#how are my fucking Sweetie Peas

[gooboogy]

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EXCUSE ME ?

[sixteenstrikes]

karlach wyll lae triad.. yes

[theshadow-inthelight]

I think I see getting physically close to people as some sort of like. Intimacy. Of course,it is. But like. I love getting really upset and close to the things I love.

I like looking my dogs in the eye and kissing their head. I like smelling my cats forehead and letting her inspect my teeth. I like getting really close to my partners face to the point we can't see each other's features anymore.

It's like this:

[tender-rosiey]

slip up — gojo satoru x f!reader

satoru is a good dad, a great one even, but every great dad has a great slip up.

your husband’s happened when he was preparing a dinner surprise for you. he had his little missy help him out through the process, and everything was going according to plan until the batch of fresh cookie batter fell from his hands.

“oh fuck!�� he had said, in panic, and scrambled to sweep them off the floor.

his little girl was standing there the whole time, staring at her papa. he quickly looks at her, “don’t say what papa said, okay? it’s a bad word.”

she frowned lightly, “then why did you say it, papa?”

“because—,” he took a deep breath, “papa made a mistake, but you have to be better than papa, please?”

your husband was worried the little devil wouldn’t let it slide and would hold it against him like she did with many other things; fortunately for him, though, she simply narrowed her eyes at him then quickly smiled with a nod, “okay!”

with a grin, he pulled her into his arms, “that’s papa’s girl!”

and so it was put behind them, never to be talked about. unbeknownst to your husband, however, the little girl has been practicing the word before she slept, muttering small little ‘fuck’s over and over again.

it was simple knowledge, only to be used in the far future, but how far?

anyway.

you guys are now on a family grocery trip, and your little daughter is more than ecstatic. she is running through the aisles, pointing and gaping at every product she sees—with occasional ew’s over others.

it was a fun time, but you had to actually get some of the necessities.

so you and satoru agreed to split up to make the search faster, and that’s why he and his little girl are roaming the store together.

d/n is seated comfortably in the cart as satoru pushes it, “okay, so mama said we need chicken strip, nuggets, milk, and butter—"

"yum!"

"—and frozen vegetables and peas.”

“ew.”

satoru nods, "ew, indeed," before planting a kiss on her cheek. "you really are my daughter!"

“yay!” she giggles, and politely asks to be picked up. the dramatic girl squeals until her feet touch the ground, and she bolts into the section of the frozen food. she points up, excited, “papa, there!”

your husband grins, “that’s right, smart girl!” he pats her head, and reaches for two bags of frozen vegetables, but, unfortunately, one slips out of his hand, “oh god—“

he bends down to pick it up, but he notices his daughter frowning at him, “what’s up, d/n?”

“papa, what the fuck.”

satoru’s eyes widen instantly as he gently holds her by the shoulders, “d-d/n, don’t say that,” he sweat-drops, “mama will get mad—“

“mad at what?” you smile at your family, finally back with your share of groceries.

your husband nervously chuckles, picking your little girl up and rocking her gently in his arms, “oh nothing! she was just playing with the bags, right, sweetie?”

d/n points at the bag on the ground, “papa dropped the fucking peas.”

the smile on your face tightens, “he did; didn’t he?” you step closer, and your husband freezes in place. you look sweetly at your daughter, “d/n, where did you hear that word?”

she tilted her head lightly, “which one?”

you’re gripping your husband’s hand tightly, preventing him from escaping. he will be facing your wrath today whether he likes it not. you hum, applying more pressure on his fingers and responding to your daughter, “the one that starts with the letter f, honey.”

she beams, “oh! I heard papa say it before!”

“really now?” your grip tightens and satoru swears that might pee himself right then and there. he also is fighting the need to scream. so you, for a moment, divert your attention to glare at him so he can compose himself.

and everyone knows that gojo satoru is a man weak, very weak, when it comes to his wife.

you look back at your daughter, “but seriously, don’t say that word again; it’s a bad word,” you pat her head, “good big girls don’t say bad words, right?”

she looks down at her feet and fidgets with her fingers, “yeah…but papa is big too!”

you pull your husband beside you, hand sliding around his waist, gripping him tightly, “papa can be a bad boy sometimes, but you are a good big girl,” you smile, “so you can do much better!”

you let go of your husband to hug your daughter, “promise me you won’t say it,” you stick your pinky finger out, and your daughter happily seals the deal.

“I promise, mama!”

"good girl; now, can you go to that nice lady and ask her where the tissues are?" you say as you plant a kiss on her cheek.

your little girl salutes you and immediately runs towards the woman, leaving you to deal with your other baby. you stand up to look at satoru. he takes a breath, “babe, you see—“

“you better pick your words correctly, ‘toru.”

he deflates and dejectedly wraps his arms around you, “I am sorry,” he grumbles, “I did tell her that it was a bad word though! I promise!”

you sigh and cup his face, “I know, I know, but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible,” you turn your head to the cart full of a variety of candy. you frown, “why the fuck did you get so much candy, though? you know she would try to eat them all day—“

you hear a tiny gasp, “mama said a bad word!”

then you hear your husband using a high-pitched voice to mock you, “’ but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible’.”

you stare at the both of them, before smiling, “both of you are grounded.”

“what?!”

satoru pouts, “you can’t ground me! I am your husband!”

“grounded,” you repeat, emphasizing each syllable.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hiii! I really like your works. Can I request Husk, Lucifer and Adam teaching their daughter how to fly?

A/n: dad's teaching their little babies how to fly.

•Husk•

Marylin was the one that refused to fly, unlike her brothers the little kit would often bury herself into her father's back or sit under his hat but to day was going to be different, Husk was going to make sure his little girl knew how to fly.

Holding the white ball of fluff in his hands, Husk placed Marylin on the bar top watching her. "Come on sweet heart....come fly to daddy." He smiled patting his chest as you stood by his side. Coltrane and Harry sitting on each of your shoulder.

Wrinkling her nose, Marylin looked towards you then her father. Her little wings twitching as she then let out a small mewl. Her body shaking as the wings started to flap, hovering for moment her tiny body then flopped back down on the bar top. A dramatic cry escaping her as Husk quickly scooped her into his arms.

"Oh baby it's okay, daddy will be your wings."

Sighing, you rubbed your tired eyes turning your back as you made your way to the bed room. "You can't coddle her forever Husk."

"Yes I can!"

•Lucifer Morningstar•

Crying, Edna looked down at her father with tears in her eyes. Her wings twitching as she clutched the duck plush tightly in her grasp.

"I don't wanna!"

"But it's fun sweetie! And when Damien get's older you can help daddy teach him how to fly!" Lucifer did his best to cheer his little girl up. He hated seeing her cry, this was the last thing that he wanted. "See look at daddy! Daddy will fly with you."

