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httpiastri · 7 months ago

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nsfw alphabet – ln4

author's note: this pretty much wrote itself, oh my god. hope you enjoy (and hoping for some good results this weekend!!)

nsfw content below !! minors dni !!!

a – aftercare (what he is like after sex)

after sex, lando craves having you near him. he needs his skin on yours, he needs to kiss you, he needs to hold you. it doesn't matter if he's just fucked you senseless, he still can't live on if he doesn't feel your body pressed up against him.

lando gets soft and mushy after sex, and especially if he's been in a certain type of mood; he just needs to make sure you're alright and that you understand that even if he got a little too into it, he's still your cute and sweet boyfriend. he thanks you for being there, he asks you if you're feeling good, and makes sure he wasn't too rough with you.

another thing about lando after sex is that he loves cockwarming. the first time you tried it was probably just because he was lazy, too tired to pull out, but after then it's so much more. again, it's that craving for your touch and what better way than to completely drown in you all night? he doesn't care if you're both sweaty or sticky or if your combined juices make a mess of the sheets. that's a problem for another day.

b – body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner's body)

lando likes a lot of his own body parts for different reasons. his tongue because of the way he knows it makes you feel and because he's confident in his skills with it. he likes his hands, the size of them and the way they never fail to make your back arch off the bed (and because of how they look wrapped around your wrists, your legs, your waist, your neck...). he knows his neck makes you go crazy, and he'll think about you leaving a trail of lovebites down it whenever he does his neck exercises at the gym. but honestly, i think he just really likes all of his muscles, partly because of how defined they are and how good they look, but also a lot of it is because of how strong he is; he loves being able to hold your body down in bed, or hold you up in the shower, or throw you over his shoulder and toss you onto the bed.

i genuinely can't figure out if i think he's an ass guy or a boobs guy – i'm pretty sure he's both, and he's obsessed. it doesn't matter if you're petite or curvy or somewhere in between, he's pretty much gawking at you 24/7. if you're turned towards him, he's happy to have a view of your chest. if you've got your back turned against him, his eyes won't be leaving your gorgeous butt. his hands will be on them all the time, doesn't matter if you're out in public or home in your apartment. he needs to feel you, and nothing satisfies his needs as much as having his favorite body parts of his favorite person in his hands.

c – cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

oh he's good with anything. coming inside you, in your mouth, over your chest, doesn't matter. he finds it all so insanely hot. seeing you lick it up? he's dead. seeing you lick your own cum from his fingers after he's fingered you? even more dead.

d – dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

lando loves a good photograph – and that definitely goes for pictures of you. you bet he's got a whole private folder on his phone of just pictures of you on top of his covers, hickeys adorning your skin... ass or breasts on full display... tied up to the bed frame or with one of his hands wrapped around your neck... of course, the two of you have had a serious conversation about it to make sure it's consensual, and he would never ever even think of showing anyone else, he's far too possessive for that. they're purely for his own enjoyment.

the only thing that makes him even more aroused than pictures of you is videos... he's a bit shy to bring it up but he would love to make some kind of softer sex tape one day. but for now, he'll settle for the short clips he has of himself slowly thrusting into you or you riding him.

e – experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

lando is experienced, no doubt. mostly with casual hookups, though, which i think influences his style. he definitely knows what he's doing, he knows every little secret about your body and what every touch will make you feel. he also surprises you with a new trick every once in a while that just blows your mind because how can he still impress you even after all this time? that's just lando.

f – favorite position (this goes without saying)

lando doesn't settle for just one position, he wants you every way all the time. he loves to switch positions mid-way through just to get another angle and another feel of you. plus, the bonus of getting to see different parts of you is great. doggy just to have his hands on your ass, cowgirl to get to see your breasts bounce... he doesn't really have a set favorite, anything that makes you both feel good is perfect for him.

g – goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

oh he can definitely be goofy with it. lando laughs at pretty much everything and that doesn't just go away in the bedroom. it's not overly frequent, like he doesn't just crack jokes out of nowhere, but he's a smiley dude. he's also very teenage boy-ish, which leads to a lot of laughter and funny situations.

h – hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don't think he cares too much, to be fair. he's tried shaving a couple of times just to see how it looks, but he's much too lazy to keep up with it. as long as you don't mind a lot, he will just let it grow however it wants.

i – intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's intimate, sure, but not overly romantic i think. there are moments or certain occasions where he definitely is, though; he enjoys getting all romantic and fluffy for you every once in a while. but for him, most of the romance comes after it. the aftercare is where he'll show just how sweet and domestic he can be.

j – jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to love a good handjob, especially during a race weekend when he didn't have access to any girls and just needed to blow off some steam. but ever since he started getting with you, it's just not the same anymore... he misses your touch, the feeling of sinking into you, getting to hear your whiny breaths as he fucks you. he doesn't properly get off by himself unless he's watching a video of you or looking at a particularly suggestive picture you've sent him.

k – kink (one or more of his kinks)

i think lando definitely has a bulge kink. seeing your stomach move around when he thrusts into you makes him so weak. also, i'm sorry but he has a bit of a pregnancy kink, too. especially after spending days with baby relatives or just seeing kids around. it doesn't come out very often, but don't be surprised when he gets all "you'd look so good with my baby inside you" and "let's make that belly round and beautiful, hm?"...

l – location (favorite places to do the do)

i feel like the location doesn't matter a lot to him. bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom, the windowsill that any of his neighbors could look through any day... having someone watch you two doesn't matter to him; he just feels like a generous boy for giving them a treat.

he isn't shy to get it on in public, either. obviously, behind closed doors is a must, but if he gets particularly horny at a friend's party? then the bathroom seems like a good place to spend some time. he isn't shy to play a little with you in public either, his hand on your thigh underneath the table at the club slowly but surely inching up... and giving you a few teasing strokes until you're begging for him to just take you home...

one of his weaknesses is swimming pool sex. as long as there's no one else in the pool, it doesn't matter if there are friends nearby (if it's a pool party, etc.); he just loves the feeling of the water around you and how easy it is to slip into you.

don't know where else to put this than here, but i think it's very important to add that lando does not care at all who else is near when you're around and he's in a mood. pda is his middle name, and his hands will be on you at all times. holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, a hand on your ass...

if you're at a party, lando will be upset if you choose a seat that isn't his lap. having you straddle his thighs or sitting sideways in his lap is his biggest wish, and he feels like the world's luckiest man whenever you give him the pleasure of doing it. he also loves it because it means he can make sure you're not off talking to some creepy dude, and that everyone sees who you belong to. lando is very possessive and this is the perfect way to keep his possessiveness in check.

m – motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

honestly, it's not hard at all to rile lando up. he can and wants to get with you at all times. but drunk lando = extra horny lando. never is lando as frisky as when he's downed a few drinks (or half a champagne bottle on the podium). his hands will be on you constantly.

whenever you wear anything that shows off your cleavage, he's done. his brain will short circuit.

as i've covered before, and will cover again, lando is possessive, but also quite easily jealous. seeing you with some other dude makes him really easily riled up. it's not that he likes it – he hates the thought of you actually being with another man – but just a little teasing never hurt anyone. he's too confident in himself and he knows that you love him and only him, that even when he sees you flirt with someone else, it doesn't upset him because he understands that it's all just a game.

n – no (something he wouldn't do, turn-offs)

lando doesn't like to share you. he thinks it's cool that you flirt with other men, but if you were to ever cross the line and actually do something with another man, he would be so mad (and not in a good way-). he could possibly be up for a threesome if you really want to, but he needs to be there and he will be watching over the other guy with so much suspicion. he would want to make sure that you're enjoying everything he's doing much more than the other dude, and to be fair it would pretty much eventually turn out to be just regular sex between the two of you with the other man just not being involved.

o – oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves both of them. he's a messy giver, hastily licks and just eating you out like a starved man. he loves the taste of you – he swears it's one of his favorite things in the world – and he will just never get sick of it. he can go over and over, a million rounds, until he has you completely ruined underneath him; legs trembling, eyes rolled back, brain empty of thoughts.

your blow jobs, though, are like god's gift to him. he would never force you to give him them, but oh does he think about them about 24/7. unless you're completely oblivious, you'll understand quite quickly how much he enjoys them. and why would you not want to please him and make him as happy as he wants? he gets completely lost in the feeling, his hands tangling in your hair and fingers pulling on it, guiding you up and down... and he just can't hold back from thrusting ever so slightly into it. you're just too good – and you bet he'll praise you for it.

p – pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think this can vary a bit, actually. fast and rough sometimes, slow but deep and hard other times. it's not often that he's on the sensual side, though it does happen every once in a while. but you bet he's going to pour all of his energy into it and make it real hot and needy, no matter the pace.

q – quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he definitely likes a good old quickie! you've both gotten quite used to them, especially during race weekends when you have a tight schedule. if you're really really tight on time, a quick blowjob does the job, too.

r – risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

definitely. he loves trying new things to spice things up, and he's not shy to experiment and take a risk that maybe not everyone else would. he would adore having a partner who's as open to experimenting as he is, it would just make him feel so free and non-judged. if you get to see lando in his fully comfortable state, you'll definitely find him suggesting all kinds of things.

s – stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

lando is obsessed with you, so nothing can tire him out. he can last forever (or, at least so he thinks).

t – toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

as we've talked about already, lando is up for anything. bring up any kind of toys and he's sold. he's also really curious about how you please yourself when he's away, so you bet he will love watching you get off without him helping you out.

u – unfair (how much he likes to tease)

lando is definitely a big tease. pressing pecks all over your body except for where you really need and want him, fingers stroking up and down your sides a little too lightly for your taste; leaning back when you lean in to kiss him, pressing a finger to your lips with a silly grin on his lips; pulling out of you just as you're about to reach your climax, tilting his head and letting out a little "oh? you wanted to come? sorry, baby. you'll have to beg for it"....

this also happens, maybe even more, when you're in public. he doesn't care who's around; he knows you get a little extra tense and that you're easier to work up when you don't want anyone to know what lando is doing to you. his specialty is kneeling down and pretending to tie your shoelace or brush away some dirt from your heels, and when no one is looking, he makes sure to press a short trail of kisses right above your knee and up the inside of your thigh. it makes you react with the same wide eyes and speechlessness every time, and he loves it. almost as much as he loves seeing your friends ask you what's wrong.

v – volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

lando is not scared of being loud, he's very very vocal during sex. he loves to moan, seeing it as a way to let you know how good he thinks you feel. he's the type to moan and groan even when he's the one doing the work; just watching your juices drip out of you brings a warm sensation to his chest because he's the one who did that. you react like that to him and only him.

he also loves to talk you through it. a lot of guiding, even though you already know what to do, and a lot of praise.

w – wild card (a random headcanon)

one thing lando thinks is the maybe hottest thing you can do is pull on his chains when he's wearing them... just yanking him towards you so that you can press your lips to his, it has him dead in seconds.

he also has a thing for seeing you wear necklaces or chains (esp his chains) because it reminds him of this other type of necklace that he loves seeing around your throat much more...

x – x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he's a big boy for sure. thickness is his strongest suit but he's got some good length too.

y – yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

as i've said before, lando is obsessed with you, so he could have sex with you anytime anywhere. there's not going to be a time where he doesn't want to have sex with you.

z – zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterward)

i think it depends. if you've been at it for a while and he's very energetically drained, he'll be quick to fall asleep. but in some other cases, it takes him a long while to mentally calm down from his high and actually relax his mind. he'll be all pumped up.

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artdcnaldson · 4 months ago

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yknow those wives who have affairs with men they meet at the gym? yea so that but its art fucking the pretty, young thing from the yoga class his trainer signed him up for. something about mindfulness and old joints, honestly art wasnt listening, too busy thinking about how embarrassed he would be trying to do yoga in a public gym, a nice gym, but public nonetheless. but the first time he goes he picks the matt next to yours, youre no professional but youre a hell of a lot better than he is, as is everyone else but he's not looking at them. you end up chatting afterwards and it just kind of become routine for you to share those classes when you're both there. grabbing a juice together afterwards. and before either of you really understand whats happening, juice turns to lunch, one class a week turns to 3 or 4, a cup of coffee on the weekend turns to regular dinners. and suddenly he's fucking you in the back of his car in the parking lot of your building, all the yoga really paying off with the ways he's bending you trying to make it work in the cramped space. he was really just going to drive you home, like he always does, but you're just so pretty and he swears he saw tashi texting a number with the name "p" last night... so he kisses you and then hes rutting into your pussy, begging oyu to cum around him, let him feel your pussy get tight like that, strangle his cock.... many a thought

-🐞

GODDDDD <3 <3 <3

He isn't going to cheat, he isn't going to cheat, he is NOT going to cheat. It runs through his mind every fucking class after that first one. He's there to improve mobility, to help him get out of his head and be mindful, to kick the horrible anxiety that he's developed since the injury, that's worsened since New Rochelle.

He's not there for you. Even if you're the only person there he talks to. Even if he looks forward to seeing you every morning when he wakes up. Even if he suffers through gross pressed juice after each class because it means more time with you.

You make him happy, in a way he hasn't felt in a really long time. Desirable, interesting, worthwhile. You smile at him across the table when you go out for lunch, and sometimes you duck your head to hide giddy little smiles when he says something sweet. He'll reach across the table and his fingers will brush against your hand, and you won't move away. Your fingers stretch out, feel his, and that's good, that's fine.

It's not cheating. Coffee on Saturday mornings when there aren't any classes scheduled isn't cheating. Texting with your name replaced with a single letter to be discreet isn't cheating. Getting dinner isn't cheating. Watching movies together in your cute little apartment isn't cheating.

Surely Tashi knows. But why would she care when she's got a secret of her own? He know's she's texting Patrick. She has been since the challenger, working out the minutiae of what her coaching him will entail, and it makes Art's stomach turn. That incessant buzzing in his ear like a gnat, the constant question of if Patrick is fucking his wife. Again.

Art had said he would try. He would try to keep playing past the open, and he'd try to fix their marriage. But that was an optimistic promise made in the aftermath of a great fucking game of tennis. It wasn't until later that the resentment and anxiety reared its ugly head.

And then there's you. You don't watch tennis, you don't care about his ranking, you don't expect anything of him. All you expect of him is the pleasure of his company. And god, you look so sweet, sitting in the passenger seat of his jeep. For the past ten minutes, you’ve been rambling on and on about the new show you started watching, how you swear he'd like it, really.

