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#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru
â sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasnât the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basketâitâs right between your legs.. boo!
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warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefĂčcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied brĂ©eding, cunnÄ«lingus / face sÄ«tting, bĂłob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.
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at the gojoâs, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads âstep if you dare.â part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didnât answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, youâd switch with satoruâyour jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early youâd take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but itâs to your utmost âsurpriseâ that satoru opens the door.
âoh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?â heâd hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, heâs wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.
with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. âmyself,â and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair thatâs spikier than usual. satoruâs wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, âwho are you even supposed to be.â
âuh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,â and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. âaw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, theyâre out with nanami ân suguru trick-or-treatinâ. just some blocks down,â and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that youâd probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguruâyou didnât have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. âoh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.â
âdonât call me that.â
âjust did.â
oh, brother.
the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kidsâthe memories all came crawling back. the two of you didnât end off on a bad noteâdivorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, youâd get the week and heâd get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.
âexcuse the mess,â satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. âif i knew you were cominâ over around this hour iâd clean a bit,â and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. âhey. sweetheart, youâre lookinâ down again.â
with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like heâs gotten even more handsome.
satoru gojo was always attractiveâthere was no doubt about it.
he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.
again, there wasnât a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.
the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named âkakashiâ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just âcause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.
satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leafâhonestly, you tuned out.
he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.
âi donât wanna fight, gojo.â
âhmph. so itâs âgojoâ now,â he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughterâs legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. âand i donât wanna fight either. in fact, i jusâ wanna talk.â
âso . . talk then,â you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.
a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. âsoooo,â and itâs an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and heâs got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your handâyour fingers specifically before he slyly coos. âi see youâre still wearinâ your wedding ring.â
shit.
he had a point.
after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did tooâhe also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women whoâd try to hit on him.
you honestly donât know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surpriseâyou thought heâd stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.
you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, âshut up.â
satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. heâs so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.
you remember the exact brand too, and it wasnât exactly cheap either. heâd buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.
thereâs so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.
thereâs an annoying voice in your brain thatâs screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.
you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.
satoruâs eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you donâtâ in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,
âmake me.â
so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.
not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.
and thatâs when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoruâs laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.
glossy - itâs prettier like heâs never seen it, and he canât help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.
âyâknowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didnât think you meant sitting on my fâmmph,â and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.
satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.
as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you werenât laughing.
his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.
âf- fuck,â you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didnât care about words.
you didnât care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.
perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoruâs always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.
his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much itâs missed its favorite meal.
curl after fucking curl, heâs leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he canât help but smell your tangy glacĂ© coated sex.
itâs pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. âh- heh, âs this why you came over? to shut me up ân use my fuckinâ mouth, sweetheart?â
âgod, you talk t.. too much,â you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.
satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.
heâd just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.
a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jawâs already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.
satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before heâs starting to suck against your clit.
âoh! fuck, right there âtoru, riiiight there,â and heâs just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. âfuck, fuckinâ spit on it, âtoru. pleasepleaseee.â
cute.
youâre calling him âtoru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongueâs doing.
âwifeyâs still as nasty as ever,â satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud âpshâ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. âmmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.â you peek down at satoru whoâs the literal epitome of the word smug.
heâs smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.
you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.
satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.
wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.
with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. âlisten to how damn wet she is,â he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. heâs playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. âmhm, i know, i know,â and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second heâs focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.
all six eyes were fixated between your legsâ
satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.
heâs nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and youâre letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out âm-a-r-r-y m-eâ and as lewd as it was, heâs proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.
he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ân locked. satoruâs a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.
âsatoru⊠ngh,â you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. youâre fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. youâre squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. âgoddd, âm gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.â
âletâs see what she thinks,â he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoruâs entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud âpop!â sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.
fuck, he had such long fingers.
you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being âthe strongestâ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasnât fucking kidding . .
âhm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?â and your lips curl up into a pout. heâs serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.
again, youâre just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru canât help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesnât get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.
youâre slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. youâre close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.
already, heâs located it like âxâ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.
satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . youâve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.
you couldnât help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as youâre leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.
itâs carnal, youâre stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, heâs adding in another finger and the spongy pressure thatâs being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!
âtoru, satoâfuck, âm cumming, âm gonna cum,â and your words repeated themselves over and over. youâre like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as youâre blissfully coming undone.
satoruâs staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. âugh, fuuuck.â and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.
satoruâs still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.
you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongueâit felt that good to where itâs like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.
only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. heâs still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.
âyeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,â and you moan as heâs still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. âfuck, yâr so hot when you try âta put me in my place, sweetheart.â
âstop talking,â you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy âughâ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.
like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.
heâs still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. âoh, whatâs this?â he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.
this time though, itâs more sensual. satoruâs taking in every piece of fabric thatâs protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.
he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. heâs taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.
âgonna ride me, yeah?â he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.
coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.
just . . one . . more,
right?
well, thatâs what you told yourself.
but all that went out the window the second youâre aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. itâs like a game of chess. heâs waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.
two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.
his tipâitâs got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.
itâs rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.
and it does - it definitely does.
âohhh fuck,â you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.
satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as youâre still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldnât help but feel you everywhere.
starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. âgod, donât know how much i missed you ân your smart mouth,â and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. âmissed this ass just as much.â
âbet you did,â you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. heâs huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoruâs girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.
heâs got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. itâs a feeling youâll probably never get used to.
âwhatâs with the smirk? somethinâ funny?â
âyou, baby,â satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as youâre trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.
satoruâs sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. âall that talk ân you still canât take me. thought i trained my wifeâs pussy good,â and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. âguessss not!â
âfuck you.â you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.
pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.
satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as heâs got your wrists restrained against your back.
satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.
god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.
âfuck you,â he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you werenât even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.
from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.
your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. âmyyy, what a fuckinâ mess,â and you suck your teeth, feeling satoruâs loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.
the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. âstill wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,â he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. âooh, she likes that,â and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. âfuuck, sheâs achinâ for it. look at that pretty âlil throb. so cute.â
âare you gonna fuck me or nââ
âlisten, honey,â and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. heâs so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.
inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. âiâm gonna fuck you,â he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. âmight as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while âm at it,â and you moan once heâs slowly starting to sink his way in.
satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.
his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, heâs just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.
satoru could stare at you all day if he could. âf- fuhâfuck,â you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like âoâ the moment heâs easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.
your tummy dips from each inch thatâs gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until heâs starting to gruffly groan. satoruâs already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.
it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussyâs holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. â âtoruuu, âs fuckinâ big.â
âallll for you,â he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as heâs starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. âall. for. you,â
and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.
the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .
you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.
satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.
it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.
satoruâs got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and heâs got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skinâeach smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.
you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.
heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then againâitâs satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckinâ kind..
his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like itâs been ages, and it kinda has.
with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. itâs a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, âah ah. where ya goin'?â he reels you right back into him. heâs so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. âaw, donât get shy on me now, sweetheart,â he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. âwanna hear my wifeâs pretty voice. yâr sloppy pussyâs nice but i wannaângh, hear you.â
âex-wife,â you correct him again, and you know heâs just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. âhnghh. stupid-,â you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.
you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.
he had the type of dick where itâd make you question your life choicesâso good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.
youâre pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesnât even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.
and his stamina . . oh,
it never changed once he agedâhe had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.
