#haven’t watched it in years and just felt like doing a cozy comfort watch and BAM

[gabstea]

Cozy Library

Levi x female!reader Words: 768 No warnings, enjoy!

Nights had always been difficult for her. A good night’s sleep was a luxury. Tossing and turning beneath the sheets, which suddenly didn’t feel comfortable enough—hell, not even the pillow felt good enough, either too hard or too flat for her liking. She sighed, trying to focus on her breathing, closing her eyes, counting to 100. Nothing worked.

And when she did manage to drift off? It never lasted. Every few hours, a stupid little sound, almost imperceptible, would rouse her.

“Really?” A groan escaped her mouth as she covered her eyes with her arm, a clear testament to how frustrating this situation was. No matter how many years she had been dealing with it…  it never got easier.

The empty corridors helped clear her mind as she walked through them, almost every single night. And almost every single night she would cross paths with him—the feared Captain of the Survey Corps who happened to have the same problem as her…

Too much in his mind—plans, endless files, maps and the constant memories which haunted him every time he closed his eyes. So he would do the same: walk through every corridor, until inevitably ending up in a quiet and seemingly forgotten library.

The aroma inside of it was a blend of old books and a hint of dust that made most people wrinkle their noses. Yet, he found it comforting, allowing himself to forget, for a moment, how unpleasant the dust felt on his hands whenever curiosity led him to touch the shelves. The spot he usually chose to sit, the only area that has been cleaned.

When he started crossing paths with her, something changed. In his mind, the thought of her willingly choosing to follow him until that library felt… appealing. When morning came, he ordered a scout to clean the area, inspecting it himself later that same evening. Good enough.

A few nights later, as she wandered around, the faint scent of freshly brewed tea filled her chest with an unexpected warmth she couldn’t ignore. Her steps were cautious, silent, except for the occasional soft cracks of her joints against the cold stone. She ended up peeking through the door, her hair falling over her shoulders as she leaned in.

There he was. Levi is sitting in his usual spot, a teacup in hand. He glanced up, watching her. His expression as calm and indifferent as if they haven’t crossed paths in their entire lives. As if he hadn’t noticed her since he decided to join the Survey Corps years ago.

“Sorry, didn’t think someone was actually here, Captain.” She fidgeted with her sleeves. Levi frowned.

“What a stupid thought.” He mumbled. He wasn’t entirely wrong. The cozy library was softly illuminated by candlelight, and he knew that the scent of the tea he brewed could be smelled from the distance. It was obvious someone—he—was there.

The silence embraced the place, and when she opened her mouth to speak—some quick apology— he clicked his tongue and shifted on his seat.

“You gonna stand there all night?”

It wasn’t just a question. It was an invitation. He stretched out his legs, nudging the chair across from him with his foot and then nodded, the message was clear. A quiet laugh escaped her, and slowly, she walked, sinking into the offered chair.

“Why are you here?”

“Could ask the same. It’s past midnight.” He took a sip from his teacup, not taking his eyes off her. “We’ve been running into each other almost every night.”

Crossing her legs, she sighed deeply and looked at the table—the only thing between them.

“Trouble sleeping?” Levi continued speaking. His gray eyes softened for a second. It was subtle, but it was enough to make her chest tighten and a faint blush creep up her neck.

“That’s an understatement.” A shy smile appeared on her face, quickly trying to hide it by looking away.

He huffed quietly. “Figured.”

They didn’t say anything more, he sipped from his tea again and leaned back in his chair. She shifted under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her disheveled hair, or her large nightgown swallowing her whole. I look ridiculous.

“How long are you staying?”

His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

She blinked repeatedly, caught off guard. “Depends. Are you kicking me out?”

Levi raised an eyebrow. Lips curling into a smirk.. “Not tonight.”

His gaze softened again.

It was an invitation. One she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. Maybe their trouble sleeping wasn't so bad after all, not if it meant sharing a quiet, cozy library in the middle of the night.

[puffleyia]

changing room shenanigans

Cedric Diggory x fem!hufflepuff!reader (1.8k words) take this blurb. i haven’t written in awhile, too. Especially smut. but God forbid I starve, because I'm surviving off crumbs at this point. So-- i'm making my own food! :3 the fic is posted here, but you can also show some support on ao3. <33 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55057882

Warnings: smut, bjs

Summary: Eagerly, you watch Cedric during his quidditch practice, and even more so to finish. Getting a little impatient, you decide to follow him to the quidditch locker rooms. 

or

Soft dom Cedric tries out being a hard(ish) dom.

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You yawned as you stretched your stiff arms to get some movement in after a long night’s sleep, and your eyes still quite droopy. Eventually, you got yourself up and groggily got dressed in your uniform. As much as you’d like to stay in on such a fine Saturday morning, you didn’t wake up at the crack of dawn for nothing. Of course, being the supportive girlfriend you are, you promised Cedric you’d watch him during practice this weekend. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. Heading out of your dormitory, you decide to hang around in the common room. Cozying yourself up on one of the couches, you wait for Cedric. You see some of his teammates leaving for practice already, greeting you as they pass by. After a few minutes, you finally spot him already dressed up in his quidditch attire, broomstick in one hand and offering his other to yours. You gladly take it. “G’morning, love,” he says in a low tone, almost whispering. He yawns as he talks to you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Morning,” you mumble in response. 

“Sorry you had to get up so early.” He said sincerely.

“S’fine, really,” you assure him.

You two started to make your way to the quidditch pitch. The journey was mostly silent, though being interrupted with an occasional yawn. It wasn’t an awkward kind of quiet, though– it was a comfortable kind, something you could bask in.

Words didn’t need to be said right now to express any emotion. Sometimes it was silence that spoke the loudest.

Upon arriving, you rush up to get on one of the tall, empty stands. The team quickly gets to work, wasting no time in practicing.

Time passed by slowly, but it wasn’t necessarily boring. Though you wouldn’t admit the fact that you liked seeing your boyfriend progressively get all sweaty and dirtied up from it a bit too much.

As much as you liked watching practice, more specifically Cedric, you would like it even more to end. 

After what felt like a while, or long enough, it finally came to an awaited end. It must’ve roughly eleven o’clock by then.

You hurriedly get downstairs and meet him on the quidditch pitch, watching him as he slowly descends then dismounting his broom and as his teammates do the same. Whilst the others head straight for the locker rooms, he runs up to you and gives a warm smile.

“Hey.. I’m a mess, aren’t I?” He chuckles, seemingly amused at himself. He keeps a distance yet still remaining close enough, not wanting you to get dirty. “I don’t mind, really,” you say as you peck his cheek. “You look good. You did great back there, by the way. Surely we’re going to win the cup this year.”

He feels a blush forming on his cheeks at your comments. “Thanks.” A brief pause before he speaks again, “I’ll be on my way to the locker rooms to take a shower. Just wait for me, okay, love? I’ll be quick.” 

He’s gone off before you even get to speak.

A few minutes go by, and you start to get impatient. You know you weren’t supposed to, but you did it anyway. You snuck in the locker rooms. By that time, it seems that the rest of Cedric’s team had been gone by then. 

You look for the changing rooms, and by some miracle you walk in on just the right time. The only occupied stall’s door flung open, only to reveal Cedric walking out with his trousers on and is in the middle of putting on his blouse— but you were able to get a peek of what was underneath. He looked fresh from the shower, too, with his hair all wet.

If this is what you get to see after every game, you might just sign up for the quidditch team at this point.

You admired the few moments you had when he was shirtless, how the droplets of water ran down his toned body. It was as if he were carved from marble. He takes notice of you, his face flushing at the unexpected visit. He was putting on his golden striped black tie at this point. 

“Hi,” was the first thing he said. “Hi,” you reply back, the two of you grin at each other during the awkward exchange.

“Why’re you here?” He stammered, still a bit surprised. It wasn’t that you haven’t seen him getting dressed before, no, you have plenty of times. It was just completely unpredictable of you to barge in like this.

Feeling a bit mischievous, you don’t answer his question and push him back into the changing room, joining in as well. It was obvious that it was definitely fit for only one person.

The air in the room shifted quickly to something hot and heavy, filled with enough tension so thick you could probably use a knife to cut it. Cedric didn’t waste a minute, crashing his lips against yours. He slithers his hands onto your waist, pulling you closer so that you feel yourself press up against one another. 

You didn’t think it’d escalate anything beyond a make-out session. Oh, you were so wrong.

Your breaths became shallow, too caught up in the moment to think of anything else. Taking you aback, he suddenly, but gently pushes you down so that you sink onto your knees. Before doing anything else though, Cedric makes sure that you’re okay with this.

Too worked up already, his hand tightly grasps your hair as he shoves your face onto his pants, which does a very poor job of hiding his hard on. “Ced–” you try to speak, but before you could say anything he’s already unzipped his pants and is currently shushing you up with his cock.

“Shhh, just take it.” 

Compliantly, you let him take the initiative of the situation. He wasn’t touching you– or more specifically touching you in a sense to please you. Right now, he was trying to get himself off. Using you. Which you found incredibly hot.

It definitely is way out of what Cedric is used to, since making you feel good is always his top priority. It wasn’t until a couple of days ago you had a talk about this, you encouraged that the both of you try something new. 

While he was hesitant at first (of course he wanted to put you first), you assured him you’d feel good all the same. In the end, you both agreed on Cedric trying next time to be more.. selfish? Selfish. And rough.

You just didn’t think the “next time” you talked about would happen now, of all situations. 

You feel your stomach churn. (You felt like you were going to explode, honestly.) He made you feel all sorts of things, even if you weren’t really his main priority right now.

He slowly pushed himself into your mouth, still careful not to cause any discomfort. To tease him, you swirl your tongue around his dick as you hollow out your cheeks. He grunts at the sudden action. He bucks his hips against your mouth in response, causing you to gag as you take more of him in. 

You grab onto his thighs as if you were holding on for dear life as he begins bobbing your head. You look back up at him, seeing him with a really pleased expression– eyes closed, panting heavily, his jaw hanging, leaving his mouth open in an o-shape as he lets out soft groans.

You could hear him curse under his breath while also muttering words of praise. He only roughens his pace more, beginning to thrust into your mouth as you try to keep up by breathing through your nose, getting all teary eyed too.

“Merlin, you’re doing so well f’me,” he says breathlessly. All you can do is hum in response.

Each time he practically drives himself into your throat, you can feel the wind getting knocked out of you. (In a good way, of course.)  As much as Cedric loved to be slow, sappy, and romantic, he definitely had a filthy side to him and a thing for shanking around in places you aren’t supposed to. 

Yeah. You’d never forget the quickie beneath the staircase in the Yule Ball, or when he went down on and fucked you in the prefect’s bathroom.

Since you’re unable to control your pace nor take any breaks, saliva wells up in your mouth– escaping your lips as you drool onto the floor, and all over his cock. It only serves to fuel Cedric even more, and he only proves your point when you spot him with a slight smirk on his face.

The rush it gives you is overwhelming, you felt as if you’d come like this– untouched. You can’t ignore the wetness pooling in your underwear.

The firm grip on your hair gets tighter, his thrusts more erratic, and you were sobbing, gagging and drooling on his cock. You could tell he was close.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he pants, “just keep letting me use you,” his voice rough and low, that familiar tone he uses unconsciously in bed that you like. He would always be so into every moment that he does little things like that which he doesn’t notice– but you did. You loved taking note of them. 

“Oh, m’gonna–” He pushes your head, forcing you to completely take every inch of his dick. He cums as you’re being held securely in place, nose pressed up against his groin and all. 

Your head jerks reflexively, also gagging as hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow desperately. Your poor attempts leave his seed overflowing from your mouth, dripping down your chin.

Cedric pulls you away, his hand letting go of your head as he tucks his cock back into his pants. He was seemingly satisfied with himself.

You swallow the rest of his cum before you speak. “You should do this more often,” you manage to say, in a hoarse tone. He grinned at that fact, quite delighted at his work. “Yeah, I think I got a bit carried away,” he says, not a hint of sorry at all in his tone. 

“You did,” In an effort to look presentable, you wipe your chin, ridding any excess cum on your face. Also combing your hair, which had gone all frizzy, to straighten it out. Or trying to, at least.

“T’was good, though.” You say while flattening out your skirt, giving him a peck on the cheek afterwards.

“Glad you liked it then.”

Both of you hurried on to the great hall for lunch. His teammates exchanged suspicious looks. One asked why he took an unusually long time in the locker rooms. 

[blqstar]

Can u do jealous shoto nsfw? but if ur not comfortable with that u can js do fluff I dont mindddd‼️

-> oh yes ofc! a btc been waitin fa this one 😝 sorry for the late reply, baby. school really been kicking ts outta my ass so i been a lil busy 😟 plus my chromebook literally stopped working so i haven’t been able to write yall 😭 BUT a promise is a promise! i hope you enjoy this my love 💗

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling city streets, you and your boyfriend strolled hand-in-hand, your hearts filled with the giddy excitement of new love. You both had only started dating a few years ago, but the honeymoon phase was still in full swing. Every moment together felt like a whirlwind of passion and discovery.

You two decided to take a break from your usual routine and visit a quaint café nestled in the heart of the city. Its cozy atmosphere and soft jazz music provided the perfect backdrop for an intimate conversation. As you settled into a corner booth, you noticed a familiar face across the room. It was an old friend from high school, someone you hadn't seen in years.