"You're quiet," you say once he's pulled into the parking garage and killed the car. You reach across the center console and put a hand on his arm. "Everything okay?"

No. He's thinking about Tashi and Patrick. Of a text that flashed across her screen that morning from a contact that's just P, "when are you telling art?" He's thinking about affairs, about how he wants one thing to himself, and why can't that be you?

So he kisses you, and you can feel the desperation and need in the rough press of his mouth against yours, in the slow lave of his tongue, licking into your mouth like he wants to savor the taste of you. And you just take it, moaning into his mouth, soft and pretty.

"You're married," you pant as you both climb into the backseat. You say it like you haven't been craving this exact moment since you first saw him walking into the class with an overfull gym bag and a plain gray mat slung over one shoulder. You say it because if you don’t, you’ll feel worse.

But he just silences you with another hungry, desperate kiss that you return in kind. You paw at his shirt, trying to tug it off without breaking the kiss. Art laughs against your mouth and sits back on his heels to peel it off.

He likes the way you look up at him, like he’s the best thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s never felt that from anyone before, never felt like much more than a second choice. A consolation prize. Your hand is small, sliding along the plane of his chest, dipping down to his abs. It’s like you’re marveling at him, appreciating his body the way you’d appreciate a work of art.

Your hand slides down and you palm him almost timidly, feeling the hard length of him in your palm. He groans, a low, masculine sound that makes heat bloom in the pit of your stomach. You’ve heard something similar, when he’s stretching out a particularly tight muscle, or when you’re doing partner poses in yoga class— a hot, panted groan in your ear due to the proximity. But this is entirely new— addicting in the best way.

You don’t care that he’s married. Well, you do, but you just want him to be happy. You can make him happy— can give him something more than what he has. Doesn’t he deserve that?

Your clothes are shed quickly, easily. Peeled off smooth skin, discarded into the floorboard. All of your senses are flooded with Art’s hands, the way they grasp at your exposed skin, feeling, holding, possessing— His mouth, searing hot where he laves at your throat, over your tits. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and it makes you mewl. Arching into his touch.

“I want— fuck— I want to do so much to you,” he mumbles against your skin. He nips at the plush skin of your tits, promising bruises that will remind you in the morning you hadn’t just dreamt it all. “I just need to have you.”

You’d let him do anything. You’d let him carve you open and replace everything inside with him, him, him. And he does, in a way. When he lines up with your cunt and drives in, burying himself deep inside, it feels like he’s all that’s left of you.

The car rocks on its axels as he fucks you, deep and slow. It drives gasps and moans from your lips each time he bottoms out, when you feel his cock deep in your cunt, when his balls press tight against your body.

Art moans a desperate, masculine sound, his breath coming hot. The windows fog, dripping condensation in slow trails. “I think I love you,” Art groans, the words slipping out as he gets closer and closer and closer.

He’s married. He’s probably only saying it in a fuckdrunk haze. It’s a bad decision, you’d both regret it in the morning.

“I love you,” you tell him, softly. Earnest as he’s ever heard it said. He cums hard, grinding slow and deep so it’s as deep as possible.

He walks you to the door, kisses your cheek, tells you he’ll see you at the studio soon. When he gets home, he doesn’t tell Tashi, but she can sense it on him. The secret seeps from his pores. Good for him. It’s about time he does something for himself.

His next tournament is beautiful— his best tennis in a while. And maybe it’s best for Tashi to turn a blind eye while Art’s winning again. Maybe.

#art donaldson x reader #art donaldson smut #🐞 anon #affair au #maybe?

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gojosprettyprincess · 11 months ago

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Tw - Stepbrother choso, soft dom Choso?, fingering, pussy eating, squirting but reader didn't know what it was, oversimulation, ass play. Reader is 20 about to start college and choso is 23. This shit is honestly pretty filthy. I'm sorry for any errors.

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(Twitter link for visual at the end)

Thinking about...

Your mom getting remarried to another man and you having to move into a new house and adjust to your new household, it wasn't going to be easy, it's a whole different chapter of your life beginning and a lot of things were going to change and be different.

But no matter what you vowed to try your very best to make everything easier for your mom, whatever it takes. She been through a lot in her past relationship and now she's finally happy and smiling so you'll do anything you possibly can to keep it that way. It's just so weird being the only child and now having to get used to having a new sibling, he was 5 years older than you, you don't really interact with him that much, you just wanna get all this over with till you can finally move out and begin college once summer ends.

Well things just happened to take an unexpected turn pretty fast.

"Be a good girl for me and keep still yeah?" he whispered to you while slamming two of his long thick fingers into your cunt nonstop. It was too much, he made you came on his fingers two times already yet he still kept going, scissoring and curling his digits against your tight walls while he fucks it in and out of you, the wet squelch of your cunt filling the room. He had you laying on his lap with your body folded on half, one of his hands gripping your thigh while the other is plunging into your cunt, you couldn't help but squirm on top of him.

"T'much, c-can't anymore please, t'much cho" you whimpered, nails sinking into his forearm.

He looked down at you smirking, "Cum f'me one more time then I'll stop, deal?", you reluctantly nodded your head, your poor cunt was so sore from all the times he'd do stuff like this, which is every night when your parents are asleep he'd sneak into your room and play with your poor little cunny so he can prepare you for when he's gonna give you the real thing and fuck you silly with his thick cock.

"Fuckkk baby you have no idea how much I wanna sink my cock into this cunt right now", He hisses, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, his cock straining to be released from his boxers.

"Need you to cum f'me right now, c'mon princess you can do it". He encourages, fucking his fingers into your slopping cunt knuckles deep, faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot while he brought his thumb to your clit, flickering and rubbing small circles on it as he helped you climb to your orgasm.

Your head fell back against his chest as you came undone on his fingers. You cried out as he continued pumping his fingers inside of you throughout your orgasm, your toes curling while your eyes were rolling back of your head.

His eyes were glued to your body and face, paying attention to how your body reacted while your cumming, how you look so pretty with your eyes rolling back, he can't wait to see that exact scene but with his cock splitting your tight in half instead.

You came so much, your juices were leaking onto his lap, he licked his lips looking at how creamy your cunt was glistening as he slowly began pulling his fingers out of you. Strings of your slick connecting to your cunt and his fingers before snapping when he pulled away.

"Such a messy girl, see all the dirty mess you made princess?" he chuckled "What kind of big brother would i be if I don't help my sweet little sister clean all of this up?" He questions before he manhandles your body from his lap and places your back onto the bed.

He quickly got between your thighs, pressing both back towards you so your body could be folded, he took a moment to stare at your leaky wet cunt, the way there's cum dripping out of your entrance, leaking down to your asshole it was so messy. He dragged his tongue to your asshole before licking all the cum off it in one swipe up to your cunt, then he started lapping your entrance, making sure to clean and lick all the cum off with his tongue in the process so he could taste you, he loves eating your cunt so fucking much, the taste drives him absolutely crazy, always making him coming back for more. It was delicious.

"F-fuck!" you hiccupped "N-not so fast cho, s'much slow down please" you cried out, trying to push his head away, tugging on his hair, only to earn a groan from him while he ignored you and kept slurping on your cunt like a hungry man that just got his favorite meal for the first time in forever.

He kept swirling his tongue on your clit while his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions while your loud moans and cries filled the room.

It was just too much; your legs were shaking, you tried to move yourself but couldn't because of his strong grip on your thighs. All you could do is lay there, whimpering and crying as he feasts on your poor cunt. You felt your tummy start feeling weird, everything started feeling strange, like something different was about to happen. The new sensation of your body being stimulated launching you over the edge, making you jolt and writhe.

"Oh my god! Oh my god cho! Something's coming, feel so weird fu-fuck!" you warned, panicking as you attempt to try and push his head away only for his grip around your thighs to get tighter, he starts sucking your clit, as he pushes two of his fingers into your soppy fuckhole, fingerfucking the shit out of you, it was honestly so fucking nasty, the noises that were being made, literally everything. He was acting like an actual fucking animal, groaning into your pussy while he's slurping and sucking on your clit as his thick fingers working its way in and out of your wet sloppy cunny. Your brain gets all fuzzy and blank as you released whatever it was, clear liquid gushing out of you like a fucking water hose, your back arching against the bed as you grip onto the sheets screaming, you might've even woken your parents up for fuck's sake. You squirted all over Choso's pretty face, his shirt was drenched, his fingers, everything. Yet that nasty motherfucker still kept licking up your leaking cunt, his tongue lapping up all your juices from your dripping hole then he makes his way to your asshole, circling his tongue around your puckered hole before giving it a few kitten licks, making sure that he licks up every bit of your pussy juice since it seems like a burden to him to let any go to waste. Flickering his tongue on your hole as it's fluttering and winks against the pad of it while his long fingers still slamming into your poor tired hole. It was so fucking much that you felt like passing out as you start crying and whimpering even more.

After he was 100% sure he licked your cunny and everywhere else squeaky clean and was satisfied, he pulls away from you, panting and trying to catch his breath before moving closer towards you, he picks your head up with his arms, cradling it while wiping away your pathetic tears.

"S'okay princess I got you it's okay" he allows you to catch your breath as you calm yourself down. "Did so well f'me, such a good girl, aren't you?". He cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Cho-choso what was that! What happened!??" you asked nervously. "It's nothing bad baby, don't worry about it, you did a great job".

"Gonna make you do that same shit again tomorrow but on my fucking cock got it?".

Bonus

Visual on how he was eating your cunt but he was def doing way more than that since he's such a sick desperate fucker.

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artsninspo · 5 months ago

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"CINDERELLA 🛍️" - RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

Authors Note: Inspired by this ask, i've come to deliver 'sweet' Rio. Let me know how I did lol.

Summary: This ones fluffy 🐻 🐻 🐻, when boyfriend Rio hears you celebrating your friend getting spoiled by her man he has questions and answers.

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word-Count: 1.2K

Sitting in your backyard you laugh sitting forward as you take a break from your book. You slide back on the recliner to get a better look.

“Eeeeeeeee” you squeak, looking at the haul in front of your best friend.

“I know right!” She smiles wide eyed.

“I can’t believe it! You need to come over and see” she laughs hand to head in disbelief as you talk on FaceTime.

“Trust me, I’m coming” you nod sipping your morning green juice.

“Okay, yes! Come over, I'll order pastries and we can play dress up.” She proposes.

“Okay!” You smile hanging up to head back inside. You head to your bedroom to find something to wear and then into the bathroom to get ready. You’re nearly finished when Rio appears in the doorway.

“Morning, you’re up early” he says, kissing your temple and pulling you into a hug.

“Morning baby, I’m headed over to my bestie's place.” You smile.

“What do you two have going on?” He asks as you finish your hair, always curious, always protective.

“She’s seeing this guy who … oh my gosh! Babe you should see it. He bought her like three designer bags, and cleared out her shopping carts for Amazon and another site.” You smile but Rio doesn’t. He doesn’t like the excitement you carry while talking about another man.

“Sure it’s all real?” Rio says and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t be a hater” you mumble, casting a disappointed look over your shoulder.

“When are you coming back home?” Rio asks, looking you over.

“We just need an hour or two,” you shrug.

“Are all the girls gonna go?” he asks.

“Don’t know but I’d assume her sisters are coming too.” You explain. Nodding Rio takes your chin giving you a kiss to love on you. He never lets you leave his sight without giving you affection, it's something about him that you love. When he pulls away your eyes open to find him taking your expression in before he steals a few more quick kisses, holding you against him.

“Come back around 4” he says into your hair.

“Okay” you nod. “Need anything while I’m out!”

“I’m good, have fun with your friends.” Rio says, letting you go.

Rio’s always admired how you speak about the people you love. You never hate, you’re such a good person you don’t take your friends’ excitement and milestones as bragging or showing off and you’re not a jealous person. Yet, you never brag about yourself.

“I will” you smile but he doesn’t leave. “What?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t know you like designer” he shrugs looking you over with folded arms.

“It’s pretty, I can appreciate it” you shrug.

“How come you don’t have any bags?” He asks.

“Can’t justify the expense. I don’t dress up or go out enough” you tell him honestly. You’re the inside friend. The green juice over tequila friend. The Pilates and picnics over clubs and vip sections. You aren’t above the latter but it just isn’t you.

“Makes sense,” he nods. “Want me to drop you off?” He asks.

“Sure”

“Bet, I’ll be in the car” he mutters, patting your butt as he leaves you to it. You’re out in five minutes. Rio gets your door, always the gentleman. The drive is short and you give him a quick kiss before you’re off.

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You walk out to Rio’s car giddy. Girls' time is much needed. Nothing is better than hearing about when your friend’s man has done well. You prefer it infinitely to the contrary.

“Hey” you smile leaning over the console to give him a kiss.

“Have fun?” he asks.

“Yep, she’s happy and I love that for her.” You tell him. Rio nods not giving a fuck about your friends one way or another.

“I gotta pick up a few things before we head back to the house,” he says.

“Ok” you nod powering up your kindle for the ride. Rio smiles watching as you read.

“Are you reading some shit we can get into later?” He teases. You blush and he laughs.

“Maybe I don’t know yet?” You respond. He gets a call from his cousin Nick and you tune it out noting the hostility in his tone. You figure the pick-ups are for Nick but when the car stops at the high end shopping plaza in your city you’re confused. You follow him into Hermes.

“Called ahead, booked the private room with my girl. Gave the sales associate her sizes,” he says as you look down at your yoga outfit, glancing at your casual hairstyle in the mirror horrified.

“Baby” you quip just above a whisper.

“You look beautiful,” Rio responds, kissing your temple.

“Right this way” the associate smiles, taking you into a room. You see sandals, bags and a picnic basket on the table. Along with comfortable seating, mirrors and champagne. “I’ll leave you to it,” she smiles.

“Rio” you sigh, heart racing.

“Don’t start mama. If I want to do something nice for my girl, I can.” He says with defiance seated.

“But baby, I can’t return the favour” you pout looking at all the luxury items around you. Rio pulls you in wrapping his arms around your waist as he looks at you from the elevated seating.

“You keep my head clear, you don't stress me out, you take care of me and don't ask for shit. It’s priceless” he explains. You smile feeling appreciated and he smirks. “Go one have fun!” he nudges.

