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ramp-it-up · 4 years ago

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Everyday

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader, Rafael Casal (as Miles Turner) x Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 + , RPF. CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE IF YOU READ BELOW THE CUT. Cursing, drinking, allusion to smoking weed, fantasy, truth or dare, role play, SMUT, Graphic Depictions of Sex, oral sex (M/F receiving), a lil bit of bondage, established relationship, fantasy play.

A/N: I have no idea what is for trade in prison; sex packets are a made up joke. And I’m really into 90’s rap this week. Anywho, this fic is in response to the following request:

Anonymous asked:

Rafa!!!!! Maybe a fluffy smut where he’s role playing Miles for you? 👀

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“Ok, Dare.”

You steeled yourself from the query from Daveed.

“Which fictional character, real or animated, would you like to bone?”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Real or ANIMATED????”

You were cracking up laughing and buzzed, feeling good surrounded by your crew of friends who were family.

“Ok, I will answer both.”

Rafa cleared his throat and settled back on the couch beside you.

You sat up straight and he watched the curve of your breasts underneath the Oaklandish tee you stole from him that morning.

“Rafael is getting swole! Don’t worry Rafa. She will still come home to your everyday ass.”

“Shut up, Ant. You always got something to say.” You rolled your eyes. “Everyday with Rafa is amazing.”

You leaned over and kissed Rafa’s lips, which were in a slight frown. He didn’t like that word, ‘everyday.’

“You good?” You whispered so only you two could hear.

He smiled at you, “No doubt. Answer the man’s question!” Rafa said a little louder, bravado on fleek.

“ANYWAYYY.” You shook your head at him as you straightened up. “Max could get it.”

“Max who?” Jasmine was confused. Then she realized, then leaned over Ant and Rafa to give you a high five.

“Max Who???” Daveed was curious.

“Goofy’s son. Max.”

Everyone erupted in laughter again. Daveed got up and took the bottle out of your hand.

“Enough of this.”

You battled him, jumping up and swatting around D’s head. You won your drink back and sat down.

“As far as ‘real’ fictional characters…” You took a drink. And smiled. All eyes were on you.

“Miles Turner could rearrange my guts.”

Anthony groaned. Rafa sat up straight. You took another drink .

“For Real. Ruffnecks kinda do it for me.”

“Gotta who? Gotta have a what?” Jazzy started rapping. You replied.

“Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck.”

You two started dancing, rapping and singing with your drinks in your hands.

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck!

Rafael pulled you down to sit on his lap and Jasmine kept dancing, right in front of Anthony.

Anthony sucked his teeth, but was smiling at Jazzy’s ass.

“That’s cheating. I mean. That’s just Rafa. I mean, he bones you on the regular.”

Ant smacked Jasmine on the bottom and took a drink before she plopped down next to him and he put his arm around her.

“You know it!” Rafa and Anthony toasted.

“But I ain’t Miles.”

Rafa took another sip of his Abasolo on the rocks.

“And it’s just a fantasy. Right baby.”

Rafael rubbed your back giving you a look that made you tremble. Rafa felt your warmth on his lap. He grinned into his drink.

“Trueeee!”

You smiled, trying to keep it light and calm the fuck down. Everyone always made fun of you two smashing in people’s bathrooms.

“You aren’t Miles. I didn’t know you when you were younger....”

You locked eyes with Rafael, and the green fire there did something to you.

“I think Rafa is Miles’s wasted potential.”

“Wow. That’s deep,” said Ant from a cloud of smoke.

You and Rafa were locked in an eye embrace as well as a physical one. When he arched his eyebrow, you had to look away, because you couldn’t take it.

“Y’all need to use my bathroom?” More laughter.

You and Rafa both flipped Daveed off.

“Nah, Diggs.” Rafa stood up with you in his arms. “We’ll use our own. We out.”

Your man carried you willingly out of the door.

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About two weeks later, you came home with some groceries, you were looking forward to a night in with Rafa.

You’d both been busy and tired lately, only available for maintenance sex.

Rafa was running around creating all of his creative shit, and you worked in the writers room of a popular series. Life was hectic.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, hands together on top.

He was wearing blue scrubs over a white Henley and had his face turned to the side, staring out the window. You noticed that his hair was different.

“Hey, babe. Did you get a haircut? What’s wrong?”

He turned his face toward you and that’s when you noticed two more things. Rafael’s eye was black, and there was a tattoo on his neck.

THAT California tattoo.

You were very concerned and a little confused. Concern came first in your mind.

“What happened to your eye?” He gave you a strange look, then he spoke.

“A mutha fucka sneaked me in the yard, that’s what happened!”

You stood still and had to register what was happening.

Rafa was wearing a grill, and his voice was different, in a lower register and with a long drawn out, almost southern drawl.

But it wasn’t southern. It was all Bay.

He stood up and walked toward you, and you noticed that his scrubs had “Prisoner” written in yellow letters down the right leg.

You suddenly realized what was going on.

Oh, Shit.

“Baby. You’re a sight for sore eyes. It’s been a minute.”

You’d left Rafael in bed this morning. But it seemed that you came home to Miles.

“Hey,” was all you could say.

Rafael/Miles gestured for you to come over to the table. It was then you saw that he was handcuffed.

A strange feeling came over to you. He stood up, and you saw that his legs were shackled. You went close to him and looked at his eye closely.

“Rafa?”

His face was fine, up close, you could tell it was makeup.

“You been to see Galaxy today?”

You were peering at his neck and the Bay/California tattoo there.

He screwed up his face.

“Who tha fuck is Rafa? And what the hell you talking ‘bout space for?”

He peered into your eyes, then looked around furtively.

“Babe. Are you high?”

The drawl was a whisper now.

“These muthafuckas’ll kick you out if they think you got drugs on you.”

You smiled at him, pecked him on the lips and replied.

“No worries. I’m not high.” You sat down at the kitchen table and ‘Miles’ sat across from you.

“As for Rafa? He’s this guy I know. Had a nice… conversation with him the other night.”

You looked into his eyes to see if he would crack. But your man was a pro.

He huffed. “Psshhht. You MUST be high talking to another dude. What kinda name is Rafa anyway. Sounds like some hipster trash.”

He peered at you again, anger radiating off of him.

Damn, he was good.

“Tell me what the fuck you mentioning some other muthafucka to my face while I’m locked up in here! Every day.”

He pounded his bound fists on the table in front of you and made you jump. It also made you wet as fuck.

He gestured with both hands (because they were handcuffed) to the nice kitchen that you loved to cook in, but that you were now seeing through his performance as a prison visitation room.

But you were still shook.

“R, R, Rafael is a beautiful artist. He’s a poet. He’s gentle, and kind. And a wonderful lover.”

Miles glared at you. You stuttered again.

“I-I imagine.”

He gave you a menacing smile and leaned back in the chair, pushing his crotch up in your direction. Your eyes were drawn there.

“So you imagining fucking another muthafucka and decide to come visit me and tell me about it?”

You got into it.

“Well….I miss you Miles. But it gets hard. Not being able to be with you.”

He leaned forward, bearing his teeth.

“Don’t fucking tell me about it. Here I am jacking off with leftover chicken grease from the kitchen at night. Got my dick smelling like a Popeye’s chicken sandwich in this bitch.”

“Ew,” you said, disgusted, then you started giggling at the joke.

Miles pouted and sat back.

“ ‘S not fucking funny!” He looked out the window again.

“I shouldn’t even tell you about the surprise.”

You straightened up. “What is it babe?”

You put your hand on his and he caressed yours with his thumb. He looked at you, excited and mischievous now.

“I got us a conjugal visit.”

Your mouth dropped open, fully into it now.

“But I thought that was just for married couples, Miles…”

“I know, I know.” He leaned forward and looked around again. “But I got me a side hustle.”

He shifted his eyes as he scanned the empty room.

“I make sex packets outta the leftover chicken grease from my job in the kitchen. Make a KILLING in oatmeal cream pies, ramen noodles, cigarettes and other tradeable currency. I made enough to buy us a conjugal visit, girl.”

He leaned back, very satisfied with himself, his hands now on his lap, rubbing his crotch.

Your eyes were drawn there again and you found yourself irrationally wondering how big his dick was. He had you caught up in this fantasy.

“Let’s go to the trailer and I’ll make you forget all about this Raja guy.” Miles winked at you.

“It’s…” You saw the look on his face. “Nevermind. Let’s go.”

He stood up again, and shuffled his way to the bathroom, you at a safe distance behind him.

He entered the bedroom and shuffled to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He gestured you to him and you went and stood before him.

He put his nose in your crotch.

“MMMmmmmm. I missed your smell Baby. It’s been too long. He lifted his hands and put them on the insides of your thighs. He pulled back and looked at you, green eyes staring into brown.

“The guards left the key over there. That is, if you wanna get me out of these.” He nodded toward the

He trailed his hands up to your pelvis, managing to hook one set of fingers into your waistband and still have another at your apex.

He ran his fingers over your jeans right where it counts. This kind of petting felt good and made you want more.

You let him play for a little while, but then pushed him back to sit and watch you.

You peeled down your jeans to reveal a white satin thong. Rafael loved white against your coffee brown skin, but tonight, Miles would benefit. You stood there in your button-down shirt, that was really Rafael’s.

Miles’s hands went to his crotch again as he eagerly watched.

“You seem to be doing pretty well all hemmed up, but let me see.”

You went to the dresser to retrieve the key, and you did, then turned around and put it in your mouth while you slowly unbuttoned the shirt.

Miles leaned back on the bed and opened his legs as far as the shackles would let them go, licking his lips as you disrobed.

You were wearing a white lace bra, your dark nipples and areola straining through the delicate material. You were very excited at the entire scenario.

The fact that Rafa was doing this for you because he remembered what you said on a drunken night weeks ago was the shit.

You dropped to the ground and crawled over to Miles’s feet jutting your ass up in the air as you unlocked the shackles.

You massaged his ankles and trailed your hands up his legs to his crotch, where you rubbed the hardness there.

“It’s been so long that you’ve been locked up, Miles.”

You raised up on your knees, loving the feeling of his eyes sweeping over you.

“I’m gonna give you the world’s best blowjob.”

Miles smiled at you.

“Aw, baby. That’s so cute.”

“I’ll show you cute.”

You were about to give your own performance.

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Five minutes later, you were gargling his cock, relaxing your throat and taking him as deep as you could, nose nestled at his base, and gently pulling and kneading his balls.

Someone moaned, and you didn’t know if it was Rafa or Miles. He bucked his hips up into your mouth while resting his cuffed hands in your hair.

“As much as I would love to … fuck baby… cum down your throat.. I need that… damn where’d you learn to do that?!... I need that pussy. Unlock the cuffs, baby.”

His cuffed hands were in your hair, alternating between massaging your scalp and pulling your hair the way you loved it.

The way Rafael invented.

You smiled around his cock with the knowledge that what you were doing was making him slip out of character.

You pulled your head upward, mouth open, allowing the saliva to trickle out with his dick.

He looked at you like he couldn’t believe how nasty you were being. He was mesmerized. You looked a mess, eye makeup running, lipstick smudged, spit all over your face.

Your dream man loved it.

“Am I ‘cute’ now?”

“Fuck no. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

You smiled and quickly reached behind you and unclasped your bra, taking your breasts in your hands and pushed them up around his dick.

