#and then them running. catch some rain. and be wet puppies.

[aprilblossomgirl]

Is this one of the ways to flirt? It’s so romantic to be under an engineering jacket with someone you like.

PERFECT 10 LINERS | EP.19

[gingerpines]

teen!caitvi AU drabble based on this art by me!

warning: i am not a writer! and english isn’t my first language! i hope this still makes sense :) its a bit messy its not very well explained sometimes but i hope i got the point across! enjoy!

Ekko was sent by benzo to deliver things at jayce’s workshop and vi and claggor join because ekko’s quite young to go on his own anyways, vi is like, acting as the bodyguard and shes looking all tough and mysterious making sure ekko is okay constantly

they knock and stand at the door, vi staying behind ekko to look around and jayce is like come in! bc they have quite a lot of things and while vi stands back still cautious, she completely drops her tough demeanor when she sees young cait tinkering with some of jayce’s stuff, goggles on. Vi tries to be discreet but her eyes keep darting back at Cait while ekko and jayce conclude business, claggor catches vi but doesnt say anything, and cait comes towards them, taking the goggles off, a big smile on her face.

"Nice to meet you all!" she goes in her thick british accent and she offers a handshake to Vi who doesnt know what to do with that so she kinda blushes and stares at cait, cait going "I’m Caitlyn!" and, embarrassed and flustered, vi just frowns and doesnt say anything, sorta turning around and caitlyn takes that VERY personally and from that point on she’s got beef with her and Vi kinda regrets how stupid she acted but tries not to think about it too much.

now everytime ekko has business in piltover, vi INSISTS on joining, saying its for safety but really its in the hopes she’ll run into caitlyn again. one time at a fair, benzo has a booth to sell things in piltover and ekko runs it, naturally, vi and the other kids join, Jayce and Caitlyn visit the booth and when cait sees Vi she just turns her head away with a frown, still upset at their last interaction and refusing to look at her, and Vi decides to tease her and ask about what theyre doing here. Cait kinda ignores her at first but ends up yapping about jayce’s and her’s latest experiments and shes talking sooo much and vi listens to all of it and when cait realized shes been talking too much they both kinda laughs and then jayce says they have to go so they leave and they smile at each other

throughout the fair Cait tries to “accidentally” walk in front of ekko’s booth again, and when she does, Vi is gone and she asks Ekko where she went and ekko shrugs, cait keeps walking around until she sees Vi walk around and cait joins her and they just kinda tease each other and argue the whole day but in a cute way but they both try to pretend they dont like the other bc they have such different lives and vi keeps calling cait entitled but she doesnt even mean it. From then on, Vi starts sneaking out to meet Cait outside her gate, but she has no idea how to get her attention, so she kinda sits there in the rain for a while until one of the dog starts barking, waking, thankfully, only Caitlyn up who looks out her bedroom window and goes outside to see little wet puppy vi standing at the gate and trying to make up an excuse as to why shes here like jayce forgot a tool from ekko and it was just easier to get it to her house instead and they end up talking until so late even tho its freezing outside, the gate still separating them, like the wall that socially separates them.

they start meeting up almost every week, like clockwork, outside of Cait’s house to talk, and for Cait to yap about things she likes while Vi listens. one day, Cassandra catches them and forbids Cait to see Vi again. They both cry themselves to sleep and Vander notices Vi’s change in mood after that, and asks her about it. she tells him everything and apologizes for lying and sneaking out but vander isnt upset, he hugs her and tells her theyre going to figure it out.

Vander decides to go talk to Cassandra at the next Piltover-Zaun event, Vi standing shyly behind Vander’s leg, Caitlyn standing straight next to Cassandra, both girls so excited to see each other again even tho its weird and awkward with their parents talking in front of them, Cassandra listens to Vander who’s putting on The Charm™️ and she eventually sighs and allows them to see each other bc she sees Vi isnt a menace

that day they both walk around Piltover, often almost holding hands but theyre too shy so they don’t, but Vi wants to show Cait she likes her but she doesnt know how to because they shouldnt and also because she doesnt know how to show love in a way that Caitlyn would understand. they walk around and its comfortably quiet this time, even tho theyre used to yapping and yapping for hours but this time they just want each other’s presence. at one point they walk through a tiny crowd and theres a small group of Zaunites laughing at them, at the contrast between their clothes and demeanors and they hear one of the boys call Caitlyn and a not-so-nice words like stuck up or worse, Vi isn’t even sure but she immediately knocks him down in one punch and Cait has absolutely no idea what to do or say but she then grabs Vi’s hand and they run away, when theyre safe away from that crowd, Caitlyn gets SOOO mad in her little british accent and Vi just sits, knuckles bloody, listening to Cait lecture her.

Eventually, cait calms down and looks down at Vi’s hands and sighs, starting to unwrap her bandages to check her wound muttering “You are such an idiot, Violet.” and Vi just smiles as Cait cleans her wounds.

bonus:

cait begging her mom to let her bring vi to one of the shooting tournaments and Vi joins and they have so much fun and cait lets vi try out her rifle and shes so bad and they laugh and caitlyn teaches her and theyre having a moment but cait’s parents interrupt and theyre blushing and being silly teenagers with a crush and they dont know how to deal with it. cait is definitely the one to fall first even tho she represses it bc vi is from zaun and thats not how she was raised, but she becomes closer with vi and vi realizes wayyyyy too late that she has a massive crush and also that cait is not being slick about it in the slightest. she talks about it with vander at the last drop she sits at the counter with her head in her hands like ughhhhhh i hate having a crush its so stupid and vander laughs

thank u for reading :))

[alnilaem]

I don't know how much it fits but, keeping with the theme of butcher!simon's neighborhood being a bit dangerous:

where I grew up (rough neighborhood) there were often bars/pubs and even gas stations nearby that operated all afternoon/night and guys often congregated outside smoking cigarettes and what not. they never bothered the residents, but they damn well worked as guard dogs and warded off strangers.

so... idea: simon and his buddies hanging out outside the corner pub when reader is coming/going to her second job in the weekends, watching closely to make sure she makes it from the bus/train stop to the building door, especially after dark.

OR

alternatively!! simon who stays up and checks out of his window when reader is coming home after dark and doesn't let himself go to sleep until he hears her door unlocking and her making some type of sound (like closing her rickety door or whatever).

i dont think you understand….. reading this altered my brain so viscerally. guard dog simon. yeah.

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“Still got yer balls in her purse?”

Simon lights his cigarette. The soft smoulder of it barely offsets the flickering streetlight above them, scarcely illuminates the sidewalk. It shines over his face, hanging from the threshold of his lips.

“Yup,” he hums. “Right where I want ‘em.”

Johnny cackles through the plume of smoke curling up and out of his lips. He pats Simon on the back, taking a long drag of his cig, and bumps his shoulder with Kyle’s.

“When’d’ya reckon he’ll let us meet the Bird?”

Kyle rolls his eyes. “When he finds someone to pay.”

“Put a sock in it,” Simon snarls. Taps the ash off his cig. 

Photo is a generous word for it. But it was the only thing Simon had to testify to your existence. A blurry, smudgy picture taken on his phone. Half-eclipsed by his thumb which was accidentally in the corner of his camera. A picture of you leaving the lift—a shallow angle of you walking in some leggings, returning from work. 

It was privy to Simon. A likeness to indulge in during his work days. But in a flitting moment, Johnny laid his eyes on it. Read him to filth for it.

And now, they’re here. 

Off-white sheets of rain running off the canopy they’re situated under. Each holding a cigarette to their lips, resting against the wet brick of a hole-in-the-wall pub. The warm hum from inside pooling into the empty streets of Manchester.

A thin sound arises from it. The chime of a shopkeeper’s bell, signifying the door is being opened. Into the diving rain, you step out, clutching a backpack against your shoulder, your uniform sticking to your skin.

It’s a heavy mass of muscle you almost run into. You stop yourself with a hand split against their chest, against the fleetly rise-and-fall of their jacket.

You have to hoist your neck up to see him. It takes you a while to reorient yourself, to recognise the depthless copper of his eyes. And it takes you even longer to register the underside of his face. Bare, flooded under the soft light of streetlights. 

“Simon!” You squeak. The succession of his heartbeat pumping under your palm. Two men hovering behind him, exchanging puckish smirks. “What are you doing here?”

Simon’s eyebrows purse like he’s confused. He tilts his head, looking at you like a puppy, and shrugs. “I’m here to pick you up.”

“Pick me up–” a chord of bemusement strikes you, collapsing your sentence. Your reservations catch up to you, hitting you like bricks. “Pick me up?”

Simon grunts. His eyes flicker down to your skirt, how it flurries in the wind, and pulls you beneath the awning. 

“Getting y’rself all wet under there,” he grumbles. “Brought you this.”

Simon holds up an umbrella. He waits for you to take it before splaying his big hand on the hind of your spine and turning you around, shepherding you forward.

Your voice is warped with bashfulness when you speak. “Where’re we going?”

“Home,” he says. Three pairs of footfall tread on your heels. Each one more intimidating than the other. Sticky and wet as they trail behind you.

“Just keep walking, Trouble,” Simon mumbles. “‘m here.”

It’s a shield that keeps everyone away. The invasive eyes, the creeping men that usually accompany you on your walk home after work. But today, they’re silent. 

The three men are a pack of dogs behind you. 

Simon, kissing the ground before you walk on it.

[risuola]

ENTRY #14 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU // You taught me to feel and it overwhelmed me.

contents: arranged marriage!au, nsfw, virgin!reader, reader discretion is advised — wc. 4224

a/n: this series is my baby, i love it so much so please don't mind me posting for it so often, but here goes the long awaited smut entry — enjoy!

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It’s beautiful.

Despite the clouds, the sky still hints some pinks; the orange hues of sunset peeking through the grey fluffy layers that sparsely canopied above, a tell-tale of late hours and looming night. The air is warm and humid, thick with scent of grass and dew and somewhere, far in the distance, a thunder rumble. And then, warm, summer mist of raindrops starts to fall — cool and refreshing, a pleasant relief from the sweltering heat. It feels calm, soothing as the smell of rain makes its way up the atmosphere.

Or maybe it’s you.

You’re there, basking in the serene atmosphere and Satoru thinks you’ll get sick from it, but he doesn’t stop you. You are too beautiful. Smiling and spreading your arms, reaching your face up towards the sky and he watches you, allows you the relief, allows himself to commit the picture of you to memory.

Thin fabric of your dress clings to your body; peaks of hair stick to your forehead and neck but you seem so careless, so happy — he envies you, he envies those strands, he envies the cotton. Your feet are bare, shoes long gone as you stroll through the green meadow, as if all the care of the world had suddenly disappeared. The meeting you’ve both been on just hours ago forgotten, now it’s you and him in the middle of nowhere.

You notice him staring, he’s way too obvious, but you smile at him and he forgets about the world around. “Turn it off,” you speak softly, your voice like silk, and you reach your hands up to cup his dry face.

For a moment, he looks at you, studies you — the way raindrops cling to your skin, to your eyelashes; how they trace the curves of your cheeks and nose, only to drip from the tip of it. He follows the one that makes it lower, languidly running down your cupid’s bow and onto your lips and then, he leans in, kissing it away and letting go of everything but you.

Raindrops are pitter-pattering against his skin and it’s foreign. Clothes grow heavier and goosebumps scatter across his form, but Gojo isn’t entirely sure if it’s because of the rain running down his spine or you in his arms. Maybe it’s you; your fingers teasing at the nape of his neck, nails running through the undercut and your body pressed to his own, your mouth against his mouth.

His eager tongue darts out, seeking permission at the seam of your lips and you part them, allowing him in. The kiss deepens into a tango of passion; an addicting kind of dance that ignites a fire within him and the cool drizzle no longer feels refreshing. Taste of rain mingles with the sweet flavor of you and Satoru’s heart is pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of raindrops pelting your bodies. Your clothes are soaked, but neither of you seem to mind as you pull yourselves closer.

He wraps his arms around you, tracing the shapes of your hips and back. The warmth of your body pressed into his chest is contrasting vividly with the cold shower from heavens and he craves more. His breath catches in his throat as you reach to unbutton his jacket, your dainty fingers dealing swiftly with the gold button and the zipper — then you pull it off and he lets you, following your movements like an obedient puppy he sheds the outer layer only to have your hands run across his bare skin. The short sleeve sticks to his frame, cotton losing its softness and he feels the sprinkle hitting his back, his arms and neck. It’s running down his body, trickling his muscles and making him shiver in nothing but anticipation.

He grips the fabric of your dress; nervous fingers searching for the zipper and he feels you smiling against his lips. Then you pull, cause him to bend, to sink onto the wet grass and he’s got you on top of his lap. You swallow the gasp that left his mouth and he’s too eager to break the kiss, burning with want and losing his mind over the feel of your weight resting on him.

You’re smiling, panting but not missing a beat in the way you touch him. You explore his shoulders, his back and chest. His needy hands are gripping your sides, running up and down your back as they inch towards the fastener lined with your spine and you moved, tracing his jawline with kisses, savoring the whimpers that barely stand out over the monotonous buzzing of the rain and soft swooshes of wind dancing in the foliage. You kiss his neck, nip at the sensitive spots, discovering them along the way and then, you tug at his t-shirt to reach more of his collarbone and shoulder.

Satoru pulls at the zipper, too harsh, too desperate, but you don’t mind. Your frame shakes gently with giggle and he chuckles too. He loves you. It’s a thought that pops up in his mind for a while now, he loves your smile, your laugh, your taste. You had become a center to his universe, your orbit the only one he wished to follow. Is it weakness? He doesn’t feel weak.

He’s eager, pulling at your sleeves, pushing the fabric of your dress down, crimpling it at your waist and the sight takes his breath away. You’re gorgeous like this, soaked wet and with water trickling down the ups and hollows of your figure, the valley between your breasts, the tender flesh of your stomach and the curve of your hips. The bra you have on, made of nothing but lace, clings to your skin; the crowded pattern of it taunting him with the peek of what’s below and he takes a moment to just admire as he swallows thickly. A knot forms in his throat and stomach and he feels hot, mustering the power within him to gently brush away the wet strands of hair that glued themselves to your collarbones and neck. He swallows again. He’s nervous.

Your eyes flicker to his lips and they’re parted. His breath hitches and you inhale, leaning in and kissing him again. His hands are wandering, exploring your flesh, absorbing the warmth and gliding over your rain-soaked curves. He kisses you — with passion, with need and you feel yourself trembling in his hold. You love him — his eyes, the way he cares, his taste.

You feel his fingers dancing near the clasp of your bra, struggling with it, shaking. He manages to do it, to unhook it and you move your hands away from his hair to let him slip it off. Satoru’s impatient, he tugs his own t-shirt off as you barely pull it up and then, his strong arms are wrapped around your middle, pulling you flush to him. Skin touched the skin and he forgot how to breathe.

Then, you’re down, your back on the grass and he’s right above you. He gasps, allowing his eyes to run down your frame because you are a sight to admire — with your wet hair scattered around your head and your half-bare body glistening from water, surrounded by green glass and delicate flowers. They wished to have your charm. You blush underneath his gaze, warmth spreading across your cheeks and the tips of your ears but you keep smiling, keep panting. He wants more.

Satoru leans in, kissing your lips, your chin and down your neck. Raindrops are drumming against the expanse of his back as he hovers above you, kissing you, tasting you. He presses his nose against your skin, inhales you — the subtle mixture of your natural scent and the perfume you always wear makes him dizzy and he licks you. He’s biting, nipping at your skin ever so gently, sucking little red spots all over you as the reminder that you gave him what he finds the most valuable in the world — yourself.

He wants everything, he craves everything and you’re willing to give it to him. One of his hands run up the curve of your hip, his thumb brushing the underside of your left breast — a silent plea for permission to go higher and you purr, he feels it under his cheek and his nose. A soft groan escapes his mouth as he feels the soft flesh of your chest, both under his palm and his lips and you whimper when his tongue flicks against your nipple; the hot muscle a stark contrast to the cold rain on your skin and you bury your fingers into his hair, finding purchase in the wet, white strands.

Satoru feels like he’s starving and only you can ease his hunger. He licks the raindrops off your body, tease the sensitive spots and nips. You are a feast he cannot get enough of; his tongue twirls and flicks, his teeth grazing your nipple as he latches onto it, kissing and suckling the bud and skin around it, making it red and swollen — all while his hand finds the other one. He cups your breast, his thumb brush around the nipple and he’s rolling it between his pads, tweaking and tugging at the sensitive peak. He’s lost in the taste of you, the feel of your skin under his tongue. He groans against you, sending vibrations through your body and you gasp aloud from the intoxicating pleasure of his touch.

