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satorusugurugurl · 6 months ago
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Summary: Gojo refused to buy you a drink because he didn't want to take care of yourself while you're drunk, there is a certain dark-haired man that's willing to take care of you in multiple ways.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader x Geto Suguru
Warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, smut, language, unprotected, creampies, spicy dirty dancing
Word Count: 3,509
A/N: Your wish is my command Nonnie! ✨ (I'm working on one where the boys take care of a wasted reader its so cute 🥹)
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The music was blaring, and lights flashed, illuminating the faces of strangers and people Gojo knew. He sighed, leaning against the wall, his dark, round sunglasses reflecting the multicolored lights as he watched you dancing in the center of the floor. The skin-tight black dress you wore hugged your beautiful body's curves. You were losing yourself in the music, eyes shut as you held your hands above your head, shaking your hips to the beat.
He would love to be out there with you, but you were slightly (definitely) irritated with him. All because he wouldn't let you order another shot, a shot that would turn your lovely buzz into a drunken night, that would involve you crying over otters, begging for chicken nuggets, and most likely end with him holding your hair and rubbing your back while you threw up.
So yeah, was he being a little selfish? Yes. But there was only so much he would learn about otters.
If Suguru were here, it would be a different story. Suguru was a pro at handling you when you were tipsy. He’d pull up otter videos for you to watch, feed you nuggets, and by some miracle, you never threw up with him! Then he would have gladly bought you that shot you were longing for.
But Suguru was on a mission and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow, so you’d have to be angry with him.
While grumbling and pouting, he never noticed the tall figure making their way across the dance floor to you. You swayed your hips, humming happily as the bass vibrated through you; the only thing that would make this better would be the extra shot you’d so prettily begged for. But Satoru was too inexperienced to handle drunk people to cave in. You could have bought yourself your drink, but he insisted you leave your wallet at home, a mistake you’d never make again.
In your attempts not to sulk, you never noticed the stranger behind you until two large hands found their way home on your hips. Your eyes focused on Gojo, still across the club, arms crossed over his chest as he pouted. So, the person holding you was not your boyfriend.
Your fight or flight kicked in, and you were a second away from whirling around to smack them when the unmistakable smell of earthy musk and mint flooded your senses. All the anger melted as the hands gripping your hips squeezed you, massaging the flesh before their hips pressed flush against the fat of your ass. A soft moan passed through your slightly parted lips as you rocked back against him.
“Damn, Princess, you got such a beautiful body.” His smooth voice whispered against your ear. “Your boyfriend sure is lucky.”
“Mhmm, yeah~ they are.”
The man chuckled, rolling his hips harder against you, causing warmth to flood between your legs. “They certainly are.” Those lips that so deliciously teased your ear moved further down, trailing over your neck as his strong hand squeezed your hips tighter. “Would you mind if I danced with you, took you home, and destroyed your pretty pussy as if I hadn’t seen you in two weeks?” those familiar hands slowly began trailing lower towards the hem of your dress, and with each inch, they ventured further down, the more sensitive skin became. So what do you say, princess? That pet name was the last place you needed
“Buy me a shot, and I’ll let you have your way with me.”
At this point, Gojo looked away, taking a second to check his phone, but within that second, you managed to slip away back to the bar. When your boyfriend looked up, finding you missing from the dance floor, he felt panic swell in his chest as his eyes frantically searched for you. You weren’t on the dance floor, so that had to mean you were either stumbling in search of the bathroom or adding that extra shot to his open tab
But out of those options, only one sounded like something a buzzed and slightly pissed off you would do.
Bolted through the crowd, clenching his teeth so hard as he hurried for the bar. Just as he pushed past a rowdy group of drunk girls, he saw the back of your head being thrown back as you took a shot, followed by another, and just to make matters worse; he watched a hand that didn’t belong to him wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards tall figure
His protective instinct kicked in; someone was using the fact that you were buzzed to touch you. Gojo hoped this stranger had no regrets because he was seconds away from committing a felony. Thanks to his long legs, he closed the distance between you and a couple of steps, his hands gripping the stranger's, pulling it promptly off your hip.
“I’m going to assume you like having a hand, and if you want to keep this hand, I’d suggest getting the fuck off my girlfriend.”
“Satoru,” the voice purred, “Last time I checked, she’s my girlfriend, too.”
“Suguru?!”
Now that Gojo was closer and the lights weren't flashing as much, he could make out his best friend's face. Suguru looked down at him, eyeing his best friend before a snarky smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The shock on Gojo’s face was comical, leaving you giggling as you hugged Suguru’s arm. Those dark eyes never left Gojo’s cerulean blue; a dark-haired man lifted a third shot glass off the counter.
“I thought you said you would care for our Princess while I was gone.”
“I have been taking care of her.”
You shook your head with a pout, hugging Suguru tighter. “He wouldn't buy me another shot!” the dark-haired man’s face contorted with confusion and shock.
“Satoru, I clearly remember you telling her you would give her anything she wanted.”
Gojo ran a hand down his face. “Suguru, you know I have no experience taking care of drunk people!” he eyed you, seeing the glassy look in your eyes as Sugueu pulled you tighter against him. “I was trying to keep her buzzed.”
“Sounds like a lot of excuses to me.”
“Ya’ know what stop with the attitude.” Satoru sighed, watching Suguru chuckle. “Oh yeah, laugh it up! Because I'm not going to be the one taking care of her drunk ass tonight! That's all on you!”
Hearing those words left Suguru slightly stunned as he stared at the dark lenses of Satoru’s glasses. While he couldn't see the frustration in his eyes, he could read it in his body language—from the way he tapped his foot aggressively on the floor to how he crossed his arms over his chest. It was abundantly clear that Gojo did not look forward to having to take care of you when you were tipsy.
Something Suguru was going to make sure he regretted.
“So you aren't going to help me take care of her?”
“Nope! This is all on you since you want to get her wasted, giving her shot after shot.”
“You sure about that?”
“Posi-fuckin-lutely!”
Suguru hummed and grabbed your face with one hand, his fingers gently squeezing you, forcing you to look up. “Hear, that Princess?” Your lips slightly parted as he brought the glass full of clear liquid to your mouth. The cold glass chilled your heated skin. As Suguru licked his lips, his eyes darkened with lust, as did the look on your face. “You’re all mine tonight.” In a swift movement, Suguru tilted your head back, pouring the glass contents into your mouth, and you quickly swallowed.
With the contents of the glass down your throat, Suguru pulled the glass away and smirked, turning his attention towards Satoru while his angry demeanor seemed to have melted away. You relished in the way the white eyebrows knitted together at the nearly erotic sight of Suguru helping you with the shot and the words his best friend had said. Gojo was suddenly beginning to wonder what Suguru had planned for your drunken state, but the mischievous look as he gently patted your cheek and offered you another drink made his pats feel a bit too tight.
Which was a ridiculous reaction! You were intoxicated, and the two meant would most likely be dragging you out here soon. But much to his surprise, when your feet finally started to ache, you were coherent and fine, walking out holding Suguru’s hand. Hell, your eyes were met nearly as glass when you all loaded into Satoru’s car, and he started driving. There was no conversing of otters, tears, or pleads for him to pull over so you could throw up.
Nope, it was nothing like that of the sorts.
Instead, soft moans and sharp breath intakes resonated from the back seat. That’s when he realized he might have made a colossal mistake. That thought became a reality when you three returned to the house, where Suguru had you over his shoulder, dragging you to the bedroom, and the second Gojo locked the front door.
“Hey!” He shouted, kicking his shoes off and rushing after you both to the bedroom. “Wait for me!”
“Sorry T-Toru!” You cried out as Suguru threw you on the bed, climbing over you. “You said you weren’t going to take care of me, remember~?”
“Y-Yeah, drunk you!”
Suguru hummed, looking over at Gojo, who stood in the doorway; his jaw dropped as he watched clothes being degraded and hands fisting in hair. “Oooh~ yeah~ she’s buzzed, but I wasn’t getting her drunk. Someone just assumed that I was doing that.” When your tits bounced free, and Suguru undid the button to his jeans, pushing them down far enough to free his aching cock, Satoru just stared at you both completely flabbergasted.
“B-But I was watching you force her to take more shots!”
“Of water.”
“Huh?”
“I was giving her shots of water.”
Your legs were forced apart, and Satoru watched as Suguru’s fingers hooked under your thong, pulling the flimsy fabric to the side. “Water?” He asked, too stunned to honestly believe he was telling the truth. “You were making her take shots of water?” A wet, squelching sound flooded the room as your back arched off the bed with a soft gasp.
“Of course, it was water.” Suguru held one hand between your thighs, fingering you as the other came down next to your head, caging you underneath him as Gojo watched his best friend roll his finger fuck you. “Why do you think I have such an easy time taking cause of her when she’s been drinking? I always make sure she stays hydrated.”
“T-That’s not fair!”
“Not my fault you didn’t ask what she was drinking or what we were doing,” Suguru said nonchalantly as he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock.
“Ahh!!”
“O-Oh fuck—” Satoru lost his concentration for a second before shaking his head. “Still not fair. You could have been honest with me!”
Your nails dug into Suguru’s back as you bucked your hips up against him. “Mhmm—fuck Suguru!” You cried out as he set a slow pace, his hand gripping your sides, slowly fucking into you, making the most of the time he’d been away.
Gojo pouted like a spoiled child making his way to the recliner facing the bed, his fist resting on his chin as he watched Geto slowly fucking you into the mattress. He could have gone about things differently this evening, but there was something kind of sexy about watching you both fuck while he sat off to the side. He didn’t need to put in a lot of effort; he was just way there, watching his best friend fuck you roughly as he stroked his cock through his pants.
God, it was so sexy watching you moan, how your legs shook as Suguru lazily fucked you into the mattress. It was erotic, toe-curling, and it made his hand grope his cock firmly through his pants. Watching you stare into Suguru’s dark eyes with pure lust was intoxicating, and the way Suguru stared back at you left his head spinning. Satoru loved being between you and involved in making you feel good.
But this was something different, something new, and Satoru liked it.
“S-Sugu~! You cried out as he grabbed both your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he fucked you like a flashlight. “Ah!! Fuck! Fuuuck!”
“Yeah~ does that feel good, Princess~?” He snarled dark iris’ focusing on Satoru, who had his pants tugged down, his cock throbbing as he jerked himself off. “Don’t tell me Satoru was neglecting you, sweet girl.”
Satoru watched as your dress was completely tugged off, along with Suguru’s shirt, his hand moving up and down his shaft faster. “I t-took good care of her—nngh.” Suguru scoffed, the muscles in his ass clenching as he pulled out of you before shoving his entire length back in.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.”
Your gasp drew both men’s attention back to you. Your eyes were rolling back with each deep thrust. "O-Oh fuck—Suguru!”
"That's right," Suguru growled out, pressing kisses along your bare breasts. “moan out my name." He smiled up at Gojo before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Mhmm, fuck, you taste so sweet, Princess.”
“Ooh god,” Gojo watched as your eyes fluttered while Suguru reached down, rubbing teasing circles around your clit. Satoru knew he could please and satisfy your needs, but your body language told him you longed for Suguru. "O-Oh, fuck god, I missed your cock so bad!”
Satoru knew you loved them equally, even though he knew it wouldn’t stop him from teasing you. “Well shit—“ he moaned out, stroking his cock faster. “Way to make a guy feel like Chopliver.” He said with faux sorrow, causing your eyes to dart in his direction.
“Toru—” you whimpered, biting your lip as tears prick your eyes. "Toru honey, I-I'm sorry, I-didn’t m-mea—fuuuuck!" Your head rolled back, your eyes leaving Satoru’s.
"Such a slut for Suguru; you can’t even look at me," Satoru said while twisting his wrist along the base of his cock. "Come on, Suguru, you gotta make up for missed time, and I’m not in there with you two. Come on fuck her harder, fuck her to the point the bed almost breaks."
"Satoru—come on now."
"It wasn't a fuckin question, Suguru. I’m being serious." Satoru stroked his cock faster, growling. "If she wants to be fucked by you so bad, fuck her into next week."
For the first time all evening, Suguru looked slightly flustered. He hadn’t anticipated Satoru to get so into watching you both. If anything, he thought he’d be bitching and crying about wanting to join in within the first two minutes. But he had surprised you both as he happily leaned back in his chair, jerking off and enjoying the show. And if it was a show he wanted, it was a show he would get. Suguru took a deep breath before he slammed into you, sending your back arching off the mattress with a gasp.
“There we go~ haaah, much better!” Your head lolled to the side, eyes focusing on Satoru as he stroked his leaking cock. “Hey, pretty girl, like what you see?”
“Yeah~ your cock is so pretty, Toru, I-I nngh I wa—aah!”
Suguru grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Princess, remember he didn’t want to care for you?" Suguru asked, kissing you softly. "I'm the one fucking you right now. Not Satoru but me." he snarled against your ear.
"Awww is someone doubting their skills?" There was a cocky tone to his voice as he looked at you. "You can look at me; don’t let Suguru tell you what to do.”
He held to cock in his hand, slowly stroking it as Suguru glared back. "Sure, you can look, but don’t forget who's making you feel good.” Satoru watched as his best friend shoved two fingers in your mouth. "So focus on me, good girl." Hearing Suguru talk like that had Suguru stroking his cock faster with a groan.
“M-mmmhm!” You gasped as Geto shoved his fingers into her mouth. You moaned, your tongue twirled around his fingers, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. You looked drunk off pleasure, and it was a look both Satoru and Suguru found themselves lost in.
"God, look at her. Seriously sucking my fingers down like a slut." Suguru whispered as he promptly pulled them out of your mouth with a pop. "She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, Satoru?” He continued thrusting in and out of you, using his saliva-slick fingers to rub circles around your nipples.
"Fuck yeah, she is; you gonna make her cum hard?” Gojo said, watching as Suguru’s thrusts became harder and deeper, his hips moving faster and faster, slamming against your g-spot with every thrust.
"Yeah," Suguru whispered against your lips. "I’m going to make her squirt harder than you." He ran his fingers that were teasing your breasts up to your throat, wrapping his hand around your neck.
"Oh, you wish!”
"Such a good girl; scream my name when you soak the sheets, okay.” Suguru purred in your ear, his eyes with the lust coursing through his veins.
Satoru watched, eyes focused on you as you arched your back off the bed as you came. You squirted hard, doing exactly what Suguru told you to do. “Suguru!!” You screamed out, eyes rolling back as you soaked Suguru, your walls clamping down on him as he froze above you, hands gripping the sheets, holding them tight as he came with you flooding your insides full of cum.
Watching both his partners freeze up, losing yourselves in orgasmic bliss, that sight in itself was more than enough to send Satoru over the edge with you both. He squeezed his shaft as he threw his head back, ropes of cum coating his chest as he watched you and Suguru exchange a deep passionate kiss. It made him smile lazily as he slumped back against the recliner, shutting his eyes.
You broke the kiss with Suguru, panting heavily as you glanced at Satoru, who was relaxing against the chair. He looked flushed and peaceful, a little too peaceful for your liking. You smirked as you turned Suguru’s head towards the side.
“Satoru~” you purred, drawing the attention of his cerulean gaze towards you. “I’ve decided you might not want to take care of me, but I want to take care of you.”
Satoru swallowed hard, sitting up with a grin. “Ooh, you’re going to take care of me?” Geto eyed you skeptically for a second before he saw that glimmer in your eyes, a glimmer with the promos of mischief.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t say take care of is the right phrase—maybe play with you is a better term.”
“Play with me in a sexy way, right?” Silence. “R-Right?”
Suguru slowly pulled out of you and sat back, patting the bed. “Come on, Satoru~ join us on the bed.” Gojo swallowed hard, not like the way things were playing out.
“I-I uhm, I think I’m okay right here.”
“Oh, don’t be like that! Come on, join in the fun. I’m not going to bite you.”
Reluctantly, Satoru stood up and walked towards the bed. When he pressed his knees into the mattress, he realized joining the two of you had been a mistake. He didn’t have his infinity up, giving you the chance to pull him onto before rolling so he was beneath you. Gojo just stared up at you as you began moving your hips teasingly over his cock.
