#gimme thos man lips

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

I Put A Spell On You.

‘Smoke’wants you back, and he’ll do whatever it takes.

(Part one maybe?)

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You better stop the things you do

I tell you, I ain't lying

I ain't lying…

Word got around that Smoke was back in town. You couldn’t miss him with his snazzy suit’s silhouette characterized by broad shoulders, a high waist, and wide-leg trousers. A quintessential element in a man’s wardrobe. The whispers traveled to many ears, but it was only one pair he was concerned with.

Rosetta Scott.

A dilly he’s obsessed with. His soft-spoken jazz singer. She ended their relationship when Smoke decided to up and leave New Orleans with his ill-tempered identical twin brother, but he promised he’d be back and to write him. After two years, he’s back and ready to stake his claim on his woman.

Smoke hopped out of his Cadillac 16 cylinder wearing round, small sunglasses with wired frames. He removed his 8-panel hat and shut the door behind him. Smoke took a long drag of his blunt while staring straight ahead with a lopsided grin.

The reflection within the circular lenses of his dark frames was one he’d missed for years. A living tapestry of culture, history, and an unmistakable passion for life. This place, with its rhythmic streetcars and the spicy aromas from its kitchens, isn't just alive; it breathes stories at every corner.

Stretching his long legs with a purposeful gait, his expensive gaiters picking up dirt, Smoke pushed open the withering, wooden, hinge doors leading into a lively establishment. The smell of fish fry, sweat, cheap cologne, weed, and sex titillating his nose caused a wide grin to spread across his thick lips. He slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing piercing, brandy-eyes and a primal desire.

There she was. Doing what she loved. He was joyful. Proud.

laidback with rhythmic flexibility.

That husky breathy tone.

Her vocals always had a very raw unedited feel which made her songs feel more real and personal. She also tends to use harmonies and layering which sometimes gives the song a drowning all consuming affect.

The silk of her flowing silver slip seemed to mold into her hourglass frame. The premium fur shawl she wore hung loosely from her glistening shoulders. Her lips the color of ox blood stained the mic in front of her. The swing and blues notes with complex chords blending with her sultry voice had everyone on that floor dirty dancing.

Smoke broke his eyes away reluctantly, taking off his suit jacket, placing it on the back of a chair. He ashed out his blunt and placed it in the front pocket of his crisp, white button down. Smoke made his way towards the bar, unbuttoning his sleeves and his shirt along the way.

“Yes, daddy! Play that saxophone!”

“Sing it Rose!”

“Let’s Jive!”

“Ooooweee! If it ain’t Mr. Smoke Stack himself! Come over here!”

Smoke chuckled deeply before dabbing up his uncle and the owner of the establishment; Buck. His liquor breath and gold teeth were two things you remembered about Big Buck. Or, how he’d like to call it ‘I’m Big Buck and I like to fuck’. And boy did he get his share of pussy. He had eight kids to prove it.

“Look at my nephew! Now hold on…where is your twin?” Buck’s yellowing eyes wandered around in search of him.

“He’s handlin’ business. No time to settle. You know how he get. I had to break away tho’ I got business to ‘tend to.”

Smoke accepted a glass of whiskey and took a long sip. It burned so good down his throat.

“Yeah, uh-huh. We know why’s you here! That gal. You know she’s seeing someone else, right?”

The corner of his upper lip fluttered with disdain at the thought of another man touching his bitch. Smoke wasn’t having it. One look into his eyes, she’d fall into his lap again. Wet puss and all. She wrote him often. Sent him pictures. He’d gotten them all. So, was she doing all that while messing with some squat-ass fool?

“Gimme the low down, Buck.” Smoke insisted impatiently.

“Aight, nephew. Another?”

Smoke raised his glass, “hold the hail. I don’t need no watered down shit. I’m tryna get swacked.”

Buck’s gut laugh filled the cramped space between them.

“You remember Phonzo?”

“Shid, not pussy ass Phonzo? C’mon now gal…”

“Damn straight. He wines and dines her. Buys her shit…”

“She using.” Smoke replied.

He turned his eyes on her again. She looked so damn fine. Mmm. That body was nice. He could smell her perfume on his mustache. That amber scented flesh. Smoke knocked the rest of his drink back and stood from his seat at the bar. She ended another song and received a standing ovation. Smoke pushed his way towards the front but before he could get there, a man reached out to help her down. Her joyous laugh made Smoke’s stomach churn.

“Put me down, baby! I had too much to drink!”

“it’s Smoke Stack!”

All eyes fell towards the handsome gangster. Smoke ignored all except those pretty, doe eyes that locked on him with utter shock. Short and stacked. The finest woman in all of Louisiana. Ain’t no way she’s giving all that to Phonzo. Smoke pressed forward, his penetrating eyes racking over Rosetta’s frame. It was easy to tell the twins apart because one had a noticeable scar on his face and the other didn’t.

“Well I’ll be,” Phonzo secured his arm around Rosetta’s waist tighter, “Smoke. What’s shaking, man?”

Smoke’s lips remained tightly sealed and his eyes never left his Rosey. Tension was thick in the air like the sound of the powerful double bass.

I love my moonshine whiskey

Better than I do my man

I love my moonshine whiskey

Better than I do my man

You got have your beer in your bottle

Give me my cool kind hands…

“Rosey…”

Rosetta parted her deep-red lips to speak.

“Smoke…”

That voice. He’d missed it.

Smoke Stack was seeing red.

“Get yo’ hands off my woman, Phonzo.”

“You think you can just show up? This ain’t your woman anymore, Smoke. You proved that when you left her for the taking. Go on somewhere now…”

Phonzo attempted to walk away with Rosetta in his grasp, but Smoke swiftly grabbed her hand, swinging her over towards him with an expert twirl of her beautiful frame. She collided with his sturdy chest, her eyes staring up at him.

Rosetta was still trying to pick her jaw up from the floor. She couldn’t believe Smoke was back. The familiar warmth of his much larger and more powerful frame sent images swirling through her mind of the times they’ve shared. She hadn’t received a letter from him in almost a year. Every single day she worried herself about him. However, Rosetta had entertained the thought of being with Phonzo. Tonight would have been the night that she would have given Phonzo a taste of what Smoke Stack dicked down. It was an act of desperation.

“Rose! Whatchu doin’ gal? Don’t let this fool back into your life!” Phonzo reached his hand out for her to take, “I won’t leave you like he did. Remember? I promised that trip to Chicago. We can pack up and catch a train!”

“I’ll take her to Chicago, to Trinidad, Paris, wherever my money goes, she goes. You had your fun tryna get what’s mine. I suggest you fade, Phonzo…”

Um, make me another two bit pint

Um, make me another two bit pint

'Cause I've got my habits down

I'm gonna wreck this joint…

“Let’s go,” Smoke had a strong grip on Rosetta’s hand as he placed her in front of him to walk away.

Rosetta finally gathered her thoughts. She halted her footsteps inches away from the bar.

“Hold on, Smoke,” She pointed a red nail at him sternly, “How dare you show up here like this?! I haven’t heard from you in over a year! You can’t just walk up in here and whisk me away like some night in shining armor! Who do you think you are?!”

“Says which? I’ve written you!” Smoke shouted back.

“I ain’t get one letter in a year!”

Smoke kisses his teeth, “That’s some bullshit and you know it. Maybe the letters got mixed up…none of that matters now, baby. I’m back. For good now…”

Buck and another bartender watched the two of them go back and forth with amusement.

“We’ll see how long that lasts!” Rosetta sassed.

A gun clicking had Smoke on high alert. He pushed Rosetta behind him and turned, staring down into the barrel of a pistol. Phonzo was sweating bullets. He had two of his lackeys behind him, posted up like they were ready to do damage. Rosetta clung onto the sticky bar top, peeking around to see what the ruckus was about.

“Time to knock you off that high horse. You and that brother of yours don’t run shit ‘round here no more. Give me back my bitch, and we can get back to jivin’.”

“Excuse me?!” Rosetta argued, “I got your bitch—”

“Rosey, relax, baby. Daddy got this.” Smoke looked from the pistol pointed at his chest, to Phonzo with a sinister smile, “You off the cob or something, Phonzo?”

“You tryna make me look pussy in front of my boys?!”

Smoke tilted his head to size up his ‘boys’.

“They shakin’ in they boots just like you. C‘mon now, Phonzo. We can do this the easy way…you put that steel down, and walk away. I came for my woman and that’s it. Pick yo’ self up and use those bony-ass pegs and leave.”

Laugher erupted around them. Patrons watched on like it was a live performance. Phonzo always hated being the laughingstock. No one took him seriously. People tolerated him because Smoke and his twin skipped town to handle business.

“I ain’t going nowhere!” Phonzo yelled.

He pressed his gun into Smoke’s chest hard.

“Nigga, you ain’t got shit—”

Smoke picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and cracked it over Phonzo’s head. When Phonzo dropped to his knees with shards of glass embedded in his face, Smoke snatched his pistol up and pointed it at the two men that were once standing proud. They both shared a look with each other before bending over to pick Phonzo up.

Smoke placed the pistol in the waistband of his slacks and snatched a handkerchief out of his pocket to clean up the blood that seeped from a gash in the palm of his hand. People were used to violence ‘round here. Too drunk, high, and horny to care about Phonzo bleeding out onto the floor. Buck didn’t blink an eye as he shined a new glass before pouring a gentleman a glass of top shelf whiskey.

“Get ‘em out. Don’t come back, nigga. I’ll use your pistol to put a bullet in yo’ head fuckin’ wit’ me!”

Phonzo—delirious and bloody—was dragged out of the juke joint by his two loyal men. Smoke knew that as soon as Phonzo regained consciousness, he’ll be on the hunt for him. Smoke was ready.

Smoke took a seat at the bar and pulled Rosetta into him. Blunt between his lips, glass of whiskey in front of him, Rosetta gave him a light, watching her daddy with lust.

You know I can't stand it

You're running around

You know better, baby

I can't stand it 'cause you put me down

Oh, no…

“Smoke, Daddy…”

Rosetta took the blunt from between his lips and hit it. He watched her with low, hazy eyes. All he did was walk through those doors. She was at his mercy like he’d never left.

“You’ll really take me to Paris?”

Smoke accepted his blunt, “I’ll take you all over the world, baby…listen, I know I got some makin’ up to do, but don’t you ever do no shit like that again, hear me? I’m a always come back to you…”

“You right about that makin’ up,” Rosetta giggled, “We got all night though. Phonzo was my ride home…”

“Here, go grab my jacket and we can go.”

Smoke tapped Rosetta on her rump and pointed to where he placed his suit jacket. He paid his tab and promised to be back to catch up with his uncle. Rosetta returned and Smoke grabbed her by the hand, ushering her out of the juke joint and into the murky night.

_______________

Smooth leather seats, a pistol on the dash, windows rolled down.

Rosetta and her fur shawl sat elegantly next to a hunk of a gangster. She admired the stain of her lipstick on his cheek when she stole a quick kiss while he opened her door for her.

She missed her Smoke Daddy so damn bad. It hurt to the bone. Smoke could feel her pretty eyes on him and he glanced over to her, giving her a dimpled smirk filled with mischief. They were halfway there to her apartment above a boutique.

“I missed you, Rosey. So much.”

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine…

“Where did you go?”

Smoke took a moment to respond.

“…My brother had business in Texas. Then we picked up some jobs throughout the south. Made enough money to last us a lifetime…Made some bad choices, but I’m richer. Stronger. Ready to sweep you off yo’ feet. I want you to travel the world and sing to audiences bigger than that hole in the wall. Serious, gal.”

Rosetta blinked away tears.

“Don’t do none of that, baby. No crying…”

“I’m just glad ya ain’t dead somewhere in a ditch!”

Rosetta accepted a clean handkerchief from Smoke. She dabbed her eyes to avoid messing up her makeup.

“I made a promise to get back to you and I meant that.”

Rosetta exhales, “I know, daddy…I just…I’ve been so touch starved. I would’ve given Phonzo all of me if you hadn’t shown up…”

Smoke’s nostrils flared and he looked at her with those dark eyes that made her clench her thighs.

“Phonzo don’t know what to do wit’ all that. And you belong to me. All of you. You make that pussy cum while Daddy was away?”

“Yes…but it wasn’t enough. I miss the fuckin’ we used to do…”

Smoke’s Cadillac slowed to a stop in front of the boutique Rosetta’s mother owned. She worked there for extra money, but now that Smoke was back, she didn’t have to work. Smoke opened her door and helped her out. Shutting it, they walked towards the shop and Rosetta opened the door with a single gold key. Smoke observed his surroundings with a sharp eye before following her inside. It was dark, but the moonlight ignited a path for them leading towards a narrow staircase leading up to Rosetta’s apartment that she shared with her mother.

She had some privacy for now since her mother went away to visit family in Baton Rouge for a week. The boutique was closed until she returned. Rosetta opened the door and flicked on a light. It was exactly how Smoke had remembered it. Small and cozy and blessed by a woman that practiced root work. Rosetta walked into their small kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a pitcher of water. She poured a glass for Smoke and herself.

“You can stay for a few days until momma comes back. It don’t matter how grown I am, she don’t like men over…”

“I get it. I’ll have a place to stay. Then you can leave here and be wit’ me.”

“Smoke…”

Smoke finished his glass, sat it on the counter, and pulled Rosetta close. His hands caressed her back and dragged down to cuff her cheeks. Eyes locked on her face, he brought his plump lips to her own, pecking them with soft kisses. Rosetta whimpered and shifted, slightly raising one foot. Smoke hooked his strong arm around her trim waistline. His other hand squeezed the flesh of her plump ass.

“You always know just how to push my buttons, don’t you, Rose? Couldn’t wait for daddy to come back?”Smoke asked with his lips barely touching hers, “That’s alright, though…Im gon’ remind you just who you belong to...”

Suddenly, Smoke delivered a series of sharp smacks to her behind without warning. Rosetta gasped as she felt the sting of each slap. 

“Smoke, I’m sorry…I didn’t fuck him…I swear.” Rose pleaded.

“But you gave ‘em hope. If I hadn’t shown up…”

His wide hand lifted her silk dress over her ass and he went to town whacking each cheek—left, right, left—the pain increasing. Rosetta buried her face into his chest, her lipstick staining his shirt. Smoke palmed her cheeks hard, savoring the heft of that juicy flesh in his rough hands.

“Damn,” Smoke stared over her shoulder and down at her rump, “this big ass…mmm…mmm…mmm…I wanna look at that pussy, baby…I still have that picture of your pussy in my wallet…”

Rosetta set up a camera and took photos of herself nude before sending them off to whatever address Smoke told her to send it to. He’d beat his fat dick every night to all her photos. He stole a pair of her panties as a reminder of her scent. Anything to keep his sanity.

“You do?” Rosetta stared up at Smoke.

“Yeah,” Smoke retrieved his wallet from his pocket. He presented the photo to Rosetta. It had cracks in it from being folded, but her hairy mound, phat clit, and glistening folds stood out against the black and white, “She still nice and bushy?”

Smoke had a thing for hair. He hated whenever Rosetta would do a clean shave. Since he’d been gone, she’d started shaving again. Luckily, there was enough hair there to satisfy his desires.

“Not too much, daddy…”

“Mm,” Smoke flicked his tongue against her lips.

“I want you to do it to me, daddy…”

“Do it all night long, baby?”

“Do it to me, papa…”

Smoke’s dick jumped and stretched to proportions he couldn’t handle.

“I wanna suck on that pussy first…”

Rosetta’s clit twitched at the thought of Smoke slurping on her pussy cat until she was wrung dry. She had a lot for him to drank up. When she first laid eyes on him tonight, the wetness soaked through and created a slippery, sticky mess. Those big lips and that thick dick…

“Let me smell it,” Smoke picked Rosetta up and sat her down on the cramped counter space, “Spread your fuckin’ legs you sexy, bitch…”

Rosetta made quick work of her thighs spreading wide and limber. Smoke could see a big wet spot in the crotch of her cotton panties. He didn’t waste time stroking the outlines of her fat lips that strained against the fabric. Smoke chuckled before slipping her panties to the side. His fingertips graced coarse hair covered in slick and heat. Beyond that was a clit made to be suckled.

“Shit, she still get nice and wet for me,” Smoke admired the shine on his thick fingers before bringing it to his nose to take a whiff, “fuccck,” He pushed his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, “Fresh pussy…taste so good…”

He was down on his knees with his fingers tangled in her panties to keep them out of his way. Rosetta brought one leg up and it opened her lips more for him to eat. The humidity of that kitchen had their brown skin glistening beneath the dim, yellow, lamp lights. Smoke spread her lips and stared into her pussy. Rosetta stroked his slick-back, begging him to put his face in it.

Smoke buried his nose in it first. He rubbed her clit with the tip of his nose before using his lips to encase her clit and suck. He sucked nice and slow to warm her up, but then he created a vortex so tight with his lips Rosetta almost fell from the counter. The sucking came at a rapid pace—precise and intense.

