi tries her very best to look annoyed. She’s not particularly successful. Paige’s smile turns into a grin.

“Azzi, baby, please will you come get in the water? I wanna swim,” Paige begs.

“Go swim by yourself. You’re an adult,” Azzi counters. Paige’s smile drops. Her fingers splay out on Azzi’s waist, feeling the soft, warm skin. She traces over a couple of freckles she knows are there.

“It’s not gonna be fun by myself. You wouldn’t really make me go swim by myself, would you? It’s the ocean! What if there’s, like, a shark or something? Or a giant wave just picks me up and takes me away! Then what would you do? You wouldn’t have a girlfriend anymore because I’d be dead! So really, like, you have to come swim with me,” Paige bargains. Azzi’s judgemental stare is back.

“If I come and swim with you, how is that going to help you not get eaten by a shark?” she questions.

“It wouldn’t. But Az, then we would both get eaten by a shark, so you wouldn’t have to live without me. I would never do that to you. I’m just trying to protect you here. That’s why you have to come swim with me.” Azzi lets out a long-suffering sigh.

“Your logical reasoning skills need to be studied,” she mutters. But she bookmarks the page she’s on and sets down the book, rolling out of Paige’s grip to stand up. Paige springs up next to her. She follows Azzi down the beach like a lost puppy, trailing her to the water. And if her eyes wander down to her ass in that tiny bikini a few too many times to be accidental, well, that’s nobody’s business.

“Stop staring at my ass, Bueckers,” Azzi calls. Paige pouts.

“You don’t know that’s what I was doing,” she defends. Azzi stops, turns around, and raises an eyebrow.

“No? Why are you walking five feet behind me then?” Paige just grins, content to be caught. She can’t see Azzi’s face, but she knows she’s smiling.

When they reach the water, Paige runs past Azzi, her steps sending water splashing everywhere. Azzi shrieks, quickly stepping back out of the water. Paige spins in a dramatic circle, arms out, tanned skin sparkling with droplets of water.

“Az, come on! It’s not even cold and you have to protect me from sharks!” Azzi rolls her eyes but she’s grinning and wading into the water anyway. She makes her way out to where Paige is standing, the water up to the bottom of her ribs. She splashes some water at Paige, a playful smile on her face. Paige doesn’t even retaliate. She just looks at Azzi.

“So pretty,” she murmurs. Azzi’s cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink. Paige wants to kiss her but she thinks, even on this stop of their celebratory graduation cruise where hypothetically no one knows them, that it probably wouldn’t be the wisest idea.

“In my head, I’m kissing you right now,” Azzi says, echoing Paige’s thoughts. Paige takes a step forward.

“Remind me why we’re not allowed to kiss in public. Because nothing I can think of is more important than how fucking good you look right now.” Azzi laughs.

“Smooth, Paige. You can kiss me for as long as you want when we get back to our room later,” Azzi promises. Paige extends her arms towards Azzi, not close enough to pull her into an embrace, but Azzi steps into the hug. She can feel Paige’s calloused fingers dragging little circles into her shoulder blades. It’s everything she’s ever wanted.

“Hey Azzi?” Paige asks, hands dragging down to Azzi’s hips, thumbs brushing over the top of her bikini. Azzi shivers despite the tropical heat from the sun.

“Yeah?” She murmurs back. She feels Paige giggle, her stomach shaking slightly against her own.

“Do you wanna play mermaids with me?” Azzi sighs, but her chest feels warm right where her heart is and she can’t keep the smile off her lips as she pulls away from Paige.

“Stupid question,” she replies. Paige’s face falls in disappointment, but Azzi doesn’t stop. “Of course I want to play mermaids, dumbass. Who wouldn’t want to play mermaids on a literal island?” Paige’s face lights up, eyes sparkling.

“I literally love you, like, so much. I’ve told you that, right? Because honestly, who else is gonna be down to play mermaids with me like you are? Not that I think most people wouldn’t want to play mermaids with me, but sometimes people act like they’re too cool to play mermaids. You’d never do that to me, right Az?” A soft smile overtakes Azzi’s face as Paige rambles.

“I call dibs on being the mermaid with the pink tail,” Azzi declares, swimming further into the water. Paige chases her.

“Deal. I get to have a purple tail. Oh, and I can talk to dolphins.” Azzi pushes Paige under the water, quickly diving down after her and pressing a kiss to her lips. They pop back up to the surface quickly. Paige’s loopy grin is doing funny things to Azzi’s insides.

“So the basketball players aren’t allowed to be gay in public but the mermaids are?” Paige teases. Azzi groans.

“Oh, shut up.”

“You love me because I don’t shut up,” Paige argues. Azzi wants to protest, but they both know she’d be lying.

“Yeah,” she agrees. “I love you.” Paige reaches out and squeezes her girlfriend’s hip, communicating everything she isn’t supposed to do outside the privacy of their rooms.

“I love you too. Now can we please just play mermaids?” And it may be silly, but Azzi has never wanted to do anything more in her life.

#uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #pazzi fics

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amorienomore · 3 months ago

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authors note: yk i had to do the rest, so without further ado…

babydaddy!jjk headcanons because i couldn’t get nanami’s out of my head (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

babydaddy!gojo

ᥫ᭡. you’re co-parenting with the most unserious man alive.

