#dont expect anything like soon or whatever

[choerrysjubiles]

Baby Fever pt 2

pairing: husband!eunseok x fem!reader

warning: smut! unprotected sex, more dom!eunseok <3, sub?eunseok near the end? <33, more domestic shit <333, sex outside of bedroom >:), cum eating, also brief mentions of food (not sexual), alcohol, and possible gender roles (not specified if ur employed)

wc: 4.1k

a/n: i dont usually add pics but i needed those 😵‍💫

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Suburbia was a getaway from the stuffy air of the big cities. A small neighborhood for growing families, evolving communities, and picturesque childhoods. ____ View was the perfect place for this; white picket fences, summer barbecues, and a tight knit community that looked out for each other.

While other households were eating breakfast, dressing for work, or driving their children to school, Mr. and Mrs. Song were far from their kitchen table. Instead of bowls of cereal and tightening neckties, Eunseok was busy fucking his wife stupid as she held herself up with his forearms.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He growled.

You felt your core clench around him as Eunseok slapped the side of your ass.

Originally, you had wanted to ride Eunseok when you woke up earlier than expected. Instead of an extra hour of sleep, you needed an extra hour of his hands on your body.

Eunseok was barely waking up when you began riding his shirt up, wanting to rut against him. He stayed laying on his back as he pulled you on top of him.

"Get me hard and you can ride me." His rough voice was turning you on even more.

Slipping your pajamas off, you began grinding against his cock. Feeling a flood of arousal leak as you ground yourself against his growing boner. Pulling his underwear down, you slid up and down his length, hands teasing his tip.

"Eunseok." You moaned.

Hovering over him, you slid all the down his dick. Eunseok moved his pillows to angle his head for a better view, he was still tired but he was excited for whatever show you were eager to give.

You were doing great in the beginning, feet planted on either side of his hips, bouncing at a decent rate, his hand moved up to toy with your breasts as you held onto him to keep balance.

There was something special about this moment, you were rosy cheeked as the soft yellow sunlight poured into the bedroom. Eunseok occasionally bucked his hips upward to tease you, feeling gasps escape you before moaning.

Eunseok's hand dropped from your breasts to your clit as he felt himself grow close to cumming. As soon as he began toying with you, your muscles grew strained. Bounces became sloppier, your legs began to give out. Eunseok pulled you forward, falling face first into his chest, as he began thrusting up into your pussy.

"Mmmm, right there." You moaned.

Your hand snaked down to rub your clit, feeling your walls close in around Eunseok.

"You're so tight, baby, fuck." His hips gave harsh thrusts, slow and powerful as he felt himself cum inside you.

"Fuck, take it."

Eunseok craned his head down, pulling some hair out of your face as he laid a kiss on your head. You two laid there, catching your breath before Eunseok held onto you and turned you on your sides.

Sighing, Eunseok said "I'd do anything to stay in bed like this all morning."

You kissed along his chin, "It's Friday, we can continue when you get back."

"When I get back from 8 hours of hell."

Eunseok slid out of you before he stood up and walked to the bathroom, getting ready for work. Still laying in bed, you looked around for your panties, not wanting his cum to drip down your legs.

"Don't worry, I can make breakfast." Eunseok called from the bathroom.

"Thank you." You smiled.

Your morning continued as usual, you got dressed as Eunseok made breakfast. You two sat together and talked about your week. He had a deadline coming up, something about his boss being on his ass. You mentioned a party you were expected to attend, saying you look for a gift for them. Eunseok kissed you goodbye as he went off to work.

You drove to a few stores, finding little to nothing. Thankfully you had time before the party, but it sucked not being able to just get something and have it be done.

Arriving home, it was around noon, you checked your phone for any call or text from Eunseok. Your messages were empty as you looked around the house for something to occupy your day. You swore you had something to do but you just can't think of it.

You sat on her sofa, seeing a messy pile of magazines sent over from your friends. Turning on the tv, you let some soap opera play as you began looking through them.

'Ah, Sandra left these.'

At one of your luncheons, some of your friends brought over baby magazines. Dog-earing or bookmarking sections and articles that really helped them with having a baby.

It was kind, but you wondered why they were so obsessed with your conception plans. You're still the same y/n from before, your hobbies never changed, your music is still the same. Why was everyone around them shifting into baby mode?

Looking through the magazines you marked out areas that you wanted to save, some things about what foods to feed babies as they grew older, some things about when certain milestones should be met.

As you finished flipping through a stack, it was already 4:50. Getting up, you stretched as you remembered you had to do laundry. Yes, you had enough clothes to go another day or two but too many had cum stains and needed to be cleaned anyways.

Walking upstairs, you gathered the laundry basket before walking across the house to your laundry room. As you started piling clothing into the washer you heard the front door open.

"I'm home." Eunseok announced.

"Laundry room." You called.

Eunseok walked over, seeing you lean over to get dirty laundry. Walking up to you, his hands wrapped around your hips as he ground his pelvis into your ass.

"Eunseok." You snapped.

"Sorry, baby, you're so pretty right now."

"When I'm faced away from you, huh."

Eunseok laughed as you leaned over to adjust the water and agitation levels. His hands were still on your rear, thumbs pressing where your ass met your thighs.

As the machine began, Eunseok kept you there. Holding you still as he ground himself into you.

"Eunseok, is this the place for-"

"We can utilize the vibration." He said, laying a kiss along the back of your neck.

"Eunseok." You flushed at the thought.

"C'mon." Eunseok coaxed you.

Leaning against the whirling machine, "This is a crazy place to be horny."

"Yet here we are."

Eunseok wrapped his arms around your front, his left hand lightly holding your neck as his right hand went down to your pants. You craned your neck to the side, kissing Eunseok as he felt his dick twitch.

Pulling your top off, Eunseok held you there. Moving down to unbutton and slide down your pants.

"Eunseok." You whined.

"Stay."

This felt incredibly erotic. Being held in place as Eunseok did everything, posing and holding you. You whimpered as you stayed still, Eunseok slowly pushed down your panties as the machine moved onto its rinse cycle. He grounded his bulge against your core, your arousal spreading across his pants.

"Ah." you gasped, feeling the rough cotton grind against you.

Eunseok unzipped his pants, too lazy to take his belt off, letting his dick fall out of the hole as he teased you. Sliding himself up and down your slit, poking your entrance with his tip, even dipping his cock into her before fully pulling out.

"Eunseok." You gasped.

"What's wrong, baby?" He had a faux accent of worry.

"Please fuck me."

"But it's not time yet."

"It's not?"

As the machine moved to it's spin cycle, starting to whirl around, Eunseok thrusted into you.

"Eunseok."

"Now it's time."

Holding your hips against the machine, Eunseok fluidly thrusting in and out of you. You were falling apart, feeling the vibration of the machine against your womb as Eunseok was pumping himself in and out.

Maybe it was because your thighs were still pushed together but Eunseok felt so much bigger. His cock stretching you out as he hit impossible reaches into your pussy. His swollen dick was thrusting at an insane rate, hips pushing you into the machine as you tried to keep your moans low.

"Feel good?" He asked, face plastered with a cocky smile.