“See, if you unlock these cuffs, I’ll handle things the way they need to be handled.”

You just smiled up at him while you manipulated your breasts around him, knowing that he could not control his hips fucking into your cleavage.

“I got it under control.” You stuck your tongue out to tease his tip as it neared your face, lubricating it with your saliva.

“Fuck, baby. I wanna fuck you so bad. It’s been so long…”

This entire scene was just about the hottest thing ever. You were breathless, dripping, and quivering with anticipation. But you didn’t want it to end so soon.

“How long ‘xactly?”

“Shit, 5 months of being here and jacking off to memories of you everyday. I need to see that ass and fuck that pussy, babyyyy. Please.”

Those eyes.

Those words.

The acting.

Miles.

You had to relent.

You reached for the key where you dropped it on the floor and unlocked the cuffs.

“Fucking finally!” Miles rubbed his wrists as he stood up, stripped his shirts off and his pants the rest of the way.

“On the bed, let me see that ass up.”

He smacked it about three times each and then rubbed it as you did as you were told.

Miles trailed his hand from your ass up your spine to your shoulder and then pushed your head down further into the bed.

“That’s a girl.” Your back had that perfect arch.

He got behind you and swiped his hardness up and down your slit, teasing you with the head of his dick.

He grabbed your hand and brought behind your back, and very swiftly the other, and before you knew it, your hands were cuffed behind you, head in the bed and Miles was entering you swiftly.

“Fuuuuck! How does it feel?”

You couldn’t speak. The thrill of Miles’ dick inside you and being cuffed had you ready to cum already.

His stroke game was on point, as if he was fucking you to a brand new rhythm- Allegro.

Strangely, it was different than Rafa had ever been.

That was blowing your mind.

Miles tugged on the metal restraints and the slight pain in your shoulders and wrists, combined with the thrill of this roleplay, made you release, all over him and the bed.

“Shit girl, you really are glad to see me.” That drawl got you ready to peak again.

“Oh fuck yeah, Miles, oh shit, oh shit.” Your pussy was clamping down on him at the thought of Miles Turner having his way with you.

“Shit, I’m cumming with you, hold up.”

Rafa tried to slow down, but you did that thing with your pussy and he couldn’t help it. His hips drove his dick inside you until it pulsed and started to flow, and then he pulled out.

“Turn over baby.”

You leisurely moved to turn over, and he motioned you down to the end of the bed, moving the pillow where he wanted your head.

“I need in between those legs, baby. I need to see you, I need to surround me with you.”

You positioned yourself at the end of the bed, your braids hanging over the edge.

Miles gave you a forehead kiss as he got between your thighs, and pumped himself a couple of times as he aligned with you.

He leaned down and pulled at your nipple with his mouth, moaning when you moaned, moving his eyes appreciatively down your body and keeping his eyes where you were about to join.

The look on his face when he entered you was very hot, and you found your pussy squeezing his cock in appreciation. It seemed magically somehow bigger, and all of your senses were alive as he started moving.

“That’s my beautiful baby. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t push me out, let me have the glorious pussy. Damn girl, this pussy, those thighs, your curves, these tits. What did a man like me do to deserve you. You’re such a fucking sweet princess for me…”

You were astounded. Missionary was far from your favorite position because you seldom came that way, but the way Miles was whispering praise in your ear and the total fantasy was getting you there.

Quickly.

He watched your face and adjusted his pace in response to your cries, and that knowledge made you start to come. When your eyes rolled back in your head, that’s when he knew.

He pulled your hair back and sucked the shit out of your neck as you came, and he released inside you. You wrapped your legs around him and held him as he shivered with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your lover rolled off of you and you snuggled into his arm. He lay there and held you as you tried to process.

“That was… wow.” You weren’t sure who to address, Rafa or Miles. Irrationally you felt you were in love with both.

He just chuckled at you, and gave you another forehead kiss.

“I’m going to enjoy a shower. Goodbye for a while, baby.”

You grinned. “Bye Miles.”

He pecked you on the lips and you watched him go into the bathroom.

You rolled over on your back and tried to organize your thoughts. How would you write this?

Thoughts of writing this scene chased you into sleep.

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You woke up to Rafael, grill and tattoos gone, freshly out of the shower and in a towel, gently trying to pull you from sleep.

“C’mon.”

You let him get you up and into the bathroom to a hot bath. You let him tenderly clean you up and then get you out of the tub and dry you off. You were more tired than you thought.

“You hungry?” You walked into the kitchen in a towel behind him.

Rafa had put the groceries up and was holding up takeout menus. He was truly magical. You smiled, nodded and told him what you wanted.

45 minutes later, you were in his softest Oaklandish tee and you were curled up on the couch in the living room together, food containers spead out on the coffee table.

You felt totally in sync with this amazing man.

“I loved tonight.”

He smiled softly back at you.

“Had to give you your fantasy since you help me live mine. Every day.”

He leaned over and kissed you. He looked you intensely in the eyes. Those green pools had you trapped.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Rafael.”

Your fantasy had been Miles, but your reality was Rafael.

And that was fantastic.

Everyday.

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dem-obscure-imagines · 5 years ago

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A Half-Witch and a Handsome Goblin

Luke (Halloweentown) x Reader

Prompt: Hii^^ I was wondering if you could do a Luke x reader from Halloween town and the readers really shy and quiet please…Oh and I almost forgot sorry the younger version of luke

Note: Okay, so what I’m hearing is…friends to lovers au?? Childhood friends to teenage bf/gf au?? I think Y E S.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.1k

Being a witch, well, a half witch, is more complicated than you might think. And you knew that better than most. Your mixed heritage had surely given you some trouble over the years. In the mortal world, usually, people didn’t know about your half-witch status, but in Halloweentown…yeesh.

This inevitably led to you becoming very quiet on your visits to Halloweentown, pulling into yourself. When your family eventually moved there, it only got worse. The other creatures in school would pick on you, calling you out on your halfling status. In fact, there was only one who was ever nice to you, a goblin named Luke. He was kind of outcast, too, waiting on a swift goblin puberty to change his features, elongate his ears, draw his nose into a point, in the way it usually changed goblins like him. But until then, he was convinced he must be the ugliest creature alive.

That was when Kalabar had stepped in, promising him good looks in exchange for his service, and god, did he deliver? Luke couldn’t stop looking at his reflection, admiring his human features. His small human nose, his flat human face. He was…handsome. Really handsome.

And unfortunately, it went to his head.

On the inside, somewhere, deep, deep down, you were sure that the sweet Luke you’d known since you moved there was still present, but God, was he buried deep?

You were downtown, people watching and reading, just sitting there quietly, minding your own business and memorizing spells. It was then that the handsome goblin boy struck, sitting down next to you. Your familiar, a black cat named Jade for her green eyes, hissed at him and you looked up to see who had wandered over.

“Hey, Luke.” You greeted him casually before going back to reading.

“That’s it? Well, gee, I thought I’d get a warmer welcome from the prettiest witch in town.” He smirked, leaning back against the bench.

“What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some townies to torment?”

“Ouch.” He held a hand to his chest. “Come on, (Y/N), we were friends once, weren’t we?”

“Yeah, and you were actually a nice guy once, weren’t you?” You slammed your book shut and stood up from your bench.

“Woah, hey now, what do you mean? I’m still me! I’m just handsome now.”

“Yeah, and I saw you bullying Ethan yesterday. I thought you of all people would understand how shitty that is, but here we are.”

“It’s not like that—”

“Whatever.” You scooped up Jade, stroking her behind the ears. “You know how I feel about bullies. If you ever decide to be yourself again, look me up.”

You left him standing there, dumbstruck as he watched you walk up the street, and something inside him deflating. Sure, his deal with Kalabar had granted him the good looks he’d always wanted, but if it had cost you, was it really worth it?

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“Um…hey, (Y/N)…”

It had been a few days since Kalabar’s attempt to take over the world. You hadn’t seen Luke since it all went down. In fact, you’d been hiding out after the whole thing, not wanting to get caught in the middle of a magic fight. But, you’d answered the door to find a very goblin-faced, inhuman Luke, a sheepish look in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I…I came to say I’m sorry. I was such a jerk for no reason, and I can’t even blame Kalabar for it. He made me handsome, and I let it get to my head. But…even when I was good-looking, I never…well, I never stood a chance with you.”

You were quiet for a long time, just staring at him. It’d been so long since you’d seen his real face, his real, actual face, that you’d almost forgotten what your best friend looked like. And now, here he was in all of his glory, confessing his naïve young thirteen-year-old love to you.

“You…like me?”

“Uh…y-yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I do. I don’t expect you to like me back or—”

You leaned in and kissed him, shutting him up pretty well. When you stopped, he looked at you with wide eyes, cheeks flushed completely red. You pulled him in for a tight hug.

“I missed you, you know.”

“Yeah…” he sighed, pulling you tighter against him. “I missed you too.”

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“Mmm, something smells good.”

It was years later. You and Luke were now in high school, and had been dating since that fateful day after Halloween when you’d finally gotten your best friend back. At this point, he had a key to your house, so he never had to knock anymore. It wasn’t any surprise he’d just wandered in unannounced.

“Come try this.” You motioned to the bowl you were stirring, beckoning him over. He hung his bright orange jacket on the dining room chair and walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Luke rested his chin on your shoulder, his fluffy orange hair tickling your neck.

“It’s not going to turn me into a frog, is it?” He teased, kissing your cheek.

“Probably not.” You shrugged, holding up a metal spoon full of cookie dough. “Worth risking it?”

“For your world-famous cookie dough? Absolutely.” He grabbed the spoon. “Mmmmmmmm…What did I do to deserve you?”

“Just got lucky, I guess.”

“You could say that again.” He released you from his grip and grabbed a couple of spoons, helping you put the cookies on the tray.

“You know, I read something the other day that I thought was interesting.”

“And that would be…?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I wasn’t sure if it was true or not, so I figured I’d turn to a reliable source. Is it true that you get distracted by shiny things?”

“Yes.” He replied, chuckling to himself. “Yeah. A lot. I wasn’t really like this when I was younger. I dunno…I think it happened when I was…well, it was after we started dating, but before my nose started to come to a point.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” He laughed, determined to prove a point. “Ever notice how I ever get distracted by your hands when you’re wearing a bunch of rings? Or…or when you wear dangly earrings, I can never stop looking at them.”

“That’s actually adorable.” You giggled, watching as his cheeks flushed red.

“Just another perk of being your handsome goblin prince.”

You stood up on your toes and kissed his cheek. “My handsome goblin prince indeed.”

“And you’re sure you wouldn’t have some, I dunno, average-looking warlock guy instead.”

“Positive.” You set down your spoons and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. “I’ll take my favorite goblin boy over some air-headed warlock any day.”

