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Adoptive Dad! Enji Todoroki X Fem! Reader (smut)
A/N: nobody asked for this but idc :3 i wrote this as a b-day present for myself!! i luv this old abusive man so bad oh my god!!! nasty old man who tries to be good but fails so miserably :3 old man who is just MEANT to be awful and abusive and gross!! luv it!!! i wanted to do a full on incest fic w him but idk if anybody would be interested >_< just let me know!!
Tags: adoptive-incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (18-50s), p in v, purity, sexual abuse mentions, loss of virginity, allusions to physical abuse, size difference, creampie, gross nasty stuff in general
Wordcount: 1.6k
Once all of his kids had given him a final 'fuck you' and left him on his own, Enji felt the pressure of loneliness crash down on him. Being on top in the hero rankings was worthless to him when he came home to an empty house. Every second he sat alone in his house, he realized that it was simply too big for just one man. It had never been a home, only a house where a fragmented family resided. Only once his kids fled did that realization hit him.Â
He needed to fill the space and quick, and more than that, he needed to start over. He wanted to redeem himself somehow. Whole new family for a whole new man.Â
But dating was hard at his age, and all the decent women were taken. Only fame-chasing whores were interested in him at this point, and he couldn't blame them. What the hell else did he have to offer? No woman would want to be with a tired, emotionally constipated, divorced, middle-aged man. Nor would any want to have kids with one, especially not at his age.Â
Adoption it was. Simple enough. Plenty of kids in the system. Plenty of needy little brats that could benefit from his new-found, new-wave parenting tactics that he read up on in his abundant spare time. 'Don't abuse your kids.' Who would've thought it? Crazy. 'Top ten reasons why your kids won't visit you when you're in the nursing home.' Well, shit.Â
He knew he had to go older. He would be absolutely damned if he would take in a toddler, or worse, a tween. He wasn't ready to raise anyoneâ he needed something already broken in for the most part.Â
17? Yeah, that should be fine. He could do that. Old enough to take care of itself for the most part. Another body in the house was what he needed, not another responsibility. A girl? Yeah. Girls were supposed to be easier, right? Girls are sweet and grateful, always considerate and willing to help out. Girls are gentle and tender.Â
Just his luck. He got the most clingy girl the foster care system had to offer. It was, at most, a bit irritating for the first few days when you were skittish and nervous around him all the time, but he understood. The problems occurred when you started to get comfortable.
He thought he wanted an affectionate little thing, especially considering the radio silence he received from his biological children, but this was just too much. Wherever he was, you needed to be. All day, all night. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, excluding when he was on patrol.Â
Enji knew that adopted kids tended to have abandonment issues, or whatever, but did you have to be such a damn velcro child? It was cute, in a way, the first year or so of your stay with him. He kinda liked it, having some positive attention finally turned his way, but at a certain point it was just too much.Â
Like when you turned 18 and decided that sleeping alone was no longer an option. Of course, he gave in. He tried to argue back, but the threat of tears from you was too much for his now mended heart. He was trying to change, damn it. He couldn't possibly not give you everything you ever asked for.Â
'Oh, what's that? Sleeping in daddy's bed isn't enough? He has to spoon with you until you fall asleep? Honey, do you really thinkâ? No, no, don't cry. Okay, okay, I'll do it.'
Or when spooning wasn't enough, and you needed to be massaged before falling asleep in Enji's arms, taking up his bed like nobody's business.Â
'What's wrong, baby? Daddy's already rubbing your back, what else do you want? Touch you where? Babyâ okay, since you said please.'
Every night, his thick fingers ran tight circles over your clit, strong arms holding you tight while you flailed and wriggled against him. You never seemed to get used to his touch. It was just too good. He split you open with his index and middle, curling into the spot you couldn't quite reach on your own. Every night, like clockwork.Â
But, of course, you, the mouse who was given a cookie, asked for more. Fingers weren't enough. You needed more from daddy. Sleep didn't come easily enough for you after his skilled touches. You whined for him after every exchange, but he just couldn't give you what you wanted.
Daddy would do almost anything for his baby, anything you asked! Hell, if it made you happy, if it helped to ease the guilt he carried from his older four screw ups, why not? If it helped to mend the hole he created in his own heart, he'd pepper you in every kiss and suck and touch you as much as you wanted him to, butâ
he really didn't think he could deflower you.Â
The idea was too much, way too much. Kind of hypocritical of him. Finger banging and slurping on his adoptive daughter was well and good enough, but playing a little game of 'just the tip' was a line he didn't know if he could cross.Â
It was tempting, and every time he turned you down he felt like a real douchebag, but he didn't trust himself with you. You were so small. He was anything but gentle. He had broken enough of his kids in other ways, he didn't exactly want to add to the score.Â
Your cunt was swollen and drooling after your near nightly ritual with Enji. Crawl up into his bed, whine, scratch at him and beg for his sweet touch. You always got what you wanted, except for one thing.
"Why not?" you whined, gripping onto his forearm as he curled his fingers into you from his spot behind you, lazily acting as your big spoon.Â
"This is enough." His teeth were gritted softly, trying to hold himself back. "You cum like this just fine."
You let your mouth hang open, shuddering silently at how he seemed to speed up and abuse your g-spot. "Not enough," you were finally able to make out, legs clenching in an attempt to force him to stop.Â
Enji huffed, ignoring your whiny excuse. He hated when you locked him out like this, trying to keep your cunt from him like some type of half-assed punishment. Moving your legs back open, spread even further now, he continued fingering you with the same brutal, forceful pace.Â
"You're being bratty, baby. I don't appreciate when you act like that," he said simply, looking down at your convulsing body.Â
"You always say that," you said, pushing his arm as you tried to squirm away from him to pout. "You don't wanna 'cause you don't love me. Don't wanna get close t'me."Â
That was his final straw. He had been holding himself back for your sake, but he could not handle the hurt tone in your voice, even if he knew you were faking just to get him to bite.Â
He pulled his fingers out of your hole and pushed them into your mouth, stuffing the digits down your throat. He slipped his girthy cock out of his boxers, jamming the wide tip into your needy warmth.Â
"You know that is not true," Enji said, already fucking into you without regard to how you were almost too tight. He'd fix that. Make you fit like a glove soon enough. "I spoil you enough, and you still want more?"
You moaned, sound coming out muffled from his fingers blocking your words. He pulled them out, strings of saliva coating your cheek as he brought his hand back to your clit.Â
"Jus' wanna be closer to you 'nd feel you."
He scoffed, pushing down on your clit with too much force, bringing you to the edge of climax already.Â
"No, you're a spoiled brat. I give you too much," he said, not meaning a damn word that came from his mouth. "Got used to getting whatever you want, huh? Selfish little pussy taking everything it can get."Â
The pure euphoria you get from him being rough with you for once is unmatched. Daddy gave you what you wanted all the time, and you liked it, but he was too gentle with it. Like he was scared to mess up or make a mistake (again). You needed him to correct you, you'd wanted him to fuck some sense into you for so long.
You clenched the silky sheets on the bed, hands trembling while he pounding into you, hips cramming against yours spastically.Â
God, he was ashamed.Â
Not because he was fucking his daughter, hell, he came this far without problem. He just usually was much better in bed. Your gasps and shaky moans did little to appease him. Any other time, he'd be composed and sophisticated with his strokes, but he was sloppy and needy now.Â
His cock kicked inside of you, twitching when he spilled his seed. He was so caught up in his own embarrassment that he hadn't realized how dangerously close he had gotten.Â
"Daddy, did youâ?"
Your question was interrupted by his hand covering your mouth, unstable thrusts continuing to fill your senses. You couldn't care that he came in you when he made you feel this good.
While your legs shook and your pussy gushed, one thing was made very apparent to both you and Enji:
This was the first time he let himself go and fucked you, but it would definitely not be the last.
#cw incest#tw: incest#enji todoroki x reader#enji todoroki#enji x reader#endeavor x reader#endeavor x you#mha#mha x reader#bnha x reader#x reader#dad x daughter
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"sure thing"
pairing: target!gojo x assassin!fem!reader summary: you've been hired to kill the satoru gojo. how will you pull it off... and what will you do when he figures it out? content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, darkish content (all is well in the end), no established relationship, assassins/organized crime, blackmail, mention of a âsuicide missionâ, attempted murder (uhhhh), hidden identity, intended use of sex as a means to an end, mating press, unprotected sex, p->v, creampie, oral (fem!receiving), praise, pet names (gorgeous/sweetheart/baby), slight aftercare. a/n: me đ€ describing gojo as having dimples welcome to my second 1k followers event fic! At this rate tho iâm going to hit 2k before i finish the 1k event LMAO. not that i'm complaining hehe. thank you for being patient and for all the support on my recent works! i really appreciate every ask, comment, follow, reblog, everything. they mean the world to me. check out the rest of my 1k event here. enjoy and remember that ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! creds: twitter template by @cafekitsune wc: 7.8k
âWho?!âÂ
No fucking way. Thereâs no way he just said what you think he said.Â
âYou heard me,â he scowls. He glares at you from across the desk. His seat is one of those cushy little office chairs, of course. Yours is plasticâ cold and hard.
âAre you fucking insane?â you hiss. Thereâs no other explanation for what heâs asking you to do. Heâs lost his fucking mind.Â
âWe have a client willing to pay big money for this. Big money for just an attempt,â he answers.Â
You laugh, but thereâs absolutely nothing funny about this conversation. âOh, Iâm sure you do. Probably because heâs practically invincible. Iâll never even lay a hand on him.âÂ
Your âbossâ, for lack of a better term, only scowls harder, the wrinkles forming near his eyes etching deeper in his skin. âWell, youâd best find a way to make it work. Youâre taking this job. Thatâs final.â You scoff. Maybe you should recommend he see someone⊠âNo. Thereâs no way. Iâm not doing this.â You stand, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. âGet someone else to go on your suicide mission.â You take a couple strides toward the door before two very large men move to block your path.Â
âNot so fast,â your boss calls. You pause, eyeing up your competition. You could definitely take them if you needed to. You sense only a very faint amount of cursed energy coming from each of themâ not even enough to make you blinkâ but something in your bossâs tone makes you turn back.Â
âYes?â You cross your arms over your chest, fingering a blade hidden in your breast pocket.Â
He fiddles around in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up right there in his office. You donât try to hide the way your nose scrunches up. âYou want to do this job.âÂ
Your eyes narrow. Something tells you youâre not going to like what comes next. âAnd whyâs that?âÂ
He takes a long puff, letting the smoke flowing out of his lungs with a slow exhale. âBecause otherwise that little brother of yours is gonna beâŠâ he pauses to give you a smile that makes your stomach churn. âHmm⊠a lot smaller, shall we say? Maybe in several limb sized pieces?â
You think your heart stops. Time halts as ice runs through your veins. Nobody knows about your brother. At least, they didnât.Â
Your bossâs smile grows even wider. In all your time as an assassin, youâve never wanted to kill someone more. But you know you canât. Just an attempt on his life will end your brotherâs.Â
âDonât worry. Heâs all tucked away and safe at home where you left him.â Just a tiny piece of your heart thaws with relief. âBut try to run with him, or run yourself, and he wonât be safe much longer.â Your pulse pounds so viciously youâre sure everyone can hear. A bead of sweat rolls down your neck. âNow, will you accept the assignment?âÂ
Your jaw clenches. He got you. In all these years of working for him youâve been careful, meticulous about hiding every piece of your personal life to avoid situations just like this. But he still got you. He got you.Â
âYes,â you breathe. You have no choice. You will either kill Satoru Gojo or you will die trying.Â
âGood,â is all he says, and then youâre being escorted out of the office wondering where the hell you went wrong.Â
~
Itâs been three weeks since that fateful meeting with your boss. True to his word, your brother has remained unharmed, but you see his lackeys lurking around every corner. Neither you nor your brother are truly safe and you never will be again unless you can pull this off and then put together some plan to escape your bossâs clutches.Â
Youâll fail. You know you will. The thought eats you up inside with every waking moment.Â
Youâve done your best to learn every possible piece of information about Satoru Gojo in the past two weeks. You know you canât tail him closelyâ heâd pick up on your cursed energy and notice your incessant presence, so youâve had to study from a distance with only minimal moments of proximity. You know where he works, who he works with, what restaurants, bars, and clubs he frequents and what days of the week he tends to visit. You know what his order is at his favorite ramen restaurant, where he lives, what time he wakes up. Hell, you know what fucking brand of dish soap he uses. He lives a surprisingly⊠predictable lifestyle. He makes no attempt to switch up his schedule or cover his tracks. In any other situation heâd be every assassinâs dream, but this is Satoru Gojo and Satoru Gojo doesnât need to worry about assassinsâ assassins need to worry about him.
It took you the first week to come up with a plan. You had no clue how you were going to get close to him, much less kill him, and his infinity technique was going to prove particularly problematic. How were you supposed to kill him when you couldnât even touch him? You had to get him in a situation in which he would willingly let his guard down for you.Â
Youâd been on the subway when it hit you. Sex. Youâd get him to have sex with you. If you could get him to take you home, heâd have to turn infinity off for at least a short time. That would be your time to strike.Â
Youâd spent the next two weeks primping yourself. Youâd bought the most expensive dress youâd ever owned, got a mani-pedi, whitened your teeth, and spent a small fortune on makeup. Considering your circumstances, you thought your plan was quite a good one. You knew when heâd go out to the bar with his friends, which bar heâd go to, how long heâd stay, how heâd get a taxi home. You also knew when youâd arrive, how long youâd stay, and how youâd get a taxi with himâ everything planned perfectly to best catch his attention. But for all your planning, there was still one thing you didnât know. What kind of woman did Satoru Gojo go for? Someone submissive? Teasing? Aggressive? Playful? In all your time tracking him youâd never seen him take somebody home. It struck you as⊠odd. He was Satoru Gojo, renowned for his power, wealth, and good looksâ surely he had women falling at his feet. Maybe he was just a little more⊠selective. If that was the case youâd have to be even quicker on your feet when you finally met him. And that time is now.Â
Youâre in your bathroom, checking your makeup one last time before heading out the door. Your brother sleeps soundly in the room down the hall, safe for the time being. Youâve contacted a friend, one who is at least willing to try to get him out ifâ whenâ you fail. You doubt it will be enough.
You make your way to his room. A quick peek inside reveals heâs snuggled up with a plushie elephant that he carries around like theyâre attached at the hip. You creep inside, a sad smile on your lips. This may very well be the last time you see him. You brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes and press a kiss to the crown of his head. With one last whispered âI love youâ, youâre out the door. If you linger, you wonât be able to goâ and you have to. For him.Â
The streets of Tokyo are cold tonight, like the weather knows what youâre about to attempt, like itâs preparing for death, for failure. For your failure.
The club you arrive at is upscale, and one where youâve already tipped off the bouncer to let you bypass the line. You hear a few groans from the people behind you as you saunter straight inside.Â
Youâre conscious of every little move from the second you step inside. At any moment, he could see you and it could make or break your entire plan.
You press your shoulders back. You have a planâ stick to it.Â
You make your way over to the bar, weaving your way between groups of people who are somewhere between giggling a little too loudly and tripping over their own feet.Â
You find a free space at the bar and lean up onto your elbows, your eyes screening the bartenders. You smile when you see a familiar face.Â
âHey, Dean,â you call.
He turns and the sight of his friendly green eyes sets you a little more at ease.Â
âOh, shit. Hey!â He slings a towel over his shoulder and comes to stand across from you. âYouâre back,â he says. You nod and smile softly. Ever since youâd determined this would be the place youâd been coming periodically, chatting up the bartenders. The last thing you needed was to stand around in a corner alone with seemingly no friends. That wouldnât attract anyone, much less Satoru Gojo.Â
Out of all the bartenders, Dean was your favoriteâ and youâd been oh so happy to learn that his schedule put him on every Friday night.Â
âYeah. Long day at work.âÂ
A smile pulls at his lips, but thereâs a hint of sympathy in his eyes. âThe usual, then?âÂ
You nod solemnly. âThatâd be great. Thanks.âÂ
You watch him prepare the drink for you, feeling a little bad that itâs all a lie. Thereâs no bad day at work, you didnât just happen to come in here one day and strike up a conversation with him. All of this is premeditated, planned, and it feels⊠lonely. It feels lonely to know that on what is probably your last night on earth you are surrounded by people who only think they know you.Â
âSo, anything new happening?â Dean drops your drink in front of you and you have a feeling itâs filled with a little more vodka than heâs supposed to put in there.Â
Your eyes shift around the bar as subtly as you can manage. As much as you want to seem like you fit in, you also need to find Gojo. Itâs a fine balance.Â
You shrug. âYeah, I guess I just feel like a lot of things are going to be changing for me pretty soon.âÂ
His brows pull together and the look he gives you is one of genuine interest and concern. It makes your heart wrench. âHow so?âÂ
You swallow. âDunno. Just⊠everything.â
Thereâs a moment of silence and then the tapping of a finger on your glass. âDamn, girl. Drink up. You need it.âÂ
You canât help but smile. You have a feeling that Dean would have been a good friend of yours in another life.Â
You take his advice, though, and bring your drink to your lips and force a smile. You canât be mopingâ not tonight.Â
The next twenty minutes are spent with Dean. Even when heâs making other drinks heâs still chatting with you, still being a good⊠friend. You dread leaving your little haven at the bar. The time is coming when youâll have to seek out your target.
