#i’m serious please stop calling me spices

[milokissa707]

TBH it’s kind of sad to see this tag (Cajun) mostly being filled with food. Like I’m sorry we are more than just are food. Well food is one of the ways we have preserved our culture, acting like our food is the only thing we have left is a lie. There is so much more to the cajun subset of Louisiana Creole identity, as it is with all the other subsets of the Louisiana creole identity. We have festivals, music, artwork and handcrafts, folk lore and traditions, dances, and of course our  languages. To act like the only thing left of our culture is just food and the only thing we are is just food (I have told people I was Cajun-Creole and they’ve literally said “Like the spices”) imagine just doing that to any other ethnic group, it would be really weird and it’s still weird when you do it to Cajun and creole people. Or how often our creole identity is replaced with Haitian Creole, now of course we love our cousins in Haiti and the Dominican Republic, but as connected as we are, we are still different ethnic groups, this is especially a bad with creoles of colour and Cajuns of colour. That’s it that’s my little rant, we just want basic respect that’s it. Please don’t call my ethnic group spices.

[sturniolos-blog]

could u do smth like before they had kids (like their early marriage years) they got into a rlly bad fight cuz they both think that marriage is much amd isn’t for them (they even think to devorce) so they don’t talk a day or two but after that they’re somehow finding a way to make up (but like can you like rlly rlly angst i want to read blood sweat tears ahahahahha anyway i looove your stories they are the best!!!)

Do you still want me? - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - angst, arguing, swearing, sad but happy ending, mentions of a bad drinking habit, violence, Y/n going crazy

disclaimer: 3rd person POV, also i added Matt having a drinking problem to spice it up some more.

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9:20pm

“I don’t fucking know, Matt!” Y/n yells as her and her husband stand in the living room arguing with each other.

“You don’t know what, y/n? Huh!? You don’t know what!?” Matt yells back, his face red with anger.

“I don’t know if i can do this anymore!” Y/n tears up, taking a second to take a breath.

Matt lets out a huff, “God, what are you talking about, Y/n?!” He throws his hands up before he rubs his beard.

Y/n takes in a shaky breath, “T-the coming home late, the going out for hours at a time, the not telling me where you are and then calling me because you need a ride home. A-and it’s not even that you’re calling me that’s the problem it’s the being so drunk where you can barely walk that’s the problem, Matthew. When i met you, you were sober- a-and now i can barely find a time when you are sober, s-so am i the problem?” Y/n asks, her voice cracking.

Matt shakes his head, “No, of course not. I-i just- a lot has been going on with work. A-and the drinking..” Matt trails off, swallowing harshly. Matt picks at his nails as he shrugs, “I don’t know.. it’s not you though, baby. It’s not you.” He said, almost in a whisper.

Y/n nods. “I don’t know what to do anymore, all we do is argue now.” Y/n points out.

Matt scoffs, “All married couples arg-”

“Not like this!” Y/n yells, cutting him off. “Not like this, okay? So we need to fucking figure it out because I want you to be the man i raise children with but if you can’t handle being a husband then how in the hell would you handle being a father?” Y/n says, a tear running down her cheek as she sniffles.

Inside, Matt’s heart breaks, he feels it break, he feels it break at her words. She was right, and he knew that. Outside, he didn’t blink an eye, he looked at her, “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I won’t handle it, maybe i won’t handle anything anymore! I’m done, Y/n.” Matt says, his voice cracking slightly.

Y/n let’s out a soft sob, “Y-you don’t mean that, Matt. Look, please I just- i just want us to work through this like always-”

“No, Y/n. You’re right. I drink, i work, im not perfect enough for you.” Matt says, his face was serious, which confused Y/n.

“D-don’t blame this on me!” She yelled, motioning to herself, “I- i love you and I always have a-and i wouldn’t give up this easily but you clearly don’t care anymore. I-i mean do you-” Y/n pauses to take a breath, “D-do you still want me?” She stutters out, hot tears still streaming down her face.

Matt doesn’t say anything, looking down.

Y/n let’s out a heart broken sob, “I-i thought you loved me!” She cried, her hand going to clench her shirt, right where her heart was.

“I do..” Matt whispered, scratching his head and looking away.

Y/n shook her head, “You don’t a-and that’s fine n-now. I just- i thought i married the love of my life and the sweetest guy i’ve ever met but clearly that person isn’t here anymore.” Y/n sobbed.

Matt didn’t say anything once again, he sniffled, not making eye contact with her.

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want a divorce, and we’ll do it. As soon as possible.” Y/n says, taking a step closer to Matt.

Matt locked eyes with her for a second, “I want..” He stopped, “I want a-” He stopped again, choking on his own words, the words he knew he didn’t wanna say, but Matt was that stubborn.

Y/n let out a laugh, taking a step back, “You can’t. You can’t say i-”

“I want a divorce.” Matt said, making Y/n’s amused face drop.

Y/n scoffed, but nodded. She felt anger building up in her body, “Fine! You know what!? F-fuck this then!” Y/n looked around the living room, Matt watching with a confused look.

Y/n suddenly walked over to the coffee table, picking up the picture frame Matt and Y/n had taken on the beach right after they got engaged.

Matt’s eyes glanced from Y/n’s hand with the picture frame to her enraged face. “Wait, what are you-”

smash!

Y/n had threw the once glass picture frame on the floor, making it break and making chips of glass scatter.

“What the fuck?!” Matt yells out, taking a step towards Y/n.

Y/n let out a sob as she sniffled, looking down at the picture frame before her eyes lock on another frame on the wall, their first year anniversary of dating.

“Y/n, don’t.” Matt warned her, putting his hand out but that didn’t stop her, making her walk over and take it off the wall.

“You don’t want me anymore, Matt?” She scoffed.

“Baby, please-”

Smash!

Y/n let out another cry as her break down continued. Through their whole relationship, even before then Matt had thought he’d seen the absolute worst of her, but no, this was worse.

“Y/n, I do love you, please, stop.” Matt said, he was shocked, but he meant what he said.

Y/n looked at him and shook her head, her slowly making her way towards one in particular heart-shaped frame.

It was their wedding photo, the day they made their vows to each other. The day Y/n and Matt promised each other, to love each other through the good, and the bad.

“Y/n. Don’t fucking do it.” Matt said, almost wanting to grab her and pull her back.

Y/n cried as she took the frame off the wall, she stared down at it as seconds went by.

Matt waited, and waited, and waited some more for another sound of glass breaking.

But he didn’t.

No, all he heard was Y/n’s sobs and sniffles as she stared down at the photo, some tears making its way on the glass and running down to the point of the heart.

“Y-you said you loved me!” Y/n sobbed, slowly falling too her knees.

Matt ran over to her, taking her into his arms and holding her, taking the frame from her hands and placing it on the floor before she put her head in his chest.

“I’m s-so sorry, Matt. P-please don’t leave me, i can’t do it alone!” Y/n’s sobbed racked her whole body against Matt’s.

Matt had tears running down his own cheeks as his wife fell apart in his arms, “I-i don’t wanna l-leave you, Y/n. I’m not, i won’t.” He promised, holding her tightly.

Y/n’s sobs continued, her hands grasping onto Matt’s sweatshirt as her tears sank into the front of it, Matt feeling it on his chest.

Matt held her, his fingers slowly stroking her hair, this small gesture always calmed her down, the way it felt against her scalp, or how small and supposedly meaningless it is.

It always meant something to Y/n. Always.

As Matt’s fingers brushed through her hair, Y/n’s sobs slowly slowed down, and she slowly fell asleep.

Matt noticed this when she didn’t hear the racks of her sobs or the sniffles in between. He noticed this when her fingers that once had a grasp on his sweatshirt let go. And he also noticed this when he felt the tears stop.

He kissed her head, not knowing what to do as he looked around, looking at the glass that was shattered, the frames Y/n smashed.

He slowly lifted Y/n, picking his wife up and walking upstairs, walking into their shared bedroom, placing her small body on her side of the bed.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, and covering her with the quilt.

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9:34am

Y/n let’s out a soft sigh as she stretches, slowly waking up, feeling a comfortable mattress beneath her.

She rubs her eyes a sits up, not remembering how she got here as she looked around her and Matt’s room, taking note Matt wasn’t laying next to her.

A wave of remembrance came from last night, her heart panging as she remembered what Matt said to her, and what she did in response.

“Shit..” Y/n groaned, getting out of bed and slowly walking out of their room.

She then braces herself and walks downstairs, expecting to see the glass on the floor, and also not expecting to see Matt.

But wasn’t she surprised.

She made it to the bottom step and looked at the clean floor, no broken picture frames.

In fact, the picture frames were on the wall, just like they were before.

Was everything just a dream? God she hoped so.

Her thoughts got interrupted when Matt walks in the living room from the kitchen, smiling at Y/n.

“How do you feel, baby?” He asked her softly.

Y/n looked at him, pointing to the frames in the wall, “Did I-” She paused, not wanting to make herself sound crazy. “Did I uh- break those?” She asked, a confused look on her face as she did so.

“Yeah, you did. You remember last night, right?” Matt said, also a confused look coming on his face.

Y/n swallowed and nodded, “Yeah, i do, i just kinda thought it was all a dream.” She shrugged.

Matt shook his head, coming over and placing his hands on Y/n’s waist.

“It wasn’t a dream, no.” He said, his voice low but soft.

Y/n sighed, crossing her arms as Matt’s hands move to rub up and down them. “D-do you want to get a divorce?” Y/n asked cautiously.

Matt looks down for a second, “Of course not, and im sorry that i told you that. I just- i don’t know..” Matt shrugs. “But i do know…” He smiles, leaning closer to me, “I can’t live without you.”

Y/n nods, “Okay, so what next?”

Matt sighs, “I’ll stop drinking, i will not work so much, and i’ll work for this marriage. A-and when i get you pregnant in a couple years, i’ll be there for you and the baby, or babies..” Matt laughs.

Y/n groans, leaning forward. “God, i love you, Chris and Nick so much but i do not think I can do triplets.”

Matt leans down, kissing her softly. “You can do anything.”

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sorry i like starved you guys, i write like one or two words and then stop love you guys and thanks for the support

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[kingofpopmj]

Hello hi, I love your writings so much, (im new to this and wrote my first writing on here, not confident on it, but it’s okay!) I wanted to request if you could write a Michael x insecure reader? I’ve been feeling down lately, and not the best on my self-esteem, if you could do that for me, it would be very much appreciated! Thank you for all your hard work! :)))❤️❤️❤️

Hi!! ASH! My lil piece of perfection.

I love you lil brother 🫶🏻

I hope you enjoy this! Fingers crossed it makes you smile!

You'll Be There For Me, And Care Enough To Bear Me

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror after undoubtedly the worst day of your life. There was nothing that felt in your control. Everything felt so overwhelming. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on your breathing, but even that was exhausting. It just all felt like too much. On top of it all, you study the image looking back at you, the anger and hatred boils inside of you. How would anyone ever look at you and think you’re beautiful when you can’t even see it in yourself. Out of frustration, you snatched the mirror off the wall, holding yourself back from smashing it into the ground beneath you, instead turning it around and leaning it against the wall. You couldn’t handle looking at yourself another second.

“There you are.” You heard Michael’s sweet voice, quickly you dried the dampness under your eyes. The last thing you want is for him to see you this way. It would certainly push you even further over the edge. “A little birdie gave me a call, said you had a rough day. I thought I’d plan a fun little night for us and surprise you with some of your favorite things.”

“You?” You tilted your head letting out a weak laugh.

“Well, yes.” Michael showed you the biggest smile and his eyes dazzled in that way you loved. He threw his hands up, jokingly presenting himself to you.

“That’s very sweet of you.”

“But! It doesn’t stop there.” He ran off quickly, you could hear his excited laughter echo throughout the house. When he reappeared you couldn’t fight it anymore. This man had you smiling, forgetting what had upset you in the first place. “What do you think my sweet piece of perfection?”

Michael stood before you, holding a stack of your favorite movies, favorite candy, blankets and a bulky cardboard box.

“What’s in the box?” You stepped toward him, crossing your arms teasingly.

“I thought we’d spice up our usual movie night, so I got an outdoor projector! I already set up the screen. It was challenging, but I think the duck tape is holding—”

“Duck tape?”

“Yeah—”

“It didn’t come with hardware or instructions?”

“It did.” He responded defensively before looking down at his feet.

“Duck tape was part of it?”

“No! Listen, I lost a few things— well most of the screws. Okay, all of them. I lost everything.”

The guilty look on his face was all you needed to absolutely lose control. You burst out laughing at the thought of Michael attempting to build something completely on his own. The fact that he even thought to do anything for you warmed your heart.

“I’m sure it’s lovely.” I said between laughs.

“You’re lovely.” He said, the serious tone causing shivers to travel down your spine. “I truly mean it when I say you’re perfect. You’re my favorite person. You make my life infinitely better.”