"S-so good." You moaned, hands wrapped tightly around his arm.

Feeling your body weight fall forward, you were held up by Eunseok's arm pulling you against him. His right hand moved to your core, flicking and rubbing your clit as he pounded into you.

You were somewhere else, not even able to feel the moans vibrate out of your throat as you were too wrapped up in feeling everything pleasure you. The machine buzzing, Eunseok holding you, fucking you, and rubbing you.

"I'm gonna cum." You stated.

"You're cumming? Come on, baby, cum for me." He whispered into your ear.

After circling your clit, Eunseok felt you tighten around him. His hips pushing all the way into you, pushing his hips under you to fill every inch of your pussy, feeling himself empty into your walls.

Miraculously, Eunseok still had the strength to hold you upright as you came down from your high. He helped you stand as he pulled your underwear and pants up. You leaned against your dryer as he helped find your shirt.

Pulling his dick back into his pants, Eunseok walked his wife to the living room before they both collapsed into the sofa.

"So how was work?" You asked, face still flushed.

"Horrible, but over." Eunseok swung his arm around your shoulders.

You grabbed your tv remote before turning it to the news channel. Nothing new ever happened, you lived in a smaller town with little to no crime ever happening. The biggest news you see is a winter storm.

Eunseok kept his arm around you, even pulling you in to lay against him as he laid his head down on yours.

"Sorry about earlier." He said, eyes looking down at you. "Work's been kicking my ass."

You giggled, "You need an outlet. Your boss gets off on yelling at you, you gotta let that frustration out."

"Was I too rough?"

"No way." You grabbed his draped arm, rubbing the back of his hand as you continued watching tv.

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Your weekend plans were always centered around staying at home. Eunseok was sick of driving everywhere and you always missed your husband. Running errands during the week just made sense, you're married why wouldn't you want to spend time together.

"We could've stayed in bed and you want to bake?" Eunseok asked, giving a faux irritated look to you.

"You can stay in bed, I wanted to try these." You read the instructions on your phone as you measured out the baking goods.

You had wanted to try out these baking recipes but it was too hot that summer, with the autumn weather cooling down it was the perfect time to bake.

Eunseok stayed sat, watching you combine and mix and prep baking sheets and oven temperatures. You were doing well until you needed to grab the extra oil from the top shelf of your cupboard.

Smiling, you turned to Eunseok, "Honey."

"What's wrong." He stood up, walking to you.

"Can you help me?"

He stood behind you, rubbing your shoulders as he asked what you needed.

"I ran out of oil and our extra is on the top shelf." You smiled.

"I don't know," He tilted his head looking at the oil, "maybe you can stretch tall enough to reach it."

"Eunseok." You had a slight frown, staring at your husband.

"Fine, here." Eunseok reached up and grabbed the bottle of oil for you.

"Thank you." You said reaching up to grab it.

"Wait." Eunseok said, "I can get a better thank you."

You laughed before tiptoeing up to kiss him. Falling back on your heels, Eunseok handed you the bottle.

With everything done and the oven preheated, you set your baking sheets into the oven and began timing them. With an hour to wait, you sat with Eunseok at your table.

He pulled you by your arm to sit on his lap, lips connecting immediately by the time you sat down. Eunseok's hands moved to your waist as yours moved to his jaw.

Licking your bottom lip, Eunseok moved your leg to sit you on his bulge.

"Ahh." You moaned, hips grinding into him.

Eunseok licked across your tongue, holding your face as he explored your mouth. Your hands moved to hold yourself up by his shoulders, hips still grinding his bulge against your clit. Eunseok began rolling his hips against yours.

"You wanna cum like this?"

His eyes were staring into yours, not breaking eye contact.

"Yes." You gasped.

He rolled his hips more, hands moving to hold you in place.

"Fuck me." You gasped.

"You wanted to cum like this?" He corrected you.

"Please."

"Not yet."

Eunseok rolled his hips even more as you grabbed onto his biceps. With every grind you felt your clit shock your body, feeling yourself come closer to cumming. Eunseok leaned down to kiss you as you were gasping and whining with every kiss he laid.

You felt yourself clench, face warming as you came. Your stiff muscles told Eunseok everything.

"Now I can fuck you." He kissed your cheek.

Eunseok began pulling both of your pajama bottoms off as he sat you on your kitchen table. Your cum was dripping onto the stained wood when he aligned his dick with your entrance.

Pushing in, you became a moaning mess. Your hand was gently rubbing your clit, often freezing in place from the amount of pleasure you were feeling from his cock stretching you out.

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I fuck you almost everyday and you're still so needy."

"Fuck, I am." You moaned, eyes shut tightly as Eunseok kissed your cheek. "I need your cock so badly."

Eunseok wrapped his hands along your shoulders pulling you closer to his as he thrusted into you, you gave a loud moan as he continued his rhythm.

"Fuck, Eunseok, fuck me."

"You're babbling nonsense." He smirked.

"You feel so good, keep going."

You were a mess, back arching as Eunseok continued plowing into you. He began rubbing your clit as your legs started folding around his waist. A few more thrusts and you were spasming around him.

You wrapped an arm around his neck as Eunseok leaned down to kiss you. You, moaning into the kiss, held him there. Even through the pulsing overstimulation, you let his continue pumping himself into you as Eunseok chased his high.

Cumming, Eunseok's head fell into your shoulder. Ragged breaths escaped him as he tried to gain composure.

"Did you change your shampoo?" He asked, face flushed as he looked up at you.

You laughed, falling back onto the table, "No."

"You smell different."

You stroked his hair, fixing it where it stood up before petting down the back of his head. Eunseok pulled out, he searched for your bottoms before pulling them up your legs. You both sat up, finding your clothing before returning to the kitchen to check on what was baking.

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As your weekend came to a close, you and Eunseok woke up on Monday holding each other. Eunseok's armed wrapped around you, hand cradling your head, as your leg was draped across his waist.

Eunseok's alarm clock was blaringly loud, jolting you two awake. Eunseok's hand tapped the top of the clock, snoozing it for another few minutes as he held onto you tighter.

"You need to wake up."

"Not yet." His head buried into your neck.

You laughed, "Should I wake up instead."

Eunseok kept his hold on you, "No way."

After some time, Eunseok begrudgingly got up and dressed for work. You stayed under the warm covers for a minute before getting up and throwing on a sweater.

"Too cold?" Eunseok asked, kissing your head as he walked towards your closet.

"A little." You crossed her arms, conserving at much warmth as you could.

Eunseok dressed in his usual uniform, straight slacks, button shirt, suit jacket, and a tie. Working in a 9-5 office job required this uniform. While it tired Eunseok everyday, you always found yourself more obsessed with your husband everyday after work. His wrinkled shirt, unbuttoned with a loose tie, he was irresistible to you.

Their day went as usual, you ran errands and Eunseok worked. You made a grocery run and bought ingredients for dinner. You hated hearing Eunseok mope about working so you decided to make him a special dinner, deciding on an alfredo pasta, one of his favorites.

Getting back home, you busied yourself with chores before Eunseok got back. Replacing burnt lightbulbs, cleaning out your fridge, tidying your bathroom.

You were looking through the mail as Eunseok entered through the front door.

