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I think I’ve misclicked trying to scroll and accidentally voted on like two polls today (X X; ).
In funnier tumblr news tho, my recommendations are filled with some random guy from Adventure Time because tumblr noticed that I tag the name Simon a lot. I keep getting excited and disappointed seeing posts talking about Simon but it’s wrong one every time lol.
#text post#mobile tumblr sucks#but I have to use it for the convenience most of the time#I don’t really have a desk or anything for my laptop so the dining room table of the house has to be clear and not in use to use it#either that or a couple other specific spots in the house#otherwise I go shrimp posture and oof ouch my back#anyone else misclicked a poll and voted something wildly untrue 💀💀💀💀#like oof now I’m gonna feel guilty all day#I’ve never watched adventure time cause I didn’t have cable growing up so idk what’s even going on lol#random spoilers constantly with absolutely no context on my main page lmao#why is the ice king a twink now#is that the ice king?????#why does he look manufactured specifically to be a tumblr sexyman#it’s really funny getting to peak at other people’s interests like that sometimes
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i love blaming issues on me being hot and sexy jokingly bc of self esteem issues when in fact the issue in question is bc of being hot and sexy also i hate when shopping trips take longer bc of random men 💔💔💔
#personal#went to the liquor store to pick up a wine for my mom#in a hannibal sweater and sweats#go to the aisle i vaugely remember it in get stopped by an associate#he tells me about a promo then is like you look like an ex#and i’m like huh#and so he’s like oh yeah you know that ex you have that looks super put together got married has kids the one that got away type#anyway so we go on that and im like oh thanks! exchange names bc i’m polite and don’t know anyway so he’s trying to help me find this wine#takes me through a few sections tries looking it up on his phone is like oof we don’t have this no wait we do#good bc i have to leave if not#still can’t find it and im pretty sure it’s in that section i was in but i didn’t know a polite way to be like im good lmao but takes me to#the computer it does not#load whole time im there and lines long so anyway after a few minutes im like i’ll give him two more tries before saying thank you but im#okay looking it doesn’t load i say thank you but im pretty sure it’s where i started and he’s like okay let’s go#tony baby we don’t need to look together it’s okay but go back and it’s literally one aisle from where i started and he’s like aha knew i’d#find it tony baby why did we do this.#like okay i get staring or anything else if i’m out in public in a mini skirt and platforms or like#any weird or cute outfit comes with the territory not my first rodeo#so yeah no i don’t like it but at least when i’m wearing that it’s like oh okay#but cmon this experience was so much longer than it needed to be also who’s line is u look like an ex yes bc we had to go through this#whole thing while i’m so sleepy and was so close to my original goal just to start with#i remember after explaining that foot dude in walmart and my process of keeping an eye of people around me 24/7#gg was like yeah i never do that cause i can go in places get what i need and leave without being stopped think about that everyday#he was polite and nice it was just a bit annoying when i’m sleepy and i was so close to begin with
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◈ the worst day of the week // choi seungcheol
seungcheol x gn!reader, 1.2k+ words
tags: requested by anon, fluff, established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, soooo domestic oof
warnings: pet names (baby), reader eats cereal at 2am
summary: everyone has days where they don't want to go to work. for you, it happens every monday, but fortunately, you have a lovely boyfriend who will do anything to make you smile, even on your worst days.
“What are you doing?”
You flinch at the stern words that sound over your shoulder, and pause with your hand held midair. You can't turn around, frozen in place.
“Um.” You swallow nervously. “Nothing?”
There's a tense silence, and you can hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears as you breathe slowly, too afraid to make any more noise. The person is still standing behind you, a looming presence, and maybe, if you hold still for long enough, then they might end up going away—
Seungcheol sighs, and walks around the kitchen table until he's facing you. “Y/N. What are you doing?”
Your shoulders slump as your boyfriend's face comes into view, his hair all sleep-mussed and his eyes droopy with drowsiness. But his gaze is focused on you, the disapproving turn of his lips clear even in the faint light provided by the lamp in the corner of the kitchen.
Weakly, you attempt a smile. “I'm having a bowl of cereal?”
Seungcheol blinks. A long, slow, unimpressed blink. “You're having a bowl of cereal at two in the morning?”
“Yeah. It's like… the new ‘it’ thing. Everyone's doing it.”
He raises an eyebrow. You slowly shove another spoonful of cereal into your mouth.
“No, they're not,” Seungcheol says, and with a sigh, tries to reach over and pull the bowl away from you. “Y/N, baby—”
“Hey, no, don't take my cereal away,” you protest, grappling for the cereal and tugging it towards you before he can take it away. Seungcheol frowns disapprovingly, and you wilt a little. “It'll go all soggy if I don't have it now. I need to eat it.”
“You need to sleep,” he returns firmly, and then sighs again. “Y/N, it's two in the morning, and you have work later. Why are you awake, and eating cereal? You don't even like this kind of cereal.”
He's right, and you don't, because it's the tasteless variety that grates irritatingly against your gums but you just needed something to do, because it's a Monday tomorrow and it's literally the worst day of the week and you don't want Monday to come.
Well. Technically, it's already Monday. But thinking about it like that makes you feel even more terrible, the little worms digging even uglier holes into your stomach, and you grimace.
So that's why you're awake now, shoving tasteless, soggy cereal into your mouth because you don't want to go to bed.
Seungcheol regards you with sad eyes, like he knows exactly what you're thinking.
Knowing him, you think sulkily, he probably really does.
He doesn’t say anything, though, and just continues watching you with those sad eyes as you slowly eat your cereal. His gaze makes you feel strangely guilty, heart twisting weirdly in your chest as you eat, feeling like you’re doing something wrong.
By the time you finish, your boyfriend still hasn’t said a word, but he does pinch your cheek fondly and take the bowl from you once you set down your spoon.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, and he's looking at you with those big, earnest eyes, the sincerity and warmth making his gaze meltingly soft even in the darkness of the room. When you hesitate to answer, his eyes seem to melt even more. “Do you want a hug?”
And oh, there's something about the way he says it that makes you begin to tear up, feeling so overwhelmingly comforted by his voice.
“Oh, baby…”
Before you know it, he's gotten up from the table, walked over to you, pulled your chair back and enveloped you in a hug.
He's wearing one of his oversized hoodies, and the material is soft under your fingers as you cling to his shoulders, burying yourself into the crook of his neck as he holds you securely. He just smells so much like him, all gentle and kind and willing to be there for you and all your worries and fears about the dreaded day ahead of you make you dissolve, kitten-weak, into his arms.
“Shh, don't worry baby,” Seungcheol murmurs, still bent over you, hands rubbing secure circles into your back as you cry. “Don't worry. It's okay, shhh, don't cry, I'm here. I'm here for you.”
It only makes you cry harder, hearing the care in his voice, but Seungcheol doesn't seem to mind. He stays over you, hugging you, until your tears begin to subside, and then he helps you out of the uncomfortable kitchen chair, one hand around your waist and the other keeping your fingers interlaced with his own as he guides you out and up the stairs, back to your room again.
He's gentle, the entire way, whispering words of comfort and pressing reassuring kisses to your temple as he helps you up the stairs.
“There we go, that's it, I love you,” he says softly, when you make it up the final step. He squeezes your hand, once. “I love you.”
He's babying you, even more than his normal boyfriend-level of Doting™, but you can't even bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it, more focused on how nice it feels to be held by him, to be treated so delicately. And even when your nose is still running and your eyes feel all horribly swollen, Seungcheol still calls you beautiful, still says he loves you.
“Here we are,” he says, smiling, as he tucks you into bed before moving round to the other side to climb in himself. “Rest, baby. You need to sleep now.”
You mumble something, incoherent even to yourself. Seungcheol just chuckles softly, pressing another kiss to your temple.
“Rest,” he repeats, the word warm against your cheek as he kisses you again. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” you say, a little drowsy. A beat. “Still don't wanna go to work t'morrow.”
Seungcheol chuckles again. “I know, baby. But I'll be here when you come back home, you know? You won't be at work forever. I promise.”
“Mhm. Feels like forever, though.”
“Maybe.” Seungcheol is silent for a moment, thoughtful. “How about this. After work tomorrow, we'll go out on a date.”
You look over at him. “A date? On a Monday?”
“Just a small one,” Seungcheol says, and you can see his mildly embarrassed smile, even in the dimness of the room. “It'll give you something to look forward to, no?”
It certainly would. You can't help but smile, a blush creeping up on your cheeks because he just somehow makes you feel so loved even when he's smiling bashfully at 2am on the absolutely worst day of the entire week.
“Yeah,” you say, and roll over to snuggle into him, rubbing at your swollen eyes until they feel a little better, relaxing into him with a contented sigh. “Thank you, Cheol.”
“Of course, baby,” Seungcheol says, and then presses another kiss to the top of your head, gathering you in his arms.
You look up at him, and with your eyes, you trace the adoration on his face even in the darkness. You smile.
“I love you.”
Seungcheol squeezes you against him, and kisses your forehead yet again, his lips as warm and soft as the gentlest of promises.
“I love you too.”
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whatever you say, bro - chs
pairing: vernon x reader word count: 1.2k warnings: kissing, Shrek slander request prompt: "You're cute." "What did you say?" + "are you flirting with me?" "I’ve been trying to do that for three years."
Read Part Two here!
A/N: Thanks so much for all the support on my 700 follower celebration. You guys rock! I'm doing my best to get through the requests, but there were way more than I anticipated so bear with me!
Vernonie [8:59pm]: we still on for tomorrow night?
Your heart leaps, like it always does, when Vernon’s name pops up on your screen.
Y/N [9:01pm]: yeah! see you then, bro
You sigh heavily, throwing your phone down onto the bed beside you and rolling over, pulling your pillow into your chest.
Bro.
It’s a defense mechanism, you know, but it’s getting a bit ridiculous now. You’ve taken to throwing out the word nervously when he gets too close – which seems to be more often than not lately. You’d been worried that your crush on Vernon was getting disgustingly apparent, and so you'd started with this whole "bro" nonsense. Now, you don’t know how to get out of it.
Every time he catches you looking at him and raises a dramatic brow; every time you’re making plans to hang out just the two of you; every time his hand accidentally brushes yours while he hands over a headphone for you to listen to a song – you find a way to call him 'bro'. So that he knows it’s all strictly platonic. Which it’s not, of course – not for you – but his friendship means more to you than anything in this world, and you’re not going to jeopardize that just because you think he’s hot. And kind. And funny.
Sure thing, bro. See you tomorrow, bro. I love movie nights with you, bro. I love when you show me new music or video games and your face lights up, bro. I love your eyes and the way you laugh at your own jokes, bro. While we're at it, your smile is pretty nice too, bro.
You close your eyes with a sigh.
"Thumb war."
"What?"
