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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: if he can choose to spend time with someone else rather than you, daryl would do it. not because he hates you. he simply doesn't have any type of connection with you. and you are so young. but when rick demands that you join him on a scavenge hunt, he doesn't have much of a saying into it, and chooses to act unbothered. he also chooses to ignore the way you tease him the whole trip, your hips swaying just a bit more when walking than usual. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daryl dixon x female reader 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: alexandria, pre-negan 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: big age gap, reader is half daryl's age 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: voyeurism, masturbation, breath-play, subtle ddlg, toys, subtle dacryphilia

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i am on season ten of twd (my first time watching) and it feels like this man's clothes keep getting tighter and tighter each episode and i am so here for it. also the way his arms magically always glisten in the sun as he subtly flexes when the camera is on him? give me a break I BEG

Also I miss Rick very much 🥺

"i have a special request. if i'm allowed to do that." a playful voice calls behind you.

you turn around, squinting. the sun is high up in the sky, and right in your eyes. you make out carol's short hair, and nod at her as a sign to keep speaking.

"i'm gonna need something i can make cookies or cakes with. hazelnut, chocolate, almonds,... you know. cake stuff." the woman smiles.

"i'm going out for ibuprofen and possibly viagra, not chocolate."

"viagra? for who?"

you chuckle under the cap rosita has given you, and try to subtly glance over at the man loading the car with weapons. he grunts, glaring at you and instantly shutting down the bullying party you wanted to start.

"i don't need no damn viagra." he slams the trunk door shut, and walks past you, intentionally pushing his shoulder into yours.

you fall a step back, holding in a laugh. carol has her hands on her hips, but her laugh isn't hidden. she knows daryl can't say anything to her.

"oh, come on. i know that you like to stay quiet and mysterious, but a little joking in hard times never hurt anybody." the woman defends you, scrunching her eyebrows at daryl.

"it's hurting me." he yells from the car, slamming the door shut.

"how am i supposed to survive this trip with him, ricky?" you complain, shoulders hanging with rising irritation with the situation.

"you survived a walker flooded prison with nothing but an axe before you found us on the other side, and you're telling me you can't survive a grumpy old man for a few hours?"

"thing is, i killed walkers. i cannot kill him. boo-hoo, the precious tracker. i also, when i see a footprint on the floor facing a certain way, know that someone is headed there. wild, right?"

rick pats your head, messing up the cap in the process just to tease you.

"bring me some shirts on the way back, i'm getting sick of these flannels. and get yourself something nice."

one would think that he gave you his credit card to buy him those shirts at the nearby mall. telling you to get yourself something nice, that idiot. the less fun truth is that you are headed towards a landfill two hours away from alexandria, in hopes of finding anything. glenn and morgan haven't had any luck for a few days now, so rick decided to change the route and the team. daryl and you, apparently, make a great one. that pain in the ass of a man.

"i'm leavin'. you stay and talk 'bout me all you wan'. i'm the one actually doin' something for this place."

"stuck up much? see," you open the car door, sitting inside annoyed, "with the viagra, you'd be a much more pleasant person to be around."

"enough with the damn viagra. fuck's the matter with you?"

"god, just start driving and drop me off somewhere in the middle of the road and i'll find my own shit from a different place. rick doesn't need to know."

"no," he simply responds, not sparing you a glance.

rick waves at you with a smile on his face, knowing damn well what he did putting the two of you together for such a long quest. he's so going to hear from you tonight. if you make it out alive while trying to kill daryl.

"so, what are you hoping to find? booze, peanut butter, new clothes? i'm starting to think you stapled those clothes to your body."

he says nothing, eyes focused on the road. you sigh. maybe you're the problem. you're poking him too much, knowing he has zero patience and doesn't very much like your company. you decide to keep quiet for the rest of the drive, only occasionally glancing over at him out of boredom.

you can't lie, he is an attractive man. you don't know why you're mean to him. he is gorgeous to you, your taste in older rugged men not failing you. you're surprised rick isn't the one you fell for. but next to daryl, he looks too... neat. daryl is just perfect. most of the time his deep raspy voice has you subconsciously rubbing and squeezing your thighs, led by a tingling sensation in your lower stomach. his clothes have recently gotten very tight on him, the buttons of his black shirt threatening to pop and give you a view of your lifetime. he has been working out a lot, you've seen him. fuck, not only have you seen him, you also stayed there, secretly snapping pictures with your polaroid your father had left you before disaster struck. you only had a few films left, yet no self control. something about seeing daryl all sweaty as he did push ups, grunting and almost moaning, thinking that nobody can see him, did things to you.

"wha'?" he asks, sensing your intense gaze.

you turn your head away, flushed. "nothin'."

"mmh."

he keeps it short and stern, and if your panties weren't drenched as your brain replayed the memory of his glistening arm muscles, you'd probably make a sassy remark. he raises an eyebrow, probably also wondering why you aren't being mean for so long now.

"shoes." he says after some time.

"what?" you ask, absent-mindedly staring into the tall trees and the walkers hidden among them.

"i'm hoping to find some shoes. it's gettin' hard to walk in these. i also hope i find sum more arrows."

you nod, surprised that he has actually graced you with an answer. you thought he'd say something like cigarettes or alcohol. you hated people who smoke. but daryl is an exception. he looks damn hot doing it.

"you?" he asks.

"well, new underwear would be nice. i ripped all my good panties, and let me tell you, these thongs are not apocalypse friendly."

"shit, girl, oversharing much?"

"what, you disgusted by female underwear?" you poke back, playfully.

"not female underwear. your underwear."

you're offended. you squint at him, and have to fight the urge to smack the back of his head.

"for your information, you don't look or smell all flowery and fresh yourself. i could use your hair to grease up carol's tray for her cakes. and your fingernails? they have their own ecosystem at this point."

and back to the bickering it is. he grunts again, furrowing his eyebrows. he secretly glances at his fingernails. indeed, they had a layer of dirt under them, but daryl thinks that he has bigger issues than some dirt that will get washed off anyway.

"oh, i also wish to find-"

"yeah, lost interest." the man interrupts. "also, for future conversations, you do not mention your... thongs... to people that are ol' enough to be your father."

ew.

he did not.

"what, is that how you see me? you could be my father?"

how utterly disappointing. there you were, sitting next to him, imagining him going feral between your legs, all while he is viewing you as his child. there goes your masturbating material for tonight.

"well the age fits the description."

"fuck you. seriously." you sigh, turning your body towards the window so you can fully ignore him.

arriving at the gates, you immediately notice a few things that you will be taking home. how foolish of you to not take a truck instead of the crusty old car.

"watch it." just as he says it, an arrow passes by your head, followed with a loud thud.

you don't have to look back to know that a walker had managed to sneak behind you, while you were foolish enough to stay swooning over his arms glistening in the sun with sweat.

"damn it, girl, i don' know what it is with you, but you gotta snap outta it. i can't keep saving ya ass."

"yes, dad." you reply, annoyed.

"hey." he calls, hand reaching to cup your jaw and turn your head towards him. "shut it before i make ya."

if it weren't for the feeling of his rough hand on your face and his raspy voice sending you a warning turning you on, you would've slapped him and told him not to touch you. but oh, you were going crazy inside. you found a new way to push his buttons, and you're going to have so much fun with it.

you walk behind him into the landfill, the smell of junk pinching your nose. daryl is also bothered by it, seeing his scrunched expression as he scanned the first piles of garbage.

"there." he points his crossbow a certain way.

you follow the invisible line, your eyes landing on what seemed to be several taped boxes. they could have three things inside: food, weapons, or traps. weird how nobody has discovered this place yet. or maybe they have, and they took all valuables already.

daryl doesn't wait for you. he makes his way towards the boxes, keeping his crossbow ready if something goes wrong. you, on the other hand, have tucked your knife safely and are walking around like there isn't walkers scratching at the fence, waiting to sink their teeth into your skull.

"dammit."

you hear rattling. you turn around, only to find the man kicking the boxes angrily. the can he has just thrown on the floor rolls up to your feet, and you crouch down to examine it. it is food, but expired. eating it would be like playing russian roulette.

"i mean, we can still... ya'know, take it with us. what happens happens."

"dixon, if i'm gonna die, i'm gonna die from a bullet or a bite. not from a rotten macaroni."

he raises an eyebrow at you, amused with your laid back attitude. he doesn't give you much attention, just silently walks next to you while scanning his side of the landfill.

"ah, sweet!" you cheer, running towards a pile.

"wha'?"

you almost trip over the broken wooden chairs, trying to get to a certain little box in the pile.

"the hell are ya doin'? we're losin' time!"

your eyes instinctively roll at his voice. you know he has nothing smart to say. finally reaching the box, you jump back on the floor, eagerly opening it. seeing that the item still has the foil sealed on it, you victoriously raise it in the air, cheering.