"Hey, is that my friend?" You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up with recognition.

Todoroki, with his stoic demeanor, followed your gaze. His heterochromic eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the man. Your friend was tall and charming, with a playful smile that could light up any room.

"Yeah, I geuss so," Todoroki replied, his voice calm and composed. "You two know each other?"

You couldn't contain your excitement as you reminisced about the good old days. "Oh, we go way back! We were close friends in school. I haven't seen him in ages!"

Todoroki's expression remained neutral, but a hint of possessiveness crept into his voice. "I see. And what brings him here?"

Before you could respond, your friend had already spotted you and was making his way over with a broad grin. "Well, well, if it isn't my long-lost friend! You look even more stunning than I remember!"

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of nostalgia. The two friends embraced warmly, laughing as they caught up on the years that had passed. Todoroki, ever the composed gentleman, sat back and observed the reunion.

As the conversation flowed, you and your companion reminisced about old times, shared jokes, and laughed uncontrollably. Todoroki's gaze grew more intense, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn’t used to sharing your attention, especially with a man as charismatic as him.

"So, what brings you two lovebirds out today?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and Todoroki.

You giggled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Just a casual date. We're enjoying the city and each other's company."

He winked playfully. "Ah, the honeymoon phase. Enjoy it while it lasts. But remember, variety is the spice of life!"

Todoroki's jaw clenched ever so slightly at the suggestion, his stoicism momentarily slipping. "We're quite content with our arrangement, thank you."

You sensed the tension between the two men and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "So, what have you been up to all these years? Last I heard, you were traveling the world."

As the café buzzed with laughter and chatter, Todoroki's jealousy simmered like a pot about to boil over. He watched as you and your old pal engaged in playful banter, your laughter filling the air. The sight of your joy with another man ignited a fire within him—a possessive desire to remind you that you were his and his alone.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, hours had passed. You and him exchanged contact information, promising to catch up more often. As your friend bid his farewells, Todoroki stood, his tall frame exuding an air of silent authority.

"Let's head home, my love," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I think a punishment is in order."

You, intrigued by his sudden intensity, followed Todoroki out of the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The walk back to your shared apartment was filled with unspoken tension, the air crackling with electricity.

Upon entering your cozy sanctuary, he wasted no time. He pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive. You melted into his embrace, your body responding to his unspoken claim.

"You are mine," he growled against your mouth, his breath hot on your skin. "And I intend to remind you of that fact."

His hands roamed freely, exploring your curves with a sense of urgency. He traced the outline of your breasts through your dress, his thumbs grazing your hardening nipples. You moaned into his mouth, your body yearning for more.

Todoroki's fingers deftly unbuttoned your dress, revealing your luscious curves. His eyes darkened with desire as he feasted upon your beauty. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your lingerie.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "But I want all of you."

He guided you towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving your body. As you reached the bed, Todoroki pushed you gently onto the soft sheets, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice low and raspy.

You complied, your heart pounding with anticipation. His gaze fixed on your exposed pussy, wet and glistening with desire. He knelt between your thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to," he murmured, his fingers tracing your folds, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

Todoroki's skilled fingers danced over your clit, teasing and tantalizing. He slid two fingers inside your dripping wetness, curling them to find your sweet spot. You arched your back, pushing against his hand, pleading for more.

"Please, Sho," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need more."

With deliberate slowness, he added a third finger, stretching you, filling you with a delicious fullness. His thumb continued to work your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance. "Feeling my fingers deep inside you, claiming what's mine."

You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, I do," you managed to whisper.

Todoroki's fingers quickened their pace, his thumb applying firm pressure to your clit. Your body tightened, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

"Cum for me, my love," he urged, his breath hot on your neck. "Let me feel you come around my fingers."

His words were like a trigger, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Todoroki didn't stop, continuing to fuck you with his fingers as your orgasm subsided. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, to imprint the memory of his possession deep within you.

As your body calmed, Todoroki withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and satisfied. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes smoldering with desire.

"Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice filled with hunger.

He stripped off his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. His cock, hard and throbbing, stood erect, ready to claim you once more.

"I want to feel you around me," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting him in. Todoroki thrust forward, filling you with one smooth motion. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Yes, take me," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck me, Sho!."

He complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot. His hands gripped your hips, guiding him deeper with each thrust. Your bodies glistened with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air.

At this point, he didn’t care about the events that happened beforehand. You felt too fuckin’ unreal. "You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Tight and warm around me."

You matched his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his. The pleasure built, intensifying with every stroke. Todoroki's cock, slick with your juices, slid effortlessly in and out, driving you both closer to the brink.

"I'm close," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "I want to cum with you."

Todoroki's eyes flashed with determination. "Together, my love. Cum with me."

He quickened his pace, his body tensing as he neared his release. You felt his cock swell inside you, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he came, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

You lay entwined, your hearts racing and your bodies glistening with sweat. Todoroki's punishment was fulfilled, and you were left in no doubt as to whom you belonged to.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 32:-“Go on, open it.” - Bucky Barnes

Fandom: MCU

Character: Bucky Barnes

Naughty or Nice: Nice

It was a quiet Christmas, one that you've been looking forward too since it meant that you got to spend with one of the most special people in your lives.

One James Buchanan Barnes

You were nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. You had put a lot of thought into his gift, something that would reflect the side of him he rarely showed to the world. You knew how much he struggled with the holidays—how his past often overshadowed any moments of joy—but you hoped, just maybe, this Christmas would be different.

As you sat on the couch in the apartment you shared with the man you had glanced at the small box resting in your lap, wrapped in simple but elegant paper, a soft green ribbon tied neatly around it. Ace, your Siberian Husky, laid at your feet, his tail wagging slightly as he watched Bucky enter the room.

Bucky stood in the doorway for a moment, looking around the cozy room, his lips twitching lightly from how you decorated it. It brought him some semblance of peace.

Your eyes lit up the moment you saw him, your smile so wide it almost made the room feel warmer. “Go on, open it,” you said eagerly, holding the small box out to him. You were practically vibrating from excitement.

Bucky hesitated for a brief moment. He wasn’t great at receiving gifts,he’d never really had many over the years—but the way you looked at him, so excited and full of hope, made him soften. He took the box carefully, his fingers brushing yours for just a second before he began unwrapping it.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything,” Bucky said, his voice low but appreciative.

“I wanted too, you mean a lot to me Bucky."you replied, your eyes not leaving him for a second. “It’s… it’s something I thought you’d like.”

Bucky removed the paper, revealing a small, handmade leather journal. The cover was dark brown, worn-in, with an intricate design of a wolf etched into it—something he would never have bought for himself, but it was so fitting. He opened it carefully, running his fingers over the pages. Inside, you had written a small note in the front:

“For the memories you’ve yet to make. I hope you find peace in the pages, Bucky. Merry Christmas.”

He blinked, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through him. He wasn’t one for sentimentality, but this… this was different. This wasn’t just a gift. It was an understanding, an acknowledgment of everything he’d been through, and everything he was trying to move past.

“It’s… perfect,” Bucky said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

Your smile widened even more, your heart swelling at the sight of his reaction. You had known how much Bucky struggled with his past, and you hoped this would be a way for him to channel his thoughts, to find a way to put some of the darkness behind him.

A small chuckle leaving his lips as his fingers ran over the leather as he then glanced up at you, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “I haven’t really thought about doing that before.”

“Well, it’s never too late,” you replied, your tone light but filled with an unspoken understanding.

Bucky took a deep breath, then gave you a soft but genuine smile. “I’ll try.” Shaking his head he moved to sit next to you as his lips brushed the side of your head.

The two of you sitting together on the couch, Ace curling up at your feet. There was a comfortable silence between them now, one that didn’t feel heavy with unspoken words, but rather peaceful and full of hope.

You lent your head against Bucky’s shoulder, your voice soft, “I’m glad we’re spending Christmas together.”

Bucky’s arm instinctively found its way around you, pulling you closer. He didn’t have much when it came to family, but with you, he felt a sense of belonging—a connection he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Me too,” he replied quietly. And for the first time in a long while, he let himself believe it.

Because for the first time in a long time he felt truly happy.

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 12: High sex with fuckboy!Jisung

Trigger warnings: recreational drug use

Content warnings: names (babe, baby), oral (f receiving), a couple ass slaps, jisung is a huge tease with a little crush

Summary: He’s an old friend and a terrible influence and he’s determined to give you the best night of your life.

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Word count: 3k

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

It had been thirty minutes since you’d had your gummy and the fifty milligrams of Delta 8 was hitting faster than you’d anticipated. It usually took an hour for both of you but this was a different brand and you weren’t exactly mad about it. You couldn’t be mad about it, not when your senses were pleasantly dulled and your friend was sitting across from you looking like a whole damn buffet.

You watched as Jisung slumped in the cozy chair, manspreading as he got comfortable. He looked unbelievable like that, all relaxed sighs and lazy grins. He was stoned out of his fucking skull and it showed, given he was usually extremely animated and goofy. He tugged the front of his baggy charcoal shirt down, likely trying to adjust the collar, and your attention was drawn to his lap, where loose gray sweats outlined every inch of his lower half in excruciating detail. Fuck…

“Whatcha starin’ at, babe?” He teased, quirking an eyebrow at you. You took a deep breath and blinked back the fog in your mind, realizing you’d completely zoned out while staring directly at his dick. What had you been thinking about again?

“Hmm?” You looked at his face and he seemed to be checking you out. That couldn’t be right. You’d gotten high with him plenty of times - in fact, he was with you the first time you got high - and he’d never stared at you with such intensity before. You suddenly felt like his prey, just a piece of meat he clearly wanted to take a bite out of. Was something on your shirt? It had to be. Why else would he be staring at you like that? You looked down at yourself and found nothing amiss so you turned your eyes back to him and waited.

“You were totally checking me out.” He accused in a clearly amused tone and you shook your head immediately. No way. He was an old friend. Sure he looked like fucking Adonis, but there was no way you’d been checking him out. Right? “You were.” He chuckled and shifted in an attempt to draw your gaze back to his lap. It worked. You looked at his lap for a brief moment before quickly averting your eyes upon noticing the slight tent in his sweats. “You just did it again.” He teased. “Why don’t you come here and sate your curiosity?” He challenged and you finally looked at him again.

“Is this what you’re like with all women?” You rolled your eyes, amused and very obviously flustered.

“Only the pretty ones.” The way his gazed raked over your body was entirely deliberate. He glanced back to your face and winked at you, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in an obnoxious smirk, before letting his eyes fall back to your chest. “The ones I wanna fuck.”

“Oh…” Your face instantly heated up and you grabbed your phone, opening instagram immediately to avoid addressing that.

“Come on, you can’t seriously tell me you haven’t thought about it.” You began to worry your lip with your teeth, not responding, and he continued. “Well I have and there’s a whole bunch I wanna do to you.” He paused, watching you as you stared at your screen and tried not to squirm. Fuck that was hot... You weren’t scrolling through posts anymore, you were just staring blankly as you tried to avoid looking at him, panties already damp from the confirmation that he wanted you. “Wanna hear about it?”

You noticed him lean forwards, elbows resting on his knees as he scooted to the edge of the massive chair he was seated on. You did wanna hear about it but talking about sex was never easy for you despite having had plenty. It felt awkward unless it was with your very best friend, who told you all about her exploits in great detail. You slowly lowered your phone away from your face and locked it, holding it tightly as you cautiously met his eyes.

“I knew you would.” He grinned triumphantly as he sat back. You quickly looked at the table between you, trying to avoid checking him out. “You can look. We both know you want to.” Your cheeks burned even hotter at his comment and you pulled a throw pillow onto your lap, picking at the threads along the seam. “Hell, you can come touch if you want.” You certainly did want that but didn’t move.

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting for him to continue and almost forgetting your embarrassment due to the fog you were in, he carried on. “I’ve thought long and hard about what I wanted to do to you if I ever got the chance. Truthfully, I’ve wanted you for years now.”

“Me and every other female on this side of the grave.” You snorted. He laughed, knowing it was true, and resumed.

“Yeah but you’re special. I know I’m a slut, I wear the title proudly, but you’re different from anyone else I’ve ever hooked up with. All those girls were passing interests. But you? You’re the one girl I can’t seem to get to.” He sounded like such an asshole, like he was entitled to the attention of every female he came in contact with and you were just another woman to be conquered, but you still wanted him. It was kind of pathetic to be honest. “You’re the one girl I’ve spent longer than two weeks fantasizing about. I’ve always wondered what you’d look like underneath me, how you’d feel…I’m thinking about it right now.”

You watched as his hand slid from his thigh to the front of his pants, pressing his palm firmly against his erection and tipping his head back. He let out a short sigh as the pressure offered some sort of relief, lifting his head and looking back at you as he let off. “You got me all fucked up right now, babe.” He groaned softly and you felt like you’d explode if he didn’t touch you right then.

“My room.” You finally said, standing abruptly from the couch as you tossed the pillow and your phone down on the cushions. You didn’t wait for a response, immediately taking off towards your bedroom.

He sprung up from his chair and followed closely behind you, teasing you as he walked. “Already? I didn’t even get to tell you what I wanna do to you.”

“Then start talking.” You shrugged, opening your door and stepping aside for him to enter the room after you. He stood frozen in place for a second, staring at you in mild disbelief.