“Michael—”

“Now, let’s get a few things out in the open.” He walked over to the mirror, lifting it up and hanging it back on the wall.

“Please, don’t do—” Michael scooped you up, placing you directly in front of the mirror. He was right behind you, taking your hands in his.

“You’re beautiful. Inside and out. I’m going to remind you every second of every day because you deserve to know. You need to hear every single thing I love about you and I’ll repeat each one until you believe it, because it is the truth.”

“I’m not—”

“Your smile! Oh, your smile, it’s like finally seeing sunshine after days of rain. Your eyes! They shine like nothing I’ve ever seen before. They hold so much love and warmth. You are so amazing. I pray that one day you see yourself the way I see you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, covering his mouth with your hand.

“Love, you have to get used to compliments if you’re planning on keeping me around. Honestly, even if you don’t want me around I’m still not leaving.” He smiled hard, tilting his head innocently. “You’re stuck with me.”

“You’re so persistent it’s actually annoying.” He hugged you tight as you laughed into his chest. “Thank you for always being here.”

“Thank you for accepting me into your life. You beautiful thing you.”

“You’re getting cheesier by the second.”

“I don’t care. I need you to know how infatuated I am with you. There’s no one like you on this earth. Everyday, I’m blessed to learn more about you, to love more about you.”

“Michael, that’s so sweet.” My vision became blurry as I studied his face in disbelief.

“Plus, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of a hot commodity, so the fact that you won me over speaks for itself. Someday, I’m going to be a great trophy husband.”

“You did not just say that.”

“Which part?”

“All of it!” You giggled as he pulled you into him tighter.

“You love me”

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

“You’re going to have to stop playing hard to get one of these days love.” His teasing tone causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“What’s poking me?” You interrogated, palming his coat, but he quickly pulled away concealing whatever he had in his pockets.

“Do you love me?” He asked in a high pitched voice. “Yes or No?”

“Yes.”

“Do me a favor. Remember that feeling.” Michael pulled out two cans of silly string. You stood still as he unloaded on you. When the cans were empty you just stared at each other. “I can’t tell if you’re mad or not.” He whispered. “Should I run?”

“Run. Run fast.” You kept a straight face, staring him down before stepping forward. Michael’s eyes widened and he spun around taking off. You weren’t really mad, but this was definitely more fun. When Michael ran outside you knew exactly what you were going to do.

You watched as he hid behind his favorite tree, deciding the grass was looking a little too dry and there was only one way to fix that. The sound of water immediately made your target panic.

“Truce! I give! I give!” Michael shouted waving his hands in the air.

“What was that?”

“Truce?” He had uncertainty written all over his face and you were loving it.

“Let me think about it.” A hand on your hip and the other on your chin as you pretended to ponder his offer.

“Let me help you.” Michael sprinted over, hugging around your waist and dragging you into the sprinklers with him. You weren’t expecting that. He got you. Again.

“I think I could accept a truce.” Your voice coming out somewhat confident even though you didn’t have the upper hand anymore.

“Have I ever told you how incredible you look wet?”

“Michael!”

“That came out much dirtier than I meant it to.”

“You’re bad.” You giggled, crossing your arms.

“I’m also dangerous. Any other bases we need to cover or can I romance you now?”

“Romance away.”

After cleaning yourselves up Michael brought you out to the outdoor area of Neverland that was now surrounded by flower beds. The giant movie screen illuminated all the vivid colors of the pedals. He stared at you basically jumping up and down as he waited for you to speak.

“Do you like it?” He asked impatiently.

“I love it.” You squeezed his hand, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

[dongfuck]

Christmas Miracle - l.jn

pairing: stranger!jeno x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: dom!jeno, slight handjob, finger sucking, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, blowjob, praising, edging, unprotected sex, riding, multiple orgasms, cum inside, messy sex

wc: 4.2k

note: kinda proud of this ngl

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“Pfftt That’s stupid. Stop trying to set me up on blind dates, assholes.” Jeno rolled his eyes at his friends and continued playing his game on his PS5. “You’re so boring, dude. You need to have a little spice in your life y’know?” Haechan nudged Jeno with his elbow. “What, like pussy?” Jeno scoffed in disbelief at his friend. “Yes!” once again, he rolled his eyes before replying, “That’s all you dicks think about, isn’t it? Fucking nincompoops.” without him noticing, Jisung, who has been quiet ever since they got on this topic, finally spoke. “I didn’t say a word!” he crossed his arms to his chest and pouted ever so slightly. “Apart from you, Ji. You’re nothing like them.” Jeno turned around swiftly to flash his signature smile before turning back to focus on his game.

Renjun, on the other hand, didn’t seem too happy about the situation. “Ugh, it’s so annoying that Jeno has a favourite.” he muttered under his breath. “Good luck taking that spot.” Haechan smirked to the boy as he popped a marshmallow in his mouth. “Of course! I’ll even buy you one the next time we go there. Mhm. What? No, it’s okay! I’ll manage.” Jaemin’s voice was heard faintly from behind them as Jeno turned around in curiosity. “Who’s Jaemin talking to?” he asked the boys. “Probably his girlfriend. They’re literally insufferable.” Chenle shivered visibly and a round of snorts and chuckled were heard. “You haven’t seen Haechan with his.” Mark raised a brow as the thought flooded his mind.

“I’m not as disgusting as they are!” Haechan said loud enough for Jaemin, who just ended his call, to hear. “You hurt my feelings!” Jaemin yelled. “He hurt mine!” the other boy pointed in Mark’s direction as he made a ‘not my fault’ look. “Can you guys shut the fuck up for a minute, please? I’m trying to play my game. God.” Jeno moved one side of his headphones behind his ear to make sure he was hearing everything correctly. “What about you, Jeno? When are you going to get all cringy with your future girlfriend or boyfriend?” Chenle teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “That’s it! Get out!” Jeno wore his headphones properly again before the boys broke into a fit of laughter.

“I’m being serious!”

It was exactly three days before Christmas and Jeno was beyond excited to spend another holiday with his relatives and some douchebags. He’s currently standing by his Christmas tree as he searches for any imperfections on it. Walking around and squinting his eyes at the tree, he finally found a crack behind a gold ornament. Too bad, it was his favourite though. “Aw man, why does it have to be this one?” He mumbled to himself before throwing the broken ornament into the box he prepared for things like this. Walking further along the tree, he spotted another one, this time, it looks like someone spilled gorilla glue on it. “These dicks, I swear.” Jeno shook his head side to side and threw the piece into the box.

Long story short, Jeno had needed some help decorating his Christmas tree and he thought that it was a great idea to ask the boys for some help. He knew he couldn’t trust them but at least they got the job done. Not sure where the glue came from though. Taking another round around the tree, he finally finished taking out all the spoiled ornaments. Taking a quick scan at the tree, he noticed that it’s almost half empty. Groaning, he took a peek at the box and thought of the what ifs. What if he hadn’t asked for their help? What if he bought higher quality ornaments? What if he just doesn’t buy a tree at all? Figuring he should probably go shopping for some new ones, he took a mental note to visit town and look for some. Tomorrow. He is not in good shape to leave his house right now. Might as well fall asleep in the middle of the drive.

The next day, Jeno was seen getting dressed in his room to go shopping. He wore a white hoodie with some jeans and who thought that even the simplest of clothing could make heads turn. He sighed before leaving his house with his phone and car keys in hand. Who needs a wallet if you have a phone? Getting into the car, he set a GPS to the nearest department store before driving off. The drive to the store was quiet, except for the soft Christmas music playing through his speakers. Jeno purposely played them from his playlist to sort of get into the Christmas mood. His personal favourite would definitely be ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! though.

As Jeno listened to the lyrics of the song that said, “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.”, he suddenly chuckled to himself as he looked out the front window. “Not gonna happen.” All of a sudden, there was a ring coming from his phone which he startled himself with. “Who the fuck?” he furrowed his brows before lifting his phone and pressing the green button on it. Don’t worry, he’s got his eyes on the road. “What do you want?” he said harshly into the phone. “You didn’t have to be so mean.” a girl from the other line spoke with arrogant laced in her voice.

“I asked you a question.” Jeno was already starting to get tired of his ex’s voice and he really felt like ending the call right then and there. “I’m getting married on Christmas and I just thought that maybe you’d be interested to attend my wedding.” when Jeno didn’t respond, she continued explaining the details of her upcoming wedding. “This invitation is very limited ‘cause not everyone is gonna be invited. I’ll even save you a seat if you decide to come. You can bring your girlfriend too if you have one.” at that, Jeno scoffed incoherently and rolled his eyes. Of course not everyone’s gonna be invited. Not everyone cares about you. “I’m busy on Christmas.” he shortly responded. “Oh— I mean of course you are, it is Christmas. But if you ever change your mind you can—” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence when Jeno cut her off.

“Why are you making me feel like obligated to be there? It’s your wedding and you’re not someone I’m personally close to so stop pressuring me to attend.” he spat out calmly. He knew he was a little overreacting but he just can’t help it when she’s so far up his ass. Memories of how she treated him just starts to flood back in and all he could feel was rage. “Jeno I… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was just trying to—” groaning loudly, Jeno annoyedly said, “Just have your wedding done and get it over with. I don’t wanna hear from you anymore.” and with that he ends the call. Don’t get me wrong, Jeno isn’t always like this but something about her just irks him in a way he’s never felt before.

He hated her. No matter how many exes he’s had, she’ll always be the worse. She’s upset him in the most ridiculous ways ever but he always held back. Until one day, he decides to end things off during an argument and boy was the look on her face priceless. She was undeniably shocked but soon her face turned into disgust and horror and Jeno almost felt bad for what he said but fortunately, he stood his ground and didn’t let his feelings get to him. And that’s how he ends up here. In the car, on the way to a nearby department store to pick up some decorations for his half empty tree that seemed to be taking forever.

Finally, Jeno parked his car in a very convenient spot right by the store before getting out of it and walking into the said store. He was immediately greeted with beautiful Christmas themed everything and there were quite the amount of people too. Walking further into the place, he looked around for the Christmas section until he finally found it right at the end of the trail. As he looked through the tree ornaments, he was astonished to see how low the prices were for a box of beautiful and unique decorations. He ponded on the thought of getting some for his friends but they probably wouldn’t need it anyway so he settles on getting just one.

On the spur of the moment, Jeno suddenly gets reminded that he hadn’t got any presents for anyone! Looking distraught, he immediately went and took a basket and started to look for things to gift. After a while of searching and looking, he finally got the perfect presents for the perfect people. Here are a part of the gifts he bought. A shaver for Haechan, a painting set for Renjun, a film camera for Jaemin (he always wanted one), a pair of sunglasses for Chenle, a speaker for Jisung, and a blanket for Mark. Yeah, he couldn’t really think of anything else for Mark and a guitar would definitely leave a hole in his wallet. Or at least in Jeno’s case, his phone.

After paying for the items and thanking the cashier, Jeno walked out of the store with a cheery feeling in him. That’s when he saw a woman struggling with the bags in her hand. “Ah shit, these really are going to kill me one day.” he’d heard her say. At first he didn’t care too much about it but when he noticed her walking to the exact direction as he was, he thought that maybe lending a hand wouldn’t hurt. So he walked up to her and offered some help. “Hey. Let me help you with that.” he said. “Oh— it’s fine I can—” before she could say anything more, Jeno had already took some of the bags in his free hand and began walking with her. “Where’s your car?” he asked as they walked awkwardly.

“Just right there.” she lifted a heavy hand and pointed to the car right next to his. “Oh that’s convenient. We’re parked next to each other.” Jeno smiled and looked at her which she shyly returned. Reaching her car, she put down the bags and unlocked her car before starting to load it with the mentioned bags. “Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.” the woman thanked him once she finished. “It’s my pleasure.” he said and walked away with a smile carved onto his face. Helping people really do make you happy. Getting into his own car, he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman he just helped and silently regretted not asking for her number but he knew that if God was willing to give him a chance, he’d meet her again.

The next two days went by in a flash and without anyone noticing, there’s only about 6 hours until Christmas. Jeno is currently spending time with his fellow mates at a local pub. “So what do you guys wanna do before it’s finally Christmas?” Chenle spoke with a sip of his beer. “I don’t know. Chill?” Mark suggested as he shrugged. “What the fuck do you mean by chill? We should have some fun! Go ice skating or bowling or something.” Haechan excitedly exclaimed. “If you wanted to do all those things, you should’ve said that sooner like I don’t know, yesterday?? Not when there’s less than a day ‘till Christmas you idiot.” Renjun added with a roll of his eyes. “Excuse me? Did you not read the group chat? I literally invited you guys out but none of you responded to me.” Haechan stated with annoyance.