You’re sitting on the floor in Vernon’s apartment the next day, arguing over which movie to watch. It’s been at least a half hour of back and forth, so you'd decided to take matters into your own hands, and had proposed the most obvious solution.
"Thumb war," you repeat. "Winner gets to pick the movie."
Vernon eyes you warily. "Fine. You're on."
As soon as his fingers curl into yours, you can feel your stomach flutter. His touch sends goosebumps across your skin, and you regret the suggestion instantly, but you must carry on. For honour – and for the fact that if he makes you watch Shrek 2 again you might scream.
You square your shoulders and laugh at Vernon’s face, which has instantly turned competitive. You count down, and as your thumbs begin to battle, you feel the competitiveness in yourself grow, too.
“Yes!” You cry. You have him pinned.
You’re counting down when Vernon suddenly surges forward, your hands falling apart as you let out an ‘oof’ and fall to the ground. You let out a squeak as your back hits the floor with a soft thud, Vernon landing on top of you. His arms are on either side of your head as he pushes himself up a little, chest hovering above yours, and you can audibly hear the way your breath catches in your throat.
"Just shut up and let me pick a movie," he says breathlessly, and you’re sure you've forgotten how to breathe. His hips are between your knees, his chest pressed to yours, and you can feel every part of him against you.
"Make me shut up," come your words, and you regret it immediately. His eyebrows raise, just as surprised as you are, and you swear he falters a little.
"I will," he says back after a pause, and you can’t tear your gaze away from his. "I'll kiss you."
The blood is rushing to your cheeks before you have time to think. Around now would be the time that you look away, but he’s so close that you can’t. Your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest, and you’re certain he can hear it. Or feel it.
Your head is spinning as you force out a laugh before saying, "Okay, bro."
Vernon’s eyes search your face before meeting your gaze again. His expression is serious, and you hold your breath as you wait for him to react.
But all he does is stand up, holding his hands up in surrender. "You can choose.”
For the rest of the night, things feel a bit awkward between you. You don’t comment on it like you normally would, because Vernon hasn’t said anything, which means he’s probably forgotten and it’s just you that’s making it weird now. You make it through your pick, and then he surprises you by picking one of your other favourites to watch as a second movie. It’s sweet, but you’re confused since he'd caused such a fuss earlier.
As the movie progresses, you begin to relax a little. You can feel Vernon’s eyes on you as you giggle to yourself, and you shoot him a glare.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. You turn back to the TV, focusing again when you hear him add, quieter, “You’re cute.”
Your head whips back in his direction. He avoids your gaze this time, the only telltale sign he notices you looking shown in the way he fidgets with the remote.
“What did you say?”
“I said you’re annoying.”
You think ignoring everything that’s just transpired in the last minute is probably for the best.
“I’m about to be really annoying, then,” you quip – and then you begin to quote line after line.
It’s one of his biggest pet peeves, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose. You continue, waiting for him to break. It doesn’t take very long.
"Oh my god. Shut up." You can hear the smile in his voice, and you know you aren’t annoying him that much.
"Make me," you shoot back without thinking, your heart stopping as you quickly remember where those two words had gotten you just a couple of hours before. You think Vernon is holding his breath, too, and you resist the urge to shrink even further back into his couch. Don’t make it weird, it’s fine, you’re just joking, don’t make it –
Vernon’s hand is on your face before you can finish your thought, tilting your chin up towards him – and then he’s kissing you.
When he pulls back, it takes a second for your eyes to flutter open again. And when they do, he’s already looking back at you, unwavering. His thumb brushes against your chin before he smirks and says, eyebrows raised, "I told you I would, bro.”
Your mouth is agape as he drops his hand and turns back to the movie. You feel a bit like your entire brain is resetting as you process what just happened.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“I’ve been trying to do that for like, three years now, so… yeah.”
“You kissed me.”
Vernon looks at you again now, and you absolutely cannot understand how he’s so calm about all of this. Smiling about it, even. “I did. Thoughts?”
Your friend is stoic at the best of times, but his eyes always give him away. When he doesn’t break your gaze, when he just waits while you process, you can see it in the way he’s looking at you — that even if he seems calm on the outside, he’s nervous. Nervous that you’re going to reject him, nervous that he may have overstepped, nervous that you don’t like him back. As if that would even be possible. “I think,” you say slowly, “that the movie can wait a little longer if you wanted to kiss me some more… bro.”
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Happy July 4th, everyone, and good luck to the UK voters out there!
Wow it's Year 11 of doing these!! Here's the AO3 link to the past 10 years, and here's the tumblr link.
Reminder that this is a long game -- some of the judges making decisions were appointed back in the 80s. Many of the cases that were decided this round were from Trump's term. So it's going to take long-term, consistent voting over a decade to start tipping things in the other direction. (Which I talked about in 2018 re: Trump shenanigans and 2022 re: Dobbs).
A lot has been done by the Biden administration (I'm assuming most folks have seen this post by boreal-sea with their very helpful sources), and much of that will be overturned by Trump, especially if he gets the Senate, and especially now that he would have a blank check for anything "official". So let's make sure that doesn't happen.
And even if Trump does get elected, your decisions down-ballot might effect control of the House or Senate, or might make it easier to vote next time, plus the whole plethora of state and local issues. It's Republican state attorney generals who are challenging climate regulations, for example.
Plus, when you really get down to it, only one of the candidates plans on pardoning himself and all his friends if he wins, and attacking the government if he loses. Maybe that guy shouldn't be the President.
If you're new to voting, remember to check voter registration deadlines! I'm a permanent vote-by-mail voter and it's so nice. :)
Transcript under the readmore
Page 1: Sam and Bucky meet up with Steve for a picnic. Steve: Thought you guys were still in Sudan? Bucky: I’m forcing Sam to take a break.
Sam collapses onto the picnic blanket. Sam: Oof, it just never stops, does it? Steve: Nope.
Bucky hands Sam an orange popsicle. Bucky: Eat and relax for a bit, Sam. Sam: Thanks.
Page 2: Bucky asks Steve: How are things state-side? Steve responds: HORRIBLE. Bucky: I thought you’ve been tentatively hopeful about what Biden has been able to achieve? Steve: I was! Student loans, child care, climate regulations, infrastructure, labor, trans rights … he’s quietly done a lot through regulatory improvements and congress bills. But now all people will talk about is how he’s OLD. And then there’s the Supreme Court’s decisions … Chevron and immunity… Steve puts his head in his hands, while Sam and Bucky look on with some concern.
Page 3: Bucky hands Steve a blue/raspberry popsicle: Steve, take a deep breath, and a popsicle. Sam: Sounds like we missed a lot. What’s going on? How bad is it? Steve: Pretty bad. The Supreme Court has made some decisions that give the Court and the President A LOT of discretionary power. Sam: Yikes, that doesn’t sound good. Steve: Well, the Chevron thing means that judges with life-term appointments can override policies made by government agencies. And now it’ll be harder to hold a President accountable because he will have immunity for any “official” actions.
Page 4: Sam: So if the President tries to, say, overturn a democratic election result, he’ll be allowed to as long as it’s in his job description? Steve: I don’t think threatening state electors is “official” business, but that will be decided by federal judges. Who get their jobs by approval from both the President and the Senate. Bucky: Yeesh. No wonder you’re stressed. Any good news? Steve: Well, thanks the Biden and the razor-thin Senate majority, the newer bills don’t rely on the Chevron deference. Still not great but not catastrophic. Sam, squirting ketchup on his hot dog: So what I’m hearing is that it’s now more important than ever to have a President and a Senate who you can trust to appoint fair judges, pass bills, and not commit crimes.
Page 5: Steve: Plus all of the state level offices, now that more and more deciding power has been thrown back to the states — abortion, LGBTQ rights, voting access… Bucky: Hey, at least this is a big election year so we can actually do something! Steve, with his arms crossed, looking surly: Except that all people want to talk about is how Biden is “too old” and “not doing enough,” as if that is on par with Trump’s desire to dismantle basic rights! As if the candidate who doesn’t embody ALL their ideals is not worth voting for! Bucky interrupts with a smart and a loud “PFFT.”
Page 6: Bucky: Um, Steve. YOU were like that in 1940. Sam, nudging Bucky: “Oh, this I gotta hear. Spill, Barnes.” In sepia, Steve is pacing around their apartment while Bucky is sitting and reading a newspaper. Steve: I can’t believe he’s running for a 3rd term! we need a fresh candidate to vote for! This is hardly a choice at all! AND he refuses to engage in Europe! All of Europe under fascist control and we’re just twiddling our thumbs? He’s letting millions die through his inaction! Bucky: Most people don’t want another war, Steve. If he came out for it, he would lose. Steve, indignant: But Buck, it’s your Polish relative who are in danger! Bucky, closing his newspaper and looking at Steve: Yeah, and between FDR and Willkes, I trust FDR to help if he could.
Page 7: Steve, in sepia, looking away: Should he be encouraged to do more? Maybe I should vote for Browder. The Communists have historically be Anti-Fascist.
Sam interrupts off-screen: Waitaminute! STEVE was going to PROTEST-VOTE? Steve: We were in a Blue State, Sam! Sam: But what about the down ballot races?! Steve: RELAX, I did my due diligence down-ballot. I wanted a senate that’s more progressive than the President.Voted LaGuardia for Mayor, too. Steve hesitates: Then, when I got to the President… I realized that the Best case scenario would be that my vote did nothing, versus if it actually spoiled the election. And when I asked myself who I could trust to work with my Senator… well, FDR had a good record with Labor. (sepia shot of young Steve voting) Bucky interrupts: Hold on, Steve.
Page 8: Bucky, eating a cookie, arching an eyebrow: You didn’t vote for Browder? Why didn’t you tell me? Steve: And have you say “I told you so” for the next century? Bucky: Heh.
Steve, with hand on his chin: What’s weird was that, despite everything, I still felt HORRIBLE when I ticked that box. Sam: Sounds like you built up the meaning of that vote far too much in your head. Logically, we know that a single box can’t represent all of the complexity of a whole system, but the desperately WANT it to. Just look at how people have built up so much around the term “Zionis” that it’s made productive conversations difficult.
Page 9: Sam and Steve speak in the background while Bucky reaches into the cooler and pulls out a box. Steve: Sigh. And that’s something that goes beyond the election. Sam: Which is why we need to vote, AND do other things. Bucky, looking at Steve and Sam: Like how Steve works to push organizations on the local level? Or like all the work you do as Captain America? Sam: Exactly. Vote AND.
Sam looks at Bucky fondly: Like how you vote AND make me and Steve take breaks. Bucky, looking stern because he can’t handle compliments: Shush, Sam.
Bucky holds up a cake that has the number “107” on it: It’s time for cake. Happy Birthday, Steve.