"Ah, there you are."

"Welcome home." You smiled at him.

Eunseok was a little disheveled, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned shirt with a loose tie. Eunseok caught you staring before you could catch yourself.

"Are you okay?"

"You're really hot right now."

Eunseok laughed as he sat beside you, looking at the ads and bills sent to them. He'd taken a magazine and read through it before pointing something out to you. You leaned over and turned the tv on, setting it on a low volume before continuing to look through the mail.

Eunseok let his left hand rest on your thigh, his right hand holding a magazine he was reading through. Your eyes flicked down at his hand before trying to ignore it.

"They have the audacity to call these deals?" Eunseok said, leaning towards you to show the most outrageous sale from some department store.

As you leaned in to read what he was showing you, Eunseok's hand moved up to your inner thigh. Your eyes darted to his face, Eunseok looked at you as if he was doing nothing.

"Crazy times we live in." He commented.

They sat until it was around dinner time.

"Creamy pasta?" Eunseok gleamed at you.

"Your favorite." You smiled, you loved seeing Eunseok happy.

You two began cooking before Eunseok moved to set the table. You set the food down before Eunseok walked over to the mini bar, pouring a glass of wine for the two of you.

"Fancy." You said, taking your glass.

You ate together, talking and laughing, before retiring to your bedroom. Unlike some of your neighbors, you two weren't big drinkers. A few glasses of wine, you two began getting tipsy as you walked upstairs.

Eunseok was flushed, kissing along your face as you set him on the bed.

"I'm not drunk, just silly." He assured you.

"You sure are." You laughed, helping his out of his tie.

He pulled you down, kissing your face even more. You leaned in and kissed him back. His hands move to pull your shirt off, feeling the warm skin of your back.

"I wanna fuck you so bad." Eunseok confessed.

"Are you sober enough to fuck?"

Eunseok pffted at you, "Of course I am. I'm just feeling goofy."

His hands were rubbing along your hips and ass, feeling and squeezing the flesh. His hands felt hot as you were unbuttoning his shirt, mouths open and licking along each other. Pulling his shirt off, you moved your hands down his abs to unbuckle his belt.

"Don't tease me." Eunseok whined.

You kissed his cheek, slowly pulling his belt out of his pants, "You always tease me, why not do it back?"

He pulled your hips down onto his bulge, "I'm stronger than you."

"And I can last longer." you teased, slowly undoing his pants.

Throwing his bottoms off, Eunseok noticed how you were still dressed. Beginning to pull at your clothes, you moved his hands away.

"Not yet, baby boy."

Eunseok felt himself whine as he looked up at you.

You slowly took your shirt off, carefully sliding it off of your body before getting off of Eunseok to slide your pants down. Eunseok leaned on his elbows to watch you. Slowly pushed your panties down, a thick string of arousal connecting your core to your panties. The sight made Eunseok whine again. You threw the soiled underwear behind you as you climbed back into Eunseok's lap.

"You're bra." Eunseok said.

"Do you wanna take it off?"

"Yes." He fell back as his hands covered your breasts.

Feeling the soft fabric of your bra, he pushed your bra straps down as you leaned closer to help his unclasp it. The bra slid down your arms as you threw it off of the bed. Eunseok held your breasts in his palms.

They were always so soft and warm, perfectly fitting in his hands as you leaned back to hover over his dick. Eunseok's thumbs flicked over your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

You stayed still for a moment, hand going down to your core. Eunseok was confused at what you were doing, your fingers were rubbing yourself but it was more like you were collecting your cum.

Pulling your fingers away, you looked at your cum.

"I don't know."

"What?" Eunseok whined.

"Doesn't look like I'm in peak ovulation."

Eunseok grabbed at your hips as you tried moving off of him, "Please."

"Please?" You repeated.

"I need you so badly. Please fuck me." He confessed, feeling his cheeks warm.

"You need me to fuck you?"

"Please, y/n."

You smiled, "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't know you needed me that badly." Your voice dripping with faux worry.

You moved back in place, aligning him with your entrance as you sunk down onto Eunseok's dick.

"Yes." Eunseok moaned, feeling his fingers grip onto your hips tighter.

Beginning to bounce, you noticed how fucked out Eunseok looked.

His eyes were heavy lidded, a strong blush coloring his cheeks as he kept his mouth open with a slew of moans and whines escaping him.

"You feel good?" You asked him, just like he did to you.

"So good." He moaned.

You continued watching Eunseok, you never got this side of him. He was always on top or in the dominant position, you were the one babbling on his cock, never him pussy drunk.

"Touch me."

Eunseok, eyes glazed over, asked "Where."

"You know where." You had a smirk on her face.

His hand went to your core, rubbing your clit as you continued bouncing. You were lightly clenching around him with every rub against your clit. With this new stimulation, Eunseok felt himself come apart with every clench and squeeze from you.

"Y/n."

"I'm right here, baby."

He continued moaning as you rode him. His hips bucking upwards, trying to meet your bounces as he felt himself grow closer.

"I'm so close to cumming." He told you.

"You wanna cum?"

"So badly." He continued circling your clit, growing faster.

You bounced faster, bringing him to his high quicker. His hands gripped your hips as his nails dug into the flesh.

"Fuck, fuck." Eunseok chanted.

His hips continued thrusting upwards as he felt himself cum. Sitting down on him, you stayed in place, waiting for Eunseok of calm down. Seeing him regain composure,

"You're so cute."

"Am I?" He asked through puffs of breaths.

Slowly pulling off of him, "You are, so desperate for me." You leaned down to kiss him.

"You didn't cum." He noticed.

"Not yet, I was too obsessed with you." You kissed his neck.

"I can't let my wife not cum." He said, looking at you.

"How sweet, do you wanna finger me?"

Eunseok nodded, still gasping in his breaths.

You moved up the bed so Eunseok could easily finger you.

"Fuck, sit on my face." He said, seeing his cum drip out of you.

"You sure?"

"Yes." He stated.

Laying down onto his pillow, you moved to sit on him. His eager tongue stretching out to lick at You. You moaned as he began lapping at your pussy. You were already so close, feeling his tongue prod and flick at your clit brought you closer to the edge.

Rocking your hips along his face, Eunseok moved his hands up to rub your clit as he sucked his cum out of you. Your hips moving up to bump his nose along your clit before grinding along his tongue.

"Eunseok." You gasped.

His mouth stayed on your core, hands wrapped around your hips as he lifted his head to stay latched onto your pussy. Eunseok continued drinking you up as he rubbed your clit until you untensed above him. When he fell down onto the bed, you crawled down and fell onto his chest. Eunseok's arms wrapping around you as he felt for the blanket to wrap you two.

"That felt really good." Eunseok said, turning off one of the lamps.

"Can I be on top more?" You asked, eyes gleaming up at him.

"No, but it was nice."