Youâre shocked when itâs the other way around.Â
âHey, gorgeous.â Thereâs a light brush on your shoulder and you turn. It takes all you have to keep your features schooled and calm. Satoru fucking Gojo just tapped your shoulder.Â
Nothing prepared you for how handsome he is up close. All those days of research, of tracking and tailingâ none of it does the real thing justice. Even with those stupid sunglasses inside⊠heâs fucking beautiful. âIâll pay for all of your drinks tonight if you let me skip this hideous line,â he whines.Â
You give yourself no more than a second to recover. You school your features into a smirk. You glance at Dean with an âis this okay?â look. He just smiles and shrugs.Â
You turn back to Gojo, bracing yourself this time for the beauty youâre about to face. You meet his gaze and know you could get lost in it. âBe my guest.âÂ
His smile nearly blinds you and his dimples nearly make you pass out. Still, you keep your cool.Â
âYesssss!â He looks like a puppy just offered a bone.Â
He spills his drink order to Dean and itâs far more than could possibly be just for him. Heâs here with his friends, then. Probably the blonde man who always looks too tired to be here and the girl with the brown hair who always seems like sheâs just along for the ride.Â
You bite your lip to hide a laugh when he orders himself two strawberry daiquiris. Somehow you still catch his attention.Â
âWhat?â he pouts. You canât help but feel a small stirring of surprise in your gut. Heâs far more⊠relaxed than youâd expected him to be. Heâs almost⊠childish?Â
You press your lips together and shake your head. Youâve reached the point where your research canât take you any further. From this point on, itâs up to you to discover what Satoru Gojo likes in a woman.Â
You debate how to answer. Play coy? Tease him? Stay silent? Any option could be as correct as the next. You didnât know where to start⊠so maybe youâd just start by being yourself.Â
âJust, um⊠not the order I was expecting,â you laugh. Itâs halfway genuine. With the way heâs acting, itâs hard to remember that heâs the most powerful man alive.Â
His pout only intensifies. âWell, whatâs your order?âÂ
His question is answered when Dean sets another cosmopolitan in front of you. You laugh. âNever said I was judging, just that it wasnât what I expected.âÂ
Another smile tugs at his lips and something stirs in your gut that you try your very hardest to ignore. This was a job. There was no room for actually enjoying it. This man was probably going to kill you later, in a matter of hours.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then a slight shift in his demeanor. He leans closer and you see a twitch of his lips. Your heart jumps.Â
âYouâre a sorcerer,â he says.Â
You hold back an exhale of relief. You thought he might be onto you. If he is, heâs choosing not to reveal it yet.Â
You nod and take what you hope is a casual sip of your drink. âAnd youâre Satoru Gojo.âÂ
A brow arches high enough for you to see it over his sunglasses. âYou know who I am?âÂ
You force a chuckle, smirking despite the pounding of your heart. âWho doesnât?âÂ
Youâd decided long ago to tell him that you knew exactly who he was. It would seem more suspicious for a fellow sorcerer to have no idea what the Satoru Gojo looked like.Â
He flashes you a smile full of white and stupidly fucking perfect teeth. âThatâs true, heh.â You press your lips together to avoid a smile. Not too humble, thenâŠÂ
âSo, whatâs your techniqueâÂ
You shoot him a glance that questions his sanity. Asking a sorcerer what their technique is⊠is personal. Itâs not information you give out to a rando at the barâ even if it is Satoru Gojo.
âWouldnât you like to know.â You take another sip of your drink, trying your hardest to remain somewhere on the border or interested and casual.Â
âBet I could find out.âÂ
That makes you turn fully, angling your body toward his. âOh yeah? You challenging me to a fight?â You smirk and shake your head. âIâll pass.âÂ
He pouts again, but you see a hint of a smile peeking through. âAw, come on. Thatâs no funâŠâÂ
You chuckle and take another sip of your drink. Youâre not sure youâre sipping just for appearances anymore. You think you probably just need a little liquid courage to see this thing through. âSorry. I value my life.âÂ
You watch as he slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, just enough for you to get a glimpse of whatâs behind. You nearly choke again and this time you donât manage to hide your nervous swallow when he smirks.Â
âYouâre so sure youâd lose?â His voice is teasing now and you hate that itâs actually having an effect on you. Job, job, job, just a jobâŠÂ
You clear your throat. âI like to think Iâm not stupid enough to think that I could win.âÂ
His eyes are blueâ so fucking blueâ and you feel like heâs seeing straight into your soul. Can he see? Can he see your filthy intentions? Your plotting? The rottenness of what youâre going to do? âWhat if I promise to take it real easy on you?âÂ
Your drink is forgotten now. Youâre lost in what heâs sayingâ in him. âNo thanks.â Your voice is growing lower and you feel like thereâs some magnet forcing you to lean into him, to seek his warmth.Â
âSo you like it rough, then.â The trance is broken and your blood runs hot. Holy shit. This man is flirting with you and you hardly even had to try. He's trying to take you home. Little does he know, youâre a sure thing.Â
You watch as he throws back the rest of his strawberry daiquiri with a pleased âahhhâ at the end. When he turns back to you his eyes have a certain spark in them that makes your thighs press together. âYou wanna dance with me?âÂ
Fuck. This is going too well to be real. But youâre not about to pass up a good deal.Â
âWhat about your friends?â you ask and eye the several untouched drinks still left on the bar. Itâs riskyâ giving him an out, but you canât seem too eager.
He follows your gaze only to bounce his eyes straight back to you. âIâm sure theyâll get a look at ya and understand.âÂ
The smirk heâs giving you is making electricity shoot straight between your legs. Damn. You really wish you didnât have to kill himâ or at least try to.Â
When he extends his hand you only hesitate for a second. Your heart leaps when you feel his skin on yours, knowing heâs let infinity down. He pulls you onto the dancefloor and itâs not long before heâs running his hands all over youâ groping your ass, pinching your thighs, nipping at your neck. Pretty soon the dancefloor evolves to a dark corner of the club with his lips on yours and goddamn heâs a good kisser. Youâve got your fingers in his hair and his hand way too close to your boobs when he whispers those fateful wordsâ âletâs get out of here.â
You can only hide your swallow and nod before heâs pulling you through the crowd, leaving the club behind. He hauls you both into the backseat of a taxi and the doorâs barely closed before heâs all over you again. You think you hear the taxi driver mutter something about âstaining the seatsâ but youâre too far gone to give a shit.Â
Fuck, he feels good. Heâs kisses you like heâs starved and your lips are the fountain of fucking life, like heâs never felt something so good and now he canât get enough. And, god, heâs handsy. Youâre forever grateful to your past self for discreetly hiding your blade in your braâ he would have felt a holster on your thigh at least ten times over by now.Â
He groans when you arrive at what you know is his apartment building, though you donât let on that you recognize the place in the slightest. The look on his face makes you think heâs feeling actual physical pain at the prospect of having to peel away from you for even a second. Nonetheless, he tosses a wad of cash at the taxi driver and pulls you straight inside.
He canât even wait for the elevator to come, groping your waist right there in the lobby and then when the elevator finally does come, shoving you up against the metal wall a licking stripe across your collarbone.Â
You canât deny how nice it feels to be so desperately⊠wanted. Never once has a man made you feel this wayâ so consumed by him, him, him. Once again you curse the universe that youâre here with a mission other than getting laid.Â
You find yourself giggling when he pulls you out of the elevator and presses his palm to a fucking scanner to get into his apartment. You try to pull yourself together, but when he laughs with you, you canât help but melt into him a little more.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, heâs got you up against another wall with your legs wrapped around his waist and his face buried in your neck. His sunglasses are long gone and you pull at his shirt, popping the buttons straight off the fabric until you slide the shirt down his shoulders and onto the floor.
âThat was Versace,â he whines.Â
You plaster your lips to his. âI donât care.â All he does is chuckle.Â
âSo gorgeousâŠâ he breathes and your head slumps back against the wall, giving him better access to the soft skin of your neck. Any minute now. Any minute heâs going to start stripping your clothes off and youâre going to have to let this charade crumble. You donât want to. Heâs practically worshiping you. Itâs perfect, itâs amazing, and you donât want it to end.Â
His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and suddenly youâre moving againâ moving, moving, moving until your back is bouncing against the softness of a mattress and youâre fucking giggling again like a lovesick idiot. Maybe youâd had a few too many sips of those cosmopolitans.Â
Heâs smiling as he crawls over you and the sight makes your heart flutter with both lust and terror. Lust because heâs so fucking beautiful and terror because you know that any moment now youâre going to attempt to end that beauty forever.Â
A lump forms in your throat and you try unsuccessfully to swallow it. You have to do this, have to try. Thereâs no other way, no other option. Not for you.
Your thoughts must not have been as perfectly concealed as youâd thought because he quirks a brow. âSomething goinâ on up here?â His lips slide across your temple in a touch that feels far too tender for a hookup. âDonât worry, baby. Itâll fit.â He snickers at his own joke before burying himself in your neck. His hand slides down your side, pressing you up into him until you can feel every curve and cut of his muscles.Â
You bite your lip. Youâve already slipped enough for him to notice your nervesâ you canât let it happen again. You have to do it soon. Now. As soon as you see an opportunity you have to strike. You have to.Â
You arch up into him, scratching your fingers down his back, trying to seem as invested in the moment as you can. He gets greedier, leaving open-mouthed kiss down your neck, across your collarbone. You nearly freeze up when he kisses low into the valley of your breastsâ as low as your dress allows. Then he moves over your clothes, kissing down your stomach as his hands rub your thighs.Â
Now. Now, while heâs not looking.
You slide a hand into his hair and another up to your chest, trying to play it off like youâre touching yourself. You sneak your fingers into your bra, feeling the cool metal of your blade glide across your thumb. Now.Â
You fist your fingers in his hair, holding his head down as best you can while you arc the blade toward his neck. Just one good hit, pleaseâŠÂ
You think youâre going to strike trueâ youâre so closeâ and then a firm hand wraps around your wrist, stalling your attack just as it was about to land.Â
Fuck.Â
He doesnât look up right away, but you hear him sigh, feel his hot breath fanning over your thighs and stomach. When he finally does look up itâs with the eyes of a teacher whoâs disappointed his student didnât do their homework.Â
âCome on now, baby. I was really hoping youâd forget about all this and we could just have a good night togetherâŠâ Heâs pouting, whining, like a child whoâs been told he canât have dessert before dinner. Your shock stills you long enough that he easily maneuvers the blade from your hand, throwing it with a thwack into the wall to his right. It lands perfectly.Â
This is it. Youâre going to die now. But not without a fight.Â
You spring up from the bed, kicking him a couple times in the process. Youâve missed your only chance. Now, if thereâs even the slightest chance of escape, you have to take it.Â
You bare feet hit the carpet. No time to find your shoes. You dart for the door and hear him groan behind you. For a second you think you might actually make it, but you should know better.Â
He appears in front of you, straight out of fucking thin air, and his pout has transformed into something a little more sinister. âCome on, gorgeous. Letâs talk it out, yeah?âÂ
You take a shaky step back, but you know itâs no use. Heâs got you. Itâs over.Â
You swallow and lift your chinâ you at least want to die with a little dignity. âJust make it quick. Please.âÂ
He sighs again and slides his hands in his fucking pockets, like this is just a stroll down the street. He stalks toward you, forcing you back until youâre pressed up against another wall. This motherfucker really likes walls.Â
His pout shifts to a smirk that borders far too closely on a grin. âOh, no. Iâve always had a thing for taking it slow.âÂ
You nearly snort. He certainly hadnât had a thing for taking it slow just a minute ago. His arms cage you and your world grows infinitely smaller until itâs just him and those blue-ass eyes staring you down. Some distant part of you thinks you might not mind if itâs the last thing you ever see.Â
âDamn, I really thought you might give it up and just let me fuck you,â his pout returns. âSo disappointingâŠâ he sighs.Â
Your lips part. âYou knew?âÂ
That lights his face up like a Christmas tree. âSensed you tailing me these past few weeks. Started on theeeeeâ 21st, no?âÂ
Fuck. Youâd been so careful. Youâd only tailed him in public spaces, where your energy would be more diluted by the crowds. Youâd stayed far enough away that he should only have caught mere glimpses of you, even suppressed your energy. He should not have been able to sense you. But he was Satoru Gojoâ things people were not supposed to be able to do came easily to him.Â
But you have one thing on him.Â
âThe 18th,â you whisper. âStarted on the 18th.â
Thereâs a beat of silence and then his smile is growing wider, wider, wider, until itâs practically blinding you. âWell, shit,â he laughs. âYouâre pretty good.âÂ
You let a tiny smile slip through your terror. âI try.âÂ
His eyes travel up and down your body, his pout slipping away to a frown. âWhat to do with you⊠hmmâŠâ You lift your chin, taking shallow little breaths through your nose. Youâre looking death in the face, but youâd never thought it would be so beautiful. He sighs. âI guess I could let you go.âÂ
You freeze. He notices.Â
He quirks a brow, another smirk sliding across his lips. âWhat? Didnât think that was an option?â You stay silent. No way heâll let you go. Itâs a bluff. A cruel trick. âItâs not like you could try again, gorgeous. I know your energy now and what you look like. Sorry, but your chance is gone.â That was fine by you. Your breaths come a little heavier, hope pulsing in your veins. âButââ shit. âLetting you go is so⊠boring. Especially after where we left off, yeah?âÂ
Your jaw drops. âYou cannot seriously be suggesting that weââÂ
He cuts you off with a kiss, one that makes your toes curl in the carpet and your stomach clench in anticipation.Â
âOh, yes I am,â he chuckles. You feel his hand sliding down your hip, cool and calculating. âI know you werenât faking the whole thing, gorgeous. Nobody makes out like that when theyâre faking it.â You feel your cheeks heat. âAnd nobody gets this wet-â his fingers snake beneath your skirt, pressing to the wet patch on your panties. âWhen theyâre faking it.â You gasp and reach out, hands clasping onto his shoulders for support. He only chuckles. âNo worries, gorgeous. No need for any more faking tonight. Iâll make sure itâs all real.âÂ
Somehow youâve got your legs wrapped around his waist again and youâre headed to the bedroomâ again. Itâs like a replayâ a redo.Â
âLetâs keep it less killy this time, yeah?âÂ
Your back hits the mattress, your body bouncing lightly on its softness before heâs crawling after you. Itâs simultaneously the best and worst deja vu youâve ever experienced.Â
His hands slide down your body again, fingertips hooking beneath the hem of your skirt and shimmying it up your thighs until your panties are on full display.Â
âShit,â you breathe. Heâs moving so fast, like heâs desperate to go further, to get his greedy hands all over your bare skin.Â
You canât say you blame him. You feel the same.
His thumbs hook under the fabric of your panties and you know itâs over for you. You can feel his warm breath skating across your thighs, feel the calluses on his hands scraping against your skin. You reach a hand down, tangling it in his hair, and you nearly faint when he smirks and looks up at you with those blue fucking eyes.Â
âI think Iâve seen this film before, sweetheart.â He tilts his head, resting his cheek on the plush of your thigh. âNo more knives hiding anywhere, yeah?âÂ
You clench your jaw, trying to control your pounding heart. You canât believe youâre doing this. Why are you doing this? You wish you had a better answer than heâs beautiful and sexy and just a glance at him makes you want to rip his clothes off and climb him like a tree.Â
âSilent, hm? Guess Iâll just have to check myselfâŠâÂ
Heâs pressing up the hem up your skirt, more, more, more, until heâs pulling your dress straight up over your arms and running his hands down your bare sides.Â
âNone thereâŠâ His fingers cup your breast and you gasp, unable to contain your shock and the jolt that just rushed through you. He traces the outline of your bra. âYou had the last one in here, no?â Your chest heaves under his touch, pressing the flesh of your breast up into his fingers. He smirks. âBest check again.â You feel an arm slide beneath you back and then your bra loosens before itâs completely gone.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence, of admiration. He gazes down on you and you see his snark falter for just a moment, replaced by a sparkle in his eyes. It makes your skin heat. His fingers brush the swell of your breasts, thumb trailing down over a nipple. You arch and gasp again.Â
âFuck. Quit teasing so much.âÂ
He chuckles and the sound washes over you until it settles in your bones. âSush. Iâm not done checking for weapons yet.âÂ
You scowl but before you can even move to open your mouth heâs sliding your panties down your legs, hooking them around your ankles and tossing them somewhere on the floor.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you watch him settle himself down between your thighs, eyes never once leaving your center. âDonât see any knives here, either, but maybe I should double-checkâŠâ he breathes.Â
He hooks your legs over his shoulders and you shudder, your breaths shaky. Fuck. You were supposed to kill him tonight but if he keeps going like this youâll be the one deceased.Â
He meets your eyes when he takes the first long lick along your folds. You swear heâs smirking.
