#IM NEVER EATING THIS CAKE EVER!!!

[risilence]

Birthday Cake

"Ah, Chief. So this is where you've been. Here," With a coolness that didn't quiet match the situation, Angell spoke.

Angell, not so difficultly, had tracked Chief down in her office early morning. The woman was in the beginning stages of getting ready for the day when Angell circled around her desk and extended a mini box toward her, the small gift handed into Chief's hands with a delicate push. Angell's eyes carring within them an unsure excitement as if Angell was wondering if what she had done was correct or necessary. Then again she had reassurance from Hecate, Hell, and a few other sinners yesterday when they were helping Angell bake it. A much needed help after Angell underestimated the cooking process of dessert goods. She was lucky that Kelvin had been passing along or else she would have most likely burnt her mini surprise to a black ash.

Though next time, Angell wanted to make it all by herself, since she wouldn't need to give the rest of them credit for its creation.

The boxed gift felt cold to the touch as if it were refrigerated not so long ago. A correct guess from Chief as Angell had just picked it up from the MBCC's cafeteria fridge. Bringing it over quickly before any bothersome sinners could be awake to share in this gifting cermony.

"Whats this?" Chief smiled, her hands going to the bow before looking at Angell for the approval to open her gift now.

With Angell's nod, Chief undid the ribbons and lifted the lid, the box unwinding itself to reveal a birthday cake.

"Happy birthday, Chief."

[javierduffy]

just a few javieran horse headcanons because i like them a normal amount

branwen

- tall AND fat. kieran makes sure he’s always fed (maybe even accidentally a teensy bit overfed. just because kieran can’t help but indulge him when he butts him with his head or nuzzles at his pockets when he knows there’s treats in there. but never too much because ‘obesity is a problem, even in animals !’). probably about 17hh, taller than average for a kentucky saddler but nothing too big. especially since kieran himself is quite tall

- VERY well-tempered, both naturally, as well as because kieran has literally made him bulletproof. bagged him, blanketed him, stood, jumped, backflipped onto and off of him. this kindly gentleman of a horse only spooks when he wants to be bratty specifically.

- i think he’s about 6 or so, came from the stables kieran worked at after being orphaned, he was just a colt when kieran was just a kid. kieran learned how to birth foals quickly, and branwen happened to be one of them. with the way that they fell in love with each other and the way that branwen whinnied and pranced up to the fence when kieran came back to buy him after the army didn’t work out, you’d think that horse was born just for him.

- his favourite treats, in order, are rutabaga (kieran’s secret for branwen’s glossy coat. also why he’s kinda fat.), boiled potatoes mixed into his oats, apples, and fresh greens. he’s simultaneously incredibly easy to please because of the simplicity of the latter parts of his favourites list and also very needy and complicated because kieran so loves to make his pony happy with his absolute favourite treats, so he tries his very best to get branwen’s eccentric tastes pleased once falling into the VDL’s.

- i always say “a horse’s favourite thing to do is hurt itself”, and i think this statement holds relatively true for branwen as well, though there’s a 25% chance that he’s actually hurt, a 50% chance that he’s only mildly injured or spooked and he’s playing it up to get kieran to dote on him, and a 25% chance that he will protect kieran with his life when they’re in a dire situation (see: snake on the ground or gunfire nearby. or even god forbid a spare tumbleweed find it’s way rolling nearby.) despite kieran’s last wish being his horse getting injured. branwen thinks that he’s gotta be The Man and protect his dad sometimes. it does not help in any situation ever whatsoever.

- branwen is the PERFECT companion for a trail riding date. he’s settled, calm, has a great gait, and as a gelding, truly is not worried about other horses being “faster” than him, so he never gets rowdy nor has any problems when partner riders/horses crowd him. kieran is allowed to ask for as many kisses as he pleases because branwen will never jump when javier’s gold-tipped boots poke him in the side and boaz irritatedly flicks his flank with his tail. truly a goated wingman. also never complains about long rides, and enjoys being out of camp with his rider for as much as physically possible for both of them, so he’s never barnsour in either direction.

boaz

- as an american paint, he’s naturally short and stocky. saddle ends up being a bit loose, though, as javier isn’t as dedicated to keeping him perfectly fed or groomed. he loves him, sure, but horses are somewhat of tools to him, so he kinda does slightly more than bare minimum to keep him kempt and healthy. around 14.5hh, slightly shorter than average and quite dense with muscle

- temperamentally a bit volatile. this horse has just as much drama as his rider, if not a little more. doesn’t like something ? ridden too long ? that stick looks too much like a snake ? hasn’t spent enough time with kieran that day ? he will snort and grunt and bunny hop if javi isn’t on him, and shudder hard enough the saddle shakes underneath him if he is. boaz likes to please his rider, but he also demands pleasure himself, and has no issue with “accidentally” placing a hoof on his owners nice, intentionally clean boots, and subsequently slowly leaning more and more of his weight onto it when he doesn’t immediately get what he wants. bratty pony. generally, he keeps javier safe, though, when it comes down to it.

- around 5 years old. after dutch found javier trying to steal chickens the first time they met, he soon took him back to that ranch and their first take as gang leader and member was a 1 year old grey paint colt for javi to train and subsequently ride. until he was rideable, javier rode a morgan that was formerly hosea’s, named carolina, while he lead boaz everywhere behind him.

- favourite treats, in order, are corn cobs (especially dried), prickly pear fruit AND cactus, sugar cubes, and sliced apples. will force javier to share his maiz with him. javier has always sliced his apples up since he was a colt, not only because javi simply finds comfort in toying with his knife, but also because boaz will not eat them otherwise. javi will also cut all of the spines off of the cactus before letting boaz eat them.

- in terms of injury, boaz is the most dramatic tank on the planet. this horse could arthur morgan-style run face first into a tree and then fall off a cliff and walk it off. but not before he gimps and limps and whines and teeth grinds his way into javier leading him instead of riding him for the next mile or two. once kieran started taking care of him, there is also a 25% chance of boaz faking a terribly painful injury just to get kieran to dote on him.

- kinda the worst wingman ever LMFAO easily annoyed, easily aroused, easily offended, and as a stallion, HAS to walk in front of the “herd” (his rider’s boyfriend and his horse). pins his ears back, smashes into personal space, flicks branwen with his tail (and preferably kieran, if he can reach him) even sometimes will nip at branwen if the latter tries to calmly make this date a date and not a life or death race (whoever loses, their dad is gay) and walk side-by-side to aid their riders’ hand holdings. will make executive decisions via stopping or veering off for fresh green grass beside the trail, will at points actively attempt to shudder javier out of his saddle (has succeeded once when javi was distracted by a story being excitedly told by kieran), and will also spook and take off running so fast javier thinks it must have broken his neck from the velocity. generally makes trail rides a living hell, but kieran finds it charming, and it makes for some cute shoujo-style “omg … *reaches out to help you up after your horse bucks you off because he saw a log that looked nothing at all and everything like a cougar and pink and white soft bubbles surround me* are you okay ? here, let me help.” moments. maybe some day boaz will be allowed off of the national american terrorist list written by javier “rizzless rider” escuella

ok im tired and that’s all i can think of please enjoy and feel free to contribute 👍 i love them so bad im gona cry

[niightfiend]

♥️ Triguns Iconic Shit Twins 💜

[jimmyandthegiraffes]

knew id break down properly eventually but wasnt planning on doing it on the floor in my mothers bedroom bc i didnt wanna walk the dogs lol

[n0thing2me]

my ed makes me so selfish but i literally dp not care anymore

[celticwoman]

when will it end!!!!!!!!!!

[bugofworms]

damn doing full body drawings takes a lot of time. doing a long term digital piece and I'm like, two ish hours of active drawing in, and I've only just finished most of the line work on the body and face, EXCLUDING hair which I have yet to even start on. No clue what I'm gonna do for a background, fuck it I might not even do one, but my respect for my fellow artists has risen once again. my ass has never spent so much time on a piece outside of a class environment. I am having so much fun drawing :3

Ignore my rant about Luffy in the tags

[heeslomll]

chelsea :(( my pretty kitty thank u sm !!! 🩷🩷🥺 i love you

kiss it off me — enha ot6 legal line foodplay !

cw: f!reader; 4nal, ass eating, temperature play, ice d1ldo, tit worship, possessive kink, cum eating, blah blah blah

a/n: for my freakhoonz OBVIOUSLY but most importantly for @heeslomll !!! congratulations on graduating nessa! i love you and i'll always be proud of you my sweet girl. twinz forever <3

this is in no way supposed to be an accurate portrayal of enhypen. minors dni, 18+ only.

heeseung

your boyfriend affectionately refers to your ass as his personal cake

and one day you're lounging in bed with him the AC isn't working; it's a hot ass day so both of you, of course, are naked and eating ice cream, giggling like kids up to no good

things start to get out of hand when heeseung shakes the can of whipped cream too hard and it gets everywhere, splattering your face in the process.

"hee!" you squeal, wrinkling your nose at him in half-serious disgust. "it's sticky!"