[crazywolf828]

I just want everyone to know I got a decent chunk of the next chapter of the werewolf au done

[its-no-biggie]

"ugh this rvb fantasy au is so difficult..... trying to translate the sci fi elements into magic in a way thats coherent..... trying to fix the problems with the pfl arc..... trying to actually come up with character traits for half of the freelancers...... >:|"

*remembers how much ill get to draw wash covered in blood* haha nice :)

[leatherbookmark]

you just can't win with polls, can you

they say "the least handsome" and people are still getting upset in the tags... no one's calling your fave ugly, just that they're the least handsome out of this list of stupidly gorgeous men. that still means he's handsome!! gosh

[phagodyke]

prev post reminds me a friend told me last week she doesnt believe i actually struggle with emotional volatility/dysregulation like ive mentioned before bc shes never seen it firsthand...............

[skrunksthatwunk]

been wringing my hands about the concept of family therapy. scary stuff. like maybe it could help and we sure as hell need SOMETHING to change but i think it would be like taking a potato peeler to the soles of my feet

[whokilledsamara]

hello my lovely!!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

i figured since you sent me a request i'll send you one too if that's okay?! i see a lack of mr hood on ur acc so maybe some headcanons for him if you have any!!? anything cute or anything filthy!!

MR. HOOD N/SFW HCS

a list of Mr. Hood x reader hcs {an: ofc my love, hope you like!! 💋💋}

warnings || smut, tentacles, monster fucking, soft dom, slight violence, black goo

{an || ah hello!! i hope you enjoy these, i dont have much Mr. Hood and i wanted to write for him soon so thank you!}

SFW

Mr. Hood is a difficult lover, as expected. he cant quite grasp the concept of love- or he just doesn't want to. it will take forever to even convince him to admit his feelings.

he is known to bring gifts, or anything he comes across that would seem to interest you. he just really likes seeing you happy!

he is a very monotone guy, rarely any emotion noticeable from him honestly. he prefers to keep things leveled out and little to no affection.

even if you aren't "shrunken", he still likes having you inside of his coat. he says its for safety purposes, but you know its more than that.

when it comes to the others- he doesn't mind letting you hang out with them! he isn't controlling whatsoever and allows you to pretty much do as you please.

usually he is gone somewhere, but don't worry, he is always watching. even if you cant see him per se, he has his "eyes" on you.

he wont admit it, but he enjoys your company. his biggest fear is loosing you. therefore, if you call for him- he will always be there.

cold? he will either stuff you inside of his coat with him or he will just take it off and hand it to you. something about seeing you in it does something for him.

NSFW

he is a very gentle lover. while yes, he has a lot of pent up tension, he wont be rough with you unless explicitly asked. if you do however allow him to be rough, he will still have restraint.

he doesn't have a penis, he has tentacles. they work the same, and act the same, just don't look the same. {feels better too}

he is terrified of harming you, so any negative noise you make will cause him to halt his motions. just tap his arm or something to make him resume.

not a greedy or teasing lover. will give you what you both want, and do it efficiently.

his favorite position is missionary. he gets to use all of your holes at once with his multiple tentacles.

his cum is black and translucent, but has the consistency of human semen. tastes like literally nothing.

noises aren't very frequent with him. you might hear a grunt or two every now and then, but nothing loud or anything.

his hands feel very cool against your body, often groping and grabbing whatever flesh he can. specifically your neck.

very few limits on what he will do. anything you ask, he will do silently and immediately. very obedient.

he is a very soft dom. will please you and will be quiet without degradation or roughness, but always on "top".

hehehe,, might make more...

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[livelaughloveluffy]

when he's falling for you - monkey d. luffy

a/n: i totally wasn't expecting to finish this so soon, however posting fics is like a disease and once i start and get on a role i cant stop 💀

nothing but fluff here 💗

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who's much more silly around you than usual, cracking a lot more jokes, making funny faces, truly doing the most just to experience your giggles and full body laughs. he lives to see you happy and will do literally anything to put a smile on your face, no questions asked.

-when exploring on islands, luffy makes a special effort to pick whatever flowers he can find and gives them to you. "look!! aren't these pretty? just like you!"

-physical touch times 100. this man is all over you. he'll stretch his arms across the room just to be able to hold you, jumps onto you wrapping all of his limbs around your body far too often. once he finally has you in his arms, he will not let go. he'll cling to you like a mouse caught in a glue trap. and he'll do this literally anywhere, at any time, the second he misses you. truly a pda king.

-once you have his heart, you're also deemed worthy of the food off of his plate. he'll offer you the last piece with a cheeky smile saying something about how he'll be happier watching you eat it instead.

-luffy, who is surprisingly jealous. he's totally fine when everyone's in a group together or even in smaller groups of 3/4 people, but when you are alone with someone other than him, he can't help but pout about it. "but, i dont understand, why can't you just be with me instead?". he wants to be the only one to have your undivided attention.

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a/n: ugh luffy, my precious baby 😭😭😭😭 truly the most innocent and pure love you could ask for.

a/n: liked this fic? here's my masterlist!!

[marvelstan0905]

"Trust me, you're not heavy"

Boyfriend!Kenji Sato X FEM!Chubby/Plus Size! Reader

TW : insecurities regarding weight/fluff/wholesome/stammering/picking up/angst/slightly new relationship/comparison/lewd joke at the end/not proofread yet/ mixed POV

-Hi. This is for comfort. Mostly for me,because I am on the thicker side and these are thoughts that have coursed through my mind. If you will be triggered please don't go beyond the line. I am a Female/AFAB so it will be with she/her pronouns! I'm still gonna write other scenarios with GN readers in mind! Thank you for the love and support😘

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Today was a relaxing day. A chill day from all the chaos that both me and Kenji had been going through. We were relaxing together at Kenji's house. My legs laid on his lap as I sat across from him on the couch. We were watching a movie occasionally being on our phones. Kenji put down his phone and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Hey baby?" Kenji started hesitantly as he took my hand and gently put my phone down. I hummed and smiled giving him my attention. "Can I ask why you don't let me pick you up or sit in my lap?"

I froze. I expected the question but I didn't really expect the question so soon ant so abruptly. I looked away from Kenji, clearing my throat.

"W-What do you mean, baby?" I cleared my throat and withdraw my legs from his lap hugging my knees. Kenji's eyes softened in concern as he observed your tense and almost, hiding body language.

"Well..baby we've been dating for quite a while yet you've never sat in my lap or let me pick you up. If I try to pick you up, you squirm away and stiffen up...did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" Kenji spoke sincerely as he gently took ahold of my hand, his thumb brushing against my knuckles. His beautiful mauve turquoise eyes held concern and guilt. I felt bad.

"N-No. Of course its not you, baby. It's me, really. I..I dont even know where to start really" I breathed with a nervous laughter. I played with his soft but calloused hands. Kenji felt relieved but it still didn't exactly explain why. He wouldn't pressure his girl to talk about it but they had great communication.

"Well you know,you can tell me anything. I'd never judge you. You're the perfect specimen to me" Kenji added with conviction and genuineness. I blushed and shook my head.

