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jimmyspades · 7 months ago
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evie-sturns · 3 months ago
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open up - Matt Sturniolo
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summary: after a long day of matt basically ignoring you, and being too grumpy to even get out of bed, you finally get him to open up to you.
contains: crying, anggstt?.., boyfriend!matt, comforting, fluff.
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10:28am
"matt we have to go baby, chris nick and i are all going to the cafe." i say softly, ruffling matts messy hair.
hes refused to get out of bed this whole morning, hes woken up in a horrible, grumbly mood.
i stand beside matt's bed, his body intertwined in the tangled duvet.
he shakes his head with a groan, i let out a soft sigh. "matt, they're waiting for us."
"bro- just tell 'm that i dont wanna come." matt croaks out, i furrow my eyebrows at the new nickname he has for me.
i fold my arms, letting out a small huff. "alright, ill be back in a couple hours." i mumble.
matt nods, tugging the blanket back up over his body.
i walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
what is going on with him?
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(3 hours later)
its now 1pm, i decide to go check on matt again.
i sit up off the couch and walk down the hallway towards matt and i's room.
i approach the closed white door, knocking twice before slowly pushing it open.
all i see is a large lump under the covers, which must be matt.
i walk over to the side of the bed before peeling back the sheets. matt’s on his phone, lazily scrolling.
“hey, you okay?” i ask, running my hands through his hair.
he nods his head with a small hum,
“matt i’m a bit worried about you sweetie, you’re never like this.” i sigh,
“don’t be worried.” he mutters, still endlessly scrolling through his phone.
“you’ve not left our house in a solid week, that’s not like you.” i state,
matt tenses, putting his phone down next to him.
“i’m just tired okay!?” matt attempts to raise his voice, but it comes out as croaked and weak.
“shh- sh.” i attempt to shush him, which he doesn’t react well to.
“don’t shush me! can you just leave i’m so done with this-“
matt sounds like a whiny teenager, i feel like his mom, trying to get him to open the curtains for the first time in years.
“get up.” i mutter, tugging the sheets off him.
he pushes my hand away, “i don’t want to.”
i scoff, “matt stop, stop acting like an actual child!” i raise my voice slightly, trying to get my point across.
“can you please just leave me alone?!” matt groans,
i sigh, no longer trying to wrestle him to get the sheets off him.
i sit down on the bed beside him, i’m sat up against the headboard.
we sit in silence for a few minutes.
matt’s breathing is laboured, he’s getting so irritated by everything i do.
“what’s going on matt.” i whisper, reaching out and running my fingers up his temple.
“it’s just- i’m trying to sleep and you keep coming in here and fucking annoying me-“
matt’s sentence is cut off by his voice cracking,
“i’m- i’m sorry- i don’t mean that.”
tears start to roll down his flushed cheeks,
i’ve never seen matt cry.
i sit him up against the headboard next to me, i grab his shoulder and tug him to my chest.
“it’s okay, i’m not mad at you.” i coo, pressing kisses to the top of his head
he nods, his small sniffles turn into full sobs.
“do you wanna open up and talk to me about it?” i ask softly, running my nails up his back.
matt nods through his strangled sobs,
“i’m so- confused.” matt manages to squeeze out.
i nod, lifting the back of his shirt up and dragging my nails up his bare back.
“i don’t understand why- why you put up with me“ he sobs,
“and i know i sound like an absolute pick me saying that, but you’re just an- an infinitely better person than me.” matt speaks, rubbing his eyes with his fists,
“i feel like i’m not a fun person to be around- and you’re the total opposite like, everybody likes you-?”
i nod, letting him spill his words out.
“literally just being around you and knowing how you are in comparison to me makes me feel so shit.” he mumbles,
“the feeling i get in my stomach, it’s so bad.” he sniffs,
“i’m sorry- i genuinely sound like such a attention seeker.” matt half laughs.
i continue to stroke his back, he frantically tries to wipe his eyes everytime a new tear falls.
“you’re allowed to cry, i’m right here.” i whisper,
he nods, soft crys falling from his lips as he buries his face further into the soft fabric of my shirt.
“you know i love you so much, honestly i think i’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.” i sigh,
he shakes his head, “that’s not true.”
“it is, you make me feel so safe, you’re honestly my bestfriend ever.” i tell him, my voice full of sincerity.
matt’s crying gets worse as he hears me talk, his hands clutching my shirt, his brown floppy locks spread across my shirt.
i let him express everything he’s been feeling, letting him cry.
i think matt bottles a lot of shit up, and every couple months it all comes out in sudden bursts like these.
“i love you, i don’t want you to ever feel like this.” i sigh,
“you can tell me anything, anytime.”
matt nods again, slowly peeling himself away from my chest.
his eyes are red and puffy, his lips are swollen and his hair is sticking up in 8 different directions.
i laugh slightly, “sorry-“
a grin grows on matt’s face as he attempts to fix his hair.
“oh- oh, your making it worse.” i giggle,
i reach a hand up and try to flatten his hair,
“you’re gonna flatten it!! i’m gonna look like a pancake.” matt laughs hysterically,
“i’m a trained hairstylist, if anything i’ll make it 10x better!!” i protest.
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angel-sweets666 · 5 months ago
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how t some of the bakusquad boys initiate 👀
Bakugo katsuki x reader, eijiro kirishima x reader, Denki kaminari x reader
warnings: mentions of sex, more sexual stuff. No real sex tho Dw reader is mentioned to have a pussy but that’s the one gender mention
sorry I didn’t write sero I don’t have a good idea on his character
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
ALL AGED UP TO 18 AND IN 3RD YEAR
Katsuki bakugo
Bakugo either starts off subtly or straight up, no In between. He’s especially rough when he’s had a bad day
you roll over onto your side, typing to Mina about drama from class 3B (1B)When bakugo bursts open the door and slams it closed, practically making the door frame shake. “Had a bad day?” You asked him, still distracted on your phone and tapping away. Bakugo lets out a groan “I FUCKING-“ “inside voice.” You interrupted “I had a fucking ass day.” He still yelled as he threw his hero shirt and mask onto the floor, stomping over to you in bed. You peered over your shoulder and looked him up and down, noticing how dirty his boots are “bakugo take your boots off! Your filthy!!” You sat up and looked him up and down again. the blonde rolls his eyes and takes off his black and orange dirt stained boots, chucking them to the door. “There, better?” He grumbled, climbing into bed with you. “Yeah.. that’s better” you said as you rolled onto your back, bakugo sat up and pulled your legs apart and laying down on your chest. You could feel his length begin to grow harder and harder underneath you, he sat up and slowly began to rock his hips against yours. “shit- can we fuck?”
eijiro kirishima
sweet boy asks, and he’s so polite about it too! He wants to be a chivalrous hero and a great boyfriend in general to you. So of course he asks so politely:(((
you were washing some dishes in the common room, you and tsu had some noodles for lunch and you were just cleaning up the bowls from the food. Humming and dancing to yourself, kirishima watched from afar. You looked so pretty when you were happy like that, how could he not wanna fuck you? As you put away the last fork you suddenly felt a pair of very strong and solid arms wrap around you “hi baby!” You giggle and kiss his cheek, kirishima gives you a toothy grin and kisses your neck gently “hey sweetheart.. you look so pretty today” he tells you as he rubs your size “you wouldn’t possibly be in the mood would you?” He asks with his cheeks turning red “are you asking for sex?” You grinned to him and he nodded “yeah alright baby cmon”
Denki kaminari
My bro begs, like HE BEGS And not in a cute little submissive way I’m talking like really annoying “PLEASEEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE” while on his knees shuffling around to follow you
You were busy trying to clean out your dorm, preparing for graduation in the next few weeks. The task was already challenging, but it became nearly impossible with an electric blonde following you around on his knees, begging for you to let him fuck you
“PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE, ILL BE QUICK!”
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore him as you sorted through a pile of textbooks. "Denki, I really need to get this done. Graduation is right around the corner, and I can't leave my dorm looking like a disaster zone." He shuffled closer, still on his knees, and clasped his hands together dramatically. "But I need you more than your dorm does!” You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow “oh really?” You leaned your weight to one hip, Denki rolled his eyes then stood up, mild carpet burn on his knees from following you around “BRO YES? YOUVE GOT LIKE, A 10/10 PU-” “ DONT DAY THAT SO LOUD!” You covered his mouth then sighed “you know what… I could use the break” denkis face lit up “so… I can fuck you?” He asked with his face practically glowing as you nodded
I said I’d tag u next time I wrote for Denki kaminari so here! I hope it was as accurate as last time @b0o0o
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saetoru · 1 year ago
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ LUCKY — GOJO SATORU.
contents. baths + non sexual nudity, established relationships, tired toru :(, lots of kissies and praise for the babie :(, solid proof in the form of writing of how embarrassingly lovesick i am for this FOOL
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it’s past midnight when satoru walks into your bathroom. he doesn’t even question why you’re in the bath so late—just gives you a lopsided grin tiredly as you smile.
“you’re home,” you brighten.
“look at you,” he coos, staring down at you with amused eyes, “waitin’ for me?”
satoru is tired—you can tell from the way the his shoulders are slouched and his blindfold is clutched in his hand. “i was,” you hum in agreement, “c’mere.”
it’s all it takes. he’s stripped down and waiting for you to move up so he can slide behind you in seconds, hand waving to motion you forward. but you’re stubborn—you shake your head as you hold an arm out for him.
“baby,” he whines, “c’mon i was out fighting big bad curses all day. jus’ lemme hold—”
“no. just come here, toru,” you insist.
there’s something about it—something about the way your voice is so gentle, so insistent, so knowing. it’s like you can read him more than he can, sometimes. satoru is tired, you can see it, you can feel it. you can’t carry his burdens, but you can hold him while he holds the weight of the world for a night.
maybe it’ll do for now—maybe it’ll even be enough and more.
“what? feelin’ like pampering me today?” he teases, “aren’t i a lucky guy,” he hums—but he climbs into the tub anyway, settling between your legs, leaning his back against your chest as his head falls back against your shoulder.
instantly, two gentle kisses plant themselves against his head, and his eyes flutter shut. he’s starting to feel the beginnings of a headache form—the gentle thump in his skull just barely there, but persistently present.
your thumbs rubs along the sides of his head, enough pressure to soothe the pain like you know it’s coming—he thinks you must.
“you are a lucky guy,” you giggle, “look at me. such a catch.”
he grins, chuckling that boyish chuckle of his freely in your arms as he relaxes. it’s been a while since he’s relaxed, you think—it’s half past midnight and he’ll be up with the sun in a bit to head back to the school, but it’s nice to know he’s relaxed. even just for this short, rare moment.
“oh yeah,” he nods, lips curled into a grin as he cracks an eye open and peers up at you, “s no catch like my pretty ‘lil baby. i’m living it up.”
“glad you know your privileges,” you murmur contently, shaking your head in amusement as you wrap your arms around his body. one hand rubs over his abs—he wants to tease you about feeling him up, wants to make a sly comment about missing his body more than him while he was gone. but there’s something about it, about the way it’s so slow and soothing and soft—it’s so painfully soft, satoru swallows.
finally, he lets his body go slack against yours, sliding down so his head rests against your chest and the water soaks more of his body. it’s warm. the water and your arms. it’s all so, so warm and forgiving.
“aren’t you gonna tell me how lucky you are too? i’ll listen, don’t worry. no interruptions.”
“yeah?” you chuckle, threading fingers through his hair and pulling a soft sigh from him, “wanna know how lucky i am?”
“course,” he murmurs, “well, i already know you’re lucky. it’s me after all—but i’m not opposed to hearing it.”
“how humble of you, satoru,” you snort.
he grins wider—he hasn’t had a chance to smile all day. not properly, at least.
“feel free to start any second,” he says with a wink. then his eyes flutter shut again as your thumb traces his cheek, ever so gently running along the soft angles of his face.
it’s pretty—everything about him is pretty. there are no ugly parts to satoru. just the parts painted from cruel hands. they’re beautiful too, you like to think, in their own, fragile little ways.
“okay,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his head, “i’m very lucky,” you murmur into his hair.
he hums, mumbling a quiet, “knew it.”
“lucky i have such a handsome face to greet,” you pepper kisses along his forehead and find his cheek, giving it an affectionate little bite that makes him huff out an amused chuckle. “and he’s so tall too,” you add, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“that all he is?” he pouts, “just a pretty face? you’re breaking my heart, baby.”
“no,” you say quietly, grabbing his hand and brushing a thumb over his knuckles, “he’s also kind. too kind, sometimes,” you say quietly, “he comes home a bit later than usual every once in a while because he took his students out to eat. he loves them a bit too much, i think.”
“no such thing as too much love,” he hums, squeezing your hand.
you smile, admiring him as he lays against you, small in your hold even with the larger than life weight he carries.
“and he’s strong,” you add, “really strong. it’s not fair sometimes,” you whisper, “he’s got so much on his plate.”
“he handles it fine,” he assures, “he always does.”
“and then he still makes time for little old me,” you say fondly, kissing his shoulder, “never lets me feel lonely. he’s too good to me.”