#happy birthday steve#supreme court#election#steve rogers#bucky barnes#sam wilson#11th year holy fuck#mine#my comic#oh hey i'm traveling for the next month so i might be not very responsive#longpost is long but I think everyone has the longpost shrinker by default now?
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@mulberriesandtea @clownsalot @trinipopkt @milk-ly @tired-and-unslimed @qrevo @azuresuu Thank You for yelling back you all are so right -- I'm glad we are all equally normal about this 😤👍
I know most of our focus goes (rightfully) to the trial songs, but I genuinely believe Baptism of Fire is equally a masterpiece of meaningful writing and intense vocal acting
Incoming tag rant because I need to yell about this, feel free to yell back
#i wanted to just make a little reply but i forgot tumblr doesnt allow that many tagged blogs#i was going to explode with excitement with nowhere to go so it made me real happy to hear your thoughts!! ty!!#it IS so raw im losing my mind#thats really cool its what got you into fuuta in the first place!#yesss the mocking tone is So fun and then all of the sudden its not mocking and it hurts 👀👀👀#its really does get us to sympathize with him/the prisoners unlike anything that came before#oof yeah -- i dont think any of the vds have made me wish there were visuals as much as this one#the emotions were so messy and it breaks my heart to picture :((#(<- doesnt stop her from picturing it endlessly)#and omg yeah all the t2 changes have done wonders to deepen each character -- they feel so much deeper and mroe human#omg wait i think it is the first time we see es open up like that...#them saying they view the prisoners as a team and feeling genuinely sorry to see him hurt -- but they still have a job to do Ough#yeah ive gone back to yunos a bit and rewatching the t1 ones with my sister make me go oh right i forgot that happened adfsd#but this one Hit Different#the laughs!! The screaming at the end!! its all so memorable#HE DID PUT HIS WHOLE LOUNSBUSSY INTO IT I LOVE HIM AFDSGSS#and it really is so good to listen to just on its own!#his voice and the changes are just incredibly interesting wah#milgram#fuuta kajiyama
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A/N: guess who was going mad thinking how safe it must feel to be with coups and how i need soft aftercare cheol
tw: smutty but mostly aftercare because i'm weak for seungcheol, readers is afab and referred to as she/her and girl (not the young type), swearing, mention of choking and generally cheol and reader having a great fucking time fucking,
your thighs are still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. you're overcome with bliss, lying haphazardly across the crumpled bed sheets, your fingers fitting perfectly into the grooves of the muscles of cheol's back. gently, his hands glide up and down your sides, and you sigh happily at the feeling, head full of cotton candy.
'you alright, love?' he asks, propping himself up on his elbows as his lips connect with your forehead.
'you bet,' you yawn, eyelids drooping.
he kisses you on the lips, sweet and tender. 'i'm pulling out now.'
both of you groan as he does so, your ruined pussy almost sucking him back in when you clench at the feel of it. stretching, cheol rolls neatly off the side of the bed and onto his feet, and you enjoy the view as he pads over to the bathroom - you sure as hell love to watch him go.
he glances over his shoulder, catching the sultry look on your face. 'if you wanted a round four, i'd be happy to deliver.'
you roll your eyes. 'you're a menace, cheol. can't a girl enjoy staring at her butt naked boyfriend?'
cheol has disappeared into the bathroom now, although you can still see his side profile in the faint reflection of the shower glass. a smile tugs at his lips as he takes a flannel from the cabinet beneath the sink and dampens it with warm water.
'only if i'm allowed the same privaleges,' he chuckles as he steps back into the bedroom.
gently, he wraps his fingers around your ankles and unceremoniously drags you until you're lying at the edge of the bed. you're about to open your mouth and give him a bit of sass, something along the lines of handling the goods with a bit more care, but by then he's dipped the flannel between your folds to clean you up.
a squeak slips from you at the feel of it. you're sensitive, and a jolt shoots through your body, making the muscles in your thighs jump. he chuckles, one of his wide hands coming up to cup your hip so he can caress your skin with his thumb, and you scowl at him; his eyes are dancing and full of mischief, but beneath that is a sort of tooth rotting adoration. it's the kind of innocent sparkle in his gaze that makes a whole flutter of butterflies come to life in your stomach - as if he hadn't just fucked you into last week with a hand around your throat.
the butterflies become a whole menagerie when he has the audacity to dip his head and press soft kisses to each and every one of the bruises and love bites he left littered on your torso.
you swear, this man will be the death of you.
'cheol,' you mumble. 'c'mere.'
you hold your arms out, signalling your need for cuddles. immediately, his face lights up, eyes sparkling more than they were before, and he gets to his feet and scoops you up before launching himself, and therefore you, into the middle of the bed. a small oof leaves your chest upon landing, and he laughs sweetly and wraps his arms around you so you can't be mad for his sudden burst of energy.
sighing, you wriggle around in the blankets until you're comfortably pressed into the curve of his body. warm and sure, he holds you in his arms, his palm repeatedly smoothing up and down between your shoulder blades, ensuring that you melt into his side.
'need anything?' he asks softly. 'snacks? water?'
'just you,' you mumble into the solidness of his chest, your eyelids drooping. 'i love you.'
'me too,' he grins teasingly.
you frown, the fingers you'd previously had splayed across his stomach coming up to pinch his chest. slapping your hand away, he yelps, almost falling off the side of the bed in effort to get away from your sleepy but savage attack.
'okay, okay,' he surrenders. 'i love you too.'
'you're full of shit,' you mumble, but flop onto him again, enjoying the heat his body radiates as you press a kiss onto his shoulder.
'says the person clinging onto me like her life depends on it,' he chuckles.
you don't reply, instead just making an intelligible noise, eyes closing. he's doing that thing that never fails to send you to sleep, where he runs his fingers through your hair, almost massaging your scalp. cheol is warm and solid beneath you, safe. he cradles you in his strong arms as if you're the most precious thing in the universe.
if you weren't so tired, you'd probably open your eyes so you could see the stars in his.
instead, you settle for mumbling 'i love you' again into his chest. the small chuckle he lets out vibrates beneath your ear, and he drops a kiss on your hair.
'i love you more.'
imagine he also made her go and pee to avoid UTIs, guess who didnt know how to put it in but it's fanfic not irl what can i say
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Evol is Love Spelled Backwards
Synopsis: In which whilst fighting Heartbreaker, they get smacked in the face by their newest love spell which makes them impossibly gobsmacked over the person they love. PRE-RELATIONSHIP
Seeing Zayne on a hospital bed instead of a patient was a sight no one expected to see. But he was acting weird. Way weird. After getting smacked in the face by Heartbreaker, his temperature spiked, his face flushed, and his heart rate seemed to rocket whenever he’s not near you. So, as the doctor checks him out, Zayne’s glassy eyes are glued to you, as if the moment he looked away you’d disappear forever. He holds your hands tightly, never wanting to let go. After the checkup, the doctor said the side affects would disappear within a few hours. When he left, Zayne yanked you onto the bed, onto his lap, pinning you to his chest. He looked up at you with a lovesick expression.
Zayne: Are you hurt…
MC: Me? You’re the one who blocked the attack…
Zayne: Of course… I love you… And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Ever.
You flushed, not expecting that at all. Sure, you’ve both danced around the subject, sharing affections, but…
MC: Wait until you’re sober to tell me that…
Zayne: Does it matter? I’ve felt this way my entire life…
You’re sure he can feel the way your heart races. Like a sixth sense. He gives you an absolutely lovesick smile and leans up to nuzzle your nose with his. Even under this spell, your comfort and safety comes first.
When Zayne comes to, he’s slightly embarrassed by the whole ordeal but rolls with it anyways.
Zayne: Not exactly how I pictured that, but— would you like to go on a proper date with me?
Oh boy. Rafayel’s already clingy as it is. Imagine him getting smacked in the face with Heartbreaker’s love letter spell? Absolutely horrible. Thomas had to cancel his event with how insufferable and whiny Rafayel was acting. And god forbid you leave his side for even a second— How dare you!
Rafayel: Just say you hate me and want me to die!
MC: I don’t see what the big deal is. I just need to—
Rafayel: NO!
Rafayel sprung to his feet on wobbly legs. He can’t hold himself up, so he falls into your arms like a dainty princess. Lucky for him, you’re too lost in the impossible colors in his eyes to chastise him. With flushed cheeks, he furrows his eyebrows in a cute glare and tells you how he feels.
Rafayel: I don’t want you to leave me ever! I want you to stay by my side.
MC: I can only do so much as your bodyguard—
Rafayel: *shakes his head* Not as my bodyguard! As my soulmate!
Your heart stopped. Did he mean it? Like, really mean it? Rafayel always flirted with you, but you always took it in good jest, secretly wishing it was real. But now…
When Rafayel sobers up, he grabs your hand, gently cradling your face.
Rafayel: I meant it you know… Every single word… Let me take you out on a date. Just me and you…
Writing this report to Jenna was going to be tricky. I mean, how do you tell your boss that the strongest hunter on the team was completely inebriated by a love spell? Xavier, being the dashing and heroic hunter you knew, stepped in front of you as Heartbreaker unleashed their newest spell. The force of nature that was your partner has been reduced to a pile of goop clinging onto your shoulder like his life depended on it. As you walked him up to his apartment, you had to fight down the burn in your cheeks as he complimented the smell of your hair and the new lipstick you bought. He was close. Too close.
MC: Alright, Xavier. Here we go. Just give me your keys and you’ll be home safe and sound— WAH!
Xavier had unlocked the door for you and fell in, bringing you down with him. You landed on his chest with an oof, concerned on whether or not he hit his head.
MC: Are you okay?!
As you felt around the back of his head for any bumps, his arms around you tightened, pinning you to his chest. You flushed, your noses almost touching. His eyes linger on your lips, a hand going up to play with your hair as he hummed.
Xavier: I’m okay…
MC: Aha… That’s good. Um, could you let me up now.
He furrowed his brows with a serious glint in his eyes.
Xavier: No.
MC: But I need to—
Xavier: You don’t need to do anything. Not without me. We’re partners—
MC: Yes… Work partners—
Xavier: For life.
Woahhhh. He hasn’t even asked out on a date yet at that point. When he comes to, he’s genuinely confused by what he had just admitted to you. But he wasn’t going to back down.
Xavier: That wasn’t how it went in the books I’ve read but… Do you want… To go out sometime?
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dorm leaders and a chubby s/o
As a chubby guy my self I absolutely love Chubby readers, this was written in the early days when I wasn't writing all my readers implied to be chubby- dark times I know- since I am almost done with restoration ⚠︎REQUEST ARE OPEN⚠︎ please send in request, my navigation post has links to anything you would need! And if you don't wanna request you can always just chat! Anon is always open
CW : fluff, chubby readers supremacy
Riddle
Riddle lives you no matter what!