"I know that, my love. You'd never judge me. It's just..I'm not exactly small, you know? I don't weigh like 40kgs and stuff like that. Plus I've never really been lifted up or put my whole weight on someone, if that makes sense? Like for trustfall exercises at school, I never got a turn or piggy back rides. Stuff like that..I know it's stupid" I rambled whiles touching my head. I tugged on my sweater sleeves. Kenji's eyes softened and hardened at the same time, he was was quite upset people treated you that way. "Even if someone did volunteer they'd be huffing and puffing or straning. So I'd prefer if you didn't get a hernia or something like that picking me up"

"Welk to start baby, fuxk those people who treated you like that. I'd like their names and Instagram handles..Number 2. It doesn't matter that you don't weigh 40kgs or whatever. That's actually unhealthy but anyways. I don't care if you're not small. Just means there's more to touch and feel on" Kenji smirked whiles groping my pudgy love handles. I giggled and pushed his hands away causing him to chuckle.

"Babe. It's not stupid at all. Trust me, I won't get a hernia or huff or puff, okay? I'm an athlete, I play a sport which requires a great deal of strength. I probably lift weights heavier than you. Even if you weighed 6000lbs I'd glad pick you up and put you in my lap and arms"Kenji assured me whiles he pulled me closer and held my hands.

"I know it's scary but please trust me. I think you're the most beautiful girl ever. With all cute abundance as well. It means I get a marshmallow and extra softness to cuddle, okay?" Kenji smiled and stood up pulling us both to our feet. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Can we try it? I promise I won't drop you or strain? I'm not fragile, my love. I won't break if I pick you up. Come on your dating the Ken Sato. Believe when I say you're not heavy at all"

Kenji was convincing but I was still anxious. I really didn't want to be embarrassing or scarred for life...again. I didn't want to witness my boyfriend struggle under my weight but then again, he was right. He did lift weights far heavier than me. His half alien self did have that extra strength and power. I looked up at him and Kenji gave me the puppy eyes and the pout. I groaned and sighed, he really did look like a kicked puppy. "Please princess of mine, please. Trust me?"

"Finnnne. I'm being serious, baby. I'm trusting you. J-Just a minute, okay?" I stammered anxiously. Kenji's smiled brightened up and without a second of hesitation, his large hands wrapped around my thick thighs and picked me up without a struggle or hassle. My instant reaction was to push him away and stiffened up, but I took a deep breath. Kenji wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands laid comfortably under my thighs. I looked at him expecting a tomato face or something but he seemed..fine. Genuinely content and happy as he rocked from side to side slowly.

" Look at that..I'm not huffing or puffing. Neither am I crumbling. See ,baby trust me. You're as light as a paperclip to me. I can toss you around like a ragdoll if I wanted" Kenji shrugged with a triumphant smirk as his hands climbed up and onto my rear. I flushed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still a lot to get used to but I really liked this. It was nice."Feels good, huh? Plus you're all nice and close to me. I get to kiss you more too"

Kenji spoke softly whiles his lips peppered kisses all over my face. Small flustered giggles left my lips as I leaned into his affection.

"Guess I was too anxious. Thank you, baby. Means alot that you're patient like this. The reassurance means alot as well" I say softly whiles nuzzling my cheek against his cheek. Kenji hummed in satisfaction as well nuzzling against me as well.

"This is nothing, baby. I just wanted you close and for you to be more comfortable in your own skin. I love you so much. All of you. In and out, okay? In fact, I'd like to add to all that chubbiness. Just make you eat even more" Kenji murmured whiles kissing my cheek continously. I giggled and shook my head. We stood like this for a few minutes in a comfortable silence as we exchanged kisses and nuzzles. It was so nice and intimate. The once nervous and anxious air from before seemed to have dissipated as we cuddled in content.

"You know this means I can eat you out in the air now" Kenji murmured with his cheek restint against my head. I clicked my tongue, with a flustered gasp and gently pinched his chest. "Ow! What? Wishful thinking..you know? A little manhandling..come on you know you want to?"

"Kenji Sato!"

"Okay..Okay..I'm sorry..maybe we can try the butterfly position now-"

Thwack

"Ow!O-Okay. Okay. I'm sorry, babygirl. We can talk later hmm?"

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Nicknames you call naruto boys ──☆*:・ﾟ

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋, choji🍥,gaara⏳, kankuro🪆

Bold is them~

Fem!reader

Naruto🦊-*

You mostly call him darling or handsome, but sometimes you call him foxy just to tease LOL. At first he was flustered by darling n stuff but soon got use to it, but he never expected the name “foxy” to appear farther along into your relationship

“Y/nnnn! How does my hair look?? I’m trying something new do you like?” “I think you look great foxy!” He stopped for a solid 10 seconds before responding “ah…. Heh… are you making fun of mee?” “No I’m callin you foxy cuz your a fox!” “Literally?” “No I’m calling you hot, foxy means attractive silly” Again he paused trying to understand what is happening. “SHE THINKS IM HOT!” He hopes he said that in his head

Sasuke🗡️-*

You call him literally any meaningful name he will either be like “whatever” or about to cry, just depends what you call him. You can call him babe/sweetie/honey or whatever and he wouldn’t react but he will break if you call him “baby boy” he has issues but you can fill that void for him.

“Sasuke, let’s go to bed” “I mustn’t y/n. I’m far too busy, I will be in bed in three hours. Promise” you grab his hand stopping him from walking out the door “baby boy please. I worry about you… let’s go to bed” you can feel his hand twitch in yours, he turns to meet your eyes. His face visibly softens almost to a sad expression. “Yes, darling. Ok…”

Kiba🐺-*

Love, baby, good boy and puppy. Puppy for obvious reasons, I’ve said it before when he gets tired he wants your attention 100%. he wants to cuddle and talk literally anything as long as he has your attention, and the cherry on top is when you call him puppy. Throughout the day you call him nicknames like “Kiba baby, can you hand me my bag” or “love your going to be latee!” but puppy is only for special moments

He was irritated over god knows what and all he wanted was to cuddle so that’s what he gets! “I’d be irritated too Kiba now come hereee” “thank god! I just need some private time with you..” instantly climbed into your lap to sprawl out “of course! We can cuddle all you need puppy” you can see the dumb smirk growing in his face as he giggles like an idiot while growing red

Shikamaru🀄️-*

You guys share the same nicknames with each other so you call him things like dear and sweetie. He’s very chill with nicknames but he does find them adorable especially when they come from you.

“Shika?….Shikamaru??? sweetie?… DEAR!!!?” “WHAAAAAAATTTT” “DONT SASS ME IM TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!” “SORRY….what?” “I love you~” “god your such a pain… love you too”

Shino🪲-*

Bug boy LOL. Yes bug boy but also sweetheart mostly! He barely reacts to things you do but every now and then you can catch a little smile on his cute face~

“Sweetheart~” “yes love bug?” “Have I ever told you how cute you are?” “Ah…uhm..no you haven’t, thank you” you giggle “I can see the smile!” he quickly tucks into his shirt once he realized he has been caught

Neji🎋-*

Let’s be honest. He’s pretty. So the name must  acknowledge his prettiness pretty boy! He always thought the name was silly “why not handsome boy?” “Because your pretty? I mean you are handsome but pretty boy is cuter!”

“Where you headin pretty boy?” “Out for a walk, care to join?…again with the silly name y/n?” “Sure I’ll join, and yes again with the silly name I’ll never stop until you love it!” He stopped responding just to talk to himself “little do you know I do…” he whispered

Lee🥋-*

He’s chooses the nicknames honestly. He’s just a ball of excitement when it come to your relationship. He’s on top of communication so nicknames were talked about at the beginning.