ᥫ᭡. he lets your kid stay up late, eat sweets for breakfast, and teaches them how to prank you. when you call to yell at him, he just laughs and says, “lighten up, sweets.”

ᥫ᭡. he’s also the dad who shows up to every school event, takes a million pictures, and brags about your kid to literally everyone.

ᥫ᭡. still hopelessly in love with you. will dramatically sigh and say, “we could be a family again, y’know” at least once a week.

babydaddy!geto

ᥫ᭡. was the fun, cool dad until he disappeared. you quite frankly don’t hear from him for a while, and then suddenly he’s back, all mysterious, like, “i had things to handle.” like sir, we have a child together (+ mimi and nana)

ᥫ᭡. your kid is a mama’s baby because geto was gone sooo long, and now he’s highkey lowkey jealous.

ᥫ᭡. makes up for lost time by being ridiculously attentive. picks them up, twirls them around, takes them on little adventures.

ᥫ᭡. “i missed so much. but i’ll never miss another thing again.” (and somehow, that promise includes you, too.)

babydaddy!ijichi

ᥫ᭡. the most nervous first-time dad. he read every parenting book, watched every video, and yet still panics when the baby cries.

ᥫ᭡. the type to say, “i don’t want to be a burden..” when he’s literally the most reliable of them all.

ᥫ᭡. is definitely still into you but would never say it. too respectful. too scared.

ᥫ᭡. your kid draws a picture of the three of you together, and he gets all emotional.

babydaddy!toji

ᥫ᭡. bare minimum parenting king.

ᥫ᭡.“why would i buy milk when you have a whole factory on your chest?”

ᥫ᭡. teaches your kid questionable survival skills, like how to climb out of any situation and the fastest way to steal food from a convenience store.

ᥫ᭡. surprisingly very soft when your kid hugs him out of nowhere. won’t show it, but you catch the way he holds on just a bit longer.

ᥫ᭡. loves you but he won’t beg.

ᥫ᭡. oh he’s definitely the dad that forces your kid to act younger than they are at restaurants

babydaddy!shiu

ᥫ᭡. acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s actually super involved.

ᥫ᭡. your kid is dressed in the freshest of fits because he refuses to let them look sloppy.

ᥫ᭡. shows up unannounced at your place like, “i came to see our kid, do i really need your permission?” but stays to fix things around the house.

ᥫ᭡. makes sure not to smoke infront of your kid.

ᥫ᭡. “you need anything?” sounds casual, but there’s some hidden meaning behind that question.

babydaddy!choso

ᥫ᭡. the sweetest, most protective father. your kid is basically glued to his hip.

ᥫ᭡. hates conflict. will do anything to keep the peace between you two because “the baby needs a calm environment.”

ᥫ᭡. hand-makes gifts for your kid, like cute little beaded bracelets and tiny scarves.

ᥫ᭡. it goes without saying, that he deeply misses being a family.

babydaddy!sukuna

ᥫ᭡. the deadbeat that somehow still has his kid obsessed with him.

ᥫ᭡. disappears for months, then randomly shows up with an expensive gift like, “what, you think i’d forget my own spawn?”

ᥫ᭡. lowkey jealous when your kid loves you more.

ᥫ᭡. gets surprisingly defensive when you call him a bad father. “i might not be perfect, but i’m trying dammit.”

ᥫ᭡. you’d have to be the one to get your family back together because he damn sure isn’t.

#jjk #jjk men #babydaddy jjk #jjk toji #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk choso #jjk ijichi #jjk sukuna #jjk shiu #jjk x reader #jjk x yn #ᥫ᭡.amorienomore #jjk dilfs #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader

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ambitiouspotions · 3 months ago

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RUSTED PICKUP | JAVIER PEÑA | ONESHOT

summary — javier reconnects with his childhood best friend’s sister on his father’s ranch

word count — 4.1k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, language, smut

author’s note — too much stress, but not enough to not think about javi *sigh* i also promise i’m not avoiding my inbox

the cows in the pasture dunked their noses into the basin of water, softly mooing as water dripped from their mouths full of cud. the calves were enjoying the breeze, playfully jumping by their mothers who could be less amused with them and more focused on the herd. the steers were on the perimeter ducking their heads down to munch on the pillowy grass beneath their hooves. in a separate pasture, the bulls were content, sniffing in the breeze and roaming the open field. it was a pleasant sight to live within. the livestock of the peña ranch was thriving and part of that was thanks to you. calving season had ended on a successful note, and now the foaling season would begin; there was never any pausing for nature.

you were in the maternity ward, or that was what you had always jokingly referred to it as. the left side of the horse stables had the larger stalls for the pregnant mares, and your coveralls were soaked in various fluids having to help the mare deliver her new foal and after birth.

you were writing the care instructions and invoice for the ranch hand, luis, who had stepped away needing to tend to one of the horses in the pasture that was kicking up far too much dust and becoming too rowdy due to a loose piece of trash that had spooked it.