“there’s no such thing as too good for you,” he gasps offendedly, pouting like you’ve insulted him, “he’s definitely not—”
“and sometimes, he comes home tired. and he tries to act like he’s not because he’s a bit of a prick who doesn’t let me help, but i’m smart and i know him well so i’ve figured it out. and if i’m extra lucky, i might get to hold him for a bit like this and help him relax.”
you squeeze him gently for emphasis, holding him closer as you press your nose into his neck and breathe in his smell. it’s like cologne that’s rudely expensive and that sweet smell only satoru has—it’s all you want to breathe in for the rest of your days.
you hope he’ll allow you that much. something tells you he will.
satoru swallows thickly at that, rubs a thumb over your bare thigh as he rests his free hand over it, the other still in your grasp.
and then, quietly, “maybe he’s fine just coming home to you,” he shrugs, “who can stay tired with such a sweet face waiting at home?”
“i don’t know,” you say thoughtfully, “he’s got a lot to take care of. wonder how he does it.”
“he’s probably the strongest,” he shoots with an easy grin, “sounds like the strongest to me.”
“he is,” you nod, “he’s a lot more than that too. i’m lucky he’s mine.”
“oh yeah?” he drawls—there’s something a little shaky about his voice though.
you choose not to mention it, pressing soft, delicate kisses along his jaw as you murmur, “yeah. he makes me feel really, really lucky. love him so much.”
“love you too,” satoru breathes, “guess we’re both really, really lucky.”
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don’t talk to me i don’t want to be perceived. that’s enough softness for a lifetime so the next time i write him he’s getting hit by a bus
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tojipie · 1 year ago
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what would it be like if toji had a needy cry baby gf 😣😣😣
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this is such a cute ask omg :(( had so much fun writing this! enjoy
content: anxiety, hurt/comfort, fluff
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the telltale sound of a buzzing phone wakes you from your catnap. you shift on the couch, lifting your head from toji’s lap to gather yourself.
“what is it?” he mumbles, pulling your blanket back over your shoulders to keep you warm. the hum of the TV almost lulls you back asleep, eyes fluttering shut.
“mm y’r phone is ringing.” you whisper groggily, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand.
“you wanna go get it for me?” toji asks, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you stand up from the couch, blanket still wrapped tight around your shoulders.
“it’s probably on the bathroom counter.” he notes, kissing you again as a thank you. he was always tender with you when you were sleepy. your heart soars as you make your way upstairs and into your shared room.
you can practically feel the ringing as you cross the threshold of the bedroom door, padding past the bed and into the connected bathroom with a hum.
he must’ve forgotten it here when the two of you had showered earlier you reason, shading your eyes from the lights the two of you left on.
you head towards the counter, grabbing the device and immediately dropping it onto the solid tile.
WHACK
… shit
“shitshitshit.” you curse, toji’s ringtone coming to a stop as soon as the phone had hit the floor.
your heart sinks to your feet all the way through the marbled tile and into the dirt as you approach the device, praying the sound it’d made on impact wasn’t as serious as you remembered.
“no.. nonono oh my god.” you whisper, immediately crouching down to pick his phone up off the floor, eyes filling with tears as you try to gauge the damage.
just as you feared, a massive crack running down one corner to another. the bottom left corner of the screen was completely blacked out save for a few blinking pixels around the edge, it’s touch screen barely responsive as your thumb runs along the electronic gash
hot tears run down your face as you realize the seriousness of what you’d done. toji needed this phone for work, practically had it on him at all times except for when he was at home.
he’d be mad at you, right? this was serious damage, something neither of you could brush off. his kindness only went so far you gathered.
and since when was bathroom tile that destructive? god, you were going to throw up.
“you ok?” your boyfriend yells from downstairs, turning your blood cold.
“yup!” you respond, voice shaking a little more than you intended. your wrap your blanket tighter around your quivering body, quickly wiping your tears with the soft fabric.
“who was calling?”
you curse again, tapping the shattered screen to try and look at the caller ID. you can barely make out shiu’s name with all the damage.
“it’s shiu.” you yell back, trying to soothe the redness around your eyes and nose in the mirror.
the stairs creak as you wobble downstairs, cheeks still wet with fresh tears. what were you even going to tell him? that you dropped his phone once and now it was practically unusable?
“hey thank you sweet gi—”
Toji’s face falls at the sight of you, immediately standing up to wrap you in his arms. your quiet sniffles turn into full blown sobbing as you clutch the phone to your chest, trying your best to hide it from him.
“what’s wrong pretty?” your boyfriend whispers, rubbing your back with a huge hand. the older man presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead, leading you over to the couch and pulling you into his warm lap.
“i dropped your phone.” you whimper, shaky hands fiddling with the device as you prepare to disappoint the love of your life.
“yeah?” toji mumbles understandingly. “let’s see it baby, don’t worry.” he reassures you, taking his phone from your lap and turning it over.
“it’s just it was still wet cause you were answering a text in the shower and it slipped from my hand and—”
you gauge his face for an inevitable scowl, maybe a scoff. whatever it was, you deserved it.
instead, toji smiles.
“oh my god.” you whimper. was he so mad that he had no choice to smile? was there simply not any other expression to convey how upset he was?
toji surprises you again as he throws the phone to the side, letting it bounce across the couch cushions.
“that’s it?” he laughs, rubbing up and down your sides.
“you sniffle again, wiping your eyes.
“whadduya mean that’s it… i broke it.” you practically sob, turning to get up from his lap.
warm hands circle around your arms, leading your smaller body back to his chest. the older man wipes your cheeks with both thumbs, pressing an impossibly soft kiss to your hairline.
“nothing I can’t get fixed.” he tells you, smoothing your hair away from your face.
“but it’ll be expensive..”
“not for me.” he laughs
“you should be me at me.” you mumble softly, guilt still knawing away at you.
“why would I be mad at you for making a little mistake?” toji’s voice is soft, reassuring. his chest is warm and he smells like a campfire, practically lulling you to sleep with how tenderly he holds you.
“I’ve literally had a bullet go right through my screen baby.” he laughs. “I’ve dropped my phone out of moving cars, I’ve had it run over. you think i don’t replace this thing every month?”
you gasp, head popping up from his shoulder. “a bullet?”
“you can thank shiu for that.” he mumbles, kissing you again.
“what I mean is it’s nothing i can’t fix.” he tells you, reclining onto the couch and pulling you with him. “how could I ever be mad you?” he whispers into your cheek.
you nod, the last of your tears drying up as your body relaxes on top of his. you hated how bad your anxiety got at times, clouding your judgement and effectively convincing you that the world hated you.
“tell you what.” he starts.
“tomorrow how about me and you go pick up a replacement for me, and then get you a new phone too?” he asks tenderly, tracing shapes into your hair with his finger.
“you wanted the new one right? in pink?”
you nod with a giggle, eyes fluttering shut as the sound of your boyfriend’s heartbeat syncs with yours.
“yeah.” you tell him shyly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “in pink please.”
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endless-ineffabilities · 29 days ago
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husband for a day
Ewan Mitchell x best friend reader
a/n: another spur-of-the-moment baby :) that is all.
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With a resounding groan, you push your hair out of your face, and reach for your bedside. You prop your phone on its side to watch as 5:07 PM flashes on the screen.
Great. An entire day wasted.
You roll over on your back, eyes involuntarily squinting at the last burnt orange rays of sunlight reflected on your ceiling. All at once, an overwhelming thirst takes a hold of you, as well as the initial telltale signs of a killer migraine.
"Ewaaaan!"
Your best friend pokes his head through your door. Upon confirming that you're indeed awake, he saunters into the room while sporting a wide grin. "Well, look who's finally up."
"I don't wanna be," you moan, pressing your palms to your eyes.
"Love, you slept.... 10 hours already." Ewan perches beside you, clutching your wrists and pulling them down, clearing the way for him to press a kiss on your forehead. "Get up, trooper, come on now."
You sit up, immediately feeling woozy. Oh yeah, the alcohol was still sloshing inside of you, that treacherous devil juice making you feel like a lump of coal.
"Ughhh, I can’t." You lean your head against his shoulder, which shakes with his laughter—not exactly helping your headache. You grip him tight with both hands. "Stop fucking moving, Ewan Robert."
"Alright, ducky," he presses a kiss atop your head, allowing you to seek comfort as you anchor yourself to him, wrapping your legs and arms around his figure like a sloth. Another softer laugh escapes him. He caresses your back soothingly, then says, "I've got a glass of water and aspirin right here. You should take a drink first, okay? You'll feel much better, I promise."
No response. He begins to think that you've fallen asleep on him, when your eye opens just a crack, "Do you promise?"
"I'd never lie to you, ducky." He hands you the tablets and the water, which you down in record time, somehow still parched after.
"Mmm."
"Better?"
"Ewan... do I smell pancakes?"
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"Okay, so..." you mumble through a mouthful of pancake, struggling to form the words. "Tell me again, how exactly did last night go?"
Ewan chuckles, tightening his arm around you as you sit side by side on high stools by the kitchen counter. He gently nudges a glass of orange juice in your direction, already anticipating your needs. "You really want the full recap?" he teases, brushing a crumb off your cheek.
"Yes, hubby," you reply, grinning despite your headache. It’s part of your little game—Husband and Wife for a Day—a title you both use when one of you is down for the count, the other taking on the doting spouse role with unwavering commitment. This morning, Ewan's all-in: he's made breakfast (dinner, really), restocked your aspirin supply, and even personally carried you from your bedroom to the kitchen.
"Alright, ducky." He leans in, resting his chin on his hand as if he’s settling in for a long story. "Last night, you insisted that you could outdrink Rhys, and wouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise."
You groan, hiding your face in your hands. "Please tell me I won, at least."
"Well... you didn't," he laughs, rubbing your back. "But it was brilliant. And when you got tired, guess who carried you back here?"
You peek at him through your fingers, feigning a scowl. "Fine, I admit it. You make a pretty solid husband."
He leans back, feigning deep offense. "Pretty solid? You wound me," he says with mock drama, hand on his heart. "You should be singing my praises."
"Oh, should I?" you counter, grinning despite yourself.
Ewan's smile softens as he leans in, close enough that his voice drops to a gentle, teasing murmur. "You should. After all, it is a husband's job to make sure his wife is fully taken care of. Right?" His thumb lightly traces a path along your shoulder, sending a shiver up your spine.
You raise an eyebrow, trying to ignore the quickening beat of your heart as you hold his gaze. This is just part of the game, you remind yourself. "Fully taken care of?" you echo, barely able to hide your grin.
He nods, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "You know, satisfied. I wouldn't want to leave any duties… unfinished," he says, the last word thick with implication.
For a moment, the teasing fades, replaced by a warmth that's both familiar and exhilarating. Ewan's gaze holds yours, a silent invitation sparking in his smile.
You lean in playfully, a teasing smile dancing on your lips as you aim for a quick kiss on Ewan's cheek. But just as you're about to close the distance, he unexpectedly turns his head. In an instant, your lips meet his—slightly chapped yet soft all the same, lingering there for a heartbeat longer than intended.
Ewan freezes, his eyes widening slightly, and you both pull back simultaneously, confusion etched on your faces.
"Wait—were we still playing the game?" he asks, his brow furrowed, as if trying to dissect the layers of what just happened.
You blink, your heart racing as you try to steady yourself and keep from simply bridging the distance and kissing him again. "Y-yes, weren't we? But then again..." You fail to sound unaffected, a nervous catch clear in your voice.
Ewan stares at you for a moment, his expression a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something that feels like realisation. "I mean, I was just… you know, being the 'husband.' But then you… actually kissed me."
"Right," you reply, mirroring his bewildered expression. "But I was... I was aiming for your cheek. You moved suddenly and—"
"Right. Right, I did move."
Silence hangs between you for a moment, both of you trying to find your footing. It feels as if the playful banter has shifted into something more serious, and yet, both of you are still processing what it all means.
"Ducky, I... I love you?" Ewan finally says, a shy smile breaking through the confusion, his eyes softening as he looks at you.
You let out an incredulous laugh at the absurdity of the moment. Did you even have a hangover? It seems as if that sensation has been effectively replaced by whatever this is. "Are you... are you asking me or—"
"I love you."
"Oh, Ewan."
"You don't have to say anything if you're not ready," he adds quickly, his confidence wavering. "I know this is sudden—"
"No, wait," you interrupt, your heart racing as you search his blue eyes. "I'm not not ready. I've just… I didn't expect you to say that now.
"And... I love you too. I always have."
His expression shifts from uncertainty to pure elation, and without another word, he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It's deep and raw and passionate, igniting a spark you both had tried to ignore. The world around you fades away, leaving only the heat between you, the soft press of his body against yours.
When you pull back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you catching your breath. "Fuckin' hell," he murmurs, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "That's a much better reaction than I was expecting."
You smirk, feeling the thrill of the moment course through you. "Well, consider me impressed. But I think we might need to up the ante here, hubby."
"Is that a challenge, baby?"he asks, his voice dropping an octave, filled with a promise that sends a thrill through you.