"you have made it a goal for yourself to die today, didn't ya?"

"nah, not anymore. i found something that will keep me occupied and will fuel my will to live a little longer."

you continue your way forward, leaving daryl to stare at the box you have discarded, trying to figure out what it is. but he has decided he has no time for your immaturity. he needs to ask rick to not ever put him with you on a hunt again. he's lost a lot of time already, and hasn't found a single thing to bring back.

"clothes." you point, the pile of fabric sitting on top of a garbage hill.

"you gonna go get 'em?"

"why would i go? you go."

"you wanted your... thongs... so, you go get that."

you scoff, setting the newly acquired item on the ground and slowly climbing up the hill.

"what is this, anyway?" his curiosity wins.

you sit on top of the pile, examining the clothes and discarding the ones with holes in them.your eyes dart to the man below you, and you chuckle when you see him crouch and take the item in his hand.

"it's a wand."

"wand?"

"yes."

"for?" he keeps pressing, his eyes never leaving the pink gadget.

"masturbating."

thud.

you look down, mortified. he better not break it.

"careful with that, what's the matter with you?!"

"you're fuckin' crazy, girl."

you silently mock him, sticking your tongue out at him and repeating his words with exaggerated face expressions. he really gets on your nerves. you gather the clothes you have found into a bed sheet, tying it up and putting it over your shoulder, then pick up the gadget from the floor. it seems alive, it didn't break. you only hope it works. you're young, inexperienced, surrounded by people that are either too young or too old for you. though, the old part never was a problem for you, it was for them.

feeling bored, you decide to keep poking him. he is just so grumpy, and silent. and inviting to irritate.

"so, dixon, you've never heard about one of these?" you wave the gadget in front of his face.

he spares you a glare, and continues walking.

"come on, we're talking. nobody's around. tell me, since all of this started, how many times have you even approached a girl? do you even mastu-"

"'m not in the mood to be picked on right now."

"i'm not picking on you. i promise. just trying to converse."

"you want to be useful? hold this. it's in my way." he throws his vest at you, now only wearing a tight black t-shirt.

you scowl at him, shoving his vest into your backpack.

"you're so fun to be around. i get why rick put us together."

he grunts, leaving you behind. rolling your eyes, you go down a different path, hoping to find something useful to all of alexandria and not just you. turning a few lefts, you find yourself standing in front of a little shed like structure. you bang on the door with your foot, and when hearing no growls, you bravely enter. it is dusty and dark, with a singular armchair and a few cupboards.

you open each one of them, happily shoving all the food you managed to find into your backpack, opening a protein bar along the way and chewing on the oats and dried fruits. you missed having those with yogurt for breakfast.

not only will carol be happy with the amount of nuts and flour you have found, rick will be proud of you. you might even ask for a reward when he sees the amount of canned tuna and jam you have found. you forgot what pancakes taste like.

after clearing the room, you peek out the window. daryl is in the distance, going through piles and kicking stuff out of his way, as if playing. you've collected way more than him, and the sun is at it's highest point. the shaded room seems like a perfect place to take a nap, or just rest your feet and ears from him.

you plop on the armchair like a star washed up on the shore. it feels so lonely lately. rick has michonne, carl has enid, rosita has her boytoys, even gabriel might be having more fun than you. as wrong as it was, you stay up listening to the noises coming across the street. they're loud, there's no way you could ignore them even if you wanted to. even rick had to step in and ask them to be quieter. but what is a problem to someone else is a solution for you. is it wrong to touch yourself while listening to someone else fucking? yes. but is it the only way that works for you? also yes.

you eye up the toy that peeks from the backpack, then glance out the window. daryl is busy with his crossbow, having found something that he could use on it.

fuck it.

you unbuckle your pants, not bothering to take off the panties. your fingers are quick to pop the batteries that come with the package in the gadget, and when the lid clicks, you admire it for a second. there it is, in all its glory. waiting to be abused every day by you, until you find a replacement. hopefully a softer and live one.

taking off the thin protective foil from the head, you position yourself on the armchair. you glance at the window again, carefully monitoring daryl. now, if you thought that eavesdropping and touching yourself was bad, what was this? watching daryl's fingers work on his crossbow, arms glistening in the sun, all while the pink toy softly vibrates on your pulsating clit.

you sigh at the newfound pleasure, rubbing the toy up and down your slit, while your eyes stay focused on the man unaware of your situation. he probably even forgot about you. or is thankful that you have left him alone. even better for you. you get to be a pervert without him ever knowing.

you arch your back, throwing your head on the backrest as you focus on chasing the release. it's been awhile, it won't take you long. your eyes open again, just enough to see if the man is still in his spot. your fingers change the vibration strength on the gadget, and instantly, you gasp. it is so intense, and so much, but you don't want it to stop. this thing is your new best friend, you better get used to it.

something else peeks out of the backpack, the leather catching your attention and giving you an idea. like an animal in heat, you grab the vest, burying your nose into it and spreading your legs further. daryl's scent takes over your senses, making you lose control and become a moaning mess. you are getting wetter by the second, the toy now slipping up and down your slit with ease and giving you maximum pleasure.

"fuck- daryl-" you can't help but gasp, enveloped in his manly scent and fabric.

your hips hopelessly rub against the toy, chasing and chasing after something that isn't quite getting closer, even though it feels like it.

"the hell?"

your eyes widen at the interruption. you drop the vest in your lap, hiding the crime scene from him. the man stands at the door, expression unreadable. yours is one of horrified mixed with desire, the way he stares down at you angrily sending arrows to your core.

"daryl- i- did you, uh, find anything?" you try to play it off, foolishly.

"yeah. i found an animal in heat it seems. couldn't wait for alexandria to do that shit?"

"I-"

"is that my vest?"

he slams the door shut, leaving you two in darkness. you gulp, moving the gadget from your core and letting your panties fall back in place.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry-" you stutter, failing to put a sentence together while he intensely glares at you.

"ya ain't sorry." he grunts. "ya know why i despise being around your ass? you're inappropriate."

"no, look," you try, but he points a finger at your face, making you close your mouth.

your eyes burn, tears announcing their arrival.

"it's not like that-"

"shut up, dammit! i'm talkin' now! do you have any idea in how many uncomfortable situations you've put me? all those snarky dirty comments, all that flirting, now this? do you understand what that does to me?!"

he's yelling, frustrated and angry with you. but why are you getting wetter? why can't you think rationally? he is scolding you for being inappropriate, and you continue to be even more inappropriate by sexualising simple yelling. not your fault he looks damn hot while he does it, though.

"you're- you're half my age. i can't allow myself to play your games, no matter how tempting."

what?

"what will alexandria think? they already have no good opinion on me. engaging with someone half my age the way you want me to engage is- it is a horrible idea. i'll be out faster than i was in."

silence swallows the room. you still lay on the armchair, half naked with his vest covering you. he paces around the room, fingers running through his hair as he tries to gather his thoughts. you think whether it's time to finally say something, but you wait another moment. you need to gather your thoughts too.

tempting, he said. so he thought about it too. he saw past your jokes, and has been controlling himself so well. if only you knew what it would take to shatter that control, even for just a moment.

"since when do you care what other people think?" you start.

"since rick chose to trust me."

you hum, understanding.

"listen-"

"so you've been thinking about it." you're the one to interrupt now.

his head snaps up, looking at you with his eyebrow raised, as if asking you where you're going with that statement.

"there's nothing wrong with it. it's not like we're getting married or something."

"i'm older than you. way older than you."

"so?"

"i could be your father."

"if you say that word to me one more time i swear i will turn this landfill upside down to find another sex toy to shove up your asshole."

"why do you get so triggered by it?"

you roll your eyes, looking anywhere but at him. you press your thighs together, missing the warmth and buzzing from earlier. fun killer.

"because."

"why?"

"doesn't matter."

"tell me," he presses further.

you finally look at him, frustrated. "because i have fucking daddy issues and the thought of you being so much older than me turns me on. there."

you get up from the armchair, putting his vest on so that you can cover yourself. it almost reaches your knees, hiding your body from his gaze. he says nothing, and does nothing for a few moments. you have your back turned to him, hands resting on the counter of the half chipped kitchen cabinet. your head hangs low with embarrassment from the confession that just left your mouth.

tears stream down your cheeks, luckily hidden by your hair. but daryl doesn't miss the little sniff that comes your way. he sighs, then paces around the place a little more. when you don't hear him anymore, and finally face the fact that nothing will be the same with him anymore, you dare turn around. you almost gasp when you come face to face with him, his chest pressing against yours.

