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Thinking about Johnny making you cum on only his cock. Youâve never been able to cum from just penetration alone and always needed something stimulating your clit. But Johnny was determined to change that.
âCâmon sweetheart you can do it.â He says into your ear fucking into you, pinning your legs open underneath him.
âCanât Johnny.â You whine. âNeed more.â You say, frustrated and desperate for a release.
You two have been going at it for at least half an hour, Johnny slowing at times to prevent himself from cumming and he tries different positions to hit that perfect spot.
Then, Johnny tries one more position.
He folds you into a pretzel position, straddling one of your legs and pulling the other over his thigh so youâre twisted as he grips your hips, and you feel something youâve never felt before from just Johnnyâs cock pounding into you.
He hits a new spot thatâs never been touched like this at this angle and it nearly knocks the wind out of you.
You gasp loudly, making Johnny smirk to himself.
âOh my god fuck Johnny yeah thatâs it.â You say breathlessly and shocked at the new sensation.
Sure feeling Johnny fuck you always felt so good, but it was never enough without a vibrator or his fingers touching your clit. But this time was different.
âThat the spot bonnie? Yeah? Like getting fucked like this?â He says with a cocky tone, mischievous smirk plastered on his face.
Found it he thinks to himself.
âFuck Johnny donât stop. Oh my god thatâs it.â
âYou gonna cum for me girlie? That cute little pussy feel real good nice and snug around my cock?
You whimper in response and reach a hand down to your clit absentmindedly, almost like muscle memory, and Johnny slaps your hand away like you offended him.
He grips your jaw and leans in to growl in your ear, his thrusts getting faster and harder pounding your pussy so perfectly against that new favorite spot.
âDonât you dare fucking touch. Youâre gonna cum just like this you understand?â
You nod with a whimper, but Johnny wasnât having it.
âSay it.â He demands, hand still firmly grasping your jaw.
âIâm gonna cum like this. Fuck Johnny I- Iâm gonna cum-â
Your voice pitches higher with each word as you feel your pussy pulse hard around Johnnyâs cock as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm youâve ever had.
Your eyes roll back as you let out a choked sob from the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body.
âFuck bonnie just like that. Let it all out. Yeah thatâs it. Fuck youâre squeezinâ me so good.â
The rhythmic throbs of your pussy bring Johnny to the edge and he cums inside you with a whine, then his thrusts slow to a stop fucking you both through the aftershocks of your orgasms.
âFuck Johnny that- I didnât think I could do that.â You say panting, gasping for air like you hadnât had oxygen for days.
Johnny leans in and cups your cheeks with both hands, still in the same position.
âTold yaâ you could do it sweetheart. Proud of ye. Knew Iâd get you there.â
He says the last part with a sly smirk and you giggle, playfully hitting his chest at his arrogance.
Johnny then cleans you two up and gives you one of his hoodies to sleep in as you cuddle up next to each other, not knowing that that sleep would be the best you two have had in weeks.
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im willing to sacrifice all my limbs for you write leon putting reader in a mating press
woahhh woah ethan winters, letâs keep all our limbs in tact
disclaimer.. afab!reader x leon s. kennedy. 18+ only! p in v, mating press, dirty talk, praise, biting, pet names, size kink implied, creampie, don't be like them, use protection and practice safe sex. feel like my writing got sloppy at the end, i apologise.
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âmating press?â you heard your boyfriend repeat, acting oblivious. blood quickly flowed straight to your cheeks, making them burn red,
âyes, itâs like a position, in bed, yâknow..â you tried to explain, rather coyly.
leon laughed, which only caused you further embarrassment, your arms crossing over your chest and lips pressed together firmly, âitâs not funny.â
âitâs not, i just think itâs cute you still get all shy. baby, if you wanted me to turn you into a damn pretzel or wanted me crawling around on my knees in circles, iâd do it for you.â he cooed, mockingly as he cupped your cheeks.
âugh, shut up, youâre such an asshole.â you groaned, jabbing his chest and swatting away his arms, suppressing the laughter bubbling in your throat.
you both had managed to make and maintain trust and comfort with exploring and talking about your sexual life, it made things much more exciting- not that it was ever dull, to begin with, but something about this all had made you become much closer, feeling like you both knew each other more than your own selves.
which is how you both found yourselves on the bed, tangled limbs and tongues, your fingers clawing at his clothing until they found grip on his belt, âm-mh, get off.â you huffed, almost scolding the leather holding his pants up, hearing leon chuckle against your ear amidst open mouth, wet kisses he was adorning your neck with, teeth grazing along your skin.
he was making it hard for you to rid him of his clothes- which you found quite unfair considering you had barely blinked and you were left in nothing but your jewelry, slick bastard.
his hips were grinding down on you, rough denim pressing against your bare cunt which had your body reeling upwards against him, âleon, help me out here.â you whine pathetically as you tugged his belt from his loop holes, throwing it aside somewhere amongst your pile of clothes.
he grumbled something- probably grumpy he had to turn his attention away from you, pushing himself up he raised his arms to tug his shirt over his head, your eyes wasting no time darting to the expanse of his bare chest, next came off the rest of his clothes in a haste.
âgod, youâre so handsome.â you spoke your thoughts aloud, fingertips reaching out to rub along his stomach, over the bumps of his physic that all his years of training rewarded him with.
if you werenât so distracted with your own advances you wouldâve noticed the warmth that reached his cheeks, and his throat bobbing.
âI want you so bad.â your fingers curled into the flesh of his hip, legs parting until they clasped around his back, pushing against him with all intents to have him as close as possible, to entice him.
he couldâve sworn he felt all the blood rush straight down to his cock, evident by the way it twitched and the way his pearly pre cum sat pretty at the tip, âyouâre gonna drive me insane.â he sighed out.
you wouldâve laughed but the way the head of his length was rubbing past your puffy warmth and nudging your clit made your head feel fuzzy. your fingertips trailed from his chest up until they reached his shoulders, squeezing onto them in an attempt to retain some composure.
âplease..â you breathed out quietly, nails dragging down his back just to scratch back upwards, feeling the goosebumps form on his skin.
to leon, there was nothing prettier than your sweet pleas, the way your features softened but your body lurched towards him and your fingers gripped any inch of his body they could get ahold of.
âi know baby.â he hummed, lips pushing against yours, you leaned up a little, eager to kiss him back with just as much passion, the taste of him your favourite thing in the world.
leon's arms ducked under your legs, lifting them upwards a little before his hips pressed flush against the lower back of your thighs, sheathing his cock inside you easily thanks to how soaking wet you were, âoh, leon..â you mewled, hand tangling in the long lock of his hair, squeezing his body into you.
âso warm.â leon squeezed onto the pillow beside your head as he began rocking his hips, back and forth, steadily at first, feeling your tummy flutter, that deliciously stretching feeling of adjusting to his size, how your body has gotten used to him, shaped exactly to him, for him.
âfeel good, hmm sweetheart?â he pushed himself up a little, propelling your legs until they folded on each other, squished to your chest before lifting your calves to rest over his shoulders, âcomfortable?â a smile tugged at the corners of his lips which had your heart fluttering.
âmhm, comfortable.â you squeezed his arm reassuringly before glancing down, looking between where the both of you were connected, the way you could see the bulge of him pressed against your tummy, drifting your hand down to push against it, âkeep going.â you encouraged him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him.
leonâs eyebrows were furrowed and his tongue dashed out to lick over his lips, watching you beneath him like this was making his cock twitch inside you and it took every ounce of his sanity to not lose it all. he eased his hips back before stuffing inside you once again, leaning down to push his weight against you, the back of your thighs against his chest as your feet bumped in the air with every bounce, the bed frame creaking in tandem.
the tight, confined feeling of his weight pushing against you felt delightful, your body filled with leon, your mind, thoughts and heart swelling with him. you couldnât move the lower half of your body an inch, not even a squirm, as close as he already was your arms flew out to crush him further into you, hugging him as close as possible, feeling his breath on your cheek- your own breath turned into small heaves, the air feeling like it was knocked out of your chest as he fucked you into the mattress, pussy squelching around him.
âiâm not going anywhere baby, this pussy is all mine to use, youâre all mine.â he gushed out, his arm reaching past your head until it settled on the headboard, tight-fisted grip making the wood creak and with every thrust it obscenely crashed into the wall.
âthis what you wanted sweetheart? youâre so fucking obsessed with me, just canât get enough..â he grunted, every pump of his hips getting more and more erratic and you could barely even form a sentence in your own head let alone babble coherent words.
âtoo much? i can slow down?â he teases, drawing out his words, chuckling when your eyes flew open in a panic,
âno, n-noââ you gasped when he pushed flush against you, cock pressed so deeply inside of you, a strained squeal sounding from your throat, âoh my god, leon.â you cried out, âi love it sâmuch.â
thatâs all he needed to hear, hips continuously slamming into yours, not even giving you time to catch your breath, your body bounces shallowly beneath him, clutching on to his arm before you turned your head to bite down on his wrist, hearing him hiss through his teeth.
âfuck!â he groaned, âi can feel you sucking me back in every time iâm not deep in your guts.â he chuckled out in bliss, finding the feeling out of this world, something heâll never get enough of.
teeth marks were imprinted on his wrist when you let up, salvia glistening on your lips, eyes squeezed shut as you concentrated on that bubbling feeling at the pit of your stomach, âmâ so- oh!â you squealed when he changed the angle of his hips, somehow drilling his cock even deeper inside you, âleon!â you cried, legs over his shoulders spasming and your soppy, abused pussy was clenching around him as you climaxed, arousal coating his length, leon not letting up in his relentless pace, knowing you could take it.
he got whinier, higher pitched as he got even closer and closer to release, his pleasured sounds were oh so heavenly to you, especially in the state you were in, even though your ears were ringing and oversensitivity was kicking in, he was the most gorgeous precense.
his thrusts became sloppy, messy, and he buried his head against your neck, taking the opportunity to weakly reach up to his head, tangling your fingers through his hair and dragging your nails along his scalp, âcum baby, i want it so badly, please.â you pressed gentle kisses to his cheek.
âbaby, you feel.. so, so good.â he muffled against your neck, feeling the way his hips stuttered before his hot release spurted out, filling you up. breathlessly gasping out at the feeling, you let him push into you over and over again to ride out his high, your nails still dancing along his scalp, occasional tug of his hair.
âmmh..â he panted out, eyes fluttering back open as he fell on top of you, wincing at the way your muscles ached, but you struggled to tell him to move yet, he was like a tired puppy all of a sudden, nose nuzzled into your neck and soft warm breaths fluttering along your skin, his arms maneuvered to around your waist in a strong hug.
âbaby, as much as i love you so much, can we do this with my legs, not in the air.â you heard him muffle a laugh against you before pushing himself up, letting your legs relax back down on the bed.
âif i clean you up can we cuddle and take a nap?â he stretched his arms upwards before rolling his shoulders back.
âhow could i ever say no to you?â you giggled, leaning up on your elbows and pressing kisses to his face.
âi donât know, guess iâm just the best boyfriend ever- not to brag or anything.â he shrugged his shoulders, followed by a dumb wink.
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My Wedding Date is an Escort!
Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one my, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojoâs heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.
Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader
Word Count: 5,818
Warning: dirty talk, language, making out, wedding duties (lol), oral sex, smutty smut
A/N: Our final part đĽšđ wow what a journey! There will be an epilogue for our sweet beans next week! Along with the start of the Best Friend!Suguru series.I'm so sorry for the late post, I was so sick yesterday and sleepy from my medication! But better late than never! ! If you want to be included in the tag list, YOU MUST HAVE AGE LISTED! Thank you!!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight
For two days, two days, you and Satoru spent most of the time in your room. Wrapped up in your sheets, him on top of you, you on top of him. You only separated for the rehearsal dinner and getting your nails done. But the second you were back in his arms, he made up for the lost time like you had been gone for years. His lips were on yours in slow, gentle kisses that became passionate.
Those same kisses would end on the futon, which probably had seen more action in the last forty-eight hours than since the inn opened. Satoru bent you in all different positions, twisting you like a pretzel, stretching you in ways you didn't even know was possible. He made it his goal to make up for the year and a half that you didnât sleep with anyone. Gojo Satoru turned you into a mess- a withering mess.
âOooh holy shit.â you cried out, gripping the blanket, âfuuuuck oooh fuck Satoru.â
âYeah~? Does that feel good~?â
âS-So good~!â
âMhmm~ good.â
Fingers moved gently, expertly making your back arch, jaw opening in a soft cry of pleasure. Satoru bit his lip, his fingers increasing the pressure against you. Cerulean eyes narrowed, focusing on your face, watching how your eyes rolled back and your face flushed.
âT-Toru~Toru.â Toes curled as you cried softly, eyes watering.
âOooh yeah~ you gonna cum~?â
Blinking, you lift an eyebrow, watching Satoru wiggle his at you. His fingers are massaging into your sore feet, kneading away knots and easing the aching muscles. Both of you were fully clothed, sitting on the back porch overlooking the gardens. Anyone around would have assumed you both were doing the deed from how loud you were being.
âOh my god, was I being that loud?â
âWhat~? No!â You relaxed a little, your feet still in his lap. Thumbs worked at a particularly sore spot, making you whine again. âIâm pretty sure Suguru heard that whine, and he's in Tokyo.â
âYaâ know whatââ
You try pulling your feet away, only to have Satoru yank them back into his lap, inadvertently pulling you closer to him. âStop, I'm just teasing. Let me do this.â his fingers continue working, moving gently over your feet. âYou were in the kitchen all morning, making a three-tier wedding cake. Then those âfriendsâ of yours make you wear heels to take pictures. And you have to wear heels for the wedding tomorrow?â Satoru shook his head, white tufts of hair swaying.
âI offered to bake the cake, the benefit of having a baker as a friend.â His thumbs hit a sore spot, making you jolt. âBut the heels are torture.â
âThey seem like it.â
A soft, comfortable silence filled with chirping crickets and a distant wind chime grew between you. You just sat there while Satoru rubbed at your sore feet under the blanket of glittering stars. You had one more day together here in Kyoto, then a train ride back home, and you would be back to reality. A reality that had changed drastically over the last week.
When you both retired to your room, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling in thought. You had gone from a woman who was quiet, shy, and hell-bent on not needing anyone to this giggly, joyful woman who couldnât be any happier. Satoru had peeled away at the layers of scar tissue you had hidden yourself in. He brought a certain confidence out in you. Being with him was as easy as breathing; even when you returned home to your mundane lives, you had faith you both would continue to strive forward. To keep your relationship going strong.
Strong as the urge to stay in bed with him all day despite your fellow bridesmaids pounding on your door the next morning. Satoru grumbled in horny frustration; his cock was pressed firmly over your barely clothed core. You pulled your lips away from his neck, pushing your hair back, groaning at the sudden interruption.
âI have to go, Toru.â You pulled off of him, giggling as he threw his head back. âHey~ donât be like that; weâll pick up where we left off tonight.â
âWedding sex is the best kind of sex. Especially when youâre on a sugar rush.â
You looked over your shoulder at him, grinning ear to ear. âThat sounds enticing.â Satoru sat up on his elbows, licking his lips.
âOh, itâs gonna happen tonight,â Satoru promised with a shake of his head. âI promise you that.â
Another knock at the door, âIf you donât come out! Weâre coming in! Regardless of how indecent you two are!â A series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door by several different hands from the sound of it.
âI better go before they knock down the door.â With a pout, you leaned down, kissing Satoru goodbye before heading out. âIâll see you later!â just before you shut the door to the room, you pouted as Satoru watched, sticking his bottom lip out. âItâs just three hours, babe!â
Three hours flew by before you knew it. The excitement of getting ready for the wedding and seeing your best friend practically buzzing in anticipation fueled everyone's energy. While you were bouncing up and down eagerly waiting to see Satoru in a tailored suit. Just imagining him had you grinning as you stared out the bridal suite window, looking towards the garden decorated for the joyous event.
âSo, when are you and Satoru getting married?â
âEh!?â All of your friends surrounded you, devilish smiles gracing their faces. âI-Iâwe are not getting married!â At least not yet. âWeâve barely started going out.â Literally. âThereâs no indication that we're even considering that!â
âOh, please!â
âSays the girl thatâs been locked in her room with said boyfriend for the last two days!â
Your face burned like a fresh sunburn. âS-So! That does not mean that weâre getting married anytime soon!â All of your friends booed in protest. âWill the whole lot of you stop? Seriously, I donât want you guys scaring off Satoru!â The bride stepped forward in her gown and all of her glory. âFinally, Mina, will you please talk some sense into them!?â Your best friend looked amongst the other girls, all dressed in a beautiful sky blue. For a moment, you thought she might take your side. But the second a smirk at the corner of her mouth, you knew she didnât have your back.
âI was going to ask you the same question! The man wouldâve fucked you against the wall at the bar no one stopped him!â
âOh my God!â
âIâm serious! I think Iâll hand you the bouquet when I toss it!â
âPlease donât.â
âOh, I think I will!â
âWe are not getting marriedânot yet!â
Satoru sat off to the side, right next to your parents, as the wedding started. He watched with wide and sparkling eyes as you walked down the aisle with a groomsman. Your hair was styled beautifully, and the flowing sky-blue dress looked stunning on your figure and complimented your skin tone. His mouth felt suddenly dry as you looked at him, giving him a gentle, sweet smile. Cupid himself must have shot him through the heart at that moment because fuck, he was falling so hard for you.