“Uhnnn,” Rosetta gasped and moaned, “Daddy!”

Rosetta stroked her pussy many times to one of her favorite raunchy tunes. Jump Steady Daddy by Lucille Bogan stayed on repeat whenever she rubbed on her clit to the thought of her Smoke Daddy. She missed when he would come to her late at night, sneak in her bed and eat her pussy. She loved it when he would be on his knees, holding her weight up and fucking into her.

Love me, daddy

Love me all the time

Love me, daddy

Love me all the time

And if you love me like I did

You'll be that jump steady man of mine…

“Yes, ooh, daddy, papa,” Rosetta’s thighs shook out of her control, “Ima cum…Ima cum…”

The thin straps of her silk slip dangled from her shoulders and perspiration trickled down her spine. She didn’t have time to prepare before she was creaming down Smoke’s chin. All he did was suck her clit. He came up for air, lips dripping wet and face glistening with cum.

Her nipples poked out through her slip, teasing Smoke’s eyes. He was as hard as stone, unable to bear the feeling anymore. Smoke stood and picked Rosetta up from the counter, carrying her towards her room. The door was ajar, so all he needed to do was nudge it and he was walking inside. He didn’t bother closing the door. Smoke placed Rosetta on her back, climbing on top of her and sticking his tongue in her mouth.

Rosetta smoothed his button down shirt over his shoulders and Smoke pulled his arms through. He had on a white beater that clung to his muscles like plaster. Smoke broke his lips away and trailed kisses down her neck until he was at the tops of her breasts. Rosetta arched up into his chest, soft moans music to his ears.

Smoke used his teeth to yank the rest of her slip down, revealing 34 C breasts with large nipples that reminded him of chocolate-covered gum drops. Rosetta dragged her nails through his hair, messing up the smoothness of it, revealing waves. Her updo had come undone, finger-waved hair falling into her eyes. The salty, sweet taste of her skin caused him to growl.

“Daddy…I wanna taste that dick…”

With a deep exhale, Smoke stood up. Rosetta sat up on her knees with her dress around her waist and went to work undoing his slacks. She pushed down his boxers and his pants in one motion, his dick bobbing out like a pendulum and hitting her on the chin. Rosetta admired how girthy and veiny her daddy’s dick is. She licked up the precum before it was wasted and with her eyes on him, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked.

“Ahhhh…There you go, baby…that’s how you welcome me home…suck this big boy…gobble it up…”

Her soft hair in his grasp, Smoke’s toned hips pumped her throat. He curled his top lip, revealing golds, grunting at the feel of her tight throat.

“Ugh, fuck, baby…the best dick suckin’ bird in N’awlins…”

Rosetta giggled in response. She prided herself in her skills. Sucking dick and riding dick was her specialty. Smoke licked his lips, eyes barely open as he watched her. He tilted his head and started drilling her mouth. Loud gagging noise started, Rosetta’s once pristine makeup now running down her face.

“You’re so beautiful wit’ my dick in your throat, baby…make daddy cum…so I can fuck that pussy…”

His girth increased, Rosetta’s jaws tightening. She grabbed hold of his balls and worked her neck like no other. Smoke chewed on his bottom lip and threw his head back.

“Hmmm….mmmmmm….”

His hips spasmed out of control. Rosetta almost choked on his thick cum. She had to spit his dick out just to swallow what she could. The rest painted her chest.

“Turn that ass over,” Smoke stepped out of his pants and with one hand on his long dick, he pumped it, “On your knees, gal.”

Rosetta brought that ass in the air and arched her back deep. Smoke stood behind her with a big dick swinging. Rosetta hadn’t felt it in two years. She was afraid. Shaking with fear. He had to open her up again.

“Use them big girl words and tell me what you want,” Smoke slapped her cheeks around, “Where you want this dick?”

“Daddy, fuck me!” Rosetta begged.

His dick aligned with her ass and with his big hands he tucked it higher. Smoke grunted and slapped her bouncy cheeks.

“Ouch! Papa…” Rosetta cried, more from surprise.

It hurt so good. With hands as large as his, he managed to cover a wide area of her ass, leaving behind a burning sting that only made her wiggle her ass against him. Smoke rubbed her down before digging his fingers into the flesh, spreading her wide, and thrusting into her.

“Oh, my! Smoke!”

Rosetta’s ass recoiled and bounced off of Smoke’s sturdy hips. He had her by the hair, keeping her back arched. That man was fucking her like he was fresh out of jail. His thick shaft gave her stretch and his length made her feel it in her stomach. The sound of her wet pussy matched the skin-slapping.

“Big dick on you! Fuck!”

Smoke let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. Rosetta looked back at him with her mouth agape and brows knitted together in disbelief. His hair had puffed up and some strands fell over his forehead. He looked wild and sexy. Muscles flexing, golds flashing, eyes unblinking.

“Keep fuckin’ me, papa! Fuck this wet pussy, daddy! Oh my goddddd—”

Rosetta fell forward and buried her face in the sheets.

“Uh-uh,” Smoke brought one leg up, leaned over her, and wrapped a hand around her throat, “You can take this dick. Get that shit you want so bad,” Smoke said.

Every cry or whimper that came out of her mouth, he responded with an evil chuckle or a groan of his own in her ear.

“Grip me up like that…good girl…that’s it baby…”

Rosetta felt hot liquid trickling down her thighs. Tears brimmed her eyes and her body seized up with her release. Smoke withdrew his hips and got down behind her to lick her up. He licked her thighs, then trailed his spit to her folds. He rolled her onto her back and scooted her towards the edge of the bed. Ass hanging off, legs thrown over his shoulders, Smoke put that dick in her pussy and pounded up into her with sharp thrusts that had her toes curling.

“Oh, shit!” Rosetta and her swinging titties couldn’t handle it, “Damnit, Smoke! I’m cumin’ !!!!!”

Scooting her onto the bed, he pile-drived her into the creaky mattress. Folded in half was an understatement. She stared down the valley of his impressive body at his dick.

“Big Daddy!” Rosetta pressed her feet into his chest, “Fuck me good! Take this pussy!”

“This my fuckin’ pussy…”

Smoke slammed into her before dropping down to kiss her soft lips again. His thrusts turned into modulated pumps that caused her to gasp. Each time his dick would enter her, she would gasp with surprise. Smoke nibbled on her pouty bottom lip and stared into her eyes longingly.

You know I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you anyhow

And I don't care

If you don't want me

I'm yours right now…

“Cum for me Smoke Daddy…”

His forehead furrowed and with one more sharp thrust, he erupted deep in her womb.

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[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3

You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3

The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.

Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.

Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.

Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).

Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-

"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.

"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.

"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.

The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.

You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.

The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.

"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.

"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.

"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.

"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."

"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.

You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.

"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."

You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.

Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).

On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.

It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.

You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.

Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.

His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.

If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.

"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.

"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad I’m getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.

This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."

Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.

"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.

What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.

Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.

As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-

"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.

You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, “Nothing… thank you so much for this, it’s delicious!”

then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, “Of course, mama, but I don’t think you’re being completely truthful with me, hm?”

You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well you’ve been caught.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.” He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. “Just say the word, and you’ll get anything you want.”

Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.

“Well… we never did cardio.”

Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point… with those big hands.

You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.

With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. “Aw yes, Daddy,“ you mumbled without thinking.

In fact, you couldn’t think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.

“Mmfuck baby, yea, say that again f’me”, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.

You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.

“Fuck, say it again.” He growled, getting faster now.

“Mmmm, Daddy— Daddy, pleaseeee.”

“Louder, baby, c’mon—“

“UNGH DADDYYYY”

“Oh FUCK… you wanted cardio, baby, I’ll give you cardio… fuckin’ take it… coño.” Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.

“Gonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum f’me, mami?” He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.

“Mmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyes—“ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.

“Ah… carajo…” his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation.

Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.

He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others high’s.

“C’mon…fuck, c’mon, mama, you’re almost there…. Aw f-fuck… almost there…” he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.

“Daddy I’m g’na— I’m cummingimcummingimcumming—“

“Aw, fuck, asi— asi mami— ah, ah…” Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.

You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.

After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, “Fuck… you did so good for me, mama… so good.”

Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.

“You ok, mamita?” He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.

“I say… we do cardio like this every day.”

A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmm😭😭😭

@angel-of-the-moons Ty Ty Ty my luv for planting the seed in my head <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

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Cowboys

Ellie x Reader

Ch. 1, Ch. 2

Summary: things go right then wrong then right then wrong then right

Wc: 6.4 k

For the ao3 girlies

Cw: cowboy! Ellie x fem! reader, drinking, reader gets drunk, Jesse (again), lesbian touching and yearning, kissin', little fight, cleaning wounds (yea again shh), smut!, inexperienced reader (not innocent tho), oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! and e! receiving), switch! reader and Ellie, and as always no use of y/n

Minors DNI (fr)

a/n: This is months in the making. Thank you for your patience, those of you who kept supporting me through all this time even with my lack of activity I'm giving you a virtual forehead kiss. I really hope you enjoy it, I started to really love these characters, I like making them happy. I highly recommend reading the past chapters, but if you want to jump in I won't discourage you!

before you read! DAILY CLICK

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You drunkenly fumble with the buttons of your bodice, biting your lip with intense concentration in an attempt to complete the simple task. Your fine motor skills have reduced to that of a toddler. Thank god tomorrow is Saturday. 

The front door creaks open just as you manage to get to the halfway point. You look up at Ellie as she walks in, she removes her hat and places it gently on the wooden table. She looks down at the floor as she unties the bandanna from her face. When she looks back up you can finally see her sun-kissed cheeks and perfect lips. You missed looking at her. She’s staring right at you with those emerald green eyes, and you stare back, hands frozen on one of the stubborn buttons keeping you from falling into your soft bed. 

You hastily look back down before she can say anything and focus on removing enough clothes so that you can sleep comfortably. You don’t notice her approaching you until you see her boots step into your line of vision. You look up and you suppress a gasp of surprise when you register how close she was. She smells slightly of cigars and pine; it’s intoxicating. Her breathing is a little faster than normal, barely noticeable, but you tend to notice every little thing about her. There’s a nervous look in her eyes, illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the windows.

“Need some help?” Your eyes widen a bit in disbelief, you didn’t think she would touch you again after you made her feel your scar. You thought the feeling of her fingertips drifting up and down your skin would simply be something you dreamed about happening again.

“Just gimme a minute, I can do it.” And you focus on your dress once more. As much as you wanted to feel her warm hands against your skin again, part of you felt like you were forcing her into it. Some tiny piece of you was convinced there was something wrong with you for feeling like this. For wanting her to touch you in ways you had been told your whole life should only ever want from a man. 

Her hands gently grab yours and lower them to your sides. She wordlessly begins to unfasten your bodice. She takes her time, you watch her slender fingers work at the buttons one by one. You could feel the heat of her hands through the thin fabric of your chemise. She moves achingly slow like she was afraid you were made of porcelain. Your breathing grows heavier and heavier matching Ellie's as you watch her careful maneuvers. She was so close that her warm presence became magnetic in the cold desert night. You subconsciously lean towards her little by little getting so close that if either of you flinched your skin would meet with the other’s.  

Finally, she got your dress undone. You both stand perfectly still, knowing once you leave this moment everything will be different. 

Maybe you didn’t have to.

You look up at her, she feels you staring, her eyes meet yours. You slowly move one of your hands to cup her jaw, encouraging her to look directly at you. Her gaze flicks from your lips back up to your eyes. You lean into her, pressing your forehead against hers. Your lips are so dangerously close. She looks almost scared. 

“Y-you don’t wanna do this darling.” she’s practically out of breath, as if she’d just run 10 miles. You could feel her soft lips move against yours. 

“I think I do,” you reply. And with that, your lips meet hers. 

This was it; the feeling you had been searching for your entire life, and it felt so much better than you could have ever imagined. You feel her hands cup your face and her featherlight touch gives you butterflies. She had always been so careful with you. You never knew you were missing that gentleness until you felt the way she would hold you, the way her fingers would glide across your skin with such caution. She never touched you without wanting, without purpose. Until these couple days spent with her, you didn’t know that someone could care for you like that. 

You could swear you felt her everywhere. She deepens the kiss a bit, getting hungrier. She laces one of her hands into your hair while the other presses you impossibly closer to her by the small of your back. Your hands snake into her soft auburn hair, earning a quiet groan from the cowgirl. 

Every breath that she releases you breathe back in, becoming completely immersed in her, feeling her, smelling her, seeing her, hearing her all around you. You wanted to stay like this until you knew nothing else, until you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. 

And then she pulls back, taking all of it away. She presses her forehead to yours.

“We should stop.” She says breathlessly, looking at the wooden floor. 

“Why?” you ask with slight desperation in your voice.

“You don’t even know how to keep going from here or what it means if we do. I know that.” She says with defeat. “I can’t do this to you.” She looks up at you with a barely suppressed grin, “Plus you’re a little drunk.”

“But I want you to,” you almost whine, you want her so badly. She gave you a taste just to rip it away, “I promise I do.” You fiddle with the buttons of her shirt in a desperate attempt to convince her to keep going. “Besides, you don’t get to decide what’s best for me.” 

“Alright, alright” she smiles a little at your stubbornness, “we can talk about this tomorrow, but for now you should get to sleep.” As much as you hate to admit it she was right, you could barely keep your eyes open. 

“Ok,” you whisper. You give her a quick kiss on the cheek before you walk toward your bed. You sit on the edge and watch Ellie take off her shoes, then her belt, then her suspenders. You felt something start to flutter in your stomach as you saw her undress. She didn’t notice you staring until she was done, she looked at you, waiting for you to say something. “You wanna sleep in a bed tonight?” You ask, hoping she would at least do that if she wouldn’t keep kissing you. 

Her eyebrows raise in surprise for a moment, “I’m more than ok sleeping on the fl-”

“Please?” 

She must have seen the desperation in your expression because she barely hesitated before saying, “Move over.”  You do as she says and she sits on the edge of the bed. She takes a moment to just look at you, her eyes moving across your body as she allows herself to see you how she’s always wanted to. “Turn around.” You’re confused but you turn onto your side, facing the wall. Then you feel her lay down behind you. She wraps an arm around your stomach and pulls your body to slot perfectly into hers. You’re sure this was the best thing you’ve ever felt- besides the kissing. You’re not sure if you could go back to how you were living before now that you know what it’s like to be held by someone so strong and so, so softly. Her warmth becomes yours and it just feels so nice. 

** **

You wake up feeling a presence behind you. You almost panic until the memories of last night flood your mind. You weren’t used to the feeling of someone wrapped around you. You’re not sure you would ever get used to that feeling. 

Her chest rises up and down against your back and you can feel her breath on the back of your neck. Very slowly you try to turn around to face her, trying your best not to wake her up. The bed frame was squeaky, but thankfully the only sound you made was the rustling of sheets against your skin as you turned towards a sleeping Ellie. 

The sunlight filters through the window, illuminating her delicate features. You’ve never seen sunlight compliment someone so well. Her long eyelashes rest against her cheeks, and you notice they match her hair, a little red tint exposed by the unfiltered sunshine. You haven’t seen her this relaxed before, it almost felt too vulnerable, too intimate. 

You lightly touch a strand of her soft hair to ensure you’re not dreaming. You tuck it gently behind her ear and she stirs a bit. You freeze, feeling caught. Her eyes slowly blink open, a lazy smile forms on her face. You can’t help smiling back at her. 

“Mornin,” her voice is heavy with sleep and the sound of it makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Good mornin’, how’d you sleep?” 

“Reeallyy good.” she sounds like she’s still half asleep with how her words lazily flow from her lips. Her eyes haven’t left yours.

“Good.” You can’t help the smile that seems to form on your face everytime she looks at you. before you can blink she’s sat up and looking down at you and your lips. “Whatcha doin’?” 

“Can I kiss you again?” You can’t help but blush and let out a nervous giggle, “Please?” You nod and without missing a beat she leans down and presses her lips to yours. So soft and gentle, she takes a deep breath through her nose like she’s relieving a desperate craving. She cups your jaw and furthers the kiss, you sigh and melt into her. You swear you were made for her. 

She moves so she’s straddling your hips. One hand slowly travels down your body, while the other laces into your hair. Her fingertips graze down your neck, over your breasts, down your stomach, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine. 

“Was dreamin about you.” She whispers. Her hand sneaks under your dress, she makes her way up your leg ever so slowly so you can feel the way her skin moves against yours. You sharply inhale through your nose when you feel her fingertips graze the hem of your underwear and she takes it as a sign to tease a little further. 

“Was it a good dream?” You manage to squeak out as she lightly grazes her palm over your clothed center. She continues up your body and lightly grasps your bare waist with her warm hand.  And before you could blink she was back to kissing you hard, like she was starving for it.  

“Mhm realllyy good.” Her voice is still gravelly from sleep. 

She breaks the kiss and just looks at you for a moment. She had this expression on her face you’d never seen before, seemed like a mix of admiration and hesitation. She tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear and sighs before her eyes wander from yours. Her hand retracts from under your nightgown, she pulls it down making sure it’s back in its place. The absence of her hands was so jarring. 