"wha- what are you-"

"shh..." he hushes you, eyes roaming your face.

you aren't sure what to do, or what he wants to do. if he tries to comfort you by giving you a hug, you will break down. and you will never face him again. you thought it was only sexual, but the way he looks at you and hushes you as you cry is awakening new emotions inside of you. ones that you will push down for now, because it is not the time.

"daryl, i'm sorry." you hiccup, genuinely feeling sorry for ruining whatever you had with him.

you feel his hands on the back of your thighs, and before you can react, he picks you up and places you on the counter. you instinctively spread your legs, letting him in closer.

"don't be. or else i might regret this."

you look at him doe eyed as he places his hand on your neck, gently holding you just beneath your jaw and softly pressing into the sides of it. he brings his head close to you, eyes half closed as he stares at your lips.

"daryl." you whisper, not sure of this anymore.

"just hush."

and with that, he presses his lips into yours, softly moving them with rhythm only known to the two of you. his other hand caresses your thigh, then creeps to your bottom and pulls you to the edge of the counter, enough to have your crotch press against his.

you can taste your tears while you kiss him, and he probably can too. he doesn't say anything, hell, you even feel him twitch between your legs. you grind on him, unable to control yourself. it is different than the wand. it's warm, and it responds back. it's better.

"hey," you call, slowly pulling away. "i don't want you to do this because you feel sorry for me or something like that. are you doing it because of that?"

"nah."

before you can continue bombarding him with questions and overthinking, he places his lips back on yours, this time a little rougher than before. you open your mouth, tongue eager to taste him properly. and fuck, he tastes good. you hated cigarettes and alcohol, but from his mouth, you adore it. you finally give in, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him impossibly close. finally.

it doesn't take long for him to have you whining and grinding on him, wanting more than just kissing and thigh grabbing and occasional choking. you beg into his mouth, quietly at first, but with each kiss he gives you, you become louder and more demanding.

"touch me, please, please, please," you're desperate.

he smiles, for the first time in a while, and snakes his hands under your top. you hurriedly take off the vest and the top, to make it easier for him, but he pulls his vest back on your body. you are now wearing nothing but panties and the leather vest, making daryl incredibly impatient.

"ya just needed some attention, didn't ya?" he kisses your neck, his hand cupping your breast and thumb playing with the hard nub. "some sense fucked into ya to shut that mouth."

for someone that almost never talks, he is quite the talker now. and you can't complain, when his words have you clenching around nothing down there.

"needed someone older to take care of ya."

you moan at his words, spreading your legs further and raising your hips into his crotch. his hand reaches down to your panties, landing a light slap on your clothed clit as a warning. there's growling outside of the shed, but not enough to make you care. you'll get what you want, and no amount of walkers will stop you, even if it'll be your last.

daryl moves your panties aside, pulling away from you to see you. he hums, thumb coming to contact with your clit and circling it a few times. you shake under his touch, throwing your head back. it isn't something you haven't done before, but the touch is foreign, and different. his fingers are rough and big, an opposite of the soft flesh of your clit. he rubs your slit up and down, enough to smear your arousal so he can touch you better.

"fuck..." you trail, grabbing the edges of the counter and digging your nails into the hard surface.

"didn't find a boy your age to open you up?"

you shake your head. he hums again, fingers now circling your tight entrance.

"that's a shame, then. i'm gonna have to take my time with you."

"what? why?" you ask, disappointed.

"i'd split you in half, little one."

every word in that sentence sent arrows to your core. fuck, just how big is he?

"then, what are we doing?"

he turns around, leaving you yearning for his touch while he grabs your discarded toy from the armchair.

"you share toys?"

"sometimes."

"good."

he pulls himself out from his pants, and you are left with your jaw dropped. it fuels his confidence, the way you're staring at him as he rubs himself up and down. he isn't big. he's huge.

"daryl, how will that fit in me?" you ask, actually concerned.

"it'll take a little time. i'll train ya, and you'll take it like a good girl, the way i teach ya. but ya have to start listening to me and stop pissing me off."

nodding eagerly, you push your hips towards his hands, searching for his touch again.

he turns the gadget on, pressing it against your clit. you moan out loud, grinding on the buzzing toy and sliding with ease. you hear him grunt, and even a quiet moan. your eyes drop to the situation between your legs, and when you see him pressing his cock to the gadget, you swear you could squirt all over him. he rocks his hips with yours, pushing you up against the wall and grunting in your mouth, just like you moan into his. he doesn't break eye contact with you, instead getting off on it.

"i'm gonna cum, daryl." you whine, hands reaching into his hair to pull.

"give me a second."

you'd give him two if he wanted. you try your hardest to focus on not yet cumming, but the way he sweats and grunts for you doesn't make it easy.

"daryl-" you warn, moans becoming high pitched and inviting the walkers around the shed.

he sticks two fingers in your mouth, keeping you silent and helping himself get closer. you only needed to swirl your tongue around him a few time and take him all the way to his knuckles to have him moaning and cumming all over your stomach, rubbing the toy up and down in a sloppy pace.

you follow, pleasure washing over your body along with a thin layer of sweat, the sight of his seed on you making it more intense. you are dehydrated, hot and filthy. and you love it, because he is the same. you'd be like that every day, if it meant getting him the way you just had him.

"you didn't have to..." you say as he helps you dress up, wiping his seed from you with his bandana and discarding it.

"i wanted to. before, today, too."

"you sure?"

"yes."

you nod. he sees that you are not convinced, and he sighs. he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i rarely regret my actions. trust me."

"yeah, well, i hope i'll get more of these actions you speak of."

he chuckles, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"you know, for someone who just came all over me, it's weird to see you so sentimental and comforting."

you don't even finish the sentence, he already playfully throws the bandana at you, rushing outside to hide his smile and to hide from your attempt at attacking.

"oh, you- you- you asshole!"

"right back at ya."

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yippie! my first twd oneshot, idk how to feel about it lol. had this in the drafts for a while now. feel free to send feedback, doesn’t matter if it is good or bad 🩷

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ayyy-pee · 2 years ago

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Strangers in Love

Chapter 1

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: It's been five years since you've seen Kento, the divorce leaving you to pick up the pieces of your life alone. When a chance encounter brings you both together again, will you be able to find it in you to trust and forgive him?

Genre: Divorce AU

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Divorce, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Arguments, Ex-Husband Nanami Kento

“ Ngh , fuck you taste so good.” Gojo moaned before you. You watched as his tongue darted out to lick thick white cream from his lips, leaving a wet sheen behind. “God, I swear I could eat you forever.” He continued, hands coming up to caress gently.

He sighed lovingly as he dipped his tongue through the creaminess again and again. You couldn’t pull your eyes away. It was so…gross.

“Satoru.” You called out to him from across the table.

You were both seated in the new cafe you had been dying to try. You were so excited for this place to open, but you didn't want to go alone for reasons you weren’t comfortable acknowledging yet. Satoru finally had a morning free, so you invited him to check it out with you before you headed to work.

However, it totally slipped your mind how much of a slut your friend was for sweets. Not much had changed since high school. He was still the same sweet toothed, messy eater he had always been and while you admired his consistency, you’d be lying if you said the absolutely lewd moans and smacking noises he let out while licking the cream out of the folds of a swiss roll weren’t embarrassing.

“What?” He asked, blue eyes beaming as the early morning sun cast its glow on him. In this light at this table next to this very large window, he almost looked like an angel. His shockingly white hair fell into his eyes and you reached forward to push his bangs back for him before they got doused in whipped cream.

“You’re so disgusting when you eat. Can’t you use a napkin at least once?”

“Baby-“

“Don’t call me that.” You interrupted, knowing Satoru ignored your request the moment it left your lips and would be calling you baby again in about three minutes.

“Why don’t you worry about your nasty black coffee and your sort of sweet honey almond bread and I’ll worry about enjoying this delicious swiss roll and my morning cookie milkshake with extra whipped cream on top.” He grinned, pretending to shiver in disgust at your breakfast and you tried to ignore the pieces of oreo stuck in his otherwise incredibly white teeth. It was a mystery his teeth weren’t filled with holes. As long as you’d known Satoru, you only knew him to eat desserts for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You often wondered where it all went to.

You looked down at your cup of black coffee. You didn’t actually know why you ordered this. You were more of a latte type of person, but the smell of the coffee beans roasting and the sweet scent of vanilla and honey wafting through the air made you feel as though you needed to balance the sweet with something a bit more bitter. You weren’t Satoru after all. An entire plate of sweets and a milkshake before 8am was sure to send you straight to the emergency room.

As you zoned out watching Satoru tongue fuck his pastry, you heard the telltale ding of the cafe door - a sign that another customer had entered. You paid it no mind, instead reaching forward to once again push Satoru’s bangs back. He smiled goofily as he leaned back in his chair and began drinking his thick milkshake like it was water.