You’re a putty in his hands, soft and pliable, responsive to his whims and he can hear your heart drumming below the cage of your ribs, echoing through your sternum as he presses a searing line of kisses along it. Then he trails lower, reaches your stomach, follows the curves and edges, and leaves his marks here and there — each of them causing those tiny sounds to leave your mouth. Satoru loves the melody.

He reaches the layers of your gathered dress that pool around your hips and tugs at it and you raise your hips off the ground to help him. Satoru groans at the sight of your underwear, a simple cotton adorned with the same lace that your bra was made from, now soaked wet and translucent against your complexion. The sight is teasing, taunting and he’s still hungry.

The kisses he leaves on your thighs burn, sending waves of heat throughout your body. There’s lava inside your veins, reaching up the very tips of your frame. You feel admired, worshipped by the god himself, you feel loved. Desired. You’re hot, feverish, the excitement is bubbling inside your chest and pooling below your stomach; narrowing your thoughts only to the man that kisses your ankles as if you were a goddess he wished to devote himself to.

“You are so beautiful,” he voices his thoughts, the only ones he has right now. “I need you, my god, I need you more than air.”

“I’m yours,” and he’s hooking his fingers at the band of your panties, tugging them off, tossing them away — the soft lace gets lost in the tall grass but he doesn’t care. He’s gentle with you when he pulls you closer, when he runs his palms up your inner thighs, when he leans in and kisses the most intimate parts of you. Your back arches and your head fall back; a soft, quiet moan slips through your parted lips when his tongue finds where you need him the most.

The first lick has him moaning, his tongue parting your sensitive folds and running up between them until he reaches your clit and you’re twitching beneath him. Satoru’s messy about it, sloppily slurping and licking, sucking and teasing. He’s making out with your pussy, wetly lapping at your puffy bundle and setting your nerves alight, making you squirm against the wet grass and even the downpour isn’t enough to cool you down anymore. You’re seething, whimpering, writhing in his grasp and he holds you firmly — one hand set around your thigh, the pads of his fingers digging into your plump flesh, and the other ghosting at your entrance, spreading the slick and saliva all over your pretty pussy. He could stay there.

Gojo’s deliberate when he eases his way into you, sinking his long digit in slowly and he begins to move, soon finding the rhythm that matches his oral ministrations. You’re so tight, so responsive, so delicious. He’s addicted.

“Feels good?” He asks, panting and kissing your trembling thigh, pressing his cheek to the plush of it. His cerulean blue eyes, lidded with heat and desire, search for yours and he smiles, seeing you so hazed.

He looks ethereal — with his hair down and wet, messily brushed back and with few loose strands stuck to his damp forehead. His lips are glossed with saliva and your juices, so red and swollen, you wish to kiss them, to bite them. Drops of rain are running down his cheeks, he looks like an angel crying. You want to worship him.

“S’good,” you reply, the sound barely leaving your mouth in a coherent way before you’re moaning again. The second finger slips into you and you struggle to accommodate him at first. Then, he’s back at the supper, his tongue working overtime at your swollen clit, flattening against it and twirling around, delving deeper and deeper. His hand holds onto your hip as he devours you, his fingers moving in sync, in and out, scissoring inside you, stretching you bit by bit and he curls them, searching for the spot that will send you over the edge.

“There it is,” he grins, his words muffled by the way he keeps himself nose deep into your sopping cunny. You’re arching off the ground, crying out his name, seeing stars and he’s learning your body, studying it, memorizing. He wishes to know it all and then, he hopes he’ll forget and learn it all over again.

Satoru rubs his fingers against the spongey spot inside you and your thighs tremble, close on him. He feels your muscles tensing, clamping his fingers and his name is slipping through your lips in a whiney melody that has him humming — the soft currents of vibrations go straight into your clit. He doubles the efforts, lapping at it, pressing wet kisses all over you and each time his mouth moves to find the plush flesh of your thighs, his thumb is rubbing heated circles along your folds, toying with you.

He looks up at you, watches as you come undone; all the pushes and pulls, jolts and trembles telling him that you’re close — so very close that if he only wished to, he’d push you over the edge. But he doesn’t. The pleasure stops and your chest is heaving. He swallows the moan that leaves your mouth with a wet and messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and you can taste yourself on his lips.

“I’m—so, so sorry—” he mumbles between kisses and he moves down towards the pulse on your neck. “I need to feel all of that on myself, I—” he whines, “I need you to come undone while filled with me—” His words blur against your skin, they mingle in his mouth. He’s so pussy-drunk, he can barely think. His cock is straining against his pants, aching to feel you, begging for any kind of friction and he’s close to be grinding on you. He feels like an animal in heat. Thirsty. Desperate.

You hum — whimper — and grip him suddenly, pushing him over, rolling on top of him and Satoru’s brain short circuit when the plushy weight of your ass rests on top of his aching crotch. The sight of you on him nearly makes him lose his mind — your naked, perfect body scattered so beautifully with red marks of his mouth and teeth. Every beauty mark that adorned your skin, every scar and every crease made him wonder if god worked on you himself. Your hands running up and down his chest, exploring his toned body cause his blood to boil with desire. Then you kiss him, kiss his chest, tease his nipples and he thinks he’ll implode just like that. His hips buck up, his rock-hard cock twitching, begging for any sort of friction and release and he feels the sticky precum soaking his underwear.

You move down and your fingers shake a little when you unbutton his pants. “Take your time,” he coos, rubbing the sides of your thigh despite the urge to take you then and there. Despite the need to fuck you silly, he stays gentle with you. His breath pauses and the first contact of cool air and raindrops with his cock has him moaning. And then, you wrap your fingers around him, your warm, soft palm struggling to envelop him whole, but it’s perfect to him. He’s ready to bust.

You move along his dick, thumb gliding over the slit at the top, collecting the pearls of precum and spreading them down his shaft. His veins are prominent against the pads of your hand, he’s heavy as you hold him, twitching at your touch. His abs are tensing, feet plant themselves onto the ground and you know he’s desperate. “Sweethea—haah,” he whines, his fingers dig into your thighs and you know it’ll bruise.

He looks at you and you offer him a soft smile — one that’s sincere, it’s loving and he could just melt against the green bed of nature.

And then, you move again and his mind goes blank. You stroke him again, spreading the slick all over him and then, the tip of his cock slides between your folds. You’re teasing him, not allowing him to enter just yet as you make sure your juices coat him thoroughly and he moans again. The way you roll your hips, the way your slippery pussy rubs along the side of his erection has him seeing stars. Sticky ropes of precum coat his lower belly, stretching between his skin and the tip of his cock when you’re moving. “Please, I beg yo—” he tries but words die down on his tongue when finally, finally, you sink down onto him.

It’s good, too good, it’s too much. It’s not enough.

He’s overwhelmed, his senses struggle to catch up.

There’s nothing else but you.

He reaches his hands to find purchase upon your waist, he holds onto you as you slowly nestle yourself on top of him. The sight of his cock being swallowed whole by your gummy walls for the first time is so deeply erotic, he thinks he’ll never see anything better. You’re dizzy with pleasure as you dig your nails into his skin. Satoru reaches up to cup your face, brushing soothing circles onto your cheek as he watches your features contort in discomfort — you’re new to this and he’s your first; he’s planting his feet onto the slippery grass, keeping his hips in place despite the desperate need to buck them into you. In seconds, the pain fades into nothing and your body relaxes.

He stretches you so good, so fucking good, you already feel the knots forming at the pit of your stomach. “It’s okay,” you promise, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm and kissing the heel of it. Then his hand falls back to rest on your waist; the muscles in his body ripple underneath his pale skin and he grunts lowly when you move for the first time. Your hips rolled against him and he could die like this.

“My god, you’re—” he whimpers, pulling you onto him, flush to his chest and bucking his hips upwards. His arms wrap around you, his lips find yours as he finds his pace — slow and steady first, then faster, and wetter, and deeper, “perfect,” and he kisses you, wet, sloppy, “so tight, so—“, he needs more, “I love you so much,” he whispers and you moan.

He’s leading the movements, despite being on the bottom and you let him. Your lips never leave his skin, you press your nose to the crook of his neck and your eyes are tightly shut. “I love you,” you cry out, “I lo–ve yo–“ you love him. “I love you—” you do. It’s a whisper, it’s a plea, it’s a scream. The words are shattering in your throat but you’re desperate to let them out, to let him know.

“I love you,” he echoes, his fingers digging into your flesh and he’s about to lose himself. The wet, slapping sounds of two bodies colliding bounce between the trees, it’s mingling with the melody of ecstasy and lust. He feels so good, you feel so good.

Satoru’s hips stutter, he feels his balls tightening. Your walls clench and pulsate and you bite onto his shoulder to muffle the screams when one of his hands snakes between your bodies, fingers eagerly rubbing at your throbbing, puffy clit. You’re close, you’re squirming, trying to run away, you’re so close, but he holds you. His name is all your vocabulary, he’s all your thoughts, he’s the air you breathe and the blood in your veins.

“’m s’ close,” he whines, nuzzling his nose into your wet hair, “w–where—?”

“Inside, you can com—aah,” you cannot take it any longer and Satoru moans loudly. He pulls your head to look at you, he wants to see your face. Your walls tighten as you come, pushing him out and sucking him in at the same time, milking him for all he’s worth and he feels your juices coating him in a sticky layer of filth. A thick, white ring of cream gathers at the base of his cock and he’s soon coming as well — his moves are rushed, erratic; hot torrents of seed sprouting deep inside your tight canal as he pumps it deeper, coating your insides with white, filling you to the brim and overflowing.

Your eyes are glazed with tears and his are not better. Your breaths mingle as he kisses you — slowly, messily, nearly missing your lips. His head falls back, white hair spread against the grass and you relax on him as the final stutters of his hips calm down.

Satoru has never felt as much as right now.

No infinity, no barriers.

Just him and the wet grass tickling his shoulders, his nape, his cheeks, and hips. The rain drumming gently against his skin, cold on his hot body. The wind, ghosting over him and then you.

You.

Your breath fanning his sensitive neck, your nose nuzzling somewhere beneath his jawline. Your weight resting on top of him — comfortable, relaxed, perfect. Your hands on his body, your skin pressed to his skin.

He has never felt so much.

And he loves you.

He has never loved anyone that much.

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♡ EXTRA ♡

You giggle softly and his mouth is curved into a sheepish smile. You didn’t expect this when pulling him onto the vibrant green grass, you truly didn’t see that coming but here you are — your hands buried within his hair, lathering the third round of shampoo and you massage his scalp, brushing your fingers through the once pristine white strands, now scattered in green-ish stains.

Satoru’s lips are glued to your skin, pressing gentle kisses all over your neck and chest and he doesn’t care about his hair. In fact, he’s grateful for the incident because it allowed him to have you there longer — in a hot bath that you both agreed that you needed after spending so much time in cool rain and on the wet ground. You’re on his lap, the soapy foam is running down the curves of your body and you try to wash his hair, to bring it back to its usual snowy shade and he’s sure you’ll manage to do so.

His hands run up and down your hips, trace the line of your spine and he loves his place in between your breasts. It’s warm and soft, it’s close to your heartbeat. “How is it going?” He asks, though he doesn’t care. Your fingers rubbing his scalp feel heavenly, he wishes the green is still there.

“Let’s see,” but you’re serious about it as you tug at the strands just enough to prompt him to tilt his head back and you grab the showerhead, beginning to slowly rinse the lather off. He watches you, the focus on your beautiful face, the adorable pout on your lips and the joyful glimmer in your eyes. You’re gentle with him, not a drop of shampoo or water reaches his eyes and he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. “There we go,” your face breaks into a grin, “white like new, no more green spots,” you seem proud of your achievement and he’s proud of you.

He hums in response and your eyes flicker to him; you lean in and kiss the very tip of his nose. In few moments his hair is covered in conditioner and you slowly allow yourself to sink under the surface of warm water, resting your head on your husband’s peck and nestling into the strong embrace of his arms. His lips press to the top of your head.

It’s a dream. It must be.

And if it is, he doesn’t want to wake up.

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[appocalipse]

hello! can I please request "I really, really want to kiss you right now." with steve and our shy!reader friend?!

here you go my love! hope you like it ♥ 1.3 k

The rain catches the two of you by surprise.

It pours down relentlessly, the cold droplets stinging your skin as you and Steve hurry towards his car, sadly parked way too far away from the charming flea market you had somehow dragged him to earlier that afternoon. 

Well, not really dragged exactly — Steve himself had volunteered to give you a ride the moment he heard you telling Robin how much you wanted to go and see if you could find some new furniture for your apartment, maybe even some decorations. But you felt as if you had dragged him there because, c'mon, what kind of guy thinks walking around a flea market with a friend is any fun?

And to top it off, the summer rain had come out of nowhere, sending everyone desperately running for shelter somewhere. Some lucky vendors had their tents already set up when it started, others began trying to cover their wares with tarps or whatever else they had at hand. A good number of them simply started to pack up their things to leave though, as did most of the potential customers who had been taking a look around — you and Steve included.

He had left his BMW in the parking lot of a closed store. It had seemed much closer before than it does now, as you and him run through the rain, palms over your heads to try to shield your faces from the relentless water.

You accidentally step into a puddle. Water splashes around your ankle, wetting the bare skin all the way up to your calf. You mutter a curse under your breath, deeply resenting your decision of wearing a summer dress today. "Oh, great." 

Steve chuckles, looking over his shoulder to you. Then what you can only assume is instant karma happens, and he slips and falls into a larger puddle, splashing water all over his pants and shoes.

You try to hold back, you really do, but the laughter is already building up inside of you, threatening to come out. And besides, he makes no move to get up, sitting there on the ground all wet, looking up at you like an abandoned puppy.

You giggle, which makes him laugh as well. 

"Sure," he says, "go ahead and laugh."

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" you choke out, trying to hold back your laughter as you approach him, offering one hand to help him up. "Are you okay?"

But of course he is. Except for the blow to his ego, that is. And now, in addition to just being wet, his jeans are also partially stained with mud.

And the t-shirt — which is white, no less — starts to stick to his skin, giving you a view you didn't ask for but that's certainly hard to ignore.

Steve accepts your hand, but you use both hands and too much force to pull him up, so he almost collides with you when he finally stands, his face inches from yours. You both laugh, because it was supposed to be funny — his head almost bumps into yours — but he grabs your shoulders and the remnants of the laughter from before slowly die when you realize without a doubt that he's looking at your mouth.

And you at his. In the rain. Doesn't get any more romantic than this.

Except for the fact that Steve is Steve, the former King Steve, the boy who had a pretty girl on his arm every week, while you are...you.

You're not sure who pulls away first, who clears their throat, changes the subject. But before you know it, you're sitting in the passenger seat of Steve's car, staring at the dashboard as lightning cuts across the darkened sky in the distance, a storm clearly brewing.

And it's worse. This feeling you have whenever you look at him or he says your name or anyone mentions his…it's somehow worse like this, in this moment, inside this car.

As if that wasn't enough, he offers you a jacket that he takes from the backseat. His jacket.

"Thanks," you murmur, taking the jacket and putting it on. It's warm. You remember the last time you saw him wearing it and resist the urge to close your eyes for a moment, inhaling his scent that still clings to the fabric. It's like a mix of laundry detergent, soap, and something uniquely Steve.

You feel a blush creep up your neck, and you look away, trying to focus on something else. Anything else.

He hasn't started the car yet, you notice. Perhaps  he's considering waiting to see if the weather will get a little better? It doesn't look that bad that it's not safe to drive, you think.

“Sorry for dragging you here for nothing,” you say, when it’s clear he’s not going to say anything.

“You didn’t drag me,” Steve assures you, sitting half to the side to look at you. "And what do you mean, for nothing? You wanted to look at the furniture, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but we didn't buy anything and now you're all wet."

He chuckles so quietly you almost don't hear. "I didn't come here to buy furniture."

You think about asking what he actually came for, but that would be a stupid question, wouldn't it? A hope of hearing something that he probably won't say. He came so you could buy what you wanted. He's a good friend like that.

Still, when you turn your head to look at him, there's something different in the way he's looking back at you. You smile, hoping to God he doesn't notice the nervous edge behind it, "What?"

Steve opens his mouth. He's pretty sure he didn't give those words permission to come out, and yet they come out anyway,  hoarse and low, "I really, really want to kiss you right now."

You watch his lips move as he speaks, but it's like your mind can't process the words. 

And once you do, you blink, not quite sure what to say to that. Your heart feels like it's trying to escape your chest, a wild thing thumping against your ribs. But there's something else in there too. Something warm. Something you haven't felt in a long time.

The front seats are close enough, so Steve reaches out, cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing across your lips. "I've wanted to for a while now," he whispers, leaning in closer.

You feel hot all over, the air in the car suddenly too thick to breathe. 