âwhaaatâs that?â satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. itâs safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.
satoruâs got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.
heâs amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. âsuch a brat, bet you donât slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?â
you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. âmmh. maybe i do. âs none of your business.â
âoh girl, please,â satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.
you still couldnât get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.
the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as heâs still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckinâ deep before satoru starts to slow down.
with a wet âplop!â he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. âfuuck,â and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.
you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.
your pussyâs pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.
as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like youâre saying âwhat happened?â
âso . . fuckinâ hot,â satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.
he heard your melodic âooohâ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru canât help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. âah, canât forget about my favorite girls,â and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoruâs hips start to get sloppy and his cockâs just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. âso pretty ân plump. . all mine.â
satoru continues to fondle your breasts as heâs ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. heâs moaning against your ear right with you, and satoruâs starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.
his cockâs rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. itâs smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. âfuck, fuck me,â you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.
âgreedy âlil thing,â satoru huffs, and as heâs still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoruâs massaging your walls so good that itâs like heâs putting a wicked spell on your pussy.
you could barely even sit up anymore, and heâs holding your hips firmly. âmmhhh, gettinâ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.â
âhow about you stop talking-â
âhow about i edge you ân let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?â
radio silence.
you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.
âuh huh. âs what i thought,â and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.
his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.
the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoruâs abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. âhah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.â
âfuck,â you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.
satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. âheh, fuck? thatâs not an answer, silly.â
âinside, fuckinâ finish inside, âtoru,â you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.
youâve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like theyâve had just about enough.
ânuh uh, manners sweetheart. donât act brand new,â he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoruâs slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. heâs back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, â âpretty pleaseeeâ, câmon baby. talk to me nice.â
with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, âfuck you.â
âhah, youâre a trip, yâknow that?â and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.
as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. âitâs âfuck meâ ân yet youâre bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckinâ me,â and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.
within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voiceâ
itâs sexy, and satoruâs feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. itâs cute, the way how youâre so impatient but such a brat.
the woman he always knew - his wife.
âsatoâsatoruuu,â you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, âfine, pretty please.â
âpretty please what, sweetheart?â
heâs annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like itâs some repetitive sacred mantra.
with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, âpretty please . . cum inside, âtoru. please.â
âatta girl, use those words,â he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. âgod, this tummy,â he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.
satoruâs body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and thatâs when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.
you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. âmhm, youâd look so pretty plump ân round again for me, baby,â and satoruâs starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his highâs approaching at a hasty speed. âprettiest fuckinâ mommy. fuck, âm gonna give you so much.â
white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behindâskin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, âfuck!â youâre moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoruâs strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as youâre barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.
when it arrives, itâs quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as heâs slowly pumping you full of ribbons ân ribbons of cum.
pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. âfuuuck,â you breathe, hearing satoruâs groans overshadow your noises. heâs always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.
he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoruâs eyes flicker down toward the mess thatâs being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.
bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.
gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. heâs missed filling you up like this - so so bad.
satoru nearly slips out a whine as heâs dumping his all into youâcasually filling you to the brim, and thatâs when his hips start to get even sloppier.
he was a mess, and youâve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussyâs all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.
a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldnât help but pull out. itâs a squishy lewd âpopâ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. âgod, look at how pretty she is after a good fillinâ,â he huffs, and youâre still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. youâre lying on your back, meeting his gaze.
youâve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.
he didnât even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and thatâs when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.
âcanât . . let it go to waste,â he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.
slowly, heâs lapping up the remnants of his cum thatâs spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. âmmh.â
âs- satoru,â you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.
with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. âkiss me.â
âheh, thatâs my girl,â he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. heâs been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.
he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. youâve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoruâs lips as heâs making out with you.
itâs intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.
satoruâs sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. âfuckinâ woman,â he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.
you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.
it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..
satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before thatâs when you abruptly pull away.
âh..hey,â he huffs, and heâs entirely flustered. satoruâs got heart eyes in his pupils, and heâs very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. âwhatâsâ ah.â
like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kidsâsatoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.
as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.
fuck it.
fuck him - literally.
âlie back,â you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. youâre getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.
like a dog â heâs obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.
âoh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?â satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.
it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ân forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. âshit,â he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. âf- fine. but this means . . youâll give me another chance?â
you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. âweâll see.â
âiâll take it,â satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second youâre starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.
heâs still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoruâs abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.
âdo your worst fuckinâ then,â satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.
as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.
âm- make your husband proud, wifey.â
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viv: [cain]'s just a weirdo who liked following us cain: look, sister, i'm not into you like that
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Hello how are you? đ I have something in mind for the movie triple frontier ïżŒ
Like imagine Ben Miller x girlfriend shy reader and both your infant son is a mommy boy, waiting Ben after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms
a/n: Baby, I've been busy. But overall? Pretty swell, thank you for asking! And this ask? A Benny ask with a shy!reader? With a child??? FAWK, it made my entire WEEK(S), so I cannot thank you enough! đâ€ïž Hope you don't mind me making them husband & wife instead, and take care!
warnings: lovestruck benny, fluffy family-focused, brief mma-level violence & explicit language!
» fancy reading another triple frontier fic? check out the m.list!
âAlright, alright, make way, cominâ through.â Frankie demanded, with him on the left and Santiago on the right as they kept you in the middle.
The two stayed vigilant, ensuring no one was close enough to bump into you, let alone your bundle of joy slung to your chest. When one did stand too close, despite accidentally, Santiago hissed, âWatch it.â
You chuckled, already used to their rugged behaviour because it was all to keep you unharmed.
Completely unharmed.
Despite the curious eyes that weighed on you, yours remained on hisâBubbaâs, rubbing his back and making silly faces at him, with him none the wiser of anything beyond his motherâs presence, given the baby earmuffs on him. Instead, he reacted to your attention excitedly, displaying his gummy smile.
Will was already at the front row seats when you arrived, giving you a side hug and asking you about your and Bubbaâs wellbeing like the protective brother-in-law he was.
âHey, lilâ man, you hanginâ in there?â Will smiled at his nephew. Despite the earmuffs, he immediately recognized his uncle and squirmed against your chest, gurgling. Will, letting out a deep and hearty laugh, gently ruffled Bubbaâs baby hair before offering to hold him, âCâmon.â
You loosened the carrier, and Will took Bubba into his arms, and as if on cue, in came the boisterous announcement on the microphone, âI bring you, Ben Miller!â
Many cheered, some booed, but you? You just couldnât wipe the lovestruck smile on your face, watching him enter the arena, carrying himself with sheer confidence that whether one was a fan or not, they couldnât deny the aura he exuded.Â
If anything, Benny basked in the jeers, because his wins, many in a row, said it all. Plus, he was the lucky son of a gun blessed with a wife to die for, a son he couldnât be any prouder of, and the best ride-or-die group in his circle. He couldnât ask for more than that.