From your peripheral, a head of blonde hair caught your eye. You cast a quick glance over and immediately regretted it. Your entire body stiffened, back straight as a rod in your seat. You knew that head of blonde hair. At one point in time, you knew that head of hair better than anyone else’s. And you knew that face. That face with its unmistakable jawline your lips used to ghost over, those unnaturally sharp cheekbones your hands used to caress. That face that belonged to so many memories - both joyous and painful - that you kept tucked away in the deepest crevices of your mind. It was your ex-husband. It was Kento Nanami.

You reached forward, trying to still your shaking hands and grabbed your cup of coffee, downing it all while ignoring the burn in your chest from the heat. You needed to leave. Now.

Your eyes darted around rapidly for a sign of any exit aside from the main one. You wanted to avoid him if at all possible. You hadn’t seen him in five years and you were hoping to keep it that way. You thought he left the city and yet, here he was leaned over in front of the display case, eyes roaming over the options. He hadn’t noticed you yet, and you felt your shoulders sag slightly in relief while your mind betrayed you, wondering if he still ordered the same nasty tart parfait topped with strawberries. He always loved having that before work every morning.

Stop.

You squeezed your eyes shut, reminding yourself that this man who you used to find your limbs tangled around almost every night was now virtually a stranger to you. You didn’t know him anymore. You made that choice.

—————-

5 Years Ago

You checked the clock hanging above the kitchen sink again before letting out a frustrated sigh. 10pm. Your eyes cast down, taking in the sight of your empty plate and your husband's cold, stale food across the table from you. He missed dinner again by more than a few hours. No call. No text. He just didn’t come home for dinner. You’d lost count of what number dinner this is.

Quietly, you gathered your plates and discarded any leftovers into the garbage disposal, washing the dishes for the night. It wasn’t like he was going to touch any leftovers. Knowing him, he would come home, say maybe four words to you before showering and going to bed.

When did it get like this?

You and Nanami were good friends in high school - bonding over being two loner kids in their awkward emo phases. After graduation Nanami moved away, opting to go to a university outside of Tokyo. You stayed behind. You kept in touch, both growing out of your emo style and attitudes and becoming adults. The distance truly made your hearts grow fonder. You found yourselves talking all day, every day. If you weren’t talking on the phone, you were texting, sending each other selfies and videos until one day, Nanami moved back.

He wasted no time showering you with affection, letting it be known he felt more than friendship for you. And you couldn’t deny you felt the same. Casual dates turned into more romantic affairs. Eventually you moved in together and soon after were engaged.

Your marriage to Nanami was great at first, the honeymoon phase lasting longer than you suspected was normal for most couples. You were both so deeply in love with each other you couldn’t see straight. And then Nanami got a new job as a salaryman and that’s when things began to go downhill.

One particular night, you found yourselves entwined in bed after hours of love making. Tracing circles on your bare back, Nanami sighed.

“I hate my job.” He confessed so quietly you almost didn’t hear.

“Then leave, Kento.” You replied. The last thing you wanted was for him to suffer somewhere he wasn’t happy.

“I can’t just up and leave y/n. That would be foolish. I need the experience to be able to find anything better.”

He always looked at the bigger picture whereas you were impulsive, more likely to throw caution to the wind and never look back. Nanami grounded you while you encouraged him to let loose. A perfect balance.

“But Ken, if you’re unhappy, you can leave. We’ll figure it out. I want you to be somewhere doing something you enjoy.”

“You know what I would prefer?” He asked, kissing your forehead sweetly before running his fingers through your hair. You shivered at the touch, sighing happily.

“What’s that?”

“To be on a beach in Malaysia with you. I want to have enough money saved up that we can retire early and live our lives carefree on the water. Could you imagine?”

You lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze, your heart fluttering when you saw the sparkle you had missed for some time dancing in his eyes.

“You want to be a beach bum?” You snorted. He responded with a soft pinch to your side, making you yelp.

“Of course not. I would like for you to lounge on the sand while I enjoy a good book next to you. We won’t have to worry about money or loading our train passes or about waking up early in the morning to squeeze in cafe time before going to work.”

At this, you stuck your bottom lip out, pouting. “What? I love our morning cafe time before work. You don’t?”

Nanami chuckled, a sound reserved only for you within these walls of your shared home.

“Of course I do, my love.” He leaned forward, kissing your bottom lip tenderly. “I just have other dreams for us. I see a different life for us - outside of the hustle and bustle of Tokyo. I’m going to get us out of here.”

Your mind raced with possibilities at Kento’s words. The world was vast and there were plenty of places to go, but Malaysia definitely sounded like a dream come true.

“Ok, baby. Malaysia it is.”

That was years ago. You were pulled from your trip down memory lane at the sound of the door opening. You glanced back up at the kitchen clock. 11:33pm. You heard Nanami’s agitated sigh before you saw him, fingers laced through the knot of his tie as he pulled it loose. He entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and sipping it. He startled when he saw you at the kitchen table, most likely expecting you would be asleep.

“Welcome home.” You muttered.

He hummed in acknowledgment, taking the seat across from you. In the dark light of the kitchen, you could see how tired Nanami was. The years had not been kind to him. His eyes housed dark circles beneath them, his lips downturned in what seemed to be a permanent frown these days, the light you so longed to see again long gone.

Most days were like this - you waiting for Nanami to come home from work until it became so late you fell asleep. He never thought to call or text, though you had asked him plenty of times before to do so. Not to keep tabs on him, but to let you know he was safe. And to be considerate of you. He never got around to doing it and most of your texts to him went unanswered. On some nights in the quiet of your bedroom, when the loneliness assaulted you, you wondered if he was having an affair, if there was another woman in the picture. You were embarrassed to think that you became so insecure in your marriage that you found yourself looking through his things one day. You found nothing to confirm your suspicions and so you let it go.

Dinners were spent mostly alone save for the times you went out with a friend to grab something, your heart not able to handle another night of cooking for two and eating by yourself in silence. Long gone were your morning cafe dates, Nanami opting to get up even earlier than you had before to get to work. His reasoning started out as “This is for Malaysia” and soon became “I have deadlines to meet. Surely you’re capable of getting a muffin on your own.” followed by the soft click of the front door locking.

No goodbye kisses, no shared meals. You couldn’t remember the last time you had touched each other outside of awkward bumps trying to maneuver around one another.

“Y/n.” Nanami’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. You shook your head, trying to bring yourself back to the present.

“Yes?”

“I said I’m going to go shower and go to bed. I’m quite tired and I need to be in the office early tomorrow. Goodnight.”

And with that, he stood and left to the bedroom without so much as a glance back. You felt numb, your hands balling into fists in your lap. The built up frustration and loneliness you had been feeling the last few years were bubbling up and boiling over. You needed to say something to your husband. It could not stay this way forever.

With newfound determination, you entered the bedroom to find Nanami already under the blankets in bed, his back facing away from your side of the bed. You climbed in next to him, wrapping your arms around him. He sighed and you braced yourself for the rejection your advances were so often met with.

“Y/n, I’m exhausted.”

You ignored him, pressing soft kisses to the tender spot between his shoulder blades that only you knew about. You were met with a quiet groan from the blonde man before you. He shifted slightly, still trying to resist.

“Make love to me, Kento.” You placed another kiss to that same spot, running your tongue lightly over it. “Please.”

Nanami groaned again, louder this time and turned over to face you. “It has to be quick.” He murmured. “I’m very tired.”

While you felt heat pool in your core at him accepting your advances fairly easily, your heart couldn’t help but hurt a little bit at how he seemed to only be doing this to appease you, not because he truly desired you.

You felt Nanami’s weight press against you as he climbed over your form. His lips came down to find your pulse point on your neck, making you gasp out into the darkness of your bedroom. The sound caused Nanami to react, a moan escaping his lips as he continued kissing and sucking on your spot.

His hands roamed your body slowly, fingers deftly finding your hardened nipple and tweaking it. You moaned softly at the sensation, your body already going into overdrive after having not been touched in so long. Nanami’s body reacted as well, his hips coming down between your spread legs and pressing his clothed length against your throbbing core.

You loved Nanami. You longed to feel close to him, to feel your bodies tangled in the sheets the way they often were when you first began dating, when you were first married. However, in this moment, you were so nervous . Why were you so nervous?

Nanami pressed himself against you again, groaning as he brushed his lips across your jaw. Your heart was beating so hard, so fast you thought you were beginning to feel lightheaded. His fingers slid down from your nipples to the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up for better access to your wet folds. Your breath was coming out rapidly, the blood rushing so quickly through your body you could hear it in your ears.