“javito?” you questioned in disbelief, your brows furrowing as you looked up from your clipboard when hearing shuffling to your side. it wasn't luis, but another mustached man hard at work. javier peña, son of chucho peña, the man who owned the ranch and also your brother’s childhood friend.

javier had left texas, gone out of the country, and brought down a major player in the war on drugs. you didn't follow javier's life, but you did follow the news. he had worked hard for years trying to control the narcos overseas and stop the importation of illegal substances into the united states. life for you had been simpler, but not any less busy. caring for large animals for the animals in and around laredo, texas. emergencies, minor injuries, uncommon questions or concerns, among other things. you had both chosen very different paths.

you had moved out of your parents’ ranch house only to move back in years later after breaking off your engagement. javier had been balls deep in more colombian whores than he could count and knocked the generic paintings off the walls in the apartment of the embassy while he bottomed out. you, well, you were fiending for a new unserious relationship after settling for the bare minimum while you were with your ex-fiance.

javier turned his head despite the heavy feed bag over his shoulder. that nickname would only ever surface from one person, you. he stared at you, his mouth suddenly dry. when has he ever stumbled on some witty remark or quick draw on a flirtatious introduction? he was acting as if he was seeing a ghost. he never knew his father hired you.

“vaquita,” he responded, taking the sack of sweet oats off of his shoulder. he approached you slowly, placing his elbows on the stall door, taking your presence in with uncertainty. “you're the vet.”

that ridiculous nickname, ‘little cow,’ from the time you were eleven years old because you had bought some injured little calf from the saturday morning auction with your pocket change that your father had given you for lunch. your older brother, ruben, and javier, his friend, who were five years older than you, had only looked away for a minute. you were holding your hand up so high the moment calf number twenty-eight was up for grabs. no one wanted that thing, the auctioneer practically gave it away for two dollars. he probably would've given it away for less if you didn't push the money into his hand so quickly.

you were so excited, you had gone up to the fence letting it lick your hand. it’s fur was missing in some spots, walked with a limp, and looked like it had been trampled by the rest of the herd, but it was yours. you named him kisses. when ruben saw you hanging over the fence to give your docile calf scratches behind the ear, your brother was complaining to javier about the lack of space in the horse trailer.

“how am i going to fit that ugly—”

“kisses is not ugly!” you defended the calf, almost immediately. yes he was, he was hideous, so hideous in fact that your brother was wondering if it might be easier to “accidentally” let it loose the moment you arrived home. your father was going to think that the calf was an embarrassment to the livestock they raised.

“he's a boy, cojones are hanging and his tag is white. you bought a lame cow and gave him a girly name,” ruben huffed, helping you off the fence. the cow let out a soft ‘murring’ noise shaking his patchy head, licking his leathery nose wet.

“don’t get mad at vaquita, she has more cojones than that bull,” javier teased, watching you climb onto the fence again as the cow’s tongue wrapped around your hand. “vaquita and her new friend are gonna have to ride in the back.

ruben was laughing at the name javier had settled on for you. vaquita you were, but not even a teasing nickname could dull your spirits seeing as you had a new companion to bring home.

you rode in the tailgate of the truck clutching the makeshift lead around kisses the cow. your father was confused the moment ruben pulled the horse trailer next to the barn. the two horses were there, but you and the cow were also there. it took him a while to get used to some ugly calf being integrated into the herd of healthy bovines.

that was the first animal you truly cared for. the vet that aided kisses was the reason for your chosen occupation.

“yeah, the vet,” you nodded your head once in agreement. you eyed the mare with her foal, unlatching the stall door. javier moved back, opening the door for you as you exited.

“i haven't seen you since ruben’s graduation party,” you began, looking at how his mustache had filled out, how his shoulders had broadened, how he was even carrying himself differently.

“i've been busy,” javier said casually, watching you strip your rubber boots and coveralls. you dusted your socks before dawning your leather work boots. you pulled down the sleeves of your shirt. that had been scrunched and out of the way from the shoulder-length gloves you had taken off to begin writing.

“i know,” you laughed softly, ensuring the latch to the stall was secure with the carabiner.

“you know, vaquita?” javier raised an eyebrow, as a smirk played on the corner of his mouth.

“everybody around here talks about you, but i didn't expect to see you,” you confessed folding the coveralls into a rough square so your hands wouldn't touch the grime the clothing had acquired.

“i moved back,” javier admitted, kicking the loose dirt with his boot. his eyes now darted to the new foal nursing from its mother.

“welcome home.” you didn't know if your tone was sarcastic or endearing when it came out. you thought he was moving away from his goal of being an agent, but in reality, he was done. working at the ranch he grew up on, was backwards for you, but he felt was contrary. it was time to rest his mind. he fought too hard. he worked too much.

“you grew up, vaquita,” he was trying to avoid the conversation about his absence. he was fixated on your body without being covered in the tan working overalls. he could really take in your figure now. the way the belt laid on your hips, the way your shirt was misbuttoned, how it wasn't tucked in straight.

“you could say that without staring at my tits.”

“no, i couldn't have,” javier chuckled, as you slid him the paperwork you were writing out for luis.

“i feel awful for the girls you used to hit on,” you rolled your eyes taking your bag off the peg, stuffing your clipboard inside the oversized sack.

“you only feel awful because it wasn't you,” javier quipped only to be met by your gagging noise.