"sorry, baby. i'll clean you up, hold on." he takes his finger and swipes up the whipped cream that decorates your features, and you think he's going to either lick it off himself or feed it to you, but he does neither

with a mischievous glint in his eye he rubs it over your lips

"i'm still sticky," you whine

"sorry, here, i'll fix it," he says, giving you a kiss and licking the cream off your lips. he keeps his tongue poking out and licks all the way across your face. "mm, babe. you taste so good. just wanna eat you up."

flustered, you stutter out, "you can, if you want..."

"any part of you?"

"uh-huh," you answer, too fixated on his pretty features

"turn over, then, baby." heeseung makes you literally spread your ass open and for a moment you think he's going to eat your cunt from the back

but then you hear the sound of the whipped cream canister spraying, and then you feel the cold topping drip onto your puckered rim

and then you feel the familiar glide of heeseung’s rough tongue, although this time he’s not eating your pussy

but he does have two fingers fucking your hole open while he eats your ass

“want you to cum like this, baby. can you do that for me? please?”

you can’t do anything but obey; after all, your boyfriend treats you so well, all the time

the rest under the cut!

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jay

you’ve been wanting to ask your boyfriend if you can try ass play but you’re nervous

but also you just really really love him and you want to give him the honor of claiming your last untouched hole

so you when you bring it up, you also ask jay if you can do a shot of his expensive whiskey to help calm your nerves

and he’s like, “of course, darling, anything to help you feel good—but we don't have to do it if you’re not 100% sure about it.”

and you say, “no, i’m sure i want this, you know i just have a hard time relaxing…”

being the loving boyfriend who also loves to spoil you that he is, he gives in to your whims

but, also, jay being jay, obviously he isn’t going to just give you a glass with a shot of Suntory

he puts the shot in his mouth and then kisses you, spitting it into your mouth

and then repeats this a few more times until you feel the warm, dazed feeling of the alcohol buzz permeate through your insides

“‘m ready, daddy,” you murmur to him

“okay angel face, get on all fours for me, hm? face down, ass up, you know what to do.”

“yes, daddy,” you answer obediently

jay loves you like this: extra submissive and docile, not bratting out on him like you like to do

yeah he spits a little whiskey on the buttplug and then on your waiting hole to lube it up

“deep breaths for me, okay, princess? we can stop at any time.”

“no, daddy, want you to train me. wanna take your cock in my ass soon.”

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? hm? how does it feel, baby? tell daddy.”

“feels… ah! i feel so full.”

“you’re doing so well for me, baby. want my fingers, too? wanna be stuffed?”

that’s a rhetorical question. of course you do

jake

to get back at jake for him blindfolding you and making you ride his abs, you blindfold him this time

of course he’s all up for it

but what he doesn't know is that when you were out today

you picked up a box of your favorite donuts

which is your favorite treat

right after your boyfriend's big cock of course

you leave your blindfolded jakey in the bedroom, cock straining against his abs while you go to the kitchen to microwave the donuts until they're warm

and all the while he’s whining impatiently, “baaaaabe, come back” over and over again

when he hears your footsteps enter the room you see his cock twitch in anticipation

and it twitches again when he hears your mischievous giggle

“alright, jakey, no touching, okay? put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpers but does what you ask of him

and then you take his cock in your mouth, deepthroating him easily thanks to the countless times you've given him head over the years

he’s still whimpering, now with the addition of bucking his hips up trying to fuck your face even if you’re pushing him back down gently

you come off his cock with a pop! and reach for the box of donuts, pulling out a glazed ring and giggling to yourself again before sliding it onto his cock

“uh, babe? what’s that?”

“nothing, jakey, don’t worry about it,” you answer. “just a little treat for both of us. how does it feel?”

“warm… and sticky… kinda like you…”

“good.”

when he cries out that he’s about to cum

you stop sucking and use your sticky hand to jerk him off while you tongue at his balls

and jake cums all over your hand and it drips down onto the donut

you’re just as much of a freak as he is and you decide to eat it

with all the squirming he’s been doing, the blindfold falls off as you’re eating the donut

and he watches with his jaw practically on the floor as you do

you show him your empty mouth after you’re done: "look baby, all clean!"

his cock perks up again at the sight of you so happy, tummy full of sugar and his cum

sunghoon

he was fucking around trying to make popsicles and instead of being normal

he froze strawberries in WATER thinking that was a good idea

and you’re so annoyed with him bc wdym he froze your expensive japanese strawberries in water

he’s like “baby, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” but you're just giving him the cold shoulder…

until he says he’ll make it up to you, which has you intrigued

because sunghoon has some very interesting ways of apologizing

of course he knows how to say sorry

verbally

but also with his cock, among other things he uses to make you feel good

this time it’s the fucking strawberry-water popsicle, with the promise that he won’t let your precious strawberries go to waste

he gets you spread open on the bed, teasing your cunt with the popsicle

you shiver at the contact, feeling it already start to thaw against your heated skin

you watch him with lust-filled eyes as he brings the popsicle to his mouth and suck on it, his pretty pink lips forming a perfect pout

and then

“fuck, hoonie!” you cry out as he nudges the tip of the popsicle into your waiting hole

he gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck it into you, the coldness of the popsicle contrasting with the absolute heat rushing through your gummy, slick walls

“i’m really sorry, baby,” he says again

you literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about the strawberries at this point but you might as well use your earlier annoyance with him to your advantage

“want your cock, too, hoonie…”

he’s in no position to make you beg for it as he usually does

so he gives it to you, fucking you slow and deep for a few strokes before switching back to the popsicle

alternating between his warm skin and the melting ice has you close to the edge

but what makes you cum is when

he pulls the popsicle out of you and replaces it with his cock, thrusting into you down to the hilt while he takes a bite out of one of the strawberries

“mm,” he coos. “tastes way better like this, baby. wanna try?”

jungwon

having an innocent boyfriend has its perks

one of them being that he’s willing to try literally everything

so when you walk into the bedroom with a couple towels and a bottle of chocolate syrup

his eyeballs practically jump out of his head he’s so fucking excited

like what do you mean he gets to have his pretty girlfriend naked on the bed while he plays with her

he’s going to have wet dreams about this for weeks

but that’s for a different post, not this one

anyways

he straddles your waist and experimentally drips some syrup onto your tits

he’s learned to be a tease after being with you for some time now

so he completely skips your nipples, much to your dismay

they're hard and in his face so it's hard for him to not pay attention to them when he licks off the chocolate from your tits

you whine impatiently and he laughs under his breath before he indulges you

because he’s weak for you

and he spends what feels like hours just licking and sucking and biting at your nipples

moaning at the taste of the chocolate

moaning because your tits are in his mouth

moaning as his cock gets some friction against your smooth skin

you fucking cum just from him playing with your tits so passionately and intensely

like he is paying attention to them like he’s never seen them before in his life

and then just when you think he can’t surprise you any more

he cums, too

all over your stomach and underneath your tits

he rubs his cum on your nipples and licks it off with more chocolate syrup

neither of you can speak and the room is hot hot hot

and sticky

and honestly you should have known that your boyfriend had a little bit of a possessive streak when it comes to you

you’re hot as fuck and he wonders every day how he bagged you

regardless it makes your eyes roll back into your head when you manage to read what he’s written with his finger in a mix of chocolate syrup and his cum

right over your neglected cunt

property of yang jungwon.

sunoo

you're not as much of a sweets person as he is

but you love your boyfriend nonetheless

and you always want to indulge him no matter what

even if it includes him laying on you and getting the sugar dust of his gummy peach rings all over your skin

because, come on, you enjoy when he licks it off you

he always gets carried away

and blames it on the sugar high

but really he’s just horny

this time is no different

he has the neckline of your tank top pulled down to expose your tits to the cold room air

your nipples harden in excitement

and also to the sudden change in temperature

but mostly you’re excited because you love when he gets like this

it’s not very often when he’s catering to you and not the other way around

after all, your sunny baby is the brat in the relationship

moving on

you watch him intently as he sucks off the sugar from a peach ring

and then

places it over your nipple before admiring his work

it confuses you for a second and you almost get annoyed at him for making a sticky mess of you and not doing anything

both on your tits and in your panties

you look at him like ???

and he just fucking winks at you before ducking his head down to your tit

laving his tongue over your nipple, swirling it around the piece of candy and moaning

the vibration makes your back arch, pushing your tits even more into his face

he grabs your tit with his hand and squeezes it

and you don't notice until later but he uses his other hand to get his cock out

and push it inside you

cockwarming while he sucks on your sugar-coated nipples

moaning when you clench around him

which, in turn, makes you moan even louder

“you’re so sweet, lovely. just like candy.”

taglist: @karinasbaby @enha-stars @intromortal @heeslomll @venomhee @heeheeswifey

[neontaxidermy]

I love when old, bad, F&R choices can be made into old, GOOD, F&R choices with a small helping of making Jess a worse* person again

[adrienneleclerc]

so i’ve been a virgin my whole life right, and my family (like true latino fashion) they always bring it up and makes jokes and my nickname about it. if i EVER say anything about losing my virginity, dios mío, no me avergüenzo. anyways my sisters always say that when im 25 they will give me a birthday that say new record 25 years of virginity. but i can’t help think that charles is celebrating your 25 with your family and see this and turns red, because he knows the truth 👀. and your sisters realize what is happening so the next week they give you a cake that say congrats on no longer being the virgin

Oh my god, I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! It’s new, it’s unique, me encanta tu imaginación, de verdad. I am also a virgin, 21 years and counting, jajaja, haven’t been in a relationship either so this is going to be fun to write. I hope I did your idea justice!