“I love you Christopher” you giggle holding his hands.

“Love you too” he responds. You look at a few of the sandals wincing at the price. You look at the picnic basket and see it’s like $20k.

Gasping you look at him. “Rio this stuff is seriously too expensive.”

“Money isn’t a problem,” he reminds, picking up a sandal. You sit overwhelmed.

“Rio people have real life problems and I’m walking around with a bag that’s worth a car?” you question the ethics and implications of these kinds of wealthy displays.

“Well look at that Cinderella” he teases. It’s a perfect fit. You smile admiring the design elements. It’s your style and the colour compliments your skin tone. “The purses can fit everything, shoes you can wear anywhere, and there’s no monogram.” He explains and you pause relenting when you see he won’t drop it. You accept his generosity allowing yourself to accept the grandiose gifts. Your heart races as you turn back to the bags. You pick up a bag in your favourite colour and one in black. He buys you a couple of sandals and you leave the overpriced picnic basket knowing it’s highly likely to be stained or damaged. The total of everything makes your heart race but Rio doesn’t flinch paying with a smile. An associate boxes everything up and places them into the trunk of Rio’s car for you.

“Thank you” you smile giving him a kiss.

“You clap for everyone around you, sit back and let me take care of you alright?” He asks, holding your gaze calmly. It makes you a little misty eyed. Rio chuckles, giving you a peck.

“Big baby,” he says, pulling out and heading home. Rio helps you arrange your closet with your new things and you show him some appreciation in the shower. You're all ready for bed when you get a facetime call from your bestie. Rio sees it first.

“Make me sound good, yeah?” he teases, stepping out and you laugh answering with a smile before bragging on your man.

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hiddenlife-manager · 8 months ago

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i dont know if you do driver x driver x reader, if you do then maybe oscar x logan x reader? if you dont then just logan x reader is good. i dont really have a good idea for smut but if youre up for it there could be some oral sex, choking, possessiveness, and degradation? ima gonna be honest its been a hot minute since ive read your smut so id theres something in my request youre not comfortable with, my apologies!

Logan Sargeant X Reader X Oscar Piastri

cw... anal, double penetration, not edited, cumshot, kissing with cum, hair pulling, slight dom, slight hinting to the two of them being into each other, gagging, blow job, oral, jealousy, timeskip, plot and porn, etc...

notepad... HIYA! Second post of the day. Honestly speaking I enjoyed this. But i probably could have spent more time on it. Either way I had fun.

There were only a few things Logan Sargeant had that Oscar Piastri didn’t. He hated to admit it, but it was true that Oscar was the better rookie and the better driver. He had things that Logan didn't, but he had one thing—the only thing Oscar couldn’t have and wanted more than anything. He had you. You were his trophy, the girl the two of them fought for in the Perma days. There was no hate between the two of them, still being the closest of friends, but Oscar could never help but be filled with jealousy each time he saw you with Logan. He was the better match for you, yet you chose Logan.

It was the Miami Grand Prix; you were there supporting Logan after a disappointing week. Oscar certainly had a bad week, but compared to Logan, it was a hundred times better. He couldn’t help looking at you talking to Logan, walking hand in hand. He wanted what Logan had; it was selfish; you were happy; his friend was happy; he knew it was wrong.

“Hey Oscar!” He heard Logan's voice call him out, it stunned him. He looked up, seeing him walk up with you. You waved to him, clearly unaware of his feelings.

“Oscar, you look great; how long has it been?” You asked, letting go of Logan's hand, hugging the tall man. Leaving him confused for a moment, he slowly raised his arms to hug you back. It had been sometimes since he felt your touch that all the feelings he felt became stronger than ever.

“Likewise, are you two still together?” He asked if it was true that you were never in the media and were also never posted about. You nodded. Logan grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

“Stronger than ever. Oscar, do you want to join us for dinner at my place? Like before, this time at my own home.” Logan asked him rather quickly. Oscar was unsure of how to respond. After spending an entire night with you and Logann being in love, It sounded like hell, yet he missed you, the sound of your laughs, or the way you talked. It was a tough decision; it felt like hours passed while the two waited for his answer.

“Like old times.”

“Ah~” You mumbled your head back, your legs being pushed while Logan’s mouth sucked at your clit. How did Oscar get here? Watching his friend eat out the girl he wanted. He could have left, but he stayed. Your moans sound so sweet, like honey to him. He watched Logan suck your clit almost as if he were making out with your pussy. You were clearly close to orgasming, your words becoming less coherent. He heard the low voice of Logan.

“You’re our guest, Oscar; I know you want to.” Logan stood up, looking at him with your juices on his lips. Logan knew him too well. Oscar walked over to you and him. Logan sighed, seeing your panting face cumming just by his mouth. “You are my friend, but do know I am possessive of her. Don’t leave a mark on her Oscar, or I might not be able to forgive you for it.”

Oscar nodded; it seemed like all that Logan told him went through one ear and out the other. Logan sighed, climbing on the bed right behind you, hauling your panting body up. He used his chest to support your back, putting you right at the edge of the bed for Oscar. His other hands spread your legs wide.

“You want me to?” Logan rolled his eyes, taking one hand away from you and tossing a condom for Oscar to catch. He hated it because he was acting so inexperienced in front of you. He held the condom, opening it while pulling his cock out and putting the protection on properly.

“Pick a hole, ass or pussy?”

“I know you, Logan; you pick.” Logan smiled upon hearing Oscar say such a thing. He was caressing your cheek, flipping you over, and having you on all four.

“I say surprise her. You dreamed of this, so do what you want for once.” Oscar knew Logan's kind heart was nothing but excited to have control over him. Logan pulled out his cock, pumping it a few times. "Besides, I have her mouth.” He shoved his cock into your mouth suddenly. Oscar began to hear the lewd sounds of your muffled gags. He groaned while doing it. He shoved his cock up your ass. It was so tight, and you were so unprepared. “You picked her ass. I’ve been training her, so she’ll be fine.”

Logan gently placed his hands on your head, playing with your hair; cooing at you. Oscar could tell he truly cared for you. No matter what, even face-fucking you, he had a hint of gentleness. Oscar held onto your hips, bouncing you back and forth on his cock. Causing moans to be heard that were muffled by Logan's cock in your mouth. Logan thrust deep into your mouth, gagging echo into the large room.

“Can I grab her hair?” Logan smirked, nodding to him. Oscar's hand went to your hair, pulling it back, causing a small pop when your lips left Logan's cock. Logan used the opportunity of shock from you to shove his cock once more into your beautiful mouth. Logan and Oscar found themselves moaning, both enjoying the view of you being used. Clearly, they both enjoyed it; their relationship has been a bit rocky since Logan got with you, and this was a good way to get them to fix it.

You, on the other hand, didn’t mind it; you were being fucked in two holes and forced into a moaning mess. You loved it even when your hands got weak. They began to shake, feeling like you were about to orgasm. You knew Logan was close, his cock twitching in your mouth and his thrust being deeper than normal, making you gag even louder than before. You weren’t sure how Oscar orgasmed and were unsure if he was close or not, yet the sounds of his whimpering from how good your ass felt told you all you needed.

The abuse of your ass and mouth continued until Logan thrust so deep it made you gag that you had to pull away while he came. Oscar grabbed your hair tightly, your mouth open, and Logan once more shoved his cock in your mouth, making you milk him dry. You were gasping for air, trying to moan, cum flowing out of your lips, unable to hold yourself up. Oscar fucked you faster; you knew he was enjoying it, but it became overwhelming for him.

That was until he pulled you back by your hair so tight that he sat you up and came into your ass deep, filling his condom up. Leaving you moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock getting soft slowly. You were still covered in cum. Logan leaned down to you, kissing you deeply, not caring about the cum clearly on your lips. Oscar is still deep inside you; his cock is so deep that it feels better than any woman he has been with.

“We can do this again, Oscar.” Logan and Oscar were both naked, watching your sleeping body. You went right to sleep after they helped clean you up.

“I missed you too, Logan.” They turned to each other and shook hands, firmly embracing each other in a quick hug.

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moosesarecute · 29 days ago

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December 17th

December Masterlist

Masterlist

Her day had gone to exploring her home. She had been all over trying to find something that might restart her memory, but she couldn’t.

The toys she played with as a child, the kitchen she and her mother baked in and the library where she spent most of her time. None of them gave her any clues of her life before.

It gave Annette an uneasy feeling.

She felt alone and scared. The people who called themselves her family were nice enough, but she couldn’t trust them completely yet.

She and Cathrine, her mother, had been talking the entire day. She had been stroking Annette’s hair and told them about their life. She spoke about how Annette was adopted. That while it was usual for fae to struggle getting children, Cathrine and Bru just couldn’t live without a child.

When she was first born and sent to an orphanage, it didn’t take long before they found her and knew she was the one. Cathrine cried talking about it.

Her mother at least cared about her, Annette concluded with. Nothing to be worried about with her. The rest of her family had kept a bigger distance. Cathrine said it was to not overwhelm her.

When night arrived, Cathrine tucked Annette into bed. She told her to make sure she stayed worm and gave her some of her medicine. It tasted just as bad as before, but she got it down.

However, when Cathrine left, Annette didn’t feel like sleeping.

She quietly stood up from the bed and started to explore her room a little more. She looked at the books and toys and yarn, but she felt no connection to it. She found more of her stuff in boxes stored under her bed. She went through each and every one-off them, but didn’t find anything particularly interesting until the last box.

It had a backpack in it. It looked well made and sturdy. But it also looked like it had been used a lot. Maybe this was the backpack she used when she last was out on her adventures? She knew it was hers. She didn’t know why, but she just knew it.

She opened the backpack and found many bottles of red liquid and a pile of paper. She picked of the papers first. One piece of paper was folded around the others. She read it first:

Winterberry juice for memory loss. Drink as much as you can every day.

And some reading for the journey. Hope you find what you need in these letters.

Good luck,

Nick

Annette decided to drink the juice. It tasted amazing. Both sweet and tangy from the berry. She drank some of it and then picked up the rest of the pile of papers. She picked up the first one. It was covered in tearstains, but other than that it was beautiful. The handwriting was precise and carefully done. Annette started reading.

My dearest Y/N,

It’s been over three years. This is the third December without you, and it haven’t become easier.

Rhys and Cass are forcing me to go to therapy. My therapist, Jonathan, suggested I write you letters, so that’s what I’m doing.

You have missed so much, my light. Both Rhys and Cass have found their mates. Their names are Feyre and Nesta. They are sisters and used to be human, but that’s a story too long for letters. I promise I’ll explain all to you when if you come back to me. Feyre was the girl that saved all of Prythian from Amarantha. Rhys made her his High Lady and they even have a son, Nyx. And Nesta and some of her friends have become Valkyries. She and Cassian are always at each other’s throats, but they love each other. You would have loved them too, I’m sure of it.

Mor and Amren have also found their loves. Which means I’m constantly surrounded by couples.

I’m happy for them, I truly am, but I can’t help but feel like it’s a little unfair. Why do we have to be apart?

I miss you, my love. I honestly feel lost in this world without you. I’ve been counting days since you disappeared, and each day feels heavier on my heart.

The shadows also miss you. They have never been as poorly behaved as now. Some days I wake up from them screaming to get you back, other days they refuse to listen or talk to me.

All our memories together are what keeps me going, but I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last in this life without you. I need your soft smiles and warm embrace to get me through this. I know I won’t, but deep down I still have hope that I’ll be able to hold you once again. Hold you, and never let go.

I love you, Y/N. I have loved you all my life and I will keep loving you till the day my soul no longer exists.

x Your Shadow

The first thing Annette noticed was that she really wanted to know what happened to Y/N and who her shadow was. The second thing was that she felt sort of connected to the names. Rhys, Cassian, Mor and Amren felt like names she knew. Feyre and Nesta, she didn’t feel connected to, but from the way they were written about in the letters, she knew that they were kind.

Annette wasted no time picking up the next letter It was also covered in tearstains. It seemed like most of them were.

My dearest Y/N,

Jo asked me today to write about what our life would be like.

And even though I did like he asked, it only brought out painful emotions. I hate having to imagine this. I want it to be true. To be our real life.

I wanted us to buy a house. A house where we can make our own home. So that we can choose everything ourselves.

I wanted us to have a family. We never spoke about kids. Both of us knew that a war was coming and that we would need to go through a lifetime of terror before we could bring babes into this world.

I want us to fly together. Fly to work, fly to family dinner, fly as exercise, fly as fun. Flying have always been when I’ve felt the freest and I know you feel similar, but without you beside me, it feels wrong. So wrong. I have multiple times thrown up from flying without you.

I want us to be happy.

I want us to fight, and argue, and laugh, and cry, and smile. I want it all.

Please come back to me.

x Your Shadow

My dearest Y/N

I think therapy is helping a little.

I thought about you yesterday without crying. Do you remember our first dance? Not our first as a couple, but our first one ever?

Sneaking around in the woods behind Windhaven and dancing to the song from the shadows swirling around us. Our feet making the snow crunch beneath us.

If only the bond had snapped earlier or if I was just a little braver. I would have danced with you every moment I could. You deserve to be danced with you too. I’m glad we’re not longer in Windhaven. You deserved so much better than that camp.

You’re my princess. You should dance around in the ballgowns you make, but no, you always sold away the most beautiful ones.

I still dream about the blue gown you wore on your first Starfall as a couple. I wish I could see you in it again some time.

x Your Shadow

My dearest Y/N

I think the time has come. I’ve finally gone crazy. I felt you. I’m sure I did. But I couldn’t get to you. Please tell me where you are so that I can get you home. Please tell me.

Are you out there?

x Your Shadow

My dearest Y/N

Family dinner is hard without you. I always imagine you sitting besides me and it gets a little better.

Cassian spilled soup all over the floor yesterday. That’s nothing unusual, but it was all over a new carpet Feyre just bought. Feyre was about to become very angry when Nyx started laughing louder than ever before. Cassian is now Nyx’s favourite person.

I’m convinced that if Nyx knew you, you would outrank Cassian very quickly. I don’t know how much he knows about his auntie Y/N, but I know you would be the best aunt he could ever wish for. I’ll start telling him more about you when I can talk about you without crying.

x Your Shadow

My dearest Y/N

The shadows miss you too. They’ve been trying to braid my hair lately. It’s like they miss helping you with yours. I don’t think they understand that you’re gone forever. It’s like they’re in denial. It’s not that different from what I’m doing, but still, they shouldn’t have these complex feelings. I wish I would tell them that you’ll be back soon.