He looked past the crowdâs outstretched hands for taps and middle fingers of his rivalsâ fans, searching for the eyes that would hold so much love for him, like he had hung the moon for herâfor youâwhich he found amusing because he would stare at you the same way, though, bolder than your bashfulness could muster.
It wouldnât take long to find you, kudos to his brother for saving the front-row seats way earlier, and he made sure to keep his eyes on you as he took off his shirt. Tossing the fabric onto the seats near you, he immediately pulled you into his chest, his smile widening upon watching a shy one gracing your lips, even more so as the spectators whooped at the mushy display.
He greeted you with that flirty tone of his, âYou taken, pretty girl?â
Bennyâs smile morphed into a grin, pumped up like the tournament was nothing more than another typical Tuesday to conquer and bring home victory to his beloved family.Â
The uncontrollable bundle of excitement in his brotherâs arms caught his eye, and Benny was quick to scoop his son into his arms.Â
Benny couldn't be any happier, being in his element with the people he truly cared for. With his son in one arm, the other around you. He let Bubba tap his little pudgy hands on his stubbled face, his babbles of âma ma maâ soothing like a balm, before kissing his forehead, then turned his attention to you.
âWatch me.â He whispered in your ear.
âAlways.â You replied, kissing his cheek, and Benny quickly closed the gap between you for a kiss. Benny, with his bulky boxing glove, had the courtesy to block the view of where your lips touched from the crowd, giving you some sense of privacy, despite the knowing cheers from the onlookers.
He couldn't help with his own amusement, seeing you press your face into his shoulder before planting a little kiss on his son's forehead, and just like that, his good luck charm, despite already being activated from the moment you walked in with Bubba, was now cranked to the max.
Ever the charmer, Benny flexed his muscles for you, even as he ascended the steps and into the cage backwards, and even then, even as he faced his rival, the smile never left his face. Just more⊠evil. More sinister, like he had already seen the outcome of the fight, and as he delivered the first sharp swing, Benny knew, like usual, his good luck charm has never, and will never fail him.
His focus only strayed during the one-minute breaks, looking over to see you holding Bubba, his little tiger, giving him reassuring smiles and mouthing âI love youâs and âyou can do itâs, and he believed you.Â
He always does.
And Bubba? Oh, Bubba, watching the little man bounce on your lap like there was no tomorrow, not only having his sweet mother holding him close but also watching his father being cool. Who cares about a bunch of guys heckling him beyond the cage when he had his sonâs support?
Before he knew it, with determination coursing through his veins, plus his rivalâs attempts to embarrass him for being a softie before the fight rang in his head, the announcer hailed Benny as the winner and raised his arm, prompting the spectators to go wild the same way they did when he knocked his opponent out.Â
And even with his weary muscles and bones, he sought after you, just like you did him, Carelessly throwing the towel he used to wipe his sweat to the side to meet you in the middle for a kiss. He sighed as he pulled you against him, only breaking the kiss when Frankie and Pope approached, plus Will with Bubba before passing him to his brother.
Bubba giggled as Benny rubbed his forehead against his, then made grabby hands for you. Benny chuckled, âAlways wants his mama, just like his old man.â
You smiled warmly, picking Bubba up before snuggling into your husbandâs side and partially hiding from the crowd, âClingy boys.â
âYour clingy boys.â He corrected with a grin before leaning in for another kiss.
Benny could have all the wins he could want, if and only if he did it all for you.
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a/n: I enjoyed making this so, so, so, so damn much, it only took me a day HEHE! Donât forget to leave some sugar! á ( á )á
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 ââ  â Â ïżœïżœïżœïżœ đ°đšđźđ„đđ§'đ đĄđđŻđ đđ§ đđ©đąđŹđšđđ.  â And maybe if he told himself that enough times he'd grow to actually BELIEVE it too. Yusuke would have an entire SEASON if he saw some guy with their arms wrapped around her, body close..moving to music. It'd be the last sound they'd hear before waking up from a concussion. "Why'd you even need t' dance with someone else in class anyway?"
@thuganomxcs
"I just want to let you know that if you peek in on my cotillion class and see me slow dancing with another guy, it's all business. Please don't have an episode."
#â rp â all these bitches comin' but i'm stayin' at the ready.#â au ââ heard you turned it up to 99 well bitch you gettin' betty'd.#theothervonkarmagirl#that's his boo tho#he's gonna run wild
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âBoo!â
*He chuckles softly* âHello my friend how are you?â
AAAA! Just kiddin' I saw you comin. Heya Fordsy! Uhhh- I'm doing how I always am. How are ya?
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MASTERLIST ...?
a list of everything zone has written for jjk! empty for now :( im trying to get back into writing
SATORU GOJO ?! -
â new friend request from: satoru gojo - 4.3k
your annoying neighbor messes up your study plans. and it just so happens that the rich boy next to you in class is also annoying. when you fail a test one day, he's there to help.
â oh, satoru - 2.2k
gojo doesnt show up to an extremely important meeting, and you find him passed out on his desk. poor guy.
â comin' down - 1.5k
ceo satoru gojo is invited to a little party. little does he know that you, the ceo of his rival company, would be there too. and he loses it.
â (peek-a)-boo - 1k
the gojo family stay at six flags for too long, and fright fest begins while they're in the middle of a ride. now, satoru and his wife have to find a way to keep both of their kids at bay while scare actors are coming up to them left and right.
â stubbles 'n wrinkles - blurb
old!gojo doesn't shave for his wife
CHOSO KAMO ?! -
â can you hear me? - 2.1k
choso, being 150 years old and clueless, doesn't know how to work a phone.
â he "fell" first - 1k
fall chores with a clumsy choso #znfspooktober
TOJI FUSHIGURO ?! -
â free ... (i guess) - 553
reluctant trick or treating with toji #znfspooktober
rules ?!
pinned post ?!
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You guys are all different people with very differing opinions I'm sure..
But what is everyone's opinion on people who abuse children? Any type of abuse
"I'm definitely against it, and those people end up down here for a reason."
"Yeah, that's not okay."
"It's despicable."
"It's real shitty. Not to mention cowardly to take out your frustrations on someone who can' even fight back."
"Agreed. Shitty doesn't even begin to cover it."
"Yeah... what they all said. Here's hoping those fuckers will get what's comin' to 'em!"
"Eh, I don't really care."
"Now, I'll admit, sometimes a firm hand is required. But there are limits, and I would certainly take issue with anyone who sees fit to cross them."
"I don't fucking give a shit. Your daddy beats you and mommy says you're an embarrassment? Boo-fucking-hoo. We've all been there. Suck it up, and get over it."
"They make my job easier for me! Some of the kinkiest fuckers were abused at one point or another, and they're also generally more inclined to sell their souls for the right price."
"Here's an idea. If you hate kids, don't have 'em."