The 25 Year-Old “Virgin”

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Where Y/N spends her birthday with her family who still think she’s a virgin with Charles, the boyfriend who made her not a virgin anymore.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: sorry it took so long, I try to make the Spanish as neutral as possible but I am Mexican and Peruvian so there will always be nods to my cultures, I am sorry.

Y/N was sleeping and turned over to hug to Charles but his side of the bed was empty and there was only a bouquet of white and pink roses. This made Y/N sit up in bed and check her phone. It was 8am, she put on her house slippers, took the bouquet in her hand, and walked into the kitchen for something to eat and she saw balloons, more white and pink roses, and Charles making breakfast to some piano music. Charles turned around and saw his girlfriend.

“Mon ange, you’re awake! Happy birthday, beautiful.” Charles said, leaving his station to give Y/N a quick kiss before finishing his cooking.

“This is amazing, muñeco, when did you wake up to do all of this?” Y/N asked, sitting at the kitchen counter.

“6am, i tried really hard not to wake you.” Charles said, serving Y/N’s breakfast on a plate and placing it right in front of her. “Your parents called, they want to host your birthday party at their house.” Charles said and Y/N looked shocked. Y/N and her family moved from New York to Monaco when she was 18, Y/N started dating Charles last year, a little after she turned 24, so Charles doesn’t know how her parents and sisters get.

“Are you sure we can’t just have a small party here?” Y/N asked.

“Mon coeur, I have never met your parents in person, I’ve only talked to them on the phone, I would love to meet them, we’ve been dating for almost a year.” Charles said.

“I know but you don’t know what they’re like.” Y/N said, eating her breakfast. “I’m glad that dating me made you a better cook, this is so good.”

“Ha ha, i asked my mom for cooking lessons since we started dating. Your parents want us at their house at 3.” Charles said.

“Fine, you pick out my outfit while I shower and do my hair.” Y/N said,

“You’re not gonna do your makeup?” Charles asked.

“It would be better if I didn’t,” Y/N said, knowing one of her sisters would probably push her head into the cake, it happened last year.

Y/N got out of the shower with her bathrobe on and she saw the what Charles left on the bed.

“You love seeing me in this dress, don’t you?” Y/N asked, picking up the dress.

“It makes you look so innocent like an Angel, even though we both know that’s not true.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

“You and your innocence/corruption kink, it will ruin you, you know.” Y/N said, putting on a pair of panties and one of Charles’s shirts so she could do her hair and skincare routine.

“I think I’m the one that’s ruining you, Mon coeur,” Charles said.

“Yeah that, that right there is something you can’t say in front of my family. Are you wearing a suit?” Y/N asked.

“Of course I am, because we are going out of something goes wrong.” Charles said.

Y/N and Charles are outside her parents house, they knocked on the door and her mom opened.

“Ay, mi Lupita, how are you? Come in, come in, your sisters are picking up your cake.” Y/N’s mom, Hilda, said.

“Lupita?” Charles asked.

“I’ll explain later.” Y/N said. Charles and Y/N walked into the house to see her dad, José, setting up the table.

“Mija, there you are! Happy birthday, mi niña chiquita, never had to worry about boys in the house with this one growing up. So charles how are you?” Jose asked.

“I’ve been good, it’s nice to see you in person.” Charles said.

“Same here, son. Come to the kitchen, you need to eat.” Jose said and Charles turned to Y/N.

“Andrea is going to kill me.” Charles said before entering the kitchen where Hilda made him a plate of tacos dorados de papa, pollo a la brasa, jalea de mariscos (mixed fried seafood so like calamari, clams, fish, shrimp, crab), white rice, French fries. Charles left the kitchen and sat at the dining table next to Y/N. “I’m gonna have to do so much cardio to burn this off. Maybe you’ll help me with that.” Charles whispered the last part in Y/N’s ear.

“I Can’t with you. But I really want jalea so I’m just gonna steal this piece of calamari.” Y/N said, taking a fried calamari ring from Charles’s plate. “Delicious! I’m gonna make my plate.” Y/N said, getting up and thats when her sisters, Maria Luisa and Angelica entered the house with the cake.

“Hola todos! Tenemos el pastel.” María Luisa said, putting her keys on the hook and walking to the kitchen. “Lupe! So good to see you, hermanita. You look good, love the dress, very you.”

“Charles! Nice to finally meet you, I hope being with Y/N isn’t too boring, you know.” Angelica said and Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to charles.

“Don’t listen to them, muñeco.” Y/N said before entering the kitchen to make her own plate of food, sitting down next to Charles.

The little “party” was going well, Charles was getting along with José, there were no jokes at Y/N’s expense, it was all great until.

“Okay, time to cut the cake.” Hilda said, bringing out the cake to place it in front of Y/N with the candles lit on the dinner table.

The cake read “New Record: 25 Years of Virginity”. Y/N looked up at Charles and covered her face with her hands while Charles’s face turned Ferrari red and he scratched the back of his neck. María Luisa and Angelica stared at Y/N and then at Charles. The two girls laughed.

“No manches! Ay mami, pásame algo para quitar el frosting, ya no creo que esto aplica a ella.” Angélica told Hilda. No fucking way. Mom, pass me something to scrape the frosting off, I don’t think this applies to her anymore

“Angelica!” Y/N yelled. “Que oso, neta, mejor ustedes se quedan con el pastel, Charles y yo tenemos planes. Muñeco, Let’s go.” Y/N said, getting up how embarrassing, seriously, y’all can keep the cake, Charles and I have other plans.

“It was nice meeting all of you.” Charles said, before leaving with Y/N.

“Usan protección!” Marcia Luisa screamed out and Y/N flipped her off, causing her sisters to laugh and their parents hit them upside the head. Charles and Y/N walked to his car and Y/N turned on the radio.

“So…that’s why your mom called you Lupita?” Charles asked.

“Yep, the Virgin Mary, La virgencita de Guadalupe, Lupita. Ugh, I’m so sorry about that, my sisters are…well, they’re my sisters.” Y/N said.

“It’s fine, Mon coeur, at least they won’t tease you anymore.” Charles said.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. Can we still make it to our reservation?” Y/N asked.

“Yes we can, do you want cake for dessert? You can’t celebrate your birthday without cake.” Charles said,

“One slice should be good, let’s go.” Y/N said.

A week later, Y/N and Charles were sleeping, cuddled up together when they heard the doorbell ring.

“Mon coeur, get the door.” Charles moaned out.

“No way, muñeco, this is your apartment.” Y/N said, burying her face in his neck.

“Mon ange, I’m semi hard and I don’t think I should answer the door like this.” Charles said, the doorbell rang again.

“Alright, I’ll go.” Y/N said, kissing Charles’s neck.

“That’s not helping my situation.” Charles said.

“I know.” Y/N said, she got out of bed, put on her chanclas, and answered the door, her two sisters were holding a white box.

“Surprise!” They said. Y/N motioned for them to come in.

“Whats that?” Y/N asked.

“Well we felt bad about last week so we got you a new cake and some pan dulce.” Angelica said as María Luisa placed the box on the kitchen counter.

“Open the box, it’s your favorite flavor.” María Luisa said. Y/N hesitantly opened the box and when she saw the frosting she laughed.

“Se pasan, de verdad.” Y/N said. “But thank you. I’m sure Charles will get a kick out of this.”

“So…you lost your virginity to an F1 driver. I’m so jealous,” María Luisa said,

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky, he was so gentle to me. Now get out.” Y/N said,

“You’re so mean to us.” Angelica said.

“Dude, you guys are late for work.” Y/N said, showing her sisters the time.

“Oh shit we are, see you later.” María Luisa said, pushing Angelica out the door and running down the stairs. Y/N closed the door and that’s when Charles entered the kitchen in boxers where she can see his semi hard on.

“Your sisters came over?” Charles asked.

“Yep, and with a new cake for us.” Y/N said, Charles walked to the counter and saw the cake, she laughed lightly.

“Well i am glad that I got to be the one to ‘pop your cherry’, I hate that expression, by the way.” Charles said. Y/N walked to Charles, having one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest while charles placed his hands on her waist.

“It doesn’t matter. By the way, we never got to have birthday sex and I believe you need some bell with your situation.” Y/N’s said, trailing her hand from his chest to the elastic of his boxers.

“I guess we should fix that with some morning sex, don’t you think?” Charles asked in a flirtatious manner,

“Oh absolutely.” Y/N replied and Charles carried her to the bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! It was very fun to write, not gonna lie. I also started watching Drive To Survive because if I don’t have F1 TV, I’m gonna keep myself entertained with something F1 related

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 27

Toji Fushiguro + Weight gain

Did you guys know I love big guys? I do, very much. They’ve been haunting my mind more than usual lately, like nymphs or incubi, and Toji putting on relationship weight makes me froth at the mouth. Im still very sick, but soft Toji has revived me for a moment.