“And here I thought you were the shy type.” He scoffed. “Shy girls are too cute. So much fun to break down. So obedient, too, once you coax them out of their shell.”

“Talking about fantasies is different from acting on them.” You said as you grabbed his wrist and tugged him into your room since he wouldn’t get out of the doorway. “But for the record, I am.”

“Sure doesn’t seem that way to me.” He chuckled as you turned towards him, feeling suffocated as soon as you were facing him with your back to the door. “All the fun thoughts I’ve had might have to be revised.” He hummed as he trapped you against the cool surface behind you, one arm propped above your head.

You couldn’t avoid looking at him given the proximity so you simply avoided his eyes. “There she is.” Your hands curled into fists at your sides in anticipation when his free hand came up under your chin and gently forced your head back. “Normally I wouldn’t do this, but it’s you. I have to.” His voice was quiet as he inched closer, finally pressing his lips against yours after a moment of hesitation to allow you to back out if that’s what you wanted.

It was clear his reputation was spot on from the way he kissed you. Despite his claim that he didn’t shove his tongue down other girls’ throats, he was an expert at this and you found yourself getting worked up even further. Your hands unfurled and moved to his sides and his arm that was above your head dropped down to snake around your waist, pulling you against him rather roughly and earning a soft gasp. He lightly bit your bottom lip in response and you gripped his shirt so tightly your knuckles went white.

The hand he held under your chin moved away, trailing down your body until it rested on your ass, which he promptly squeezed. He licked into your mouth and you let out a soft whine, making him smirk against your lips. You briefly chased his lips when he pulled back and that damn smirk was still on his face when you finally opened your eyes. “I’ve thought about that a lot.” He whispered.

“What else have you thought about?” You asked meekly, trying your hard best to maintain eye contact.

“Stripping you down and eating you out for hours. Fucking you in every position I know and then inventing new ones just so I can hear you slowly lose the ability to form any words that aren’t my name.” Your breath hitched as a fresh wave of arousal washed over you, making you clench in anticipation. “How good you’d taste, how pretty you’d sound, how tight you’d feel around me…so many things, babe.” He began to guide you towards the bed as he spoke. “Can I do that? Fuck you ‘til you see stars and find out all the things I’m curious about?”

You could only nod as his fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt. He swiftly removed the loose material and let his arms circle around you to unhook your bra. He was wasting no time here. It made sense considering how long he said he wanted this.

As soon as you were entirely naked on your top half, he hauled you onto the bed and leaned over you to attack your chest with kisses and bites. You let out a soft whimper and brought your left hand up to your mouth, muffling your sounds with the back. A cloud of warmth enveloped your body as your mind went hazy again. Your impairment heightened your awareness of your physical being and you were ten times more sensitive to the pleasure you were receiving from his suckling on your breasts.

Your eyebrows knitted together as he began to move lower, muttering something you couldn’t comprehend about how badly he wanted you. You allowed him to tug your pajama pants off and propped up on your elbows to watch helplessly as he mouthed over the wet patch on your panties. He took a deep breath, appreciating the scent of your arousal, before running his tongue up your slit. “Can’t fucking wait to taste you…can I take these off?” He asked, looking at you through his lashes as he hooked his fingers in your waistband and paused.

You nodded vigorously and watched with what you assumed were wide eyes as he slid the thin cotton down your legs. The way he stared at your pussy made you want to vanish, to hide from his view, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move as he let out a low groan. He cursed under his breath as he briefly admired you before urging your thighs over his shoulders. Once he had you how he wanted you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you the slightest bit closer as he buried his head between your legs.

Your head tipped backwards and attempted to bite back a moan when his fingers spread you open for his tongue to circle your clit. “Lemme hear.” He mumbled, voice muffled since he didn’t want to pull away from your cunt for even a millisecond. As soon as the words left his mouth, he dove back in and there was no chance of keeping quiet when he sucked on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your arms gave way as you allowed yourself to fall back into the mattress, losing yourself in the moment. You were certain you’d never experienced such intense pleasure in your life and you knew it was because of the drugs. I’m gonna want him every time we get high now…

He was a fucking expert with his tongue and you realized why he was so popular with the ladies. You were certain he was going to suck your soul straight out of you through your cunt.

You couldn’t be sure how much time passed with his head between your legs, lapping and sucking at your dripping pussy, but it felt like he was pulling away all too soon. You let out a distressed whine and lifted your head from the bed, fully prepared to object but stopping in your tracks the moment he stood. He looked like a god towering over you the way he did. He only took a moment to admire you before he quickly stripped himself, your mouth going dry at the sight.

“Condoms?” He asked, hoping you had some nearby so he wouldn’t have to take time to fish through his wallet. You shook your head and he stepped back but you sat up and pulled him back by his wrist.

“It’s fine, I’m on the pill, please just fuck me already.” You begged, still pulling him closer. He groaned as he processed your words and leaned down, crashing his lips to yours for a brief, messy kiss.

“Hands and knees.” He commanded as he pulled back, wrapping a hand around his thick shaft and giving a few strokes. You eagerly complied, flipping over and letting out a delighted hum when he grabbed your ass. You immediately laid your head down on the bed, ass up and back arched, and he gave your soft flesh a slap before placing one hand on your hip while he used the other to line up. You shimmied back onto his cock before he could even ask if you were ready and he just barely managed to contain the choked sound he wanted to make. He had to at least pretend to keep his cool even if he had already revealed his hand to you.

You let out a pathetic moan at the stretch and he squeezed your hips with both hands as he bottomed out. He felt the need to make this memorable for both of you since he didn’t know if he’d get the chance to do this again, though he knew your memory would be lacking tomorrow if you were as fucked up as he was. He could barely string together a coherent thought and was working on pure instinct as he rolled his hips against yours before pulling out and slamming back in, setting a rough pace. He was gone.

He was correct in assuming that you would struggle to remember, of course, because you were floating through time and space. Everything felt pleasantly fuzzy as your muscles gradually grew more tense. His grip was tight as he drove you into the mattress and you felt like you might just catch on fire.

You felt his hands slide from your hips to your back, one resting on the slope of your spine while the other slid higher until his hand was tangled in your hair. The simple touch sent a thrill through your body and he hissed, cursing under his breath a moment later when you clenched around him. “Careful, baby.” He warned, knowing he’d fall apart if you tightened around him again.

You took it as a challenge and he pulled out the second he felt your walls gripping him tighter. You wanted to pout but didn’t get the chance as he flipped you over onto your back and pulled you towards him. He urged your legs around his waist and easily slid back in, resuming his previous actions.

You rocked your hips in tandem with his thrusts, desperate to get off. Time was passing strangely so you had no idea how long he’d been fucking you but you were getting dangerously close to the edge. You warned him of that and he reached between your bodies to thumb over your clit, pulling a moan from you.

You clenched around him in an attempt to get him just as close as you were to orgasm and the band in your belly snapped. You let out a series of pathetic, broken moans as your walls fluttered around him, your whole body spasming as you came. He managed to pull out just before he let go as well, cumming across your stomach with a loud moan that was several octaves higher than he’d intended.

He collapsed beside you and both of you stared at the fan whirring above your heads for what felt like hours but could realistically have only been two minutes. Finally, you looked over at him and broke the silence, grinning as you spoke. “I made you moan like a girl.”

He laughed and rolled over to face you. “Don’t go around telling people that, it might give them ideas.”

“I didn’t plan to share this with anyone but now I’m having ideas.” You teased with a giggle as he sat up.

“Well keep those ideas to yourself,” He started as he got up from the bed and grabbed a towel from the hamper by your closet to clean you with. “You’re not pegging me.” Both of you burst into laughter as he came back and wiped his cum off your stomach. He tossed the towel back across the room and laid back down beside you, pulling you into him. “I’m so fucking sleepy.”

“Me too.” You mumbled, shivering when his fingers began to lightly massage your scalp as he held you. “We should do this again.” You added as your eyes forced themselves shut and sleep took over. You definitely needed to do that again.

<-d-11 | d-13->

[natasaa13]

Not my picture!!!^ I DO NOT OWE ANY RIGHTS TO THE ILLUSTRATION!

So um this is my first smut, please don't be mean🥺

The movie night

The cozy hum of the television filled the room, the dim glow from the screen painting soft shadows across the walls. You adjusted your blanket as the opening credits of the movie played, sneaking a glance at Choso sitting next to you on the couch. His sharp features caught the bluish light—the strong jawline, slightly furrowed brows, and his dark eyes, always so piercing, as if they could see straight through you.

Choso wasn’t just your best friend; he was your anchor, the one who understood you better than anyone else. And yet, there was something more—a quiet tension that had been brewing for years, an unspoken connection neither of you dared to name.

Tonight, though, something felt different.

"You've seen this movie like, a hundred times. Don’t you ever get bored?" Choso’s voice broke through your thoughts, low and teasing.

"Not with good company," you shot back, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

He smirked, leaning back with an air of casual confidence. "Flattery won't save you if you start crying during the sad parts again."

You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a light shove, but his smirk only deepened. The movie played on, but you couldn’t focus. The heat of his arm brushing against yours was too distracting, the faint scent of his cologne intoxicating.

Halfway through, you felt his gaze on you. Turning your head, you met his eyes. His usual teasing demeanor was gone, replaced with something darker, more serious.

"What?" you asked, your voice quieter now.

"Nothing," he muttered, but he didn’t look away.

The air felt thick with something unsaid. You shifted nervously under his gaze, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was.

You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped loosely over your legs, but no matter how much you shifted to get comfortable, your attention refused to settle on the movie playing on the screen.

Choso sat beside you, one arm draped over the back of the couch, his fingers idly brushing against the strands of your hair. His presence was magnetic, as always. Everything about him demanded your attention—the sharp cut of his jawline, the brooding way his dark eyes lingered on you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

But tonight, he wasn’t even pretending to watch the movie.

“You keep fidgeting,” he said, his voice low and rough, tinged with irritation.

You looked up at him, startled by the intensity in his tone. “Sorry. I didn’t realize it was bothering you.”

“It’s not,” he muttered, shifting closer. The couch dipped under his weight, and the space between you all but disappeared. “You’re just... distracting.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “How am I distracting you? You’re the one staring at me.”

He huffed out a sharp breath, his jaw clenching. “Maybe I wouldn’t stare if you didn’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re daring me to do something I might regret.”

The tension crackled between you, hot and electric. For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

“Choso, what are you talking about?” you finally asked, your voice softer now, almost trembling.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, his frustration palpable. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“This,” he growled, gesturing between the two of you. “Pretending like I’m okay just being your friend. I’m not. I haven’t been for a long time.”

Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of your chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you mean too much to me,” he said, his voice raw. “I didn’t want to risk losing you. But every time I’m around you, every time you smile at me or laugh at my stupid jokes, I feel like I’m losing my mind. I don’t want to just be your friend anymore.”

You stared at him, his words sinking in like the tide washing over you. “Cho... I—”

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. For a split second, you froze, stunned by the suddenness of it. But then your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer as you melted into him. That made him lose it right there and then.

Choso’s lips trailed up your neck as he hovered over you, his dark eyes ablaze with hunger. His chest heaved against yours, his breath hot and uneven. His weight pinned you to the couch, his body radiating heat and power. Every touch of his hands, every press of his lips, left you trembling with anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips brushed against your ear. “Spread it for me (y/n)"

You gasped, arching into him, your hands clawing at his back. “I need you, Choso. Please.”

He smirked, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. “Good,” he said, his tone dark and commanding. “Because I don’t think I can stop now, princess.”

The nickname sent a thrill through you, your thighs pressing together instinctively. He caught the movement, his eyes narrowing as he sat back on his heels to look down at you. His hands gripped your thighs, prying them apart effortlessly.

“No hiding from me,” he said, his voice sharp as he delivered a quick slap to the inside of your thigh.

You yelped, the sting of his hand making heat pool in your core. He smirked at your reaction, leaning down to nip at your skin before positioning himself between your legs again.

When his fingers dipped between your folds, his brows furrowed in concentration. “You’re soaked,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Dripping for me already, and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Choso, please,” you whimpered, bucking your hips into his hand.

“Patience,” he said, his tone teasing as he slipped one long, thick finger inside you. The stretch made you gasp, your back arching as he began to move, slow and deliberate.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, adding a second finger. His eyes locked on yours as he thrust them in and out, his movements unhurried but firm. “I can feel you squeezing me already, princess. How are you going to take all of me?”

“Let me try,” you pleaded, your voice trembling.

His laugh was low and sinful, his free hand delivering a sharp smack to your ass that made you gasp. “You’ll do more than try,” he said, pulling his fingers out and lifting them to his lips. He licked them clean, groaning at the taste of you. “You’ll take everything I give you.”

Your body clenched in anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance. When you glanced down, your breath hitched. He was big—long, thick, and veined in a way that made your mouth water and your core tighten with want.

“Eyes up here, princess,” he said, gripping your chin and tilting your face toward his. “I want to see your face when I stretch you open.”

He pressed the tip of his cock against you, the heat and size of him making you whimper. “Relax,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you, his lips soft and coaxing. “I’ll go slow at first.”

Slow wasn’t how it felt. As he pushed into you, inch by inch, the stretch was almost overwhelming. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You’re squeezing me like you're tryna milk me.”