âMaâamââ he learned next to your mother's ear, âjust so you know, the next wedding we host here will be ours.â
âHuh?!â
Her reaction didnât even seem to faze him. All he cared about was standing near the front of an outdoor arch decor with flowers of different colorsâa gentle breeze brushed by you, making your hair and the dress flow. Even when the bride made her grand entrance, everyone turned to see her walking down the aisle towards her future husband. Satoru had his eyes locked on you.
You could feel his eyes, and that burning sensation had your focus transfixed on him. Was it wrong to be looking at your wedding date instead of the bride-to-be? The chances of that were very likely. But how could you not stare back? When his eyes burned holes into your very soul and left your heart racing like you had just run a marathon. It was impossible to pay attention to anyone else.
He was so handsome. Satoru was wearing a white button-down shirt with a blue tie that matched your dress. His navy blue jacket and pants were tailored to his body perfectly. You could tell by its appearance that it was expensive. It was probably more expensive than your best friend's wedding dress. You wanted to rip it off of him and let him take you right there in the garden.
Yes, he was extremely good-looking. But it wasnât his clothes or his appearance or the fact that he had money that made you so attracted to him at that moment. The way he looked at you, eyes trailing over your body, with a soft grin, told you everything you needed to know. Satoru truly cared for you. This wasnât just about sex, and it wasnât the magic of the wedding to be. Chemistry, connection, and attraction were one hundred percent genuine.
After exchanging vows and rings, hundreds of pictures were taken with everyone. You were finally free from your wedding duties. The first thing you did as soon as you broke away from the rest of the group was run to Satoruâs side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his chest. Lips pressed against the temple of your head, and you couldâve sworn he let out a little sigh of happiness to have you back in his arms.
âYou look so fucking beautiful.â He cupped a strand of hair behind your ear before gently reaching down, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. âIs it wrong for me to say youâre even more beautiful than the bride?â
âSatoru!â you playfully punched at his shoulder, âI am not.â
âOh, you are; thatâs a god-given fact, sweetheart.â His thumbs brushed ever so lovingly over your cheek. âBut thereâs just one thing I would change about the outfit.â
âYou and me both.â You winced, moving your arm away from the scratchy sequins top. âThis material is an absolute nightmare for my underarms. Iâm serious. Youâll probably have to put lotion on them for me later.â
âOh.â Satoru deadpans. â I wasnât talking about the material.â
You hum in thought, looking over the dress for any flaws he may have noticed. âOh?â When you didnât find anything else wrong with the dress in your eyes, you tilted your head, looking up at Satoru. âWell, what would you change about it then?â His hand gently pulled your face closer to his own; he leaned down, the fresh smell of minty lemonade coaxing your nostrils.
âIâd change the color.â
âWait, what?â
Your date says nothing for a beat of silence. âSo anyways! Letâs grab our seats; Iâll get you one of the cocktails!â
He rambles on while youâre still stuck on how he would change the color of your dress. Surely, he meant he would do a different shade or maybe red instead of blue; thereâs no possible way that he was talking about it to white. Yeah, he didnât mean that at all! Your friends just put the stupid notion in your head that you guys are going to get married next. You didnât even know what the two of you were yet. You hadnât put a label on your relationship.
What you did know was that Satoru wanted to make your relationship work. So you knew for sure that you werenât just another fuck buddy or client. This went deeper than that. What you both had was real, which was a lot more than other couples had. So who knew, maybe your friends were right? Perhaps Satoru had thought that white would make your dress look one million times better.
These were questions and answers for another day. You werenât going to rush into things. Both of you wanted to take your time and get to know one another.
And you learned a lot of things about him as the party began. Like how he despised the taste of alcohol, he had mentioned it in passing when he walked you to the bachelorette party. But when he accidentally took a sip of a cocktail unintentionally, not knowing it had alcohol in it, the man sputtered and choked. His hands grabbed a cola from the bartender, chugging it like water. You learned that he was a pretty good dancer. He bumped and ground with you on the dance floor while the music blared. You learned how gentle his hands were as he slowly danced with you to one of the many love songs the DJ played.
He was so tentative to you. Heâd always make sure you had a drink of some kind. He insisted that you drink plenty of water to avoid getting drunk. He even went to the room and grabbed your sandals when your high heels bothered you. God, he was everything and then some. If you hadnât called for each other, he truly would have made this wedding a lot of fun for you. There was no doubt that he was worth every penny you were willing to spend to have a good time.
The party has toned down almost entirely, a few stragglers drunkenly laughing and drinking while others chat while eating the vanilla and raspberry compote cake you had made. Your best friend and her husband are one of two couples on the floor dancing to a slow song. The other was Satoru and the flower girl who had been smitten with his white hair and blue eyes. She was convinced he was Prince charming and begged him to dance with her. Satoru jumped at the opportunity. Gently placing her little feet on top of his shoes as he danced with her to the slow beat of the music.
Your gaze was locked on him as you nursed a cup of coffee between your hands. He was so perfect in every way, shape, and form. Satoru had made this one of the best nights of your entire life. God, you donât think youâve ever had so much fun at a wedding before. It was all thanks to him that you were having one of the most memorable nights of your life.
Those deep, happy thoughts are cut short when a tiny, chubby hand gently smacks your cheek. The sudden contact has you jumping, nearly spilling the hot coffee over your hands as you turn to see who has smacked you. Youâre met with beautiful, big navy-colored eyesâdark tufts of hair spill over the head as the baby gently smacks your cheek again.
âPlease donât hit me, I have my kid.â a familiar voice speaks, âand donât yell, please.â
You scoff, cocking an eyebrow up at Toji as he sits down in the chair next to you. âAre you seriously using your kid as a human shield?â Your ex shakes his head before looking over his shoulder, searching for someone.
âI cannot confirm nor deny that.â He cradles the babbling baby in his lap. âBut if my wife is around, I will deny every word.â
âSo you are using your child as a human shield.â
âWell, itâs working, isnât it?â
âWhat do you want, Toji?â
He cradles his son in one arm, reaching into his suit jacket with his free hand. Toji pulls out a manila envelope and places it in front of you. Gingerly, taking it off the table, you open it and find the money you had left in the kitchen the other day. The money he almost ruined your relationship with Satoru over and the money youâd spent on him
He exhales deeply through his nose before clearing his throat. âWhat I did was wrong.â His son babbles, chubby little hands pulling the sleeve of his jacket. âI just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I broke your heart, not once but twice. You, of all people, donât deserve to be treated like that.â You cock an eyebrow. âAnd no, Iâm not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry. For breaking off our engagement the way that I did. For almost sabotaging your relationship with that brat over there.â His head jerks in Satoruâs direction.
âYeah, you almost fucked that up for me.â
âWell, luckily, you guys worked it out.â
âYeah, we did.â For the first time all week, you donât feel the slightest bit of dread being near Toji. Maybe it was because you slapped the shit out of him, or perhaps it was because you felt as though your last confrontation was able to heal your wounds. âHeâs a great guy.â
âGreat for an escort.â
âFormer escort.â You correct him with a smug smile. âSatoru sent in his resignation letter on Thursday after we talked.â
Tojiâs eyes went wide before they softened with a gentle gaze that you hadnât seen since high school. âWell shit, I guess I had him pegged wrong.â Taking another sip of your coffee, you giggle before resting your chin on your fist.
âI thought you said you were the greatest PI.â
âNah, Iâm one of the best.â Toni leans back, and in this light, you can see the slight discoloration on his face from both you and Satoruâs hits the other day. âIâm far from being the greatest. I wasnât for you, butââ he pressed his lips against his sonâs head. âIâm trying to be a better person for this brat and my wife.â
âYou always were an asshole.â Your point-blank statement had him wincing. âBut if you hadnât been an asshole, I wouldnât have become the person I am today. So thanks for being a dick.â
Toji tilts his head, chuckling. âYouâre welcome, I guess.â A squealing babble has both you and Toji glancing down at his son. He gently gums at his fatherâs jacket, drooling over the fabric. Toji sighs and gently lifts the baby to stare at him. When he does, those navy blue eyes glance towards his chest that's straining against the fabric. His son smacks his lips in hunger. âFuck, I gotta find my wife; the little shits hungry again. And Iâd rather not have him gnawing at my pecs.â He stands and pauses before turning his child to face you.
The tiny human gurgles at you, tilting his head. âUhm, Toji, I canât feed him.â Your ex rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.
âYeah, I fuckinâ know, I justââ he sighs, âthis is my son, Fushiguro Megumi.â You canât help but smile at his name; a blessing.
âWell, hello there, Megumi.â You gently pet his hair back. âItâs nice to meet you; whatever you do, donât turn out to be like your father.â
Toji barks out a sharp laugh, nodding his head. âYeah, thatâs for sure.â Megumi laughs loudly, smacking his hands against your face.
âToji!â Both of you turn to see a woman with dark hair waving at him.
âThatâs the wife, weâre leaving.â He cradles Megumi into his side ever so gently. âIâm sorry again for all the shit I put you through in the past and well in the last week.â
âWell, all that shit led me to someone pretty great.â Your eyes drift back to Satoru, who's walking the little girl back to her parents. âAll those years of putting up with you gave me some good karma.â
âFor putting up with me, you deserve the world.â He scoffs hurriedly to join his wife. âLater.â
You wave goodbye to him, returning to your cup just as Satoru joins you. Two plates with cake in his hands. âWas that Toji!?â His ocean eyes meet yours, searching for any sign or tears of frustration. âThe hell did he want?â He shoves the sweet cake into his mouth before offering you a bite, which you eagerly take.
âMhm, he just wanted to give me the money he owed me.â
âWhat you should have given him was a knuckle sandwich.â Your soft giggle has butterflies swarming inside his stomach.
âI already gave him one, so Iâll gladly take the money this time.â
âYeah, I guess youâre right.â He takes another bite of cake. âIt would be a shame for you to bruise those knuckles again.â
You press your body against him, relishing in the warmth. âYou know I donât even care anymore. I got hurt in the past. I wallowed in my self-pity for over a year. But things are starting to look up for me now.â He hummed, turning to press a kiss against your forehead. âAll thanks to myââYou hesitate, not sure if you want to be the one to put a label on your relationship.
âBoyfriend.â Satoru finishes for you, making your hearts swell with joy.
âYes, my boyfriend.â
Satoru takes one last bite of his cake before wiping the mixture of whipped cream and buttercream off with his thumb. âMmm, I love hearing you say that. It sounds so damn pretty rolling off your tongue.â You grinned, gently gripping his hand on your own, squeezing it as you stood.
âWanna see what else I can do with my tongue~?â
Without hesitation, your boyfriend stands up from the table, following you down the hall. âOooh? Is the sugar kicking in?â Satoru quickly takes the lead from you, dragging you down the hall and towards the guest rooms.
âItâs not just the sugar.â You correct him. âItâs you.â
The second you step into the room, and the door is slammed shut, Satoruâs on you, cupping your face, kissing you deeply with a guttural moan. You return the kiss, tasting the sweet, tangy remains of the cake on his tongue that worked its way into your mouth. Youâre moaning, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground as you start working on the buttons of his shirt.
While you do that, Satoru runs his hands down your back, searching for a zipper or buttons, only to discover an intricate series of strings. He breaks the kiss, looking down at the saliva connecting your lips before he forces you to turn around so he can start working on the corset holding you hostage. His fingers struggle with the silky strings; heâs far too excited to sit down and take the necessary time to care for this.
âHey, sweetheart, this isnât a rental, is it?â
âNo, I wish it was; I seriously haye the sequins, Toru.â You huff out, feeling his hands gently grip both sides of the back of the dress.
âSo you wouldnât be heartbroken if anything were to happen to it?â
âNo, I guess I woulââ RIIIP!! âOh fuck!â You tumble as Satoru uses all of his strength to rip down the back of the dressâthe thin fabric pools around your feet before Satoru turns you back to face him. The second you do, he drops to his knees in front of you and kisses down your bare chest, all the way to your lace panties. âS-Satoru~â
âMmm, I wanna show you what I can do with my tongue.â He states flatly before tugging your panties down. âI get to eat two sweet treats tonight. Your amazing cake and your delicious pussy.â
His tongue instantly slides over your clit, making you grip his hair for support in fear that you are going to buckle over. Your hand grips the soft strands of hair, winning the softest of groans from him. While your fingers run through his hair, only make him move his tongue faster, with the sole purpose of making you cum.
Unfortunately for you, even if you were willing to hold off, Satoru is just too good at what he does. He teases your clit, going between gentle flicks, suckling on it, and writing his name against it with the tip of his tongue. His antics and techniques leave you nearly falling over, wishing you were on the futon. There was something about towering over him, though, bucking your pussy against his willing mouth that gave you a certain sense of empowerment.
You could see why men would like a woman on their knees. It was fun holding all of the power to make Satoru do what you wanted, to keep his face in place with you humping his tongue. You could have cum from just thinking of riding his face like this. Doing it though, fuck, it was so hot.
Satoru thought so, too; his jaw opened wide as he flattened his tongue, allowing you to use his mouth as you saw fit. His hand gently reached around, grabbing the fat of your ass, encouraging you to move and grind faster against him, wanting for you to cum. His squeezing you had your head falling forward, strands of your kiss-messy hair falling as you came hard, rolling your hips in time with the waves crashing over you. Satoru hummed happily, lapping up the juices you kindly offered him.
âFuck, oooh fuck Satoru.â Your knees were buckling as he gently peppered hisses down your inner thighs. âI donât think I can walk after that.â
âHm? Oh, donât worry about that.â He lifted you gently, placing you down on the futon. âI have a perfect place for you to sit.â You watched in awe as your boyfriend stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a condom before standing completely naked in front of you. âNow, what do you say,â Satoru laid down, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. âWe pick up where we left off this morning before your friends rudely interrupted us.â
âMmm, I love the sound of that.â Sitting back ever so slightly, you gently grabbed his cock, easing the thick throbbing tip inside of you. âAh~ fuck I donât think Iâll ever get used to how thick you are.â You cry out as you slowly begin to slide yourself down his shaft with a whimper.
âAnd Iâll never get over how tight and warm you are.â Large hands gently grip your hip, holding you as you sit down on him, his cock fully buried inside of you. âGod, I canât wait to feel how wet you are one of these days.â He hisses through his teeth as you slowly begin to rock back and forth on him. âY-You fuck, sweetie, you feel so fucking good!â
âYeah, so do you, Toru; I feel you getting bigger inside me.â
âAnd I can feel you clamping down.â
Knowing that he could feel just how good you were feeling was the only entice you needed to pick up your pace, your gentle rocks becoming a bit faster and harder as you gently began bouncing up and down on him. Your sudden increase in speed had Satoru choking on a raspy whine, his head tilting back as you placed your hands on his chest, steadying yourself. This position was one of your favorites. You were able to watch Satoruâs face contort with pleasure while his cock hit all the right places deep inside of you.
Satoru also loved this position because he got to see how relaxed you were, how he was able to grope your perfect tits, his thumbs brushing gently over your sensitive nipples. But his favorite thing about this position was being able to touch you. Not just your breasts, as great as those were. Running his large palms down your hips and over the top of your thighs, feeling your muscles twitch made happy, satisfied grunts leave his mouth. But it was when you interlace your fingers with his that got his heart pounding.
Your hips were moving faster, harder against him. Your smaller fingers held on to his for support, squeezing them gently as your tiny whines turned into desperate moans as your fucked yourself on him.
âToru, oooh fuck~â
âYeah, you close?â His fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze. âYou gonna cum? Make me cum with you? I feel it coming back, god, I feel it; youâre going to make me cum so fucking hard.â
âY-Yeah wanna make you cum, cum with me, Satoru, please I need it, need it so fucking bad.â
Satoru groaned, nodding his head as you slammed yourself up and down on him, his hips bucking up to meet you, fucking the tip of his cock directly into your cervix. You both are moaning so loud you know people will be calling the front desk to file a complaint, but you could care less about all of that. All that mattered right now was you and Satoru.
âOoooh fuck me.â You cry out, releasing your boa constrictor grip on his hands, digging them into the bedding as you fall forward onto his chest. Your hips bounce up and down faster and harder, skin slapping against skin as your ass slams down. âSatoru, Iâm gonnaââ
âM-Me too, baby, holy fuck me too!â Satoruâs hands grip the sides of your hips, forcing you to move faster, which seems almost impossible. âFuck, oooh fuck, fuck shit!â Heâs gritting his teeth as you cry out into the side of his neck. âOh, holy fuckin shit, baby! Iâm cumming! Cumming inside you!â
With one final slam, both of your bodies go rigid as the orgasms hit you at the same time. Your pulsating walls have Satoruâs cock throbbing eagerly deep inside of you, filling the condom. Leaving both of you shaking, sweaty messes. Satoru recovers first, his hands gently caressing your sides as you lay all your weight on top of him. While you gently press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone.
It isnât until your muscles are protesting the position that youâre in that you finally move. Satoru helps you push off of him gently, laying you down next to his side. His fingers brush some of your hair back before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You kiss him back burying yourself into his chest as his hands gently move up and down your back.
âSo, how was our first date?â The gentle tone of Satoruâs voice has you happily humming.
âOne of the best dates I ever had in my entire life.â
âYeah, I have to agree with you on that one.â His hand continued to rub up and down your back gently. âI canât wait to go on another and another, and god, I just want to go on countless dates with you.â He waits for you to respond, to say anything. When you donât say a word, he peers down, finding you sleepily snuggled against him. Your hard work from the last few days has finally caught up to you. âGet some sleep.â He whispered, disposing of the condom before pulling the sheet over your body as he shut his eyes, too, following you into a deep sleep.