Your head rolls back and a pathetic sounding groan slips past your lips. You hadnât realized how much heâd worked you up. Just the slightest touch feels like heaven.
His tongue nudges at your clits and your legs clench, tightening around his head. He laughs into your cunt and his warm breath skates up and over your tummy. Your fingernails scrape his scalp.
âI think you like this, gorgeous.âÂ
Each word sends little puffs of air against your folds. Itâs driving you crazy. You stare down at him, letting a smirk pull at your lips. Your eyes dart over his mouth, wet with your slick, and you donât fail to notice the way heâs struggling to hold your gaze, eyes flickering back down to your cunt every second. Your smirk grows. âI think youâre liking this, too.âÂ
He licks another stripe, from you pulsing hole to your throbbing clit, and this time heâs the one groaning. âDamn right I am.â
He eats you out like he kisses youâ like a starved man, like heâll die if he stops for just one second, like he canât live without your juices on his tongue.Â
You whine and bury both hands in his hair, tugging desperately when his lips wrap around you clit and suck. Itâs so much, too much, and yet itâs just right.Â
Your hips buck and squirm, but heâs got his fingers pressed deep into your flesh, holding you down to take whatever he gives. You think you see heaven when he slides two fingers into your walls, curling them into that gummy spot that has an unbearable heat building deep inside you.Â
âS-Satoru-â you stutter and you hear him moan and mutter into your cunt like heâs unwilling to leave it for even a second.
âFuck, yes. Say my name, sweetheart.â Who are you to deny him? You whisper, whine, and whimper his name with every thrust of his fingers, every lick of his tongue. Itâs delicious. Every so often he swaps his mouth and hand, thrusting his tongue as deep inside you as he can while his fingers rub dangerous little circles on your clit. Whenever things get a little too filthy he laps his tongue across your entire cunt and along your inner thighs, cleaning up every stray drop. You donât know how much longer you can last under such a complete and total assault.Â
âS-Satoru, âm gonna-â He licks a thick stripe through your folds that makes your sentence end in a whine, his lips settling to suckle on your clit again.
God, itâs messy. Itâs fucking disgusting. His whole chin is covered in spit and slickâ and you love it. âCum for me, baby,â he breathes.Â
You donât need to hear much more. You let the heat inside you release with a whine, thighs trembling on his shoulders. Your walls pulse and throb around his fingers, sucking him in and never wanting him to leave. His tongue continues to rub lazy circles around your clit, working you through your high and making it last so long you think you might pass out.
Warmth spreads from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and your muscles tense and clench with each pulsing throb. You swear to god you see fucking stars.
It seems to go on forever, leaving you limp and shaking when the last waves finally slip away.Â
He presses a final kiss to your clit, one that makes your hips jolt from the overstimulation before heâs lifting himself up. âWow. That looked like a big one,â he chuckles. He runs a soothing hand along your thigh and you donât even have the energy to give him some sort of snarky reply. Thereâs hardly even a pause before something shifts in his eyes. âLetâs see if we can get one thatâs even bigger, yeah?âÂ
Before you can even process what heâs said you feel strong hands slide under your thighs, pressing them tightly to your chest as he settles himself close to you
You grasp at the sheets, hearing the clinking of a belt buckle and then the familiar pitch of a zipper being undone.Â
âFuck,â you mutter. Heâs big. Long and pretty and with a perfectly flushed tip. Your eyes are rolling back just thinking about having him inside you.
A strong hand smooths along your thighs, folding you in a way that feels more vulnerable and exposing than anything youâve ever done before. He pauses for a beat, just staring down at you silently.
âGorgeous,â he finally mutters, and something in your heart squeezes. His hand grips your hip firmly, holding you in place and you gasp when you feel him prodding at your entrance. Itâs pathetic. Youâre pathetic. Big bad assassin turned simpering little bitch over some good Gojo dick.Â
âJust relaxxxxx, baby.â His hand rubs soothing little circles into your side and itâs so divinely distracting that it catches you by surprise when he starts pushing into you. You gasp and he only chuckles. Asshole.Â
Heâs bigâ really big â and the stretch is somehow both painful and perfect. You groan into the air, struggling to take him. Every inch feels like it must be the last, but then thereâs more. Your walls clench around him on instinct, trying to force him out.Â
âFuck, baby. What did I say about relaxing?â You hiss when his hand skates down your tummy to rub messy circles on your clit. The relief is instant and you moan when you feel him slide in a little further. âThere we go. Good girl.âÂ
He continues feeding his dick into you, inch by inch, until his hips finally press to yours and you think you can feel him in your fucking throat. You hear him exhale, like itâs a relief to finally be fully inside you, like heâs been waiting for ages.Â
You expect him to not hold back, to let himself go and pound into you relentlessly, but he doesnât. He only leans down closer to you, settling in when he starts a pace of slow, sensual thrusts. His brows pinch, his eyes hardened in concentration.
âAh, fuck. Youâre so tight.âÂ
You want to shoot something back at him, but youâre hardly remembering to breathe with how deep heâs sliding into you. Instead, you just end up holding him tighter, your eyes fluttering shut.Â
Lips dust across your cheeks, just below your lashes. âKeep your eyes open, gorgeous. Wanna see you.âÂ
You blink, thinking that itâs a notion that feels a little too intimate for a hookup. Regardless, you do as he wants, opening your eyes and holding his gaze.
A smile splits his lips and he presses his forehead to yours, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Itâs not long before the sound of skin on skin fills the room and youâre both panting. His breath skates across your skin, hot and heavy, hitching with the groans and whines that spill from his chest. You canât help but pull him closer, raking your nails down his back hard enough to leave marks. The action makes him emit a noise you can only describe as a desperate whimper. âFuck, baby. Yes.âÂ
His lips press to yours in a kiss thatâs all desperation and teeth and tongue. You kiss him back with equal intensity, your body rocking with each heavy thrust. Heâs pounding into you now, frantic for more, more, more of you. You want him to take it, take all of you.Â
A familiar heat pinches in your stomach and you know it wonât be long before heâs pushing you to another release. His dick drags in and out of you, prodding at the gummy spot inside you with every thrust and brushing so deliciously against your cervix that you canât stop the moans spilling from your lips. It has you seeing stars again, has you clawing at him and panting into his mouth.Â
âSatoru⊠harder,â you breathe. You need moreâ more of everything, of him.Â
He groans. âYou got it, gorgeous.âÂ
His hips slam into you and itâs so perfect that you canât help but whimper beneath him. It only gets worse when you feel his fingers on your clit again, hand pressed between your bodies. âCum on my dick, baby.â Your eyes roll back, that coil inside you rolling tighter. You feel his muscles tensing and shaking above you and you know heâs close, too. âWhere do you want it?â he asks, and from the pinched look on his face you can tell exactly where he wants it. You know youâre an idiot for feeling the same.Â
âInside,â you breathe. He groans so loudly it rattles in your ears.
âThatâs my girl,â he says, but itâs nearly a whisper with how strained it is. His hand continues at your clit, rubbing perfect little circles that make your legs tremble where theyâre pressed against your chest. Your jaw hangs open, but you donât dare close your eyes. Satoru is still holding your gaze intently, desperately, like he needs to see you. The thought throws you over the edge.
You cry his name, clawing at his shoulder and shaking like a leaf as you feel yourself gush and pulse all over his dick. For the second time that evening you feel the heat inside you swell and burst, washing through you in waves that nearly consume you whole. Itâs a struggle to hold his eyes, to not let them roll back into your skull and give into the pure ecstasy of your highâ especially when heâs cumming, too. You can hear him moaning in your ear, feel him twitching inside you, feel his hot cum coating your walls and thereâs just so fucking much of it. You swear he cums for a minute straight before he slumps down onto you, burying his face in your neck as you pant.Â
Youâre shaking and so is he, breaths heaving in and out. Reality slowly starts to seep back in, even with his dick still softening inside you and his cum leaking down your thighs.Â
You tried to kill him. You failed. You had sex. Now what? Would he really let you go like heâd said he would? You wanted to believe it, but life hadnât taught you to be that trusting. You should move, untangle yourself from him and escape before he has time to change his mind.Â
âYou assassins are always thinking so hard,â He mumbles into the curve of your neck. âMaybe you should try to relax for once.â
You swallow when you feel him pressing his lips to your throat, trailing up to your jaw. Itâs⊠tender, gentle, and it feels so nice. You canât help the way you melt into the touch a bit. You feel him smile into your skin. âThere we go.â
His hand settles on your waist, rubbing soothing little circles that send a jolt of urgency up your spine. No. Youâre enjoying thisâ being close to him, laying here with him, breathing him in. Thatâs not what this is supposed to be.Â
You tense again, shifting to get away from him, but he only sighs and presses his weight onto you.Â
âCome on, gorgeous. No need to leave so soon. Just stay for a bit, yeah?â He nibbles at your jaw, but it doesnât work this time. You have to go. Youâve failed your mission. You donât know what that means for your brother. Youâd never thought this would have an ending besides your death.Â
âI have to go,â you mutter, pushing at his chest.Â
He chuckles, but you donât miss the strain and⊠hurt? âGot something more important than trying to kill me?âÂ
You clench your teeth, trying once again to shove him away. âYes, actually.âÂ
He finally pulls back to meet your gaze, brows slightly pinched. âLike what?âÂ
You push in earnest now, anger and panic rising in your gut. You have to go, have to check on your brother, have to figure out what youâre going to do. âThatâs really none of your business,â you seethe.Â
You go for another shove, but strong hands clasp around your wrists, pinning them to the bed. His expression has gone flat now, serious. âActually, I think itâs completely my business. You going to report your failure? Should I expect another assassin soon?â
You scowl, tugging at his grasp and trying to free yourself. âYeah, probably. Heâs an insufferable idiot. I told him it wouldnât work and it didnât, but I donât doubt heâll send another.âÂ
His face cracks, his brows pulling together again. âIf you knew it wouldnât work then whyâd you take the job?âÂ
You struggle again, less angry and more desperate now. âBecause heâs got my fucking brother at gunpoint and Iâve got to figure out how the fuck Iâm going to save him!â you shout.
Thereâs silence for a long momentâ a long, uncomfortable beat of itâ and then his expression softens into something⊠tender. It sends a chill up your spine. Satoru Gojo was never supposed to be tender with you, and thatâs all heâs been.Â
âIâll save him,â he says. Your heart jumps and his grip on your wrists loosens, allowing you to slip free.Â
âWhat?â you breathe. He sits back, allowing you to prop yourself up into a slightly less vulnerable position.Â
He exhales slowly, but you donât miss the way his hand settles on your bare thigh, a comforting weight. âIâll save your brother and then Iâll take care of your boss.â A smirk creeps across his lips. âWhat? Donât think I can do it?â
You stare blankly, lips parted. Thereâs no doubt he can do it, but thatâs not the question swirling in your mind.Â
âWhy would you help me?â Youâd tried to kill the man. You couldnât make heads or tails of a reason why heâd go out of his way to help you.Â
He chuckles. âWell, in case you didnât know, Iâm a hero of sorts.â You have to fight not to roll your eyes. âAnd⊠thereâs something I want from you.âÂ
There it isâ the catch. He wants something. You have no idea what you could possibly have to give him, but youâre willing for it to be just about anything. You narrow your eyes. âWhat?âÂ
He grins, but you can see the glint of mischief in his gaze. His hand slides further up your thigh, up your side, over your shoulder, until it rests at the nape of your neck and his face is only inches from your own. âWhatâs your number, gorgeous?â
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i just listened to sabrina's new album and oh my god the song slim pickins is such a song that was written from daydreaming about lumberjack!logan, oh and the recent fic that you reblogged was just so yummy and perfect for that song especially the lyrics "a boy who's jacked and nice" like god having to settle down for less because nobody can be him đđđ need him expeditiously im afraid
it's slim pickins
lumberjack!logan howlett x fem!reader
cw: yearning!! fluff, tiny nsfw conversation (nothing graphic)
a/n: this request couldn't have come in at a better time because i'm seeing sabrina on opening night of her tour tomorrow night!! <3
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"am i just destined to be alone forever?"
another friday night in the hole in the wall bar outside of town. another date gone horribly wrong. your question hangs heavy in the air as you gossip to your best friend who's bartending tonight.
"you keep picking douche bags." she answers without missing a beat.
"well, that's fuckin' rude." you slur slightly, sipping on your third fruity drink tonight.
"well, it's fuckin' true." she smiles, looking over your shoulder at a group of men that walked in. "why don't you go talk to one of them? they look hot."
you spin around in your stool to see a group of lumberjack workers. these were the men that you worked with, you can't flirt with them.
"i work with those guys!" you hiss.
"sooo...?" she smirks.
both of you quickly end the conversation with the five guys approach the bar. the last thing you needed was for these guys to see the desperate and pathetic look on your face. quickly, you rummage through your purse for some cash to put down.
"what are you doing here, doll face?" a familiar voice asks.
you look up and see the most handsome of the men, in front of you; logan. twice your size, buff, toned, tan... god, you had such a crush on him. never in a million years would you go after him though, he's too good to want a girl like you. you were just a friend. he make small talk with you, laughed at your jokes, calls you little nicknames, and refills the coffee pot for you but thats what friends do, right?
"oh... um, i'm just-"
"she's been sitting here moaning and bitching to me all night about her horrible date." your best friend smiles then introduces herself to logan with a handshake.
"thanks asshole." you mumble under your breath at her, making logan chuckle.
"tough night?" he asks, looking down at you in a way that makes heat rises up your face.
"kinda, but i'll save you all the gory details." you admit, sliding off the tall stool a little ungracefully. "have a good night, logan."
"wait, doll face." he says, grabbing your arm to balance you. "wanna talk about it? i'm sure your friend here is busy."
the alcohol let him take you to one of the booths. all the other men noticed logan and you sitting together, definitely making mental notes to tease you both on monday.
"so, what's on your mind?" logan asks, taking a swig of his beer.
"it's nothing really..." your mouth says one thing but your phone says another; practically buzzing off the table.
"you sure?" he raises a brow.
"uh... yeah?" you sound confused as you peak at the notification. an annoyed groan falls from your lips as you slam the phone back down and sink into the booth. "why? why? why?"
"why what?" he squints.
"be honest, do i have dumbass written on my forehead?" you sigh, hazily looking over at logan. the question threw him off guard; unsure if you're joking or not.
"no." he answers.
" well, i sure feel like one. every guy i've gone out with is either the most obnoxious asshole i've ever met who's still hung up on his ex or he's absolutely perfect but he's just not ready for a commitment right now? what the fuck does that even mean?"
all of your drunk rambling surprised logan. at work, he's only seen your shy personality as you scribble down numbers and log them into spreadsheets. this was a completely different side of you.
"i know what you're thinking, 'why not just try dating a woman?'. well, i fucking would if this town wasn't stuck in the 50's, except the men aren't going to war in order to get away from you, instead they just run back in between their ex's thighs and pull that 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit."
it was getting harder for logan not to crack at your silly yet, adorable expressions as you rant.
"and the worst part is that they can't even get a woman to orgasm." you say a little quieter. logan stores that quote in his pocket for another time. "a few weeks ago, i literally had a man in my bed who didn't know the difference between their, there, and they're! i don't know who's stupider, him for not knowing or me for letting him give me the worst head in my life."
if you were even a little sober, this would be mortifying. sitting in front of your work crush and spilling pathetic details of your love life to him. if you were even a little sober, you would have notice his eyes turn dark and lustful under the dim bar lighting. logan couldnât fathom that you were having trouble in your love life.
"sounds like it's slim pickins out there."
"you have no idea." you sigh.
"if it makes you feel any better, i don't think that you're stupid."
"you're just saying that to be polite. trust me, everyone thinks i'm an idiot for taking these guys back every time. im just like my mom, my sisters, my friends, and every other girl i know. we make up excuses for their shitty behavior because we are afraid to be alone."
logan could see tears forming in your waterline, about to roll down your cheek. it hurt him to see you so heartbroken over these losers. everyday at work, you came in like a ray of fucking sunshine. you didn't deserve to be treated like this.
"it's not your fault that those asshole don't know how to treat a woman." he sighs, leaning forward in an attempt to comfort you.
"i know, i know..." your voice was cracking and you didn't want logan to see you so vulnerable. suddenly, you rise from the booth. "thanks for listening, logan."
"where do you think you're going, doll face?" he asks, following you out the door.
"should head home." you mumble, pulling up the number of a car service about twenty minutes out.
"let me give you a ride home." he offers. "you've been drinking too much."
it's late, you're exhausted and heartbroken so, you let him help you into his truck. it's kinda old but full of character, like logan.
"what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" logan asks, breaking the silence in the car. "still sad?"
you shrug. "think i'm just going to become a nun."
he tried, he really did, but he had to laugh.
"sweetheart, there's no need to become a nun."
"well, i'm never going to find the man i'm looking for so, might as well join the sisterhood."