“I may not be biting you tonight, but I am going to milk you until you cry.”
Geto shifted himself behind you, grinding his cock over your ass while resting his chin on your shoulder to look down at Satoru. “I, however, made no such promise about not biting.” He grinned, running his tongue over his teeth.
Gojo swallowed hard as you pinned his arms above his head. He wasn’t sure what was worse—taking care of you drunk when you cutely cried over otters. Or having both his partners making him cum so many times he thought he was going to die. He should have just bought you that shot.
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tangerinesilk · 1 year ago
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- DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI
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dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.
pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader
rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)
tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!
word count ✷ 1.7k
a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo
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[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]
typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.
dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.
he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.
suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.
ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.
so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.
it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—
"y/n, are you even listening?"
you cleared your throat, "hmm?"
he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."
now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.
you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."
he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"
you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."
dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"
you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.
"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.
its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.
he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.
dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.
soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.
"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.
just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.
your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.
his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.
"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.
he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.
"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"
he sighed, "shit..."
"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.
you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.
his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.
you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.
"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.
his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.
when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.
"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.
"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.
you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.
"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.
"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.
"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.
soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.
you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.
"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.
as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.
he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.
you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.
it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.
you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.
"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.
he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."
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archivequinn · 2 months ago
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i loved your fic where reader cries and eddie calms her down as a thoughtful romantic caring boyfriend. i wonder if you could write something like that again. short or long, it doesn't matter. <3
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it, I hope you like this one too. I did my best.
Nightmare eddie munson x fem!reader, fluff
summary: when you have a bad dream, your boyfriend eddie takes care of you at midnight, calms you down.
Falling asleep in Eddie’s trailer always gives you a different kind of peace. The bed is small, but Eddie’s presence makes you forget all the tightness. The faintly trembling walls of the trailer and the sounds of crickets outside add a strange serenity to the night. You’re wearing one of Eddie’s oversized sweatshirts; it still smells like him, that unique scent—slightly spicy and a bit woody.
Underneath, you’re wearing one of his boxers, because Eddie had grinned at you and said, “I love seeing you in those.” On the other end of the bed, he’s sleeping in just his boxers, the faint light of the trailer highlighting the contours of his shoulders. He’s breathing easily and deeply, completely at ease.
The night had started off sweet. The spice of the hot chicken wings you ate earlier still leaves a burning sensation at the corners of your lips. After that, you’d cracked open a couple of beers and laughed hysterically at an absurd horror movie Eddie had picked. His deep, slightly raspy laughter still echoes in your ears.
You fell asleep feeling drunk on this peacefulness, but at some point, a dream pulled you in. Everything felt so real. You were losing Eddie. Right before your eyes, he was disappearing, as if turning into a shadow and vanishing. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t stop him. You wanted to scream, but your throat felt tight, like it was constricted. You took a step forward, but the ground was slippery, your hands reaching out to grasp the cold void.
You jolted awake with a gasp of fear. The trailer was dark, with only a faint orange glow from a streetlamp filtering through the edge of the window. Your breaths were rapid, your chest rising and falling. You turned to Eddie beside you. He was still there. His back was to you, his hair spilling over his shoulders, rising and falling gently with his peaceful breaths. The weight on your chest eased slightly, but tears welled in your eyes for a moment. Losing him for real… the thought alone sent shivers through you.
Unable to resist, you placed your hand gently on his back. Your palm felt the warmth of his skin. It was as if this simple gesture reassured you: “He’s here, next to me.”
Eddie stirred slightly at your touch, lifting his head from the pillow and mumbling sleepily, “Hey... everything okay?”
The warmth and concern in his voice instantly softened you. “I had a dream,” you said, your voice still trembling.
Eddie, without opening his eyes, reached back to pull you into him. The weight of his arm around you melted all your fears. “I’m here,” he murmured softly. “The dream’s over.”
You rested your head on his shoulder, your nose burying into the curve of his neck. His scent, Eddie’s presence, the tiny world inside the trailer... it was all real.
You wrapped your arms tightly around him, letting him draw you even closer with a sleepy smile. Your heartbeat began to steady. As he drifted back to sleep, you simply listened to his breathing. You were afraid of losing him, yes. But this moment, his presence, kept you safe.
Your breaths became uneven, and then, without realizing it, tears started slipping down your cheeks. The warm droplets trailed down your face, and for a moment, you tried to hold them back, but it was futile. The impact of the dream ran so deep, leaving a weight in your throat that you couldn’t shake.
When Eddie noticed the quiet sobs escaping you, he quickly turned. His half-asleep face was suddenly filled with concern. “Hey, hey... what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle, though his eyes showed a flicker of panic.
You couldn’t find the words, shaking your head as you wiped at your eyes with trembling hands. But that only made you cry harder. Eddie didn’t hesitate. Sitting up, he pulled you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. “Shh... it’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your hair. “Don’t be scared, I’m here. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”
His voice was as soft as a whisper but carried a soothing strength. He held you like that for a while, his palm gliding gently over your back. Even as you were wracked with sobs, he stayed patient, waiting for you to calm down.
Finally, taking a deep breath, you whispered hoarsely, “I had a dream about losing you.”
Eddie pulled back slightly, his hands on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes of his, still heavy with sleep, were full of love.
“Me?” he asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart. Look, I’m still here. Still your silly Eddie.”
You nodded with a faint smile, though your tears kept falling. Eddie noticed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Come on, let’s wash your face. This beautiful face isn’t meant for crying this much,” he said, gently helping you out of bed.
When you reached the trailer’s tiny bathroom, Eddie grabbed a towel and turned on the tap. The water was cold, but it was enough to cool the warmth of your tears. He soaked the towel and pressed it gently against your face. “There we go,” he murmured. “Fresh start. No more crying, okay?”
You tried to laugh lightly, but a shiver still lingered. Eddie noticed and rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, so I guess this is my fault for picking that stupid movie? I told you it’d give you nightmares.”
“Eddie!” you protested, lightly swatting his shoulder with a small laugh. Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, I’m innocent. It was probably those chicken wings cursing us. They were way too spicy, probably fried our brains.”
He handed you a glass of water. “Come on, drink up. Crying dehydrates you.”
When your shaky hands struggled, he held the glass with his own, guiding it to your lips. “There you go. One more sip.”
Then he led you back to the small sitting area. Before heading back to bed, he sat on the floor, pulling you down beside him. His fingers combed gently through your hair as if trying to brush away all your fears. “You need a new hairstylist,��� he teased, tugging playfully at a strand before tickling your side.
“Eddie, stop!” you whined, but he didn’t seem to care. “No, no, this face owes me a smile,” he declared, fingers trailing to your ribs as he tickled you. You tried to resist, but it was no use; laughter bubbled out, and the darkness of the dream faded into lightness.
Finally, you leaned against him, still giggling. Eddie finished smoothing your hair before resting his head on your shoulder. “I promise you,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.”
In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude to have Eddie by your side. No matter what, you knew he would always make you feel safe.
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wannab-urs · 1 month ago
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Never Have I Ever
Summary: You and Dieter play never have I ever and it gets spicy. Warnings: MDNI | 18+ | sub!dieter, dom!reader, alcohol consumption (not during the smut), pet names, SMUT, discussion of safe words (not used), referring to your dildo as your cock, aftercare. WC: 1.7k A/N: Written for @yxtkiwiyxt Kiwi’s Never Have I Ever challenge (open til March 1) and for my own Dom that Middle Aged Man Campaign (closed). I hope you love it <3 Thanks to @pedgito and @murder-wife for beta reading!!
Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi
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“Okay, okay, what’s the next card?” 
Dieter grabs a card off the stack and holds it up, squinting to read it in the low light of your living room. 
“Never have I ever… acted out my sexual fantasy,” Dieter reads. He blushes but doesn’t take a drink. You knock back a shot of whiskey before looking at him incredulously. 
“Really Di?”
Dieter flushes even harder, if possible, and looks at the ground.
“Well what is your fantasy? I find it hard to believe you haven’t acted it out, to be honest.” 
He brushes a hand through his hair and stares at the floor as he answers. “It’s not that I haven’t acted out fantasies before I guess, but like my main one? Never.” 
“I’m dying to know what could be so crazy you’ve never acted it out.” 
“It’s not that crazy… I just want a woman to… you know… like… top me?” 
“Top you or dom you? Or both?” The whiskey is making you bold. Dieter is a friend (with benefits of course) and you normally wouldn’t push him so hard on this or admit what you’re about to admit. “My sexual fantasy just so happens to be topping a man.”
Dieter looks up at you then, looking embarrassed and more than a little excited. “You drank on this one… So you would know what you’re doing?” 
“I would.”
“Do you wanna have sex with me? Like right now?” 
“Oh Di, you’re wasted… I’m wasted. You know the rules.” 
“Yeah, yeah. Tomorrow then?” His puppy dog eyes meet yours and you almost cave right then. 
“Tomorrow,” you smile at him. 
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You wake up sweating, sunlight streaming into the room and heating it up plus Dieter’s body practically on top of you. He’s a spider monkey in his sleep, always clinging onto you with all four limbs when you stay over. You push him off of you a little bit and you take in his sleeping face. 
He’s handsome always, but especially when he’s asleep. A loose curl is dangling over his forehead and some of the lines in his face are smoothed out – it’s the only time he’s relaxed without being high. You press a kiss to his cheek and he stirs, eyes blinking open sleepily. 
“Good morning,” he says with a dopey smile. 
He leans up and kisses you chastely, but you deepen the kiss immediately. His tongue slides into your mouth, slow and exploratory like you haven’t done this a hundred times. You pull back and kiss the tip of his nose.
“You still up for what we talked about last night?” You half whisper, afraid he’ll chicken out. 
“Please?”
“Off to a great start already, baby boy.” Dieter blushes and drops his eyes from yours, embarrassed and pleased by the pet name all at once. “We’re gonna use the stoplight system for our safeword. Do you know what that is?”
“Yeah! I use it when I’m the one in charge.”
“Great. I also want you to refer to me as ma’am during the scene, is that okay?”
“Perfect… ma’am.” 
“Good boy. Let’s get started then.”
You push him down into the mattress and climb on top of him, straddling his waist. “I want you to keep your hands to yourself, either on the bed or above your head holding the headboard. Is that okay?” 
“Yes, ma’am.” He’s so eager to please, his eyes wide and his lips in a perfect pout. 
You kiss him then, pushing your tongue into his mouth, taking control of the kiss entirely. He’s left to take what you give him, and to his credit, he doesn’t fight you for dominance. You kiss down his jaw to his neck, trailing your lips over his collarbone and down to his chest. His hands twitch by his sides, but he doesn’t move them. 
You drag your lips down until you meet his sweats, then pull back so you can strip them off. His gorgeous cock bobs up to his stomach, already hard and leaking precum. You take him in your hand and lick from root to tip, sucking the head into your mouth. His hands fly up to the headboard, white knuckle gripping it to keep from touching you. 
You pull off him and tell him to stay just like that while you grab lube from the bedside table. He obeys perfectly and you have to pause to collect yourself. His immediate submission is so fucking hot. You crawl back onto the bed and settle between his parted thighs. 
“Do you still want me to fuck you, baby boy? It’s okay if not.” 
“Yes, please, ma’am.”
You smile at him and coat your fingers in lube. One finger circles his hole while you take his dick in your mouth again. You push him to the back of your throat and swallow around him until he’s buried in your throat. He whimpers and you moan around his cock as you push one finger into his hole. He’s always been vocal, but whimpers are few and far between. 
Dieter starts pushing back against your fingers, fucking in and out of your mouth. You pin his hip down with your free hand and pull off of him. “Stay still, sweetheart.” 
Dieter whines but stops fucking himself on your finger. You add a second finger and start stretching him as you take his cock back in your mouth. The sounds pouring from his mouth are sinful and you’re dripping wet for him. You’re trying not to let on just how turned on you are. His balls start to draw up and you quickly remove your fingers from his ass and your mouth from his cock. He whines but doesn’t protest. 
“Can’t have you coming this early, now can we?”
Dieter shakes his head pitifully. You let him calm down and then repeat your actions, winding him up again only to pull off him completely and wait for him to calm down. You want to hear him beg. And you aren’t disappointed. 
“Please, please just fuck me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
 You swat his thigh. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”  
“Ma’am. Please ma’am, I need you.” He’s so pretty when he begs, you really can’t resist. 
You strip and stuff your panties in his mouth. His muffled whines are even hotter now. 
“You’re being such a good boy for me, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He looks blissed out at the praise. “If you need to safe word, you can move your hands to take out the panties, okay?”
He nods to show he gets it and you climb off the bed and get your strap from the nightstand. You coat it in lube and tell Dieter to turn over and stick his ass in the air. He complies immediately and you admire his ass and the way his swollen cock dangles between his thighs. He’s so pretty. 
You get behind him on your knees and slowly push the dildo into his hole. He whines long and low, only slightly muffled by the panties in his mouth. You pull out and push back in deeper, working your way into him slow and easy. When you bottom out, you both groan. Him at the full feeling and you at the way he looks stretched around your cock. 
You hear him mumble “please,” through his gag and it turns you on so much you can barely think straight. You pull out of him to the tip of your dildo and snap your hips forward, fucking him hard and fast. 
“Spit out the panties, I wanna hear you.” 
He complies, whining and begging for you to let him come. “Please, ma’am. Please I need to come, you feel so good.” 
“Tell me when you’re close, baby.” 
He whines but doesn’t stop you yet. You slow down and make sure to rub at the bundle of nerves inside him with every thrust, slowly grinding your cock into it. He starts crying and you think you could come just from that alone. 
“I’m close! Please, ma’am I’m so close, please let me come.” 
You pull out of him completely and he collapses to the mattress, whining and crying. 
“Turn over baby boy, I promised I’d make you feel good didn’t I? You trust me?”
“Yes ma’am, I trust you.” He turns over and spreads his thighs, gripping onto the headboard in anticipation. 
“Good boy, color?”
“Green, ma’am.”
You take off your strap and toss it on the floor to deal with later. 
‘I’m gonna ride you now, baby. You come whenever you’re ready.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
“So polite,” you stroke his cheek with your thumb and drag it across his plump lips. He takes the digit into his mouth and sucks. You climb on top of him and line him up with your hole before sinking all the way down. You moan in unison, you at the stretch and him at your tight wet heat. 
You place your hands on his thighs behind you and start bouncing on his cock, taking him deep and fast. You’re just as wound up as he is and desperate to come. You bring one hand to your clit, rubbing in furious circles to keep up with your pace. Dieter plants his feet and starts to fuck up into you and you don’t even stop him, too close to coming harder than you ever have in your life to stop him now. 
You feel the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, and with one final snap of Dieter’s hips you come apart, moaning his name. The way you get impossibly tighter around him sends Dieter over the edge as well and he fills you so full you feel it leaking out of you around him. You collapse onto his chest, breathing heavily. He wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your hair. 
“That was… so fucking amazing,” Dieter whispers. 
“Yeah, it really was.” You push yourself off of him and roll off the bed. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
You head to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, cleaning between your thighs. You get a fresh one and take it out to Di, gently cleaning his spent cock. You lie down next to him and pull his head onto your chest. 
“You did so good for me, baby,” you tell him as you run your fingers through his curls. He nuzzles into your chest and wraps an arm around you, falling asleep with that dopey grin of his on his face. 