The next day was a blur at the inn. From packing your bags, checking out, and bidding farewell to your parents before you at Satoru took the train back to Tokyo. Where you both leaned against each other, still tired from the last week and the wedding from the night before. You only fully regain consciousness when the train pulls up to your stop. You grab your bags in silence as you slowly leave the train.
It didnât feel real that the week was finally over. That tonight would be the first night you would be alone in a week. Part of you dreaded the night you were about to spend alone in your apartment. But you didnât want to be clingy and ask Satoru to stay the night.
While your relationship had been entirely out of order, you didnât want to ruin it right when it began. There would be another time for Satoru to spend the night with you. You are almost certain he would love to go home to his apartment and unwind.
So you stopped in front of the coffee shop where you met each other for the first time. Turning around, you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder, winning a slightly confused look from your new boyfriend. Swallowing hard, you hugged him tight before pulling back.
âThank you again for everything.â You wet your bottom lip with your tongue. âI canât thank you enough. Text me later. Maybe we could meet up for coffee or dinner sometime this week. Go on our second date.â
Satoru said nothing for a moment as you fiddled with the handle of your suitcase. âHey.â He finally broke the silence, his hand gently grabbing yours. âWould now be too soon to take you on our second date?â Light shimmered in your eyes as Satoru put his sunglasses on. âI know this great spot for brunch.â You felt your heart swell as he rubbed at his slightly slushed neck. âI justâI donât want to say goodbye yet.â Round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his breathtaking eyes. âBut if youâre too tired or busy, later this week would be fine, I gueââ You reach up, pressing your index finger gently over his lips, silencing him.
âBrunch sounds great.â
âGreat!â Satoru beams gently, interlocking your hands as you make your way up to the surface. âYouâre going to love it.â You gently squeezed his hand as you stepped into the bustling streets of Tokyo. A week ago, you never would have thought the man you had hired to be your wedding date would be taking you out on your second date, hopefully leading to many more.
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Let Me Get Them For You, Angel
Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.9K
Summary: Rafe never hesitates to get Y/N what she wants.
A/N: Inspired by this post.
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Even though Y/N has told Rafe countless times, he does the best he can to be a provider for her, buying her food, clothes, books, scientific equipment he doesnât understand what it does and anything else he can think of. He will literally do everything in his power to get her the whole world. They are at the mall shopping for a new leather jacket for him. Theyâve been there for a few hours, taking their time to peruse around the stores. Her stomach begins to cry out its need for sustenance. As they continue to the next store, a delicious buttery and salty smell enters the air. Her head turns in the direction of where this sensory stimulus is coming from. The small glance toward Auntie Anneâs Pretzels does not go unnoticed by her boyfriend. He pauses immediately, yet she continues to walk, so he loops his arm through her to pull her back to his side. âWhatâs wrong?â she questions with a tilt of her head. He points toward the pretzel store, âIâm hungry. Why donât we get a snack? A cheese one, right?â âYou know me so well,â she beams. He chuckles and presses his lips against her temple. He leads her toward the register and orders their salty snack.Â
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It is no secret that Y/N is an avid reader. Her TBR list is in the hundreds and it continues to grow. Rafeâs mission is to make that list dwindle to zero, despite what Y/N might say. Sometimes, heâll add books to that list by himself. The couple is hanging out in the library. She is studying and he is only there to keep her company. An hour into her studying session he pulls her away from her textbooks and notes to take a break and eat a snack. Her eyes wander while she nibbles on the cheese and crackers he hands to her, landing on a book cover that catches her eyes. The pink-themed watercolour cover features a forest with a rope bridge. Itâs beautiful and the title is quite simple. Unravel Me. Rafe sees her attention isnât on him and follows the gaze to the novel in another person's hands. She moves her eyes back to him, but he still takes note of the title. After the snack, she goes back to studying and he focuses on his phone. He decides to search for the book and finds out it is a hockey romance series. It sounds right up Y/Nâs alley, so he orders Topper to go to the store and buy her the full set.
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The most outrageous example of Rafe being Rafe when it comes to buying Y/N things is when he orders expensive objects for her right on the spot. It is date night and he decides to take her to the new upscale bar that opened up off campus. He pulls her chair out for her, allowing her to hop onto the tall chair. While she tells him about her tests, her eyes are trained on something at the bar. She must really like whatever she is looking at because she stands from the chair and approaches a woman. Rafe is right behind her, resting his hand on the small of Y/Nâs back. âHey, sorry to bother you, but I really like your bag. Where did you get it?â she asks the redhead. The other woman grins and holds her bag up, âThank you! Itâs from Coach. I canât remember what itâs called though. Iâm sorry.â âItâs okay. You gave me enough to go off of. Thank you so much. Have a nice night,â Y/N bids goodbye to her. Throughout the whole interaction, Rafeâs attention is on his phone. They get back to their table and he holds up his screen to her. The Coach website is pulled up on Safari with a picture of a light tan bag that has a dragon on it. Boxed New Year Rogue 25 With Dragon is written above the picture along with the price of $1,090.
âThis is the one you want, right?â he confirms. Her eyes widen at the price, âYes, but I didnât know it was that expensive. I like it, just not for that price.â He ignores her worries and goes back to typing on his phone. âLook at this one. Iâm gonna get it for you too. I think itâs cute,â he tells her, sliding his phone across the table to her. She sees two items in his cart: the dragon purse and the heart bag in regenerative leather. The total amount before tax is $1,490, which is completely outrageous to her. She shakes her head, âYou canât buy these, Rafe. This is way too much.â âCome on, let me get them for you, Angel. You know money is no issue for me,â he pleads, giving her the best puppy eyes he can.
âItâs not an issue for me. What am I going to do with something so luxurious?â
âLook like an absolute queen while you flaunt it around. Show other men that I can provide for you. Hand it over to me while you put your lip gloss on, so you can mark your territory. You deserve this luxury and so many more, Angel.â
âThis is really important to you. Isnât it?â
âYes, so⌠what do you say?â
âFine. You can get them.â
A smirk craves itself onto his face and he puts in his credit card information to finalize the purchase. He shows her the shipping information, âIt should be here by next week, Angel.â âThank you, Rafe. I canât wait to use them,â she shows her gratitude by giving him a kiss.
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Trailer park Steve AU part 17
part 1 | part 16 | ao3
Heat rolls through Steveâs gut; low and quick, a vicious flare, and then he coughs and looks away. âJesus, man," he splutters, "learn to take a joke.â
âMmm-hm.â Eddie's smug smirk spreads wide, grows teeth; gotcha bitch, and Steveâs about to tell him to fuck off when he claps his hands to his thighs and abruptly stands up. Does a big stretch, swinging his arms out side to side, reaching overhead until his back makes a noise like a twisted sheet of bubble wrap.
âHoly shit!â Steve frowns. âYouâre gonna break your spine.â
Eddie gives him a flippant smile. âThat's the idea. Anyway...â He pretzels himself up again, groaning as his neck and shoulders pop. âSeeing as weâre trapped in here for the foreseeable future, you wanna do what the little psychos asked? Play twenty questions or have a heart-to-heart or whatever?â
âSeriously? And just give them what they want?â
Eddie shrugs. âSeems like the fastest way out of here, so yeah.â
âWe donât negotiate with terrorists.â
âPlease. You negotiate with them all the time." He folds forward at the hips, looking at Steve upside down between his legs, and twists a curl around his pinky. "Those kids have you wrapped around their grubby little fingers."
"They do not!"
"They totally do. Besides," he swings back upright, "Iâll negotiate with anyone if it gets me back home to my girl.â
"Oh." Steve stumbles at that. "Didn't know you had a girlfriend.â
Eddie laughs big and bright, shaking his hair all over the place. âYeah, Harrington, I have a girlfriend. You're funny. Y'know, Henderson could have saved us a lot of time here if he'd just told me you were funââ
âOkay, then whoâs your girl?â Steve interrupts with a huff, because Eddieâs just hopping around in circles while he laughs like Steve's a fucking moron for making a totally reasonable assumption, and he doesn't understand what's so goddamn funny about it.
âMy girl, Harrington,â he all but coos when he collects himself, âis my guitar.â He bites his lip and mimes playing a riff; Steve doesnât know shit about guitar, but he knows that Eddieâs fingers are quick, nimble and impressive as they jitter through the air. âWeâve got a show this weekend. Like, a real one this time, not just playing to three drunks at the Hideout.â
âCool,â Steve says, looking away from his rings. âCongrats, man. You any good?â
âYou could say that.â Eddieâs mouth goes smug and pleased, genuine pride shining in his big eyes when he rocks back on his heels. âThe frat that booked us seems to think so, anyway.â
âOh, shit!" Now Steve's impressed, because it's the weekend before Halloween, and that means, "College costume party.â
âOf course youâd be excited about that.â
âHey, great place to get laid,â Steve shrugs.
Eddie chokes on his own spit. âYouâre kind of a slut, you know that?â
âRude,â Steve says mildly. He's not a slut; he's an opportunist.
The ground's starting to hurt his ass, so he stands up to join Eddie's impromptu yoga session. Eddie leans a hip against the workbench, folding his arms over his chest and giving Steve room to move.
His eyes flit to his hemline when it rides up on a stretch. "Would you..." he clears his throat. "Would you want to come?"
"Huh?" Steve twists around.
"To the show," Eddie adds, ducking his head to hide his face behind his hair. "You'd have to cram into the back with Frankie and the drum kit, but uh..."
Steve lets himself picture it for a moment, some alternate dimension where he's allowed to say yes: the winding highway to Indy, a van full of dudes cracking jokes and fighting over who gets to pick the music next, losing himself in the thrum of a crowd while he drinks and dances and watches Eddie on stage.
His throat feels tight, suddenly. He reaches for the flask and takes another sip of whiskey. "Don't all your bandmates hate me?"
"I mean... not any more than I do." Eddie's answer is quiet, his eyes swimming with candlelight; Steve doesn't know when they moved closer, when a hush settled over the room, but it feels like...
"Yeah?" he hedges, his voice barely above a whisper. Then he steps out onto the ledge; icy cliffside, slippery holds. The mountains are so much scarier than the deep sea. "And how... How much is that?"
His pulse kicks in his chest. Echoes down to his wrist, a nervous current beneath his skin. Eddie's eyes are so soft. Big and brown and dark. Dark like the deep woods; endless; sort of mesmerizing.
"Steve, Iâ"
The cellar doors shriek on their hinges.
â
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Bestie. BestieâŚ
The world deserves to know all about Country!BigDaddy!Ari. Bless them. Bless us. Tell us all about his rusty red truck and his bad habits and how he fucks when heâs had cheap Jack Daniels. Tell us, bestie.
Look, I know we were just talking about Daddy and this ask is quite old, but let's talk
Big Daddy
Warnings: country/hillbilly au, female!reader(she/her), heavy daddy kink, pet names, a bit of second chance romance, smoking, drinking, explicit sexual acts, head canons because I doubt I will make this full fic to share with everyone and we were feral and unhinged on discord when this first came about.
Country!Ari is a wild one night stand that turns into so so much more when you finally leave the big city and come back home where you belong.
Ari is very blue collar, works for the county on the highway crew, owns a bit of land and lives in a double wide.
Ari was captain of the football team when you were in high school together, and he is still very popular. Most of the guys from the team still get together and play touch football on the weekends
When you come back to town, he makes it his mission to make you his for keeps. He got one taste of your perfect pussy, heard you moaning his name and calling him Daddy for one night and he was hooked.
Everyone around town teases the fuck out of him the way he follows you around like a big puppy dog. If only they knew what he was whispering in your ear đŤŁ
"C'mon, sugar, why are you fighting us? Such a stubborn little thing just because of something in high school? I just wanna treat you and that sweet pussy of yours right. Let me be your Daddy."
It is no surprise the first time (really this is the second time), you fuck it's during a Friday night football game. You don't even know why all it took for you to say you'd go was your mama saying "Ari goes to every home game", but you showed up.
The 1st quarter isn't even over yet, but Ari catches you a few spots over on the bleachers eating a soft pretzel with cheese and he's dragging you away to where his truck is parked far out in the field lot. It took everything in him not to lick the little bit of cheese off the corner of your mouth in front of the whole crowd.
Ari's truck is big and red and "old". It's a bit rusted out and really jacked up, but he looks regular sized next to it. The passenger side is missing the foot rail so he always has to help you climb up.
However when the tailgate is dropped, it's the perfect height for him to have you lie back while he eats your pussy like a starved man.
And does he fucking love giving you oral. Loves feeling the weight on you on his face, the muffling of his hearing with your thighs clenched around his head.
He could spend the rest of his life with your clit in his mouth and your pussy juices running down his chin.
The one thing he won't do is finger you.
At least not if he plans on fucking you. If your sweet lips are around his cock he can't stop himself from coming down your throat. He will finger you then if you want something to cum on too.
But when he has every intention of fucking all the thought outta your little baby head, Daddy only uses his mouth to get you ready for his dick.
"Let Daddy in sugar, wanna feel every inch of me in ya, don't you? Gonna treat you just right, baby, fuck you just how you need."
God taking his cock a stretch đ¤ it's heavy and thick and long and so fucking pretty just like the rest of him. He loves when you get dumb on it. Loves how all it takes to get the sour outta you is Daddy's cock stuffing you full.
"Only sweet for me, ain't'cha? Only like this for Daddy."
Big Daddy is full daddy mode basically all the time. He is so sweet on you.
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Spotless: Portato
Chapter Thirty Seven
Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader
Other characters: Pamela, Charlie, Jesse, Benny, Kevin and Sam
Word Count: ~3250 with other media
Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, still unbeta'd, Tricia did read through the first scene, but all mistakes are still on me, Dean goes to confession, our reader's self esteem overrides all logic and prodding.
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There have always been certain women in your life that you just didnât click with. Some you wanted to, badly. Others you admired from afar, too shy or self conscious to really try to form any kind of bond, be it professional, educational or friendly. There were some you wanted nothing to do with.Â
And then there was Pamela.
She was someone you had always admired, still slightly feared, but had resigned yourself to maintaining a simple and mildly judgemental, professional relationship. So when she woke you up, hungover and definitely disheveled as you were, on the bus to Phoenix, you were wary.
âHey, sorry, but uhâ could you come with me? Please?â She looked a little spooked and not exactly as apologetic as she sounded, but you nodded and tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
âWhatâs going on?â You said quietly, aware of all the other people around you as you shuffled after her to the actual bunk room in the back of the bus. Except no one back there was even asleep.
âTell her what you told me. Or everything. Whatever comes last.â Pamela seemed pissed as she snapped at Dean and a sudden dread flooded your senses.
He sat on a bottom bunk, fingers rubbing over his lips in consideration as he glared at Pamelaâs demands.
You knew something was up with the buddy system after the last show, but neither you nor Charlie had found anything substantial online. Which left in person or direct phone call threats. Youâd been with the band long enough to have seen some shit, from overzealous fans to crazy exâs and even a few stalkers. Bennyâs team didnât mess around when something had weight behind it. Outside of Vegas, you thought it was over.
By the look in Deanâs eyes, it was worse than you had guessed.
âWho died?â Was possibly the worst thing you could have said to Dean, by the journey his face went through.
He just gaped at you before Pamela dove back in.
âWaitâ did someone actually die?â
âWill you let me speak for my damn self?! Christ, Pammy. Sorry, Trouble, this is not how I wanted you to find any of this out. Sit down.â
âOh boy.â
There wasnât any furniture back there and it felt oddly intimate to sit next to Dean on a borrowed bed like that. Every other bed was too far away. Instead, you slinked down to the floor and popped your knees up in front of you, like a child during circle time, but with something to hold onto.
âWhatâs going on? Is this about that guy outside of Wednesdayâs show?â
âKind of.â
Pamela exhaled and uncrossed her arms. âIâm gonna goâ I donât think Iâm needed and itâs just gonna rile me up if I hear it all over again. But Iâll be up front if either of you need me, got it?â
âGood callâ and, uh, thanks.â Dean looked up at her. Pamela nodded and left you and Dean alone.
The air grew thick and you had to get something off your chest before Dean got into whatever had Pamela so on edge. âAre you okay?â
Dean sighed and picked at the seam of his jeans. âI thought I was, you know? Iâve been putting in the work, but being back there, and then seeing Alastairâ Having Cain at the fucking show. Really messed with my head.â
âWho are they?â
âWell, youâve heard about Cain, Cain Charles. I used to box at his gyms all the time.â
You nodded into the pretzel of your arms.
âWell, I wasnât really boxingâ not most of the time. I was fighting in underground MMA type bouts. And Alastair, the slimy looking dude outside the first show? He was my trainer.â
Dean let that sit, but it didnât take long for the pieces to start to fall together.
âThe bruisesâ I remember how you were always hurt or stiff all the time.â
âYeah, donât miss that one bit either.â Dean rested his elbows on his knees and looked down at you, hunched as if heâs expected to get yelled at.
âSo, what do they want? Whyâs Benny got the guys on high alert?â
âMe.â
It was almost comical the way your mind looped around that simple word. Lots of people wanted Dean. And you couldnât blame them, but those connotations didnât quite fit the conversation so far.