"what are you looking for in this dream man?"
logan's question has your eyes wondering over to where his left hand sets on the wheel and his right on thigh. the images of what his hands could do flood your fuzzy mind.
"j-just a good guy who's um, who's kind, jacked... respectful, good with his hands...."
it was shameless, your staring that is. logan worried you might get drool on the car seat, not that he would mind.
"hm... those seem like simple requirements there."
"apparently not." you giggle. "it's fine, though. i'm sure the nuns will be friendly."
"still thinking about joining the 'sisterhood'?" he asks, pulling up to your drive way.
"maybe... i'll give it twenty-four hours and if he doesn't come knocking on my door, i'll just buy a chasity belt and go off the grid with the nuns." your smile warmed his cold bitter heart. "thanks for the ride, lo. i'll see you monday."
as logan watches you fumble with your keys and make your way inside, he fights an internal battle over his feelings. he has had a crush on you since the day the two of you first met. by the end of the week, you had baked him some cupcakes, babbling about how you do this for all the new employees, which was far from the truth he later learned.
you captured his heart. even when he tried to burry his feelings for you, when logan looked at you, his world stood still for a moment. he looked forward to all your silly jokes in the break room or the ridiculous gossip you would tell him when he lingered outside of your office door. he couldn't let you slip away into the arms of another asshole who didn't deserve you.
before logan could comprehend what he was doing, his feet lead him up to your door, knocking twice. the wooden door opened and he knew he made the right decision.
there you were in your light blue and grey plaid pajamas with a cupcake in your hand and vanilla frosting on your bottom lip. logan had never seen you look prettier.
"hey? did i leave something in theâ"
in the blink of an eye, loganâs hands reach up to caress your jaw, leaning in until his mouth engulfs yours. the taste of vanilla and alcohol surrounded both of you. forgetting the cupcake in your hand, dropping it to reach up and pull logan closer. kissing him was like drinking a glass of wine after a long day. no more stress or anxiety over anyone elseâs bullshit. the two of you gasp against each others lips, catching your breath.
âi could be the good guy, you know?â logan pants, now forever addicted to your taste. âi could be the good guy for you.â
your heart fluttered as you stared up at his pretty hazel eyes, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. this had to be a very realistic dream, thats the only answer to this.
âyou would do that for me, logan?â your delicate voice could bring him to his knees, worshiping the ground you walk on.
âi would do anything for you, honey.â he whispers, leaning back in to kiss you again. maybe your dream guy wasn't as far away as you thought?
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 2 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: The collection of letters that Bradley received from the fourth grade class provides him with entertainment while deployed. He takes the time to answer their questions and send a package back to the United States via air mail. But he has your email address. He also has a bit of a crush and some questions himself.
Warnings: Fluff, language
Length: 4100 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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A few days later, when Bradley was done with his training protocols for the day, he returned to his bunk with a different mission in mind. While he unzipped his flight suit, he eyed the box which was taking up most of his nightstand, and a smile found its way to his lips. He managed to find a notebook that nobody wanted along with a thick, padded envelope, and he was going to take the time to respond to the fourth graders who wrote to him.Â
He'd spent hours poring over the letters, laughing at some of the questions from the kids and frequently picking up that one photo. He couldn't stop going back for more. For another look at you. Just one more look. Okay, this really was the last one. He had to toss it across the small room toward his duffel so he could focus on something other than your smile and the fact that he might have a tiny crush on a fourth grade teacher who knew absolutely nothing about him. Yet.
The note from Jayden was on the top, and Bradley opened it up and started to jot down a response.
Jayden,
It was so nice to hear from you and the rest of your class. To answer your pertinent questions, I am currently stationed on the USS Theodore Roosevelt. The most disgusting food in the mess hall is easily the cabbage rolls (which taste nothing like cabbage... or rolls). The best food in the mess hall is surprisingly the meatloaf. And yes, I would love to see a photo of your Cocker Spaniel. Please send one next time. I hope you're studying and doing your best in school.
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
The next note he decided to tackle was the one from Violet who had the tiniest handwriting he'd ever seen. The page had at least fifteen questions written out, but he decided to answer just a few for her. He had to squint as he skimmed through them again.
Violet,
You seem very inquisitive. That's a great quality to have, especially if you want to be a pilot someday. No, I did not attend the Naval Academy. I went to the University of Virginia. Yes, the Navy is way better than the Air Force. Yes, I can hold my breath underwater for three minutes. Yes, they actually made me do it. No, I don't think I could make it as a Navy SEAL. Yes, I have been staying hydrated and getting enough sun, thanks so much for asking. Keep studying hard, because you have a lot of school ahead of you before officer training.
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
Okay, so this was actually a lot of fun. Up next was a response to the note from Oliver, which made Bradley laugh every time he looked at it.Â
Oliver,
Thank you so much for drawing the different Naval aircrafts for me. I hate to break it to you, but I actually do not fly the F-35 Lightning II. Yes, I know they look 'sickeningly cool'. Yes, I know it would be like 'slam dunking off the back of a dragon'. I guess I never knew I was jealous of those pilots until right now.... But I fly the equally cool if not quite as sickening looking F/A-18 Super Hornet. And yes, I would be more than happy to draw my own version of one for you. See below.
Lt. Bradley Bradshaw
The ten minutes he spent replicating his own aircraft to the best of his ability for Oliver churned out a pretty damn good result. He fished his phone out of the nightstand and took a picture to email to Nat when he had time, because she would find this whole thing amusing. Then he reached for the letters from Harrison, Nia and Jackie. He wrote his responses, and after a bit, he had a decent sized stack of letters all ready to go back to the fourth graders.
After a few more days, he worked his way through the entire class, and each kid would soon have a handwritten response on the way. He just needed to figure out what he wanted to say to you. The pretty teacher from the class photo that he now kept tucked in with his personal items. He worked on that one last, writing your full name at the top of the page and wishing you didn't go by the very non-specific Ms. which gave him zero clue as to whether or not you were married.
The package you sent was the nicest piece of deployment mail I have ever received. Thank you. I'm lucky it ended up in my hands. I'm impressed by how much all of your students have learned about aviation this year. I just hope I did them justice in regards to the questions they had for me.
I also hope you don't mind that I replied to each kid individually. They had some very amusing stories and questions, and I wanted to acknowledge all of them. But there was one question in particular that I was asked so many times, I thought I'd answer it here instead. My call sign is kind of a silly one, so it's okay if you all laugh. I go by Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, and my helmet is mostly red, yellow and black.
Your kids seem like a fun bunch, but I bet they keep you on your toes. Feel free to let them know they can write back to me again, but please include my name on the package this time. I don't know that I'd be lucky enough to have it fall into my hands again by chance. I'll just be here somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for a few more months, ready to answer any questions you throw at me. Hope to hear back from you soon.
Yours Truly,
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
The following day, he packed everything up and dropped it off with the rest of the ship's outgoing mail. There was a rumor that a helicopter would be coming to pick it up in the next day or two, and he wanted to make sure it got back to California and those fourth graders as soon as possible. On his way back to his bunk, Bradley stopped by the lounge to see if there was an iPad free, hoping to send a quick email or two. He was in luck. He also happened to have your email address memorized.
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You yawned at your desk and checked the time on your computer. Within the next ten minutes, your classroom would go from silent solitude to mass chaos, so you took a minute to clear out your email inbox. You had a few messages from some parents and a reminder about Spirit Week from the superintendent. And a random piece of junk mail that must have slipped through the spam filters. You didn't know anyone with a US Navy email address, and you didn't know anyone named Bradley Bradshaw.
As you closed your laptop, you gasped and tried to pry it back open again as quickly as you could. The Navy! The package you sent a few weeks ago! Maybe it was someone writing back to your class! Of course it could just be someone saying they were sorry that they didn't have time to engage with your students, but you figured even that was better than nothing.Â
"Come on," you whispered, entering your credentials again before your inbox reappeared on your screen. The email was just a few lines long, but it was addressed to you by name. You were smiling immediately as you read it.
I just wanted to let you know that I got the mail you sent to a deployed Naval Aviator. There's a package on its way to your school for your class. It should arrive in about a week or two. Your fourth graders provided me with several hours of entertainment, and I hope they find my answers to their many (and amusing) questions useful. Thanks for the laughs, and thanks for the photos, too. Can't tell you how much I've been enjoying them. Hope to hear from all of you again.
Yours Truly,
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
You squealed and pumped your fists in the air. Someone actually got the box! And he actually responded! The other, older teachers thought you were just wasting your time when you deviated from the lesson plans a bit. Literally all of them said there was no way anyone would write back, even though you took the time to go through the proper channels at Top Gun on North Island. But now you could rub it in their faces, all thanks to Bradley Bradshaw who sounded like he'd had as much fun with this whole thing as your class had.
Then your day really started as Violet and Oliver burst into your classroom, calling out your name with excitement in their voices. The rest of your kids followed behind them, already asking about the plans for the day and what kind of adventure you'd be taking them on in each subject.Â
When you clapped your hands twice and said, "Good morning," they all clapped and replied with their own greeting, and then they sat quietly with their gazes fixed on you. "Guess who I just got an email from!"
"The president!"Â
"My grandma!"
"My Cocker Spaniel!"
"Oliver's grandma!"
You just shook your head and tried not to laugh as you said, "None of the above. But do you remember when we wrote and packed up those letters for a real aviator in the military to read?" Most of the kids nodded, so you added, "Well, he emailed us! And he sent us some mail that should arrive in about a week!"
And telling them that was a mistake. Because you didn't know a moment of peace after that. Every morning, you had kids rushing into the room to see if the promised piece of mail arrived yet. Every day you had to disappoint them, but you were finding yourself a little disappointed, too. You wanted to know what this Bradley Bradshaw guy sent back.Â
You'd responded to his initial email letting him know you and the kids in your class were delighted to hear from him and that you would let him know when the mail he sent arrived at your school. He didn't respond, but you figured he was busy. Too busy to constantly muck about with your class while he was thousands of miles away on a deployment.Â
And that was what left you standing at your desk with your mouth hanging open in awe when the padded envelope did finally arrive one morning. Because when you carefully cut it open, you found not just one letter to the class but individual handwritten notes, one for each child.
"Wow," you whispered, pulling the note with your name written on the top out of the stack. This man seemed humble and sweet, and his letter made you laugh in more than one spot as you read through it. Then you read it again. He sounded apologetic about responding to each individual kid, but you felt like your insides were melting. Who would do that? Who would take the time to give individual attention to a bunch of nine and ten year olds besides you? And you were technically getting paid to do it.Â
Bradley Bradshaw seemed willing to continue to engage with your kids, and you weren't going to stop him. Because starting that morning, he became something of a legend to your class. A celebrity. A real lieutenant in the Navy replied to all of their silly questions, and their love of aviation just grew from there. You figured you were going to have to keep your lesson plans going a bit longer while their faces lit up as you walked around the room and handed them each their notes. You had taken the time to skim them beforehand, often laughing at his sense of humor which seemed to jump off the pages.
"Can we write back to him?" Jayden asked as everyone read their notes from Lieutenant Bradshaw. "I have more questions."
You smiled and nodded. "Yes, you may write back to him." Then you postponed your geology lesson until the next day and let them spend the next forty minutes writing some followup letters. You took some pictures of them diligently toiling away at their desks, excitement on their faces. Then you bit your lip and sat down at your own desk.
As you started to construct an email letting him know the envelope had arrived, your thoughts drifted to what he might be like. Humble and sweet, for sure. But he also made it a point to tell you that the box from your class was the best piece of mail he'd ever received while deployed. Maybe he was a little bit lonely. Maybe he was single. Maybe he was stationed on the west coast. Your thoughts started to get ahead of you, and it was hard to reel them in when you imagined him excited to see another email from you. Smiling when he was handed another box from your class during mail call.
Dear Lt Bradley Bradshaw,
We got the envelope from you today, and my kids are absolutely thrilled! I'm not sure if you know how hard it can be to wrangle eighteen fourth graders all at one time, but they are currently sitting quietly and working on new letters for you to read. Once again, please don't feel obligated to continue correspondence if you're too busy. I'm sure you have other people you could be writing to who want your attention as well. I just wanted you to know they are overjoyed that a Naval officer took the time to answer their questions about aviation.
I have attached some photos as proof that they are sitting still. Thanks again for making their day.
You signed your name at the bottom the way you always would from your work email account, and then you attached the photos. After a brief debate about adding the selfie you took with Violet where most of your face was visible, you decided to just go for it. Adding it to the mix wouldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like this semi mystery man would be up all night thinking about you.Â
But you found that you were still thinking about him when you went home to your silent house and made dinner that evening. Maybe he was a little bit lonely, but maybe you were, too.
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It was amazing how infrequently Bradley found himself thinking about Vanessa. He was busier now with his duties picking up a bit more as his deployment wore on, but even when he was tired and in his bunk at night, his thoughts seldom settled on her like he was afraid they might. He didn't miss her or her half-hearted emails, and he wasn't craving the connection of reunion sex with her.Â
Instead, he was thinking about what a group of fourth graders were learning about this week and what their cute teacher was up to. It had been a few days since you emailed him, letting him know that his package was delivered to your school. You made it sound like the kids were excited that he sent it in the first place, and when he really thought about it, he supposed some officers would have just eaten the snacks and tossed the notes in the trash.
He didn't reply to the email yet, still thrown off a bit by the pictures you attached. Your classroom was vibrant, and the kids were absorbed as they worked on more notes for him to read whenever they happened to be delivered to the carrier. But the photo with you in it held his attention longer than it should have. The fact that you were working at a school that was just a handful of miles from his damn house made him feel warm.
But what would he do about it? What could he do about it? Nothing. He didn't want you to think he was creepy. He still knew essentially nothing else about you. The only thing he could do was keep it friendly if not professional. Unless of course you did something to push the boundaries of conversation into a more personal realm. God, if you did....he didn't think he would be able to handle it.Â
The next day, when he was heading out on deck to talk to the mechanics who were doing regular maintenance on the aircrafts, he took his phone. "Hey, you mind if I take a few photos of some of the engine parts? I want to send them to a class of fourth graders who will think it's cool."
"Go ahead, Lieutenant," the head mechanic replied. Then he smiled and asked, "You dating a teacher?"
Well. Wouldn't that be something? Bradley would never run out of curious pen pals. He would always have some fourth graders to take interesting photos for and to send notes to. He'd always have a classroom to visit as soon as he got home from a deployment.
He couldn't help but picture you as the teacher.
"Nothing like that," he replied, his voice a little gravelly. "Just writing to some kids who are learning about aviation."
After dinner, when he had a chance to use an iPad in the lounge, he did his best to put together a response to your email that would at least hint at the curiosity he felt.Â
If all it takes is mail from three thousand miles away to get your class to sit quietly, then I should probably be writing to you every day. But I'm sure you're a great teacher. That's a given considering how much your students learned and shared with me. And I can assure you that I'm more than happy to take the time to write to your class. And you. Please don't think I feel obligated, because I do not. I want to.
I have attached a few pictures of some F/A-18 engine components as well as some of my cockpit controls. Each photo is labeled, but please let me know if you have any questions.
It was nice hearing from you.
Yours Truly,
Lt Bradley BradshawÂ
As soon as he hit send, he wanted to kick himself. Should he have included a photo of his face like you had twice now? Or did he already sound too desperate to hear from you and your class again?
"Shit," he muttered, looking around the lounge as if there was going to be someone here proficient in the art of getting to know a fourth grade teacher without sounding stupid. But it was too late now. All he could do was wait for the next mail call or hope you decided to write back to his ramblings by the next time he checked his email.Â
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You were going to have to scrape your jaw off the floor. You had no idea what this man's face even looked like, but his hands were... something else. And his thighs... well, they were pretty great, too. It must have been too long since you got laid, because you were sitting at your desk in your classroom staring at the set of photos in your inbox, currently unable to look away from his right hand. It was wrapped around the throttle of his aircraft. It was elegant with attractive veins and rough calluses. You were sure that you were supposed to be focusing on the cockpit controls, but all you could see was that hand and his thick, muscular thighs below.
The next photo was no better for you. He was holding up his helmet with his call sign Rooster emblazoned across the front, and you were able to see his left ring finger. There was no wedding band. There was no evidence of an outline where a wedding band would belong. There was just his big, strong hand.
You whimpered softly while your students worked on their math tests. You couldn't help it as you took one last look before logging out of your email account. And now you needed to know if his face matched the very attractive image you had in your mind.Â
When Jayden called your name, you rocketed to your feet like you'd been caught red handed. "Yes?" you squeaked, your voice sounding higher pitched than usual.
"I'm done with my test. May I have the hall pass and use the restroom?"
You handed it to him as the rest of your class finished working through the math problems. A few minutes later, when you collected the papers from them, Violet asked, "When is Lieutenant Bradshaw going to write back to us?"
It had only been a few days since you mailed him the second box of notes and some more snacks, but it made you happy that they were all so invested in learning more from him.Â
"It will probably be a few weeks before we get anything in the mail. However... he did email me some pictures of engine and cockpit parts from the aircraft carrier for me to share with you guys." When you looked around the room, the kids were on the edges of their seats, excited expressions on their faces. With a laugh you added, "I was going to wait until tomorrow and use the projector to show them all to you, but if you're very well behaved for the rest of the afternoon, maybe I could pull them up on my computer for you to see them today."