#child abuse tw#anon#lucifer#hazbin hotel lucifer#charlie#hazbin hotel charlie#vaggie#hazbin hotel vaggie#angel#hazbin hotel angel dust#husk#hazbin hotel husk#cherri#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#niffty#hazbin hotel niffty#alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#vox#hazbin hotel vox#valentino#hazbin hotel valentino#velvette#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin hotel#ask blog#hazbin hotel ask blog#rp blog#hazbin hotel rp blog#hazbin hotel roleplay
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đ Halloween's comin near so heres a small list of things u could do, get & eat if ur stayin home! Which is what puppa's doing too (: sadly dont have anyone to spend it with but im gonna try make it cozy/comfy & enjoyable regardless
đŹ If u are trick or treating or going somewhere with friends or family please be safe^^
Activities
đ§Bake and decorate some cookies or cupcakes
ïżœïżœDraw or colour in a halloween picture
đPaint pumpkins if ur too little or cant get any help for carving pumpkins
Stuff u can get to cozy up ur space! (Basically treat yourself to ur own boo basket, u deserve it kiddo!)
âHalloween blankets, pillows, pjs or stuffies
đŠčCandles! Any scent you like
âA halloween mug for hot cocoa or whatever drink you enjoy
đŠčA new stuffie to keep you company! Or get a halloween outfit for your stuffie, bab is a good place to look
Movies to watch! đ
đCoraline
đSpooky buddies
âEdward scissorhands
đŠčMiss peregrines home for peculiar children
â9
đŠčCorpse bride
âParanorman
đŠčMonster house
âHotel transylvania
đŠčCoco
âBook of life
đŠčNightmare before christmas (last 3 are not specifically halloween movies but theyre good choices/seasonal)
Snacks đŻ
đ«Smores
đ„šPretzel(s)/sticks
đToffee apples
đżPopcorn
đ„Carrot cake
đ€Cinnamon rolls
đȘ±Gummy worms and jelly
đŸReeses pieces/cups
đ„Nuts
đOranges
đ„§Pumkin pie
Really anything u like will do, just as long as u enjoy it
Feel free to comment/reblog with ur ideas or ur perfect halloween/what ur doing for this spooky night!
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Do u take requests?
if u do can you make hobie brown x black reader where she beats the fuck out of this girl for flirting with her man. Like he clearly not interested, but she keeps insisting and then talks shit abt reader and reader goes ballistic on her ass.
thanks boođ
Invited To The Cookout
Hobie x fem!black!reader
I remember someone mentioned theyâd like to see him in a black southern cookout setting so I just mashed the two together if thatâs okay with you!
Warnings: fighting, use of the n word, and a bit of suggestiveness at the end and I think that bout it
Hobie plucked away on his guitar, occasionally dodging a shirt or skirt, as he waited for you to get ready to go to one of your familyâs many cookouts during the summer. He dressed casually. Black chucks, ripped up jeans with a few chains dangling, and a breezy band shirt because he learned very quickly that the southern heat in your dimension was nothing to mess with.
He smiled softly as he listened to you talk on FaceTime with your favorite cousin, who he mainly knew went by the nickname Bookie, trying to catch up on drama and coordinate your outfits. Your accent sounding thicker than normal as you two conversed.
âNo cuz why my brother lie to that girl and tell her he was watching my baby? That negro ainâ watch shit but the back of his muthafuckinâ eyelids!â Your cousin said through the phone doing her hair
âHe so weird for that like if you ainâ wanna go witâ the girl just tell herâŠâ you then smirked a bit and got closer to the camera, âI used to do that shit too thoâ I ainât gonnaâ lie.â You cackled like youâd list your mind. You then held up a large shirt and a pair of custom air forceâs, âyou think I should jusâ do these witâ summ biker shorts? They go witâ the colors Bee got onâŠâ Bookie perked up, âoh my friend cominâ?! HEY HOBIE!!â She yelled excited into the phone. He walked over to where you were and waved, the both of you laughing at her antics. She dropped her phone and the screen was black for a bit before she lifted it again to show her face along with a sweet baby girlâs, âLala look! Its Hobie!â The baby babbling excitedly. You âawedâ softly at the sight before it was interrupted by your cousin pulling a confused face as she mumbled along reading something. Her face then fell as she groaned. Hobie quirked a brow while you asked her what was wrong, âMaggie bringinâ Tisha. You gonâ see yo bestie girl!â She laughed. Your face fell, âStop playinâ witâ me Bookie. You know I donât like that girl.â
Hobie looked at your irritated face in confusion. Youâd never mentioned the girl before but thereâs clearly some history between the two of you. âWell alrightâŠIâll see you when you get at Grannyâs girl. Khalil just got home from work so imma fix him a lil summ before we go.â Bookie said as her boyfriend walked behind her placing a kiss on the top of her head. You said your goodbye and hung up, laying your phone down a bit aggressively.
He stood behind you as silence took over. A pout on your face as you started doing your hair. His fingers drummed on his pants, âright, so whoâs Tisha?â His voice is normally cool with a tinge of curiosity only you could pick up. You sighed a bit while rolling your eyes at the mention of her, âthis bobble head bitch I canât stand! Me and her been beefing since middle school.â you roughly brushed out your hair before he took the tool from your hands. He nodded, âthe anarchist in me is screaminâ to tell you to fuck up the slag but I know you been wantinâ me to come to your ends and meet your famâ. âOw bout we just avoid her and âave a good time, yeah?â A soft kissed placed on your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose. You giggled lightly and pushed his face away, âokay! Okay fine! Now lemme hurry up anâ finish cuz we gotta pick up the drinks.â You say with a small smile.
âââ
You guys pulled up to your family home. The house wasnât large and grand but the energy of it and the land made up for it. The yard and backyard was full of your relatives who waved and stared as you got out with Hobie. He looked around at everyone and let out a low whistle at the sight. He felt a familiar tingle and turn to see your cousinâs boyfriend holding their one year old, âitâs a lot right? I still be stuck everytime we come to one of these.â Khalil said with baby Jayla on his hip. Hobie hummed while he dapped the man up, âmy guy!â He then squinted as he looked around, âshe always said âer famâ was bare big. Just didnât think it was this big.â Khalil nodded, his locs swinging, âyeah they all hella cool thoâ âcept for like a few. [name] prolly explain that to you thoâ soâŠâ the man shrugged lightly making his daughter laugh.
You walked up to the boys with Bookie laughing. She quickly held Khalilâs hand and turned to you, âcâmon girl. You know we gotta speak to Granny and Gran before anybody else.â She said to which you nodded knowing that in your family you spoke to the matriarchs first. It wasnât really a rule, more so something you just did. You two led the way to the porch of the house where your great grandmother sat in a rocking chair with a thin blanket over her lap. She slowly turned to peer at your group and you spoke up first, âhey Gran.â She squinted with a frail smile, âhey, w-who you baby?â She asked, confused. âItâs [name], [motherâs name] daughter? Iâm one of your great grandkids.â A bright smile come on her face as well as a look of realization. She nodded, âyes! I remember honey. How you been?â She asked but before you could answer her attention turned to Hobie who awkwardly stood beside you, âoh. He one my grands too?â You all laughed a bit. You shook you head and gently corrected her, âno Gran. Heâs my boyfriend.â She nodded âI thought so. Too tall to be one of mine.â You giggled again and hugged her, âimma go see Granny now okay? It was good talkinâ to you.â You then led Hobie into the house while your cousin had her time with the woman.