Steve's fingers trail down your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip, teasing you. It's a slow, deliberate movement, as if he's memorizing every inch of your face, every second of this moment. "Do you want me to?" he whispers, and the teasing tone in his voice makes your stomach flip over. 

Your mind is spinning, but somehow you manage to force out the words, "Yes." You mean it. God, you mean it.

Steve's smile grows in that charming, lopsided way he has when he's happy. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin as he leans in closer, closer…and then his lips are there, pressing softly against yours. Feather-light at first, like he's testing the waters, making sure this is what you want. But when you part your lips, letting him in, he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a slow, lazy rhythm, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, holding you to him.

And then, all too soon, he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. "Was that…was that okay?"

You smile, leaning as close to him as you can without jumping over the gearshift.

"It was more than okay."

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[banj0possum]

a scenario where bully yan takes readers shirt off and reader gets embarrassed because they have top surgery scars? ftm reader 🙏

Yan!Bully x FtM!Reader

CW: FtM reader, top scars obviously, nothing but fluff and adrian being a bit stupid

🖤 "Come on you idiot! Run faster!"

🖤 Running desperately towards Adrian's house in the pouring rain was not the way you expected today would go..

🖤 He offered to walk you home after school despite the gray clouds rolling over the sky

🖤 "Don't worry about it babe! Besides, I wanna spend some time with you~!"

🖤 He thinks umbrellas are dumb

🖤 Anyways back to now, the two of you barge into his house, clothes and hair dripping wet from the downpour.

🖤 Adrian tried his best to keep you dry but the jacket he draped onto you soaked through eventually..

🖤 "Jeez I'm so sorry..uh...wanna maybe..stay over while we wait for it to clear up?" He laughs awkwardly.

🖤 Please don't glare or scold him please he will start to sulk like a sad guilty puppy ;-;

🖤 He quickly grabs towels for the both of you. As much as he's enjoying seeing your wet clothes stick to your perfect body, he doesn't want his darling to catch a cold!

🖤 "Come on, I got clothes you can borrow in my room.."

🖤 He runs up faster than you to 'fix up his bed' he has to hide that side of his wall dedicated to photos of you..

🖤 He throws a few clothes over to you as you stumble around in wet clothes

🖤 "Aren't you gonna change?"

🖤 "R-right here?"

🖤 "Pfft yea right here! We're both dudes anyway!"

🖤 He goes over to you and helps you lift up your shirt. At first it felt like the best thing in the world being so close to your body..then he catches a glimpse of your scars.

🖤 He needed at least maybe a triple take to figure out it was scars and not just weirdly shaped curves on your skin.

🖤 He throws off your soaked shirt and looks at them in disbelief, you start to feel uncomfortable until he cups your face with a worried expression on his face "What happened to you?!"

🖤 "Wh-what??"

🖤 "I mean like did you get a surgery or something?? I-do I have to like be more careful with you wh-"

🖤 "Oh...they're top scars.."

🖤 "There's more scars in the bottom?!"

🖤 "No-"

🖤 You need to sit him down and explain what top scars mean after you two change.

🖤 Yes he knew you were trans, but he never really thought about how you transitioned in the first place (honestly he forgets you're afab in the first place..)

🖤 He calms down after that and apologizes to you with rainy day cuddles and kisses to your chest.

🖤 "You're so handsome baby~ my big strong boy~" he coos

🖤 The rain doesn't look like it would lighten up any time soon, you two have all the time in the world to spend time together <3

this was a bit short but i also have a few other Adrian requests lined up so stay tuned for those !!

[hearts4golbach]

could you write something johnnie x reader where the roles are reversed in cuff me?

Yes, Officer.

pairing:

Police Officer!Johnnie Guilbert x Prisoner!Fem!Reader.

a/n:

also based off of this request.

i wanna write more interesting oneshots like this. GUESS WHOS GOING TO GET TO ACTUALLY SEE FALLING IN REVERSE LIVE??? (if youve read the night shift, you know.)

proofread/not proofread

warnings:

slight gun play, guns, blood/violence mention, pet names (sugar, ma, mama, etc,) SMUT 18+, oral sex (M receiving,) spanking, rough sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, unprotected sex, fanfic logic.

word count:

2.0k

your feet slapped against the pavement as you ran as fast as you could. rain patted against the street, a soft sound mixed with your harsh panting. you dipped into the forest, hoping no one would find you there, you needed to rest. your chest burned as you heaved, trying to catch your breath. rocks stabbed into your feet, making them ache and bleed. your white, stained tank top was now wet with sweat, and you could've sworn there was a puddle of it in your neon orange joggers. you began to walk further into the woods, promising yourself no one would be able to find you.

you found a decent place to sit on a log that was covered in dirt, but it was better than the slick grass and mud. you sat there, staring at the ground as you contemplated your options. you needed to get as far away from Los Angeles as possible. but how? you had no money, no car, no jo-

"put your fucking hands up!" a voice yelled from behind you. you whipped around, "if you run, i will shoot you." he added, walking towards you carefully. "you don't want me to call for backup, do you, ms. L/n?"

you stood up slowly, tossing your hands in the air as you turned around. there stood officer Guilbert, his gray camouflage gun pointed directly at your head. he walked towards you slowly. officer Guilbert was your favorite officer form the prison, not to mention, the most attractive. his sunglasses seemed to be glued to his face, seeing as they were on this late at night.

"still won't take off those damn glasses?" you teased. at this point, his gun was pressed into your forehead. the cold metal sent shivers down his spine. he didn't react to your snarky comment. "you wouldn't dare shoot that."

"don't fucking test me, sugar." Sugar was officer Guilbert's pet name for you. he had obviously taken some what of a liking to you, seeing as he hadn't given any of the other girls a nickname of any sorts. a light pink blush glowed on your face, making officer Guilbert smirk. "you wanna tell me what the hell you're doing out here?"

you rested your aching arms on his shoulders, stepping closer to him. " i want to feel free. don't you get it, officer?" he loved when you called him just 'officer,' you knew it for a fact. you knew he was holding eye contact, even though his sunglasses kept you from knowing for sure.

he lowered his gun slightly, dragging it down your cheek and to your chest. he dragged it down further, resulting in him slightly pulling down your tank top to reveal some cleavage. "you know, you're too pretty to be out here all by yourself. I'm sorry, ma. I'm going to need you to turn around and put your hands behind your back."

you groaned, giving him puppy dog eyes before turning around and doing as he told you. "yes, officer." you hummed, trying to weisle your way out of the situation.

he took a pair of cuffs off of his belt and locked them onto you. "why don't you turn back around and get on your knees, sweetheart?"

your heart jumped at his request. you slowly turned to face him before dropping to your knees. dirt clung to your pants and wood chips stabbed into your knees, but you found it extremely hard to care. the pain attributed to the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Officer Guilbert squatted down, coming face to face with you. "you think i wouldn't hear about your little crush on me? your cell mates don't know how to keep their mouths shut. i know about your fantasies about me, ms. L/n. you wanna tell me what that's all about?" a strong hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"well, if you've heard, then i'm sure you already know." you spat, slightly embarrassed.

"you wanna get out of this? use your words, sugar. we can stop any time and i'll take you right back." he teased, a devious smirk plastered on his face. the way he was speaking to you made you throb. you felt arousal pool in your panties. "i have to take you back either way, sweetheart. now is our only time alone, and i plan to use it."

"p-please, officer." you whined, eyes fluttering shut as his calloused thumb ran over your scarred cheek.

"tell me what you want from me, Ms. L/n." he tisked, gripping your chin tighter.

your mouth watered as you noticed the growing bulge in his pants. embarrassment flushed through your body as you spoke, "'wanna suck your dick s'bad, officer Guilbert."

you leaned into his touch, making him smirk. "really?" he replied sarcastically. you chewed your lip and nodded. he pressed a harsh, short kiss to your lips as you melted into his touch. he pulled away and stood up, making you let out a soft moan at the loss of touch. "my pretty girl is just so touch starved, isn't she?"

you watched intently as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down slowly, revealing the briefs that were restraining his hard cock. your hands strained against the cuffs as you tried to reach out and touch him. "fuck," you whined, looking up at him.

he moved his glasses on top of his head so you could finally see his watercolor eyes. "only good girls get to touch, sugar." yo frowned at his words but didn't protest. "you sure you want to do this?"

you nodded quickly. "yes, yes officer. i want to so fucking bad." you sunk your teeth into your lower lip once more, picking at the shredded skin.

he pulled his boxers down and his dick sprung out. pre cum beaded at the angry red tip. he kept his pants gathered around his mid thigh. you leaned forward, licking from the base of his cock up to his tip. you wrapped your lips around him, making him buck his hips up. you swirled your tongue around his tip, making him groan at the sensation.

"shit," he muttered as you looked up at him with watery eyes. "you're doing s'good. don't worry, sweetheart. i'm gonna get you out of trouble, i was goin' to even before all this." word vomit flowed from his mouth as he watched your every mood.

you hummed against him, making his cock twitch in your mouth. you took him further down your throat. Johnnie choked out a groan. his hand moved to your hair. he grabbed a handful of your hair as he tossed his head back. you bobbed your head faster, rolling your tongue over every detail of his shaft.

"fuck, that's it." you stared at his ink covered skin, admiring his tattoos as you took his cock further into your mouth.

his sensitive tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around his length. he let out a low whimper, grasping your hair tighter. you couldn't help but smirk, the best you could, at the sounds he was making. "i wish i could break you out of that hell and have you all to myself."

you moaned in response, sending shivers up his spine. he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, the pain making a whimper slip past your lips. his cock was dripping with your spit mixed with his juices. he helped pull you to a standing position. his hand met the area where your jaw meets your neck, gripping it gently as he brought you closer to his face. "you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?"

"fuck me, please." you pleaded, leaning into his touch and kissing his jaw.

he let out a grunt in response. "that's what i thought. so fuckin needy for me, hmm?" his lips crashed against yours as he walked you backwards into the nearest tree. he tasted himself on your tongue, making him groan into your mouth. he kept your hands cuffed as he flipped you around. your face was pressed into the tree as he tugged your baggy sweats down. "you look so fucking good, even in these state ordered tidy widys." he teased, placing a light slap on your ass.

you jumped, giggling as his joke. he kissed along your bare shoulder as he slid your panties down around your ankles to meet your sweats. you arched your back, giving him better access to your wet cunt.

"you're so pretty," he muttered against your skin as he alliance his tip with your wet entrance. he thrusted inside you quickly, causing you to let out a loud moan. "so fucking tight." he grunted, setting a quick face.

he drilled into your pussy, savoring the feeling of you clenching around him. you let out pornographic moans, which amused him and turned him on even further, this was the first time you were being fucked in a year and a half, and he was giving it to you good. his hands gripped the chain of the handcuffs tightly. "fucking shit, officer." you teased the best you could, your. mind fuzzy and cock drunk.

he groaned at the name, pulling the handcuffs so you were up against his chest. he wrapped his freehand around your torso and began to massage your tit. "i'm always staring at you. i love when you wear these white tank tops with no bra, fuck." he said breathlessly. he pinched your pebbled nipple between his finger.

"fuck! 'm so close, officer guilbert. please let-" you cut yourself off with a moan. "please let me cum."

"i got you, mama. let go." his sweet tone was contradictory to his manhandling. he pounded into you relentlessly, his only goal bringing you as well as himself past the edge. "where do you want me?"

"shit, my- my mouth." you panted, your jaw falling open as a loud whimper came out of you. your walls clenched around his cock hard as you came. he helped you ride out your high.

your legs were wobbly as you turned around and dropped to your knees once more. his cock was pulsing, begging for release. you stuck out your tongue, resting his tip on it. you pumped his cock quickly as you looked into his eyes, not breaking eye contact for a second.

he tossed his head back with a loud groan as he came inside of your mouth. you swallowed it all. he looked down  at you with nothing but admiration. his gaze softened. "here, get up."

you did as he instructed. he turned you around and unlocked the handcuffs, taking them off and rubbing your wrists gently. he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before pulling your underwear and pants back up. you turned around and placed a soft kiss against his lips. he wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you kissed.

you helped him as well, pulling up his pants and buckling them for him. "still can't believe you knew about my crush on you the whole time." you joked, still slightly embarrassed.

Johnnie smiled, pressing one last kiss against your lips. he sighed. "fuck it. go."

you looked at him with a quizzical look. "what?"

"go."

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Jason Todd/Frank Castle ship manifesto and rec list!

For @dc-marvel-crossovers Pool Noodle Party.

These two are both scary motherfuckers when they want to be. Between the guns and the vengeance — yeah, the surface-level similarities are clear. But they’re also people whose core motivations are a) loss and b) a sense of justice. They lost faith in the ability of others to protect the people they love, and so they decided to do it themselves. They get a lot of shit from the other vigilantes in their respective circles for their methods of doing so; I think the lack of judgment coming from the other person would absolutely draw them together.

And at first glance, I think they can both easily be written off as angry characters, but both of them have a massive soft, caring streak under all that Kevlar and grumbling. It comes out mostly in the way they look out for (and fight on behalf of) the innocent — women, children, dogs… they’re both natural caretakers, but they’re rarely allowed to express it, and I think that caretaking is a huge part of what I love about the idea of their dynamic. They only allow themselves to be soft and to be taken care of because they’re with someone who also respects their strength.

Fic recs! Most of this tag belongs to the amazing @mightymightygnomepriest and @bittercape! Please go check out their work if you want more of this pairing — every one of their fics is great, not just the ones I’m quoting here.

forever trusting who we are by @bittercape - like I said, it’s the caretaking for me! This is peak softness, and I love the lived-in feel of the unspoken communication that comes from a long term relationship.

The rhythm of checking and mending gear is a familiar one, and Jason is comforted by the hiss of the whetstone against an already-sharp blade, as familiar as breathing.

Slightly less familiar is the way Frank leans against him when he comes back from packing up their gear. His weight is heavy against Jason’s back, seeking contact like a big cat.

can’t start a fire without a spark by @mightymightygnomepriest - Frank is literally in the rain trying to rescue a puppy in this. It’s so ridiculously endearing. There’s also caretaking (of course) and some sexy sexy sex.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason catches sight of a calendar. He wonders if he’s been a good enough boy this year that Santa’s delivered him a dilf.

Probably not.

Even if We’re Just Dancing in the Dark by @daddyswickedqueen - a remix of the previous fic on the list, but god damn I love Sagacity’s take on this premise. The inner voices of both characters are so well done.

There’s a low laugh that could, in other meteorological conditions, make Jason shiver. Right now it’s too fucking cold and wet to tell.

Jason stays right where he is. This goddamn puppy is going to be warm and dry tonight or he’s going to commit war crimes. Again.

Parting is all we know of Heaven, (—and all we need of Hell.) by @andanotherlittlellama - Witcher fusion! I know very little about the Witcher fandom but was able to follow without problems, and the glimpse at the world was more than enough to have me wanting more. Great characterizations.

“I’ve been around for a while, kid,” says the Witcher, shifting. Automatically, Jason’s eyes snap to track the movement. You can’t not pay attention to that shit. He’s not even making any threatening gestures; he’s rubbing his temples with one hand and is propped up by the other. Nevertheless, Jason wants to curl his shoulders, bare his teeth and show he’s not easy prey.

Make This Easy by @thepartyresponsible - it has once again been 0 days since somebody in the crossover server recced a TPR fic, and for good reason. Significantly darker than the others on this list; this is not a happy story. But it involves one of my favorite descriptions of Jason of all time:

There’s some kind of predator under his skin, the same way there’s one under Frank’s. Maybe this kid’s teeth run a little closer to the surface, but Frank still recognizes his own. It’s just weird as hell to find someone like him caged up in a body like that. He wonders if that’s what he looked like in his early twenties, some unholy mashup of empty eyes and soft edges, baby fat barely lingering on a body already smelted into a weapon.

He was never that pretty, but Russo used to be. Maybe that burning match energy is something boys like them learn early. Self-immolation as a form of self-protection. Nobody’s going to get their hands on them if they’re already on fire.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey loves! I love your page! Can you possibly write one where their little girl plays out in the rain and gets sick? 🥺

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the lovely request and for being so patient to me!

I hope you like how I write your request ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : Dancing in the rain, playing outside, sick little reader, playful day, cuddles, fluff, daddies take care of you

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you didn't thought that you'll be sick after such a good day, but even if you had know, you would've still do exactly what you had done that day

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They love watching you, they always have that sparkle in their eyes when they watch you doing things without knowing you were watched.

You had been playing outside during the entire day. It was sunny at first. You woke up because of the sun this morning and since then, you spend your whole day in your bikini, playing outside under the sun.

But to your surprise, it starts raining a few minutes ago, just after your daddies went back inside to start dinner and you immediatly start dancing and jumping around in the garden, under the rain.