Not two hours later, you were just as excited as the kids were to look at the photos... again. As they crowded around your desk, you opened up the first one of the cockpit to a barrage of questions.Â
"Is that really his jet?"
"Is that the throttle?"
"What do all the buttons do?"
"Was this right before he flew it?"
Once again you were distracted, but you managed to click over to the next photo, and the kids gasped in delight.Â
"His helmet is so cool!"
"It says Rooster!"
"That's his call sign!"
"Red is my favorite color!"
You just smiled softly and laughed. "Should we go ahead and start working on another list of questions for him?" you asked as you slowly scrolled through the rest of the pictures. "He said we can write back to him as much as we want to." When everyone cheered, you handed Oliver a marker and pointed to the board at the front of the classroom. "Let's start making a list."
You listened to all of your students call out questions for Bradley while Oliver wrote them down. Then Violet asked, "Can he send us a picture of his whole jet? From the outside of it?"
You cleared your throat and added, "Maybe he could get someone else to take the picture so he could stand in front of it. For size comparison."
Violet nodded, but you knew you were a fraud. Sure, it would be great for the kids to understand just how massive the F/A-18s were compared to an actual person, but you were the one who wanted to see all of Bradley. You were itching for it now.Â
Later that night, you drank most of a bottle of wine and did something you promised yourself you'd never do. You logged into your work email account after nine o'clock. You skipped over the handful of unread emails from parents and clicked on the icon to compose a new message. With your liquid courage goading you on, you typed up a response to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and hit send before you could think twice.
Thank you for the photos. They were very enlightening. We especially liked the ones where you were showing off your cockpit. Or I did, anyway. The kids liked all of them and started on another list of questions for you. Good luck getting rid of us now.Â
We were wondering if you could have someone take a picture of you standing in front of your jet. For size comparison purposes. And also because my students would like to know what you look like. Hearing from you makes our day even better.
You couldn't believe how forward you were being with this man who you'd never even met in person, but you fell asleep thinking about his hands and what they might be capable of.
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This Bradley makes me swoon. I've never wanted to be a fourth grade teacher so badly in my life. There is something that's starting to blossom between them even though they haven't even met in person. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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Halloween With The Hazbin Men And Your Daughter
With Spirit Halloween already showing up around town, Iâm out here thinking about Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, and Adam taking care of your daughter during Halloween. đ€
Alastor:
âą I feel like he would be the type to hand out treatsâor more like tricksâbut with your daughter in the picture, heâs walking around Hellâs neighborhoods with her little hand holding onto his, his back slightly hunched because of the significant height difference between the two.
âą If your daughter begged Alastor to wear a costume⊠it would most likely be something as subtle as Jim from the Office wearing a sticker on his shirt with the name âDaveâ on it. While sheâs 5-years-old, sheâs already accepted her adoptive fatherâs stubborn nature.
âą Oh! And if someone tries to pull a trick on your daughter, which is not likely to happen with him aroundâbut if it does, you best believe that Alastor will summon one of his minions to make sure that she listens to his instructions: close your eyes, cover your ears, and turn around, while he devours the poor soul for trying to scare her.
âDaddy? Why did you ask me to do that?â Your daughter innocently asks after he shrinks back to his normal size. His minion vanishes with a wave of its hand, so she narrowly misses the way his tongue swipes across his teeth.
âWell, to get your treats, my sweet little doe,â Alastor says, handing her a full-sized candy bar, which he definitely stole from a random kidâs basket. That house was only dealing tricks, after all. âNow, letâs move onto the next house, shall we?â
âą Your daughter tries to grab his hand again, but Alastor decides to carry her, his spine slightly aching after walking down several blocks with his back hunched. She is delighted, of course, a chuckle reverberating through his chest as she marvels at the different view, eating her full-sized candy bar all the while.
Lucifer:
âą Oh, Lucifer would be absolutely elated to take your daughter out trick-or-treating. Heâs willing to wear everything and anything as a costume, no matter how embarrassing it may seem, excited to relive what he used to do with Charlie.
âą Hunching? Whatâs that? Our short King doesnât have to worry about his back hurting if your daughter holds his hand while going door-to-door in the neighborhood, although heâd rather have her sit on his shoulders in fear that someone will try to take her.
âą Nobody is going to try and pull a trick on your daughter with Lucifer around, theyâd be stupid to do so. But if they have no treats and only tricks, the random sinner will probably scramble to find something sweet in their house to avoid him turning them into a frog or something, lol.
âWow! They gave me more candy than the other kids,â Your daughter gasps as she stares down at her basket, already filled to the brim despite only trick-or-treating for 30 minutes. âLook, daddy!â
âOh, thatâs amazing, ducky! Do you want to continue walking around orâŠ?â Lucifer asks, his hands clasped behind his back as he anticipates her response.
âNo, because my mommy wonât even let me eat that much candy,â Your daughter says, but Lucifer leans down and whispers in her ear, telling her that heâll promise not to tell her how much candy she eats.
âą And he keeps his promise, allowing her to eat all the candy she wants on the way back to the hotel, even eating some alongside her. But when your daughter complains to you about having a stomach ache, you end up scolding both of them, leaving Lucifer a flustered mess.
Husk:
âą Oh, Husk would definitely be the type to stay back and hand out treats, but only because Alastor forced him to. With your daughter in the picture, however, heâll be spared from the mind-numbing duty.
âą Would Husk wear a costume? Hmm, Iâm not quite sure, but if your daughter whines enough, heâll acquiesce and allow her to put something on him. He is not pleased when she swipes his hat off of his head and replaces it with a tiara.
âą Husk is not as tall as Alastor, and even though your daughter is rather short, the man spends most of the time hunched anyway. He doesnât mind holding her hand as they go door-to-door, but he does mind the snickers random sinners toss his way at his half-assed costume.
âWhatcha lookinâ at, bub?â Husk growls after your daughter receives her treat, and he almost feels bad for causing a scene in front of her⊠until she unwraps the candy bar and it ends up being fake.
âOh no, itâs plastic,â She pouts, her big, round eyes staring up at Husk in disappointment, brimming with tears, especially as the sinner in front of him laughs. âDaddy?â
âAight, pumpkin, turn around and let ya old man deal with this chump,â Husk instructs her, and she complies⊠sort of, kind of, peeking through her fingers and giggling as he knocks him out.
âą After that, Husk takes your daughter in his arms and uses his wings for once, an excited squeal seeping past her lips as he flies to the nearest gas station, allowing her to take whatever candies she wants, leaving his poor wallet hurting. But the way she smiles up at him as he pays for everything makes it all worth it.
Vox:
âą Does Vox even go outside? It would take a whole lot of begging and whining from your daughter for him to even consider giving out candy outside of the Vee tower. Much like Alastor, heâll wear a half-assed costume and call it a day, your daughter sitting on his lap as you give out candy.
âą Every time your daughter looks over her shoulder with those big, round eyes of hers, heâll put on his signature grin, making sure that she doesnât see how displeased he is that heâs giving out candy in Hell for the first time. For some odd reason, itâs just embarrassing to him.
âą Vox doesnât bother giving out tricks⊠until one unsavory child tries to take more than what your daughter is supposed to give, hurting her in the process. He has a TV for a head, so I can imagine him putting on something scary, and all your daughter sees is him chuckling as she turns around in confusion.
âDaddy? Why did that little boy run away screaming?â Your daughter asks, turning away and watching the boy run down the streets of Hell in fear, candy spilling from his bucket all the while.
âOh, donât worry about it, sweet pea,â Vox says as he settles down, affectionately carding his claws through her hair, making her giggle. âIs the candy almost done?â
âYesâare we going to do something else after that?â Your daughter asks, digging through the bucket, finding a candy she likes. âOohh, and can I eat one?â
âą Vox allows your daughter to have whatever is left, knowing that youâre not particularly keen about her eating too many sweets. Plus, he could have anything else sweet whipped up in the Vee tower easily, alongside some child-friendly Halloween movies, of course. Maybe next year heâll go trick-or-treating with her.
Adam:
âą Look, Iâm not religious or anything, but Iâve met plenty of Christians who do not celebrate Halloween, but letâs say Adam is in a secret relationship with you, a sinner, and begrudgingly agrees to look after your daughter while youâre out with some friends.
âą He canât take your daughter out trick-or-treating, so he decides to put on some movies in your room and brings a lotâand I mean a lotâof candies and sweet treats for the two of them to indulge themselves in. Adam ends up eating most of the stuff he brought, however.
âą Your daughter plays with Adamâs mask, pretending to be an Exorcist after losing interest in the movie, an amused chuckle reverberating through the angelâs chest as she trips over his leg. He quickly spreads out one of his wings, so all she feels are his feathers when she falls.
âYou wanna be an Exorcist, just like me?â Adam asks as he watches her peel his mask off, her head nodding vigorously. Itâs bittersweet to himâthe 5-year-old doesnât know the full extent of what Exorcists actually do.
âI want to be a fighter just like you, daddy!â Your daughter says, jumping over his legs and pretending to fly, her mouth stained with chocolate. âAnd have wings like you, and that round thing on your headââ
âThe halo?â Adam chuckles as she approaches him, her hand tapping it. âYes, this thingy majiggy,â She giggles, sitting back and taking some of his candy; and while he usually doesnât like sharing what heâs eating, he doesnât mind her taking some. âHmm, Iâm not sure if your mommy would like that, princess.â
âą Adam invites her to eat more candy with him in an effort to make her drop the whole Exorcist topic. And fortunately, your daughter drops it, sitting next to him and eventually falling asleep in his arms, using his belly as a pillow. He never thought heâd feel bad about Extermination Day, his hand stroking her hair as he watches the TV.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel imagine#alastor x reader#lucifer x reader#husk x reader#vox x reader#adam x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor imagine#lucifer imagine#husk imagine#vox imagine#adam imagine#just did this for fun hehe
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141 + König Where Reader Surprises Them With Tik Tok Leggings
Based on a request from anon- I accidentally posted this from my queue, and I wasn't finished yetđ„Č
Warnings: swearing, spanking, mild sex references
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Simon Ghost Riley-
You and Simon were headed to the gym for the first time this week, and you thought this was the perfect opportunity to show off the new leggings you bought off of Tik Tok.
Simon held open the door for you, and you made it a point to walk just far enough in front of him, for him to get a glimpse of the pants.
"Those new?" Simon asked, eyeing up your legs for the first time since you put them on.
"Oh yeah, heard about them on Tik Tok. I thought I'd give them a try." You gave him a warm smile before taking off your jacket and hanging it on the treadmill.
Simon's jaw fell slack as he was now able to see fully how the leggings accentuated your backside. "Uh uh, absolutely not."
"What's wrong with them?" You asked, stifling a giggle.
"What's wrong with them? Absolutely nothing, other than the fact that every man, woman, and child will be staring at my wife's ass. An ass, mind you, that's mine and mine alone to look at." He looked around the gym to find, in fact, there were people already looking at you as you climbed on the treadmill.
You were beyond amused at your husband's antics, as it wasn't often you were able to get him riled up. "Si, nobody will look."
"Damn right, nobody will look." He huffed in frustration.
You looked back to retort and couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips when you saw Simon standing guard in front of the treadmill, blocking you from anyone's line of sight.
"My hero." You giggled. "Do you at least like them?"
"Yeah I fuckin' like em." He grunted, clearly upset that he had to share this view with anyone else.
Needless to say, he followed closely behind you the rest of the time you two were at the gym that night.
König-
Poor König. He'd just sat down for a peaceful breakfast and was munching on his bowl of cereal while reading the morning paper when you'd strolled in.
You'd just recently bought those viral tik tok leggings that made your backside more prominent, and you were beyond excited to gauge his reaction to them.
You strolled over to the fridge, making a show of bending down to allow König a full view of your ass.
He glanced up from his paper with a mouthful of cereal when his eyes fell on the leggings. His jaw dropped, sending the contents in his mouth pouring out on the table.
"Good morning, Kö!" You exclaimed cheerfully, whipping around to find his mouth still wide open. "Shouldn't chew with your mouth open. It's not polite."
"M-Morning M-Maus." He stuttered, finally regaining his composure. "Those are...nice."
"You think?" You asked, struggling to keep a straight face.
He nodded his head feverishly, causing you to let out the giggle you'd been holding in.
You walked over to him and grabbed his cheeks playfully before placing a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away a moment later, his cheeks burning red.
"Could you...could you maybe turn around again?"
Johnny Soap MacTavish-
The minute you saw the tik toks, you knew you had to buy the trending leggings. Your bum had never been the biggest out there, but you'd be lying if you said these leggings didn't make it look like twice its size.
You walked past your boyfriend, who was peacefully watching his show on the couch, playfully swaying your hips as you pretended to dust the TV stand.
"Steamin jesus." Johnny called out as his eyes landed on your ass. "What in the bloody hell are those?"
"Oh, these? Just some leggings I got." You shrugged your shoulders in feigned ignorance as you continued to wipe away the invisible specks of dust.
"Come here. I need to inspect them closer." He waived you over, and you obliged with a soft chuckle.
He placed his hands on either side of your waist and positioned you so your ass was directly in front of his face.
You felt his hands grab at your ass, massaging the flesh there roughly. "Yep, it's confirmed."
"What's confirmed?" You asked in reply.
"That these pants make your ass look fucking amazing, lass." Johnny said as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. His cock began to strain in his pants the longer he looked at you. "You don't know what they're doing to me."
"Why don't you show me?" You teased.
Johnny stood the second your words left your mouth and threw you over his shoulder, landing a playful smack to your ass. "Oh, I plan to."
John Price-
"Y/N, love, have you seen my..." John stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. There you were, in your brand new tik tok leggings, your ass looking more voluptuous than usual.
"Your phone? It's on the couch where you left it." You called over your shoulder as you continued to empty the dryer.
He let out a low whistle as he sauntered up to you, landing a firm slap to your ass. He felt his cock hardening in his pants as he watched the flesh jiggle from the impact.
"Forget the phone." His voice was laced with lust, and his eyes didn't leave your backside. "You look delectable."
"Like my new leggings? Got them just for you." You turned once more to throw your husband a sly smile.
"For me, huh? Trying to get my attention, are we?" He asked, pulling your frame against him. You could feel the prominent buldge of his hard on pressing into the small of your back. "It's working."
"Yeah? Figured you may like them." You moaned as he began to press soft kisses to the side of your throat.
"Oh sweetheart, I love em." He said before getting to his knees in front of you.
You braced yourself against the dryer as you felt John tug at your pants, pulling them clean off you in one fluid motion.
You could hear him chuckle darkly behind you. "Shame, think I ripped 'em. I'll have to buy you a new pair."
"DAAAAAMMMNNNNN!" His voice rang out from the kitchen entryway as he immediately caught sight of your leggings.
Kyle Gaz Garrick-
"Babe, I'm home!" Kyle called as he walked through the front door.
"In the kitchen!" You yelled back, unable to control the grin that formed on your lips. You'd just gotten the pair of tik tok leggings you'd been waiting for in the mail today, and were beyond excited for your boyfriend to see them.
"What?" You giggled, watching him practically sprint over to you.
"Those look amazing on you, holy shit babe." Kyle said, bending down to get a better look at your backside. "Go on, give me a spin."
You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from your chest, as you did as he asked, giving him a slow spin. "You like?"
"Oh babe, I love them. You'd be lucky if I ever let you take them off." The smile that lit Kyle's face was contagious.
"Shame, I was wondering if you wanted to come shower with me." You bit your lip and let your eyes rake his figure before slowly making your way to your shared bathroom.
Kyle quickly ran over to you and pulled your backside against his crotch. "Hmm, we might just have to see if these are waterproof then, won't we?"
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Hello could I request maybe Iida, Vil, and Malleus with a S/o that can hold a cup on their chest? Like they have such large chest that they can hold stuff with it. If itâs to weird I apologize.
SUMMARY: their s/o has a large chest
COMMENTS: this is kind of a different fic for me i dont usually write stuff like this SDJJSDSJ i hope i did your prompt justice!!
literally begging nobody to sexualize this please ive never written for this stuff before so idk how people react but i will Cry
If you ever need to go bra shopping, trust that Vil will be right by your side making sure you get the best bras for your size. Heâll listen to what you want and even ask attendants for you if youâre too embarrassed.
He picks out various styles for you to try, each one giving you the support you need. His advice is always helpful and to the pointâhe knows what colors and styles look best but insists that comfort is most important for his love.
If anyone makes any weird comment towards you they will be on the receiving end of Vilâs absolutely withering glare. He trusts they wonât try anything ever again, lest he have to soundly berate them into the ground.
Idia is nervous. I mean heâs nervous around everyone, sure, but it takes a lot to coax what he wants out of him even after you two have been dating for a while. He doesnât want you to change your mind or think heâs weird, so he keeps his desires to himself, but...