"Maybe," you tease, your heart racing as you lean closer, letting your lips barely brush against his. "I just want to see how far you're willing to go to prove you’re worthy of this title."
Ewan's gaze darkens with desire, and he moves even closer, his hands finding your waist, coaxing you to sit on top of his thighs. "You have no idea how far I'd go for you," he murmurs thickly.
Your breath hitches as you feel the heat radiating from his body. "Oh really? Care to show me?"
"Absolutely," he replies, his lips colliding with yours in a fervent embrace, his hands traversing your sides in a way that betrays the insatiable hunger he feels.
Your last remaining shred of restraint peeks through, and you push him back slightly, your eyes locking onto his. "Are you sure about this? I mean, this isn't just a game anymore."
"I'm sure," he replies, his expression nothing if not determined. "This is what I want, ducky. All of you."
You can't help but smile at the sincerity in his voice, but a playful challenge flickers in your eyes. "Then you better prove it. I want you to take care of me, just like you promised."
Ewan's lips curl into a devilish smirk. "Oh, I intend to. You just wait."
With that, he leans in again, kissing you with an intensity that makes your knees weak. His hands explore your hips, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt, and you shiver at the roughness of his hands. You respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in his dark blonde tresses as you deepen the kiss.
Suddenly, Ewan pulls back, breathless, his pupils shot black, and his lips slick from you. "How about we take this to a more… proper setting?" he suggests.
"Lead the way," you whisper, feeling a thrill of anticipation.
Once inside your bedroom, Ewan turns to you, his gaze smoldering as he closes the door behind him. "Are you ready, baby?" he asks, a query of both of lust and sincerity.
"What are you waiting for?" you reply, reclaiming the space between you, and kiss him again.
"Oh, my heart,” he murmurs between kisses, his lips trailing along your jawline. "Now you'll get to experience what it really means to be Mrs. Ewan Mitchell."
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Househusband pleasure dom Nananmi :3
contains: fem reader, daddy kink, oral (f!r), fingering, squirting, rough, hair pulling, praise, dirty talk, masturbation(m)
MDNI
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Househusband!Nanami loves doing the dishes for the both of you after you finish eating the extravagant dinner he made the two of you. He especially loves it when you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, freely groping his chest and abs under his shirt as he scrubs a plate with a sponge. "Mmmm," You hummed against his back, closing your eyes are you relished in the feeling of his rock-solid body. "You okay honey?" He asked in his saccharine-sweet tone, his deep voice seeping into your ears and sending chills down your spine with just a few simple words.
"Yeah.. jus wanna go lay down with you." You confessed, rubbing your cheek against his neck. "I'm almost done with the dishes my love, why don't you go get ready for bed and I'll meet you there?" He replied, smiling at your neediness. "Who said anything about going to sleep?" You retorted, poking your head out on the side of his body to look at his face, a mischievous smile gracing your features, his dark eyes locking onto yours when your pretty face came into view.
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"Mmm.. such a pretty clit, look at how she's throbbing for me." Your husband cooed. He had you laid out on your back, a stack of pillows under your head to make sure you were as comfortable as possible while Nanami spoiled your cunt. "Nanami.." You blushed, embarrassed at the way he was talking to your pussy like it was a person. He looked back up at you under his lashes, his eyes clouded with lust.
"Don't be shy baby, I see your little hole crying for me, it's okay to like this." He comforted, spreading your folds apart with his fingers so he could get a better view of his second meal. He licked his lips watching your swollen little clit twitch under his gaze before he dragged his eyes back up to yours. "You gonna let daddy take care of you?" He asked the nickname he called himself immediately setting your face on fire.
You nodded while he dropped his head down to your clit, shutting his eyes while he pressed a soft kiss to your clit, making your legs jolt around his shoulders, "Say it, sweet thing." Nanami asked. He needed you to tell him you needed it, needed you to call him that embarrassing nickname he loved so much before he tasted you properly. "Yes.. please daddy." You responded, pulling your lip between your teeth as you felt your face heat up.
"Good girl." Nanami cooed, snaking his hand between your thighs he softly rubbed your clit with his middle finger, watching intently how your cunt reacted. "So fucking cute, barely even touchin' her and she's drooling all over," Nanami whispered, moving his hand away once more to wrap around your thigh again. He hoised you towards him, scooting you down on the bed a couple inches so he had better access to you.
"Kento.. need you." You whined, threading your fingers through his soft hair, pushing his bangs out of his face in the process. He scrunched his eyes together, tilting his head against your thigh as he kept his eyes glued to yours. You knew what you did wrong. "D-daddy, I need you, please touch me." You corrected. A proud smile appeared on his face before you felt a soft kiss be pressed into the skin of your thigh, making goosebumps spread across the skin.
Nanami finally leaned in, kissing your clit sweetly once more while keeping his hooded eyes on yours before he took your clit into his mouth, letting his eyes fall shut. "F-fuuck-" You whined breathlessly, tipping your head back into the soft pillows. "Mmmm.." Nanami hummed against your clit at your reactions. He sucked the little bud between his lips, his tongue meeting your clit between them he poked it and flicked at it with the soft appendage and sending delicious stimulation through your body.
Nanami shook his head back and forth against your wetness, he knew how much you loved when he did that. Your hand dug into his hair, gripping the strands as he ate you out with fervor, his eyebrows scrunching together as he focused on bringing you the most pleasure possible. "Oh my god Na- Daddy fuck- R-right there~" You whined, your chin dropping to your chest so you could watch him work.
The sight immediately sent butterflies fluttering to your stomach. You were so lucky to have such a handsome man as your husband, especially one as handsome as Nanami. His sharp nose rested right above your clit, occasionally touching your folds when he shook his head side to side messily. He pulled his mouth back, the bottom half of his face coated in your wetness as he slid one of his hands under you and started teasing your entrance with a thick finger.
"You want me inside you?" He asked, teasing his finger against your little hole, just barely pressing against it, making your entire body feel like it had been set on fire. Nanami had such a filthy mouth it drove you crazy. "Please daddy please, wanna feel you inside me." You begged, nodding at him, your face plastered with your arousal.
"Keep your eyes on me, don't look away. Wanna watch your face when I put my fingers inside you." He instructed, making you nod hastily at his instruction. He looked down briefly to watch his finger rub along the length of your cunt, the tip of his finger teasing your clit before he dragged it back downwards and caught it on your tight hole, slowly pressing his finger inside you.
He licked his lips, his jaw falling open in a small o as he watched your cunt swallow up his finger easily, getting about halfway in before he looked back up to you. Your expression was the same as his, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, jaw slack, breathing paused as you took in the feeling of his finger inside you. "Ohhh-mygod~" You wined, fighting the urge to snap your thighs shut around his head.
"Feel good?" He asked, slowly pulling his finger out to the tip before he screwed it back inside you, watching your face intently. You did as he told you, keeping your eyes on his, no matter how bad they wanted to roll back in your head. "Yes-yes fuck-" You wined. "You want more? Want me to fuck you harder? Hmm?" He asked teasingly, starting to curl his finger when he pressed it to the hilt inside you.
Your clit was throbbing with the need to feel his lips wrapped around it again. You nodded, moaning wantonly when he immediately sped up the pace of his finger, fucking you with the single digit roughly, your face screwing itself in pleasure as you looked away. Normally he would've chastized you for not listening to his instruction, but he just wanted to spoil you today.
He hit a sensitive spot inside you, zeroing in on it when he realized it was making you feel extra good, your ankles crossing over his back when he hit it. "This spot feel good? Right here?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he roughly fucked his finger into your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "Fuck- yes- right there oh my god-" He was spoiling the hell out of you, and you were eating it up.
He groaned, watching your body jerk and shake at his ministrations. Pulling his finger out to the entrance of your pussy he pressed a second finger in, pressing in faster this time, giving you little time to adjust as he roughly started fingerfucking you. "Oh she's so wet, you hear how loud your pussy is sweetheart? She want my tongue too?" He asked, already knowing your answer.
"L-let me feel your tongue daddy" You begged, your eyes finding his once more as you watched him drop his head down between your legs, sucking your clit back into his warm mouth. Nanami was so hard in his pants, he had steadily been rocking his hips into the bed from the moment he pressed his finger into you, unable to excape his imagination picturing it was his cock inside you instead of his fingers.
Your cunt was dripping around his fingers, your arousal pooling on his hand and down the insides of your thighs, making a mess on the bed. His tongue only made things worse too, he could constantly feel gushes of arousal leaving you from his ministrations. He noticed you had started to squirm around on the sheets more frequently, almost like you were trying to excape his tongue.
"You wanted this right honey? Why are you trying to get away?" He mumbled agaisnt your cunt, his dark eyes watching yours as you thrashed on the bed. "I- I-its so much D-daddy-" You whined between moans. Something was coiling itself deep inside your gut, something more intense than your usual orgasms. Nanami had made you squirt before, but only once, on your honeymoon, you had forgotten what it felt like so your body was trying to excape the unfamiliar feeling now.
"Talk to me." He mumbled, the vibrations from his voice sending delicious stimulation through your cunt, making your eyes cross and roll back in your head. "I- I think I'm gonna squirt-" You rushed between heaves, trying to keep your watery eyes on Nanami to ground yourself from the intense stimulation. You swore he picked up the pace of his fingers against your g-spot when you said that, a long groan spilling from the man between your thighs at your confession.
"Do it." He mumbled into your cunt, trying not to pull away for long so as to not ruin your building orgasm. "I cant fu-ck I cant It feels so-" You were cut off by Nanami's tangling his finger with yours that gripped into the bed sheets. He wanted to tell you it was okay, he was right there just let go, but this would have to do for now. "Okay- o-okay," You stuttered, nodding down at him.
He kept his eyes on you, his insatiable tongue licking at your clit and occasionally dropping down to taste some of your juices that leaked around his fingers. "Daddy I'm cumming-" You cried, digging your nails into his hair and the skin of his hand alike. Nanami groaned feeling you tug at his hair, the sting of your sharp nails sending chills down his spine, his hips humping into the bed harder at the additional feeling.
He was humming into your cunt, encouraging you when you tipped over the edge. Quickly abandoning the hold he had on your hand he pulled his mouth away from your pussy when he felt you start to squirt around him, using his fingers he quickly rubbed back and forth along your clit, side to side, making your cum squirt all over the sheets, some getting on his chest. "Oh good girl, good fucking girl, squirt all over daddy~" He cooed, watching your seemingly neverending orgasm wrack through your body.
He wishes so bad you were cumming around his cock, you squirting was a rare treat after all, it had nothing to do with Nanami's technique really, after all, he was amazing in bed, it was just how your body worked. "Let it out, I got you, doing so well for me." He continued praising, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt as dramatic squelches echoed around the room from how much you were leaking around him.
When your body relaxed against the sheets once more, it signaled to Nanami he needed to stop his ministrations so as to not overstimulate you. He slowly pulled out his fingers, watching how your cunt twitched in the after-shocks as you breathed heavily atop the bed, your arm placed over your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.
Nanami couldn't take it anymore, his cock was throbbing with the need for his release, and the confines of his pants were far too tight and uncomfortable for his linking. He rubbed his hand along your thigh, petting the skin there as he rapidly unzipped his pants, sliding them down just enough to pull his neglected cock out.
"Sorry honey, "I-I'll take care of you in one second I just.. have to cum." Nanami said through heavy pants. Your husband used the hand he had fingered you with; still coated in your juices; to wrap around his cock and start rapidly jerking his cock between your legs, dragging his eyes all over your body as he used the beautiful sight in front of him to get off.
You slid your arm off of your face at his unexpected confession, you thought he was going to fuck you or ask you to suck him off, something at least. The last thing you were expecting to see was His hand rapidly stroking himself, pre leaking from his tip as he stared down at your messy pussy, his mouth agape and eyes scrunched together in pleasure as he got off. "Baby, you could use me," You let him know, wrapping your legs around his thighs and squeezing to emphasize your words.
"D-don't wanna hurt you, you just came so hard.." He groaned, tipping his head back, "This w-wont take long." Nanami was always so thoughtful, but you really wouldn't have minded helping him, after all like he said he did just make you cum an inch from seeing the pearly gates. His eyes were screwed shut as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, using your sweet flavor to push him to the edge.
The sight of your husband jerking off from how aroused he got eating you out sent butterflies fluttering around inside you. "Fuck- fuckkk-" he groaned as the first warm spurts of his cum shot out and landed on your cunt, some of the long ropes hitting the bed sheets below you, and decorating your tummy. You watched with an expression similar to his as his body jerked and shook with his high, pleasures moans falling from his lips as he rode out his orgasm.
His head tipped down when he started to come down, his eyes taking in the mess he just made on your already ruined cunt. He took his softening dick by the base and pressed it against your folds, smearing his cum around your pussy, creating lewd wet sounds to echo into your ears. "So pretty." He whispered under his breath, pressing the head of his dick to your clit, making them kiss.
You giggled at his infatuation with your cunt, your hand coming up to pet the side of his face, snapping him out of his trance. "Let's get cleaned up." You suggested, watching him smile and nod before he leaned down to kiss your lips, mumbling against them how much he loved you.