Sometimes the only thing they do is to scream in my head. I think they believe too that you’re out there, but I just can’t get my hopes up. Please give me or the shadows a sign and we’ll be there. I promise.

x Your Shadow

Annette was crying now. The letters were so full of grief she just wanted to hug this Shadow and tell him that everything would be alright.

She drank a little more of the winterberry juice. As she gulped it down, she felt her head grow lighter.

My dearest Y/N

It’s snowing. A lot. It’s like the sky is falling down in white. I can almost image you running around with your snow-zoomies. It’s like my entire body just expects you to sneak up behind me and dump way too much snow on me. The shadows have tried to do it, but it just isn’t the same.

Nyx spoke about the Winter Lights today. He told us that a friend from his kindergarten had painted them. I left the room before anyone continued speaking. I haven’t seen the lights since you left. It used to be such a good memory, but now it only brings pain. Our first kiss, my love. Under the Winter Lights after everyone else had gone inside. You always insisted to watch them until they had danced finished.

Maybe I’ll try to do that this year. I’ll do my best.

x Your Shadow

Imagine having your first kiss together under the Winter Lights. Annette’s heart melted at the thought. It felt right. She would love to experience that.

Annette picked up the last letter. It was filled with even more tearstains than the others. She drank the rest of the winterberry juice before she started to read.

My dearest Y/N,

I have understood now that I must let you go.

Madja and Jonathan believe you might me out there, but I won’t survive if I get my hopes up now only for them to be crushed once more. I want to, but I just can’t. It’s too much.

My sweet, beautiful, amazing, wonderful, thoughtful mate. I love you so much and it hurts so much to have to do this, but it’s what you would have wanted.

I’m going to try to make this a good Winter Solstice. I’m going to keep our traditions alive. I’m going to make a snowfae, I’m going to have the snowball fight and I’m going to make cookies and hot chocolate to stay on the counter every second of every day. I’m going to try my absolute best to be happy. Even if you aren’t here to see it.

I don’t think I can go to see Jonathan any longer. Even though therapy has helped, I think Jonathan is wrong for me. I’ll se if I can find anyone else after Winter Solstice, but right now I need a break.

I’m also going to take a break from these letters. I might start with them again soon, but for right now, I need to put you behind me. I hope this is the best decision, but I have no idea what I’m doing.

My dearest Y/N. I will forever long for the life he had planned. I will forever sit with the feeling that half of my heart is yet to come home.

x Azriel, I’ll always be your shadow

It was his name that did it. His beautiful and kind name. The name you had grown that fond of throughout your life.

It was the name that made you smile, cry and feel safe all at once. It was a name that brought you so many emotions that you didn’t know how to act.

It was the name of your person.

Because you knew now that you aren’t Annette, 254 years old from the continent.

You are Y/N, 540 years old from Windhaven, and last but definitely not least. You are Y/N the proud mate of Azriel Shadowsinger.

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warmcookiepuff · 1 month ago

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RESTART ( badly timed reunions suck ass when you leave your best friend behind)

— gn!reader, jason, wingman roy, mentions of dick

tw: curse words (many), jason dealing with his mental health and hyper independence (i hc he never properly deals with it)

p.s: raw writing skills after a year of retirement (it sucks).

p.s 2.0: Yes i rewrote this

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"You've got a type," Roy jokes, lightly shoving his friend as he swivles his cup of juice. His eyes turning to the newbie vigilante across the room, stressing over the cups knocked over on the table.

"Yeah? What's that?" Jason rolls his eyes, adjusting himself on the wall. His eyes never leave your back.

"Scary," Roy hums, taking a sip of his juice as he watches you stack the cups again annoyingly.

It's been a while, you know. Probably a decade. Last you checked, he upped and died after getting adopted from the Alley you both grew up in. His shirt used to be as dirty as yours. Your smarts still match his, even more actually. Both were practically inseparable before--

Well.

"I don't know why you guys don't just talk," Roy muses. "It's not like you don't know each other."

"We don't," Jason answers harshly, his eyes looking away from you to his friend. "I'm not the kid that played mechanic anymore. Besides, I've got blood on my hands."

Its quiet. The house is still buzzing with friends and family. Wayne's mansion was grand as always. Jason always looks out of place in a space like this. Especially in celebrations, he typically never shows up. Not even for his own birthday. Much less Dick's.

Where he currently is.

The real question is: "Why is he here?"

Dick knows Jason won't come to the party. Everyone does. In typical Jaybird fashion, he'd send a text a few days late wishing his family a 'happy birthday' (if they're lucky).

He's a self-sufficient guy. The hyper independent, gruff, bad boy vigilante with a few screws loose. He does fine on his own.

So Dick brings in his screws; you. Jason fell for it like a sheep.

"How did Dick even--" Jason starts, feeling frustrated over the situation. Roy cuts him off.

"I told him."

"Honest to God I could kill you right now, Roy."

"In my defense, it sounded good at the time."

"I almost chopped their head off? What the fuck do you mean it sounded good?!"

"They threw like 15 bombs at you. Something tells me they don't just die easy."

"Christ, you're insufferable," Jay pinches the bridge of his nose. Needing silence above all else at the moment for the migraine that was shooting up his psyche. "i need some fresh air. DON'T follow me. I'll shoot your ass."

Jason leaves before Roy could say a word.

The balcony doors push open. Cold air pricks his cheeks and he takes a deep, deep breath of the polluted Gotham air. He rests his elbows on the railings, overseeing the city raining with crime.

Home.

There's a beat of silence. Before he sighs heavily, holding his head in his hands.

"Why am I like this," He asks himself in a low, tired voice. One he uses when he's sure he's alone. "Fuck's wrong with me. Can't be normal for five fucking seconds."

"Honestly, it was like 46 minutes but who's counting?"

Jason arms himself with his gun as swift as possible, his eyebrows furrow angrily as he makes sense of the silhouette standing by the balcony door behind him.

"Better than beheading, I'd say," You roll your eyes, walking up to him unfazed.

"You-- I-- Give me like 5 seconds," He locks in, immediately stuffing his gun in his holster. Fuck, since when did he stutter.

"Time's up," You answer smoothly, leaning on the railing with your body turned to his own rigid stance. "Speak, big boy."

"How'd you know I was out here?"

"You're a big guy," You answer, shrugging. "Also, Roy."

"Fucking ginger," He sighs, massaging his temples. "Don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

"Pretend we're talking. Like we're friends again."

"I'm not doing anything you don't want me doing," You put your hands up in surrender. "Talk when you want."

It felt like hours had passed by in the quiet that the cold had started to nick at your skin. Cars had passed, small amounts of people had left. For once, Jason didn't want to disappoint someone more than he already has -- he's stuck in his own head. He had to say something.

Anything.

Anything that isn't so fucking stupid.

"I... I missed... you," He says through gritted teeth, his eyes never meeting yours -- his heart pounding and nervous.

He should've died in the Pit.

The second of silence you left had him consider every escape option possible.

You snort loudly and burst out laughing. It catches him off guard. It was noisy, loud -- full of life. You grip the railing as you hold your stomach.

"I--," You heave, snickering through your words. "I-- I missed you too."

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justyourtypicalwriter · 8 months ago

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THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL!!! HOLY SHIT!

Drew @justyourtypicalwriter's SP service dog au :)

I couldn't stop thinking about this yesterday night I needed to make it 😔✨

#south park #tweek tweak #craig tucker #stan marsh #creek sp #service dog au #MY BOYS!!!!#OMG AHAHSGAGD #Delta is literally drawn to perfection #She’s just a fluffy thing #And Tweek and Latte #Being a Doberman he’s pretty big #And Tweek is originally terrified #even though there’s no reason too #Because Latte wouldn’t hurt a fly #and is honestly one of the calmest of the dogs #AND THE SLEEPOVER #THAT WOULD HAPPEN #THEY WOULD CUDDLE UP TOGETHER AND THEIR DOGS WOULD JUST SPRAWL OUT ONTOP OF THEM #I GENUINELY CANNOT EXPRESS HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME THOUGH-#Ive been dealing with super low motivation lately #and have been really guilty for not having the motivation to make big posts #but this genuinely made my day #So I think I’m gonna drag my ass out of bed to work on this au more #and just to clarify #anyone is more than welcome to draw scenes or characters from anything of mine #if the creative juices are flowing go for it #tag me too #I’d love to see it!#TYSM DUDE ILY<333

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honeysickledream · 3 months ago

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Who's Who, Darling? Part 2 | Poly141 x F!Reader

Tags / cw: NSFW (Smut) fivesome (F/M/M/M/M), fingering (f!receiving), p in v, protected sex, blindfolds, finger sucking, a bit of spanking, light pussy slapping, edging (ig?), orgasm denial of sorts, birth control (IUD) mention, Reader is referred to as Pet a handful of times (mainly by Price), offscreen masturbation, polyamory discussions and agreements, no use of Y/N, no descriptions of reader | if i missed anything, let me know! MINORS DNI (18+) w/c: ~3.4k Pt. 1 | AO3 A/n: this whole thing got away from me, it’s a long one. I’ve been slowly writing it as life hits me upside the head with a new pan every other day. If parts feel rushed, that’s predominately why. Proofread in the middle of the night so ignore typos, please. Also, happy Halloween! divider by @/saradika-graphics

The guys are making coffee and tea when you manage to pull yourself out of the bed and stumble into the kitchen. You’re flashed a smile by each and given pecks on the cheeks as you rub the sleep from your eyes and try to adjust to being alive and having them in your house—last night seeming like some mouthwatering fever dream. Soap suddenly proposes that he make breakfast for everyone and you whine, knowing just how inept he is in the kitchen. The little kitchenette in the break room on base has been closed down more times than anyone can count because he manages to set something on fire.

Price quickly banishes Soap to the living room and sends you along with him, but not before he hands you a warm mug filled with your favorite drink doctored just the way you liked it. There’s not much room on the couch, not with Soap sitting on the middle cushion with his legs spread out as far as they’ll go. He gives you a look—the ‘come sit on my lap, I don’t bite’ look—and you give in. It’s too early in the morning to be stubborn, to be standing honestly, and you’re chilly despite the heat being on.

His thick arms wrap around you, pulling you as close as they can, and he turns on the TV. You notice as you take small sips from your mug that Soap’s eyes are trained on your throat as it bobs with each swallow. He gives you the sweetest look as he asks—begs almost—to give your throat a kiss. Tells you he’s been wanting to do it for ages now and that he promises not to bite.

Fucking liar he is. One peck to the center of your throat turns into another, then a dozen more with faint nibbles between each one. He licks your throat, too, which causes your breath to catch and thighs to press together. The throbbing in your clit worsens when he noses at your pulse point and whines, hips jerking lightly against your ass.

Ghost’s voice cuts through the faint buzzing in your ears and you wince as your arousal dissipates. He tells you breakfast is ready, but you’re not released from Soap’s intense hold. Ghost gives him a glare and Soap’s hips buck once more in response. You’re given one last nip before Soap lets you push off him. He trails behind you, the hem of your sleep shirt caught between two fingers.

Your place at the table has been set elegantly, as if you were royalty. Price pours you a glass of juice while Gaz pushes your chair in and lays a napkin (really it’s just the second cheapest kind of paper towel you could get) in your lap. Ghost places your plate before you and awkwardly gives your head a pat when you thank him. It’s awfully charming being treated so well by them, but there’s a bit of suspicion lurking in the back of your mind.

It’s not your fault the men you’ve entertained in the past have be lackluster in…well, just about every way.

They all sit on the other side of the table, crammed together like sardines in a tin as they dig into their own omelets and hash. Your omelet was the prettiest that’d been made: no tearing along the seam, perfect gold spots across the outside. The seasonings used were light and complementary. Ghost had been the one to cook it, you reasoned. He was a maestro in the kitchen, always bringing in little bits of what he’d cooked the night before to team meetings or sharing his food during breaks in the rec room when it wasn’t under repair because of Soap.

Your appetite quickly fades as you wonder when the topic of ‘Round Two’ will be mentioned, or if Ghost and Gaz’s hints of things turning into something more will be touched on. Both have been sitting in the back of your mind since last night to the point you recall vague dreams regarding them. The anticipation of a talk makes faint nausea build in your belly as your heart keeps wondering and hoping, hoping, hoping—

Price clears his throat and your fork skids on the plate. The screeching of metal on porcelain makes your skin crawl and your teeth ache. All four of the guys look at you with concern and you wave them off, quickly taking a sip of juice. The anticipated conversation begins once you swallow, no chance of any spit takes or choking.

He puts it all very plainly: the four of them do want you. They’d been keen on you for the longest but had all agreed to refrain from making any moves to preserve camaraderie but then you’d gone and complained about your workload and not being laid. The perfect opportunity for them, for you. He tells you they’d talked about how things would go afterwards, the proposition of some kind of…situation or legitimate relationship between you and all of them.

It’s stressed that there’s no pressure, no true expectations of anything—the military’s funny that way sometimes; the expectation for anything to work out often squashed without realizing once it begins to grow. Soap becomes a little pouty when Gaz assures you they’ll all be okay if you decline round two of the bet, or if you ask them to just forget anything ever happened.

That’s when you ask if you can say your piece and you’re given the floor. You find it flattering, and jarring, that they’ve all had their eye on you for a while. You admit you can’t help but pay close attention to them as well. Sometimes you think you know their personalities, talents, and appearances better than your own. And you express that round two is something you desperately want to have happen. But, the prospect of a relationship of any kind between the five of you makes you twitchy despite the last twelve or so house of constant dreamy pondering.

You explain, not in too much detail, that your past relationships and dynamics haven’t been the healthiest. Each one adding a new boundary and expectation to an already long list. Anyone you get with in the hopes of something serious is quickly met with said list because you’ve learned to never assume that people will be good and faithful. You tell them that you’re willing to explore things with them if they’re amenable to be respectful of that list—and of course, you would be be respectful of their limits.