Unfurling his wings, Lucifer hovered a few feet near his little girl as he held out his arms for her. "Just fly to daddy."

Lip's quivering, Edna sniffled as she slowly nodded her head as she struggled to fly. Her little wings flapping until she collapsed into her father's arms as she heard Charlie, Vaggie and you cheer for her.

"Did I do good daddy?"

Smiling, Lucifer placed a kiss to the side of your head. "You did wonderful Princess."

•Adam•

"Haha look at her go!! She's a natural."

Adam watched as his little girl zoomed around the room chasing off the Cherubs.

Sighing, you rubbed your eyes pushing the sleep away. From your daughters excited squeals to the terrified screams you knew you weren't going to get some sleep any time soon. "Why is she chasing the Cherubs?"

Scoffing, Adam shrugged his shoulders. "They woke her up by bein fucking annoying."

"Can you make her stop....I need some sleep." You muttered leaning into your husband's side nearly falling asleep on his shoulder.

"Anythin for you babe." Adam gave your hips a squeeze as he let out a whistle. "Sweet pea, come to papa, your mama is tired."

Stopping in her tracks, the little girl's wings twitched as she then flew into her father's arms with an excited giggle.

"Look at my little angel...just like her old man."

Humming you nodded your head as you gave your daughter a tired smile. "Good job sweetie."

[girlrotterr]

Trails of Sweetness.

farm!ellie x fem!reader Summary: ellie's a worker at your family's peach farm. a/n: another fic for you angels!! tysm for the support on my last fic!!

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You awoke at 8:00, stretching tiredly in bed before drawing back the curtains. The early morning sun filled your room with a warm glow, inviting the essence of summer. The peach trees stood tall and elegant, their leaves dancing in the summer breeze. Opening the window, the fresh air surrounded you, the sun illuminating the meadow. A view of vibrant oranges and reds painted the sky.

The field surrounding the farm with life—blooming flowers, buzzing bees, and the cheerful chirping of birds. The morning wind, so gentle on your skin. 

With a final glimpse out the window, you began your routine.

The sink's tap gushed water as you brushed your teeth, taking a moment to run a brush through your hair, gently working out the knots from last night's rest. Finally, completing your routine by making your bed, the soft cotton sheets and pillowcases soothed beneath your fingertips.

Now, in your usual peach-picking outfit—denim overalls paired with a delicate lace tank top, hair tied back with a red ribbon—you slipped into your rusty dark brown boots. 

Breakfast can wait; I need to head out there!

You headed downstairs with your basket in hand, swung open the front door, and…

There it was – the breathtaking meadow. The view never failed to amaze you. With a skip in your step, you headed towards the peach trees, eager to begin the day's harvest.

You began approaching the first tree heavy with peaches, the rosy, plump fruits dangling like ornaments, ready to be picked.

“Hello sweeties!" you exclaimed excitedly, reaching to pick them.

Snatch!

Suddenly, the peach was ripped off by an arm behind you.

"What—" You quickly turned around, wanting to know who had robbed your peach.

andd..of fucking course.

"It's ripe," Ellie said, bouncing the peach in her hand.

"No, really?" you said sarcastically, looking at her with pure annoyance.

Ellie smirked at you before taking a bite out of the peach. Her teeth sank into the juicy fruit, a burst of sweetness exploding in her mouth. Peach juices squelched and dribbled down her chin, glistening in the sunlight like liquid gold. A run of juice trailed down her fingers, leaving a sticky residue. The pure sweetness coated her lips.

"Yeah, definitely ripe," she said, wiping her mouth while looking at you. 

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to feed into Ellie's remarks. "What are you even doing out here?"

"I figured you needed a taste tester," Ellie said while smiling cheekily, the peach in her hand glistening.

Ellie had become part of the farm last summer, when your family needed extra hands. She effortlessly adapted, and it irked you how perfect she was. Harvesting a week's worth of peaches in just three days.

Since she joined, you found yourself distracted. The fields and peach trees, once the entire focus of your attention, now had competition with the disruption that was Ellie.

Her demeanor and mischievous smiles...

god..you couldn’t resist it. 

A part of you craved that distraction.

"I can decide that on my own," you said, taking the peach from Ellie's hand.

Squelch!

The sound of teeth sinking into a ripe peach.

Biting into the area she had bitten, the sweet juices burst into your mouth, flowing down your chin and onto your collarbones. The warmth of the sun beamed down onto you, the sticky sweetness running down onto your chest, almost staining your tank top.

"Fuck… you're messier than me," Ellie said, her eyes fixed on the trails of juices along your skin. They slid down perfectly.

Ellie reached her hand out, gathering the sticky sweetness alongside her fingertips. She slid her fingers along your skin, tracing your chin and collarbones. The warmth of her touch left a new trail, a trail of heat. Slowly she brought her fingers to her lips, a mischievous look in her eyes. 

Her tongue darted out, delicately licking the peach juices off her fingers. She was doing this on purpose, she wanted to tease you.

"Mmm..." A smirk played on Ellie's lips as she licked her fingers clean.

You looked at Ellie in embarrassment, completely flushed.

"You're a real sicko," you said, grabbing Ellie's hand and placing the bitten peach into her hands once again.

Ellie smirked. "aw, don't be mean." She looked at you, a stare so irresistible. “I helped you clean up.”

“hm…you missed a spot,” you said, gathering the trail of peach juices along your chest. Bringing your finger to Ellie's lip, rubbing the peach juices along them. Her lips were now covered in a glossy sweetness

Ellie's eyes widened, your sudden touch sending shivers down her spine. Your fingers moved achingly slow as they traced her soft pink lips, the warmth of your touch leaving her entranced. Fuck, she thought to herself, her gaze fixed on you. A part of her had imagined this scenario before, but instead of peach juices, it was your own juices spread across her lips.

“You're terrible at helping,” you said cheekily, turning your back away from her. Beginning to pick peaches, your original focus. 

Your sudden remark made Ellie snap out of her trance. She bit her lip, fucking needing you; craving to have you bury your cunt against her face, squeezing your thighs against her head, suffocating her in ecstasy. Ellie gave you a soft chuckle, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

She turned around, walking away, feeling the peach in her hand—the softness of it and the sweetness running down her wrists. The texture of the peach was warm against her skin, the sticky juices tracing down her fingers.

She began walking a little quicker now, her steps becoming heavier, her grip tightening on the peach. The fruit was wet and warm against her palm. The juices, still fresh and sweet.