You couldn’t help the “what-” that slipped from your lips at the loss of her intoxicating touch. 

“I have someplace to be.” She smiles gently before kissing your forehead and rolling out of bed. 

“Will you tell me where? Where have you even been disappearing to?” 

“I’m looking for someone.” She says simply as she begins to put her clothes back on. 

“Who?” A bit of frustration comes through in your tone, tired of her mysterious behavior. 

“You- uh- you remember what I said about Joel last night?” She clips on her suspenders.

“Yes, you said he was your friend.” You sit up in bed.

“Well, someone killed ‘em,” She sits down and begins harshly putting on her boots, “and I know if it happened to me he would hunt the person down and make sure they paid for their crimes, so-”

“You want to find his murderer and murder them?” 

“Well, I’ll make her pay for what she did in a way that I see fit, so yes.” Her voice becomes tight with frustration at your questioning. 

“Who do you think is gonna come after you for murdering her, Ellie? This isn’t going to help anything-” 

“How the fuck would you know that?” She looks up from her half-laced-up boots, her voice is laced with venom. 

You’re too stunned at her tone to respond, you’d never heard her like this. She’s so blinded by guilt and anger that no one could stop her; that much you could tell. You just watch as she finishes tying up her shoes and leaves, grabbing her hat on her way out. 

An unwelcome silence falls over your small house for the first time in a while.

** **

Maybe she won’t come back. 

You’ve been going back and forth between reading and staring out the window. Hoping you would see her horse appear somewhere on the desert horizon. 

You decide to distract yourself by making a little batch of tea. Each step takes up your entire brain, you carefully calculate every leaf needed, and every muscle movement, making the task take as long as possible. 

You move out to your front porch with your book and a cup of tea and settle in the rickety rocking chair facing the desert landscape. The sun begins to settle in the sky and as it sinks lower, you get angrier. You put your book down and storm inside, making a beeline to your precious bottle of moonshine. You crack it open and fill the teacup to the brim with the foul liquid.

You settle back down on the porch and sip the bitter drink until the sunlight disappears and the words in your book begin to become a little blurry. You trudge inside and settle at the dining room table, wondering what to do to occupy your time. Maybe you were too drunk to make a fire, but it’s worth a shot. You begin piling wood and twigs in your small fireplace, your movements are clunky but eventually, you get a flame going. You giggle in celebration. 

A knock rudely interrupts your accomplishments. You don’t even care who it is anymore, you’re just annoyed you have to get up from the floor. You groan as you move your body to stand up. You manage to walk to the door and open it up. 

It’s Jesse. The alcohol hits you all at once now that you’re standing and you have to lean against the door to keep yourself upright. 

You blurt out a confused, “Hi,” 

“Hi… I thought you had your “bodyguard” staying with you.” Damn, he remembered.

“Yeah sh- he- he uh left.” Jesse just looks at you, confused by your drunken behavior. “What are you doing here?”

“Is he coming back? I- uh just wanted to check on you after last night, make sure you got home ok.”

“Okay, well thank you but I’m fine… a lil’ drunk that’s all. And I don’t know if he’ll come back. Not the best communicator.” You don’t move to let him in, frankly, you don’t want the company right now. 

“I can’t leave you here drunk and alone in good conscience.” He says with feigned concern. He steps closer to you, closer to the doorway.

“Oh, I’ve lived out here alone for a while now I think I’m ok-”

“At least let me stay until your bodyguard comes back.” He’s officially invading your space with his eagerness, you suppose no isn’t an answer he will accept right now.

“Um, alright then.” You hesitantly turn your body to make room for him in the doorway. He walks right through and makes himself comfortable at your small dining room table. You did not like the space he took up in this house. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“What do you have?”

“I’m afraid I’m limited to moonshine at the moment.” 

“Moonshine is fine.” He nods. “You make it yourself?” The last thing you desired right now was small talk. You prayed Ellie would come back at this point simply to get him to leave. She sleeps on the floor whereas he might force himself into your bed. 

“Yes, it passes the time. And does the job better than any whiskey I’ve had.” You turn around, grab a glass from the small cabinet in your kitchen, and fill it a fourth of the way up. This man was a waste of moonshine. 

“Who taught ya how to make it?” 

“My daddy taught me the recipe before I got married.. before he died.” You almost successfully hide the wavering in your voice at the mention of your father. 

“Oh, sorry for bringin’ it up, sweetheart..” You turn around and see him looking down at his hands in his lap in embarrassment. 

“It’s alright,” you fake a smile, “I don’t mind talking about him.” And you really didn’t, you just did not want to talk to Jesse about him. You set the moonshine in front of him and he takes a swig. His face screws up a bit at the flavor but he smiles at you and invites you to sit down across from him.

** **

Jesse’s told about 10 different boring stories about his travels, getting drunker as you sober up. You poured him a couple of glasses of moonshine hoping he would get tired and leave, but he seems to get more and more settled in his chair as time goes on. His mannerisms get more and more outlandish as the minutes pass. 

In the middle of his sentence, your front door bursts open. Moonlight floods into the small house and a familiar silhouette stands in the doorway. Ellie’s eyes meet yours for a split second before she rushes to stand behind your chair. The cowgirl possessively places her hands on your shoulders. She glances at you and greets you with a gentle “Hello darlin’” before she looks down at Jesse with narrowed eyes, “I think it’s time for you to leave.” She says in her deep “male” voice. It takes every fiber of your being not to smile in relief. 

Jesse’s eyes widen as if he’s been caught. He stands up abruptly  “Yes, sir.” He replies in a meek voice, “Goodnight ma’am.” he tips his hat bidding you farewell. One day you’ll have to ask her what she said to Jesse that made him so terrified of her. 

“Goodnight, Jesse.” You keep your voice sickly sweet until he swiftly makes his exit, closing the door behind him a little too hard. 

You both silently watch him clumsily climb atop his horse and begin to ride away. He can barely hold himself up, but he’ll survive. You look at Ellie as her narrowed eyes observe the man-child riding his horse back to town, barely able to hold himself up. Her face had a few scratches and new bruises. A thin layer of dust coated her whole body. Her shirt has specks of blood covering it and you aren’t sure if it’s hers. 

Your hand reaches for her cheek, your palm meeting with the scratchy fabric of the bandana still on her face. You gently turn her to face you and her whole body relaxes at the sight of you. You take your other hand and reach behind her head, loosening the knot of fabric at the base of her skull. You allow the bandana to fall slowly and you realize how sunken and bloodshot her eyes are, her lip is slightly busted, and a small gash lines her freckled cheek, and yet she’s looking at you like a cold glass of water on a hot summer’s day. 

You cup her cheek and rub your thumb along her soft skin. She leans her head into your palm, surrendering to you.

She whispers a meek, “I’m sorry, darlin’” as she places a gloved hand over yours. She won’t meet your eyes. You can hear her exhaustion through her voice. God knows what she’s been through today. 

All you can do is smile sadly and say, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” You pull your hand away, even though everything in you is protesting against it. You walk over to the small tub you keep by the stove and dip a cloth into the cool water. The feeling of the cold liquid dripping down your arms grounded you. You take a breath as you wring out the excess. Turning around you see Ellie sitting in one of your wooden chairs, hunched over in exhaustion. She takes off her boots and then places her hat and gloves on the table and turns to look at you. You can’t read her expression and you’re not sure you want to. You tentatively walk toward her and pull up a chair across from her. You sit down so close to her that her knee rests between your thighs. You lean forward and begin carefully wiping away the grime from her skin. 

“Feel like you’re always takin’ care of me.” She says softly, slightly wincing when you start cleaning up the gash on her cheek. 

“You’re always givin’ me a reason to take care of you.” You won’t tell her that you didn’t mind being the person she came to to wipe her face clean, the person she trusted to tend to her wounds- big or small. 

“Yeah, but then who takes care of you?” 

“I suppose I just never needed it.” You move the washcloth gently across her forehead.

“Would you ever let me?” Her voice is almost inaudible.

“Let you what?” You pause your movements. 

“Let me take care of you.” She gently lowers your hand from her face, her eyes unrelentingly staring into yours. She forces you to realize how close she is to you, her face is mere inches from yours. 

“But,” She leans even closer to you, her chapped lips brushing yours, causing you to have to catch your breath, “I don’t need it.” Her breath grows heavier, smelling of whiskey and a hint of something sweet.

“I think you do.” You can feel her lips move against yours as she speaks. You linger there for a moment, waiting for her to give in. Her hands thread into your hair, and she pulls you into a desperate kiss. You put your hands on her chest to steady yourself at the impact. Her warm tongue makes its way into your mouth and you let out a little whine at the feeling. The sound seems to motivate her further, she reaches for your bodice and begins fumbling with the buttons, slowly undoing them. You use one hand to unlatch your overskirt as the other remains on Ellie’s chest. As you both stand your clothing practically melts off of you. Ellie encourages your bodice off your shoulders and onto the floor, doing the same with your skirt, leaving you in your thin chemise.

As she inelegantly leads you to the bed you begin undoing her stained button-down. You run your fingers under her suspenders and pull them off her shoulders earning a hungry groan from Ellie. The back of her legs hit the edge of your bed and she sits down. You look down at the disheveled cowgirl and feel something flutter in your stomach at the sight of her. She’s looking up at you like a starved woman, her eyes are dark, her mouth hangs slightly open breathing heavily. You mindlessly bring your thumb to her lips, tracing the plush skin. Her expression grows hungry at your small touch. 

Ellie’s hands grip your waist encouraging you to straddle her lap. You grab her shoulders for stability and kneel on the small bed, settling yourself on her thighs. She gives you a quick peck on the lips before dragging her own gently down the side of your neck.

“You know,” she takes the soft skin into her mouth evoking a gasp from your lips, “I wasn’t gonna ask,” She kisses her way across your collarbone and she’s so gentle until she begins sucking your skin into her mouth, sending a surprisingly pleasurable feeling through your body. She’s ensuring there would be remnants of her left on you- even after this. “But what was he doing here?” 

You snap out of the trance her soft lips inflicted on you at the mention of Jesse. “I-I don’t know,” She won’t stop kissing you, moving the neck of your chemise down to gain more access. Your brain is almost too scrambled to form a response. “He-” She reaches a hand under your nightgown, moving her palm up your thigh slowly. “He said he wanted to check on me.” You take a much-needed breath, trying to get your heart to stop beating out of your chest. 

“Mm,” she murmurs, sounding doubtful. “Sounds like he wanted to catch you alone.” She moves her hand up higher, brushing against your underwear, your hands clutch at the fabric of Ellie’s button down, a futile attempt to ground yourself. 

“Maybe,” you manage to squeak out.

“Looks like I was the one who ended up catching you alone.” She smirks.

“Good,” you breathe out.

Every little thing she does earns a reaction from you. She smirks at you, enjoying your struggle, “You’re pretty sensitive huh darling?” 

“Sounds like more of an observation than a question.” You were like putty in her hands. 

She lets out a short laugh, “You can still talk back though, huh?” She smoothes her hand up your stomach, stopping just under your breasts- she was hesitating. 

But you didn’t want her to stop, you couldn’t take her walking away again. “And?” You place your hand on top of hers and guide it over the plush skin of your breasts. “What are you gonna do about it?” 

“Oh darling,” She moves her fingers gingerly over your nipples, shooting an electric feeling right between your legs. “You have no idea what you're askin’ for.” She grabs both of your thighs and swiftly moves to stand up with you in her grasp. You let out a surprised squeak at her movements. She spins around so your back is to the bed and gently lays you down. The Cowgirl crawls on top of you and slowly drags your chemise upwards. She takes in every newly exposed inch like you were a detailed work of art, taking note of every freckle and birthmark. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You’ve never been this exposed to anyone before. Instinctually you start to move your hands to cover yourself up but she catches them. “Don’t.” She protests with a gentle sternness. She bunches the fabric up on your collarbone, keeping you bare for her. 

She moves impossibly closer, slotting her knee between your legs. She inches it up higher, higher, and then- oh. The pressure was perfect, it relieved the ache between your legs just enough to keep you wanting more. She places gentle teasing kisses between your breasts. You could lay here just savoring the feeling of her lips on your skin for the rest of your life. As if on queue her lips pull away for a moment but then you feel her warm tongue tentatively lick your nipple. She teases around it in circles before taking it into her mouth. 

“Oh god,” You gasp as you lace your fingers into her auburn hair. She lets out a beautiful little whine when you lightly pull. Now you understand why she likes your whines and whimpers. You would do anything to get her to make that noise again, it made your stomach flutter in a way that felt so good. You begin mindlessly moving against her knee as the ache between your legs grows stronger. She moves to your other nipple, teasing it before entrapping the sensitive bud into her mouth. She uses her free hand to pinch and tease the opposite one. Your back arches towards her, your body silently begging for just a little bit more. 

And Ellie obliges. She trails her free hand down your stomach and traces a finger lightly under the hem of your underwear, your stomach jumps at the feeling. Her slender fingers tease you over the thin fabric of your underwear. You quietly moan as she finds the sensitive bundle of nerves desperately craving her attention. She adds just a little more pressure and you tilt your head back as you take a deep breath. All of these new feelings are almost overwhelming- almost. It was the type of overwhelming where you wanted to see how much you could take, see how far the feeling could go. 

You begin to urge Ellie’s shirt off her shoulders exposing her bandaged chest as she continues her pleasurable assault of your nipples. You wanted to be able to see her too. You wanted to memorize the placement of every individual freckle on her body, you wanted to be able to draw her from memory, to know every part of her so well you could know her by touch alone. 

You reach for her belt buckle, blindly attempting to unclasp the metal as she overwhelms your senses. You throw the belt somewhere in the room, the sound of it falling to the floor is drowned out by the mix of your whimpers and Ellie’s labored breathing. You’re about to attempt to unbutton her pants when she halts her movements, “I can’t fucking take this anymore,” she quietly groans to herself.

“What-” You can’t even comprehend her statement-  until she makes her way down your body, dragging her nose down your abdomen, leaving a little kiss above your belly button. She leisurely pulls your underwear down your legs, exposing you completely. Before you can attempt to try and close your legs Ellie settles in between them, wrapping her arms around your thighs like it was second nature. She uses her grip to lift your thighs, forcing you to bend your knees, opening you up further for her. You watch as she litters kisses all over your inner thighs, occasionally marking the silken skin. 

“So perfect for me,” She runs her fingers through your drenched folds, your breath hitching at the foreign feeling. She teases her digits around your entrance before moving back upwards and circling around your sensitive bud. Your hands grasp at the sheets like a lifeline, not knowing how to react to this feeling. It felt so, so good. Almost too much but not enough at the same time. 

“Feel ok, baby?” She asks, seeming a little concerned at your almost panicky breaths. 

“Feels-” she doesn’t stop her movements to allow you to respond, you have to gather your wits to form a sentence. “-feels really, really good.” you say breathily. She seems to enjoy challenging you, she likes watching you stutter as she debilitates you with her expert hands.

“Wanna feel even better?” She challenges with a tinge of mischief in her voice. 

“How?” You barely form the question before Ellie traces her tongue up your slit. Your surprised gasp melts into a moan. Her warm tongue caresses where you crave her most, gradually picking up speed as you get accustomed to the feeling. She proceeds downward circling her tongue around your tight entrance, sliding it in and out of you at a steady pace. You mindlessly moan and buck your hips towards her, needing her deeper. 

You’re sure she can read your mind at this point because she pauses her movements and crawls back on top of you. She kisses you sloppily before encouraging your lips open with her ring and middle finger. “Get them nice and wet for me darlin’.” Your inner walls clench around nothing at her words. You swirl your tongue around her digits until she smoothly removes them from your mouth. 

She sinks back down between your legs and resumes her movements. She circles your dripping entrance with one finger and slides it into you at a painfully slow rate, opening you up for her a millimeter at a time. The pleasurable pressure in your abdomen begins a steady climb upwards. You cry out as Ellie curls her finger to hit the perfect spot. Her tongue and her fingers are turning your brain and body into jelly. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so well for me baby,” she praises. You are completely at her mercy as she sucks your clit into her mouth. Your hand swiftly reaches for her auburn locks, tugging on her hair the way you did before and she whimpers into your cunt, sending vibrations through your lower body.  

Just as you think you are at the height of the pleasure you could ever possibly feel she adds another finger inside of you, sinking her digits deep into your cunt. Pressure builds in your abdomen as she curls her fingers right into that spot that makes stars cloud your vision. The feeling in your stomach grows to an overwhelming peak. 

“You almost there darlin’?” She asks as she continues pumping her fingers in and out of you at a steady pace.

“I-,” She somehow moves her fingers faster, purposefully interrupting you. You knew because she couldn’t even hide her smirk when she did it. “I th-think so,” you mutter, not even really knowing what she means. What you did know is the feeling was getting tighter and tighter and something in you told you that when you finally released it, it would feel like heaven. 