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avcdgrdn · 2 months ago
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── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part four ]
[ part one & part two & part three ]
mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader
tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw
word count: 1531
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it took you about a half hour to get ready.
okay, maybe you spent a solid five minutes screaming into a pillow, but that’s besides the point.
descending the staircase of the inn, you emerged in the lobby, dressed up and dreamy. stan pines has spent years perfecting his poker face, but when he laid eyes on you, he couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping.
he was so glad that he gambled on a ‘yes.’
“sweet moses.” he breathed, rubbing his face with one hand before taking another good, long look at you.
“how do i look?” you carefully pushed a stray hair back into place, glancing expectantly at your flabbergasted date.
“like you fell from heaven.” a smug grin grew on his face. he was smitten. “i’d offer you my arm, but you look too perfect to touch.”
his charm was working wonders on you. you chuckled softly, rosy cheeks hinting at the feelings that raged within. “i’m far from perfect, you know.”
he held out his hand to you, his voice low. “not in my eyes, doll. i call you angel for a reason.”
you took his hand, and he led you out to where his car was parked. he made a point of opening the passenger side door for you, shutting it after you were situated and coming around to the driver’s side.
you could faintly smell the cigarette smoke that stubbornly clung onto the car, but he had totally cleaned up the interior, having crammed all his things into the trunk and scrubbed away troublesome stains. there was even a small pine tree air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.
“i hope y’like the place i picked. it ain’t much, but i figured it’d be nice.” starting the engine, he snaked his arm around the back of your headrest, looking over his shoulder as he reversed out of the parking lot and made his way out onto the road. you could feel yourself practically buzzing with excitement and curiosity, smiling and folding your hands in your lap.
it was about a five-minute car ride, and neon lights illuminating the bustling cityscape made for a nice view. you found yourself pulling into the parking lot of one of the nicest restaurants in town. wait a second …
your brows rose. “stan, this is—”
you were cut off as he shushed you, waving his hand dismissively. “don’t even think about it. don’t worry about it. just let me do this for ya, alright?”
“but—”
his hand gently pushed your mouth shut from underneath your chin, tilting your head towards him. “it’s my turn t’ be the nice one. ya got it?”
all you could do was silently nod your head. you wanted to question how much this was costing him, but it was obvious that he didn’t want you to know that.
a moment later, you walked into the restaurant, and a waiter led you to your table. sitting down across from stan, you looked around the place, fascinated.
“you know, i’ve always wanted to check this place out, but i’ve just never had a reason to.” you smiled, returning your focus to him. “this is exciting!”
“oh yeah? huh, musta been a lucky guess.” he sighed, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at you.
the waiter came around, and you placed your orders. stanley could barely take his eyes off you the whole time, and they stayed just as glued in place after the waiter left.
“so, i’m gonna cut to the chase …” he paused, fidgeting with a fork on the table, never breaking eye contact.
“... i wanna know everything about you.”
you felt your face heat up. he was staring at you with a lot more intent than he had the last time you’d gone out to eat together.
“you do? … everything?”
“you heard me.” his tone was soft, but serious. “whatever you’re willing t' share, i’ll gratefully take.”
your heart beat louder in your chest. this man genuinely wanted to get closer to you.
“well … my mom is a schoolteacher, and my dad works for the bank.” you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “i’ve always been told i’m good at hosting people. i think that’s sort of what inspired me to open an inn in the first place.”
you continued to infodump about your life, your passions, and whatever else came to mind. stanley was loving every single second of it. he’d occasionally pipe in with a comment on something you’d said, but for the most part, he just gazed dreamily, leaning his head against one hand.
the conversation kept on going throughout the meal, and the two of you took turns talking while the other took a few bites of food. you hadn’t spent quality time with someone like this in so long—you’ve only been worried about minding the inn for the past few years—and you found that you were totally captivated by him.
you wanted to stay like this forever.
after swallowing a mouthful of food, you met his warm brown eyes with your own. “hey, stan?”
“hmm?”
“how long are you staying for?”
he paused, setting down his utensil and straightening in his seat.
“i mean … i wanna keep doing this with you.” your voice was quieter. “getting to know each other, just … talking. but … i know your stay with me is probably temporary …”
his bit his lower lip for a moment, looking down. the bill came, and he scribbled a signature, handing the waiter a few folded bills along with the receipt.
“let’s head out, yeah?”
“okay …”
the car ride back to the inn was silent, save for the ambience of surrounding traffic and the low hum of the radio. there was a certain tension hanging in the air.
pulling into the parking lot, stan put the car in park, taking the key out.
“look.”
he shifted in his seat, turning his body towards you. nervously, he reached one hand out, placing it on your arm and capturing your attention.
“i’ve been walking a tightrope for what feels like forever. and … i don’t know if i’ll get the privilege of keeping you in my life.”
your heart skipped a beat.
he took a deep breath. “i know damn well i don’t deserve you. hell, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. when i’m with you, i feel like i can be appreciated by somebody …” he swallowed a lump in his throat.
“... nobody has ever made me feel that way before.”
tears welled up quietly. he clenched his teeth, fighting to keep his composure, but ultimately failing.
“i … i had no … idea how much i needed that. how much i needed you.”
a single tear rolled down his cheek, succeeded by another … and another. he was choking the words out.
“i … know we haven’t known each other that long, but … do you … feel it, too?”
there was desperation in his voice, in his eyes.
it was as if he were asking for a miracle.
tears were already clouding your vision. turning in your seat, you gently wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, which he quickly returned.
“i feel it too, stanley.” you murmured, biting back a voice crack as you felt the tears falling. you just squint your eyes shut. he held onto you even tighter, as if he was afraid that you would disappear.
“hah … so i’m not crazy …” he laughed weakly, sniffling and pulling his head back to look at you. his thumbs gently wiped the tears from your face. his touch was so delicate … almost reverent. “i knew there was something between us.”
you sighed quietly as he held your face, smiling upon hearing his laugh.
your next words escaped your mouth before you could process it.
“i love you.”
stanley’s eyes went wide.
“you … what?”
“i … i lov—”
you didn’t get the chance to repeat yourself, as he had leaned in and pressed his lips against your own.
stunned at first, you gradually returned the kiss, letting your eyelids shut on their own. it was sweet and sincere, as if it held the meaning of a thousand words.
after a moment, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.
“i love you, too.”
he shifted closer to you, moving his head to rest on your shoulder as he pulled you into another hug.
“please … no matter what happens, please promise me you won’t ever forget about me.”
“oh, stan … don’t say that. i couldn’t forget you, even if i tried.”
his strong arms tightened around you even further. you could feel his heartbeat through the rise and fall of his chest, and it lulled you into a trance.
“... my love. mine.”
he kept mumbling vaguely into your shoulder, refusing to let go of you. you smiled to yourself, bringing your hand up to his ponytail and undoing the hairtie so that his mullet fell loose.
and for the next half hour, you ran your fingers through his hair while he clung to you like a magnet.
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[ part five ]
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papaya-twinks · 6 months ago
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I love ur lando smut fics, and idk if u do a lot of fluff but if ur willing to could u write about reader having to get a blood test done but she's scared of needles and feels like passing out and landos just there comforting her the whole time
Warnings: needles
Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader
A/N - Ty for liking my stuff but I do fluff all the time lmao
“But Lando,” you whined for the hundredth time as he shook his head. “But Y/N,” he mocked you back, “it’s one needle, baby,” he added, not taking his eyes off the road as he slowed round the corner. “Yeah, but it’ll hurt,” you crossed your arms, covering your face as he laughed. “Y/N, I’ll be with you, okay?” Lando said, parking into the designated area, undoing your belt, then his. “C’mon,” he opened your door. 
“Lando,” you whispered, walking into the hospital, hand in your boyfriend’s as you followed him down the hall. “‘sup baby?” he asked, opening the door of one of the doctor’s offices. “Don’t wanna do it,” you said, making him groan. “Get it over and done with, okay, pretty?” he said, smiling at the doctor as you hid behind him like a child. “Hi, Y/N, right?” the doctor said, gesturing for you to sit on a chair, Lando sitting onto the floor. 
You nodded, the doctor picking up the needle. “it’s just a vaccination, it’s gonna be easy,” she said, smiling at you as you gulped. “Does it have to be that big?” you asked, there was a solid five inches on that thing. “Not all of it goes in,” the doctor said, kneeling down beside you. “Lando,” you shook your boyfriends shoulder, making him rest his head against your shoulder. 
“You’re gonna be fine, pretty,” Lando reassured you, hand on yours as you squeezed it softly. His other hand pushed your chin so you were facing him, the cold needle against your upper arm. “Fuck!” Lando cursed, your hand squeezing on his fingers as the needle sunk in, your eyes widening. “Jesus, Y/N,” Lando rubbed his had as the needle exited and the doctor pressed a plaster onto your skin. 
“Hurt me more then it hurt you,” you boyfriend wrang his hand as you flushed. “Sorry,” you shrugged, hugging him as the doctor left you together. “You good now?” he asked, smiling as you nodded. 
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bowdownperv · 6 months ago
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I’m obsessed with morning wood.. can we have more smut❤️ u find billy sat on the sofa not in a good mood so u try to seduce him since ur so horny… u sit in his lap kiss his neck and grind on him cooing him asking what’s wrong.He moans sm 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠. Eventually then he snaps out off it and fucks you on the floor degrading u for being so desperate. Idk I have lots of ideas if u don’t like thsi I’ll suggest others 🥰
18+ ONLY
One thing about Billy is that he can be a bit of an asshole when he’s in a bad mood; and he’s almost always in a bad mood.
“Hi baby, I’m home,” you said trotting over to your unamused boyfriend slumped on the sofa.
The asshole glanced up at you and nodded.
His eyes were glued to the TV screen in front of him with one hand lazily gripping the remote while the other was settled on his thigh. You walked over to him and lifted his arms up to place yourself in his lap, rubbing his broad shoulders.
“Why are you being such a grouch?”
“You’re in my way,” he said pivoting his head around you to see the screen. Despite his unamusement, you felt his bulge hardening up under your ass. At least his dick was happy to see you.
You dropped to the floor in front of him and rubbed his shins up and down.
“Come on…play with me,” you whined. Smirking as your fingers flicked the elastic waistband of his boxers.
He groaned.
“Babe, I’m trying to watch this. Can’t you see I’m fucking busy?”
Holy shit he’s an asshole. You were going to have to give him something far better to watch. Were you jealous of the TV?
You bounced to your feet and turned your back towards him. Your fingers unbuttoned your jeans allowing you to pull them down your legs extra slow. You made sure to bend over and put your ass on full display for Billy. Reaching back to cup your ass and jiggle it right by his frowning mouth.
Turning back to face him, a moan or two may have slipped out in the process as you undid the first few buttons of your shirt to showcase your cleavage.
You crawled back onto your boyfriend’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your hands played with his hair making your tits bounce right in his face. You grinded on his cock and moaning at the feeling of it poking into your folds. For once since you got home today, he stopped complaining.
“I’m so fucking horny right now, Billy.”
“Touch me Billy,” you were begging. “I know you wanna touch these tits—touch my pussy—put that big, hard dick inside me.”
The man was mute. The only part of him recognizing your presence was the now solid rod between his legs. You grinded on it harder. Loving the friction of it rubbing against your clit.
You mind filled with an imaginary montage of him fucking you angrily, wet, and sloppy. How good it would feel to be thrown around and have Billy take all his anger out on your cunt. How good it would feel to finally cu-
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck Billy,” you were practically screaming as you came all over his lap. Leaving a wet stain on your panties that leaked onto his shorts.
“What the fuck, babe? You’re that horny you’re gonna cum all over my lap and I didn’t even fucking touch you?”
He looked pissed off.
Before you even had a chance to speak, Billy grabbed under your arms and set you down on the floor. Pushing your head to the floor and your ass in the air, he yanked off your panties and rubbed your swollen, wet clit. You gasped and squealed.
“If you’re gonna act like a slut, you’re gonna get fucked like a slut.”
You looked over your shoulder and watched him take his dick out of his shorts and tap it over your folds. With a brave, teary eyed face, you groaned:
“Fuck me, Billy.”
His fingers dug into your ass as he plunged his cock inside you. You squealed like a fucking animal when he bottomed you out.
“This what you want, huh? Daddy balls deep inside your pussy fucking you for being such a little brat?” He smacked your ass making it jiggle.
“Fuck me harder, Billy! Fuck me like you hate me!” you screamed as he yanked you by your hair pulling your head back as he slammed into you.
Billy was grunting loudly behind you as his hips slammed into you like a machine. His balls punched into your skin so hard they left red marks.
Billy was dragging you across the floor by your hair into his cock. Your forearms were burning red from carpet burn and your ass was red from him smacking it. Your mouth wouldn’t shut no matter how hard you tried. You were squealing and moaning involuntarily from your stomach. Your pussy already bruised and swollen from Billy’s cock forcefully tearing into it. Not giving it anytime to accommodate to his size. The walls of your pussy losing their elasticity as he fucked it mercilessly. Tears began streaming down your eyes from the pleasure as you whined.