You being chubby does not affect him at all, besides your super soft and good for cuddles
Will not tolerate slander on your name weather from yourself or others
Gets really angry when people comment rude things about you
Isn't one for PDA but he'll hold your hand, especially when your insecure
Lowkey loves your hugs sm because gosh your just so amazing
You make him so red in the face aksbsosndhskebje like how can you be so cute
You can always tell who was talking smack because they will have riddles collar thing and will avoid your gaze
And the screaming from riddle
Very soft with you
Azul
He knows exactly how you feel when you feel insecure
Azul is very understanding because he also used to be chubby
Loves your hugs so much because your warm and soft ✨
If you let him lay his head on your thighs he would probably die on the spot
Seriously he loves to rest his head on your nice plush thighs
Talk shit get hit, or in this case, hunted for sport by two very tall eel Bois
Actually gets angry when people mermer about you because oof that shit hits close to home
Really good at comforting you because he says all the things he wishes he was told
Always compliments you ❤
Leona
Literally not a fuck in sight 👀 he gives no shits
You are good for naps tho
Loves to lay on your tummy and sleep for hours
Thinks your such a cute little herbivore
Ur a snack ❤
When your down and sad he'll legit just pull you into his lap and cuddle tf out of you ✨
Has heard people talk smack about your weight and it always irks him
Probably gave someone a black eye about it
Not the best at comforting you but he'll tell you that those people are just assholes and not worth your time
Kalim
Aksnakamdbsks 𝕐𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝔼𝕊
Loves you so much!! Everything, from your cute cheeks to your soft hugs and adorable tummy
Am I biased? Extremely. Does that change the fact that I think kalim would ADORE a chubby s/O?? Not at all
Always wants hugs from you because your soft and warm and make his heart go brrrrrrr
Always gives you the most heartfelt compliments
If your insecure about the close you were then he'll let you know just how much he loves anything you put on
Gets legitimately confused and mad when someone talks bad about you and has no shame in asking what there problem is
Really good at comforting you and will cuddle you while calling you cute pet names 🥺
Vil
😤👏body👏positive 👏vil 👏
Vil firmly believes that just because your chubby doesn't mean that your not beautiful and adorable
👏all bodys are gorgeous 👏
Always seems to pick clothes that look fabulous on you and also make you feel comfortable
Won't admit it out loud but he loves your plump cheeks and tummy
Pitches your cheeks Affectionately
Someone : *talks shit about you*
Vil : rook hold my teira
Literally has 0 patience for someone slandering your name and putting you down
Will fight
Probably likes to trace any stretch marks you may have and tell you your beautiful/handsome/gorgeous
Also won't let you put yourself down
Idia
Your so cute he couldn't even look at you without blushing, even from behind his tablet, seeing your chubby cheeks in HD was a 1 hit k.o
Once your together he's pretty comfy around you (and probably only you lmao) and oh boy does he want ✨cuddles ✨
Your like perfect for cuddles, your soft, warm, plush, adorable, don't fight him on this you can't change his stubborn mind, and yes he has a PowerPoint on why he's right
You'll be cuddling and suddenly he'll get the wildest, toothy grin and squish your tummy or pitch your cheeks
Immediately blushes and shys away
Sometimes he'll just rant/ramble about how cute you are as if he's talking about one of his hobbies (a.k.a talking at light speed and info dumping for hours)
Someone : *talks shit about you*
Idia : *about to roast them both figuratively and literally*
Ortho : * pulls out magic laser*
Idia knows what it's like to be bullied and it makes him angry to see people treat you like that
Get you your favorite snacks and has you sit in his lap and game with him to comfort you (and lets u win Mario kart)
Malleus
Oh absolutely
Something about you, his chubby little human, makes his heart go brrrrr
He's so curious and he likes to poke and squish your tummy and thighs (lovingly)
Takes any and all opportunities to lay his head on your lap
Behind closed doors he's a cuddle feind
Stairs at you lovingly from across the room
Gives you lots of small complements because they just came to him and he's like "haha gotta tell y/n that! "
I'd recommend not talking shit about you because malleus is not having ✨any of it✨
Legit gets so angry when people badmouth you because he just doesn't understand why they would
But they won't be talking for long that's for sure
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being jump-hugged.
엔하이픈 형선 ୨୧ femreader six hundred fluff established relationship + cw. not proof-read skinship petnames ( other )
heeseung would be surprised, in a good way, however. surprised because he wouldn't have seen it coming, at all. but, still— he'd be extremely happy about it. he'd smile when he'd hear you scream his name from across the street, gawking when he'd see you run towards him after he turned around to see you. at first, he wouldn't know where to put his arms when you jump on him, he'd hug you back at the end. with an idiotic smile on his face.
jeongseong would be beyond prepared for it— spreading his arms, bending forward an inch, just so he can perfectly catch you and hold you by the thighs. he'd do that so attractively, grin drawn on his face, waiting for you to finally come to him. and when you'd pull away, still being lift up by you— he'd look up to you in a way that never fails to flutter you, “are you okay princess?” he asks and you hide your red face in the crook of his neck.
jaeyun wouldn't expect it, not even a bit. already so shocked when he'd hear your voice calling for him from god-knows-where, even more when he finally gets where you are coming from and feels your body completely collapsing against his. he has fast reflexes, of course he'd catch you in a millisecond— although he'd still let out a tiny “oof,” he'd still press your body against his, letting your scent make him go crazy.
sunghoon would be super confused, this poor boy wouldn't ever expect you to be happy and exited enough to hug in such a way. you know, he'd ask himself why are you running so fast, are you okay.. he'd stumble on his feet when you jump-hug him, warping his arms around you body tightly to ground himself, “whoa,” he'd dumply exclaim. he'd start laughing too when he hears you doing so, “you scared me”
seonwoo would tell you to calm down as soon as he'd gets what you are doing, “wait, wait, wait—” because he wants to get prepared before anything. you wouldn't listen to him, it would be no fun if you did— therefore, you would both probably end up on the floor like two idiots. he'd try to act as if he annoyed but the sound of your laughter would make him loose it, “this isn't funny, really stop laughing,” hiding his face after helping you getting up. “this is so embarrassing...”
jungwon would be as excited as you are, mainly because seeing you like that makes him feel that way too. he would match your energy to the maximum, screaming your name if you does the same for his and spreading his arms as he runs to you. he'd even turn on himself after catching you, he'd know it'd make you giggle. “i missed you too” he'd assure you before you even said anything (you missed him more).
riki would be the one to most likely do this kind of stuff— it might sound surprising but he'd like to do that a lot, especially because you are shorter than him and he likes to put all his weight on you to annoy you. but, when you do it, it'd be a different type of enjoyment. he'd think you are so, and emphasize on that word, cute. he wouldn't let go of you after successfully catching you, holding you and rocking you side to side as if you were a big plushy.
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𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 | 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: (MDNI) hi so im a liar LOL. i said it was gonna be little bullet points but here I am with 3 whole ass stories just formatted with bullet points!!! budwfiwfiowjedfiwe enjoy
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Fluffy scenarios with Alastor: Coming home drunk, Dancing, and Getting Sick.
𝐂𝐖: fluff <3
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤:
You had a few too many one night during a friend's birthday party. Beforehand, you told Alastor things may run a little late into the day (as these events tend to usually go), so he expected you to be home later in the night
But what he didn’t expect was for you to come waltzing in at 2 am drunk off your ass.
Fumbling drunkenly with your keys, you manage to unlock the door to your and Alastor's room. The room is dimly lit as you walk in, gripping onto any furniture you can to keep you stable as you move.
As you go inside the room, a bright light emanates from the bedroom area. Curiously, you walk toward it.
"Alllllyyyy?" you call out in a sing-songy tone.
Reaching the bedroom, Alastor is seen sitting under the covers reading a book with a reading lamp clipped onto it.
He looks up at you and promptly closes his book, "Ah, there you are my dear!"
His eyes rake over your disheveled and intoxicated state, an eyebrow quirking up as his eyes meet yours, "I see you had a fun time..."
Honestly, you're too drunk to even pay attention to what he's saying. Your mind was elsewhere as he spoke, a sudden mischievous idea coming to mind.
A big dopey grin spreads across your face with glazed-over eyes.
"What's that look for darli-"
You cut him off and suddenly tackle him on the bed, a small "Oof!" coming from him as you land on him.
He sets his book on the nightstand and wraps his arms around you, pulling you up on him a bit more so you're laying on his chest
You start to doze off as you lay against him, the soft material of his pajamas relaxing you.
Alastor notices you nodding off and speaks, "No, no, let's get you out of these."
He tugs at the material of your shirt, "This is anything but proper sleepwear, is it, my dear?"
You grumble an 'okay' and kick off your heels somewhere off the bed
He helps you undress to your bra and underwear, keeping you laid on top as he does so
Alastor pulls the comforter over the two of you and holds you tighter against him, an almost possessive hold on you
"So," he begins, "your friend's little get-together was fun?"
"Mmmm yeah," you drowsily respond
"Good," Alastor kisses the top of your head, "I'm glad you had fun."
The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing headache. Your head is laid on Alastor's lap. Tilting your head up, you see Alastor sipping some coffee out of a red mug with the words 'Oh Deer' painted on it
"Ah, you're awake!" he says cheerfully, setting his mug down and grabbing a water and aspirin off the nightstand, "Here, take these."
You groan and bury your face back into his lap, you didn't have the energy to move
Sighing, he grabs your chin and gently lifts your head up.
Alastor then feeds you the aspirin in water, guiding you so you didn't accidentally choke
Once swallowed, he cradles your face, "Let me know if you need anything else, alright?"
"Alright"
He kisses your forehead and resumes cuddling you, enjoying the early morning and assisting you on whatever you needed
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠:
Tonight, Alastor was going to be taking you out!
He had instructed you to dress nicely since he'd be taking you out to a fancy place, though he didn't reveal exactly where. It was a surprise, how exciting!
You giddily get ready, putting on a new dress and your nicest pair of heels.
Putting the final touches onto your outfit, you head out into the lobby where the two of you agreed to meet
As you walk into the lobby, you see Alastor standing idly, glancing at the time on his pocket watch
The sound of your heels clicking against alerts him of your presence. His gaze meets yours as you walk toward him, quickly stuffing his watch into his pocket.
Alastor's ears perk up as he looks at you, his smile widening, "Mon cher, you look marvelous..."
Stopping in front of him, you do a little spin to show your whole outfit, his eyes raking over every inch of you
"New dress?" he asks
"Mhm, you like it?"
"Like it?" he grasps your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss on your knuckles "My dear, I love it."
"Soo, do I get to know where you're taking me now?"
"Nope! Nice try, darling."
The two of you grab a taxi and head to the mystery location. Despite your attempts to wear him down until he told you where you were going, Alastor didn't give in one bit.