He wants to nap with you and rest his head on your chest. Thatâs it. He thinks you look so cozy and he confesses all of this is rushed murmurs that you quite honestly barely catch, but itâs enough to get the gist.
Itâs the best sleep of his life. He knocks out almost immediately as you run your fingers through his hair, watching over him like a guardian angel. Ever since that night, he'll âsubtlyâ try to snuggle up to you again like a scared cat, ready to jump away at any moment.
Malleus often finds himself curious, asking about your back pain and if he can do anything to help. You may have it covered, and itâs that's the case heâs delighted, but if you donât he gets serious very quickly.
Thatâs his love weâre talking about, and his love should not endure any pain, much less alone! And so he offers to make it go away with his magic. It would be in your best interest to ask what he intends to do...you may not like it.
At the end of day heâs very protective of you too (as always.) Heâs heard about things people said to you back in your world that made you uncomfortable, so he keeps an eye out for those types. Heâll strike them down, donât worry. <3
#auburn's fics <3#i tried my best sobs#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twst#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x reader#vil schoenheit fluff#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader#idia shroud fluff#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x reader#malleus draconia fluff#vil x reader#idia x reader#malleus x reader
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Synopsis: Cove is already pretty clingy. But you wearing his clothes drives him crazy. (NSFW drabble)
: ÌÌâ Featured Characters: Cove Holden x Gn!Reader
ÌÌâ Content Warnings: Minor possessive talk, mostly he's just a clingy loser.
ÌÌâ Â Additional notes: A finished post? My word! Finally putting my near 400 our life hours to use. I hope to post more soon. Leave me some requests for ideas if you'd like!
Nobody you know would call Cove possessive. He's beyond secure in your relationship by now, you've known each other for years upon years. Nobody on earth could even attempt to take his place in your life.
He sulks a little when something or someone steals your attention away for a long time. Jokingly complains about your coworkers getting to see more of you then he does when long hours keep you away from each other.
He's clingy, certainly. Spoiled? Absolutely. But possessive? He couldn't be. Well... That's not quite true. Cove would be lying if there wasn't a small, carnal part of him, deep deep down, that absolutely adored you belonging to him, and him to you in turn.
The feelings oh so rarely rear their ugly head, he almost forgets they're there at all. Until he sees you draped across the couch on a lazy Sunday morning, bundled up in his pajamas. Wearing his clothes has always done something insatiable to him, no matter the size difference. Whether his shirt pools around your tummy or hugs your waist tight, his cock pulses with a dreadful, needy rhythm.
You have to be aware. Right? Of course you know what it does to him. Every moment with you is heavenly, but you have to have noticed the way he squirms every time you stretch back and his shirt dips and pulls. You have to have noticed the way he fucks you far too energetically for a lazy morning, groping your chest through the soft material of the t-shirt. Surely, surely you've realized he all too often "forgets" to put your laundry in the washing machine with his own, lending you his clothes out of the lustful kindness of his heart? Whether you know what it does to him or not hardly matters, because Cove is there within moments, curling up beside you on the couch. Pressing his face against your neck, his long fingers tracing the slope of your thigh. "Cove?" You ask sweetly, putting whatever it was you were doing aside. "Do you need something?"
God he loves it when you say his name. The needy ache in him only gets worse, he tries to push your bodies flush together, almost grinding the tent in his pants against your hip. He's never been the best at initiating sex, his mind gets so hazy and the words don't come to his lips.
Not that he always minds, he hardly knows what to say ever, and there are much better uses for his mouth. Like now, as he presses gentle kisses to your neck in place of answering. He toys with the idea of nipping at the sweet skin there, leaving a little mark for later. But he's already so restless seeing a bruise he left marking you as his might have him cumming in his pants, and he really can't do that again.
"My love," You purr, and a sharp shock of want pierces through him. He bucks his hips against you, desperate. "Use your words. What do you want?" What does he want? To bend you over the sofa and fuck you senseless, possibly. To burn all the other clothes on the planet so you always have to prance around in his pjs. To make you cum over and over until you're as restless and needy as he feels. But mostly importantly, most senselessly.
"I want you."
#our life#our life beginnings & always#cove holden#cove holden x reader#cove our life#cove x reader#cove x mc#olba#cove holden x you#cove holden x mc#replaying our life for the 17th-ish time and i had. ideas#ty cove for making me write again
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á° DICK THEORIES .á [ àŒ NARUTO EDITION àŒ ]
â ft. itachi & neji â
master list
àŒ á àŒ itachi àŒ á àŒ [heâs got a monster hiding in his briefs.]
Itachiâs a sweetheart, even if his cockâs as thick as a coke can.
Itâs absolutely a well kept secret. Heâs never been one to sleep with tons of people, and, luckily, the other women whoâve managed to fit him are respectful enough not to kiss and tell.
Sure, heâd changed around other men several different times, and heâd visited onsens before, but nobody commented on it. The ones whoâd teased him in good nature were his close friends, and thatâs only if they managed to catch a peak while he was changing.
The first time youâre tangled in Itachiâs sheets, yanking his briefs down while he looms over you, youâre genuinely shocked at the size of his cock as it bobs free and sticks straight out. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting to your hairline, and a brief burst of fear rises to the surface.
Itachi retreats to sit on his calves, worrying at his bottom lip as his features pinch in concern.
âIs itâŠis it too much, my love?â He asks softly. You reluctantly tear your gaze away from below his pelvis, chest clenching at the unsure expression he now wears.
You push up into a sitting position, reaching out and lightly trace your fingers along the pink, soft, uncut skin of his shaft. You love how his breath catches and his cock twitches. âNo, itâs â itâs more than okay, Itachi. It just surprised me is all, Iâve never been with someone so big. Itâll take some work to fit you inside.â
Itachiâs cheeks flush a rosy color, shooting you a shy smile. He places a hand to your chest and pushes gently until your back hits the mattress once again. âI wonât let it hurt, I promise sweetheart. Iâll make you feel so amazing your pretty little head will fill with cotton.â
He goes above and beyond, letting his slender fingers and warm tongue bring you to the edge more than once before he decides youâre ready.
Itachi rocks his hips shallowly, inching himself into your pussy, and a jolt of pain flares up your spine when heâs about halfway. He allows you a few deep breaths before he continues to apply pressure until youâre stuffed full. You whimper, pelvis aching when you shift your weight.
Itachi laces your fingers together and plants them by your head, resting his forehead on yours. âSuch a good girl, such a sweet girl, all for me,â he coos.
And when Itachi finally does fully roll his hips, all your thoughts vanish. The all encompassing, pussy splitting stretch is brand new to you, and your orgasm swells to a breaking point within the first few thrusts. The heat is overwhelming and holy. fucking. shit. Itâs insanely good.
Itachiâs got you addicted to his cock before the night ends.
àŒ á àŒ neji àŒ á àŒ [heâs the perfect size.]
Nejiâs cock is the perfect amount of thick, but heâs a bit longer than average. Itâs the kind of dick that youâd happily beg for over and over, because itâs incredible.
He is, however, a bit more stuck up when it comes to sex. So much like Itachi, youâre not privy to what his dick is like before you get in his bed. Any other girl heâs slept with has kept their lips sealed in fear of Nejiâs wrath should they gossip about him.
Despite how it irritates you, you get it. You wouldnât want to be on the bad side of the Hyuga clan either.
The first time you have sex with Neji, youâre relieved at the sight of his dick, as odd as that may be. You were a tiny bit worried heâd be too small, but heâs not at all.
Neji wears a smug smile when you voice your thoughts, lids lowering as your fingers curl around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly.
âI take it youâre pleased with what you see, pretty girl?â Neji pushes your thighs apart and settles in between them as he speaks, hands finding your hips and yanking until your ass rests on the tops of his thighs.
Your breath catches at the harsh movement, fisting the sheets to steady yourself. âDefinitely,â you murmur distractedly, staring with no small amount of heat at the way Nejiâs cock curves up towards his belly.
You tuck away the desire to suck him off for another time.
Neji laughs in amusement, readjusting his stance and tilting your hips up until heâs able to line himself up with you. He slides in with such ease, pussy fitting him like a glove. Neji tilts his head back and moans, sliding his hands up and gripping your waist tightly.
You choke on your next breath, digging your nails into his forearms, eyes wide as you blink up at him. Neji brings his head back up, glancing down to where heâs disappeared, and a low moan spills from his mouth.
Nejiâs impatient hips draw back and push forward smoothly, starting slow so you can both savor the hot, slick drag of his cock.
âFeels so good Neji,â you say with a sigh. Pretty purple eyes lock with yours and he bites his lip.
âWant it faster baby?â He asks playfully, picking up the pace until you inhale sharply when he hits your g-spot.
You nod eagerly, the base of your skull digging into the mattress. âFuck, yes Neji, faster please!â
He pants softly, focusing intently on keeping up the rough pace heâs set. âAnything your heart desires, pretty girl.â
You take Nejiâs cock again and again, and then one more time before you both agree to call it quits for the night.
#itachi x reader#itachi uchiha smut#itachi uchiha x reader#itachi smut#neji hyuga x reader#neji x reader#neji hyuga#naruto x reader#naruto smut#itachi x you#itachi headcanons#uchiha itachi x reader#itachi uchiha x you#itachi uchiha
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I'm coming in with another thought about Matsukawa cus he lives in a penthouse in my brain and bro is not moving out any time soon
he did not truely grasp how big his meat was until he lost his virginity
sure he's not dumb he knew it was definitely something but not until he got a girl in bed did he realize his shtick was built different
and lemme say that did more than just inflate his ego, he was a changed man
And doesn't just slang it all willy nilly and expect his size to do all the work, he learned the motion of the ocean and was a certified sex god from that point forwardâŒ
Not just cocky for cockys sake, he promises a good time and sure as hell lays it tf down toođŒ
On a similar note can I ask how you think all the seijoh 4 first times went? when? how? what do you think?
oh i definitely fuck with this thought, anon. he's not cocky just because he can be cocky, but it's because he knows he can be cocky. matsukawa isn't like those annoying mfs that are cocky because they think they're the shit. he is the shit. after that encounter where he lost his virginity, he became a god and nobody could stop him no more.
now, here is how i think seijoh 4z first time went ( with reader ) â
oikawa had his first time at a party. since he's very popular, he gets invited to parties often. i feel like he def had no idea as to what the fuck to do, but i mean, you're not bound to knows when it's your first time, right? he was really excited about it, though, and spoiler: he came really fast! we understand, king. hormones are everywhere, there's a rush that's hard to ignore, its a first time sensation, how could he hold back? he had a round two after that because he reached his own high, but reader didn't even get to enjoy theirs, and let me tell you. his second orgasm hit him ten times harder. i know this messed up with his ego so he's been participating in every no nut november like a loser because he says it will help him last longer (it really doesn't).
mattsun had a pretty decent first time with a date, and it went absolutely amazing for both of them. the amount of stamina this guy has is insane. they met on a dating app, both of their profiles specifying that they didn't want anything serious, much rather looking for a quick hook-up. it was then when matsukawa realized his cock was in fact not your average dick. the fact that his huge buddy could make someone cry in pain fascinated him. my guy has morals so he held back so reader could adjust but god was his ego over the roof. ever since then, mattsun proudly carries a weapon between his legs.
makki had his first time in a damn club HANDS DOWN. unlike oikawa, who had the commodity of a (strangers) bed, hanamaki went at it in a bathroom. oh yeah. ngl i feel like he's a sucker for head, so they went with that first! he loved it, btw. lasted quite long but not too long, iykwim. then he proceeded to fuck reader on the sink. some clubs tend to have full body mirrors and my gut is telling this mf had a second round but this time full view on said mirror. the ones above the sink weren't it for him. out of the 4, i personally think makki is the most experienced. he knew what he was doing the moment they walked into that bathroom. if you're wondering, they waited for it to empty out and locked the doors and didn't let anyone in for a good two hours, teehee.
this one may be a little too biased because i love iwaizumi a little too much, and in my eyes, he's a gentleman. unlike the other 3, iwa had his first time with someone he was in a stablished relationship with at the time. it was actually quite romantic and beautiful and SIKE. hajime had his first time in the lockers. stressed from dealing with oikawa and his annoying fangirls, mattsun and makki holding him back from beating the shit out of his best friend, and just built up stress from other things. he was over it. the stablished relationship part is true. he asked reader to meet in the lockers a little earlier than the time practice usually ends because he heard from others (mattsun) that sex was a good stress reliever. by the way, iwaizumi was the last to lose his virginity. the gentleman part was also true because despite being someone who doesn't speak his mind outloud, my man still had the courage to confidently ask reader if they could do the deed right there and then. tbh i feel like he likes his privacy, and i mean, anyone could walk in any second, so they both went with the showers. great experience if you ask him, but he would NOT do it in an open space like that ever again.
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first || barcelona x teen!reader ||
you score your first club goal.
months of hard work had finally seemed to pay off. you were grateful for the opportunity to just wear the barcelona colors officially, but it was nice to not just come to practice. it was a huge deal for you to finally be on the sub list. you had been waiting all season for this moment, and while it wasn't a start, it was definitely a big step for you.
"are you cold?" alexia asked as she placed a hand on your knee. you had been bouncing your knee from the moment that you sat down on the bench. nearly 60 minutes into the game, and it hadn't stopped. a few of the other girls thought it was sort of funny, especially since you had been a bundle of nerves on the bus.
"no, just restless. do you think that jona will really sub me in?" you asked hopefully. alexia nodded, knowing that they'd need you soon. there wasn't a lot of time left in the game, but quite a few of the girls were looking a little sluggish. there had been quite a few games in fairly rapid succession to each other.
"here, why don't you warm up a bit, okay?" alexia suggested. you got up from your seat immediately. alexia watched as you stretched and moved around to get the blood flowing throughout your body. jona pulled both you and alexia off of the bench to replace lucy and keira.
playing in the backline was still very new for you. whenever you had been signed, the team put you in the midfield. it was where you had always been, but over the course of the season, you had proven your defensive prowess.
in all honesty, you were sure that they deemed you too clumsy to be an attacking player. your size made you formidible, and if they could keep your movement limited, nobody would know how easy it was to get you to trip over your own two feet. that was the game plan, and you could only hope that by the time that the next season rolled around, you moved a bit more fluidly with your extra lank.
"ready for your first corner?" ona asked as she put her hand on your back. you smiled down at the older player and nodded. corners were always your favorite part of practice. it was one of the rare times that they let you play things forward.
"watch out, it's going straight for you," alexia warned you. she disguised it as a quick hug, something that nobody thought anything of. everybody had seen her being affectionate with you on social media, often treating you as if you were her baby sister. in a lot of ways, you felt like the team's baby sister, each one of those girls protecting you like you were one of their own.
the ball was crossed over beautifully directly towards you. jumping up, you were able to get a head on it well before anybody else. you couldn't see it going into the net since you had closed your eyes when you came up, but you could hear the crowd going absolutely wild. you just barely managed to land steadily on your feet, only to be knocked over by your teammates seconds later.
barcelona was up, over two goals ahead of your opponents when your header made it three. still, this was your very first goal in your very first game. to score on your debut was a dream come true, one that you thought wouldn't happen when jona told you where you'd be playing for the season. however, as you felt several bodies crash excitedly into yours, you realized exactly what happened.
there wasn't enough time for the other team to score, much less even things out. the final whistle blew, and you found yourself gravitating over towards the bench. all of the adrenaline was catching up to you, and a part of you felt tired. you had barely played at all, but the excitement from your goal mixed with your anxiety to threaten to knock you on your ass for the day.
"hey, don't fall asleep on me superstar. we're having a whole party in your honor for that one," patri said. she grabbed onto your chin and peppered your cheek in kisses. jana mirrored her, both women laughing as you tried to shove them away. it seemed like everybody took after the two of them and crowded around you.
"nice header baby bird," pina complimented you. you shook your head at the nickname. you didn't know what to do with all the attention as it started to get a bit overwhelming.
"walk with me," frido said as she reached her hand towards you. a couple of the girls tried to follow, but they shrunk back at the glare they got from the older player. "that was a good goal you had out there, and i saw that tackle. you're playing a lot better than you were at first."
"thank you, the extra practice has been paying off," you told her. frido was glad to hear it. she knew how hard it was for you to be so far away from home while playing in spain. spain was a lot different from norway, but you had ingrid to look out for you. and if ingrid was indisposed for any reason, frido was there by your side.
today, ingrid was with mapi for an appointment. it was supposed to be mapi's last one before she could test for her clearance. you had wanted to go with them, but it was because of ingrid's absence that jona had called you in as a sub in the first place. they had promised to call you after the game, but you weren't sure how long after it would be. mapi wasn't sure how long her appointment would take, and ingrid had planned on taking mapi out on a date after.
"i know that you wanted them here," frido said. you shrugged it off, knowing that sometimes it was better to be mature about not getting what you wanted. you were more than a little hurt that both mapi and ingrid, who had become like your mothers, were missing this game, but you understood. they couldn't be there for everything, and one day, you knew that they wouldn't be there at all for you.