“Oooo can my nickname be honey bun!!! OH or maybe perfect, loving, amazing, handsome boyfriend!” “Well that’s to long for a pet name uhm.. how about just handsome, honey and love?” “AH PERFECT!” He reacts clapping his hands together

Choji🍥-*

You are very very special to him so you are the only one he lets call him big boy, because he knows that you NEVER mean it in a insulting way. In fact you mostly use it as a flirt~ along with sweetie or buds!

“God I could just eat you up big boy~” or “sweetie pie your lookin handsome today!” He is very anxious and insecure sometimes so you gotta make him feel like the hottest man in your eyes~ some times he just lays on your chest listening to all your praises and compliments

Gaara⏳-*

He doesn’t care what you call him he just appreciates you no matter what. But you decided rose would be perfect~ not just because his hair is red but you also find him as beautiful and perfect as a budding rose

“Rose can you hand me my water” “am…I rose?” You giggle “yes Gaara!” “Oh. Thank you y/n!” He flashes a smile “Aw I love you Gaara~” “I love you too..”

Kankuro🪆-*

He doesn’t care what you call him but he does find it a little hot if you call him a “bad boy” but that rarely ever happens, mostly it’s just darling, sexy or handsome (he likes compliments ok)

You can observe him applying his makeup so you can chime in “your a handsome one arent ya?” “I know right~” “ok bad boy, calm down with your cockiness-” “Mmmm call me that again~” “ok I’m leaving moment ruined.” He’s so annoying and cocky but we love him

[bkgsdoll]

♡ ‿‿🍫⠀⠀10 DAYS OF KATSMAS

﹒🎀˚ ୧ merry christmas!! this is a little event to celebrate the festive holidays along with our not-so festive fav, katsuki c: (i promise this'll move forward unlike kinktober cough)

i smell snow - gilmore girls au summary: getting a whiff of snow one chilly night, you persuade your grumpy friend to join you to watch the first snowfall of the year.  ⁣ 

ice my cookie (nsfw) summary: baking christmas cookies with your boyfriend gets dirtier than you anticipated...  ⁣ 

you've ruined caroling - bsf!bkg summary: you managed to convince your childhood best friend to join you and your friends to go caroling, since he didn't have anything else planned... you realize how big of a mistake that was when you hear how good of a singer he is-- and at stealing your spotlight!

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meet the family - latina!reader summary: all you wanted was to give your boyfriend a fun, festive introduction to your family. but everything that can go wrong at a huge latin gathering, goes wrong.  ⁣ 

red-nosed - nerd!bkg x bimbo!reader summary: for some reason, bakugou's at your christmas party dressed as a reindeer. not that it was his choice, of course. you, being the christmas fanatic that you are, insisted that the two of you match for your holiday events—and now he’s stuck wearing antlers for the rest of the night. but he doesn't mind too much, since you're fawn-ing over him the entire party, leaving no attention for anyone else.  

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secret santa - college au summary: your classmates organized a secret santa exchange, and when a certain blond realizes who you got a gift for, jealousy rises up inside him, and he almost regrets not changing his pick when no one was looking. now he has to give you his carefully chosen present with everyone watching.  ⁣ 

hallmark movie core summary: you participate in a holiday-themed scavenger hunt set up by the staff at your alma mater, U.A, never expecting to see your lifelong crush there as well. soon enough, you find yourself under a mistletoe with him. just as the awkwardness sets in, you're prepared to quickly kiss his cheek and dash home, but shockingly, katsuki scrambles through a flustered and heartfelt confession.  ⁣ 

jingle bell rock (nsfw) - bully!bkg x popular!reader summary: you and your friends (more like terrified followers) decide to recreate the iconic mean girls jingle bell rock dance for your school's holiday show. but then, you hear from one of your lackeys who heard from umi-- whatever, it doesn't really matter. point is: bakugou katsuki, the notorious jerk of the school was heard jerking off to you in the bathroom!   ⁣ 

the gift of magi summary: with all the financial struggles you and your husband have been facing, neither of you know what to get the other for christmas. you both end up sacrificing your own precious belongings to buy the other's gift.  ⁣ 

bakugou christmas vlog - dad!bkg summary: spending christmas morning with your children c:

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[asapeveryday]

SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 3

Previous. Next.

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes/language, tension

Summary: having Paige’s number means she can bother you whenever she wants, but maybe a night out with her isn’t a bother at all.

A/n: enjoy guys 😇lmk what you think of this one

YOU

is this paige?

???

Has anyone else given you their number since you got here?

YOU

no…

PAIGE

Aight, so who else would it be then? 🤘🏼

YOU

i should’ve thrown out that napkin tbh!🙂

PAIGE

Ignoring that. How’s the hangover?

YOU

it’s ok. getting coffee helped ig

PAIGE

Having another night out might help too…if u fw that

YOU

with you? id rather die then “fw that” 🙏

PAIGE

Ok rot in ya hotel room see if I care 🤷🏼‍♀️

Seen.

PAIGE

Actually nvm I feel bad for ur miserable ass. U shud fr go out and see what Connecticut has to offer. Ever been to Gianni’s?

YOU

no i haven’t, I’ve only been here for like two days. is it italian food?

PAIGE

Only the best in town 😉 u shud def go

YOU

ugh I would but i have to see if elaine can take me cus my teammates are busy

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

YOU

typing…

YOU CAN FEEL yourself getting socially drained as you text her, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Paige is infuriating and arrogant, which comes with the deadly additions of charisma and the ability to keep you on edge with every word spoken, or even typed.

You’d always known of this, even before your game with her that day. A player like Paige can be hard to come across; perfectly capable, talented and independent yet somehow the best team player out there, sharing passes she can without a doubt make. Why? Because she doesn’t need to prove anything.

It often bothered you, especially since you constantly needed to prove yourself during the start of your college career. You took every shot you could get your hands on, and she gave shots away like candy whilst still having a huge reputation as a player. Obviously it went deeper than that, but the simple fact just stuck to your brain.

You can’t help but recall her face, inches from yours attempting to pry your ball from your grasp. Like she was deserving, like it was hers for the taking. She had made a similar face on the panel where she dissed you soon afterwards, and then again while watching you at the bar, and just before writing her number on the napkin. You wondered if she was making that face right now as she texts you.

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

The text is simple but it summons some sort of unique feeling in you. Paige Bueckers is offering to pick you up in her car, on her night off, and take you to a restaurant. And you, for whatever reason, are considering saying yes.

Sighing to yourself, you weigh your options. Option one: you sit around your hotel alone till your teammates come back, most probably drunk from a bar since it’s a Saturday. Option two: you ask Elaine to take you out once again, even though you’re probably gonna see her the whole week you’re here. Option three: you let the girl who shit-talked you at a post game conference take you out for dinner.

YOU

i guess i should go out. DONT act like ur doing me a favour tho….n if I don’t have fun i’m blocking u.

PAIGE

Drop the addy. I’ll come by in an hour

Seen.