“oh yes, i’m sure sixteen-year-old you would’ve been dying to flirt with eleven-year-old me,” you teased, knowing he never had much interest in you other than to bother you while being accompanied by your older brother.

“well, maybe i had no interest in you at all until now,” javier confessed to the truth you already knew. he picked up the bag of feed again. you could see his muscles flexing through his plaid shirt.

your pager was beeping on your belt loop, with a quick look at javier you gathered your rubber boots in your hand.

“i’ve got an emergency across town, but call my office,” you said, a smile riddling your face. “we can catch up more when we both have less work to do.”

“no problem, doctor vaquita.”

you hadn't known how the next few weeks had transpired after javier got a hold of your personal number. you and javier hadn’t done much talking. you had mentioned small things in passing: ruben’s whereabouts, your failed engagement, javier’s vague stories about columbia that he didn't want to dwell on, but most of it was asking how you liked to be fucked.

each time was like experimenting, javier constantly trying to make it even better than the last time. most of the time it was late at night with him covering your mouth or shoving your head into a pillow. moving the headboard away from the wall to silence the creaking and slamming it would cause. both of you were getting fed up with having a filter on your affairs.

what was more southern comfort than sliding your pants off in the back of a field?

you were in the farm truck, pulling to the furthest point of the peña ranch, watching javier hauling branches into the large bonfire. javier’s tailgate was almost empty.

the rickety truck you were borrowing was your father's, the newest thing about it was the tires. it’s rusted patches, sun-damaged dash, exposed wiring, and missing floorboard were all characteristics of a well-loved farm truck. the seats on the inside were caked with years of dust and dirt.

it had so many miles, but they weren't accurately kept seeing as the odometer and gas gauge were both broken. the truck had a list of rules that came with driving it. no going over thirty-five miles per hour, no driving it longer than thirty minutes without topping it off with gas, check the oil each time before it goes in the garage, don’t pop the tailgate without holding the left side, knock the side of your hand against the gear shift before switching gears.

when the truck had been clean was the day you came home from the hospital, other than that even your father couldn't pinpoint a time when the blue, now brown spotted truck was in a better condition.

you turned the ignition off once the truck was backed into place. javier had to clear the branches anyway. this was just killing two birds with one stone.

javier was flicking his cigarette butts skillfully into the fire. one after another you watched him smoke. there was a sheen of sweat that was noticeable on his forehead. he had his flannel shirt open revealing a worn wife beater. he was manspreading on your tailgate, one hand sitting in his lap casually as his shoulders were slouched.

“everything okay?” you questioned, your legs dangling over the side of the truck’s tailgate, occasionally having your boot heels click together.

“it’s hard seeing you, vaquita,” he confessed, spitting on the ground. the nicotine was suddenly leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “just wasted a whole lotta time and feel like i have nothing to show for it.”

you leaned back on your elbows looking to the stars on the cloudless night rather than javier who was next to you. “the first thing you have to do is to stop thinking that you've done nothing,” you sighed softly, the exhale clearing your lungs enough to breathe in the smoky scent of the fire. “we both know you worked hard.”

“easier said than done,” he wiped his hands against his thighs leaning forward, his head bowed slightly. “especially when i decided to come back home.”

you didn't know why javier was so occupied inside his mind tonight. you could only assume the only reason he was talking to you about it was because he had no one else to talk to about it. you figured he was talking to vaquita, ruben’s little sister, rather than sweetheart, the owner of tight pussy he ruined.

“truthfully, it makes me pissed,” javier mumbled, leaning back to mirror you. he was going to reach for another cigarette before you stopped him.

“we’re supposed to be here so we can relax,” you reminded him, turning to your side, uncomfortably being met with a sharp pain in your hip from the rivet in your jeans. you shifted again, now swinging one leg over his waist and toying with his belt. “let loose for tonight.”

the moment it was unbuckled, you were fussing with his button and zipper.

“no wastin’ time, i see?” he asked, laying back fully, a deep exhale leaving his body as he placed one of his hands behind his head to watch you. the firelight illuminating enough of the area to appreciate the view. you slid in between his legs as he lifted his hips to aid you in sliding his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion.

he spits in his hand, grasping his soft shaft, his muscle memory taking over. the way he grabbed his cock, his hand had just the right amount of slack and grip at the same time. his thumb rubbing over his tip on every upward stroke.

“we both have early mornings,” you murmured as your lips were pressed against the side of his thigh, teasingly moving to lick his balls.

“or is it because you think talking about our personal lives makes this too real?”

you lifted your head to respond, but javier had moved his hand away from his erect shaft guiding your head down his length. an easy and good way to silence you from possibly admitting the truth.

your mouth stuffed full with him, struggling to take every inch he provided. his hand caressing his cheek as he looked down on you. he was wetting his lips every so often as you continued to cover his cock with your saliva.

you only had more incentive to keep working his length as he let his lips part with a breathy moan.

“you're good at that,” javier praised, holding his hand against your cheek as your head went down further. his eyes shut for a moment feeling the back of your throat tighten around his tip. he bucked his hips making you pull back your head, a soft gag coming from your mouth. your hand was firmly against his thigh to hopefully prevent it from happening again.

catching your breath, you took to his length again, a hand around the base of his shaft you were unable to fit into your cramped mouth. as you moved your head, your hand followed, jerking more of his length upwards. your spit was on and under your fingers, ensuring all of his length was properly being cared for.