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bakugous-abs · 6 years ago

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Hi! I would like to request a scenario of fem reader x Bakugou where he gets tired for training too much and reader offers him to be rest on her lap. Thanks in advance and I love reading your blog 💗💕

Mmmmmmmm I love this. Yes. Thank you. Skin cleared. I’m sorry things are being so slow. Hope you like it, its p short, just under 1k words

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All the manoeuvring around was a good exercise for Bakugou, he’ll admit that, but what he won’t admit was the fact that today’s training made him inexplicably tired

He had spent nearly all night studying, doing homework, and going over new tactics to try out that would fit with his quirk and style. He figured it was time for something new he could try out, not that he was normally against it

“DIE!!” he screamed, blasting at the more thicker trees towards the middle of the surrounding forests of Yuuei. There would be new trees planted and grown later in the year, but he still tried not to take out too many

He skid to a stop, throwing up dirt and twisted his body around, throwing off a blast directly into a tree behind him and taking a large chunk of wood from the tree, blowing multiple large shards and chips in different directions

The tree groaned and whined, rocking in the wind before leaning towards Bakugou and beginning to fall. He grunted and rolled out of the way and behind another tree, feeling the ground shake and branches break on the ground, leaves flowing and shaking against each other upon impact

He sighed and came out from behind the tree and smirked. He felt like he had done a good job, seeing as the trunk was smoking and charred

“Katsuki!!” a voice called out to him

He groaned out of annoyance but came running towards the voice anyway, internally happy to see his s/o. She looked through the tree line till she spotted him, a large smile grew on her face and she waved him over

He walked over, his explosive voice calling out. “The hell you doing here? Thought you had to go to your aunts or some shit”

She sighed, sitting down in the grass, feeling the blades run through her fingertips. “I told her I had to be somewhere important. So she got a pet sitter for Ichigo”

She eyes him as he got nearer, seeing the way his tense shoulders going a bit sloppy, his hair sticking up and down at random, his beautiful skin sweaty and smelling like smoke and burnt caramel

Most of all he looked tired. She could see the beginnings of purple bags forming underneath his crimson eyes. He must have fallen off schedule a bit. He was always an early sleeper when you compared him to the time most teenagers go to bed

She patted the spot next to her, and without a complaint, Bakugou sat down. She turned away from him, reaching next to her to grab a bag of trail mix. It was rather large and even included M&M’s in the mixture, making the bag tastier

She grabbed a handful out and held it out to him. She was avoiding him sticking his sweaty hands into the hard plastic bag to get to the snack, not wanting to eat the nitroglycerin substance

He looked from the mix to you then back. He felt kinda lucky to have you here. You could have been chilling inside with a puppy on your lap, watching one of your lame ass shows. But you decided to come here and see him, even bringing a snack along. It was nice

He held his hand out and you poured your handful into his palm, watching as he raised his hand threw it all in his mouth, beginning to chew on the nuts and chocolate

But the more she looked at him the more she noticed the slacking features of his usual tense skin and muscles. Seeing them relaxed was extremely unusual except for when he sleeps. He just didn’t look like Bakugou right now

“Hey Katsuki,” they began, popping another peanut into her mouth, “are you getting enough sleep?”

He thought for moment, swallowing the mix as he tried to go over hid nights the past few days. No, he hadn’t. But he wasn’t really gonna say that

“Yeah, why?” He looked at her, seeing her eyes filled with concern

She could see right through him. He was lying as to not seem weak

So she scooted away from him, getting a good distance and setting her legs out in front of her. She patted her lap

He was confused, what does she want? He quirked his eyebrow, looking from her lap to her eyes. “The fuck?”

“Lay down.” She offered, again, patting her lap

He was a bit taken aback. While it did seem nice to be able to lay down and nap on his s/o’s lap, what if someone saw and blackmailed him? What would that do to his image?

“Bakugou. It’s a Saturday morning. Do you think literally any kid, at all, would even be within a fifty-meter radius of the school besides you?”

She had a point

He sighed letting his head fall into her lap. It was soft, soft enough that it made his eyelids fall heavy and close. His breathing began to slow and face becoming even more relaxed than before. Arms out in front of him and legs loosely tucked to his stomach

She smiled seeing him relax and fall asleep. It wasn’t anywhere near his bedtime, but any rest for him now should do him some good later

She stroked his hair, and Bakugou sighed, containing the smile the wanted to settle on his lips, instead, pushing the back of his head into her stomach, cuddling close

Maybe he could be the puppy in her lap for a while

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naughty-teddy-innit · 7 years ago

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An Ed Sheeran Oneshot, AKA Couch Fluff. 💙💙💙

So I stumbled across THIS Gif a few days ago, and the comment about imagining Ed stroking his fingers up and down your arm, and underneath your sleeve totally got me and it spiralled into a Cuddly oneshot that I'm kinda in love with. Hope you guys like it, and no Smut this time around!

“Edward Christopher….” Your voice is soft, yet a touch of wry exasperation flavours the words you aim in his direction. “You’re absolutely NOT helping, you know.”

You’re splayed across one end of the overstuffed, navy blue sectional that occupies your living room, well-worn plush throw pillows propping your legs up. Your MacBook is open in your lap, textbooks, mounds of handwritten notes and references stacked beside you. You were thisclose to finishing your last semester of school, and this last, final paper, along with your final exams, had consumed every moment of your time and energy for the past 2 weeks. The topknot that resides atop your head probably hadn’t been let down in days, and your ever-present sweatpants were probably becoming a little TOO well-worn. You’d abandoned your contacts 4 days ago, and resorted to the glasses that Ed so lovingly referred to as your “Potter Specs”. You were BEYOND ready to be done, and to rejoin the world of the people that slept. And bathed. That’d be a good idea.

Your eyes were beginning to cross as you attempted to keep focus on the screen in front of you, and your fingers were beginning to forget how to spell. A deep, exhausted sigh falls from your lips, and only a moment later, you feel his weight shift from his position to the side of you, on the opposite side of the sofa, to now against your hip. You feel, suddenly, warm fingers gently tracing along the outer bend and crease of your arm. They drift slowly upward, gently, softly stroking under the sleeve of your jersey. Slowly up and down, a soft, soothing pattern drawn against the warm give of your flesh. A soft hum of contentment rumbles in your chest, the slow stroke of his slightly calloused fingertips sending waves of warmth and relaxation through your tense, exhausted body. However heavenly his fingers were though, they were NOT helping your already stretched-to-capacity brain to prove your hypothesis. Hence, your half-hearted protest.

“Sooo not helping me concentrate, Teddy.” You sigh. “Feels SO nice, but I gotta finish this SOMEHOW, and soon.”

You feel his weight suddenly shift again, and he’s sitting up and facing you with a full pout on his face, and you can’t help but laugh at expression. So very your Teddy.

“What’s that face for?” You laugh softly. Reaching just slightly, you comb your fingers though the scruff on his jaw, allowing your thumb to gently swipe the outline of his pillowy lips. He captures your hand before you can pull it back, his fingertips twining with yours, and lifts it to his lips. He dots soft, supple kisses along the bump of each knuckle, and then sighs as you smile ruefully and pull your hand back, tenderly brushing his cheek before straightening your laptop.

“I am a sad, neglected Ginger Man.” He pronounces with dramatized woe in his voice. “I only want attention.”

You can’t help the laugh-snort that escapes as you take in the puppy dog eyes that he’s oh so skillfully aimed in your direction.

“Neglected???” You tilt your head and give him your own pretty little pout, loving the sparkle in his blue eyes at the mischief in yours. “My poor sweet Teddy. How in the world have you survived this long?? 2 WHOLE weeks.”

“Can’t help it.” He says stubbornly. “I miss my cuddles. And your cooking, cause fuck knows I can’t feed myself. Oh, and also, I miss getting you naked. You have such a pretty bum.” He sighs.

He says this so plaintively and earnestly, you can’t help but fall to pieces, until your shoulders are shaking and you have to pull your glasses off to wipe your eyes. That BOY.

“Baby, believe me, I KNOW it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I have ONE exam left, and this last fucking paper to submit, and then you can have at my pretty bum and every other part of my body, for as LONG as you want. And then again after that.” You cock your head as you finish that thought, and let your fingers drift to cover his. You shoot him a mischievous smirk, and whisper, “If it helps, there are several parts of YOUR body I’m desperate to reacquaint myself with.” You catch his gaze and grin at widening of his eyes.

“Tease.” he says drily, with no preamble and a raised invisible blond eyebrow. “I suppose Little Ed can wait a little longer…” He sees your own raised eyebrow and the gleeful giggle that’s about to escape your lips and cuts you RIGHT off. “OI. NOT so little Ed, then. Massive Ed. GIGANTIC ED-“

You give him the most knowing look you can muster, and pat his knee. “You just keep telling yourself that, babes. He’s gargantuan. Mythological, even. Overshadows any other penis I’ve ever see - Wait, ED NO!! AHH-“

You SHRIEK as he suddenly launches himself from his sitting position, and you find yourself flat on your back, face to face with a pair of large, twinkling sea blue eyes, and the ENTIRE length and weight of his soft, warm body squashing you into the couch cushions. You’re positively shaking, belly laughs wracking your body as he simply lays there, innocence etched on his face as he covers your body with his.

“Hi,” he says with a massive grin. “Got your attention now, Love. Gimme kisses, and MAYBE me and my neglected, mythological, man parts will let you get back to your laptop. Maybe.”

“You think ATTACKING me gets you kisses, you MEAN man??” You’re gasping high-pitched giggles as you try to wiggle him off, but he’s not remotely having it. Little bugger; he’s not even moving, he’s all out planking with you pinned beneath him, a giant satisfied grin plastered across his face. Damn those scruffy dimples. And he smells delicious, traces of laundry soap and cologne and just…Teddy. Dammit.

One colourful arm suddenly lifts up and he props himself up, one inked up forearm on either side of your head, and he hoists, almost slides, his body right up over yours. One leg is drawn up, soft flesh and firm muscle pressed up against your outer thigh and hip. He’s NOT letting you go, and the utterly pleased-with-himself smirk that’s NOT left his face is just far too cute. It is NOT fair.

“You may have ONE kiss.” You solemnly acquiesce. “One kiss, and then, sir, you need to UNSQUASH ME-“

His lips are on yours before you can form another thought, and…Oh. God, there is never a time you don’t love his kisses. His lips, so soft and yielding and yummy, you’ve missed these slow, tender kisses. He has a habit of infusing every embrace, every graze and caress with meaning and intent. Whether it was a joyful, loving smooch, or deep and carnal, his kisses were never a wasted thought.

“Mmmmmmmm…” you hum, losing yourself in feel of his body pressed against yours, and the delicious tickle of his beard as it gently chafes your sensitive skin. He’s all about the slow, lingering kisses this time aroun; catching your upper lip, then a gentle tug to your bottom lip. For the first time in over a week, you can feel the tension leave your body, all thoughts of hypothesis’ and arguments and due dates, a distant and fuzzy memory, and it’s so just what you needed. You manage to extricate your arms from beneath the weight of his, awkwardly sliding them up and over the slope of his shoulders and back, your fingers winding through the silky curls at his neck. A contented rumble rolls through him at your touch, and he presses his body as tightly against yours as he can, drawing out more and more warm, melty, kisses that you wish would never end. He slows suddenly, his lips tracing a gentle new path as he tenderly marks the landscape of your jawline, your forehead, even the tip of your nose, and it’s just so heavenly, and in this moment you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so cherished.

He pulls back, and his eyes crinkle into an affectionate smile. His fingers and thumbs brush along the curve of your cheek, tucking a loose tendril of your hair behind your ear before he drops one last kiss on your lips. He grins, and lifts himself up off of you, plunking himself into a criss-cross applesauce position. He proffers a hand, and you yelp out a giggle as he yanks you back up into a sitting position.