“Choso,” you moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist. “You’re s-so big, I'm ah so - fuck- so full.”

He grunted, the sound primal, as he seated himself fully inside you. He paused, his forehead resting against yours as he let you adjust. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his hand sliding up to cradle your face. “Absolutely perfect.”

When you shifted your hips, silently begging for more, he chuckled darkly. “Ready already?” he teased, rolling his hips experimentally. The friction made you cry out, your hands clutching at his biceps.

“More,” you begged, your voice trembling.

“More?” he echoed, his lips curling into a wicked grin. His hand slid to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a firm but careful grip. “Say it, princess. Beg me for it.”

“Please, Cho,” you gasped, the pressure of his hand sending a delicious thrill through you. “I need you to fuck me—h harder, . Please!”

His restraint snapped. His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your breath hitch as he pulled back and slammed into you, his cock filling you completely. The force of his thrusts sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, each one stronger than the last.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his free hand sliding under your ass to lift your hips, angling you just right. “Listen to the way you take me, princess. So messy, so desperate for me.”

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, accompanied by your breathless moans and his animalistic groans. He thrust into you relentlessly, his pace brutal and unyielding, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

His hand left your throat to grip your hips, pulling you into him with each thrust. The sting of his fingers digging into your flesh only heightened the pleasure, making you cry out his name.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough. “Scream for me, princess. Let the whole world know who you belong to.”

You were too far gone to respond, your mind consumed by the intensity of him—the way he filled you, stretched you, pushed you past your limits. When his hand came down on your ass again, the sharp sting sent you spiraling.

“Choso!” you screamed, your body clenching around him as your release tore through you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his pace faltering as your walls tightened around him. “You feel so good, squeezing me like that. I’m not done with you yet.”

With a swift move he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your knees. Without hesitation, he plunged back into you, his movements rougher than before.

"Fuck Choso wait, ah too much"

“You can take it,” he said, his hand coming down on your ass again. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? My perfect little princess.”

“Yes!” you cried, your voice muffled against the couch. “I’m yours, Choso. Only yours.”

His hand pushed on the small on your back, making your arch deepen even more, if that was possible.

The sound of your submission seemed to push him over the edge. His thrusts grew erratic, his breaths ragged as he chased his release. God it felt so good, and he knew that. "Cho, ah please" you don't even know what you were begging for at this point.

"What is it (y/n)? Did I fuck you dumb already?" His pace getting sloppier, but he doesn't miss going deep inside you thight little cunt. God he was dreaming of this night for so long, he doesn't want it to end anytime soon. "You're gonna milk me dry, yeah princess? Gonna take it all like a good girl you are?" He smacked your ass again to bring you back "Ah~ yes Cho, I want it all"

Drool Dripping down the corner of your mouth, you're on cloud nine and feel you 2nd orgasm approaching. Choso cant hold it any longer, your body is just too perfect, pussy thight and dripping for him "Fuck~ take it, take it all" he grunts in your ear as you cum with him

"Choso!!!!"

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as both of you struggled to catch your breath. His lips pressed against your forehead, his hand brushing damp hair from your face.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft now.

“So are you,” you whispered, your heart swelling as you looked up at him.

He smiled, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip. “Don't get too comfortable, princess because we’re not done yet.”

[devourers-of-god]

Hey! I'm new here, so I'm sorry if something's wrong. I really like the way you write, it's just wonderful!

Can I ask you for a little fanfiction/headcount where Sally first saw the traces of selfharma on a femme reader? They can be both in a relationship or just friends... I would like something cozy, soothing and fluffy

Thank you in advance

Hi!! Welcome on Tumblr !! Thank you for your compliments, it’s super sweet T-T<3 I will make you a little oneshot with headcanons at the end <3 I think I will do friends but they crush on eachother!

And happy Valentine’s Day for those who celebrate !!

SAL X FEMME!READER THAT S3LFH@RMS

Warnings: self harm mentions, nothing graphic. Fluff !

Character: Sal Fisher

Oneshot - Worried

« Have you noticed y/n haven’t been looking like herself lately? » Todd said, looking up at Sal. Todd had noticed a shift in your behaviour. He’s not great at expressing concern but he thought that telling Sal would be a great idea, since Todd suspect that Sal’s crush is actually you.

« Mmm.. I mean I guess..? She doesn’t hang out with us a lot these days. » Sal replied, looking in the distance. In reality, Sal did notice something, you’ve been avoiding talking to the group. Almost isolating yourself. Which isn’t usual since you’re usually bubbly and full of life, always wanting to hang out and occupy yourself, but these past few weeks it was like you just became.. empty.

« You’re the only one that knows her better than anyone. I think you should say something Sal. We never know. You know there’s 53,2% of women suicide per ye-»

« Alright I’ll talk to her. » Sal cut off Todd, the blue haired boy didn’t want to stress himself out about such a tragic situation that might happen..? Sal slammed his locker door, waved at Todd and thanked him, and now he needed to find you.

In reality, Sal was crazy worried about you. He’s always had a crush on you, since you moved in Nockfell a few years ago. He loved the way you laugh, how you smile downwards, how your cheeks becomes a tinted pink when you’re flustered..and- « Watch where you’re going freak! » Travis said angrily. Sal was lost in thought and his luck made him bump into the one and only, Travis Phelps. Sal didn’t want trouble today, he was already in such stress that he didn’t need another anxiety inducing situation. The masked boy quickly escaped his bully and went on with his goal.

After a few minutes of intense research, he caught a glimpse of you making your way out of school. « She’s ditching class now? » Sal thought to himself, trying to walk as fast as he can, but with his small legs it was harder than other people. You were going behind the bleachers, notebook in hand. You’ve been writing everything that’s been going wrong in your life. You found comfort in writing, it felt great to know that the only one viewing the journal was you. It made you feel safe. The notebook was like therapy to you, writing edgy poems in code to hide your embarrassment. You would say to yourself that it was like your private little garden.

After finding your usual spot, you noticed Sal coming. Your face became red, and it was not because of the cold.

« ..Hi. » Sal said panting, he just noticed that you walk so fast. You quickly put your notebook underneath you. You were wearing ripped pants with a zip up jacket, that was too short for you.

« Hey Sal. » you replied, you sniffled quietly. What Sal doesn’t know is that you’ve been crying since the day started, you couldn’t go to class, you just couldn’t. It was too demanding. Too hard for you, you preferred isolating yourself until the end of the day. Sals visit was unexpected.

« Have you been… crying y/n? It’s okay if you were and if you don’t want to talk about it I completely understand-» Sal stopped quickly after noticing he was rambling and talking fast.

You sighed. Wiping your nose with your hand, making your sleeve fall off your arm.

A heavy silence was heard.

Your scars were showing. You noticed they were in plain sight after you noticed Sals eye widening. « Oh fuck off » you thought to yourself. Your heart rate fastened as you rolled your sleeve down.

« Say something say something say something say-» Sals thoughts were racing, just like your heartbeat. He had to say something. He had to. Why couldn’t he speak up? He went through the same thing you’re going through. Sals supposed to know what to say right ? Only seconds had passed but it felt like long, long minutes before Sal eventually took his courage and spoke up.

« … I’ve been worried about you. And this confirms my concerns. Y/n.. I’m sorry you’ve been going through this… God I’m sorry y/n I wish I could’ve there to help you. You mean so much to me I- I just can’t watch someone so important to me in a state like this » Wow, it was maybe one of the only times that Sal would say something so heartfelt. Sal noticed your hands were shaking and your eyes slowly watering. His first instinct was to hold your hand. Your face got flustered as he did that.

« Sal- I’m the one who’s sorry. I should’ve communicated this with you earlier.. things has been bad but nothing is your fault. » You said as Sal hugged you tight, he didn’t want to let you go. As in the hug in just in general.

« I really like you y/n, let me help you.. please.. »

Annnddd that’s it HAHAHA SORRY😭 this might not be as good because I have an important exam in like 30 minutes and I’m stressing the fuck out. Anyways, here’s some hcs to compensate :P

HEADCANONS

- when Sal first noticed, he made sure you felt safe venting to him.

- carries a first aid kit.. just in case something happens.

-he make sure to clean your wounds when you relapse, he doesn’t want you to get an infection.

- he makes sure to always be there for you, you guys hang out more than usual after this.

- caresses your scars with his fingertips, humming, to help you fall asleep.

- makes sure to hide anything that you use to hurt yourself without you knowing.

- keeps the secret to himself.

- is way more affectionate than before, he eventually got way better with words of affirmation so he can help you even more.

Okep! Thank you for reading and I really hope you guys enjoyed ;( I love you all !!!

REQUESTS: ALWAYS OPEN!!!

DMS: OPEN:3

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hiii, how have you been doing?

Can I ask for headcanons or a scenario where Bruno falls in love with the lady who is a (new for him, considering the time he spent in the walls) baker in the Encanto? Thanks :)

A/N: I haven’t written for Encanto in idk how long, I’m not even sure I have actual published works on this account for this fandom, but regardless I’m happy to do this request! So sorry it took long, my inbox piled up like crazy so I’ve been sifting through request!! I hope you enjoy though!!

Warnings: None!! Fluff all around!

Navigation!!

Bruno Madrigal never expected to fall in love. After years spent hiding in the walls of Casita, isolating himself from the family he adored but felt he couldn’t be near, the concept of romance seemed as distant as a life without his visions. He was used to being alone. He convinced himself he was fine with it.

But all that changed the day he wandered into the Encanto’s market and caught the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from a quaint little bakery tucked into the corner of the plaza.

It started innocently enough. Bruno wasn’t particularly hungry, but the warm, yeasty aroma lured him in like a moth to a flame. The bakery was small but cozy, with shelves lined with loaves of bread, pastries, and cakes that glistened under the soft morning light. He hesitated at the door, fiddling nervously with his ruana, debating whether or not he should enter. He hadn’t been out and about in the Encanto for long—not since his family welcomed him back—but the thought of interacting with strangers still made him anxious.

That’s when he saw you.

You were behind the counter, your hands dusted with flour as you carefully kneaded dough. A few loose strands of hair framed your face, and there was a lightness to your expression, a quiet contentment as you worked. Bruno froze, captivated. It wasn’t just the delicate way you moved or the warmth in your smile; it was the way you seemed so at peace, so effortlessly yourself. He hadn’t felt that kind of ease in years.

“Can I help you?” you asked, your voice pulling him out of his daze.

Bruno startled, fumbling for words. “Oh! Uh, no, I mean, yes, I—bread!” he blurted, his face heating up. “I was just…bread. Smells nice. Smells great, actually.” He winced at his own awkwardness, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

You tilted your head, amused by his nervous rambling. “Well, you’re in the right place for bread. What kind would you like?”

Bruno stared at the display, overwhelmed by the options and by the fact that you were waiting patiently for him to speak. “Uh…whatever you recommend?” he offered weakly.

You smiled, pulling out a warm, golden loaf and wrapping it up for him. “This one’s my favorite. It’s simple but comforting.

As you handed him the bread, your fingers brushed briefly against his, and Bruno felt his heart stutter. He muttered a hasty thank-you and all but fled the bakery, his face burning with embarrassment.

But he came back the next day.

At first, he told himself it was just for the bread. It wasn’t a lie; your baking was incredible. But as the days turned into weeks, Bruno realized it wasn’t the bread that kept drawing him back. It was you.

He started lingering a little longer each time he visited, finding excuses to stay and chat. At first, the conversations were stilted, his nerves getting the better of him, but you were patient. You asked him about himself—where he lived, what he did—and while he avoided talking about his visions, he found himself opening up to you in small ways. He told you about his family, about his love for storytelling, and about the rats who had been his only company for years.

You listened intently, never judging, always encouraging him to share more. And slowly, Bruno began to relax.

One morning, as he was leaning against the counter, watching you decorate a tray of pastries, you turned to him with a mischievous smile. “You know, Bruno, you’ve been coming here for weeks, but you’ve never once told me why.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Why?”

“Yeah,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Is it the bread? The pastries? Or is there another reason?”

Bruno’s mouth went dry. He could feel his face heating up, and he quickly looked away, pretending to examine a tray of cookies. “Uh, well, you know, the bread’s good, and, uh…” He trailed off, his heart racing.

You laughed softly, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine. “Relax, I’m just teasing. But I am glad you keep coming back. It’s nice having someone to talk to while I work.”

Bruno glanced at you, his heart aching at the sincerity in your voice. He wanted to tell you the truth—that he looked forward to seeing you every day, that your smile made his world feel brighter, that he hadn’t felt this alive in years. But the words stuck in his throat.

Instead, he smiled shyly and said, “Yeah. Me too.”

Over time, your bond deepened. Bruno started helping you in the bakery, sweeping the floors, organizing the shelves, and even attempting to knead dough under your patient guidance. He wasn’t particularly skilled, but he tried his best, and you never once made him feel inadequate.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the plaza emptied out, you and Bruno sat outside the bakery, sharing a loaf of bread and watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet.

You turned to him, surprised. “For what?”

“For…everything,” he said, fiddling with a loose thread on his ruana. “For being kind to me. For making me feel…welcome.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out to place a hand on his. “You don’t have to thank me, Bruno. You deserve kindness. You deserve to feel at home.”

Bruno’s breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he forgot how to speak, how to think. All he could do was look at you, his heart full to bursting with emotions he couldn’t put into words.