The taxi eventually stops and Alastor gets out to open the car door for you
Stepping out, you see a large building with the faint sound of jazz music being heard from it.
"Ohh, a jazz club?"
Alastor nods, "That's right, my dear! A very nice one, might I add, the nicest in this ring of hell!"
You smile at his enthusiasm, flattered that he wants to take you somewhere as special as this. "Lead the way, my love," you say as you take his arm.
Alastor happily leads you into the club. The club was loud, bustling with various other demons who were dancing, drinking, and singing.
Alastor leads you to a booth and promptly orders you and himself a drink
The waiter jots down the order and comes back a few minutes later with two drinks
You both sip your drinks, chatting as you do so. As you chat, you notice his eyes occasionally darting off to the side at the dance floor. The first few times, you don't think much of it, but after a while, you start to catch on.
"You wanna dance?" you suggest
"Oh thank heavens, I've been waiting for you to suggest that since we stepped in!" he reveals
He jolts up from his seat and grabs hold of your hand, practically dragging you as he rushes over to the dance floor
Alastor wastes no time with this, quickly leading you into a swing danced that matched the fast pace of the music
You quickly lose your footing as you weren't actually ready for the advanced moves Alastor was pulling
He takes notice of this and chuckles. "Oh dear, you're about as light on your feet as an elephant!" he teases
"Hush!" you say defensively, a bit sheepish that you couldn't dance well
"Now now, no need to get defensive, just follow my lead."
Alastor slows down the pace, guiding you through the movements one at a time
You repeat this until you start to get the hang of it, pace quickening as your confidence grows
"That's it," he encourages with a bright smile, "you're a natural!"
He spins you around a few times as the song comes to an end
As the final note of the song plays, he dips you. His hands grip your waist in a firm hold, your arms around his neck as he holds you tight
The two of you kiss, tender lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace
Pulling back, your forehead rests against his, "Thanks for taking me out, love..."
"Of course! Anything for the woman I love."
"I love you," you say softly
"I love you more."
𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤
The past few days, you've been feeling quite under the weather. However, you brushed it off as a simple cold to not worry Alastor, and still go to work.
Unfortunately, your "cold" had escalated to the point where your poker face couldn't hide how you were feeling. You felt (and looked) awful. Fever, chills, nausea, the whole package.
You wake up with possibly the worst headache you've ever had in your life. But, you relentlessly carry on.
You untangle yourself from Alastor's embrace carefully so you don't wake him up. If he woke up, you know he would immediately be able to tell that you're sick and make sure you wouldn't have to lift a finger.
But alas, you're a workaholic, and there was no way you're letting a "cold" get in the way of your plans! So, you take an Advil and try to push through.
You tip-toe to the bathroom, careful as to make as little noise as possible.
Honestly, you could care less about how you looked right now. You slathered on some makeup haphazardly and threw on whatever outfit that was deemed 'presentable enough' for work.
Hurriedly, you grab your keys and purse, stuffing a few Tylenol in your bag for later.
And just as you're about to make your great escape, you feel large hands gently grip your waist. Ah, shit, you were caught.
Alastor nuzzles your neck, his voice muffled as he speaks, "Leaving so soon?"
"U-Uh yeah," you stammer, trying to hide the nasally sound of your voice, "gotta get to work so- See ya!". You attempt to walk away, but his grip tightens on you and prevents you from leaving
"Ah ah ah, not without a kiss goodbye, my dear. Have you no manners?" he teases, lifting his head from your neck to look at you
Your head jerks away as to not meet his gaze if he saw you your cover would be blown!
His smile twitches, he knows something's up. Alastor's hand releases from your hip and grasps your chin, forcefully turning your head to look at him.
His eyes widen as he looks at you, concern evident on his face, "Something you wanna tell me, darling?".
"No..." you mutter.
Alastor gives you a 'cut the crap' look, and you finally give in, "Okay, okay, I may be a little tiny eensy bit sick...".
He releases you from his grip, exhaling softly, "That's what I thought. Now, go change into something comfortable and get back in bed."
"But-"
"No buts, darling," he says, walking towards the kitchen.
You huff as you begrudgingly change into some pajamas. Climbing in bed, you snuggle yourself into the comfy blankets and watch Alastor grabbing various items from the other rooms.
He comes back in after a few minutes and sets down some medicine, tea, and makeup wipes beside you on the bed.
Alastor opens the makeup wipes and gently removes the makeup from your face, "I'm just want to ensure you're fully relaxed, dear. Don't think of this as a punishment."
"I know I know... I just don't like being unproductive."
He sighs and discards the makeup wipe, "I understand, but you're in no condition to be out and about."
Alastor grabs a pill bottle before asking, "Did you already take some medicine?"
"I took an Advil" you reply.
Alastor glances at the clock on the wall, "Alright then, I'll give you another in about 5 hours."
You nod as he sets the tea on the nightstand beside you. He moves over to the empty space next to you on the bed and spoons you from behind. His arm wraps around your waist, legs tangling with yours.
"Ally, don't, you're going to get sick-" you protest.
He huffs, almost offended at the notion, "I don't care if I get sick, that's not going to stop me from being close to you
Alastor spends the rest of the day nurturing you, being by your side for whatever you may need or want
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btw im having a bit of a mental crisis soooo.... i may be posting a lot. i tend to write more and generally be online more (def not shutting down I swear!!) when im not doing too great. so yeah.
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Red Hot Ghouls chapter 11 2/2
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He leaned back a little.
There was a very strange silence. Jack’s face initially turned to fury, then a shocked contemplation. Jason waited it out and wondered if he was going to get in trouble for shooting a civilian in genuine self defense.
“Son.” Jack’s voice was grave. “You’re not Jeremy Waters, are you?”
It took a moment to parse through the immediate offense that this guy had busted his cover and to actually register the full name.
Oh, fuck. That Jeremy? The cult guy? Jason made a face involuntarily. “I am not,” he admitted. Oof. Fuck. Here it goes. “I lied because I wanted to be sure you would meet with me.”
“...Honey!” Jack shouted. He shot up in an alarmingly fast motion for such a big man. “Uh, change of plans! Why don’t you get what we all drink on movie nights?”
Something broke in the other room. “Oh, dear,” said Dr. Fenton. “Just a moment.” A vacuum started up. What the actual fuck was going on in there?
“You thought I was that creep?” Jason said blankly. “What were you going to do?” What sounded like a high pressure hose started up in the other room. He had to deliberately decide not to hunch his shoulders defensively. Jesus fucking christ. They were definitely mad scientists.
Jack Fenton looked shifty. “...Talk,” he tried.
Jason looked at the older man. He didn’t say anything. Jack gradually began to look sheepish but he didn’t break.
“Don't worry about it, honey,” Madeleine Fenton said. She set down three alarmingly green glasses and gave him a close-lipped smile.
Jason was very much going to worry about it. He looked between the two of them.
“Melon soda!” Jack Fenton cheered, obviously overreacting to get out of the conversation. He put both his hands up in the air and then grabbed at his glass. “Yummy! So good for growing young men, drink up.” He laughed awkwardly and then buried his face in his own drink.
Meanwhile, Dr. Madeline Fenton looked at him with catlike consideration. She clearly wanted to see him drink the soda.
He was pretty sure they'd been planning to get rid of Jeremy Waters, permanently. Mixed feelings on that, since Waters clearly sucked. He’d human trafficked Jason to the afterlife, after all. On the other hand, you can’t assume someone is chill when you know they want to kill someone. “No thank you,” he said to the melon soda, stomach a little queasy. Even if Jack was drinking it. And the glasses were identical.
“That’s fair,” Dr. Fenton said and sank into the couch cushion next to her husband. “So, you were interested in learning about the Ghost Zone and the afterlife?” She exchanged a meaningful look with her husband. “Any… particular reason?”
These people were intense when they goggled at a guy.
“Nothing I’m ready to talk about yet,” he evaded. It had the advantage of being true. He didn’t know how Jack made him yet.
They proceeded to have a somewhat tense conversation where the Fentons happily elaborated on all their current research and repeated, “I’m sorry, but we’ve withdrawn that work and won’t discuss it,” whenever he mentioned a publication from before 5 years ago. They’d even gone and gotten a lot of their stuff redacted. They talked and talked until Jason’s throat was hoarse. The Drs. Fenton were a brick wall on those topics that he couldn’t bust or wheedle past.
‘What does a person who posts about ghosts on their family blog think to redact?’ Jason wondered.
Eventually, Jack held up both hands. “It’s bothering me that you won’t drink anything,” he admitted. “Let’s go the Nasty!”
“Good idea, honey,” Dr. Fenton agreed. She stood and swung keys around her finger. “I’ll drive!”
Jack Fenton let out a dramatic “Awww, honey bunches,” and followed her around wheedling for a chance to get behind the wheel.
“No, we don’t want to scare our guest.” Dr. Fenton was immovable. A bit ominous as well.
Jason thought about pointing out that he hadn’t agreed to come with them, but he stood up anyways. It wasn’t like he could just sit on their couch and watch them leave their own house.
He had his first inkling of how badly he’d initially fucked up on that phone call when they got outside. Jack pulled the canvas off the family van with a flourish to reveal an absolutely horrific mural of Danny the ghost king giving gifts to humanity. There was text explaining his generosity, scrolling across the bottom of the van.
Jason stood stock still in horror.
The van gave off the same general impression as psychedelic howling wolf print art.
Jason put a hand over his mouth and tried to process it.
Danny’s white hair floated nobly across a few more feet than Jason was pretty sure it should. He was also kinda built in this painting compared to reality and he looked more… kingly. Not that Danny wasn’t in shape, but he was built more like Dr. Fenton than Jack Fenton, if that made sense.
Wait. Why’d he made that comparison? That should have been a frame of reference for Danny Fenton, not Danny the ghost king. …Was the ghost king basing his form off the Fenton’s kid?
“Come on, son!” Jack slapped him on the back. The force was enough to jar Jason forward and out of his dissociative state.
He moved numbly. ‘Alright, they like Danny king,’ Jason managed to think through the wound to his artistic soul. ‘I can be honest with them about the problem. They’ll want to help him get a spiritual separation from some sketchy guy who lied to them.’
They took him to a mid-tier burger restaurant with weird pretensions. The burge had both garlic aioli and shitty neon nacho cheese sauce on it. Jason picked at it for a while, disturbed and pleased by the unexpected combination.
They got back into their discussion. The next time a Fenton asked him a question, he cleared his throat and put down what was left of his burger. “I asked about Phantom because I’m in a little bit of trouble with him.”
It was weird to call him Phantom when he’d introduced himself as Danny. On the other hand, the Fentons also had a kid named Danny, so it was probably for the best.
Jack’s smile faltered. “What kind of trouble, sport?”