“I mean like, who would respond to you, right?” Jaemin muttered under his breath but it seemed like everyone heard him when they all started to laugh softly. Except Haechan of course. “How dare you—” he was cut off by none other than Park Jisung himself. “Can we not fight right before Christmas?” Jisung glared at the black haired boy. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” he put his hands up and sipped on his cocktail before they continued chatting normally. Just then, Jeno received a notification on his phone. Lifting the gadget to check it, it was just Instagram letting him know someone had liked his story. Putting it back down, the whole table was suddenly staring at him. Like some kind of horror movie. “Why are you guys staring at me like that?” he gulped his iced lemon tea nervously. Who the fuck orders lemon tea at a pub, gosh.

Suddenly, they all looked interested in the notification he just got. “Is it someone you’re seeing?” Mark smiled mischievously as Jeno’s face turned into a look of pure annoyance. “God, just fucking drop it!” he plead with a hushed yell. “Not until you find someone for yourself. We’re trying to help you! You just look so miserable and lonely after Rina left and we—” Haechan said but stopped when he noticed the shift in Jeno’s demeanour. He knew he shouldn’t have talked about her but it just slipped through his mouth without him even thinking about it. “I’m sure you’ve found yourself interested in someone, right?” Chenle tried to advert the attention from Haechan to avoid any awkward conversations.

Clearing his throat, Jeno threw a look of warning towards Haechan (which he smiled nervously at) before answering Chenle’s question. “Maybe I have. But I’ll probably never see her again so…” he took a sip of his drink once again and stared at the wooden table in front of him. “Oh my God. Are you being for real? What’s she like?” Jisung spoke with curiosity and excitement hidden in his voice. “Well, I’ve only talked and seen her once but she seems like a nice person. Very shy too. And… extremely pretty. She’s not pretty in a sense that she’d make heads turn and be the one everyone looks at in a crowd but rather a very low-key one. Like she’d look really basic if you look at her from afar but from up close, you can really see how beautiful of a person she really is. I might be wrong though. I’m not entirely sure.”

No one said anything when he was talking about the girl he met but deep down, every single one of them knows that he’s finally met the one.

Eight minutes ‘till Christmas and the whole town’s gathered together, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. Jeno was standing with his friends as they talked about their wishes this Christmas. “You shouldn’t say it out loud y’know. It won’t come true then.” Haechan teased the youngest with a sick smile. “Wait— For real? Shit.” Jisung had his eyes wide as he looked everywhere but Haechan. Jeno seemed to be preoccupied on something to even pay attention to the conversation his friends were having. Who’d guess that that something is the girl he’d met a few days prior. She looked beautiful in a brown coat and a beige beanie standing next to what he guessed to be her friend.

They were laughing and chatting with uncountable joy and Jeno couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight. And within no time at all, he’s standing in front of the two girls smiling brightly at the girl on the right. Not creepy at all. “Uh do you know this guy, Y/n?” your friend whispered into your ear softly. “Yeah, uh… Give us a moment.” and then you pulled Jeno away from the crowd hurriedly. “Hey. You’re the guy that helped me the other day, right?” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “Yeah. Didn’t expect to see you again.” Jeno still maintained the smile on his face. “Well I mean the whole town’s here. Kinda hard not to be here as well y’know.” you laughed a little as you stared at your feet on the ground.

“Right. My bad.” Jeno laughed along with you before he looked down at his watch. Two minutes more and his phone is blowing up with calls from his friends but he decides to put his phone on silent mode. He then clears his throat and looked back at the girl in front of him with soft eyes. “Look. I’m going to be completely honest with you. Since I saw you the other day, I just knew that I liked you. And I know we don’t really know each other, I mean we don’t even know each other’s names, but I just really wish that we can work things out and love one another.” Well that was quick. Even Jeno himself admits it. You were shocked to say the least and stared at him with wide eyes before the corner of your lips turned into a small smile.

“I think I might like you more than I thought.” and with that your that lips landed on his as you tip-toed to reach his height. Fireworks were blowing up in the sky as the locals start to cheer loudly at the thought of surviving another Christmas with their loved ones. Jeno’s phone (and yours too) was vibrating in an ungodly manner but he didn’t seem to care once his hand slithers around your waist before he pulls you closer to him until your bodies were touching one another. You smiled happily into the kiss and wrapped both of your hands around his neck as you kissed him deeper. Pulling away for air, your foreheads met and within seconds you both were laughing shyly but the fireworks were loud enough to block any sound you let out. “So what’s your name?” Jeno asked with a breathy chuckle. “Y/n. Park Y/n. How about you?” You raised a brow and bit your inner lip softly. “Lee Jeno.” he grinned before pecking your left cheek cheekily. “Well then Merry Christmas, Lee Jeno.” you wished him. “Merry Christmas to you too, Park Y/n.”

And since that night, you guys have been going out more than normal couples do but you both didn’t care. You loved being around one another and sometimes, you just can’t get enough of each other.

Like right now.

When his hands are feeling every inch of you he didn’t get to feel before. His lips are attached to your neck, leaving bruises and red spots so much that you don’t even bother to ask him to stop anymore. Your hand unconsciously found its way into his pants and you’re currently stroking his cock in your palm with your eyes closed. “Fuck, Y/n, faster…” he moaned into your neck before you rubbed your thighs together and began moving your hand up and down his dick at a faster pace, just like he wanted. This action seemed to catch his attention when his right hand suddenly makes its way between your legs and rubs against your clothed heat.

You threw your head back at the touch and all of a sudden, Jeno takes your hand off of him and rips off your last piece of clothing (which just so happens to be your panties) before throwing them somewhere around the room. You were caught off guard by his sudden dominance but that doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it. The shriek you let out was whorish but you pretended not to notice when he suddenly takes two fingers and sticks them into your hot mouth. You sucked eagerly at the digits and when he thinks that they’re wet enough, he pulls them from your mouth gently and lead them down to your reddened pussy, leaving a trail of saliva along the way.

Jeno teased your clit multiple times. Pulling and drawing circles around it before finally going to where you needed him the most. He traced your entrance with two of his fingers, making you let out a frustrated moan loud enough for his ears before he enters them excruciatingly slow. “Jeno, please just—” before you could even finish your sentence, he was pumping them in and out of you rapidly and you couldn’t help but grip his arm tightly, leaving red marks around it. “Fuck yeah.” Jeno muttered when hot liquid start to flow out of you. He didn’t want to stop though, he just kept going and going. “Jeno, t-that’s enough.” you tried to push his hands away but he wouldn’t budge. When he began hitting that spot again, you just went completely feral under him. Kicking your legs and tightening your grip around his arm before finally, you came around his fingers once again.

Pulling them out of you after a few last pumps, Jeno took his fingers to his lips and made sure you looked at him as he licked them clean. The gesture was lewd and dirty but you couldn’t help but want more. As you were still in your daze, he leaned against the bed frame and urged you to go to him. Following his instructions, you crawled your way towards him and instinctively pulled his shorts down along with his underwear and placed your hand on his hard dick before beginning to move your hand around it like before. Jeno probably did see it coming but even if he didn’t, he did a good job hiding his surprise when he quickly adjusted to it. His eyes flickered to your face to watch your expressions with heavy breaths before he wordlessly asked you to suck on him.

Taking the hint, you lowered your head and started giving kitten licks to his pink tip and in no time he already has a hand gripping your hair with his head thrown back. Moving further down his length, you tried to take all of him inside your mouth but you knew that it wasn’t possible so you covered the rest with both of your hands. Them synchronising with your mouth movements. Jeno’s grip on your hair softened and he gave small pats and rubs to the top of your head as he mutters praises under his breath. “Such a good girl…” he moaned out. You could literally feel him twitch in you and you knew that he was close. Speeding up your movements, you heard him letting out incoherent phrases before he rapidly shook your head with the grip he had in you.

Deciding to tease him a little, you abruptly took your mouth off of him with an innocent grin plastered on your face. “No— Fuck— Get back down.” He looked puzzled by your actions but you wanted to give him something you think he’ll like more. “Shh… I have something else for you.” you placed your knees at opposite sides of his legs before positioning yourself on his cock. “I love you, Jeno.” and with that you entered him inside you and felt your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!” you both exclaimed in unison before you took a hand and held his shoulders to balance yourself. “S-So… tight…” said Jeno with parted lips. “Mmh…” you sealed your lips to contain your moans as you moved up and down his length at a steady pace.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Jeno opened his shut eyes before taking both of his hands and placing them on either sides of your waist to help you out. He was setting the pace himself and within seconds all you could hear was skin slapping against each other and lewd sounds coming from the both of you. You couldn’t take the pleasure anymore and without you noticing you’ve already came all over him. Jeno noticing this, quickly fucked all the cum back into you and said, “Not yet. You have to wait for me.” he kissed your neck lovingly and licks it every now and then. “Jeno, please I can’t take it anymore…” you whined with a small pout on your lips. “Almost there, baby. Just a little more.” he gripped your waist tighter and gave you a kiss on your wet lips before he finally came in you. Hard.

You could feel his release flowing out of you but Jeno knew better than to leave it so he collects all the cum with his dick and fucks it back into you like before, smearing the remaining white liquid all around you glistening pussy. “You’re the best, Jeno.” you smiled and hugged him tight. “Me? Noo you’re better.” he laughed and hugged you back with a grin on his face. “I wish we can stay like this forever.” your voice was muffled in his neck and you were beginning to get tired and drowsy until you finally fell asleep right then and there on his shoulder without hearing his response to what you said.

“Don’t worry. I’m never letting go of you.”

jeno’s a sweet guy okay ☹️

[charrlote365]

One Step Deeper

Reference Idol: fromis_9 LEE CHAEYOUNG Word Count: 10.513

Tags: Pranks, feet, Kpop idol, fantasy, fromis_9, Lee Chaeyoung

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the sunlight filters through the curtains just enough to cast a golden glow over the room. I had been lazying around in my living room, surrounded by my collection of Marvel action figures, each meticulously assembled and proudly displayed on the shelves. The doorbell rang, breaking the silence.

"Coming!" I called out, pushing myself off the couch and heading towards the door.

As soon as I peeked from the door hole before opening it, I could see there stood Chaeyoung in front of my door, her bright smile lighting up her face. She was wearing a casual outfit, and a straw hat. Yeah, summer has arrived, and she already look hot in her outfit. Ehem, hot, I mean literally hot since its 38C outside today. Yet, still managed to look effortlessly chic, as always. Fate works in a mysterious way, and somehow Chaeyoung and I had been 'close' for years, long before she became an idol. It feels like as if I'm her guardian angel. Despite her busy schedule, we still made time to hang out whenever possible.

"Hey there, stranger danger," she greeted, stepping inside. "I brought some snacks!"

"Hey! Stranger danger?? You're even more dangerous person here," I teased back, stepping aside to let her in. "Snacks, huh? Aww you really know the way to my heart."

We settled into the living room, munching on chips and catching up on life. It wasn’t long before Chaeyoung, ever the prankster, suggested we play a game to spice things up.

"You don't have games around to play? Boring. How about Truth or Dare?" she suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Alright," I agreed, knowing full well that with Chaeyoung, this game could go anywhere.

We took turns, the questions and dares starting off innocently enough. She dared me to sing a snippet of one of her songs in the most dramatic way possible, and I dared her to do a silly dance routine. Laughter filled the room, each round bringing us closer to the inevitable escalation.

It was Chaeyoung’s turn to dare me again. She grinned wickedly, and I knew I was in for it.

"I dare you lay on the floor and my feet right on your dick," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief holding laugh.

I raised an eyebrow, a sense of foreboding creeping in. "What did you just say????"

"You don't dare?? Huh, pussy," she replied, her grin widening.

Reluctantly, I stood up, and laying on the floor. This situation is really bad for me, because although it's degrading, I found it to be sexy and exciting. I dont know what Chaeyoung is thinking, she maybe went crazy after walking under that hot weather outside.

Chaeyoung stood up, slipping off her casual shoes to reveal a pair of sleek, brown heels with some leather laces around it and I could see her toe nails painted black, making the whole feet set looking elegant yet deadly to my heart.

"Since I'm in good mood now, let me spare you this time, but if you lose the next round, I’m stepping on your dick," she declared, her tone both playful and serious.

My heart raced. This was a high-stakes game now. We started the next round, the tension palpable. The question was simple, but my nerves got the better of me, and I gave the answer.

Chaeyoung burst out laughing, seeing my defeat. "Looks like I win!"

I watched, half in horror, half in excitement, as she positioned her heel above my delicate junior. With a teasing glance in my direction, she applied pressure, the crunch of my pepe echoing in the room. My beloved junior is being crushed by her heels, and I couldn't help my self to let a moan out.

"Ahh.. Chaeng ahh.. No, Chaeng! Stop! Please, I'm begging you!" I yelled, as I reached out my hand and gripped her legs, feigning desperation.

She paused for a moment, her heel still on the top of my dick. "Oh? Are you really begging me?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Yes! Think of my future! Our future! Our kids!" I pleaded dramatically, my hands clasped her legs even harder.