âFor what?â
âBack in the ring, at their beck and call, probably licking their boots while Iâm at it.â
You straightened up, urgency starting to get the better of you. âDean, I need more information here. Were you, like, an indentured servant? Do you owe them money? Why are they after you for real?â
âNo, I, uhâ I was there willingly. Started off with a fight at a club and when one of the goons came over to break it up, the guy didnât kick me out. Instead he gave me a card, told me I had âpromiseâ.â
âSo you just decided one day to be a cage fighter? Being a rockstar wasnât enough or something?â You balked, trying to figure out what drove Dean to that place.Â
âLook, Iâm not perfect, okay? And neither are you, so please, let me explain myself a little?â
You folded back in on yourself. âYeah, of course, sorry.â
âNo, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean it like thatâ just give me the benefit of the doubt here, at least in the beginning.â
You twisted your fingers in front of your lips and tossed an imaginary key behind your back. Dean huffed out a laugh and cleared his throat.
âSo, uh, do you remember before the fourth album we were kind of burnt out and Pamela and Lee were going through the last divorce and Bobby was kind of still AWOL because heâd just gotten married himself and Sam was fine by then and Adam was getting all those scholarships and shit?â
âYouâre talking, like, almost back to the summer before the shit with Cas, right?â
  âThere abouts, yeah.â
âOkay, vaguely. I remember being busy, Zacarriah had just been promoted and he was doing a lot of poking around. So I wasnât doing much with you guys in personâ since it was between tours.â
âYeah, makes sense. Charlie and I played a lot of Call of Duty that break.â
âOkay?â
âI justâ I was low. And then, finally, we got back into the studio and I could do something, be useful. I was able to sort of bury the darkness.â
âBut it didnât go away?â
Dean shook his head.
âFast forward and I get this mafia-looking dude telling me I was worth more than just what my dad wanted me to be.â
âDeanââ
âItâs okay. Iâve been over that with Missouri too, just sayinâ why it was such a compliment.â
 Dean rubbed his palms against each other and kind of looked behind you as he kept talking. âSo I checked it out, the fights were underground but not, like, dirty. I mean, they fought dirty as hell, but I didnât feel like I was getting an STD just by walking in.â
âOkay, so youâre no Tyler Durden. What made you stay?â
Dean rolled his eyes.
âThe rush of a fight. And you knowâ Iâm hard up for praiseâ itâs why I love the spotlight and the fans. But it wasnât like it is with the band. I didnât even have to work as hard at it as I do with the musicâ it was only me up there. I didnât have to answer to anybody else. It was just my hands and the other guysâ that I had to worry about. No harmonies, no compromises. It was easy. And I thought it made me free.â
Dean didnât meet your eyes, he looked at the wall behind you or the floor. You had never seen him so ashamed, or so outright confessional.
 You inched forward, the need to comfort him tingled along your arms and into your useless hands. âWhat made you stop? Besides the last tour, obviously, you couldnât be in two places at once.â
âUh, so, Cas must have been following me because there was one night where it got really bad. I got really badâ just pummeled a guy to the mat. Theyâ thereâs not really refs, more like bouncers to hold back the crowds. But it took three of them to haul my ass to the showers. Cain has doctors on retainer, nobody was gonna call an ambulance and rat the place out. But, he wasnât moving the last time I got a look at him.â
Dean looked up and into your eyes.
âI still donât know if that guy is okay or anything. That was my last fight before we hit the road. And Cas called me out, eventually. Let me stew with the unknown and the guilt for a good month first. I didnât know he needed me. He had his own shit with the kid and stuff then. I just thoughtâ I donât know. Anyway, you probably got a good handle on what happened after that.â
âSo, theyâre blackmailing you? Cain and Allistair?â
âAlastair.â
âHim.â
âNo, but theyâre watching you. They knowâ they know everyone I care about. Cain thinks Iâm letting you guys save me from my true nature. Heâs big on instinct and fight or flight crap. But heâs very logical about it all. Alastairâ,â Dean blew out the breath he had been holding and dropped onto the floor in front of you, back against the drawers beneath the beds. âHeâs a fucking sadist. He wants people to hurt, itâs not just about powerâ- itâs torture.â
You swallowed. âDonât you think we need to go to the authorities? They sound dangerous. Really dangerous.â
Dean shook his head. âThatâs not an option. Cain is too good, his business is airtight. Nobody talks or walks away. Thatâs why heâs so insistent. He thinks he can bring me back.â
You didnât want to know, but you needed to know, so you asked, âdo youâ would you?â
âNo. Not anymore. Iâve come too far. Thereâs days when I think about it. When it would be easier to just be the beast again. But Iâve got too much to lose. I have the band family, Charlie, Gibson, youâ- So no, Trouble, I ainât going back.â
You smiled at him, softly, not really letting him see how that sent your face burning with all the worry still hanging in the air.
âHow can I help? Do I need to enlist Charlie and get our devices better hidden? Change reservations to keep people off our trail? The tour is set, we canât cancel any datesâ- but we can be more careful.â
âUh, wow, I guess check in with Bobby and Benny? Theyâre already on top of things, but more eyes on it couldnât hurt. Iâ is there anything you want to know? I feel like youâre taking this really well. Like instant problem solving mode. Not even flinching over whatâ the things I did.â
Dean leveled you with an unimpressed glare and cleared his throat. âHit me. I can take it.â
It was your turn to roll your eyes as you resituated your legs and propped yourself up on your right hand. âItâs a lot, you know? We knew you were struggling. And we all had been on the receiving end of your temper enough to know not to poke the bear.---- But, I guess, itâs nice knowing, for sure. Like there was something thereâ- Someones there holding you back, keeping you from us. Iâm sorry you had to go through that all alone.â
Dean bumped your knee with his. âDonât need your pity. But, maybe, your forgiveness. Because I was fucking rotten to youâ- more than once.â
âYou sure were.â You looked him dead on.
âYouâre a part of this band. Whether we say it or not. Even Kevin knows youâre in charge.â
âPamâs in charge, she just lets everyone run things,â you quipped, an old Bobby line.
Dean chuckled. âFine. But I am sorry for the things I called you. And how much I leaned on you after Sam and Bobby pulled my head out of my ass.â
âDonât be.â Dean gave you a face. âOkay, the first part, yes. Be. But the afterâ that wasâ it meant a lot. It gave me something to look forward to. Made me feel like I was doing actual friend things instead of work things. Kind of miss the callsâ the check-ins. It was a good part of my routine.â
âYeah, me too.â He sounded so soft, like a favorite blanket waiting for you on the back of the couch. He was right there spilling his guts out and all you wanted to do was crawl into his lap and tell him it was going to be alright.Â
You stayed put.
âThank youâ youâve beenâ Christ, I couldnât have done this without you, you know? You pulled me throughâ in so many ways.â
âOf course. Youâd do the same for any one of us. Hell, you did it for Sam more times than I can count.â
âYeah, but heâs my kid brother. Itâs not the same.â
You hummed. âYeah, but still. Anytime.â
âHopefully not too soon.â
You huffed a laugh. âAgreed.â
You stretched and sat up on your knees, groaning at being on the floor for so long. âOkayâ well, weâve got like an hour before we get to the hotel. Do you need anything from me before we get to our rooms?â
Dean shook his head and stood up, quickly leaning down to help you the rest of the way. âI should be good, but yeah, check with Benny for the details. And, please, just watch out for Donna and the girls? Theyâll be guarded, but I donât want them thinking weâre neglecting them while we circle the wagons for our own.â
âOn it.â
Dean put his hand on the ball of your shoulder and squeezed. You cupped his forearm and caught his weighted stare. It was like he was looking for something behind your eyes, or something there confused him, but either way he didnât mention it. Instead, he just squeezed your arm again, gave you a guilty smile, and headed back to the front of the bus.
Charlie was invested in Operation Anti-Fight Club, her words not yours. Once you explained, very briefly, what had been going on, she immediately fell into a rabbit hole online. You even had to drag her out of her hotel room to get her to the venue in time for rehearsal the next morning in preparation for the Phoenix show.Â
Somehow, she got sound and lights set up with a new venue in what felt like a flash, but was really two hours of back and forth with the band setting up cues and verifying the setlist.Â
So when she started texting you during SPSâ set that night, about your conversation with Dean, you were a little worried she was distracted again.
You didnât reply. From the moment you told her about Deanâs little heart-to-heart she had been asking leading questions and giving you knowing looks. Too worried she was either teasing you or getting your hopes up over nothing, you tried not to overthink it. Sure, Dean had broken things off with Bela with someone in mind. And it maybe, kinda, sorta seemed like he was waiting for you to do something before he left the bunkroom yesterday. But you could have been reading it all wrong.Â
It was an emotional conversation.
It didnât mean he wanted to kiss you.
Right?
Right.
Except now all you could think about was New Yearâs. And how you wished you were sober enough to really remember what Deanâs lips felt like against yours.
You had never let yourself want him, not truly. You couldnât help loving him, you were only human. But admitting to yourself that you wanted him and wanted him to want you back was a death sentence. There was no hope after that. There was not a chance Dean Winchester could be with you, or even someone like you.Â
So why were you letting yourself think about it now?
You werenât, you decided, and made small talk with Jesse instead.Â
âYou excited to get some days off at home next week?â
âYou know it. I miss ridinâ, miss sleepinâ somewhere far enough out, the city lights donât keep me up.â
You smiled and nodded, you grew up somewhere close enough to the country to know what he meant. âWell, one of these days youâll have to let us swing by. Iâd love to see your land.â
The hulking man looked so fond as he reasoned out an uncertain invitation, âwell, Matty keeps the place running while weâre on the road, so Iâll have to ask him howâs it all looking for the whole band to swing by for an afternoon. If not this trip, definitely after the tour.â
âFine! But I wonât forget you said that.â
He chuckled. âOf course you wouldnât.â
You turned back to the stage as Jodi wailed on their cover of âCrazy on Youâ. Donna was front and center giving it her all. You were once again mesmerized by their talent. Some people were just unreal, having both beauty and brains, strength and kindness. That old, familiar hollowness inched up your throat and twinged the corners of your eyes. You were surrounded by amazing people and all you could do was hover in their shadows. You were a supporting character, you could never exist at that level.
You were a fool to think you ever could.
SPS was phenomenal and they finished their set to whistles and cheers from both the fans and those of you in the wings. They beamed as they marched off stage, heading back to the dressing rooms for a breather before the main event. You cheered them on, knowing you were doing a bad job of masking the way your thoughts had plummeted. Luckily for you, Jesse was a professional and he said nothing as he ducked away to help with PTâs set up.
You rolled your eyes and punched out an annoyed âfineâ in the chat. You didnât want to think about Dean singing about somebody at that moment. What you wanted was a stiff drink and maybe a foot massage. You thought about pulling up your hotelâs amenities, but were caught off guard by Sam and Kevin bellowing your name like a pair of foghorns.
âTROUBBBBBLLLLLLEEEEEE.â
âTRRRRRRRRRRROUBLLE!â
You turned while still looking down at your phone. âUh, whatâs up?âÂ
But as you glanced up, you got silly string-ed straight to the face.Â
âMOTHER FUCKERS!â That had you spitting out air because the foamy substance had grazed your lips. Yuck! With one eye open you charged the overgrown idiots, forcing them to run behind the closest obstacles, gear cases and Benny, respectively.
Benny muttered over his shoulder to a crouching Kevin, âitâs your funeral, cher.â
âThanks, Benny,â you huffed out as you dodged around the head of security and almost had a hand on Kevinâs collar. âYou little shit!â
Kevin cackled as he ran away, too worried about busting your shit in your concert heels, you watched him go. Sam was smart enough to leave quietly amongst the fray, but you promised yourself some revenge down the line. You even knew who you could enlist for help, the last person they would ever expectâŚ
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Hiiii congrats on the 100 followers đž can I request a hockey player!James x reader in an already established relationship? Where jamie sees reader wearing one of his jerseys as a good luck charm (love-induced placebo effect) and one day, reader comes into a match WITHOUT the jersey?? The rest of how shenanigans is up to u thanks!
ty so so much for requesting, i hope this is hockey-y enough lol <3
â lucky charm
hockey player!james potter x reader â
860 words
a/n - i don't know anything about hockey so please bare with me
James was running around the flat like a madman, muttering something about cross checking and knee pads. He pushed past you a little too hard, retracing his steps to mumble a 'sorry' as he kisses your temple. Today's hockey game was very important, according to your boyfriend. As captain of the Gryffindors, he would not allow his team to lose their biggest rivals, the Slytherins. Your nose scrunched is disgust as you watched him pack his dirty lucky socks, walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat during the game.
As he was zipping up his game bag, you walked back over with a few snacks and his water bottle. He smiled fondly at you while accepting the bags of pretzels and baby carrots.
"I'll see you soon love," he wraps you in a tight hug, pulling away from you to look down at you sternly. "Don't forget to wear my jersey please."
Your eyes widened, and let out a sound of disbelief. "It was one time Jamie, three years ago!"
"I know but love of my life, apple of my eye, we really need to win this game." he whined, lightly shaking you by your shoulders.
Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed him towards the door, reassuring him that you wouldn't forget. James pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks before clambering out the door with his duffel bag hung over his shoulder.
James had met you at a post-win celebration at a local bar, trying to impress you with all his hockey talk. Having had a few shots and nursing a cocktail, your tipsy self just nodded and smiled pretending to understand what the muscular cutie was talking about. When you met up again sober you admitted to not knowing anything about hockey, which didn't seem to be too much of a problem as he had asked you to be his just a few weeks later. Although you still didn't fully understand the sport, you still showed up to every game as James' biggest fan.
Back in the kitchen, you finished washing last night's dishes and made some hot chocolate for yourself to take to the game, filling a tumbler and not bothering to fully twist the cap on as you were now running a few minutes behind schedule. Scrambling to slip your shoes on by the door, of course you tripped over James's converse as you always do, only this time you're hot chocolate spills all over your white 'Potter' jersey.
You squeeze your eyes shut and groan. "Oh, he's gonna murder me."
You found your seat just in time for the faceoff, shivering from the cold metal of the arena benches. Maroon and emerald players danced around the ice, getting into their formations for the first round. James was in the middle as the team's center, waiting for the puck to drop. As soon as it did James took control, then passing it to his teammate. You watched as it flew from player to player, the sounds on skates on ice and the opinionated crowd bringing a smile to your face. Gryffindors fans started to stand when James was near the Slytherin's goal with the puck, then boo-ing the green team when the puck was stolen from him. The game was going by smoothly, you snacking on some pretzels as the two teams kept switching off on who had control of the puck.
You stood up and screamed with excitement as James scored, waving your arms around. His head whipped over to your usual section to find you, his bright grin faltering as he noticed your appearance. He let his eyes linger on your plain maroon sweater a few moments more before scoffing lightly and skating back to his position for the next period. The next few rounds were played a dirtier, with the Slytherin players checking the Gryffindors into the tempered glass and tripping them onto the ice.
The game ended with the Gryffindors winning 7-5, maroon-clad fans throwing up popcorn and cheering in celebration. You followed the crowd out, making your way towards the locker rooms, finding a spot against the wall to wait for James.
You watched as he walked out without paying you any attention. Frowning, you jogged to catch up to him. "Jamie, hey- James!"
He turned around with the biggest pout you'd ever seem from anyone, mumbling so softly you almost didn't hear him. "You're not wearing my jersey."
"I spilled hot chocolate on it so I had to change, I'm sorry my love." you stepped forward, taking his hands in yours. "But hey, you still won the game and you played amazingly, so maybe it wasn't so lucky after all."
"Well the jersey was for extra luck, my main lucky charm is you, so thank you for being here." he sighed and pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.
"You're welcome, although you don't really need luck because you're so talented, James." You chuckled, feeling him squeeze you a little tighter as he nodded.
"But I was worried about today's game for a second so can you please wear the jersey next game?"
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â â§.* romance in the red line
â â§.* summaryďšYou and Nami attend Vivi's well-planned sleepover, and meet a new face the next day.
â°â⤠.đĽ Ý Ë pairingďšone piece x fem!reader
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â â§.* chapter vďšthree's a crowd
âWow, ViviâŚâ You took a deep breath in, marveling at the architectural wonder before you. âThis isâŚâ
âTotally awesome?â Nami chimed in, looking around the room.
âI was gonna say that it rivals the work of Michaelangelo, but that works tooâŚâ you replied.
Vivi crouched down and crawled into the blanket-pillow fort, poking her head out and looking up at the two of you.
âFeel free to come in! There are many snacks for us to share and movies to watch!â Vivi said cheerily, tucking herself back into the fort.
Both of you crawled after her, choosing your spots within and diving straight into the generously provided snacks.
Nami shoved a handful of pretzels in her mouth, âYouâve really outdone yourself, Vivi.â
âFor sure,â you added. âHaving a sleepover wasnât on my college to-do list, but it definitely should have been.â
âAnd without the boys!â Nami cheered, kicking her legs excitedly. âNo Luffy here to eat all the food!â
Vivi smiled at you both, âIâm glad you are enjoying the sleepover! I donât have any siblings, so I have perfected the art of fort-making from a young ageâŚâ
âWell, thatâs what friends are for!â You took a couple pretzels from the bowl. âNow we can do all sorts of things you couldnât do back then.â
âAnd we can drink!â Nami interrupted, stealing a pretzel from you.
You rolled your eyes, moving over to the laptop to pick a movie, âIâll leave the drinking to you, Nami.â
âReally?â she snickered. âYou seemed pretty open to it when we were at the Baratie. If I can remember correctly, Sanji had to carry you back to the dormâŚâ
âHow the hell would you know that?â you gaped, crossing your arms defensively. âYou drank more than I did!â
Nami laughed, crossing her arms proudly, âI can hold my liquor pretty well, for your information! Iâve outdrank at least 30 grown men before!â
âWhat an accomplishment, Nami!â Vivi clapped.