“I missed those lips.” He says affectionately. “They might be my very favourite thing.

“They missed you too. I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” You tip your head back, letting your head fall softly against the soft padding of the couch. “I feel like I haven’t be able to BREATHE lately…I’m so sorry if felt like I forgot about you.” You reach for his hand, entwining your fingers with his in a grateful squeeze.

“Nah. I could never feel like that, love. You know I like to dick around, but it’s all in fun”, he chuckles. He adjusts himself, leaning forward, and his fingertips are slowly tracing those warm, soothing patterns into the soft inner crease of your arm again, just the way you love it. “I’m so fucking proud of you for all this. I never did Uni, I could never pull all this off. You’re gonna kick the shit out of these finals, innit?? You kick the shit out of EVERYTHING.”

This man. Your heart seems to be connected to that lump in your throat again, you just…love him. He always has your back, and always seems to know exactly what to say, or do, to pull you back from the brink. He is a keeper, and if you have anything to say about it, you’re not ever letting go.

You grin at him, and tug his scruff, guiding his face to yours. “I love you too, Teddy.” You press a kiss to those lips, feeling the smile that’s spreading across his face, and you’re both giggling as the kisses turn into silly pecks and smooches.

You press hand to his chest and push him back to his side of the couch, and reach for the forgotten MacBook that’s fallen to the floor.

“I need a shower.” You stretch as you flick the screen back, reminding yourself where you left off. You glance at the adorable, scruffy man across from you, and raise an eyebrow. “Give me another half hour, and maybe you’d care to join me…?”

He face scrunches up and his eyes widen, and you can tell he is ALL about that invitation.

“Only if I get to wash that pretty bum…” he says with a naughty grin.

You lean forward and catch his lips in a quick kiss, before whispering “You can wash whatever you want, Teddy.”

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worldcakecakecake · 8 years ago

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Throwing Cellphones

Feliciano gets himself a sugar daddy

Warning: This chapter has slight NSFW and some kinky stuff.

Once again I remind that I update Throwing Cellphones…very late into Monday, but it’s Monday none the less

Chapter 4

Feliciano had never loved sex with someone this much to the point of it being constant.

On that final day, for that final morning, they still continued in that bliss, wrapped with each other, distracted in their kisses, on their hands rubbing all over, tossing and turning without a wish to stand.

An alarm Ludwig had placed sounded, the one that meant that they should be waking and preparing the room to leave. He let it play on, instead focusing on the softness of Feliciano’s back and its excellent form. The sound still continued, and so infuriated he was that he took his phone and threw it over to some other spot to shut it off. Feliciano laughed against his lips, finding it endearing, and also lucky that Ludwig’s phone was strong enough to stand that hit against the floor.

“Mmmmmmmm, seven more days,” Feliciano begged under his breath as he began to take Ludwig’s neck to his lips, now noticing the few dim marks he had received from their countless amount of love making the past days.

“Mmm, I wish,” Ludwig admitted, running his hand through his hair, one hand reaching to grab at his butt, squeezing him ever tighter to himself.

It was close to being another romp, Ludwig close to standing above him, ushering the beginning of another chorus of thrusting and other movements against him, but it was interrupted with another sound of vibrating, by that of his phone laying on the ground, annoying him, reminding him. They had to take their flights and he had business and other things to attend to back in Munich. He groaned, but reluctantly had to stand, had to move away, no matter how Feliciano begged with the opening of his arms. Ludwig picked some clothes from Feliciano’s bag and threw it at him, beginning to pick his own and heading to the bathroom to do the usual.

Feliciano took the longest.

He wore the perfumes, tied his new boots well, debated on which bracelet or watch he should use and then organized his hair so his curls could fall in the right places he wanted them. Ludwig, ready minutes ago, simply stared at his ordeal, not minding at all, even clothed he was a pleasure to the eyes. He assumed Feliciano was ready when he had nothing else to fix and was finally getting his things and placing them back in his bag. With one last dear hold of each other, one last passionate kiss, they departed hand in hand, off to the airport where they had to wish each other their real final goodbye.

“You’ll be coming to Italy in two weeks right?” Feliciano asked, letting himself sway in Ludwig’s arms, a finger playing at his lips. It forced him to forget the crowds around them.

Their gates were separate from each other, but they still had some time before they had to depart down their different aisles.

“Definitely, I would like to spend time in your home and I hope you don’t mind if we take a trip to Genoa this time, I haven’t had the chance to visit.” He laid a caring kiss on his forehead, just as the speakers announced the soon departure for Ludwig’s flight, followed closely by Feliciano’s.

“I’ll have the house and lots and lots of food ready for you.”

Ludwig chuckled, expectant, wishing instantly for that week to come. “I’ll be counting then,” he whispered, like a secret only between them in the plentitude.

They shared in one last chaste kiss and departed each to their own side.

The pictures of Berlin were a hit on his Instagram, earning him a lot of messages from his followers who were disappointed to not have met him there or that he didn’t even announce it. Despite how glad he was about their kindness to think and want to spend time with him, Feliciano thought it too risky. They would ask too many questions, they would wonder and conjure up. He didn’t want people knowing, people judging, publicly being revealed to a point that it could ruin Ludwig. The blond kept it extremely hidden, to the point that he couldn’t send him any messages or calls if they were away. There were distinct reasons for it, ones Feliciano didn’t know, ones which sometimes kept him awake at night as to why, having to force himself to sleep or wonder about other things before he got too anxious about it. But whatever it was, he knew he had to help along in maintaining it hidden, only known to those passerbies in places away from their own who thought them any normal couple.

He’d never thought he would spend time like that in Berlin, one that could awaken new constant desires for someone that had his hands running upon himself, vividly imagining it being his hands, lips, or his body thrusting against him.

He couldn’t wait to see Ludwig and have him like in those nights and mornings again.

It made him completely ignore certain messages that arrived on his phone.

On the morning of Ludwig's next arrival, Feliciano dressed himself in some nice clothes Ludwig had bought him and went off to the village to buy some groceries, as well as some little surprises for Ludwig. Being a small village, a lot of the inhabitants knew him, greeting him as they did every morning, but this day they stood rather surprised.

They knew that the young Valenti boy was in no economic state to be able to afford those expensive sunglasses, pants, and shoes. Yet they saw him coming out from the most expensive stores in the village, the ones that the richer tourists and celebrities went into. It was like seeing a completely different person, making them wonder if there was a third young Valenti brother they didn’t know about. Feliciano was oblivious to this, even having a conversation with two old men who were gossiping the latest occurrences of the village, ignorant to their constant stares at his bags and the clear brand insignias of his clothing.

The villagers wondered about this, thinking perhaps it was a job he had gotten, but Feliciano would rush off before any of them got the chance to ask.

Feliciano returned to his home to prepare the food, the bedroom, and by the late evening, he heard a car beep that was new, right before his house. He headed out to meet with Ludwig, coming down from a rental with new bags for him. Feliciano ran and jumped to his arms and Ludwig gladly took him, spinning him and letting them share a heated kiss for all the ones they missed in the last two weeks. Feliciano lead him inside, talking vividly of what he had done in the time, Ludwig nodding and talking about his own experiences when he wasn’t distracted with the wine, the food, and the sway of Feliciano’s hips as he worked in the kitchen and handed him new plates to try.

They enjoyed that night in calm, with a wonderful dinner and a nice stroll through one of the nearest villages. It was innocent, just as it was that night in bed together.

Feliciano wanted to leave his surprise for tomorrow.

Ludwig, with the calm of not having to go to work the next day, and by Feliciano’s insisting, decided to continue sleeping for two extra hours, only to be awakened suddenly by the loss of warmth and comfort from his side. Even without completely waking up, he knew that Feliciano was missing, patting the empty side, hoping that maybe he moved more to the side in the process of the night. When he opened his eyes and noticed that he was completely gone, the smell of breakfast in the air, the kind he liked, he instantly knew that Feliciano was working in the kitchen, about to stand and join him, suggest him that trip to Genoa. He washed his face in the bathroom quickly and headed out.

And what a view greeted him.

Feliciano was wearing tight, tight, tight black jeans, a rather loosed white blouse shirt, opened and easily removable…or torn, and provocative black boots with a slight heel, one foot rising constantly with the finesse of a ballerina. He leaned way too much into the counter, exalting his back and rear, pretending to be more preoccupied with the placing of the food on the plate.

Ludwig easily rose at the site, mouth hanged open, feeling embarrassed that he just came out with boxers, a loose shirt and his hair down. He was a mess, while Feliciano here, shone beautifully like an actor in a soap opera.

Feliciano finally gazed to him, not minding his haughty appearance, he still winked, begging with a sucking of a grape and the lust in his eyes to come close, patting a stool for him to sit on to have the prepared breakfast. Ludwig followed that order, taking his seat, his fork and knife, trying to get his eyes to only remain on the breakfast placed. He was suddenly nervous, afraid, blushing like a virginal teenager, things that he really did not want Feliciano to notice on him. He tried so hard to be the demanding and powerful figure he was to those of his company and family, but moments like these made him feel like he was betraying to that. Feliciano though, found his blush and shake adorable, calming him with a wrap of his arms around his neck and placing a kiss on his cheek. It did just enough to still his body, focus on the food he brought to his mouth, smile and fall at ease to Feliciano’s closeness, even with that provocative clothing that stuck to him and showed the body he had loved exploring with his hands, his mouth and his own body in their week in Berlin. To make it even more alluring, Feliciano gracefully took seat on his lap, head resting on his shoulder as he continued eating, not to a full since he was distracted with the other delicacy in his lap.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Ludwig suddenly asked, since there was nothing else in the counter.

“I already did, caro. Right now I just want to pleasure my daddy,” he coed, finger tracing on his chest.

Ludwig raised an eye at that, but found himself not minding it, if anything it raised a certain part of his body, one that Feliciano instantly felt. He smirked, noticing that Ludwig’s plate and cup was finally empty.

Ludwig placed his fork and knife on the plate, his hands now on Feliciano’s thighs, and with the now given space, Feliciano turned to straddle his lap appropriately, his own erection rubbing deliciously above Ludwig’s. From the hold of his thighs, Ludwig moved his hands to caress on his waist, another at his ass, which he could feel very well even with the tightness of those jeans.

“You want to make daddy feel good?” Ludwig found himself playing along, with a subtle smirk that said enough about how he was enjoying this.

“Mmm, yes, I want to touch him, kiss him, let him lay me against the counter and fuck me harder and harder,” he whispered in between kisses on his cheek, jaw, with simple little swaying movements of his hips against his lap, ones to which Ludwig answered, eyes rolled in delight, neck shown for Feliciano to take.

But even with the arising moans, friction and distracted hands in touches against their bodies, it wasn’t enough to die out the sound of a joining car, of a loud beep, doors opening and closing harshly. It made Feliciano stop all completely, wondering, especially after he heard a distinct throw that he could recognize anywhere.

“Feli! Siamo qui!” Lovino shouted, for such a thing as knocking or ringing the doorbell didn’t exist to him.

By the murmuring, it wasn’t only him.

Feliciano stilled in panic, one that was spread to Ludwig. He instantly stood, checking his phone hoping to find a reason. Of course, the constant messages he ignored from his brother, saying that their Nonno Roma was coming up from Rome for a visit and really wanted to see the new house Feliciano had gotten from his new successful job. He later asked if he didn’t mind Antonio coming.