Your Daddies are glued against the window, huge smiles on their faces as you laugh and fall on your butt before standing back up and starting all over again.

They didn't had the time to greet you this morning because when you came downstairs, you were already running to go outside. So they followed you and played with you as long as you wanted.

They chased you, they threw you in the aire before grabbing you back, they pushed you in the pool before jumping in it right after. It was suppose to be a relaxing day off and it became a playful and exhausting day outside.

And it was the best day off of their life.

After some minutes of you running around and rolling on the wet ground, your Papa went to check the oven and saw that dinner was almost ready so he asked your Daddy to come and get you, so he can dry you and change you before eating.

It was hard to bring you back inside but after a lot of compromise, you ended up following him, even though you didn't wanted to. But of course when your Daddy told you that if you would followed him, he would spend all the evening cuddle you under the stars with your Papa once the rain stop, you couldn't resist it.

So you walk, hand in hand inside the house. You were shivering even though you were hot with adrenaline. Before you could put a foot inside, your Papa come running and shouting "No no no no no!" he rushes toward you "do not put one of your dirty foot inside my clean house" he says stopping you.

You look up at him annoyed while Bucky is laughing beside you "come on Papaaa" you say "I'm cold" you make puppy eyes to him so he would let you enter. You knew how to coax them.

He sighs and looks at Bucky who smirks "you asked me to go and get her. That's what I did" He shrugs and Steve rolls his eyes "remove your shoes and socket. If one drop of water fall on my floor, you'll clean it" he warns before walking back toward the kitchen.

You look up at your Daddy who just shrugs and rolls his eyes at your Papa making you giggle. As your Daddy were about to fall on his knees to remove your shoes, your Papa turns around "after all, remove all of your clothes and let them outside"

Your Daddy laughs and looks back at your Papa "But Steve she'll catch a cold" he says "i'll clean if you really want"

"wrap her in a blanket" he yells as he walks in the kitchen without looking back behind him. Bucky sighs and wraps his hands at your waist, he helps you sit down on his laps, so you don't mess your Papa's floor, and removes your shoes first.

He puts them outside, beside the door and slides your socket in them. He then removes your bikini and throw it outside too before wrapping you in a warm blanket.

Now that you're a sausage and can't walk, your Daddy lifts you up and throws you on his shoulder making you squeal and laugh. He walks upstairs and grabs a few warm clothes he found and keeps making his way to the bathroom

"You want to take your shower alone or do you want Daddy's help ?" your Daddy asks as he unwraps you from your blanket. "Wis Daddy" you say holding his shoulder. He nods and kisses your nose before helping you entering in the shower.

The hot water is burning at first since your entire body is freezing cold but it's soon feel better and you sigh in contentment when you feel less and less cold. Your Daddy rubs your body with a sweet soap before watering your body a second time and then helps you walking out of the shower

He wraps you in a towel and quickly dry you. He helps you sitting down on the sink and takes your hands. He dries your fingers and palms who are red from the hot water, he then slides the towel down your legs and does the same with your feet. He dries your toes and in between them making you giggle a little. He smiles and squeezes your toes before putting your pants on and your pyjama shirt right after.

"All done" he kisses the top of your head "now let's go eat either way Papa won't be happy" he says making you laugh. Your Daddy lifts you in his arms and carries you downstairs. You sniff and rest your head against his shoulder, he strokes the back of your thigh who is resting against his chest as he makes his way down the stairs.

He heard your sniff but he lets it aside, it happens. It doesn't mean anything.

He sits you down on your seat and goes sit on the one across yours just as your Papa comes back with the food. Your mouth water just by the smell. You take a big breath to breath the sweet food but cough a couple times instead of finishing your breath.

Your Papa looks up at you as he cuts the food to serve you and frowns "you okay, princess ?" he asks. You sniff and rub your nose, nodding.

Your Papa doesn't say anything else, He gives you your food and does the same with his and Bucky's plate. While eating, he keeps an eye on you and catch a few time were you rub your nose or sniff or cough.

He can see that each time it happens, you try to stay discreet. They don't know if it's on purpose or not but they sure don't like that. "do you like what you're eating, sweetness ?" your Papa asks eyeing you

You nod "iz weally toot"

Now that they heard that your nose is blocked, they just have to check your temperature to know what to do after.

You didn't finished your plate, it was really good but way too much. You rest your back on your seat and close your eyes, you try to get comfy while waiting for your Daddies to finish.

You probably fell asleep for a little while because when you open your eyes, they were heavy. You feel a hand resting on your shoulder so you turn your head toward it and see your Papa kneels beside your chair "you feel okay, sweetie ?" he asks checking your cheeks

You sniff and nod, your head was heavy but it's probably because you just woke up. He frowns and checks your forehead, he waits a few seconds, his hand on your forehead before turning toward your Daddy "burning"

He sighs and stands up, he kneels on the other side of you and strokes your temple "we're going to lie down on the bed" he says and you nod. He lifts you in his arms and he hates how numb you feel when he lifts you up. He rests you on his hip and you don't even wrap your arms around his neck nor wrap your legs around his waist. The only thing that keep you on his hip is his own arms.

"we should wet her hair and forehead with cold water" Steve proposes, following you upstairs "it could be good for her fever"

Bucky shakes his head "no, it'll just make her move sick" he says entering the bedroom "you can wet a towel with cold water and we'll rest it on her forehead but that's all"

He lies you down on the bed and kisses your forehead. He sits down beside you and waits for Steve to come back. In the meantime, you start to sniff more and more so your Daddy helps you sit down on the mattress. He takes a handkerchief and puts it on your nose. You blow your nose and then you finally feel like you're breathing again.

That until it's blocked again. You whine when you can't breath by your nose anymore "do you need some nose drop, little one ?" he asks sliding his fingers down your hair.

He knows you need it but he wants you to make him understand that it's what you want.

You look up at him and nod. He mutters a little 'okay' under his breath and reach in the nighstand for the nose drop he has in. Your Papa walks in the bedroom at the time you finish with it and you lie back down on the bed.

Your Daddy lies beside you and your Papa lies down on the bed too. He puts the cold towel against your forehead and kisses your nose "close your eyes, sweetheart. You'll feel better soon" he whispers

"But we hate to cudde in ze tars" you mumble and through the confusion of your Papa, you hear your Daddy laughing "what is she talking about ?" Steve asks confuse

"I promised her that if she came back inside, we would cuddle under the stars tonight" Bucky says chuckling. He turns toward you and sees you're already looking at him "but baby, it's still raining outside" he softly says "we will cuddle tomorrow, I promise"

"but you aweazy pomited" you say sniffing "I know, beautiful, I know" he sighs "but today we weren't sure because of the rain. remember what I said ?" he points "I said that if it was still raining tonight, we will have to do it another night"

"Mh" you say signing "otay" You didn't really have a choice

~

The stars are really beautiful tonight. It's not freezing and the ground is dry so it's not uncomfortable when you laid on it. You love the feelings of being between your Daddies. You feel so small and so happy, it's where you feel safe and you love that.

"it's beautiful baby, isn't it ?" your Daddy asks, admiring the sky. You nod, your eyes full of your own stars as you spend your evening with your two favorite people.

You turn your head toward your Daddy to see that he was already looking at you. You blush and turn back toward the sky making him chuckle. "are you cold, sweetie ?" your Papa asks from your other side

You shake your head, you're hot with the amaze feeling who's burning inside of you. It's the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.

And even if you're still sick, and even if you'll probably be more sick tomorrow, you would've never have missed this evening with your Daddies

[hockeynoses]

rain on me (R/oy x Jam/ie)

Summary: Jamie is sick. He and Roy are cuddled up in bed, and Jamie can't really help himself and accidentally sneezes all over Roy's shirt.

Warnings: Mess! Especially towards the end. 1.3k.

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Jamie has managed to catch himself a doozy of a cold, and Roy’s sitting in bed with him, keeping him company. They’re using their bedroom tv that’s usually hidden in a cabinet designed specifically to hide the garish monstrosity, and Roy only lets them use it for very special occasions. He does not want to become that couple that watches the telly in bed every night, thanks very much.

Jamie begs for them to watch some trashy reality show that Roy only knows about against his will. Roy reluctantly agrees. He’s quickly learning that he’s unable to deny Jamie anything when he’s this sick. Red-rimmed puppy dog eyes and a cute, pink, swollen nose will be his downfall.

They start watching sitting up in bed – Jamie with the hope that the upright position will help drain his sinuses, and Roy trying and failing to focus on his book. Jamie rests his head on Roy’s shoulder, only disrupted when he has to twist away every time a sneeze sneaks up on him. Roy has been trying to get him to be better about covering, but Jamie’s just too out of it, and too much of a spoiled mama’s boy for a 100% success rate.

After the first episode, they find themselves horizontal, snug under the covers. Roy’s arm is wrapped around Jamie’s shoulders and Jamie is latched onto his side, practically on top of him. His head rests on Roy’s shoulder. Roy catches Jamie’s eyes closing, his breath slowing as he fully relaxes into the embrace.

“Are you even watching anymore?” Roy asks in a low rumble.

“Yeah, mbate,” Jamie murmurs, and Roy can feel his warm breath through his shirt. “Jusdt leave it on. I like the sound.” He nuzzles further into Roy’s chest, rubbing his squishy, damp nose against the fabric in an attempt to quell an itch.

“Oi! You get snot on my shirt and I’ll make you run extra laps once you’re better.”

“I didn’t!” Jamie argues in a tone that Roy is well familiar with by now. Responding with nothing but a low growl, Roy lets it go.

The minutes pass in a drowsy haze. The rich girls on the screen are arguing about who got invited to what party in the background. Jamie gives a low moan of discomfort and slings a leg around Roy, wrapping him up tighter in his arms. Roy threads a hand through his hair, from the brown roots to the walnut-mist tips. His fingers brush Jamie’s forehead in a sly attempt to gauge his temperature - still too warm for his liking.

Jamie presses into the contact, always desperate for it, and gives a sleepy snuffle and a satisfied hum. His nose twitches, scrunching up, and Roy thinks, momentarily, that he looks like a cute little bunny, before realizing –

“heh…hih’AESSHHH’ih!” Jamie turns into his chest on instinct, spraying Roy’s black t-shirt with a warm, wet sneeze. The material that was in the line of fire turns an even darker shade of black.

“Jamie!”

“S-Sorreh- ehh… heh’ITTSHH’IEW!” This one is more of a glancing blow, wrenching through Jamie and misting Roy’s chest down to his stomach.

“Fuck!” Roy curses, then feels a little guilty as Jamie sits up, grasping for the tissue box he’d left on the bed behind him while his other hand covers the mess on his face.

“Shiiii-ihh- ih’TTSSHH!” A thick-sounding burst that adds to the mess in his hand. Locating the tissues, he pulls out one-two-three of them and buries his face in the bundle. The sound of his long, bubbling noseblow fills the room, until he’s interrupted mid-blow by a harsh, “huh’GGSSHH’IUE!” that fills the tissue to the brim.

He groans into the soiled cotton, finally looking over at Roy to assess the damage. Roy plucks at his shirt and knits his bushy eyebrows together.

“You’re on laundry duty for a week for that.”

Jamie tries his best puppy-dog eyes; he doesn’t have to put too much work into looking pathetic. “I can’t helb it, Roy! I’b sick!” As though any further proof is needed, he barely has time to yank a fresh kleenex from the box before a muffled, congested, “nngk’GSSHT!” gushes out of him.

Roy pins him with a flat, unamused look.

“I said I was sorreh!” Jamie pouts, looking like Rudolph with his chapped, damp nose. “Cadn we still cuddle? It was helbin’ me sleeb.”

“I’m not your own personal human tissue, Jamie.” Roy is determined to put up a protest, but he already knows he’s fighting a losing battle.

“If I don’t get good sleeb, how cadn I get- heh…eh’ERRSSSHSH’IEW! Ugh. How cadn I gedt bedder?”  He punctuates his question with a truly awful-sounding noseblow, filling the tissue with all the sludge that had been packed in his sinuses.

Roy growls again, rolling his eyes. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.” Jamie brightens as Roy lays back down. “Just try not to sneeze on me again.” Jamie looks at him like he’s just asked him to swim to China. It’s not gonna happen.

“Oh! I have an idea.” Looking pleased with himself, Jamie plucks a tissue from the box and delicately lays it flat across Roy’s pec. Roy arches a dark brow at him. Several more tissues follow, until Roy’s chest and shoulder are covered in a couple layers of thin, white cotton.

“There!” Jamie says proudly, admiring his handywork. His eyes flutter closed before he curls into his elbow with a chesty, “huh’KIISSHH’ah!” then comes back up, blinking and dazed.

“You’re such a muppet.” Roy’s voice is warm with reluctant affection.

“I’m bein’ considerate.” Jamie wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Those’ll protect your precious shirt. You kdnow, the onde you have thirty other versions of?”

“And yet somehow, they keep getting covered in the bodily fluids of a certain star striker.”

“You love idt,” Jamie says as he settles his head back down on Roy’s shoulder. Roy’s answering hum buzzes through him as Jamie wraps his limbs around him again. Strong fingers card through Jamie’s hair, light skritches that have him melting into the other man.

“Thaggs, babe.” Jamie gives him a squeeze.

“Mmhmm.” Roy brushes a kiss to the top of Jamie’s head.

The drone of the tv continues in the background, time passing hazy and slow. Jamie is almost lulled back to sleep when an itchy tingle springs to life in the back of his nose. His breath is uneven and he sucks in a sharp gasp - the only warning before he unleashes a dense shower of a sneeze across Roy’s torso. “hih’AEESSHHHUH!” The contents of which dapple the thin barrier of Kleenex.

Roy looks down. “The things I do for love,” he quips with a sigh.

Head swimming, Jamie can’t manage a response before gearing up for what’s sure to be a relentless fit. His chest expands against Roy as his breath hitches, muscles tensing as he’s racked with a full-bodied triple - “ehh…heh…Heh’GKSSHHTT!  iihhh…hih’IIISSHHHuu!  Gsh’HT’CCHHuh!” The clearing barrage leaves a sheer gloss of mess on his cupid’s bow. He hazily looks down and sees the tissues in front of him darkened with liquid, well on their way to being soaked through.

“I think we might need to-” Roy’s protests are interrupted when Jamie curls into him, possessed by another bout of punishing sneezes. He rolls forward, angling himself more on top of Roy, and buries his face into the thin layer of tissue coating Roy’s chest.

Roy, not knowing what else to do, holds Jamie through it with a strong hand pressed to his back.

“Hiiiih-ZZSSHHESSH!” Jamie’s frame shakes with it. “uh…huh-gkTSSHHuh!” The viscous mess of them starts to seep through Roy’s shirt, heating his skin. “kx’GSSHT!” Jamie groans, completely at the mercy of his own body.

He lifts his head, tendrils of mess tethering them together. Flushed and bleary-eyed, he says, “Shidt, I- iihhh…Hih’GSSHUH’IUE!”  The strength of it forces the hot stickiness straight through to Roy’s skin.

A whine scrapes from Jamie’s throat as he sinks back into Roy, exhausted.

“It’s okay, love, just relax,” Roy says, resigning himself to a soaked shirt and a long night.

[meloarto-me]

Shiryu X (Reader) Nurse SMUT

(I apologize for errors, etc. English is not my native language.)

Shiryu X (Reader) / Shiryu of the rain (One Piece) x (Reader) Nurse

Word Count: 2,547

Cw: Smut/Lemon/Nsfw, Breaking down sizes, vaginas, vaginal penetration, Daddy Breaking down, BDSM, masochism. Age difference, possessive Shiryu, Illicit relationship.

Synopsis: You are a regular nurse at Impel Down prison. A young inexperienced nurse, she catches the eye of Impel Down guard commander Shiryu. There is a huge difference in height, (he is a gutsy 340 cm tall) and a huge difference in age. (For now, he gives you 20 years and he is 42.) Your illicit relationship is left in the secrets of the prison.

Masterlist

Standing straight, you raise your head. Water runs down your face, breasts, belly and the rest of your body. Wet hair sticks to your face and body. Standing like this for a while, you turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping your body in a towel.

You walk over to get the clothes that are lying on the shelf.

While changing your clothes, you remember that Shiryu wanted to meet you today.

As you toss the dirty thongs into the laundry basket, you realize you don't have any others with you to change into. You blush and go without them under your nurse's uniform (you are dressed in a white nurse's apron with an extremely short skirt. Shiryu chose. Short buttoned sleeves, a collar and tall white shoes).

You hold the front of the skirt in your hands so as not to expose anything, walking like this you reach his office. You knock and enter.

"Sorry I'm late Shiryu."

You bow your head, because if you bend down, he will see your bare bottom.

Shiryu Silent smoking a cigar, hearing the apology raises his eyes from above the papers. He smiles at you, blows out the smoke.