They hear you out when you tell them you’d want something closed, just the five of you. Everyone intertwined in various pairings if that’s what they wanted, but no outside people. Too complicated, too risky in some circumstances. No one throws a fit or even looks the least bit bothered by the boundary which settles your nausea significantly. Slow and steady is your next big point. You want to explore things with them as they come up naturally, be it kinks or troubles or life in general. Rushing to force an experience, you have found, cheapens it and leads to some form of relationship burnout that you don’t want to experience with them or have them experience with you.

It’s all quite formal, their agreeing to what you want and stating their own boundaries—no secrets, the relationship still exists but becomes second place when on a mission or otherwise at work, communication remains at the forefront of everything—which you’re happy to agree to. You’re half-tempted to get some pens and paper to really seal the deal, but you settle for pinking-promising with Soap which seems to be enough for the others.

Breakfast is through not long after, and you work with the guys to put away leftovers and clean up the kitchen. You get a kiss on the cheek or shoulder, a firm hand pressing your back whenever they pass by you. It makes your skin heat, your stomach and heart in some mild flux at the constant sweet attention that is all yours. They receive their own affections from you, a peck in return for a peck, a gentle lean into their side when their shoulders brush yours.

Soap mentions needing a change of clothes—toiletries, too—and the others echo him. They’d be gone for a while, base was a healthy distance from your home which is just how you like it, but you didn’t want to be alone while getting ready for round two. You ask if they can grab some of Price’s stuff to bring back while they’re on base so he can hand around to take part in the prep since he got so little time with you last night.

And that’s exactly what led to you trying to tune out the grating voices of sports casters while being prepped on the couch.

Price has been idly fingering you for the last hour while watching a rerun of a football game he missed during the last deployment. He slowly presses two of his thick fingers into your cunt, keeps them still for a moment or two before he crooks them and you tense around them. Then he pulls them most of the way out while spreading them bit by bit, only to push them back in.

Occasionally he’ll get a text, sometimes multiple at a time and you know it’s from the others because of the little text tones. Whatever they send him has his hips bucking, causing his hard cock to rub against your stomach for a bit of friction before he settles.

You want to bite him for being such a fucking tease but you can’t find much purchase to do so given that you’re draped over his lap and pinned there, face buried in one of your fluffy throw pillows that Soap teased you for owning. You also remember that it was you who asked him to stay behind to prep you and to do it his way.

The front door opens and you perk up to the best of your ability. You try to squirm a bit so you can go greet the others and find out what they’d been up to, but John’s hold on you tightens. He gives your bare ass a light slap, soothing over the spot as the faint burn of pain faded. The others come into view and you whine at them, but they don’t pay you any mind, leaving you to your fate with Price as they go to the bedroom, shopping bags and luggage in hand.

“I didn’t know they were going to the shop, too. What did they get?” you ask Price.

“You’ll find out when we’re ready for you to,” he says as he slowly presses a third finger into you. The stretch is bordering on uncomfortable. His free hands soothes your tensing back. “Three’s all we’ll do—that’s what we agreed on. Relax for me, pet.”

You huff, feigning annoyance while relaxing to the best of your ability. His three fingers are about as wide as your biggest toy. The same one that sits at the back of your nightstand drawer, used only when you have a fully uninterrupted day off, something you haven’t had in ages. It simply takes too long to prep yourself and when you’re ready, you’re too tired—annoyed, too, sometimes—to do more than cockwarm it for a while. It was also hit and miss if penetration did much for you.

Something thuds in the bedroom and you bang your head against the fluffy pillow. “If they break something up there—“

“Nothing’s broken, pet. Gaz probably tripped on Soap’s damn boots, or Ghost’s turned one of them into a pretzel for being annoying,” Price said.

Price gets a text and he pulls his fingers out of you slowly. He’s gentle as he grabs hold of you, a wall of muscle for you to lean on as the shaky muscles in your legs remember how to work. The bed’s been stripped down to the fitted sheet and mattress protector under it, a lone pillow is at the foot of the bed. Water bottles and a variety of snacks have been laid out on your desk, the lights dimmed and tower fan turned on to manage the temperature. Ghost hands you a lilac satin blindfold, a definite upgrade to the sleep mask he’s now tossing in the trash bin under your desk.

A quick refresher of the dos and don’ts and safe words are had before Ghost helps you lay the strip of fabric over your eyes and tie it in place. You casually drop that if the others want to toy around with you while you try to determine who’s fucking you, they should go for it.

Four sets of hands guide you onto the bed and put you on your knees, the pillow secure under your elbows. Belt buckles clank and fabric rustles, you hear whispers before a box is opened and foil is crinkled—condoms. Condoms had escaped your mind but not theirs, and you’re glad. Sure you’ve got an IUD that’s going to need replacing in a handful of months, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. None of you could afford the scare that came along with not using condoms.

The bed dips as one of them kneels behind you and you try not to flinch when a firm hands rests on your hip. You arch your back as his tip presses against your slit with the slightest bit of pressure. It’s when he slowly presses into you that you realize just how necessary Price’s three fingers were. The stretch makes you shudder and clench, your inner voice reminding you relax as he massages your hips.

You give him a quick thumbs up when you feel situated enough. His movements are slow at first, he pulls out halfway before guiding you back until your ass is flush with his hips. You feel unruly hairs scratch your cheeks and shake your head, knowing full well who it is: Soap. You may or may not have caught a few glimpses of his bush, at least the top bit, during the times he stretches his arms over his head after unbuckling his belt post-mission or training.

He reaches around and between your legs to toy with your poor clit that had been ignored by Price for a whole hour. You whine into the pillow as your body shudders with pleasure and your hips jerk to chase his teasing fingers, pulling you out of the steady pace that had been set. You hold off on saying his name because he’s at least trying to be a giving partner, but it stumbles from your lips when his pace gets faster and jostles you closer to the edge of the bed.

Per the rules of the bet, his turn is over. He slips out and carefully pulls you from the edge. You feel a little bad that he didn’t come, but then he groans softly across the room and you know he’s taking care of himself just fine. And probably sitting naked on your leather desk chair at that.

Someone gently turns you onto your back and settles between your legs, cool hands guiding them to hook around his hips. You’re given a bit of time to adjust to him before he’s leaning on his left forearm and thrusting into you firmly. There’s no way to identify him by his manscaping, or lack thereof, and he hasn’t started using his hands or making sounds, which quickly frustrates you.

Patience isn’t your main virtue, you’re learning.

You scrunch your nose and move your brows, trying to get the satin blindfold to shift so you can get a glimpse of something but you hear someone ‘tsk-tsk’. Then a hand slaps your cunt lightly—Price’s hand, it felt the same when he spanked your ass earlier. You writhe and moan as Price occasionally pats your clit while you’re getting fucked, the stimulation causing that dizzying tension in your belly to coil tighter and tighter.

Those thinner, longer fingers that tormented you last night ghost over your lips and you part them. You lay your tongue out flat and then lick the finger that prods at the pointed tip of your tongue. Your lips wrap around two of his fingers and suck lightly, moving your tongue against the undersides. The man doubles over, hips stuttering as he comes. He pulls his fingers free and you wipe the spit from your lips as you say his name—Gaz—softly. He presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away and hopping off the bed.

Either Price or Ghost take Gaz’s place quickly, resuming his pace to keep your arousal from dissipating. You’re hoisted up by four hands and you quickly wrap your arms around the man’s neck. He guides your hips to rock with his as he whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. Ghost lays you back down as you do what he asks and say his name. He wanted Price to have the final go, to have his fun and to make you come.

You latch onto Price like a leech when he hovers over you. That hour of prepping you taught him exactly what to do, where to press and when. As he pulls out, his thumb moves faster against your clit before slowing as he thrusts in, your back arching and body burning. Sweet praise comes at you from all sides, filling your brain with cotton as you try not to let go too quickly but when Price calls you their ‘sweet pet’, it’s all over. You’re coming around his cock, crying out brokenly as hands move across your body to limit the jerking of your limbs. For a moment everything’s quiet, then a heavy and hot weight is on top of you, panting in your ringing ears.

Price pushes off of you and helps you sit up against a bunch of pillows that are shoved under you. A water bottle is shoved in your face right as the blindfold comes off. You sip at it while you watch Soap, Gaz and Ghost bumble naked around the bedroom to find the wet wipes the apparently bought, and your backup sheets and mattress protector. Price is half holding you as he asks how you feel and if everything was done to your liking. You tell him you’re good but tired, and that it was quite enjoyable. You check in with them, as well, getting smiles along with affirmative answers.

The next thing you know, all four of them are filtering in and out of your shower, quickly washing up and helping you do the same before they tap in the next one. Dinner consists of five different pizzas, a shabby blanket fort in the living room, and a campy horror film that puts you to sleep across their laps halfway through it.

What if I put reader on leave with in an array of dildos and a new vibrator while the guys go on a mission…? I’m thinking some thoughts. Anyways, poor Soap. He hasn’t even come close to making reader come and it makes me so happy. He’s the character I love to be sadistic towards. Last time it was Ghost x Gaz who got her off, now it’s Price. He’ll get his turn eventually…

#cod smut #poly141 x reader #x f!reader #john price smut #simon ghost riley smut #kyle gaz garrick smut #john mactavish smut #cod fanfic #price smut #gaz smut #soap smut #ghost smut #honeysickledream #mars' writing #Who's Who Darling? AU

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maveras-posts · 6 months ago

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Being Arts ✨Significant Other✨

The Poll showed an overwhelming support for Art Headcanons so come get your juice ya simps. I never see much on our boi so…LETS CHANGE THAT—

The lovely Tags: @michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherholic @slasherfxcker @arttheclown-coveredinblood @slasherhaven @strange-and-unappealing @uhh-hi03 @kber2424 @local-caffeine @dem0nic-symph0ny-19 @midnightwritersblock

🤡Art the Clown Relationship Headcanons🖤:

FIRST— ATTITUDE 🙄🤌

Art is Pan and honestly could give two F’s about how you look

You intrigued him in some way

Most likely loved his act or giggled at him…

He is a slut for a strong willed person

At the end of the day he gets his way but breaking down a hard headed person gets him ✨OFF✨ (He is not afraid of the Goth Baddies)

Very protective and possessive (Smothering energy)

Won’t admit it but he needs reassurance you love him and won’t leave him

I mean if you tired he would mostly have you and anyone he blames ✨ReMovEd✨

Art mostly loves to make you laugh, even without speaking🤡

This man is mostly, if not ALWAYS in your personal space

What’s yours is ✨MINES✨

Touch is his major love language

Art is also one to pick someone smaller than him (Lil shit loves it because it makes him “useful”)

For the love of all HUMANITY—WATCH.HIM.AROUND.ANYTHING FLAMMABLE. Trust me…

Also don’t let him around duct tape he makes really cool stuff don’t get me wrong but he abuses the power of the tape😭

He shares all of his trash bag candy with you (YOU GOTTA BE VERY SPECIAL)

You will also be put before him or anyone else

GIFTS are also a must, cheap or expensive he’ll get it for you ✨BorrOWED✨ if ykyk

When he misses you sometimes he honks his horn😭

He’s gonna hurt or k!ll ANYONE who even inconveniences you, he is like oh so they cut you off let me cut them off (ART MY GOD NO—)

Contrary to belief he is actually very gentle with you, you’re like glass to him (He’s not this way with anything or anyone)

In the rankings he is definitely one of the top slashers to be s/o YES he can be toxic but once he loves you (in a sick way) he is not gonna leave your side and will try to make you happy😭✋

Hey Yall I hope you’re all well! I have begun my headcanons for our clown of the hour ART. As always suggestions and requests are open! I’m thinking of getting more into the smutty and NSFW Headcanons for the slashers, input would be most appreciated for this as always thanks for reading and I’ll spook ya later!

-Mavera

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hugemilkshake · 3 months ago

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Yandere Ancients x GN Reader

How would they react if their darling rejects them when they confess their love to darling?

Enjoy the milkshake! Yandere content. Nice 👍

How the ancients would react to rejection

-romantic-

!TW! Under the cut is stuff like obsessive behavior, inflicting harm on one’s self or others, delusional behavior, implied alcoholism, over protectiveness, bad coping mechanisms, kidnapping, messing with one’s sense of reality, denial and stalking

Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla takes it… well…?

He says he understands that you’re not ready for a relationship yet… odd thing to say when you get rejected but go off ig…

He’s actually pretty normal. To everyone around him.. but when he’s alone…

Your rejection eats at him from the inside out. He doesn’t understand why. He’s been really nice to you! Is it because he hasn’t spent enough time with you?!

Pure Vanilla concludes that he just needs to spend more time with you. But there’s one issue…

He’s unsure how to start up a conversation with you after your rejection…

That is until you get injured and go to him for help… Pure Vanilla gets… an idea…

What if.. he injured you so you’d see him more? Well he knows that sounds awful and it is but he won’t actually hurt you! Just kinda make things happen so you’d get injured? It’s complicated…

Pure Vanilla would never dream of doing anything to harm his darling! So he will just… incite the incident.

Maybe your floors are a bit too slippery and you break your wrist or you get a really bad cut from a loose nail.

Any of that could be treated to by you or someone else, but usually to ur injuries are a big more in the “in need of aid” side of stuff. Good thing Pure Vanilla is the best healer around!

After a while, Pure Vanilla teaches you how to do some basic healing stuff, like small cuts and minor burns.

This just leads to Pure Vanilla injuring himself so you can heal him… You ask why he can’t do it himself and he says he has to save energy.

Over all, you both are in a cycle of getting constantly hurt and healing each other…

Please see that this isn’t normal. It’s not safe for either of you and leave…

Hollyberry

Hollyberry is honestly shocked. I mean, she can give you a lavish lifestyle and you two seem like good friends, so your rejection was very shocking

Hollyberry starts to drink too much berry juice. It gets to the point that Wildberry or other family members to take the juice away from her

Once she goes somewhat back to normal, she probably is the best ancient to reject since she would rather have a friendship over nothing

But that doesn’t mean she won’t have over protective moments with you, like if Pitaya dragon comes around, she will either make sure you are no where close or right next to her.

And she might starts drinking again if her mental state gets particularly bad. All Hollyberry wanted was to feel your arms wrap around her in a loving embrace…

She will also send knights and sometimes her own family to check on you and make sure you’re happy, healthy and safe several times a day and will constantly ask to hang out with you

Like mentioned before this is when her mental state is particularly bad.