"it would have been nice for them to see me score that goal, but i have all of you here too. you're just as much my family, and part of my journey as they are." you felt frido pull you into a hug, holding you tightly in her arms. she led you to the locker room, allowing for you to get your shower in before everybody else came in. it was nice to get hot water for once, the other players claiming seniority whenever it came to showering most of the time.
their celebrations for you continued onto the bus, even as you sat with alexia, who was taking you in for the night. she let you fall asleep on her shoulder, shushing your teammates whenever they'd get too rowdy. sandra carried you off of the bus and to alexia's car when you got back to barcelona, allowing for you to sleep all the way to alexia's house. you were groggy as you followed her inside, but quickly woke right back up at the sight of alexia's sister sitting on the couch with olga, the two of them quick to congratulate you.
"i am going to go get us a snack. mapi wanted me to let you know that she saw your tackle earlier, and she was very impressed," alexia said. she pressed a kiss to your forehead as she passed where you settled back on her couch.
"i am sure that she is. mapi taught me how to do that after all," you laughed. alexia rolled her eyes, having had to read through several texts of mapi being insufferable about having "taught you the most important skills" since you had joined the team. alexia thought that it was bullshit, that you had learned much more than just what mapi had taught you, but she kept quiet and allowed for her friend to have her moment.
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I feel like Sev is a total dad in that any time she gets into an argument with one of The Kids (tm), she will absolutely never verbally apologize. She will, however, appear with ten crates of a fruit that they mentioned they liked approximately one time in passing or just randomly decide to take them somewhere fun. Just randomlyâŠTotally not because she feels bad or anythingâŠ
AD:FAS:DF:ASJDF this is so sweet okay
men and minors dni
it's easier for her to apologize to isha.
the kid's so tiny, and her big gold eyes are so cute, and she doesn't have much ...history... with isha-- so when she accidentally steps on isha's fingers, or eats the leftovers isha was saving for herself in the fridge, or farts when isha's standing right behind her-- a quick "oh, my bad, isha" or "sorry, kiddo" slip off her tongue easily.
of course, this doesn't change the fact that she'll feel guilty as hell for the rest of the day and spoil isha endlessly. but still, it's a little easier for her to actually say sorry when it's baby isha.
it's different with jinx.
for one thing... jinx talks. and jinx talks back. sevika's good at a lot of things, but quick comebacks are not her strong suit. usually, she gets flustered and gruffs out a 'shut the fuck up' which leads to an even bigger argument.
for another thing, jinx and sevika have been squabbling for years. and sometimes those squabbles were... intense, to say the least. the recent familial feelings sevika and jinx have formed for each other have not always existed.
so... it's a little harder for sevika to apologize to her.
she always knows when she's gone too far. she's incredibly intuitive, she's able to read jinx's micro-expressions like an open book. so it's not like she needs help in realizing her mistakes.
it's just the apologizing for it that's hard for her.
about three months into the girls moving in with you, jinx and sevika get into their first real fight as family.
you and isha watch with cringes as they both fling insults and soft objects at each other-- fighting in the way people fight only when they've known each other forever.
it ends with jinx fleeing to her room and sevika reaching for her emergency cigarette stash. she only allows herself a pack a year, so you know she feels horrible when she grabs two.
isha rushes to comfort jinx. you rush to comfort your wife.
"you alright?" you ask as you step onto the back porch. sevika just shrugs.
"i'll get over it. she'll get over it." she mumbles. you wrap an arm around her shoulders, and sevika groans. "shit, i feel so bad. i shouldn't lose my shit with her like that anymore."
"...probably not." you hesitantly agree. sevika huffs and elbows you, and you just kiss her cheek. "but mistakes are alright, babe. we're still learning. both of us. yesterday i caught isha playing with one of our vibrators. she was using it as a mini bazooka in her game of doll wars--" sevika cuts you off with a burst of surprised laughter, and you smile. "point is we're figuring it out as we're going. and nobody's bleeding, so i'd count that as a win."
sevika sighs and agrees with you, stubbing out her cigarette and kissing you soundly.
you think that's the end of it until you're at the store with jinx the next day.
"did sevika say anything to you about... like... robbing a convience store or something?" jinx asks. you blink.
"what?"
jinx shrugs. "this morning she woke me up by shoving, like, an industrial sized box of flamers onto my bed. like fifty pounds of flamers!" jinx giggles. you smile. that explains her and isha's red stained mouths this morning-- and why sevika was out so late last night. "so i dunno. i'm just trying to figure out where she got 'em from."
"she bought them, jinx. she's saying sorry to you."
"...sorry for what?" she asks.
"for the fight you got in last night!" you giggle.
jinx blinks again, like she's never been apologized to before. it's likely that she hasn't. you sigh and wrap an arm around her shoulder. "...sevika's never apologized to me before." she says. you nod. "at least, not without silco threatening her job, or something."
"you weren't her kid back then." you say.
a smile ticks up at the corner of her mouth, and jinx giggles.
"why didn't she just say 'sorry?' she musta spent at least a hundred on that box--"
"she's not the best with her words, jinx, you know this." you say with a laugh. jinx cackles and nods.
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Can you write a Terry one shot in which him and reader have a pregnancy scare? Like at one point the condom broke but they were both too into it to realize or stop. They're fwb and after it's revealed she isn't pregnant, they admit they have romantic feelings and maybe eventually having a family together wouldn't be a bad idea. Then jokingly Terry says let's go back to practicing lmao. I guess it's smut then angst and ends with fluff (or more smut if you like lmao)
ooh sistah you ate with this request, ngl i finished it 2 days ago but couldnt find your anon ask but here we go:
Debrief: Terry shows you hes a man in every sense of the word, from how he fucks to how he cares about you.
Hennessy was probably thee worst alcohol you could drink with terry. Now he was a military man and they can drink anybody under the table time and time again but something about the dark cognac turned him into an absolute monster that man wanted nothing more than to claim you on every surface from his apartment to yours across the hall. Your body was marked from neck to ankle in bites and hickeys Terry claiming that you were all his and making sure anybody that saw you knew.
âShow me its your babyâ he moans with a fucked out expression as you ride his dick feeling full to the brim. His green eyes dark with lust as he watches you never dropping eye contact obsessed with the glossed over look in your eyes.Â
âCome on baby girl you can do better thanâ fuckâ he moans when you get up on your tip toes and tighten a hand around his throat yeah yall were both gone off the henny. The squelching sound getting louder as his thumb comes down to rub your clit and you swear you see his pupils turn into hearts at the sound.
âTell me its mine and stop fucking playing with meâ you snap riding faster as your own hand comes down to play with his balls that were already drenched in your juices and he smirks leaning forward so his forehead is against yours.
âOooh feeling bold huh? You know better than talking to me like thatâ he threatens spanking your clit but it does that opposite and instead turns you up making you ride harder and faster pulling matching groans from the both of you.Â
âThis shit is mineâ you moan out and it was suppose to be a statement but the way his tip was kissing your cervix you knew it was a loosing battle but he loved watching you fight back that turned him on more than anything.
âEarth to you bitch, clock back in and tell me what bathing suit you think i should wearâ your bestfriend huffs snapping her fingers in your face and you playfully push her hand away before looking at the outfit options she had laid out on your bed. The same one that he had you laid out on. You couldnt even help the sex flashbacks it was just something about fucking that man that had your brain turn to mush even days later.
âGirl this shit is floss, if you dont pick out something in your actual sizeâ you laugh holding up one of the thongs helping her get ready for her pool party that absolutely nobody was going to be swimming at. She shoots you a playful look as she snatches the bright pink bottoms from your hand.
âLet me just try it on and show youâ she tells you before running back to the bathroom and you let your mind wander again leaning up against the vanity chair her makeup flat iron and hair tools splayed around. Your eyes catch yourself in your floor to ceiling mirror that you had him carry up a week ago when it finally came in the mail.
âIts yours! F-fuck dont stop baby dont nghhh dont stopâ he moans his lips finding a empty spot on your neck to leave another hickey. His hand on your hip tightens as you throw your ass back on him matching his thrust like yall were trying to out fuck another you couldnt even tell how many times yall came let alone you did just that your legs were soaked down to your knees.
Watching him through the mirror you cant help but to admire how fine he looks as his head rolls back and his bottom lip is in between his teeth, from the way his abs clench to his muscles flexing when he raises his arm to take another shot from the bottle giving you the most demonic smirk.Â
His left hand wraps around your neck pulling you up so your back is against his chest head tilted up squeezing your cheeks to open your mouth before spitting the shot in your mouth fucked out expression turning soft when he watches you swallow.
âShit, its yoursâ he slurs kissing down your neck pushing your hand out the way so he could play with your clit himself. âAnd this is mineâ
For yall to only be friends who fuck from time to time yall loved to play the possesion game. Marking another up, claiming another during sex even right now fucking without a condom was crazy.
âShit youre so tight, just for me so fucking perfectâ he starts rambling and you know hes close everytime he was he would start with his pussy drunk confessions and while it absolutely turned you on it also hurdled you into an orgasm. Your body was starting to feel weak, muscles aching and pussy sensitive. He lets out another groan when you clench your core basically Milking him.
âFuck fuck fuck im bout toââ he starts and the henny completely takes over like two evil little demons on your shoulder filling you with wicked whispers in your ears except the demon is you. Terry is confused when you twist in his arms and you're on your back until your legs wrap around his waist pulling him back into you.Â
âYou going to cum for me daddy? Your dick feels so good when you fuck me like this. Feel so fullâ oh and does that unlock something in him, you NEVER spoke like this. Atleast not by this point you were too fucked out and only able to let out high pitched whines and moans.
âYou are so fucking fine i love watching you, love the way your skin feels against mine, love hearing you moan for me. Love your bodyâ you moan as you fingers trail over his arms slowly pulling him closer watching the way his eyes roll back. Oh you were talking TALKING. He was so far gone he doesnt hear anything else only feels the tight warmth of you wetness and the consistant thump of your thrust his head finding your shoulder.
Its only when your nails begin dragging down his back causing him to shudder a deeper thrust in you that has you fall just as far as he did and your legs tighten around his hips pulling him so much closer to you to whisper in his ear.
âCum in me daddyâ
âOk im wearing this, i just wish you werent on your period so you could come with us tonightâ your bestfriend returns with a bathing suit top jean shorts and heels. She definitely looked like a baddieâ
Hold on, you werent on your period. Now that you think about it you were suppose to come on two days ago.
Oh fuck.
OOOOOH FUCK.
You donât want your bestfriend to worry, or panic or miss out on the party especially since she spent so much time, effort and money so you nod with a fake pout but adjusting her bikini bottom straps to stick out the top of her shorts.
âIf you have to represent us i need your foot on the hoes necksâ
Standing in the cvs aisle you look at all the different pregnancy test, this was your fourth time in this aisle you had a different brand pregnancy test for each time you walked down already and a bottle of water.Â
What you don't expect is to hear your name being called from behind you and you know that voice you know its the man who's very fault is the reason why you're in this aisle.
âNot right now, i'm not in the moodâ you snap looking over the boxes again and again until he steps up behind you watching the nervousness build on you. Your hand was already shaking so any question he had died on his lips the moment he realized this was for you and not anybody else.
âSo you wasn't going to call me?â He ask taking the four boxes from your hand and throwing it in his basket with the two boxes of condoms he originally came in for. That was a stupid question, you were already here with your own thoughts brewing of course you werenât going to call him.
âWhy didnât you call me, you know weâre friends above anythingâ he tells you looking down at you and you avoid eye contact. That was why; yall was just friends⊠that fucked. You didnât want to face reality with him and have that conversation. Didnât want to do the whole coparenting thing never seen that for yourself you wanted a family not wanting a broken home. You were pro choice butâ damn your thought process hadnât even made it this far.Â
You felt nauseous.
âHey hey hey breathe for me, it's going to be okay. We're going to be okayâ he promises, kissing your forehead and holding your face in his hands, his eyes flickering down to your lips so fast you swear you imagined it.Â
âLet's just see what it says first okay?â And he waited for you to agree, pulling you into a safe hug, his natural cinnamon scent enveloping you and you never wanted to leave his arms. âLet's be where our feet are, no worrying about the futureâ
Biting your nails as you sit on the couch your feet tucked under you in silence as every single thought runs through your head of what the outcome is. Hoping for the best, prepare for the worst.
Terry sits next to you, arms resting behind his head and sits in silence as the two of you wait for results though unaware to you, the silence is killing him.
âIs this the part where we talk about baby names?â He asks not expecting your mean glare but it only makes him chuckle. He pulls your feet from under you and into his lap massaging your calves watching the way you physically relax.
âTerry this is serious, i'm scaredâ you finally admit biting at your nails only stopping when his large hands pull yours into his he looks like heâs about to confess but the timer goes off sending you flying to the Bathroom.
Negative.
Negative.
Inconclusive.
Negative.
âSo are we having twins?â He ask coming around the corner looking at you through the mirror, just like he did last week and that's what got yall in this position in the first place. Wait, twins?
Hold on⊠We?!
You don't realize you spoke out loud until he begins speaking again eyes never leaving you.
âYes we, i don't really think me being a single dad of twin girls would be easy so weâ he tells you pulling your hand so he could see the negative results before looking back at your face. You are completely lost for words because what? Had he been hoping for positive results? the fact that even if you wanted to bail he didnât.
âYou wanna be a girl dad?â You finally get out eyes lighting up and he chuckles at your expression picking you up, his muscles flexing up against you as he carries you out the bathroom back to the living room.
âHaving 1 or 2 mini versions of you running around in a big yard with a nice house close enough to the city so they could go to a good school i'm thinking private schoolââ he starts to ramble and you start to feel like the lady who has all the equations floating around her head because how did yall get here?
âWaitâ you blink rapidly before looking up at him, a small smile coming to your lips even though you're still confused.
âI can't see you driving a minivan though maybe those bmw sedans in all black. They are not reliable cars but you a lil boujee so iâll take care of it for yoh and you so fake stubborn but thats okay just one of the things that made me love you hopefully our daughters don't have that though and just come straight to me. You think they'llââ his words are cut off when you place a hand over his mouth stopping him and his eyes drop down to your tiny figure in his lap.
Twins? Yard? Big house? Bmw coupe? Well that actually sounded nice? Wait he was speaking so fast your mind was a real soup sandwich after that.
âYou love me?â You ask, face scrunched up, not just letting that slide by. You can feel his smirk under your hands and honestly you aren't ready to move them because you're scared for him to repeat that. Your insides were bursting, heart racing and breathing heavierâ more nervous than before finding out the results of the pregnancy test.
He can tell you're trying to process and this may be one of the only times he ever shuts you up with his words. You had a slick tongue and never let him have the last word.
Pulling your hands down from his mouth so he can fully confess he holds your hands against his chest making sure to keep eye contact.
TWINS?!
âYes, i love youâ he kisses the back of your hands waiting for you to respond. Its not like he told you he just liked you or something nah love was a big thing and maybe it was his fault for this whole friends with benefits situation anyway but he wanted more. He wanted you.Â
âYou don't gotta say it back just yet but i would like to at least take you out on a date. If you couldn't tell i want you and everything that comes with you⊠whatever comes with youâ Terry gives you that lopsided ass grin shocked when you press your lips against his but he wastes no time kissing back softly. His hands find your face as your lips move against another. Just another thing that turns you into a bigger puddle than you already were.
âWait twins?â You pull back and he smiles at nothing laying back pulling you down to his chest using the throw on the back to pull over you so youre warm.
âOr 10, we can actually start practicing right nowâ he casually shrugs making you sit up grabbing his attention.Â
âIm not pushing out ten fucking kids terryâ you laugh laying back on his chest pushing your hands up his shirt to feel his warm skin choosing to purpousely ignore his comment about practicing now.
âAlright fine 6â he sucks his teeth as if he was the one that had to push out kids and you shoot him a playful glare.
âHow we go from twins to 6, you was pushing it with twinsâ you laugh so hard your vision blurs from the tears building because he was funny as hell if he thought you were pushing out more than 3.
âSo is that a no on twins?â He ask as if you can decide if you have twins or not, hes so hellbent on it though you start to actually consider the thought.
âI would like to be married and have a house firstâ You tell him realistically. Before you have kids you want to be stable and want to have somewhere to have them. Anything built on a rocky foundation is doomed to crumble and you wouldn't set your future let alone your kids up like that. They need a stable and loving environment.
âSilver or gold?â He ask referencing what type of ring you would like before taking note of the tennis chain On your neck with the matching anklet. He doesn't wait for your answer either⊠he already knew. Just like he knew you'd be confused by him asking that.
âYou haven't figured it out by now that i'm crazy about you? You can have anything you want from me all you gotta do is askâ
âTell me you love me againâ
yall omfg imagine terry as a girl dad!! Of twins! Yall think he would be super overprotective and ready to kill or a pushover for them or both? Damn now i kinda wanna write him as a dadđ„č
lmfao bitch imagine having a pregnancy scare and he keeps talking about having twins bro id deadass never get pass that
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I'm experimenting with different needles for embroidery recently and decided to make it everyone's problem, so here is:
Opinions on sewing needles nobody asked for by Occamy.