âSheâs a peach. âOw old she anyways?â Hobie had thrown an arm over your shoulders and leaned down closer to you. You rolled your eyes, âyou not supposed to ask a lady her age.â He pulled you closer, âyeah, but I didnât ask the lady I asked someone else. Bit of a loophole, innit?â You sucked you teeth and pushed him with a laugh. âSheâs 97.â He let out a low whistle, â97 years. Thatâs mad long!â He said in a bit of disbelief. You held the hand of the arm thrown over your shoulders and hummed in agreement walking to the kitchen where you knew your favorite woman was.
There she stood cutting up cheese for the macaroni while she hummed along with a song by Big Jay McNeely. Seeing her made you feel like a little girl again. How you always nagged her while she cooked and sheâd answer your questions without missing a beat.
âHey Granny.â
She looked up and broke out into a smile. She came over and hugged you tightly, âoh my sweet girl!â She pulled back and looked you up and down, âlemme get a good look atcha!â She hummed happily. Her eyes drifted to Hobie, âand who is this handsome young man?â A welcoming smile on her face. âThis is Hobie Granny. My boyfriend.â He stuck out his hand, âitâs nice to meet yo-oh!â Your grandmother had yanked him into a tight hug. She pulled back up looked up at him, âoh so tall! My grandbabies pickinâ right might finally get some height in this family.â She squinted as she peered at his piercings, âall these piercings donât that hurt sweetie?â You sigh and save Hobie pulling him back to your side, âGranny.â She waved you off, âI know. Heâs still very nice on the eyes.â She smirked. She then looked back to Hobie, ânow. Thought I heard an accent in there. Where you from?â âLondon maâam.â He replied respectfully. She nodded, âokay, okay. Well I hope you hungry cuz Iâm almost done in here.â âSmells banginâ. Canât wait to eat it.â
Before anyone could say anything else Bookie came in, âGranny I brought your only great grand can I get the first plate?â
âGirl!â
âââ
Hobie sat down beside you at the picnic table eating. In front of the two of you was your cousin and her crew. As he ate he kept feeling someoneâs eyes on him and every time he looked up it was the same girl. She was white from what he could tell, had black hair to her shoulders with her edges done, a septum, and over lined lips with lipliner and gloss combo you usually used. She would smirk whenever their eyes met but it never went further than that.
Once everyone finished eating you turned to him wiping the corner of his mouth, âwant some dessert baby?â He smiled softly, âthatâd be lovely, doll.â. Bookie stood with you also going to get some while Khalil went off to change Jayla leaving the punk alone. That is until the mystery girl sat herself beside him a little too close for comfort.
âHey.â Her tone making him scoot over a bit.
âUh hi.â He said before pulling out his phone hoping she wouldnât continue talking but of course luck wasnât on his side. âI saw you witâ [name]âŠâ she her name with a smidge of venom that he caught, âyâall like friends or summ?â He continued scrolling on his phone but answered her, âbit more than that, mate.â She sucked her teeth in annoyance, âwhat wrong witâ you? She donât let you have friends?â
âNot with bitches holding onto that one black grandma like their life depends on it.â Oh thank goodness for Bookie.
You stood beside her with a stank face and two bowls of banana pudding. You placed one in front of him and placed yours at your seat but chose to stand and stare at the girl.
âYou know you donât talk like that in real life Tisha.â
Oh fuck.
The girl stayed at her seat beside Hobie and rolled her eyes, âwhatever girl. He ainât yo nigga. Yours busy with that baby so worry âbout that!â
Everyone started taking notice of the discussion. Tishaâs friends, including a distant cousin of yours, coming over.
Bookie screwed her face up and almost lept across the table till Khalil swooped in, âmention my kid again and I promise you. He ainât gon be able to keep me from you.â She growled.
You glared at the girl, âhe ainât hers but he mine and he clearly donât wanna talk to you. I suggest you stop sayinâ nigga by the way before actual niggas tag yo head.â
âSheâs part blackâŠâ
âShut yo dumbass up Maggie oh my god!â
âI think he can speak for himself.â Tisha said snidely.
It happened so fast but it also felt like slow motion. Even with his spidey sense Hobie didnât see the attack coming.
After her snide remark you promptly dragged Tisha from the table and commenced to beating dat ass! Like you really whooped that hoe! Walked that girl like a dog! Honestly you should be ashamed of yourself. Shame on you [name]. Shame! Why you do that girl like that?!
When you finally got dragged off of her by Hobie who whispered in your ear trying to calm you down she was just a mess on the ground. Her wig as gone, she was missing a sandal, she had holes all in her leggings, and as much as she tried to cover it she had a knot and black eye.
Everyone whispered around shocked before one of you uncles spoke up, âaight now. Someone get the girl up off the floâ. Get her on home.â He said as her friends came to her aid. He shook his head mumbling, âshouldnât been talkinâ shit.â
âââ
You sat at the kitchen table hissing in pain, âow! That hurts Hobes!â He sucked his teeth, âoi, pipe down Mayweather. Itâs not that bad.â He said as he internally winced, putting bandaids on your fingers where your nails broke off too close. You pouted before looking at him as he carefully worked, âIâm sorry I did that.â The man snorted before actually full blown laugh. âWhat are you apologizinâ for? Did whaâ you had to do, yeah?â His tone is light and playful. He then smirked, âit was a bit hot tooâŠâ he kissed your hands as he placed the last bandage. You looked at him with low eyes, âoh yeah?â âYeahâŠâ
âOuuuu yâall in Granny kitchen being nasty!â
âYou have a whole baby??? Get out???â
âOkay but lemme get summ of that potato salad behind you before I go.â
âBOOKIE!â
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I'm back with my requests because I'm feral for cody he's literally so fine anyway maybe something with reader being with cody during the miz TV segment and going a little feral over Dom calling cody a deadbeat ykyk the usual we love feral reader i think it'd be a little funny if cody had to hold reader back because they're going for doms throat
A LOVE SO DEEP IT HARMS
(Cody Rhodes x Y/N)
Wrestling has more than one royal family
As Codyâs theme played and he walked out into the arena, clad in a suit, fans cheered in excitement for the scheduled interview on Miz TV. The second Cody sat in one of the two director chairs, The Miz began to talk, asking him questions, or more so repeating his actions of the past weeks with an incredulous tone. Considering this was Miz TV and everything had to be messy, of course, there was a surprise guest and of course, it was Dominik and Rhea Ripley, two people neither Cody nor his partner, Y/N, seemed to get along with.
Y/N watched from backstage as Cody stood from his chair as they reached the ring, standing up themselves as if they could protect him from the locker rooms. They watched as Cody egged on the fans, barely able to hear anything over the booing crowd, but able to make out Dom daring to call their husband a bad father.
If there was one thing Cody was not, it was a bad father. The little girl adored Cody just as much as he did his own father even at such a young age. Clearly, Dom wasnât too aware of what happened backstage because Cody and Y/N brought their child with them to every Raw, every pay-per-view, every press event, everything. If they didnât, there would be no way for them to see their baby while they both maintained their careers. Knowing the amount of effort not only Cody, but also how much effort they put into being able to travel with their child, and hell, even their dogs sometimes, Domâs comment made them angry. Very angry.