“just like that sweetheart, you know i like that,” javier’s eyes rolled back as he was met with the resistance of your hand on his thigh as he tried to move his hips upwards again, aching for more.

relaxation at its finest, warm fire accompanied by a warm mouth and soft tugs of his cock being pulled into your mouth. he could tell you were getting impatient by the way you were rubbing your thighs together, trying to match the seam of your jeans right against your clit to feel some sort of pressure or stimulation from something.

javier lifted your head from his shaft, holding your chin to speak to you directly. “you want my cock?”

you could barely focus when he held your face like that and he knew it. it made you melt, it made your head fuzzy, fuck, it made you wet.

“i asked if you want me to put my cock in your pussy,” javier repeated, shaking your chin lightly, watching your eyes flicker.

“yes,” the way he could easily flip that switch was one of the most attractive things about javier. when it came to pleasure he didn't want to play a guessing game. he wanted to be accurate and precise to absolutely ruin you.

“yes, what?” he tried to coax a longer sentence from his mouth as he sat up, only adjusting your chin when he was losing your attention.

his other hand unlatched the overly large belt buckle you had received as an award from a veterinary conference you went to. hearing the click of the buckle made you antsy, thinking about his cock about to be pushing into you.

“yes, javi, i want your cock inside of me,” you confirmed, making javier begin to slide your jeans down. his fingers met the outside of your panties, curling on the underside of the fabric.

his fingers slid inside of your walls so easily making him chuckle as your mouth fell open at the feeling of two of his fingers buried inside of you. your cheeks were flushed, as you moved against his hand.

he placed a gentle kiss against your cheek. “you gotta taste your pussy sweetheart, tell me if it’s good enough for me to have some,” he whispered the entire phrase, every few words he would place another kiss on your face. his digits moving so easily inside of your walls. your panties moved out of the way so he could have a clean exit.

he offered his slick fingers to your lips, which you accepted, licking them clean. once they were clean you took them back in your mouth again, your tongue parting his fingers and thrusting into their center.

“it’s the best pussy,” you said confidently. you expected him to pull you to his face, but that wasn't the case. he pulled your panties down to your ankles to mingle with your jeans. he was pawing in the pocket of his jeans for a condom as you somehow managed to get your boots and jeans off without tripping over him or on the bed of the truck.

when you saw the condom wrapper you were confused. he just asked you to taste yourself for his pleasure. he wanted you to sample the goods he was about to feast on, yet now he was getting his dick ready.

“don't look so disappointed,” javier taunted, as he pulled a condom over his thick length. “i’m going to eat this pussy when it’s dripping,” he assured you, guiding you onto his tip. “gotta play with my meal before i eat it.”

you closed your eyes tightly, as you sunk down. out of breath, wondering how you had managed to get so lucky to receive an ungodly amount of dick after breaking things off with your fiance.

you were barely settled on his length though your eagerness was showing because you had already started to bounce despite the tight squeeze.

“sweetheart, i promise i’m not going anywhere,” javier was holding up the edge of your shirt revealing just above your belly button, not pressing to remove it, only wanting the comfort of more of your skin as he had you on top. “take it easy,” he squeezed the edge of fat at your waist, slightly groaning as you were fully filled by him.

“it’s just so good,” you moaned, tilting your head back.

you had done it, finally soaking onto his cock, getting a good rhythm as you slid up and down. you were making him voice the sounds of pleasure that you usually spouted from your own lips.

“sweetheart, that pussy is gripping me,” javier confessed, mumbling as he pulled your clothed chest closer to his face. he couldn't deny him a few of his own unsteady thrusts upwards into you, mostly only to watch you grip his shirt.

his hands fumbled the grip on your waist having to find it again in between your relentless motions to stroke his cock in between your soaking walls.

javier had to stop you, shaking his head as he pulled his cock out of you. he helped you stand, placing one of your legs onto the raised wheel wells on the side of the truck. he was behind you, bending you forward slightly so you could grab the top of the vehicle.

he knelt down between your legs, having to slide his shirt off in the process. he was getting far too worked up to have anything other than you touching him. he craned his neck, having to steady you as his tongue began to explore your folds.

his favorite part was sucking at your clit after his tongue had been buried inside of you. you didn't know who was enjoying it more. the reactions you produced made it seem like you were the one who enjoyed it more, but the more you whined and begged for him javier continued to aid in your pleasure.

one hand was wrapped around his shaft occasionally, stroking it or gripping his base tightly, wanting his erection to be just as hard, if not more when he entered you again.

“god, fuck,” your legs began to shake as his crooked nose began to rub the same trails his tounge had taken.

“best fuckin’ pussy,” he murmured, taking a few more laps within your arousal again before he stood, guiding his solid shaft into you.