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archangeldyke-all · 9 months ago
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hi angelll!!! sev and reader who talks in her sleep? like sevika wakes up to reader talking about her in her sleep i just think it'd be so cuteeee <33 black fem reader if u can please <3
CUTEEEEEEE RAHHHHHHHH
men and minors dni
sevika's heard of sleep-talkers, but she's never experienced one until the first time she sleeps over at yours.
she watches you prepare for bed in fascination, trying to memorize all the lotions and potions you use as your night-skincare routine, admiringly watching you wrap your hair up in your bonnet.
she sleeps like a fucking baby with you beside her, all soft and warm and smelling like the flowery scent of your face lotion. it's the best sleep of her life until--
"sevika."
she's awake in a snap, scanning the room for danger while she reaches out with her hand to protect you where you lie. wait. you're not sitting up beside her.
sevika shakes her head and blinks a couple times, looking down at where you sleep beside her. she coulda sworn you'd just said her name, but maybe it was just a part of her dream?
sevika settles back down against your bed, curling around you, and she almost closes her eyes to go back to sleep when you speak again. "spicy chicken sandwich with fries and a large water." you mumble. "thank you."
sevika bursts into laughter and crawls out from under the covers to hover over you on all fours as you sleep, watching in fascination as your face scrunches up in response to something in your dream.
"sevika!" you huff, suddenly upset. she wonders what she did in your dream-- probably smacked your ass. that's usually the response smacking your ass gets her. "no, it's for spring solstice." you say suddenly in a pleasant, customer service voice.
sevika can't stop laughing. she can't imagine what's happening in your head, but she's getting a kick out of hearing you mumble about it.
from there on out, each time you wake her up with your sleep talk she listens in fascination and adoration until you eventually settle back down. sometimes she talks back.
"there's DNA evidence." you mumble one night as sevika trails back to bed after a visit to the bathroom. she giggles at your ramblings.
"you in trouble with the law, baby?" she asks as she crawls into bed beside you. you shift in your sleep, subconsciously turning toward her body.
"missed you, sevy." you whine. she kisses your forehead.
"i'm right here baby."
"you wanna make s'mores?" you ask.
sevika chuckles. "when you wake up, sure."
"mmm... okay." you mumble, before settling down.
sometimes, if she's lucky, she gets a peek into your dirty dreams.
last night she woke up to you thrashing, your bonnet thrown across her chest at some point during your restless sleep.
she knows how much you hate sleeping with your hair unprotected, so she tries her best to gently pull the bonnet back over your hair.
it's a bit of a struggle. she must wake up some part of your mind in the process, because you start to mumble under her.
"sev?"
"just puttin' your hair up for you babe." she whispers, kissing your forehead and settling back down beside you.
"can i eat you out?" you ask.
sevika chokes on her spit, then sputters a laugh. "fuck yeah, you can." she giggles. "anytime you want, baby."
"'s not fair." you huff.
"what?" she asks.
"i wish i had a dick s' i could cum in you." you mumble.
this time, sevika can't manage a laugh, she just chokes and tries to catch her breath as you whimper beside her.
she doesn't sleep super well after that. your words just play on repeat in her mind until the sun rises.
you don't believe her in the morning, flustered and hiding your face behind your hands when she repeats your words back to you. you're so fucking cute that it makes the night of horny-sleeplessness worth it for sevika.
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joonberriess · 2 years ago
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𓆩♡𓆪 “he a eater, he ate it for lunch” — jock!jk
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·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — munch!jk, lots of pussy eating, rimming, cum-eating(?), brief fucking, unprotected sex, jk’s obsession with pussy eating, little to no dirty talk, reader being her cute bimbo self, talks about sex (jk’s made fun of), man’s a ass eater too btw
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Jungkook didn’t care that people were staring at him for having a handful of your ass sitting in his hand. He used his hold to gently guide you around the store, steering you away from places you tended to wander off to. He didn’t want you leaving his side, especially since you were in those pretty pink velvet shorts.
You looked adorably slutty today.. With your little white hairclaw, a matching pink sweater with a white tank top that made your tits pop out beautifully and those damned shorts that hugged your ass tightly. To top it all off you were drinking your little pink drink because Jungkook couldn’t say no when you asked for Starbucks before the store.
So here you were, happily sipping on your drink and walking about the store with him. He held the basket with ease in his other hand as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and stuff that had happened prior. Jungkook only hummed in response with the occasional “Yeah baby?” while he picked out stuff he needed for his apartment.
“I got a perfect score on my essay today, the teacher even says that I would make a heck of a lawyer with my arguments!” You giggle, bouncing in excitement as you twirl to face him with puppy eyes, “But I wouldn’t wear those ugly colors they all wear, I would make my suit a different color like baby pink..maybe even pastel purple.”
Jungkook quirks a brow at this, “A lawyer? Are you gonna help me out in case I ever get into trouble?” He teases. You shake your head no with a ‘mm-mm’. “Oh? Why not baby?”
“Because if you’re my client I won’t be able to give you a good luck kiss for the trial..” You pout.
Jungkook laughs, “You’re so fucking cute.” He ruffles your hair and then pats your bum, “Alright, to the seasoning aisle, we’re going to make some spicy ass chicken curry tonight.” He nods his head in the direction of the exit, “And you can’t back out this time y/n, you promised you’d eat with me.”
You pout at him, “But-but, it’s too hot for me! It makes my tongue burn and my tummy upset.” You try reasoning with him but he isn’t having it either. He asks you to get something he needs from the lower shelf and without thinking much of it you bend over to get it.
Jungkook’s mouth gapes open, not only is your beautiful ass on show for him, but the shorts dip low to expose the hem of your thong. Not just any… the fucking g-string he got you with those gold letters on the back. “JK” stares back at him almost tauntingly, shimmering in the light as the two letters dangle from the pretty chain on your g-string.
“You’re wearing them?” He says in shock, “I didn’t think you’d actually use them..” He trails off given your reaction to the panties last time.
You stand up straight and tilt your head, “The panties you got me? Oh yes! They looked cute with my outfit so I put them on. Everyone thought it looked so pretty on me! Jihyo even asked me to ask you where you got them from because she wants her own too.”
He looks back down at your ass and curses because he can’t think of anything other than the g-string sitting underneath. “I think I got everything I need.” He rushes out.
That’s how you find yourself in the backseat of Jungkook’s car, legs tossed over his shoulders and hands tangled in his hair. Your shorts are long gone and the thong is hanging around your ankle, dangling around as your leg jerks every so often from the pleasure. There’s loud slurping noises that emit from between your thighs.
Jungkook works his tongue over your clit slowly, trailing down below to your slicked up hole. He flicks his tongue over and over, swiping it from side to side and up/down. The radio does nothing to obscure the slick and gushing noises from your pussy.
“Mmm,” you hike your thighs higher and press them against your chest, “stop teasing me,” you huff quietly, “you’re no fair.” You say, hooking your hands under the back of your knees and holding your legs up for him.
Jungkook doesn’t reply, instead he takes your ass in his hands and spreads you wide on his tongue. He nibbles on your clit teasingly knowing that you like the overstimulating feeling it gives you. His finger teasingly rubs against your puckered rim, he finds it cute that you tense up and whine at him to leave the backdoor alone.
“Jungkook,” you whimper out, toes curling as his tongue swipes over your swollen clit repeatedly.
Jungkook softly pants and pulls away, letting spit dribble down your cunt as it slides down between your ass cheeks. “Best fuckin’ meal.” He licks a stripe across your cunt to prove his point.
You wiggle around underneath him and gyrate your hips towards his mouth invitingly. You desperately want his tongue back on you, and you’re fucked stupid at this point and can’t collect your thoughts properly. “J-Jungkook,” you softly whine, drool slipping past your lips.
Jungkook coos softly, “I know baby, lay back, don’t need to worry that pretty little head about anything.” He dives back down to lick over your pussy over and over again.
More moans poured from your lips as you closed your eyes in bliss. He worked his tongue over and over again against your sensitive clit. You catch a glimpse of his expression and find him with his eyes closed, he moves from your clit to your gushing hole as he basically makes out with your pussy. His nose occasionally bumps into your clit and that alone is enough to send you into an orgasm.
“Mmm..!” Your back arches and you hold on to his hair to keep him in his place.
Jungkook slows down to let you ride out your orgasm in peace, his grip on your cheeks loosen and he greedily slurps up your cum. Your legs feel like jello as they drop down from his shoulders and you lay there trying to recover from the intensity.
“Thanks for the lunch.” Jungkook grins, patting your sensitive pussy gently.
+
The apartment was filled with loud laughter and the sounds of beer bottles clinking together. Jungkook was surprisingly alone tonight, so that called for a guys night with him, Jimin, Yugyeom, and his roommate Seokjin. Beer and fried chicken were given of course.
“Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Yugyeom slaps Jungkook on his shoulder, “Your little girlfriend be occupying all your time, she doesn’t leave any for us man.” He whines.
The others agree with nods, Jungkook simply shrugs, “I rather hang with her than with you guys, Jin I see you everyday so you don’t count.” He nonchalantly says.
“Brat.” Jimin sticks his tongue out, “Name some fun shit you and y/n do, and sex doesn’t count.” Laughter erupts around the living room.
Jungkook takes a swig from his beer, “We’re always out and about buying shit from different places, it’s fun to shop for home stuff and shit. I run errands with her, we watch anime here or at her place. We play street fighter, go out to eat,” he shrugs, “we do a bunch of shit together. Productive shit.”
The boys collectively nod and Yugyeom clears his throat to speak, “That’s cool, I see why you hang out with her now. I mean I believe Kook on this one, my girl’s friends with y/n, she says y/n’s really fun to hang out with.”
“Who? Jisoo?” Jimin asks.
“Yeah, she always tells me what they talk about and shit. I didn’t know they talked about our sex life so often, Kook she talks about you too. Jisoo called you a munch.” Yugyeom laughs, elbowing Jungkook.
Jungkook snorts, “I don’t care I eat pussy, is that a crime?” He smirks with his hands raised, “I meannnn.. If you aren’t eating her for lunch and dinner something’s wrong with you. It’s a fucking crime even,” Jungkook slaps Yugyeom on the back.
The guys laugh loudly and Seokjin manages to speak in-between his laughter, “It’s true, I probably walked in on them like three times by now. All three he’s down there gettin’ to business with her. Don’t think he’s exaggerating, not even for a damn minute.”
“Danggg I can’t get that image outta my head.” Jimin shakes his head with laughter. “What else don’t we know about you?”
“I’d eat her ass if she let me.” Jungkook shrugs. The guys laugh even louder but Jungkook doesn’t care, “She’s got a fat ass what can I say?”
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Jungkook was hitting it from behind and all his eyes could focus on was the way your cheeks bounced and slapped against his hips. Your tight puckered hole sat so sinisterly, winking back at him as if asking him to touch, inviting even. Your moans spilled from your lips and filled the once quiet room up.
He grunted with effort and pushed the hair out of his face so he could watch your soft globes bounce in tandem with his thrusts. The sounds your pussy made were obscene, it made his gut coil in hot white pleasure. He could see a ring of white form around the base of his cock every time he pulled out.
The intrusive thoughts were winning, Jungkook found it harder to contain himself with every thrust. He bites his lip and fucks into your creamy pussy harder to distract himself, he braces his hands on either side of you as he snaps his hips upward. You let out a surprised whimper and arch your back, “Jungkook..!” Then you do the most sinful thing ever, the nail to the coffin..you reach behind you to hold your ass apart for him, whimpering about how good it felt etc.
He fucking loses it.
He swiftly pulls out of you and gets on his knees, immediately diving in with an insatiable hunger. Jungkook eats you out like a man starved, his tongue is swiping through your creamy folds, trying to get every nook and cranny. His hands replace your own and hold your cheeks apart for him.
You let out a garbled moan, head falling into the pillows as your knees shift helplessly on the bed. You shakily poke your hand down there to rub quick circles on to your throbbing clit. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and focuses on lapping up the mess your hole made.
Your words are slurred, drool dribbles down on to the pillow you have your head laid on. Your hips stutter in their movements as you rock back to meet his tongue. “S-So good, mmm, g-gonna c-cum.” You whine.
Jungkook pulls back, spitting onto your untainted hole as he watches it dribble down. You whine louder but it’s cut short when he puts his whole fucking mouth over your rim, licking at puckered hole. It’s definitely new for you, and in the heat of the moment you let it happen as you decide to rub your clit faster.
Jungkook’s eyes are closed as he happily sucks and licks at your sensitive rim, he dips his tongue in teasingly. Your body jolts in surprise, a loud cry leaving you as your thighs begin to shake. He doesn’t even dip his tongue in any further when he suddenly feels you shudder, indicating your orgasm.
“Fuck baby. I could do this shit all day, with an ass like this you deserve it.” He slaps your cheek, not minding that he didn’t cum at all.
You pant softly, turning on your side to face him with a blotchy face, “You’re so mean..” You pout softly and make grabby hands, “Cuddles?”
He licks his lips with a teasing little grin, “Least I know baby likes getting her ass ate.” It earns him a smack on the chest but he simply curls up with you in arms, totally worth it.
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sxfterhearts · 9 months ago
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neighbourly visits
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ idol!jiung x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
♡ genre/warnings: fluff inspired by recent events, childhood-neighbours!au
♡ word count: 2,422 words
♡ author’s note: ah choi jiung i wish you only good things. >_< i hope you get better soon and no longer feel any pain... i'm sure it was hard for you to stop activities, but i hope you take the time to rest and relax!!! i have not known you for long, but i want to know you for a long time ♡ also pics cred to the lovely tumblr owners!!!
♡ sequel: backstage visits
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“Hey stranger,” You called out from behind the sliding door that was left ajar, your head peeking through the gap to peer inside the hospital room.
“Hey yourself.” Jiung replied with a light chuckle.
You walked in. Walls covered in flowery 90’s wallpaper greeted you warmly, along with a mounted television playing news silently in the background, a small sofa and coffee table set in the corner and a large window with views of skyscrapers dotted along the side of the Han River. And of course, a single hospital bed with your ex-neighbour-turned-idol lying right on top of it.
“It’s a nice room.” You commented, curious eyes scanning your surroundings.
He scoffed. “Yeah, except now there’s a stain at the bottom of the walls from yesterday.” Jiung admitted sheepishly, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.
“Ah…” You trailed off, setting down the two plastic bags you brought with you on his overbed table. “From when you flooded the bathroom?” You questioned, gentle and careful, nose scrunching up adorably.
“Don’t remind me…” He looked away. “I was so embarrassed! Oh my goodness… The head nurse laughed right in my face! I mean, it sounds like she thought it was funny, but I felt so bad.”
“I’m sure it’s fine, plus, who doesn’t like Krispy Kreme donuts?” “I hope so…”
“Anyways, I brought the goods, like you asked.” Your eyebrows cocked towards the bags, while you dragged a fold-up chair closer to his bedside.
Jiung’s eyes lit up at the mention of this. “You did?”
“Of course, who do you think I am?” You laughed, fingers moving to unpack the food. “Half and half wings, gold king and bburinkle flavoured, one pack of bburinkle cheese balls, and a large tteokbokki.” As you announced the order, you brought out the takeaway boxes one by one – soy sauce, sweet honey and garlic flavoured, then cheese powder flavoured wings; the mozzarella cheese balls that you both enjoyed and the large container filled with spicy rice cakes. “Oh, and Cass beer!”
“Y/N…” Jiung uttered, his mouth quickly salivating at the mention of his favourite meal: chicken and beer. “Are you an angel?”
You laughed out loud, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. You turned around, heading to the adjoined bathroom, hoping to hide your flustered expression. Too late, though, Jiung thought that shade of pink looked the cutest on you. “I think you’re just hallucinating from all the drugs they’ve put you under.” You replied. 
“I have been dreaming about this meal since I got admitted last week. You’re really saving my life, neighbour.” Jiung breathed out, still amazed at the generous spread of food. 
As you walked out, you saw Jiung swinging his legs to the edge of the bed. “Woah, hold on soldier, where do you think you’re going?”
He stopped, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “To wash my hands.”
“No need for that. Sit down and rest – doctor’s orders, remember?” You reached into your handbag and pulled out a hand sanitiser, passing it over to him. “Use this instead. Plus, it’s BHC. They’re professionals. There’s gloves.”
At that, Jiung rolled his eyes at you. “I’m fine,” He drawled out, yet accepting your offer and sanitising his hands. “It’s not like I’m severely injured or anything.”
You gave him a pointed look, fully sceptical. “Right.” 
“I’m serious!”