From left to right:
Typical nickel-plated sewing needle.
PONY black chenille needle without nickel, size 22
PONY gold plated chenille needle, size 24
DMC gold plated embroidery needle with round tip, size 22
No 1:
I probably inherited that one from my grandma's sewing kits or something. It's one of those needles you can get in any store, good for sewing absolutely anything. It's biggest issue is... I destroyed it with my fingers. It's probably something about the sweat or such, but you can probably see how satine and dark it is in the middle where it has contact with the skin. This causes the needle to go through fabric with more traction and is frankly just irritating. And it's the only reason why I started looking for an alternative, because - and it is true - I went through three needles just embroidering the wizard's tower. If it wasn't for my toxic skin I wouldn't even think of looking for a new needle đ«Ł
No.2
I got excited both by "no nickel" and how smexy goth it looks like. Unfortunately, it's satine and plainly uncomfortable to hold from the very start, so it was a big NO immediately. Pity, I really like how it looks.
No.3
Used it for about three days and I think it actually gives me some sort of allergies. That or it's a huge coincidence that my fingertips on my dominant right hand got suddenly very dry and scratchy. Other than that, the very top of the needle (above the eye) is surprisingly sharp and uncomfortable to push through the fabric in the long run. So, again, a no from me.
No.4
So far the best of them. It's pleasantly smooth and the top is a bit more rounded than no.3, so it's easier on the fingers. The only downside is the round tip - it is possible to embroider through jeans and canvas (as I do right now), but it's not comfortable. I'm already waiting for next delivery with a few more DMC variants to check on, so expect an update in a couple days.
It's worth noting that bigger eyes of 2, 3 and 4 make it much easier to thread them, but I personally don't bother much with that - I'm actually enjoying the challenge of threading needles xD
That's it, that's me rambling about needles. Nobody asked for this, but, you know.
I hope you relate đ«Ł
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This is based on this ask.
Coryo is a hands on dad in this. (Thank God, since he was a real piece of shit in the last daddy!Coriolanus one shot)
Everyone says that pregnancy is a beautiful experience. Women are supposed to look radiant and glowing as they're round with the new life they're growing inside of them.
What nobody tells you is that your feet and ankles swell, your back aches, you pee more than a race horse, you balloon into the size of a beluga whale, and your mood swings are all over the place because of the pregnancy hormones. Oh, and you crave the weirdest things.
Nope, people don't tell you that. You had to learn that the hard way. At least you had your husband by your side during everything.
Coriolanus is a very busy man, being the youngest President of Panem, but he always made time in his busy schedule for you. To check in on you and make sure you were okay. After all, it's his fault you're in the condition you're in.
OkayâŠ
WellâŠ
You both agreed to try for a baby during the honeymoon, so it technically wasn't his fault you're big and miserable right now.
Honestly, Coriolanus had baby fever and replaced your birth control pills with sugar pills a month or so before the wedding, so you were bound to get pregnant right away.
Anyways, you're currently so big that you can't do anything by yourself. Hell, you can barely even walk anymore. You're practically waddling like a duck.
And you're so emotional. You've been crying at the drop of a hat lately. Anything, literally anything, can put you into a crying drag. It was emotionally exhausting.
Your husband, the president, was surprisingly supportive of you. He doted on you. Even when you were complaining about being uncomfortable or crying your eyes out for the umpteenth time, Coryo was right by your side trying to comfort you.
Despite his cold, calculated, stoic nature that everyone saw, he was soft and loving towards you. But only you.
Because he loves you more than anything in this world.
Despite vowing to never let himself fall in love again, when you became his personal secretary when he was Senator Snow he fell for you.
It was hard not to. Your beauty paired with your personality was hard for him to resist.
So, he broke a promise to himself that he made at 18 or 19 years old. But, when it comes to love it just happens. Vowing to never fall in love's a foolish notion because one can't control who they fall in love with.
It just happens.
But, unfortunately, when he fell in love with you it wasn't when you were available. You had a long time boyfriend. And since Coriolanus wanted you to be his, he got rid of your boyfriend.
Permanently.
With poison.
And then a few months after your boyfriend was out of the picture, Coriolanus wooed you. He asked you out with pretty words and a single white rose. Of course you accepted.
Then, when he was campaigning to become Panem's youngest president, he proposed. And after he won the election, becoming President Snow, he married you; made you his First Lady Snow.
And now you're about to become a mother, another thing he had a hand in the making of.
The only problem was that your due dateâs come and gone.
And you feel absolutely miserable.
âDarling, I just got off the phone with Dr. Wellock about your situation of being overdue.â Your husband, Coryo, announced as he walked into the sunroom room you were lounging in.
âWhat did he say?â You asked as the platinum blonde made his way over to your side.
âHe says that an induction isn't done until the expecting mother is anywhere between 10-12 days overdue.â He said, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.
âSo that means I have at least 5 more days of feeling miserable?â You asked, feeling tears begin to well up.
âUnfortunately, yes, my darling rose.â Coryo told you while wrapping an arm around you. Pulling you into his chest, he said, âThe doctor gave me a list of things that can help to induce you naturally.â Rubbing your lower back, knowing that it was bothering you lately, you husband told you, âI'm having the kitchen staff cook the foods that'll help naturally induce you, Y/N.â
Coryo was a godsend. He was looking after you when he should be busy running the country. He didn't have an easy job.
He was the President of Panem.
And here he was catering to you. Offering you comfort and gentle reassurances during your difficult time of being overdue and feeling uncomfortable.
Suddenly, you felt overwhelmed. Felt like a burdened. And, before you could even control yourself, you started to cry into your husband's chest.
âWhat's wrong, little dove?â Coriolanus asked, threading his long fingers thru your hair, trying to soothe you.
âI feel bad that you're here with me instead of running the country. Youâre the president, you should be working, not by my side giving me backrubs and helping me get from point A to point B all the time.â
âY/N, darling, I might be the president, but I'm also your husband. As your husband, I put you and our unborn child before anything, including work. The wellbeing of my family will always come first, Panem second.â
âHow did I get so lucky to have you?â You asked between sobs.
Because he whacked your Academy Sweetheart.
But, Coriolanus couldn't tell you that. No, that's a secret he'll take with him to the grave. Along with all the other various murders he's committed and will keep on committing in order to be all powerful and filthy rich.
No, instead the president just presses a kiss to your head and tells you, âDumb luck, I suppose.â Rubbing circles into your lower back, causing soft moans to fall from your lips, Coriolanus smiled, âBut I consider myself the lucky one for being your husband. There's no other woman in all of Panem that I could ever see myself loving as deeply as I love you.â
Sniffing and wiping at your eyes, you say, âDon't tell me sweet stuff like that or I'll never stop crying.â
Unfortunately, labor inducing foods didn't work. So, Coryo told you that the doctor told him that sex, nipple stimulation, and orgasms could help induce labor. You laughed at him, saying that had to be a lie since, despite your huge size, you were still very sexually active with him. Coriolanus just shrugged, claiming that's what the doctor told him.
You don't know if it was from sex or just your time to go into labor, but in the middle of the night (after having late night sex with your husband) you woke up with labor pains and a soaked nightgown. When you woke up Coriolanus, telling him that it was (finally) time and that you were in labor, he quickly grabbed your baby bag and rushed you to the hospital.
The man, being a very devoted husband and father to be, drove you himself. You feared that Coryo would drag you to the hospital in his pajamas, but much to your relief he did toss on some clothes before taking you.
Once at the hospital, since you're the First Lady of Panem, you were put on VIP status and given a private room with a window view of the Rockies. You didn't really care since you were in the worst pain of your entire life, but it was a nice gesture. Coriolanus sure did enjoy the special treatment you were getting. Remarking how only the best for his love would do.
The president never left your side during your labor. He wiped your sweaty forehead with a cool cloth, buzzed the nurses for ice chips and pain meds for you, and he let you squeeze his hand to the point he thought his bones would break whenever you had a particularly painful contraction.
The hospital staff just melted at the sight of President Coriolanus Snow doting on his First Lady Y/N Snow. The nurses were swooning everytime they heard Coryo tell you, âYouâre doing so well, darling.â, âI know it hurts, little dove, but soon we'll have our baby and it'll be well worth it.â, âSqueeze my hand as hard as you need to, my darling rose. I served as a peacekeeper once, I can handle you breaking my hand while in labor pains.â
You were sitting up, pushing hard every 5 seconds, around 3 times per contraction. Coryo was right by your side, holding your hand and telling you, âYou're doing wonderful, darling. Just a few more pushes and we'll be parents.â
The nurse in the room fought back the urge to swoon at the presidentâs words while the doctor just assured you that Coriolanus was right, that he could see the baby's head and after another push the baby would be born.
So, gathering all of the strength you could muster after pushing for what felt like hours, you did one last, hard push.
Your baby came out with a healthy set of lungs. Crying before even needing a spank to the butt.
Dr. Wellock held the baby up in the air, only to announce, âIt's a girl!â
A girl. You and Coryo had a baby girl.
Tears of love welled up in your eyes as Coriolanusâ baby blues shines with pride as he whispered, âA baby girl.â, before pressing a soft kiss to your chapped lips.
âMister President, Sir, would you like to cut the cord?â Dr. Wellock asked your husband as a nurse helped you deliver the placenta.
âYes, I would like to.â Coriolanus replied before standing up and going over to the doctor. Silently, the doctor passed him the scissors and he cut the cord. After cutting the cord, your husband returned to your side while the doctor passed the baby over to the nurse to be cleaned and wrapped in a blanket.
âShe's beautiful, darling.â Coriolanus told you as the doctor quickly cleaned you up.
âDoes she have your platinum blonde hair?â You asked, a curious smile splitting your face wide open.
âYes.â The president nodded. âShe has both my light blonde hair and blue eyes.â
âYou're going to be beating all the boys off with a stick in about, eh, 13 or so years.â You knowingly giggled right as the nurse appeared with your bundle of joy wrapped in a soft pink blanket and matching hat.
Handing you your daughter, the nurse asked, âWhat's her name?â
âCersei.â You and Coryo answered at the same time, looking at your daughter with nothing but love.
Honestly, you were a bit nervous about how Coryo would be as a father since, after all, he had a lot on his plate as the president of the country. But it turns out that you didn't have anything to worry about. Coriolanus was a great father. He was very hands-on despite his strenuous and busy job being President of Panem.
The president always made time for his daughter and, of course, for you.
And when you went out in public, he was always by your side when wheeling your baby in the stroller. So many paparazzis would hide and flash pictures of President Snow with your daughter because it was the only way to get a picture of them together. Coryo never used Cersei for photo ops or publicity stunts. In fact he rarely talked about her at all interviews other then the general and polite answers of, âOh, she's doing well.â, âCersei's a happy girl.â, and âSheâs hitting all of her milestones.â
Honestly, Coryo didn't like to talk too much about his daughter because he didn't want her in the limelight. He chose to become the president and you chose to become his first lady. You both knew the fame that came with it. But Cersei was born into it and your husband, President Coriolanus Snow, wanted her to have as normal of a childhood as possible.
And then, when your daughter was 3, you got pregnant again. Well, you and Coriolanus weren't trying, but weren't preventing either.
You were too far along yet, just nearing your 4th month. You knew that soon you'd be blowing into the size of a balloon tho.
But you weren't thinking about that right now.
Right now, you were just smiling at the sight of your daughter curled up on your husband's lap as he read her a book during one of his breaks from his office in the presidential wing of the mansion.
âDaddy?â Your daughter, whose platinum blonde hair was in little piggy tales, asked- causing your husband to pause in his reading.
It was cute how Coriolanus melted the first time he was called Dada and decided to let his daughter call him Daddy as she grew despite telling you over and over again during your pregnancy with her that he was going to be called father or nothing at all.
She's like Cersei has your husband wrapped around her finger.
âYes, princess?â Coryo asked your daughter, looking at her with a genuine smile.
âMamaâs here.â She excitedly told your husband with a big smile on her face.
Coryo looked up, only to tell your daughter, âOh, so she is.â Waving you into the room, your husband said, âCome in and sit down, darling. You don't need to stand in the doorway.â
âOh, don't mind me, I was just walking down the hall and thought that I'd just check in on my favorite people while on my way to get a snack.â You told your husband, shrugging off his offer of you joining him and your daughter in the sun room.
âMama, I want a snack!â Cersei exclaimed.
Coryo chuckled, only to close the book he was reading and place it onto the side table by his sitting chair. Standing up, with your daughter slung on his hip, the president announced, âLooks like a family snack timeâs in order before I get back to work being the President Panem.â
When Cersei was almost 4, you had your son, Cassian Xandros. Then when she was 5 you had another son, Caspian Xenos and when she was 7 you had your last child. Another son, who was named Caelestis Xanthias.
Even tho Coriolanus had not 1 but 3 boys to carry on the mighty and magnificent Snow name, it was your daughter, Cersei, that was his favorite child.
Coriolanus was a good father to all 4 of your children, but it was your daughter that had him wrapped around his finger. She was daddy's little princess. She could do no wrong in his eyes.
But your boysâŠoh boyâŠYour son's had to be perfect unless they wanted to hear Coriolanus lecture them. He expected straight Aâs and top marks in school from his 3 boys. Expected them to be involved in school politics, chess club, and the debate team. And when it came time for them to be mentors in the Hunger Games for a district that didn't have a Victor to act as a mentor, well you better believe that they had to be perfect at that too.
But not Cersei. Oh no⊠Coryo let Cersei get away with shit that he'd never let Cassian Xandros, Caspian Xenos, and Caelestis Xanthias get away with.
Cersei didn't want to be a mentor, so guess what? Her daddy, President Snow, let her stay home sick during the games so her mentor spot had to be given to somebody else. If she wanted to quit ballet lessons after just one lesson, saying it wasn't fun, then she could. She could get away with anything she wanted to, because your husband let her.
Coriolanus spoiled his daughter rotten.
And one day, as a young woman, when Cersei went running to her daddy saying that she was in trouble (knocked up) and that the Peacekeeper that got her in that condition didn't want the responsibility of a family, you know what Coriolanus did? He just told your daughter that he'd take care of everything.
And boy did he everâŠ
He had tea with that peacekeeper, where only one of them walked away from the garden tea table alive, and scattered the man's family all over the districts. Making sure that his younger siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, etc were reaped when eligible.
Coriolanus also assured your daughter that you and him would help her raise her baby. That she'd have your support and wouldn't be alone.
So, when Cersei gave birth to her daughter, Celeste Snow, as a single mother you and Coryo were by her side. Assuring her that everything was fine, that she was going to be a great mother.
You had a sense of deja vu whenever the nurses all gossiped and giggled about how President Snow was such a good father and grandfather to be for staying by his daughter's side and supporting her despite her being an unwed mother.
Coriolanus was a great father to all of your children, but his favorite was your daughter Cersei. So, naturally, his favorite grandchild was her only daughter Celeste. He dotes on your granddaughter Celeste. She was the apple of his eye, even when the boys started getting married and having children of their own.
Coriolanus loved all his grandchildren, but Celeste was his favorite.
You on the other hand didn't have favorites. You loved all of your children and grandchildren equally.
But Coryo wasn't like you. No, your husband was the type to love obsessively, so he had to pick favorites.
So, it didn't surprise you when one day, before the games started, you walked into the sunroom to see your granddaughter and your husband having brunch. It reminded you of how he used to read to her mother all those years ago.
He might be older now with pure white hair, a distinguished white beard framing his face, and a bit more weight on his bones, but he was the same man in spirit he was all those years ago when he used to cut time out of his day just for your daughter. Now he just does it for his granddaughter.
âGrandpa, Grandma just walked in.â Celeste announced, peeling little shell pieces off of her soft boiled egg.
âI see that, darling.â Coryo told your granddaughter. Looking at you, he gestured to the empty seat next to him at the table and suggested, âWhy don't you join me, my darling rose.â
âWell, I wasn't planning to, but if you insist.â You smiled, walking further into the room.
Your eyes saw the way Celeste had her hair done in a braid, that looked like the one that Victor from 12 Katniss Everdeen wore and you secretly hoped that your husband wouldn't yell at her for it. You knew how much he couldn't stand the Everdeen girl and feared that he'd be upset with Celeste for wearing her hair like the victor's.
As you sat down, you heard your husband say, âYour hair looks lovely darling, when did you start wearing it like that?â
âEverybody at school wears it like this now, grandpa.â Celeste said with a little devious smile on her face.
And the backlash never came. He just nodded his head and went on to eat his egg.
And that's when you knew that Celeste had the same power over him that Cersei did. That you had as well.
Coriolanus Snow might be a cold, evil, dictator of a president, but to his granddaughter, daughter, and wife he's just a man that loves them unconditionally to the point where it might be considered a weakness if anyone knew.
And perhaps that's why he never speaks much about his girls in interviews. He'll speak about his boys, but not his girls.
Because if anything ever happened to his girls, wellâŠthe president wouldn't know what to do with him.
That's how much he loves his darling girls.
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