Hollyberry will try to impress you by doing some really impressive feats, she feels happy when your concern falls into relief and then praise.

She adores you more than you’ll ever know, but at least she can still have you in her life… even if it’s not the way she wanted…

Dark Cacao

Now, how Dark Cacao reacts to this depends on what point in time this rejection occurs

If it’s after Affogato is banished then you’re done for. But… if you reject him when Affogato is the advisor, you actually will notice this behavior

This is because Dark Cacao turns to his advisor for help. Now don’t get me wrong, Affogato is manipulative and cunning, but even he can see how odd this is. I mean the king is asking if he should kidnap you! How could that not be concerning?!

The advisor will tell the king to relax and he’ll sort everything out, he’ll get you to see reason

Affogato doesn’t do that.

Affogato tells you. This became his concern since you will most definitely get in the way of his goals… and that he’s never seen the king on the verge of doing something this brash before

So when Affogato tells you, it’s best to leave and pretend that you died because you’d be dodging a MASSIVE bullet.

But… if Affogato is not there… Dark Cacao will not take it lightly…

You’ll be threatened with banishment. It doesn’t matter if you take the banishment or not. You’re still getting locked away.

Now Dark Cacao will be nice to you, he still cares for you after all.

Honestly his whole behavior depends on how you are with him.

If you’re on the more cooperative side then you’ll definitely get more privileges rather than if you were uncooperative

You may lose a blanket or two when the nights are particularly cold and maybe less food. It’s not enough to harm you but it’s enough to make you uncomfortable

Dark Cacao is very careful with how he treats you since he doesn’t want to lose you like he lost his son…

You may have a somewhat good chance of convincing others to help you escape but most cookies are either fiercely loyal to the beloved king or are frightened by him…

Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese is quite angry. She has done so much for you and you reject her?! It’s unacceptable

Golden Cheese will try to play it off and will offer you come to her kingdom, but you can tell she’s pissed

It takes a while for her to convince you to follow her. When you do… it’s the worst thing that could happen…

Theres an open, unnamed sarcophagus. You turn around to why Golden Cheese showed you this… only to feel yourself be shoved in

Golden Cheese didn’t want to do this, but if you won’t accept her affection, she’ll make you.

She knows that her digital world can really fuck with someone’s reality. She also knows that it’s wrong to manipulate your reality but she really can’t bear to feel the pain of losing someone she cares for again.

In this digital world, you are made to believe that you love golden cheese, her behavior is normal and are treated like a god

Golden Cheese would want to you leave her digital world after a while but the fear of you hating her for the rest of eternity lays thick in her consciousness..

White Lily

Denial. That’s White Lilys reaction, she says that she understands but she’s just on autopilot. She doesn’t understand

She tried to wrack her brain for answers. The only answer she can come up with is that you didn’t like the person she was,

So her solution? Become a person you’d like.

White Lily stalks you to see what makes you smile, what makes your eyes light up or darken, WHO makes you feel joyous

Over time, White Lily will act like other people you like, she will even style her hair and wear different outfits just to get you to like her

You don’t notice her at first, until she starts to get overwhelming

You have to tell her or well, force her to stop. She won’t stop if you don’t.

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #golden cheese cookie #white lily cookie

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sugurus-fave-monkey · 11 months ago

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Valentine’s Day Special.

(First time attempting a banner hehe)

Valentine’s Day with JJK men.

Ft: Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo

WC Roughly 6000

TW/CW: Smut 18+/ MDNI. AFAB reader, Some fluff. Restraints. Blindfolds. Gags. Pet names, dirty talk, orgasms, drool. Oral (both f and m giving and receiving) , anal, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, begging, shower sex, playing with hair, teasing, masturbation, humour, kissing, fingering, orgasm denial (Gojo), choking, squirting, drool, cuddling, nipple play (f and m recieving and giving), blood(briefly mentioned w Choso),69ing.

NSFW ; under the cut

Toji Fushiguro:

Toji honestly doesn’t get the point of Valentine’s Day, sure he gets the romance aspect, but he doesn’t see the point in buying overpriced chocolates, flowers that will just die, or any of that other capitalist bullshit. He prefers to show his love for you himself.

While you’re at work Toji busies himself cooking a wonderful meal for the two of you to share, he gets all the extra housework done, and lights a couple candles for the ambience. He kicks back and enjoys a beer while he waits for you to come home. And it was all worth it.

When you open the door the smell of your favourite meal wafts into your nose, and you find yourself grinning stupidly. Toji greets you, planting a kiss on your forehead, before pulling your chair out for you. The two of you enjoy the meal together and just sit for a while and chat before you get up to take a shower, offering to meet Toji in the bedroom.

After you finish up in the shower, you slip on your robe and leave the bathroom. You don’t realize your boyfriend is behind you as he slips a blindfold over your eyes. You stumble, but Toji catches you, easily lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom, before lowering you onto the bed. Without a word he grasps your wrists in one of his hands, tying them together.

“You okay, mama?” Toji asks.

You nod your head, and Toji takes that as a sign to continue. He flips you onto your stomach and you feel something warm being poured on you. It feels good and you groan. Then Toji’s hands are on you, massaging you, breaking up the tension in your back. The sensuality of it all has you rubbing your thighs together.

“Gonna make you feel so good tonight.” Toji grins. “You okay if I gag you?”

“Yeah.” And you feel him slip the gag into your mouth and secure it.

Toji continues massaging you, all the way to your ass. He smacks it before massaging it, causing you to moan into your gag. He continues this for a while, before flipping you onto your back. With the blindfold on you can’t see anything.

Toji pours more of the warm massage oil onto your breasts. He starts by just massaging them, kneading them under his big hands but before long he’s fondling them. Circling your nipples with his thumbs, pinching them, before lowering his mouth to one. His tongue swipes over your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, nibbling on it while his thumb continues to circle your other nipple.

“Fuck I love these tits. They’re fuckin’ perfect.” Toji says, around your nipple.

Your moans are being covered by the gag, but your cheeks are grow in hot, and drool is leaking out the side of your gag.

Toji pulls away from your nipple, saliva dangling on his mouth before licking a trail down, he bites and sucks on your thighs before spreading them open and licking a stripe up your wetness.

Your hips buck upwards as you yearn for more stimulation, which Toji is more than happy to oblige. He pushes his index finger inside you, watching as he fucks you on his finger, before starting an assault on your clit. Toji eats you out like a man starved, slurping up your juices as though they were his last meal. While he’s tongue fucking you his thumb rubs your clit, and while he’s fingering you, he’s licking, sucking, nibbling on your clit.

When he adds a second finger you’re absolutely seeing stars.

“Mmmmmph!” You moan into your gag, as your thighs clamp shut around Toji’s face and your orgasm takes over you. Your wrists straining against their binds, tears spilling out your eyes as you clamp them shut, your brain empty save for the thoughts of pleasure.

Once your orgasm subsides, Toji flips you onto your stomach and pulls your ass upwards. You feel something cool being squeezed onto your tight hole, and you instinctively clench and groan.

“Shhh mama, it’s okay. ‘Member last time? It didn’t hurt, just gotta get you warmed up first.” Toji’s eyes are half lidded as he pulls a vibrator out of the dresser and puts it beside him.

He slowly slips a finger past your ring of muscles, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, talking you through it the whole time.

“That’s it. Such a good fucking girl for me.” Pushing further in. “That’s right just breathe and relax, you’re okay.” Fucking his finger in and out of you as his other hand toys with your clit. “You’re taking it so well mama.” Adding another finger, and a third until there’s barely any resistance. He pulls out his fingers, squeezing more lube on your ass, and coating his cock with some too. He turns the vibrator on and presses it against your clit.

Toji lines himself up, pushing the tip of his dick into you. His eyes roll back as he breaches that first layer of muscles, wanting to bottom out but he resists, not wanting to tear you. He slowly rocks his hips, letting you get used to the fill, biting on his lower lip to stop himself from just spearing you on his huge fucking cock.

It feels like your mind is slipping away from you, the vibrator on your clit, your ass being stuffed full. Fuck it felt so good, too fucking good. Your toes curl, and you find yourself rocking your hips, begging for more.

“What’s that? You want more?” You nod, and Toji finally removes your gag. “Tell me how bad you want it mama.”

“Toji nngh, please please fuck my ass, please fuckin’ slam into me. I need it daddy, fuck pleaaaasse.”

Toji smirks before driving himself into you, his balls hitting your cunt. You scream at the pain and pleasure.

“Fuck look at you, swallowing my cock with your ass, fuck.” Toji grunts as he pounds into you, his hips slamming into yours.

“G-gonna cum, daddy please can I cum please?” You babble.

“Already huh? Do it then, slut, cum.” And without warning he pushes the vibrator into you, filling up both your holes, stuffing you oh so full. You cum, both your holes clenching, and you squirt, soaking Toji with your juices.

“Mmm fuck. Such a good fuckin girl shit. M’gonna cum too, fill your tight little asshole up with my cum.” Toji groans as his thrusts go sloppy and he spurts ropes of his cum inside you. He’s panting as his dick twitches inside of you. Before he even pulls out he unties your wrists, and removes the blindfold. He plants a wet kiss on your forehead.

“I’m gonna run us a bath, stay here, I’ll bring you a warm towel n carry you. I love you princess.”

“I love you Toji.” You were exhausted and rightfully so, but you couldn’t help grinning to yourself. You really picked the perfect man to call your own.

Suguru Geto:

Geto likes Valentine’s Day because it’s just another reason to show his love for you. And Geto is just brimming with love for you. The dress you had been eyeing? Bought as a gift and skillfully hidden in the back of your shared closet. The kick ass boots you fell in love with but balked at the price tag? He bought them without missing a beat. He also bought almost every variation of Valentine’s candies, chocolates and he carefully selected a plushie of your favourite animal just for you.

He absolutely made sure that there was no way he would be assigned a mission today as he planned to spoil you from the moment you woke up. And spoil you he did, he woke up about an hour before you to prepare your favourite breakfast for you, the smell waking you up.

After that the two of you headed to the aquarium, to observe the marine life, Suguru providing facts about the various fish. Next stop was a cute little pond where the two of you sat and fed ducks. And finally dinner. The two of you had decided to just grab fast food and ate at the restaurant.

Once the two of you arrived home, Geto pulled your presents out of the closet, and the look on your face told him he did a good job.

“Okay now it’s my turn.” You say before darting out of the room for a moment.

Suguru stands there, puzzled for a moment.

“Sugu, can you come to the bathroom?” You call.

Geto makes his way to the bathroom, scratching his head while he does so. When he opens the door, steam escapes. The sizeable shower with multiple heads is running, spa music is playing, and smack dab in the center of the shower is a chair?

“Uh?” Suguru questions, finally noticing you standing there, clad only in a robe.

“Listen I know you said I didn’t have to get you anything, but I wanted to do something for you. So I figured I could wash your hair for you? I know how much you love when I play with your hair, but you’re too tall for me to do it while you stand.” You say while smiling.

Suguru chuckles before stripping out of his clothes and taking a seat in the shower. You remove your robe and join him, planting soft kisses on his face before your fingers untie his bun.

Suguru’s hair splays over his shoulders while you adjust the shower heads so both of you are being hit with warm water, and you grab another shower head, and use it to wet Suguru’s hair.

“Tip your head back.” You say, and Suguru complies.

You squeeze a bit of the ginger shampoo you picked up on your hands, and start massaging it into Suguru’s scalp. After it’s lathered up a bit, you grab the scalp massager you bought and start to pamper your boyfriend.

“Mmm. That feels so good, my love.” Suguru’s eyes are closed, and his lips are curled upwards as he relaxes with the massage. He’s practically in heaven, your body pressed against his back, the sensations, the smells. He could die right now and he would be happy.

You rinse the shampoo out and wash his hair a second time, opting to just use your hands to massage his scalp. You can’t help but to notice the way his breath hitches, and the blush spreading over his cheeks. Once the second shampoo is rinsed, you apply a grapefruit conditioner through the mids and ends of his hair, using a wet comb to brush it through.

While the conditioner sits, you move so you’re in front of Geto, bending down slightly. You pull him into a kiss, and his tongue finds its way into your mouth. You moan and his lips swallow it. You’ve felt aroused since you sat him down and from the way his hands wrap around your neck, bringing you closer, it’s obvious he’s feeling the same way.

You bite down on his lip before pulling away with a smirk.

“Lemme rinse this out first.” And you do, making sure that no residue is left in his hair. “Stand up.”

Suguru stands, and you take his place on the chair. You rub your hands over his body, noting how he twitches when your fingers trail over certain spots, how his dick hardens even further. You trail your hands up from his thighs, ghosting your fingers over his length, before swirling your thumb on his tip, causing him to hiss. You pump him with your hand a few times, before your lips kiss his tip.

You lick him up and down, teasing him, wrapping your lips around his head, swirling your tongue over it, before pulling away again.

“Nnngh, fuck. Stop bein’ a tease.” Geto groans, while wrapping your hair around his fingers.

“Tell me what you want Sugu.” You purr.

“Fuck. Want you to take me down your throat, please.”

Suguru gasps as you finally take more of his length in your mouth, sucking on him like he was the sweetest of candies. He’s way too big to be able to throat right away, so you have to warm up to it. Taking him a little deeper each time, preparing to push him past your uvula, and into your throat.

When you finally manage to swallow him you look up at him through your eyelashes, before nodding, and Suguru takes charge. He holds your head steady as he slowly ruts his hips, pulling out a bit whenever you gag, pushing back in a little harder each time.

“Fuck I love it when you let me fuck your face.” Geto pants. “Touch yourself for me, love.”

And so you do, your hand shooting down and finding your clit. You moan around Suguru’s length as you rub circles into the nub. Your fingers dipping into your wetness, even though you knew they weren’t enough.

Suguru groans as he watches you play with yourself while he fucks into your throat. He pulls out to allow you to breathe before burying himself fully in your throat, his balls hitting your chin. He keeps a steady pace, pulling all the way out before thrusting all the way back in. He can feel his release approaching but he wants to make sure you cum too.

He pulls out, then pulls you upright, lifting you up by your thighs, pressing you into the wall. He lines himself up before pushing into you with a wet squelch. He uses his hand to support you while his other one snakes around your waist, before finding your clit.