ââŠa deadbeat dad. Actually, Y/N is here too, so I guess both of you are deadbeats, huh?â The boos of the crowd seemed to get impossibly louder, vibrating against the solid concrete of the building as the rest of the crowded locker room tensely watched Y/N, uncomfortable air quickly spilling into the small space.
âDid he really just say that?â Becky spoke from besides them, eyes wide and voice thick with utter confusement and anger. She received no response, and instead watched as Y/N power walked out of the room and make a quick right- straight to the gorilla.
They marched to the entrance of the arena much to the staffâs complaint, feeling no need to grab a mic, and quickly, their walk turned into a run, the crowd cheering as Y/N dived into the ring, spitfiring their rage down the throat of half the Judgement Day.
âYou wanna try that again? Huh? Or do you need your mami to say it for you, you little bitch!â After they pushed Dom around a bit, Rhea stepped infront of him at the mention of her title.
âOh, look at that, cominâ to rescue your Dom Dom? Maybe you should teach the little crybaby to keep my families name out of his mouth.â Their words held a tone of amusement at first before they inched closer to Rhea, sizing her up with a voice full of fury.
While Y/N and Rhea shoved closer to each other, exchanging many more insults, refs and other staff were quick to make their way to the ring before it could truly get violent. Cody was quick to pull Y/N away from Rhea when they backed up the smallest amount, making Rhea believe they were backing down, but Cody knew they were only making room to deck the woman right across the face.
Y/N fought against his hold, gripping at the triceps held around their waist and trying to push their feet to the floor but Cody only dragged them instead. They refused to give up all the way backstage, yelling over at Rhea and Dom as a few refs, and now the rest of Judgement Day held them back. They finally relaxed into Codyâs hold after they left the gorilla, sending a useless swat to his arm.
Cody scoffed and pinched their hip in return before carefully grabbing their elbows and turning them to face him.
âI think we need to work on your anger problem there, N/N.â Though his voice was stern, the smug look on his face let them know he was only teasing.
âOr maybe people should stop being dumbasses and leave you and my baby out of their drama.â Their aggravation, which was clearly still there, seemed to be spewing out at everyone now.
âYour baby? Hate to break it to you, N/N, but Iâm pretty sure shes mine too. Wait, where is she?â Cody brought them back into his embrace, this time facing him, while he spoke, a sigh leaving Y/N as they pushed their ear into his chest.
âBecks got âer.â They mumbled into him, wrapping their own arms around him aswell.
ââŠYou just left her in the lockeroom?â
âI made sure Becky had her and then I kinda just started running.â Silence came after their mumbles but was quick to fall away when they both bursted into giggles.
âOh god, Y/N, maybe we arenât very good parents.â Cody managed to speak through his quiet laughter, looking down at his lover with much adorance.
unfortanetly my break is over and i gotta go back to car shit on top of work so i prolly wont be able to write as much even tho i already take so long đ y did i think going back to school would be a good idea if i literally hated the other 12 years
anyways, i have also discovered a very deep love for aew. like i liked it, but now i loveeee it. and i love mjf (a lotđ)
#liv writes;*!#cody rhodes x reader#wwe smackdown#wwe raw#cody rhodes#american nightmare#the american nightmare
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Boo shower sex with Duff!! Yâall get home late at night and are both really tired so to save time you shower together. Then (ofc) things get a bit hot and heated in the shower, and not just because of the water temperature. After you guys fuck, Duff is really sweet and tender and he washes you and then you guys go to sleep together yay!! :3
hot water ~
duff mckagan ~ smut/fluff ~ female reader ~ 1266 words ~ ~~~~~ You pull into the driveway, glancing at your boyfriend often. Heâs so tired after rocking out on the bass earlier today that heâs resting his eyes, his head leaned back and his soft lips parted as his mouth hangs open a little. Duff looks cute as he dozes off, his eyes closed gently. But heâs tired, and knowing the guy, heâs not gonna go to sleep without a shower first. You lightly rub his shoulder, his eyelids fluttering open and he looks at you with foggy and tired eyes.
âMmmmh? Ohh, hey, love.â Duff leans over and kisses your lips tiredly with a silly love-filled smile on his lips. âWe home?â
âYeah, we are.â You kiss his lips back and smile at him kindly, taking off your seatbelt. âI figured youâd want to take a shower before we sleep. You were sweating hard up there.â You chuckle and open the door, getting out of the car. He follows suit and puts an arm over your shoulders as you walk into your house, holding you to him. You can smell the sweat clinging to his body as he hugs you by the shoulders.
As soon as you both walk upstairs, he slips into the bathroom and turns on the water to how he likes the temperature. Itâs a little too warm for you, but you quickly adjust to it. Sooner than you know it, Duffâs down to just his navy blue boxers, the outline of his cock visible. His dick is nothing you havenât seen before, but even getting an outline sends your brain into overdrive.
âRelax. Keep your cool, itâs just an innocent shower. A clean-up and then snuggling into bed together to sleep.â You think and start taking your clothes off. You and Duff usually shower together, as it shows trust and comfort between the two of you, as well as it gives a deeper and more efficient clean.
Youâre down to just your panties and undergarments as Duff is already naked and in the shower, adjusting the water to his preference. Heâs always so laid back about everything, but when it comes to shower water, thatâs when he goes all-out. Itâs cute, really.
âYou cominâ, hun?â Duff gives you a smile and pokes his head out of the shower, his wet hair dripping on the floor as he gives you a smile.
âOf course I am, just gimme a sec.â You smile back at him as you slip off your panties and toss your bra aside, joining him in the shower. The hot water hitting your skin makes you want to yelp from surprise, but the feeling of Duffâs strong arms and gentle hands around you makes you relax and melt into his embrace a bit, enjoying his touch. His hands slowly trail down your body and his lips part, lightly kissing the top of your head and face. He tilts your head up and crouches down a little, kissing your jaw and neck. Your heart rate picks up and you begin to breathe faster as his hands trace down the curve of your body, feeling you all over.
âI love you, baby.â Duff whispers into your ear, kissing your jaw right next to the ear. He lifts you up, pinning you to the shower wall and kissing down your collarbone and tits sloppily, not really caring how wet his kisses are as the shower water wicks away the spit. Your bodies are covered in hot water, making your features more defined from the shine on them. Your eyes donât part from Duffâs strong body as he holds you to the wall while kissing down your body, his hands firmly gripping your shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips tightly. His kisses are a bit aggressive, as you can feel his tongue press against your skin each time his lips make contact. Your breaths grow quicker, small moans escaping your mouth.
âDuff, darling, please..â You pant as the hot water pours on you and Duff, wanting him to fuck you slowly, which he does. The tip of his brushes against your slick folds, then he slowly slides his dick in, inch by inch. You let out loud and low groans as you feel his hard dick slip inside of you. Duff continues to kiss your neck as he holds you against the wall, his hips moving slowly, his dick moving in and out of you gently. God, heâs good at hard and fast sex, but you have a soft spot for when he fucks you slowly. Itâs one of the many ways he shows his love to you, and youâre a sucker for it.