After hurriedly pulling yourself together, taking an Advil, checking out the restaurant’s Instagram and getting ready you can’t help but find your heart steadily hammering inside of you. Paige is coming to your hotel. You’re gonna be in her car. She’s taking you to her favourite restaurant. This has to be the most peculiar thing that has happened all year.

-

The car ride is significantly better then you expected it would be. Paige adamantly seems to prevent any room for awkward silence to seep through, commenting on your outfit and filling the vehicle with music that makes the interior buzz from the volume. She has a free look on her face, chair reclined more then you’d dare if you were in the drivers seat, hair blowing in her face from the windows being down.

“I’m surprised you’re driving me out.” You say, finally airing what was on your mind.

Paige shrugs. “Didn’t feel like drinking today. Plus, I’m in the mood to be generous and show you what Storrs has.”

“If someone told me I’d be hanging out with Paige Bueckers like a week ago, I think I’d be fucking appalled. Or disgusted. Or both.” You laugh.

She chuckles, glancing at you sneakily. “You swear a lot, don’t you?”

“Awe my bad.” You pout, giving her a fake-concerned look. “Forgot you can’t handle a little language.”

“I can handle it,” she grumbles. “I just think cursing is better for specific situations.”

“Like what?”

Paige wets her lips almost sheepishly, but she keeps her eyes straight on the road. “Like sex.”

A beat passes before you respond “Sorry I couldn’t savour a couple words for you and your little kink.”

She looks over at you now, and you meet her gaze as equally as you can. She just lets out a smile, shaking her head to herself as she pulls into the parking lot. You try to ignore the elevator-sinking feeling in your stomach from her words as you get out from the car.

The restaurant is beautiful. It’s cozy, ambient and well decorated. Not too fancy and not too full, just perfect. You’re seated in a more secluded area, per Paige’s request. She orders for you, insisting she knows exactly what to get for the best possible experience.

The food is good, and you don’t feel the need to hide it from Paige, who visibly grows at your praise for the place she picked out.

“So, are you jus in Connecticut for Elaine?” She says.

“Not really.” You reply. “Me and some of the others are just doing a little East Coast road-trip. I wasn’t really interested in coming to Storrs, but it made sense to come by and see her.”

“For a whole week?” She raises her eyebrow. “Seems like you’re close.”

“I was only gonna stay in Storrs for a couple days, then go to Hartford but the girls seem to like it here.” You shrug. “They think it’s cute, being a small town and all, but it’s pretty boring if you’re not a student.”

“It’s better if you’re with fun people.” She smiles.

“I hope you don’t think you’re fun.”

“Compared to Elaine I definitely am.” Paige scoffs.

You can’t help but feel a little more hostility than humour in her tone.

“Do you guys know each other?” You ask, as sly and innocent as you can muster. Paige seems hesitant.

“Nah.” She finally decides. “I mean, we’ve talked before. Ion know her personally.”

“It’s kinda funny, she said she doesn’t pay much attention to you but I think she might have a little crush.” You laugh.

Paige visibly stiffens at this, which catches you by surprise.

In a split second she regains her calm, unbothered composure. “What has she said?”

“Not much.” You shrug. “Just seems a little interested.”

Paige’s jaw clenches for a moment, and you’re not surprised when she changes the subject. “How many people have been on your case since I posted that picture of us from the bar on my story?”

“God, so many.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You?”

“You don’t even wanna know.” She scoffs. “Not sure why everyone was so crazy bout it though, s’not like we were beefing for real.”

“Right!” You say, happy she seems to be on the same page. “It was just some petty crap. I guess people just really were hoping there would be some rivalry.”

You think for a moment, before saying. “Maybe we should keep this drama thing up. Might be fun.”

“It’s a lil too late for that,” Paige shakes her head with a slight smile. “remember how KK and Ice were on live yesterday at the coffee shop? Yeah, we kinda were in the background at some point. People saw us talking.”

“You’re joking.”

“Dead serious. There are edits and everything.”

You rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table, lessening the proximity between you and her. “I only get into these weird ass situations when I interact with you, Paige.”

She sits up in her seat, blue eyes quickly looking you up and down. “Yet you’re still here.”

“Girl’s gotta have fun.” You shrug. Her foot hits yours under the table, her eyebrow raised as if challenging you. You have a sudden thought of going under the table and letting your hands unzip her cargo pants, but instead you just kick her back.

“Wanna go?” She asks. You don’t want to go back to the hotel, and she seems to pick up on it. “The area we’re in is nice. We can walk around a bit.”

You smile and nod. “Split the bill?”

“Fuck no.” She shoots you a look, pulling out her credit card from the back of her phone.

“You cursed!” You exclaim, to which she scoffs.

“I said it’s alright in specific situations.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Well we’re not having sex, are we?”

The way her eyelashes flutter at your question gives you jitters. “Aight, stop talking.” She finally manages to respond. You just send her a look that you hope makes her nervous.

-

“You’re not funny.” She grumbles, attempting to grab your phone from you.

“Back off, Bueckers! I’m serious.” You laugh, sidestepping her with your phone above your head. The street was empty and the lights were on, putting the two of you in a yellow glow against the night. You’d been walking around the neighbourhood, observing houses and learning a bit about Storrs for the past hour.

“Give me your phone, I know you ain’t deleting those.” She huffs, grabbing for your phone. You try to escape her grasp but she’s got longer limbs, so eventually your phone is in her pocket and she’s wearing a proud look on her face.

It’s nice to walk in the quiet of evening, her beside you. You have no idea where you are but you can’t help but trust she can get you back to the car in no time. Not just yet though.

You turn to look at Paige almost shamelessly. There’s just so much to observe with her. Her confident posture, toothy smile, sleek straightened blonde hair, even the baggy cargo pants and sweater. She always looked good, it never failed to annoy you.

“Either your pants are too tight or crazy baggy.” You note. She just raises her eyebrow.

“Sounds like you just want me to take my pants off at this point.”

“Wouldn’t mind a little show.” You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself at the surge of confidence. She doesn’t seem taken aback, in fact she’s intrigued.

“Is that your usual routine? Have a meal out then have a meal at home?”

“Maybe it is.” You shrug. “I never object to a wine n dine.”

“And what exactly would you object to?”

“Cocky girls who think they’re the shit.” You say, turning your head to face her. You don’t mean to target her, but she simply smiles.

“Is it really being cocky if I can back it up though?” Paige asks quietly. You’re not walking anymore, stuck in place on an empty path between buildings. She’s closing in on you until your back hits a brick wall. The way Paige is staring down at you, hands in her pockets, lip between her teeth. It’s nothing you’d object to, ever.

“I won’t believe it till I see it.” You mutter, holding her eye. The air is tense in a new way that you haven’t felt with her since you first met in the bar. Her face is entrancing.

Paige’s hands lift your jaw upwards, and she leans into your ear. “You might not see it,” she mumbles, breath hot against your skin. “But you’ll definitely feel it.”

When she pulls back from your ear she stays hovering just above you, hands chastely holding your head up. You’re in the perfect position to kiss, and you can’t stop your eyes from darting between her electric stare to her lush, pink lips.