“A ruptured thigh muscle, Jiung. You ruptured your thigh muscle.” You deadpanned, your motherly instincts firing up. “That’s a big deal! Just sit down and eat your chicken, okay?”
“Fine…” He grumbled, pouting as he pulled on his gloves. 
“So, how are you feeling about it?”
“About the leg? It’s fine. Honestly, it doesn’t even hurt that much.” Jiung paused to take a bite of the cheese ball, eyes closing in pure bliss as he did so. “So good. This always hits.”
“Okay, but that’s not what I meant.”
“What do you mean?”
You sighed, reaching for a can of beer and opening it for him. “You know what I mean…”
He accepted it, taking a big gulp as he thought through his response. “It’s… fine.” Jiung looked down, suddenly taking a lot of interest in the box of fried chicken in front of him.
“Are you really okay? You were preparing for such a long time. Your mum even told me that you were practising non-stop, even on Seollal, and most of Christmas through to New Years. She said she could only send you banchan this year and was really sad about not seeing you back home.”
“Hey,” He looked up. “Are you here to visit your sick neighbour or to guilt trip him for not visiting his family?” Jiung said before biting into a bburinkle flavoured wing.
“Firstly, ex-neighbour. You moved out years and years ago. Secondly, I’m not trying to guilt trip you. I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay.”
“Well, why do you care if you’re just my ex-neighbour?” Jiung countered in a quiet voice.
“That’s not what I - ” You stopped, sighing. “Okay, we both know you’re not just my ex-neighbour.”
“What am I then?” He looked you straight  in the eye.
The two of you engaged in a tense staring contest before the eye contact and the intensity behind his lids freaked you out. “My… My friend, okay? Geez, that’s not the point. Stop deflecting, Choi Jiung. I’ve known you for over a decade and you’re still the same. Always trying to avoid talking about your feelings.” You huffed, passing a pair of chopsticks to him and sliding over the container of tteokbokki. 
Jiung nodded his thanks, accepting the cutlery and digging in.
Silence ensued as the words hung over the pair of you. You ate quietly while Jiung slurped up his rice cakes like a starved man. He set down his chopsticks once he took a big bite, sighing. “Okay, fine. You got me. I’m not okay.”
“See! Jiung, you have to talk about your feelings.” You stopped, hands coming up to make vague gestures in the air to emphasise your point. “It’s important! You can’t just keep everything inside. Like,” You picked up a can of unopened beer. “Like this. If you keep it bottled inside and shake it too much, it’ll explode completely and make a mess. Please, just talk to me about it. How are you feeling, Choi Jiung?”
He grimaced internally at the use of his full name, the name his mother would use whenever she got mad at him. “Yeah, I’m not okay. I’m so not okay, Y/N.” He sighed again. At this point, you grew slightly concerned that he would then hurt his nostrils from heavy sighing. You shook the silly thought away to focus. “I’m not okay, because, you know what, yeah. You’re right. We have been practising for so long, and so hard. And I was so excited, and had so many sleepless nights trying to figure out how to do my solo, and what lyrics would go well for the song, and how to set up the stages, and what outfits would go together, and, and…” He took a deep breath to calm himself. Jiung could feel his eyes heat up and the corner of his lids prickling, tears beginning to gather slowly but surely. “And for all that to be taken away from me, it just feels so, so unfair.” His voice sounded so small and vulnerable, your heart cracked a little bit for him. A stray tear escaped, rolling down his cheeks.
Immediately, you use the ends of your sleeves to dab away at his tears. Nodding, you encouraged him to go on.
“And… And I really wanted to visit Japan. Shota was gonna bring us to all these places, we were gonna have dinner with his family, and I was really looking forward to being back in America. I really wanted to walk around LA again, and see the huge trees, and…” Jiung paused again, trying to compose himself. “And I’m just really sad I can’t see the fans. I feel so bad, like I let them down, and I know that for some of them this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing to see us and I let them down and - ”
You didn’t allow him to continue - you simply stood up from your seat and sat next to him on the bed, enveloping him in a hug. “And that’s enough, I’m not gonna let you continue talking down to yourself like that.” You said in a hushed voice. You weren’t too sure why you were whispering, but it felt like the right thing to do.
Jiung shut up promptly, closing his wet eyes, and burying his face in your sweater. He breathed in your scent, a mixture of your fabric softener and jasmine, and felt at ease. He was transported back to simpler times - growing up in a high-rise apartment in the outskirts of Seoul, catching cicadas by the stream next to your house, and running around the parks until the sun went down.
You stayed like this for awhile, and it was like time stopped for you. You could barely breathe from how close you were to Jiung, someone you had admired for a long time now - initially from up close, close enough to count the eyelashes on his pretty face. And now from afar, through a screen. Initially, you wrapped him in a hug to stop him from talking about how he let his fans down, but now, you were just enjoying his warmth. Jiung hugged you back tighter, and you could feel the ends of his orange hair tickling your neck.
It was Jiung who broke the silence. “You feel the same - smell the same, even.” He mumbled, lips too close to your skin for you to maintain a healthy heartbeat.
“Yeah, well…” You hated yourself for pulling away, but you had to do it to check up on him; make sure he was okay.  “Moving out to the big city made me crave familiarity. So I had to ask Mum to send me a picture of the softener she used for our clothes when we were growing up.”
Jiung smiled at that. “That’s nice.”  He liked the idea of you calling your mum about something as simple as laundry. Often, he felt like his calls back home were the opposite of mundane - his mother would ask him where he was flying to that weekend; he would reply with the destination and tell her that he was working on a few new songs. She would tell him to eat well and not sleep too late; he would reply in the affirmative, hiding the fact that most of the time they were recording in the wee hours of the morning. It seemed like you were worlds apart. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel more than grateful to have a friend like you in his life to keep him grounded. Someone from his previous life, as a child, before he was P1Harmony’s Jiung - when he was just himself, just plain old Choi Jiung. A boy from Anyang. A boy with big dreams. Just a regular boy.
“Also, I’m sure your fans understand. And they’d want you to rest! Trust me,” You paused, “Everyone on SNS has been commenting to wish you a speedy recovery but also saying that this is a great opportunity for you to get some well-deserved rest. You guys never seem to rest these days. A comeback and a tour? You must’ve been so busy..”
Jiung laughed, amused. “You read the fan comments?”
“What? Of course! Why are you surprised?”
“Wow…” Jiung replied. “You know, we kinda lost contact when we were in high school but when you reached out again a few years ago I really did think it was because you suddenly missed me. Now I know why…”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you reach out because you were a fan? I always believed your story - I thought it really was because you bumped into my mum back in Anyang and she passed you my new number.”
“I mean…” You fumbled. Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. “That happened! I swear!”
“But…?”
“No buts! That is definitely what happened.”
“Right… So who’s your P1Harmony bias? Tell me.” Jiung teased, lips curling into a cheeky grin. He passed you the beer, urging you to drink. “Drink up and tell me. Don’t worry, I can set you up with them. Just tell me.”
You took a huge gulp as you whacked him on the arm.
“Hey! That hurt!”
“You deserved it.” You mumbled.
“So, who is it?” Jiung still wouldn’t let it go. 
“You don’t need to know.” The tips of your ears were warming up now. You distracted yourself by munching on some wings, hoping he would just drop the topic already.
“C’mon, I deserve to know, at least.”
Just then, your phone, which was on top of the table, lit up with a Kakao notification. Your eyes widened in alarm, suddenly remembering that you had just recently changed your wallpaper to a (very cute) photo of Jiung from their most recent music video. With your clean hand, you reached over to grab it before Jiung could see it.
But alas, you were too slow. “Oh…” Jiung mused, getting all cocky. “I get it now.”
“What do you get? There’s nothing to get.” You forced out a laugh, flipping your phone the other way and burying it under your seat.
“Y/N…” Jiung drawled out the syllabus of your name in a teasing yet slightly dangerous way, as if he had an evil master plan. “Tell me something, and be honest.”
“Nope, I refuse.” You said, shaking your head vigorously.
“Do you like me?”
You continued shaking your head no and chewing in silence.
“Be honest, I’m not gonna judge you. Am I your bias?”
“Shut up, I refuse to answer.”
“Ah, so I am right.”
“That’s not what I said!”
“You didn’t have to say it, Y/N. I can tell… Just admit it. You like me.”
“No! This is so embarrassing…”
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{ epilogue }
The nurses filling out their charts at the station giggled and gossiped over their dinners. 
“So, what do you think is gonna happen?”
“Gosh, watching them is so frustrating. Like, just confess already!”
“I know right! I almost want to do something about it. Like slip them a note or push them into each other or something.”
“Ah, the beauty of young love…”
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ddejavvu · 1 year ago
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I really like your “girl meal” writing for spencer I was wondering if you could do something similar for Remus or James
(Your writing is fantastic btw <33)
"Darling?"
By the apprehension in James's tone, you might have thought he discovered a three-headed lion in the kitchen. When you exit the bathroom, though, all you find is him eyeing your dinner plate warily.
"Hi, Jamie," You gush, enveloping him in a hug as welcome from the rugby meet he'd just returned from, "How was practice?"
"Good," He returns your embrace halfheartedly, "What's that?"
"Dinner," You hum, "You ate with the guys, yeah?"
"Yeah," He nods, and you're failing to see the issue here, "But what- what is it?"
"A quesadilla," You trail off, "Why?"
"Is there protein in there?" He glances over at your side dish, "And- spicy chips and guacamole?"
"Yes, James," You huff, "There's cheese. Cheese is protein. And yes. Chips and guacamole, what's wrong with that?"
"There's no meat," He notes tentatively, "And no vegetables, and lots of grease and carbs. It's not going to make you feel good, darling."
"Well, it's girl dinner," You huff, "It's not supposed to be nutritious, it's supposed to be yummy. And it's going to be, so back off."
"Alright." He lets go of your lazy hug, eyes wide and mouth fighting hard to appear stoic rather than amused. He busies himself with hanging up his keys, snatching a chip off of the side of your plate before you can stop him, "Alright, darling, enjoy your girl dinner."
"Not everyone can eat like a rugby player all the time!" You grouse, stuffing a triangle of your quesadilla into your mouth and letting the cheese spill deliciously over your tongue, "Eat steamed vegetables and bland chicken all you want, Potter, I'm happy with junk!"
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tsukikonikushimi · 1 year ago
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Avatar the Official Cookbook of Pandora (Recipe Masterlist)
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I have finally gotten my hands on the cookbook. So there are four chapters, I will start posting them, but with what should i start?
Further down there's the list of recipes, if somone wants a specific one, write it down in the comments.
Omatikaya Offerings: (11/11) -> COMPLETED
1st Recipe -> OVUMSHROOM BURGER: Here
2nd Recipe -> FORAGED FRUITS BREAKFAST: Here
3rd Recipe -> HALLELUJAH MOUNTAIN CUPS: Here
4th Recipe -> WOODLAND MUSHROOM RAMEN: Here
5th Recipe -> PARADISE COCKTAIL: Here
6th Recipe -> TACO SURPRISE: Here
7th Recipe -> RAINFOREST SOURDOUGH TOAST: Here
8th Recipe -> GREEN SHAKSHUKA: Here
9th Recipe -> BOTANIST’S LUNCH BOWL: Here
10th Recipe -> HUNTERS’ TRAIL MIX: Here
11th Recipe -> HARMONY SALAD: Here
RDA Rations: (14/14) -> COMPLETED
1st Recipe -> FRONTIER PANCAKES: Here
2nd Recipe -> WARRIOR "WINGS": Here
3rd Recipe -> HELL’S GATE CORNBREAD MUFFINS: Here
4th Recipe -> RDA CORN RIBS: Here
5th Recipe -> LOCKED AND LOADED TORTILLA CHIPS: Here
6th Recipe -> UNOBTANIUM ENERGY BITES: Here
7th Recipe -> BRIDGEHEAD CITY BURGER: Here
8th Recipe -> HYBRID MAC ‘N’ CHEESE: Here
9th Recipe -> SUPERCHARGED STEAK: Here
10th Recipe -> BASE CAMP BAKED PASTA: Here
11th Recipe -> COMMAND CENTER CHIPS AND DIP: Here
12th Recipe -> SKIPPER STEW: Here
13th Recipe -> INTERSTELLAR SOUP: Here
14th Recipe -> SCRAMBLED TOFU WRAP: Here
Metkayina Bounty: (10/14)
1st Recipe -> SMOKED TROUT ROLLS: Here
2nd Recipe -> ZESTY SEAWALL SKEWERS: Here
3rd Recipe -> NA’VI SUPER SMOOTHIE BOWL: Here
4th Recipe -> SPICY SQUID MORSELS: Here
5th Recipe -> SEA SHIMMER POKE BOWL: Here
6th Recipe -> REEF BITES: Here
7th Recipe -> SEAGRASS TOFU STACKS: Here
8th Recipe -> OCEAN ORZO: Here
9th Recipe -> ZINGY FLASH-FRIED SHRIMP: Here
10th Recipe -> DIVER’S BOUNTY PASTA: Here (Poll for next time) NEW!!
TBA
Clan Feasts: (11/11) -> COMPLETED
1st Recipe -> HALLELUJAH CELEBRATION CAKE: Here
2nd Recipe -> LUMINESCENT ICE POPS: Here
3rd Recipe -> CHOCOLATE BARK OFFERING: Here
4th Recipe -> PANDORAN PARTY PLATTER: Here
5th Recipe -> BLUE SEAS TEAR-AND-SHARE GARLIC BREAD: Here
6th Recipe -> HOMETREE PLATTER: Here
7th Recipe -> PURPLE SKY COOKIES: Here
8th Recipe -> SWEET AND STICKY CHICKEN: Here
9th Recipe -> CELEBRATORY CLAN ROAST: Here
10th Recipe -> SANCTUARY STEW: Here
11th Recipe -> TOTEM DIP: Here
Omatikaya's recipes:
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jjkfanfic · 1 month ago
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TOGE INUMAKI X YOU
Onigiri
It was a quiet afternoon at Jujutsu High, the sun shining brightly and casting a warm glow over the courtyard. I had nestled into my favorite spot, a cozy bench under a cherry blossom tree, ready to immerse myself in a good book.
Just as I turned a page, I noticed Toge Inumaki approaching, his usual calm demeanor slightly off as he glanced my way. “Kelp,” he greeted, his voice a mix of sincerity and shyness.
“Hey, Toge!” I smiled brightly, closing my book. “Want to grab some onigiri? I’ve been craving it!”
“Salmon,” he replied, affirming my suggestion with a nod, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“Great! I found a place nearby that has all kinds of flavors,” I exclaimed, bouncing on my feet. His presence always brought me joy, and I loved how he made even simple moments feel special.
As we walked, I chatted about everything that came to mind—my book, the weather, and my favorite onigiri fillings. Toge listened intently, occasionally glancing at me with those warm, lavender eyes that made my heart flutter.
We soon arrived at the small market known for its delicious onigiri, I tugged him toward the display of onigiri, excitement bubbling inside. “Look at all these flavors! Spicy tuna, teriyaki chicken, and even spicy cod roe” I said enthusiastically, grinning up at him.
“Salmon roe,” he chimed in, capturing my attention as he pointed out a specific option.
“Good choice! We can get a mix!” I replied, watching his amused expression as I bounced from one flavor to the next teyimg to decide what to get.
After we finished selecting our rice balls, we paid and then found a shady bench and opened our treats. Taking a huge bite of my spicy tuna, I sighed in delight.
“Mmm! So good!”
“Bonito flakes,” he said with a teasing shake of his head, pretending to disapprove of my choice.
“Hey! It’s delicious!” I laughed, nudging him playfully.
He smiled slightly, rolling his eyes in a way that was both grumpy and endearing. “Tuna tuna,” he said, catching my attention as he gestured toward my rice ball.
I looked at him, intrigued. “What is it?”
“Tuna,” he stated, nodding seriously.
I giggled. “Okay, okay! What do you want to talk about?”
As we munched on our snacks, I glanced at him. “You know, I really admire how you handle your powers. It must be tough sometimes not being able to tall normally"
“Mustard leaf,” he replied, his expression softening slightly, as if acknowledging my compliment.