Well, he did it anyways, and they were now knocking at the door, surely by their grandfather’s scold.

Dammit.

He rushed to fix himself, hiding what he could of Ludwig’s presence in the kitchen.

“Feliciano, what’s going on?” He asked, helping in the cleaning still.

“My family, they’re here for a visit, dio, I didn’t read their messages, I should have checked!” He groaned. “Mi dispiace, Ludwig, but you’ll have to stay in my room for the rest of the day. Stay quiet, I’ll bring you some food when they let me,” he advised, pushing even if Ludwig had accepted, rushing with anything that was his into the room.

As Feliciano made his way to the door, he tried to make himself look as less scandalous as he could, taking off the boots, letting the blouse loose over his hips, butt and erection. Hopefully they would ignore the tightness of those jeans, but still he was making up an excuse in his mind as he reached for the door and opened it to them.

“Nonno!” He greeted joyfully, jumping on him and giving him his usual hug and smile. He was careful with his hips and luckily his grandfather was more attentive to his back and adorable face, filling it with kisses.

“Mio bambino, che bello!” He always complimented.

After the hugging and kissing fest was enough, he did the same with Antonio and Lovino, although it was much quicker with Lovino’s insisting of going in and seeing this new place for once. They brought in grocery bags, enough for surely a big dinner…after Feliciano had more than enough already for Ludwig and himself, but it couldn’t hurt to have more.

“By the way, whose car is that up front?” Lovino asked, and Feliciano panicked.

“Oh, that’s um, mine,” he decided, rushing inside, ushering them to the living room where he had good sofas that the three sat and made themselves comfortable in.

“And why are you wearing that? Aren’t those jeans a little too tight?” Lovino asked once again.

“Uh, this is um…uh…um…” oh god, what could he say.

“Is it for your damn Instagram?”

“…yes."

“I swear, Feliciano!”

“Oh let him be, he always posts some wonderful pictures there, I always print them out and put them around the house," Nonno Roma admitted, to which a discourse started as to why he shouldn’t go around showing it off to his friends to prove his grandsons were the most adorable.

Lovino and Feliciano worked together on the food, Feliciano’s excuse of having so much being their very visit.

As they cooked, Feliciano had to continuously make up lies as to the reasons for the car, the house, and the sudden wealth he was surrounded with. He said it was just a tour company that paid him really well, excusing his trips as to trying to do something that would make him a tour guide in central and south Europe instead of just Italy. They had never heard such things, but perhaps it was one used by celebrities and expensive companies, so they shrugged it off and continued speaking among themselves on other family matters and about the beauty of Feliciano’s new house.

When Feliciano excused going to the bathroom or just fetching things in his room, he would check on Ludwig, who would use his time to fix himself, gel his hair back, wear some of his own jeans and nice shirts and check on some work on his phone. Feliciano would bring him treats, plates or drinks from the ones they were sharing, continuously apologizing, but Ludwig didn’t mind, placing a quick kiss on his head to assure him that it was all right and that he understood the situation.

The visitors stayed until the late night, their conversations so loud that if Ludwig understood either Italian or Spanish, he would have heard everything clearly. They made a mess of the table, but luckily they did well to eat everything and Antonio had helped Feliciano in doing the dishes.

Nonno Roma, getting tired, and wanting nothing more than to rest, finally suggested that they should leave. He was staying at Antonio and Lovino’s place, which Feliciano blessed because he didn’t know how he could deal with that stay at the moment. He loved his grandfather a lot and seeing him today had made him extremely happy, but he had Ludwig there and he wanted to spend just as much time with him doing…non-family things.

They each picked their things and were preparing to leave, his grandfather suggesting in having dinner together as well for tomorrow in some restaurant. Feliciano nodded happily, although he was already trying to make an excuse on why he couldn’t go. Maybe he could go visit them in the morning and leave the dinner for after Ludwig left. His grandfather was going to stay for two weeks before returning to Rome, so surely he would have time and wouldn’t mind.

Feliciano gave him his final goodbye hug and the door was closed to them, their visit done. Ludwig didn’t waste any time. He quickly left the room, and Feliciano easily welcomed his embrace, his hold, his warm kisses on the lips, tongues mixing, letting him carry him, his legs wrapped around his waist as he brought him over to sit on the counter. He rutted against him, their erections quickly awakening once again, moans draining the room, kisses, hands on chest, legs and rears.

Wanting to have him naked quick, Ludwig turned Feliciano to face the counter, bending him and moving his legs back so he could have his ass presented as it had been that morning.

What a site, he just had to slap it. Feliciano moaned, but also giggled with excitement, swaying and taunting him with movements that only made Ludwig want to continue an onslaught of slaps that had Feliciano’s moans increasing, rutting against the counter with shivers.

Although those jeans were sexy as fuck, Ludwig wanted the feel of his soft skin, so he began to harshly remove his jeans, stopping halfway when he noticed what he was wearing underneath.

Lace white cheeky panties that ran on his rear like a V. They were absolutely gorgeous and made his ass stand out beautifully like a work of art. He stood staring for the longest while, just like it was another painting to admire around the house.

Feliciano grinned happily over the stillness he had gotten from him, his red, his absolutely taken eyes. “You like them?”

“Got them for me?” He wondered.

“Of course, Tesoro.”

It only flared Ludwig the more, the tint of red in his skin intensifying. “I would pommel to the ground anybody else who would dare see this.” He kneeled, having it full frontal on his face, for him to grab, kneed, slap, even kiss and lick, puling it to himself, ready to do much more and Feliciano moaned and smiled in that wanting.

“Feli, caro, Lovino can’t find his phone and he was wondering-”

This was exactly the scene his grandfather found his sweet and supposedly innocent grandson in.

Feliciano was so distracted with the delight, Ludwig with…his ass, that when they rushed to stand and fix themselves, it had already been too late. It was all clear to Nonno Roma.

“Nonno! Um…I, this uh…um…uh…I can-u, mah, be-eh,” Feliciano tried to explain, shaking easily while making sure his jeans were buttoned, covering his erection with his blouse. Ludwig had to settle with getting an oven mint to cover his own, fixing his hair and trying to be as presentable as possible to Feliciano’s grandfather…even though he just witnessed him practically defiling his ass.

“Sweetie, calm down, breathe,” he actually helped, coming close to offer his hand, but that didn’t stop him from eyeing Ludwig with suspicious glances.

Feliciano welcomed that hold dearly, for a moment forgetting the situation in his grandfather’s golden brown eyes, which were basically his own.

Once he calmed down enough, Roma decided to start. “Let’s begin simple. Feliciano…who is this?” He pointed, with menace to the towering blond.

Feliciano’s grandfather showed no sign from the fear Ludwig had expected when people first met him. It instead brought fear to himself, beginning to shake slightly as Feliciano had done.

“Oh this is um, this is…he’s uh-”

“I’m his boyfriend,” Ludwig defended, much to Feliciano’s relief and surprise.

“Oh, um, ye-yes, yes he is.”

“I’m sorry I hadn’t introduced myself properly, but Feliciano and I were waiting for a better opportunity, but it cannot he helped." He offered his hand. “Ludwig Beilschmidt,” he introduced.

Roma glared to the hand for a short moment, eyeing him once again with that strong gaze, but a sigh, a breath, and he brought on a smile that was just like his grandson’s.

Now Ludwig knew where he got it from.

It was a strong shake, and in it Ludwig felt a good familiarity and kindness that he at first was not expecting. “Augusto Valenti, you can call me Roma or Nonno,”

“Roma…that’s an interesting nickname."

“Earned it after my backpacking days through Europe when I was younger, studying Roman Culture and military history. I used to be known as that Roman guy that stole the love of countless women, girlfriends and wives all around, and I see that Feliciano has done well to continue that legacy.”

It only made Feliciano groan into his hands.

“Were you here this entire time? I assume that’s actually your car up front.” He glared to Feliciano, now knowing that he had lied about it.

“I was in Feliciano’s room,” Ludwig had to admit.

“You should have come out! You could have joined us and had spent it in good conversation. We would have loved to have you!”

“Nonno! What’s taking you so long?” And to make matters worse, Lovino just had to come in as well, quickly noticing the other’s presence with the same questions in his head. “Who’s this guy?”

“Your brother’s new boyfriend, just caught him about to suck Feliciano’s ass.”

“Nonno!” Feliciano shouted indignantly and Ludwig wanted to join him in whatever place the ground would suck them in.

“What the fuck?”

“What’s going on?” Even Antonio had to join.

“My brother has a boyfriend and he was just sucking his ass.”

“That sounds like fun.”

Lovino slapped him on the shoulder.

“Nothing wrong with that!” Nonno defended. “Everyone to their own business, but that is not an excuse for not meeting him properly. Why don’t you join us for dinner tomorrow? I assure you we don’t have any ill intentions, just curious about this new man my grandson has blessed his love with.”

“His last two boyfriends were deepshits and we need to know if you’re not heading in any of their directions,” Lovino still threatened.

Ludwig probably will if they continued like this, Feliciano thought, but when he glanced to him, Ludwig actually smiled, nodding in approval. “I would like that, I hope I get to prove I’m different, I really like your brother and grandson."

“I could see that,” Roma grinned.

“I-I’m extremely sorry you had to see that, but it’s-”

“Don’t worry about it! Natural! My grandson deserves the chance to make love with handsome men as yourself.”

Feliciano still groaned into his hands, now leaning across the counter.

“I-uh…um, th-thank you.”

“We’ll leave you to that then,” he dared wink at them. “Show him Italian love, Feli.”

Feliciano didn’t want to show anything if they continued to stay here.

Finally, Lovino picked his phone and headed out without another glance to them, leaving the door open only for his grandfather to leave. “Nonno, you’re disgusting. How many times do we have to-” Ludwig and Feliciano couldn’t hear any longer, the door was closed and the house was once again brought into silence.

They stood in paralyzed states and didn’t dare move until they heard the engine of the car disappear into the distance, proving surely now that they were gone.

“I’m sooo sorry!” Feliciano begged, on the verge of tears, but Ludwig placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It’s all right, they’re your family and they’re supposed to be this embarrassing sometimes. Mine can sometimes get worst,” Ludwig assured him.

“Really?”

“My mom has a poster sized picture of me from a science economics article I was once in. My brother sings psalms when he’s drunk. My sister-in-law writes long epic fanfictions.” For some reason Feliciano thought of Elizaveta. “And my niece once called me Uncle fuzzy bear just when I was heading out of an important meeting. One of my secretaries actually gave me a plate with that name. No one in my office has let it die.”

And Feliciano laughed, so much as to hide his lips and turn from letting Ludwig see it. “Your family sounds interesting.”

“So does yours…I’m actually looking forward to spending time with them tomorrow,”

“No, you shouldn’t, they’ll only embarrass us more. You’re not actually my boyfriend, you don’t have to be going through that,”

“Well…technically…”

In dear holds they went back to the room, talking on as they rested on the bed, arms around each other, fully clothed, their heated intimacy died down to have instead an intimacy of words.

After he bought those damn panties, now they weren’t going to be soil as he expected, but letting both of them speak on like this, with trust and loving gazes, getting to know the other in many more little things, made Feliciano pretend that it could be more than just a kind of business.