You grimaced at Viviâs cheeriness, âDonât congratulate her for that, ViâŚâ
âAny more interesting bits of information from you, ____? A story weâve yet to hear, maybe a long lost love? Or perhaps you and SanjiâŚâ
âNope, not a thing,â you quickly countered.
âOh, youâre no fun!â Nami pouted.
You were quick to bring this party back on track, and away from your own personal life, moving to the laptop to search for movies.
âAlright, what are we thinking, gang? Romance? Comedy? Horror?â
Nami made a gagging noise, âEw, no horror, please. Iâm here for a good night, not a nightmare-filled one.â
âI do love romance!â Vivi said excitedly, looking over your shoulder with Nami at the selection of movies.
âAlso, I want something classic!â Nami reached for the laptop, scrolling endlessly for movies. âAnd no superhero stuff, or future-y stuff.â
âOk, well, weâve got Clueless, Mean Girls, 10 Things I Hate About YouâŚâ
â10 Things I Hate About You!â Nami shrieked, reaching over and clicking on the movie before you could stop her.
Vivi gave Nami a confused look, âIâve never seen it before, is it good?â
Nami scoffed, âOnly the best romance movie of all time! Trust me, Vi, youâre in for a treat.â
âAgreed,â you added, âitâs at least in the top ten best movies of all time.â
âMake that top five,â Nami corrected, leaning back into the pillows.
âIâm glad to be experiencing it, then!â Vivi cheered, joining Nami in her cushioned throne.
You cracked your knuckles, âAlright, ladies! Movieâs starting now, I expect all phones to be silenced and all mouths to be zipped! Now, please enjoy the show.â
âOk, mom,â Nami quipped, throwing her arms behind her head.
âYou wish I was your mom.â
âNuh uh, my momâs already the greatest mom, like, ever!" Nami hissed, sticking her tongue out at you.
âYeah, I already know, we had a fantastic time last night.â You grinned, copying Namiâs pose.
You earned a pillow to the face for that joke.
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âI knew it! They belonged together from the start!â Vivi sobbed as the credits rolled, throwing her face into a nearby pillow and staining it with her tears.
âItâs a romantic comedy, Vi,â you said, pinching your nose, âyouâre not supposed to be crying.â
Viviâs lip wobbled, âI canât help itâŚâ
âShhâŚthere, there, Vi,â Nami cooed, rubbing the poor girlâs shoulders. âBe nice, ____! It was her first time seeing the movie of a lifetime.â
âIt was a romantic comedy, â you groaned, laying down in the mass of pillows.
Nami hummed, giving Vivi her blanket before collapsing down beside you.
âTell you what, girls,â Nami yawned, pulling her sleeping mask over her head. âWe absolutely need to go shopping soon. I know we all need a break after this heart-wrenching cinematic experience.â
âIt was a fucking romantic comedy!â
âWell, so was the Fault in our Stars, and I cried at that!â
âYouâre supposed to!â you yelled, hitting Nami with a pillow, âitâs not a comedy!â
âComedy, shmomedy,â Nami shrugged, âyou in for a shopping trip, Vi?â
Vivi smiled, her blanket pulled up to her chin, âYes, it sounds very fun! I would love to go out with the two of you again!â
âWell, I suppose that depends on our little roomie,â Nami smiled devilishly, turning towards you. âYou in, ____?â
You grimaced as the two girls looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer you didnât want to give. Namiâs eyes were dark and knowing, while Viviâs were light and full of happiness, unaware that Nami would probably coerce her into paying. You were more than capable of saying no to Nami, but Vi? A world with a sad Vivi was a world you couldnât bear to live in.
â...How about Friday evening, after classes?â you muttered.
âPerfect!â Nami cheered, sliding the sleeping mask down to cover her eyes. âIâll see you girls then. Just text me when you two are out of class and we can head out!â
âA terrific plan!â Vivi said, snuggling into her pillow. âI will see you both in the morning, good night!â
âYeah, night, Vi,â you murmured to yourself, fearing for the safety of your wallet.
And so you joined their roommates in their quests for sleep, shutting your eyes and curling up in the mound of blankets and pillows surrounding you, giving you a very cushioned send off to the world of dreams.
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â...up, ____,â a voice mumbled above you, though you were hardly able to make out their words on account of the pillows smothering your ears.
Instead of responding, you just rolled to your side and pulled the fluffy comforter over your body, deciding that whatever the person was trying to tell you wasnât worth it. You could decipher it in a minute, or five. Hell, why not just make it ten?
âWake up!â the voice, now shouting, called out.
The dull pain in your ears was nothing compared to the unexpected pain in your face as a pillow hurled at top speed smacked you in the head.
âHey!â you shrieked, clutching your cheek and looking around frantically. Nami stood above you, fully dressed with a hand on her hip, brows furrowed.Â
âAre you kidding me? How many times are we gonna have to wake you up?â she huffed, throwing a pile of clothes at you. âYouâre lucky I set my alarm for earlier, you still have time to get ready.â
âMy savior,â you groaned, examining the clothes laid before you. âThanks for the clothes, though.â
Nami certainly had style, and it wasnât hard to see with her daily outfits. What she picked for you chic, but comfortable enough to walk to your classes in, and wasnât that the college dream?
âOh itâs nothing, just something I threw together for you,â she giggled. âViâs in the shower right now, so once sheâs done and dressed we can head out, âkay?â
âGot it, girl boss.â You rose from the jumbled mess of pillows and blankets and stepped carefully over to the closed bathroom door, gingerly knocking.
âVi, itâs me! Mind if I come in for a sec?â you called out.
A muffled âyesâ came from the other side, so you creaked the door open and stepped inside with your bundle of clothes, doing your best to get dressed as quickly as possible.
âSorry for the intrusion, Vivi,â you apologized, slinging the top over your shoulders.
âAh, itâs no problem, really!â she said from behind the glass walls of the shower. âI hope you had a good nightâs rest after our sleepover.â
You scoffed, âOh, believe me, the rest was wonderful. It was the wake up call that sucked.â
Vivi laughed heartily, the sound echoing in the cramped bathroom, âThis is the second time Nami has woken you up, yes? I am glad I missed this time, the first was quiteâŚbrutal.â
âBe lucky youâre not on her bad side, Vi,â you snorted, pulling your phone out.
Aside from notifications from games and emails, you did have a couple unread texts from Sanji this morning.
| Mr. Prince: Good morning Sleeping Beauty!!!!! | Mr. Prince: <333333333 Read 8:12 AM | You: lol i swear you say the same thing every morning | You: do all the women in your life get the princess treatment? | Mr. Prince: Just you! | Mr. Prince: I swear princess <33333 | You: swear your loyalty to me and iâll believe you | Mr. Prince: ;3; | Mr. Prince: If it means earning your love⌠| Mr. Prince: Iâll do it!!!! | You: lol iâm just kidding | You: pls donât do anything rash | Mr. Prince: ;3; | You: go forth and take care of every princess!! | You: that is my command | Mr. Prince: You are too kind!! | Mr. Prince: I wilokgopp;;;;;
You raised an eyebrow as Sanjiâs final text, clearly too disordered to be anything except for a violet keyboard smash.
| You:Â did you die prince charming? | You:Â itâs only like 8 in the morning lol | Mr. Prince:Â its zoro | Mr. Prince:Â sanji needs to get ready so im taking his phone away | Mr. Prince:Â see u guys at 9 | Mr. Prince:Â Attachment (1) Image
The picture featured was a selfie of Zoro and a very angry Sanji, the latter attempting to wrestle the phone out of the formerâs hands. You could also make out a very blurry Luffy crawling over a horrified Usopp in the background, clearly trying to be a part of the picture.
âIâll give you some space, Vi,â you said, exiting the bathroom and making your way over to Nami amongst the mess of comforters.
âI got a text from Sanjiâwell, from Zoro, technically. Theyâre planning on heading down at nine, if thatâs cool,â you said, sitting beside her.
âYeah, thatâs fine,â Nami responded, scrolling through her phone. âWeâll probably have a few minutes to kill, depending on how fast Vivi can get ready.â
Viviâs voice rang out from the bathroom, âI will be out shortly, do not worry!â
âTake your time, Vi!â you shouted back before turning to Nami. âJudging by Zoroâs texts, Sanji might be a while.â
âThat tracks,â Nami sighed, a smile slowly forming on her face. âKnowing him, heâs probably ironing his suit right now.â
âOr curling his eyebrows.â
âOr waxing his shoes.â
Viviâs head poked out of the bathroom, clearly trying to hold back her laughter.
âPerhaps,â she giggled, âhe is powdering his nose!â
The room was silent for a second before the three of you burst into laughter, doubling over at your stupid jokes. You could afford wasting a couple of minutes to laugh, unknowing that the boys were, indeed, waiting for Sanji to finish ironing his suit.
âPancakes arenât that bad, Vi,â Nami said, drizzling her stack of pancakes in tangerine syrup. âYou just gotta add what you like on top!â
âYeah, Vivi!â Luffy said, voice muffled as he stuffed his face with his seventh pancake. âYouâve got syrup, sugar, butter, ice cream, gravy, meatââ
âYou canât put meat on pancakes, Luffy,â you pointed out, sliding your plate further away from Luffyâs potential grasp.
âSure you can!â Sanji said, carefully decorating his own stack. âThereâs plenty of traditional recipes that utilize meat and âpancakeâ, though Iâm not sure you could call every example a pancakeâŚâ
âIâm saying you canât put meat on pancakes like how Luffy does it.â You gestured to Luffyâs plate, which consisted of pancakes with huge pieces of steak and chicken on top.Â
âTheyâre not even serving steak right now!â Usopp hissed, looking at Luffyâs food with a mixture of awe and terror. âThis is crazy! Heâs crazy!â
âPancakes donât have any special nutritional benefits, but they are yummy,â Chopper remarked, taking a bite of his cotton candy-covered pancakes.
âI will stick to rice, but I thank you for your unique perspectives,â Vivi said, giving a polite smile to everyone.
âHere here,â Zoro agreed, taking a sip from his bottle.
âStop drinking during breakfast, you have classes afterwards,â you whispered, nudging his shoulder.
âIâll quit when Iâm dead,â he responded unflinchingly, taking another swig.
You sighed, continuing to eat your meal amidst your chattering table of friends. Every conversation seemed to switch, both in topic and participants, every five minutes. You were able to catch details about the introduction of new majorsâas if Grand Line didnât have enoughâas well as the topic of Luffyâs potential major.
âCome on, Luffy,â Usopp said, pointing his fork in Luffyâs direction, âyouâre gonna have to choose a major soon. Why not try engineering?â
âI donât wanna do math!â he pouted.
âYou could do exercise science like Zoro,â Nami added. âIsnât Ace doing something similar?â
Zoro hummed in agreement, âI think youâd like it, Luf. Youâve gotta learn a little bit, but you might like it.â
âBut I donât wanna copy Ace!â Luffy cried, shoveling more food into his mouth.
âIf youâre interested in it, then youâre not copying,â you reassured.Â
âBut Iâm not interested.â
The table sighed in unison, knowing that any hope of finding Luffy a major would be short-lived on account of his short attention span.
âWell, you can always talk to your advisor,â Sanji concluded, wiping his mouth with a napkin. âOr your brothers. Theyâre juniors, arenât they? Should have plenty of experience.â
âOh, yeah!â Luffy exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat. âI bet Sabo would know what to do! Heâs way smarter than Ace!â
âI wouldnât say that out loud, Luf,â a blond man sitting behind Luffy said, turning to face your group. âYou know how Ace gets when you compare us.â
Luffyâs momentary confused expression turned to one of glee as he tackled the man, grabbing onto him like a koala.
âSabo!â he shrieked, earning the attention of nearly half the cafeteria.
âI think I remember something like this happening with the other brother,â Usopp grimaced, looking all around as if something would hit him at any moment.âHas he been there the whole time?â you whispered to Nami.
âIâve only started sitting here since last week,â Sabo replied, giving you a knowing smile. âI heard Ace had a rather ostentatious entrance, so I thought Iâd surprise Luffy in a little quieter way.â
â...Iâm not sure you can call this quiet,â Nami said, watching Luffy squeeze Sabo rather violently.
âDoes this mean Luffyâs off our hands?â Sanji asked, peeking over at the reunion.
Sabo seemed to think for a minute, looking between Luffy and your group, before saying, âI doubt heâll let go in time for his classes, so I can take him for a bit.â
âSounds good to me!â Nami cheered, standing up from the table. âWe should all head to class anyway.â
âHave fun on your field trip, Luffy!â Vivi smiled, waving at Luffy before dashing out of the cafeteria with Nami.
You grabbed your plate and turned to Chopper, âDo you have class right now, Chopper? Iâm heading over to the science building to talk to a professor before my biology lab, so we might be heading the same way.â
âI have my chemistry lab there in a bit!â Chopper said.
âPerfect, we can head over now.â You smiled, before thinking for a second. âAre you in organic chemistry, Chopper? Or are you in some higher class?â
âNo, Iâm still in general chemistry,â Chopper nodded excitedly, but then looked down at his feet. âI think Iâm in your classâŚâÂ
âOh, shit,â you blurted, feeling guilty. âWhere do you sit? I donât think Iâve seen you in class beforeâŚâ
âIn the front.â
â...Really?â
Chopper blushed, looking embarrassed, âI canât see when I sit in the backâŚâ
âWell, I can sit up there with you tomorrow!â you offered. âIf thatâs not a problem, that is. It might be nice to have someone to talk to.â
âIâd like that!â Chopper smiled, picking up his bag. âBut we should head over now, before all the spots get taken.â
You slung your bag over your shoulder, calling back to the table, âSee you guys later! Donât let Luffy cause too much trouble, please!â
Sabo waved back, laughing, âIâll do my best, but he can be unpredictableâŚâ
âHey!â Luffy shouted, âIâm 100% predictable!â
âThatâs notââ
Before the conversation could grow into an uncontrollable argument, you escaped with Chopper in tow. Luffy may be unpredictable in seemingly every other aspect of life, but you could certainly predict how that was going to go. There would be no winners in that cafeteria, only poor, emotionally-scarred college students.
Itâs truly amazing what you can learn from someone despite knowing them for less than a month.
âI fucking hate chemistry, Chopper,â you deadpanned, feeling wrinkles etch on your face as you looked over the lab youâd gotten on Tuesday.
Youâd been sitting at one of the few tables in the building, trying to get a start on your lab before Chopper finished completing the in-class portion of his, but youâd been struggling with question two for roughly the entirety of Chopperâs lab, leaving you feeling hopeless, even with the aid youâd received from the professor.
Chopper looked shocked, joining you at the table, âItâs not that bad! I promise itâll get better, ____! If you want, I can help you study?â
âTruly, Chopper,â you sighed, âI think Iâm a lost cause. But Iâll still take you up your offer.â
You dug your phone out of your pocket and opened your contacts, swapping info with Chopper. Another friend to add to the collection, and this one had inherent value to your major!
âThanks, Chop.â You smiled, tucking your phone away. âI should probably head to my psych class now, so good luck with your lab.â
âThank you, ____!â Chopper beamed, waving you goodbye.
Luckily, your psych class was in the next building over, so you didnât have to worry about being late. In fact, the only thing you had to worry about was your chemistry lab. Psychology wasnât too hard for you, especially back at South Blue High. It was basically just memorizationâalbeit a lot of memorizationâthat you didnât really struggle with. Differentiating ideas could be a tad difficult, but nothing you couldnât manage. Way better than chemistry, at least.
Your class wasnât all too great, however. It was full of people who didnât really want to talk to others, leading to incredibly bland discussion times. Their lack of enthusiasm killed your vibe, so despite the subject being a total snoozefest, you werenât really looking forwardâ
âHey, ____!â Luffy yelled, waving at you from a lone table near the back.Â
Sitting beside your rambunctious friend was his brother, Sabo, who also gave you a polite wave.
â...Is this part of the field trip?â you asked Sabo.
âWell, Iâm TA-ing for this class, so I thought it might help Luffy to learn about other subjects!â Sabo said, grinning.
âWait, youâre the TA for this class?â You raised an eyebrow, setting your bag down at a nearby desk. âI didnât see you on Wednesday, and you werenât introduced either.â
Sabo leaned back in his chair, âIt was a spur of the moment thing. Iâm a sociology major, but I thought I might dabble in psychology. Itâs fascinating, the mind, and what you can do with itâŚâ
âYou sound like a supervillain.â
âMe? A supervillain?â Sabo gasped, putting a hand over his heart. âIâll have you know, I am the kindest, gentlest, utmost altruistic gentleman this world has ever seen! Isnât that right, Luffy?â
Luffy blinked, not a single thought going on behind his eyes, âSabo is totally awesome! One time Ace dared him to eat a caterpillar, and he did it!â
â...Gentleman, huh?â you snickered.
Sabo shrugged, his grin tugging at one end of his mouth, âWhat can I say, I was a strange child. But not as strange as LuffyâŚâ
âHey!â Luffy yelled, shaking Sabo violently as the latter laughed.
âWell, if you have any questions, just ask,â Sabo said, easily pushing Luffy off. âThough, you seem like a smart cookie, so Iâm sure youâll do just fine.â
âOr you could ask me!â Luffy shrieked, trying to push back against Sabo.