“I just want you to know that your pretty amazing” I continued, feeling a blush creep across my cheeks. “You bring so much joy to those around you"
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine. “Salmon,” he murmured, a hint of warmth seeping into his voice.
My heart raced, a mix of admiration and something deeper. “I’m really glad we can share moments like this,” I confessed.
“Tuna mayo,” he said, a teasing note in his tone, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
I laughed softly, still feeling a swell of affection in my chest. “Just admit it, you enjoy hanging out with me!”
“Salmon,” he affirmed, and I could see the glimmer in his eyes, the way he appreciated our time together.
Then, just as I nearly felt the conversation drift back into lighthearted banter, he leaned closer, his expression suddenly serious. “Tuna tuna,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes.
The moment stretched on, filled with unspoken emotions as he reached out, gently taking my hand. “Salmon roe…” he murmured softly, almost shyly.
“Y-Yeah?” I stammered, suddenly aware of the closeness between us.
“I…” His voice trailed off, and the seriousness of it swept over me. He had said “I,” not an ingredient. “Ikura…” He sighed, as if gathering the courage to form words.
Before I could respond, leaning closer, he bridged the distance and kissed me softly. The world around us faded away—the tree branches whispered in the wind as his lips slanted across mine, kissing me.
When he pulled away, our eyes locked, and I could see vulnerability and sincerity in his gaze. My heart raced as I processed what had just happened, a warm flush spreading across my cheeks.
“What—?” I started to ask, my voice barely above a whisper, but Toge gently squeezed my hand, silencing me.
“Salmon roe…” he murmured, and I could see a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He was trying to convey something deeper, something more than just the typical playful banter we shared.
“Toge, you....you just kissed me” my heart fluttering as I held my breath, hoping, but not sure what for.
He nodded slowly, his expression softening. “Salmon…” he replied, a shy smile breaking through, the Snake and Fangs marks stretching slightly at the corners of his mouth.
I couldn’t help but grin widely, butterflies swirling in my stomach at his words, feeling a wave of warmth wash over me.
"I love you," he whispered as he held my hand tight and looked over at me.
My heart soared. “I love you too, Toge. You make my life so much brighter.”
He smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across his face that made my heart flutter. "Onigiri…?”
“Absolutely!” I beamed, nodding enthusiastically and kissing him again.
With our spirits lifted, hearts full and the sun casting a warm glow over us, we sat together in comfortable silence, savoring the moment. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something beautiful was just beginning.
“Next time,” I began, glancing at the remaining onigiri, “we should make these together. I’ll make sure to bring all the ingredients.”
“Salmon roe,” he agreed, his gaze returning to mine with a smile, he leaned back in to capture my lips in another kiss.
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graylinesspam · 1 year ago
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Hot take, Qui gon was the homeless traveling version of an almond mom.
inspired by this post, briefly discussing Anakin and Ahsoka's strange eating habits. Almost implying that Obi-wan has normal eating habits. I disagree vehemently.
Qui gon is exactly the granola hippy kinda mother fucker that keeps like trail mix and weird spiceless jerky on hand but otherwise relys on basically the force to lead him to his next meal.
And sure that's often rinky dink little diners and shit but also sharing dinner with random farmers or food stalls. which is fine or whatever until he gets a padawan and now he halfway has to make sure that there's a consistent eating schedule. But it's still not something strongly on his radar. And also he has the most unseasoned pallet.
I kinda fell like Dooku would have eaten like .lain shit too. Porridge and boiled chicken ass meals but with like a fancy rich person twist on it.
But Qui gon eats like cabbage soup and unseasoned meat, i can't emphasize enough that he thinks pepper is spicy.
So Obi-wan got real comfortable with just not ever having appetizing meals to choose from unless they stopped by a diner, then he'd order like a double decker burger or a breakfast platter with every meat option and a side of space pancakes.
My point in all this being Obi-wan judges Anakin for scavenging random bugs and Ahsoka for hunting fresh meat, but all this man carries with him are dehydrated emergency rations and unsalted trail mix. so, who's the real loser?
(All of them, literally all of them)
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ladylooch · 5 months ago
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You, Me, and Mexico [Lucie x Connor] - Part 2
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A/N: The conclusion of Mexico and the true formation of Lucie and Connor as we know them now. This is spicy and sassy and hectic like our two young lovers were. I am in love with this. I hope you are too 🥹
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Lucie has never heard a pack of National Hockey League players so quiet before. 
But she also hasn’t seen them this hungover either. 
Their Mexico Allstar break is proving to be the ultimate competitor for these rowdy and untamed boys. Even Lio is no match for the lime, tequila, and hot sand. The only one who seems relatively unscathed this morning is Connor who sits on his chaise two down from her, reading.
Between Lucie and Connor, Lio’s muffled snores vibrate the towel beneath his face. To his left, Lucie holds her Kindle up with one arm. She swipes her thumb across the page, willing herself to get lost in a Texas ranch fantasy, but finding it difficult with how swelteringly hot the sun is on her body. She glances down at her calves, frowning at the pink patches beginning to shine through. 
Damn her dad and his pastey genes.
All she wanted was to come back from Mexico bronzed and gorgeous, but her Swiss heritage has something snarky to say about her every attempt at collecting the sun’s rays.
Lucie glances over at Lio who is more Swiss than her, gloriously tanned from all angles without a hint of sunburn on him. 
Hmmm, maybe it’s not the Swiss in her. Maybe it’s the American?
As casually as Lucie can muster, her brown eyes trail beyond her cousin to his All-American roommate. The one who two nights ago seemingly changed the trajectory of their trip, then disappeared into the night again like whatever that was didn’t happen. At least this time she had a beach full of witnesses to know it wasn’t all a dream. Lucie purses her lips ash the thought, letting her gaze trail along the strong muscles on Connor’s body. 
He sits shirtless to Lio’s left, navy swim trunks hugging all the right places. They bunch up at his mid-thigh, barely holding together over his thick quads. One of his feet is planted on the chaise, knee bent at an angle so his fingers can dangle off his leg. This makes his thighs look even bigger, almost like tree trunks. Lucie’s head lulls slightly to the side involuntarily, remembering those beneath her own when she straddled his lap the other evening. 
A dangerously hot thought on an already hot day. 
Frustration tightens the back of her throat, remembering how long it’s been since she’s been touched. Or at least was until Connor lit her skin on fire then ran away without finishing the job. 
Chicken. 
As understanding as she was that night, her annoyance and frustration is all that appears today.
Lucie slides her sunglasses-covered gaze away, trying to focus back on her Kindle again. But then, she can sense Connor’s movement out of the corner of her eye and her eyes instantly drift again. Connor flips the page in his book, pinching and tugging his bottom lip as he dips his face further into the spine. He is wearing an old Rockies hat that has his dark curls going crazy around the edges from the humidity and swimming earlier. 
Lucie watches as Connor blinks, bringing his gaze to the pool in front of them where a few kids splash in the water. Then his gaze goes right back to the worn pages in his fingers. Lucie wonders if he has read this book a few times or if it’s his first time. 
She wishes she didn’t feel too awkward to ask. 
Like a bitter cycle she knows too well, Connor has been avoiding her since their run in on their first night. Other than the longing glance across the table or the hesitant goodnights they say to each other, he is dodging her like she crossed an invisible boundary again. Her only solace is that any woman who comes up to him, and there have been plenty, is turned away quickly or blatantly ignored. It gives Lucie hope. Like maybe he is waiting for her to make the next move.
A bead of sweat drips down Lucie’s spine from her hair. She sighs, slapping her Kindle down and grabbing the teal scrunchie from her wrist. She tosses her hair up into a bun then stands. Her bright pink bikini bottoms back are tugged back into place, sitting more appropriately on her hip bones. She stretches her arms, making her breasts pull tight against her chest. Connor glances over at her, then quickly looks away when their eyes meet. Lucie sighs, rolling her eyes and announcing to no one in particular that she’s going into the pool.
“Don’t drown.” Lio mumbles to her without opening his eyes.
Lucie tosses her sunglasses onto her white towel, then steps towards the edge of the pool. The stairs are on the other side, but a ledge running along the sides makes it easier to enter from anywhere. She glides into the cool, crystal water, instantly sagging in relief at the chilling sensation on her skin. She seeps in further, sinking down until her shoulders skim beneath the water, then back up, happy the breeze off the ocean seems to be picking up. She kicks across to the other side of the pool, then sneaks a glance back over to her group.
A corner of her mouth tilts up when she notices how hard Connor is focusing on his book now. His eyes do not float away, even as other noises call for his attention. A group of people walk by, but again Connor stares hard with his nose in his book. Lucie giggles to herself, realizing that she hasn’t seen Connor turn the page much since they got to the pool and she shrugged off her cover up. 
To test her theory, Lucie flicks water up with her foot, seeing if she can get droplets close to their group. The droplets fall just to the edge of the pool, so she goes closer, trying again. She is right in front of Connor, tempting him, pushing herself further out of the water so her bikini top rises into the air, showing two distinct points in the front. 
Connor’s gaze stays on the book like they’re glued, but he shifts his legs around, pulling the opposite foot up and letting the other one down. His tongue runs along his top teeth, strong jaw zig zagging to both sides like it’s bothering him. 
Lucie floats to her back, careful to keep her hair out of the water. Her legs drift back up to the top of the water then she flicks again, grinning when she watches the streak of water wet the concrete then disappear onto Connor’s chaise. His blue eyes fly up as the droplets hit his foot. Lucie can feel his eyes everywhere. They’re generous and starved, roaming all over her exposed skin before he cocks his head to the side at her. 
“Accident.” She shrugs innocently.
“Mhm.” She faintly hears him grumble. She sucks her cheeks in, making her dimples pierce further into her cheeks. Then with his eyes still on her, she flicks again, bigger this time, laughing at his deeper frown. His eyebrows pull together, looking dark and menacing beneath the shade of his hat. But there is no mistaking the look of desire that swirls over his face.
Lucie swings her foot down as Connor goes back to his book. She flicks again, this time getting a big splash on his ankle that makes Lucie snort in surprise. Between his knees, she can see the sparkle of droplets on his phone. Oops. 
Connor snaps his book shut, standing up. In one motion, he’s heading towards her, whipping his hat off and jumping into the pool. Lucie squeals in surprise as his splash slaps her in the face. She barely has time to wipe her eyes before Connor’s arms swoop under her waist, lifting her easily into his arms. She immediately feels his hard erection against her. 
Lucie gasps at that and the proximity of his lips to hers. She glances quickly towards the rest of their group. All of them are still asleep on their chaises, Lio included.
“Hi.” She says to him.
“Hi.” He responds quietly, almost subdued as he drinks her in. His grip on her waist shifts as his hands skim down to her ass. He rolls her hips into his, making Lucie inhale heavily through her nose. “You wanted attention?” He murmurs. Lucie laughs. 
“I need some every day. It’s a disease.” She bats her lashes at him. He smiles genuinely, laughing while running his hands from her butt to the backs of her thighs. His thumbs swipe across the top of her skin, making her core tingle. “And you’ve been avoiding me again.” She points out bluntly.
“I’m not...it’s just.. Lio.” He shrugs.
“Lio has been drunk, high or getting laid the entire time we have been here.” Lucie rolls her eyes at his favorite excuse.
“Yeah but that’s his norm, so it’s not like he doesn’t see the way I can’t stop staring at your ass.” Lucie’s cheeks turn pink, warming under the knowledge of him looking at her, soaking her in like she wants him to. She brings her fingers up his biceps, threading them around his neck. 
“You like what you see?”
“You know I do. Plus, I’ve got you all figured out, Lucie Hischier.”
“That makes one of us.” She drawls back. Her fingers glide through his hair as she takes another peek at the group. Still clear. She leans forward, on the opposite side of his neck then runs her tongue from the dip of his collar bone to his ear lobe. 
“I want you, Lucie. I wasn’t lying about that the other night.” His voice is liquified with need, edgy but smooth, almost a groan when she sucks his skin into her mouth for a moment. 
“What’s so bad about here?”
“You deserve better.” He murmurs, gripping her face gently in his wet palm. 
Better? How could anywhere else be better? Lucie can still feel his hearty grip on her ass as he ground her into his cock the other night. That felt pretty damn good to her, Mexico or not. 
“I don’t understand you.” Lucie groans. “You may be the only man, a hockey player to boot, who won’t fuck the willing girl in his arms.” 
Connor’s eyes darken at the dirty slip of her words. 
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, baby?” There is an edge to him now, a dark one that Lucie wants to explore further. 
“Yes.” She snaps tightly, pressing her breasts into his chest more.
“Would like it if I slipped this bikini to the side and took you right here? Hm? Made you be quiet while I sink my cock deep into your wet pussy?” His voice is low and gruff as his eye roam over her face, watching every flicker of pleasure melt her brown eyes into liquid chocolate. 
“Mhm.” She whines through her bitten lip. 
“I could do it, Luc. I could fuck you here without anyone knowing.” Goosebumps thread down her limbs as she looks into his eyes. Lucie becomes lighter in his arms, looser as she tries to drop her hips to roll against his erection again. He leans in close. Lucie doesn’t care enough to look over at their group again. This is it, she thinks. He’s finally going to-
“AH!!!!” She screams suddenly, feeling herself being propelled through the air. Then she’s sucking in water from her open mouth. The water pulls her under, swirling around in white bubbles as she forces herself back up to the surface. She gasps, shoving the loose hairs from her bun off her face. 
Through her saltwater haze, Lucie glares at the retreating back of Connor Wood. She gapes at the group of laughing NHL players, all now wide awake at once, including her cousin who is sitting up, choking from laughing so hard.
“Woody, you got her so good.” Lio bellows. 
Rivers of water run down Connor’s hairy legs as his feet lead him back to his chaise lounge. His white teeth dazzle against his tanned skin and his blue eyes softly glisten. Quickly, he sends an apologetic look her way. All the heat that had been building between them has vanished for Lucie. One minute he’s whispering dirty thoughts in her ear and the next he is chucking her across the pool to get away from her? Who’s the one playing games now? She already had months of groveling and running after a man who didn’t deserve her. She was young then, didn’t know better like she does now. She is not doing it again. She is not going to continuously run after this guy, especially after he has turned her down twice. 
Connor is right in that way; she does deserve better.
“My little sister could have thrown me farther than that.” Lucie chirps when she gets back to her chair. Lio tosses her towel to her, assessing her as she wipes off. 
“You good?” Lio asks her. Lucie scoffs, snatching her cover up off the chaise.
“Yeah, but I’m done for the day.” She hastily tosses her stuff into her pool bag. “I’ll see you guys for dinner.” She calls breezily over her shoulder as she pulls her cover up back over her right shoulder. 
“Lucie, I’m- I’m sorry.” Connor says, folding his towel over his waist as she walks by. Lucie cuts a glare his way as she continues towards the exit of the pool area. “Luc? They were looking. I had to do something.” He mumbles to her. Lucie balks at that, scoffing. She whips around so fast her bag slaps against her butt.
“This is, like, a game to you, isn’t it?” Connor’s eyes dart nervously to the side then he shakes his head no. She steps closer, licking her lips and lowering her voice so it’s only between them. “I’m nobody’s secret, Connor.”
Then she twirls back around and leaves him staring at her perfect ass sashay away from him.
 - - -
Connor should have known better than to poke at Lucie this afternoon. The only thing it taught her was how damn easy it is to get his attention. So when the idea of hitting another beach party was floated at dinner, it was Lucie who immediately jumped at it. She happily put up with all their jokes and pokes about her wet t-shirt entry from earlier in the week. Because she knows exactly what her game plan is tonight.
Use any willing male on the beach to show Connor Wood exactly what he is missing.
He thinks he can play games and be aloof and then also cockblock her from anyone else the rest of this trip? Fine. Then he can watch her work a room and get him in a drunken jealous tizzy before it ends with her walking away from him. 