Your moans grow louder as you lose control of your body. Ellie continues pleasuring you as the feeling finally peaks, “Come on baby let go for me,” And you do. Waves of pure ecstasy crash over you, your hips buck against her over and over uncontrollably as the sensation washes over your whole body. Strings of obscenities and Ellie’s name escape from your swollen lips as you ride out the high. 

She doesn’t stop until you're whining from sensitivity, weakly trying to pull her away from your aching center. You stare at the wooden ceiling while trying to catch your breath, processing whatever just happened to your body. You can feel Ellie sit up between your legs before she leans on top of you, placing her hands on either side of you so she doesn’t crush you. 

And of course she’s smiling. 

“You ok?” She asks as she cups your cheek. 

“Mhm, very ok,” you’re almost slurring your words. You nuzzle into her hand, wanting to be closer to her. She gently pinches your chin between her thumb and index finger, urging you slightly upwards so her lips could catch yours. You give in to her like second nature, tasting yourself on her lips. 

Your body is so tired and heavy- but you’re not done yet. 

“You want a turn, cowgirl?” You’re only half teasing. 

“Um, no you don’t have to- I don’t need-” She’s blushing, if you didn’t know better you’d say she was flustered. 

“What if I want to?” 

“Uh, then yes I suppose we could try something.” 

“So shy all of the sudden, baby,” you sit up- slightly startling Ellie, but she follows your movements, “You sure you’re ok with this- we don’t have to do anything I just-”

“No,” she interjects, “no I want you to.” 

“Good,” you smile, cupping her cheek before pulling her in for a kiss. You do as she did earlier and trail down the side of her neck, letting your hand wander downwards to trace mindless shapes along her abdominal muscles. You pick a spot and suck the skin into your mouth, her breath hitches at the feeling. Ellie shifts so she’s straddling your thigh, you feel her softly grinding against it and the feeling gives you butterflies. 

“I’m guessing we’re not getting this off tonight,” you graze your hands over her bound chest, watching it rise up in reaction to your touch. 

“N-no, that would take too long, I need you now,” she grinds against you a bit harder, silently urging you to continue. She nuzzles her face into your neck and whimpers a desperate, “Please,” against you. One day you would get that thing off of her, be able to enjoy her fully, but you wouldn’t make her wait any longer. 

“Just show me what to do, Ellie.” 

She wordlessly responds by unbuttoning her pants and then placing a hand on top of yours, steadily guiding it down her abdomen and underneath the hem of her pants. Your fingers drift past her warm pelvis and slide into her dripping folds. You hold in a gasp at the state of her, she must have been aching for this for so long. “Poor baby,” you mock pout as you look at her, eyes squished shut at the feeling of your fingers finally where she needed them. “You wanted this so bad, didn't you pretty girl?” She can’t even respond, just moves faster against your hand, her whimpers growing louder. You decide to try to give her more, you move your fingers towards her entrance. They slide into her with a surprising ease and she gasps as your digits slide deeper. She continues moving her own fingers in circles around her sensitive bud as you begin to curl your fingers towards yourself as she did to you. 

You watch her thoughtlessly rock back and forth against your fingers, her hair messily framing her flushed face, she looks beautiful. Now she was finally a mess for you, the feeling was addicting. 

You place a hand on her abs, tracing your fingers along the muscles feeling them flex and relax at your touch. She begins moving a bit faster. She whispers a mixture of fuck and your name in a whiny desperate voice that has you dripping down your thighs all over again. 

“Do-don’t stop,” She mewls, her head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, completely lost in pleasure. You feel her walls start to clench around our fingers, she softly moans at every thrust of your digits into her. Suddenly she contracts hard around you, “oh fuck,” she moans. She thrusts hard against your fingers as she reaches her high, you watch her face as she experiences the same ecstasy you just had, you almost came again at the very sight of her. 

You don’t stop until she slows down, practically collapsing onto you. “You are so perfect,” she whispers into your neck. 

You smile, “I know,” you softly comb your fingers through her hair, taming the kinks you created just moments earlier, “so are you.” You lean back, encouraging her to follow. Her head rests on your chest and you run your fingers through her auburn locks until her breathing becomes slow and steady. You count her breaths until your eyes grow too heavy to keep open. 

★・・・・・・★

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I appreciate you all, it's been a rough couple of months lol. Just had some time on my hands because I got my wisdom teeth removed- gross. I'm sorry if this was bad I promise I tried my best to make up for how long this took and what better way to make up for it than some smut ?😈 <3

[dilfl0v3rss]

mouthful

“please…please no more i can’t take it” you whimpered, your hands shielding your aching pussy from the lips of your hungry girlfriend. her dark grey eyes instantly shot up toward your face, giving you a deadly stare as her hands tightened around the fat of your thighs. “move”

a quiver was immediately brought to your lip as you slowly shook your head no. yelena just smiled, sitting back on her knees before moving towards her dresser. your eyes widened, the defiance in your body quickly disappearing as you moved your hands from your center. “n-no! i moved them…..please baby i moved themmm” you whined, sitting up on your elbows as you watched her turn around.

yelena gave you a small smirk, moving her hands back towards your thighs before pushing them towards your chest. “s’what i thought” she mumbled before getting back to work. her tongue traveled from your entrance to your clit, lightly sucking the bud before swirling her pink muscle all over it. “mmm you gonna cum?” she spoke into your pussy, letting the vibrations aid you to your orgasm.

“y-yea!” you screamed, your hands slowly traveling to her hair as your bottom half bucked against her big hands. she pushed her face deeper into you, licking and sucking rougher as she brought you to your fourth release. “mhmm” she hummed as you shook below her, the feeling of your wet orgasm caressing her chin. “one more mama. gimme one more and i’ll le-” the sound of her phone ringing drew your attention away from her, the sound of her annoyed groan already telling you that she was going to answer it, but you didn’t dare say anything.

your eyes followed her hand, watching it move from your thigh to the smaller device in her pocket. “yo” she mumbled, not taking her face from between your thighs as she continued to give you soft licks on your sensitive bud. by the small sound of the voice coming from the phone you could tell it was her best friend. “m’at the store. hot ashit out here by the way, but what you doing right now?” ymir said, the sound of chip bags moving around booming through the speaker into lena’s ear. a smirk crept onto her face, her other hand leaving your thigh to lift a finger to her pink lips. “shhh” she mouthed before outstretching her tongue to your clit, continuing to eat you out quietly.

“m’eating” she mumbled, grey eyes taking in the silent scream you released as your back arched off the bed. “aight well historia wants you and suge to stop by the house tonight f’some ‘family dinner’ she tryna have. i already called con and them. ion know why she tryna do all this but-” as she spoke, yelena put herself on mute before burying her face deep into your pussy, sloppily eating you out as she crept two long fingers towards your entrance. “o-oh my goddd” you moaned, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head as you felt another orgasm creeping down your spine. “lena m’gonna cum! baby please make me cum”

“ima get you there mama don’t worry, jus stay quiet f’me okay? this is important” yelena lied as she quickly unmuted herself so she could speak. “we’ll be there” she mumbled, letting her friend ramble on about her day as she obliviously wondered around the store. “what you eating man, m’hungry as hell and ion know what to get from this damn store” a smirk crept on your girlfriend’s face as she deepened the stroke of her fingers, curling them upwards to draw a sinful moan from your lips. “is that?”

“m’eating pie. we’ll be right back aight?”

a knowing smirk made its way to ymir’s face as well, her feet immediately stopping their movements as she listened deeper into her phone.

“you two are so disgusting i love it. ima hit you later tho m’finna call historia, think m’craving some pie too”

[toga-003]

Urgent request 🗣️🙏:

Can I request toji fushiguro with a reader that can create clones of herself by using her technique.

Pov: toji was away on a mission for about a week, he's missing his darling and is bricked hard, only to come home to his darling making out and grinding against her clone so sluttily

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ warnings: crack, suggestions, Polly sex, sexual content

@itsliaah0e

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ write note: I really enjoyed writing this request, I hope y'all love it and thanks anon for requesting it

Ever since you and toji have been dating he obviously knew about your technique to clone yourself at will, because you did nothing to try to hide it, why would you tho?

toji just came back home after a long two weeks assassination mission away, he was obviously bricked up and exhausted, but the job was done, and his pockets were full currently he called you out though the seemingly quiet empty house "mama, you asleep?" He sighed to himself, he thought you must have just feel asleep waiting for him yet that thought left his mind so fast as soon as he heard some noises coming from his and your shared bedroom oh and he knew what kind of noises they were from experience.

"Oh you wouldn't have dared...."

The pissed man quickly made his way upstairs so fast he almost popped a vein, he quickly barged into the room, expecting every possible scenario except the one accruing right before his eyes...

Two versions of his gorgeous partner making out sluttily on the bed while grinding against each other like two kittens in heat, all naked and sweaty their tits pressed against each other all steamy from the heat of the moment, oh boy and toji couldn't be any hornier.

they were completely unaware of him, or more specifically too caught up in the moment to give a fuck about him being there, he quickly shut the door behind him and slowly walked towards the bed, both you and your clone were moaning in unison as their soft lips slobbered all over each others, toji's cock harden in his pants immediately. "What the fuck are you two little sluts up to?"

You and your clone both turned their attention to him slowly as they broke the sloppy kiss between them as before you both spoke in unison: "we missed you...."

Toji let out a scoff, seeing the hungry look of raw desire you were both looking at him with like he's a piece of meat, no woman have ever looked at him like that, oh and he's loving it "ya' couldn't stay two weeks without getting your pussy wet? Ya' missed me that much"

toji took a deep breath and unzipped his pants, revealing his throbbing monster, he slowly stroked it while walking towards you both. He stopped right in front of you two. "Well, I have something in mind for the both of you, and I'm not going to leave until I've had my fill."

Toji was looking at you two like a feast in front of him, his cute little partner and her clone who he wasn't sure who is which, but he didn't care. grinding against each other like two kittens in heat, all naked and sweaty their tits pressed against each other  toji didn't have to wait any longer, he approached the bed before he grabbed your clone by her hips, hand sliding up her thigh to her wetness, toji stared down at his soaked fingers glistening with her juices "Already wet and pampered huh? Gimme some attention too will ya'?"

He pushed your clones face down to his member gently nudging her to suck him off as she obligated eagerly

You stared at the scene in envy and annoyance at being left out, you got up slowly before pushing toji down the bed on his back, as you climbed on top of him, your wet folds just lingering close to his face before you spoke: "You're gonna eat me out while she sucks you off."

He got that shit eating smirk on his face again "With pleasure, mama.."

Toji's breath hitched as you straddled him, your beautiful, plump ass and glistening cunt hovering inches above his face as your clone continued to take his member deep in her mouth. He eagerly pulled you closer, burying his face between your thighs. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils, and he wasted no time in getting to work, burying his face in your folds, licking and flicking your clit as he went. Your moans mingled with your clone's, creating a symphony of pleasure. Toji's hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you down, burying his face even more within your cunt trying to get closer to your sweet center. His eyes flickered between the sight of your clone's bobbing head and your swaying hips.

He felt like the luckiest man alive.....

[gojo-mochi]

mmm softy for your LOVELY event gimme that vampire! sabo pleaseee🙏🏼 he’s my gentleman 🥹 even tho he bites when I don’t behave BSBEJEJBDBDB—

CW: Fem!Reader wearing a dress, blood sucking (of course), bit of manipulation and dub-con but reader is into it, P/V, sort of voyeurism?, Vampire!Sabo, Part of my Kinktober event!

3.8k words (GOD WHAT HAPPENED HERE)

A/N: I don't know what happened at the end of this.. I blacked out.. Blame sabo.. 

Realizing your cup was empty you went to the bar area in the kitchen to refill, knowing that you won’t survive this party without some sort of vice. You shuffle pass dancing and drunk bodies, reaching the kitchen with minimum damage. You huff out, rolling back your shoulders and stretching a little, happy to finally have some breathing room. There were a few others also in the kitchen, some trying to flirt (unsuccessfully) and others coming and going to refill their drink of choice. 

The usual suspects were there, the plastic tub full of a bright color liquid mixture, various cheap bottles of vodka and tequila laying around, and… wine? Was there someone really drinking wine at this party? Yes there was, and he was in a very historial looking vampire outfit as well. Slightly curly blonde hair underneath a black top hat with goggles around the middle, a long black coat with the inner lining being a dark red color and the iconic high collar, a ruffled white satin poet blouse underneath the coat, and all finished with a dark blue high-waisted pants and high buckled boots to match. 

Not to mention, the obvious fangs poking out from his pretty pale lips that completed this whole outfit. He swirls around some dark red colored liquid in his wine glass as well, his tongue delicately sticking out just a little as he goes to drink his wine. Obviously it's just wine, no one would be insane enough to bring and drink actual blood just for a costume party right? That you want to believe at least, not realizing that you've been openly ogling at this man all this time. 

Only when your eyes came back up to his face did you realize that he was also staring directly at you, his lips tugs back into a charming smile, his gloved hands; ‘Holy shit, he’s wearing black gloves too?! That just added to his hotness factor.’  reaches two fingers out to you, pointing at you once then motioning to himself in a “Come hither” fashion. You crushed the red solo cup in your hand as you felt butterflies fly up from your stomach at this simple gesture. Your body moved automatically soon after, like it was under a spell. 

Stepping right up to the blonde vampire, his hand now cupping your chin so you were forced to stare deeply in his red eyes.. ‘Wait red…? I thought he had dark brown eyes…..?’ Your thoughts slowly start to slip away from you, only to slam back in when you hear a polished and low voice whisper to you. “And who might you be, my delectable little snack?” Your eyes widen and you step back away from the stranger. Your head spins a little, causing your body to sway back right in the arms of the stranger. 

“Easy there, can’t have you passing out on me already. I didn’t even get to do anything fun yet.” He chuckles, his hands smoothing over your shoulders and resting on the small of your back. You felt oddly safe in this position, usually by now you would have grabbed the nearest bottle and tried to smash over the guy’s head. Instead you just wanted to snuggle deeper, inhaling his scent of wine, a bite of leather, and something coppery at the end. You glance up when he brushes some hair away from your face, his eyes seemingly back to normal now… he smiles wide at you, showing off his very pearly white fangs. 

“Well, are you going to tell me your name, pretty one? Or would you rather prefer to be called ‘My little snack’ this whole night, hmm?” His tone was light and airy, with a hint of mischief behind it. Feeling back to normal now yourself, you decide to have a little fun with this stranger. “Isn’t it rude to ask for someone else's name when you haven’t even told me your name first?” You tutted back, feeling bold, poking at his fluffy shirt collar, accidentally feeling up how much muscle he was hiding underneath. 

He laughs quite loudly, wiping away some tears, his smile only getting wider as he apologizes to you. “Ah forgive me, the name’s Sabo.” He gingerly takes your hand in his and plants a kiss on the top of your hand, letting his fangs graze over your skin for a bit. You shudder at the feeling of his fangs almost breaking into your skin, the sensation made your skin burn even though Sabo felt strangely cold. Was it normal for a person's lips to be that freezing cold you wondered. 

Pushing down the thought when Sabo tugs on your wrist as he awaits for your answer, you slip away from him. Twirling around and turning your head back towards him, a playful grin on your own face. “Ah sorry, Sabo. I still think you gotta work a bit more if you wanna know my name~” Sabo’s eyes twinkle, he drowns the remaining drink in his wine glass and sets it away, licking his lips and chuckling at your cute antics. “Oh~? And what do you have in mind for me to do, my little snack?” The way he said snack made you pause for a bit, thinking that he really meant it literally. 

Still you press on, finally finding something fun to do at this party and you didn’t want it to end so fast. You danced around the kitchen counter, back to the crowd of dancing bodies; “Give me a five minute head start, I’ll go hide somewhere in the mansion and you have to come find me. Let's say… thirty-minute timer?” You purr out, not letting him answer before you went and disappeared in the crowd. Your heart beats wildly as you think of places to hide from Sabo.

Weaving through the crowd as you make your way to the stairs, going up to the second floor of the mansion and picking an empty room to hide in. After opening a few doors that were already occupied, some of them even asked you if you wanted to join in the fun. You went to sit on the bed in the empty room you chose, giggling to yourself like a schoolgirl. Kicking your feet out as you await for Sabo, wondering if he would find you in this huge mansion during the time limit. Maybe you would be nice after the time limit was up and give Sabo your name anyway. 

This game was only a fun way to tease him after all, it's not like you didn’t find the man attractive, charming, and curiously alluring in a sense that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him at first look. So you waited, tapping away at your phone and watching the time tick by. What you didn’t know was that Sabo knew where you were this whole time, his eyes never leaving your body as you left him alone in the kitchen. He did wait five minutes, using his powers to track down your scent among all the others in the party. It was quite easy, since your scent was the most delicious thing he ever smelt so far. 