Your mind raced with memories of the last few years. Your wedding, conversations had in this very bed, the many nights of empty plates sitting next to full untouched ones, the intense sadness you felt overwhelming you everyday. You thought initiating sex with your husband would bring you closer, would make you feel the tiniest bit of desire from him. But it all felt wrong.

As Nanami’s lips hovered over yours, your breaths mingling with each other, you felt your throat close up. Your eyes were warm with the onset of tears and as he moved closer to press his lips to yours you choked out a quiet “stop” before he could reach you.

Nanami froze above you. You couldn’t see his face in the dark and you were thankful for that because you knew there was no turning back from what you were about to do. You would no longer be able to touch him or call him if you felt the urge. You would not be in this position again after this. This was going to change everything.

“What’s wrong?” He sighed out irritably and you knew it was because he was tired that he was being grumpy with you. Regardless, it gave you the resolve you needed to say it.

“I-I want a divorce.”

———————

Present Day

“Y/n…” A distant voice called out to you. You didn’t respond. “Earth to Y/n. Hello?” A pale hand came up to cup your cheek. Your eyes snapped down to the hand then to the face of whom it belonged to.

“Satoru.” You gasped. He swiped his thumb across your cheek and it was only then you realized your face was wet. You had been crying.

“You okay baby?”

Your brows furrowed. “I told you don’t call me-“

“Y/n.”

Another voice spoke from behind Satoru. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You looked up, coming face to face with who you wanted so badly to escape from. Nanami stood behind Satoru, a paper bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. You saw him glance down at Satoru’s hand still on your cheek and you slapped it away.

Satoru spun around in his seat and looked up, smiling brilliantly as he caught on to the current situation quickly. “Oh! What’s up, Nanamin? Haven’t seen you in awhile. Thought you kicked rocks to Michigan or whatever.”

Nanami cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I did leave the city for a bit, but I’m back now.” His eyes were glued to you and you forced yourself to look away, staring into your empty coffee mug.

Satoru hummed. “Well, Y/n was just heading out anyway. She needs to get to work. Right, baby ?”

You bit back a retort at the pet name, simply thankful to Satoru for giving you an out.

“Right! I should get going or I’m going to be late. Wouldn’t want that.” You stood, gathering your purse and dumping your untouched bread onto Satoru’s plate. You were met with a scowl from him.

“Great running into you, Nanami. Um, welcome back.” You murmured. “Maybe we can catch up later.” And you fought back a wince at the fake offer that now hung in the air between you both, praying instead that the earth would open up and swallow you.

You moved around Nanami who was standing as still as a statue and made your way to the exit, waving back at the kind employees who yelled for you to visit again. You rounded the corner quickly, ignoring the ding from the cafe entrance behind you and the quick footsteps approaching.

“Y/n!”

Your body tensed again as you came to a stop on the sidewalk. You turned, coming face to face with your ex-husband again. He was breathing quickly, his coffee dripping down the sides of his cup as though he had truly hurried after you.

“Next week?” He questioned. You gave him a look of confusion.

“What?”

“Next week. You said maybe we could catch up later. What about some time next week?”

Your heart was in your throat now. Why? Why would he want to meet up? You had nothing to talk about. Unless he wanted to tell you about how amazing his life is now and how he has a new wife he loves and kids and -

“So, are you ok with scheduling some time for then?”

You shook your head. “Oh. Um, sure.”

He smiled that tiny smile he used to do when he felt shy and your body reacted against your will, heart pounding harshly in your chest. He almost looked like the Nanami you knew from high school, sans the side bang. “Ok. Is your cell number still the same? I can text you and we can iron out the details.”

You nodded. “It’s the same. Yep, just text me. I have to go.” You didn’t wait for a response before turning on your heel and hurrying to the train station. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You needed to get out of the same air space as Nanami.

You took a seat on the train, doors shutting shortly after. A vibration from your pocket alerted you to a notification. You pulled your phone out, seeing a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: It’s Kento. It was very good to see you again if only for a short while. I look forward to speaking with you later on regarding catching up. Have a good day at work.

Sliding your phone back in your pocket, you let out a long sigh, thinking long and hard about what possible plans you would be making with your ex-husband.

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smittenroses · 3 years ago

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Hi, Could you do a fic or headcannons of Almond x Female reader in a jealousy situation because the reader is often flirted with by other men? The reader just settled in the city and works together with the detective, after a while he started to have feelings for her, he planned to confess but every time he tries he sees her being flirted by someone else.

ooo this sounds like a prequel to the last one I did for him, however I'll treat this as a separate oneshot ❤

Steeped Emotions || Almond Cookie x reader

Word count: ~1k

It had been the longest time since Almond had even felt an attraction to anyone in a romantic tense - he had his daughter who he loved dearly, he had his coworkers who he cared for, he was basically married to his work of protecting Magic City, he was convinced that he would never fall in love again. Well, that was until a few months ago, that was: Given how he was growing older, that he had a kid that was in middle school, and how he basically was worked to the bone [not that he minded], his higher-ups had forced upon him the idea of splitting his workload between other people and as much as he moaned about the idea of having someone come in and messing with everything that he had built within the city, eventually the office that sat by his own had gotten a name put on it. Almond didn’t count how often he stood in front of those doors, but the day he got a phone call from a number he didn’t recognise and the office was still empty, he hoped it had been because this other person backed out.

“Magic City Police Department, Almond speaking.”

“Oh good, the person I wanted to talk to,” The voice was feminine, but yet held the roughness of what years on the job was like and as he heard shuffling of papers on the other end of the phone, Almond was able to pin down who it was before she even stated her name, “I’m your soon-to-be coworker, I just wanted to tele’ you up and let you know that the case I was assigned before taking up the position there is taking longer than I thought, I can’t leave a case unsolved though, that would be against my code of duty!” A determined worker that didn’t leave things half-finished? Almond’s eyebrow cocked itself upwards for a moment, ruffling through the papers sitting on his desk.

“I’m assuming that you won’t be in for a few extra weeks?”

“No, I just need to compare notes with you, since I think the same criminal that struck here was involved in that string of robberies and the murder in Magic City a few weeks ago.” Almond’s fingers stopped messing with the papers that sat on his desk, pushing the petty magic dispute documents out of the way, fishing a file from within his desk as he opened it up.

“Can you give me details?”

That had been the first case that the two of you had worked on together, using cell phone communication in order to share information and explore crime scenes together [as much as Almond struggled to be able to flip the camera on his phone or remember he didn’t need to put his phone next to his ear on a video call]. Open communication, determination, observant, these were all things that he noticed in your demeanour every time the two of you would communicate, and no matter how small the detail, you always would document it. It was these little things that made him eventually warm up to you, and the day that you finally had moved into your office across from his, the two of you had already begun working well. A good partner.

Now, why was he so jealous of the fact that your attention wasn’t on him?

Sure, you were a very attractive woman [to him at least], he couldn’t doubt that, but watching you laugh and smile with others that worked in the building and around the city, a strange… heaviness in his chest would overtake him every time. It wasn’t burning like the hot coffee that he would consume every day as if it was life nectar, nor was it freezing like an ice cube, but watching your hands straighten up the collar of police cookie one day, his lips pressed together in annoyance. This annoyance didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the Magic City Police Department, as eventually rumours started to float around that the chief detective had fallen hard for the new blood within the city; this however would be shaken off every time someone would ask him about it, and yet, there was something deep in his heart that struggled to fully admit it.

Walnut was no exception to asking her father these sorts of questions either - frankly, she could peg a lot of things in her sleep even if she wasn’t trying, so when the young teen had came to him and started grilling him on things that he should do, he was finally willing to admit it to himself: he had fallen, and he had fallen hard. Most people would pay for the day that they could see Almond’s face turn red in a fluster, and as the sudden wave of realization had overtaken him, he had basically hidden his burning face behind his hands at his desk, his own daughter babbling about how she wouldn’t mind if her father started dating, after all, Walnut couldn’t be around forever either.

“I’m just sayin’,” Walnut smiled, “if she makes you happy, then I’m happy too.”

Then a new problem came in; the flirting. Almond knew that you were far too kind to even think about turning down someone when they came to flirt with you, men, women, and everything in-between and outside that spectrum, you would always accept the time to chat and that really became a problem every time that he tried to talk to you, since every time that he seemed to be thinking that it was a perfect time, he would always turn the corner to find someone else talking to you, flirting with you, and at even some points, there were flowers involved.

“I’m really not interested in them,” you’d explain to him as you would throw away flowers once the gifter had disappeared from hearing view, “I really only have eyes for one person.” And then the cycle would continue. Poor Almond, so lost in love and touch starved that he hadn’t even noticed how your eyes would always flicker to him whenever you would be flirted to by someone else.

And then Walnut had enough.