Her target was Javi, the local bartender who’s shift ended an hour ago. She batted her lashes and let her dress dip dangerously low over her cleavage until he agreed to stay. All he had to do was change and then he joined her on the beach, hand slipped into hers. Lucie didn’t have to know where Connor was to feel his gaze following them. But Lio’s loud shout and wave pointed out where they were a while ago. Lucie just doesn’t care enough to go join them. Instead, she is savoring Javi’s hands on her. She loves the way he flirts with red zones while staying firmly in the yellow spots on her body. It makes her feel sexy, restoring the confidence that Connor literally drowned in the pool this afternoon.
It’s not until Javi is pulled into a work emergency off the clock that Lucie saunters back towards her group. She is exhausted and parched from dancing, but feels free and gorgeous. Not even Connor’s glower can take that away from her. His thick brows squiggle over his blue eyes, waves crashing in them like the inky ocean hitting the beach to her right. Lucie smiles at him easily, a little wickedness seeping into her cheeks like her dimples. 
“Having fun?” Connor asks, licking his top teeth after a long pull from his Modelo. 
“Tons of it.” She answers breezily, then leans down to grab her watered down margarita. She takes a sip from the lime green straw, then tosses it back down on the table when its completely drained. “I think I’ll go have another round of that.” She flirts at him, running her fingers through her brown hair that has curled up nicely in the humidity.
Before Lucie can even take a step, her fingers are collected in Connor’s and he pulls her back into his chest.
“Stay here, Princess. I’m not running across the beach to save you again.”
“Aww, but last time it was so Baywatch.” She pulls away from him, stepping to leave the group again. “I’m fine, cowboy. Stay here and keep moping if that's how you want to spend your night.” Lucie can feel more than hear his growl as he wraps his arm around her stomach, pulling her firmer to his chest. She resists letting her shoulder droop into his body, but notices he is rock hard. He shifts her so his bulge settles perfectly between her rounded cheeks that taunted him earlier at the pool.
“Lucie. You take one more step and I’m going to throw you over my shoulder.”
“Yeah, then what?” She snaps. “You gonna throw me into the ocean over there to drown me out of your mind, Woody?” He says nothing, but his chest swells and deflates rapidly into Lucie’s back. She rolls her eyes, then bucks her hips back so he lets her go completely. She turns around, setting her hard glare on him. “Quit with the games. Make it worth my time or leave me alone.” He continues to watch her, blue gaze steely yet wild. His untamed curls blow in the beach breeze, shirt flapping open more to expose his tanned and toned chest. He is freakishly still. Lucie scoffs, waving at him over her shoulder to go back to Javi. 
Suddenly, her knees are taken out from under her. She squeaks, then is flipped to her stomach over his shoulder, looking down at Connor’s ass and the worn boardwalk. Connor’s flip flops slap against the bottoms of his feet with each step. Lucie struggles in his grasp. He tightens his grip on her thighs then calls back to her.
“Don’t make me tie you up to keep you still.” 
“Everyone is watching you haul me away!” Lucie shrieks, looking at the group of hockey players laughing. Lio, drunk and high, lifts his hand and wave. Lucie lifts her middle finger back at him.
“Get your teammate!” She yells at Lio. He yells something back that Lucie can’t hear. “Connor, put me down.” She directs back to the man under her thighs.
“No. I was clear with you. You took one more step.”
Lucie hangs quietly over his shoulder for the duration of the walk to the elevator. It’s a waste of her breath to continue complaining, no one is going to save her. Once they get to the bank of elevators, Connor puts her feet back on the ground.
“I can run faster than you. Don’t even try.” He warns. Lucie rolls her eyes. What does he have to be mad about?
The walk down to her room is equally quiet as he waits for her to fish her card out of her back pocket. She doesn’t, standing there with a glare on her face and arms crossed across her chest.
“Open the damn door, Lucie.” He hisses at her. She scoffs, stepping back. He reaches for her, then glides his hand down her back to her ass, puling out the white card and swiping it quickly. He shoves her through the door. 
“You have some damn nerv-”
The rest of the word is cut off by Connor’s frantic kiss. He grips her body, twirling them both so he slams her up against the closed door. Nothing about it is gentle or nice. It’s angry and punishing just like his thigh grinding between her legs. Lucie moans, getting turned on by the hard press of him to the apex of her thighs. 
“Fuck.” He growls, letting his hands roam her body. He grips her breasts tightly, then dives back in to kiss her hard. Her head bounces on the door as he makes out with her, stretching her mouth open to accommodate his hurried pace. 
“You have some damn nerve dancing with that guy all night.” He finally says to her, pulling back to look into her face.
“Why do you care? There were a hundred women on that beach you could have instead.”
“Why are you acting like I actually would want anyone here who isn’t you?” He laughs like something about this is funny.
“Because your signals are all over the place, Connor! One minute you’re moaning in my ear and the next you’re throwing me across the fucking pool.”
Connor crowds her up against the door, pinning her there easily with one thigh. His hands dash through her hair as he leans down.
“I should make it clear to you huh? Take your right here against the door.” 
“See like that. Why are you all over the place?”
“Because this is a bad idea, Luc. So fucking bad.” He whispers on her mouth, swiping his lips across hers with each word. Lucie opens her eyes, taking in his long lashes kissing together as he tries to hold back from taking her. Goosebumps pimple along her limbs as she tangles her fingers in his curls. “Because once I have you, I’m not going to want to stop. Ever.”
“Please?” She asks. “I’ll be worth it. I promise.”
All his resolve breaks. 
“You ask so sweetly.” He moans. “Innocent. Like you don’t know what you do to me. But you do, don’t you?” He kisses down her jaw, leading to her throat. “Know how much I want you. You know I can’t breathe when you walk into the room. Too distracted with how beautiful you are.” His words muffle into her skin but Lucie hears them clearly. She's drunker on them than tequila could ever make her.
“I want you to have me.” She whispers into his ear, then sucks his ear lobe into her mouth. His forehead drops to her shoulder briefly. 
“I wanna taste you.” He says. Lucie’s eyes widen in alarm and he picks up on it. “Those Swiss boys don’t eat pussy do they?” He kisses her lips. She blushes, then drops his gaze. He chuckles, taking her chin in two fingers. “You gonna get shy on me now?”
“You don’t have to.” She says quietly. Connor laughs, genuinely, shaking her breasts against his chest as he starts to kiss down her neck. 
“I’m gonna change your whole world, baby.” 
It feels like an out of body experience to Lucie as she watches him kiss down her body. He gets to her shorts, tugging them down to expose her yellow, lace panties. He peels those off more delicately, kissing everywhere he uncovers. Her eyes flutter shut as he kisses at the crest of her pussy lips, letting his tongue tease the slit for a moment before he pulls her underwear all the way off. Once they collect around her feet, his blue eyes go to her glistening core. 
Between them, Lucie’s breasts shudder as she gulps in air. With his eyes on hers, he leans forward. His tongue falls out of his mouth then strikes up her already soaked slit. Lucie’s head finds the door, smacking against it as her eyes screw shut. 
“Um.” She starts to speak, then loses her train of thought. “Oh.” She hears herself moan. 
He pulls away, then bring his hands up to her core, crudely pulling her puffy lips apart with his thumb and pointer finger. He looks drunk when their gazes meet, then he holds hers as he goes in for his next taste. Lucie’s eyes squeeze shut as his lips engulf her clit, giving her pulsating sucks and then a long lick of his tongue. 
“Fuck.” She growls then inhales, moaning out her exhale as he presses his mouth in more. 
No, Lucie Hischier has never had her pussy eaten before, but she can’t imagine the boys before Connor could have done it like this. He knows his way around the female anatomy. Maybe that should bother Lucie, but right now, all she can care about is getting her fingers into his curls to hold him in place. 
“Talk to me, Luc.” He says. Nothing about it is a beg. It’s a demand. Like if she doesn’t comply, this whole illusion of a dream will rupture. 
“Feels… mmm, amazing.” She sighs.
His lips collect her clit again, almost nipping it into his mouth. Her knees shake, threatening collapse as her hand falls from his hair to his shoulder. Connor leans forward, collecting her calf over his shoulder, then putting a steadying hand on her other thigh to hold her upright.
“Ah, oh, oh, oh oh, ohhhhh.” Lucie squirms against his mouth as he eats her like a dripping summer popsicle in the thick of summer. “Ohmygod.” She chokes out. Her core clenches uncomfortably tight. Her hand dashes into her own hair as her head ricochets off the door again.
“That’s it, Luc. Tell me how good it feels.” He snakes his tongue back to her entrance, lazily fucking her with his tongue before going back to her clit to finish her off. 
“So fucking good, Connor. Please, Please. Please. Please. Don’t-“ Lucie can only pant the rest of the way up to her high. Her bottom jaw unhinges as she whispers out a final moan of Connor’s name then collapses over the edge. Her thighs go ridged. The leg over this shoulder clamps around his neck to hold him to her pussy as she grinds into his face while she finishes.
“Fuck, baby.” Connor moans, coming out of her folds for air. His tongue snakes out, doing one last slurp up her slit. She shakes in response and Connor grips her hips to keep her upright. He untangles himself from her legs, then kisses his way back up her body to her mouth. “You wanna taste what I do to you?” He asks her. Lucie's response is to latch her lips to his. He tastes sweet and tangy, like her and the beer he had earlier.
“My turn.” She demands, biting at his bottom lip, then sinking her knees into the soft carpeting at their feet. Connor hesitates, almost looking like he is going to say no, but then she cups his hard cock over his shorts and he grunts like that alone might make him come. 
Hurriedly, Lucie undoes his shorts. Maybe another night she would tease him, but not when he is constantly on either side of the line, tip toeing over just to throw himself back to the safe side. No, tonight, she wants a taste. 
Pushing down the waistband of his bottoms, Lucie watches with excited, dewy eyes as he springs free. His firm length slaps against his abdomen, leaving a bead of pre-cum there. Her eyes fixate on it, then she moves her tongue to collect the white circle. Connor’s hand goes into her hair, gathering it all in his fist. Lucie kisses around the right side of his shaft, teasing him by ghosting her lips over the ridge of his head. She continues down the left side, then goes right for the kill, sucking a testicle into her mouth. Connor rocks back on his heels for a minute before he coughs.
“Aw fuck. You know how to suck cock don’t you, Princess?”
Lucie doesn’t respond with words. Instead she kisses back up his shaft to collect only his head into her mouth. She sucks, watching him squirm at the sensitivity, then she breaks eye contact to take him fully down in one drop of her head. Connor’s hand on her hair squeezes so tight it hurts. It fuels Lucie further, bobbing her wide, wet mouth up and down. The room fills with his cock meeting her stretched mouth. Drool drops down Connor’s shaft, collecting on Lucie’s hand as it strokes up, forcing the velvet skin to meet her mouth with each thrust. 
“Oh.” Connor groans. Then moans her name loudly, so loud that anyone walking by in the hallway would surely hear it. Heat flutters in her core, igniting again at how expressive he is. With each pump of her hand and mouth, Connor praises her. He begs her to keep going. He compliments her mouth and hand. He brings the hand not in her hair to her throat, feeling her deep thrust him down. 
“Do that again and I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” He growls through mashed teeth.
So Lucie does, then guzzles down the white ropes that shoot in a desperate release from him.
“Holy…”
Connor frees her from his hands, dashing them through his wild curls as he looks down at her. Lucie comes off his cock, settling her thighs back on her bare heels. He watches her through half-mast lids, observing as she licks her lips then wipes her chin with the back of her hand. He blinks, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling as his mouth drops open in awe. Then he reaches down, pulling her back onto her feet in one swoop. Lucie peers at him with shy eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious at the way he is looking at her. 
“I’m never gonna be able to forget how good you are at that.” He admits. Lucie smiles, cheeks turning slightly red at the compliment.
“You want to?”
“No. It’s just gonna make it hard to do things like have you over at our place for dinner, or play hockey, or sleep.” Lucie chuckles, dropping her forehead to his chest. He takes the opportunity to wrap her in his arms. She runs her hands up his big back, breathing in the scent of him as she does. Connor’s mouth comes to rest on her hair. 
Lucie tries to fight the yawn tugging at her mouth, but she can’t. It comes out unwelcome, like the buzzkill it is. Connor squeezes her tighter, then releases. He reaches between them, tucking his softened form back into his shorts. Lucie steps back, swallowing, before looking up at him with curious brown eyes. 
“I don’t wanna go.” He answers honestly. “But I should.” 
“Don’t.” Lucie whispers, being brave and asking for what she wants.
“Okay.” He nods, giving in instantly. “How do you sleep?” He gestures to her body.
“With pajamas.” She chuckles, then walks across the room to grab them. Connor follows her, taking them from her hands. Together, they work her night clothes off. Connor’s eyes linger and his hands wander to her breasts and ass, giving generous squeezes and strokes to them. Lucie’s skin is on fire as he kisses her on the mouth, thumbing her nipples after getting her fully ready for bed.
It isn’t long before they fall into bed together, feet to each other’s heads, having a quick midnight snack of each other’s sex again. The spoken desire of Connor to not go all the way in Mexico is held like a promise between the two of them. 
After another orgasm for them both, Connor pulls on his boxer briefs and replaces Lucie’s pajama bottoms. Then he collects her to his chest, fastening his nose into her hair. 
As Lucie falls asleep on his body, she silently prays that the cycle has been broken. That the game is officially over and they both came out winners. She hopes when they go home tomorrow, time moves forward with more moments like this with him.
If it doesn’t, this game might finally end with Lucie firmly in the loser’s column. 
- - -
Lucie’s eyes burn as she waits at baggage claim with Lio and Connor after their flight landed late in NYC. Lio is hungover, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Connor stands still, feet spread wide apart, saying nothing. Lucie glances at him. The last good look she got of him was his retreating back leaving her room this morning.
On the flight home, Lio sat in Lucie’s row. Connor sat behind them and seemingly slept the whole flight. Truthfully it was hard for Lucie to see him, which is why she drinks him in now before they go to their separate neighborhoods. He looks so good again today- comfortable and cozy. Lucie knows now how homey and safe that chest feels after waking up on it this morning. She wants to curl into it tonight instead of her cold, lonely dorm bed. 
“That yours?” Lio asks of the pink suitcase twirling around the metal slats. Before Lucie can answer, Connor steps forward and grabs it for her. His bag is right after hers. Then Lio’s comes through a couple more twirls later. They all silently head towards ground transportation to find a few cabs. 
When they get to the curb, Lio hails one down for her immediately. He pops the back door open for her as Connor wheels hers and his bags behind the trunk. Lucie looks at him over the trunk of the car. There is a slight smirk on his face and a sparkle in his eye that wasn’t there before. He puts her suitcase in first then his next to it. 
“Bye, Lee.” Lucie says, distractedly. She gives him a hug. “I’ll see you… when I do.” She shrugs, knowing now that the Allstar break is done, the difficult stretch of the season will begin. 
“Yeah, I’ll text ya. Hopefully you can come to one of the games this weekend. Back to back Friday and Saturday.”
“I can Saturday for sure.”
“Cool, I’ll send tickets. You want two?”
“Yeah, I might bring a friend.” She confirms. 
“Sounds good.” Lio steps aside, then glances over at Connor. “What are you doing?” 
“I’m going to ride into the city with Lucie. I’m seeing a friend.” 
“I shouldn’t expect you home?” Lio smirks.
“Ah, I don’t know. I’ll let you know. But first, I’ll get Lucie back safely.” 
“Sounds good. See you.” Lio murmurs, then rolls his bag down to the next cab. Lucie slowly slides into the backseat of the cab with Connor going in the other side.
The first few turns out of the airport are silent. Lucie’s mouth suddenly feels dry. All the teasing and pleasure they had in Mexico was wonderful, but never going the whole way with him has left her with a greedy ache between her thighs. The thought of him finally soothing that ache tonight has spikes of pleasure shooting through her body. 
“Am I the friend?” Lucie wonders as the cab merges onto the road outside the airport. Connor reaches over, grabbing her hand off the seat next to her thigh. He laces their fingers together, kissing along her knuckles. She melts into his touch, reaching for his thigh with her other hand. 