You laughed, finally taking your seat as class began. With Sabo and Luffy providing you company, the class wasnât so bad. Sabo was nice to talk to during discussion times, as well as when you were filling out your notesâthough it was slightly grating to hear your notes being critiqued. Luffy, despite being reprimanded by the professor multiple times, kept the mood of the entire class up. Luckily Sabo was good at smooth talking, or else Luffy would have probably been expelled. You can only break the same desk so many times before being a lost cause.
As soon as the clock struck 3:20, everyone filed out of the room. You left with Sabo and Luffy, making your way over to the cafeteria for dinner, though Sabo planned on showing Luffy one more class before officially ending their âfield trip.â
âHas any class struck a chord with you, Luffy?â you asked, glancing over to your friend.
Luffy seemed to think for a moment before speaking, âNope.â
âSeriously, Luf?â Sabo groaned, pulling on his hair. âNot even sociology? Come one, itâs awesome!â
âI hate sitting in a classroom all day!â Luffy pouted, dragging his feet as he walked. âI wanna do something cool, like being a firefighter!â
âWell, you can bring that up to your advisor,â you offered. âIâm sure thereâs a degree thatââ
âFire Fist!â
You felt a tug on your waist as Sabo pulled you ever-so-slightly closer to him and away from Luffy, and within an instant you understood why. Hurling towards Luffy at top speeds was Ace, who tackled Luffy and sailed into the nearby grass patch.
âThatâs 572 to 0, Luffy!â Ace cackled, slapping his brother harshly on the back.
Luffy heaved for a couple of seconds, clearly trying to catch his breath after being so blatantly assaulted by his older brother.
âIâll get you next time,â Luffy scowled, jumping to his feet. âIâve been working on my punches too!â
âOh, Iâm shaking in my boots,â Ace snorted.
âNow, now, guys,â Sabo said, releasing you. âYou almost hurt this poor young lady! What would Dadan say if she saw you now?â
âDonât leave the house until youâve done your chores?â Luffy responded, picking his nose.
Ace punched Luffy again, causing the latter to fall over onto the grass. He stepped up back onto the sidewalk, approaching you with an apologetic smile on his face.
âSorry âbout that, ____,â Ace chuckled, scratching his head. âBut brothers will be brothers, ya know? Canât go a day without tackling one of them.â
âI seem to manage just fine,â Sabo coughed.
â...In other news,â Ace said, âI thought I might invite Luffy and his gang of palsâthatâs youâto a lovely restaurant in order to celebrate the upcoming hockey season!â
âIs it really hockey season? School literally just started,â you deadpanned.
Ace barked out a laugh, âEvery season is hockey season, baby! Now, I have other plans currently that Iâm 10 minutes late forââ
âYouâre what ?â Saboâs eyes widened as he turned to Ace.
ââand I need to be there soon, so Iâll take your stunned silence as a âyesâ to coming, and Iâll see you Saturday night at eight!â
Before you could even respond to Aceâs outlandish statements, he sprinted away as quickly as he came, dashing throughânot aroundâgroups of people, knocking over countless bystanders as he ran away.
âYour brother is a work of art, Sabo,â you finally said, feeling breathless watching Aceâs escape.
Sabo only snorted, looking down amusedly as his little brother rolled angrily through the grass.
âWhich one?â
â...Fair point.â
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Out of my Sight -Modern!Anakin - NSFW
!NSFW!MDNI!
Saw this post and had to share thoughts IM SORRY.
' you and anakin are both young and went to the hometown's stadium for a date with your family. Luckily y'all snuck away..
! Warnings : Smut, Blowjob, semi-public, slightly aggressive?? (hair-pulling, grabbing, etc.) choking !
"Hey dad? Can Anakin and I go grab some hot dogs?" Batting your eyelashes as if you could do no wrong. It was a big stadium, and your dad had made it clear that you weren't allowed to wander alone. Maybe if Anakin was near, you two could have some alone time.
"Mmm..." Your father grumbled. "I guess, but don't let her out of your sight, alright?" He directed his attention to Anakin. Anakin quickly nodded his head and lifted out of his seat, offering his hand to you.
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You swear on your life, the plan WAS to go get a hot dog, but somehow you found yourself in the family labled bathroom gagging on Anakin's dick.
"Ani! Ani!" Spit spilt out of both corners of your mouth as you looked up at him wide and teary eyed.
"Shhh." His hand twisted itself in your hair, mimicking how he was gasping for air in the moment. "I'm almost done okay baby?" He smiled down at you mischievously. God his voice made the bruises on your knees worth it.
You nodded aggressively, as loud wet noises bounced off the walls. He started to thrust his hips up into your face, shoving your nose into his cologne. The sudden harsh motion left you unprepared and choking. Anakin cooed, taking note of your runny nose and eyes. His hand made its way to your cheeks, still enveloped around his cock. Lifting your head up by your hair with one hand, the other puffing your cheeks together to allow himself to pull out of your mouth, "You're gonna swallow for me," He groans, resisting the urge to slam himself back into your throat. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until you do."
You looked up and smiled at him, his grip still around your face. He let go of your cheeks and placed both of his hands on either side of your head. "Open up baby." Your jaw fell open almost immediately. He took the opening and slammed your head down with his two hands onto himself, repeatedly.
Strings of moans and whines came from the both of you as he rushed himself to the breaking point.
"Fuck."
Anakin groaned, thrusting his hips shakily into you, riding out his high. "Are you okay doll?" He asks, lifting you from the bathroom tile. You nod, mouth still full of him.
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You and Anakin made your way back to your seats together, red faced.
"Took you long enough." Your dad mumbled. "Did you swallow the thing whole?"
You went wide eyed, forgetting how you originally left for a hot dog. Luckily Anakin covered. "Sorry sir. They ran out of them. We had to look everywhere for even a pretzel." Anakin and your dad both chuckle.
Anakin helped you into your seat next to him, and you both snuck glances throughout the innings. After about five minutes Anakin turned to you, and mouthed, "Are you okay?" You nodded. "You've just been kinda quiet..." Anakin whispered worriedly.
You looked at him, gave him a tightlipped smile, then dropped your jaw to reveal a sticky white coating in your mouth. Anakin's jaw went slack.
"Swallow."
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SECRET SANTA (h.r) 18+
pairing: dom!renjun x f!reader
summary: when you are renjunâs secret santa and you choose to get him a silly present, but the night ends with him splitting you open on his couch.
genre: @jenoslutie âs christmas collab, smut, fluff
warnings: best friend!renjun, pocket pussy mentioned, unprotected (seems like all my fics.. but pls use protection!), cute renjun, softdom!rejun, creampie??
word count: 1.6k
a/n: YOOO yall donât know how many time i had to scrap the damn fic. i was so close to ending this account thatâs how bad it was fr.. also i am so sorry for how late this is i was trying my best to finish it with how many times i deleted it and tryna keep up all my course work ,, hope yall can enjoy and look past how late it is âŚâŚâŚalso listen to this song bc it was on repeat while i was writing this!!
renjun was one of the hardest people to read, he was very quiet and kept to himself. unlike the rest of the guys, he didnât hit on you or make sexual jokes around you. you were convinced he didnât make any jokes of that sort at all.
you smile as you mentally read his name off the slip you just drew from a cup. you and your friends decided to do secret santa, following the usual tradition you had all followed.
you spotted renjun sitting at the kitchen counter, snacking on some chocolate covered pretzels. he would talk from time to time, but most conversations was held by you and the others. you sit on the counter facing him, staring down at him. âjunnie?â
he hummed softly as a response, âare you not having fun?â you say with a sad tone to your voice.
he quickly straightens his posture before responding, âi-im having a lot of fun!â he says with a slight smile.
you smile back at him taking his hand and leading him to the living room, where everyone else was singing and dancing.
you snickered to yourself as you wrapped up renjunâs gift. unsure of what to get him you thought youâd get him something silly and something he needed. your friend group was very open about hookups and lack there of. renjun, however didnât really talk about any of that. so what better gift to get him than something he could use to pleasure himself?
you were getting ready to drop off his gift. he didnât have a lecture today and he wasnât working so it was the perfect time to swing by his apartment. you also didnât want any of your friends to see the gift, they tend to make a big deal out of things.
you rung the doorbell to his apartment, quickly making your way in when he let you in.
âjunnie!â you exclaim hugging him immediately. âiâm your secret santa,â you say with a bright smile to your face handing him the wrapped present.
he smiled and took the gift placing it under his small christmas tree. âtake a seat, let me get you some hot chocolate,â he said heading to the kitchen.
you take off your jacket and place it on the hanger by his door. snuggling into his cozy couch, and covering yourself with the blanket you had crocheted for him. âjunnie iâm gonna search for a movie to watch!â you yell from the couch, earning a small âmhmâ from him.
scrolling through the new releases you chose a random rom-com, and renjun came back just in time with your mug of hot chocolate and some cake. he sat down next to where you laid, getting under the blanket and letting your head rest on his lap.
the movie started with the main characters hating each other, and you were intrigued this trope being your favorite. your focus kept shifting as renjun kept playing with your hair, his slender fingers massaging your scalp.
you relaxed into his touch, your mind hazy at the softness of his fingers. âfuckk,â you moaned, accidentally. you cover your mouth quickly realizing what just happened. he chuckled, slowly pulling his hands out of your hair.
your face is reddening but you try to hide it by looking at the screen, focusing once more on the movie. which was probably not a good idea. youâre not even sure how long he was massaging your scalp, but by the time you looked back there was a sex scene.
you clear your throat awkwardly as you watch it, rubbing your legs together and shifting around. âare you okay, y/n?â you quickly look up at him from his lap and nod your head yes rapidly.
âyes!â you exclaim. âsorry if i was moving so much,â you say moving to sit next to him. focusing on the screen once more.
you let out a sigh of relief as the movie came to an end. âyou know,â you start, moving towards his tree. âyou can open your present,â
he nodded walking towards his tree, grabbing the cutely wrapped present. âyouâre right,â he said as he neatly ripped it apart. his eyebrows furrowing in question looking at the box under the pink wrapping paper. you sit back on the couch sipping on some water as his mouth forms an âoâ. âyou got me a fucking pocket pussy?â
you burst out into laughter, spitting out the water in your mouth. he walked towards the couch while holding the present in his hand. ây/n,â he started, lifting up your chin up to face him. your eyes wondering everywhere but to his own. âwhyâd you get me this?â
his tone was deep, with a serious undertone and it made you nervous. you had never seen him like this, you didnât even think his voice could go that deep, dropping a few octaves from his normal voice. âi-im sorry.. i just wanted to give you something to help yourself!â
he looked down at you angrily, âwhat? you thought that just because i didnât fuck you that i didnât fuck anyone?â he leaned down closing the gap between you and him, âyouâre right, though.â
you could feel his breath on yourself, making you even more nervous. âdo you know why that is, y/n?â you nodded your head no as a response, unable to get any words out. âwell, itâs because i want to fuck you, i always have.â
you gasped at the words, throat closing up at his words. âfuck it,â he said before closing the gap between you two, pushing his lips on yours. his hand sneaking around your body, one around your neck to deepen the kiss the other gripping your hips.
you moan into his mouth, he pulls away slowly. âi need you right now, y/n,â he says. âthen fuck me, junnie!â you say in excitement awaiting his next move.
his eyes were full of lust and warmth, he kept steady eye contact with you as his he started getting on his knees between your thighs. he pressed the hot warmth of his mouth onto your clothed pussy. chuckling against you as your back arched from the friction. âbaby, relax your body,â
you whine as his fingers grace your cunt, he plays with the waistband of your panties. âplease! please do something renjun,â you pleaded him making him laugh at you before pulling your panties down and lapping at your pussy.
his hand grip at your thighs, and his tongue works your folds. he sucks on your clit like a madman, hungry and thirsty for you. âyouâre so fucking wet, y/n,â he says while adding two fingers into your hole.
you gasp, throwing your head back, a scream ripping through your throat. âfuck, fuck!â you moan out, your hands making their way to his soft hair, grabbing a handful to guide him more into your pussy.
renjun looks up at you, seeing your pleased face, smiling to himself. ây/n, baby are you close?â he asks you in a sweet tone.
âmhm! fuck, yes iâm close junnie!â you moan out as a response. and just like that your body felt empty, your orgasm is quickly interrupted. a sadistic chuckle escaping him as he sees the sadness on your face. âwhyâd you stop?â you pout.
he smiles, cupping your face with his soft hands, caressing your hair before saying, âi want to feel you,â he says simply, kissing your swollen lips, âi wanna feel you come against my dick,â
you bite your lips, using your hands to pull his sweats down. letting his dick spring out against his abdomen. âcan i ride you?â you ask, whispering into his ear as if youâd be ridiculed if you said it any louder.
âfuck, y/n, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.â
you smile, climbing onto his hardened dick, using his arms as support. you both let out a pleased sigh as you sank down into his dick, slowly letting yourself adjust to his size.
you started to slowly bounce, but renjun had different plans. his hands rest on both sides of you, forcing himself into you fast, making your eyes roll back. he giggled bringing his head to rest on the nape of your shoulder as you rode him slowly.
the room was filled with the sound of your bodies slapping against each other, and your loud moans along with his quiet moans. you ran your nails over his toned back, biting his shoulder softly.
he uses his hands to lift you from bouncing, causing you to whine. âshh, baby,â he said pushing your head onto the soft couch in his dimly lit living room. you can feel yourself feeling hotter against his hard dick.
renjun aligned himself, hand resting on your lower abdomen, slowly entering you feeling himself against your lower stomach. âyou alright y/n?â he asked earning a response from you almost immediately.
âyes, yes fuckkkk!â you scream into the cushion you were holding for support. âyouâre fucking me so good, junnie.â
he smiled to himself, his thrusts becoming sloppier. he could feel himself getting closer and closer to coming undone. his hand worked its way to your clit rubbing circles, making your eyes roll back harder than before.
your legs were threatening to give up on you, and renjun gripped your hips to hold you up. âwhere do you want my cum?â
you moaned at the question, âin me please!â
he complied with your request, cumming in you. your body gave up on you, letting you fall down onto the couch. renjun let out a low chuckle. âyou fucked me crazy, junnie!â
he smiled at you, pressing a kiss onto your lips, your eyes half closed. âyeah, i guess i did,â he laughed at your fucked out state. âdo you still think i need that pocket pussy?â
you giggled, âdefinitely not, you probably think iâm the worse secret santaâŚâ
he smiled, âthis was the best gift i could ask for,â he said placing a soft kiss on your lips.
#nct smut#nct#nct 127#nct 127 smut#nct dream#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct u#nct x reader#perfumejamal#renjun#SoundCloud
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sugar coated !
bf!jinsik x gf!reader
summary: a quick game of pepero between you and your boyfriend jinsik!
genre: suggestive, fluff
warnings: i wrote gf!reader but thereâs not any explicit mentions of gender or pronouns or anything of the sort so anybody can read this tbh, pepero game, making out, like twelve excessively different ways to describe kissing (no like itâs actually a bit silly), jinsik calls reader baby once, reader calls jinsik sweetheart once
a/n: this was just a very short drabble i wrote cause i just wanted to just get it out so idk how well this is actually written or if it even makes any sense. i also didnât rlly proof read it but F IT WE BALL. i also tagged it under smut but its not rlly smut its just super suggestive but i didnât know what to tag that as so đ forgive me i tried
âiâm gonna go get some snacks from the kitchen, you want anything?â jinsik grunted as he stood up from his spot on the floor, using his hands on his knees to help himself up. you look up from your classwork before smiling and shaking your head. ânot anything in particular, no.â you said before going back to the paper you had been working on for the past two hours.
jinsik nodded before turning out the room, the sound of bags crinkling and wooden cabinets opening and closing being heard as he rummaged around. you heard a loud âaha!â come from the kitchen, making your attention turn to the open bedroom door as you waited for jinsik to pop into the door frame. he practically stumbled into the room in his excitement, a bright gleam in his eye and a smile on his face as he held up a small red box in his hand. he shook the box, letting the contents of it thud around before holding it out. you squint and lean forward to read the small white text: pepero. you lean back and raise your brow at the boy. âpepero?â he nods up and down.
âuh-huh! you know what people do with it right?â he wiggles his brows and winks teasingly at you, which only earns him a roll of your eyes.
âreally, jinsik? i donât have time for your silly games.â you huff out, but the gentle smile on your face shows that youâre not really that annoyed at him. you could never be annoyed at his little shenanigans; it was one of the things you loved about him. you turn back to writing your assignment before he drops to his knees next to you, making you flinch at the sound of his knees hitting the floor before you look at him out of the corner of your eye. he grabs your hand to make you stop writing before clasping it gently in his hands, sticking out his lips in a pout.
âpleaaaaaase? just one game?â he begged. you stared at him blankly for a moment before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh with a roll of your eyes.
âfine.â his eyes immediately lit up as soon as the words left your mouth, wasting no time to start prying the small cardboard box open. you laughed as you watched him fondly before he finally got the box open, holding up one of the sweet, chocolate covered sticks up between the two of you. he made a dramatic show of placing the pretzel side of the treat in his mouth, wiggling his brows at you.
you laughed and rolled your eyes before shuffling closer to him, taking the chocolate between your teeth and looking up at jinsik through your lashes. his face started to turn a light shade of pink and swallowed harshly at the gaze you were giving him, before he snapped out of the daze you had put him in. he was glad the small treat left a few inches of space between you out of fear that if you were any closer youâd hear how hard his heart is beating.
âyou go first.â you tell him, making his brows furrow.