Chaeyoung laughed, a bright, infectious sound. "You're so dramatic! I know you're enjoying it right," she said, pressing down even harder slowly.

"Chaeyoung, nooo!" I continued, my voice a mix of genuine concern and playful exaggeration. "You're a monster!"

I could feel her heels from my dick skin, the texture is hard, and the way she was stepping hard on it while rubbing them on my junior making me more excited, the pain was turning into tickles, which slowly grew into ecstasy. Without even realizing it, my body arched back as I push my crotch even harder on the surface of her heels and matching the rubbing rhyme of her foot on my crotch. I've reached my limit and my eyes started to roll back as my body twitched hard, I finally came. I had never come that hard in my whole life, that's the most satisfying thing ever. And you know what? She realized what just happened.

"Ohh..You actually look like you're enjoying this," she teased, stepping back and surveying the damage. My cum was over all the places. It squirted out from my short pants onto the floor and all over her feet temple.

I, who still trying to catch a breath, shaking my head. "Maybe I am. It's weirdly satisfying, but sorry, I messed up your heels and my cement is now all over your feet."

She raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Yeah? and whose fault is that? Now lick clean them up"

I nodded, still feeling the adrenaline rush. "Okayy!! Bring it on!", I then licked her starting from her thighs. She was holding herself from laughing from the tickles. Oh my good lawd she's indeed an idol. Her legs were shaved clean so they were so smooth and pale white. My tongue was surfing on her skin like I was licking a giant soap bar mixed with her skin pheromones.

"Ahh.. that tickles", she said with her breath getting faster. She must be feeling it too. I continued licking to her feet, there's mixed aroma of my cement, her sweat, her perfume and her feet odor. They all combined together as a cocktail of sensation that's beyond words, hitting my taste and smell buds and I could feel my dick getting bigger again.

"Hey, I saw that". She said while looking how big my dick got big again even after all that just happened. "Let me kill it again", she said with a grin on her face.

I swallowed hard, knowing what's going to happen (again). "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?", I teased her.

She nodded slowly few times while looking straight at me, her grin mischievous. "Absolutely. Ready?". I quickly laid down on the floor again with my pepe standing up hard rock. Her face clearly showed she really enjoying to tease me… with her feet. She placed her feet around my dick with a deliberate, almost with love care, as if mocking the very fragility of it. My dick, wrapped in her delicate feet, I could feel her skin wrapping them, it kind of feel cold, despite the heat of our situation right now. My cement from before added the sticky feeling to it and acted as grease to smooth out the friction between our skin. Chaeyoung’s grin widened, and I could see the glint of mischief in her eyes.

Slowly, she started grinding my dick with both of her feet, clamping them up around as if she wanted to strangle down my dick. The sharp feeling suddenly raised within it, my delicate dick. I couldn't help myself from moaning again. "Begging won't help you now," she teased, her voice a sing-song taunt that sent shivers down my spine knowing how crazy she could be. She held the position, allowing my tense to build.

From my point of view from the floor, I could see every muscle in her leg and the blue veins bulging from her feet, and the way her feet strangling my dick slowly seemed almost like suspended in time. The heel hovered graciously, casting a small shadow to the side of us, away from the sunray shining through the window. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, caught in a mix of excitement and fear of my dick getting crushed by her big feet as she's is grinding them even harder and faster. I couldn't hold it anymore, I wanted to let her know how good it felt.

"Chaeyoung, pleaseee, It feels so good now so please don't stop. I'm going to come againn very soonn" I pleaded, my voice cracking with a blend of genuine concern and playful desperation. I knew she wouldn’t stop anyways, but part of the thrill was in the act of begging, in the slim, tantalizing hope that she could feel the excitement together with me.

She glanced down at me, her eyes twinkling with delight. "You're really going to make me do this, huh?" she asked, her tone both teasing and triumphant. Her foot descended deeper slowly, then.. out of nowhere, as if it's a jump scare from a cheap horror movie, she gripped my dick with her feet much harder and even put her weight on them, as I didn't expected that to happen, I shouted so loud I feared the whole neighborhood could hear my scream.

"Chaeyoung ahhhhhh!" I cried out loud, as I finally came the second time, a strange exhilaration coursed through me like a lighting. I couldn't tell apart between the pain and the feeling of ecstasy anymore as they both were overwhelming me at the same time.

I was twitching like a broken doll on the floor. "You're a monster!" I yelled, half-laughing, half-serious. She found it exhilarating that I was in a such pathetic situation.

"And I know you're loving every second of this," she replied, stepping back to enjoy my pathetic face. She wiggled her toes, as if to spread out my cement which now covered her feet even thicker. She then suddenly sat down on the floor and bowed down towards me and started cleaning my dick with her mouth. I could feel the deep warmth from inside of her mouth since her feet was kind of cold earlier. She licked and sucked the leftover cements from my dick tip like its the last sip from the boba drink. I Couldn't help myself not to put my hands on her head and push her head down to my crotch to keep her doing whatever she's doing right now.

When she finished, she looked up to me with her puppy eyes and gulped everything she just licked from my dick and asked, "Happy now?".

I looked at her, then changed my view to all the mess we made. "Maybe?," I teasingly answered, a grin spreading across my face.

Chaeyoung’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she took her place back on the couch. "I knew it. Ready for more?"

I was frozen. I thought this already ended but now she asked to do even more. I nodded slowly, still feeling the tickle-ness on my dick. "B-Bring it on, Chaeyoung. But please, be gentle this time with me!"

She laughed hard, nodding. "Aight, Deal. But now, it's your turn to show me what the feet of yours can do to me." -End note: -I'm not into feet so I dunno if this considered good for feet lovers. Can comment if you're one of them lol. -Picked Chaeyoung again this time as reference since somehow I feel most comfortable with her in my head and heart with different kind of plots. -My next work will be about Hayoung! A sweet one almost like fluff like.. hopefully.

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Garlicky Revenge ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ Jungwon hates your new punishment

pairing *. * Vampire! Yang Jungwon x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff

warnings *. crude language, it's just really fluffy lol, grammar mistakes

call duration⋆ ★ 824

a/n*. * I loved this one but please tell me why it took me forever to find a pic for the banner oml and he's so cute i'm gonna cry help me

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

“(Y/n), you’re not serious, are you?”

“As serious as I can be, Jungwon!” You scoff, turning away to withhold a growing smile on your face, yet it slowly diminishes when your eyes water from the intense smell, strung upon your neck.

“You can’t refuse me like this, love! You… you don’t even like it either, I can see it on your face!” He points an accusatory finger at you, making you burst into loud chuckles before you shake your head.

“You told me that you would stop sneaking behind me like that when I was in the bathroom. I almost had a fucking heart attack because of you yesterday. This is what you get now.”

Jungwon cringes at the way garlic moves when you sway back and forth, waiting for him to take a step closer, a rather smug grin on your face when his lips quirk down into a nastier grin. “This isn’t fair!” He whines, sounding like a petulant toddler. “I’ve missed you so much and you won’t even let me hug you?! I think I might actually die.”

“You’re not going to die, Wonnie. Plus, you’ve lived without me for like… 400 years before. What’s another week?” You’re teasing; the stench was already giving you a well-deserved headache, so it wouldn’t be long before you took the odd neckwear off. But it was still amusing to see the way that he freezes completely, going paler than he was before.

“You–you’re kidding? A week?! I’m not waiting for that long!” He cries, and before you know it, a small black cat appears just where Jungwon stands, its eyes already pulled to mimic great sorrow.

It meows and wails pitifully, pawing the living room carpet, knowing well enough that cats were preferably your biggest weakness. A trump card played well by your boyfriend whenever times become desperate.

“Oh, you can’t do that to me!? That’s so not fair!”

The cat (Jungwon) rolls over in despair and raises a furry paw over its head to mimic death, letting out a shrill cry. Rounding the island countertop, you finally sigh and give in by taking off the garlic and wiping your neck and hands with a wet washcloth while you try to trap some of the anger you were feeling before.

But how could you even be furious at him, even when he transforms back into his normal self, sharp canines glinting while he happily smiles at you, his back on the ground? Your heart swells at the sight, and butterflies skim your stomach. “I fucking hate you, Yang Jungwon,” you grumble, yet you couldn’t help but scoot a little closer to him sheepishly.

Perhaps you did miss him more than you wanted to admit.

“Really? Well, that’s a shame because I really love you, pretty girl.” Jungwon pats next to him, and when you point at your neck, where the spice left its odor on your skin, he waves it off dismissively. “A really big shame,” you giggle when he slightly gags at your arm touching his cheek. Nevertheless, he pulls you closer and pretends to chomp on your hand, your cheeks turning red as he puts a soft kiss to where he bit you.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I was going to die if you weren't in my life anymore.”

You shake your head and press a chaste kiss to his jaw. “Me too. I don’t think I can imagine my future without you.”

“Yeah, but would you drive a stake through your heart for me?” He jokes but then goes silent when you just stare at him, eyes swirling with so much love, his non-beating heart thrumming alive for a few moments, just under your gaze.

“I would willingly live with you for eternity.”

Jungwon’s eyes grow wide as he gets up from his position to look at you in awe. “No, you woul–”

“I would really. For you, Wonnie… I suppose I would do anything,” you say, and before he could say anything, you pull him into a kiss, soft and sweet. His fingers cascade the side of your face gently, and your hand encases itself in his hair, tugging it lightly when he wouldn’t let you take a breath.

“I love you. I really do,” he quietly says.

“I love you too.”

And the moment goes silent for a while, your lips just ghosting over him in a tender peace you wished would last forever. With him by your side.

But then the gentle second is lost when Jungwon opens his stupid mouth, earning a hit from you.

“You said you would do anything, yeah? First off, please don’t ever punish me with garlic ever again; I was seriously going to cry!”

“Really? Next time, I’m going to move houses and never ever invite you inside!”

Jungwon gasps and clutches his shirt dramatically. It makes you roll your eyes, but you rub your cheek over his chest in affection.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

[mintyisms]

The Powerpuff Girls Movie Starters

"They are utterly helpless and in desperate need of a true hero!"

"Well, aren't you all cute and bubbly?"

"Birthday! It's your birthday! I should get gifts!"

"All I've got to do is be a good parent!"

"Note to self: good parents don’t leave their kids home alone."

"Sugar, spice, and everything nice, who would have guessed that's what little girls were actually made of?"

"I'll go wash up, then we'll bring in the furniture."

"They’re really special. I mean really special and I just want to make sure they’ll be okay so what do you think? Do you think they’ll be okay?"

"This is what happens when you put twenty little kids in one room."

"What’s the point of this game anyway?"

"Oh, no! I’ve been infected!"

"You know, I've got a nice car."

"What are you doing? We’re in a serious pickle!"

"Got you, you little bunny."

"The game is over and it’s your bedtime."

"I'm glad you had so much fun because tomorrow will be a busy day too."

"Unfortunately, people often get scared or angry when they don’t understand something special or unique."

"People here are nice. Things will be fine!"

"He’s in cahoots with the evil pickle cart killers!"

"We really would like for you to come downtown with us so we can ask you a few questions."

"He hates us. He totally hates us!"

"He probably just got held up, or maybe the car broke, or maybe he just forgot, or... maybe he hates us."

"Should the manufacturing of super powered children be illegal?"

"I was reaching down between my legs to ease the seat back when this atomic bug buzzed in, with no fair warning!"

"Used to be a time when you could buy an honest pickle."

"They are little freaks, aren’t they?"

"They don't know I'm in jail."

"Well, it’s official. I have no idea where we are."

"Maybe there’s a box we can get in around back!"

"Go away. Please. Do not look at me."

"You’re no monster, mister. You’re just really dirty."

"How could you know what it’s like for people to fear and despise you for the very things that make you special?"

"This brain is full of brilliant ideas, but will anyone listen? No."

"Your powers are great! You just gotta believe in yourself!"

"You did very good. Very good indeed."

"Well, there is one last, teeny tiny, itsy bitsy thing we still need."

"I thought the zoo kept all the animals in cages."

"They are unaware that your actions will have helped change their world forever!"

"You think they'll still be made at us for playing tag?"

"Jail? Lawsuits? Angry mobs? What’s next?"

"This isn’t making the town a better place!"

"Do not continue with the ramblings, for my ramblings are the ramblings to be obeyed!"

"That big fat dumb jerk! He duped us! He planned it all along and we fell for it!"

"What does it look like I’m doing? I’m building a house ‘cause now we have to live here!"

"I don’t wanna sleep on a rock!"

"We weren't going to get people to stop hating us by breaking rules!"

"Ugh, never mind! I’m not fighting with you and I’m not talking to you, EVER!"

"There's too many monkeys!"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM YOU DARN DIRTY APE!"

"I didn’t mean it! It was an accident! And he wouldn’t let go! And then the dog! That stupid dog! And then the monkeys!"

"Come on, let’s put an end to this gorilla warfare!"

"We’ve got one last monkey to get off our backs!"