“Daddy finally gives you his cock and you wanna cry? Can’t take the cock you fucking begged for?”
“Please Billy—fuck!—i’m gonna cum!”
“Make that little pussy cum baby. Show me how much you love my cock fucking destroying you.”
Billy unleashed one hand and rubbed it on your swollen clit. Only making you cry harder. Your pussy was visibly red from the overstimulation.
“Oh, fuck, fuck fuck I’m cumming!” you screamed squirting all over his cock and abs.
He smacked your pussy with his two fingers and brought them to his mouth. Pulling your head back so he could look into your eyes while he tasted you.
“Taste so fucking good baby. If only you weren’t such a brat daddy would make you cum more often.”
“Please daddy, I need your cum.”
You reached your arm back trying to grab his dick with your hand.
“This what you want, baby,” he asked stroking his dick with his hand. “Want daddy to fill that tight little cunt up til its overflowing?”
“Yes please! Fuck me, cum inside me!”
“I don’t know sweetheart,” he sighed. “When you act like such a brat it makes it hard for daddy to want to cum inside you.”
“Please,” you were begging. “I’ll do anything. I’ll be a good girl just give me your cum! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Don’t say sorry to me baby, say sorry to my cock you were desperately humping on earlier before cumming all over it.”
He turned you around to face his wet cock.
“I’m sorry!” you quickly said before he slid it in your mouth making you shut up.
“Okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna use his cock to teach you to behave, alright?”
You nodded frantically with his cock still tucked between your lips.
“Now, you’re gonna be a good girl while daddy uses your mouth as his fuck toy. And you’re gonna be quiet, okay?”
“Mhm,” you hummed slobbering all over his cock.
Billy grabbed onto your ears and pulled your face Ito his cock so your nose was brushed up against his pubes. You could barely breathe. His cock visibly protruding from your throat as held your head against him balls deep. You looked up at him with tears streaming down your eyes and saliva pouring out from your mouth and around his cock. Billy looked down at you and smirked, pinching your nose shut so you were forced to suffocate.
"Pathetic thing, aw," he cooed patting your cheek.
“You’re my little slut, huh? Daddy’s gotta stuff his cock in your mouth to train you to not be so needy.”
Billy unplugged your nose and pulled out as you gasped desperately for breath, wiping your mouth.
"I'm not done with you yet, slut," he demanded. "Lay on your back with those pretty tits hanging out."
You did as he said. Scared of what the consequences would be if you didn't.
"Thatta girl," he praised. Billy kneeled down in front of you so his cock was hanging over your head leaving a shadow. It looked absolutely giant and intimidating.
"You're gonna earn daddy's cum, alright sweetheart?"
You nodded slowly. Scared for what was to come.
Billy chuckled and wrapped his hands around your jaw. Forcefully dragging your whole body up into his cock. You gagged uncontrollably with waterfalls of spit pouring out your mouth and onto the floor.
"Good, good girl," he chanted.
Your lips let out tiny shrieks. Drowning from his cock and your own saliva. He time he pulled you by your head into his lap, he'd give you an evil smirk and sometimes even blow you a taunting kiss. Sweat from his forehead dripped down onto you.
"Oh, fuck baby," he cursed out. His grip on your jaw getting tighter and his thrusts sloppier. You could feel his cock pulsing in your throat demanding for release like a kinked hose.
Your hands slapped the floor desperately. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Pleasure and pain mixing into one lust-filled concoction.
"Almost there," he soothed. As if he was trying to comfort you from the pain he was putting you through. Your breaths were fast and shaky. Falling apart bellow him only gave him more power. Only made him want to cum harder.
"Shit!" he bawled out. You felt one string of cum shoot down your throat, shortly followed by several more, each seeming stronger than the last. Billy quickly pulled out as he watched you squeal and squirm with his creamy load pouring out your mouth. He couldn't help but flash a devilish smile when watching you suffer with a throat filled with his cum. Billy stood up proudly and marched towards you, still on the ground, with his softening cock swinging between his legs. A drop of pre cum hitting you in the face as he walked. You expected him to pull you up, comfort you, help you get cleaned up. Instead, he ended up in the same place he was when you first found him: On the couch with the TV remote in his hand.
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forlorn-crows · 26 days ago
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@askingforthesun told me to write camgirl AU so . . . (doesn't write any actual camming, just the part where sugar daddy aether has become camgirl dew's boyfriend instead and dew is Feeling things)
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“You wanna tuck in for the night? I can set up the—Dew? You okay?”
Aether pauses in the kitchen archway, looking over at him with the corner of a towel halfway jammed in his ear. Dew sniffles hard, jumping a little. Rubbing the sleeve of Aether’s borrowed (stolen) hoodie over his eye.
“Yeah, uh. Fine,” he lies. He is decidedly not fine. Staring back at him from a little basket on Aether’s fancy butcher-block island is a few packages of his favorite spicy instant ramen. Something he’s only mentioned in passing, and only consumed exactly one time in front of his boyfriend in the middle of the night. And there it is just . . . sitting there. On Aether’s counter. In Aether’s nice-ass house. Ramen that his boyfriend bought specifically for him and put out on the counter when Dew told him he wanted to come over instead of bringing Aether back to his not-shitty-but-certainly-not-as-nice-as-this-house apartment for the umpteenth time. 
God, why can’t he stop staring at it, and why does it make his chest so tight?
“Sweetheart,” Aether says softly, suddenly closer. Dew can smell his shampoo, sandalwood and citrus. His hands are damp-warm, smoothing over his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
Dew shakes his head, willing that overwhelming feeling to evaporate along with the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. “I—” His voice breaks, and immediately he’s fed-up with himself. He curses under his breath and wipes at his face again, grumbling. “You,” he clears his throat, “you bought my favorite ramen.”
Aether hovers, unsure. “Yeah, I did.”
Dew sighs, his shoulders slumping on the forced exhale. “No one’s, um. Ever done something like that for me. Before.” Fucking shit, he’s really going to cry.
He can feel Aether let go of the breath he was holding, relaxing against him. “Oh, Dew.” His arms wrap strongly around him, holding his arms close to his body as he tucks his face into the space between his shoulder and his jaw. Solid. Gentle. Nice. 
“Wanted to. Y’know, case you got hungry,” Aether mumbles, rocking them both back and forth slowly. He’s so effortlessly soothing, too kind for his own good. Dew doesn’t deserve it, but fuck, if he isn’t thankful he’s found himself here with him. 
They’re quiet for a long moment. Dew doesn’t talk, and Aether doesn’t push him about it. Just rubs his biceps with his thumbs and presses a tiny kiss or two to the side of his face. 
Once he starts to get restless in Aether’s arms, the older man hums and gives him a squeeze. “How ‘bout I make you some?” He offers, tipping his head to actually look at him. His smile is lopsided, far too charming. “And we could watch a movie? Or you can tell me to fuck off, and you can have my big bed all to yourself?”
God fucking dammit, this man makes him feel too many things. 
He dares another glance at him from the corner of his eye, and his expectant look makes Dew bite back a smile and roll his eyes. 
“Make me two,” he attempts to pout, crossing his arms with a sniff. He bounces his leg and looks at Aether again. “Please,” he mumbles. 
“‘Course, baby boy,” he smiles, squeezing him tight and kissing him on the nose. But then, a pause. “Well, uh, you’ll have to tell me how you like to make it. I don’t wanna make it wrong. Can’t have that.”
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synthetickitsune · 1 year ago
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S.Coups (Seventeen) | Earrings fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader A/N: i now kinda wanna write this for all members?? askdhsk in other news, i'm trying to get used to wearing earrings lol
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“Come here, come here, come here…!”
You know once he starts calling you like a distressed pet owner trying to get his baby to come to him that you’re in trouble. And here you thought you were being discreet. 
So you, of course, play into his little roleplaying session and speed up your walk to the fridge, ditching it at the last second to walk all the way to the couch instead. You mean to only pick up your phone real quick when suddenly there are arms around your waist and your back meets a solid chest. Naturally you turn your head, only to be met with Seungcheol’s lips already pursed in a pout and his eyes conveying more about how betrayed he feels than words ever could.
“I can explain,” you sigh, slightly more defensive than you perhaps should be, and turn in his hold to put your hands on his shoulder, rubbing the tension away without any results.
“Why are you wearing Joshua’s earrings?” your boyfriend says, not swayed in the slightest, “What about mine? I got you those, didn’t I?”
“All of you got me a pair, I have the whole set,” you roll your eyes. A big perk of dating your boyfriend - free merch. 
“Yeah, so why Shua’s? I haven’t seen you wearing mine yet,” he insists. You could tell him a white lie, but you know that’s not gonna work right now. 
“Cheollie, you know these are more my style,” you tell him gently, “It’s nothing personal.”
“Oh, it’s very personal to me,” he grumbles, glaring at the offensive pieces of metal in your ears, “And you haven’t offered to change them for mine yet.”
“Babe…” you whine, your head lolling forward to rest on his shoulder. You can feel when he barely stops himself from kissing the side of your head like he always does. He’s not quite so successful in restraining himself from pulling you closer. 
“You really haven’t…” you can hear the pout deeping in his voice. And it’s cheating, the way he murmurs it right into your ear, his voice deep and full of feeling.
“I never thought you’d ever order me what I should or shouldn’t wear,” you tease, “I’m not changing my earring because you’re being sulky.”
He huffs, leaning his head against yours with a long and dramatic exhale. He rocks you from side to side and you’re now sure if you’ve won or if he’s thinking about a comeback. 
“But you like mine more, right?” he mumbles, “Like they mean more to you. You will take better care of them and never lose them, right?”
“I’ll take the best care of them. I’ll cherish them my whole life,” you rub your cheek against his shoulder, or maybe you just shake your head and he happens to be close enough. Either way, he can never win against you being cute for him.
“Good, then I’ll allow this,” he nods, brushing his fingers against your ear towards the earring. 
“You know, I think you just want your name on me somewhere,” you hum, eyes closing in satisfaction when his fingers move into your hair and rub gentle circles over your scalp.
“I wouldn’t hate it,” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. And some part of you likes it, likes how possessive he could get, but most of your heart melts just imaging his sparkly heart eyes upon seeing you finally wearing his earrings, with his name on them.
Maybe you’ll surprise him when he’s having a bad day. Or maybe you’re gonna tease him just a little longer.
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sonofarathorn · 1 year ago
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Use Me
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: Smut (18+). Mentions of Alcohol Consumption. Semi-Tipsy Sex. Thigh Riding. Unprotected Sex. Dirty Talk.  A/N: Breaking my writing drought with the horniest thing I've written in recent history. Like all good fics, this one started with a porn video. Hope you all enjoy.
I did my best proofreading, but I probably missed something. All mistakes are my own.
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You follow Bradley into his apartment building, giggling quietly as you stumble along behind him. His hand is warm and solid, his fingers tangled in yours. A steady guide as he leads you up the stairs and down the dim hallway past the other quiet apartments.
Your blood sings in your veins, dancing with the high buzz of a night out with friends. The whole night is awash with a shimmering silver glow. You can still feel the pulse of the music and the warm ocean breeze on your skin, and taste the faint salt and lime flavor of the three margaritas you had earlier tonight. 
You’d started feeling frisky half-way through your second one. Something about the salt and tequila had you eyeing up your boyfriend and slowly sliding your hand up his thigh. You’d seen his smirk and raised eyebrow out of the corner of your eye, but he’d made no move to stop you. Instead he’d continued on with his conversation without breaking a sweat, as if his girlfriend wasn’t feeling him up underneath the booth.
And really, how could you keep your hands off of him when he looked so good? Dressed in a fitted pink silk shirt with the first two buttons undone to show a golden chain resting atop the smattering of dark hair that covered his chest. Jeans so fitted it was like he was on a personal mission to ruin your life. And his hair, curling slightly from the spray of the sea. It was all too much for your tipsy self to handle. 
Things had carried on from there. You’d danced a little too indecently in the center of the dancefloor; your back pressed against his broad chest with his hands gripping your waist, controlling the grind of your hips. You threw heavy lidded looks over your shoulder, and Bradley answered them with lewd ones of his own. You could feel his cock straining through his jeans, so obvious through the thin material of your dress. At one point his hand slid up and under the back of the flowy skirt, toying with you briefly.   
Maybe that was the breaking point. The moment that had you abandoning the dancefloor at Mach 10 speed, dragging Bradley behind you. You hadn’t even bothered to give a flimsy excuse to your friends, almost certain they could suss out the true reasoning behind your sudden exit. 
You probably would have fucked in the parking lot if it wasn’t so crowded. Instead, you had to settle for heavy petting on the way home. One of Bradley’s hands gripped the steering wheel, the other sat on your thigh, pushing your dress higher and higher until his fingers rubbed against the lace of your underwear. Your hands were plenty busy as well, rubbing the stiff erection his jeans failed to hide. 
Now you’re back home in record time, watching the relaxed sway of Bradley’s broad shoulders as he walks in front of you. He stops in front of his door, and shoves his free hand into his front pocket to grab the house keys. 
“Gonna need this for a minute,” Bradley smiles and kisses the back of your hand before gently placing it back at your side.