Duff lets out soft moans into your ear as you feel his thick cock inside your tight cunt as he fucks you, your stomach knotting and heating up as you know youâre getting a bit closer. You kiss his cheeks, jaw and the lobe of his ear, letting out raw and love-filled moans.
âGod, Duff, Iâm close.â You moan and Duff sighs happily in response. He smiles at you, kissing your face gently as his tongue licks your skin.
âI love you so much, baby.â Duff whispers with a love-heavy tone, still kissing the side of your face as you edge closer to satisfaction and pleasure. A solid and loud groan leaves your mouth as you finish, your cum coating his dick. Duff sucks the skin on the side of your face, leaving a shallow hickey that will disappear in 10 minutes or so. He sighs, pulling out of you as he feels his body grow tight, pushing you down so your mouth is right at the tip of his dick. Your mouth moves around his dick, about halfway into your mouth as he lets out a load into your throat. The taste is salty and rather bitter. For any other guy, youâd spit, but for Duff, you gladly swallow, his cum sticking to the sides of your mouth as it trails down your throat.
âCâmon, baby.â Duff smiles down at you as you move his dick away from your lips, standing up with slightly legs. âLetâs wash you up, huh?â He gives you a warm and loving smile as he rubs some body wash into a loofah, then slowly washes off your body. His hands holding you in place is such a comforting feeling, as if heâs truly taking care of you. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you let him rub soap all over your body slowly, washing you off. After all the soap is on your body, you switch, you washing his body now. Your cum drips off his dick, quickly being washed away in the water as you wash his body with care.
After the shower ends, you two are drying off in the bathroom, brushing out his hair a little. Itâs hard for Duff to keep his eyes open, as the fatigue from the show is getting to him. He yawns, trying so damn hard to keep his pretty eyes open so he can spend more time with you. But itâs hard.
âDuff, youâre tired. Letâs go to sleep, okay?â You suggest as you rub his back gently.
âYeah. That sounds-â He yawns. â-That sounds good to me, babe.â
You walk Duff into the bedroom, and as soon as his head hits the pillow, heâs out like a light. You chuckle and snuggle in next to him, and his arm wraps around you in his sleep. You sigh, comfort washing over you as you slowly drift into sleep by the one you love. ~~~~~
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Poisoning Pigeons in the Park
The title is inspired by the song with the same name by Tom Leher.
This is just a silly medieval/fantasy/dnd-kinda inspired Everlark Oneshot AU. It came to me in the daze when my kitten woke me up at 4 am. It's barely edited, but i'm just happy I actually wrote something and finished it. Lmao.
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"Could have done us all a favour and put her on stage first," I grunt, glaring at him as he hands me my drink back. "Your wailing could land you a cozy job in the gallows. Heard Snow's been trying to find new ways to torture people. I could even put in a good word for you."Â
The bard laughs, "I think so too. But my girl is stage shy so I do what I can to make her comfortable."Â
A pair of travellers walks into the tavern. Wouldnât raise much of a fuss if it werenât for the wailing of the out of tune lute that the boy was strumming. Did the fella smash someone over the head with that thing or something? Boy must be deaf âcause heâs chippier than a squirrel.Â
The Lass following behind him who doesn't seem to mind the noise. Sheâs dressed in all black, like a shadow, and carries a bow that hangs off her arm. Poor thing looks like his bodyguard. She looks good though. Small. Thin. No breasts to comment about, but thereâs a hint of a tight ass there. Maybe I can convince her for some time away from this bellend sheâs traveling with. I got some coin.Â
I take a sip of my ale and let the booze warm my blood. A couple more glasses of these and maybe I can tune out the Ladâs annoying lute plucking. Maybe if Iâm lucky someone will punch the daylights out of him.Â
âBig crowd tonight! First time in the 12. And you do look like a dreary lot. I think itâs a great time for a song, donât cha think?âÂ
I frown and look into the stage. Ah bugger. The bard with the detuned lute is on stage now. Who's bright idea was to give this guy an audience?Â
Despite asking the crowd, the idiot begins to sing. And dammnit all, this fucking blows. Iâve heard of strangled cats that sound better than this bloke. Heâs more out of tune than the fucking lute.Â
All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon When we're poisoning pigeons in the park Every Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me As we poison the pigeons in the park
Then, over the strangled tunes of this botched siren comes out a wailing "Oh brother, this guy stinks! Get him outta here!"Â
I join in on the booing. I even chortle when someone throws a full mug of ale at the bard. The Lad takes it all in good humour and bursts out into laughter.Â
"What an encore!" he laughs, ducking as someone hurts a wooden fork his way. "We got one more song for tonight and - woah, good throw! - but I'll let my good friend take the stage!"Â
The bard turns to his female friend, holding out his lute to her. The lass is fighting the grin on her face as she takes the lute from him and kicks him off stage. She's a pretty thing, so once she sits down, the tavern riles down.Â
She teases us too. Carefully plucking and tuning the lute until it rings just right when she strums.Â
Are you, are you comin' to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
Oh. She's got a voice on her. Better than anyone I've heard around these parts. I can tell I'm not the only one to think so cause the folks around me stop and stare. And judging by the staring, I got some competition if I want to get some time with that Lass tonight.Â
"Quite the songbird, isn't she?" I jump, nearly dropping my cup as the Bard slides into the seat next to me. He takes the opportunity to swipe my drink from me and take a sip. "Doesn't believe me when I tell her that the gods are envious of that pretty voice of hers."Â
"Could have done us all a favour and put her on stage first," I grunt, glaring at him as he hands me my drink back. "Your wailing could land you a cozy job in the gallows. Heard Snow's been trying to find new ways to torture people. I could even put in a good word for you."Â
The bard laughs, "I think so too. But my girl is stage shy so I do what I can to make her comfortable."Â
I grunt and take a big chug of my ale, annoyed but not surprised at the revelation. What the Lass sees in this loser is beyond me. She could use a real man to tell her how things work.Â
"Besides, this is only a side thing for us. A cover up."Â
I got a brow and wet my tongue. The ale is thick and sweet on my tongue. It gives me a pleasant buzz. "So what do you do?"Â
"You'll find out soon enough, Cray."Â
I open my mouth to argue, but I find myself suddenly feeling sluggish. Like my arms and legs are made of lead. My tongue feels larger than it should, large enough to me to choke on it.Â
My face hits the table with a thud. I can feel the cool liquid of the ale spill onto the table. Before everything goes dark, I can hear the low out of tune humming from beside me.Â
Every Sunday you'll see My sweetheart and me As we poison the pigeons in the parkâŠ
"I can't believe you left me there in the tavern to fend for myself."Â
I laugh at Katniss as she scowls at me, arms crossed, hip jutting out, and a foot taping furiously.Â
"But you had such a big encore- a sincere one too! I couldn't bear to ruin your spotlight to help me carry this guy out." I prove my point by kicking the Peacekeeper's shoe. He grunts and tips over like a log.Â
I know I'm forgiven because Katniss reaches out and curls into my side, wrapping her arms around me. On instinct I bend down to press a small kiss against the side of her head.Â
"This is the guy, right?"Â
I sense Katniss looking over my shoulder and glare. She's told me stories in the quiet of the night, of what her mother did for her and her little sister Prim. What she gave up so her girls could eat. She told me of the man that preyed on her mother until there was nothing left.Â
Katniss nods.Â
I peel myself off of Katniss, and rummage through the Peacekeeper's pockets. There I find what we're looking for. A gold key. I hand it to Katniss, who takes it without a word.Â
"Think we'll be able to find where they took Prim with this?" Katniss asks me in a small voice.Â
I don't know, but I have to be strong for her. I need to give her a little hope. I give her hand a squeeze. "It's our best bet so far."Â
Katniss sighs. "Well, now what are we going to do with the body?"Â
#everlark#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#the hunger games#thg#atelierlili#everlark fanfiction#guys I did it#I finished a fic#lmao#i'll edit it later and post it on AO3 after#i'm lazy#I'm an tone deaf Peeta truther
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BOO! AGAIN it's me bcs I love requesting things mehehe :pp can i please request an Indie horror themed id pack?? If that hasn't been done?? :33 THANK YOU !!! >:DD
đŻ wah!! so spooky >_< comin right up!!! TW: mentions of gore/death
đŻ canis hunter marley felix charlie frey elliot stray max connor finalis finale bones erin han oddity kaos epoch mirage carrie cross crypt lamb lambie
đŻ carn)carnis maul)mauls brut)brute brut)brutal mur)murder slaug)slaughter chain)chainsaw (weapon-themed neopronouns!) fle)flesh fe)fear gna)gnaw that)thing voi)void drea)dread los)lost fo)fog
đŻ the nightâs fear the one they failed to kill the final one the one they run from the creep who glimpses the one alive and dead [prns] gore the one who will rise
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BOO! đ» heheh I've got somethin' for ya <3
a la the dumpster child and their Rise (see what i did there á( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)á) into the Hamato Clan , but it's mama april for appetizers :D !! đ€ČđŒ i have to share them or i think i'll actually implode.