I think this ended up being more fluff than smut, but oh well. Im still sick, and this is what I wanted to write. Readers a chef of some kind.

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Toji Fushiguro had never imagined he’d ever be in a happy relationship after the death of his first wife, especially not to the degree where he didn’t feel the need to go out gambling or hustling for money.

Never in the past did Toji think he could lay back in his big fluffy white bed, with more pillows than he truly needed, but had just because he could for once, with an expensive high-quality duvet draped over his middle.

There was a soft scent of something cooking in the air, something sweet from the way Toji felt his tongue salivate. He only started drooling like an animal for few things, one was money, another was you, and the third was something you had pavloved into him. A love for food, and especially sweets.

Up until he met you, eating had simply been to refuel himself. A way to keep going, to keep fighting and stay in shape so he could keep killing, because what else did he have to live for if not to kill? It was just his love that his latest partner, and the one he wanted to stay with for the rest of his life, also knew how to cook, and seemed to have knack for keeping Toji nice and full.

Part of Toji suspected it came from the fact that he had told you about his past and childhood. How he had grown up starved and abused, living for no specific reason other than to give the rest of his clan someone to turn their ire towards.

Or maybe it was that fact that you had caught his eyes lingering on the cakes and cookie displays when you passed by bakeries, if only for a second. Or when Toji allowed himself to hum in satisfaction when he ate something you cooked, not because you just wanted to give him fuel, but because you loved him, and cooking was one of the ways you showed it.

Toji could hear you talking in the kitchen, your voice soft so as to not wake up, but loud enough for your phone to pick up. He could imagine it was laying on the counter as you chopped or kneaded something, the workers at your workplace calling you on your day off to ask questions they should already know the answer to.

A loud exhale left Toji’s lips as he finally pushed himself to sit up, groaning a bit as he swung his legs out over the side of your way too soft bed. Some days Toji still struggled with sleeping in it. It was too soft, too expensive, too… kind.

It was hard to explain, but you never demanded anything of him, or asked too many questions when Toji grabbed one of the towels from the hallway cupboard and slept on the floor instead of beside you. instead, you simply let one of your hands dangle over the side so that he could grab it, or so it would brush against him every now and then, just so he knew you were there and he wasn’t back where he grew up.

He yawned loudly, enough for his jaw to ache as he stretched. There wasn’t a need to work out just as much as he used too, to the point where Toji did nothing but work out, eat and sleep. Nowadays he actually got to enjoy things, even if those things were still similar to what he liked before.

But sitting at home watching horse racing on the tv was so much better than actually being there, mainly because you were there with him most of the time. And if you weren’t home, Toji still wandered around the city, this time taking out different curses that lingered, since he didn’t want them messing with you or your customer base.

As Toji rubbed a scarred hand through his eyes, he finally forced them open. That was another thing he still wasn’t fully used too. Being allowed to feel sleepy and sluggish, to wake up slowly and just take the day as it came to him.

His hair was getting too long, was the first thought through his head as his eyes landed on himself in the full-length mirror you had in your room. You kept it there for when you put on your uniform, but you two also used it for quite a lot of other things. Toji could almost feel the phantom shape of your fingers on his plush hips, or hear your voice mumble how pretty he was against the back of his ear, as you made him bounce in your lap and watch himself.

Feeling pretty was brand new too, and something still so foreign to Toji. He couldn’t see it, even as he stood in front of the mirror and ran a hand over his soft middle and sides. Sometimes Toji jokes about how you were fattening him up to eat him. It wasn’t anything over the top, but the layer of fat on his body made him seem brighter in a way, like the light that had never been there was put inside his eyes.

Hed been extremely insecure in his own way, when Toji realized he had gained somewhat of a double chin. He had immediately wanted to stop eating anything beside the bare minimum, and place himself back on his unhealthy workout schedule.

It took a longer conversation with you for him to calm down. It wasn’t just a conversation about the human body, and how he had been living wasn’t healthy and it was just his body trying to keep up, but also about his mental state. It was clear he had hated talking about anything vulnerable, but he had felt a little lighter afterwards.

He was still strong, as strong as always if not somehow more, now that his body had all that it needed. Plus, there were a lot of powerful guys out there with some pudge, it was just extra padding, you know?

Still though, it was hard to see what you meant when you said pretty. All the scars on his body put together a horrible patchwork, showing how difficult his life had been up until now. There were still signs of the unhealthy body he had carried all his life, and Toji had a feeling it would never fully go away.

But seeing that softness on himself? It made something new brew inside him. There was a saying that people cut their hair after traumatic periods of their life, something that had never worked on Toji since his life was chaos no matter what hairstyle he carried.

Seeing the physical manifestation of your love reflected back to him through the mirror made Toji feel warm and syrupy on the inside, like the sweet, melted sugar you poured over the top of some of your strawberry pastries.

It was thick, gooey, sweet and boiling hot to the point of danger. And yeah, maybe he did think his body was hot like this, sometimes. But that was mainly because of you and not himself, because he knew it was because you wanted to love him and care for him, and because Toji knew he trusted you enough to do so.

The boiling hot of the melted sugar feeling pooled in his gut, making Toji groan sleepily to himself as he got hard very easily. This was another thing he blamed on you. whod have thought that a life of abuse and mistreatment meant you became touch starved, and how should he have known he would grow sensitive and addicted to the feeling of your hands and lips.

With a huff, Toji shuffled into the pair of slippers you had bought for him when he first moved in. “the floor gets cold” you had said, as if Toji hadn’t sleep on ice cold bloody floors for years, and as if he was bothered by the cold floors at all. but he wore them, because Toji knew they were from you, and he knew you wanted him too.

The scent of your cooking grew stronger as Toji finally stepped out of your shared bedroom, his feet carrying him down the stairs and towards the large kitchen you were toiling away in. In the beginning, Toji hadn’t been completely sure how to act in the large home you lived in.

he had grown up in a giant home, but he wasn’t allowed to see it as such. And Toji had dated people before with mansions, but that had been to get money from them. With you he actually wanted to make an effort, surprising even himself.

But over time he grew comfortable, like one of those battle worn tomcats you brought in, with the giant puffy cheeks and barely any ears left. The ones that got so comfortable and purred like an old broken car. The way Toji would drape across your lap truly made him seem like one some days, which always had you cracking a joke even if Toji acted like he hated the nickname.

You had gotten so used to your partner moving around without any noise that you only gave a small jump as Toji leaned against your back, his scarred lips pressed against the side of your neck. “Morning handsome” you hum happily, leaning back against him since you couldn’t use your hands.

Toji just grumbled a bit, still sounding so sleepy and comfortable and he rolled his hips against your ass, just to show you what kind of day it was gonna be. A short smirk pulled at your lips as you made a questioning noise, rubbing back against him to see what he had planned.

But Toji didn’t have the energy or will to do anything extreme, he just wanted to lean his chubby torso against your back, as his soft but still so powerful and deadly arms curled around your waist, and his chin rested on your shoulder.

He snapped up the piece of fruit you held up to him like the hungry tomcat you always compared him too, the kind that always ate like it was its last meal even if it was fed multiple times a day. It always saddened you a bit to think about, but seeing him munch up anything you made with such gusto at least made you smile, knowing all your efforts were appreciated.

And you had a feeling Toji wouldn’t mind too much if you got his help to add a different glazing than you had planned to the fruit you had been cutting up. It was only you two that were gonna eat it anyways, right?

[hoshifighting]

        vernon + food play

— vernon doesn't waste food, and there was whipped cream left over from the strawberry cake your two were baking

WARNINGS: +18, smut, nipple play, food play, fingering, eating strawberries, smut under the cut.

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you’ve never been one for patience, and vernon knows it. hell, he’s probably counting on it right now,

given the way he’s watching you, slow as ever, sitting at the edge of the bed while you’re lying there like a damn buffet. two perfect mounds of whipped cream on your nipples, and his eyes haven’t left them since he put them there, a quiet little smirk pulling at the corner of his lips like he knows exactly how close you are to losing it.

“you wanna strawberry?” his voice is soft, teasing, and you narrow your eyes at him, your cheeks heating up even though this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself spread out for him like this. something about how casual he is, like this is an everyday thing, gets to you every time. the lightest tap of your hand against his shoulder makes him laugh, low and lazy, before he picks up a strawberry, holding it between his lips, waiting for you.

you nod, biting down just as he inches closer. the burst of sweetness hits your tongue, but all you can focus on is the heat of his breath as he leans in closer, licking a trail of whipped cream off your breast like he’s savoring every second of it. “fuck,” you murmur, body tensing under his touch. he’s slow, too slow, the way his tongue swirls around the peak of your nipple, lapping up the cream until there’s nothing left but the warm wetness of his mouth, lips wrapping around your sensitive skin.

"you taste good, baby," he mutters, his fingers tracing light patterns down your stomach, making you squirm. his voice drips with amusement, like he’s enjoying your reactions way too much, knowing exactly what he’s doing. his hand slides lower, fingertips brushing between your thighs, and your breath hitches, hips lifting involuntarily towards his touch.