“Are you two stupid or something?” A late-night back in the office, Walnut having came over to share the takeaway that the three of you had gotten as you worked on a case, Almond seeing you choke on your food slightly from shock at Walnut’s words, “so, when are the two of you going on a date, seriously?!” Watching as she gestured between the two of you with a fork, she pretended to stab something in the air, “If you guys were a pair of criminals that stole hearts, pretty sure I would’ve found out by now who you were.” The silence that followed was thick as doughnuts afterwards, the two detectives staring at each other for a few moments before eventually, Almond sighed.

“Well, that’s good, I was looking for someone to come and do that couples’ night discount with me.”

The smile you gave, it was enough to melt his heart right then and there.

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“let’s make this interesting”

pairing: lev haiba x female reader

cw: aged up, language, fluff and nsfw (spit play, nipple play, degradation, choking, biting, idk how to explain it but you get your underwear in your mouth and ofc fucking)

word count: 2200+

a/n: umm, yeah lev needs more posts, so this is for the lev simps, have fun

summary: in which a simple revision session turns into lev having other ideas in mind

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“One more question, please baby.” Lev’s weight shifted, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and face cowering into your hair. He loved the smell, almond his favourite smell every time he walked into your shared apartment. It always filled the air around you, almost bringing him relief after having started modelling and balancing university. You both had final exams and would both finally graduate from what you’d called multiple times hell.

He skimmed through the questions in your palm, boring as ever but you were concentrated, your eyes squinting and mouth with a scowl. Your legs had been crossed resting against Lev’s back, but you were stated to stop feeling parts of your body and become stiff in areas. “I want to cuddle.” He pouts out, his head nestling into your own, he began littering your neck with soft kisses.

You were proud of him, modelling was something you hadn't expected to come of him, he was attractive, everybody knew that. But making a career out of it was unexpected but even then, you supported his decision and seeing him happy doing it made you fall for him even more. You tilted your head, your neck in full view of his lips to devour. “Let’s finish this topic and we can do whatever you want.”

His eyebrows arched at the thought and an idea popped into his head, “let’s make this interesting.” You turn to face him, a knowing look on his face, you’d seen it for years now. The first day he came through the double doors of the volleyball court thinking he’d be amazing at volleyball or two days ago when he tried to bake cookies and caused a fire.

“What is it?” You played with the pen; he saw the bite marks indent into the lid.

Before he could speak, you heard the doorbell ring and knew it was the food you had ordered, watching you get up, the way your legs were uncovered for his eyes. The hoodie only covering the bottom of your ass. He could see the glimpse of the pink underwear that cupped and stretched against your cunt. Licking his lips he watched you walk towards the door, money in your hand, if you moved anymore the delivery man would be able to see his pretty little cunt.

You opened the door, trying to sort yourself out but could feel Lev staring at your legs. It was more comfortable than anything else and you liked feeling his thighs on your bare skin even if he was wearing joggers. The thin material allowed you to feel the roughness of his thighs and it turned you on heavily. The man had brought the food too concentrated on the meal to ever look at the man who had gazed at your legs just as your boyfriend was doing. “Thanks.” You exchanged it and Lev could sense how the man lingered watching you go through the bag to make sure everything was there. The man was staring at what was his, at his girl.

The slam of the door brought him out from his gaze in the living room. He watched you put the bag to the side as you went back to situate yourself onto his lap on the couch. Your hoodie arched a bit just as you bent to reach the pen, his eyes fixated on the curve of your ass through the pale fabric. “What were you saying before”

“Before we eat, we should finish the next topic.” He dismissed his thought, but you were confused as having remembered yourself muttering the same words.

“Lev, what was it, spit it out.” You wrote down some more notes on the topic having tried to remember it by heart.

He was hesitant at first but seeing how your hair and body was so accessible for him, his breath fanned your neck, meeting your ear. “Sit on my cock whilst we study, if you get a question right, I’ll move deeper in you.”

Your eyes widening, the thought of having Lev’s cock fill you right up into you sent shivers down your spine, you nodded unable to speak but wanting it so badly. University life had ruined your sex life, whenever it go initiated something would interrupt you both and here in the closeness on a Sunday night there’d be no distractions at all.

He shuffled, lifting his joggers and boxers away from his body, they were at his ankles, but another swift action and they became discarded amongst the wooden floor. The way he palmed himself already semi hard at having seen your legs and the way your ass felt on top of his body, his other hand tugged at your underwear, you could hear the pumps up and down and felt yourself get wet from the action. His finger skimmed past your clit and he felt the dampness on his fingers, “already wet for me.

You nodded but he continued, “use that mouth of yours.”

“Yes daddy.” He went into overdrive and had disregarded the earlier proposition wanting to take you on the sofa right now.

“Take them off.” He watched the action, his hand continuing to pump his length which had become rock hard under his grip. He wanted to see how drenched your underwear had gotten, beckoning for it, he felt the wetness seep through onto his fingers making them wet. “I want to stuff this into your mouth whilst I fuck you.”

“Do it then?” You toyed with him playing with the strings of the hoodie. He could see your cunt and wanted to devour it.

“Come here.” He beckoned watching you step past the textbooks and pens, his eyes widening watching as you sat by his thighs and not on his craving cock, your fingers skimmed across the pre cum, letting it flick between your fingers before you brought it to your mouth. His rhythm had become slower having wrapped his cock against your clothes underwear he had felt your own wetness against his precummed cock, all he wanted to do was stuff you till you were full of him. You moved your cunt right on top before sinking down. His head resting against the top of the couch, arms out and legs spread as your tiny frame sunk into him.

“Fuck the last topic.” He was breathless and you knew that you both needed something relaxing. He felt you fidget under him his hands grabbing your hips to keep you in place.

“Lev.” You spoke hopelessly, feeling his cock stretch your tight walls.

He relaxed himself, making sure you didn't move a muscle, “stay still.” You compiled as you tried to stop yourself from moving your hips. “Open your mouth.”

His hand still with your soaked underwear, the lingering scent of your own cunt and his cock across it, “such a good girl.” He whispered as you had gotten rid of the hoodie, your back facing his own, his fingers glided across your back as he undid the bra letting it toss to the ground. His hand moved to cup your breast, feeling your hardened tits between his fingers. The sudden action made you move your hips urning a grunt from the boy.

“I said not to move.” He growled before stuffing your soaked underwear into your mouth, “suck on it now.”

Lev had grown since his small childish days, with his lengthy thick cock stuffing your tight cunt. He became more dominant, more powerful, even if he hadn’t been a natural at basic receives, he had become a master of sex almost. He knew every inch of your body, how to please you and make his girl moan and cum at his will.

The noises of your sucking on your underwear, the taste of yourself and Lev mixed with your saliva, you moaned at the taste and Lev felt began to feel your cunt tense with his cock, he wasn't even fully in. He knew how he could get in deeper, how he’d be able to see himself in your stomach and he couldn't wait to see your stomach puff up with his cum. “Such a dirty girl, you’re enjoying it a bit too much.”

“Ye...yes daddy.”

“What are you?” He ordered flicking your nipples with his fingers.

You felt yourself drop the underwear away from your mouth, saliva dripping down your mouth and onto the sofa cushions. “A dirty g...girl.” Heavy breathing filled the air and Lev had become impatient wanting to fuck you, you had gotten your punishment which seemed more like a reward at how you moaned at the taste.

“Fuck, you going to let me cum in you, make you my little cum dump.” Lev grabbed your hips, your back against his front as his face was on your shoulders whispering his lewd thoughts. “I’m going to fuck all the answers out of you, you’re going to forget everything you learnt today, i only want one thing out of your mouth.”

His sudden movement as he thrusted upwards, filling your cunt with his veiny cock had made moan after moan come out of your throat. “Daddy.” You began to blabber unformed words, breathless and confused for the most part.

Lev’s thrusts back and forth became deeper and faster at every jolt. “Stupid slut can’t even fucking speak, come on moan for me.”

“Daddy, p...please...more.” His hand had moved down to your exposed clit, he felt the slick run down his fingers whilst his other went to your throat, his tightened grip making it harder to breathe. You were at a high and with his continuous thrusts up and down as you tried to bounce yourself as well to relieve him of all the work. His thrusts settled letting you bounce on him, each time your cunt would drip cum as you let his cock out and then slam right back onto it. It was a motion you repeated, each time letting his blushed cock deeper into your body.

His slick covered fingers had moved to your mouth, letting it tease your plump lips, your moans being music to his ears, “such a horny girl, been waiting for daddy’s cock all week haven't you.”