ï»ż
april đŒ
April, who has no idea just why she had the strongest urge to deviate from her usual path on her way back home that fateful day.
April, who will never forget the way her heart dropped (and peculiarly, remarkably, soared) when she came into direct eye contact with a small, shaking child - nestled between a compost bin and a haphazard pile of deconstructed wood.
April, who feels something shift inside her that sends a shiver down her spine. A shiver that is not from the autumn-winter chill of the day- no. The only time she feels this shift is when her ninpo is flowing to the surface. Something deep, nonmaterial, mystic. Whatever triggered it, it has her moving out of her own accord- forward and towards you. You?
âyou.
April, who still has a small scar on the cleft of her right shoulder because wow could you swing. Sheâs a professionally trained formidable warrior, and yet, couldnât react fast enough to block the 4x4 slab of wood that came flying right at her face. With an iron strength and swiftness that no elementary-age kid would normally have, nonetheless! âWell . . . without the proper training, at least.
It briefly reminded her of a small Cassandra Jones she never met.Â
April, who will never forget that coaxing you out of your makeshift rotting-wood-and-soggy-cardboard prison haven with gentle words and careful yet encouraging gestures was a lot like reassuring a small, frightened animal.
April, who showed you a warm smile and provided you with an even warmer embrace in the form of her own jacket. She was beside herself as she took you inâ it dwarfed your tiny, trembling figure. April wasn't big by any means. It wasn't snowing yet, but winter was always brutal in New York. She felt her heart shatter as she pondered just how long were you out here?
April, who went at your own paceâ never rushing nor tempting beyond what was already true, but she didnât stop convincing you further: she had a place. a place with warmth, safety, food, very kind and good people [mutant turtles jsjsjsjs], and comfort. She tries to word it as non-sketchy as she possibly can; whether you were as innocent as a kid like you should be or if you were the exact opposite but decided that going with this stranger couldn't be worse than the crappy conditions you were already in, well.
âif April teared up at it, that's between her and the sky she had to gaze up at to keep them from falling.
April, who helped patch you up in the Med Bay and, with finality, placed Jupiter Jim themed plaster on your soft chubby cheek, gingerly stroking just beneath your eyelid as she did (with all the gentleness unmistakably that of a mother), but pulling away just in time so as to not make you uncomfortable.
April, who has no hesitation when the idea of adopting you was brought to the table, and treks through hell and back (what's new?) to make it happen.
April, sweet April, who becomes the irreplaceable maternal figure you could ever hope and dream to have in your life. You meet people, of course. You live your life, go through experiences and the motions and venture out and explore and break and blossom. But, you'll always have April. The woman who not only saved your life, but nurtured it and helped you grow. Never will you ever forget it.
April. Indestructible, irreplaceable, incomparable, unstoppable April. How we love her. And by Pizza Supreme, so do you.
pats your head, gives you a cookie and a flower. đȘđȘ»
Vuelvo enseguida, kid! That's all for now. But I've got more comin' wink wink nudge nudge. Like I said! They're in harvest~ (ïœĄâąÌáŽ-)⧠đ±
Cheers! Departs with a nose smooch and two finger salute. âš
i just had to reply to this fast bc oh my god.
i am crying!!! /pos
you were honestly very wary when she approached you. the fear and standoff nature dissipated when she handed you her jacket. no one had ever done that for you before. it made you feel like an actual kid, being engulfed in such a large jacket by a woman who seems so motherly.
âwhy is she being so kind?â youâd ask yourself and start to become guarded once more.
âi have a good place for you. i can get you all patched up and fed.â she tells you with glazed eyes, obviously trying not to cry in front of you. it makes you a bit sad to see such a kind person almost cry over you.
ââŠokayâ you say and take her hand to go to her home.
when she brings you into the lair she calls for leo and donnie to come help patch you up. sheâs by their side, handing them ointments, gauze, sports tape, etc. and while they tend to the deeper injuries, sheâs taking care of bruises and light cuts, placing themed bandaids on every little cut.
she offers you shelter, she canât see you out there alone again. youâre just a kid. when you agree to stay, she takes you under her wing and treats you as if youâre her child.
she comforts you during rough times. like when you remembers your struggles before meeting her.
she raises you to be strong in all ways. she teaches you the clanâs ways off fighting and how to use nimpo.
she becomes your inspiration and role model. she is the person you look up to and adore the most.
and when you accidentally called her mom? she cried because yes, youâre her kid. sheâs your mom. she tells you not to apologize for it and letâs you know that itâs okay and that she sees you as her own kid.
#rottmnt x reader#tmnt x reader#april o'neil#rottmnt april#april x reader#rottmnt x child!reader#rottmnt x child reader#fanfiction#fanfic
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Oh!! :0 the axolotls comin to the rescue!!! đđđ
Aww hi Boo, you came back! :]
Then little Pip??? and!!! Big pal right there! Who might that be :00
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What do you think a fusion between the 3 king boos would look like?
Im not great at comin up w fusion designs but this was so fun to make !!!!
#i just know their color palette would be SO fun so imma do that soon :3#anonny#my art#king boo#eclipse king#YEAA its got a name babey#ALSO their eyes are based off of the nowhere king :3 bc of how sunshines irises are shaped#sunshine king#dark moon king#party king
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