“vernon,” you groan, impatient as ever, but he just laughs again, his fingers dipping between your folds, finding you soaked and desperate. “i swear to god im already so, if you don’t—” your words cut off with a gasp as he presses a finger inside, slowy, like he’s testing how far he can push you before you lose it.

“relax, babe,” he mumbles, his mouth returning to your chest, licking up the remaining cream, tongue flicking over your nipples until you’re a mess of whimpers beneath him. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your whole body shudder, and you can barely keep still, your legs trembling, his name slipping from your lips repeatedly.

he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you, and your hands fist into the sheets, trying to ground yourself, but it’s no use. the pressure’s building too fast, too strong, and you can feel yourself melting. “fuck, vernon—i’m close.”

“i know,” he says, smug as hell, lips ghosting over your belly now, his fingers working you faster, his other thumb circling your clit in time with each thrust. you’re shaking, thighs clamping around his wrist, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. his eyes lock onto yours, and you love how he holds the gaze as your whole body tenses, and the next thing you know, you’re crying out, back arching off the bed, your orgasm swiping you from your feet, making you squeeze his forearm that continues pumping you.

you’re panting, barely able to catch your breath, and yet he doesn’t let up, his fingers still moving, milking every last drop of your cum until you’re squirming away, too sensitive, too much. but then he leans down, his tongue tracing a line over your belly, licking up the remnants of the whipped cream like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“holy shit,” you breathe, still coming down from the high, your body still shaking.

he smirks, clearly satisfied with himself, and leans in close, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “want more whipped cream, or you done?”

“we still have it?” your eyes shine slightly.

“actually no, but i can definitely buy some more down the street.” he raises up, ready to do it if you say yes.

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: boyfriend!mingyu & bf'sbestfriend!wonwoo, smut, afab reader, direct continuation to this, wonwoo pov, penetrative sex, oral (m and f receiving), mingyu's a lil shit, sex w/o protection, threesome, etc.

part 1

wc: 2275

a/n: tysm for the two ppl (i think??) who requested this. im so sorry i took so long </3

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"shit. please tell me this isn't a one time thing."

he heard you and mingyu chuckle at his breathless statement, except he had meant it. now that he had you once, he wasn't sure he could ever look you in the eye ever again without wanting to drag you right back into bed. he wasn't even going to get into the effect mingyu watching the two of you fuck had on him. he didn't want to open that can of worms just yet.

"hyung. get up. it's my turn," just as wonwoo was basking in on his post-orgasm bliss, of course mingyu had to interrupt him.

"gyu! give him some room to breathe!", you turned towards mingyu before turning back to stare down at him from your position above him, "are you okay, nonu?"

"don't baby him! you never baby me!"

"what do you mean? i always baby you!"

wonwoo had to admit he was quite entertained by your casual back and forth with mingyu while he laid naked under you, but he already felt himself growing hard again over the feeling of your wet pussy still laying right on top of his dick. by now he'd tuned you and mingyu out, keeping his eyes glued to the skin connecting the two of you, resisting the urge to grind his hips upwards and against you, so he went for something a bit more subtle (well, not really). while you and mingyu argued about who would do what next, wonwoo had decided to grab onto your hips and pull you down towards him mid speech, interrupting your conversation with your boyfriend as he locked lips with you once again. your immediate response was to yelp in surprise, but it didn't take you long to fall into the rhythm of wonwoo's lips, moaning against his lips as he buried his tongue in your mouth.

"d-dude! what the fuck? that's my girlfriend! you already had her, it's my turn," mingyu had gotten up from his spot sitting across from you, deciding to physically lift you off of wonwoo, earning a whine from you both as you chased for each other's lips.

"listen. i'm not about to third wheel between my girlfriend and my best friend', he turned back to wonwoo, we're taking turns. we'll be fair, okay? you can eat her out while i fuck her mouth. that's the most i can offer you right now," mingyu had made it sound very transactional, but wonwoo couldn't argue against him. the thought of your pretty cunt pressed against his face as you moaned around his best friend's cock sounded like a wet dream. it wasn't too difficult to agree, specially upon seeing your own enthusiastic agreement to the proposition.

a few moments later and the three of you were now practically a centipede on mingyu's bed. gyu was sitting at the end of the bed, back resting against the headboard as his hands guided your mouth in its bobs up and down his dick. behind you was wonwoo, who had you on all fours as he licked and sucked desperately at your cunt, which was grinding against his face with similar desperation. at the very end of the bed were wonwoo's hips, grinding maniacally against the bed at the arousal your taste and the sound of your moans were causing him.

"god, baby. you're so fucking good. such a pretty little mouth. n all for me, right beautiful?", groaned mingyu as he pushed your head further against his dick, forcing you to gag on his cock as you moaned against him.

"you like that, hyung? like my pretty girl's cunt? tastes so fucking good, doesn't it?", wonwoo wasn't sure what his reaction to his friend talking to him mid sex should be, but he was sure it shouldn't have caused him to speed up his hips, now practically humping the mattress.

what took the cake, however, was the feeling of your cunt against his tongue. wonwoo had thought he felt the utmost pleasure when you were riding him as his best friend jacked off to the sight of you, but nothing compared to your muffled moans as he sucked at your clit. he was sure that if he could see and hear you properly, he'd absolutely lose his mind.

"g-gyu ... need you to cum. please. want you in my mouth .. fuck my mouth - please!"

mingyu might've been used to hearing you quite literally begged for cock, but wonwoo sure as hell wasn't. your desperate moans for a big cock to fill your mouth had him groaning against your cunt, licking even more aggressively now as he held onto your hips and ground them against his face. your essence was taking over him, making him have to resist the urge to steal you away and rob orgasm after orgasm out of you as you cried for him to stop.

"yeah ... fuck! gonna cum, baby. are you ready? wanna see you swallow it all, yeah? be my good girl and take all of it for me," wonwoo felt you shake as mingyu came in your mouth, moaning louder than he'd even seen him, and that was saying a lot, considering how loud mingyu tended to be. he was now feeling himself become lightheaded at the mixture of your muffled moans and mingyu's loud ones. he hadn't realized until mingyu quietened down from his high that he was also moaning incessantly against your pussy, desperate for your release against his lips.

"c'mon, nonu. make her cum," taunted mingyu, using the nickname you had made up for him.

wonwoo took that as a challenge, speeding up his movements more than even he thought possible. there was nothing wonwoo had wanted in this moment, or maybe ever, than to feel your warm cream against his face.

"nonu! nonu, please - p-please! i'm almost there, just need to- oh! fuck, right there!", your cries for more had wonwoo going insane, feeling his cock almost explode at the sound of his name on your lips. he still couldn't believe he had you all to himself (well, almost) as you ground your ass against his face, pussy dripping and crying for him.

"cumming! i'm there, nonu- fuck!"

even from his angle, he felt you fall limp against your boyfriend, who was still sitting against the headboard as he watched him suckle on your clit. wonwoo had never thought his best friend to be so depraved, getting off on his friend making his girlfriend cry against his tongue, but he understood. he thought he might be a bit like him, maybe. but that was something for wonwoo to explore some other day. right now his focus was solely on the way you cried at him to stop kitten-licking at your swollen clit as your orgasm dissipated, but wonwoo couldn't help himself. he needed your cries of desperation embedded into his brain. he didn't know if he'd ever get a spot on your bed ever again, so he needed to make it worth it.

he couldn't get himself to stop until you physically separated yourself from him, now fully falling onto your boyfriend's lap, where he repositioned you so that you could sit up against mingyu's back, now facing wonwoo.

"did you like that, baby? liked your nonu's tongue on that pretty cunt?" mingyu was kissing your neck as he said this, causing you to tilt your head back as he suckled at it lightly, but his eyes were strictly on wonwoo.

"uh-huh," you breathed out, clearly not even processing what mingyu had said, just riding on the sensitivity your body was probably feeling after two intense orgasms, but wonwoo wanted to give you a third. his dick was incredibly hard by now, having only been able to grind against the mattress as he made you cry with his tongue. he needed your cunt again, but he wasn't too sure how to go about it.

it seemed that wonwoo's eyes might've given him away, as they were glued directly to your form, taking in how shiny your skin was due to the perspiration. he was beginning to become addicted the sight of your tits rising up and down with your heavy breaths, begging for a warm mouth to encompass them. so that's what he did. he closed the short gap between your bodies and leaned down to suckle at your tits, starting off lightly as if to tease you. he knew you were still sensitive, which caused him to relish on the soft cries and sighs of pleasure you were letting out at his kitten-licks against your nipples. there was no prettier sound than your whine of pleasure as he pressed his teeth against your nub, pulling at it lightly. you were now receiving love bites from your boyfriend who was sitting sitting right behind you, all the while wonwoo was worshiping your tits. wonwoo felt this was right. he felt that you deserved the utmost pleasure, and if that took form in the pair of them taking turns to have you, then so be it.

even as he enjoyed the taste of your skin against his tongue, the thought of your cunt wrapped against him once more wouldn't leave him, so he took a leap and spoke up, locking eyes with his best friend once more, "gyu, can i-"

"want her again, hyung? i understand. i would too," his friend smirked, clearly proud that at the end of the day, you were all his, and whether or not wonwoo got to have you again was up to him, "i'll let you have her again. but just like this. wanna keep her in my arms as she falls apart."

the angle was a bit uncomfortable, with you sitting on mingyu's lap as his back reclined against the bed frame, wonwoo on his knees in front of you. in order to fuck you, wonwoo had to partially allow his legs to sit atop mingyu's. at first he thought it'd be weird, but once his cock had made its way to its rightful place inside your warm walls, any thought of discomfort left him.

you both sighed in relief as he bottomed out, having missed the feeling even if you had only fucked about thirty minutes ago. you leaned back against mingyu, relishing on the way his hands fondled your tits and his mouth kissed at your neck as wonwoo thrusted against you.