Fuck, fuck, fuck... Ellie's mind raced as she practically sprinted towards the tool shed—urgency in her steps. With a swift motion, she banged the door open, slamming it closed behind her, leaning against the wooden wall. In desperation, she unbuckled her belt, swiftly loosening it. Shoving her hand down her boxers, feeling her wet cunt along her warm fingertips.

“Fuckk.., you made me soo fucking wet…” she mumbled to herself, slowly gliding her fingers against her slit. Her wetness coated her fingers while gripping the peach firmly, it squelching in her hands.

She brought the peach up to her mouth, sticking her tongue out to lick the area where you had bitten. Circling her puffy clit, huffs escaped her lips, moaning heavily against it. The sweetness of the peach's juices coated her tongue as she ran it up and down the fruit, pretending it was your sweet cunt.

“Nghhh..wanna eat..it..soo bad..” Her hips began bucking against her fingers, her pace quickening. She threw her head back, hitting the shed’s wooden wall with a harsh thud. “Mmm! Fuckkk!…” 

Ellie's fingers pressed into the peach’s soft flesh, the once smooth surface becoming tainted with bruises and tears. With each squeeze, the peach's delicate skin burst, releasing sticky juices that dripped down Ellie's hand and onto the shed floor. The peach, once a symbol of sweetness, now lay in Ellie's hand as something grotesque. 

“You’re- ngh.. a fucking tease..” Ellie shut her eyes closed, simply picturing your pretty pussy against her mouth. “t-touching my fucking..lips–”

Click!

A rush of panic ran through Ellie as she heard the doorknob turn. "Shit." Her heart pounded in her chest, and with a sudden urgency, she tried to fix her clothes. But the door was already halfway open by the time she reached for her belt.

You walked into the shed, focused on finding a stool for reaching higher peaches. However, your attention completely shifted as you laid eyes on Ellie. She stood before you, her auburn hair disheveled and clinging to her flushed face. Her right arm and mouth glistened with peach juices. Her belt hung loosened, revealing her boxers. Both your widened eyes met. 

Ellie's mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. She was fucking caught.

The tension in the air was thick, silence filled the shed, the only sound being Ellie's shaky breathing.

You slowly closed the shed door, leaning against the shed door, a playful grin forming on your lips. “holy..shit.” 

Ellie stood frozen, her wide eyes remained fixed on you, not a muscle in her body moving.

“Ellie, what-” 

"I was just— I was looking for—...fuck." Ellie muttered, frustration in her voice. She threw her head back against the wooden wall, closing her eyes and scrunching her nose in defeat. She couldn’t get out of this.

You stepped closer to Ellie, taking in the view. Her veiny hand tightly gripping the disfigured peach, her happy trail completely exposed, her freckled face completely flushed. She’s a complete mess.  

"You really are a fucking sicko," you said with a teasing grin. 

Ellie shook her head, still avoiding eye contact. "If you hadn't walked in—"

You interrupted her, grabbing her wrist and pushing the peach close to her face. "You would've fucked this."

Ellie scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm not that fucking gross."

With a grin, you pushed the peach even closer to her mouth, the juices now trailing down your hand. "You're gross enough to cum to it,” you teased.

Annoyance grew in Ellie's eyes as she finally looked at you. A mixture of irritation and frustration in her expression. Irritated that you had walked in, annoyed that you now held this over her. Frustrated that you had witnessed her this deranged.

You let go of her wrist, wiping your wet hand along her white tank top, slightly dampening it. Your palm slowly brushing against her nipples, causing Ellie to flinch slightly. Looking down at Ellie's other hand, you notice her slightly pruned index finger. You bite your bottom lip, trying not to laugh at her eagerness.

“I’ll let you get back to it.” You say tauntingly, giving Ellie a smirk before turning away to open the shed door. Suddenly, feeling a tight grip on your hip, the force swaying you to turn around. 

Ellie's hand tightened its grip on your hip bone, pulling you intensely close to her body. Her loosened belt now grazed your lower stomach, the coolness of it sent shivers down your spine.

"Don't fucking say anything to anyone," she threatened, her husky voice against your lips. Your eyes met Ellie's, her gaze piercing through you. 

fuckk..

Her gaze only fueled you to taunt her further. The way her stare pierced into yours with intensity sent a thrill down your body, knowing that your actions were affecting her in ways she couldn't hide.

"Scared that people will know how pathetic you are?" you teased, earning a forceful pull from Ellie, your body bumping against hers. Now, your lips were mere centimeters away, her intense stare locking onto yours.

"I'm serious...please," she pleaded, her grip loosening as desperation filled her eyes. She was completely vulnerable, her dominance crumbling before your eyes.

“hm...” your voice was low as you slid your hands along Ellie's body. Tracing the curve of her abdomen up to her neck, Her skin felt incredibly hot under your touch. 

"I could always tell a different story…” you suggested, looking up at Ellie. Bringing your lips closer to Ellie's ear, you lightly brushed against her skin. The intense heat between your bodies filled the shed, leaving no room for anything else. 

“If we make one.” 

[acotarxreader]

Little Drop of Starlight

Azriel x Reader

Synopsis: A story of Azriel and you raising your daughter through the years, Azriels little drop of starlight.

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: The timeline of this is a bit wonky because I don't think I fully understand how they age but oh well. Also in this world, C-Sections exist.

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“Where the fuck is she?!”

“Would you please calm down I'm sure she's a very busy Azriel” You smiled gently at the pacing Illyrian.

“Well she should be busy with us YN we should be top priority! I'm going to go find her!"

“Az the healer will get here when she gets here, please calm down your rising blood pressure is causing my blood pressure to rise which isn't good for the baby” he went from pacing to collapsing to your bedside, clutching your hand to almost bone-crushing.

“Do you need something honey?! Water? A pillow? A blanket? My jacket? That male in the waiting room’s jacket?” You laughed at your panicked mate, giving him some ease at the sound.

“What I need is for you to please calm down!” you turned your hand so you could rub the back of his instead, his eyes wild.

“You're right, it'll be fine, it's just with what happened with Feyre and Rhy-”

“-Az, it'll be okay, you're here with me”

“You're right again my gorgeous mate, we're in this together...now where the fuck is the healer?!” He jumped again from your side and you rolled your eyes, collapsing back on the plush off-white pillow.

“There are probably other babies she's seeing to first Az”

“Well, there isn't another baby as important as ours!” You smiled sweetly at your already proud mate and then watched him take off out the door, you failing to call him back.

After another hour or so Azriel had practically hauled a healer off the road by the throat, with you apologising the whole time.

“Hmm you seem to be at 10cm but the baby isn't coming? We need to cut!” the healer called out to her assistant.

“What what what?! Where are you taking my mate!” The medical team unlocked the bed from the wall and began wheeling you through the corridor with Azriel still clutching your weakening hand.