And then, before he could stop himself, he whispered, “You make me feel like I belong.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Bruno thought he had said too much. But then you smiled—a warm, radiant smile that made his chest ache—and squeezed his hand gently.

“You belong here, Bruno. Always.”

It was in that moment that Bruno realized he was in love with you.

The days that followed were some of the happiest of his life. He found himself dreaming of ways to make you smile, of things he could say or do to show you how much you meant to him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the courage to tell you how he felt.

It wasn’t until a particularly quiet evening, when the two of you were closing up the bakery, that Bruno finally found his moment.

As you wiped down the counter, Bruno hesitated, his hands fidgeting nervously. “Hey, uh…can I tell you something?”

You looked up, your expression curious. “Of course.”

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I, uh…I’ve never been very good at…saying how I feel. But you…you make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Good things. Scary things. Things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”

Your eyes softened, and you set down the cloth, giving him your full attention.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot, but…I think I’m in love with you,” Bruno admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but I just…I needed you to know.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Bruno’s heart sank as he braced himself for rejection, for awkwardness, for anything but what happened next.

You stepped closer, reaching out to cup his face in your flour-dusted hands. “Bruno,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips warm and gentle against his. Bruno froze, his mind reeling, but then he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if you were the only thing grounding him to the earth.

When you pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other, Bruno couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. “I didn’t think…I didn’t think someone like you could love someone like me.”

You smiled, brushing a tear from his cheek. “Then I guess it’s my job to prove you wrong.”

And for the first time in years, Bruno allowed himself to believe that he could be loved, that he could be happy. And it was all because of you.

[love-my-fictional-men123]

Hey sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😅 school has been a lot 😭 but I hope you like it 💕💕

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Title: "A Quiet Night in Brooklyn"

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It was one of those rare quiet evenings in Brooklyn. The sunset cast a warm, golden glow over the streets, and Bucky Barnes found himself wandering through familiar territory, his mind a whirl of memories and the present's calm. His stroll led him to a small, cozy café nestled on a corner, its windows filled with plants and soft lighting. He pushed open the door, the bell jingling lightly above him.

You were behind the counter, arranging a display of fresh pastries. The sound of the bell caught your attention, and you looked up, smiling warmly at the new customer.

"Hey there! What can I get for you?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Bucky hesitated for a moment, taking in the inviting atmosphere. "Just a coffee, black," he replied, his voice soft but steady.

You nodded and went to work, the sound of the coffee machine filling the comfortable silence. "It's a quiet evening, isn't it?" you commented, glancing at him.

"Yeah, it is," Bucky agreed, his eyes drifting around the café. "It's nice."

You handed him the steaming cup, your fingers brushing against his momentarily. "Here you go. You can take a seat wherever you'd like."

Bucky chose a corner table by the window, settling in and watching the world outside. After a few moments, you came over with a plate of cookies. "On the house," you said with a grin. "You look like you could use something sweet."

He chuckled, a sound that surprised even him with its rarity. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

You sat across from him, curious about the quiet man who seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Bucky," he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. The warmth spread through him, a comforting sensation he hadn't felt in a while.

"So, Bucky, what brings you to our little café tonight?" you asked, resting your chin on your hand.

He considered the question for a moment. "Just... needed a break, I guess. Some peace and quiet."

"Well, you've come to the right place," you said softly. "Everyone needs a break sometimes."

A comfortable silence settled between you, the kind that felt like a shared understanding. After a few minutes, you broke it gently. "Do you live around here?"

"I used to," Bucky admitted, his gaze distant. "A long time ago."

You nodded, sensing there was more to his story but not wanting to push. "Brooklyn has a way of calling people back, doesn't it?"

"It does," he agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "It's... home."

Your heart warmed at his words, feeling a connection to this man who had seen and been through so much. "Home can be a lot of things. A place, a feeling, a person."

Bucky looked at you, something shifting in his blue eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

The two of you talked for hours, the night deepening around you. You shared stories, laughter, and moments of quiet reflection. Bucky found himself opening up in ways he hadn't in years, and you listened with an open heart, offering comfort and understanding.

As the clock struck midnight, you finally stood, stretching. "I should probably close up," you said reluctantly. "But this has been... really nice."

"It has," Bucky agreed, standing as well. "Thank you, y/n. For everything."

You smiled, feeling a bond that went beyond words. "Anytime, Bucky. You're welcome here whenever you need a break."

He nodded, a promise in his eyes. "I'll take you up on that."

As Bucky stepped out into the quiet Brooklyn night, he felt something he hadn't in a long time—a sense of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness. And as you watched him walk away, you knew this was just the beginning of a beautiful friendship, maybe even something more.

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Byeeeee💕🌸

[hc-geralt-23]

**Title: A Christmas Redemption**

A Colby Brock X reader

It was Christmas Eve in the Brock household, and the air was thick with the scent of pine, cinnamon, and freshly baked cookies. Twinkling lights adorned the house, illuminating the winter darkness outside. In the living room, a modestly decorated tree stood proudly in the corner, its branches heavy with ornaments collected over the years. Laughter and joy typically filled the air, but tonight was different.

You stood in the kitchen, stirring hot cocoa as your mind raced. It had been a long day, and the argument with Coby weighed heavily on your heart. He had been distant lately, spending more and more time with a new friend, Sarah, who seemed to have captivated his attention in a way that left you feeling sidelined.

“Coby!” you called out, your voice trembling with emotion as you set the pot down. “Can we talk?”

He appeared in the doorway, his expression one of annoyance. “What now?”

You took a deep breath, glancing at your three-year-old daughter, Lily, who was engrossed in her coloring book, blissfully unaware of the tension brewing. “I just want to understand why you’ve been spending so much time with Sarah. It feels like you’re prioritizing her over us.”

Coby crossed his arms defensively. “You’re being ridiculous. She’s just a friend. You’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting? Coby, you’ve missed our date nights. You haven’t been home for dinner half the week! I’m here, taking care of our daughter, and it feels like you’re choosing to be somewhere else.”

He scoffed. “You make it sound like I’m abandoning you. I’m working hard so we can have a good life. Can’t you see that?”

Your heart sank. “But what about our life? What about us? I feel like I’m doing this alone.”

Coby’s eyes hardened. “You know what? Maybe you are. Maybe you’ve just gotten too comfortable being a stay-at-home mom. You should be grateful I’m providing for this family.”

The words hit you like a slap to the face. Stunned, you took a step back, hurt flooding your heart. “Coby, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Believe it,” he said coldly, turning away.

You felt tears prick at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “I’m just asking for your time. For your love. Is that too much?”

He shrugged, not looking back. “I’m done with this conversation.”

You watched him retreat to the living room, the sounds of Christmas carols playing softly in the background. Your heart felt heavy as you glanced at Lily, who looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes. You forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your heart.

Later that night, after putting Lily to bed, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Coby was on his phone, scrolling through social media, oblivious to the pain that loomed between you. You turned away, feeling isolated even in your own home.

As the clock struck midnight, the house fell silent. Suddenly, a low, eerie moan broke the stillness. You sat up, your heart pounding. “Coby?” you whispered, but he didn’t respond.

The moaning grew louder, and a ghostly figure appeared at the foot of the bed. It was a translucent version of yourself, looking somber and forlorn. “Coby Brock,” the ghost said in a haunting voice. “You have forgotten what it means to cherish your family.”

Coby jolted awake, eyes wide with fear. “What the—?”

“Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits,” the ghost continued. “They will show you the path you have chosen and what lies ahead if you do not change.”

Coby’s eyes darted around the room, disbelief etched on his face. “This isn’t real. I must be dreaming.”

The ghost floated closer, the sadness in its eyes piercing through. “This is very real. You must learn before it’s too late.”

With a wave of the ghost’s hand, the room transformed. They were suddenly standing in a cozy living room filled with laughter and joy. You were there, younger, holding a baby Lily in your arms, your face glowing with happiness. Coby watched, his heart aching as he remembered that blissful time.

“This was our first Christmas as a family,” he murmured, watching you lovingly cradle Lily, your laughter ringing like music in the air.

The scene shifted to the two of you exchanging gifts, your eyes sparkling with joy, the warmth of love palpable. But then, the scene darkened, revealing moments of neglect as Coby began to drift away, focusing more on work and socializing than on his family.

“Look how you’ve changed,” the ghost said softly. “You’ve chosen work over love.”

Coby’s heart sank. “I didn’t mean to—”

The ghost interrupted. “The second spirit will come when the clock strikes one.”

With that, the first spirit vanished, leaving Coby feeling raw and exposed. He sat on the edge of the bed, his mind racing as the clock ticked ominously toward one.

At the stroke of one, the second spirit appeared—a jolly figure clad in a red suit, his laughter echoing through the room. “Come, Coby! We have much to see!”

Coby followed the spirit, and they found themselves in a bustling Christmas party. Laughter and music filled the air, and there was Sarah, laughing with friends, seemingly at ease and unbothered. Coby’s heart sank as he watched her, realizing how much time he had spent with her instead of with his family.

“Is this what you want?” the spirit asked, gesturing to the joy surrounding them. “To be surrounded by people who don’t truly care for you, while your own family is left behind?”

Coby shook his head, pain etched on his face. “No… I want my family. I just got lost.”

The spirit placed a hand on Coby’s shoulder. “Remember this feeling. Your family is what truly matters.”

When the spirit disappeared, Coby felt a shift within him. He was determined to change, to mend the rift he had created.

When the clock struck three, the final spirit arrived, cloaked in shadows, its face obscured. “Come,” it beckoned, leading Coby to a desolate scene. It was a cold, empty place, and in the corner lay a small grave, a name etched upon the stone: “Beloved Wife and Mother.”

“No,” Coby gasped, falling to his knees. “No! This can’t be! Is this my future?”

The spirit nodded silently, the weight of grief hanging in the air.

Coby felt tears streaming down his face. “I can’t let this happen! I’m sorry. I need to change.”

With a final wave of its hand, the spirit vanished, leaving Coby alone in the darkness. He awoke with a start, the morning sun streaming through the window. It was Christmas Day.

Heart racing, he rushed to the living room, where he found you and Lily, still asleep under the twinkling lights of the tree. He knelt beside you, taking in the serene beauty of your face, the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

“Wake up,” he whispered, shaking you gently. “Please, wake up.”

You stirred, blinking sleep from your eyes. “Coby? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly, tears brimming in his eyes. “I’ve been so selfish, and I’ve taken you for granted. I don’t want to lose you or our family.”

Your expression softened as you took in his sincerity. “Coby…?”

“I love you,” he continued, voice cracking. “I want to be a better husband and father. I’ll make this right. I promise.”

You sat up fully now, concern etched on your face. “Are you sure? You mean it?”

“I do,” he replied, the weight of his words heavy with conviction. “I’ll make time for us. I’ll be here. You and Lily are my everything.”

At that moment, Lily stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Daddy, what’s wrong?”

Coby scooped her up into his arms, holding her tightly. “Nothing, sweetheart. Everything is going to be okay.”

As you embraced your family, a wave of warmth enveloped you all, the love you shared stronger than ever. The spirit of Christmas filled the room, a promise of redemption and a new beginning.

Together, you celebrated the day, laughter and joy returning to the house. Coby was present, truly present, as he played with Lily, decorating cookies, and sharing stories. He knew that the ghosts had shown him the path that lay ahead, and he was determined to forge a better future for his family.

That Christmas, you all learned that love, when nurtured and cherished, could overcome any darkness, lighting the way forward into a brighter tomorrow.

[j0elmill3r]

“we haven’t been spending a lot of time together lately, let’s change that” and/or “i’m your dad, i know you better than anyone.” for Joel and grown up baby girl!

Joel watched you type away on your computer as you sat at your desk - Junior year of high school was kicking your ass so far, for a better lack of terms. Your dad knew you were too proud to admit it, but he could tell that you were struggling, but since turning 16, you weren't quite as talkative to your dad anymore.

"Y/N?" You didn't look at him as he came into your room, continuing to type on your computer. "Y/N, come on, baby girl, take a break." Joel pulled your chair away from your desk, smiling sadly as you groaned.

"Dad, I need to finish that," You groaned, shaking your head as you tried to shuffle your chair back to your desk. Joel held it tightly so you couldn't move - he couldn't let you exhaust yourself any longer, he wouldn't watch you.

"You can finish it tomorrow, you're exhausted, baby girl," Joel said softly.

"I'm fine, dad," You assured him weakly, rubbing your eyes of sleep. Okay, maybe you were a bit tired, but exhausted was a bit far. Joel shook his head, disagreeing with you.

"No, you're not. I’m your dad, I know you better than anyone.” Joel said, watching as you nodded, giving in to your tiredness and leaning into your dad, moving to sit on your bed. He shut your laptop down and put your chair back into its position at your desk. Since you had started your junior year of high school, you'd holed yourself up in your room most days so you could study, but you felt like no matter how much studying you did, you would always have more to do. "Come on, we haven’t been spending a lot of time together lately, let’s change that." You nodded and smiled up at your dad.

"Okay, can we watch a movie?" You asked him sleepily. Joel smiled, picking you up and carrying you down the stairs to the living room - he didn't care how old you were, he would always carry you, you would always be his baby girl; just as long as you promised to never tell Sarah that. He put your favourite movie on, and you lay into him on the couch, smiling in contentment as he put your arm around you - Joel didn't mind if you fell asleep, just as long as you were cozy and comfortable.