"god ... you feel so fucking good. best fucking pussy i've ever had ..." wonwoo had realized the way in which you'd react at mingyu's dirty talk, wanting to also have a similar effect on you.

"hear that, baby? your nonu likes that pretty pussy. and you've been keeping it from him this whole time? that's so mean ... better make it up to him, huh, pretty?" mingyu playfully bit at your ear as he said this, making you throw your head back at being attacked by the two pussydrunk men.

"wa-want you to cum in me, nonu ... please! gyu won't mind. right, baby? wanna feel you ... please ..." wonwoo almost came at your words, having so badly wanted to fill you up just half an hour ago when mingyu had halted your movements before you could sit on him and ride him raw, requesting you use a condom due to his possessive nature over you. wonwoo wasn't sure what'd changed, but he wasn't going to test his luck by asking.

"whatever you want, princess. it's yours. just wanna make my girl feel good. you feel good, baby? you like his dick? is it better than mine, beautiful?", wonwoo could tell there was some sadistic side to this. mingyu seemed to enjoy causing you turmoil as he asked an impossible question in the midst of your impending orgasm, knowing your mind was half empty by the pleasure.

"n-no! like you both ... so good ... please ..." wonwoo had only had you this evening, but he could already see your tells when you were about to cum, and jesus was he glad. he didn't know how much longer he could last as he saw you mewl against his friend's chest, crying as his cock hammered into you while your boyfriend pinched and pulled at your nipples.

"cum for me, yeah? gonna cum with you, gorgeous. just need you to- fuck! n-need you to cum for me first," as much as wonwoo wanted to match mingyu on his art of dirty-talk, there was only so much he could do as you wrapped viciously around him, making him feel as if all air had been kicked out of his lungs, chasing after yet another intense orgasm triggered by you.

it took you a few extra minutes to catch your breath, both of you cumming almost simultaneously while mingyu instigated you to moan louder for his friend. wonwoo felt as if he entered an astral state, bliss completely taking over him not only at the sensations but at the pretty sight in front of him.

you both fell limp against each other after that, taking a quick minute to catch your breaths.

"no. this was not a one time thing, by the way. you're welcome in our bed anytime," mingyu finally broke the silence, - sans the heavy breathing - answering the question wonwoo had posed earlier.

"yeah, we've talked about it before ... you're welcome in our bed whenever. if you want, that is!" now it was your turn, doing the best you could to muster out an entire sentence through your lack of breath.

wonwoo just laid there, smile forming on his face. yeah, he was going to enjoy this new dynamic with his best friend and his pretty girl.

[nejiverse]

FORGETFULNESS

Gojo Satoru

In which Gojo’s forgetfulness earns him the silent treatment from his two girls. Fem! Reader

cw: none and omg its been like a month since ive written anything im shocked tbh lol i’ll try to get through requests! Not proofread

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You could hear your husband sigh loudly and dramatically even though he wasn't in the same room as you.

You rolled your eyes and couldn't stop the smile creeping up to your lips as you ran a hand through your daughter's hair, opting to do two pigtails for her as per her request.

Another sigh came from Gojo's lips but this time it sounded closer. You looked at his reflection through the bathroom mirror and were met with the man child peeping through the gap between the door and door frame with a pout on his face.

Your daughter— who was sat comfortably on the counter near the sink— made eye contact with her father but quickly closed her eyes and folded her arms with an even more dramatic huff (like father like daughter).

"D/n please! I said i'm sorry! I promise i'll never ever do it again!", Gojo wailed.

His daughter who was refusing to talk to him, pointed an accusing finger at him through the mirror. "Leave me alone papa!".

"It was one birthday! I always remember the rest of their birthdays!", he lied. He didn't remember a single one of his daughter's stuffed animal's birthdays, there was just so many. It’s what he gets for buying her another one every week. He set reminders on his phone to make sure he never forgets....but this time…he forgot.

It's not his fault, he’s a busy guy!

"Forgive me d/nnnnn!", he pleaded whilst clasping his hands together.

The little girl covered her ears with her hands cutely and closed her eyes, mumbling a string of 'lala's'. "I can't hear papa!".

You chuckled at her antics. "I can't seem to hear papa either", you quipped.

Gojo felt the betrayal deep within his soul. His two favourite girls were giving him the silent treatment.

"Not you too!", he looked at you with a frown. If Gojo were a dog, his ears would definitely be droopy right now.

Jokes on you guys, he came prepared.

"Aw, I guess i'll have to eat this cake aaaaaall by myself", he faked a sad expression and spun the cake around, giving you two a full glimpse of the delicious dessert.

You wouldn't put it past him either, he would definitely finish the whole cake by himself.

"Maybe I can hear papa a little bit", the little girl couldn't help the endearing smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

You shook your head at Gojo's little bribery trick as you placed two pink bows onto her hair.

"Only a little bit?", he tilted his head.

"A lot bit!", she giggled and extended her arms out to Gojo who gladly carried her in one hand and held the cake in the other.

Gojo looked at you as you leaned back against the counter.

"And what about you?".

"Toru, half of the time I hear you before I'm able to see you, and that’s not a compliment".

He scrunched up his face. "You could've said something cute like I always hear you Toru, I love you!".

"Yuck", you grimaced jokingly.

"Yuck!", the little girl spat her tongue despite not knowing exactly what was going on.

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[strngegirl]

———最甜的草莓蛋糕 .

synopsis: Nanami had never tasted anything before. That is, until he kissed you did he finally learn what sweetness feels like. And now, he craves more.

pairing: fork!nanami x cake!f!reader

cw: cakeverse (that im not very well versed in. i just liked the concept), cannibalistic themes (he thinks about eating you)(but he doesn't actually eat you he just bites your ear), the minor consumption of blood, cunnilingus, penetration, creampie.

a/n: yes this is a reupload. made some minor changes •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

word count: 3.8k+

For his entire life, Nanami never knew what anything tasted like.

He doesn't know what the cream inside a cream puff tasted like, he doesn't know what a ripe strawberry tasted like, he doesn't know what anything tasted like. People have described them both as “sweet”, and yet he could only imagine how it could taste, even if he had no knowledge as to what the feeling of tasting something is.

So early on into his life, he just accepted the fact that he's born without the ability to taste.

That's why when the first time Nanami Kento kissed you, he felt this exhilarating surge of desire for you.

Not from lust, not from love — hunger.

When he first leaned in, he felt excitement in sharing his first kiss with his lover, prepared to learn what it feels to kiss. But when your lips pressed together, he learned something else entirely.

Taste.

A foreign sensation bloomed across his tongue, into his mouth the moment your lips touched his, almost as if he's tasting. No, he's sure he's tasting. He's tasting something. He doesn't know what this is, but one word immediately makes it into his mind:

Sweet.

Nanami feels both fear and enthrallment all at once, because he's never felt as hungry and parched as he is right now. His stomach pinches when you guys part, and he feels guilty for the innocent way you're looking at him, because you don't know he's in a turmoil right after the kiss.

The realization dawns on him: this isn't normal. He needs to figure this out.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes before abruptly pulling away, forcing himself to look into your eyes even as he's feeling lightheaded. “I have to go.”

The confusion and hurt in your eyes made his heart clench for a second, but it's quickly overcome by that feeling again—that feeling to taste you again. He never felt this much fear before, the unknown situation causing him to back off.

“I– was it bad?” You asked, and he clenched his fist. Your voice was sweet, as sweet as you tasted and goddamn does he want to kiss you again.

He shakes his head slowly, his voice coming out shakier than he'd liked.

“No. It was amazing.” And you don't understand how amazing it actually is for him. After apologizing to you once again, he runs off.

He ran because the sudden starvation he's feeling is scaring him. He ran to the nearest bakery and bought a pack of bread before devouring them right outside.

He tastes nothing.

And he's so frustrated because he wants to taste again. He doesn't understand why he could only taste when he kissed you for the first time. That quickly turns into desperation, desperation to kiss you again. Desperation for you to fulfill his hunger for tasting.

In the first few days, he doesn't dare to meet you again. He could only text you, reassuring you everything's fine and you can meet up again soon. He didn't like how he acted back then, he didn't like that it didn't feel special for the both of you.

At least it felt special to him. Very, very special.