Jason shifted in his chair. “I uh. I may have gotten in Waters’ way. I didn’t know who he was,” he admitted. “Next thing I knew, I was in this green place?” He made a confused hand gesture. “Few minutes later, Phantom shows up, kinda pissy, asked if I did it on purpose, and then says that Waters basically.” He stopped to clear his throat. “Spiritually married us to each other.” His voice got a bit smaller than he meant it to.
That meant there was no audio competition for the loud crack when Madeline Fenton broke the table.
“Jesus fuck,” Jason said, looking at her with wide eyes. “Is your hand-”
She put her elbows on top of the tabletop that still existed and cupped her chin on her palms. “Tell me more.”
“You’re a handsome boy, aren’t you,” said Jack consideringly. “Maddie, honeybunches, d’you know, I was thinking about tracking down the Wishiewish ghostie again today. D’you think-”
“Oh, he should absolutely come with you,” Dr. Fenton agreed. She was beaming. It… did not feel villainous.
‘Why did telling them that make her less scary all of a sudden?’
“What do you like about Phantom? Do you think he’s cute? Was he nice to you?���
Maybe she was just a romantic.
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Your series is on toppp, i was always waiting for your new post especially that gojo series lmao. Anyways, can we get a gojo x innocent!reader?? Make them likee childhood friend and gojo takes her virginity lolll.
Thank you sm love, I hope you enjoy it <3 You know I've never given Gojo a virgin in anything, it's his first time for me lmaooo! 🩷🩷🩷
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x virgin reader
Contents/warnings: cute fluff, friends to lovers, first time/loss of virginity, oral sex (M and F receiving), explicit sex, pet names, not much plot lol, just smut fr
Word Count:: 3.7k
🩷 First Time 🩷
You are sitting next to Satoru on his couch as you all watch one of his silly movies. He has laid out a million snacks and treats for the night, including bowls full of Halloween candy from yesterday. Yes, Satoru was twenty two and yes, he still went trick or treating, you’d been dragged along with him all night last night, running from house to house.
Your feet still hurt, you’re wincing and rubbing them, and Satoru looks over at you with his stupidly pretty eyes, eyes you should be used to after being friends for ten years, but sometimes they… well they did things. Satoru seems to be clueless at his effects on you, how when he tickles you, you gasp, how when he pulls you against him, you sigh and inhale his scent.
You’re pretty bad at hiding it.
Suguru and Shoko make fun of you endlessly, but you are just too afraid to ruin your friendship. But then, you’ve also non stop turned down men, left and right, pining away for him. It certainly was not the best way to go about things, but you’re holding out for him to be your first. Even though it’s foolish to think it will happen, you can’t help but wait for him.
Satoru was not dating anyone, he really had not dated much since high school, he would have a fling here and there, but mostly he spent time working and then with his friends. With you.
“Feet hurting? Bring ‘em to Daddy.” He teases with a smirk, and you giggle, rolling your eyes.
“Oh gosh, Satoru. You really gonna rub ‘em?”
“Sure am, it’s my fault they hurt. C’mere.” You lean back on the couch and prop your feet up on his lap, as his long fingers press into the soles of your feet, you moan a bit, and he pauses, looking at you.
“Sorry.” You say, flustered and overheated, and Satoru looks back at the movie, his tall, lithe body leaning back against the cushions.
“No need to say sorry, it feels good hmm?” He teases, as you try to focus on the movie, but he’s pressing his fingers deeper, and massaging your feet so good your eyes flutter shut.
“Very good, oof thank you.” You say softly, going to pull them back a bit, but Satoru now has raised his massage to your ankles. You gasp. “That tickles!”
“Does it? You’re so ticklish.” He’s running little circles on your ankles then, and your thighs shift as his hands slip even higher, to your calves.
“That feels… really good, mmm.” You whisper, wishing it meant less to you, wishing you did not treasure and drink in every bit of your best friend. His shiny white hair, his perfect straight nose, model cheekbones and pouty lips. Satoru Gojo was the prettiest man you’ve ever seen, but it’s more than that.
His little smirk and how his snowy lashes lower over his eyes, his laugh when he’s being silly, how his body looks in that black skin tight gym shirt, his biceps curling as he’s gently brushing your legs. You bite your lower lip then, as he’s still watching the movie, his touches lighter, little caresses down your legs.
“You have nice legs.” You sputter then, mouth wide, and he peeks at you, a little blush on his cheeks. “What you do.”
“Um… what? I do?” He looks down at your thighs now, and when his huge hands cover them, you can’t stop the little whimper, drawing his attention to you.
“You doing alright over there?” He asks then, raising a brow, and you cover your face now.
“I have to say something.” You shift your legs down, and Satoru pouts.
“I was having fun playing with them, meanie.”
“Satoru…” You lean forward on the couch, touching his shoulders gently. “I really have to tell you something.”
“Go on then, silly girl.” He taps your nose with a little smile. You take a deep breath, looking into his swirling blue eyes then.
“I want you to be my first.”
“What!?” He’s sputtering now, and jumps up, and then you jump up, turning away and covering your face.
“I’m so stupid, of course you wouldn’t. You’re Satoru Gojo, you can have anyone. And you’re experienced. And-”
“Hey, hey.” Satoru’s hands are on your shoulders behind you now, and you tense a bit at the touch, heart racing. “You’re prettier than anyone I’ve been with, it’s not anything like that.”
“Shit, really? You think I’m pretty?” You whisper, looking back at him, and he exhales, hands squeezing a bit, nodding.
“Of course you are, silly. I tell you that you look cute all the time, do I not?”
“Cute. Not pretty.”
“Well, you’re cute and pretty. And… you’re a virgin?” He turns you to him then, and you nod shyly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Why me the first time, why not a boyfriend?”
You sigh then, fiddling with your hands in front of yourself. “You’re who I want it with. We can stay friends, it doesn’t have to like ruin it, you don’t have to date me.”
He blinks his white lashes then, tilting his head. ��Why wouldn’t I wanna date you?”
“Because we’re friends!”
“And I like you, a lot. I always have. I thought… Well, I thought you didn’t like me like that.”
“What!?” It’s your turn now, and he smirks a bit.
“Well, I’m half naked in front of you constantly, and I barely see you check me out.”
“I do! But I look away when you look at me. You don’t check me out!”
“Oh, I do.” His eyes dart down your body now, and it’s as if he’s touching you, as he looms over you, so tall, so sexy. “I look away when you look at me. Now, you really want a first time, you have to be my girlfriend, I’m no hussy.” He states, putting his hand to his chest, and you laugh then.
“I can absolutely do that. How do we seal this boyfriend/girlfriend status then? A selfie? A pinky swear?” You step closer, trailing a hand up his chest now.
“Mmm, all of the above. But first, this.” Satoru leans down now, kissing you for the first time, his soft, plump lips pressing on yours, and you gasp at it, before kissing him back, putting pressure on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, on your tip toes. Satoru moans softly, pulling back, his hands on your waist, then his eyes lock onto yours.
“Toru… that’s perfect.” You murmur softly, as you still feel the tingles of your lips, then you realize you have a tear sliding down your cheek. Satoru swipes it away gently, tilting up your chin and bending down, lips against your ear.
“I wanna have you cumming so hard you scream my name, pretty tears falling out of those pretty eyes.” Your body reacts viscerally, your nipples pressed against the little tank top you’re wearing, as he nips your ear then, sending shivers down your spine at the sensation.
“Please.” Satoru’s kissing down your neck now, hands on your hips, feeling your every curve, your hands enwrap in his silky hair, gasping when he picks you up in his arms like it’s nothing.
“Anything you want, pretty girl.” You melt at his words, as he carries you to his bedroom, laying you down and sliding up your tank then, revealing your breasts, he exhales as he sees them, nostrils flaring. “Holy… they’re so fucking pretty.”
“You like them?” You ask shyly, and he nods eagerly.
“Take it off, please, be a good girl for me.” You’re dripping wet already, as you lean up and pull the top over your head, your tits bouncing gently. He’s gripping them in his big hands then, squishing them and running his thumbs over your nipples, your back arches. “Tell me what you like, don’t hold back, I want to learn all of you.”
“That feels good, it feels so good.” You say softly, and he then kisses down to each peak, sucking them into his hot mouth. “S’good, mmm!”
He hums a bit, his big hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, as he finds your shorts, pulling them down. “So, do you masturbate Miss Virgin?”
“Jerk, ugh. Of course I do, ah!” He’s kissing and nipping on your rib cage now, looking at you with his eyes dilated, pupils so big there’s just a ring of that brilliant blue now.
“Show me what you do, then I’ll know where you like to be touched most.” He’s taking your hand now, grinning with those white teeth. “Aw, ya blushing?”
“Well, y-yes. Um… I don’t finger myself, I just rub my clit.”
“Of course, those small little fingers, they can’t hit good.” He holds his fingers out, double your length, so long you clench around nothing imagining them, getting wetter when he presses your finger to your clit. “That’s it, pretty, show me.”
You rub your clit in circles, aching for him, as he stands up, taking off his shirt then, and you drink in his body hungrily, as he drinks in yours. “Fuck you’re gorgeous Satoru.”
“And you’re gorgeous, best friend. Girlfriend. Shnookums.”
“Shnookums!”
“Tossing cute names around.” He’s sliding his jeans off now, just in his dark blue boxers, then you see that outline, making you heat up even more with such strong desire. “Go ahead, keep going, you’re doing good.”
“Want you to touch me.” You whisper, as he sits back on the bed, the springs creaking under his weight, watching as your finger is playing between your lips, taking your hand gently and sucking on your finger then. “Oh!”
“Yummy. Need to taste you.” He says then, his voice husky, you are crying out when he rubs his fingers along your folds, down your slit, where wetness is pooling down to your entrance.
“Toru!” Your hips buck up when he runs circles on your clit, eyeing you carefully now.
“Have you had anything inside this pretty pussy at all?” He asks, sliding down to lay between your thighs now, his hands pressing into the plush of them as he spreads them wide. “So perfect.”
“No, I haven’t.” You admit, then gasp out when he slides one of his thick, long fingers inside you. “Ah… ah!”
“Fuck you’re so tight.” He pecks little kisses on your thighs, nipping as he studies you, pressing on a spot now that makes you see stars. “There it is.”
You’re falling apart as he pumps that long finger in, before stretching it to two, which is so hard to take, you can barely get to his first knuckles. “Toru, it’s too much… too much…”
“Aww you can take it, can’t you? Gotta stretch this tight little pussy for me, I’m a lot bigger than those fingers.” You can hear the squishing of your wetness as he kisses closer and closer, and you’re entangling your fingers in his hair, pressing against his scalp. “You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”
You can’t speak then, when he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling the fingers out to part your folds gently. Your legs shake on either side of his head as he studies your pussy even more, moaning as he does. “Toru, um what are you doing?”