As soon as the five minutes were over he moved silently and swiftly, erasing his presence completely from the other party goers as he followed your scent upstairs. His anger flaring up a bit as that scumbag tried to invite you in, but he held firm, he could deal with that guy later. He didn’t want to ruin this fun game you made for him after all. He watched as you found a room to hide in, softly sighing and smiling at your cuteness. If he had a beating heart he bet it would be beating for you right now. 

Ignoring the other drunk and horny people on the floor, Sabo opened a window and flew out to the air. Making sure his presence was still erased and hidden as he flew around to the window of your room. Floating in the air as he watches you giggle to yourself, oh how precious you were. So innocent and unaware of his true nature, of the trap you put yourself into. So he waits and watches as you play around on your phone, your eyes and body twitching around, looking at the door, awaiting for his arrival. 

His breathing gets faster and faster as time ticks by, he didn’t want to show up too early, but his hunger was growing deeper and deeper by the second as well. The blood he brought to the party tasted like sewer spill as soon as he caught a whiff of your scent on his tongue. Some drool threatened to leak out as he continued on watching you, still he wanted to make a dramatic entrance, waiting til the last minute of the countdown to open the window without a sound. 

Your eyes were glued to the door so you didn't notice Sabo sneaking up behind you, his hands coming to hold your waist and grasp on your throat lightly. Only to come up over your mouth to muffle your startled scream. “Hey! Hey, it’s just me!” He pulls you closer, his grip on you tighter a bit, his voice going at a lower tone, his eyes flicking back to that strange color once more. “Calm down now, shush…shush….good girl.” Your body forcibly relaxes, flopping backwards into Sabo’s arms and chest. His hand now stroking at your head like one would on a pet. 

Soothingly rubbing at your scalp, as the spell on you wears off. Your eyes blinking as your mind pieces itself back together to the present once again. “Sabo..? Sabo..! What the-!” You scramble off of him, clutching a hand over your racing heart. “How the hell did you-?! I mean! I was looking at the door this whole time?!” Awwww~ You looked like a scared little rabbit, it was honestly quite cute. The way you think your little glare would deter him in any way. 

His fangs seem even bigger and sharper than before as he openly laughs at you, his gloved hand coming up to cover some of this laughter as he throws his head back. “Surprised! Did you miss me while I was gone~?” He laughs out once more, closing the distance between you two. “Now that I won the game, I should get my prize right~?” He lifted up your chin with one finger, his dazzling smile made your stomach flip. Your breath hitches in your throat as his scent was heavier and overwhelming you now. 

You gulped down your fear and stared right back at him; “I think you cheated somehow. There’s no way I wouldn’t notice you coming in here!” You cross your arms and huff, your mind is reeling trying to make sense of what just happened, desperately trying to ignore the lingering voice in the back of your mind saying, “Maybe he’s not human..”  Sabo's face drops at your reaction, his fingers grasp on to your throat now, squeezing on it enough to restrict your airway. 

A low growl escapes his throat as a choked gasp leaves yours. “Little snack… I think the games are over now, you shouldn’t test my patience like that.” He leans in over your shoulder, loosening his grip on your throat so you could speak. “Sa-Sabo?” You squeaked out, only for Sabo to shush you, exhaling his cold breath over your pulse point. “I think you deserve a punishment for not following thru on your word.” You didn’t have the chance to question what he meant as he promptly sank his fangs into your neck. 

Blood gushing out in rapid successions, all quickly lapped away by Sabo, his freezing tongue sort of soothes the searing pain that you felt as your blood was being sucked away. Sabo groaned loudly, the timbre of it sending shockwaves down your core, your taste was the sweetest syrup that ever graced his tongue. Your hands dug into his biceps as he kept on draining you, small stifle gasps of pleas fell from your lips but Sabo was too gone to hear them. Your taste was divine and he wanted… no he needed more, only when he heard a soft whimper of his name did he finally let go. 

Retracting his fangs, licking at the small puncture he left, pressing his bloodied lips on your cheek as he smiles cheekily at you. “Ah… maybe that punishment was a bit too much.” He chuckles out, rubbing the back of his head, his other arm coming down to swoop around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, my little snack.” You were still recovering from the sudden blood loss when Sabo lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his own waist as he started to walk to the window. His arm on your back pushing you close to his chest. 

When he stepped one foot on the windowsill, the cold night air hitting your face, only then did you start to scream and thrash around in his arms. “Sabo! I’m sorry for not telling you my name! But that doesn't mean you can just drop me off the second floor like this!” Your arms were nearly choking him out from how hard you were squeezing him. He still laughed at you though, your struggling did little to hinder him, his second foot coming up on the windowsill now. 

You closed your eyes shut and waited for your impending doom and fall, waiting and waiting… and nothing. No fall, no crushing of bones, no cartoonish splat sound, just the silent night air blowing softly on your skin. You peek your eyes open to find Sabo happily smiling at you, looking down you see the party goers mingling about. No idea that two people were flying up above them. “Liking the view?” Sabo muses out, winking at you. 

If you weren't terrified of him dropping you, you would smack him upside the head for that comment. “How are we even up here? Oh my god, I didn’t drink that much did I? Maybe my drink was spiked? Yeah, that’s it, my drink was spiked and I've probably just passed out somewhere and this is all a dream!” You mumble, as Sabo hums and nod along with your reasoning. “Would you count this as a nightmare then~?” One of his hands goes down to slip under your dress, caressing your inner thigh. Finding and thumbing at the wet spot on your panties. 

“Already wet for me? I knew you were the one for me, my little snack~” He goes to lick at your neck wound, lapping at some of the blood that was drying up around it. Your body pushes closer to Sabo, your legs tighten around his waist, his fingers pushing your panties to the side and slipping one inside of you. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion, the contrast between the cold chilly air and your body heating up from Sabo’s actions was almost enough to send you over the edge from just his fingers fucking you. 

The texture of his leather gloves inside you was something new and foreign, his lengthy fingers reaching into places that yours could never. Curling up in a tight bowling ball grip as soon as he finds that one spot that made you arch your back and chest into his. All your fear of being high in the air and the sheer absurdity of the situation being washed away by the amount of pleasure you were feeling right now. 

“Sabooooo..nghhhh…oh fu-fuck..”

Just as you were reaching that peak, Sabo pulled his fingers out, his gloved soaked and glossy with your arousal. You tug on his fluffy ruffled collar with a pout and a whine at the loss of your high and his fingers. “Now~ Now~, Don’t pout, I’m still a little mad at your actions earlier so take this as a lighter punishment, my dear~” He pokes at your lips with one of his fingers, you still pout but open for him nevertheless. The bitter earthy taste of leather with your own slick made you gag a bit, Sabo cooed at that, withdrawing his finger and putting it in his own mouth. 

“Mmm~ I think your blood still tastes sweeter but I don’t mind this taste either.” With a careful hand holding your ass up, he unbuckled his pants and zipper, pulling it down just enough with his boxer to spring out his leaking cock. Tapping it against your inner thigh and smearing some precum on the inside of your dress. Tilting his head a bit down to capture your lips in a silky kiss, just barely brushing over your lips, smooth and almost comforting in a sense. A kiss that would be shared between new lovers just starting a relationship. 

Sabo’s eyes flashes red as he looks down at you, rubbing his nose with yours so cutely that you almost forgot that he was still slapping his cock on your thigh, rubbing the head against his fold in a silent request for entrance. “Well, my dear? Are you going to turn this dream into a wet one? Or should I just let you go now?” You huff out, deciding to give in, whether due to horniess or just because you were too tired to figure out what was going on. “Are you going to drop me from this height if I say no?” You said jokingly, but Sabo could smell the tinge of fear in your voice. 

He swiftly kisses you once more, lingering for a bit longer. “Never! I am nothing but a gentleman!” You pull on his cheek, “Gentleman my ass..” You muttered, still grinding your hips forward, pushing his tip in you just a bit. “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me like a Gentleman too?” Sabo hisses out, feeling your searing warmth on his weirdly cold cock. “Only if you want me to, my dear snack.” He grunts, slowly pushing his length all the way in. “Stop calling m-me a snack and I might let you..” Your breath hitches, as your body tries to adjust to Sabo’s girth and length.

He snaps his hip up, fully pushing all the way inside. Making you choke and gasp like a fish out of water. “Well~ If someone wasn’t a sore loser and told me their name when I won their little game, I wouldn't have to call you that then.” He was struggling not to stutter as your warmth and your tight pussy was making him go wild. Buried still inside you, his cock was twitching to life from all much your pussy was clenching down on him. “Y/N… please say m-my name at least..when you fuck me..” You blubbered out, eventually adjusting to his size and the position you were in. “Y/N… what a sweet name…” Sabo sighs against your lips, fully kissing you this time, slipping his tongue in and exploring your mouth. 

His hands on your ass, making you bounce up and down on his cock, the moonlight in the sky illuminating over both of you. The sounds of squelching and smacking lost in the autumn’s winds and the droning of the party still going on underneath you. It was a bizarre feeling, Sabo’s frigid tongue and cock, being warmed up by your own body. Not to mention, that you were being fucked in the sky as well, above a sea of people who if look up would see you being railed by this supposedly hot blonde vampire guy. 

Who was extremely good at fucking you also, so you didn’t really care that much at the moment. Not well his cock was ramming straight into that sweet spot everytime. Making you see double stars along with the one already in the sky. “Nghhh-fwuaaa-Sa-Sabo!”  You were basically being used as a fucktoy at this point, leaving Sabo to just keep bouncing up and down. Your thighs shaking and useless, the only thing you can do with moan and whimper as he fucks you. 

“Good…So fucking good..y/n.. My darling--hngg-fu-fuck..” 

He stops for a moment, halting his thrusting as he was fully inside you. A hand slipping around to your stomach, pressing on the bulge he made. “You feel this? You feel me inside you, hmm~?” You whined as he pressed down on it, not being able to squirm away from the feeling. “Sabooooo..” You cry out, snaking your hand into his hair and grabbing hold. He giggles a bit, enjoying your gentle cries and how your meager attempt to grind your hips down on him, he brushes a thumb once more over the bulge, enjoying the sight and imprinting it in his mind. 

“Hope you’re ready for this~” He muses out, already pulling his cock out only to slam it back in with a harsh snarl ripping from his throat. Wet smacks echoed within the wind, you tug on tighter to his blonde locks as you feel the coil in your stomach soon snapping. “Hahh-Ahh! Fu-Fuck! Sabo! Sabo! I-I’m gonna-!” He grunts, biting down on the other side of your neck, marking that spot too, sucking in the sweet honeyed crimson liquid flowing out. “Cum for me, hahhhh, cream on my cock, sweet one.” 

You didn’t know if he was using his powers on you again since you instantly came, your thighs shaking and twitching, as you let out a sweet wail. Sabo followed shortly after, releasing his white seed inside of you. In the hazy mist of pleasure, you quietly wonder if you could even get pregnant from a vampire. Flopping your head down on his shoulder with a sigh, your body relaxing itself from all the tension. Sabo pops his fangs away from your neck, double checking to make sure you weren’t going to bleed to death first before he pulls out, patting your panties down too as to keep all his cream inside of you. You shiver and try to grab at his wrist to stop him, but he just pats your cheek in return. “We wouldn't want the people down below to be hit with that, and be caught up here, wouldn't we?” he cooed at you. 

You whined again, having no strength to fight back, ultimately agreeing with him. Nestling your head on the crook on his neck, your limbs giving out on you, relying on Sabo to keep on carrying you at this point. “Good girl~ Now let’s get you home, yeah? To a better mansion…” And with that being the last thing you hear, slowly drifting off to sleep as you get carried away in the dead of night. 

[whateveryouiguess]

let me in.| roommate! eddie munson x reader

warnings: angst to fluff, not that serious tho, reader is sad and eddie tweaks bc he’s in love w her lol. no use of y/n, reader is described as wearing a bonnet to sleep. takes place in modern day :)

a/n: heyyy remember when i started this blog five months ago lmao. anyway. college is hard gimme a break. this wasn’t requested but i think it’s Neat. enjoy!

eddie can’t fuckin cook.

he can work the shit out of a hungry man and boxed macaroni but a genuine, effort-given, home cooked meal? forget about it. this lack of talent hasn’t ever bothered him though, he’s not a particularly picky guy (being dirt poor you learn to just eat what’s in front of you till you get full) so his ineptitude hasn’t created much of a hindrance. until now.

she’s not much into sharing her emotions; she’s always there with open arms when eddie falls apart, but she’s never asked for it in return. instead, she resorts to sulking in her bedroom and waiting till eddie’s left the common area to utilize the space. eddie is a grade a eavesdropper, and he wouldn’t put himself above listening through the wall to check on her when he’s especially worried. he gives her the space she knows he wants, doesn’t pry, but when he stays in the living room all day and doesn’t hear her come out of her room once, not even to eat, he knows it’s time to warp some boundaries.

“soup and self care,” she once described her catch-all sadness remedy. she’s used it on him more times than he can count and he knows for certain that it works like a charm (when accompanied by a tight hug over the shoulders and a warm kiss on the cheek, that is. she never misses.)

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an hour and a half into fucking up a tomato bisque, eddie considers throwing in the towel and just ordering panera, but he worries the sentiment won’t ring true enough if it’s not from scratch. he groans loudly and drops the still warm pot of a soup homage into the sink, wiping the sweat off his brow with the black handkerchief ever tucked into his back pocket. defeated, he slumps against the marble countertop and heaves a big sigh, eyes trained on the closed, sticker decorated door directly across from the kitchen.

it’s just my period.

his poor girl.

i’m being dramatic.

she was so damn strong.

don’t worry about me.

he would give her the world. he had to.

“fuck it.”

ed slides towards her bedroom door, knocking gently. he hears her clear her throat and reinject the pep into her voice as she calls out a strained “yeah?”

“can i come in?”

“i-“ he hears shuffling, her voice gets closer to the door. “what’s up?” the shakiness in her voice makes his palms tingle and his cheeks burn. he’s hurting for her, and she won’t tell him why.

“sweetheart, please let me in. i know you’re not okay and i-i don’t wanna pry, or make you uncomfortable, y’know, i respect your boundaries and all that, but i…” the words leave him as his hand slumps over the brass knob of her door. “i can’t let you sulk anymore, kid.” his throat aches under the weight of the words that leave his lips. he doesn’t realize how heavy they are until he lets them go. “please.” with a quiet sniffle and a slow turn of the knob, eddie’s made privy to the pitch black mess of her room. she’s back in bed as soon as the door is open. tip toeing around her discarded bra and work clothes, a textbook and her open laptop, he crawls into bed beside her, leaving just enough space for her to roll over and cuddle into him. he craves her surrender, but he wants her to do so willingly. his shoulders feel hollow without the acupressure of her arms around him, he wants nothing more than to scoop her up and cradle her like she does him, but he’d rather be a gorgons lunch before pushing her beyond her limits. so, he settles on resting a hand between her shoulder blades and toying with the little curls at the nape of her neck, picking at the fairy knots and brushing them back under her bonnet when he’s done with them.

“i don’t wanna talk.” she huffs, as if he’d said anything to refute her. he just nods silently and rubs her back, smiling she presses herself up against him shyly.

“tomato bisque or french onion?” she coughs a little and sits up, squinting at him. the pale moonlight bleeding from the window and the blue cast of the doordash order screen on his phone lights him up like a freshwater pearl as he smiles at her confusion. “i’m getting panera, do you want tomato or french onion soup with your grilled cheese?” the scrunch in her nose scares him for a second, until she rolls over onto her other side and curls into his chest. the white flag has risen. his arms are quick to find her waist and shoulders holding her tight, tight, tight, to him. a slow, heated kiss to her temple is the nail in the coffin, and he’s sure he can coax her into a face mask or a back rub later on to complete the usual routine.

homemade or not, he was gonna get his girl some soup. he would get her the world.