He thought he could go on like this, although he gradually got hungrier day by day. No matter how much he eats, the hunger doesn't go away. It stays there, its ever present presence haunting him every second of his life, reminding him of the addictingly sweet taste of your lips.

And today, the hunger reaches to a point where he just needs to see you.

Nanami’s usually tidy kitchen was a little messed up, the counter full of unfinished food he's struggling to even look at. He doesn't know what's happening to him, and he really wished he had an answer. He always feels full after eating, but he's always starving for something else. The taste you gave him that night.

He's currently hunched over the dining table, blurry eyes narrowing at the bright screen of his phone before he shakily taps on your contact name.

Nanami: Hello, love. I apologize for the abrupt request, bur may I come over right now? I need to see you tonight.

Delivered.

He stares at this screen, waiting for that word to turn into “read”. Nanami's breathing heavily as he grabs the edge of the table in a white-knuckled grip, impatiently waiting for your response. He didn't even bother correcting that one typo, even if he usually does. He doesn't wanna rush you, but fuck he needs to be near you again. He needs you to help him. It hurts.

He needs to kiss you so bad it hurts.

He wants to taste you again. He needs to taste you again. It was never a want the moment you gave him that sweetness.

The moment his phone buzzed, he immediately looked at the notification.

[Name]: you can come over anytime, you know that

After he sees that message, his mind blanks and his body moves on autopilot.

Your sweetness. He's gonna taste your sweetness again.

The memory replays in his mind over and over again as he tries to remember the exact moment he tasted sweetness. And the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks the taste reminds him of strawberry cake. He doesn't know what strawberry cakes tasted like. But he thinks it tastes exactly as overwhelmingly good as you did.

Thinking of you… he also thought of your scent. You smell like cake if the smell were more prominent. And you tasted like the smell of cake. He likes that you're like the embodiment of cake for him, it makes him drunk on you, you being something he never thought he'd have the pleasure of savoring. As he regains some of his senses, he realizes he's at the front door of your apartment and he's already rung the bell.

The ding echoed in his ears, and the door immediately opened. Nanami’s eyes widened when he saw you again after a whole week.

Your sweet scent. Your delectable appearance. The memory of your taste—

He feels hungry.

He wants to eat you.

In what way? He doesn't know. He's confused.

Under normal circumstances, that knowledge will unsettle him. But right now? His body yearns for you. He needs to feel you on his tongue again.

He sees the concern on your face, the way you're looking at him like you're worried for him. When you put your hand on his arm, oh so gently, he feels something awakes inside of him.

“Kento? Are you-”

Before you can finish that sentence, his lips smashed against yours. Intensely. Passionately. Hungrily. To the point of worrying. Nanami slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting the way your saliva gives him that sweetness he so craves over the past few days. The sweetness he's finally able to experience after all these years.

He grabs your shoulders as he pushes you to the wall, tongue moving fervently against yours in a passionate waltz. The taste of strawberry cake on his tongue makes his mind foggy, and the fact that it seems to satiate his hunger makes it all the more addictive. He doesn't care how selfish he is right now, he wants more.

Nanami finally pulls away, his breathing coming out in short pants as he gazes down at you darkly. How your lips look so glossy and plump after that makes his stomach growl. You look absolutely appetizing.

He fears kissing you isn't enough after restricting himself from seeing you for a week. He needs to taste more of you—hungrily and sexually.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes while he slides his palm up under your shirt, his voice octaves lower than its usual tone. “I… I want to eat you. May I? Please… I want to eat you…”

He meant that. Nanami wanted to eat you.

But of course, no normal person would think their lover wanted to literally eat them. You, oh poor you, think he's just terribly aroused and he came to you for help. You never thought he'd be this forward, this bold. And honestly? You quite like it. You like this carnal side of him.

He's trembling with want, the ravenous need to consume. Millions of thoughts pop up in his head, like does your flesh taste as sweet as your saliva? Does your labia taste sweet too? Would you let him have a nibble, just to try it out?

In this esurient state, Nanami failed to realize how inhumane those thoughts were. He shouldn't be thinking about what eating you would be like, and yet here he is.

“What's with you all of a sudden?” You ask quietly, head still spinning from the sudden attack of his lips on yours. It's hot, you're not gonna complain. You press your warm palms against both of his cheeks, looking up at him.

And oh fuck, the lust burning in those bright eyes of yours makes it harder to contain himself. The last bit of consciousness that isn't driven by his hunger restrains himself, thankfully; he's been too much of a pervert tonight.

“Please. Just give me your consent. I need you.” He breathes out, his breathing coming out in short pants as he grips your skin tightly. He's pleading now, but he doesn't mind being pathetic if it's with you.

You take in his facial expression, his trembling hands. And for a moment, you think he's under the influence with how out of character he's been acting ever since he showed up at your doorstep. As much as you want him, you also don't wish to take advantage of him.

“Kento, are you drunk-”

“I'm not.”

He cuts you off swiftly, leaning in to bury his face into the crook of your neck as he takes a deep inhale of your sickeningly sweet scent that fuels his desire for you. You take a moment to think about it, but eventually give in. That kiss earlier already got you hot and bothered, anyways.

“Okay.”

Nanami didn't waste a single second after your green light. He brings his face back up to yours as he licks into your mouth, kissing you like it's his last day on earth as he gropes at your clothes, his heart drumming inside of his chest. The sugary taste of your saliva riles him up so much, he genuinely feels like his head will explode from the dopamine rush it alone gives him. He wants to drink every last drop of you.

The way he kisses you is like a thirsty dog, finally finding water. His tongue isn't even seeking yours, he's instead licking every crevice inside your mouth.

He lets you push him towards your bedroom, all the while your lips are connected to each other's. Once you both reach the bedroom, he wastes no time and pushes you onto the bed as gently as he can in this state of his. He breaks away reluctantly, licking his lips for any remnants of your saliva on his lips. The moment he breaks away, he feels hungry again. He wants more to satisfy his hunger for you.

You watch as he drops to his knees with a thud, grabbing the waistband of your pajama shorts and pulling it down alongside your panties. You feel a bit shy, considering it is your first time with him. Nanami slides his hands in between your thighs and parts them, gripping the supple plush with both hands as he stares down at the wetness that was previously hidden before.

The smell of that sweet, sweet nectar dripping from your cunt is nearly enough to make him drool.

Without warning, he dives right in as he sucks on your pussy like a man starved (which he is, technically), and the juice leaking from your sopping hole is a whole new sweetness. It's different from the one he tastes on your lips, and he's into it. You moan loudly while he eats you out like you're the most delectable meal he's ever had in weeks, the lewd slurping of his mouth combined with the shocking pleasure of each eager swipe of his tongue on your labia sends waves of shock over your body. You clench your thighs around his head, hands flying to his blonde locks as you grab at them, trying to push his head away out of sheer pleasure. You fear you may reach your orgasm too soon if he continues to eat you out like this. Right now, Nanami isn't even focused on your pleasure; he's focused on slurping up every last drop that leaks out of your hole, savoring the saccharine liquid as much as he can. It's like inhaling marijuana to him, with more entering his mouth, the more he's addicted to it.

“Fuck…” he growls against your pussy, the vibrations adding onto the intense pleasure he's giving you. He's operating solely on his desire to consume, devouring your pussy once more. His tongue digs into your hole, nearly rolling his eyes into the back of his head as more sweetness attacks the taste buds he once thought were completely nonexistent.

“Ke-Kento! T-t’much…” your moan breaks him out of his daze for a second, his eyes cranking open as he meets your eyes, seeing your face contorted in pleasure made him aware of the hardness straining against his pants. But he doesn't wanna penetrate you, he wants to eat you. That can come later once he's fulfilled, once and for all.

“I want you to cum,” he murmurs desperately against your pussy, sucking your clit in straight after and getting rewarded with another melodically loud moan of yours. “Please… you taste so good.”

Nanami holds your hips securely in place as he licks more of your delicious release into his mouth, before bringing his face back up to the surface for air as he swallows your orgasm with an embarrassingly loud gulp. Surprisingly to the both of you, you came straight on command. You convulse violently as your pussy gushes around his tongue, and his eyes widen briefly before he eagerly drinks everything pooling out of you, down his throat. It tastes exactly like how he thinks whipped cream tastes like.

He understands why children love sugary things now; they're amazing.

He looks down at you with those lidded eyes, pupils dilating for a second once he fully takes in how you look. Your red face, your heaving chest, the drool pooling around the corner of your mouth… gosh, you taste good and look pretty. How are you his? Nanami finally feels halfway full for what felt like the first time this week, and he regained some of his senses. Although, the more he's near you, he realizes the more he wants to gobble you up.

You're still extremely tongue-fucked out of your mind, having received the most mind-shattering orgasm you've ever experienced in your life. None of your past partners or yourself have gotten you to cum so hard and fast like that except for Nanami, and you may have fallen in love a little bit more. You expected him to be good in bed, but not this powerful. You flutter your eyes open as you look up at him, and he looks briefly regretful. You frown a little at the sight.

“Kento? Are you alright?” You murmur, trying to sit up but stopped by his big hands pressing you back down onto the bed by the shoulders, gentler than the first time.