“Gonna eat you out, pretty girl. I can’t just have a treat like this and not eat it, don’t you know I have a sweet tooth?”
“Are you sure, I didn’t expect-”
“Oh this is my favorite. You’ll love it.” Satoru swipes his tongue up your slit then, and you’re moaning so loud it’s embarrassing, and he exhales, tickling you so good, his cool breath blowing on your overheated cunt. “Yummy.”
“Toru, fuck…”
“What a bad mouth, young lady.” He glares, and you laugh, breathless. “And you’re laughing, ah-ah.” He smacks your pussy, shocking you, but you like it, as you’re gushing more arousal out of your little hole. “Freaky little virgin.”
“Toru!”
“Stop talking back missy.” He smacks it again, and grins at your reaction. “Let me enjoy my treat, hmm?” You just nod, and he dives down now, sliding his tongue in and out of you in the most delicious tongue fuck. You’re already pulsing around him as he drinks you up, exploring you with his tongue, lips, teeth.
Your back arches, as he’s fucking you with it over and over, his teeth hitting your clit when he swipes up, finally swirling your clit in circles with the tip of his stupidly talented tongue. You can’t stand how good it feels, the pressure in your tummy, then you realize you’re going to cum, and cum so hard, you feel everything on fire, every nerve ending lit up.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum!” You pant out the words, and Satoru’s moaning against you, leaning up, half his face covered with you.
“Cum all over my face, let me drink you pretty.” He’s not goofy, silly Satoru, he’s some damn sex demon now, as he flicks his tongue once more, and you’re shattering for him, pulling him against you as you cum.
Satoru rides it out with you, continuing to flick his tongue so fast, sipping up the wetness out of your soppy cunt. You feel so good you’re blinded, eyes blinking rapidly to try to focus, to try to cling to this earth. He’s more serious now as he exhales, fingering you again, sliding two in with ease at how wet you are, hovering over you.
“Such a good girl, came that much for me? Wanna taste it?” He asks, and you nod nervously, then he’s kissing you, letting you taste your sweet arousal. Your hands slide down his hard abdomen, over the ripples of muscles and sinew, until you find his boxers, tugging. “Oh fuck, wanna touch me?”
“Yes, please.”
“I wasn’t sure your first time.” His care melts you, melts any worries you have away, but when he takes off his boxers and you see him, you panic.
“Oh that will never fit!” You watch him chuckle then, his soft hair falling over a brow as you touch it, your tiny hand not covering hardly any of it.
“It will fit, I promise.”
“Will it hurt?” You ask, brows together, stroking him, watching his eyes flutter shut, biting his lip.
“I haven’t been with a virgin. Um, I hear it hurts a bit, but you’re so wet and warmed up, I hope it won’t for long. I’ll go easy on you, the first time.”
“The first time!?”
“Then we’ll get freaky.” You giggle again, stroking him up and down.
“Can I suck you too?”
“You want to?” You nod and he exhales, getting on his knees then, gently positioning you on all fours. “Fuck it’s like my four pm nap.”
“Huh?”
“I nap after work, and you are always in some position. Some new one. Legs spread, ass in the air.” He wraps your hair up, pulling it gently into a ponytail, his pretty cock so thick and intimidating, twitching as you flick your tongue on the pink tip. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”
“What do you like?” You lap at the pearly liquid weeping from his tip, tonguing it and tasting it, sweet and a little salty, before sucking a couple inches in your mouth, earning his little whimper, so sexy it makes you impossibly wetter.
“Anything you wanna do, fuck. At your mercy here, the tip is the most sensitive. Can you take more?” Satoru’s voice is soft as he presses in further, and you’re moaning around him, nodding. “Good girl.”
“Mmm.” You’re sucking more of him then, as you look up, seeing his perfect form, that happy trail of white hair under that flat belly button, his hard body tensing as you stroke him where your mouth can’t reach.
“Okay, too much, I want to last for you. Mmm.” He pulls you off gently now, pushing you back to lay down, settling between your thighs, fingering you with his two fingers again. “Are you sure about this? We can wait.”
“I want this, I really do. I have for so- ah- long. Toru! Close!” He’s sliding his fingers out then, leaving you whining, as he now presses his thick tip in your entrance, and your eyes lock as you gasp.
“Want to feel you cumming around me, love.” Love that little pet name is destroying you. “Relax, please, don’t tense, just trust me. I got you.”
“I trust you, Satoru.” He exhales then, head resting on yours, then presses in, and you whine out at the pain of the first stretch, and he pauses, groaning.
“Oh fuck you’re so tight. Are you okay, pretty?” You nod a bit, as he eases back, and you’re gripping his back so tightly your nails are leaving crescent marks. “Oh fuck…”
Satoru moans as he presses further in, and you’re full, too full, it’s like nothing you’ve known. He sinks in so deep you feel him in your stomach, feel him everywhere, burning the skin as it stretches to accommodate. Satoru studies you carefully, his brow scrunched up, cupping your face with one hand.
“Baby, you all right? Gotta tell me.”
“I’m so full. It’s just… a lot.” He nods, kissing you again, rocking his hips, and then his tip drags on that spot he’d just fingered, and it feels so good, you’re clinging to him. “There, there!”
“Here?” He does it again, and your eyes roll back, feeling him roll those hips, you’re wetter and wetter with every shallow thrust, and he’s whimpering again, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips parted. “Cum on me, please?”
You need no further urging, you’re soaking Satoru’s cock as you cum, and his lips drink your moans, his hands now holding your thighs, sliding them up further, starting to fuck into you now. You’re falling apart under him, moans ridiculously loud, pleasure is coursing through your body while he fucks you into another orgasm.
“Toru, Toru! Mmm!” Satoru’s pretty eyes look into your own.
“Can I go harder, love?”
“Yes, please.”
He laughs just a bit. “You can take it, huh?”
“I can, fuck I can.” He fucks you harder then, pressing your thighs up, and you’re struggling to take more and more of him, as he’s so deep he’s hitting your cervix.
“Feel me here?” He takes your hand, pressing it on your tummy, and he has a wicked grin as he slides in slow, and you feel him there, making you squeak. “You’re so cute.”
“Cute, still, while mmm… fucking?”
“Cute anytime. Cutie.” He smacks little kisses on your cheeks, somehow he’s dirty and sexy one moment, then sweet and adorable the next. “Mwah!”
“Satoru!” You giggle when he leaves a loud kiss on your lips, but then he presses in so deep and grinds, and you lose all sense. Everything is fading, floating.
“Call me Toru when you cum.”
“Toru!” You cum all over his cock, arousal dripping down his length, down his balls that are smacking your ass, and he sucks in a breath when he feels your walls fluttering around him.
“Trying to milk me, she’s greedy already.” You have no clue what he means, all you know is it feels even better, as he’s thickening inside you. “Question.” He huffs out then, panting over you, his chiseled body dripping in sweat.
“G-go ahead.”
“On birth control or I gotta get plan B?” You nervously bury your face into his throat, and he’s laughing softly, stroking your hair as his strokes slow. “Baby gotta let me know, I’m not gonna pull out, wanna fill you up.”
“I’m on the pill. And t-take it on time.” He sighs, tilting your chin up then, smirking deviously, eyes bright fucking blue and insane.
“I’d cum in you anyway, you’d be cute pregnant.”
“What now!?” He’s slammed his lips on yours again, pressing your thighs up, and then he’s fucking harder, sounds of your skin smacking mixing with your wetness, as he fucks you so hard your tits are bouncing, the headboard is smacking. “Taking it easy, huh!?”
“This is easy, love. Oh fuck… gonna cum…” He moans then, his hands cupping your face, and you feel him throbbing inside you, thickening, you are filled with hot ropes of cum, coating your walls, and you cum just from that, earning his groan. “Oh you’re such a good girl.”
He’s gently pumping, gasping as he pumps even more cum, and your muscles are already pushing it out. He sighs then, smacking kisses on you over and over, every inch of your face, making you so blissful, as he’s fucked any thoughts out of your head, you feel like you’re floating, clinging to him, nails digging in.
“This better not be just once.” He says with a glare, and you grin, shaking your head and brushing his hair back.
“Absolutely not just once. Oh! Ouch.” You hiss a bit as he eases out, and you go to look down, but he tilts your chin up, shaking his head.
“Don’t look, you’re always scared of blood. Gonna faint.”
“It’s that much!?”
“No, but you’re sensitive about that. I’ll be right back.” Satoru hops up and you look at the ceiling, you hear a shower running, see the steam rolling into his room, and then he’s back and cleaning you up, before picking you up in his arms. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”
“Yeah, I would love that, Toru. Sounds so good.” He has you under the scalding hot water then, sudsing you up with bubbles everywhere, forming little puffy clouds on your breasts then rinsing them, laughing like he’s having a blast. You shake your head as you watch him.
“I used to jerk off when you’d take showers here.”
“You what now!?”
He just grins, pushing the shower head even lower. “Picturing you, did you ever… you know…”
“Satoru!”
“Did you!?” You look at his shower head nervously, then him, and he’s grinning even wider now. “Oh, you’re a bad girl.”
“Oh stop it, silly. Maybe once or twice. You have great water pressure. Ah, Toru!” Satoru is now on his knees in the shower, looking up at you and rushing that hot shower water against your clit. You gasp at it, as he wraps an arm around your hip to steady you.
“I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
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strawberries & sunshine
summary: your adorable best friend takes you to a picnic in a secluded spot but his intentions may be far from innocent... pairing: haechan x reader genre: smut, established relationship warnings: cnc/dubcon, corruption kink, innocence kink, pet names (angel, sweetie, my flower, etc.), mention of doctors/made-up sickness, manipulation, bf2l roleplay, inappropriate touching, rubbing, fingering, unprotected sex (pls dont), public sex (there is no one around but still), creampie, safeword is referenced but not used, swearing, degradation (reader is called slut), aftercare author's note: this concept has been haunting me for a while now and i finally gathered enough courage to put it into words 🥴 word count: 1.7k
Your best friend is the sweetest guy in the universe. Haechan is thoughtful, funny and always does kind gestures like bringing you flowers or your favourite chocolates without asking for anything in return. Despite being talkative himself, he always listens to you rant about what’s bothering you, checking to see if you want advice or simply emotional support.
Haechan is also very cute and pretty. Spending time with him truly energizes you and you trust him to have your best interests at heart 100%. Which is why you don’t think twice when he asks you to go on a picnic with him. You love eating and nature, but more importantly, you love being around Haechan, so you find no reason to worry.
When he first mentioned this idea, you assumed you two would go to a park inside the city. But now that the sunny day you chose for your picnic finally arrives, you are stunned that Haechan is driving you two out of the city, entering the mountain nearby.