You lay splayed out on the surgical table, a team of surgical personnel like ants around you, plying you with a tonic to take the growing pain away. A tarp was placed in front of both you and Azriel to shield the operation. Azriel almost turning the same green as the tarp.

“The baby is almost here honey”

“Oh great, we should go camping sometime or we could all go to Spring Court on holiday, I’m sure that overgrown dog is over his tiff by now” he laughed at your drug-induced words. Through the healers scurrying and Azriel’s gentle encouragement your baby was soon screeching into life.

“Congratulations, it's a female” they carefully handed her to her father. Azriel looked at the little drop of starlight in his arms, almost afraid he'd break her.

“She's so beautiful Az”

“You're so beautiful YNN, I'm so lucky” Tears came to his eyes as the healer took her from him to be cleaned. He turned his attention back to you, rubbing your hand gently and kissing the top of your head as you were sewn back together.

“Thank you YN, thank you so much for our little drop of starlight”

5 years later.

“Come here, you little terror!” Sweet Pea playfully chased your daughter around the island unit of your kitchen.

“Hey, be careful!” You laughed from the kitchen table. Azriel collapsed on the seat next to you, totally out of breath.

“We should have another ynn”

“Emm, can we focus on the two we have first?” You smiled down at the 6-month-old son asleep in your arms. 

“Play!”

“In a second Luna, your old father needs a rest” he put a large hand to his quickened heart and you laughed at him.

“Can I play with Sol?”

“Not yet sweetie he's still too small and you're too strong” She seemed sad at first by your answer but then decided to take it as a good thing and continued running around.

Finally with the kids asleep in bed, Luna content with the two books Azriel had read, the two of you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, exhausted but content.

“Yn I love you so much” You rolled into his side.

“Really? Even after two kids?” You teased.

“Especially after two kids, Mothers are hot” he kissed the top of your head smiling. 

“Not as hot as Fathers"

“Oh talk Mother to me” he laughed, kissing your cheek.

“We-need-to-babyproof-the-sitting-room” you managed between kisses.

“Keep going” he hummed with a goofy smile.

“Cut-the-grass-tomorrow- or I'm- leaving you” You smiled back before meeting ferociously, Azriel’s leg just began to tangle with yours as a small voice came to the door.

“I'm scared” You broke apart and rolled your eyes at each other before Azriel sat up and called Luna over to the bed.

“It's okay little drop of starlight, I will always protect you” he pulled her into his chest. You had tried time and time again to get Azriel to stop leaving her sleep between you both but he really couldn't help it. He was putty in Luna’s hands. She laid between you both but of course, faced Azriel.

11 years later.

“Luna! I said no!"

“I'm 16! I'm old enough to fly alone! Why can't I go away with my friends camping for the weekend!”

“Because I said so! And take off the fighting leathers!”

“Ugh!!!!” She shrieked, ripping her jacket from her shoulders to reveal her cropped top and stomping upstairs.

“And put on a tarp for Gods sake!” Azriel shouted after her.

“You should just let her go, it'd be easier on all of our eardrums if your screeching starlight is appeased” Sol collapsed on the couch in the den alongside you. 

“Don't you have reading to do?”

“Oh yeah, annoyed with the favourite so we're all punished” he pushed himself off the couch and sauntered into the kitchen.

“We don't have favourites Sol” you called after him laughing.

“Az sit down” he sat as close as possible, cupping your hand in his.

“I think we should let her go”

“Absolutely not”

“Why not though? We went camping together when we were 16”

“Exactly, reason number one why she's not going, how we spent our camping trips” You smiled at your husband while his eyes were fixed on the stairs.

“And about the Illyrian leathers…”

“She's not joining them, I want her to be proud of her blood but that doesn't mean I want her to live it! She trains with Cass, hones her skills and never has to use them, that's the goal”

“You have to let her make that decision herself Az”  

“So you want her to die”

“Of course not!-” you hit him with the pillow “-but I know we've raised her strong and smart so I know she'll make the right decisions”

“I'm going to go talk to her” You nodded in agreement and he took off up the stairs. You snuggled down onto the couch, enjoying the peace and quiet before-

“YN!!!! LUNA IS GONE! OH SHE IS SO GROUNDED!” he came flying down the stairs taking two steps at a time, shadows darting in every which direction, Sol running back into the room.

“I get her bedroom after you kill her!”

“We are not going to kill her ... .okay you can have it” you winked before tying up your coat and helping Azriel with his, his rage preventing him from buttoning it correctly.

2 years later

“I get your room now you're leaving”

“Oh wow Sol I'll miss you too” Luna ruffled her brother's hair, her suitcase in hand, standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Your travels are going to be great sweetie”

“I know I’m so excited” You hugged her, Azriel stood behind you almost afraid to look. The doorbell went off behind him.

“Wait wait, that's Wells, I'll get it!” She ran past Azriel, ripped open the door and leapt into the tall male's arms. You could hear Azriel growl so you tentatively took his hand.

“So, you're the male who thinks he's seeing my daughter”

“Emm em ye-yes sir” he put out his hand to shake Azriels and you immediately thought what a mistake. Azriel’s strength had Wells biting back tears.

“Well come on Wells! We better go. Bye everyone!” She hugged you and Sol quickly before standing in front of Azriel, Wells having run away with the bags.

“Bye, I love you, I'll be back at Starfall”

“I love you too, my little drop of starlight ” She kissed his cheek before leaving the porch for her new life.

3 years later

“Wells cheated on me!” Luna was sobbing on the doorstep of your home. You felt so terrible for her and yet you were secretly happy, the whole family having never liked Wells in the first place.

“It's okay Luna, you'll be okay sweetie”

“Is that my drop of starlight?” He looked at your worried face, the smile dropping from his face immediately.

“Oh Gods what's wrong?!” you separated from your weeping daughter, Azriel immediately closing the space to envelop her in a deep hug. 

“Wells cheated on me!” Ariel's eyes grew wide before separating again from her and almost handing a hysterical Luna back to you.

“Wait Azriel where are you going?!”

“I need to handle something, Sol! We have business to attend to son!”

6 years later

“Seriously, please make him stop crying”

“Leave him alone sweetie, his daughter just got married”

“Oh please stop talking about it I'll be sobbing...again” he put his hand up to you, forcing his eyes off his little girl in a big white dress. You kissed your teary mate tenderly before persuading him to look at his gorgeous daughter.

“You look so lovely my little drop of starlight” 

“Az! We're related now, can you believe it!” 

“No Cass, I really can't” his voice was dry and his tears were gone upon seeing Luna’s father in law.