“Ye…” Just as you were about to finish the word his fingers slipped into your mouth as you tasted your slick. Having already tasted yourself and Lev, his fingers tasted a lot more different. It might've been from how his other hand had a tight grip against your throat or that he’d mixed his own saliva with your slick. You didn't care to ask as you continued bouncing up and down, he watched as every bounce allowed for your breasts to bounce as well. It was a sight for him, something he loved, if you had been facing him, his mouth would have been attached to them in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck baby, let me finish this.” His grip loosened letting you take a gasp of air still with his fingers on your tongue. Before he began thrusting again, it was a lot faster, filled with need and want almost. The room was filled with your head moans and Lev’s fucks and groans, with every jolt into you your tongue had been swirling across his long veiny fingers.

“Daddy, cum, p...please.”

“You want to cum, you little slut, you going to cum all over daddy's cock.”

“Yes daddy, let me...let me cum.” His pace quickened, each thrust hitting your core you could almost feel the cum surge through your cunt before you felt yourself unravel right on top of his cock.

He laughed at how easily you had cummed, “stupid whore couldn’t fucking wait.” His thrusts were still going on, the squelching noises of his cock going in and out of your cum before he felt the need to cum as well. “You're going to let me put my babies in you.”

“Ye...yes.” You had had your head resting against his shoulders, an arched back as his thrusts continued, cum dripping onto the floor and sofa. It was a mess, you were a mess but most of all Lev had loved it, his mouth gliding across your shoulders and just as he was about to cum, he bit into your neck. Feeling your stomach bulge at how he had cum inside of you, cock covered in his own and your cum. Hit bite marks and sucking had left a clear mark on your neck, but you didn't care.

Cum dripped from your sore cunt and as Lev grabbed his joggers with you still on his body naked. He looked at his girl, his perfect amazing girlfriend. “You’re my pretty girl, Y/n.” You hummed being unable to speak after your soreness, “come on, I’ll take you to the bathroom, go have a shower.”

He was ready to pick you up, knowing he’d better clean up whilst you showered having seen how the cum had leaked from your throbbing cunt, he could only imagine the mess that had been made, but your voice had had other plans. “Join me.”

Smiling, he kissed the top of your head, “anything for you baby.” You gleamed at his voice, nuzzling further into your boyfriend's bare chest. Your love for him had no bounds and you knew that you’d truly do anything for him.

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kuviras-eyeliner · 4 years ago

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(OPEN) Rules for Requesting and Asks:

Heyo, you beautiful little bean! Before I start the rules and all that jazz:

<Hugs!> (or shoulder pats, if you don’t like them hehe)

So: Rules. Oh boy. I’m not a fan of rules-- rules feel like it’s just “blah blah blah, do this, not that, blah blah” so Imma try to make these as easy as possible for y’all who are excited to ask >:D For Julie and the Phantoms requests, please view: @reggies-eyeliner!

FANDOMS:

(alphabetical order):

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Carmen Sandiego

Divergent

Harry Potter

Julie and the Phantoms (@reggies-eyeliner)

Mystic Messenger

Percy Jackson and The Olympians

She Ra and the Princess of Power

Tangled: The Series

The Chicago Typewriter

The Dragon Prince

The Legend of Korra

The Owl House

The Promised Neverland

The Umbrella Academy (I just started watching xDD)

Voltron: Legendary Defenders

1. Matchups

What I Ask of You:

Please, please, please try to keep it at one fandom per ask!!!

I’ve been doing a lot of Legend of Korra and Avatar: The Last Airbender asks, but my brain doesn’t function that way to keep at it for two fandoms. It’s hard to stay focused at two fandoms and stay with it and stay dedicated

Luckily, you can send requests for as many fandoms as you want, but my description will only be at most 50 words ^^

Yes, I have dedication issues. This is why I’m only in love with fictional characters and not real people xD!

Please try to be as respectful as possible in your ask 🥺🥺🥺

I’m not asking for you to worship me or scream at me with thank you’s, but just don’t scream at me for taking too long. Try not to curse every two words because I’m trying to keep my brain *jazz hands* holy

No, jkjk it’s just that there might be younger users reading over these xDD

OKAY SO ANYWAYS

Try to include:

I literally don’t care!! I want you to feel as free as possible while writing yours. Talk about anything you want. I don’t care if you speak of you and your passion for eating raw cookie dough (but same lmao), or if you hate almond milk. Just talk about whatever you want!! I’m here to make people smile and nothing else, sugarcakes! d;

What You Get in Return:

Over 500 words worth in writing per each fandom

Yes, over 500 per fandom (it hurts like heck but it’s *throws skittles* okay)

A gif/fanart piece per fandom

You’ll get yours back either: Within 3 days, if you only requested only one fandom and you were very nice hehehehehe , three days if you wre still hecking amazing but I was busy, or it can go to AT MOST, AT MOST I PROMISE around 18 days if I’m having: an exam week, a pinned post, getting a lot of asks, or yours was really complicated and my brain exploded

At times, it may never come if *cough* TUMBLR EATS IT

I will also throw you fifty virtual hugs and skittles

And yes, every ask comes with a thousand hugs, compliments, and shoulder pats!!

A bunch of dating headcanons

If you put in your name, yes, I can customize ;D

What the person I matched you with does when you feel down

How they support you

How you support them

90 percent of it is mainly me rambling about how sweet everyone who asks is, but what can I say? Y’all are precious as heck

2. Headcanons, Imagines, Blurbs, Scenarios, Full Stories

PLEASE SEND IN MORE OF THESE LIKE AJAJJAJAJAJAJAJA

I’ll write for any “X READER” that you request

Literally anything

Angst, major character death, if you’re sad, I GOTCHU

Request for as many characters as you want!!

I don’t write NSFW :,) Please find another amazing blog for that

I’ll write everything else

No, like everything else ever

Okay I won’t write like a Mako x Box fanfiction but ya know

It doesn’t just have to be a character insert, it can be anything else!! I really don’t mind :]

TRY TO INCLUDE:

What word count you want (or you can write that you’re chill with anything)

Your gender

Which POV you want it in

And I’ll send you what date I can get yours in!

3. Customized Asks:

I have never done this before, so this is kinda new!

IN CUSTOMIZED ASKS:

Put in a lengthy and concise description of yourself-- it should be a lot more detailed than a matchup. Include your personality type, a lot about your personality, anything you want to add, but make it worth it!! Write A LOT about yourself!! Also, be sure to include your name.

Once you have the full thing, private-message me (please make sure you have an account!!) and I’ll send you my Tumblr asks email so you can send your description (or, send it in the submit form or asks, if you’re okay with it being public).

In return, I write you a reader insert with your real name (not y/n hehe) and make it customized just for you. I’ll make it perfect (or try to,) with your personality, your height, your likes, your interests, and your name so that it’s built just for you and no one else!!

The best part??

YOU DON’T HAVE TO PAY ME REAL MONEY HEHEHEHEHHEH

That’s right! A customized ask that goes from 3,000-10,000 words that should come within three weeks! Instead, all I ask is for some support in any way 🥺🥺🥺 It can be through reblogs, (remember: REBLOGS> LIKES d;), a simple follow or shoutout, or even just a thank you. I’m only here to make people happy!! Thank you so much if you do plan on supporting <333

3. Random Asks/Advice

Scream at me. Vent whatever you want to me. Ask me to help with your math homework. Your ELA homework. Ask for love advice. Tell me about what you did this morning. I LOVE, LOVE GETTING THESE ASKS!!

I love it when people come to me not just for asks and such, but just to tell me about their lives or to ask me quetsions!! And I bet a lot of other creators do, as well! So please support them <3

SCREAM AT ME ALL YOU WANT HON, IM HERE TO LISTEN

I’m sorry that this was a bit long, but if you read the full thing, HIGH FIVE >:3

Thank y’all so much!! Stay safe ^U^

To know which ones are currently in my ask box, press “keep reading!”

The Legend of Korra:

- The Krew playing Among Us with a reader

- Bolin with a s/o who works out

- Bolin x f!reader (ft. Brotherly Mako)

- Krew x singing!reader

Avatar: The Last Airbender:

- AtLa matchup for short brown-haired girl

- The Gaang playing Among Us with a reader

- Sokka x insecure!female reader

- Zuko x partially deaf reader

- How the Gaang would comfort you (blurbs+headcanons)

- Gaang x crying!reader (guys are you okay let me give you a hug)

- Gaang x suicidal!reader headcanons (GUYS ARE YOU OKAY)

Boku No Hero Academia:

- CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP ANONNNNN

- Kirishima x stressed out!reader (GUYS ARE YOU OKAY)

- Class 1A Among Us headcanons

- If Class 1A had TikTok headcanons

- Deku x insecure female reader (KWUDHKWUDHWUIHDUW GUYS)

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itsyaboiwritersblock · 5 years ago

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Won’t Say I’m in Love

Pairing(s): Crowley x Female Human Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: Language, Slow burn fluff

Words: 1,900

Genre: Fluff, so much fluff

I do not own the GIFs, characters, or the song

The song is “I Won’t Say I’m in Love” from the movie “Hercules”

In the background, a playlist of Disney movies droned on, but the cutesy songs fell on deaf ears as the only person that was standing in that kitchen was apparently having a battle with the sugar cookie dough she had whipped up just hours before. Normally, {Y/N} would be so excited about getting to bake a sweet treat, as they were usually for a certain shopkeeper with a soft spot for pastries, but this time, that wasn’t the case, as the recipient was that no good bastard, Crowley, who had no business to just show up at her flat without a care in the world. Why he wanted sugar cookies, she didn’t know, she had never seen the man eat sweets, let alone eat in general, and she was fully convinced he didn’t need to eat at all.