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#Throwing Cellphones #gerita #gerita fanfiction #gerita fic #gerita fanfic

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missvanessagiardi · 8 years ago

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adventures in babysitting || bodessa + 1

Tagging: Vanessa and Bodie Holliday, Indigo McCarthy

Time: January 29th, 2025 (FUTURE WEEK)

Location: Marina Del Rey, Vanessa’s Condo

Notes: Vanessa (hastily) volunteers to babysit for MJ and Lo...much to Bodie’s chagrin surprise. Thanks to little Indy, the two get a tiny taste of parenthood.

Addtional Info: This is a future week para. Thank you to @lomccarthy and @immj for letting us steal your character’s child for this!

Bodie told herself she wouldn't go back to West. Not for the rest of their little trip. But avoiding a kitchen is like trying to ignore the pull of a siren's song. She just can't. Especially at West. Her first kitchen. /Her/ first kitchen. Her name is on the door. Vanessa's picture hangs in the foyer. There are so many memories. She can't help but go back and observe the continuation of the journey. So she might've gotten a little caught up in the kitchen after a long morning of boardwalks and strolls with Vanessa and Angus. So she's not coming home empty-handed. Fresh dinner for both of them and a nice bone for Angus! Pushing her way through the front door, Bodie calls out. "Honey, I'm hoooome~"

Vanessa meanwhile has both of her long, lanky forearms elbow deep in warm sudsy water, a silly expression on her face. Eyes crossing, and tongue peeking out. Her audience for this performance? A babbling and happy little Indigo McCarthy: Vanessa's last second volunteer to help MJ and Lo have a nice night out. The whole afternoon Vanessa had the baby out on the sands, cuddled up on the couch, and most recently getting a wash after making quite the mess of herself and a certain silly pitbull with babyfood. Angus insisted on joining his new friend in the tub, and Vanessa could scarcely resist, and now she's tasked with making sure both were squeaky clean. She's so focused, Bodie's return barely registers as she idly calls back. "In the bathroom, babe!"

Bodie takes her time setting down the food she's brought home, plating and placing it in the oven to keep warm while she follows up with Vanessa. She pulls a bottle of wine from the closet and sets it out to aerate then calls to the speaker sitting on the other side of the room to play an instrumental jazz playlist. It's a nice start to a nice wind-down of a nice night in with her wife, and Bodie takes her time. She moves from the kitchen to the bedroom and immediately strips out of her kitchen clothes to pull on a clean, comfortable pair of sweats and an old V-neck. Hair gets tossed up. Glasses get put on. And then she ambles into the bathroom. Angus' absence has been conspicuous, and paired with Vanessa's explanation, Bodie's assumed he's getting bath. And she's right. He's just.. got company. Little company. Little human company. Bodie slows her approach, mouth hanging open in suspended surprise as she stares at the baby in their bath and then at Vanessa. Arms fold across her chest. "IIIIIIIIIII... didn't know to be expecting company."

Vanessa freezes on the spot, the silence is filled with the baby's joyful gurgles as Angus licks a blob of bubbles off of her head. Shit!. Turning her head on her neck to look back at her wife, Vanessa offers a sheepish expression. "Uh....I can explain." Quickly, she rinses the remaining bubbles from the baby's head and she lifts little Indigo out of the water, immediately wrapping the infant in a warm fluffy towel and holding her against her chest. A pudgy fist wraps around Vanessa's long pointer finger, and the model pantomimes a wave. "Indy, say hello to Aunt Bodie. Hi Bodie!" She says in a singsong voice, face against Indigo's with a smile. "Bodie, meet Indigo McCarthy. MJ's daughter. They needed a babysitter last minute so...here we are!"

Bodie tries not to let her face show exactly how not ideal this situation is. It feels a little like the time that Vanessa just showed up at home with Angus and, while that ultimately resulted in something very good, a baby isn't a puppy. And it's a baby her wife will give back to her parents at the end of the night, but Bodie can't help but feel a little bumrushed all things considered. In the context of this week... "Right. Here we are." She's smiling, but she's sure Vanessa can tell it's put-upon. She might not be pleased, but she'd feel like an asshole for letting her frustration upset an infant. "I'll be in the kitchen while you finish up in here." She turns on heel and leaves the room, very aware of Angus' wet, clumsy butt skidding out behind her.

Vanessa feels her stomach sink through the floor as she watches Bodie walk away. Inwardly she curses herself for not having the foresight to ask if Bodie would be okay with this. But it was only until later that night, and MJ needed someone... She glances down at the still very damp baby in her arms, entirely oblivious to the already tense air, still happily babbling and gnawing on Vanessa's finger. "Hey now, I'm gonna need that later, little lady!" Vanessa playfully scolds while walking out of the bathroom toward her bedroom. A quick change and diaper later, Vanessa enters the kitchen with Indigo in her arms still, and a ring of gummy keys firmly in the baby's mouth. Chewing with determination. Seating herself at the table, she looks to Bodie. "How were things over at West?" Maybe if they ignore the baby elephant in the room, things might not be so bad.

Bodie keeps herself busy by grabbing a towel from the laundry room and actually getting down on her knees to dry Angus before he makes the living room furniture smell like wet dog. Having him around sort of keeps her sane. She didn't ask for the responsibility of babysitting a kid, but the routine of dealing with her dog is familiar and comfortable. Once he's sorted, she slowly rises to her feet and sets the table. That's when Vanessa comes in with the baby, and Bodie bites the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Good. Busy." She uncovers Vanessa's plate and props her hip against the table, looking down at the model. "Are you hungry?"

Vanessa nods. "Yes. Famished. It's been a..." her voice suddenly gets singsongy once more as she looks at Indigo, "a very busy day of playtime with Angus on the beach!! Hmm?" Her gaze returns to Bodie’s, looking expectantly for her welcome home kiss.

Bodie flicks her eyes between Vanessa, the baby and back again, appraising. Finally, giving in, the chef leans down and presses a kiss to the model's lips. She pulls back just enough that their lips still touch when she says softly, "I love you." Then she kisses Vanessa again and stands, retrieves a fork and comes back, spearing a piece of asparagus and biting some off before holding the rest out in Vanessa's direction.

Vanessa feels a bit better with her wife's usual affection, and she can't fight the love drunk grin that forms at Bodie's playful offer of asparagus...that gets intercepted by a curious little hand that reaches for the spear before Vanessa can get to it. Gummy keys fall to the floor in favor of this exciting and strange new chew toy, and immediately Indigo begins to gnaw on it. "Oops?"

Bodie stares at the baby for a few seconds, a little dumbfounded, then looks back at Vanessa. The last thing she wants to do is fuck up someone /else's/ kid. Jesus. "Can babies even eat asparagus?" Blue eyes are a little owlish behind her glasses. "V, take it away from her."

Vanessa can't help but laugh a little at Bodie's concern, and she makes no move to take the asparagus from the baby, who has effectively turned one end of the vegetable into a gloopy mess. "Baby, relax, it's okay for a baby at her age to have some, yes. Can I get one now, please? Because it smells amazing, and little Indy here is making me jealous cuz she gets to enjoy it before I do!"

Bodie remains skeptical. There's a quirk to her brow as she watches the little brunette child do things to an asparagus spear she's never seen anyone do before. Her lip sort of half-curls for a second before she recovers and finally takes another piece onto a fork-- takes her own bite-- and offers the rest to her wife.

Vanessa happily accepts the asparagus with a wide eyed Indigo watching the exchange, staring as the long spear disappears bite by bite into Vanessa's mouth and down her long throat. Vanessa looks the baby in the eye with a loud "Mmmmmmmmmm!" and Indigo, fascinated with Vanessa's ability to eat the weird chew toy offers the half gnawed asparagus spear to the model. "Oh? You're letting me have it? Thank you, Indy!" Opening her mouth wide, she accepts the asparagus spear and nips down toward Indigo's little fist, kissing it loudly several times in a row. The baby squeals with delight. "MMMMmmmm that was so good! Aunt Bodie is the best cook in the entire world!" The baby continues to laugh, and Vanessa can't stop herself from giggling along with her. She offers Bodie an apologetic look.

Bodie knows her face is doing something really unattractive. Blanching, she can't quite watch Vanessa take a slobber-covered piece of asparagus with a neutral expression. So she lets them have their moment and turns away to pour herself a glass of wine. Downing the first pour quickly, she pours a second and then turns back to the pair at the end of the table. Glass in hand, she carefully forks a bite of cod and offers it to Vanessa.

Vanessa finds the whole scenario to be absolutely hilarious. Vanessa with a squirming one year old in her arms, and Bodie set on feeding Vanessa as though she were a one year old. She happily accepts the proffered morsel, and chews. "Mmm, ugh god this is so good." She's so spoiled with one of the best chefs in the country as a wife, and the occupant of her lap clearly sees that. Reaching with little fingers, Indy wants to find what Vanessa's just eaten. "Bodie, can you give Indy a little bite too, please?" As if on cue, the baby now looks at the chef.

Bodie takes a breath and swallows before licking her lips, slowly, and forking a small bite of perfectly cooked fish in the infant's direction. Indy opens her mouth and Bodie panics for a second, not wanting to jab someone else's child in the mouth with a fork, before oh-so carefully feeding the baby and smoothly (but quickly!) pulling the fork back. She releases the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Vanessa beams at Indy as the baby happily chews and swallows. "There we go! Good girl, Indy! All gone!" Eyeing Bodie, Vanessa can't help but smile wider; proud of her wife for doing something she's sure Bodie wasn't particularly keen to. Holding up the baby up to a standing position so that her little feet are flat on Vanessa's thighs, the model playfully exclaims, "Thank you, Aunt Bodie!"

Bodie continues this odd tete-a-tete between herself, her wife and a friend's baby over and over again. And by the time she's washing the dishes and scooping a little bit of ice cream for dessert, she's convinced that both Vanessa and Indy actually ate more than she did. Which... go figure. But she finishes up her clean-up and takes the ice cream-- that she will, again, eat the least of-- into the living room to join the party on the couch. Where everyone is watchinnnng... "Is this really kid-friendly, baby?"

Vanessa glances up at her wife with a quizzical look, "It's just NatGeo. It's a bunch of cute little meerkats and--" All of the sudden one of the aforementioned meerkats is caught--and presumably eaten--by an African Wild Dog. Vanessa changes the channel before they can learn the meerkats fate. "Ooookay, point taken. Finding Nemo it is!" Scooting over so Bodie can sit, Vanessa begins to click through the Netflix menus, and Indy busies herself by gumming Vanessa's finger. Noticing the ice cream, Vanessa smiles. "Look Indy, Aunt Bodie brought us a little treat!"

Bodie assumes it's her fate to be the long suffering parental figure in this arrangement. Vanessa-- sweet, kind Vanessa-- has always been much more open and much more demonstrative of her sunshiney personality. It's one of the things that drew Bodie to her back in the very beginning... a genuine magnetism. But now it's costing her her ice cream. Bodie glances between her couch companions and sighs before offering the spoon in their general direction. She has no clue which mouth will clamp down on it first. "Are you sure they want you feeding their baby dairy and sugar?"