"It’s good you little freaks know when you’re beaten."

"I have to seize control of an area and force its inhabitants to follow my way of thinking."

"Now let’s get out of this town and find a new, safe place to live!"

"We already tried running away."

"Oh, my! You’re actual trying to stop me? That’s so cute!"

"Who are you calling cute?"

"You dare challenge ME? Attempt to defeat ME? Try to destroy ME?"

"None of them will ever understand you as I can."

"Maybe everyone would like us more if we were just normal little girls."

"I was wondering if maybe sometime we could like call you to save the day or whatever."

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

The Tri-Cone Cup: Chapter 2

Capsaicin Cookie: GAH! I’m so sorry I let you all down! Lil Pepper Cookie: Come on! Toughen up! This is only the beginning! You’re gonna crush them all! Students of Scovillia: Right! Now everybody knows how strong you are! Students of Scovillia: Yeah! We believe in you, Capsaicin Cookie! You’re gonna be the winner! Flaming Hot Wing: CLUCK! CLUUUUCK! Capsaicin Cookie: Thanks, y’all! Capsaicin Cookie: YEAH! There’s gonna be another chance to win! Capsaicin Cookie: Trust me, I’ll bring victory to Scovillia! Capsaicin Cookie: And then, we’re gonna have a feast here, all together!!! Capsaicin Cookie: I’m gonna show the world, that flaming hot is where it’s at! Students of Scovillia: YEAAAAH!

Meanwhile, Crème Knights’ Quarters

Crème Knights Trainees: Kouign-Amann Cookie! Serious Paladin Trainee: That cowardly wizard…! Using such dishonorable tricks to win! Honorable Paladin Trainee: He also had the nerve to lecture our Kouign-Amann Cookie! The nerve!!! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Please, stop…! Serious Paladin Trainee: Kouign-Amann Cookie…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Do not say a word… I don’t want to hear about it…!

Creak… SLAM!

Crème Knights’ Quarters - Inner Chambers

Kouign-Amann Cookie: “Cowardly?” Even so, a victory is a victory…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: After all, he was right! Perhaps I thought too highly of myself as the champion of the Crème Knights… Kouign-Amann Cookie: Besides… Kouign-Amann Cookie: Did I even have a chance against the Scovillia champion…? Kouign-Amann Cookie: But I must win…! Everyone is expecting me to win…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: But… I’m not sure anymore, not after today.

Meanwhile, Parfaedian Quarters

Parfaedian Students: That was… a legit win, wasn’t it? Citrus Parfaedia Student: A win is a win, who cares! Berry Parfaedia Student: Hm… Clearly, potions have potential! I’ve never heard about that Sickness Potion though… Parfaedian Students: I gotta say, Prune Juice Cookie must’ve been pretty discreet about his little… operation. He could’ve had half of the Institute… expelled! Citrus Parfaedia Student: I wonder what his formula is…! Parfaedian Students: Aaanyhow, Prune Juice Cookie was lucky to win this time. But I still don’t believe he has what it takes to claim the cup! Berry Parfaedia Student: Yeah… Who knows! I guess we’ll see about that.

Gelato Trio Cookie: Ha ha ha! Good morning, esteemed guests! Gelato Trio Cookie: Ah, these ancient walls greet another dawn! Gelato Trio Cookie: The second trial has only one simple rule! The first champion to come out of the Harmony Grove… wins! Gelato Trio Cookie: But the task itself is far from simple! The grove is teeming with eerie shadows and dark secrets! Once you step under the mighty old branches, you’re on your own. Gelato Trio Cookie: It looks like our champions have already arrived at the grove’s edge! Gelato Trio Cookie: All-Seeing Jellyvisor, can we have the picture?

Capsaicin Cookie: I’m not gonna go easy on you today! Since last night, I’ve become even SPICIER! Prune Juice Cookie: Even spicier?! Oh goodness. What do I do! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Holy Light… I think I understand why they call you the Spice Overlord. Capsaicin Cookie: Hmpf. I’m not really fond of that name. I prefer my name, Capsaicin Cookie! Kouign-Amann Cookie: As you say. I’m going to win anyway! This is my chance to redeem myself! Gelato Trio Cookie: That was surely a cunning victory yesterday, Prune Juice Cookie! And a well-earned one! Gelato Trio Cookie: But who will emerge victorious this time? Gelato Trio Cookie, what do you think? Gelato Trio Cookie: Hmmm… Who knows! Since this is the second trial, perhaps… Gelato Trio Cookie: Would you look at the time! You’ll have another chance to voice your predictions! Gelato Trio Cookie: LET THE SECOND TRIAL BEGIN… RIGHT NOW!

Capsaicin Cookie: HYAH!

BOOM!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Hah!

CLANG!

Prune Juice Cookie: Ahh! Be careful, you two! It’s getting dangerous here in the back, you know! Kouign-Amann Cookie: We have Dry Fruits Bats chasing us, and now Sour String Spiders…! Your safety is the least of our concerns! Kouign-Amann Cookie: And for your information, we’re competing with each other here! Now stop complaining and come forward and fight! Prune Juice Cookie: Ha ha! But you two are doing such a great job getting rid of those obstacles! I’ll only get in your way, really! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Ugh… Whatever! Capsaicin Cookie: That’s it, I had enough. Out of my way! Prune Juice Cookie: Eek! Just a friendly reminder: it might be unwise to use your fire around all these trees…! Capsaicin Cookie: HYAH!

BANG!

Dry Fruit Bats: *shrieks* Prune Juice Cookie: …Ahem! I admit, it was rather effective! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Cough cough… Ugh, dust! You turned the whole place upside down! Prune Juice Cookie: Seriously, that Boom Fist of his gives me the chills whenever I see it! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Boom Fist…? Capsaicin Cookie: Did you just come up with that? I like it! Think I’m gonna steal that name!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Wait! Look, ahead! Prune Juice Cookie: Looks like we have three roads to choose from. Prune Juice Cookie: Nooo, don’t say the time to part ways with my stalwart protectors has finally come…! Oh, woe is me! Prune Juice Cookie: It means that each one of us must take their own path, right? Prune Juice Cookie: Oh well! Remember: the first Cookie to leave this nasty forest wins! So long, my friends! Ha ha. Kouign-Amann Cookie: Crafty rascal! But I’m not going to let him win again. This time, victory will be mine! Capsaicin Cookie: Ha ha ha ha! We shall see about that!

A while later…

Prune Juice Cookie: Ew… The road is getting narrower and the forest is getting darker! Creepy, even for a spooky old forest! Prune Juice Cookie: I don’t even know what to expect anymore, huh. Prune Juice Cookie: Hm? What… There’s something ahead…! Prune Juice Cookie: …A door? A door in the middle of the forest.

CREAK… Clunk!

Prune Juice Cookie: Huh! This place is even more creepy and decrepit on the inside! Very well, how are you gonna scare me now…? Prune Juice Cookie: …Oh? Prune Juice Cookie: Well, this is quite unexpected!

Same moment, different Hall of Mirrors

CREAK… Clunk!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: What is this place…?

Kouign-Amann Cookie: The entire hall is made of mirrors! Kouign-Amann Cookie: What kind of trial is this? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Alright! I’m prepared to face any foe! Know that Kouign-Amann Cookie never gives up nor surrenders! Kouign-Amann Cookie: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: Nobody…? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Oh? The entrance… disappeared…?!

Mirror Knight: I see you. The noble Paladin with dough imbued with the brightest rays of lights. Mirror Knight: Draw your sword! Prove that you are a knight that knows no defeat. Mirror Knight: For only a true Paladin may emerge victorious. Kouign-Amann Cookie: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: …I shall draw my sword, for a Paladin never backs down from a challenge! Kouign-Amann Cookie: (I was simply looking inside the mirror…!) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (You know the Code of the Crème Knights…! Are you… one of us?) Mirror Knight: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: Trials of mirrors of some sort, is it? Whatever it is, I am prepared to take it! Witness my victory! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Haaah…!

Capsaicin Cookie: …Am I walking in circles?! Capsaicin Cookie: Mirrors…! Mirrors everywhere! Capsaicin Cookie: I was looking at my reflection… But then… Capsaicin Cookie: My wrist…! IT HURTS! THE SHACKLES… ARE BACK?! Capsaicin Cookie: No…! No shackles! Not anymore…! I… I have learned how to control my power!!! Capsaicin Cookie: It’s true…! I can do it… Capsaicin Cookie: I… I did my best to contain my powers! I’ve never lost control…! Capsaicin Cookie: I’ve suppressed myself enough…! Please, no shackles…! Capsaicin Cookie: I beg… Please… NO!

BOOOOOM!

Meanwhile, different Hall of Mirrors

Dessert Magic Professor: Prune Juice Cookie. With a heavy heart, I must inform you… Prune Juice Cookie: Oh, not that old tune again! Dessert Magic Professor: …Without any doubt, you are one of the most diligent, most hard-working students… Prune Juice Cookie: Must you remind a Cookie of his traumatic past? That’s too much, even for me. Dessert Magic Professor: …However, the facts speak for themselves. Prune Juice Cookie: Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m pretty happy with my potions, you know. Let’s get over with the old unpleasant memories! Dessert Magic Professor: As your professor, I’ve done everything I could. But I must conclude that you are simply incapable of learning magic. Perhaps there are other… careers that you will find interesting? Prune Juice Cookie: Nothing more than a memory it might be, but it hurts just as much, professor.

Meanwhile, different Hall of Mirrors

Clang!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Aah! Mirror Knight: A fight is over once a Paladin loses her sword. You have lost eight times. Mirror Knight: Say it. Admit your defeat. Mirror Knight: Or perhaps you still harbor your delusions? That you can win this battle? Kouign-Amann Cookie: (No… No, I don’t think I can…) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (Time after time, I lost. But…) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (But… I don’t want to admit it.) Mirror Knight: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: Because as a Paladin… I simply will not give up! Mirror Knight: But…

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Gahah…!

CLANG!

Mirror Knight: You are trembling. Mirror Knight: I sense hestitation* in every swing, in every step.

*actual text

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Ugh… Mirror Knight: This is the ninth time. Mirror Knight: A Paladin must know when to yield. A tenet of the Crème Paladins yet unknown to you. Mirror Knight: Go ahead. Say it. Admit your defeat. Kouign-Amann Cookie: I… I can’t…!

CLANG!

Mirror Knight: Tenth. If it were your life at stake, it would have been long but over. Kouign-Amann Cookie: (I hate it… I hate that I cannot admit my defeat…!) Kouign-Amann Cookie: (But you are correct… I’ve been defeated… Ten times… Ten harrowing times…) Mirror Knight: Say it. Kouign-Amann Cookie: (…But that’s why…) Mirror Knight: Admit your defeat. Kouign-Amann Cookie: (The more I think about it…)

Kouign-Amann Cookie: The less I’m afraid of losing. Kouign-Amann Cookie: The only thing that was proven is that you are simply more skilled! I can still move my arms and legs! I can still keep fighting! Mirror Knight: … Kouign-Amann Cookie: How foolish of me. Kouign-Amann Cookie: True defeat is only when one gives up…! Mirror Knight: Denial of truth… Desperate delusions… Mirror Knight: This is not the way of a Paladin from the Crème Knights! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I don’t care! Kouign-Amann Cookie: For I shall fight until my last crumb! Kouign-Amann Cookie: A Paladin who does NOT fear defeat! This is MY way!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Huff… huff… Mirror Knight: Why, Kouign-Amann Cookie? Why do you persist? Your dress is in tatters. And nothing will change the outcome. Kouign-Amann Cookie: No, but everything else has changed. I’ve learned a lot about you, and… Kouign-Amann Cookie: I shall keep fighting… until the very end!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: HYAH!

CLANG!!!

Mirror Knight: Ugh…!

Mirror Knight: …Indeed, you have grown. Mirror Knight: You defeated me this time. Victory is yours. Mirror Knight: Take it. The Mark of Victory.

Mirror Knight: Go and stay true to your beliefs.

Crack… crack…

CRASH!

x

Kouign-Amann Cookie: So what if my dress is ruined! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I can look myself in the mirror and smile, knowing that I gave it everything I had! Crème Knights Trainees: HOOORAAAAY! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Huh…?

Gelato Trio Cookie: KOUIGN-AMANN COOKIE WAS THE FIRST TO COME OUT! SHE IS THE WINNER OF THE SECOND TRIAL! Gelato Trio Cookie: The second trial will be officially over once the two other champions… HUH? Students of Scovillia: L-LOOK! Capsaicin Cookie’s Hall of Mirrors… Students of Scovillia: IS ON FIRE!!!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: What?! Scovillia Student Fan: C-CAPSAICIN COOKIE…! Gelato Trio Cookie: Since we already have our winner decided, we will execute our extraordinary right to intervene! Gelato Trio Cookie: Dispatch the Rescue Gelatos! Gelato Trio Cookie: I’d like to ask our esteemed audience to remain calm, as it is absolutely impossible for the fire to reach your seats! Our specialists will contain the situation within ten minutes! Crème Knights Trainees: K-kouign-Amann Cookie!? Gelato Trio Cookie: Oh! Looks like Kouign-Amann COokie has another plan! Gelato Trio Cookie: The Crème Knights’ champion is headed towards… Prune Juice Cookie’s Hall of Mirrors!