Impatience flitters through your body as you watch him slowly sift through the many keys on his chain. Seriously, how many keys does one man need? He has to be doing this on purpose. Prolonging the search just because he knows it’ll make you squirm. 
“Hurry up.” You wrap your arms around his waist and trail your lips across his shoulder.
Bradley chuckles. “Someone’s eager,” he teases. 
“I wanna fuck my boyfriend,” you mumble, fingers trailing up and under his shirt to run along the length of his waistband. “That a crime?” 
He finally selects the correct key and pushes it into the lock. “Nope,” he says, but still doesn’t unlock the door. 
“Well unless you’re going to fuck me right here in this hallway, I suggest you open the fucking door.” You punctuate the request with a squeeze over his clothed crotch. 
“Bossy,” Bradley says and finally unlocks the door. “It’s kinda hot. Wanna boss me around tonight, baby? Want me to let you call the shots?” 
There’s a deep timbre to his tone now. The words are rich with desire. You feel his entire body rumble with it. You feel your own yearning slide through your body. Slow and heated like molten metal. It pools low in your belly, sending an ache through your cunt. 
Your clit throbs and you bite your bottom lip. “Inside. Now.” 
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pushes the front door open and pockets his keys. There’s a smirk on his face when he turns to face you. “Where do you want–” 
His question is cut off by the surge of your lips. You mold your body against his, holding him close with your fingers tangled in his hair. Bradley backs into the apartment and kicks the front door shut. His hands slide down the curve of your back, and Bradley grabs your ass, keeping you pressed firm against him as he teeters further into the apartment. 
You tease his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, lightly tracing the pink skin until his mouth parts in invitation. You moan quietly as the taste of him– faint traces of fruit from the cider he was drinking, a bit of mint from the Altoid he’d slipped earlier- greets you. His tongue slides against yours, hot and eager to taste you in kind. 
How many surfaces does Bradley press you against before deciding on the couch? There was the console by the front door, where he stopped only briefly so you both could kick off your shoes while he kissed and licked down your neck. The kitchen door frame so he could grind his hips against yours until you whined. Then he’d deposited you on the arm of the sofa, only to sink to his knees a moment later and bury his head between your thighs. Only then did he settle on the couch with you on top of him. 
You reach for his belt immediately, undoing the buckle and then popping the button on his jeans. In no time you’ve got a hand wrapped around his cock, and are stroking him slowly. 
“Not that I don’t enjoy where this is going,” Bradley groans, voice muffled by your tits as he presses open-mouthed kisses along the plunging neckline of your dress. “But what’s gotten into you?” 
“Three margaritas and my smokin’ hot boyfriend,” you say, twisting your wrist. 
He groans, and the pleasure-warped sound sends a jolt through your body. “Haven’t gotten in you yet.” Bradley chuckles, low and throaty.  
 “Yeah, well what are you waiting for?” You ask. 
“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do.” His smoked-whiskey eyes meet yours. “You’re calling the shots, remember?” 
You sit back slightly. “Take my dress off.” 
A grin slowly spreads over his face. “There you go, honey. Now we’re in business.” 
He gathers the skirts of your dress in both hands and slowly slides it up your body. The heat of his calloused fingers sends goosebumps rippling across your skin. You lift your arms, and Bradley eases the dress over your head and tosses it onto the ground. 
He tilts his head to the side. “And?” 
“And your shirt. I don’t want to rip the buttons accidentally.”
Bradley kisses along your jaw as he unbuttons the shirt with steady fingers. “You like the shirt?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders out of the silk and dropping it on the floor near your clothes. 
“Love it. I want you to wear it again.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. 
He grins. “You got it, babe. What’s next?”
“Next, you kiss me,” you whisper and slot your lips against his. 
Bradley’s mouth devours you, hot with a passion that makes you dizzy. His hand trails up your body to cup your breast. His fingers slip past the lace of your bra and flick at your nipple until it hardens. You grind your hips down onto his thigh, gasping against his lips when your clit catches on the rough material of his jeans. 
“Fuck, baby.” Bradley breaks the kiss to watch your desperate movements. “Look at you all worked up. All because of me and that fucking shirt?” He asks and fits his other hand against your hip to guide your stilted rhythm.
You nod, head tilting back at the delicious friction. Your toes curl as the fierce heat of pleasure overtakes your senses. You’re greedy with it, chasing after the spark that will set the smoldering flames ablaze. You get closer to it with every desperate rock of your hips. 
Bradley leans back against the cushion. “That’s it,” he murmurs encouragement. “Get yourself off on my thigh. You’re so fucking hot.” 
You whine, nails digging into his shoulder as an anchor. “Bradley.” 
“I’m right here, honey,” he grins up at you. “Keep going. Make a mess all over me.” 
Shivers wrack your body, and something akin to fire rushes over your skin. The beginnings of something heady and sweet swells within you. You rock your hips steadily, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, intent on reaching it. 
Bradley’s mouth charts a wanton path over your skin. From mouthing at the pulse point of your jaw, to a chaotic, sloppy zig zag down your throat. His tongue darts out to taste the salt on your skin, the perfume dabbed in the hollows of your collarbone, until he reaches the barrier of your bra. 
It’s off in seconds, clumsily joining the growing pile of clothes gathering at the foot of the sofa. The tip of his tongue traces the swell of your breasts. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin, teasing goosebumps and blood to the surface. Then his warm lips chase the sting away, pressing soft kisses over the secret blossoming marks. 
You cry out when his mouth closes over your nipple, sucking and gently biting. You arch into his touch, a silent plea for more. Your orgasm so close, you can almost taste it, sticky and sweet, in the back of your throat. 
“‘M close,” you whisper, fingers gripping Bradley’s shoulders like a life raft. 
“That’s my girl. Come for me, baby,” Bradley mumbles against your spit-slicked nipple. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Wanna see you come all over my thigh. Give it to me.” 
Your head tilts back further, a silent moan on your tongue as the end rushes up to meet you. When you come, you come hard. Tiny peals of pleasure fall from your lips like a prayer. Gratitude and joy wrapped up in quiet moans and whimpers. 
Bradley groans, watching you with hungry eyes. He takes in your every move. Each flutter of your eyelids, every twitch of your lips. The slack of your jaw, perfect lips shaping the syllables of his name over and over again. The way your body shudders as hot pleasure takes over. 
You slump against his chest, boneless. Your chin rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath. 
“Goddamn,” he whistles. “I love watching you come.” The hand on your hip slides down to where your body is joined. His fingers swirl around in the slick mess pooled between you. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” He holds his fingers up to the light.
You blink, suddenly a little bashful about the growing wet patch on Bradley’s jeans. You avert your gaze, but Bradley clicks his tongue and shakes his head. 
“Look,” he says again, and this time you do. “That was all you. My perfect, gorgeous girl.” He brushes his thumb against your damp cunt and you groan. “So fucking wet. I can’t wait to be inside you.” His damp fingers wrap around his stiff cock. “What do you want, baby?” 
You gently wrap your fingers around the gold chain hanging around his neck, and pull him closer to kiss him briefly. “Take your pants off,” you whisper when your lips part. “And then, I’m going to fuck you.”
Bradley must set a world record for how quickly he manages to get those jeans off and onto the floor. It’s a wonder you managed not to fall off of the couch. 
You settle on top of him again and slide your panties to the side. You knock his hand out of the way and stroke his dick slowly. The groan Bradley lets out when you slowly sink down onto him borders on painful. His jaw flexes and he breathes deeply through his nose. 
“Jesus,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking tight. Feel fucking incredible.” He wraps his large arms around your body and holds you as close as he can. 
You whine at the stretch as you take him completely. You set a leisurely pace, allowing you and Bradley to just feel each other. Letting the heat build in your chest and well over. Your breathing slows, matching the steady up and down of Bradley’s shoulders. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and you can feel each of his dewey, warm exhales on your skin. 
“Just like that,” he whispers, his voice tight with the last remnants of his self-control. “Fuck me, baby. You do it so well.” 
That sets you off. You abandon the slow rock of your hips and fuck him desperately. Your hips meet his in a sloppy rhythm. It’s a race towards the finish, towards satisfaction. You lean back, balancing your hands on Bradley’s knees in search of that angle that’ll have you seeing stars.
“Right there, right there, right there,” Bradley groans through gritted teeth. “That's right. Take it, honey. Use my cock and make yourself come. Wanna feel you dripping all over me. Shit.” A long, drawn out sound as your cunt squeezes around him, making his hips buck up to yours. 
“Fuck, it’s so good,” you whine. Your nails dig shallow marks down his chest. 
“Yeah. I know, sweetheart. I know.” He presses his thumb against your clit and rubs in time with the sloppy grind of your hips. “Wanna come, don’t you?” 
“Yes.” You nod. “So bad.”
“Whatever you want. It’s all yours, baby,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His jaw clenches, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s so close to the edge. And you’re millimeters away from it yourself. 
You squeeze your eyes shut and concentrate on the slick circles he thumbs against your clit. Warmth bursts low in your belly, growing ever brighter with each needy roll of your body. Between the thumb on your clit, and the gruff praises Bradley whispers, you’re wrecked. Shattered. Barely hanging on to your sanity. 
“Gonna come,” you whimper. 
“There’s my girl. That’s it, baby,” Bradley praises, making your stomach flip. “Let go for me.” 
Your thighs grow taut, legs trembling around his waist as you reach the blissful peak. You fall against Bradley’s chest, but he’s right there, sturdy and strong. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as his hips fuck up into you, shoving you deeper into the throes of passion. 
“Fuck, honey. Shit. Feel so good when you come.” Bradley’s right behind you, coming inside you with a strangled groan. His grip on your body so tight, you know you’ll have some bruises on your hips tomorrow. 
You melt into his arms, body lax against his as your heartbeat resumes a normal pace. 
Bradley nudges his nose against yours and kisses your lips sweetly. “You good?” He asks. 
“Better than good. On Cloud 9, actually.” You run your fingers through his hair and play with his damp curls. “Feel free to wear that shirt more often.” 
He laughs. “Oh, I will. Especially if it’ll lead to this.” Bradley smacks your ass. 
You give him a smirk. “I never stood a chance. You know what they say about giving a woman margaritas.” 
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months ago
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Can I request one where Lampert and reader were friends with Kasper aka infected before he got well infected, basically the reader kept hanging out with infected and ended up getting infected too and they end up going to Lampert because they are still them atleast for a bit. angst definitely but you could make it have a fluffy ending
"I put more tape on those posters, Kasper. I'm sure Poptart will turn up soon."
"Thanks for doing that, bro. But...who's that?"
"Huh? Poptart is-"
"No, "Kasper". Isn't he like...the friendly ghost or somethin'?"
"Um..last I checked that was your name."
"Nah I'm pretty sure it's Infected." Kasper, or rather "Infected" as he apparently started calling himself, just shook his head before turning back his computer. He was in the midst of a gaming session, the round beginning as he tried staying focused.
You, on the other hand, just sat on the beanbag chair in his room, confused as all hell.
Ever since he caught that weird virus and brought it back to the apartment...it seemed to be getting worse. It began as a common sinus infection that made him lethargic, with half the stuff he was saying nearly indiscernible. He denied being sick enough to warrant a doctor visit, though, and figured it'll eventually pass.
And as his neighbor and best friend, you thought that giving him space was the best thing to do until he felt better.
At some point, you noticed a gradient creature with an unpleasant color scheme wandering in the dark alleys and down the hallway. It never spoke a word, making you wonder why it was here or if Kasper's illness had something to do with its appearance, but not even he was sure about it.
Then Poptart, his beloved cat, went missing a few days later. He knocked on your door crying and panicking the following morning, clearly scared out of his mind as he woke up to find its food bowl untouched.
That led you both to believe someone kidnapped the poor thing, so together you put up missing posters around the apartment complex, hoping somebody knew their whereabouts. Kasper had his suspicions that the gradient might've had been involved, but as off-putting as it seemed...you couldn't accuse it of anything without solid proof.
Last time you saw Unpleasant, it went onto the elevator, so god only knows what floor it could be on now.
Until it came back, you decided to stay with Kasper and look for Poptart, making sure nobody tore down the posters.
At the current moment, however, as you watched him game, you were a bit grossed out to see the pink snot dribbling from his nose--but when he raised his arm to rub it on his sleeve, you saw something even more alarming:
Pink-checkered textures covering part of his skin, briefly glitching before they vanished.
You got up from your seat and approached him, tapping his shoulder. "Kasper? I saw something weir-"
"I need to focus--oh no, no, no, N0!! My str34k!!"
You froze for a moment, concerned by the stark change in his voice--as though it was ran through a bitcrusher--before frowning as you saw him staring at his screen now, shoulders slumped at the "Defeat" message displayed across it.
"Awh man..." He whined, now sounding somewhat normal.
"Sorry, but..I just wanna be sure you're okay. At least keep a tissue handy, my guy. You're getting it all over your setup." Your eyes surveyed his desk for anything that could be a good tissue substitute--besides magazines.
"I told you, bruh, I feel fi...ah...ahhhCHOO!!" Kasper turned to sneeze directly onto the floor, where a few tiles began flickering pink...before you saw that same checkered texture from before.