âwhat? why me?â
âbecause you were the one to suggest this.â he sighed before adjusting his posture, as if moving positions would help him gather the courage to bite closer to you. he tested the waters first, barely moving a centimeter along the treat. you rolled your eyes before moving significantly closer, catching jinsik off guard and making his eyes grow wide with surprise. he composed himself before taking a bigger bite, matching the one that you took. inch by inch, bite by bite, the space between your lips grew smaller and smaller.
your eyes had been trained on the shortening length of the pepero, but the moment your noses brushed, you both paused as your eyes snapped up to look into his. you found he was already looking at you with half-lidded eyes, studying you intensely. his eyes trailed down to your lips before looking you in the eyes again. you grew embarrassed under his unwavering stare. before you could make a move or even say anything, jinsik brought his hand up to cup your jaw before taking the rest of the candy in his mouth and pressing his lips against yours.
a small âmph!â left your lips before you sighed into his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut and you melted against his lips. the kiss started off gently; quick, soft presses of your lips before pulling back slightly then going back for more. jinsik could taste the sweet chocolate on your tongue, only making him addicted and desperate for more. one of his hands snake down to slide around your waist, his arm wrapping around your back to tug you closer to him as his other hand stays against your cheek. you wrap your arms around his neck and press your torso against his as you shift yourself to sit in his lap when the kiss starts getting more intense, your fingers tangling into the hair at the base of his neck.
you let him tilt your jaw to the side to deepen the kiss, heavy pants and small whines being let out into each others mouths. you feel the palm of his hand splay out flat against your back to arch you into him, your chest pressing against his as you pull him impossibly closer in return. after a few more kisses are exchanged you start to pull away, only to have jinsik chase after you. âjinsikâ mmph, sweetheart, i have to get back to my paper,â you mumbled against his lips but the only acknowledgment you earned from him was an âmmmâ in response.
he took your bottom lip between his teeth softly before pulling back, tugging your plush lip as he did so. this time, you were the one chasing after him. your eyes fluttered open to be met with a sight you could never get tired of seeing: jinsik with his hair messy, face flushed, and a soft smirk on his kiss swollen lips. he pet you from the top of your hair down to rest his hand on your cheek again. âcâmon, baby. the paper will still be there when weâre done,â he leaned his face down to brush his lips against yours. âiâm just borrowing you for a few minutes. or a few hours.â jinsik smiled against your lips at the last comment, kissing you again as a tactic to convince you to let him give you more. it was working.
âokay,â you whisper back. âbut just a few minutes, okay?â jinsik nodded, but you both knew you were lying. he shifted under you to have enough stability to lean you back while supporting your weight. he had one hand on your back while the other rested behind your head to lay you down on the floor gently before his arms come to cage around your head as he hovers over you. the sight of his toned arms, his purple hair falling in front of his face, and his stupidly attractive smirk had your heart racing and thighs clenching around his hips as he leaned down to take your lips in his again, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders without any hesitation.
needless to say you did not get back to your paper that night.
#fullmirror#xikersmirror#xikers fluff#xikers x reader#xikers#jinsik#jinsik x reader#ham jinsik#ham jinsik x reader#xikers smut#jinsik fluff#jinsik smut#ham jinsik fluff#ham jinsik smut
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Just Give Me A Reason~ E.M
Author's Note: You loves can not get enough of my angst, can't you?
Anonymous asked:
Would you do something with eddie and reader are dating and she's very affectionate and kinda clingy etc but anyway they end up getting into an argument he yells at her for the first time and it makes her cry really bad like hiccups and all he feels awful and it's immediately trying to calm her down bc she looks so small crying like that it breaks his heart after that she's always scared he's gonna yell at her again and eddie can tell she's always walking on eggshells around him it breaks his heart but she gets worse when she finds out she's pregnant and she's really scared to tell him like terrified I love your angst so can you make like super angsty but ends in fluff bc eddie is truly a sweetheart
@ceriseheaven
Angst/ Fluff
Eddie clenches his jaw as he takes a pretzel out of his bag while you sit next to him, playing with his hair. You and Eddie have been dating for quite some time and you're the type of person that loves to show her affection.
" Can I have one?" you asked, taking his hand underneath the table to lace your fingers with his but he rolled his eyes as he offered you a pretzel. He doesn't look at you or turned around to kiss your cheek like he used. Things have been different since the beginning of your relationship.
" Thank you, Eds" you said, taking the pretzel from his hand. A frown on your face as you place your hands on top of the table muting out the conversation that brought your boyfriend attention rather than you.
Eddie notices the change of mood coming from you as he rolls his eyes again. You always do this, you cling onto him and want to be affectionate but he isn't used to that and doesn't really like it as he thought he would.
" Y/N" Dustin calls out you and you look up, holding sadness in your eyes but it's gone the minute he frowns and notices. " Are you coming tonight over at Steve's? It's movie night."
" Sure, Eddie's going to pick me up. Right, Eds?" you asked, reaching over to peck him on the cheek but he moves away and stands up, grabbing his lunch box muttering he has deal to make at the spot.
You sigh, feeling the tears coming.
"I'll see you later" you mumble. Eddie doesn't respond as he leaves the cafeteria.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
You arrive at Steve's on your bike, hurt that Eddie didn't bother to come pick you up as he usually does. When you walk into Steve's house, he embraces you with a hug. You knew Steve since he was King Steve, although the two of you weren't too friendly at the beginning, he has became one of your best friends.
" It's been a while since I've seen you, buttercup" he says as he walks with you into the living room. Eddie is already there sitting on the couch with Dustin, as the two were in a deep conversation. Your eyes land on your boyfriend in hopes he would turn his head and look at you. He doesn't
" I've been around" you respond making yourself known to everyone else.
" Y/N!" Robin yells with her hands in the air as she rushes over, almost tackling you in a hug.
" Good to see you too, Robin" you laugh as you hug her back. Nancy comes from the kitchen with two bowls in her hands as she sets them on the table.
You look around for a spot around the living room, Dustin notices you have arrived and moves to get up when Eddie pulls him back down by the back of his shirt. Dustin shoots you a sympathetic look.
" Is everything okay between you and Eddie?" Robin asks as she leans over to whisper in your ear. You nod with a shrug.
" as good as it gets" you mumble as you settle down on the floor near Nancy's feet. Steve walks around Eddie and Dustin to get to his spot and shoots Eddie a dirty look.
As the movie night continues, you have your arms wrapped around yourself feeling your eyes sting with tears. Eddie hasn't casted you one look since you got here. What happened? Did you do something wrong?
Your heart sank into your chest as your mind ran over the things that you thought you did to cause Eddie to act like this. You came up with nothing and moved closer towards near Eddie's leg.
He took a glance down at you to see what you were doing and when he saw you moving, he excused himself to the bathroom. You looked around the room and notices eyes on you as if asking if you were going to talk to him or something.
You answered them by following him in the bathroom. When the door opened, you shoved him inside causing him to stumble. He gripped on the edge of the door to not fall over.
" What is your problem?" He asks once noticing it was you who had pushed him back in the bathroom. You put your arms across your chest as you looked at him.
" My problem? What is your problem, Edwards?" you hissed. He winced at the usage of his full name.
He scoffed as he looked away, " Look. I don't have time for this, Y/N. The next movie is about to start" he says as he shoves past you.
He used your name instead of sweetheart and it stung. He never really called you by your name unless he was made of upset with you. But even if he was upset, he would talk to you about it. This was another thing.
You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room where everyone was to see Eddie was putting on his jacket.
" Where are you going? I thought you wanted to see the next movie" you say with an eyebrow raised and leaning against the wall. He doesn't even look at you as he says, " I'm tired. I'm going home."
You stared at him in disbelief. He was tired?
No one else said a word as you followed him out of the house after putting on your shoes.
" Since when do you leave in the middle of movie night?" you asked watching as picked up his pace to walk over to his van. He was running away from you and from this conversation. " Why are you running away from me? Since when did you become a coward?"
He stops in his tracks as your eyes outline the Dio on his vest. He turns around to face you with his nose scrunched up and his eyes darker than the shade of brown.
" What do you want?" he spats through his teeth.
" I want to know why my boyfriend is being a dick!" he grits his teeth. You reached out and take the pack of cigarettes in his hands.
" Give that back" he says, reaching for it but you pull it away and instead scrunched it up into a ball and throw it to the ground. His eyes widen at your action and he's seething. If you looked at him as you walked by, you would see the steam coming from his ears.
" I didn't get an answer, Edward"
" BECAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS CLINGY AND TOO TOUCHY, YOU'RE ALWAYS AROUND AND NOT LETTING ME BREATHE!" he yells, causing you to flinch.
Never have you heard him yell like this. Not at you.
Your eyes brim with tears as you step back. He is breathing increased as he stares at you with wide anger eyes, his nose scrunched with his fist to the side.
A small whimper escapes from you, the tears are rolling down your face and your lip quivers. His gaze softens at the sound of your whimper as he reaches his hand to touch you. You shake your head, with a small hiccup as your hands reach down to take the bike that was on the ground.
" Baby.." he starts to say but your already sitting on the bike and ready to get out of there. " Baby, I'm sorry.." he says as he reaches his hands for the bike handles. You roll the bike back and pedal away from him.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
Eddie crawls up to your window feeling like an idiot for yelling at you. He hates that he was the reason for your tears, the whimpers, the hiccups that he heard. Steve had walked out on the front yard, grabbing him by his vest and pushing him against his van. He had yelled at Eddie for being such an idiot and forgetting that your love language was touch.
Eddie had forgotten that you told him that you were the type of person to always show the person you were with, that you cared and loved them being being affectionate. Holding hands, kissing, sitting next to the other, taking in their interests etc.
He peeks through the window of your room seeing you with your knees to your chest as your head is buried into the pillow. His heart sinks even more at the sight.
He taps on the window three times letting you know it's him. You hear the taps against the window, and freeze. You didn't want to see him tonight.
" Baby.." he calls out to you. " Please open the window, it's cold."
You huffed as you turn to sit on the bed, glaring at the window with tears rolling down your cheeks.
" Go home, Eddie" you stood up from the bed and draw your curtains close letting him know he has hurt you and he wasn't about to be forgiven this easily.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
Eddie finds you the following day, outside during lunch against the tree doodling in your notebook. You notice the Reeboks standing right next to you and freeze in your spot. Your heart races at the thought he was going to come over and yell at you.
You swallow the lump in your throat.
He kneels down, the chain jingles as he takes in the sight of you. You lean back into the tree making you look smaller to him that you already are. He can see your scared.
He hears the whimper and his heart breaks into two.
" I'm not going to yell at you" he says with his hand reaching out to move the hair away from your face. He wants to see your face better.
You are the most beautiful girl in the world in his eyes.
A tear runs down your cheek but he catches in time, brushing it away with his thumb.
" Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean it" he says as he sits down on the ground. " What are you drawing?" he asks but you shut the notebook closed and put it besides you.
Your hands are on your knees as silence is between the both of you.
" Sweets" he calls out to you but your already standing up with your notebook as you walk back into the school.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
You're browsing for a movie in Family Video, making conversation with Steve and Robin when the door opens and in walks Eddie. He pauses at the sight of you with your eyes widen, looking fearful.
His gaze softens. He really does miss you. He misses your touch, your giggle, your laugher, the way you say his name, the way you wrap your arms around him, the sleep overs you two have, cooking for him, sitting in the campaign's, the way your hand feels with his, the dates you two go on, smoking with you, the way he calls you his girl and most of all he misses your kisses.
" Munson" Steve greets him.
" Robin, Harrington" Eddie greets them. Robin waves.
Steve and Robin look between you and Eddie to see if anything was going to happen or any words were being shared. But there was nothing.
" I gotta go" you dropped the film you were going to rent out and moved towards the door when Eddie blocks you in from leaving. You stop in your tracks as you wrap your arms around yourself, averting your gaze from him, shaking a bit fearing he would yell at you again.
" I miss you, sweetheart" he says. His head tilting to the side as he tries to have you look at him. " You look adorable today" he tells you eyeing your outfit, a small smile on his face.
" T-thanks" you say as you look back at Steve for help.
" Let her go, Munson" Steve says seeing the worried look on your face. Eddie moves away with a frown as you walked past him to the door.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
Your eyes widen as you stare a gap at the words on the test that is sitting on your sink. Tears began to spill down your cheeks and hands shake.
The wasn't happening. Were you ready? How were you suppose to tell Eddie?
You picked up the test from the sink and blinked your eyes a couple of times thinking it wasn't real. That this was some sort of joke that was being played by you.
The test drops from your hands and lands on the floor. Your hand comes up to your mouth as you cry into it.
You were pregnant.
Eddie was the father.
You sank to your knees and laid on the ground, eyes on the test as tears rolled down your cheeks.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
A knock came to the drama room as Eddie paused in what he was about to say. His eyebrow scrunched up as he stood up from his throne.
" Who is that?" Mike asks.
" Is it someone important?" Gareth asks.
Eddie makes his way to the door and throws it open and to his surprise, it's you. Your arms are wrapped around yourself as you stepped into the drama room, eyeing the others at the table as they waved to you.
You sniffled through your tears as you waved back.
" Can we talk?" you asked Eddie. Eddie glances at you with worry in his eyes. He can see how shaken you are around him but he can tell from the look on your face that it's something else.
" Alone" you add, looking at the others.
He holds out his hand from you to take. You glance down at it, the rings on it as your own hand itches to hold his. You have missed holding his hand in yours.
Your hand slipped into his, and a warm feeling goes through Eddie. He can't help but smile as he pulls you outside of the drama room and down the hall. He knows very well the sheep will try to listen in.
He stands in front of you with his hands to his side after he drops your hand.
" Eddie" you start to say his name. For the first time in awhile, to Eddie it was like angel singing to him. He missed the way you would say his name.
" Yes, sweets?" he offers you a gentle smile.
You rub your arm up and down feeling your heart race at what you were about to tell him.
" I'm pregnant" you tell him. There is silence between the two of you. You don't know what else to say. You are scared over all. But he had to know, you weren't going to leave him in the dark.
" Sweetheart" you feel his fingertip brush against your own asking if he can hold your hand. You let him as he interlaces his fingers with your bringing it towards his lips.
" Are you serious?" he asks, his is in quiet in shock hearing the news. His eyes are wide, heart racing and his eyes full of love. You raise your head to meet his gaze.
" I am, you're the father"
" Can I?" he asks, holding his hands out asking if he can touch you and bring you closer. You nod, he wraps his arms around you and brings you flush against his chest. The smell of pine, weed, cigarettes and his shampoo feel like home to you.
Your arms wrap around him.
" I'm so sorry for yelling at you, I'm sorry for making you fee like you were walking on egg shells around me. I'm sorry I made you feel the way you were feeling. I never want to make you feel like that again" he pulls himself away from you and cups your face with both his hands.
" We are going to get through this, I am not leaving you. I love you, sweets."
" Together?" you sniffled through your new fresh tears.
" Together" he says as he kisses your nose.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x female reader#jewls writes
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Hobie Brown Headcannons
I have some horrible brain rot for this man and I need to let it out somehow, so uh. Here you go ig.
Hobie Brown x gn!Reader
I think the whole fandom can agree when I say this man is Protective. Not in a suffocating way, no he would never, but in an observant way. He always has an eye on you and if you signal that you need his help he always, (and I mean always) comes in swinging. No one messes with his favorite person.
Heâs generally pretty observant, but when it comes to you it seems like heâs somehow even more so. If you need help getting something off a high shelf heâs behind you getting it down for you with a small smirk and a kiss to the top of your head before you can even say anything. Itâs not that he doesnât think youâre capable, he knows you are. His love language is just acts of service. And he loves you a lot.
Heâll also help you out in other ways. If you happen to be a person who gets a period he will know your schedule like the back of his hand. And if youâre cursed with irregular ones heâll somehow know before you even do when youâre gonna start (spidey-sense anyone?). Heâll come prepped with your sanitary device of choice as well as chocolate, sweets, and anything else you may need.
On a similar theme this man is firm believer in cuddles. He needs them or else he is incapable of functioning. How is he supposed to go deal with idiots if he hasnât received his dose of love? He canât. Thatâs how.
As said previously this man is tall, (6â3) and fairly spindly too. When you cuddle this man is going to be wrapped around you like a pretzel. His arms will be around your waist, you canât tell where your legs end and his begin, and your chests will be pressed up right next to one another. Good luck if you need to get up to pee. You will not be getting up until this man has woken up enough to realize what youâre trying to do. And even then probably not. Hope you have a bladder of steel cause youâll be needing it.
When you do finally get this man out of bed, I can see him being the one to cook. Heâs not a great chef by any means but heâs not half bad either. You wonât see him making anything fancy but he has perfected the art of simple yet delicious meals. I saw someone else head-cannon that this man makes a delicious oatmeal and I couldnât agree more. This man makes the best oatmeal youâve ever tasted.
On the note of food, dates! This man loves taking you out on the town, but only small locally owned places! No contributing to capitalism here! If youâre new to London youâre lucky cause you just scored yourself the best tour guide in town! Heâll show you all the best pubs, small ones tucked away in alleyways. Best places to watch the sun set over the skyline, hangout spots, picnics, this man knows it all and he will gladly share his knowledge with you!
After all is said and done and heâs done showing you around the city, chances are heâs gonna have to suddenly disappear on a⌠very long bathroom trip. What do you mean you saw Spider-Punk swinging by the window two seconds after he left? What a coincidence!