Dessert Magic Professor: I am certain that a bright young Cookie such as yourself can excel at… ahem… almost any field! And I will do all in my power to help you set on a new path. Prune Juice Cookie: Hm, what was it I said back then…? Prune Juice Cookie: No, can’t remember… Prune Juice Cookie: Professor, you mentioned… “almost any field.” Naturally, that is excluding the study of magic and such? Prune Juice Cookie: No talent for one thing, no luck with others… Prune Juice Cookie: So what exactly are you suggesting that I do, hm? Dessert Magic Professor: … Prune Juice Cookie: Yes, yes… I know. You’ve done everything you could for me. Prune Juice Cookie: After all, it’s my dough’s fault that I have no magic abilities. Dessert Magic Professor: I’m sorry… If I could share some of my magic with you, I would do it without a doubt! Prune Juice Cookie: Oh well. There’s no need. Prune Juice Cookie: You know it’s not possible. Prune Juice Cookie: But don’t worry too much about me, professor. Like I said, I’ve been doing pretty good with my potions. Prune Juice Cookie: And have you heard? I was chosen as the champion of the Parfaedia Institute! For the Triple Cone Cup! Prune Juice Cookie: So… With all that being said… I think it’s time for me to go! Prune Juice Cookie: Frankly speaking, this conversation is not pleasant at all. Prune Juice Cookie: Looks like the goal was to… face the demons from your past! Guess I can check that one off! Prune Juice Cookie: I guess this is the moment where I magically find my old scrolls and spellbooks and tear them apart into millions of little pieces once again? …No?

Crack… crack…

CRASH!

Prune Juice Cookie: Oh? But I didn’t even do anything yet!? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Prune Juice Cookie, I need your help! Prune Juice Cookie: My help? Prune Juice Cookie: Wait, but you’re already here, so… I take it that the winner has already been decided? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Yes, you’re right! And if you’re all done here, please follow me! Capsaicin Cookie is in grave danger! Prune Juice Cookie: What? In grave danger? HIM?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Yes! Let’s go! Prune Juice Cookie: Oh… Sure! …I’m coming!

Prune Juice Cookie: Would you look at that...! Prune Juice Cookie: Is HE really in danger here? To me, it looks like EVERYTHING ELSE is in danger! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Both of them are in danger! Do you still have that potion that you used in the first trial?! Prune Juice Cookie: Do I look like some magical potion cabinet to you? The one that gives you a potion of your requirement? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Well, sort of! Prune Juice Cookie: That’s actually true. Prune Juice Cookie never comes unprepared! Prune Juice Cookie: I do happen to carry a special tincture that allows the user to swim in a bubbling lava! Prune Juice Cookie: I call it… the I’ll Be Back Potion! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …That’s… a very hopeful name. Prune Juice Cookie: Rest assured, it works! Prune Juice Cookie: But! It works for no longer than three minutes! You’ll have to be quick. Kouign-Amann Cookie: That will do! Just to double-check… are you coming with me? Prune Juice Cookie: Oh no no no! A fragile little Cookie like me should stay here. Instead, I’m gonna mess around and stop the flames from spreading.

Capsaicin Cookie: I’ve been suppressing my flames forever…!!! Capsaicin Cookie: So that I… I wouldn’t hurt anyone! Capsaicin Cookie: Holding back… to WHAT END! I’ve been restraining my powers so that I wouldn’t hurt anyone…! Capsaicin Cookie: No longer… Capsaicin Cookie: I WON’T BE SHACKLED ANY LONGER! Capsaicin Cookie: Yes… These… these flimsy old chains will melt away in no second… Capsaicin Cookie: I can get rid of them, like I did before…! Capsaicin Cookie: And burn… BURN IT ALL!!!!

WHOOOOOSH!

Capsaicin Cookie: YES, BURN! Capsaicin Cookie: GRAAAAAH!

Crack… crack…

???: …caici… ookie! Capsaicin Cookie: GAAAAAH!

Crack…

???: Caps… in… kie…

CRASH!

Capsaicin Cookie: Argh!! Kouign-Amann Cookie: CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Capsaicin Cookie: YOU… WHAT ARE YOU…?! WHERE… WHAT?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Come to your senses!!! Capsaicin Cookie: MY SHACKLES… ARE NO MORE. Kouign-Amann Cookie: The trial is over! Take my hands, we must leave! Capsaicin Cookie: LEAVE… here? But I… I was looking in the mirror… Kouign-Amann Cookie: By the Light! You used all your strength to summon all this lava! What in the world did you see in that mirror?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: There’s no other option! If I must carry you on my back, I will!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Thank the Light that the mirrors could be broken from outside! Prune Juice Cookie: Kouign-Amann Cookie! I’ve been taking care of the fire… Prune Juice Cookie: What happened to Capsa… Huh?! Kouign-Amann Cookie, BEHIND YOU! Prune Juice Cookie: Something is coming out of the hall! A burning… chain?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: RUN! Prune Juice Cookie: …But I’m too tired to run! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Seriously…?

Kouign-Amann Cookie: What would you two do without me?! Prune Juice Cookie: Sheesh, is that something to say to the Cookie who gracefully provided you with a potion that saved the day? Capsaicin Cookie: … Gelato Trio Cookie: UNBELIEVABLE! Gelato Trio Cookie: The winner of the second trial, Kouign-Amann Cookie, has also rescued her two rivals! Gelato Trio Cookie: Let us offer a generous round of applause to the bravery and selflessness of this champion! Students: HOOOOORAAAAY!

Crème Knights’ Quarters

Serious Paladin Trainee: Kouign-Amann Cookie! You were amazing today! Kouign-Amann Cookie: M-my friends… Honorable Paladin Trainee: Not only did you pass the trial with flying colors, you also paved your own path as a paladin! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …Of course! Serious Paladin Trainee: You are everything a true Paladin should be! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …I’m sorry about yesterday. But thank you, truly! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I wouldn’t have gotten this far if not for your support. Crème Knights Preceptor: You have demonstrated that you are worthy of being a Paladin! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Preceptor…! Crème Knights Preceptor: A Paladin never walks a well-trodden path! Crème Knights Preceptor: To push ahead in this wide world under the banner of the Divine Light… Such is the way of a Paladin of the Crème Knights. Crème Knights Preceptor: And it seems that you have discovered a banner of your own indeed, Kouign-Amann Cookie. Crème Knights Preceptor: Keep walking that path, young one! And be the beacon of light to others. Kouign-Amann Cookie: Yes, preceptor! This trial has opened my eyes. I can feel it in my dough… The light within me feels stronger! Kouign-Amann Cookie: My fellow Paladins! I shall do it for the Crème Knights, for all of you, and for myself…! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I shall bring us victory!

Meanwhile, Parfaedian Quarters

Parfaedian Students: … Berry Parfaedia Student: Prune Juice Cookie hasn’t left his room since the end of the trial… Citrus Parfaedia Student: I think he’s busy preparing new potions! Berry Parfaedia Student: I want to offer my help… But I don’t know if I should… Parfaedia Principal: Is everything alright, students? Is there a problem? Citrus Parfaedia Student: Oh… H-hello, ma’am! Prune Juice Cookie… He… Parfaedia Principal: Looks like facing the past has taken a greater toll on Prune Juice Cookie than he would like to admit… Parfaedia Principal: But, I believe it will be a good opportunity for him to grow. It is very important to realize that “overcome” and “get over” are two different words… Parfaedia Principal: Let us wait, my young friends! Perhaps, it is better if we gave Prune Juice Cookie some time to reflect on the events of today… Parfaedia Principal: Prune Juice Cookie… I only hope that you achieve all your goals at the end of this trial..

Parfaedia Quarters - Inner Chambers

Prune Juice Cookie: Let’s face it, my potions are all I have… Prune Juice Cookie: What if Kouign-Amann Cookie didn’t come for me today…? What if I had to use my potions to solve this crisis…? Prune Juice Cookie: Ha ha… Looks like I;m in her debt now… Prune Juice Cookie: I must make more potions. Greater quantities in all sorts… Prune Juice Cookie: I must be prepared to solve any problems…!

Meanwhile, Scovillia Quarters

Capsaicin Cookie: (I can’t look them in their eyes…) Capsaicin Cookie: (The biggest problem of all is not in the fact that I lacked skill or have let my school down…) Lil Pepper Cookie: CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Are you alright?! Hot Scovillia Student: We were so scared when Kouign-Amann Cookie brought you here! Capsaicin Cookie: My friends… I’m sorry. I should’ve… Scovillia Headmaster: No, stop it! Stop sulking! Keep your chin up! You’ve done more than well! Scovillia Headmaster: No matter what you went through, you will always remain the pride of Scovillia! Spicy Scovillia Student: Yeah! We just got a bit scared, is all! Scovillia Student Fan: And the tournament is far from over yet! Flaming Hot Wing: Cluck… Flaming Hot Wing: CLUUUUUUUUUCK! Capsaicin Cookie: …! Capsaicin Cookie: (That’s right… the biggest problem is…) Lil Pepper Cookie: Huh… What? Hot Wing, what’s the matter? Flaming Hot Wing: Cluuuck! C-C-C-CLUUUCK! Scovillia Student Fan: Calm down!!! Spicy Scovillia Student: What’s wrong with you! That’s your friend, Capsaicin Cookie! Lil Pepper Cookie: Looks like Hot Wing got too worked up with all that happened… Capsaicin Cookie: (This anxiety in me… that if I don’t suppress the fire within me… I might end up burning everything around me to ashes…) Lil Pepper Cookie: We’ll take care of Hot Wing. You go and have some rest! Capsaicin Cookie: …Thank you.

[inact-ice]

Season 2 episode 6 let’s gooo!

- madney crumbs love it

- Buck is such a little brother lmao

- Maddie is deeply traumatized I fear

- I miss Abby

- TAYLOR KELLY??? SHE WAS THIS SOON AFTER ABBY?? That’s so wild to me for some reason, I always thought there was a girlfriend between them

- no way buck is fangirling over Taylor right after her helicopter crashed… and she still fucked him? Evan Buckley you are charismatic in ways I can’t comprehend

- hot priest! You will not believe what happens in like 6 seasons

- Taylor Kelly’s back! No girl I will be calling you by your entire title Ms Taylor Kelly

- why’d they make eddie interrupt Taylor and buck all gay like…. Anyways

- wait so buck went from ginger to ginger… love that for him ig

- chimney trying to be sincere while bucks being a goof

- EDDIE STOP SERVING FACE HEN JUST SAID SHE GOT SHOT JESUS

- how come nobody has ever told me hen got SHOT! Do you guys hate black people be honest/j

- oh hens actress is GOOD, i think she might be my fave this season

- encyclopedia BUCK! Except I knew that fact about the hot dog guy so ig we’re not that smart are we

- my quirky grade 7 science teacher sold spiced crickets to raise money at a fundraiser at my school, and they were delicious

- Eddie stop serving face a man just vomited crickets all over the place

- BATHENA! Athena please don’t complain about body cams to me rn I need to like you

- Dad BOBBY HELLO! Dad Bobby GOODBYE

- if Bobby’s trauma stuff makes May sad I’ll cry, I love May a lot for some reason

- bobby kissing Athena goodnight TWICE! I know that’s right, he can’t get enough 😌

- ooh body building competition. I already find these kinda grotesque so this emergency might be too much for me

- ew what’s happening is he like stuck? Oh he is, that’s one of my worst nightmares damn

- Taylor Kelly please stop filming these people in distress it’s scaring me

- Eddie stop serving face a mans kidneys might fail! Also Eddie being a little bitchy towards Taylor Kelly is making me laugh he’s so funny

- BOBBY REPEATING MY EXACT WORDS! Am I dad

- Buck respects Bobby so much aw

- Maddie always looks like she’s about to cry. Omg Maddie using her experience to help others, thank you Batman 2

- Ope, well we do what we can

- sues eyes are so blue wow. And her hairs so red, there are a lot of red heads on this show huh

- oh Maddie… knowing that her fear is so warranted makes this all so sad like Maddie keep the fortress please! Omg fortress of solitude, Maddie superman maybe?

- OMG THIS IS THE EPISODE WHERE THEY GET DRUGGED!! I was wondering why they kept focusing on the food table

- oh Taylor Kelly’s gonna show them being high to the world… oh Taylor Kelly that’s not..

- Girl there’s a heel inside your face

- shrunk beauty queens line my beloved

- yeah fuck the police chimney i know that’s right

- OH NO- TAYLOR KELLY DO NOT AIR BOBBY TALKING ABOUT HIS DEAD CHILD THAT IS SO MEAN!!