“Yes. I need you. More than I’ve had you. I can’t wait anymore. We are back home and I want you as soon as possible.” 
“My roommate…”
“Plenty of time for her to leave if you text her now. Or I can tell her to get lost when we get there.” Lucie giggles at his directness.
Rather than argue, Lucie texts Daniella that she needs the room. She receives an immediate thumbs up then the bubbles continue to pulse on her screen.
Please tell me you’re finally getting Connor in your bed. I’ll be at Dre’s for the night.
Lucie’s eyes widen and she clicks her phone screen to dark, hoping Connor didn’t see that. 
“We good?”
“Yeah.”
Connor gives her an assuring smile, then sets their laced hands on his left thigh. The rest of the drive is quiet. Connor plays with her fingers. Lucie leans her head on the back of the seat, closing her eyes and feeling the bumps and shake of the car as reassurance that this is real. Every so often, she opens her eyes to see Connor looking at her in the dark cab. As they crawl the last few blocks, he rubs her cheek with his thumb. He leans across the back seat kissing her longingly.
When they get to her place, Connor pays the fair and tip, then grabs their suitcases out of the car. He follows Lucie’s lead to her dorm. His nose comes to the back of her neck as she puts the key into her door. His lips plump in a kiss that has her hands shaking while she flips the lock. She leans back into his body, feeling the bulge of him pushing into her butt. His free hand wraps around her, pressing into her stomach to keep her close as they walk step to step into her room. The door shuts behind them. Lucie swallows hard, wheeling her bag over towards the closet. She kicks her shoes off, then turns to look at Connor. 
“Gonna tell you right now that this won’t be enough.” He murmurs. “I’m going to need you time and time again. I’m already insatiable when it comes to you, Lucie Hischier.”
His long strides carry him quickly across the room to her. He holds her cheeks in his hands, stroking along the bones below her eyes. His blue eyes swim with desire as he looks down into her face. She watches as his lips fall towards hers. She collects them on hers, inhaling heavily at how good it feels. Her arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders. His come to her lower back, respectfully pulling her in as close as he can. 
“Do you.. have a condom?” She asks.
“Yeah, that’s why I had to bring my bag with.”
“Did you bring those to Mexico for me?”
“Yeah.” He admits. “But I am serious. I didn’t want it to be like that. In a resort… like it was some vacation fling.” He shakes his head. “This has never been a game to me. I’m sorry if ever made it seem like I didn’t want you. You’re all I want, Lucie.” 
“You said it wasn’t good enough for what we are going to be. So tell me, what are we going to be?” She whispers, running her hands down his shoulders to grip his biceps.
“Everything.” He says confidently. “It’s the only thing worth risking this for.” Lucie smiles, then nods before Connor kisses her again. 
He steps forward, gently guiding her hips back towards her bed. Lucie grips his upper body tightly as he carefully lays her on the comforter. Their lips suck each other up like it’s been days apart when it’s been mere hours since they touched last. They’re addicts for each other. Lucie understands what Connor means when he says insatiable. She feels it too. Everything about his touch and presence lights her soul on fire. 
Connor pulls away, reaching for the hem of her NYU sweatshirt. He lifts it up over her head, exposing her bralette below. He smiles at her perky nipples teasing him like they did days ago through her wet t-shirt. He cups under her right breast then brings his mouth down to it while maintaining eye contact with her. Lucie bites her bottom lip, savoring the sparks of pleasure that shoot down to her clit from his hearty suck. He pulls the bralette to the side completely, then continues his play.
He moves on to the other nipple, painting it with his saliva before releasing it with a loud pop. Between her legs, Lucie pulses painfully. Her walls collapse inwards, convulsing angrily around nothing. Connor pulls his sweatshirt and t-shirt off, then walks over to his suitcase. He unzips the front pocket, pulling out an unopened box of condoms. Lucie watches as he brings the whole thing over, setting it on the nightstand. Then he gathers Lucie in for another kiss. 
“Connor?” Lucie mumbles against him.
“Hmm.”
“We have waited long enough to have each other this way.” She points out. “Suit up.” He grins, chuckling too as he reaches for her sweatpants. He pulls them off in one swoop, taking her panties as well. He makes quick work of his remaining clothes too. After, he spreads her legs wide so his eyes can feast on her slick, puffy folds. He strokes his cock in his hand, sighing when Lucie drags her fingers over her slick flesh to tease him. 
“You are so damn sexy.” He drawls, then reaches for the box of condoms. He opens them quickly, fumbling with getting only one foil wrapper out. They all explode out of the box at once, creating condom confetti. One lands on Lucie’s stomach.
“This one has been chosen.” She picks it up, handing it to him.
Connor smiles, ripping the gold open with his teeth. He spits out the top, then rolls the latex down his thick shaft. He maneuvers Lucie back on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. He tests her hole carefully with one finger, then two. Lucie clamps around them instantly, making Connor close his eyes in pleasure. When he opens them, his pupils are blown so wide they shine black. 
He leans down, kissing her again while edging the head of his cock through her folds. He collects her wetness, teasing them both until he perches right at her entrance and pushes in. The first stitch of pain makes Lucie clam up. She resists digging her nails into his shoulders. 
“ S’okay.” He reminds her quietly. He brings his thumb down to her clit, rolling it delicately. Then he pushes in a little further, keeping a stroking pattern going on her sensitive bud. 
“Ohm-mygod.” Lucie stutters as he fills her fully. His attention on her clit has wetness forcing from her like a wave. Her pussy clamps around him, sending her eyes to her brain for a moment. “Fuck that feels full.”
“You’re so tight.” He agrees. “Gonna give you a second.”
He leans down, sucking up her left nipple, rolling it tight between his lips. Connor’s lips never stray from hers long. They may wander down and curve over here or there, but they crave hers too intently to be gone long. 
“You’re so beautiful.” He mumbles into their kiss. “Can’t believe the prettiest girl on the beach is here with me.” Lucie smiles, giggling happily as she accepts the complement. His sweet touches and words have the stitches of discomfort dissipating to nothing. She hooks her ankles together on his ass, giving him a limit for how much she wants him to pull out. “You like it deep, baby?” Lucie nods. “Mmm, I’ll give you what you need. I’ll learn you fast, Luc. Promise.” He mumbles into her mouth. He gives her another peck, then pulls up and away to adjust the angle. Lucie quivers as he begins to press deeper into her. 
“Oh.” She moans, stretching out so her back can curve slightly. Connor grips her breast, looking down at her with hazy eyes. He lick his lips, beginning to pant as his speed goes harder. The clunky wood bed frame rattles against the wall, but neither of them can find the grip on reality to care. All that exists is the places their bodies are conjoining together. 
“Damn, you feel so good. So worth the wait for this.” Connor groans. “So perfect, Luc.” 
Lucie begins to pant. Her vision blurs as she breathes hard and fast, feeling the building of her orgasm deep in her core. It twists and pulls and grows ravenous for release with each stroke of his big cock inside of her. She is dripping down her swollen lips and his tight shaft. It collects on his balls where he can feel it without obstruction, making him chase for more.
“Fuck.” He growls down at her as they both feel that first pull of her orgasm. “That’s it, pretty girl. Come for me. Please.” He begs her. Lucie’s never had a partner who’s begged for her to come. His hands grip her hips greedily, pressing into her hip bones as he keeps the perfect tempo and angle for her. Lucie’s head flies back, eyes closed, back arching up off the bed. Connor catches her body, holding her there as she quakes against his sticky skin.
“Holy fucking- fuuuuuuck.” Connor drawls out into her neck. Her muscles contract around the latex again, savoring the feeling of his fullness in her tight hole. 
“Ohmygod.” Lucie chokes out, her fingers dash through his hair as he collapses forward, spent from the ribbons of cum he left in the latex. 
“God damn.” He groans, doing micro pumps into her to prolong both of their orgasms. He stops when he’s too sensitive to continue. 
Lucie collects him on her chest like a prized possession. Her arms tighten around him, lips dropping on his cheek where his head is buried in the pillow beside her. He turns his head, chasing her lips on his as if he hasn’t had enough of her yet. His hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking over the pink he put on her skin. His nose runs down her mouth and chin, letting his forehead hit her mouth instead. Lucie can’t help but smile. She’s never felt this complete and connected after sex before. 
“Is your roommate coming back?” Connor eventually wonders, pulling slowly out of her. 
“No, she went to her boyfriend’s.”
“So we have the room to ourselves?”
“Yeah.” She smiles. “But we should put clothes on. Just incase.”
“Okay.” He kisses her forehead, then helps her get up.
They both change back into their clothes, then Connor holds the covers up for Lucie to slide into. Her dorm bed is entirely two small for two people let alone one who is a professional athlete.  But it keeps them close so neither of them mind. Connor encourages Lucie to turn over to be little spoon. She tucks her butt into his lap, then curls her knees up, wiggling back into him. He holds her hips steady, giving them a squeeze as a warning.
“Didn’t realize you were a one and done kinda guy…” She trails off. He moves his arm down so his hand can cup her right breast. He pinches her nipple, making Lucie squeeze her thighs together. 
“Only on days I have long flights.” He mumbles, kissing the back of her neck. “Remember that for road trips.”
Lucie’s heart skips a beat, thinking about him coming home to her after being on the road. She wants that. Badly. 
But for now, she will settle for this- his warmth heating up her back, limbs tangled with hers and soft breathing synchronized with the same pulls of air as her. 
Lucie closes her eyes quickly. She feels so safe and comforted in Connor’s warm embrace. 
She couldn’t fight it much longer if she tried.
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sanaxo-o · 1 year ago
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Without you (Choi Chanhee)
Warnings: idol!chanhee x reader, established relationship, reader is insecure about herself, comforting, fluff, Chanhee is very caring and understanding >.< , not at all proofread 😭😞
Word count:885
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Laying in your bed you stared up at the ceiling mindlessly, no thoughts in your mind as you did not even try to move your now tired body.
Grabbing your phone from your bedside table you stared at the wallpaper on the Home Screen missing your boyfriend, it was a given when you decided to be in a relationship with a idol.
He had a busy schedule day to day and with the promotions ongoing on he seemed to be rather more drained than before. You did not want to feel like a burden to him, you knew you were not but you could not help but get that uneasy feeling in you from time to time.
As if you were a huge burden and a responsibility to him, you always thought you were annoying and despite the attitude you would give him when you were in a bad mood he would do nothing but be the sweetest person you could ever have. Never did he ever get mad at you for being rude or annoying rather, he would just say that you’re adorable.
Looking at the door in question your ears perked up in curiosity when you heard the front door opening. Guessing it was your boyfriend, Chanhee you got up from your lying position and stood up only to sit back down when you felt everything around you move around.
Trying to stabilise yourself you looked up slowly when you felt the door opening to your shared bedroom and to be met with Chanhee’s happy face which was now filled with concern and worry.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?” Chanhee asked the moment he saw you sitting on the bed with discomfort.
“No, I am fine was just feeling a bit tired I guess,” you say with a smile on your face as you stared up at him
“Did you not have your lunch again?” Chanhee asked as if it was a normal question, as if he used that in a everyday conversation. Which he does when it come to you.
“I did eat..” you say softly as you look away from him in middle of the sentence.
“Like what? A bar of chocolate?” He asked in slight annoyance but more worry in his voice. Walking towards you Chanhee sat himself down on the bed beside you as he held your hands in his bigger ones.
“No…,” you whisper softly before you looked at Chanhee briefly “I had an apple…” you say with a nervous grin on your face.
“What?” Chanhee says with a frown upon his face “That’s…that’s it?” He asks rather softly, he did not sound mad like you thought he would be.
“I was not hungry, that’s all” you answer him with your eyes trailed towards the door with a blank stare
“Come with me..” Chanhee said softly before he gripped your hand and made you stand up
Entering the kitchen he made you sit on the kitchen counter before he stood in between your legs and gripped your waist softly while staring into your brown irises with his own gentle ones.
“What do you feel like eating?” He asks softly with a gentle smile on his face. His cheekbones rising up.
“I don’t know..” you say with a small pout on your lips
“Hmm well then let’s see..” he said before he walked towards the cabinets and opened a few of them. “We have noodles..and,” he went towards the fridge before he got out a packet of dumplings “and some spicy chicken dumplings! How do you think about this sweetheart?” Chanhee asks as he looks at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes
“Sounds good. Do you want me to cook? You must be tired..” you ask him softly as he moved forward to get off the counter only to be stopped by Chanhee.
“I will make it. Relax, I want to do this for my beloved..” he said before giving your forehead a kiss. Walking away he started boiling the noodles as he began cooking the dumplings in the steamer.
“Now that the noodles and dumplings are cooking lemme just..” Chanhee trailed off as he walked towards you before slapping the back of your head with his hand softly “Who says it’s a good idea to skip your meals huh?” He says in annoyance and concern “I told you numerous times, never skip your meals no matter how busy you’re or whatever the reason it is. I need you to be healthy sweetheart..” he trails off before softly grabbing your chin in both of his hands “Do you know how worried I got when I saw you sitting in the bedroom like that?” He tells you before a tear falls down from his eyes on your lap.
“I am sorry. I was just…am I a burden?” You ask him quietly
“You? No never. Why would you think like that? Y/N I love taking care of you. If something happens to you I don’t know what I would do..” Chanhee says before gently pulling you in a soft and passionate kiss. Pulling away he chuckled softly “Let’s go the noodles are staring to boil.” He says with a smile as he carassed your head and moved away from you to make the noodles.
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Tagging: @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @kimsohn @mosviqu @o-onikix @zhouyingyue (special tag for @astrae4 because you be the only Chanhee Stan ik-)
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bloodfin · 1 year ago
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planning out this menu for next week so of course thinking about the ghouls and their kitchen/food habits
dew loves sweet, crunchy treats. kettle corn, frozen chocolates, chocolate covered nuts. anything sweet that will leave a trail of crumbs will do. what he hates, however, is dishes, so he'll do anything possible to avoid making more, including using a paper towel as a makeshift plate (this of course leads to more mess, and mountain has nearly banned him from the space on several occasions)
rain loves spicy foods. ordering thai? he's requesting level 5 spicy, with extra chili paste on the side. loves to chase spice-intolerant dew around offering kisses after. he has too many teeth, so he won't touch stringy foods like celery. in the kitchen, he will clean as he goes, but never remembers where to put the spatulas or whisks so good luck figuring out which drawer he plopped them in
mountain also has a sweet tooth, but more for cakes and cookies. his baking is rivaled only by sunshine, and they'll tackle the most difficult recipes together to make actual magic. also makes the best ✨️special✨️ treats with his home-grown stash. extremely clean and organized; everyone knows better than to bother him in the kitchen, choosing to sit and observe at the island instead. if they're extra good, he'll slide them a sample
swiss loves savory and crunchy snacks. chips, pretzels, extra toasty cheeze-its. mountain made him savory trail mix once and now he asks for a pound of it every yule. will keep the kitchen pretty tidy, but has an unfortunate habit of forgetting to close the cabinets he opens and has bonked himself on more than one occasion. also known to make anything into leftover sandwiches that have no right to be as tasty as they are
aether is a grill dad. grilling is peaceful for him, plus it keeps his hands warm. loves a good classic burger, or a grilled chicken salad, definitely a savory guy. there could be a foot of snow outside, and aeth will be lighting the grill up for dinner without complaint. he's still learning to use the smoker, ever the perfectionist, but no one is complaining about eating the "messed up" brisket that doesn't quite fall apart when you poke it
aurora is the soup queen. loves eating soup, making soup; all soup, all the time. the den has a lot of mouths to feed so mountain made her a special step stool to help her see more easily into the massive kitchen stock pot while she cooks. her favorite to eat (but least favorite to make) is cauliflower soup, it's creamy and delicious, but every time she uses an immersion blender the ceiling gets as much soup as she does
sunshine also loves baking. her favorite is a classic raspberry french macaron and she has perfected the technique - it's impressive. phantom loves to watch her cook in particular, she's so clean and precise, they hope one day to hold a measuring cup like she does. sunshine is a bit more patient in the kitchen, showing whoever is watching little tips and tricks. wears the cutest floral apron, almost always covered in flour handprints
cumulus is all about fruits and berries, loves citrus and blackberries the best. mountain painstakingly cares for a little tangerine tree, just for her. her favorite foods to make are comfort foods, and she always makes the macaroni and cheese for big group dinners. everyone begs for it (and rain doesn't even add hot sauce), but she is definitely one of the messier cooks. everyone knows she has been in the kitchen when there are wrappers left about, little twist ties on the counter. the pack doesn't mind terribly, not when her dishes could cure any emotional wound
cirrus is all about cold, sweet snacks. loves ice cream and popsicles, the freezer is well stocked. her favorite is orange pushpops, and she will take exactly zero questions about it. works with great efficiency in the kitchen, and will often be the one planning dinner party menus with mountain. that, and which special snack he should make next. her specific cooking talent is bread, in particular sourdough. she made a cinnamon bread once that made dew cream his pants, he still hasn't lived it down
phantom burned water once, never tried cooking again. loves to wear a thrifted shrek shirt, "in the morning, im making waffles." they aren't, they barely use the toaster, but they'll make puppy eyes at mountain until he sighs and starts getting the batter ready. will eat anything anyone feeds them, but has an extra soft spot for those cloyingly sweet white puffy sugar cookies with bright colored frosting and sprinkles. the first time they had one was halloween, and they insisted on saving all the bat sprinkles
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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year ago
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My sincerest apologies for the double request. Could I have headcanon of how Hades, Poseidon, Thor, Qin Shi Huang and Tesla would care for their S/O who is sick with the flu?