Everything has you dizzy, the angle you’re being fucked in, Geto’s rapid pace on your clit, the hot water.

“Oh fuck oh god, S-Sugu, M’so close.” You moan out.

“Yeah? Then let it out babe, cum all over me.”

And his words send you reeling. Your orgasm washing over you as Suguru only thrusts faster, keeping you sandwiched between himself and the shower wall. The pleasure is overwhelming, and your muscles feel like jelly causing your body to go limp.

“Mmm fuck babe the way you’re clenching around me. Fuck. Gonna cum inside. Fuck. Gonna put a baby into you, fucking breed you.” Geto’s balls twitch as he releases his seed into you, and you swear you can feel it hit your womb. He continues thrusting into you, forcing his sperm even further inside until his dick softens and he pulls out with a pop.

Geto helps you stabilize yourself, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close before finding body wash and a sponge. He slowly washes your body for you before also washing himself. He turns off the shower and wraps you in a towel, before drying himself off.

You feel yourself growing sleepy as Geto picks you up and carries you into bed, planting a kiss on your forehead. You manage to mumble a quick “ I love you.” Before you succumb to sleep.

Suguru doesn’t understand how he’s so lucky. He gets out of bed and silently makes his way to the wall safe, ensuring that his final present is still there. The diamond encrusted engagement ring sparkles even in the dimly lit room. He’d just have to propose tomorrow.

Satoru Gojo:

Gojo goes absolutely B O N K E R S for any sort of novelty holiday, and Valentine’s Day is no exception. He literally “flew out” just to get you some of the finer things in life. Red bottoms, Versace, Gucci, you name a designer, and it was on your Valentine’s list that he created in his head. He bought you a ton of lingerie, and silky robes to cover them. But he knows you also love comfort so he got you comfy, practical gifts as well; track suits, lounging outfits, cozy slippers.

He’s also sent you out to get whatever you want done, nails, lashes, hair, anything you desire.

Gojo also paid Ijichi a handsome fee to drive you around to all of these luxuries, so you spent your time in the car chatting with him, and while you were getting pampered he stayed alert, though he very much doubted that anything would happen. Still, you were the strongest sorcerers’ girlfriend so he stayed vigilant.

After your final stop of the day, Ijichi drove you back home, so you could change into the attire Gojo hand picked for you. When you opened the box, your eyes sparkled almost as much as the dress in the box. Of course there was a matching set of lingerie, and a pair of strappy heels, but the dress, wow.

It was your favourite colour, a plunging neckline adorned with jewels, and the material was so soft. You change, admiring the lingerie, and loving how the dress hugs your every curve. You didn’t even want to think of how much this could have cost. When you get back in the car, Ijichi wears the faintest of smiles, and compliments the dress.

Upon arrival to the restaurant Ijichi escorts you inside, before the hostess brings you to your table. Of course Gojo is already there, and he looks divine. He’s ditched the blindfold, and he’s dressed in a dark red suit, contrasting his bright white hair. You sit opposite him.

“Don’t you look beautiful? Whoever picked that outfit definitely has an eye for fashion.” Gojo teases.

You giggle. “Yeah they really must. Maybe I should go date them instead?”

Gojo lets out an elaborate gasp. “You wouldn’t.” And he smirks at you.

The two of you fall into easy conversation as you enjoy your meals, washing it down with sparkling water, as neither of you enjoy alcohol. As always your boyfriend has you cracking up, drawing the attention of other people around you, as they smile towards you. Gojo wasn’t afraid to stand out in a crowd, and you definitely loved it.

During the drive home Gojo kept trying to banter with Ijichi, but the poor assistant manager was too tired to deal with it tonight. Before getting out of the car Gojo tousles Ijichi’s hair, much to his chagrin. Gojo holds your hand as the two of you walk the short distance from the driveway to your residence.

When you get inside, you take your heels off, before plopping down on the couch, glad to finally be home.

“Our date night’s not done yet.” Gojo says.

You cock your head, as he connects his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and puts on a slow song.

“No way.” You laugh. “You can dance?”

“Nope. But I want to. C’mon, dance with me.” Gojo pouts while pulling you up to your feet.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and his wrap around your waist, before the two of you start slow dancing together, slightly clunky at first, but eventually finding your groove.

“I feel like I’m at a high school dance.” You giggle.

“That’s kinda what I wanted to do. I never got that experience.” Gojo remarks.

Of course not. He wasn’t scouted like you were, from birth all he knew was the Jujutsu World. You smile as you rest your cheek against his chest, hearing his heartbeat in your ear.

When the song ends, the next one to play is a trap hip hop song, and you pull your head away, cocking an eyebrow.

“You wanna try dancing to this one too?” You ask with a smirk.

“Nah, but there’s something else I wanna do.” Gojo says before pulling you into a kiss. Your lips part and his tongue explores your mouth. He lifts you with ease, your legs wrapping around him as he carries you into your shared bedroom. The LED lights are set to red, and you can still hear the music. He sets you down on the bed, his fingers finding the zipper of your dress, which is off you in a flash.

Gojo takes off his suit, leaving him in his boxers, and when you see which pair he’s wearing you can’t help but laughing.

“The heart ones? Oh my god, Satoru!”

“What? It’s Valentine’s Day!” Gojo shrugs. “God I knew that set would suit you.”

Gojo lies on his back, pulling you on top of him, before ravishing your lips with kisses again. You can feel his cock under your clothed cunt, so you decide to grind on it. You pull away and trail kisses onto his neck, making sure you suck just the right spot. Gojo groans under you, before flipping you over so he was on top of you.

You gasp as his tongue finds your earlobe, and he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth nibbling on it. The sensation sends chills down your spine, causing you to arch your back, and grab a fistful of his hair.

“Ya like that?” Gojo whispers into your ear, making you shudder. While his lips are still attached to your ear, his hands run over your body, making you twitch. Gojo pulls away, before swiping a finger over your cunt, earning a moan from you.

“So needy aren’t ya?” Gojo smirks, his fingers ever so slightly ghosting over your wetness. “What do you need princess?”

“N-need you to touch me. P-please.” You beg, already worked up.

“If you insist,” and he’s tearing off the panties, before spreading your folds. Swirling a finger on the outside, collecting your slick on his fingers, before brushing over your clit, watching your face the entire time. He loves to see the way your muscles contract, the way your breath grows rapid, the way your lips twitch. He continues teasing you, all the while his own arousal grows hard.

“Fuck, Satoruuu- please.” You whisper. “Need more.”

“What was that princess? I can’t quite hear you.” You can hear the smirk on his voice.

“Satoru, please, I need more!” You raise your voice.

And finally, he gives you more. Pushing two of his lithe fingers inside curling them up to hit your G spot. He presses his other hand on your belly, feeling his own fingers inside you. Pumping in and out at a rapid pace, watching as you suck him in. Bringing the hand that was on your belly down to rub your clit. Your juices running down, coating his hand. Your moans filling the room, as lust covers your eyes.

“Oh fuck oh fuck, I’m close.” You moan. And you almost scream when he pulls his hands away. “Wh-why?!” Your eyes are filled with tears, so close to your release that was ripped away from you.

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock.” Gojo finally frees his erection from the confines of his boxers, and it slaps him in the stomach. “Think you can take it all right away?”

You nod quickly, you need him so bad, you need to cum all over him.

Gojo pushes into you, pushing past the slight resistance, causing you to dig your nails into his back, and grit your teeth.

“F-fuck. Good girl.” Gojo breathes as your walls swallow him. He’s nestled so deep inside you, and it feels like heaven. He starts to thrust, slowly. His thumb coming to circle your clit, his other holding onto the headboard to support himself. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-yes. M’close again.” You moan, looking up at your boyfriend. His hair falls over his eyes, his cheeks are flushed, a slight sheen of sweat coats his body, he’s biting his lower lip. And his eyes, god those beautiful eyes are just locked on yours. “Ohhhfuck”

The coil snaps inside you, and as you start to cum, Gojo brings the hand that was on the headboard to your throat, squeezing it just enough to have your vision blur. Your back arches off the mattress, absolute bliss shoots through your veins. Tears spill out of your eyes as you nearly scream from the pleasure.

Gojo fucks you through it, absolutely pounding into you, his thumb moving even more rapidly. You think he’s going to stop when you stop twitching, but he doesn’t let up.

“Nngh, too much too much.” You whine, your nails burrowed in his back.

“Thought you needed it? I gotta give my princess what she wants.” Gojo croons.

“N-no, feels weird, ‘Toru please.” You protest.

“Ah ah. It’s okay, let it happen.” Gojo reassures you. “Y’just gonna squirt.”

“Nononono oh! Ahhh! Shitfuck ohmygod!” The pleasure is like nothing you ever felt before. Your cunt absolutely gushes, your walls clenching down as your juices spray all over your boyfriend. You’re drooling, babbling, you’re just a cock sleeve at this point. Any sense of coherence, gone.

Watching you squirt was the cherry on the cake for Gojo. He feels the muscles in his abs tighten up, his balls clench, and he grunts. His fucks into you like a jackhammer, crying out as he pumps his load into your cunt. You milk him for every single drop, and he shudders as he pulls out of you.

Your senses are returning to you, as Gojo lies down on the bed beside you. He runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing something out of the nightstand.

“Wanna candy?” He offers the heart shaped box to you.

You laugh as you take one, popping it into your mouth, and rolling back onto your side. Gojo pulls your body against his, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the back of your head.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” Gojo whispers, and the two of you fall into a slumber together.

Choso Kamo:

Choso has no clue what Valentine’s Day even is. Yuji had to explain it to him, and took Choso shopping to pick out your gifts. Together they picked out one of those blanket hoodies, some sheet face masks, a plushie holding a heart, some valentines treats, and some snacks. Yuji had suggested that you two order food in and watch a movie, and he would go crash at Megumi’s place, to ensure the two of you got to enjoy your time together. Yuji was also the one to set everything up, even though you and Choso were dating, he still didn’t quite grasp it. Yuji told both of you to just dress casual.

On the day of, Choso wore a band tee, and grey sweats. After showering and putting on a bit of cologne, he styled his hair into his usual buns. He had your gifts in a little basket, and he played a game on his phone while he waited for you to arrive. He started feeling a sense of nervousness, so he texted Yuji.

-What if she hates it? Like what if she thinks it’s stupid?

Choso bounced his knee absentmindedly while he waited for Yuji to reply. His phone pinged, and he read the text quickly.

—Relax. She’s the one who suggested all this.

And right on cue, Choso hears a knock on the door. He inhales and exhales deeply, rising to his feet. He rubs his palms on his sweats before opening the door. And you’re there, also in sweats and a band tee.

“Choso!” You squeal, before jumping on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist before kissing him.

Choso’s eyes widen as he catches you, planting his feet down and wrapping his arms under your butt. He kisses you back before you pull away, and squirm out of his arms, grabbing a red gift bag that was on the floor.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Cho!” You say sweetly, while walking into the apartment, kicking your shoes off.

Choso closes the door behind you with a grin, absolutely relieved.

“Thanks baby.” Choso kisses your forehead.

“Should we open each others gifts?” You ask excitedly, before flipping down on the couch.

“Yeah, okay.” Choso rubs his hand on the back of his head before sitting next to you, sliding the basket between his feet. “Wanna open yours first?”

“Yessss!” You pull the basket on the couch, your feet kicking with excitement. You gasp when you see the presents, instantly pulling the hoodie over your head and snuggling your plush. You smirk when you pull out the face masks, immediately opening two of them, one for you, one for Cho.

You smooth the sheet over his face, delicately, massaging his face lightly with your fingers, before applying your own. You pull out your phone, wrapping an arm around your boyfriend and taking a selfie, before taking a pic of just him, and setting it as his contact photo.

“Ahhh! Cute! You look so adorable Cho!” You gush, showing him the picture.

“I look like I have a piece of ham on my face.” Choso deadpans, causing you to laugh hysterically.

“Okay! Your turn!” You thrust the bag into his hands.

He opens it, pulling out a matching blanket hoodie, and matching plush.

“We got each other the same things?” Choso questions.

“Yuji went shopping with me. Helped me pick ‘em out. If you don’t like them I can return them.” You offer.

“No!” Choso pulls the hoodie on and beams at you through the face mask. “It’s perfect. I can cuddle up with this little thing while you’re not here.” Choso grabs the plush. “And I think matching hoodies are awesome.”

You’re so happy! You knew Yuji was planning something with the gifts, but you didn’t exactly know what.

“Good! Let’s take these off.” You pull off your mask, before pulling Choso’s off as well. “Hmm. You’re supposed to rub the rest in.”

And your hands glide over his face, rubbing the essence into his skin. Choso closes his eyes, and suddenly you’re on his lap, trailing your fingers to his temples, massaging them. Choso lets out a soft sigh, as his hands trail up your thighs, before squeezing your ass.

You giggle as you lean in, peppering his face with kisses, down from his temple to his jaw, eventually settling on his collarbone. You trail your tongue down the bone, before slipping your hands under his shirt and pulling it over his head. Knowing you’ll get too hot, you pull off the hoodie, your shirt coming off in the process. You opted not to wear a bra, so both of you were topless.

Before you can do anything else, Choso wraps his arms around you, putting the two of you skin to skin. He runs his fingers through your hair, sighing contentedly, while his other hand traces shapes on your back. You can feel him growing hard under you, but decide to stay here for a moment. Loving the comfort that washes over you, how safe you feel wrapped in Choso’s big strong arms.

Choso’s hand trails over your ass, rubbing it, creating friction between you. You prop yourself up with an arm, returning to kissing his body, licking down to his pecs before swirling your tongue over his nipple.

Choso’s breath hitches in his throat at the sensation, his fist clenching in your hair. You suckle his nipple, toying the other one with your fingers, absolutely loving the sounds coming from your boyfriend. His breath coming rapidly, little whines escaping his throat. His hips twitch upward, his dick rubbing against your clothed ,albeit dripping cunt.

“Shit, babe. Want you so bad.” Choso groans, eyes hazy with lust.

You pull away from his nipple, saliva dripping from your tongue, before sticking your tongue in his mouth. He eagerly sucks on it, drool spilling out the side of his mouth, before biting down, causing your tongue to bleed. He moans as your blood spills into his mouth, wrapping his lips around your tongue, trying to swallow as much of your blood as he can.