4 years later

“Do you need anything my little drop of starlight? Water? A pillow? A blanket?”

“I need you to calm down please, it won't make the baby come any faster” You sat by your daughter and laughed at her reply, Azriel hadn't changed much in this regard.

“I have to go find the healer, it's time to get this baby out!” He paced, almost to the point he was wearing a hole in the floor. Cassian arrived shortly and quickly joined Azriels erratic behaviour.

“Sol sends his love and will be home from the continent as soon as he can” You stroked your daughter's hair as she ended another contraction. 

“Excuse me but only the father can be in here for the birth” The small healer's assistant was more than half the size of Azriel but almost as tough in her approach.

“You have to let me stay! That's my daughter!”

“Come on Az” you kissed your daughter's head before having to physically haul your mate and Cass by the ears out of the room. 

The three of you stayed out in that bright hall for more than 5 hours. Both you and Cass taking the opportunity to nap on Azriels shoulders, Azriel wired awake.

Finally, the healer came out and granted you access, Azriel hurdling himself at the door.

You got to hold your granddaughter first, Cassian cooing over your shoulder, his son doing the same.

“I'm so proud of you little drop of starlight" he rubbed her hand before hugging his daughter. “Thanks, for everything….you want to hold your granddaughter?” he nodded gently in reply. The minuscule baby was pried from your hands and gently settled in her grandfather's arms.

“Hello there my little drop of starlight”

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Let me know what you think!

[anemptypuddingcup]

Omg Hi 😊

Happy Holidays ❤️❤️

I've been thinking abt this for days

But like imagine your on the Baratie and its where Sanji took over for zeff and your a pirate or smt but you can't pay so instead of paying off the money by working you "work" in a different way

And it's like Sanji is older than the reader and shit 😖

I have a serious Age Difference kink srsly

Happy Holidays and Happy New years 🎉💐💐

OHHH! AGE GAP W SANJI!? ABSOLUTELY!

“You’re paying, one way or another.”

“Well pretty? Did you enjoy your meal?” His curly brows raised in interest while he had his hand pressed against the table. His fingertips slid along the paper before he slides the bill over to you. Your eyes widens at the price and you dig your hands around in your pockets and purse for any beri you might’ve brought with you.

You gulped and sigh out before looking up at him nervously, cursing yourself for not bringing more beri than you should’ve.

“Um…I did enjoy my meal but um…I think I left some beri back on my ship so um…” You explained the issue to him rather quickly and you were just rushing to get out of the booth and leave. Before you could even get a single chance to turn around, the cook presses a hand to your shoulder and gives you a sly smirk.

“Ah ah- Not so fast sweet pea~ That trick’s been used so many times that I can’t even count it anymore.” He chuckles, pulling you closer to his lean and slender body. His eyes trails along your pretty figure, glancing and those beautiful hips and tummy while you stood there flustered. “You’re rather beautiful for a pirate lady, but even if you are a pretty lady you’ll still have to pay.” He says, pressing a finger to your chin and lifting your head up.

“I’m serious though! I have enough to pay my bill back on my ship! You can come with me if you want proof sir!” You tried to persuade to just allow you to go back out, but…he wasn’t taking any of it.

“I know a way you can pay sweet pea, just come with me and we’ll get it all done~” He says, his chilly hand grabbing yours tightly and pulling you along with him. You sigh out irritably as he dragged you along with him, knowing that he was probably about to force you to wash dishes or something of the sort.

☆ ☆ ☆

His soft yet cold hands held on tight to your pretty thighs while he sighs out heavily, enjoying the feeling of your gummy walls enveloping his long and slender cock. You whine and mewl out in pleasure while you wrap your arms tight around his neck, not wanting to slip from his grasp.

The sound and sight of his cock sinking into your plush and pretty pussy made him moan out from arousal. Your slick coated his length and made him a bit sticky. You couldn’t help releasing your voice and huffing out in pleasure while he fucked you sweetly yet at the same time a bit rough.

“Mmgh!~ S-Sir!~ It feels so good!~” You moan out, your lips hovering over his as you yearned for a kiss. The older man chuckled while his curly brows furrowed from the pleasure, his long and silky strands swaying with every thrust. “Hah~ Call me S-Sanji sweetie~” He tells you, pressing his lips against yours and holding your thighs tighter. You nodded and held on to his shoulders, your body shuddering while your pussy was tight around him.

“H-How long do I have to do t-this?~” You asked, a moan falling behind shortly after. Sanji smirks and move in to your ear.

“Depends on how much you’ve ordered sweetie. Either way…You’ll still be here for a while…with me~”

[kiddphel]

sorry im inactive as hell how is everyone whats going on with yall what are my moots and followers up to and into come into my inbox and tell me abt who your main f/o is right now even if i already know tell me anyways whats up with yall how the fuck are my fucking sweetie peas

[qeaerri]

it's your choice, either you wanna be my good baby or a stubborn bitch who needs to be punished  [male!kafka/reader drabble <3]

cw: gn reader, GENDERBEND (male!kafka here), dubcon, manipulative behaviour, an al-haitham kinnie told me kafka is yandere 😞, probably gaslighting, kafka calls you bitch, slut and one time he says 💘 dear 💘

you'd better not read it if you're too sensitive for this kind of content D:  

a/n: 19+ content, characters aged up 20+; this is my work previously published on ficbook.net, don't post it anywhere without my permission

♡ «stop squirming, dear», kafka says in his usual playful manner, squeezing your wrists above your head with one hand to prevent the incipient resistance. a satisfied smile spreads across his face as he settles comfortably between your thighs and rubs his already erected penis.

♡ you don't need to be a genius to understand that kafka is clearly superior to you in strength. despite all your attempts to fight back, all you get is a slap on the bare skin, on which the mark immediately begins to redden, and the strengthened grip on your wrists until they begin to ache painfully.

♡ «don't you understand what'll happen if you keep resisting?», he asks, holding you in place with one hand, while the other one is placed on your chin in order to make you look into his eyes. «i said fucking stop».

♡ the stellaron hunter slightly lingers his gaze on how you lick your dry lips and bends down lower, pulling you in for a kiss. you two haven't spent time together for too long because of your resentment towards him and you can see from his condition that he is absolutely not in the mood for long foreplay.

♡ kafka demandingly crushes your soft sweety lips with his and presses on your cheeks with his fingers, forcing you to open your mouth so that he can deepen the kiss. he starts playing with your tongue and smirks, hearing your soft whimpers.

♡ «you like it when I kiss you like that», he states the fact, gently caressing your cheek. «and yet you keep acting like a bitch. yet you keep resent me because of some silly moment with blade. tell me, why is that? haven't I been kind for you all the time? haven't I been there for you every-fucking-time you needed me? is it how you're going to repay me, slut?». he keeps asking you one thing after the other, while his eyes are sparkling with tricky lights, feigned misunderstanding and his deepest desire and need for you.