“javi, my dear god,” vocal, very vocal. you were both able to spew whatever nonsense you wanted. whatever needy desires you had. whatever overly audible moans you needed to vocalize, tonight would be the night.

javier had gotten in that disgustingly pleasurable deep thrust he had learned you loved. your eyes were fluttering, knuckles white as you gripped the rusted truck, feeling it rock beneath the both of you.

his hand slid up the bottom of your shirt, shuffling with the bottom of your bra as he gripped one of your breasts, fiddling with your nipple as he had to focus on allowing you to achieve your orgasm before he could think about his own. that was proving hard, your pussy was gripping his throbbing cock like it owed you money.

“you make this too hard,” javier lightly nipped at your shoulder as he pulled you against his chest, his position slightly squatted to continue his rail into your wet cunt. too hard to focus, too hard to not release before it was his turn, too hard not to want to stay in your pussy forever.

“o-oh, there!” you exclaimed, so high-pitched, he knew any second you would be unwinding onto his cock. he could hear his belt buckle hitting the bed of the truck as he slammed into you.

“yeah, yeah, yeah,” you whined as he pulled your chest closer, kissing just below your ear. your pussy held javier’s cock throbbing against him wildly as your orgasm surged through you.

“sweetheart,” javier moaned, tapping your leg to adjust its position on the truck. “i’m about to let you take this load,” he huffed, his eyes only now fixated on your eyes as you had turned your head to look at him as he kept pushing his dick in and out of you.

you were practically losing your mind, riding out the orgasm of your life, unable to clearly think as he was still inside of you.

“you gonna take it?” javier asked, only seeing a nod coming from your crooked head. “where?”

his movements were more ragged and uncoordinated. he was waiting for the answer impatiently, closing his eyes tightly trying to be as calm as he could in what felt like the longest three seconds of his life as he waited for you to respond.

“my mouth.” that was enough said javier was pulling his dick out of you, making you drop to your knees quickly. a bit of his seed spilling into the condom as he pulled it off. the warm cum shot into your mouth, and his dick twitched as you worked his length again, ensuring that he was drained.

javier was sweating, pushing his hair off of his forehead as he pulled up his boxers and jeans. you had crouched down to rifle for your underwear and untangle your denim from your boots.

“you really know how to take it, vaquita,” javier laid his head back against the old farm truck, his discarded shirt sitting in his lap.

“you know how to give it, javito.”

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inkytoru · 25 days ago

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HOW THE JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN REACT TO FINDING OUT YOU MADE YOU + THEM IN THE SIMS !!

★ 𓂃 CHARACTERS: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, nanami kento

★ 𓂃 A/N: this is how i’m coping with how i fucked up and deleted all my sims 4 save files + broke my game somehow by writing fluff 😭 also this is all sfw except for toji because it's toji lmfao

GOJO SATORU

“You left your computer on before you left for work, y’know.” Your boyfriend’s voice reached your ears from the living room you both share. You enter, looking at him quizzically. “I did?” “Mhm,” he nods before frowning at you and pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Why’d you make my nose so big!” You blink. “What are you talking about?” “You pain me, my beloved… We’ve been together for two years now and you still don’t know what my nose looks like…” Confusion was writ plain all over your oblivious face. Satoru cries out in that whiny tone that always reminded you of how unserious your lover was, “in your silly little life simulation game you’ve been obsessing over!” Oh. “You mean in the Sims?” A pout pulls at his lips. You start bursting into raucous laughter much to his dismay. “Hey, it’s not funny! That’s an imposter you’ve married and are raising a dog with.” When your laughter subsides, you attempt to console him all the while with an amused smile. “Okay okay, I’ll edit your Sim.” His feigned frown cracks into a smile of his own as he watches you sit in the desk chair to navigate to the character customization screen. “Good. Now tell me more about our virtual life together,” he says, resting his chin against his palm as he watches you ramble with the breathtaking features of your face lit up like a human Christmas tree. Satoru actually thought you nailed his every likeness right. He just wanted to see you laugh that beautiful laugh of yours once more and cutely gush over a future he was glad you saw with him still in it.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji’s smirk has been practically embedded upon his scarred lips ever since you sat next to him on the sofa. “Yes, Toji?” you ask, wondering why he looked so smug as if he was dangling a secret above your head. Your beloved was never the type to beat around the bush. “Doll, why didn’t you just tell me you wanted three little mini-me’s running around the house?” You freeze. So much for indulging in your fantasies you were too shy to tell him about. Groaning with a rising blush that dappled your cheeks, you cast your sheepish glance elsewhere. “The game chose for us to have triplets that all took after you for some reason, not me. But… kids would be nice one day.” you explain, embarrassed as if he caught your hand in the cookie jar. Toji leans in, his warm but minty breath mere centimeters away from your lips. “So what you’re telling me is you want to be bred, you naughty, naughty girl?” He was now giving you a dangerous expression with expanded pupils that threatened to swallow his irises whole. The blush deepens across the expanse of your face as your eyes widen, and you try to hide it behind your hands. “N-No! I mean. Yes,” comes your muffled answer. “Consider it done.” And with that, he whisks you up out of your seat and over to the bedroom, where he intended on making your wishes come true. “Tooooji!”