But your gamer friend, totally unaware, just turned to stare you with a biggest grin on his face. "See? My sinuses are clear now!"
Then he sniffled again, sulking as his nose betrayed him.
"Look, this virus is turning into something bigger. It's gone beyond a small sinus infection." You huffed. "A virus wouldn't make you forget your own name. A virus wouldn't turn your carpet into that." Pointing to the glitchy texture that showed up, you made sure he was looking at it.
He blinked. "I did that?"
"You need a doctor, Kasper. And I will drag you to one if I have t-"
"For the gazillionth time, that's not my name!!" He suddenly snapped, punching the desk with anger you've never seen before. "It's "Infected"! How have we been friends this long if you can't even remember my ####### n4m3?! $w34r 1'll b4n u fr0m my lif3 if y0u d0n't st0p!"
You stared at him in shock, taking a step back as you saw his fist nearly glitch through the desk.
What was happening to him?
Did the virus force him to call himself "Infected"? Was it making him refuse to accept any help?
You had no idea, and it was scaring you.
"...s0rry.."
"It's..fine-"
"N0. It isn't.." His shoulders slumped again and he looked down at his hands, wondering what was wrong with him. "I...I didn't m34n t0 3xpl0d3 0n y0u. I..I just..."
Then he trailed off, staying unusually silence for several long moments.
That gave you an idea. You had to test something.
"Hey, just amuse me for a second...do you remember this guy?"
Infected raised his head, watching you pick up the picture frame that sat beside his computer. It was photo of him and Lampert--the living lamp robot you two met at ROKEA years ago.
Ever since the day he came to life, you three were the best of friends, always hanging out on each other's floors, trading stuff, making friendship bracelets, and playing games. You and Kasper were the ones to introduce Lampert to all the cool things the world had to offer..and inadvertently turned him into a bit of a germaphobe once he discovered things like sickness.
Still, you three did everything together. The day you took that picture was most memorable--especially the embarrassment of realizing the arrows on their shirts were facing opposite directions, which you only realized after the photo was developed and printed.
Oh, well.
Then after Kasper got sick, Lampert's been keeping his distance, and oftentimes things became tense in the elevator when the former didn't cover his mouth when sneezing or coughing.
But now that his infection was worsening, you weren't sure if the lamp would wanna see him anymore.
Or even...if he recognized the person in the photo at all.
You could tell by the way he took it from your hands and stared at it for some time, eyebrows furrowed with confusion, that he was starting to lose his memory.
"This l4mp dude..I think..I've s33n him on th4t elev4t0r.."
"We've known him for years, Kas. You and I..pretty much brought him to life." You frowned, worried that he was starting to forget him..
How long will it be before he forgot you, too?
"Don't tell me, after everything we've done together, you're forgetting about him--about us."
"I..I...I w4nn4 r3m3mb3r..but..." His hands began trembling, which you were oblivious to as your frustration began to rise once more.
"But nothing. You have to try. Forget your infection and think to when we last saw him. Where were we going?"
"..I don't...kn0w..."
"Yes you do. Who was in the elevator with us besides us three?"
"I h4v3 n0 id34..st0p it.." His voice shook.
"Kasper. You need to-"
"ST0P S4Y1NG TH4T N4M3!! Y0U'R3 N0T H3LPING!!" He shouted, and in that same moment the frame glitched, becoming covered in checkered textures. It felt like a sharp pain that pierced his hands, causing him to yelp and drop it to the floor, where it turned back to normal after it cracked.
You scrambled to pick it up without thinking, afraid he'd cut himself if he tried getting it, only to turn it over and discover that the photo inside was now ruined.
Kasper's face had been ripped out, as though the virus was trying its hardest to erase him and make him believe he had this random picture of some guy and a lamp robot for no reason...
'It's destroying everything he touches..'
Then your attention went to your fingers, which have turned pink. You gasped and quickly put the frame down, staring at your hand in horror.
It was already spreading to your wrist.
"W04h! A-Are y0u 0k4y??" Infected jumped out of his chair on instinct, unsure of what to do but wanting to help in some way.
But the moment he reached for you, you stepped away, clutching your wrist and scowling deeply at him. "Stay back! Now you got me infected, too, you jerk!"
"......I....I-I didn't m34n it.." His voice trembled, sounding more and more broken up as tears filled his vision. "I'm s0rry...I'm...s0 s0rry. I sw34r..I-I'm n0t d0ing it 0n purp0s3." Clutching his arm, he fidgeted with his sleeve, looking down at the ground in shame. "I'm sc4r3d, [y/n].."
Slowly, but surely, your gaze softened upon realizing how hurt he looked, and the fact that your insults weren't helping matters. You knew the risk to hanging around him when he was sick, so....how could you blame him?
Even he didn't know what was going on with him.
"I...I'm sorry for yelling. I know you didn't mean it. It's alright. We can see if Dr. Retro knows anything about this. She might have a cure or some medicine."
"......"
"Ka--Infected.."
He perked up, seeing you stepping closer. You knew there was no use in keeping distant from him now, since you caught the sickness, too.
With a small sigh, you patted his shoulder. "I'm not mad, okay? It's my fault for touching that picture frame. But I promise..we'll find a way to deal with this. I'll try to remember stuff for both of us...that is..if it doesn't also take my memor-"
He abruptly flung forward to wrap his arms around you, crushing you in a hug. Despite him sniffling like crazy (and feeling sweaty and gross), you returned it, letting his head fall against your shoulder.
He needed this.
You can't even remember the last time you two hugged, or did any of those cool handshakes he taught you.
"You know we'll have to tell Lampert, right?"
"Mhm.."
"...you want me to tell him?"
"Y34h.."
"Okay, next time the elevator comes, I'll hop on it." You patted his back, already sounding congested yourself, but you tried to ignore it.
Instead, you dread what you're gonna say to Lampert.
'He's gonna be pissed...'
...........
3008.
No, the Regretevator didn't have 3000 floors, but that's what Lampert's home floor was called anyways.
You weren't here to ponder why it was given that name, as the doors opened and you stepped out into a familiar place. A place you'd almost call a "second home".
Unfortunately, you were almost rudely pushed to the ground by some of the occupants--all who were rushing into the depths of ROKEA to find him.
Whoever made the rules apparently decided that should be the "objective" of this floor. But you knew where Lampert liked to hang out best, somewhere only you and Kasper would be able to find him.
So while the players scurried around like rats, racing against the clock, you headed straight to your friend, hoping you'll get to explain yourself without him freaking out.
As expected, you found him standing perfectly still among some lamps, switching his light off after realizing it was only you approaching. "Hi, [y/n]." He greeted with a small smile. "Any luck finding Poptart yet?"
"No." You shook your head, absentmindedly tugging on the glove that covered your arm. "Kas has been worried sick, but I put fresh tape on the posters..so...we'll see if that little kitty turns up."
"I hope so, too. Say..what's with the gloves and mask?"
"Oh these? Um-"
"Were you just cleaning up his apartment with those?" He asked, before sighing and shaking his head. "I hope you changed them. Otherwise they're just as unsanitary as-"
"No, no. I wasn't cleaning. I just...just..."
Your nose began to feel itchy.
Lampert just raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
"I..just..ah...HI-CHOO!" Turning away immediately to cover your sneeze, you were grateful that this place didn't allow it to echo through the air...otherwise you would've easily given away your location.
But after hearing him gasp, you looked back to see him take a huge step away from you, scowling. "Y-You're sick?! Why did you come here?!"
"That's what I was getting to. I...I just wanted you to know that I....caught whatever Kasper had." You briefly removed your glove, revealing the pink that was now almost covering your entire forearm.
Least to say, he was mortified. "No..what do you mean you caught it?? I told you not to hang around him until he felt better!"
"I thought he was getting better..but he's not. It's worse than we realized."
"Well are you surprised?" He scoffed. "He refuses to see a doctor and doesn't seem to care if-"
"It's the virus itself, Lampert. It's taking over his mind."
"...what do you mean?"
"He can't even remember his own name. He got angry and told me to call him "Infected". And even worse? He's...forgetting about all the stuff we did together. He could barely even remember you."
"That's...impossible. An ordinary virus wouldn't give people amnesia!"
"That's what I said, too. But..this clearly isn't ordinary. I was gonna go visit Dr. Retro. If she catches this in the early stages, maybe she can figure out some cure for it. But..I-I just didn't know how fast it would spread. So..." You sighed. "..I wanted to see you first. Just in case I end up forgetting about you, too...which I hope doesn't happen."
"I...understand, but you really should've went to her first." He simply responded, still in utter distraught as he stared at you.
As though you were the disease itself.
Why did this have to happen to his two best friends?
Did some higher being just...hate him specifically? All because he's a little wary of germs?
"I'm gonna go there next." You nodded, making sure the mask was snug on your face, but in that same moment, you heard somebody shout that they found Lampert, and you huffed. "Well shit..guess you gotta come, too."
"As long as you keep your distance, that's fine. Nobody else got sick from you, right?"
As much as his question hurt a little, it was a reasonable one to ask. So you just shook your head. "No. I'll stay in my corner and you can stay in yours."
"Fair enough. I just hope it's not too cramped.."
Nodding, you both headed back towards the elevator, keeping a good amount of distance between yourselves.
There was a time where you would've been walking side-by-side with him and Kasper, sometimes linking arms and bumping shoulders (which even the lamp tolerated back then), and you hoped that maybe one day..you'll be able to go back to that.
For now, though, at least he was willing to share a lobby with you and talk about what's been going on at ROKEA just like old times.
So this virus didn't completely ruin your friendship yet...not that you planned on allowing that to happen.
No way.
You'll find a way to beat this.
You had to.
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iwaasfairy · 1 year ago
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omg atsuko… i miss that little incest demon 🫶😭
GiRL YOU AND ME BOth I missed him so much I miss his stupid smug face and his attitude and his clinginess and I !!! AgHDJFJFJ hang on I wanna give you a little snippet I scrapped from a fic of his ♡♡♡
tw mom x son incest, dubcon, possessiveness
The weight on you is much too heavy. The brief nap is therefore interrupted without an apology when you groan and try to free your arms from under his muscular chest. At your movement he breathes a soft laugh into the top of your hair, and squeezes you into a solid hug. “Hmn, you remember when we used to cuddle like this every afternoon?”
“That was-” you huff, and one of your arms make it out just enough to pet down his curly head of hair and between his shoulders “before you outgrew Tooru. Ahg- Atsuko, you’re too heavy, get off-”
Instead of listening, he chuckles and just turns his face towards you, and hovers that smiley, cursed mouth just a breath away. You could struggle. You could try to get out from under him. But he’s got that glint in his eyes that’s basically daring you to try, so the best you’ve got is to stare him down instead. And your boy just raises a brow, before sliding one hand up your shoulder to hold your throat. “Ohhh, am I? Poor you.”
He leans down to kiss your lips slowly and too deeply, enjoying dragging his tongue along yours as you wiggle, and then sits up halfway to allow you room to sit up. But before you can slide out of the couch, his large hands wind around your waist, and one hand hooking under the elastic of your panties, he turns you around and pulls you right back into his lap— his lips rosy. “C’mere. I haven’t gotten to -hm.” He cuts himself off by grinding his hips up against you, and forcing you to hold steady on his stomach. “-let me see your tits. Please.”
“Ko—,”
He doesn’t wait before sliding his hands under your loose comfy shirt and pulling it up over your head, rubbing himself against you as he moans. “Come on, dad’s not gonna be home for hours, and I’m hard just thinking about it.” He is. The flimsy athletic shorts are doing nothing to hide the feeling of the heat of his center against you, or the twitching of his hard cock as it is rolled along your slit. “Got hard seeing you,” he takes one tit into his mouth for a few seconds, before switching to your mouth to moan, “laying here with no bra, moaning my name-”
“I wasn’t,” you quickly breathe back, trying not to whimper as he takes your other tit and rolls the nipple along his teeth, making you jerk against him.
“You so were, mom.” He lifts you a little to push the damp cotton of your panties aside and instantly starts rubbing two fingers in lazy circles over your clit, and then smiles. His mouth is back on yours and swallowing down an embarrassingly needy moan and you— cant help it, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. “I know you like me most. That’s why you always get so fucking wet.” He pants in between kisses, sliding thick fingers through the mess and opening you up. “Makes that pretty pussy so sloppy and I haven’t even- taken out my cock yet, hm? You want my cock to fill you up?”
That dirty mouth doesn’t stop, not even when he starts kissing down your neck in sloppy, possessive kisses— tracing marks he definitely left on purpose last time too. Your pussy feels so hot and needy, and you don’t fight it when your body longs to chase after the touch to sit down onto his fingers when he slides them into you with a satisfied hum. “Mom.” You left your boy pull back to pull his shirt over broad shoulders too, and ignore the look he gives when you rock yourself down onto his touch with tiny whimpers. “Mom, take out my cock, c’mon. You’re dripping all over my shorts, and I know you want to moan my name.”