"Don't worry (Reader)…. I won't bite too hard today. You don't need to apologize, dearest puppy. You're here now and that's all that matters."

He whispers smoking a cigar, putting the papers aside.

"Now let's see how much you want to please your Dad by bending over this desk like a good girl while I prepare our next lesson together."

He smiles biting the cigar in his mouth, patting the desk encouraging you to follow the instruction.

"As you fulfill my request, try not to think about how exposed or vulnerable you may feel right now. Instead, focus on learning everything I can teach you about submission and obedience to me."

Impatiently you nod and walk up. I stand in front of the desk on your side, you smile with a small blush.

Your heart is pounding in your chest from impatience.

Obediently you lean your upper body against the desk with your head turned to the side. Closing your eyes, you blush intensely.

The short doctor's outfit you are wearing has rolled up, showing the lack of a thong underneath.

You remain silent, feeling your excitement growing.

"Good girl."

He smokes a cigar, slides his index finger over your ass, a very gentle touch on your skin, makes you tremble.

"As for today … Well, let me just say that I have a few more 'treatments' planned before bed. But first: how do you feel, knowing that your little butt is under my complete control? Do you wish there was something - or someone - to make you feel so powerless and yet so desirable? Speak up now, puppy; remember: honesty is always best with Daddy Shiryu."

You shudder at his words.

"That's exactly how I love it, Daddy! I want to be a slut just for you! Only you can look at me like this and make me feel this way!"

You wait excitedly, your hips spontaneously twisting gently from side to side, looking for any friction on your excited pussy.

You close your eyes. You blush, which shows on your (Color) skin.

"Hmmm, it seems that you are very excited and impatient…. Why don't we look for some way to calm you down right now? After all, what's a puppy that can't follow orders without hesitation or question - especially when those orders involve serving Daddy so enthusiastically."

He inhales his cigar, stops touching your butt.

"Now get on your knees, my dear. And make sure you pay plenty of attention to the bulge in those pants, tonight you'll get a special treat from Daddy Shiryu before bed."

He smiles sadistically at you while letting the smoke out of his mouth.

As I help you lower your pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing impressive length with a sensitive head already leaking pre-cum, I watch impatiently as you kneel before him as he sits on a chair in front of his desk.

Eagerly you open your mouth taking the foreskin into your mouth. The salty taste of pre-cum stings your tongue. Even that doesn't discourage you from sucking and satisfying Shiryu with your mouth, you tried your best, chodx you didn't know much about it.

"There you go… Good little cocksucker. Imagine how scandalous it would have been if someone had approached us while we were busy getting to know each other."

While Shiryu ponders this proposition, he continues to watch as you (Reader) bend your head up and down his length with ever-increasing fervor - taking more of it into your mouth each time until you choke slightly before pulling back to breathe again. Then you continue the action again.

This feeling, combined with your willingness to take control in such degrading circumstances, only increases his arousal.

"But unfortunately, work also demands attention - even for those like us who like to play God behind closed doors. So let me ask again: are you really prepared for what's coming?"

He asks while catching your hair in his fist and pulls you away from his cock.

You lick your lips from the renewed need to suck his cock that barely fits in your mouth. You rub his sex with a small hand that barely wraps around it.

"Yes daddy. Everything you give me is good for me. I really thank you for that."

You lean over and kiss the tip of his penis, looking into your eyes with a sadistic smile. He bites the vygaro in his mouth pulling your hair.

"I really thank you Shiryu."

You say, and tears of happiness appear in the corners of your eyes.

He pulls you close and orders you wordlessly to continue sucking his cock. This time you keep your hands on his thighs to hold on to something. From time to time you drive your nails into his thighs. Leaving a trail of crescents on your skin. He moans at the sensation, tilting his head back.

Kneeling in front of him without your panties, you feel your arousal flow out of your vagina and bathe the floor beneath you, forming a small puddle.

You continue sucking on his penis, closing your eyes to concentrate on giving him pleasure.

"You're a fast learner… Perhaps I could make good use of those lips in the future."

He extinguishes the cigar in the ashtray, pulls you back by your hair.

Slipping out of his chair and dropping to his knees behind you, Shiryu reaches over to gently tug on your hair, then pulls it back hard enough that he has no choice but to arch his back in surrender while exposing your beautiful neck.

"Do you see it here?"

He asks, sliding his free finger over your vagina and rubbing gentle circles on it.

"So wet and eager… And all this just for me."

He inserts one finger into you making you cry out, feeling a pleasant stretching through your big toe.

Touching you and preparing you for a moment.

He pulls out a wet finger and sucks it clean. It lines up behind you, pressing the head of the penis into the waiting hole.

With one slow motion, the hips are pushed into your dripping spinal cord. Shiryu slowly slips into your pussy from behind without any mercy from your smaller body.

Feeling it touching some place in you (G-spot) you scream with pleasure.

You can't explain why, but that old man turns you on so much.

The vaginal walls clench around him like a vice, and you moan and scream when he fills you up and fucks you so well.

It's your relationship with him, and every one of them was unworldly. (I'll add that he took your virginity.)

Come on, you're fucked unconscious by Shiryu, you're happy. You lean forward, leaning on your elbows, doing a so-called doggy pose.

Sexual position on the dog allows you to stimulate the very sensitive parts of the vagina in you.

The warden leans over you and squeezes the uniformed nurse's breasts that were like his massive arms.

You're screaming for a new stretch, and your saliva is dripping down your mouth on the floor.

Shiryu loves to hear the desperation and need in your voice, seeing your submission as he takes control of your situation.

Slowly she starts to drive deeper into your tight pussy with every hard blow of her breath biting the warge, she wants to be quiet to hear your moans and screams of pleasure.

Leaning over you, he lets go of your breasts and grasping tightly by your hips.

"This is it"

He's grunting in your ear because he clenches his teeth.

"Shout for me, little girl… Let Daddy hear how much you want that big, fat dick inside you."

Every word spoken by him serves only to further fuel the flames in (Reader). He pushes his hips into you harder and faster, which shows even more his own pleasure.

Your irresistible desire for yourself grows with every moment you share.

It pulls itself out of you.

"Lie down on the desk. Now."

Swallowing loudly, you close your eyes and stand up with trembling legs. And you stand in front of the desk You lean back on the desk with your hands behind your back. You stick your buttocks towards him so that your vagina is at the level of his penis.

(This position, like many others from the back, allows for strong stimulation of the vaginal wall along with the G-spot)

They twist their hips to their sides, you wait for him to do something, you come up with a brilliant idea.

“Daddy, can you… can you tie me up?”

You're speaking in the sweetest, most innocent voice he's ever heard. You look at him with innocent eyes waiting for orders.

"The Good Girl"

Shiryu smiles, amused by your zeal. Taking the red rope from the desk cabinet, it grabs your hands and ties behind your back, specially pressing your little body to the desk.

It touches your vagina with a finger, makes you tremble in anticipation. Without further ado, he sets up again at your entrance and slowly begins to shove his massive dick back into your tight heat.

It's an incredibly painful feeling, but you know the pain will turn into pleasure. You still can't get used to its enormous size.

"Ahhhh… "

Shiryu moans deeply as he thrusts himself into you to the handle, your belly fucks on the table from a huge penis inside your tiny body.

Hitting every inch of your insides - make you feel full like never before.

You scream with pleasure, bending your back into a bow.

You moan while biting your lip. Tugging slightly tied hands, you hope that they will free themselves and you will be able to suppress with them the cries of pleasure.

Your hole squeezes around his penis as he rubs against the G-spot inside of you, I blow. He takes your hair in his fist and pulls it backwards, bending your head backwards.

"Oh, my God, yes! Right there, Dad! Thank you! Thank you Shiryu~~!"

You scream when he abuses your G-spot.

Shiryu giggles darkly, enjoying the power he has over (Reader)

"This is it, little girl. Scream for Daddy."

Now he's pumping his hips harder and faster, grunting with every deep thrust that hits right at your point, your juices covering his shaft as you squeezed around him in ecstasy.

Shiryu reaches down between them, using his free hand to grab your chest through the nurse's uniform, then roughly pinching and pulling the dress's nipple.

This dual stimulation sends waves of pleasure flowing through your body, causing uncontrollable muscle spasms.

"You like it when I take control, don't you? When do I make your body sing for me?"

He's growling low in your ear.

"I love~! I love everything you give me! Everything! I love you Shiryu!"

You scream without thinking about the consequences of your words. You're drooling when you feel her pulling your hair tighter.

The vagina clamped a grip on its shank. You're trembling. Tied hands behind your back tremble in ecstasy.

As you feel your orgasm growing, you scream.

"Daddy! I'll fucking come. Please ~~ let me cum on your fat dick that fills me well."

Shiryu smiles, his eyes darken with desire as he feels his pussy (Reader) squeeze tightly around him.

"Ahhh… such a good girl"

He grunts, then reaches down to rub the bumps. His thrusts have become more pronounced now that she's asked permission.

"Take it all, doll! Come for Daddy"

He growls fiercely as his hips violently snap underneath him, sending waves of hot sperm shooting deep into your womb where no man has ever had and will have access before.

Your inner walls spasm uncontrollably around him, while the milky-white liquid continues to pour into her - marking her as completely his.

I'm screaming when you're walking around his penis.

"Oh, my God, yes! Yes~~!"

The heat flows through your whole body. Your vagina tightens when you milk him from orgasm. You feel his sperm inside you, you moan louder at the sensation.

More cum combined, bathes on his uniform pants.

Falling flat with your upper body on a desk and lying on the papers, you breathe hard as you come down from orgasm.

Shiryu gives off a long, satisfied moan as she descends from her own orgasmic high.

“This is it, little girl”

He grumbled hoarsely before he finally got out of your fucked-up pussy with an audible crack.

"I think it's all taken care of."

He reaches for his cigar and pulls it over and over again, then with a sigh he looks around for the scattered papers and files that have cluttered his desk.

Shiryu shrugged indifferently.

"It can wait till tomorrow"

He grunted, then offered (Reader) a helping hand to get up from where she had fallen on the desk earlier. His eyes wandered for a moment towards the door - making sure no one was listening in on their little meeting - and then he returned to meet her eyes again.

You moan when he takes your penis out. Semen drips from your vagina onto the floor.

Lying on the desk, you close your eyes while resting. When he shakes your hand, you want to give him yours, but they're tied in the back.

"Could you untie my hands?"

You ask in a tired voice. Sperm is still flowing out of your core. Shiryu's papers are dirty with sweat and soaked with the smell of sex.

Shiryu giggles darkly, his eyes twinkle with amusement as he pulls out of your dripping pussy and watches his last cum trickle out from his partner's pussy.

“Of course, my little pet.”

He grunted, then reached to gently untie his hands (Reader). Once released, you can stand up slowly, clinging to his large shoulders, which comfortingly lined up on her shoulders

When they sit together in a chair in the office, Shiryu puts you on a desk and puts on your pants, fixing your uniform. He sits down and pulls you to his knees.

You cuddled into his arm, relaxing while he smokes a cigar, rubbing your thighs.

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 13

Rain - Phantomhero

Phantom couldn’t help the squeal that came out of him when Jackie hugged him from behind, fell back, and made them land onto a pile of leaves. 

“You goof!” Phantom laughed, wiggling himself free and turning over to sit on Jackie’s hips. “You got us both covered in leaves.” He continued laughing as he grabbed more leaves and dropped them on Jackie’s chest. 

“Whoops.” Jackie grinned, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his teeth. 

“The point of raking leaves is to have it stay in a pile.” Phantom placed a leaf on Jackie’s nose. 

“Nah.” Jackie blew some air and chuckled at the leaf flying away. “They’re for fun.” 

“You like making everything fun, don’t you?”

“Better than being bored.”

“That’s fair.” Phantom looked up and grunted at the view of the sky.

“What’s up?” Jackie started sitting up, following Phantom’s gaze. “Oh, those clouds are ugly.” 

“I’m shocked I didn’t notice them sooner. We should head in before-” As if the weather knew what he was going to say, it started pouring rain on them. “Rude!” Phantom yelled at the sky.

“To the rescue!” Jackie scrambled to his feet, threw Phantom over his shoulder, and booked it for the front door. Phantom ended up laughing the whole run, trying to stop some of the rain from hitting his head with his arms. “There we go!” Jackie sat Phantom back down on his feet when he got them to the porch. The little awning above them blocked the rain. “And the day has been saved.” 

“My hero.” Phantom played up his tone and tugged Jackie by his hoodie into a kiss. Jackie melted right away, and Phantom was now the one chuckling at seeing the literal hearts in his eyes. “You are just like a puppy, I swear.” 

“Maybe a little,” Jackie admitted with a smile. 

“A puppy that needs to get out of this wet hoodie,” Phantom added. “Let’s go get changed before you catch a cold.” 

“You just want to undress me.”

“Maybe a little.” Phantom echoed, winking as he took Jackie’s hand and walked him into the house. 

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@ctheotter

[hanatagami]

My Unlucky Charm (Izumi Yuu x GN! Reader)

god i downloaded so many izumi gifs trying to pick one, i love him sm

i have a bad habit of falling in love with the males of romantic animes, but the problem is everyone loves the main couple together they don’t write fanfics for them and it pains me

please tell me you want more cause I want mORE

if you think of something cute for him please tell me

and i may do smth like this for Tadano from Komi-san so...if you want that lmk pwejfpwoe

it’s been like this since you were born

your good luck was an enigma to you, your parents, and god

anything that could go well for you, goes well

your lucky your parents raised you well cause boy that luck could’ve gone to your head quickly

lotteries, games of chance, pop quizzes (somehow), were always in your favor

now normally thats great and all, but it does get very...lonely

in middle school you had definitely come to the realization your ‘friends’ saw you less as a ‘friend’ and more of a ‘good luck charm’

if it was a mix of both, maybe it would of been fine

but after a certain situation and some reflection on your part, you have come to understand they weren’t really interested in you

they didn’t remember anything about you, even the simplest of things

it was very disheartening, but a very important realization

you just didn’t have it in you to stay friends with people who only saw you as some walking white cat statue

and when you cut them off they had the nerve to be upset about it

spread rumors and everything

how you were stuck-up and conceited, someone who always ordered your friends around and expected them to cover for you

they had shaped your schools image into thinking you had some god complex

you were walking home in the rain, enjoying the soft sounds of water hitting your umbrella and the ground around you

when someone-something had caught your attention

a large piece of plastic had flew past you at a high speed, which was weird cause it really wasn’t that windy today

looking ahead you saw a dark-haired male standing a little further ahead of you, staring blankly ahead of him as if he was processing something

he was holding a long silver rod- remains of the umbrella that had flown past you moments prior

your walk had slowed a little to observe the male in front of you as he seemingly had an internal monologue of some kind

he took a deep breath, straightened out a little, and gained a look of determination

he held his arms over is head, getting in a running pose, and just as he was about to take off-

“Excuse me?”

Your voice startled him out of his battle focus, feet tripping over themselves slightly, losing traction on the wet ground

as he fell you rushed towards to help him, his body weight crashing into yours

apparently not ready for the sudden weight you also stumbled back, bracing yourself for an impact with the floor

but thanks to your luck (maybe) there was a little jut in in the cement you hadn’t noticed earlier that supported your foot from slipping anymore, and grounding yourself and the boy

(the luck must’ve been the cement helping you instead of tripping you)

“Oh my god dude, are you alright!?”

The guy in front of you looks up at you and- oh my god

this is easiest one of the cutest and prettieST BOYS YOU’VE EVER SEEN-

“U-Um, I’m fine. Thank you so much for catching me!” he looked up at you with the cutest unintentional puppy dogs eyes, before he chuckled sheepishly as he stepped back from your hold

“I’m sorry, I’m pretty clumsy...” He looked down in shame, messing with his drenched hair

“No, no, it’s okay, I swear!” You were quick to try and cheer him up, such a sad face didn’t suit the boy in front of you at all, “Was it your umbrella that flew by me a minute ago?”

His face struck with realization at your comment, and it was kinda cute to see the way he began to check his hand and the area around him for the rod-remains of his umbrella that he dropped while falling.

He gingerly picked it off the ground, with the caution of something else unexpected happening that he couldn’t predict. Facing you once more, you were finally able to get a proper look at him.

He was slender, his clothes would hang loosely on his form if they weren’t stuck to his body from the rain. His dark purple hair fells just a little past his brighter purple eyes. He didn’t hold himself with too much confidence, though he seemed to try and a bit a conscious effort in doing otherwise

Overall: very cute 

“I’m sorry about my umbrella, I’m a bit unlucky so this kind of stuff happens a lot...” His face grew a slight shade of pink, as if he was admitting to something strange, his thin fingers began to fiddle with the remainders of his umbrella to help ease his own tension

“I have an extra if you’d like it?” he was taken slightly off guard by that apparently, his eyes widening slightly and hands taking a break from their actions

“No it’s fine! I couldn’t take your extra from you, what if you end up needing it?” You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at his concern, it’s incredible that he can be worried for you when he was the one currently getting drenched

 “Please don’t worry about it, I have more spares at home. I actually won the spare today at a store, so I really don’t need it.”