- ooh you made him cry line by beloved

- Taylor Kelly you were gonna film a man jumping to his death??? Oh I might not like her

- high bobby, that is in fact the sun and not your dead daughter

- yay for Athena! Why’s Athena dressed like a stud, this show is so funny

- Bobby’s struggle with his addiction being an ongoing thing where he backslides sometime is so nice, really sweet depiction of addiction I think

- Eddie stop serving face I’m trying to watch Taylor Kelly on the tv

- TAYLOR KELLY I MISJUDGED YOU! Buck please be serious

- oh sandy sent them the lsd brownies that is so funny

- the way the cat does not give a single fuck, like waddle along

- Athena being mean to a civilian check thank you

- hi Maddie! Hi Taylor Kelly! HI CHIMNEY! HE LOOKS SO CUUUTE! MADNEY MADNEY MADNEY WOOO

- Buck has done much confidence like I truly thought Taylor Kelly was just mildly annoyed by him… TAYLOR KELLY WHAT?!! GIRL I GET YOU BUT YOU HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO LIKE BE A DECENT PERSON WHAT! She seems so smart, there’s no way she doesn’t realize that that mindset will push her out of the industry. Like treat billionaires and shit like that, not firefighters or innocent civilians

- Athena’s mean gay husband??? What are you doing here?! Lmao black people and mark (firefighter bobby)

- aww Bobby’s part of the family

That was kinda boring I’m not gonna lie

[bradyoil]

Iconic Commercial Director Tom Kuntz Talks Comedy, Pushing Creative Boundaries and Challenging His Own Process.

Iconic commercial director Tom Kuntz kicks off Season Two. Over the course of his illustrious career, Tom has pushed creative boundaries with award-winnning campaigns for Skittles, Old Spice, Tubi, Apple, Ikea, Bacardi, more Apple, Pringles with the guys hand stuck in the can... and so many more. He's won every award in advertising, including two Gold Lions at Cannes Lions for his Skittles "Beard", a Gold Lion for the iconic Old Spice commercial starring Isaiah Mustafa and consistent Super Bowl polls.

  We discusses his boundary-pushing approach to storytelling and how he constantly challenges his own creative process. Tom shares insights into working with actors to find the funny and taking risks to subvert expectations. He also reflects on pivotal moments in his career like directing Old Spice commercial and making an ambitious stop-motion Action Man spot. We go deep on stuff. You'll love it.

  This is Part One of my fascinating chat, and provides a retrospective look at Kuntz's success in the industry through his lens of constantly reinventing and evolving his work.

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kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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Best Believe I’m Still Bejeweled

summary: when your boyfriend Adam continues to mistreat you, you decide the cure is a night out with your friends. and it’s there where you meet a handsome stranger who may just improve your life... or at the very least, your night.

songs: X X word count: 1.7k warnings: a little spice and a mention of infidelity

The sound of your heels on the wooden floor is the only noise that echoes in your empty apartment as you pace, glancing up at the clock and feeling your hope drain with every passing minute. You felt as if you had been waiting for hours and with one final look at the time, you decide that you had enough.

You grab your phone, pulling up your friend Danielle’s number and dialing. It takes her a few moments to answer but when she does, you can here the noise and pounding bass on the other end of the line.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re all still at the club.”

“Yep, we’re still here. Why? Are you coming?”

“Yeah. Adam was supposed to be here ages ago for our date.”

“He stood you up again!” Danielle screeches.

“Yeah, and honestly, I’m done with this.”

“Good for you! Yes, come and join us!! I’ll tell Este and Alana to keep an eye out for you.”

“Thanks Dani. I should be there in a few; I just got to get changed.”

“Okay, see you soon babe. Love you!”

“Love you too,” you respond with a smile before hanging up the phone and letting out another heavy sigh. You take another glance around the room, a small sliver of doubt still echoing within you. But you quickly banish it; your ‘boyfriend’ Adam had been acting like this for weeks and he always came back with an excuse. And you always accepted it. But you quickly came to realize that he was taking advantage of you. For as much as you cared about him, he didn’t return the sentiment.

So, honestly, fuck him. You were going out tonight.

After calling an Uber and changing into your favorite shimmering black mini dress and over-the-knee boots, you were headed to the club to have fun with your friends. Because that’s what you truly needed; some fun.

And when your friends Danielle, Este, and Alana spot you and screech with joy, showering you in compliments about how sexy you look… you feel lighter than you ever had before.

“I’m serious, babe, you are the hottest person in this nightclub right now,” Este continues gushing, her speech slightly slurred from the cocktails she had consumed earlier. You just smile as you take a sip of your own drink. “No, I mean it. When you walked in, it was like, bam! All eyes on me!!”

“Please,” you say laughing, “I highly doubt that was the case.”

“Well, Este might be exaggerating a little bit,” Alana says, scooting in next to you. “However, there has been this guy who has been looking at you since you walked in.”

“Really?”

“Promise.”

“Where?”

“He’s to your right, at one of the tables below the bar.”

You give a hum before discreetly turning your head in the direction Alana gave. Your eyes scanned over the crowd in a noncommittal way before they finally locked with the eyes of a drop-dead gorgeous man. His face, his beard, the way his hands wrapped around the cold glass in front of him, the patchwork tattoos you saw inking his arms. He notices you staring and shoots you a charming grin, causing heat to rush to your cheeks as you shyly return his smile.

Whipping your head back around, you take another swig of your drink in an attempt to calm the fluttering of your heart. Your friends notice your flustered state but they don’t help you at all, instead choosing to laugh and hoot at your predicament.

“Stop it, it’s not funny,” you groan, setting down your drink.

“You like him,” Este coos.

“I don’t even know him!”

“Well then go talk to him, babe,” Danielle replies, playfully rolling her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing.

“No, oh god no. Uh-uh, not gonna happen,” you shoot out.

“Why not?”

“He’s, like, hot. Like really, really hot. I honestly don’t think I could say anything to him even if I wanted to. Have you seen his face?”

“Yeah, I have,” Alana butts in, “and it’s been making bedroom eyes at you for the past hour! Go!”

You huff out a breath, having clearly lost the battle between your friends before you kick up off your stool, grabbing your empty glass from the table top.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink and then I’ll talk to him. But, if he turns out to be taken or a creep or an asshole, I’m blaming all of you.”

“We’ll accept that,” Danielle retorts, shooting you another playful smile. “Now go!”

You roll your eyes in jest as you turn away from them, weaving through the crowd and making your way towards the bar. While you were moving, you found your eyes flitting back towards the handsome stranger, catching his gaze a few times. And every time you did, you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face.

It was stupid that a complete stranger had made you this dumbstruck without saying a singular word to you. But another part of you understood your dizzying reaction; it had felt as if it had been ages since you felt this beautiful, this desired. Adam sure as hell wasn’t giving you this kind of attention and there had been a nagging voice in your head blaming you for his lack. Now, here, you knew it wasn’t true.

And that became more evident when you saw a pair of tattooed arms slide up next to you at the bar. A smile pulls itself onto your face before you even look over to him. You are glad you did because when your eyes connect to his, the beautiful blue-green of his irises catch you off guard, adding to the insane attractiveness that he already possessed.

“Hey,” he says gently.

“Hi.”

“Pierre-Luc.”

“Cute.”

“Thank you.”

“I meant your name,” you tease, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks. “And the accent. French-Canadian?”  

“Yeah. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How about your name to start with,” he says and it is your turn to blush. You tell him and his only response is a hum and another smile in your direction. “Can I buy you a drink?”

As if the universe heard his question, the bartender dropped off your drink in front of you as soon as the words were out of his mouth. You pick up the glass and turn to lean back against the bar, taking a sip, watching a small chuckle move through Pierre.  

“Already have one,” you say, gently laughing as well.

“Put it on my tab,” Pierre says to the bartender, earning a nod in return and Pierre’s eyes dart back to you. “So…”

“So,” you repeat. There’s a small pause before you manage to speak. “Taken?”

“No.”

“I was afraid of that,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“Why? Are you?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’d still love to hear about it,” he replies, relaxing against the bar, his broad body now angled in your direction. You sigh, trying to put your thoughts in order, debating whether to tell a stranger your relationship woes. But before you can utter a word, you feel something touching your hand. You look down and see Pierre’s fingers dancing across your skin, outlining your fingertips, grazing your knuckles. And those delicate touches set a fire within you that you had honestly forgotten existed.

“Well, long story short, he doesn’t seem to give a shit about me. Tonight, we were supposed to go out on a date and he never showed. I was left standing in my apartment feeling like an absolute idiot. And tonight wasn’t even the first time he’s done this. But every time I confront him, he always comes up with some sort of bullshit excuse and I accept it. And I know that he’s taking advantage of my kindness.”

“Hmm,” Pierre hums, “well your boyfriend –”

“Adam,” you curtly say.

“Adam?” he repeats and you nod in confirmation. “He kind of sounds like a dick.”

“You have no idea.”

“Have you dumped him yet?”

“Not officially.”

“What a shame,” he muses, his fingers still grazing across your hand.

“Why is that?”

“I was hoping to take you home tonight,” Pierre replies smoothly, causing your heart to skip a beat at his forwardness. You look over to him, his blue eyes hooded and raking up and down your body. Normally, you wouldn’t really consider taking him up on his offer, perhaps a side-effect of your ruined self-esteem. But then again, when Pierre is looks at you like that, making you feel beautiful and wanted… it’s a feeling you never want to let go of. You take a breath, turning towards him and mirroring his lustful gaze.

“Don’t let that stop you,” you reply. It now your turn to shock him with your forwardness.

“You have a boyfriend.”

“Ex. Just because he doesn’t know it yet doesn’t mean it’s any less true.”

“Still,” he counters.

“Fine,” you declare, pulling out your cell phone from your purse. You pull up Adam’s number and quickly shoot off a text message, telling him that it was over and you were done. Once the text was sent, you turn your phone back to Pierre, showing him the messages.

“Over text?” he questions, his eyebrows raising. “Kind of harsh.”

“No worse than what he’s done to me,” you shoot back, putting your phone away. “Now,” you say, riding the high of your newfound freedom and the feeling of being desired by the gorgeous man in front of you, “are you going to treat me better than he ever did?”

A dark chuckle falls from Pierre and you watch as he lifts himself off the bar, rising to his full height. You have to suppress the shiver that wants to run through you as his fingers dance up over the bare skin of your arm.

“Sweetheart,” he says, his hand raising to cup your jaw and pull your face closer to his. He looks into your eyes with such intensity that you feel you might drown within their depths. He leans in to you until your lips are barely touching. “I’m fucking planning on it.”

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First Date Sex: Steven

(Untitled Series, Part 4a)

August 6 | |August 6B

Summary: I think the title says it all or does it?

Word count: (I wrote this in tumblr; if someone wants to tell me, I will put it in here).

Warning: SMUT! NSFW. 18+. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (m and f receiving). Fingering. Cockwarming. Praise kink. Rough sex. Manhandling. Bondage. Masochism. Daddy kink. Safe word system (stop light colors).

Pairing: Steven Grant x afab!Reader, Marc Spector x afab!Reader, Jake Lockley x Afab!Reader

Author’s Note: Sorry, not sorry it is so long. 😉😏🥴😈Not Beta’d. Mistakes are my own. I’m bad with tenses. Help me catch that, please. Enjoy as many times as you would like. 😏

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August 7th:

Steven is asleep in my bed. 😬 🥴

Gawd, the things that man can do. He is like pure muscle. The abdominals on that man, I want to bite and lick each one again and again. The stamina he has is amazing. We had sex three times and they were all so different and delicious. Omg, I feel like a horny teenager. Shit. I wonder if he wakes up with morning wood because I could so go again. 😮 Yup, I’ve become a horny teenager again. Fuck me. Hehe.

Where the fuck do I begin? I mean his lips are so soft and just the perfect shape.

Wait!

August 6th:

Dinner was so fun. I asked why he picked it even though he was vegan which he was surprised I remembered. It was so cute. So, I did the bold thing: I stood up and reached out my hand saying we should go find a place we can both easily eat. I even suggested this great food cart that is near the museum a lot. It’s like Mexican-ish which I was worried he was taken aback at my recommendation but he took my hand and we just walked over there.

He slouches. I never realized it until we were walking and holding hands. Hahaha. 🤷‍♀️ His hands are kind of calloused but the rest of his skin is soft. It was like electricity holding his hands and I was awake. My heart was just pounding whike we walked over to the food cart. It was so delicious but his company was the best thing.

Ok! I just didn’t want him eating salad and bread sticks. That is not a dinner to, at the very least, make out after. The mouths were not gonna be talking the whole time and I knew that. >.>

Anyway, he knows French. He even tutors people sometimes which is so cool. Oooo, I wonder if I can get him to speak French while we fuck. 🤤 Why didn’t he admit to knowing Spanish too?