♡ the man has always successfully played with human feelings and you have been no exception to the rule. immediately feeling guilty for what you did, you bite your bottom lip and keep silence, allowing him to breathe calmer and loose his grip a little, while he continues speaking.

♡ «I've done so much for you. and now when I need you so fucking much, you want to leave? are you fucking serious? can't even help me?», to prove his words kafka thrusts, making you feel his arousal and understand how much he needs you. «is it so hard for you?»

♡ «n-no...», you respond constrainedly, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes and clouding the image of the man above you. when one tear treacherously rolls down your cheek, the stellaron hunter wipes it away with his thumb, leaning in again for another kiss.

♡ «see? such a good little babe. you surely know your place, don't you?», he contunues mocking you. «and you surely don't want to disappoint your boyfriend. am I right?»

♡ kafka keeps smirking contentedly when he receives your nod in response to his words and lifts up your t-shirt, exposing himself to a view of your chest. with one hand he plays with it, squeezing and scrolling the nipple pea between his long fingers, and leaves a path of kisses to your little belly.

♡ «it's your choice, either you wanna be my good baby or a stubborn bitch who needs to be punished».

[the-knife-consumer]

Shit I didn't post Goggles "I said how the fuck are my fucking sweetie peas"

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - one hundred and five | cake and conversation

“She’s going to be pissed at you.”

You sat in the passenger seat while Intak drove you all back to his house.

He shrugged. “What else is new?”

You scoffed. “You say that like you were the villain when we were kids and not me.”

He laughed softly. “Well, you left, so I might be the villain now. I did only get second chair, after all.”

You raised your eyebrows for a moment in tacit agreement, and then leaned your head against the window, thinking.

She didn’t even say hi to you before she attacked you. No pleasantries to make it seem like she cared. No attempt to lull you into a false sense of security, even. No conversation with her could ever be productive, because she couldn’t even pretend to accept that you might have opinions of your own which - tragically, in her mind - differed from hers. There was no use in trying to change the mind of someone who refused to have it changed. 

She would have made a good dictator; she had all the confidence and stubbornness of one. Well, she was one already, but it was only over your small family, not an entire country. In that sense, maybe the world was fortunate that her sole focus was on her kids having ‘respectable’ jobs and not world domination or something. You had a thought and picked your head up off the window and turned to your brother.

“Does mom know I’m staying at your place?”

“I… might have let it slip when you were seeing dad,” he grimaced.

“Intak--”

“I’m sorry. She got it out of me before I realized.”

“Fuck.” You exhaled.

“Do you think she’ll show up?” Yunho asked from the back seat.

You and Intak looked at each other for a moment.

“She might,” Intak said as he turned back at the road.

“She might.” You echoed.

“Mmm…” Yunho thought. “When I told my mom we were visiting, she immediately offered that we could stay there… so I don’t think she’d mind if we asked if we could stay now.” 

You sighed. “Do you mind if we don’t stay over, Intak? I know you wanted to catch up more…”

He nodded. “I don’t mind. We can always catch up another time when she doesn’t know you’re here.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

“T/n!” Yunho’s mom screamed happily as she ran over to you and pulled you into a hug. “How are you?”

“I’m good, Mrs. Jeong, how have you been?”

“Oh, I’m fine, sweetie. Come in, come in.”

You followed her in. His house was almost exactly as you remembered it. Some of the colors were different and the family photos were updated, but the layout was the same. If you saw your own childhood home, you wouldn’t have gotten misty-eyed, not in a million years, but seeing the living room and the kitchen in Yunho’s house...

“So, Yunho told me that you work at Wonderland Entertainment now?”

You looked at Yunho for a moment.

“I told her when we met again,” he said, ears going pink.

“Yeah, I started working there a few months ago and we ended up on a project together a few weeks after that.”

“That must be so exciting! You were always two peas in a pod when you were kids, and now you get to work together.” She beamed.

“Dreams come true, I guess.” You chuckled.

Yunho looked at you, smiling, but there was something almost sad behind his eyes.

“And you get to play bass professionally?”

“I do. Though, they’re training me as a producer as well.”

She screamed with delight and hugged you again. “I’m so happy for you! Are you enjoying it?”

You nodded. “I am.”

“I’m so glad, sweetie.”

“How are you and Mr. Jeong?”

“Oh, he’s asleep already. We’re both good-- do you want something to eat?”

“Oh, we ate at my brother’s house.”

“Wait, you didn’t have dessert, did you? I have some cake in the fridge, we can have a little.”

You laughed. “Sure, Mrs. Jeong.”

Yunho’s mom set to getting the cake out of the fridge and Yunho helped her. With nothing to do, you sat at the table.

“So, may I ask how your brother is? One of the ladies at the salon I go to said he moved but I wasn’t sure where.”

“I think he’s directly on the other side of town from where his first place was? He moved to be further away from our parents.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Jeong said as she put the plate of cake down and sat. “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah… apparently our mom had taken to getting in the way of his relationships after he missed getting first chair in the orchestra.”

“He’s still in the orchestra though, right?”

Yunho put the plates and forks on the table and sat.

“Yeah, he’s second chair. But, you know…”

She nodded sadly before cutting slices of the cake and putting them on the plates. 

You ate a forkful of yours, it was a classic pound cake, nothing too fancy. “Did you make this Mrs. Jeong?”

“Of course.”

“It’s really good.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” She smiled. “I’m sorry for your brother, though. To think he spent all that time learning, auditioning, making it into the orchestra… and she can’t even be happy about it.”

You nodded. “Yeah…nothing’s ever good enough for her.”

“Did you tell her you work at Wonderland now? She has to respect that.”

“We got into an argument in the waiting room at the hospital and I said it then.” You ate another bite of cake. “And well… I don’t care if she respects me. I know she’s not going to.”

“Sweetheart…”

You shook your head. “I know her well enough to know that I won’t get any actual love out of her, no matter how hard I try.”

She frowned sadly at you.

“And, you know, that sucks. She’s my mom she shouldn’t have put these like… paywalls up between me and her, where I had to earn my way into having her love me.”

“I know your mom would disagree with me: but parents shouldn’t do that.” She said quietly.

You nodded. “I know... I’ve known this whole time. Seeing you all the time when I was younger taught me that.”

Yunho smiled at you sadly.

“I-- I want to thank you, Mrs. Jeong. If I didn’t know Yunho, I wouldn’t have known you, and I wouldn’t have known that the way my mom treated me was wrong. So I wanted to thank you for just… being a good person and showing me what a loving parent looked like.”