“Do you...really not need it...?” You had to stop yourself from making a noise at the face he sent you, you didn’t know someone could look cute with shy uncertainty, but alas

“Yep! I won’t be missing it, I promise.” 

He hesitantly accepts the wrapped umbrella from your hands, holding it like it was the most fragile thing in the world

And immediately upon opening it, you both watch in shock as the plastic part flies away in a sudden wind

You guys stare at each other in awkward silence, before he beigns to apologize feverishly for his bad luck

“Um...I have another spare if you want it?” You pull out a second umbrella from your bad, and show it to him.

“I won this at a store today too...”

que a few more moments of awkward awe

He looks at you with a bit of disbelief, you (correctly) assume that he thinks your just saying that to make him feel better about taking it

“I have pretty good luck! I get stuff like this all the time so...please take it!” You back up your words by pushing the umbrella into his chest, and gave a reassuring smile to show him your being honest

“Well, if you really don’t mind...”

“I don’t.”

He takes it from you once more, opening it much more gently then the last one, cautious something may happen again.

You guys both tense once it fully happens, awaiting for what may happen.

In sync you and the mystery boy accompany a sigh of relief with a relaxing of your shoulders, giving each other a sheepish smile at the scenario.

“Well please be careful on your way back...”

“You too.”  “...”

It took him a second to realize you had wanted his name, stuttering out a “I-Izumi Yuu!” with a funny look on his face.

“I’m (L/n) (Y/n). You better get home fast, or you’ll get sick. I’ll see you around?” You offer a slight wave with your free hand as you walk past him, making sure to smile your best smile at him.

“Yes!”

You can’t help but release a chuckle at his response, like he was a soldier talking to his superior.

As you walked away, Izumi couldn’t help but curl up a little into himself, a little flustered at your smile, the way you chuckled as you left, basically the whole interaction

And he was thankful you didn’t hear the yelp that escaped when the umbrella suddenly closed on him without warning.

You guys both made it home that day thinking of the other, hoping you each made it back okay.

(Izumi had in fact gotten a cold, but there was no way for you to know that)

(you didn’t catch a cold, but you may have caught feelings)

you didn’t see him soon after that, in fact it wasn’t until you first day of high school rolled around that you saw him again

when you had entered the school gates, you had unexpectedly run into him talking to a girl with long pink hair, and the brightest blue eyes

overall: very pretty

you walked closer to greet them but stopped when she suddenly gripped him with a serious look on her face.

“Tell me...your name.”

“It’s...It’s Izhumi...”

“Ho ho, Izhumi huh?” Both heads had whirled at your sudden intrusion, you were now able to tell they were both red from whatever conversation they were having...and at your witness of it all, they were beginning to glow a bright crimson.

You laugh mischievously as Izhumi begins to sweat violently and correct himself, while also greeting you, but also messing up your name in the process making you laugh more.

“I’m sorry Izhumi if I could’ve sworn your name was Izumi but maybe I just heard you wrong.”

He lets out a small whine of frustration at your teasing, as if he couldn’t make it anymore entertaining for you.

Chuckling out apologies you turn to the pink haired girl who had been eyeing you two, probably quietly wondering as if to how you two know each other.

“Hello, my name is (L/n) (F/n), I met Izhumi a while ago while walking home. Poor guy broke two umbrellas in a row right in front of me.” You rest your head in your hand in remembrance, your words bringing about another sound of protest from the boy next to you.

You could see her gaze go back to Izumi in which you (correctly) guess is a though of ‘wow he really IS unlucky’ 

“I’m Shikimori Miyako, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope we get along from now on.”

She graces you with a sweet smile as the three of you being to walk together, chatting on your way to freshman orientation.

Shikimori eventually spots two friends of hers and parts, but you stick around with Izumi who has been nervously staring at the ground for a while, probably going over the whole fiasco earlier (and thats exactly whats he was doing)

“Izhumi.”

His head snaps up to instinctively deny his new nickname, but every word seems to fizzle in his throat when he catches glimpse of your face. You aren’t able to recognize the look on his face at the time, but perhaps one day with some retrospect you’ll be able too.

“I feel so lucky to have met you again. And I feel so lucky to be able to attend school with you, and maybe if I’m really lucky, we’ll have class together too! This is looking to be my luckiest year yet.”

You don’t know the full extent of emotions that washed over him with your words, and he’d bet you might never understand what they meant to him. Although he loses all his bets, so whose to say.

As you give him what is probably the most beautiful smile he has ever seen, what once was but a sprout of feelings had sprouted into a bud, and it was left wanting more.

Was seeing him again, being around him more in the future...really good luck to you? Maybe its because you haven’t been around him enough to experience the brute force of his bad luck, that you don’t know what your getting into. If you really were so lucky all the time, would experiencing the problems that come with be a problem to you?

His mind was racked with thoughts, with feelings, and concerns. But overall, he couldn’t help but hope...

...that you meant it. And that you would continue to mean it.

your first year of class was very interesting, more for your classmates then you.

you had spent this year getting close to Izumi and Shikimori, becoming close friends with them and their respective friends, and a whole class got to witness your and Izumi’s luck clash.

Not really clash, but if you were both to be affected by the luck or lack of, the other would cancel it out. somehow.

like if its pure unlucky for Izumi, it’ll still happen, but if its unlucky for both you and izumi, your luck would act up and neutralize it.

needless to say your classmates observed you guys heavily when together cause the weirdest shit happens.

they’ll never forget when they were watching you two eating lunch together outside on a bench, and a bird swooped down to steal your guys’ food only to watch the bird get hit by a stray baseball, and you two were none the wiser.

It’s often that Izumi trips, but when he trips on you and you fall too, there's always someone miraculously behind you to cushion you both.

and perhaps the strangest thing has been happening all year long, since the first day. Izumi broke his pencil, so you gifted him an extra (deja vu), and then everyday for the rest of the year Izumi would break or lose the new pencil, and you would find or win a new pencil to give him, just for the same thing to happen the next day. Without fail.

You and Izumi when together have an aura of hidden glee that practically has the words “we’re normal!” floating around, happy that your lucks seem less prevalent together

But to everyone watching from the outside, you guys are really anything but normal together

you still call him Izhumi cause you think it’s cute and it still frustrates him. You and Shikimori often gang up on him cause his pouty face is wicked cute.

The day you met Shikimori, Izumi had messed up your name too when greeting you, so that has been adopted as your nickname and you think its cute so your fine with it. Izumi refuses to call you it though, sadly, and gets embarrassed everyone else does cause it was him who made the mistake and pronounced it that way

Izumi was by far the sweetest person you’ve ever met, much better then anyone who had gone to your middle school. you’ve never seen someone have it so rough, but be so selfless and kind

it would be so easy for him to be bitter and envious of your luck, but he never was. he was in awe of it, but it never was a driving point for his feelings towards you

to borrow a line from fruits basket, he deserves the moon but he would never ask you for it

you and izumi were picked for class cleanup after school one day

the window was opened to help keep the room cool, it was warm but not warm enough for the school to want to use the AC

that day was the first time you saw it

as in izumi-fashion, the wind had assisted him in losing balance when he had stepped on a wet spot from mopping, taking him to the floor

it was in the wind and the fall you spotted it

Izumi was quick to laugh it off sheepishly, promising he was fine and expected to hear your beautiful laugh

what he didn't expect was to see you on your knees in front of him with a concerned look on your face (though it was still one of the most beautiful looks he had ever seen, every new expression he discovers from you always makes him fluttery inside)

he stood statuesque still as he looked you in the eye, the only thing he could hear was his breathing and racing heart

his eyes couldn’t tear away from your hand as it had begun to approach him

his eyes slammed shut in nervousness and he hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty he had gotten from the sudden heat that rushed to his face

his mind was going a mile a minute, and he would be lying if he hadn’t been expecting a kiss of some kind

he was so ready for it, but also not prepared at all!

he grew brave enough to crack an eye when he felt more firmness on the right side of his face along with a “oh honey...”

you had a habit of calling people things like that, when joking or worried

you did it to all your friends, but he couldn’t deny that it felt really nice to be called that by you

(and sometimes when he’s feeling brave, when he’s lying down for bed he’ll imagine you only calling him that oh how scandalous)

his head had cleared quickly when he had realized just exactly you were looking at, and what specifically you had been touching

subconsciously he had leaned into the fingers that traced the scar on his face, a scar that was usually hidden by his bangs

it makes that you wouldn’t have seen it before, and he couldn’t deny that the concern for it made him a little happy, even though he doesn’t enjoy seeing you so worried

Izumi could feel himself fall in love with the somehow soft-firmness in which you traced it

and he could feel himself fall in love with the idea that normally he knew you would of asked to touch it before doing so, you didn’t like to touch people without running it by them first

he hoped that instinctually you knew he would of let you touch it, and that's why it had slipped your mind to ask in the moment

“...Can I ask what happened?”

 if he wasn’t so conscious of the moment rn, he definitely would melted into your hand at the tone of your voice

“I have all kinds of scars like this,” it was flattering the way your brow scrunched in concern for him, though it made him feel kinda bad too

“I got injured a lot as a kid. I think this one came from a truck crashing into the house...”

“Oh gosh, hun, I knew you were unlucky but...”

Izumi could pinpoint this as the day he fell in love with you 

up into that point he knew something was forming, but this was the first moment he consciously thought

 ‘oh. I love them.’

“Izumi as long as I’m by your side, this will never happen again.”

 The setting sun blossomed a beautiful set of warm colors against your skin, the beams of light fell in such a way it was as if your eyes were softly gleaming, and your hair had been perfectly radiated by the ray, it was almost if you had a halo.

god you were so lovely

and it was from that day on Izumi got clumsier in front of you.

god he wants so badly to be cool, and by god does he try. 

but he wouldn’t be izumi if they all hadn’t failed in miraculously dramatic ways.

one day izumi had “accidentally” made too much food so he was gonna give some to you.

your classmates had been roughing around and knocked both over both of the bentos he had made

they froze at the tears in his eyes, and became truly petrified at Inuzuka’s and Shikimori’s fearsomely livid faces.

Though it wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t genuinely accidentally made too much food, and was willing to give him your extra bento. You had brought it so your friends could pick at it, but you were more then willing to give him the entire one.

it was also then they found out you always made indescribably delicious food

you told them you had a bad habit of accidentally knocking things in or impulsively using things to see how they’d taste, and the result is always top cuisine.

Izumi ate your food with tears running down his face, he was so blessed to eat your food but so cursed to not be able to give you his. (His pride was also a little hurt that you cooked better then him, he wanted to show off to you)

(he didn’t know you’d be happier eating his food then your own regardless, but he’ll find out someday soon)

he had prepped for a study session with the friend group, and it was ready to be really cool and teach you

He was the fifth in his year after all!

But

Turns out, everything he studied on either wasn’t on the curriculum somehow or it was something you already knew.

I mean he was still able to teach you a lot, but it frustrating that none of it was what he had specifically touched on to help you with.

Though he forgot all about that when you smiled and thanked him for helping you

(you may have just given him the drive to learn everything, which knowing him, was gonna blow up in some way)

and then in class he been staring at you for so long the teacher ended up calling him out in front of everyone and he was so embarrassed

the way you smiled at him did make it a bit better though...

The way he confessed to you was so like you guys, so unbelievable but yet so believable

it was the end of the school year when he decided to confess to you, he had begun to grow anxious as the new school year approached

You guys were in the same class this year, but it may not be the same next year.

You guys may not get as much time together, which means you’ll spend more time with others, then you’ll realize he isn’t worth his salt, then you’ll leave him and probably date some hunk with totally normally luck and you guys can win the lottery together and spend the rest of your lives together happily with kids and pets

He’s been

overthinking a lot recently

He tries to stay out of his own head, but it hasn’t been going well

He wants to show you how much he loveslikes you before it might be too late, and as he much as he can hope you guys are in the same class next year, with you and him in the mix who knows what could happen

So he decides to confess

He planned it all out

He’d ask if you guys could have lunch together privately in a spot behind the school, he’d give you his earnestly written love letter along with a bento he made (he’ll make a heart shape in it) and after you read it he’ll tell you how much you mean to him and then

he doesn’t know what next, but hopefully you’ll respond in kind

Of course the moment he decided there was a plan, every single step of that plan was gonna go haywire

he had gone through so many pieces of paper trying to write the perfect letter for you to read

he had wrote some pretty cringy stuff, but he’s sure he weeded out all the mess and made his perfect love letter

And then he thought of all the foods he’s heard you talk about, and picked out your favorites and made the best bento he could

his dad was in the kitchen so nothing went awry, but didn’t help with the cooking cause Izumi wanted to do it himself so “it could have all his feelings inside”

he was happy with the bento, and nothing had happened so he put it in the fridge and got ready for the next day

he was gonna do it

he was gonna confess!

the day started off well, he had the bento packed and he had sealed the letter in a cute pink envelope with a heart sticker (it was scratch and sniff, it smelt like roses which he thought would be romantic)

he didn’t even trip or get dirty on the way to school, maybe this was a good sign!

and all throughout the school day, nothing too strange happened so that was good

(he got called out again by the teacher for staring at you, but that was becoming frequent to the point it was no longer “strange”)

you had accepted his invite to eat lunch privately together, so that was step 1 complete

but from then onward

holy shit

the moment the bell rung he told you he’d meet you there, he just needed to do something real quick

You smile and go about your way, cute as could be

he pulled the letter and lunch out of his bag and with a deep breath he straightened out his shoulders and began his march to you

his determined face was really cute, it was a shame you couldn’t see it

but somehow

somehow

the wind in the hallway picked up? like a strong breeze through a window or something?

it snatched the letter right out of his hands and down the hall

he let out a small disbelieving screech before running down the hall to catch up, wary to not mess up the lunch in his hands, and tried to grab it with his free hand

it was sadly not going well, and the letter flew all the way down the hall, out the door, and straight into the blue sky

He squealed in panic and tried the best he could follow it, he was out of breath and red in the face (he was no athlete) but he wasn’t gonna let it out of his sight

and good for him, he didn’t!

but the wind had flew the letter all the way to your spot, and landed gently in your hands.

He tried to run up to you but collapsed out of breath just far enough so you couldn’t hear him pant

But he could hear you.

“A letter? It has my name on it...” He watches as you open the letter as he desperately tries to catch his breath

you read a little message in parenthesis under the sticker sealing the letter, it had a little arrow pointing to the sticker that said to give it a scartch n sniff, and you follow said instructions

you kinda guessed what this letter was gonna be about, the color of the envelope and the sticker kinda gave it away, and you were impressed by the thought put into it

you opened it and began to read it out loud to yourself much to his embarrassment

but to his utter humiliation you proceed to read the most cringiest and childish little remarks he had ever thought about you

oh god

he sealed the wrong letter

it wasn’t ever a letter

sure it started “Dear (Y/n)” but after that it was a bunch of hearts, bad doodles of you two holding hands and small little things he thinks of when he daydreams about you

that wasn’t a letter

“The way you focus on your work is really cute”

“You look so adorable in your uniform, how are you not breaking any dress codes to look that cute”

“the way your laugh sounds is so sweet it should be illegal”

“Your sweeter than any sweet i’ve ever had, i love you so much”

“I think the smell of your shampoo and conditioner suit you so well”

“god ur the cutest wutest loveliest little thing i wanna snuggle and huggle and crush you and kiss you and-”

the more he wrote the more unhinged it had gotten

god it was literally awful to hear you speak them into the world, and it was worse knowing you were never gonna forget this

it was the paper where he wrote to just get all the random thoughts he loves about you out of his head so he could write seriously

“...I love you so much and I hope you love me too...”

“...From Izhumi.”

GOD NO PLEASE-

He lets out a violent wheeze at your words and you just so happen to hear this one, and turn, and he hadn’t even thought about what he may look like right now since he was so busy struggling with his embarrassing letter

(he had signed it Izhumi becuase theres a part of him that actually gets really happy when you call him that, it’s like a pet name and you look so cute when you say it and he wanted to indulge that part of him but that was a misTAKE-)

(and of course he wrote I LOVE YOU and not I LIKE YOU like a NORMAL PERSON)

the young fella in front of you was nothing short of a mess, he was panting heavily, face deeply red - a mix from running and embarrassment-, his uniform was completely disheveled and his hair was entirely unruly.

overall: still very cute.

“Izumi, did you really write this?” He hides his face in his hand and whines pathetically-but cutely- “You weren’t supposed to read that one...”