“I'm so sorry. This is unbecoming of me— I didn't mean to come over and do this.” He bites his bottom lip, meeting your eyes with both lust and guilt. The guilt mixed with the desire to eat you makes his stomach hurt. “I understand if you think less of me now, that I'm a lowly man who only begged to come over to satisfy his own disgusting desires.”

The apology is so genuine and yet half-hearted. He despised how he didn't mean that he came here to feast upon you, he despised how he feels like this. But you are the only thing he's allowed to taste and he can't help but be greedy after being stripped of the ability to do so since birth.

You slowly shake your head, your face softening as you bring his face down with both of your hands. His eyes met yours through the dim lightning of the room, feeling intense emotions inside of him when you start caressing his face with your thumb.

“Don't apologize.” You whisper, so softly, so sweetly, it makes him nearly moan from the deliciousness of your voice as well.

“I loved that. I don't mind, really.”

“You do?”

“I do. Do more…” you bring his face down as you kiss him again.

He's recovering slightly when you kiss him again, but once he does, he kisses you back. This time, gentler, although he's very tempted to lick the insides of your mouth once again. Nanami moves between your thighs as he slowly presses his crotch against yours, and moans lowly into your mouth as he felt your previous climax soak the fabric of his pants. He brings his one hand up to hold your neck by the side, rubbing his thumb against your jawline as he kisses you, the other going down to unbuckle his belt. Once he lets his belt fall to the floor, he pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock, it's already aching to be relieved. He pulls away from the kiss as he kisses down from your jaw to your neck, giving your pulse languid swipes of his tongue while he rubs his tip against the slit of your pussy, causing you to moan at the thickness of it.

“Put it in, please.” You whine, spreading your legs further for him. Nanami hums, finding your entrance and slowly presses his tip inside. The warmth it gives him shoots pleasure up his entire body, goosebumps appearing on his arms. “A-ah…” you grab onto his shoulders as he continues to lick your neck, all the while slowly pushing his length inside. You don't even have to see it to see how big it is, just by the way he stretches you out and struggles to put it in is already proof of its size. “You feel so good…” he whispers against your neck, eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he pushes further in. You curl your toes in order to ground yourself, digging your fingertips into his shoulders to distract yourself from the sting the stretch gave you.

After a full minute, he finally put it all the way in. He stayed there, his grip tightening slightly on your neck. The pleasure of your tight cunt gripping his cock like a vice is probably the best thing he's experienced so far. Amidst your whimpering and moaning while you adjust to his size, he can't help but be drawn into your scent again. His stomach growls. Shit.

You're so close.

You're so, so close.

His lips detached itself from your neck as he moved to your ear, pressing his lips there before he went down to your earlobe. Nanami closes his mouth around your earlobe, and as his teeth grazes over the flesh there, he wonders for a brief moment: what will happen if he bites you? Just one wouldn't hurt, won't it? You must taste good too…Unconsciously, he bites down onto your earlobe. Harshly. His teeth break through the skin, sending jolts of pain down your body as you gasp.

“Kento!” You cried out, gripping his shoulders tighter when the head throbbing pain came on. Hearing your voice, he snaps out of it; but it's a little too late. He's tasted your blood, and it tastes just as sweet as your saliva and bodily fluid. Nanami stops biting you, murmuring soft apologies as he starts to pull out, before slowly pushing in again. You can hardly remember the fact he's bitten you by the way his long cock drags in and out of you, you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he does so.

It's addictive.

He's licking the blood coming out of your wound while he fucks into you, and every second he speeds up, the sexual connection between you two plus the sweet essence of you on his tongue makes it all so overwhelming. He wants to cum so bad.

“You taste absolutely divine,” he murmurs into your ear, his hands flying down to your hips as his thrusts become harsher. “You're as sweet as cake. I love you, I love you, I love you…”

You could only moan in response, having your brain turned into mush by how his tip kisses your cervix every now and then, causing your back to arch off the bed and pressing your body against his even more, feeling the details of his abs pressing into your stomach.He continues to fuck into you, the lewd squelch of his cock leaving and re-entering your drenched pussy fills up the room, his pace ruthless as he continues to lick away the blood on your ear. When it stops bleeding, he's almost tempted to bite it again so he can get more, but he doesn't. So he does the next best thing: kiss you again.

Nanami moves his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately. And you taste the metallic tang of your own blood on his tongue, it makes you dizzy. Somehow the taste of your own blood makes your stomach tighten, and your moans grew louder even as he silenced you with his mouth. The knot forming down there was about to snap, and he only seemed to encourage it even more by bringing a hand to your clit, rubbing it to give you more pleasure. “Oh m-my gosh, oh fuuuck…!” You cry out, throwing your head back as you reach your second orgasm of the night. Your sweet juices coat his entire cock, drenching his pants as he continues to fuck into you as if there's no tomorrow. The hypersensitivity of your post-orgasm makes it all the harder to remain calm as he bullies your cunt even harder, chasing your own release.

“You're doing so good, you're s-so good for me…” he moans, pulling back from your face as he focuses on fucking you. He watches your face in a daze, making sure he looks into your eyes. You're so perfect, you're so pretty, god who gave him you? You're the sweetest, most delicious thing ever-

He abruptly ejaculates hard deep into your womb.

Nanami stands there in slight shock, while you move your hand down to your abdomen, pressing it slightly to feel the little bump there, as a result of his sperm inside. As both of you lie there in a sticky, sweaty mess, he leans in again to give you a final peck on your lips.

Still sweet.

[slutforgarlogan]

Needy | Peter Maximoff x F!Reader

Summary: Based off this request. you're trying to do your homework but Peters being needy

Warnings: Oral (m!recieving), orgasm denial, peters a whiny pathetic man (i think thats it?)

A/N: this is a tad rushed i am so tired i went to bed at 4am and im running on a bottle of cough syrup (im ill), 2 large pizzas, a cookie and a can of fanta. Also decided to get mean on him at the end and deeping it i could never

You are sat at your desk in your room, working on your college homework, scared of falling behind. You've finally managed to get into the groove of things, understanding what the homework actually is, leaning on your desk a bit to concentrate.

And thats when you hear your bedroom window open. You roll your eyes, already knowing who it is, he's the only person who ever comes in through your window despite the fact you've told him countless times he is allowed to just use the door. You swivel around in your chair, facing the silver haired boy. "What"

He quirks an eyebrow, sounding amused "Lovely to see you too babe"

A small smile breaks on your face as you look at your idiot boyfriend, and take on a much lighter and playful tone than before. "What do you want Peter"

He gives you a look, a look that you know all too well and you roll your eyes once again. "I'm doing work Quickie, you can wait," you turn back round in your chair, going back to your homework.

He groans loudly and flops onto your bed in a starfish pose, ever the dramatic. You chuckle a little and speak to him, not turning round. "I've got cake snacks in the drawer on my bedside table, just eat those and shut up" You always kept the drawer on your bedside table full of twinkies. Because Peter was always in your room, and he liked them. You hear him open the drawer, and you smile, finally being able to work.

Though it didn't last long, not only did he devour the entire contents of the drawer, but he had now decided to go for a different route to get your attention, since groaning and whining like a toddler didnt play out in his favour. He was off your bed and stood to your side in a silver blur. Now leaning forward slightly and rocking back and fourth on his heels impatiently, with his hands holding each other behind his back.

"watcha doin"

"work"

"what work"

You just need him to shut up for 20 minutes.

"college work"

He doesnt say anything for a second, still rocking around on his heels next to you, heaven forbid he stay still and quiet.

"can i have a kiss" your lips curl up into a small smile, rolling your eyes lovingly. You turn your chair slightly to face him, pulling him down and giving him a short but sweet kiss. You can still taste the cake snacks on him.

When you pull away to go back to your work, Peter decides to lean down behind you and kiss your neck, sucking on it and leaving little marks. Your breath hitches, which doesnt go unnoticed by him, but you keep your composure, trying to ignore it and do your work.

He wraps his arms round you from behind where your sat, and he teases his fingers at your waistband. "Quickie i swear to god"

He pouts a little "please"

You roll your eyes, groaning and turning around in your seat, hands moving to his trousers to unbuckle his belt. He keeps his eyes trained on you now, pupils blown wide and eyes pleading.

You unbutton his trousers and pull them down to pool at his ankles. He steps out of them and you swap places, he's now sat in your desk chair, and you're in front of it, knelt down on the floor with his dick in your hand.

You bring your thumb to his tip, running your hand over the slit and spreading his precum around the head of his cock. He whimpers, bucking up into your hand "Please"

You pump his dick a couple of times, before leaning down to take the tip in your mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop and eliciting a string of moans and whines from the boy beneath you.

You take him fully in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, as your hands work at the base and you look up at him through your lashes, relishing in how needy he is.

He involuntarily thrusts his hips up, pathetically whining and moaning, even more turned on by the eye contact you're making with him.

When you feel his dick start to twitch in your mouth, you pull off him. He whines loudly at the loss of contact, searching your eyes desperately. "no no no please"

"you can finish when i finish my work"