“You’re so— agh- f-fuck-” He hoists you up onto your knees to suck a trail of sloppy kisses down your tits, and rubbing impatient but good, such good, motions over your needy clit— before using his free hand to shove his own shorts down his thick thighs. Your pussy clenches when he rests his face against your midriff, and fucks two long fingers into you until you drip down his hand, and the touches grow more teasing.
When he looks up he has that smug smile again though, and long lashes cant hide the amusement at your tense look, biting back moans. “I’ll help you, like the adoring son I am. Here, see?” He takes his cock to brush it along your messy slit, the head glossy and flushed as the thick, heavy length seems to get even more hard by the second. And with his pants halfway down his legs, he looks at you before patting his thigh. “Say ‘thank you, baby’. I can make you say my name when you’re getting fucked— you can’t help yourself, right?”
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snippychicke · 1 year ago
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It's Just Business-- Part Two
Ya'll have seen that gifset of this man's smile, right?
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Addicting.
Fandom: One Piece (LA mainly)
Rating: Teen so far
Pairing: Sanji/Reader
Warnings: No real warnings, but god, I hope you like pining
Summary: You felt like you had known Sanji forever, considering your family had been the main merchants Zeff used to supply the Baratie. You had a small crush on him, but knew it was hopeless considering you were the one woman he didn't seem to pine over. 
It was fine. Or so you thought until you ended up on the Going Merry as a bookkeeper and supply manager. Being around him 24/7 was a lot more difficult than just a few days a week.  
(Please note 》°《 denotes a scene in the past while -*- will be a regular scene break. Because yeah, I like my non-linear story telling.)
Masterpost | Ao3
Voyage 
You had been raised on a ship. Solid land was unnatural to you compared to a swaying wooden deck. And you were well aware Sanji was the same, except one crucial thing: the Baratie was free-floating for the most part. Sailing and navigating had not been a large part of the chef's education. 
And looking at Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp, you had your doubts it had been theirs. None of them struck you as experienced sailors. "Do any of you know how to sail?" You bluntly asked as you watched them prepped their ship to leave the Baratie after Nami. 
You definitely hadn't followed Sanji down to the docks, your stomach in knots because he was leaving the Baratie. And joining the upstart pirate crew that had both fought the legendary Mihawk and the infamous Arlong. It didn't bother you. You weren't worried at all. 
It was bullshit and you were fuming underneath all the fear you couldn’t shake. There were too many emotions that it was far easier to just bottle them up and focus on the problem at hand.
As you suspected - and feared - none of the men looked completely confident as they shrugged their shoulders. "Kinda?" Was the general consensus between the three men you didn’t know, which is not what you wanted to hear. 
You looked at Sanji, who had already stepped onto the deck. But he was hardly helpful considering he simply shot you an impish smile as if he knew what you were thinking and was all for it. The look in his eyes was virtually daring you. 'Come on. You know you want to.'
Granted, you weren't even sure what you were doing. Or why. (You did, you just didn't want to admit to it.)
You groaned as you rubbed your forehead. Men. "Okay, follow up question. Do you even know where Arlong's base is?"
Luffy lightened up at that question, giving you a moment of hope. "I don't, but Binky does!"
Binky?
To your horror, the wanna-be pirate captain led you along with the others into the cabin where a black bag sat on a table. Before you could even question what was going on, Luffy pulled a decapitated head out of that bag. "Bendy knows where Arlong is, and will tell us as long as we get his body back!"
You had a moment of severely doubting Luffy’s sanity before the head moved. And spoke, glaring up at Luffy. "The name's Buggy. Not Bendy, not Blinky, Buggy."
The only reason you didn't fall over or bolt was Sanji's arms suddenly wrapping around you as soon as you screamed, pulling you close in an attempt to reassure you. 
"WHAT THE FUCK!" 
The clown's grin grew, amused by your reaction. "Hello to you too, gorgeous. You boys didn't waste any time replacing the redhead, did ya?"
"She's not replacing Nami," Luffy stated firmly, which was at odds with his smile. "But she's going to help us rescue her, right?" 
Rescue. Right. Because that is what comes jumping to your mind when you heard Nami apparently left with the towering fishman of her own volition, as well as a map to the Grand Line. Why was no one else freaking out over the living bodiless head?
"She's one of the best sailors I know," Sanji said, his grip tightening slightly around your waist. "And could punt your head off the deck like a ball if you insult her again." 
Oh. You felt a blush rising to your cheeks despite yourself. "And she is right here and able to talk for herself. Besides, I know where the Conomi Islands are, it's just that most avoid it like the plague since Arlong took over." Including yourself. Because you liked living.
Gods only know why. 
-*-
Which is how you ended up as the in-term navigator of the Going Merry, and seriously considering jumping overboard after just a day of sailing with the Strawhat pirates.
Luffy was both obnoxiously optimistic and bullheaded. It probably wouldn’t be too awfully bad if he wasn’t determined to find out what your dream was, and the fact he was absolutely certain you were now part of his crew. 
You never agreed to anything of the type. You just didn’t want the idiots - mainly your idiot - getting lost at sea. 
Zoro was decent on his own, except he was also being rather bullheaded for an idiot that was just on death's door days earlier. Either he was green with seasickness, or from the combination of blood loss and pushing himself too far. And then there was the fact that when he was around Sanji the two were constantly moments away from throwing punches. Well, kicks and swinging swords, to be more accurate.
Usually you would instantly be on Sanji’s side, but considering Sanji was currently smitten with Nami you were about ready to take one of his skillets and knock some sense into him as well. 
You knew he flirted with girls. Ever since you were both teenangers, he'd been a massive flirt with every female-presenting person that walked through the doors of the Baratie. Every week you heard the stories that were romanticized by Sanji, incriminating from the rest of the crew, with the truth probably somewhere in between.
But you had never seen it up close like this. Usually it was an hour or two at kost before he moved on to the next. 
Nami was beautiful; there was no denying that. You had met her briefly while you helped Zeff stitch Zoro up - being a merchant meant pirate attacks, which meant first aid was a necessity to survive - and you could get why he was infatuated. But god, it made you ill to hear Sanji be as determined as Luffy that she had done nothing wrong and was incapable of being a traitor. You weren't jealous. Not at all. Nope.
Then there was a talking head of Buggy that was thankfully usually handled by either Zoro or Sanji. And actually, Usopp was pretty decent other than either being a compulsive liar or just enjoying telling tall tales. Sailed the East Blue by himself? You called that bull within seconds of watching him trying to manage the sail. You'd be surprised if he had more than a week's worth of sailing experience.
-*-
You managed the helm, noting the direction of your trusty compass when a shadow fell over you. Your stomach twisted, hoping it wasn’t Luffy again asking how much longer. 
"Figured you could use a little afternoon snack," Sanji offered when you looked up, causing a moment of relief. There was no denying the warmth that filled your chest at seeing him, or to see an assortment of finger-foods --each more appetizing than the last-- on the small plate he offered.
"I shouldn't… I'm still pretty full from lunch." Yet they looked so good, and smelled even better. But god, you had eaten so much at lunch, far more than you usually did. One of the perks of having a chef aboard instead of deciding how much energy you wanted to expend on cooking. 
Sanji didn't seem convinced as he leaned closer so he could faux-whisper: "If you don't accept them, I'm pretty sure Luffy will inhale them before you get a second chance." 
Fair. The boy had an appetite more legendary and unbelievable than his gum-gum fruit abilities. He was thin as a rail, but you had seen him eat more than his own weight already.  
As if sensing your waivering judgment, Sanji picked up one of the treats and held it to your lips. You hope you didn't look as red as you felt as you hesitantly opened your mouth to accept. Especially when you glanced up at his eyes while you did so. It did nothing well for you seeing that pleasant faint smile on his face as he fed you, his fingers brushing your lips slowly and softly. 
"I'm glad you're with us," He confessed as he pulled his fingers away. "I'd hate to have to rely on a clown for directions." 
You smiled despite a full mouth, taking your time to enjoy your treat - and maybe enjoying watching him relax against the nearby rail, indulging in one of the finger-foods himself. Seeing him relaxed and set against the open sea, wind teasing his blonde hair was quite the sight if you were to be honest.
"Well, that's what friends do," you offered once.you were finished. "Back each other up even if the other is being incredibly stupid." 
His eyes narrowed though his expression was playful. Which did not help your heart fluttering any. 
Oh yes, this was a very stupid idea. On both parts. 
You were not going to join once they got their navigator back. No way. You couldn’t stand being around him day in and day out. 
》°《
You frowned as you saw Sanji leaning against the railing overlooking the main floor of the Baratie, the young teen looking like a love struck idiot. You adjusted the plastic tote of used dishes and silverware in your hip as you approached, looking over the railing.
A group of girls - probably a few years older than you - sitting at one of the center tables. Dressed in beautiful gowns, hair sleek and shiny, and all laughing as they talked amongst themselves. 
It had been the running theme since your parents left you in the care of Zeff while they sailed to Logue town for some convention - apparently not trusting you enough to take you to one of the largest cities of the East Blue. 
You weren't bitter. Not at all.
"You'll just make a fool of yourself," You sighed as you returned to clearing the empty table from the lunch rush, well aware of Sanji's eyes glaring holes into your back. 
"What do you mean by that?" He shot back as he followed you, setting out new dishes and silverware from his own tote. 
"I mean exactly that. If you go down there and even try to talk to them, you'd end up making a fool of yourself. They'll be laughing their heads off." 
"They would not," He defended hotly. "And I would not make a fool of myself. I'd be absolutely charming." 
You laughed at that. Stuck between a kid and a teen, Sanji was anything but charming in your eyes. He had reached a growth spurt, losing some of the baby weight from when you had met him, but now looked like a bean pole with gangly limbs. "Sure, Sanji. Be honest, you haven't even kissed a girl before. How are you going to sweep them off their feet if you have no idea what you're doing?" 
It was fun to watch him turn bright cherry red as he spluttered. "You haven't exactly kissed anyone either, I bet!"
You could feel your own cheeks brighten as you huffed. "That's besides the point! You're the one doing the fawning, not me." 
There was a lull of silence as you worked until the rest of the tables were cleaned and ready for the dinner rush. "You know," Sanji said as you both surveyed your work. "There's an easy solution to our problem." 
You frowned as you looked up at him. "Our problem? I wasn't aware we had a problem." 
There was a pink tinge to his cheeks as he avoided your gaze, itching his neck nervously. "The fact we've never kissed anyone." 
Oh. 
You blushed as you looked away. "I think that's more of a you problem, more than anything." Still, your stomach twisted with butterflies at just the mere thought.  Surely he wasn't implying what your mind was jumping to. 
"I'm just saying if we kissed each other, then that's one less thing to worry about." 
Nope, he was. 
Up until this point, that was something that you had never worried about. Yet here you were, questioning if that was something a girl your age should be worrying about. You hadn't been around a lot of other people in your age group, except Sanji really. 
Did those girls down there already have their first kiss? Were they talking about their boyfriends or girlfriends or whatever? 
You screwed your eyes shut, annoyed at the sudden onslaught of questions your own mind was coming up with. 
"Fuck it," You swore - your parents were going to regret letting you live on the Baratie for a few months because of your new colorful language. 
You sharply turned towards Sanji, grabbing his tie and tugging him closer to press a kiss to his mouth
 Well, you were aiming for his mouth, but being as flustered as you were, it was equal parts his lips and cheek. But it still counted, right? 
"There, happy?" You bit out despite the burn in your cheeks as Sanji stared at you. It didn't help that he looked as startled as you had ever seen him.
"Y-you…"  He stammered for a moment before his brain finally started to work, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "You call that a kiss?"
"My lips touched yours!" You defended huffily. "So yes, I do."
“That was not a kiss,” He argued. “At least, not one that counts.”
“Oh? And who made you the kissing expert?”
As if you weren’t feeling flustered enough, Sanji stepped closer as he cupped your cheek, pinning you with those light blue eyes of his. You couldn’t move as he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to yours. And, okay, it wasn’t bad, but you still didn’t quite see the appeal of it as he pulled away. Granted, the way your heart was pounding painfully in your chest didn’t help matters much.
“That’s a kiss,” He murmured after a moment.  
Your anger rose to protect your honor as you took a step back, “Same thing as what I did. Just slow, like yourself.” 
The soft expression on his face changed as he crossed his arms, “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?” 
You shrugged your shoulders, “I mean, it was nothing special.” Honestly, him touching you had made your heart quicken more than the actual kiss itself. It was nothing like the earth-shattering experience your books made it out to be.
“Let me try again,” He insisted, causing you to scoff. 
“No,” You stated, already turning away. “You got two kisses, that’s more than enough.” 
Sanji whined your name as he followed you back towards the kitchens. “C’mon. You’re practically saying I’m a bad kisser!” 
You smirked to yourself as you shot a look over your shoulder. “Well, I mean….” 
The stricken look on your face made you laugh. “I’m kidding, Sanji. It wasn’t bad. I just don’t see the appeal. You’re a playboy, so of course you’d like it. I’m just different from you.” “I’m not a playboy,” He huffed. “Finding women beautiful does not make me one of those. Once I find the one, that’s it. I just… have to find her, is all.”
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