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He is nervous but tries to hide it.
Being the God of Death, he knows that any illness can potentially lead to his door.
All efforts are made for you to rest, relax, and recover.
Hades doesn’t allow you to leave the bed for anything other than to use the bathroom. It’s maddening.
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Thinks that being sick is a sign of weakness. What self-respecting god, or consort to a god, would get ill?
It is what it is though. And when he realizes that you are not able to will it away, or just keep on as normal, he relents in admitting you are sick.
A very ‘hands off’ caretaker. One who will check on you after several hours to make sure you are still breathing.
His bedside manner is about as cold as his artic sea.
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Unintentionally cold
The common cold is common, yes? That would be why it is in the name. So it’s not a big deal, right?
Thor has never been sick so he has no point of reference for it. Although he has been injured in battle and that was quite unpleasant. But there was more blood and lances that time.
In any case, he makes an effort to try and comfort you, but mostly just leaves you alone to rest. Brings flowers to your room while you sleep & opens the windows to let fresh air in.
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Being a human once, he knows that being sick is no fun. But this will not get us down!
Qin Shi is still very positive, and positive in your recovery.
He tries all manner of Eastern Medicine techniques to cure you. Tai chi & calisthenics to get the blood flowing. Burning sage and other herbs to repel the demon sickness. He wanted to try acupuncture, but you shot him down.
The only thing that did work was a spicy black chicken bone broth. Qin Shi insists that it’s an ancient Chinese remedy, and that the herbs have powerful antioxidants in them to cure even death. Or, if could just be that it’s warm soup.
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Takes a more scientific approach that the Eastern Medicine route. No offense Qin Shi.
Prepare to be poked, prodded, and pulled in order for Tesla to find the right answer. You’re going to be missing a lot of fluids.
Once the germ has been isolated, Tesla will devote every waking hour to decipher it and finding a cure. A super antibiotic, if you will.
Of course by the time he’s come up with a trail run you’re already better. But there is always next time.
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hexbimbo · 10 months ago
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DBD Favorite Food HC:
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Survivors
Dwight Fairfield
Cheese Pizza.
No more no less.
Thinks pepperoni is “too spicy.”
Pizza What! Had 25% lifetime employee discount.
Meg Thomas
Doesn’t particularly care about her diet as much due to her active lifestyle.
Probably needs more calories than the average person because she’s always on the move.
A good hearty veggie burger is enough for Meg.
Claudette Morel
Ham and Cheese Sandwich.
No crust, untoasted, on white bread.
Toasted bread makes her teeth hurt.
Cut into triangles for maximum efficiency.
Jake Park
In the ~lore~ he is shown to have affinity for Korean Barbecue Ribs.
Really enjoys smoked meats and canned veggies
Canned Artichokes. Boom.
Nea Karlson
Energy drinks.
Probably consumed with some rock candy for extra ✨sizzle✨.
Has attempted to down a can and crush it with her forehead (failed)
Laurie Stroade
Apple pie.
Something all American and sweet.
A nice dollop of vanilla ice cream too please!
Ace Visconti
Would probably tell you some fancy name that makes you feel broke.
More likely a home cooked meal by his Mom
Thinks that high rollers shouldn’t be associated with low class dishes of a foreign country.
I’ll go with Alfajores. Especially the ones dipped with a little chocolate.
William “Bill” Overbeck
Tv dinner with a cold beer
Preferably a Salisbury steak one 🔥🔥🔥
Over boiled canned peas with a slice of buttered bread ain’t bad either.
Feng Min
Candy and chips seems too obvious yknow?
~Lore~ also mentions her being an alcoholic but that’s not really a “favorite” is it?
Probably sponsored a limited edition soft drink that she really liked.
David King
Toad in the hole.
“Classic British “cuisine””
Surprisingly not a fan of a good chippy
Too much oil for his diet
Quentin Smith
Yknow those hard candies in strawberry wrapping old people give on Halloween?
Those
Those 💯
Especially ones with little soft center
David Tapp
Chinese food.
Crab Rangoons was always his go too.
Especially slathered in duck sauce. (Sweet and sour)
Kate Denson
Sun flower seeds.
Perfect snack for wildness jam seshs.
Would be trail mix if she didn’t only eat the chocolate.
Adam Francis
Connivence store meals
Have you see the pre-made meal game in Japan?
~Lore~ mentions that he enjoyed spending his weekends at high end restaurants too.
Big fan of Japanese food.
Jeffery “Jeff” Johansen
Pancakes. Maybe with some blueberry if he’s feeling fancy.
Nice slab of butter in between each layer.
Likes the syrup to soak into a the pancakes for a bit.
Beard definitely catches the sticky crumbs.
Jane Romero
Grilled Chicken and Beet Salad.
Sprinkle some walnuts and goat cheese for extra yummy flavor.
Probably enjoyed with a tasty raspberry or apple vinaigrette.
Ashley J. Williams
Edibles.
Relax kid! He’s just joshing ya’!
Cow tails are pretty groovy.
But he wouldn’t say no to a few special brownies.
Nancy Wheeler
She looks boring as hell
Vanilla ice cream with cherry shell.
Not that flavorful but sweet enough it’s a treat.
Steve Harrington
Root beer float.
Mid tbh.
Enjoys the idea of sharing it with someone via two straws at a sleepy diner.
Yui Kimura
Street food.
Takoyaki to be specific.
Her gang spent a lot of time muscling about in the narrow streets of Tokyo. Easy access to cheap and piping hot food.
Likes eating with her hands.
Zarina Kassir
Felt like she wasn’t as appreciative of her “foreign” lunches as she could’ve been as a kid.
Makes an effort to recreate her childhood meals but lacks the “mom touch.”
Always on the move for the next big story, this film maker enjoys celery and carrots.
Cheryl Mason
Dry Cereal.
Just something to pick at through out the day.
Not too sweet either. Something whole grain works for her.
Felix Richter
Heavily salted potato salad.
Boil some proses till tender, throw in some mayo, lemon juice, parsley, dash of sugar, salt ‘n pepper and you, my friend, have got it ON 🔥🔥🔥
The side dish you’re forced to try but end up digging.
Élodie Rakoto
Hachis Parmentier. Served with a cucumber salad.
“Classic French “cuisine.””
About as tasty as you would expect.
Easy to prepare and easy to eat. (Kinda)
Yun- Jin Lee
Fancy foods for the fancy lady.
Western food has a soft spot in her cold, unfeeling heart.
Mushroom risotto and seared scallops.
Jill Valentine
BLT hold the mayo.
Wavy chips make a good side.
Maintains a firm diet.
Leon S. Kennedy
I raise you one: Ham, Cheese, Egg croissant.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in one.
And available at many fast food places.
Had one with a runny egg yoke and - lord.
Mikaela Reid
Lavender Matcha Boba.
Her tastes buds soared.
Too bad it was a limited time promotional item.
Jonah Vasquez
Caesar Salad Wrap with Ranch.
Maybe with a small lil fruit cup.
Overall very healthy 👍.
Yoichi Asakawa
Hamburg with cheese.
I don’t really know a lot about him tbh.
Seems like he has a well balanced diet.
Probably eats it with a cabbage garnish.
Haddie Kaur
Eggs.
Fried eggs served over spiced watermelon rinds are 👌.
Can’t go wrong with an eggs and cheese.
Ada Wong
I can’t really imagine her eating??
My mind says she probably collects antique wine but I can’t really picture her drinking either.
I’ll go with mussoli.
Rebecca Chambers
Macarons!
Expensive? Yes. Shareable? Also yes!
“Oh! Those look just like a smiling hamburger!”
Vittorio Toscano
Cheese and bread.
Maybe- MAYBE a little watered down wine.
Not like a charcuterie board. More Skyrim “going ham on a wheel of cheese and bread”.
Thalita Lyra
Grilled Pineapple.
Dusted with some brown sugar and grilled on an open flame is 🤤.
Likes it tender. Undercooked, firm pineapple makes her sad.
Renato Lyra
Rice. Rice never changes.
Goes well with cheesy stroganoff.
Wash it down with a fizzy drink.
Probably doesn’t eat much else tbh. Classic ‘Tism 😎
Gabriel Soma
Due to his memories being fake it’s hard to tell if he actually likes the food or just THINKS he likes it.
Probably likes hotdogs.
His Mom would always get him some to nom on during baseball game.
Hates pork hotdogs.
Nic Cage
Apparently is irl favorites are KFC and champagne.
Sounds about right.
Seems like a memer and would get a baja blast if his kids suggested it.
Ellen Ripely
Freeze dried ice cream sandwiches.
Or crackers.
Likes the crunch and long shelf life both can provide.
Alan Wake
Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and black coffee.
You ever such a rough morning you gotta process what’s on your plate for 10 minutes?
Likes his eggs salty.
Sable Ward
DIY spooky treats!
“Mummy Dogs” are croissant wrapped hotdogs and “candied eyeballs” are tangulu grapes.
Probably had an edgy phase of “only liking black coffee.”
“How can you even enjoy the natural taste of coffee with all that sugar and milk??”
Killers:
Evan McMillian
Boiled Dinner.
Throw some cabbage, pastrami, and bacon in bag with some seasonings.
(Read: salt and pepper).
Delicious for 1800 palettes.
Phillip Ojomo
Canned beans.
Eating them straight from the can hit different after a long day of crushing cars.
Knows how to open any can with a spoon alone.
Max Thompson Jr
Biscuits and Gravy.
Was usually served the slop version as a kid.
Tries to re-create it a bit more “not bad”.
Sally Smithson
Johnny cakes.
Probably also likes food with not okay names.
Like “Injun Bread” 🫤.
Micheal Myers
Chips and Cola.
Eats more to survive than for comfort.
A lot of victims tend to be teenagers relaxing on Halloween with an assortment of junk food goodies.
Chips in bowl and a half empty cup of cola are very tasty snacks when he’s on the move.
Lisa Sherwood
I’m not sure if it’s ever explicitly said but I head-cannon her as being from New Orleans.
Craw fish is tried and true banger.
Even in her “Hag” form, she enjoys slurping them up raw.
Herman Carter
Black Coffee.
Wakes up early to enjoy some time alone with his mug.
Maybe dips a crostini in.
Anna
Bear.
Anna likes her food in a very particular way, almost OCD with her eating habits.
Refuses to eat until she “earns” the right to eat.
Bear is the perfect challenge.
Bubba Sawyer
Chili.
Add a dollop of cheddar jack cheese on top for a pop of color.
Likes dipping bread into it.
No spoon required.
Freddy Krueger
Apple slices.
A nice juicy apple was refreshing on a hot summers day working in the garden.
Now, the juices sting his skin.
Amanda Young
Fast food.
If you ever worked the morning shift at a fast food place yknow the crack heads be jonesing out in the corner booth.
Post Recovery, I think greasy fast food helps settle her stomach.
Jeffery Hawk
Corn dogs if he’s mad, cotton candy if he’s sad.
Or both if you wanna meet an early grave.
Either way, eats way too much for his body to properly digest and often is constipated.
Rin Yamaoka
Natto.
Sticky fermented beans beloved by Japan.
Kinda icky but it’s a staple there.
Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey
Frank likes hot chocolate.
Julie likes loaded fries.
Susie likes sprinkles.
Joey likes red slushies.
Adris
Mutton and dates.
A holy meal for a holy woman.
Not too sure if the Babylonians had honey ( I think they did) she’d probably slather it on.
Danny Johnson
French fries.
Perfect finger food while typing up the next big story.
Tries dipping it in the blood of his victims to be “edgy.”
Decided against it as it could implement him to the crimes (credit card, receipts, DNA etc).
Demogorgan
Enjoys nibbling on plants.
More of a sensory thing than taste.
They tickle all the right places in its mouth.
Kazan Yamaoka
Pickled Veggies
Great for traveling and very nutritious .
Probably would be a meat dish but I’d imagine he was very disciplined with his diet.
Caleb Quinn
Lambs Fry.
Also likes snacking on bar peanuts.
His favorite part is the eye ball.
Pyramid Head
I don’t think he can eat.
Doesn’t he have a tongue??
Likes flicking it over the inside of his helmet.
Likes the metallic taste of rust.
Talbot Grimes
Haggis.
“Classic Scottish “cuisine””.
Would cry eating it as child.
Also likes hibiscus tea for the anti oxidants ☝️.
Charlotte and Victor Deshayes
Food was hard to come by growing up.
Survived off of scraps.
One time they were lucky to come across very tasty meat.
Their mom said it was “honeyed” whatever that meant.
Ji-woon Hak
Champagne.
Definitely pours it over himself to watch it stream through his abs.
Enjoys dropping a fruit in to dive after.
Nemesis T-Type
Nemesis is technically a meat suit being piloted by a parasite (that’s what his tentacle thing is.)
Kinda feeds off the body it’s piloting.
Like a fungi to a tree (which is bananas, look it up.)
Elliot Spencer
Scabs.
Especially likes the thicker variety that peel clean off.
Bonus points if it’s has that soft, goey white stuff in it.
Carmina Mora
Caldino de congrio.
Hot as fuck.
Eel hits different.
Sadako Yamamura
Rice.
Nothing special.
A plain bowl of rice lightly salted is a good meal in itself.
Maybe a peice of unseasoned fish.
Dredge
Fingernails.
Enjoys chewing on its “hands” and hearing that sweet, sweet crunch.
Sometimes chews on the fingernails of deceased survivors to see if it can taste what they’ve previously eaten.
Albert Wesker
Sultans Delight.
A creamy eggplant mixture topped with some braised lamb.
Doesn’t really take the time to enjoy it.
Give him 7 minutes tops.
Tarhos Kovács
Preserved fish.
The extremely salted filets cook up real quick for a tasty dish.
Was always a treat when he found a barrel of them in his raids.
Adrianna Imai
Guarana.
Enjoys it especially as a mixer.
Her mini fridge is always stocked with some.
HUX-A7-13
“Eating” is an organic thing.
No thanks.
Does have a favorite type of electricity.
Enjoys the smell of carbon.
Xenomorph
Human.
As an apex predators, Aliens enjoy killing everything that catches their eye.
I imagine our Alien in particular developed a taste for human flesh.
Charles Lee Ray
Swedish Meatballs.
Some meatballs are better than others.
But they like, gotta be seasoned super well. Not like a dash of Italian herbs and you call it day.
Unknown
Bone marrow.
Likes to suck them out of chicken bones.
Or human bones.
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