CHOSO KAMO

You were so lost. Why did your boyfriend look so guilty? “Choso?” you lightly call his name, watching with concern when he stops his pacing to directly look at you. “Did something happen while I was gone?” His dark brown eyes dart to the side to avoid looking at you, and you can practically see him fish for words in his head. “I… Got curious and saw a tab opened on the computer…” You nod, listening with care for what he had to say while also curious about what this ‘tab’ was as you can’t recall anything that would elicit this kind of reaction from him. “And I played a little of your video game, but um. Our kid that we had… died because of me.” Oh, now you had to squeeze all the details out of him. You continue staring at him expectantly to go on. “I made my Sim start cooking and I caused a fire that she died in,” he finishes, the culpability in his face constricting around your heart hard enough to where it hurts. “What if this is symbolic? What if this means I can’t protect a family?” Choso questions out loud, momentarily forgetting you were there. “Hey, hey,” you softly say as you walk closer and rub circles into his hand in a reassuring manner. “It’s okay. It’s just a game. You’d be a great dad, Choso.” Broken out of his thoughts, he refocuses his gaze onto you. “You think so?” “I know so.” There was the smile you loved to see. “I can remake her down to every last detail? I know that save file probably meant a lot to you…” Your heart aches yet again at how sincere the love of your life was, even for something as frivolous as this. “Don’t worry about it baby,” you reply, “let’s just go to bed, okay? It’s getting late.” Choso nods, his smile widening in relief. That night, Choso dreams of domestic times ahead with you where your future child can confirm, for a fact, that you were right about him and fatherhood.

NANAMI KENTO

With bated breath, you await his verbal reaction after he had walked in on your digital wedding with him. As always, his facial features were the picture of stoicism, and he shakes his head. “What am I to do with you, honey?” Your heart drops. “…You made me wear that to our wedding?” After a moment of stunned silence, you stifle a giggle. “Well, I figured even if you didn’t agree to this particular theme for our wedding when the time comes, I’ll vicariously live through our Sims with it!” Nanami’s indifferent facade couldn’t help but splinter. A small but fond smile wormed its way onto his face, and his next words make your heart beat ten times faster. “Why waste time on fiction when we can make this a reality?” It’s been four years with Nanami Kento, yet you still couldn’t believe your ears. “Are you saying you want to marry me?” you incredulously inquire above a whisper. The jujutsu sorcerer walks over before reaching into his pocket. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment to do this…” he mumbles as he pulls out a small, velvet-covered box that suspiciously looked like— “Is that an engagement ring?” you blurt out. “Yes,” Nanami cooly responds as he bends to one knee right before your eyes that were now brimming with tears, “it is.” “Will you marry me?” You almost barrel him over with the force of your hug. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!” The kiss you two share right then and there marked the beginning of a new chapter in both of your lives, and you still chuckle whenever asked to explain how your now husband proposed to you all those years ago.

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Left On Read - Yuta x Reader SMAU

chap 4: roblox masterlist

before watching Smile, yuta thought it would be appropriate to order you your favorite food for dinner. how did he know this much about you? you weren’t sure, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

while yuta left to shower, waiting for the food to arrive, he lent you his laptop to play whatever silly games he had. you were more of a fan of competitive games, like overwatch, fortnite, and dead by daylight, while yuta only had stardew valley, minecraft, roblox, and terraria downloaded… you decided to logon roblox.

while you were absolutely cooking up in dandy’s world, floor 20 and all, you received a message in your roblox chats..

oh. it was yuji. you could tell by his horrific 2016 username he’s never bothered to change.

minecraftgodxX69: yn ): we fucked up pls unblock us

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. you didn’t want to forgive them, not after seeing those messages. they were your best friends, yet the only one who even bothered to defend you was yuta, a man you barely knew.

part of you wanted to block him again, show him you weren’t going to back down. however, another part of you wanted some closure at the very least. to understand why they did what they did. and to insult yuji so bad he’ll never think to speak to you ever again.

so, in an act of saving your pride and not messaging yuji as “kittypower05”, your roblox username you also neglected to change, you unblocked him on imessage and sent him a quick text.

i know a lot of u DONT want to forgive them and dw im not rushing you won’t forgive them yet!! ur gonna chew yuji out next chapter… 😈 gonna have an evil arc and everything trust

sorry if this is very unserious i wanted to display how yuji and nobara rlly aren’t taking this seriously, and megumi is the only one who’s starting to realize the consequences of their actions. he’ll have a 1 on 1 moment too, soon!

thank u all so much for the support and silly comments i love reading them!! here’s the tag list love u all

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alchemistc · 6 months ago

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911 was always in my periphery bc of how popular Buck x Eddie is on Tumblr and Ao3. I didn't really want to watch a cable network procedural drama, especially one that came off as so unserious. I could also see how such invested shipping by a lot of fans who are young and think it’s ok to demand things from the cast and crew would inevitably become a toxic cesspool. I stand by that assessment of the show based on the behavior of the fandom these last months, as well as the overall quality of the writing and how often good story lines just get dropped or undermined.

However, I heard about Buck coming out. Over the summer, I was going through a lot and feeling aimless, so I finally started watching the show. And I liked Buck and Tommy, but what I really loved was the quality of the fan works they inspired. At the end of the day, I never really had real expectations of high quality television from a show like 911; that’s not what it’s for.