[xiaosonlybeloved]

~how would they propose to you~

featuring- Childe, Ayato warnings- use of the name 'dearest', fluff , a kiss in Ayato's (giving yall a break before i write the TRUE angst ;P) a/n- yes yes I am writing the zhongli angst but gimme some time for that, ill be posting that uh in march end sometime.

masterlist

CHILDE

-the type to book an entire high-end restaurant -he spares no expense on the atmosphere of the date where he's gonna propose -the dim yellow lighting, tablecloths, candelabras, every possible type of dish you'd love, all your favorite desserts, everything (u can tell i love those kinda dates) -by the time you arrive at the restaurant, Childe is already waiting there for you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. To say he looks gorgeous in his expensive suit is a freaking understatement. -he'd charmingly give you the bouquet, before proposing old style, the way royals did it and all- he'd go down on one knee, take out a small box from his front pocket which contains the most beautiful and elegent ring you could ever hope to receive from anyone -he want to make sure he isnt outshone by anyone else in your life -he wouldn't go into a long speech or smth, but he would clearly express the utter love and adoration he held for you before asking you to marry him, hope and uncertainty evident in his gaze. This man has a way with words I tell you -how the hell could you not accept -after that he's the happiest man alive as you two share your first dinner as an engaged couple

AYATO

-you know how pretty Chinju forest is at night, right? with all the glowing plants and stuff -well his would be a night date. firstly Ayato would make sure that every monster camp that could possibly disturb their date was sent into oblivion -then with Thoma's help, he'd find this cozy little grove of trees covered in those luminescent plants -he'd set it up like a small picnic/resting spot, with blankets and LOTS of cushions and pillows and delish food and whatnot -it would be the perfect spot to just bask in each other's presence -he'd obviously dress up to his best that night, and he'd escort you all the way to his special place to ensure your safety - as the night goes on, the plants around lighting up a light blue and the stars filling the sky and the glowbugs all around, as you both simply relish each other's warmth and presence, he suddenly turns to you -taking each of your hands in his, he stares into your eyes for a few moments before quietly speaking up, expressing how much he loves you, how you're the brightest light in his life and other romantic mushy stuff -it's not too long tho, and in the end he says, "So, my dearest, would you do me the honors of marrying me?" -as he says that, his hands leave yours to open a small ring box that was resting in his pocket till now. There is doubt in his eyes, that perhaps you'll refuse, but also hope that you'll accept -after you get over your shock, you give him a bright smile and ask him how could you possibly not accept his proposal. -with a smile that matches yours' brightness, he slips the ring onto your ring finger before cupping each of your cheeks with his hands and pressing a soft kiss onto your lips.

whew i just keep disappearing dont I? likes comments and reblogs are always appreciated! (not me writing this literally at midnight) Anyways I'm planning to write a Childe x reader enemies to lovers skater smau, what are your opinions? also omg help me im dying bc of my final exams i swear-

[asherloki]

heyy, i saw that ur requests were open, but that was like 2 weeks ago so idk if its still valid, but if they are; i was thinking abt this quote i saw on pinterest:

“you cant love someone unless you love yourself first. bullshit. i have never loved myself, but you, oh god, i loved you so much i forgot what hating myself feels like”

with sherlock who is COMPLETELY smitten with reader and views them as his safe space from insufferable people and unsolvable cases

if u consider this or even write this thank you in advance <3 (thank u anyways tho bc ur work is so good like?? bruh gimme some writing skills IM BEGGING)

anways, bye <3

"My sunshine"

Bbc Sherlock

A/n:- ohho it was lovely ! Even though I'm sorry for the writing quality, I've been busy and lacking creativity, hope you still like it.

"do you like it?" asked the detective while handing me a box packed nicely. He had a real busy day running around the city with Scotland yard officers, especially with lestrade, accompanied by John.

"what is it?" I enquired taking the box from him. I still remember the day we first met. The night was cold and I met his lovely landlady Mrs Hudson. She was friendly enough to invite me over tea at her place and my curiosity led me to meet her famous tenant. Mr Sherlock Holmes. The urge to share the flat with this junkie detective got on me for some reason. Everything about his flat fascinated where anyone would say his flat is unbearable. His cold lifeless flat, as he describes so, was somehow comforting to him. Then with his approval and with my family's permission as well, I moved in to Baker Street as his flatmate. 221b was closer to my office so it was an advantage in convincing my family to let me shift to Baker Street. Since then I've seen two sides of Sherlock. One, the side everyone knows, the analytical cold detective. And two, the side which is revealed to very few people, luckily for me being one of them. Living so close to him taught me he has a soft side. The one that's like a goofy child. The one who sits infront me while I paint just staring at the painting to be done with fascination in his eyes. The one that takes a brush from my set that I'm not using at that moment and starts to draw patterns on a crumbled paper, one of those which contained a case which was still unsolved and bugged him.

"open it, I just hope you like it." replied he, With, what I believe to be a bit nervousness in his voice, yet also a bit of excitement. So I giggled at his childishness and opened the box. To my delight it was a chocolate muffin. A big one, loaded with chocolate chips.

"oh gosh my favourite muffin!" I could barely hold my excitement to me. Turning to him I saw a wide smile spreading accross his lips what was alot like a relief.

"yes, it's yours, I hope it tastes good too" said the man who was perhaps more than ten years older than me, not perhaps, he was alot older than me. But it never felt so, he was still a goofy kid somehow.

"ofcourse it'll be, where's yours?" he must've bought for himself as well I presumed. And a lovely evening with tea and our muffins was on my mind, oh not to forget, the exciting stories he is yet to tell.

"m-mine?" he stuttered, as if him having bought a muffin for himself was out of question.

"yes yours, don't tell me you bought a tasty big muffin for me and not for yourself, how could you resist?" seriously, how could he resist the urge to get his hands on such a precious thing.

"I.." he trailed off, as if he was confused, "didn't think about getting one for me actually".

These are the kind of replies that makes me wanna wrap him in my arms. This man never thought anything good for himself, never got anything good for himself. But I couldn't just have it on my own. The box contained the store name and address, which is far away, perhaps somewhere near his case led him to. So going there and buying another was out of question, but this muffin was big enough, and sharing is always an option.

"you know what?" I spoke, regaining some enthusiasm, "how about some tea?"

"that sounds wonderful" that's it, that's the reply I wanted to hear before going to the kitchen. I took out our cups and Mrs Hudson was always there to bring us a kettle filled with tea.

Sherlock took his chair and sat while I sat on one beside his. I placed our cups while he poured the tea.

"we forgot the biscuits, I'll get them give me minute." he was getting up from his chair when I interrupted.

"no need" looking at him I saw his baffled expressions again. Honestly Sherlock, enough baffling for one day. "sit down, I have something better".

He sat yet he was utterly confused, Even more not less when he saw me taking out the muffin and cutting it into half. Smart detective knew the other half belongs to him, or I want so.

"here, have something better than regular biscuits" saying so with a smile I passed the plate with his part of the muffin closer to him.

"but... that.." he stuttered again, "that was for you" after a pause he finally formed the sentence.

"yes, which means I can do anything I want with it."

He kept on looking at me and with a soft nod took a piece in his spoon. Then slowly he took the piece in. I could see his expression changing again while he munched that piece of muffin, into something that indicated if he were someone else he could've shaded a drop of tear or two.

"hey" I said pating his shoulder and keeping my palm on it, "what happened?"

He raised his face so his eyes were staring into mine, but there was barely any intensity in his eyes at that moment. there was, what I presume is sadness. He finally inhaled a deep breath before speaking up,

"I have..." he paused, he was collecting words I was sure of it, "I've never considered myself as someone who deserves anything good."

His word, about himself, it's devastating he thinks so little about himself.

"what are you talking about?" baffled, I was puzzled way too much to figure out what was going inside him, imagine a man like him is unable to see anything good in him. "Sherlock, please, you literally save hundreds of lives".

"I have also shot one"

"to save john, your best friend".

He looked around as if trying to find more proof against him.

"Sherlock?" I called him softly, as he turned his face to me I got up from my chair and to his utter surprise, embraced him, rather his head, leaning it on my chest. His body turned stiff, apparently he didn't expect a hug.

"you're the best and the most wisest man people have ever seen, and the kindest and the most innocent person I've ever had the opportunity to know".

His stiffness lessened with these words and finally he let himself fall into my arms, fall into my embrace, unknowingly I also leaned on him. My cheek touching his curls. His rather soft curls.

"you're saying this?" he asked with such joy and surprise in his voice.

"yes ofcourse, why not". I waited for a reply, it took him time but finally he said,

"because you've always been the sunshine for me. Since the day you've entered in my life, since I've got to know you. my work was all I knew but for some reason I longed to come home at night to you. I always saw you as someone whom I don't deserve, who's too good for me, too young for me. So I just enjoyed every second we are together, fir one day you may choose someone to love and move out. I tried to do every little thing that could bring you happiness. I was so lost, with you I found my way. But I won't demand anything from you, because I believe someone young, handsome a better person should be with you".

I couldn't believe, but I had to, it was all real, his words, his feelings, him.

"you never said you think of me so highly" I whispered.

"that's why I was broken everytime I saw you with a guy, but I was way more broken when I saw you shedding tears for them leaving you, how could someone like you be someone's second choice when to me you're not just the first or only choice but my whole being knows you're the right choice, a bit too right I was afraid to ever consider myself as your lover, I didn't dare to think of anyone else since I laid my eyes on you, I never chose anyone, no matter how smart, attractive or lovely they were, because now I see, I was supposed to choose you, I got so utterly devoted to you that I don't remember myself anymore. I only know you."

"Sherlock " I whispered his name while slowly letting his head go, I sat in my chair and wondered how beautiful his feelings are that neither his nor my eyes could hold a drop of tear from falling down. "now it's my turn then, I've barely been ever treated this well as you've confessed yourself, I've barely been completely understood. do you think, this immature, little less intelligent, day dreamer flatmate of yours is worthy of you?"

I knew it'd be enough to overwhelm him if he really thought so highly of me and it did. He didn't stop his tears this time, he immediately embraced me and we both cried silently while embracing eachother until his warm voice was heard saying, "then I guess we are actually worthy of eachother ".

I giggled, yes we are. absolutely yes.

"yes, I'll keep you happy ".

"and I'll treat you well."

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[skiiyoomin]

would you consider doing a nikolai lantsov imagine in which the reader is a mercenary and they meet in ketterdam 👀?

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Content: slight enemies to lovers?, TIME SET BEFORE THE WHOLE ALINA THING, swearing, slight violence (mentions of guns) fluff at the end

Summary: When you unexpectedly "steal" a job from Nikolai, currently under the name of Sturmhond, a playful rivalry forms between you two. When your life is suddenly put in danger, that relationship changes for the better.

a/n ABSOLUTELY!! I tried to fit the reader into the whole mercenary thing and i dont really know if its accurate or not, i hope you like it tho!

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ღThe Mercenary | Nikolai Lantsov

Lively chatter could be heard in the distance, the soft glow of the moon illuminating what the street lamps couldn't. Ketterdam was like that, never asleep.

Your feet splashed on a puddle as you walked through the street of the Barrel, sharp eye on the look out for anyone who was bold enough to pick your pocket. Finally, after a few turns, you stepped down a dark alleyway, stopping at a dark wooden door. Without bothering to knock, you slammed the door open, stepping into a small room, the fireplace bringing forth a warmth in sharp contrast to the cold of the city.

The person, a man around his 60s jumped slightly, head snapping towards your direction before relaxing slightly once they saw your figure "Jeez, always trynna gimme a fright ey"

You rolled your eyes, snickering slightly. Taking a seat, you leaned your elbows on your knees as you nodded towards the envelope "So what do you have for me?"

He chuckled, "Always straight to business huh" You cocked your eyebrow upward "Well that's exactly what we're here for are we not?" Chuckling once again, he looked down at the envelope before handing it to you "I don't know what it's about but a lil' birdie told me it pays well"

You snatched the envelope, quickly ripping it open. Your eyes scanned the letter, a small smirk settling on your lips "Well your little birdie wasn't wrong" Abruptly, you stood up, opening the door "Are ya not gonna tell me what it says" "You'll figure it out, don't stress it"

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A soft sigh left your lips as you streched your arms upward, walking out into the fresh crisp air of the early morning. 'Damn that took longer than I expected' You walked back into the busy streets of Ketterdam, weaving between bodies, one should never stay out too long in the streets.

Despite the crowds, you noticed a change in the air, you were being watched, maybe even followed. You picked up your pace, trying to confuse your follower, however luck was not your side when you realized you wound up in a rather empty alleyway with a dead end, great.

Taking a step backwards, your back bumped into something hard, whirling around you came face to face with a young man, a smirk on his face. "What the fuck do you want?" you scowled. He slowly stepped forward, like a predator stalking towards it's prey, as you moved backwards, slamming into the wall. His voice was rough and low as he spoke "You, darling, took something from me" Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion "What are you talking about, I don't even know who you are" He chuckled, amusement written all over his face "Why you took my job of course" You scoffed "Your job? How is it yours when I got to it first huh" However, before he could speak another word, you pushed past him. You looked over your shoulder, smirking at him "If you want something you gotta move fast before someone else takes it, that's how you survive around here" Just like that, you moved back into the crowd, disappearing as if you were the air itself. The man stood amazed as he watched your figure disappear, a light laugh leaving his lips "How interesting"

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For the next few weeks, you found yourself in the same situation with Sturmhond, whose name you learned a few days after that one day. He'd take jobs from you. You'd take jobs from him. Being as competitive as you both were, you'd provoke each other, trying to rile the other up. Nonetheless, there was a silent agreement that there was truly no bad blood between you two. Eventually you found yourself enjoying the teasing remarks and reveling in your little squabbles, feeling your heat flutter every time you were around him.

The next job you took, as simple as it was, only seemed to go downhill. You were currently racing down Fifth Harbour as a group of armed men chased you down, their faces fuming with rage. Suddenly you felt a hand grab your arm, forcefully pulling you to the side and into the persons chest, their other hand covering over your hand mouth before you could let a single noise out. A familiar smooth voice whispered into your ear "Sssh, don't make any noise unless you want to give yourself away"

After a few moments you moved away, facing towards him "You knew this was going to happen" It wasn't a question but rather a statement. He simply shrugged as if he hadn't just saved your life "What can I say, i'm simply that amazing" You scoffed, rolling your eyes "Unbelievable" "Hey you could at least say thank you, I did save your life just now" Once again you rolled your eyes, a small smile settling on your lips "Thank you" He courtesied dramatically "The pleasure is all mine, my lady" You threw your head back in laughter, copying his dramatic movements.

Before you could speak another word, you heard a shot ring out, bullet hitting the wall nearest to you. Your eyes landed on the same group you were running from, and they were looking straight back at you.

Sturmhond had faster reflexes and quickly grabbed your wrist, dashing once again down the harbour, practically dragging you with him. He suddenly swerved to the left, heading towards a ramp leading to a big ship. The occupants looked up at you, startled by the sudden intrusion, but they seemed to relax when they spotted Sturmhond. He led you towards the end of the ship, sitting you down on a box "Stay here, I'll make sure they aren't following"

Suddenly it dawned on you, this was his ship. He had told you many stories about his insane adventures on the same ship you were on right now, making you wonder what it was truly like to venture the sea into unknown lands.

The sound of his voice snapped you out of your thoughts "They're gone"

You leaned back into the wall, releasing a sigh of relief "You truly are a life saver" You smile, a teasing tone in your voice. "Only for you darling" You snickered in return, "You're so cheesy" Though the blush on your cheeks was obvious, he decided to save you the embarrassment, for now at least.

You let your eyes wander over the deck, taking in the vast variety of people doing their own thing "You weren't wrong when you said you had a nice ship" You mused.

"Well I do take great pride in it for a reason don't I?" He cocked his eyebrow upward, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

A wishful sigh left your lips, standing up you leaned on the railing, looking out at the sea "It must be nice, getting to explore the unknown sea, visiting all sorts of places"

There was a pause, almost as if an unspoken question was asked. His voice was soft and doubtful, as if he was unsure if he'd scare you away with his words "You...could always join me, we have plenty of space here"

You turned to him, a sparkle in your eye "Really? You mean it?"

He took your hands in his "I do, I could teach you everything, I'm sure you'd fit right in"

He abruptly stopped his words, moving his hand to your cheek, grazing his thumb against your soft skin "I'd miss you too much, it wouldn't be the same without you"

You smiled softly "I'd miss you too...Thank you, Sturmhond"

His gaze flickered to your lips, lingering a second too long "Nikolai"

"What?"

"Call me Nikolai"

His soft lips pressed against yours, pulling you impossibly close, your previous shock slipped from your mind as you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

If you had known, you would've stolen jobs from him much sooner.

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

Origins

Title: Orgins Word Count: 2,033 Warnings: Some cursing and mentions of violence! Nothing graphic but be safe! (Also maybe some OOCness, I tried tho!) Ship: Mainly this is a Spider-Siblings fic (my new tag for when I'm with the group) but some allusions to 'A Different Web to Weave' (Miguel x myself) Summary: Rebecca finally sits down to explain her origin story over lunch.

"Wait, so you never did tell us," Miles spoke as he and his friends bobbed and weaved through the crowded hallways of the Hub towards the cafeteria.

The one leading the group was the smallest out of all of them. Her vibrant amethyst hair bounced with each step she took. Out of the group and all of the passersby, the girl stood out like a sore thumb, her only attire being a black satin sundress. But the smile on her face, as she turned her heel and stumbled to face Miles, spoke volumes in her view.

"I never told you, guys, what exactly? How I got Mr. Scary to crack a smile?"

Her tone was coy but the way her smile spread across her face revealed that she had an idea to what they may have meant. The teens rolled their eyes but Rebecca could hear their low chortles and silent breath of laughter.

"Yeah! I mean, no, tell me that another time." Miles pleaded as she stepped forward to fall in line with her own forward-facing steps again. "You never told us how you began to don your mask!"

"You mean the mask I basically never wear?" Rebecca laughed as her hand glided across the table that they so often sat at.

"I still don't understand how that works..." Pavitr murmured thoughtfully as he slid into his seat.

Rebecca only shrugged as she plopped down into her usual spot to claim it. "My dimension's logic? Either that or magical girl logic! But gimme a sec."