She gasped softly at your admission and reached her hand across the table to take yours. “You were always more than welcome in this house, sweetheart. You were Yunnie’s best friend all through school and he was so heartbroken when you left.”

You looked at him and he nodded awkwardly.

“You’re not--” you started “--you weren’t mad that we lied to you about the bass?”

She pulled her hand back, inhaled deeply and thought for a moment. “I was a little annoyed when it happened. I didn’t like that my son, who I had raised not to lie, had lied to me. But Yunho explained everything to me, and I knew what your mother was like, and when she came into the house screaming that time, and Yunho told me she sold your bass… I felt bad that I couldn’t have helped you more.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry we lied, though. I thought I could keep it a secret and that you wouldn’t be dragged into it… but I should have realized that it was inevitable. It wasn’t fair to you to leave it here.”

She shook her head. “Honey, you were doing whatever you could to leave. I don’t blame you.”

You nodded. You still felt bad for the lie, but if she forgave you, you couldn’t really argue against her.

“And then Yunnie told me she put you under house arrest-- you can ask Mr. Jeong: I asked him if he thought adopting you was a good idea and he laughed at me.”

You snorted. “Despite my mom not actually loving me, I don’t think she would have given me up.”

“He said the same thing.”

You nodded.

“But you’re doing so well for yourself now, and I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too,” Yunho added.

She looked at him and smiled. “And Mr. Jeong would be proud of you too, if he weren’t already asleep.”

You laughed. “Thank you.”

You and Yunho had a lovely time updating her on your lives, the new people you’d met through work, Yunho’s crime-stopping escapade - which she was not particularly pleased with, though she was proud that she raised a man who would go to such lengths to help a friend - and how you were both absolutely certain that his roommate and your editor were in love but too dumb to admit it. 

Your talking woke Mr. Jeong up and he came in to sit with you all a bit before going back to sleep, and after a while Mrs. Jeong became tired as well and Yunho offered that the two of you could clean up for her so she could go to bed. 

“You can use my room.” Yunho said as he put the last plate in the rack to dry.

“What? No, it’s your room, how could I use it? You use it.”

“No, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Isn’t the couch too small for you?”

“You say that like my old bed is any bigger.”

You laughed quietly. “But I can’t sleep in your room.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s yours, you should sleep there.”

“T/n, I’m offering it to you. If you see your mom tomorrow, you’re going to be much less stressed if you had a good night’s sleep to do it on.”

You scoffed. “Okay, dad.”

He looked at you blankly.

You stifled a laugh. “When did you become such an old man?”

“How does caring about you make me an old man?”

“I don’t know. That was just something an old man would say.”

He glared at you. You tried not to laugh.

“Let’s get you set up in my room.” He picked up your suitcase and headed up the stairs.

“Hey!” You whispered harshly as you followed him.

He put the suitcase down in his old room. “It looks like my mom thought we’d stay over. She put sheets on the bed and everything.”

“I’ll stay downstairs, you stay in here.”

“T/n…”

You reached for the suitcase and he nabbed it before you could take the handle, and put it behind him.

“I know that you’re used to having to do things on your own and be totally self-sufficient. I understand that. But I’m trying to offer you help, and I would like it if you took it.”

“But… you already drove us all the way out here.”

“So?”

“And your parents are letting us stay here.”

“So?”

“So… I don’t want to impose any further.”

He stepped closer. “T/n, we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. I know that we just started our friendship again, but please don’t think you’re imposing on me.”

You looked at him. 

“You said before that my mom showed you what a loving parent could be like?”

You were confused. “Yeah?”

“Then just… let me show you what it’s like to have someone to rely on again.”

You thought for a moment. “I have other people I can rely on though.”

He nodded slowly. “Then… let me show you what it’s like to rely on me again.”

You shook your head with a laugh.

“What?”

“That’s… you’re stupid.”

“Why am I stupid?”

“I don’t know… you’re just stupid.”

He chuckled. “Why?”

“Because you do things for me all the time.”

“And?” 

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

You looked at him. “But you always have.”

He nodded, a smile across his lips. “And I always wanted to.”

You sighed. “Fine. I’ll stay in your room.”

He smiled.

“Annoying.”

He chuckled. 

You looked around. 

“Something wrong? You’re not looking for an out, are you? I won’t accept whatever argument you try to give me.”

You laughed softly. “No, it’s just so weird being back in your old room. Your mom didn’t even take down the posters or pictures or anything.”

He turned to where you were looking, at the cork board over his desk which was covered with photos of his school years. 

“Oh shit, is that Mingi?” You asked as you got closer.

“Yep.” 

“Oh my god, he was so goofy looking.”

“He definitely had an awkward phase.” He laughed.

“Well we can’t all be as blessed as you.” 

You took your phone out and took a picture of the picture of the two of them. You could use it to terrorize him later, if the need arose. Or maybe just send it to Dei, she’d probably think he was adorable.

“What does that mean?”

“Yun, you’ve always been a handsome guy, how can you even ask that seriously?” You laughed as you saved the picture.

He didn’t answer.

You looked over at him.

“You haven’t called me Yun in a long time.”

You hadn’t realized you said it. “Oh-- Yeah, well… it slipped.” 

You went back to looking at the pictures. Of course there were pictures of the two of you, but you didn’t remember seeing them back when you were kids.

“Are these new?” You pointed. “We spent so much time in here when I was hiding the bass, and I don’t remember seeing them at all.”

“Oh, uh…”

You turned to him.

“Um… I added them after.”

“After? …Oh.”

‘After’ as in: ‘after we were no longer friends.’

You looked at them for a few moments. They were really good memories: the two of you sweaty and dirty at Field Day, you only joined because he did and had gotten dragged across the grass during tug-of-war; the two of you at the field you’d bike to in the summer; you giving him flowers after one of the school plays he had been in; a picture he took of you playing bass; one you took of him on stage; some his mom took of the both of you when you were in grade school.

“Why’d you add them?”

He shrugged. “I… I missed you. I’d hoped that maybe we could be friends again and… I don’t know. Maybe I thought that if I put all these pictures up, it would happen. I don’t know.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t take them down after I left.”

“Yeah…” he stood next to you at the board. “I don’t know. I guess taking them all down would have felt like… giving up.”

You looked at him as he looked at the pictures.

“Or like I didn’t care, and that it was easy to forget about you. But… I did care.” He turned to you, his expression soft. “And it wasn’t easy.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him.

“It was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

There was something about the air in the room just then. Something about it felt thick, heavy, as the two of you stood there, looking at each other. It felt like something needed to be said, but you weren’t sure what it was. And you weren’t sure if he even had something he wanted to tell you or if you were just imagining it. Or, was it you who had something to say?