You can literally feel her breath on your mouth when a piercing ring cuts through the moment. It’s coming from her pocket, and she pulls out your phone. Paige’s face twists as she reads the screen. “It’s Elaine.”

“Just- just decline it.” You rush out, not caring how desperate you sound. You can feel how wet you are, and the lack of heat against you is blaring.

“She texted you too.” Paige scoffs. “She’s waiting for you at your hotel.”

You don’t even know what to say. Paige’s face is expressionless. You’re disappointed, but there’s no point in begging. Nothing really happened.

“Let’s get you home.” She says, starting to walk back from where you came. “Shouldn’t keep her waiting.” Her tone is dripping with toxicity. It makes you shiver.

[crazywolf828]

Oh so first I don't want to write anything, now I wanna write literally four fics at once🙄

[thetrueressii]

ive been cooking up an rw anthro(?) au and i decided to work on arti first since she is a favorite of mine and i have her general storyline and stuff below the cut if you wanna read it lol

i have plans for the others soon

the general gist of this au is that slugcats and scavengers have small settlements, typically just called colonies or villages, that have loose connections

both slugcats and scavengers typically live in multigenerational homes, containing many different families in one shelter

major colonies or cities are usually settled on top of or around iterators, with those colonies taking up the ancients' housing

the timelines also are a lot more compressed with all the base game and downpour slugcats co-existing within close time frame, but still follows spearmaster > arti > hunter > gourmand > etc...

basically arti's story is that after the deaths of her pups, she goes mad from grief and vows to kill anyone who she deems responsible for taking away her pups (and those who get in her way)

she makes her way to five pebbles and eventually metropolis where she has her long-awaited confrontation with the scavenger king, expecting closure that never came

once it was done, she was left with nothing but misery and uncontrollable rage, and unwilling to leave, she became the next chieftain, of whatever was left of the scavengers in metropolis, making them do her bidding

tho over time her anger became mere embers, leaving her tired and miserable and five pebbles increasingly impatient with her

she is forced out of metropolis and leaves five pebbles facility grounds after hunter fights her on behalf of five pebbles along his journey to help moon, where shes going and for what reason is left up for debate (like literally i don't know where shes going and/or for what reason)

dont mind my horrid writing lol i barely write anything, still ironing out what i want and what i don't want so a lot of this is still up for change, but i think honestly this is a good writing and drawing exercise for me

[helplessautomaton]

WC 876

addon to the last post abt yandere daisuke,, sorry gang i lowkey forgor. also, i dont think i can keep using ingame screenshots for the header so i might ditch that because i don't want to use outside sources. tbf i could just draw my own for that- anyways!

i straight up forgot about the please aspect and did not take advantage of that! mightve gotten cared away, apologies hehe, also this is my last post for today, sorry

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its gonna start off slow with daisuke, he just wants praise from the people around him who know better! he just wants to know hes doing a good job so please tell him he is. as his obsession starts to grow hes unaware of his expression with his eyes. staring at you, expecting— wanting praise, just to give him that extra boost. as time progresses along with his attachment towards you, no matter what part you have in the crew, he tries to help you. his cheery smile making it hard to resist and say no. gently grabbing your hands while you two take a break, blabbering on about what he managed to do and going off topic about whatever. all this while he has a golden smile directed at you, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners to match.

when you hang around swansea and daisuke, you semi-jokingly praise him to give him more of a boost. its sends him over the moon to know hes doing right by you! swansea makes little teasing comments when daisuke is out of ear. as he starts to get more conscious of his obsession with you, he acts on it more knowingly. trying to push the buttons he know works even when its starting wear off and you hesitantly go along with it.

he wants to share his happiness you give to him, he wants to see you happy. at this point you are his world and hes not willing to give that up to anyone. even if it makes him a little uncharacteristicly harsh to the other crew members. he doesnt risk what he doesnt have to, even if curly or anya warm up to you the same way he originally started out. thats not to say it doesn't tug at daisuke and makes him annoyed, he knows its not rational but for jimmy he is justified if he dares to try anything. i feel like he would over look or straight up not notice if swansea treat you very slightly better because lets be honest, hes probably getting that same deal as well. theres so much daisuke wants to do but due to the environment he cant, but him stealing a packet or two of sugar just for you can make up for it.

really at this point, daisuke is at your beck n call whether you want it or not, hes so attached he refuses to let go. hes still his usual self when hes only with you, optimistic and bright eyed. even if swansea is hitting him in the back of the head to make him focus. but during this point everyone is starting to notice daisuke's behavior and the frustration sets in. even if curly tries to redirect him back to speed, daisuke needs you. attempting to praise him just to get him to do his job wont exactly work if you have to speed off to your intended chores. jimmy's comments start to become more sharp as he glares at the both of you while all you can do is look away, really just not wanting this either.

after the crash, he uses his tears to just get something, mostly he wants reassurance to refresh his optimism. especially when he gets drunk on the mouthwash, he cant help it, hes still doing a good job despite it all, right? he tries his best to keep you content in anyway shape or form, even if it means hiding you away from everyone for a little while. afterall, what can he do anymore. so please, just let him make you smile for sometime before the situation breaks back through to reality.

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"daisuke can you please keep on? youre doing a wonderful job we can go on a break soon." you try to charm your way through, swansea was getting more snappy at the both of you. daisuke's let his smile takeover, his eyes crinkling, nodding he continues under whatever swansea needs him to do. the tension in the room was clear, your jaw was tensed up, this had been the 6th day you had to do this. you worked beside anya not swansea, yet daisuke needed you or else youd be hearing complaints from 4 people of the crew out of 5. you werent even paying attention to the way either swansea or daisuke worked on whatever they were working on, yet daisuke called out to you. "alright i think we got it all done for now, swansea said im good to get on break now."

you sighed slightly and let daisuke lead the way, joking and telling you whatever crossed his mind. "i was doing a good job right?" his quiet voice snapped you back to where you were at, stopping just in time so you didnt accidentally knock over daisuke. "uhh,, yeah, it did look like you were, um, working hard! just keep doing what swansea wants you to do."

daisuke looks over to you, watching you carefully with his eyes before he breaks out into a usual smile and carries on with going into the lounge.

[prettyboykatsuki]

oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.

but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver

✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful

✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)

✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!

also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!

✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.

but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.

Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.

There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.

It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.

He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.

Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.

You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.

Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.

Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.

But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.

You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.

Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.

And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.

"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"

"No, you don't have too."

"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"

This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.

"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.

"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.

You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.

He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"

You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.

"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."

"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"

"Like what?"

"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."

"You're scaring me." You joke.

"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."

"You're such a dumbass."

"Do you trust me?"

You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.

He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.

You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.

You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.

He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.

Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.

He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.

"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.

Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.

"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."

Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.

You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."

He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.

You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.

"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"

You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.

You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.

"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."

"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"

He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.

"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"

A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."

He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"

You giggle "Uh-huh."

"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"

It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.

You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.

But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.

"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."

"Want it a little harder?"

"Mhm,"

"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.

He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.

But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.

And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.

"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"

"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."

So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.

"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."

He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.

When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.

"Wanna stay like this for a while?"

You nod.

"Mm. Sleepy."

"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."

"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.

"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."

There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.

"Okay."