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[onboardsorasora]

Tennis AU because Daniel's photo dump made me happy today!

Part 1 | Part 13 | Part 15

Part 14

Max hauled himself out of the water, flashing his sodden hair out of his eyes. He smiled a crinkly smile at his boyfriend who was bundled in a towel on the deck and looking more cozy than anyone had the right to be while on a boat out in open water.

Deciding that he needed to change that, he cleared the five steps that separated them, ripped the towel off and instead laid his soaked form on Daniels. The boisterous, joyous laugh that Daniel let out was worth it.

Daniel smiled widely at Max, circling his arms around his broad, wet shoulders and pulling him close. It was like snuggling under a sodden, weighted blanket and he couldn’t be more comfortable. He felt Max relax above him, his head tilted into the curve of Daniel’s neck. They laid quietly for a little, listening to the music playing from inside the cabin and the captain chattering with Blake.

“If you’re gonna fall asleep, we should probably go find a bed.” Daniel teased as Max’s breathing got deeper.

“If we find a bed, neither of us will be sleeping.” Max mouthed at his neck, to be a little shit.

“I’m sure we’ve like traumatized Blake enough.”

“I’m not sure we have. There’s still opportunity, maybe.”

They both giggled, knowing they’ve truly been a menace to the two other men on holiday with them. They didn’t feel bad about it, but they’d already agreed to buy both Blake and Michael an apology gift. They haven’t quite agreed on what it was yet; Daniel thought that wine would suffice but Max wasn’t on board yet.

They lapsed into silence again, the water lapping at the sides of the boat adding an additional sound to their atmosphere.

“After you win Wimbledon, you should come to Zandvoort.” Max nosed Daniel’s neck as he spoke, it was one of his favourite parts. Daniel had honestly thought he fell asleep.

“So sure of my victory, yeah?” Daniel squeezed his arms around Max’s shoulders again, unable to stop his body from squirming happily at the amount of faith Max had in him.

“Yeah, obviously.” As far as Max was concerned, there was no other option. Daniel was going to win it. He didn’t need to give it more thought than that, however, there was a different pressing matter to discuss. “Did you ask Blake about the shorts yet?” He smiled widely when he felt Daniel snort beneath him.

“Babe, you should’ve seen the look he gave me!” Daniel giggled some more, "I thought waiting till like we were drinking to ask him was a better plan than asking sober. He absolutely knows what we want to do with those shorts Maxy and he’s not amused that one"

“It's not like he needs to tell them what we want it for, he just needs to ask them for another pair.” Max said it like it was so simple, knowing it was anything but. They were essentially demanding that Blake ask Daniel’s sponsor for a new pair of a five year old design. If Daniel could spend some time actually at home, maybe he could find the original pair. But until then, maybe this was the quickest path.

“I haven’t seen them, but maybe this year’s shorts are similar?” Daniel wondered aloud. “I mean, they just need to be tight around the tush, yeah?”

“I guess,” Max groused, pretending to be put out that his original dream might be falling through. “They’ll still look good when I cum all over them after you win.”

“I’m gonna be so hard on the fuckin’ grass now, I hate you.” Daniel complained, tilting his head backwards on the bench morosely. 

Max smiled a cheeky smile, “you do not, you love me.” He teased before tensing, he glanced up at what he could see of Daniel’s face from his position. 

Daniel’s face remained skyward and soft, he pressed his tongue behind his teeth. “Yeah, you’re right. I do.” His lips fell open in a smile when he felt Max lean back to hover over him. They locked eyes and Daniel’s smile widened. “I love you Maxy.”

Daniel had the pleasure of watching Max’s face transform. He had always thought his boyfriend to be a beautiful man, with his square jaw, bright blue eyes and that darling freckle on his lip. But this Max was brighter than the sun and Daniel needed to be in his orbit. He surged up and kissed him, licking over his favourite freckle in the process. Max leaned into the kiss easily, unable to fully knock the smile off of his lips.

Max eased back and Daniel tried to follow him, causing another bright smile to bloom. “Wait Daniel. I, of course, have to tell you that I love you too.” He said it while Daniel pepper kisses where he could reach from his angle.

“Maybe we should go find that bed, so you could show me just how much, yeah?” Daniel said between kisses, melting a little more at Max’s joyous laugh.

Max dragged them both up and they giggled like teenagers while they barrelled down the stairs below deck.

“Oh come on there’s other people on this boat you cunts!” Blake called from bow, they both knew he was rolling his eyes at them.

“Turn up the music then!” Daniel called with a cackle before slamming the cabin door. Inside the room they giggled to each other as they heard the volume of the speaker system indeed go up.

“I love you Daniel.” Max stepped into Daniel’s space, slotting his hands on his boyfriend’s hips. Daniel’s smile was blinding.

“I love you too, Maxy.”

[thewombynist]

They’ve Been Lying to us, y’all.

January is not the marker of a new year.

How do I know?

Every day the dark comes to greet me at 4pm It’s cold af! [Somebody grab me a blanket] My bank account is lookin’ like somebody turned my purse upside down The grass is brown and the leaves are…deceased

What I’m saying is…if you’re struggling to feel “new-year-new-me”, you’re not the problem, stink. The winter months are signaling our mind and body to slow tf down . But the way we’ve been conditioned [and colonized]; a lot of us feel guilty for not feeling motivated or “charged up”. We’re not judging you over here, sis. It’s a tough time for a lot of folks!

I’ve been trying to find words, since I launched.

But I just haven’t had it. My mind has been blanking, creatively, and my body’s been tellin’ me to sit.tf.down. I used to be a fighter, y’all [don’t look too deep into this lol]. Ignoring what my body was telling me. When really she’s the one that knows. She’s the reminder that winter is a time for the pleasures of solitude, of dreaming, to be uncertain— to rest and restore. Without shame.

I’ve been retreating at my mama’s house all month, and I’ve had time to contemplate…to think…about what I want for myself in the coming months. I’ve been wrapping myself up in silence [perfect for my neurospicy brain]. I’ve been watching movies, binging Love on the Spectrum [it’s on Netflix + I highly recommend] lol. I’ve been reminded that I actually enjoy cooking! Until recently, I’ve felt like it was a “burden”. I’ve actually been making progress reading my book, Signs & Skymates [another recommendation for my aspiring-astrology girlies]! Y’all, I’ve been napping like a mf, without guilt lol.

I’ve been reminded.

Of who I am, or that I’m getting to know who I am right now, and that’s just fine. That I deserve to recover. Of the year I’ve had— January has been a gift of reflection. A space-maker for curiosity and thoughtfulness. I’ve been reminded that I don’t have to know anything at all right now. But I get to practice presence. I get to just, be.

Plus, Nature is the real truth-teller! Sis said, “the days are shorter + the nights are longer”…the signs be right in our face! That alone tells me that we need to be layin’ tf down lol. Springtime is the true New Year, shoutout to Aries SZN! The grass finds it’s vibrant green. The Sun begins to make an appearance, again. The plants and flowers begin to bloom… these are the signs of new, of rebirth. This is what we should align with.

A Winter-time affirmation: Thank you January. Thank you, body. Thank you, solitude, and warm tea and fuzzy socks. Thank you nap time! *Inhale here* lol.

I hope this encourages you to get comfortable with exactly where you are right now. I hope you’re being nice to yourself on the days that the boxes on your to-do list ain’t gettin’ checked. I hope you say, “it’ll get done, in time”. I hope you’re honoring your nervous system. I hope you’re drinking warm teas and eating cozy foods. I hope you celebrate your slow-progress. I hope you honor that nap. I hope you know you are worthy.

Now I know we all have shit to do, I’m just saying, your approach might look a little different right now, and that’s okay.

How can you be gentler with yourself at this time? How can you slow down?

[lillyontheborder]

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

6. What are you excited for?

7. What happened tonight?

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

24. What do you want right this second?

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

38. Who did you last call?

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

47. Who was the last person to call you?

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

77. Ever been in love?

82. Favorite type of cookie?

91. Best room for a fireplace?

// WOOOOAH TYSM FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS

1. No. We’re just friends.

5. I don’t have a crush currently… unfortunately. But the people I have hung out with most recently I enjoy being around. They’re very kind to me.

6. I have an anime figure I pre-ordered in May that’s supposed to come this month. Also I’m working on a Halloween costume but I’m more nervous than excited for that.

7. I played Genshin, and watched a Thai drama with my roomate.

15. … *sobs* Never been kissed.

17. Honestly… no one. I’ve never felt comfortable enough around anything to literally talk about anything. Maybe my roomates from two years ago. I still talk to them and visit. Also my stuffed animals haha… I talk to them/myself a lot.

24. To be a kid again. I have so many responsibilities and things to do now. It’s scary, tiring, and I’ve never been as sad/depressed as I am now. I know that’s really down in the dumps, but it’s also a reason I haven’t been that active.

28. The Thai drama I watched with my roomate.

32. It’s a celebrity. So no.

36. *cries harder*

37. Depends. I absolutely believe people can fall in love and be married for years, however love at first sight is like- complicated in my opinion and I don’t want to go into all that detail here.

38. 911. I know that’s like crazy- but I called because my roomate and I heard someone scream outside our building. It was very scary.

39. My cousin. At a club. (That was my first time going!!!)

40. WHHHHYHGYHGGAGSVHHHHHHH

43. OMG YES.

45. 🥲

47. 911. They called me back to update me. Lol.

51. Oh dang- I don’t know… I think at a wedding over the summer.

70. Nope! Anything works. As long as they’re employed. That’s a must. I wouldn’t mind a rich man tho-

77. With fictional characters. Yes. Ive never been in love love in real life.

82. Snickerdoodle or double chocolate.

91. Living room. It’s such a cozy feeling. Or a study if it’s like- a mansion.

[venusguks]

Unlike You

pairing : jeon jungkook x fem!reader

summary : As daydreamy and romantic as you are, you decided true love was going to have to wait for you tonight. That was because tonight, you were getting laid !! ...Your best friend doesn’t make it easy for you when he finds out why, though.

warnings : smut, dom!jk, sub!reader, unprotected seggs, fluff, bsf!jk, degredation, dumbification, possessive jk, jealous jk, fun sexy times, jk is whipped for mc, oral (fem receiving), body worshipping, jimin/reader but only for a sec

“A club?” Jungkook raised his brow.

He was incredulous and slightly displeased as he watched you pace around your room. It was rare after all, new to see you like this―in a black, satin dress with a slit high enough to make him upset. He didn’t need you catching anyone else’s attention, especially in a neon lit bar full of ravenous people.  “For the seventh time, yes, Kook,” You huff, jarring your mouth slightly to dab a dreamy red over your plush lips. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so confident as you applied mascara and tickled a delicate pink over your cheeks. More than anyone, Jungkook couldn’t recall ever seeing you this way, this excited to be amidst a crowd of sweaty bodies. You honestly didn’t see why he was being so apprehensive, it wasn’t like you necessarily hated parties―you just always preferred the coziness of your home better. Huge social interactions were never your thing, and that was okay. Being an introvert wasn’t something to be ashamed of anyway, but staying in came with the everyday comforts of baggy sweatpants and sweaters.

So could anyone really blame you for your excitement? You just loved the way getting ready made you feel, missed it. You already knew you were beautiful with or without makeup, but damn did it make you feel confident.

“It’s just...” Jungkook furrowed his brows and ruffled his hair. “This isn’t like you, love. Did something happen? Are you okay? We can talk about it, if you want. Whatever it is, I’m here to listen you know.” 

You sighed exasperatedly at your best friend’s reflection through your vanity. His eyes were uncertain and full of concern as he watched your figure with crossed arms. “Koo, we’ve been over this so many times already. I’m nervous enough as it is, and you’re not helping at all. I want to do this, okay? It’s been awhile. Plus, I haven’t seen the others boys in so long.”

A part of you didn’t want to be annoyed at Jungkook for his incessant worrying, but it truly was hard not to sometimes. “You’re being such a fucking dick, you know that?! Can’t I just live my life without you being so fucking hysterical about it every time?! ” It was that winter a few months ago when you unleashed all your pent up frustration. Jungkook had always been overprotective, and you appreciated him for caring, but he just made it so hard for you to even breathe sometimes. It was the biggest argument you guys ever had when you started dating a boy a few years older. You ignored Jungkook’s calls and messages for weeks, but when you discovered that he cheated on you, Jungkook was the first to be by your side. You still remember the assurance and safety you felt in his arms; with his soft lips against your forehead, murmuring sweet consolations as you sobbed on his shoulder. After that day, Jungkook agreed to be less protective. 

“I just don’t get why it has to be a club. We could meet the hyungs anywhere else, baby.”

“Oh sure, maybe a strip club would do,” you said, chuckling when you see his shock. “I’m kidding, Koo.” Though that wouldn’t be such a bad idea...

Maybe you couldn’t blame him for being so appalled. You usually opted out whenever your friends went out to celebrate, which by the way, was rather often. Night after night, the few of them would call you, practically beg until they realized their efforts would end in vain. By the morning, notifications would spam your phone of their wild night; pictures and details that showcased hookups you didn’t need to know about. Now that you think about it, it was sort of ironic that you’d always grimace to the crude texts.

That was because tonight, you decided you were getting laid.