He can hear you approach him, but he doesn’t have it in him to uncover his face.

“...Is this for me too?” You gently tug on the cloth-wrapped bento hanging from his fingers and he lets out a small whine of confirmation

He pulls the courage up enough to peek slightly between his fingers as you unwrap it

and upon opening it-

oh god

it was the wrong bento

it was his moms, she must’ve grabbed the one he made for you on accident 

and coincidentally

it was filled with all the foods you like the least

he lets out a shout of panic and you can only stare in worry as he begins to tremble and tear up

Small streams fell down his cheeks as began to stumble through a sentence- though it wasn’t very coherent

His mind was racing and he was trying to get all the words out to explain what the letter was, how it was the wrong one, and about the bento and how he had made one that had food you actually liked and how this was supposed to be his perfect confession

He felt your hand softly grasp his wrists-that at this point had been violently rubbing away tears- and pull them away from his face

He looked at you with upturned eyes that was very reminiscent of the ones you had seen upon first meeting him

he had quiet in anticipation to your next move, he doesn’t know if he can hope that this goes well after he butchered it so bad

but he can’t deny he feels it when you gently cradle his face and wipe the tears away, humming so softly he almost couldn’t hear it

his breath is stopped when your face gets closer to him, and he feels like he may pass out when your body presses closer to his

And then he feels something completely unexpected

His hair is brushed away slightly and a soft kiss is planted on his scar

he could feel a warm tingling from the spot your lips had touched, and it spread when he saw the smile on your face

“It’s okay hun, calm down. Let’s have some lunch, okay? My boyfriend just gave me the cutest letter and some lunch and I can’t wait to try it.”

A new round of tears erupts from his eyes, but he tenses his face and snorts in hopes of getting it to stop. The brightest smile you’ve ever seen is emitted from the boy and he immediately begins pestering you with countless “Really?”s and explanations onto what he wanted to do and to please give him the letter he can’t live knowing that it exists 

(you get to keep it because he can’t say no to you)

God you just scored yourself the cutest boyfriend

Izumi may be the unluckiest guy in the world, but he feels like the luckiest to have been able to meet you and to have been able to love you, and have you love him back.

[cryopathiic-a]

[ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain

[ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need

angsty prompts || accepting some

There was the thud of the car door slamming shut; shortly before the pitter-patter of dress shoes on a wet pavement. It was pouring, more than it should be around this time of year. Hard enough to have white gold melt into silky threads shortly after he took off running after her. She had the umbrella to get by, on her short walk from the uber to the hotel stairs, after all. All he had... was an acute sense of smell that helped him stalk her all the way there.

❝ Wait, wait! ❞ A hand raised as he rushes after her and almost trips into a puddle. And he picks himself up, prancing, slowing down only after she's stopped and turned to ask him what he could possibly want — what more he could possibly want.

Because he was taking too long. And he coaxed her into waiting, time and time again; and she is not known for her patience. So, part of him still holds onto the thought that this might just be another one of her schemes; something to make them jealous and force them into popping the big question. Why else would they just... tell him something like that?

I am seeing someone else.

And after that, they stormed out with him following suit, looking like a kicked puppy.

❝ One moment, please, give me at least that. ❞ A finger held up, motioning for her to wait. And then he drops down on one knee; and gets his pant sleeve wet, in the middle of the driveway where everyone is watching. And there's this moment where they're just looking at each other, a question hanging from his penetrating gaze before he slowly lowers his head and reaches down...

— to tie the shoelaces of his boot. They'd come loose.

The next moment he's sprung back up and heading for her with bated breath.

❝ Oof, anyway, c'mon let's talk more about it — we can talk over dinner! I know this nice place... we'll just head there quietly and catch up a bit, maybe grab a bite, something to drink — ❞ To loosen her up so he can manipulate her subtly. ❝ Muzan-sama... come on, we've known each other forever. You can't just walk out on me like this. I'm sure if we just air out our feelings we'll sort this out — we always do! Come on... 'darling' ? ❞ There's that sweet, venus fly trap sort of smile again.

[eagerbby]

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ? - ᴇᴍ

pairing| virgin!Eddie Munson x Female Reader

synopsis| The year is 1999 and Eddie Munson is going crazy over his need for you, little does he know; you want him just as bad.

an| shitty synopsis oops, here's the final part to the series. I'm sorry it's taken so long to get out but I do hope you enjoy it.

warnings| 5k, mentions of a fight, shower foreplay, very brief moment of Dom!Eddie (I mean maybe if you squint), virgin!Eddie, experienced! reader, pnv sex, eddie running his mouth like always, 18+ only minors dni

part 1, part 2, part 3, masterlist

The diner is nearly empty by the end of your shift, the dinner rush tapering off into a couple regulars and a few kids waiting for the sudden sheet of rain to die down. The clock above the milkshake machine reads 8:50, ten minutes till the end of your shift, and Susan still wasn't here to cover for you. 

"She's never late." You mutter to Rocky, the head cook with an armful of tattoos and propensity to smell like he took a bath in a bag of weed. It was almost comforting, actually.

"She'll be here, kiddo, you know she hates driving in the rain." He places a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in one hand, a heaping mound of buttery grits slapped into a ceramic bowl in the other. 

You sigh, knowing he's right, and round the counter. The rubber soles of your white keds stick slightly to the checkered tile as you walk over to an older gentleman reading a book you'd never heard of before. He offers you a kind smile and a soft thank you as you set his food in front of him. 

"Your boyfriends here." Rocky points over your shoulder as you enter back into the kitchen, adds with a laugh, "Damn, he looks like a drowned dog." 

You don’t bother to correct the fact that Eddie isn’t your boyfriend, you aren’t exactly sure what he is if you were being honest, but you sure want him to be. So you just let Rocky call him as such as you take a peek out of the window that leads to the main dining area.

Sure enough Eddie walks in a second later, rivets of water dripping into a puddle at his feet as he stands there, panicked eyes searching searching searching until he spots you walking towards him, the kitchen door slamming shut behind you. 

"Eddie, oh my god, you're soaked." You rush to him, completely unsure how to help him. He looks more downtrodden than you've ever seen him, sad puppy eyes and all. 

"I walked here." He states simply, shuffling uncomfortably under the gaze of the few patrons in the diner.

"From The Hideout?" You ask, guiding him by his shoulder towards an empty booth near the door. He sits obediently, instantly slumping down in the seat.

"Van broke down, Gareth broke his damn finger during the set, oh and some drunk guy tried to fight me because our 'music sucks'." His hands drop after his air quotes, face drooping right along with it. His hair is drenched and tangled, stuck to his cheeks and neck, and his knuckles are red and swollen when he places them on the table top. 

“Oh, Eddie..” You begin, but the ring of the door opening has your head whipping towards it. It’s Susan, looking frazzled in her yellow raincoat and muddy boots. 

“It’s crazy out there.” She exclaims, soles squelching against the linoleum as she walks to the back office to clock in. Your attention quickly turns back to Eddie as he pulls at a loose thread on the apron tied around your waist. 

“Hey.” You say softly, squatting down next to him, hand reaching out gently to clear his ruddy cheeks of the few wild curls stuck there. “I’m gonna go clock out and then I’ll drive you home, okay?”

“I don’t want to go home.” He says, voice low and monotone as he picks at his cuticles. 

“You wanna come to my place?” You try, tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze. He only gives you a small nod, avoiding your eye contact, wallowing in his frustration. Eddie never was very good at expressing his feelings verbally, but he wore them clear on his face- in his body language. You squeeze his wet shoulder in what you hope is reassurance, and hurry to the back. 

The rain has settled into a mist when you emerge from the back with your purse. Eddie sits in the booth just as he was when you’d left and your heart twists painfully for him. 

“Let's go, baby.” You take his hand in yours and pull him delicately from the booth, hold his hand tight in yours as you walk the short distance to your car.

The ride to your house is mostly quiet aside from the soft music playing from your radio and the shallow breathing of the sad boy next to you. 

“No ones home.” You offer into the quiet, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as you wait for him to say something. 

“Mhm.” Is all you get from him, his eyes trained on something out the window. You wish you could hold him, to cure this sadness that ails him, but he’s more closed off than you’ve ever seen him. It leaves you unnerved, unsure of what to do or how to help him.

"We can order some pizza from that place you like so much and watch movies. I have some clothes that should fit you." You try to offer him a smile when his face turns to look at you, expression sour, eyes narrowed. 

"I don't want to wear your ex's clothes." He practically hisses, lip curling over his teeth in disgust. 

"W-what?" Your wide eyes take turns between the road and his dark piercing eyes. "They…they're my dad's. From when he was a teenager." 

Eddie silent, shoulders slumping at your words and the way he watches your chin quiver in frustration. He was taking his shit out on you and he didn't like the way his anger left a bitter taste in his mouth and hurt in your eyes.

"Shit." He sighs, annoyed with himself for being so thoughtless. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I-I'd like that. Really." 

"I'm sorry you had such a bad day, Eddie." He reaches across the center console and places a cold hand on your thigh. You can feel the chill of his skin through the thin material of your tights and it sends goosebumps erupting across your arms. 

"S'not your fault, I shouldn't take it out on you." He trails off in thought as you pull into the driveway of your house. The windows are dark except for the soft orange light of your table lamp glowing through your sheer curtains. “That was really mean, I really am sorry.” 

"That’s okay. Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask him, turning off the car and gripping your cluster of keys in your hand. 

"Nothing to talk about." He shrugs, scraping his nail across the flaky vinyl of the seat. "Just a bad day."

Your eyes lock onto his angry red knuckles, you can only imagine how they must be throbbing in pain. 

"You should ice your hand, Eddie. It looks bad." 

Eddie glances down at his hand then back at you. "They don’t hurt. He swung first." He says, then- "If it makes you feel better, I only hit him once." 

"Pretty hard, apparently." You chuckle.

"Wayne taught me how to throw a punch when I was nine and some punk ass kid shoved me off the slide at recess." His eyes brighten at the memory of his Uncle Wayne, standing in the yard with oven mitts over his hands, coaching a little Eddie on how to properly punch someone. Self defense purposes only, of course.

You only smile at him, happy that his mood has seemed to lift, if only a tiny bit, his lips curling into a lopsided grin as he scratches at his neck.

"Can I get a shower, you think? I feel gross. There's just something about wet clothes that gives me the heebie-jeebies." He shudders as he pulls the damp fabric of his Corroded Coffin shirt away from his chest.

“Sure. Come on.”

–

Eddie has never been inside your home, not in all the months that you've been… whatever you are. You've always just come to him or hung out in the van at the lake or with his friends wherever they were. You never offered to bring him home but Eddie never took it personally, he knows that your parents are a handful, remembers how you told him you didn't want to talk to him over the phone until you had one in your room. Embarrassed by their constant arguing, their selfish, passive aggressive dinner conversations as you sat there wishing you were with Eddie instead. 

But now, standing in your foyer as you lock the front door back behind you, he feels nervous. Feels like he did the very first time he talked to you on the phone, scared he'll do something to mess things up. 

You take to the stairs once you're done, motioning Eddie to follow and he can't tear his eyes away from the sway of your hips. He wants to reach out, trail his hands down the curve of your ass, but his hands stay glued to his side. 

He's unsure whether he should make a move or not, months of doing nothing but making out and dry humping on his bed has him desperate to bury himself deep inside you. He wants more, he does, but he's intent on waiting until you make that first move to go further- scared he'll make you feel rushed or forced. He doesn't want to pressure you so he waits. 

But now, alone in this house, pacing slowly around your bedroom that smells just like you, his desire to have you is tenfold. 

Eddie needs to get his shit together and now.

"Uh, shower?" He asks, fingers dancing across the intricate glass top of your jewelry box. Your desk and computer sits in the corner of the room -a black cat with white paws curled up in a ball on the desk chair- and Eddie can't help but smile at it because without that computer he would have never met you. Never loved you.

"Oh, yeah " Your eyes widen as you walk to the bathroom connected to your room, Eddie squeezes in the small bathroom behind you, listens carefully as you explain which knob turns on the hot versus the cold. The shelves in your shower are filled with products Eddie's never even heard of before and as you shut the door behind yourself, he grabs the shampoo bottle of the marble shelf and takes a slow whiff.

Sweet and floral. Eddie closes his eyes in the steamy bathroom, marinates in the heady scent that he can only relate to you, before he places the bottle back in its original spot and starts to undress.

– 

You sit on the edge of your bed, a grey pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt folded neatly next to you, knee bouncing anxiously as you listen to the water running trying not to imagine Eddie's naked body wet and soapy. 

Fuck, all you really want is to go in there strip naked and join him, but there's this gnawing irrational thought looming over your head. 

Eddie hasn't made the move yet and it's starting to drive you crazy. All the making out and heavy petting in the world couldn't satiate that deep primal need to fuck his brains out. You know he's a virgin and you're not. What if that was a problem for him? What if he just didn't want to do that with you? 

No, no that can't be it. Too many times you've caught him staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Caught him adjusting himself discreetly, or what he thought was discreet, with a hot red blush across his cheeks. He got hard easily, you could brush your hand against his and he'd pop a stiffy. So why hadn't he tried to go further yet? Maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe he thought you weren't ready. 

The truth is, you are beyond ready to fuck him. Your dreams have been taken over by scenarios that have you waking up in a fine coat of sweat, thighs sticking together from your slick. You need him so badly. You need him now.

Fuck it, you think as you raise from the bed, walking the short distance on tip toes to the bathroom door. You pause only momentarily before twisting it in your hand, plumes of steam cascading into the room as you slip through. 

"Eddie?" You call softly, watching as his silhouette jumps behind the steamed glass, the sound of a plastic bottle clattering to the tub floor as he gasps makes you giggle.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart, scared the fuck outta me." You can see him hold his hand over his heart as you work to get your uniform off. Once you're standing there, completely naked, skin bristling with goosebumps, you take a step closer. 

"Can I join you?" You ask, wrapping shaking fingers around the showers door handle.

"W-wha- uh, yeah. If you want." Eddie stutters out, his voice pitched high with a mixture of shock and nervousness that causes waves of confidence to wash over you.

He's facing away from you as you slip in behind him, his plump alabaster butt on full display. You bite your lip as you admire the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin as he crosses his hands over his cock like a shield. 

"Nice ass." You giggle before sighing deeply as the hot water flows down your back, it's more of a moan if you're honest, definitely more dramatic than necessary but it has the desired effect. Eddie shivers, tries to casually look over his shoulder to catch a peek of you out of the corner of his eye, but he quickly thinks otherwise. 

"Eddie, come here." You reach out to him, smooth your hand down the length of his spine. Eddie shivers again. 

"Are you… are you sure?" He questions nervously. 

"Come here, baby." You do the work for him, hand guiding his shoulder till he's turned completely, eyes wide as he takes in your wet naked body for the very first time. 

The blush that spreads itself deeper across his face and down his neck to his chest makes you smile. His dark eyes roam the expanse of your body, taking a mental picture just in case he ruins this and never has the chance to see your beautiful body again. 

"You're, fuck, sweetheart. You're so beautiful." His voice is strained as you grab his wrist and pull him to you till you can loop your arms around his neck. That's when he finally removes his hands from his crotch, winding them around your back. 

Hugging you is easy. Holding you has always felt so natural, like you were meant to reside in the safety of his embrace. 

"That's better."  You say, burying your hands in his wet hair as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

Your wet bodies press together under the hot stream of the shower head, a silence over coming you both as you just hold each other for a moment. 

The intimacy of the moment makes you warm from head to toe. You can feel it in your bone marrow. Feel the heavy pound of your heart in your fingertips. The moment fades out when his heavy cock twitches against your thigh. It makes you gasp, makes your pussy flood. 

"I'm sorry," Eddie mutters, arms still tightly wrapped around you like he refuses to let you slip away. "You got him all excited." 

You laugh at this, head thrown back as it bubbles from your lips. Eddie smiles down at you, eyes glossy and bright. 

"What?" He asks, his own voice choked by a chuckle. 

"I love you, you know that right?" 

His face morphes as his brain processes your words, eyes searching your own face as if he's looking for the truth that's hidden there. 

"You do?" Is what he asks after a second, hands tightening their grip on your hips. 

"Of course I do, Eddie." 

Eddie's breath hitches in his throat as he leans in to place his lips against yours in a kiss so slow and sweet it instantly turns your brain to mush. Your body slackens but it doesn't matter when Eddie's there to keep you steady, to keep you safely wedged between his body and the cold shower wall as he kisses you breathless. 

When he finally pulls away the smile etched into his face is contagious. 

"I wanna fuck you. Shit, sweetheart. I'm not good at this shit. I don't know what I'm doing." He says rather shamefully, buries his face into your neck. He sucks the hot flesh there into his mouth, soothes the painful bite of his teeth with gentle kitten licks. 