“Woah, isn’t that a little far away?” you ask in amazement.
“Relax, angel, I’ll take you to the prettiest place,” Haechan responds.
You nod absentmindedly, not even a little bit concerned.
After what seems like forever, Haechan stops the car. He insists on carrying the picnic basket, as well as the blanket, and leads the way into the woods. You walk for around 15 minutes when you are eventually greeted by gorgeous green grass, surrounded by tall trees and birds chirping.
“It’s so lovely, Haechan! How did you find this?”
“I like exploring every once in a while,” he shrugs humbly.
You lay down the blanket, spread out the insides of the picnic basket and sit down, satisfied with the results. There are strawberries, little croissants, ham and cheese sandwiches, French macarons, some homemade kimbap and lemonade. It is so peaceful and quiet here, you really needed an escape from the big city.
You don’t talk much, too busy eating, enjoying the sweet strawberries, the bright sunshine and the lovely atmosphere.
“Oof, I’m so full,” you groan at some point.
“That’s the whole point of picnics, isn’t it?” Haechan chuckles.
“So true!” you laugh.
You two put the remaining food back into the basket and place it on the grass, making space for you to lie down on the blanket.
“To be honest, I’m still kinda hungry,” Haechan murmurs bashfully.
“What? Why didn’t you say so before we put the food away?” you exclaim in surprise.
“Not hungry for anything inside the basket.”
“What do you mean?” you ask innocently.
“I’m not just hungry, I’m also in a lot of pain.”
“Huh? Should we go back to the city for you to see a doctor?” you are instantly concerned for your friend’s well-being.
“Oh, I’ve talked to many doctors already and they all said the same thing. There is only one cure possible for my sickness,” Haechan explains patiently.
“Well, what is it? If there’s anything I can do to help you…” you offer without thinking.
“There is, actually. But do you promise to do anything for me? You’re my best friend, right? You wouldn’t want me to be in pain?”
“Of course not, Haechan! I promise I’ll try to help you but you gotta tell me what kind of pain are you talking about?”
“How about I show you instead?” Haechan’s lips tilt in the slightest of smirk. You are confused by the change of his expression, when he grabs your hand and puts it on his heart. “First, it hurts here.” Then, he moves it so that your hand is now placed on top of his cock. “But it also hurts here.”
“Oh, Haechan,” you sympathize with him. Truly. “This is so strange but I think I might have the same sickness?”
You take hold of his hand and place it on your breasts.
“It hurts me here, as well,” you blink at him softly, then move his hand to your clothed pussy so he touches it through your floral dress. “And here.”
“My angel, I had no idea you were also suffering from this cruel sickness. Do you think maybe…we could be each other’s cure?”
“I don’t know, Haechan…Isn’t it wrong to feel this way?” you express your doubts.
“Oh no, sweetie, it’s completely normal, at least that’s what the doctors said. If we help each other, the pain will disappear.”
“Well, then I guess it’s for the best,” you concede. “The hurt is becoming quite uncomfortable.”
“Same here, my flower. I think we should hurry if we want to cure ourselves of this terrible illness.”
Haechan wastes no more time trying to convince you and climbs on top of you, pressing you down. He spreads your legs apart with one hand, touching and brutally rubbing you through your panties.
“Hyuck, n-no, this isn’t right,” you cry out and try to push him away.
“Shh, my sweet, I’m just trying to cure you first. Don’t you want it?”
“N-no, I’m not sure anymore, please stop,” you whine helplessly but he is too strong to fight off.
“It’ll be over before you know it, just stop struggling, my dear,” Haechan assures you and continues to attack your pussy with his hand. Eventually, he tears your panties apart, sticking his long fingers inside of you.
“P-please, you don’t ha-have to do this,” you try your best to resist but your damn pussy betrays you, squelching noises revealing your juices all for your best friend to see and hear. You would be embarrassed if you aren’t so turned on right now. You come around his fingers so quickly and powerfully that you are unable to think clearly any longer.
“You can help me now, no? I healed you, so now it’s your turn to give me the cure,” Haechan tries to talk you into this.
“I don’t know…” you shake your head. “Maybe there’s another way.”
“There isn’t. Trust me, okay?” Haechan insists. “You promised…”
His reminder, paired with his soft yet cruel smile is more than enough to convince you. But you say nothing as he unbuckles his belt, lowers his boxers and enters you in one swift movement.
“N-no, it h-hurts, Hyuck, p-please,” you whimper around him, as he goes deeper than you could ever imagine, stretching you out to your absolute limits.
“Take it, you slut, going alone into the woods with a guy, acting as if you had no idea what’s gonna happen to you,” Haechan’s words are so unkind, so unlike the sweet guy you’re used to seeing.
“I didn’t know, I swear,” you insist, pushing against his chest with your tiny hands.
“Shut the fuck up,” he laughs meanly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
“N-no, this is wrong, H-hyuck,” you sniffle pitifully. “We’re best friends, we shouldn’t do things like that.”
“Well, best friends ought to help each other no matter what. So, take it like the good little slut you are and cure me of this sickness you caused,” Haechan keeps fucking into you, making you feel so full and satiated.
“Am not a slut,” you argue.
“Oh yeah? Then, why didn’t you wear a fucking bra, huh?” Haechan asks, letting go of your wrists and sliding his hand under your dress, grabbing your tits roughly.
“F-for you,” you admit shamelessly. “Wanna be your good girl, Hyuck.”
“Too bad, because I wanna turn my good girl into a slut,” he snickers at you, spilling his seed inside of your pussy. You come around him without thinking and are foolish enough to think he’s done with you. Taking his cock out and using his fingers to fuck the cum threatening to spill out back into your pussy. You are too exhausted to fight back but you do your best anyway.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Making sure the cure is permanent,” Haechan explains calmly as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.
Then, without bothering to ask, he flips you around so that you are on your knees, face down, and slips back inside of you smoothly.
“N-no, that’s enough!” you scream in frustration.
“It’s enough when I say it’s enough,” Haechan grunts loudly.
“Nngh, aren’t we cured already?”
“What are you talking about? The disease is only spreading further,” Haechan laughs maniacally at this point.
“Haechan, please, stop, I can’t…” you cry and plead and whimper, again and again.
“You know what to say if you really want me to stop,” Haechan reminds you. But when you say nothing, he continues using your body, right there in the middle of the woods, too far away from society, where no one could possibly hear you asking for help, where you are left entirely at your best friend’s mercy.
Eventually, he exhausts himself after cumming too many times, inside of you, on your back, on your belly, and all over the poor blanket. Haechan reaches his hand out to get water from the picnic basket, thoughtfully giving it to you. After you are both done drinking, he does his best to clean you up and make sure you are...well, alive. Taking a deep breath, he lies down next to you, enveloping you in a warm and soft hug.
“Was that too much?” he wants to know and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear gently. You melt under his touch, just like always.
There he is. Your sunshine boyfriend is back.
“No, it was perfect. So much better than what we talked about previously,” you reply honestly.
“I wasn’t too mean to my baby, was I?” Haechan needs to make sure.
“Just the right amount of mean,” you laugh. “Did I play the innocent angel part well enough?”
“Too well,” Haechan praises your acting skills. “Maybe because you were my innocent best friend back when we first met.”
“And look where that got me,” you sigh. “Miles away from home, overflowing with cum, no one to save me. Such a tragic fate.”
“Oh, come on, don’t pretend you don’t like it,” Haechan rolls his eyes.
You lean in to kiss him softly.
“Loved every minute,” you admit. Then, you grab his chin firmly. “But next time, I’ll be the one corrupting you.”
The End
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NSFW Alphabet (Logan Howlett)
𐙚 cw: everything nsfw that you can imagine. i made logan SO fucking horny lol 𐙚 a/n: all of these are just my ~opinions~ so feel free to disagree w me lol also maybe a lil self indulgent so probs not v accurate to wolvie but its alr :,) 18+ blog!! you are responsible for your own media consumption. if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, do not proceed.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
— he helps clean you up, considering he goes like 4 fucking rounds and by the end of it, you can barely walk. helps you to the bathroom n all hehe
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
— hmm.. feel like his favorite body part on himself is his arms. and on you it’s your ass. he’s def an ass man.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
— so sorry but he cums a LOT. like a fuckton of cum, no pun intended.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
— he works out, not just bc of his job etc, but bc he likes to be able to throw you around like a ragdoll ohmygoshhh.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
—mhmm yes maam. he knows exactly what he’s doing, very experienced.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
— rly likes standing up, holding you under your legs. ALSO doggy and he pulls your hair, so your back is arched. ALSO ALSO,, missionary bc he likes to see your face
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
— def serious. never goofy. maaaybe if yall are drunk he’d be less serious but other than that.. nah.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
— he’s hairy for sureee. very hairy. keeps it tidy for you tho.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
— hahaha.. not romantic. he’s dominant and rough and mean. talks dirty, slaps, chokes
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
— tbh, feel like he doesn’t masturbate. like he’d 100% rather fuck you, and if he can’t, he’d rather just wait til he can.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
— dirty talk, spanking, lil bit of bdsm, likes to handcuff you sometimes, i could go on..
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
— bed or shower. he likes the shower for easy cleanup heheh. but tbh will fuck you anywhere if he’s horny enough
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
— lingerie. and when you sit on his lap!! also when you touch him a lot in public, doesn’t even have to be dirty, just like holding his arm, rubbing his back,,,, oof
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
— cuckholding. he’s way too possessive and jealous. not that you’d want another man to fuck you bc he does such a good job.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
— definitely likes eating pussy. feel like he can cum JUST from eating you out. you love sucking his dick too though. 69 often.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
— starts out nice & slow, so you can get used to his cock, but once you’re good, he is a fucking jackhammer; rough and fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
— i feel like he fucks whenever and wherever he can, no matter the time limit. he is horny. like all the time. so yeah he likes quickies.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
— likes to experiment. normally it’s you bringing up a new idea and he’s always down to try it, but if he’s not a fan, he will tell you
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
— oof.. multiple rounds. that man has STAMINA. like 3-4 rounds, or more depending on his day. typically ends with you begging for him to cum bc you can’t take anymore.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
— he doesn’t care for toys, just prefers you and him alone together. but wouldn’t be opposed to trying it if you really wanted to try something
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
— he loves to tease you; loves to watch you squirm just from his words
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
— he definitely does dirty talk and isn’t against moaning/grunting but he’s not loud.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
— just imagining you in the middle of fucking and you ask him to slap you, and he’s a lil hesitant at first bc he doesn’t want to hurt you but you both end up liking it ughhh
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
— he’s big girl… very girthy, and like 8 inches long.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
— HIIIGH. extremely high. can go multiple rounds, but it’s good bc you can too
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
— he falls asleep like right after, soon as he and you are cleaned up, he’s knocked out
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