That’s right, to hell with sweet, wholesome love! If true love had to make you wait, true love would have to wait for you too! Your subscribing 48K readers have been expecting a new chapter of Spring’s Breath, an erotica series, which you’ve delayed for 2 whole months now. You didn’t exactly know when your writers block came, but by the fourth hour you stared at your blank screen, unable to come up with any other synonym for dick or thrust or moan; or how the overused dirty talk you wrote made you cringe―you realized the firecracker you had in writing erotica died out.

It was your dear friend, Hoseok, who suggested the whole ordeal. He was the only one who knew your secret, anyway. You had so much trust in him, so when he professed that maybe if you slept with someone, your spark would come back, you had truly considered it. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, no cons would come out of it. It was just odd to think about.

You have always been such a huge romantic, your literature proved it. Jungkook nor you nor anyone would anticipate you hooking up with someone just to hook up with someone. The tenderness, the connection, the intimacy... you’ve always prioritized genuine adoration over whimsical one night stands. You were an honest daydreamer, and maybe that’s why your works would always take off.

But maybe... maybe it was okay to let go once in awhile.

When you mentioned Jungkook being less overprotective, you forgot to put an emphasis on less―because there he was, his hand possessively squeezing your inner thigh every time you even dared to look at a cute boy. You let out a frustrated sigh when he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

You tried not to mind it. It was just in his nature anyway―ever since kindergarten when he found you crying over your dropped ice cream. Jungkook left only to come back with another cone, rubbing your fat tears away with the palm of his sleeve. In elementary school, he peppered you with tiny kisses when you sobbed over the death of your kitten. You’ve only had him for a month, dedicated all your time to him and skipped play dates to care for your little serendipity―but just like that―he was lifeless. It was Jungkook who found him on the road. In middle school, he’d go through the enveloped confessions in your locker and rip them apart, saying you deserved better than any of them. You’ve always looked up to him througha lens of admiration. Everything he did for you, he did it out of thought and care. It was sweet.

It was times like these where you really started to mind though. 

You’ve been giggling with your friends for the past hour, catching up on every minuscule detail. You were sitting in a booth wedged in the middle of Jungkook and Hoseok, brimming with happiness to see Namjoon and Yoongi again. Its been so long, and your heart would swell to the stories you’ve missed out on.

The night was carrying on delightfully! ...except for the fact that Jungkook sent death glares to whoever even glanced at you. The countless of times you shyly returned someone’s gaze, only for them to rush away when they caught sight of your best friend left you agitated. When the boys were engaged in a conversation about a class they all shared together, you decided it was a good time to bring it up. 

Gulping a shot down, you let out a huff. “Kookie...”

“Yes, baby?” He whispered into your ear, his large hand grazing the access of your slitted dress.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what, love?” You sharply inhaled as Jungkook rubbed sensitive circles on your skin.

Immediately standing up, you squeezed yourself out of the booth. “I’m gonna go dance!” You yell through the loud music, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, because seriously, the nerve of that man! The rest of your friends cheered, “We love to see you like this, y/n! Enjoy yourself, cutie!” Hoseok laughed when you blew a kiss to him. He made you feel so much more at ease, so much more confident. Okay, you got this! No use in sitting around. You couldn’t get anywhere tonight with Jungkook by your side, anyway.

Fluffing out your hair after you downed another shot, you strut your way into the dance floor. Your hips swayed in a rather alluring manner as you made your way into the crowd, your fingertips tracing seductive lines from your hips up to your waist, your neck and finally, into the air. The alcohol slowly took its effect as your confidence settled in, rolling your head back and moving your body fluidly to the loud music. 

Truth be told, you didn’t know what you were doing, just knew you must’ve looked good as hell doing it as you felt hands grip your waist. You gasped as a body pressed against your back, sticky with sweat.

“You’re so captivating, princess,” His dulcet voice was enough to make you weak...or was it the alcohol? Whatever the case, get your grip together y/n! It was just four words for star’s sake! 

“I, um, th-thank you...um! You too..” Your confidence from only moments ago dissolved with your voice. “So shy now, princess? How come? You were dancing so sexily just moments ago.” He chuckled lowly against your ear, nibbling it. You whimpered to his brazen touch, his hands guiding your hips with his. “Are you shy for me? Is that it? What a cute little princess you are... so beautiful, fuck.”

Annnnnnnnd you truly were fucked. You professed only hours ago that true love could wait, that you’d be a different woman tonight, yet you couldn’t help but feel bashful to the man’s praise. His voice and his nectar sweet words enough to make you feel wobbly.

“I’m Jimin. Can I know my princess’s name?” He pressed his hardened member against your ass, the silk thin fabric barely doing its job of coverage. “Ah Jimin,” you moaned breathlessly as he kissed your neck. “I...I’m-”

“―Mine,” a low, husky voice finished. Jungkook stood behind you, jaw clenched and arms crossed. The veins on his biceps protruded under the incandescent lights; His white shirt and tight, black jeans doing wonders to complement his physique. 

“Are you deaf? I said she’s mine so why the fuck are your hands still on her?” Jungkook had always been intimidating, even when he didn’t try―so in the rare times he did, even he scared you sometimes.

Much to your disappointment, Jimin immediately lets go, hands in the air, “sorry man, I didn’t know.”

“W-what? Wait, he isn’t my...!” Before you could try to reach for the pink haired man, Jungkook firmly takes your hand. “Y/n, we’re leaving.” You didn’t even have a second to feel shocked before he swiftly guides you through the ocean of bodies. Loud music reverberated with your disappointment, and by the time the night’s cold air stings your cheeks, you've processed what just happened―what you just missed. It’s when Jungkook latches your seatbelt on and drives that you feel anger simmer in your chest.

“Why did you...Why the fuck did you do that, Jungkook?” You were exasperated with your emotions. You just didn’t get it. You were finally having the time of your life, finally stepping out of your comfort zone, finally dancing with a guy who made you feel amazing―just to end up on a drive back home before anything could happen. “Seriously, what the hell is your problem? That was my..! He was..!” You groaned, too frustrated to conjure up words.

Jungkook scoffed, “what, y/n? He was what? Your soulmate or something?”

“I didn’t say that! And even if I think so, why does it matter?! I was having fun! I was having so much fun and you just..! (hiccup) I was having so much fun....” You cried into your hands. “I haven’t felt that way in so long, j-just for you to mess everything up. God, I can’t even muster up words right now. I hate you so much.”

“Love...” Jungkook finally sighed, shutting the engine off. You had cried the whole ride home. The anger he once felt diminished with your tears. “Baby, please look at me.” 

“F-fuck (hiccup) off, Jungkook.” You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door. Knowing him as long as you did, you knew he would take your chin to force you to look up at him―but you had enough of him for the night, and honestly, the whole week.

You were just so fucking frustrated at everything. At Jungkook for unnecessarily budging in, at your writers block, at your own sexual frustration left with Jimin. What did you have to offer your readers now? A heartbreak of a possible relationship that never happened with a shitty friend on the side?

You tuned out Jungkook shouting from behind you, striding to you complex and up the stairs.

It wasn’t long after you slammed the door shut that you heard it click open again. You had forgotten Jungkook had an extra spare of your keys. “Just leave me alone, Kook.” You groaned, storming off into your room.

You kicked your heels off and stomped to your bed, taking out your frustration on your pillow where your sobs were muffled. The bed dips down when Jungkook sits beside you, silent as he caressed your hair in the way he always did to soothe your nerves.

Deciding it wasn’t enough this time, he carefully lifts you up to sit on his lap, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest. Jungkook knew you long enough to know hugs were the best remedy for you, even at your angriest moments. He knew you wouldn’t push him away.

“You jerk...” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling. “I don’t get you, Kookie. Why do you always do this?”

“I...I just wanted to protect you, baby. People have bad intentions, I didn’t want to see you end up doing something you’d regret,” His voice was gentle, brushing hair strands away from your face.

“Stars, Kook, I knew what I was doing. Whether I’d end up regretting it or not, that’s for me to sort out. I didn’t need you to ‘protect’ me. I was really enjoying myself, something I haven’t done in a long time. A-and you just..! You ruined it for me.”

Jungkook scoffed, “so you liked it then, how he was touching you? You were just going to let him fuck you?”

“Yes, Kook!” You yelled. “He could’ve fucked me in the public bathroom or in his car―in front everyone for all I care! He was hot and we were in the moment and you just interrupted! I know you care for me and I’ll always appreciate you worrying but there’s a fine line where your protectiveness should be. I’m not a kid anymore, Kook.”

Jungkook was gritting his teeth, and the two of you only glared at each other before he let out a sigh. Despite him wanting to be mad, he didn’t like making you upset. If you were going to cry because of him, he wanted it to be for an entirely different reason. 

He gently cupped your cheeks, holding your gaze with tender, sad eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you, yes? That I’ve always done anything and everything I could to help you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure of how that related to anything, but nonetheless, you nod. “Yes, I know Kook.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me to sleep with you, hm? If you needed help so bad, why didn’t you just ask me, baby?” You stared, dumbfounded and mouth ajar as his thumbs brushed the remnants of your tears away.

“W-What are you...?”

“Was so concerned for my baby. Hoseok got drunk and told me everything I needed to know. Did you know how hurt I was? How Hoseok knew something about you that I didn’t? Especially that you were a writer, love. I thought I was your number one, how could you keep that from me?”

“O-Of course you are, Koo! You’ll always be my number one. I just...didn’t want to tell you because it was embarrassing,” you mumbled, glancing away. Damn it Jung Hoseok! After all these years, this is when he accidentally slips it out? “Nuh uh, baby, I’m not having any of that. Look at me.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, an act you were certainly no stranger to, but nevertheless making your cheeks warm. “Not only that, you wanted to go clubbing tonight just to find a stranger to help you, is that right, baby? Wore this tiny dress just so someone could fuck you? Wanted Jimin to fuck you? Wanted to write about him fucking you in the bathroom stall?” Jungkook was speaking softly, though his words were anything but as his hands left your cheeks to trace sensuous lines up your thigh.

Your hands weakly held onto his shoulders, gasping when you felt his bulge press against your sensitive core.

“What was that you said....In his car? Wanted him to fuck you in front of everybody? Wanted to be a dirty slut just for your readers?” You didn’t know how exactly this moment came to be, but his honeyed voice brought you to a daze as you grind your hips against him. You were desperate to feel more—of anything, of him—only to let out a whine when he forcefully holds you down, burying your clothed center into his bulge. 

“I don’t think so, baby. I don’t think you deserve it,” Jungkook’s hot breath tickled your ear. You whimpered as he bit it, hands squeezing your hips. “You used to be so good for me baby, used to come to me for anything. Used to be a good little girl and depend on me. I would’ve helped you, baby. Instead, you became a dirty little slut, let another man touch you. Is that what you are now? A fucking slut?”

“N-no Kookie,” a new bundle of tears welled in your eyes at his harsh words. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sh-should’ve, ah, went to you,” you felt your body succumb to his touch. His nose brushed your jaw, placing warm kisses all over your neck before he glided his tongue down to your collarbone. “Please forgive me, I-I’ll be a good girl for you now, p-promise.”

“Yeah? Wanna be a good girl for daddy?” Jungkook licks the base of your collarbone before sucking it. “Yes..ah, yes daddy. Gonna be so good for you.” 

“And yet you weren’t,” you cried as you felt teeth sink into your skin. “J-Jung― ah, Kookie stop! Please i-it hurts!”

“You deserve this, fucking slut. You know how much you hurt me tonight? You’re secretly just a desperate whore, aren’t you? Missed your tiny cunt getting fucked so much that you’d let a stranger do it for you, hm? Answer me, slut.”

You felt tears drip down your eyes, embarrassment washing over your face. “What? You’re not going to speak now?” You shook your head in desperation. You couldn’t. How could you? It was too shameful.

You yelped when Jungkook picked you up by your waist and turned you over so your face was smushed into a pillow. “Ass up, now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He snarled, and you immediately obliged. Jungkook was on his knees, eyes lidded to your position as he rubbed slow circles on your bare ass. “My slut is voiceless now, hm? Begged to be daddy’s good girl but can’t even answer when I talk to you. Why are you being so disobedient tonight, baby?” It happened so fast you could barely gasp as your body lurched forward to the slap. It repulsed through your skin as your right cheek stung with a faint red.

“J-J-Jungkook, ah!” You cried as another slap came, face burying further into your pillow. “I’ll be obedient from now on! s-so please! I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry, daddy!”

Jungkook’s lips pulled to a smirk, grabbing a bundle of your hair before pulling you towards him. You whimpered and he bent down so he could see your face, tisking. “Oh, my poor baby. Did that hurt? Want to be a good little girl for daddy now?” You nodded ferociously, “p-please yes daddy! I-I’ll be so good for you. Please let me be good for you!” 

Jungkook’s dick felt constrained in his tight pants. He licked his lips to your messy, desperate state. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips just the same as heavy tears streamed down your eyes. Fuck, what Jungkook would give to fuck you senseless right then and there. But no, he needed to wait, needed to be patient. You deserved this.

“Make up your fucking mind, slut. If you want to be a good girl, then take your punishment like a good girl,” Jungkook pushed your face back into the pillow before slapping your ass once more. 