Despite this, what really affected me last night—which was also the first episode I bothered watching live ever because of how terrible this last week has been—wasn’t even how badly it was executed or the fact that they broke up. But how unnecessarily and viciously cruel the whole thing felt?

What was the point of showing Tommy as a caring, supportive, present partner in the previous episode if it was going to lead to an unceremonious break up? What was the point of showing his yearning for connection and family only to see him throw it all away? Why have him say such wonderful things about Buck moments before questioning the commitment of their relationship after six months together? What was the point of Buck getting that speech from Josh and bringing up marriage and moving in together and that Tommy had been a transformative relationship when it was going to end with him being dumped? It just felt so horribly cruel to see a character bare his tender heart and see it get stomped on. He looked so sad at the end.

Up till the very end of the episode, I was actually really enjoying it. Their acting was so good from heart eyes to heartbreak, and the show seemed to understand Tommy’s reaction to Buck getting hit on by those women would cause friction. It even made sense to me that Tommy would recoil at the prospect of moving in together because Buck clearly hasn’t come to terms with being queer yet (sir, you haven’t researched the Kinsey scale? You?) And Tommy is also clearly afraid to reach for the connections he wants and the seeming inevitability of his heart being broken and is masking that with nonsense about Buck needing to play the field and the biphobia present wherein. It was such an interesting depth to his character! I thought the break up speech was so well-acted, and I was so ready for the conversation they were going to have that would address it and let them move on together stronger. To see Buck learn from Josh and see the scars Tommy was unintentionally revealing in that moment and address them.

And then the credits started rolling and I felt like I got punched in the gut.

It was definitely the straw that broke the camel’s back for me, with the election and other personal stuff really stressing me out this week. Last night, I felt sick and unable to sleep, and I spent the morning bawling my eyes out. It feels like one of the few things I really looked forward to had been snatched away for the shock factor. I believe the interviews are the definite death knell, but even if you don’t follow the interviews, it was just a cruel way to end the episode. Even if this ends up being a temporary roadblock or they “fix” it, it’ll always leave a bad taste in my mouth.

Anyway, I’m upset that I let a show I always knew wasn’t very good affect me this much, and I regret spending months of my life on it. But the reason I wanted to send this ask was because my real hyperfixation these last few months was never the show itself; it was always the Bucktommy fandom. Reading some of the most beautiful fanfiction, including yours, these deep and intense character studies or au’s or future fics that show more love to these characters than the show does. The stunning art, the lovingly rendered gifs, the startlingly funny and insightful writing. The fandom has been my real love, and I hope that despite this huge blow, people like you will continue being so immensely creative and artistic for this ship.

I’m sorry this has been so long and vent-y, but I wanted to send you this ask because you’re one of my favorite fic authors, and I’ve been following your posts since last night and you’re still responding to anonymous asks. I’ve always been stealth in the fandom to avoid certain parts of it, so didn’t want this on my own blog. If you do publish it, I hope the other authors and artists and creators who have made my life better get to see it too <3 And that they don’t regret the time and passion and love they’ve poured into the last few months. I have appreciated it, if nothing else.

Hi.

First of all, please don't apologize for the length of this.

Everything you pointed out were exactly the reasons people joined this fandom. Everything you listed here is EXACTLY the reason it left such a bad taste in our mouth.

I'm sorry I won't be more eloquent in this post, because this is such a kind and thoughtful and lovely summation of all the things I've been hearing and seeing and feeling.

The point of all that, if we are to believe Lou (which I do, and honestly props to him for being as gracious as he was in those post-mortems: fucking TWO exit interviews for a guest star? wtf abc), WAS to pull the rug out from under the audience. It WAS to end it all on a shocker of heartbreak. They filmed the bulk of Tommy's S8 scenes AFTER the breakup. It is absolutely vicious and cruel and meant to make people talk about it. The engagement they are getting right now is to some extent WHAT THEY WANTED. I went straight to my notes after work and I can't be fucked to check the insta or FB to see if they've posted anything new and/or what the comment count is on the 8x06 posts but THIS IS THE INTENDED RESULT. Broken hearts, upset people, an increasingly toxic fandom crowing.

That's where I'm at. I think that's where a lot of people have landed. And it's so disheartening to see something that really genuinely drew people in because it was handled so gently and kindly at first just be ripped away and the door shut on it.

And honestly if they close the mid season OR open or close 8B on a premise that includes one of them being injured and the other having a Realization™️ I won't trust this team to do it genuinely or truly. Even the breakup would have held so much potential for me, but not like this.

Anyway. I'm sorry you're feeling so disappointed. I am grieving the missed potential of literally every plot they built up this season for every character and if I do watch it won't be live and I will likely have very little trust for it's potential. There has been So Much wasted potential.

And I want to say thank you. Even if you lurked, even if you disengage now, the creators who made those works made them out of love and they wanted to share them and the community around it all has been lovely to see. Thank you.

Some of us will still be hanging around building the world that could have been. I hope, if you feel up to peeking at that sandbox, that you feel welcome to go play in it or even just clap from the sidelines.

♥️

#bucktommy #catie for ts #truly sincerly thank you for loving bucktommy while it lasted #and thank you for putting all of my scattered thoughts into ine place #appreciate you ♥️

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