Vanessa tilts her head at the question. "I mean, she shouldn't eat that entire bowl, but a spoonful or two isn't gonna set her up with Type II Diabetes or anything." Taking the spoon, Vanessa slowly brings it to the baby's mouth. "Here it comes, open wide!" As the little girl does so, Vanessa too, opens her mouth, closing it as Indy clamps down on the little dollop of ice cream on the lip of the spoon. Catching the tiny bit that dribbles from the corner of Indy's mouth, Vanessa cleans the spoon herself and hands it back to Bodie. "Mmm so good!" Before she can gauge if the baby wants another, Indy lets out a yawn and nuzzles against Vanessa's chest. Within which Vanessa's heart melts into a puddle. Instinctively, her arms curl around the sleepy infant, cocooning her to Vanessa's body. Rocking the baby gently, Indy is out cold within minutes, and Vanessa lightly leans against her wife. "Look at her, baby...so sweet and innocent. She's been so good all day..."

Bodie eyes the sleeping child skeptically. Blue eyes finally rise to meet Vanessa's green. "She could have been a terror all day, and you'd say the same thing." Despite the argumentative statement, Bodie's voice is softer. Considerate. She knows that Vanessa loves this. She knows that. It didn't take seeing this all evening to know that. And Bodie's never not wanted to give her wife everything she loves. She just... She doesn't want to dwell on it and feel bumrushed again. She just wants to make Vanessa happy where she can. She tips her head to one side, resting against Vanessa's hair. "I know this makes you happy," she says softly, resting her free hand on her wife's knee.

Vanessa wants to add, "I wish it made you happy..." but she doesn't. She'll take whatever she can get in terms of Bodie's comfort level with their little guest. For now, with a warm slumbering infant in her arms, she's content curling up against her beloved wife, and relaxing--probably what Bodie's wanted to do all along. Turning her head, she presses a few kisses to the hollow of the Chef's throat, and remains gently pressed against the soft skin. She murmurs, "I love you." And she means it. Fully.

Bodie takes a deep, slow breath, relaxing into the couch and into the feeling of Vanessa's familiar body curled against her. This is nice. It's the first time since she came home that she's been able to feel... peaceful. Which is all she wanted. But Vanessa is happy, and the baby is sleeping. Angus is sprawled on the floor. She's got kisses. And hey! She's got her ice cream all to herself! "I love you, too, V. With my whole heart."

#privfw2 #para #c;bodie

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s3venpounds · 5 years ago

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thank you my dewd for giving me something to do! ngl was going kinda insane and i’ll take anything over doing chores tbh also sorry if this is hella late

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs usually because they hold more liquid and i use them for everything lol tea, coffee, alcohol, soda

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipops, i like having something in my mouth for long amounts of time(and yes pun intended)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy oh my god. I have such a sweet tooth its ridiculous. I once bought 7 large bags of cotton candy from K days and ate them for the next 2 months even when they got hard and probably nasty lmao i just love that shit. even cotton candy flavoured stuff ( except vodka. thats a trap. )

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

shy, reserved, well behaved basically i was a wimpy little shit

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I like them in glass cups so i can clean it afterwards and use it again later, waste makes me feel guilty

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

if its applied to me? pastel. I love brighter colors after i stopped wearing blacks greys and whites. they feel so good and look so nice. on someone im interested in? sportswear, formal, grunge, goth, pastel, tomboy. in no particular order. if its sportswear stuff that really highlights muscles and how toned they are just MMMMMMMM. formal is fuckkkkkkking attractive. like if the white collar shirt is unbuttoned halfway and the blazer is rolled up? or no blazer but with suspenders and the sleeves rolled up? OMG i will literally lick their collarbones idgaf

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones, mostly because its just healthier for your ears, as much as i like earphones and use them more often i just prefer headphones cuz people usually dont bother me, i do dislike the hat hair though and how bulky they are

8. movies or tv shows?

im kind of a weeb so i much prefer tv shows with regular releases so im not waiting 6 years or something for avengers lol i need my fixxxxxxxxxxx

9. favorite smell in the summer?

after rain smell or during rain smell idk. carnival food? the ocean? just water scents i guess

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dance or volleyball both of which im still doing to this day very happily c:

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

cereal, maybe some nutella, whatevers left over if someone cooked the night prior or just basic bacon eggs and rice. fried rice if im feeling lucky

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Emotions empty. YEET

13. lanyard or key ring?

lanyard. I’ve had the same spidergwen/ghost spider lanyard since like 2015 and i refuse to use another lol. it feels so cool to yank on the lanyard and swing it around

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

rock candy. hands down. that shit makes me nutty. like if i was an earth bender or some shit i’d make a giant club made of the stuff and smack people with it and lick it afterwards

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

the outsiders probably i mean its not like crazy favourite but like its the one i enjoyed the most out of the ones i was forced to read (i really hate being forced to do shit)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? criss cross as im doing right now lmao or sitting on one of my legs

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? ah shit I just threw them out cuz they were old af but i had these nike high tops with the little puffy thing that inflates the sides of the shoes to make it more comfortable and it was so good in the winter and summer. it like breathed enough to let my feet stay nice and cool but it also stayed warm and never let snow get in my shoes cuz they were so high they acted like boots. i wore those for like my entire highschool experience

18. ideal weather?

raining. or breezy day. wind makes me sleepy and rain makes me excited to jump around in puddles and run as if my lifes calling is pulling me towards it

19. sleeping position?

I always sleep on my stomach. its my most comfortable position and i knock out so easily if i do. apparently its a family thing too lol my siblings all outgrew it but w.e

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on a laptop or in my journal. the tapping of laptop keys makes me feel productive while writing in my journal makes me feel like itll be saved for the rest of my life

21. obsession from childhood?

psychology and the inner workings of the mind. why something thinks lowly of themselves, why someone thinks highly of themselves, how they came to this decision, why they thought to refuse this and that its really interesting to me to see peoples reasoning

22. role model?

not even a physical person but ALL MIGHT from my hero academia or boku no hero academia. yknow that phrase ? “ what would jesus do?” yeah its “what would all might do?” for me luuuuuuuuuuuuul

23. strange habits?

i dont really know any strange habits myself but im sure my friend justin knows a few

24. favorite crystal?

crystal???? uhhh i dont know much about this but i guess i would go with emerald? since its my birth stone?

25. first song you remember hearing?

a barney song. i shit you not.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

I dont really like the heat all that much. summer is just suffering to me tbh lol like what do you do when youve taken off all ur clothes, ur AC is dead and your room is the highest room in the house where all the heat gathers? nothing. you do nothing. you cry and almost get heat stroke.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

I loooooooooooove snowboarding im not good at it though but god damn its fun. specially with friends and learning together it makes me so happy seeing people grow c:

28. five songs to describe you?

fix you cold play(currently listening to this), im still here (treasure planet soundtrack) by john reznik, Good things fall apart Jon bellion, lost stars Adam levine, After Dark Asian Kung Fu Generation. is what i can say so far? i’ve got tons of songs i relate to those are the ones that just popped into mind

29. best way to bond with you?

be physical. touch me, graze me, be comfortable with me and hold up a conversation. As much as i like talking I LOVE hearing about the people im interacting with. hobbies, dreams, goals, nightmares everything. other than that? just spend time with me. any time is fine. i do prefer really deep conversations at like 3 am lol

30. places that you find sacred?

sacred to me? St. Clements park and not much else. a looooooooooot of shit has happened there. my first kiss, my worst break up, my best make up/make out, my best date.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I got these leather boots that do a clack sound on pavement and i feel powerful as fuck. I got this really high quality black formal shirt from le chateau that breathes really well and highlights my figure. I have these black jeans with zippers above and below the kneecap that make me feel dope. so yeah full black lol. theres also this grey sweater i have that flows in the wing like a cape and i feel like a superhero when wind blows it behind me

32. top five favorite vines?

ok ok theres this one i cannot find again for the life of me but its like this asian guy sittin in a stall taking a dump and it cuts to an ice cream dispenser then some dude knocks on the door and the asian guy gasps and it cuts to the ice cream dispenser but goes backwards so the poop is like going back in and the asian guy goes like “ unnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and shudders and i like fucking collapse a lung everytime i think about it. some of king vaders anime parodies are fucking hilarious, the dude who made that vine where “ if johnny has 23 dish soaps” and he goes “ wait why does johnny have 23 dish soaps” and he goes “ mind your business david” while playing with dishsoap lmao. OH OH and that one where the kid puts random shit on his head to signify its his mom like where he goes “ I like ya accent where ya from?” “ im from liberia” “ *in a whisper* oh my bad I like ya accent where ya from” yeah this is longer than i thought i’ll stop it here i still got like 60 questions left

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“lmao” i’ve now used to as a similar term to lol. sometimes i say it in irl like “ le mao” and i internally cringe everytime

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

pizza 73, sleep country canada “why buy a mattress any where elseee” and some spotify ads cuz theyre fucking everywhere

35. average time you fall asleep?

midnight or 10 at the earliest

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

god... uhhh.. one of those rage comics those old ass black n white memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

duffel bag, i am NOT organized enough for a suitcase plus duffels i can carry across my chest like a backpack

38. lemonade or tea?

oof. lemonade from k days was really gooooooood. but tea is something im always comfortable with.. ill go with tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? cake defnitely. cake tastes more mellow while meringue is like a burst of flavour right away

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

a dude OD’d during school hours or that time a dude had a seisure in class

41. last person you texted?

clarence

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets if i wanna look badass, pants pockets if im just being a panda

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

oooof. uhh leather or bomber. leather because i love biker aesthetic too and bomber just looks comfy

44. favorite scent for soap?

i dont particularly have one but i do like old spice or irish spring

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

SUPERHERO. HANDS DOWN. fantasy second and sci fi 3rd.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

.... naked. only on days i cannot sleep at all

47. favorite type of cheese?

uhh fuck dude uhm.. toss up between cream cheese or parmesan

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

durian. I hate durian. its spiky on the outside, smells like burnt asshole but taste is redeeming

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

inside jokes with justin. just hanging out with the dude I had the best gut wrenching laughs of my life. laughs where my jaw hurt from laughing, i lost feeling in my cheeks, my face was red and couldnt stop crying. those laughs.

51. current stresses?

job security, love life, and friends who are currently getting more and more busy and cant hang out as often

52. favorite font?

IDK? Helvetica?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry and typing.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

People are stupid as fuck. and coworkers are dangerous thanks alex for throwing a kitchen knife at me

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk if it counts since disney always makes fairytales but treasure planet?

56. favorite tradition?

probably christmas because i think its super important who you choose to spend it with and who you DO spend it with is a sign of how much they mean to you

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

dads abuse, my biggest break up, my friends attempted suicide

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

yknow the devil sign you make by closing your hand in a fist except your pinky and pointer finger? i can make my pointer and pinky touch. I also have been told my volleyball spikes have been really good recently. uhh my dancing I guess? singing?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

EVERYTHINGS FINE WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

My hero academia. hands down.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

You got the makings of greatness in you, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes, you'll get the chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you're made of! And... well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. TREASURE FUCKING PLANET BOIIIIIIIIIIS

62. seven characters you relate to?

jim hawkins, hikigaya hachiman, shoya ishida, natsuki subaru, Hinata Shoyo, Hiccup, roxas.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

oh god. uhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. learn to fly foo fighters? castle on the hill ed sheeran? man idk im not huge on clubs, just shit from like 2000′s rock bands that white person knows the lyrics to and probably screamed in their room when they were mad

64. favorite website from your childhood?