Rebecca then got up and took a mental note of everyone's orders before she skipped off to get it. After a lunch line wait and a wobbly trip back, Rebecca slid everything to everyone before dropping her body back onto her stool. Her friends were quite familiar with the sickening sweet shakes she loved but were curious to see her with actual food in her tray.

"Empanadas? Tryna piss off the 'big boss'?" Hobie asked with a quirked brow.

Rebecca smiled as she went to wrap the napkins she brought over the scalding breaded pastries. "As disappointed as you may be, I got these for him. The guy hasn't eaten and that's not good for anyone, trust me!"

"You're too sweet to him. Why bother?"

"Eh, someone needs to keep peace in the Spider-Verse. I'm just doing my part! Besides, I think he may actually tolerate me now!" Rebecca said with her smile causing her eyes to crinkle.

The others in the friend group and a few nosy eavesdroppers stared at her in disbelief. On one hand, they all knew how turbulent the pair was when Rebecca had first gotten involved with Spider Society. But on the other, in more recent times, they had seen her perform what they could only describe as miracles in regard to their ruthless leader. Some of them even thought that the recluse would have her head if he heard her speak as though they were mere acquaintances.

But before anyone could dwell on the subject, Rebecca threw down some light novels. No one could call them comics but they weren't traditional manga either. All of them had Rebecca in a new cute outfit and a different pose per issue. "Okay this is not the last time, but as odd as it'll sound, it's all for real! Here we go!"

My name is Rebecca Grace Rozenaria! I'm a twenty-one-year-old part-time student, part-time retail worker, and the sister of Earth-9612's Spider-Man.

"Take that as you will," Rebecca wistfully mused as her fingers lingered on the panel where a man in typical red and blue colors swung through the city.

"Wait... you're the sister of Spider-Man?" Gwen asked as she brought her drink to her lips.

Rebecca nodded as she drew her hand away. "Yup, Zachary Parker's his name."

"But then what's with the different last name?" Miles questioned, leaning across the table to examine the art.

"Half-siblings, same mom but different dads. Something he'd remind me of so much when we were younger... Anyways! You've all heard of being bitten by a radioactive spider, right? That's what happened to you all and my brother."

I have a different take though! When I was nineteen, my two friends and I were messing around in an abandoned building a few towns from my own. My one friend, Ren, had been hearing about some odd events after an old sword went missing and felt drawn to check it out. My other friend and I went with because one) I'm always down for an adventure. Two) A lot of Security Bots from Alchemax have been going rogue and it's best not to be alone when that happens.

"Wait, what year are you in?!" Gwen questioned now, the way her piercing glimmered in the light brought Rebecca out of her thoughts.

"2023, my dear. But the difference I think is that Alchemax isn't just a chemical lab in my universe. It's a household name that seems to mask a privately owned military-based company, at least that's what I've been able to dig up." Rebecca spoke of this as she sipped her cotton candy shake, acting as if this was just some weekly high school drama she heard in the showers.

"How'd you manage that?"

"I've got contacts! It pays to be sweet and harmless. ...Maybe that's why each branch wanted to recruit me after high school. That or they're more desperate than an ex-partner." Rebecca smiled with another sip.

Once again, the others could only eat the food as they hung to her every word.

Anyway, my friend Ren had discovered an old rite or something that may calm down the area's weirdness so as college kids do, we tried it. Nothing happened at first, and honestly, we were going to write it off as a night of fun. But then the wall fell away revealing a blinding gold light. I honestly thought that we had reached the heavens!

Rebecca then flipped a few pages until she found the centerpiece. The picture displayed the glowing hole in the 4 story building and the silhouette of a towering male drider. Her pale fingers tapped the silhouette's head repeatedly as she leaned in.

That's what I thought anyway, but I'm pretty sure angels of ANY type aren't LITERAL spider people. Angels also don't go hunting as far as I know. Regardless, this towering being growled that killing us at that moment would be boring. So he demanded that one of us become worthy prey. Both of my friends have such promising futures, so I stepped forward. This being and I made a pact. He'd give me some power to harness as I saw fit, but at the end of the day, I am his hunt.

Rebecca laid her left wrist across the pile and turned it to reveal faint puncture marks in her veins. The others all leaned in trying to wrap their heads around the story. Their thoughts rushed to explain this as a normal bite from some uncommon animal, but then they remembered where they sat.

Unbelievable, I know. To this day, even after more run-ins with him and everything I've seen and done, I wouldn't buy it if I wasn't there. My own brother didn't and... that got him killed.

Rebecca's eyes fell to her lap as her voice faded and her lips tightened. After a few shakey breaths, she flipped her hand over to turn through the pages.

Remember how I said some security bots often went rogue? Well, at a party, another 'virus' broke lose in them and they were desperate to gain vengence on their captors. The only problem is that they tend to view any bio-organism as such. So they were on a rampage and I went in to save who I could, so did my brother. We were doing fine on our own, until he saw me. He demanded I run, that I shouldn't be here, that I was of no use here, but there were still so many. I tried to listen but I saw one coming at him and I out-maneuvered it. I told him this wasn't the time to argue but he seemed pissed! He started going off that I couldn't 'outdo' him and I 'always had to be better than him.' I tried to reason with him saying he could lash out later once we were safe but he didn't get that chance.

Once again, Rebecca flipped the page and revealed the gruesome scene from her memories.

While he was raving and fighting, he got even more pissed whenever I tried to help him. So as I turned to go help evacuate people, a machine plunged it's arm... Right. Through. His. Chest...

Once again Rebecca tightened her lips. But now, her chest shuddered as she took a deep breath. She took a moment to blink back tears while the others reached out to comfort her. Despite this, she only offered a sad smile of reply as she rubbed the back of her hands against her wet eyes.

I-I'll spare you the details as I still have nightmares and don't need you lovelies getting them... But the machines had gotten what they wanted. I wasn't strong enough o-or fast enough to save him... Maybe me being there or me listening IS what got him killed...

The others wanted to speak up, to retort with the soothing words that she often shared with them. But all that cut through the air was a sorrowful silence.

Maybe this was all just meant to happen... I don't know... But as much of an ass as he was, he still was my brother... So after that and weaving the story that he died protecting his helpless, handicapped sister to my family... I donned the figuritve mask, wanting to leave his legacy intact. But you know when people see spider powers, they think we're all cut from the same cloth. So I became commonly known as Spider-Girl. And now I fight for the truly helpless as a hero and civilain so that I can help those from living the same fate I have...

Another silence hung in the air, creeping down like an arachnid would on their silken string.

"That's quite the story there..." Miles finally breathed.

"It's so similar, but still..." Gwen continued, her blue eyes flickering from the splayed pages to the lilac lady before her.

Hobie bit the inside of his lip while Pavitr slowly rubbed Rebecca's back unsure of what to say.

Rebecca sighed before granting them another smile. "Sorry to end that on a somber note! I'm still working on making it less depressing! Any tips?"

The group only shook their heads.

"I'll work on it then, and leave my friend Ace to tell you about the time-loop arc." Rebecca said with a breath of laughter.

"Time-loop arc?!" The group wondered in near unison

"That's how Miguel found out my existence and let me tell you he was not happy, speaking of which--" Rebecca glanced down at the doughy treat before her and patting it gently, "These are now perfect eating temperature so Mr. O'Hangry won't burn himself! So let me deliever 'em!"

Miles stood up, making his way to block the smaller woman from leaving. "Vaguely mentioning Spider-Demons I get... kinda, but time-loops! You can't just mention that and wander off like it's nothing!"

Rebecca used the slight flail of his arms to stumble past him. "Yes, I can~! If you want to know so badly, ask Miguel! But before I go, I wanna remind you all that you never have be alone, alright? If you need me, I'm here!"

"But for now," Rebecca called as she stumbled back from them, "see ya~!"

With that, the lilac lady went skipping off to the parts of Spider Society that few dared to willingly go. As the rest of the group scanned over Rebecca's light novels and ate, Gwen mused to herself.

"Just your friendly, neighborhood, antithesis. Am I right?"

It was only as the group continued to eat and look at the books did they realize Rebecca hadn't taken their lunch money and sneakily treated them. They'd get their answers and their payback next time...

Taglist: @floweringforgetfulness @goldenworldsabound @maskedanarchy-ships @disneymarina @canongf @hadesgoddess @nyandereneko @singingdeepinme @violetsandmilk @cydanite

[nogenderbee]

For the event, could I request Fluff with Lucifer using the song XS by Rina Sawayama?

I hope I did this right.

Don't worry, you did it right! And thank you so much for requesting, I actually had a lot of fun with this one! ^^ so I hope you enjoy this as well <3

Also my first time writing songfic so I really just hope it's not bad!!

Lucifer - XS

Song:

Gimme just a little bit (more), little bit of (excess)

Lucifer always was busy with his work, no wonder you were a little touch starved and needed some attention from him. Bby I can treat you better than this man When he finally had a bit of time, you immidietly asked him or gave him obvious signs that he was neglecting you. But of course he just had to say he can't...

"I'm afraid I have to say no... unfortunately for us both, I heard that Mammon is causing problems in th city again and of course I have to take care of it..."

I don't wanna hear "No, no" Only want a "Yes, yes"

And even tho he was so busy, he was about to ignore your needs for his affections again just because his brother probably stole something... can't any other or his brothers take care of it?! Surely Beel will agree to do it for a snack... or Levi for some special edition Ruri chan figure...

You were really determinated to get that attention you craved for so you didn't let him go so easily! You caught his arm and refused to let go, you knew he won't force you to let go since he doesn't want to hurt you so it was instant win for you. And on top of that, it worked!

"YN, don't look at me lik that... I get it, I've been too busy with work lately, I'll make it up to you, come over here."

He said that before sitting back on his chair, leaving his lap free just for you, and he didn't need to repeat it twice befor you immidietly ended on his lap.

Flex, when all that's left is immaterial And the price we paid is unbelievable

You really just enjoyed his attention that he finally gave you. On the other side, Lucifer knew how much you liked it, it was written all over your face which made his heart melt and his ego pride definitely raised.

And yet, even after he saw how happy you qr, he couldn't help but worry if he's brother won't cause even more trouble... but right now, his lover is more important. He doesn't want them to think he doesn't love or dare about their relationship anymore after all!

And I'm taking in as much as I can hold Well, here are things you'll never know

Despite his worries, he enjoyed it as much if not more than you. After all, he was pretty stressed over these days, here he had to take care of his brothers, here he had work and there was meeting at RAD or with Diavolo. It was nice to finally keep his lover in his arms and relax while forgetting about all the troubles.

Slowly, love started being in the air. You were simply tangled in each other's arms as soft kisses started to be placed on forehead, cheeks, lips, even at neck! They weren't harsh, they were lovely and gentle kisses that you two simply couldn't get enough of.

"I'm glad you convinced me to do it... I really needed break from all these troubles... Mammon can wait, if anything, he'll receive worse punishment. So don't worry, love, we can keep enjoying this moment~"

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[dilfl0v3rss]

Please do bratty Connie x Ony I will give you my heart and lung PLS 😭and 500k

gimme the 500k😛

“pa put it down” ony grumbled his voice low and demanding as he stared daggers into the man in front of him. connie just sighed, tightening his grip on the sneaker as he gave his boyfriend angry eyes. “s’not fair tho. you jus bought sneakers the other day so why can’t i get a pair? actin like you can’t afford em or sum” connie mumbled his last sentence as he turned around to find an employee. this has been going on all day. since connie was able to pass all his finals, ony promised to spoil him a little bit, but that quickly blew up in his face when he seen the pointless shit his boyfriend had him buying.

from jeans that he knew connie would only wear once all the way to some cartier glasses that the boy absolutely did not need, ony was doing something he hated, wasting money. he decided to cut the shopping spree short, purposely bringing up food so connie could agree to leave. as ony walked him out of the mall so they could go eat, connie’s spoiled ass couldn’t help but wonder into a sneaker store, his light brown hands holding about four different pairs of sneakers as he went up to an employee for his size. as they left to go find his desired size, connie had the audacity to get up and look for another shoe to add to the list as if he didn’t just pick up four other ones. being the reasonable boyfriend he was, ony told him to put it back but of course he didn’t listen. connie went to another employee and asked her to go look for that shoe as well.

“c’mere papa” he mumbled, an angry look slowly making its way to his face as connie rolled his eyes before walking towards him. “what” his attitude only made ony more upset as he spoke lowly in his ear. “you actin like a brat right now and ion like that, pick one pair of shoes and after that we leaving” connie sucked his teeth at his words, quickly moving back from him before giving ony an annoyed look. “how you gon promise to take me out and get me whatever i want then gon tell me what i can and can’t have? that’s mad weird and now you pissing me off. ion even want the shoes no more and ian hungry either. jus take me home”

ony had been letting him slide for awhile now, knowing how stressed connie was while studying for his finals, but since connie has been getting a little too comfortable talking to him any type of way ony felt today was a good day to handle that. “aight” was all he said before walking towards the exit, not even waiting for connie to be at his side as he made his way towards the parking lot. connie rolled his eyes, mumbling something to himself as he followed behind him.

it was in less than thirty minutes before ony had him on the side of the road, both hands spread on the window of his black benz as he relentlessly pounded into connie from behind. “today was posed t’be a good day papa, you just had t’ruin it wit that nasty ass attitude” he groaned, his dark brown hand landing hard slaps to the hot, red skin of connie’s ass. his whimpers and moans were soaking into the fabric of his shirt between his teeth as tears slid down his cheeks. “m’srryyyy” he whined, his slurred speech only making ony harder as he tightened the grip his other hand had on the back of connie’s neck.

“fuck i know baby, daddy still loves you” ony’s deep voice went straight to connie’s dick as he began to fuck himself back into ony to reach his release. ony notices this, quickly moving his hand from his ass to his waist to stop the desperate movements. “unt uhh you gon take what i give you. i love you, but you still gotta learn” with that he thrusted into him fully, enjoying the sound of his yelps as connie opened his mouth completely. the wet fabric of his shirt fell from his pink lips as he felt ony’s dick reach his g spot. “f-fuckk da pleaseee”

a smirk planted on ony’s lips, his hips never faltering as he reached around connie’s body to slowly stroke him with his hand. “please what pa, talk t’me” connie’s body jerked at the feeling, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he stepped closer and closer to his end. “p-please can i cum. m’not gon be able t’hold it da” he whined, his hands beginning to slip from the window. ony quickly grabbed both of connie’s hands, holding them in his grip as he pinned them back to the glass. “say you sorry first. you know ion play wit you like that” it was almost instant when connie started spilling apologies and “i love yous” all throughout the atmosphere of the car. “m’sorry da i really really am…..love you so much….so so much fuckk m’gonna cum”

ony smirked at his desperation, giving connie’s dick a tight squeeze before stroking him at a quicker pace. ony felt his release as well, slamming his hips into him harder as he spoke lowly in his boyfriends ear. “aight pa go head i forgive you” he groaned, leaving no room for a reply as the both of them let their orgasms rush through them. connie’s eyes lost focus as his body grew weak, his wet ropes of cum shooting onto the black leather seats of the car. ony came soon after, his thick ropes filling connie’s entrance to the brim as he stayed fully buried in him to catch his breath. as the sight of his weakened state, ony knew connie was seconds away from falling asleep, giving him light taps on the face to wake him back up. “stay wit me pa, i gotta clean you up”

ony made sure to get connie dressed, helping him back into the passenger seat before cleaning up the evidence of their actions from the back. as he sat down in the drivers seat, readying his keys to start the car he took a quick glance at his exhausted boyfriend. “here baby” he mumbled, holding out his phone for connie to take. as his light brown eyes looked at the screen he noticed a sneaker app with the search bar out for him to type something. “you furreal?” connie said, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he looked at his boyfriend for approval.

a chuckle flew through ony’s brown lips, his inked hand gravitating towards the nape of connie’s neck as he spoke. “only the five you picked up at the store. if you get extra shit ima know and ima handle you aight?” connie nodded his head, not paying any more attention to his boyfriend as he went to search up the first pair he picked up. ony shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he started the car and headed in the direction of the chinese restaurant connie liked.

“spoiled ass”

[hecateisalesbian]

UNO REVERSE. GIMME ALL 50 OF 'EM.

For the wild card... what was your least favorite question out of all of these to answer?

 Do you have freckles?  i think? Yeah? Only like a few tho

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?  hohoooo your gonna regret asking me this question >:3 For Tea I have a very specific tea brand I always buy and it’s the Arizona Green Tea Diet and then yknow occasional Peace Tea and on some occasions tea leaves. For Coffee when it’s at Starbucks I get one Grande size Vanilla Iced (Gay) Latte with 2 Splendas and almond milk! At home though I just brew up some coffee and put creamer and vanilla unsweetened almond milk with a 1:3 ratioish and a spoonful of Splenda.