With a huff of frustration, she harshly pushed the rolling pin across the still partially frozen dough, her brows furrowed in some sort of negative emotion she couldn’t really pin at that moment. Who gave him the right to just casually waltz in her flat and call her “Sweetheart” in that spine melting tone he carried. Wait, she didn’t think his voice was attractive, no, not at all, in fact, she thought his voice was quite annoying, yes, that’s what it was. In her fit of fighting herself on whether she thought his voice was something to gush about or not, she pushed the rolling pin forward a little too aggressively and ended up catching her finger under the rolling pin. The action was so quick, and actually fairly painful, that it caused her to real back with a short cry discomfort, shaking the hand that belonged to the injured finger.

Crowley must’ve been close enough to hear the commotion that was going on in the kitchen because he was standing in the doorway of the small room in no time, looking actually fairly concerned, which {Y/N} had to admit, was a nice change compared to his usually smug expression. Immediately, he noticed her injured finger, eyes drawn to the small drop beading at the top of it. The man gave a pitying coo and pulled out a tiny bandage box from seemingly nowhere.

“Oh, Dove, what did you do to yourself this time? You’ve honestly got to be more careful, what would you have done if I wasn’t here, surely you wouldn’t want to bleed all over the dough you spent so much time on.”

He spoke almost cheekily, carefully grabbing {Y/N}’s hand and almost cradling it, taking his sweet time to wrap a bandage over the tiny cut that laid on the top of it. And once the finger was fully wrapped and taken care of, he gently pressed his lips to the top of it, delivering that heart stopping wink he had before chuckling and casually sauntering out of the room.

“Stay safe my dear Dove.”

A furiously red blush crawled onto her cheeks as she huffed something rather insulting under her breath, turning back to the dough on her counter, which she was now equally mad at. Speaking of mad, {Y/N} was definitely none too happy with the man waiting in her living room right now. Actually, she was practically still fuming about the whole situation. First he just appears out of nowhere and casually asks her to bake him a tray of almond sugar cookies, which she thought was weird since he was so specific. And another weird thing was that she couldn’t find it in herself to say no even though she wanted to just scream at him to leave her house.

Again, the dough was the victim of her anger fueled baking as she finally flattened it out, which might or might not have been accomplished by her just smacking it with the rolling pin, she would never tell. And as she cut out little circles in the delightfully sweet dough, a certain song in the background of her kitchen caught her attention.

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that.”

{Y/N} instantly knew that the song belonged to her favorite childhood animated movie, Hercules, but what she didn’t know was that the song would mean more to her now than it did ever.

As her mood skyrocketed because of the song alone, she pushed the thought of Crowley in her home to the back of her mind as she focused on cutting out the cookies and the song that had seemed to bring her back in time. Everything was right with her in that moment, that is, until the chorus started echoing through her kitchen.

“It’s too cliché, I won’t say I’m in love.”

It was weird, at the word “love” she felt her heart do a very small skip, feeling like it had jumped up from it’s place in her chest and had gone up to her throat. Love? What, no way, she didn’t love anyone. Right?

As if on some sort of cue, or maybe he just wanted to catch her off guard, the man that had been bringing her down that afternoon popped his head in, wearing his signature grin, as always. Of course, her mood plummeted, or well, she thought it would, but it actually had stayed the same, if anything, it got better. But why, why would she enjoy seeing him? Him of all people?

“Just wanted to see if you were doing all right, Sweetheart. Oh, well, and I came to question your music taste, but you seemed quite adorable getting lost in the song I thought I wouldn’t bother.”

“Wouldn’t bother? Is that why you just came to bother me for no reason then? Don’t you have better things to do, like go crush the dreams of that sweet shopkeeper? You don’t need to be here.”

She bit off, frowning as she practically threw her oven door open and slammed in the tray of cookies that was finally prepared and ready for baking. Instead of getting her anticipated reaction from him, {Y/N} saw that Crowley only smiled, hell, he even started laughing a bit, and if that didn’t piss her off, she didn’t know what would.

“Oh, Dove, your words wound me, but dear Aziraphale doesn’t quite give me the reactions I want like you do. Besides, he prefers to snack on sweets, not bake them. And me? Well, I like to spend time with sweet things.”

He winked and quickly ducked out of the room to avoid the spatula she had chucked at him, but he could never miss the bright red that covered her cheeks and the surprised expression that was etched onto her oh so perfect features.

“Cheeky bastard!”

She groaned, planting her face in her hands as she slid down to her knees, eventually just sitting on the floor, back pressed against the cool glass of her oven.

“No chance, no way, I won’t say it no, no.”

The lyrics rang out in her mind as she grabbed fistfuls of hair, trying to put the thought that she might love Crowley out of her head, but the song really wasn’t helping. Neither was Crowley’s constant and flirty remarks, in fact, her face was still wearing a bright red hue from the last one.

“You’re doin flips, read our lips. You’re in love.”

“No I’m fucking not! Damn song!”

She groaned, peeking up from her fingers to scowl at her speaker, wishing that this cursed song, which was once her favorite, would shut up already. How could she love someone like Crowley? True, he did get her the great deal on her flat, if not for him, she would still be living with her controlling and overbearing parents. So, she did have to thank him for that, well that and him introducing her to Aziraphale. Crowley was the reason she had known her current best friend, and she really didn’t want to think about living life without him.

“Girl, don’t be proud. It’s okay, you’re in love.”

“You don’t know what I feel!”

She whisper shouted back at the song because she knew that Crowley was just in the other room and well, she was arguing with a damn song. Surely she would look crazy, even to Crowley of all people.

“Oh. At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love…”

“Do I love him?”

{Y/N} mumbled to herself, glancing at the empty doorway, cracking a small smile at the thought of Crowley popping his head in just minutes before. True, she wouldn’t know what she would do without Aziraphale, but she could say the same for Crowley. God, every time she saw him she wanted to grab him by his stupidly perfect red hair and pull him in for a searing kiss, wishing to catch him off guard like all the times he had done before.

“Who am I kidding? I do, I love Crowley… I love him from his God awful leather pants to his tacky sunglasses he never takes off.”

At this, she giggled to herself, not wanting to admit that a Disney song had helped her realized her hidden feelings for the idiot sitting in the other room. She sat there for a while, remaining in her own world, eyes wide and full of adoration. The only thing that pulled her from her dazed state was the buzzer of the oven, and immediately she launched to her feet, a grin playing at her lips. Right before she called out to him, she glanced down at her bandaged finger, listening to her heart run a mile a minute, only hoping that Crowley couldn’t hear it as well.

“Crowley, your dumb cookies are ready!”

“Okay, Dove, thank you so much! Be right in!”

When Crowley responded he almost sounded… Flustered? Nah, Crowley didn’t, couldn’t, get flustered, so, she just shook her head and waited impatiently, rocking back and forth on her heels.

In the living room, Crowley was staring at the doorway with wide, yellow eyes, not believing the words he had just heard from his precious dove {Y/N}. She loved him? Him? How? How could he be worthy of something that huge? Obviously, he couldn’t just sit there in wonder the whole time, as the woman was waiting for him, probably with a rare, bright smile. So, he stood up with a smile of his own and marched into the kitchen, feeling an unfamiliar sensation of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Normally, he’d do something cheeky, like bend down and kiss her hand, or hell, even reach around and pinch her rear. The latter would always get him a slap or a vulgar remark while her face blushed redder than a tomato. Instead, he gently bent down and placed a soft kiss to the top of her head before standing directly behind her, her back against his chest, and he grabbed a cooling cookie with a smile. And usually, {Y/N} would snap back some remark about personal space, or take the chance to elbow him right in the “money shot.” Instead, she leaned back into the feeling, eyes glancing up at the man behind her, the two sharing a silent, yet impactful moment.

Didn’t they just bicker? How did they get along all of the sudden? Why were the two acting so strange?

Well, because they were in love.

To be continued…

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