“Um…” you started.

He continued to look at you.

“It was hard for me too. To forget you.”

He smiled softly, imperceptibly.

“I never had anyone in my family who was on my side, all I had was you… and then I only had me.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

You nodded. 

You stood like that for a few moments, him looking at you softly. You had to look away, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You cleared your throat. “Um… I should probably go to sleep. I’ll want to be well-rested if I run into my mom again tomorrow.”

He seemed stuck to the spot for a moment before nodding. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded.

He moved to the door. “Goodnight, t/n.”

“Goodnight.”

He left and closed it behind him.

You got into your pajamas, turned off the light, and got into bed. 

It felt so strange to be lying in a bed that you had never slept in before, but it was in a bedroom you spent so much time in when you were younger. There was a kind of disconnect in your mind: it probably didn’t feel the same as if you were to sleep in your old room, years after having left. Though, if you were being honest, you’d bet everything you had that your mom threw all of your stuff out after you ran away, and the room was probably totally empty. If she did keep anything, it would have to align with her idea of you, but you took as much as you could when you left, so it was probably bare. But being in Yunho’s room was like opening a safe with secrets in it or something. He didn’t seem particularly embarrassed that you saw the pictures he put up after you stopped being friends, but you probably were never supposed to know about it. 

You looked over at the pictures again. There were so many of you and him together, all those happy memories frozen in time, the entire thing like a time capsule of your friendship. You had ripped up the pictures you had of the two of you together, you were just so angry when everything happened. You found yourself wishing you hadn’t, not when his presence was basically your whole childhood, and not when he was the only good thing in your life for so many years. 

That felt like so much to put on a person. Maybe you were just like your mother: unrealistic expectations placed on someone else because of what you wanted or needed. But… as you looked at the pictures, there was something different between you and her, Yunho wanted to be your best friend. There was reciprocation there. You always felt like your life would be so much the lesser without him because… maybe because he felt the same way. 

You wondered how crushed he felt when you told him never to speak to him again, and you supposed that’s why he couldn’t let go. You didn’t hate him - yeah, you did in that moment - but you didn’t hate him as in, ‘I hate you and everything you stand for’, you hated that it felt like he had betrayed you, the one good thing left in your life finally soured because of the poison that someone else had injected into it. You hated the situation and how he responded. Maybe it was knowing him again and remembering how great he was, or maybe it was the many years you had to cool off, but you didn’t hate him.

You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before rolling onto your other side and facing the wall. You got comfortable and sighed deeply, wishing for sleep to come soon so you could see or not see your mother sooner, and then just go back to Seoul and never speak to her again. As you inhaled, the basest part of your brain registered something, and you - acting on instinct - smelled the pillow. Holy shit. It still smelled like him. Your brain reacted the way it always had when you were young and still friends: dog-like excitement at watching him walk towards you in the mornings when you met to walk to school; genuine sadness at seeing him walk away in the afternoon that signaled that your life was no longer your own again and you would have to go endure the abuse that was your violin teacher; elation at showing up on his stoop on the weekends and playing video games or learning the bass. All of it like a Pandora’s Box of every locked up and repressed memory you had of him, bursting out of their prison and flooding into your skull in a kaleidoscope of feelings. And because none of it was wrapped up with the last moments of your friendship as it was ripped to shreds, all of it was happy. It was overwhelming, and you fought your emotions for a moment, because you didn’t want to start crying. You knew why you had purposefully forgotten all of them but… you wish you hadn’t.

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[skinnywalker]

sorry to sound annoying but when’s the next part of the Lester x male reader thing ? Sorry to bother you about this

Right now!!! >:)

The hitchhiker Lester Sinclair x male reader part 2 smut

The two sat starring into each other's eyes.

"Do ya really want this?"

"Yes."

Lester meets their lips together. He sucks on the other man's lips like candy before pushing his tongue deeper into his mouth. He tastes like diner mints and warm soda. They makeout for nearly a mintue before breaking for air

While trying to regain his breathe Lester saw how sweet the other man's neck was looking.

"Damn sweetie ya look like a dessert all pretty on ma lap like this."

He grins.

"I'm all yours to eat Les."

Lester pulled off his lover's shirt and took his left nipple into his mouth. He rolled the bud with his tongue earning moan after moan.

"Oooooooh! Lester please I need your dick!!"

Lester couldn't help but smirk.

"As ya wish sweetheart."

Lester flipped him onto his stomach and slowly pulled his pants off. His eyes tracked every new inch of skin licking his lips in anticipation.

"Ya look as tasty as a five course meal doll."

Lester pulls his neck up forcing his chin up and mutters into his ear with hot breathe.

"And I'm gonna eat you like one."

He grasps feeling Lester rip his underwear straight off and goes tongue deep in.

"LESTER!!! YOURE SOOO GOOOOOD!!! OH GODDDDDD!"

The car filled with the mixed of Lester's sloppy eating and the other man's uncontrollable reaction noises.

Lester tongue fucked him nearly insane.

"LES! I AH! I'M GOING TO OOOH! COME LES!"

He pulls back earning a pitiful whimper but quick replaced the empty ache with his dick.

"Ya ready sweetheart? I'm not sure I can be gentle while I'm high off ya."

He breathed trying to muster enough enegry to reply.

"Yes."

He grinned eyes gone dark with lust.

"Good."

Lester at once set a deep and hearless pace, hitting every nerve and sweet spot in each rushed trust.

He couldn't hear the other man's brainless sludge that dripped from his mouth as he tried to make actual words since he was so deep in riding his own pleasure.

He knew his release was only a few seconds away.

"I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU SWEETS!! I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF!"

He couldn't respond other than pushing himself up to get Les some how even deeper.

Lester pushed his lover's head face down into the leather seats as he milk his cock through draw out trusts in his ass. He came buckets leaving a mess of mixed cum from both of them on the seats and floor.

"God we got real messy huh."

Lester smiled coming back to his senses.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had Les."

He shook while trying to pull himself up from the now dirty seat. Lester pulled him up into his arms and tapped his jacket round the both of them.

"I never knew I'd need that."

He sighed relaxing into Lester's warmth. Lester kissed his cheek and rubbed his marked up thighs.

"Ya need anything right now sweet pea? I know I can be a bit wild."

"Well I could really used a nice cuddle season at your house."

Lester flushed.

"And to stay there for the rest of my life. Would that work for you Les?"

"I think you'd make a very handsome house boyfriend."

[downwithpeople]

how the fuck are my sweetie peas

[nat-20s]

Okay but like. How the fuck ARE my fucking sweetie peas???