When you break the kiss, Choso is panting, blush kissing his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed. You slide off him, onto your knees before grabbing his hard cock over his pants and rubbing it up and down.

“Please.” Choso whines. Looking down at you, at how absolutely fucking cute you are. He wants to ruin the make up your wearing, have your mascara streaming down your cheeks, but he also wants to be yours to command, forced to beg.

You pull his sweats down slowly. His cock springs up. It’s pale, and the tip is a nice pink, same colour as the blush on his cheeks. You trail a nail over a vein, causing him to shudder, before sticking out your tongue and oh so gently swiping it over the tip. Both of Choso’s hands are now tangled in your hair, and he wants to just yank you down on him.

You look up through your lashes at him, batting them before finally opening your mouth and taking him inside of it.

“Grnk.” Choso grits his teeth, as his eyes roll back. Your mouth is extra wet, as you allow saliva to drip out of it, using it as lube while you jerk him off. Your tongue circling his head, his hips thrusting lightly, begging you to swallow all of him.

You pull away to get a breather, but Choso lifts you up, easily manhandling you, so your cunt is above his face, and you’re still able to suck his cock. His big hand slaps your ass, before pushing you down onto his eager mouth.

“Nnnn Cho so good.” You moan. You had planned to just take care of him for once, because he was always spoiling you in bed. However you didn’t quite mind the change of plans, as his tongue fucked in and out of your mouth.

You wrap your mouth around him once again, bobbing your head up and down while lightly squeezing his balls with your hand. It’s hard to focus while Choso’s tongue waged war against your heat. He knew exactly how to send you into overdrive. You moan around him, the vibrations making him twitch as he thrusts himself deeper into your throat.

Everytime you gag, he responds by swirling his tongue faster over your clit. You’re honestly seeing stars at this point, doing your best to keep suction around his cock.

Choso doesn’t mind. He is a master at multitasking, rutting his hips upwards. His fingers finally teasing at your folds before sinking in, scissoring inside of you, hitting your g-spot, as he sucks your clit into his mouth. You can’t help but to grind against him.

Choso can feel himself reaching his peak, but he doesn’t want to waste his load by putting it in your mouth. Again, he pulls you off him, positioning you so your knees are on the couch, stomach and tits pressed against it, and your arms draped over the top.

He pushes into you, stretching you out deliciously. His hand snaking past your waist, finding your clit, making you whimper, as he thrusts sloppily into you.

“Fuck babe, you’re squeezing me so good, wanna make you cum, fuck. Pleasepleaseplease cum on me.” Choso groans, whining with every thrust. He pinches your clit between your fingers.

“Agh! Cho! Mmmmcummming.” You mewl, as your body becomes boneless, small sobs coming from your throat. Drool pooling out of your mouth, while your eyes roll back in your head before fluttering closed. Your cunt clenches down on Choso, spasming as you ride out your orgasm.

Choso presses his chest against your back, burying his head in your neck as his balls twitch, and he shoots his seed into you.

“Fuckfuckfuck. You’re so perfect ohmygod. All of this cum just for you. Fuck you’re getting all of it.” Choso is babbling, just stringing words together. His mouth open in an O as chills shoot through his body after cumming so hard.

When he pulls out he scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, and pulling out a towel. He turns to leave before you stop him.

“Not gonna join me?” You tease.

“Yeah I will, I just totally forgot to order the food.” Choso half smiles.

After ordering the food he joins you in the shower, pulling your body snug against his. Afterwards the two of you dry off and put on your hoodies. You eat dinner while watching the movie and eventually drift off to sleep wrapped in each others’ arms.

Choso knows he’s gotta thank Yuji, because today was a day he would cherish forever.

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a/n: I don’t remember where I got this template from so if it is yours please comment and I will 100% give credit!!

NSFW Alphabet w/ Sevika

A = Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

This would entirely depend on your relationship with Sevika. If you're in a committed relationship she will clean you up and immediately initiate cuddling, typically you being the little spoon or her laying on your chest. If the two of you are just FWB or it's just a one night stand she will still help you clean up but will expect you to leave after.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of their partner and themselves)

Honestly Sevika loves your thighs, she would die happy between them. On herself though she would probably say her mechanical arm.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Sevika loves to have her face rode and with that being said i very much think she would love to drown in her partners juices.

D = Dirty Secret

She would only admit this to a partner she's been with for a while but she really enjoys sucking off her partners strap. She also very much likes to be tied up

E = Experience

She’s a regular at a brothel, come on now, our girl fucks. She's very experienced. Though she is more experienced at topping rather than bottoming. She thinks (for herself) that bottoming is a very vulnerable position and will only bottom when she gets comfortable with you. So, yes she is experienced but she also will need guided in some things

F = Favorite Position

She LOVES when you sit on her face and ride it. She also loves doggy style when shes using her strap

G = Goofy (do they joke around or are they serious)

Majority of the time sex is a very serious thing for her. If you've been in a relationship with her for a while she will randomly crack jokes in bed or laugh when you do.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

She does not give a single fuck. When she was younger she would trim but now she doesn't care

I = Intimacy (are they romantic)

Sevika can be romantic if you are her partner, if not, it's just a means to an end

J = Jack Off (do they masturbate)

Sevika doesn't really have a problem finding someone to satisfy her needs if she is single. If shes in a relationship she’ll just ask you

K = Kink (do they have any, if so what)

Sevika has a list of kinks. A few of her main ones are: breeding, bdsm, sadism, rigging, primal play, and breath play

L = Location

Sevika is simple. She likes anything within the comfort of a closed off room

M = Motivation

If you wear any of her clothes, that is her biggest motivation

N = No

Sevika respects you, she will never do anything to actually harm you or that you don't want

O = Oral (do they prefer receiving or giving)

Sevika LOVES giving but she will never turn down you wanting to do it to her

P = Pace (are they fast or slow, rough or sensual)

Sevika is good at reading the room, though she does prefer fast and rough she would NEVER turn down the opportunity to go slow and sensual with you

Q = Quickie

Sevika is a whore for a quickie. She loves them. She’s constantly asking for them

R = Risk (are they willing to experiment)

Sevika will try whatever you bring up as long as it doesn't affect her job

S = Stamina (how long can they go for)

Depending on how draining her day at work was or if she had shimmer that day you could get one round or four

T = Toys (do they own any, do they use them)

Sevika has a large collection. She prides herself on it. She has used a few on herself but she prefers to use them on you or have you use them on her

U = Unfair (do they tease)

This woman is the biggest tease, she will constantly have you begging for her to just touch you already

V = Volume (how loud are they)

Sevika is a growler and grunter, but if you can make her cum more than once she will start to get whiny and soft moans will escape

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

Sevika likes to just rest her hand in your pants and like cup your pussy, like it's not even sexual for her and she won't even be trying to tease, she just wants to warm her hand and be close to you and she finds it very comforting

X = X-Ray (what's going on under the clothes)

Sevika, as we know, is rather fit. Her chest size is somewhere around a B-C cup

Y = Yearning (how high is their drive)

Sevika is constantly asking for sex

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep)

Sevika is pretty good at staying up until you fall asleep but sometimes she is just exhausted and literally just passes out but not before giving you a goodnight kiss

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s0urw00lf · 6 months ago

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‘Till you come back home

Part one

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: you and dean confess some hidden feelings for each other

Warnings: angst? Fluff, love

AN: i don't know how i feel about this, it was my second try at it but i like it better than the last so i hope you enjoy

Somehow you’d managed to think yourself back to sleep, thankfully this time when you woke up Dean wasn’t what occupied your mind, it was the smell of blueberry pancakes in the air, which just so happened to be your favorite breakfast meal. You smiled, happy that Bobby still cared to remember something you’d scolded him into remembering when you were six years old. You quickly hopped out of bed, got dressed, and brushed your teeth.

As you descended the stairs the smell was more pleasant, causing your stomach to growl right as you hit the last step. “Someone’s hungry” Bobby joked as he stepped out of the kitchen. You laughed “Yeah, food kinda slipped my mind yesterday,” you said accidentally letting a frown overtake your features.

There was a tense silence as you both searched for something to say. “Breakfast is on the counter, and there’s orange juice in the refrigerator. Help yourself” he said, pointing back at the kitchen. “Thank you Bobby” you smiled, walking past him and into the kitchen. You heard him mumble something under his breath, something like ‘you won’t be saying that in twenty minutes’ or something. This caused your brows to furrow as you thought about it. ‘What the hell was he talking about?’ You thought.

You ate in silence, thankful that Bobby had some work to take care of with one of his old cars so you could be alone with your thoughts. The silence didn’t last long, soon enough you heard the all too familiar rumble of the Impala getting closer and closer. ‘Bobby you asshole’ you thought slamming your utensil on the table, you went to the fridge grabbed a beer, and hurried out back. You knew what was coming and you’d do just about anything to prolong that conversation with the both of them.

About five minutes passed before you heard the door open behind you. The heavy footsteps indicated it was Sam, he sat down beside you looking forward with his elbows resting in his knees. “Nice to see your okay” he said looking at you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, already knowing the expression that occupied his face so you looked down at the beer in your hands “I’m sorry Sammy, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision and I didn’t think about it” you tried to explain yourself. Sam shook his head “Don’t apologize for choosing yourself. Honestly I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner” he said, this made your head snap toward him “What? What are you talking about” you asked confused.

Sam laughed “C’mon y/n/n anyone with eyes can see how head over heels you are for him, well except him I guess” he scoffed as if it was common knowledge. You laughed, not for a second believing the words coming out of his mouth “Yeah right Sam, you don’t have to lie” you said, even though the thought made your heart soar, you had to be realistic, and realistically he probably only sees you as his best friend.

Sam couldn’t instant how you didn’t see know knee deep in love with you Dean is. It’s so obvious, and for you to have grown up with him and Dean, you were either blind or didn’t know Dean as much as he thought and he doubted it was the latter. Sam sighed, “Well I’m gonna go see Bobby, it’s good to see you okay.” He said standing up. You nodded, watching as he walked away.

You knew you and Dean seeded to talk but you weren’t sure if you were gonna have to go to him or if he was gonna come to you. About twenty minutes passed before you heard the door open again. This time you swear your heart stopped, your whole body tensed as his footsteps stopped right beside you, taking the same spot Sam occupied not even thirty minutes ago.

“Why didn’t you say anything,” Dean asked getting right to it. You took a deep inhale, “because if I had I knew you would’ve been able to talk me out of it” you answered, keeping your eyes trained on the beer in your hands. Dean had this way of controlling his expressions when he was upset, and you were almost one hundred percent sure that’s what he was doing right now. Dean shook his head, “not if you had a good reason for it” he stated, his squinted eyes trailing along the horizon.

You turned your head to look at him, his face was hardened and your heart sank for the second time, that was the face he made when he was hurt and trying to suppress it. Tears formed in your eyes, “I’m sorry Dean, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You said, his face stayed blank but you could see the calculating look in his eyes. “It wasn’t well thought out I just had to get away for a while” you continued.

“Were you gonna come back” he asked after a moment of silence. You paused thinking, “I don’t know, I didn’t think about it to be honest” you shrugged. You could feel anxiety bubbling in your stomach, you knew he was gonna ask you and you weren’t sure you’d be able to admit it.

“The whole drive here I tried to figure out, and understand why you’d leave. But I’m gonna be honest with you I got nothing” he shook his head, averting his eyes to you, the intensity of his gaze made you want to melt into the ground. “You gotta give me something y/n, I mean I’m working off crumbs here.” He said, a knot grew in your throat keeping you from saying anything. “Why’d you leave?” He finally asked.

You sat down your beer before standing up. You put a hand to your forehead, you started to feel sick and the heat was not helping. You tried to think of the best way to go about this. “I left… because I couldn’t watch you sleep around anymore,” you said. Dean's brows furrowed as he looked up at you from his sat position. “When we were seventeen, I started to grow this feeling. That I hated, I didn’t know what it was but it was because of you. Every time you told me about your new girl after moving schools, every girlfriend, every one-night stand. I hated it, the feeling like my heart had been crushed. Every time.” You said, Dean stood up grabbing your hand “y/n-“ “No I’m not done” you cut him off and stunned him into silence.

“I thought it would go away but it didn’t, and then I tried to show you but you wouldn’t take the hint, somehow I was able to accept it, but something shifted in me after John died.” Tears were now rolling down your face “It’s like a punch in the gut every time you give yourself to a woman.” You paused contemplating if you wanted to say the words that lingered at the tip of your tongue. “Dean Winchester I am so helplessly in love with you, your stupid smile and pretty eyes, and god those freckles, and I don’t know if I can try to deny it anymore” you admitted.

Dean didn’t waste any time, he grabbed your face wiping those tears running down your face “Well that just makes this a hell of a lot easier” he said before he connected his lips to yours. You and Dean moved in perfect sync, as if you’d done it a million times before, you felt as if your legs went weak and if Dean wasn’t holding you by your hips you were sure you would’ve crumbled to the ground. Your heart felt like it was beating against your chest. You were almost sure he could hear it.

Dean was the first to pull away. "Damn it woman you have no idea what you do to me" he breathed out while keeping you close and right then and there you swore you could've died a happy woman. "God I love you, never thought I deserved you" he confessed, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it before. “That’s a relief, imagine how embarrassing it’d be if I just confessed my love for you and you didn’t feel the same way” you joked. Dean shook his head “That would’ve never happened I’ve been in love with you since we were 15” he confessed

You scrunched your face “Wow, way to one-up me huh” you said. There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you two, you wrapped your arms around Dean's neck and brought him in for another kiss that was just as passionate as the last one. The two of you separated when you heard a claps coming from behind you, Jean rolled his eyes looking over your shoulder causing you to turn around. “Gotta say it’s about time, you two have been pining over each other for over a decade now” sam teased. You groaned “Sam you asshole go away” you said. The younger Winchester laughed walking closer ,to the two of you and brung you in for a hug. “No but seriously I’m really happy for you two” he said “and maybe next time I tell you something you should listen” he joked, and you pushed him away “I was gonna take back that asshole comment but now I don’t think I will, should I?” You asked turning to Dean who wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He pretended to think before shaking his “nope” he said making all three of you laugh. “C’mon help me pack” you said holding your hand out for him “i wanna go home”. Even though you don’t have any permanent residency, anywhere your two boys were was as close to home as you could get.

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