What was the last song you listened to?  The entire Nimona album lol

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?  Back or Side because I rotate but never directly on the stomach

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?  Yes. The amount changes tho. But rn I have a stuffed animal called Rat Cat and then my dog 🐶

Do you prefer drawing or writing?  they equally suck

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?  i always always always have to sleep with a very specific blanket for my anxiety and that’s really all I need

What’s your favorite band/artist?  errrrr Lovejoy or Lemon Demon or Mother Mother?

When is your birthday? Not sharing that but my fake one is March 7th

How tall are you? Like 5’2”

What color are your eyes? Very dark brown (boring Ik)

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? My Irl friends and my sister

Fears? Bugs, Spiders, T h e D a r k

What’s your favorite color? Purple obvs 💜

What’s your favorite season? Fall, because depending on where you are it’s so wonderful and the weather is perfect and everything is so pretty and also it’s SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

Want any tattoos? What of? Many. Idk how many but my basics are a sibling tattoo with my sister, a matching tattoo with my mom that I’ve already designed, a star, sun, and moon tattoo with my sister and my mom, a snake or two somewhere, some flowers maybe, a semicolon, etc

Want any piercings? Where? YES. Lots of places! I want to deck out my ears, probably get some nose piercings, lip piercings, eyebrow piercings, and then idk from there

Who is the last person you texted? My friend

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? I used to but not anymore

What/who do you miss? My sister

How was your day today? Well I woke up like 2 minutes ago

How much sleep did you get last night? Idk man I just pass out whenever

Do you believe in aliens? Idk theirs probably smth else besides us on this dingy space rock

When was the last time you cried? Why? When I sneezed 6 times in a row a minute ago

What’s your favorite decade? Hmmmmm. Idk. Early 2000’s maybe, 60’s-80’s seem cool

What are some seemingly childish things you like? Stuffed animals, ‘kids’ shows, wanting to play on swing sets

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? Uhhh Idk if this is my favorite but I really really like the book series called Strange The Dreamer!

How are you, really? Idk

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? I’m extremely indecisive

What are you looking forward to in the near future? Doing some musicals/plays, Halloween, seeing my sister again, going to a con

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? Moving lol, hopefully finding a partner

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? My home state Colorado

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? Who- who sleeps with it open? Ew. Closed.

What’s your favorite flower? I don’t have one 🤷🏼‍♀️

Do you currently have a squish?  😎 🤏🤨🕶️🤏 a what. Okay after a quick google search this looks like a QPR. I used to but not rn

Do you like your middle name? I love it! It holds a lot of meaning to it and it’s actually the name I choose after realizing I’m trans (and also I generally hated my first name)

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Im allergic to cats so I have to say dogs but I love cats. But snakes are number one 🐍

Do you have any phobias? Arachnophobia

Do you stay up late? Well let’s just say im daggers friend from two days ago

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? Hate the beach. Clouds all the way. Mountains are THE BEST

What’s your favorite cartoon? The Owl House 🦉

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs @bloodied-dagger @el-fandom-birb @haystarlight@imhumanguysiswear@stars-and-birds@threegoblinart@childlikegoblinqueen@artkittycatty@tardismama@fandomsandflyingstingrays@rosy-tickles@ALL OF MY MUTUALS

Do you have siblings? How many? Uh I have two blood related sisters, two step brothers, and one brother in law

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? My dog probably. Other than that my mom

Is there anyone you would die for? My sister, my dog, my friends, my parents

What do you need when you’re sad? Happiness lol. Naw in all seriousness my dog

Have you memorized your phone number? If you haven’t I hope you like dying

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? My sister 

What does your last text say? “Oh”

My least favorite question was all of them because I woke up 6 minutes ago why am I doing this

[screampied]

hii pretty baby!!!!! HIGURUMA IS BACKKKKKK, omg i’m like ready to give him the biggest reward for coming back home. me and the kids missed him a lot 😔

yes, i have 5 dogs!! four of them are rescued or the children of ones my family rescued and passed away. but the one that murdered the pigeon is a pitbull. she is lovely and charming, and this is not at all a normal occurrence, but we think the pigeon got inside through our yard and she got scared. this reminded of my latest cat and how she would bring lizards and rats over, and give to my sibling, who might i add, has a phobia of those two animals. she was a lil bitch and i miss her everyday.

omg, i know right? like toji might be looking stinky sometimes, but that man’s wallet is as big and thick as his cock. he just likes to spend most of it with stupid bets, but he has money. give him a sugar baby, he just needs a new hobby! on god, i would’ve send you, but that shit flopped, i’m just waiting for a bit to see if it gets better, idk.

THE WORM DOESNT LOOK SOFT. it’s an ugly think, probably smells like trash and i’m gagging already. KINGSNAKES ARE SO CUTE!!! AND THE NAME??? adorable, gimme 14 of those.

toji would 1. be the happiest man alive, 2. be the saddest man alive. i fully believe he would go around and steal peoples money. like someone by his side got a large amount, next second they are dropped out on the floor and mr. toji just got the bowl of coins!

oh, makes sense. i’m not gonna lie i thought the vaseline would go somewhere more..well, you know.

five languages? you’re so cool!!!! and i love those languages name, so unique. i speak my native language, obviously, english, italian and bits and bits of korean. i can however understand spanish, french, and for some fucking reason russian? dad says i should be a linguistic because i have facility to learn languages. i think it’s cool, i want to go back to french (i used to speak as a infant because of my dad), and learn japanese.

question for today is sweet or salty food? and who do you think has the prettiest cock in jjk? i was wondering that these days and i fully believe is gojo.

OH, AND BY THE FUCKING WAY, I READ YOUR RECENT ONE…. WHAT WAS THAT? need suguru’s head glued to my pussy 😔

nut anon

NUTTY MCNUTSAR 🙆‍♀️

HIIIIII omg pookie i got sick again istg my immune system hates me like . i was dying in bed alllll day yesterday but we lived 🫡 YESSSS HIGURUMA’S BACK WE STAN. im so curious as to how he survived bc ????? but at least he’s safe 🙂‍↕️ now its sukuna n choso’s turn YAY.

you have five dogs :(((( ugh i love dogs. literally my comfort animal. i have three. i grew up around dogs my whole life aaaaughh. i wanna get a husky one day bc they r just so cute n i love their eyes sm. so cute 🥹🥹 i have a pit bull too but she’s mixed with black lab and she’s such a sweetheart. she’s the baby of the trio but she’s always getting into trouble </3 she loves going through my closet for whateverrrr reason.

not toji’s wallet as big and thick as his cock 💀. see !!!!!!!!! i try to tell my moots this all the time but they call me delusional for defending a broke man like WHAT. no one can go band for band w toji, he has a literal hell cat and stacks for days wbk !!!!!!!

STOPPPPP WORMYGURO’S SO CUTE :(((( i just wanna poke it. kinda reminds me of slime. WHY DO U HATE HIM SO MUCH HELPDOIGKH. personally, i think his worm would smell like roses :’)

LMAO UR SO RIGHT. and omg, i saw this video on twitter where this guy in new york runs up to someone on a train and steals their salad and runs away. why do i kinda feel like toji would do that to people in las vegas help 😭😭😭😭 he could steal my food any day <3

really …… what did you think i meant ……. 🧿 i would have said lip gloss too but yk its not a fashion show its survival so 🐩

thank youuuu !!!!!!! ackkk im learning italian also !!! im just taking a break tho but its such a pretty language, french also. korean omg you’re so cool, i wanna learn korean / mandarin one day. is korean hard? ouuugh i wanna learn russian also.

hmmmm i think i prefer sweet foods. prettiest cock in jjk, maybe gojo, suguru, or nanami

TEHEHEH THANKYOU FOR READING MWAH

[romanshomeonwattpad]

Girl in New York | 2

pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au! |

“_ _" = Y/N

next chapter| masterslist | last chapter

sypnosis - things with Art begin to pick up.

warnings - future smut, angst, cheating, smut next chapter omg

word count - 2k

© elliotsblunt 2024. do not repost, modify or translate.

Art and Patrick had seemed to get along too well.

With your arms crossed, clearly irritated, Art and your cousin were reminiscing old times. As soon as the two reconnected, they hadn’t stop talking since. Chuckling and playing with each others balls. All the same. Standing in the sun made you thirsty, so instead of being ignored, you picked up the dignity on the ground you had left and went to buy a water bottle from the stand.

Rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses, you mentally cursed out your cousin. He was a social butterfly—so he knew practically everybody somehow. And when he ended up in a convo, it would at least half an hour for reality to him himself. But at the same time, he was a fantastic smoking buddy.

“What can I get you?” A boy with pretty brown eyes sends you a charming smile. Your fingers drum against the counter, biting on your bottom lip. A smirk is held back as you notice his eyes flicker to your breasts, grateful you decided to wear a low cut black crop top.

“Hi….” you pull down your sunglasses, spotting his name tag. His name was printed in bold red letters, which matched his red polo uniform top.

“…Chris. Just a water is fine,” you say in a slight flirty tone, pulling your phone out from your purse. It was too hot to put inside your bra, and it would’ve been all sweaty and gross. “Do you accept Apple Pay?”

He shakes his head, “It’s on the house. Here,” he hands you the water, winking. You send him a grateful smile.

“Thanks, handsome. A face like yours deserves a tip.”

“Your number sounds good too,” he flirts back, causing you to giggle. You noticed a tattoo hidden behind his ear, an arrow with vines growing around it. And to match the vibe, a stud on the left side of his nose.

You hum, “Hm. Always had a thing for bad boys. Gimme your phone.”

It was almost hilarious how quickly he pulled out his cell from his back jeans pocket. You had to place a hand over your mouth to refrain from laughing, quickly putting your number into his phone. As you were typing the final digits, you look away from the phone to see your cousin.

“Jesus Christ….stop thotting it up and let’s play ball,” Patrick groans as he approaches you two, Art following behind him. Apparently they were finished conversating, but that wasn’t what stood out to you. What did was the fact that Art was staring down the kid Chase…Chad—whatever his name was.

His usually crystal clear eyes were brewing up a storm, a gray hue taking over his orbs. His lips were in a firm line, and when you handed his phone back to him and blew him a kiss, Art’s upper lip twitched. It was subtle—but you noticed. You noticed everything.

Screwing open your water bottle, you took a sip as Patrick nudged Art on the shoulder. “_ _ told me you’re still with Tiff,” he states as the three of you walk back into the court. “How are things going with her? Still a raging bitch?”

Art chuckles, shaking his head as he took a particularly large gulp from his hydro flask. You watched with attentive eyes as he screwed his cap back on, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just call my girlfriend a bitch. And we’re doing fine—thanks.”

“Sorry, man.” Patrick sheepishly smiles, “Why don’t you come to this outing with us on Sunday night. It’s downtown at some club. Bring your girlfriend and we’ll meet you guys there.”

Way to go, Pat. Sounds like he wasn’t a cockblock after all. But it did scare you a bit when you noticed the pondering look on Art’s face. His features were tight, his pearly white teeth catching his lower lip. It almost looked cute—how conflicted he was almost made you anxious.

Patrick sensed his second thoughts. “How about this. 1 V 1. If I win, your ass better show up.”

Like you said, it was hard for anyone to say no to Patrick.

Art glanced at you, and when you only sent him a smirk, he released a deep sigh before giving in.

“Deal.”

Pat had to leave in the middle of practice. Something came up with work—he was a dj for this club back in East Boston. He always loved music, and was jotting down lyrics, so it made sense he was working in that field.

Wiping your forehead with your personal towel, you watched as Art lifted his shirt over his head and dried his abs. Your mouth almost fell open, his slick muscles contracting as fresh air hit them. His upper body was tan, but as it grew closer to his lower region, the skin turned into an untouched milky section of flesh. Yellow fibers of hair trailed down beneath his shorts, making you poke out your tongue and lick your lips hungrily.

His blonde strands fell over his eyes. “You’re getting better.”

“I have a good teacher,” you tease, but he didn’t smile, snorting instead. “How many students do you have.”

“Just you and another girl.”

Another girl? Interesting. “Is she pretty?”

“I have a girlfriend, _ _.”

“And she’s where? C’mon, you can tell me,” you cooed, putting back on your shades. Popping another lollipop into your mouth, this time blueberry flavor, his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but as your tongue swirled around the top of the candy ball—he cleared his throat instead. You batted your lashes as you hummed at his silence.

“Hm?”

“She’s cute, I guess.” He muttered, not even hiding the fact he was looking at your lips as if he had was starved.

You tilted your head, eyes flying down to his crotch. Behind his dark blue shorts was a bulge forming. It dented against the fabric. “That guy I talked to—he was super cute. Might bring him to the party,” you thought aloud, making him stiffen his shoulders. “What do you think of him?”

He looked away from you, jaw clenched.

“Not my business.”

“All I’m asking for is an opinion.”

“It’s not like we’re friends,” he snapped coldly, sending you narrowed eyes. Ice had taken over those once clear orbs, and it felt like he had grown distant within a second. You swallowed thickly as he snatched snatched bag off the chair.

“I have to go. Later.”

What’s his deal?

“I just don’t understand you, _ _. We paid for these classes and now you’re failing them because of these stupid tennis lessons.” Your mother then released an exasperated sigh, rubbing her forehead as your father throws down your latest report card. He continued, “Two B’s and one C. You used to be a straight A student!”

You furrowed your brows, hating those words. Your gut dropped. “Dad, please. I’ll get my gra—“

“You’re going to be a surgeon, not a tennis player.” Your mother pointed a stern finger at you. This is the angriest you had ever seen her. Usually she would be the one to call down your father, but this time, they were both hounding you. When it came to grades, they stressed because they prioritized money for school. Your school.

Your father had came from his home country when he was a teenager on a visa, and grew a business in the end. He worked very hard to supply you with the food and shelter you needed, and it was a miracle public school was free. But as you got older, his business flourished, and he could put more of his income towards your nursing classes.

To become a nurse was always his idea. Ever since you had been born, he pinned that title on you. Your mother agreed because she learned it made you a lot of money.

“This isn’t fair. It’s once a week.”

“And so are your in person classes, and they’re on Tuesdays.”

“Let me ask him if I can change the day,” you begged your parents, putting a sweet tone behind your voice. Your father wasn’t budging—but your mother nodded and held your father’s hand as if to say it’s fine. But he didn’t want to let you off that easily.

“If he can’t change the day, cancel the lessons.”

His words nerve wrecked you. But it should’ve been fine. The only problem was—you didn’t have his number.

“Hey, Pat. Give me Art’s number.”

You heard him laugh through the phone, “Hey to you too, bitch. And stalker much?”

Rolling your eyes, you continued styling your hair whilst looking in the mirror. The speaker on your phone broke out for a second before you responded. “I need to ask him something. It can’t wait until next week. Just—please.”

“He didn’t give it to you?”

“What are you? His personal body guard? Give me the damn number, Pat.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll text it to you rn.”

You smiled in triumph, unplugging the bedazzled black straightener before snatching your cell from the counter. Without letting Pat know you’d call him later, you simply hung up on him, clicking the contact he sent. After pressing the call button—it proceeded to ring. Then his voice sounded.

“….Hello?” Ugh. It was his girlfriend.

This was going to be weird. “Uh, hey. Is Art around?”

“He ’s in the shower. I can give him a message.”

Bitch.

Whatever. “Cool. Unless he can change our usual Wednesday and Thursday schedule—my dad wants me to cancel my lessons. So I need his response like ASAP.”

“Of course I can tell him. Who is this?”

“_ _ Smith.”

There was a silence, and then her voice rang in the phone. “I’ll let him know.”

The phone clicked.

In the incoming week, you received a text from him.

Hey, it’s Art. I’m sorry but I can’t readjust my schedule. It was nice working with you. Let me know if you’re ever interested in working with me again!

Oh.

It looks like he really didn’t like you.

It wasn’t surprising, but for some odd reason—this one hurt a little. And instead of pushing you to chase him a bit more, you retracted away all together. He had made it clear he wasn’t interested in you at all. At this point, to keep pining after him would shatter all shards of dignity you have left.

Today was Sunday. You contemplated on even going, but Patrick would literally decapitate you. It’s his last night out and you promised to go out with him at least once when his trip rolled around. But you weren’t in the mood to party. You didn’t feel sexy enough.

This was all supposed to be a fun game. And now it’s turning into a nightmare.

You really didn’t think he meant it when he said you two weren’t friends. Was he trying to keep a professional relationship for the sake of his girlfriend? You didn’t imagine the friendly moments between the two of you. The fleeting glances, hidden stares. Lingering touches when passing the hydros.

Blowing out the cigarette, you leaned on Pat’s shoulder as he wrote lyrics down on his notepad. He slightly hummed to his own melody. “You’re fucking indie ass is going back in two days. I fucking hate you,” you mutter, causing him to gasp before laughing out loud. “Can I go inside your suitcase? I wanna leave here soooo bad Patty cakes.”

“I fucking hate that nickname, but love that top on you.” He gestured to the cropped forest green sweater you were wearing. It balanced perfectly well with your high-waisted leather black skirt.

“Is it giving slutty?”

“Gross.”

“Perfect.”