You didn’t know how long it went on, only knew the room was filled with your sobbing and the alarming sound of the contact that met your bruised skin. It hurt, it hurt so much. Your thighs were trembling and both your cheeks were a lovely shade of red and purple. But no matter how much you screamed your endless arrays of i’m sorry’s, Jungkook didn’t fail to notice how your juices soaked your underwear and spilled down your thighs

“Already making such a mess baby,” He groaned to the sight, palming himself to his creation. 

“P-please....hurts so bad...please let me l-lay down daddy, can’t hold myself much longer, please,” Jungkook adored the way you sounded for him, the way he corrupted you. You were perfect there, so perfectly powerless under him. 

“Mm, keep begging baby and maybe I’ll let you,” he unbuckled his pants and discarded them, his cock throbbing to your feeble pleads. “Please, please, p-please, please daddy... please. Hurts so bad, I-I can’t... please i-i’m a good girl. I’m a good girl for daddy. I’ll do anything please.”

“Did you learn your lesson, then?”

“Yes, I-I did, daddy!”

“You’ll be a good girl and obey daddy from now on?”

“Mhm!” You nodded vigorously, and Jungkook chuckled to your desperation. He peeled your soaked thong down, lifting your limp legs momentarily to pull it off until he set you back. You were so tired you felt your thighs give up on you right then, but before you could submit to your exhaustion, Jungkook lifted your ass up higher, arching your back deeper with one hand.

“Mm I don’t think so baby. Obey daddy and keep your ass up like a good little girl.” A gasp left your quivering lips when you felt Jungkook’s breath on your throbbing core.

“You smell so sweet baby, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook hikes your dress up and glides his tongue up your inner thigh, wiping your dripping juices clean. “Kookie, mm, please,” he trails delicate kisses over your skin, nibbling it. “Yes, baby?” 

“P-please...please Kookie..!”

“Use your words, baby. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” Jungkook smiles against your thigh as he hears your soft sniffles muffled by the pillow. His poor baby, always so shy. It was true he loved to tease you, tempt you, and loved making you cry for him—but more than anything, he wanted to take care of you. “Please touch me, Koo, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” A sharp shiver crawls across your skin when your pleads are obliged, moaning as Jungkook stuffs his face into your cunt. He kisses your clit softly. One, two, three times before sucking it with his plush lips. His hands were the only thing keeping you up now because you practically melted to the touch. The way his tongue rolled over your sensitive bud already having you see stars. “Ah...feels so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah? Would it feel even better if I do this?” He easily slides his middle finger into your slippery hole, slowly pumping in and out. “O-oh...oh my god, more please.”

“Anything for you baby, but first,” a whimper escapes your lips when you feel him leave you, that is until Jungkook swiftly but gently flips you over so you’re finally laying on your back.

Jungkook’s breath hitches to the sight of you below him, frozen for a moment to the aching pull of his heart.

“You’re so pretty baby, so pretty,” Jungkook’s voice was sweet and smooth as he helped you undress. Fuck, did you know how much you pained him? How much he held back for you, all these years, in this moment? It was so hard not to take you right then, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, to touch every single part of you with his lips.

Jungkook has fantasized about you ever since he could remember, but you truly went beyond his imagination. You were so fucking beautiful. 

“...so pretty here,” he kisses your cheeks and your jaw, down to your neck. “And here,” he kisses the valley between your breasts, his hands trailing down your curves. “And here,” your stomach...and finally, taking your clit back into his mouth.

“The prettiest cunt baby, dripping so much for daddy,” he murmurs. His tongue rolls around your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of your slick pussy. It was all too much, the sensations overwhelming your senses as ungodly moans escape your mouth. You felt fuzzy and almost light headed, reaching down to hold Jungkook’s curls.

Your back arches and tears stream down your eyes from the intense pleasure exhausting you, his fingers curling into your sweet spot mercilessly. “Do you like this baby?”

“Love it so much, Jungkook,” You moaned breathlessly, looking down at him through your tears and ... wow. 

Jungkook’s brows were creased as he focused on his tongue devouring your wet cunt, plunging his two fingers steadily in and out of you. His bangs were sticking to his forehead, glossed with sweat while your hands curled around the rest. 

You were taken aback with your emotions. Was it strange, how timid you felt then? Doing this with him was supposed to be sinful, yet for some reason, it felt anything but at that moment.

It was the fact that Jungkook looked so intent, so concentrated in making you feel good. How Jungkook showed his care for you, how he always did, how he was doing right now, cherishing you with his best effort. He wanted to give you the best experience he could, wanted nothing more than to make you feel good.

It was unbearable how much your heart swelled for him.

A knot tied in your stomach, and as if noticing your stare, his eyes flutter open to look at you.“Hm, does baby wanna cum now? You can do it love, cum for daddy.”

With that, you came undone in Jungkook’s mouth. Your cries filled the room, and Jungkook opened your hole wider with his fingers, devouring your cream. The sound of slurping made your cheeks heat with an impure red. “That’s my girl, so good for daddy. So sweet for me baby, so beautiful.”

When you went limp in his arms, he gives your lips one last sweet kiss before standing on his knees. Jungkook smiles at the sight of you, already so fucked out even when he was no where near finished with you. 

He crawled forward, his forehead resting over yours once again. “Did that feel good, sweetie?” You nod shyly, your chests heaving up and down together. With rosy cheeks, you weakly bring your hands up to trace his jaw. “Jungkook?”

“Yes baby?” You melted to his dulcet voice, keeping his loving gaze. It held so much affection, so much adoration for you, you wondered why you never realized it.

“Kiss me, please.”

Jungkook smiles warmly. Without hesitation, he takes your lush, sweet lips in his. It was gentle, a kind of kiss that was so tender it made you warm with reassurance. You were kissing Jungkook—your silly, annoying, bratty, and all the while, lovable best friend of 20 years. It was strange and odd but more than anything, it felt so, unmistakably right.

You took Jungkook by surprise when you deepened the kiss, your hand squeezing his hair. He chuckled softly, pulling himself back momentarily to look into your eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

Your cheeks heat up, but you fight your timidness as you smile back, “I love you too, Kookie.” 

With that, Jungkook delves back into your lips. A kiss that wasn’t so delicate this time. Rather, untamed and furious, as if Jungkook wanted to show you how much, how long he’s wanted this all this time.

You moaned into him as his hands groped your breasts, fingers twirling your perky nipples. “Jungkookie,” you hold your breath, feeling his clothed cock press against your core. “Fuck me please. Please, I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth. “Tell me how much you want it baby.” He flicked, swirled, and sucked it with his tongue, alternating with the other.

“W-Want it so bad daddy. Please, n-need you to fuck my wet pussy mm, daddy please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he grins and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, discarding his boxers and...

Oh.

Your breath hitched, blinking at Jungkook’s huge, painfully hardened cock. His tip was pink with sticky, white precum dribbling down his long member. It slightly pretruded up and its veins throbbed as if it’s been aching. And truly, he was. He’s been aching to feel your walls wrap around him for so long. You have no idea how hard he’s been trying to hold himself back for you. How painful it was to—and now, seeing you there, perfect and pretty, so shy and red just for him, Jungkook wasn’t sure he could anymore.

Jungkook needed you. He needed you getting stuffed full of his cock right now.

“I-Its so big...” You gulp as he centers himself in between your legs. “I know baby, so big and ready for your tiny cunt. Can you be a big girl and take it for me baby, hm? Let daddy fuck you until he’s satisfied? Let him use you like the little cock slut you are?”

“Y-yes daddy,” you whimper as he rubs his slick tip against your soaked, smooth cunt, sliding it back and forth. “I’m yours so please, p-please just use me daddy!”

“So good for me baby, such an obedient little slut for daddy, fuck,” Jungkook groans, slipping his tip into your lush walls. You cry as he stretches you all the way out, leaving no room for you to breathe with his tip poking your tummy. Your mind felt dizzy, mouth ajar with drool slipping out even when he hadn’t even moved yet. 

“Shiiit you should see yourself baby. Such a fucking whore for daddy’s cock. Can I move, baby? Or can this tiny little pussy not take my big cock?”

“I-I..mm, please, I can take it! Please fuck me daddy!”

“That’s my girl.” Jungkook starts off painfully slow but just as painfully hard, pushing your knees to your chest. He completely draws himself back so he can see his glistening, twitching tip before driving himself back into your core. “Shit baby, your pussy’s so, fuck, tight.” Jungkook moaned to how your breast bounced up and down every time he shoved himself in.

You were sobbing by the time he quickened his pace, the intense sensation having you light headed. Jungkook loved the way you looked under him, eyes rolled back with buried balls deep inside of you. “You like this baby? Love my cock filling you? Answer me.”

“L-love mm love so m—ah, Kookie..! f-feels so....g-good daddy.”

“Look at you, baby. Can’t even talk with daddy’s cock stuffing you. Such a dumb slut for daddy, so fucking hot baby.” Jungkook moans, juices spurting everywhere and dampening the sheets with every thrust.

“I-I’m not d-dumb..!” You whimpered, fat tears streaming down your eyes. Jungkook smirks, licking his lips.

“Aww, of course you are baby. Just a dumb little cock slut for daddy. Can only think of daddy’s cock, can you?”

You can’t bring yourself to answer, your mind too scrambled with each and every thrust. Jungkook was going so fast, so hard, you felt so full.

“That’s what I thought baby. My sweet girl, fucked dumb for daddy. You only need daddy’s cock, nothing else.” Jungkook positioned your legs over his shoulders, clenching on to them to drill deeper into your tummy.

“Oh, o-oh my god, ah d-daddy...! ‘m your slut...love your dick so m-much...love being stuffed with cock.” Jungkook groaned to your sinful moans, feeling his stomach tighten.

“Just want daddy to cum inside you, don’t you? Want daddy to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum, baby?”

“Y-yes, please daddy! Want daddy’s cum so bad! Please give me cum..!” Jungkook shoves his thumb inside of you plush lips, and god, he’s so proud of his work, so proud of you. You were taking his thumb like a good girl, sucking it as if it were his cock.

Jungkook felt his dick throb inside of you, aching for release. He pulls his thumb out with a pop of your wet lips, coated with saliva, and rubs figures over your clit. You scream, gripping onto the sheets. it was so much, too much for you to handle. Your back arches as he abuses your clit and sloppily fucks your hole.

“J-Jung–Jungkook, ah, please! Kookie! I-I’m..!”

“Its okay, baby, its okay. Gonna cum with daddy, hm? You can do it baby, sweet girl, cum for me,” Jungkook cooes, attempting to soothe your nerves, but his words are breathless and ragged. He thrusts in and out one, two, three, four more times until he burries himself deep inside you, spurts of thick cum filling your womb.

Jungkook groans as your pussy clenches around him, and you’re a sobbing, moaning, wet mess as you milk him. “Fuck, my sweet girl. Taking my cum like a big girl baby. So good for daddy, so fucking good for me.” With his praise, you feel yourself release soon after. Jungkook continues to thrust in and out of you, helping you ride out your high.

When he feels you falter in his arms, he pulls out and lays on top of you. Both of you stay like that for awhile, exhausted and in a daze.

With your moist bodies tangled with one another’s, you shut your eyes. You can hear Jungkook’s heartbeat hammer against yours, you short-winded breaths, and the soft whirring sound of the air conditioner.

Moonlight filtered in through your windows, casting a luminescent glow on Jungkook’s skin when he pushes his upper body up, his shoulders resting on either side of you.

Jungkook had spent the whole night cherishing you, telling you how pretty you were, and yet there he was—so ethereal under midnight’s grace. How could he be real?

You bring your hand to caress his cheeks. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

In that moment, so intimate and sacred, His doe, gentle eyes that you could get lost in—that hold all the lost stars of the night sky, tell you all you need to know.

You yawn, stretching your arms high up. “Here’s your order maam,” two porcelain cups of matcha are placed in front of you, steam following it’s every movement. You mumble a thank you, smiling before your eyes drift to the man at the other side of the cross walk.

He’s wearing all black as per usual, revealing the beautiful tattoos that adorned his tan skin. His hair was tousled and he looked sleepy—after all, he’d just gotten out of class—but as soon as the crosswalk lights up with green, you chuckle when he sprints across and into the shop.

The bell that hung by the door didn’t even finish ringing before he runs to you, sweeping you off your chair and into his arms. “Kookie, let me down!” You giggle, but nonetheless wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” he nuzzles his nose into yours. “You finally published it right? The twenty second chapter?”

a / n : ahhhhh its exactly 3:01am and i have class in the morning which is why the middle ending is super rushed sorry ! i truly wonder why i do this to myself.

this is my first smut fanfiction so i’m not sure how i did , but if anyone ever reads this , i hope you enjoyed ! i dont think im cut out to write smut, i truly did have headaches thinking of synonyms for thrust and dirty talk . i really admire smut writers ,, writing smut is not as easy as it seems !!

anyways , sending love abundance and happiness your ways. you deserve love, you’re worthy of love, and you are love.

stay safe and healthy starlights <3

[jadequeen88]

Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki​ and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward. 

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

 “Big Red <3” 

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him. 

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on. 

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss. 

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests. 

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped. 

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree. 

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it. 

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.” 

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating. 

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?” 

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. 

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure. 

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out. 

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit. 

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks. 

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body. 

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock. 

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.” 

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker. 

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours. 

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp. 

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug. 

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands. 

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom. 

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”