"Fuck, Eddie." You sigh, back arching when he finds that spot under your ear that has you mewling, hand flying to grip his thick hair at the roots. You shove the hand not tugging at his hair down your front, fingers circling the thick length of his cock when they find it. You give him a heavy squeeze at the base, slowly jerking your hand down to his tip. 

Eddie moans loudly, sounding like a whore as he pants against your neck, completely forgetting what he was doing as you quicken your pace on his cock, jerking him faster as his hips begin to rut against your movements.

"Ssshit," he hisses through bared teeth. "Oh, that feels… fuck I'm gonna come if you don't stop, sugar." 

“I want you to cum, Eddie.” You whisper, voice choked by pure lust. You love the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks, the way his brow pinches in the middle when you grab him firmly at his base. 

“Please.” He whines, shaking his head. His mouth opens to say something else but only a hoarse moan escapes. 

“Do you want something else, Eddie?” You seek, hand blindly cupping his balls, rolling them gently against your palm. Eddie falls against you, presses your body flush against the ice cold shower wall as he nods fervently. 

He’s too lost in pleasure to use words, his bottom lip bitten hard between his teeth. 

“Do you wanna be inside me, Eddie?” You ask, kissing across his cheek as his head falls forward, forehead falling with a dull thud on the wall. 

“God yes, please, baby, please. I’ve wanted it for so long. Been waitin’ on you to let me know it was okay.” He places a chastise kiss on your shoulder before you’re dragging his head back to look at his prurient eyes. 

“Jesus, Eddie.” You groan with a dry chuckle. “We really suck at this, ya know.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I’ve been waiting on you to make a move and you’ve been waiting on me and we’ve just been dancing around each other like we both don’t want to fuck each other senseless.” Your bluntness has Eddie’s burnt umber eyes widening in surprise before they narrow and simmer deep with something that makes your thighs clench. 

“You want me to make a move, baby?” He asks, his voice now deep and husky. 

You only nod, fascinated by his sudden change in demeanor. He seems to tower over you as he straightens up, cocks his head to the side with a wolfish grin. He looks you up and down like a predator would his prey; sizing you up as you shiver in front of him feeling naked and exposed on a level more than physical. 

Suddenly his hands are on your hips and he’s spinning you around as your feet slip against the slick tub floor. He pins your body to the wall, his arm is wrapped tight around your waist while his other hand grips your neck. He uses his body to trap you against the wall, your palms splayed flat against it, and his fingers tighten their hold on the column of your neck as he feels your thick swallow. 

“I’ll make the fucking move.” He whispers, grinding his hard cock against your ass, calloused hand palming the soft mounds of your breast. His fingers tug roughly against your budded nipple as your breathing quickens. “You want this big dick inside you, sweetheart?” 

You’re fucking floored, cheek smushed against the wet shower wall, knees knocking together with every sharp dig of his cock against your ass. Eddie was a dirty flirt, definitely a bit of a perv, but he was soft and considerate. It took forever just to get him to touch you, kiss you, and now he has you pinned against your shower wall like a sex god, whispering filthy words into your ear as he uses you to rut against. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. Wanna watch you cum, w-wanna fill you up and watch it drip out your sweet little pussy.” His voice is ragged, breath shaky. 

“You gonna fuck me, Eddie, or you gonna keep talking?” He grunts deep at this and you just know if you look back at him his lips would be pulled into a pout. 

“I’m getting there.” He murmurs, his body leaves yours right after, body suddenly cold with the loss of his warmth. The now cold water is shut off and you turn just in time to watch him grab the towel off the hook. “Not in here though. I don’t want to slip and die as I lose my virginity.” He drapes your fluffy towel around your shoulders before using the one you’d brought him to tie   around his waist. 

Quietly he leads you out the small bathroom into your warm bedroom. His hands shake as he helps you dry off, his cheeks rosy, eyes flitting around aimlessly like he's too afraid to stare at your naked body too long. He seems to have lost whatever fire flowed through him in the shower, back to your sweet Eddie who nearly trips on his towel as he crawls on top of you. 

“We can stop.” You assure him, thumb stroking his cheek, but Eddie rigorously shakes his head. 

“No, absolutely not. I’ve dreamed about this, I’m not losing my nerve, I promise.” He’s nearly frantic as he leans down to suck a purple splotch on your tit, licking over it with his tongue before moving to your other breast to do the same. You sigh under him, gripping tight at the hair on the base of his neck.  

“This isn’t a limited time offer, big boy.” You say, cupping his cheeks to pull him back up, he whines as your nipple leaves his mouth with a wet pop. “Do you hear me?” 

“I want to.” He says after a second, his big wet eyes wandering the features of your face. “Wanna make you mine.” 

You chuckle sweetly kissing him once, soft and chastise, nothing more than a simple peak on his lips. Still, his eyes flutter close, dark lashes dancing across his ivory skin. “I am yours, Eddie.” 

“Do you remember when we used to talk on AOL all the time?” Eddie nods at this, kisses your thumb when it swipes over his bottom lip. “You called me baby that one time and… and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be yours. Your baby. Your girl.” 

“Me too.” He says, but then his brows furrow and he adds, “Shit, I mean, I wanna call you mine. So you’re mine now, okay?” 

You giggle. “Okay.” 

“Do you have a condom?” 

You shake your head, smiling up at him when his head falls forward and he groans. 

“Don’t need one, I’m on the pill.” 

“I-I don’t know if I can pull out in time.” 

“Mmm, then don’t.” You catch his lips in a hot kiss, guiding his head as he moans into your mouth. He’s submissive to your kiss, his little streak of dominance long forgotten, completely captured in his excitement when you press your tongue against his, force his hips down with your hand splayed across his ass. 

“G-god. What’d I do to deserve you? Fucking beautiful girl. Gonna cum all over my fucking cock, baby?” He’s rambling, a clear sign of the anxiety coursing through his veins, and you can feel his heart kicking against the cage of his ribs. 

“Shut up, Eddie.” You giggle, digging your teeth in that spot right under the curve of his jaw that had him cumming in his pants the first time you’d found it. He keens against you, cock thrusting through your wet folds as he whines pathetically.

“Don’t *do that, you know what it does to me?” He whines, eyes falling to where the head of his cock nudges the swollen nub of your clit. 

“You ready, pretty boy?” You ask him, waiting till he meets your gaze before grasping his hard cock in your hand. You jerk him off slowly as you wait for his response. It comes after a few good strokes, when he inhales a shuddering breath and nods weakly. You line him up at your entrance, try to conceal your wince when his thick head pushes in. 

“O-oh fuck.” 

“God, Eddie, you’re so thick.” 

The ache runs like a current straight down to your bones, your body shivers at every touch of his shy hands -even now, buried deep inside you he has the audacity to be shy- at every hushed whimper he’s trying to withhold from you. 

Eddie stills inside you, buried to the hilt, his dark pubic hair tickling against your sensitive clit, as he looks down at you with this deeply vulnerable look in his eyes. His innocence, his inexperience, and his nervousness about not being good enough betraying him with just one look. 

“What…” He pauses, shuffling his hands next to either side of your head. “What can I do to make this good for you?”

“Eddie, you’re already doing so good for me.” Your body clenches around him for good measure, assuring him with more than just words, and Eddie moans deeply in his chest. “Do what feels good for you, okay?” 

“I’m gonna cum like super fast. Can feel it now, fuck, everytime you talk your pussy squeezes me so good.” 

You giggle at him and shake your head and poor Eddie’s elbows buckle as you squeeze down on him harder. 

“That’s okay, baby. You have all night.” You pull his face down, palms pushing his cheeks until his lips pucker like a fish. “We can do it again and again.” 

“Fuck, okay.” His words are slurred, cheeks dimpling as he smiles through his puckered pout. “I’m gonna move now.” 

His pace is slow at start, pulling out all the way to the tip just to slowly plunge back in as deep as his big cock can go, until he finds a rhythm that suits him. His thrusts are sloppy but you don’t mind because he’s angled his hips *just right and everytime he bottoms out he rubs against that soft spongey part inside you that makes you see stars. 

“I-is this okay?” He’s panting as he asks, eyes shut so tight it looks like he's in pain, but his moans and whines tell you otherwise. “Fuck, you feel so good. Do you, do you feel good?” 

“Shit, Eddie. You’re doing so good. Fucking me so good baby. Here,” You blindly search for his hand and place it between your bodies. You guide his thumb to your clit, starting to rub quick circles on it before your hand falls away and your back arches. He takes over once your hand leaves his. “Just like that, yes, good boy.” 

The praise seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming harder, more frantic, as he mouths at your neck. 

“Say it- Say it again. Please.” Your stomach is knotted with heat, that rubber band of pleasure pulled so taunt inside you you feel it could snap at any moment. You’re so close, right on the edge of a precipice you so badly want to hurdle over.  

“You’re such a good boy, Eddie. So good f-for me. My good boy. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” 

Poor Eddie, he collapses into you, chanting on a long drawn out moan. 

“I’m cumming, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

His full body shakes as he cums and you hold him as he fucks himself through it, chest heaving and lungs burning. Your orgasm has vanished, forgotten for the moment, but your entire body feels like a live wire. Electricity snapping and crackling in your tummy at the excitement of making him cum that hard. You can feel his seed leaking out around his softening cock that's still throbbing inside your gummy walls. 

“Did so good, Eddie.” You praise him, pushing his damp bangs away from his forehead. His head is resting gently on your chest, his eyes closed, a blissed out smile on his face. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, baby, so fucking good.” 

“You didn’t cum.” His smile falls as he lifts his head up.

“No, but I was so close.” You smile at him, your chest blooming with your love for him. His cheeks are all pink, skin flushed and clammy with the sweat that still beads down from his hairline, but he’s never looked more pretty. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, no baby. Don’t be, please. You can try again later.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes, placing his head back down in its home between your tits. 

“Can we get noodles?” He asks sometime after as he basks in his no-longer-a-virgin- status and you play with his hair.

 “Chinese?” 

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He’s bounding up from the bed faster than you expect, the mattress bouncing from the sudden movement. He snatches the sweatpants from the floor where they'd fallen sometime in the middle of it all and pulls them on. “I think my favorite place delivers here.” 

You sit and watch him dial the number he apparently knows by heart, biting your lips to hide the smile threatening to split your face. When he catches you staring he wrinkles his brow, phone held to his face as the line rings.

“What?” 

“Nothing. I just love you, Eddie Munson.” 

“I love you. And noodles. And after we eat we’re gonna play a game of how many times can I make you cum with my mouth- Oh hey, yeah, uh, order for delivery.” 

You laugh at the deepness of his blush, the way his face screws up when he realizes the poor bastard who answered the phone undoubtedly heard everything he’d just said, and you just lay there in your bed naked as the day you were born watching this guy, this stranger you’d met on the internet, order dinner for the two of you. 

But he wasn’t a stranger anymore, he was Eddie -your Eddie- who you’d stare at across the classroom back when you were just a nameless face in a sea of people. You don’t care that he hadn’t noticed you then, because he sees you now and you know he loves you.

When the food arrives you grab a heaping armful of blankets and climb onto your trampoline. You eat and talk and smoke some good ass weed he got from his friend Jonathan under the stars just like you wanted to all those days ago when he was just a boy on a phone. A face in a yearbook. 

Now, though, he was yours and you were his and after your tummies are full and you’re high enough that your body feels weightless, you hold his hand tight in yours as you pull him up to your room determined to take him up on his offer. 

[bonny-kookoo]

Your last drabble with jealous Y/N did something to my heart 🥺💔

Please do a Part 2 🥺🥺

Why is there so much lore now what- (still angsty as hell I'm not sorry)

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"Huh?" You wonder when he drops the other end of the short rope back into your hands. You hold on to it before he pulls again- so you let go.

"Aish, hold on!" He laughs, playfully adjusting your grip on the rope again. "See?" He says when you hold on, letting him pull you over the smooth surface of the floor in the main area of the house, making Hoseok and Jimin laugh at the table. You can't help but laugh as well now, accidentally losing grip just to jump up and run after it.

Just as you jump after the makeshift toy, however, another being eagerly jumps after it - the young Doberman never turning down an invitation to play. Almost instantly, you stop playing, willingly giving it up for the young dog when Taehyung reacts in an unfamiliar way to you.

"Bam, no, down." He carefully scolds, panting puppy looking at him. "That's not yours." He tries to explain when your owner comes into view - your tail beginning to wag out of instinct.

"Y- ah, there." Jungkook says, slightly wet hair and clothes showing you that he probably only came inside because of the rain. "I was wondering where you went. Do you know where Bam's food is?" He asks, and you nod, playful mood by now completely gone as your tail lowers itself to fall limply, naturally curled position out of sight.

"I'll go feed him. Bami, come, " You call, and the puppy happily trails after you as you walk through the rain outside to the room you sleep in together with them.

Taehyung swallows any comment - instead, he sits down at the table with Hoseok and Jimin. "Jungkook, does she still sleep with a nightlight, or is she fine in the dark by now?" He wonders- catching the fellow singer as he has to think for a moment.

"Uh, I think she's cool with sleeping in the dark at this point, why?" He asks, and Taehyung shrugs.

"Just a question." He shrugs.

"You should've reminded her to get her blanket and pajamas from Jungkooks room on her way." Jimin sneakily says to Taehyung, who clicks his tongue.

"Ah, you're right. But we can get it later too- she doesn't seem too tired yet."

"Whoa whoa whoa-" Jungkook asks with furrowed brows. "What're you talking about?"

"Y/N will sleep with me for tonight. So Bam can have more space." Taehyung replies.

"Bam sleeps in his crate. She sleeps in the bed - there's no issue with space." He argues a bit irritated now.

"Yeah, but still. We want to make a small campfire tonight and maybe shoot some of those fireworks." The singer explains, sneaking some bits of food from Hoseok.

"She's scared of fireworks." Jungkook argues.

"Didn't she get over it during the wemvlay concert back in 2019?" Hoseok carefully says. "I remember you buying her that bear-sweater after." He says.

"But Bam is still scared of fireworks, no?" Jimin says, without looking away from his food. The singer has been getting upset at the sight of Jungkooks' behavior towards you for a while now. "Maybe you confused the two of them. They're both your puppies, after all."

"She's not a dog -" Jungkook cringes before he stops in his steps.

"Not a full dog." Taehyung sighs. "But there's a dog's soul in there. That's nothing demeaning, that's just how it is with her." He says.

"Why do I feel like you're scolding me?" Jungkook asks, arms crossed.

"Because we are." Hoseok now chimes in, putting his cutlery down. The rapper has a serious face, and it's clear to everyone that he's going to put his foot down now. "Jungkook, if you can't handle both of them you need to give one away-"

"I just got Bam, he just still need a bit of training-"

"The fact that you thought of him first says everything Jungkook." The dancer says sternly. "Where was she the entire day?" He asks, and Jungkook opens his mouth a few times, before looking down. "I hate that you forget that she's a big responsibility. She could've run off, gotten scared, hit by a car, gotten lost-"

"Hyung you're being dramatic-"

"Am I?" He now raises his voice before calming down. "You have no idea what she did or where she was today! And I have every right to assume that this has been happening for a while now!" He scolds, everyone quiet at his outburst. "We all stood behind you when you got her. We all supported you, helped you, because we saw that you loved her and that you put in effort to make things work out." He continues. "Taehyung, I appreciate your kindness. Please look after her for the last few nights we're here- Lets call up Jennie after we're done here so she can stay with her." He says.

"You can't decide that-"

"You forget that you chose me as her secondary guardian." Hoseok says, standing up. "And I told you that I would protect her."

"You can't take her away - I'm not a child, yes I may have not given her 100% attention, but my God, she understood because Bam was a baby and needed it most!" Jungkook angrily barks back now. "You all act as if she's a child that can't take care of herself when she clearly can!"

"No one doubts that." Jimin carefully says. "But she's also a hybrid at the end of the day. And she's hurting quietly, so you won't notice." He explains. "Yoongi found her crying today while you were playing with Bam, so Taehyung took care of her today instead of you. And that's fine if it's once or twice, but she's been like this for quite some time now, and it's upsetting that everyone noticed but you."

"I did notice-" Jungkook sighs.

"That just makes it worse." Jin complains quietly as he walks in, having overheard the commotion. "Jungkookie, let's just drop it for now. She'll go and spend some time with Jennie until you've cleared your head and made a decision on how to solve this. Right now, you're angry and emotional, and nothing proper will come from this- but I think we can agree that it can't stay like this." He explains. "It's dangerous and negligent."

Jungkook watches as you sit down next to his dog who's happily munching his food from the window, before he quietly speaks. "I'll have to give her away, don't I."

Jin sighs. "That's a decision you have to make all by yourself."