YTV when they first released those side kick things thos games were so cool except that one day where the sidekick turned into a monster i legit got scared lol

65. any permanent scars?

tons actually and i love em! they remind me that things happened and that i wont ever forget them. currently tryna get a scar for volleyball HEHEHE

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont know much about flowers but roses and lavender is nice. and that flower in philippines where if you touch it, it like curls into itself.

67. good luck charms?

the keychains people i’ve fallen for have given to me. like this one bullet bill keychain AB gave me when we first met in highschool. i still have it. its faded and chipped in places but i feel like it makes me feel stronger yknow?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

birthday cake vodka. hands down. and i’ve literally tasted my own puss from an infected wound on accident

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

in philippines flies are always swarming around peoples food so what i learned was to rip up the napkin to look like that thing people used to dust the house and it keeps them away if you swing it at them

70. left or right handed?

right handed c:

71. least favorite pattern?

pattern? uhh anything disorienting i guess

72. worst subject?

math. 100% math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

meatball marinara sub with like every sauce from subway

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

8. i think i have a high pain tolerance

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i dont remember.. maybe like 6?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

MASHED POTATOES.FRJISD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

not a big fan of plants....

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

sushi from a grocery store. just cuz im not willing to pay 30 bucks for somewhat fresh stuff from a retaurant

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school id funny enough

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

...what? i guess jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

FIREFLIES OWL CITYYYYYYYYY

82. pc or console?

console. i have a better understanding of how console plays vs computer. computer is too finicky for me and aiming is a lot harder. console i know how people on console move and how i move and how to aim.

83. writing or drawing?

writing. if i knew how to draw though thatd be a different answer

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio cuz i like to phone in and talk about my experiences lol i got to be on one actually it was dope

84. barbie or polly pocket?

uhhhhhh barbie?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

death. or atleast what happens afterwards

88. your greatest wish?

to be a hero.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Z

90. luckiest mistake?

one time in gym class we were playing dodgeball and i slipped trying to run backwards and a dude threw a ball at me but i kicked it in a way it went straight up and i had enough time to catch it

91. boxes or bags?

boxes, much better leverage and storing is like a game of tetris!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps or overheads. sunlight has glare on my stuff and its hard to play and fairylights arent enough

93. nicknames?

tin man, AG, metal man, poetry man, silverado, silver city, quick silver anything with silver really.

94. favorite season?

fall and winter. winter being the best

95. favorite app on your phone?

Epic seven

96. desktop background? its a picture of hinata shoyo from HAIKYUU!! doing a spike with wings on his back!

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only 1. thats my own lmao

98. favorite historical era?

uhhhhhh shit idk. they all seemed pretty shitty tbh..........

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It was Sunday and I had just gotten off the phone with my administrative assistant Jenny who was going to watch the gift shop for me that day as I wanted to rest. The night before was exhausting in a very exciting way. Thinking back, I initially felt regret at what I had done with John but when he woke up naked beside me, both of us did not have much time to consider our regrets as he woke me up with the delicious feeling of his cock moving in and out of my pussy once more and his eyes staring at me in a needful way. It is not easy to describe how a pair of eyes would look in a needful way but that’s how I felt John's eyes were saying while looking at me. I took out the tray containing the bacon from the microwave and started fixing breakfast when I heard him get up and take a pee in the bathroom. I felt his warm kiss on my neck and his hands touch my breasts as he said, " Good morning Mom. That bacon sure smells good". While seated at the breakfast table, he seemed so nonchalant and calm about what had just happened between us the night before that I began to hesitate if I should open up the subject of the two of us having sex last night... but it was a momentous event in both our lives, changing completely the total perspective of our mother-son relationship that I felt I needed to discuss it with him. " John honey, I didn’t want to do what I did, touching my body in front of you last night but I just couldn’t help myself. I was exhausted from work and felt I just needed to release myself", I said softly in an apologetic way while looking directly at him. " Mom, I have been watching you ever since you and Dad had that divorce and I know how much you want it. Funny but when I get in very late in the evenings, I would check up on you and peek inside your room often seeing you totally knocked out with your nightie up to your waist already, sometimes even up to your shoulders and the sight of you that way would really get me hard that I would slowly sneak inside your room and jerk off while looking at your naked body", he said breathlessly. " Oh John...baby...I never realized you wanted my body and to think all this time I was simply doing myself every time I felt the need", I replied going up to him and holding his face gently between the palms of my hands. I slowly lowered my lips to his and kissed him. A shudder ran deliciously over my whole body as I felt his hands slowly reach under the oversized t-shirt that I wore from last night and touch my upper thighs. The hair on my skin stood on end when I felt his left hand reach up and touch my breasts while his right hand sneaked in between my thighs searching for my womanhood. Slowly parting my thighs, I willingly allowed his hand to reach under and feel me getting so wet as our kiss turned wanton, his tongue parting my lips as I opened my mouth to receive him... then sucking his tongue hungrily I felt my need for him begin to grow once more. I reached under with my right hand and touched him through his boxer shorts feeling him so hard. I sneaked my hand under his shorts and felt his erect penis pulsing...throbbing...his finger now moving urgently in and out of my drenched pussy. I weakly moaned through our joined lips as my hands went around the waistband of his shorts and pulled it down releasing his penis from the confines of his boxers. I took hold of his penis and straddled him between my thighs rubbing the head of his penis on the lips of my pussy. He reached up for my t-shirt and pulled it off breaking our kiss and exposing my nakedness completely to him. My breasts were now in front of his face as he took my right nipple in his mouth I slowly lowered myself with a loud moan upon him, his penis smoothly entering my now drooling pussy. " Oh John....I want this...yes I want this..." as I began to move up and down on him holding his face tightly between my breasts. I started to ride him hard and rough, my voice snarling loudly with illicit passion as I felt the upper shaft of his penis rub on my clit. I rocked back and forth pushing myself down harder upon him. Soon, the rough rubbing of his penis on my clit began to trigger a spasm deep within my cervix... I began to feel my orgasm coming...that pee like sensation which makes my whole body shiver in weakness starting deep within my hips and rushing forth into my hot loins. I closed my eyes in intense pleasure, bright lights exploding in the black screen of my mind, and grabbed his head in a tight hug and screamed his name... "Oh John...I'm coming...I'm coming...oh baby you're making me come...oh John....", and as I felt his scalding seed enter my body I hear him growl... " Oh Mom...I'm coming too...yessssss", I felt him grab me and push himself up roughly, raising my body, the heat of his semen shooting inside me as I closed my pussy walls on his now ejaculating penis, pushing me over the edge again... " Baby, I'm coming again...oh yes...there it is again...ooohhhh" I whined and moaned as a long winded shaking of my entire body took over followed by short spasms as I came again and again and again..... After a while, still joined to him, I opened my eyes and looked at my son smiling at me and kissing every part of my face and eyes and nose and cheeks.... "Mom...I love you...so much" he said with a gentleness that I found so touching. After holding each other tightly for a long while I finally said, " I guess we should have breakfast now. I'm famished after what you're doing to me..." I said with a smile on my voice. I got off, feeling his semen dribbling down my inner thighs and, putting my t-shirt back on, continued fixing breakfast. "Mom it’s Sunday. Would you like to go and watch a movie with me? After all Jenny is going to mind the gift shop for you is she not...?" he suggested; "Mmmmmmmm why not. Are you asking me out on a date? That would be nice", I smiled. " But will you wear that dark blue denim dress with the buttons up front for me?" he pleaded. " Yes Baby..." I replied, my mind filling with erotic thoughts thinking that he could unbutton my dress completely in the movie and do whatever he wants with my exposed body; but instead of being afraid of being found out, I rather liked the idea of having discreet sex in public and felt excited as I faced him and whispered in a low sexy tone of voice, " Do you like me to wear nothing under that dark blue denim dress you want?" I looked at him straight in the eye with a naughty twinkle as he said, " WOW...no...I mean yes...uh...if you want to", his blurt out reply quickly brought a quick smile to myself as I decided to let him have his way and not wear anything at all under the dress. The theater was practically empty as the movie we decided to watch was on screen for a couple of weeks now and everybody had probably gone to see the other newer releases. After I handed the ticket stub to the usher, John and I quietly entered the theater lobby. John wrapped his left arm around me and whispered... " Are you really wearing nothing under your dress Mom?" he whispered in my ear. " Yes honey I am completely naked under this dress", I whispered back excitedly...in eager anticipation of what he was planning to do. In the dark and just when Tom Cruise started making love to his beautiful co-star in the movie, (the movie was Mission Impossible II), I felt John's right hand slowly undo the buttons of my dress and open it completely, making me shiver lightly as I felt the cold air touch my warm nakedness, my white flesh slightly glowing in the dark. I looked around to see if anybody was watching us and to my relief I found no one was as we were in the topmost row of seats. John's hand was uncommonly cold from the air conditioning and his touch on my breasts immediately made my nipples hard. I leaned my head on his left shoulder facing him and weakly sighed into his left ear... "Oooohhhhh Baby...someone might see us..." I whispered excitedly with a deep sigh...he didnt reply but instead lowered his hand and mashed the soft warm flesh of my belly making me gasp as I spread my thighs wider, knowing where his hand was ultimately going. I felt his hand in the pit of my thighs making me moan again as he found me, the body fluids from my pussy gushing forth profusely into his hand. I turned my body to my right to face him and lowered my right hand, tracing the outline of his penis through his khaki shorts. I raised my left leg to straddle his left knee opening myself more to his touch and felt his finger move deliciously slow up and down the crack of my now drooling pussy. I reached under his shorts and took hold of his penis now hard and hot, stroking it slowly up and down. The middle finger of his right hand now began to move more rapidly and urgently, up and down and in and out of my pussy making me feel warm in spite of the cold. I lowered my face to the level of his seat and held his penis close to my face taking a deep breath and breathing in its muscular scent...I slowly opened my lips to take him into my mouth. I felt him push himself up urgently as I began to suck him needfully, moving my tongue all over his shaft while his hand was now bringing me almost to the point of an orgasm. I felt his other hand push the back of my head harder down into him as he pushed desperately into my mouth. I was now mindlessly opening and closing my thighs and felt I was very near...very very near...until he moaned silently, "Mom I'm coming.....", and as I felt his hot seed hit the back of my throat, I tightly shut my thighs as I came, my hips jerking spasmodically. I tried hard to control the silent scream in my throat as I came again and again, his finger never stopping until I silently mumbled through my mouth... " Honey.....I cant take it anymore..." making him slow down and stop. I continued sucking his penis and licking the semen that overflowed from my mouth into his shaft. I gulped and swallowed at the same time slowly raised my head leaning back on his left shoulder with a deep sigh, my body still weak and trembling with spent and illicit desire.... After a long while I felt his hands fumbling in my front, trying to do the buttons of my dress as I smiled and whispered in the dark, "Baby, let me do it...", and as I straightened up and slowly closed my nakedness, I heard his voice raspy and low saying, "Mom lets go home......" his urgent need evident in the slight shaking of his voice. I slowly gathered my things and stood up in the dark not even finishing the movie, my darling son following me slowly from behind, my knees and thighs still shaking as I thought...yessssss...I also want to feel you moving inside me...once again as I gently replied..... "Yes Baby...lets go home.”

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