Seriously though, this man hates lying to you and will refrain from doing so in anyway he can. He might not outright tell you heâs spider-punk, but he wonât not tell you if that makes sense. Iâve seen multiple other people head-cannon that heâll just leave little hints around and wait for you to connect the dots and I whole-heartedly agree. He knows that youâre smart and he has faith youâll figure it out quickly.
Once you do figure it out and confront him a considerable weight has lifted from his shoulders. He hates hiding things from you, lying to you about why he disappears for considerable amounts of time. And now that you know he doesnât have to!
In all seriousness be prepared to be awoken at 2am from tapping on your window. When you open it Hobie falls in, in his Spider-Punk suit, 12 different shades of black and blue and coated in blood. This happens multiple times a month. Youâll get used to it. Probably.
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A/N: Welp first time writing for Hobie⌠Let me know what you think! Iâm very unsure about his characterization. Although itâs very hard to write him well cause they gave him SO little screen time đ Iâm in the trenches over here trying to do this man Justice.
#key writing#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#atsv x reader#hobie brown atsv#hobie x you#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x you#hobie x reader#atsv fanfiction#atsv x you#spider punk#spiderverse#spiderpunk x reader#spiderpunk x you#Ughhhhh words cannot DESCRIBE how much I love him#This is just pure word vomit but I had to get it out
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Pretzel Shapes
Pairings: Survey Corps x Black!Reader - Their Fave Position
Word Count: 786
Warnings: none
A/N: These are the positions that I think the guys would go feral for. But tell me what you think is gonna send them over the edge!!
Headcannons Masterlist
Eren - The ButterflyÂ
This gives him the most control AND the best view. Youâre practically spread eagle before him and Eren almost doesnât know what to do the first time he gets you like this. But over time, he gets more skilled with your body and handles it in all the right ways. Your breasts, your legs, your pussy - it's all exposed to him so best believe heâs gonna try to utilize EVERYTHING.Â
Levi - Cowgirl
After all, youâre both the same size lying down. Levi likes for someone else to put in the work everyone once in a while considering heâs always the one rescuing others. But what he enjoys most is seeing you take what's yours and take charge of his body; even if it means relinquishing control for a little while.Â
Erwin - missionaryÂ
Itâs hard for Erwin to give up control, even in the bedroom, and missionary allows him to do just that. He loves pinning you to the mattress and tasting your lips. Loves wrapping your long legs around his waist. Loves the feel of your nails scratching down his back. Loves looking deep into your eyes each time you come. Missionary is sexy, intimate, and electrifying all at once.Â
Connie - side sex
You know the one. That position where you're both on your side, legs intertwined with each other as your partner slowly rocks into you? Yeah, that one. While it started off with Connie being a lil lazy, itâs become a way for him to feel close and connected with you. Foreheads pressed together and limbs tangled beneath the sheets. It's truly chefs kiss.Â
Jean - standing
Just extra as hell, but it boosts his ego and keeps him strong. A two for one special if you will. It becomes a three for one special when you cum on his dick. Jean has been fond of this position after you once complimented him on his toned muscles and he decided to show you just how he intended to keep them that way. You enjoyed rubbing on his bulging biceps and sculpted abs just as much as he loves how entranced you are by his body - all of his body.Â
Onyankopon - reverse cowgirl
I think Ony enjoys putting people on and it's a trait that definitely follows into the bedroom as well. He would legit turn you out, teaching you exactly how he likes to be pleasured. And heâd especially like seeing his hard work on display. The way you place your hands on your knees and bounce just right. Even when you grow tired and decide to put them thighs to work, fingertips digging into his legs for support. Or how about when you look back at him and tuck your plump lips between those pretty teeth. Mhmmm, he wonders what heâll teach you next.
Reiner - full nelson
In all honesty, I just wanted a different position lmao. But now that I have it, let's get into why Reiner might certainly indulge in it. It's a position directly inspired by the wrestling move it's named after and as someone who thrived in hand to hand combat, heâd for sure enjoy the challenge that it brings. While this isnât his go to, Reiner would appreciate how dependent it makes you. Dependent on him to keep you safe, keep you satisfied, and as much as he can, keep you comfortable. Heâs only bussing out this move for special occasions and when he does itâs usually in short spurts, but boyyy does his dick touch all the right places when he does.
Armin - Saddling
Think of it as a really intense lap dance where his lover would essentially ride him but in a chair. Of course this can be done on any surface with the cowgirl or reverse cowgirl position if you will. However, I would say Armin prefers the cowgirl saddling just because of the sensuality of it all. Youâre both chest to chest, hip to hip, face to face. Thereâs nowhere to go and nowhere to look but into the deepest depths of your lover's eyes. Nothing to do but feel how much they crave your body. That raw desire that goes beyond sexual tension. Its definitely the position that makes him want to start a life with you.
Floch - doggystyle
I think Floch would like this position because heâs honestly shocked that he bagged a bad bitch. Like her body is TEA. Stomach flat and ass fat, he goes feral for the way it bounces back at him. While he initially enjoyed it for the visuals, he fell in love for the sensations. Lets be clear, Floch appreciates your body in ANY position, but itâs something about doggy that lets you shine best.
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what friends do
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Nalu
Rating: T
Nalu Week 2024 - ( @allaboutnalu @thenaluarchive )
Summary: Lucy gets a little too happy and does something (maybe not) regrettable.
Chapter 7: what friends donât do (yearning)
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She pulled the bread slices out of the oven and finished throwing together the saladânot that she thought heâd eat any of it.
He was busy setting her small dining table with silverware and napkins. A moment later, they were seated and digging in.
âThat really was a good move,â he was saying between bites. âIt woulda worked if you found a way to pin at least one of my arms. We can work on that next time.â
Lucy slathered some butter on a piece of bread. âYeah,â she muttered mournfully. âIâve been planning that one for a while. You kept getting me with those low sweepsâI wanted to try something that took advantage of that.â
âNot a bad strategy,â he hummed. âIf you had your whip, you coulda used it. So at least in a real fight with a real bad guy, you could pull it off.â
Lucy pouted. âYou can be a real bad guy when we spar.â
âWhat?â he cried. âIâm a perfect gentleman.â
âReally?â she drawled. âWhat about that time youââ
âThat doesnât count,â he said, narrowing his eyes.
They both were referring (or refusing to refer) to the time that Natsu had very indecently (and, he insisted, accidentally) groped her ass while trying to force her to release him from a quite complicated hold.
I didnât know what I was grabbing! heâd sworn. Youâd twisted us into a pretzel!
âYeah, whatever,â she acquiesced. âAnyways⌠donât you think Iâm getting better?â
âLoads!â he said cheerfully, swallowing his last bite of fish before licking his fingers. âI donât know if today counts as a real victory⌠but youâre getting stronger every time.â
Lucy rolled her eyes, but she appreciated his honesty. He was leaning back in his chair lazily, watching her finish her plate. She felt a little self-consciousâshe was wearing her typical t-shirt and pajama shorts, but his eyes seemed to be roaming a little more than normal. At first she wondered if sheâd gotten food on her shirtâbut upon looking down, nothing seemed out of place.
She stood and gathered their empty plates. She brought them to the sink and turned on the hot water, figuring sheâd go ahead and clean them. When the water was warm enough, she doused the sponge with soap and began to scrub.
Is he just gonna watch me do this? she thought after a minute. I wish heâd do something useful, like take out the garbageâŚ
She heard him stand with a grunt, and his bare feet padded quietly on the hardwood as he approached to stand behind her. While she rinsed the plates, she inspected his hazy reflection in the window above the sink: he was looking down at her with drooping eyes and a lazy smile. When his hands came to brace themselves on the bar on either side of her, her attention went from his reflection to the veins on his forearms, the calluses on his fingertips. His breath surprised her when it brushed her earâbut what surprised her more was when he continued to angle his head until his mouth hovered above her cheekbone. His lips brushed her skin lightly, as if testing for something, and then pressed firmly there.
âFor the food,â he muttered.
When he didnât release her from the trap of his arms, she slowly turned her head to meet his eyes from over her shoulder. His were piercing, watchful. His face was slightly red, but not anxiously so.
She swallowed. âI was happy to do it.â
His eyes flicked downward. âYeah?â
Wrong thing to say, she thought in half panic. But upon second thought, she realized it might have actually been the perfect thing to say. She thought sheâd say something else.
âMovie?â she asked, her voice cracking just enough to make her blush even harder.
His lips perked into an easy grin. âSure.â
She cleared her throat. He released her.
As she changed into pajamas, she willed her heart to slow down and utterly failed. When she returned to the living room, she saw he had found a bag of popcorn and was pouring some into a large bowl. He never used the microwave; he was too impatient, and his magic was perfect for the job.
They settled on the couch, and he handed her the remote. âYou pick,â he said, draping his arm over the couch back. She had her legs flung over his; it was a nice way to stay close without being so close that she couldnât think.
âReally? Anything I want?â she teased, leaning forward to grab a handful of popcorn, which was wedged between his calves.
He curled his lip. âNothing mushy.â
She giggled. âThought so.â
Lucy shuffled through the different options that were available and settled on an action flick sheâd seen once before. There was a romantic subplot, but she figured there were enough explosions to make up for it.
Thirty seconds in, they both sat up to grab more popcorn, meeting in the middle. Though they had both filled their hands, neither reclined again, favoring instead to remain near over the bowl.
Lucy watched him shove the entire bundle into his mouth in one go. As he licked his buttery fingers, she felt her stomach flip in recollection of his lips on her face mere minutes ago.
She brought a piece of popcorn to her mouth and placed it on her tongue behind her teeth. âThanks for letting me pick,â she tested.
He fished out another handful, smirking sourly. âYou did make dinner, after all.â
Her fingers twitched in her lap as she watched him stare at her absently. âStillâŚâ she said.
She pushed herself up on her knees. Her hand sought balance on his shoulder. He stopped chewing. She moved quick, too afraid to linger in her uncertainty, and pecked him on his cheekboneâright where he had kissed her. The sound it made was sweet, and pronounced. She returned right away to her previous reclined position and filled her mouth with the rest of the popcorn in her hand. Her cheeks flushed, and she turned her head back to the screen.
The movie trudged on. Lucy forced herself to focus on it, no matter how often she felt his gaze burning into the side of her face through the dark room. As his thoughtful silence persisted, she wondered if she had pushed it too farâif he was weirded out by her arbitrary reason for the affection.
She also knew he could definitely hear her heart racing. She wouldnât be able to play pretend much longer.
But it seemed he was playing the same game. She was visibly red, but during a quieter part of the movie, he surprised her with a question.
âYou cold?â
Lucy turned her head toward him, grateful for an excuse to inspect him outright for the first time in a half hour. âHuh?â
âYour feet are cold,â he observed, pushing his toes into the sole of her foot. His gaze was nonchalant.
âOh. Uh⌠maybe a little,â she answered, a complete lie.
He sat up from his position leaning against the arm rest. He grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and loosened it out of its fold. âSit up,â he said.
She obeyed, eyes glued to his unreadable face.
Leaning forward to meet her, he flung the blanket around her back and secured it around her frame. She thought thatâd be the end of it, but he scooted closer still, his hot fingers collecting her hair from her neck and freeing it from the confines.
He was close enough for her to smell the salt on his breath. âBetter?â he breathed.
She nodded, dumbfounded and staring. He didnât look away. After a moment, Lucy wondered what he was waiting forâthat is, until he made a soft noise that was eerily close to a whine, angled his jaw toward her, and nodded his chin in a subtle expectant gesture while flicking his eyes to her mouth.
If her heart was pounding before, it was outright thundering now.
Her throat made a noise upon her sucking in a breath that sounded a lot like a gasp. She knew he heard it, but he still didnât move. His fingers had left the blanket at some point and were resting lazily against her ankle, which was between them. Slowly, she leaned her face forward toward his, which he did a poor job keeping angled properly. When she was close enough, she had to turn her own head rather sharply to reach around to his cheek. When she made contact with it, she heard him exhale, and his eyes fluttered closed. She lingered for a beat, her nose brushing the skin she had just kissed before she slowly pulled away. He turned his head as she retreated, the breath from his lips ghosting over hers until she was too far for him to follow.
His fingers stayed on her ankle, pressing more firmly now. She didnât recline fully back, but she did separate enough to regain her own air. The movie kept playing; a car crashed into the side of a brick building, flames breaking out on the screen. The room was dyed red by the television. Their skin flickered as they kept staring. Natsuâs jaw was clenched; hers was slacked.
He spoke again, and she almost didnât hear over the loud sounds of the film. âCan I have some of your water?â
It took a second for his words to fully hit her, but once they did, she nodded rapidly, angling her body to turn and grab the half-full glass on the end table. He placed the bowl of popcorn on the ground, since all that was left were kernels. She resteadied herself on the cushion and handed it to him with both hands, worried her fingers would tremble.
âThanks,â he mumbled, securing the glass from her.
She watched his throat bob up and down as he drank, and her throat ran dry. When he finished swallowing and returned it to her, she stole a couple of sips herself, emptying it. She placed it on the floor, not wanting to stretch far from him again, though she couldnât bring herself to lift her attention from the ground.
He tapped his pointer finger twice on her ankle. He wanted her attention.
Slowly, she lifted her face up again, but she kept her eyes lowered. They were already sitting closer now than they were before, so he didnât need to lean forward much to reach her. He brought his right hand to brush beneath her chin, tilting her up an inch. She couldnât meet his eyes nowâhe was too close for that. His lips were warm on her cheek, and he placed them an inch closer. Closer to where friends would never kiss each other.
He barely pulled back. âLucyâŚâ he began, and his breath was on her cheek as he spoke. âTell me... What am I supposed to do if everything you do makes me happy?â
Her heart was in her throat. They were so close now; they were breathing into each otherâs necks. Her hands clung to his shirt, holding him there. âYouâre exaggerating,â she whispered, clutching for a tone that was somewhat familiar while simultaneously longing for something new. âNo way I make you happy all the time.â
His lips were on her ear now, dragging, not kissing. âWhat do I do?â he asked again.
Lucy kissed the scar on his neck. It was right thereâshe couldnât help herself. âWhatever you want, Natsu,â was her faint answer.
He pulled back to look down at her, brows furrowed and lips parted. The television cast him in flickering rays of reds and blues and yellows. His right hand came to her neck, thumb tracing down her throat, then back up again. He brought his lips again to her, a mere inch from her mouth, and kissed her softly. He didnât pull away. Her eyelids were permanently drooping now, gaze fixed low. She felt her head turning, and she wasnât sure if she turned it herself or if his hand on her neck had done it.
Another kiss, a centimeter away now. She thought this was getting rather frustrating. âNatsu?â she urged, tilting the final bit to mingle their breaths.
It was timid, tantalizingâthe way he brushed his lips over hers without actually kissing her. It was like he was mapping her out before landing. A stupid thing, in her view, and very unlike him. She wished he would barrel right in, just like he did with everything else. But she let him explore. Let the air electrify. And when he finally pressed against her mouth firmly, she whimpered.
His hands were on her face. This was a long, firm kiss. They both inhaled each other like a drug. When this kiss ended with a sweet sound that churned her gut, she was worried heâd pull awayâbut he didnât. His mouth came back, lips rough but pliant, stealing every attempt of breath from her mouth. She had no idea kissing would be equally centered around teeth and tongues, alternating between avoiding and seeking them out.
After a minute, he realized all at once that his hands could do other things, too. He released her face and gathered her to his chest, yanking and tugging her close first by her clothes and then by the waist beneath them. He wasnât content until she was in his lap, her legs wrapped around his hips and his arms secured around her back.
His mouth was steaming hot. Tongue even hotter. It almost burned her own, and she sucked in a relieving breath when he pulled away to lap at her neck, which he could reach easily at this position. Her fingers were in his hair, on his shoulders, at his lower back, clawing the bottom of his shirt until it rolled up and exposed his skin.
Then, she was under him.
He propped his weight on his elbows by her head, her blond locks tangling in his fingers above. She bit his lip, and he found himself wanting to pull her hair, just a little, just to make her gasp. He tucked his hand under the nape of her neck and clenched his fist. When her mouth opened, he dove in again, deeper than before. Their foreheads brushed, and he felt the sweat collecting there.
He tore his mouth away, panting. She was wrecked beneath him, face almost as red as her lips and expression wild and helpless.
âToo hot?â he grunted, quiet but half savage.
Lucy, also panting, nodded her head. She could hardly think words, much less say them.
He peeled his body off of hers and brought her to sit up. He grabbed the empty glass on the ground and tore himself from the couch to fill it up in the kitchen. Lucy instantly shivered by the drop in temperature from his absence. She watched him return with heavy strides. He knelt in front of her on the ground and brought the glass to her lips. She drank until it was empty. As soon as the cup was removed from her lips, his mouth was back on hers for one, two, three firm kisses. But he wouldnât suffocate her again, no matter the fact that sheâd absolutely let him if he tried.
âNatsu?â Lucy squeaked. âI should tell youâŚâ
His gaze was fixed on hers, his breath held. âWhat?â he urged.
âI lied to you before. About friends kissing each other on the cheek when they were happy.â
She could see his pulse beating through the vein on his neck. Her words made him nervous, she saw, so she chased him for another kiss, placing her arms over his shoulders. He swallowed it whole.
She continued against his lips, âItâs kinda⌠for people who are more than friends.â
His eyes flicked from her mouth to her brown irises. âWeâre more than friends,â he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And after the thrill of his words settled into her heart, Lucy laughed. Hard.
âWhat is it?â he inquired anxiously.
Her forehead rested against his. âNothing. Just kiss me again,â she said, smiling.
And he did.
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