Is it weird to be highly turned on and extremely embarrassed about all the sex last night? It was a little odd. I wonder if he likes to roleplay. He was speaking Spanish at one point with a really good accent and then the time before that I swear he sounded American. I don’t care. I’m good with it all. Just need to actually talk with him about it. I can do that, right?

I just wish I knew he was into bdsm because when he was speaking Spanish and demanded I call him Papí, and then pinned me against the damned wall. Whew, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever done. He knows where to bite too.

It was just odd because it was almost like he was building up to that or maybe he was just trying to test limits without really talking about it, maybe? I don’t know.

I’m getting ahead of myself again, fuck!

So, we sat and ate and thankfully I remembered minty gum. He took some too which was good because I got a slightly hot burrito and not sure if he likes spice that much. Don’t want that anywhere except the mouth anyway. It was fun because afterwards it was all sweet and romantic. We walked the streets in the moonlight and just talked. He told me about his Mom and how he returned to London.

How he just loved to read and used to have a serious sleep problem that eventually turned out to be something else which he seemed nervous about. Poor guy, I told him he doesn’t have to explain everything or give me his life story. It’s the fun of dating, isn’t it? Getting to know each other. He asked me if I wanted to do this again and I instantly said yes then tried to back up because I got embarrassed not wanting to sound like a teenage girl. 🤦

Fine, I’m fangirling over Steven. It ain’t like he is gonna find out? Unless I tell him which would be like a long time down the road, like a year or more or something. Huh. Yeah.

It was sweet and so fun. We ended up walking back to my place which is only like four or five blocks from the museum anyway but it was subconscious. I didn’t plan to bring him back to my loft, ok? I just wanted to make out, get felt up, maybe blow him if I was lucky. That went out the window when I invited him up. I even made him tea and then he saw all the books he’d ever recommended to me to read about Egypt.

I panicked. It was sad because I could feel my face just got fully hot and knew I had to be turning red which made me nervous. So nervous in fact that I spilled my tea on my lap. Yes, nearly boiling earl grey tea on my thighs. Good job, Y/N. You’re a fucking klutz. 🥴

That’s how everything started though. 😉 I tried to stop the spill which you can’t do then I nearly burned my hands too. My dress thankfully is cotton so I didn’t ruin it but it hurt. Steven rushed the freezer and grabbed some frozen veg to help me with the burn. He cleaned up the mess. I think he got embarrassed because I think he was talking to himself at one point. It was sweet. I can get so nervous sometimes that I’m not surprised I can hardly get past first dates with my klutziness. Oy.

He sat me at my table and checked my thighs to make sure it wasn’t a bad burn. The dress tried to stick but it was just the honey and sugar, thankfully.

I don’t know what came over me. It felt like everything was a culmination up to that point: as I watched him push up my dress along my thighs, I could feel myself just getting turned on. He had no idea what he did to me. I remember how I cupped the side of his face in my splayed fingers. The stubble rubbing on my palm and fingertips. It made me shiver and I chewed on my lip a little too hard because when he looked at me, I leaned down and kissed him harder than I meant to. My lip hurt a little. 😆

I think he panicked and froze since it was unexpected but once I licked his lips, he gasped and grabbed the back of my neck, pushing his tongue in my mouth like a starving man; I just moaned into his. He kept his other hand on my exposed thigh as I sat and he kneeled. When we stood up maintaining the kiss, his hand slid up my side and around my back to my bra, actually.

For someone who claims they don’t date much, he has amazing instincts in bed. 🤩

Things got intense rather quickly.

I wrapped my arm over his shoulder and held his neck in my hand. I played with the little, soft hairs on the back of neck and in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He moaned when I did so I slowed my pace and kept doing it. I even carded my hand through his soft locks and pulled a little here and threw which drew another moan from him. His moans just made me more wet and went straight to my center, like a coil tightening. Each time, it just made me want him more and more.

It was like I couldn’t breathe and he was my air. I could not get enough of his mouth and tongue. His lips are so soft and just the perfect size for mine. That man can kiss. When he pulled back, because he did, I was willing to pass out kissing him. >.>( )

We were both gasping for air. His usually brown eyes were nearly black, his pupils were so dilated with lust. I could feel how swollen my lips were and licked them. God, I needed more of him. Almost like I craved him, I had no idea I could want someone this much.

He was so much better than anything I imagined and I am so glad.

His mouth skipped mine and went to kiss that sensitive spot under my ear. I shift my arms to where they were more around his neck. I almost came from that spot alone. I think my panting and moans were an encouragement to him. When he moved down to neck, he was playing me like an instrument. He lips kissed and sucked then nipped the already sensitive skin and sucked again. He kept this up three or four times down the left side of my neck: kissing spots, sucking and brought the skin into his teeth, nipped with a slight rubbing Of teeth, and then sucked again, leaving bruises all the way down. I came undone. I dug my hands into his shirt and held on for dear life. I remember moaning his name and attempted to tell him I was cumming but couldn’t say anything else. I quickly became weak kneed from the intensity of that pleasure roaring through me.

I’m certain he was caught off guard because I felt him push me into him and readjust his hands to hold me up. I was already flushed but I know I grew more so when he let up and looked at me a bit confused. I was so out of it, I told him all breathy and panting, “Don’t stop.” He just grinned and asked, “You sure, Love?”

I cannot get enough when he calls me that. I just want to ride his cock every time he does.

I remember licking my swollen lips and nodding. Practically begging him to keep going, “Please, Steven.” His eyes looked over my whole face, I could feel it, and then he kissed me with so much passion and such force that he bruised my lips. They ached when he let up. He walked me back to my small table and easily lifted me up on to it. I wrapped my legs around his waist bring him to me entrapping him in between my thighs. I could feel his semi aroused cock in his jeans against my clothes sex. I started unbutton his shirt and he pulled it off tossing it on the floor. When I went for his belt, he stopped me and grinned, “You’re turn, Y/N.”

I forgot I had clothes on. I wish I could be joking but I’m not. He started puking my dress up and that’s when I realized I was sitting on it so I leaned back holding myself up with elbows and lifted my hips up for him. He pulled my soft dress over my head leaving me in matching bra and panties. I toed my flats off and they dropped to the floor.

Steven though when he looked at me was…I don’t know. It was embarrassing and made me feel so beautiful all at once. I sat up and reached for him grabbing his neck and making him kiss me again. I dug. Y hand back into his hair. I needed to hear him moan so I carded my fingers again and grabbed a handful tugging which drew his head back as he groaned. I was surprised by the grin I felt on my face because his moans were like flames rushing through my veins straight to my core bring me that much closer to my next orgasm.

I was so frustrated by our height difference that I pushed him away and hopped off the table. He was surprised and confused until I grabbed his hand pulling him to my king size bed. I turned him around and pushed him on to the comforter — yes, I made that bed just in case. I quickly grabbed his shoes and socks, and threw them behind me. I went for his belt again followed by unzipping his jeans. He lifted his hips so I could slide them down his legs. He wore boxer briefs, gray that matched his shirt. I licked my lips and chewed on lower lip as I approached him. He sat up on the bed and reached for me which I shook my head. “Not yet,” I told him so his hands rested on the bed. He watched me with his brow furrowed and lips slightly pursed. I put my hands on his knees and slowly slid up his thighs and squeezed slightly. He hummed in response. He leaned back as I reached his waistband and I swiftly slid them down, waiting be damned. His hard cock sprang free and it looked delicious. There was pre-cum starting to leak from the tip.

He began to speak, “Y/N, you don’t—“ but I stopped that with a flick of my tongue against that slit and he tasted salty, slightly bitter, and a touch of tangy sweetness. I then slid the width of my tongue flat fla down the underside of his cock. He laid down when I began to go back up and swirled around the tip, gently suckling the head for a few moments. He moaned my name and his hands went straight into my hair almost by instinct. I slid his hard thick cock in my mouth, the weight against my tongue and I moaned around him. Steven felt so good in my mouth and while I couldn’t take all of him, I had a hand around the base that was just long enough for my hand to cover to give him full coverage for that beautiful dick of his.

I slowly slid up his hard cock then back down keeping my hand with my mouth to cover his full length. As I began to speed up, his fingers turned into fists and pulled my hair.

God, I love my hair being pulled too.

When I got into a rhythm, he pulled me off of him. “Love, I’m not gonna last if you keep this up,” he said as he sat up and pulled me up to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and his other skimmed my face to my neck into my hair. I closed my eyes when he pressed his lips to mine, such a change. He was so gently and left me wanting more that when he pulled away I tried to follow him. He grinned and chuckled which made me feel even hotter as I looked down at his chest. “Sorry,” I said.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered. “Come here,” he patted next to him and scooted back on the bed. I crawled on my bed and stopped next to him. That’s when I sadly realized I still had clothes on and chuckled. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra letting it slide down my airs before tossing it to the floor without thought.

“Beautiful,” I heard him say as he looked at my breasts. I did a double take on my own breasts. They’re small and kind of perky but never had anyone call them beautiful. It was almost distracting so I shrugged. I sat down and leaned back about to take off my own underwear when Steven stopped me. The look on his face confused me. He has both hands on both of mine and this almost incredulous look on his face as if it were wrong for me to be getting myself undressed. I silently looked at him confused. He took my wrists in his and pinned them above my head watching my face as he did it.

“Is this ok, love ?” Steven asked as laid his naked, muscular body on top of mine and held my wrists for a few seconds. I could feel his cock resting against my thigh and oh, I wanted him buried inside me but he had other ideas.

I nodded, “Very much so.”

“No touching,” he instructed. I could feel the smile I was trying to resist become a grin and he slid back down my body to sit in between my legs. He carefully took off my very wet panties and tossed to the floor with a smirk. I looked away embarrassed. That smirk seemed a look if triumph at the time but I’m not so sure now. He pushed my legs apart and laid down between my legs. My heart instantly sped up as I watched his head approach my dripping center. I clasped my hands together to stop them nervously shaking.

I don’t have a lot of experience with this and the little I do have we’re not very enjoyable. I was unsure what to expect so my nerves were quickly starting to get to me.

So, when he swiped his tongue from bottom of my lips up to my clit and circle my already engorged bundle of nerves then sucked on it as he gave kitten licks, I think I passed out for a few moments. The next thing I knew Steven had two fingers inside me rubbing my g-spot and wide licks across my clit that made me buck my hips involuntary. He held my hips down by pressing on my lower abdomen. He is fucking strong because I was gone.

I think that is the fastest I’ve ever cum in my life and I’m sure everyone on my floor knows what I did last night. He was playing me like an expert and knew where to touch and lick to have me begging for him to stop. He didn’t let up once I started either. I dug my hands under the headboard and my heels into the bed holding on for the ride. He knew how to extend the fucking orgasm. Who knows those things? Seriously!

He thrusted his fingers and made sure to rub my g-spot with him licking my clit in time with every peak that had me screaming for what felt like 20 minutes, hands down.

I am certain I actually did pass out this time. I opened my eyes to find Steven gently kissing me along my jaw and neck. My hands were now by my sides too. I smiled at him and I’m sure he could see how embarrassed I was. I mean I just experience what I’ve only read in romance novels and seen in porn. He planted a gentle kiss on my lips which I licked and kissed him back as gentle.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I said back

“You ok?” He asked, concern on his face.

I grinned and nodded.

He helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. Yup, I passed out. He had enough time to get up, find a cup, fill it with ice water and then work to wake me back up.

Omg, this man is a sex god. Why would he want to ever be with me? My brain keeps tell me to marry him and I’m freaking out that I passed out from an orgasm. I’ve come close before but I may have been drunk at those times. <.<

Once I’m all good and hydrated, he sat next to me and wanted to cuddle. I look down his body at his weeping cock and quirk an eyebrow incredulously at him with a smirk on my lips. I bite my lower lip and get on my hands and knees crawling next to him, watching him watch me. I straddle him and line him up with my entrance. Before he can say anything, I practically stab myself on his rock hard, thick cock. I burn from the lack of accommodation for his girth and it feels good. I shudder falling forward catching myself against his chest. I remember feeling the definition of his torso and my eyes pop open to look at it. I run my hands over his chest and abdomen then gently run my nails feeling the slight tug of skin. Steven leans back against the headboard with his eyes closed, moaning as I do.

I just sat there on his cock enjoying myself a little too much along his torso. I chew my lower lip and lightly rub both of his nipples making a breath catch in his throat then groaned as I lightly pinched them. I leaned forward and licked his left one, just one swipe and he shudders which I could feel goes all the way to his cock. God damn, it felt good too. I tongued his nipple and he wrapped his arms around me with his head fallen back. I smirked and licked the other one with duplicating responses. I can feel myself become wetter from my core through me hearing his moans and know I caused them is just so sexy and hot. I almost cum again. Shit.

Shifting his hands to hold his shoulders, I lean back and pull him up with me making him open his eyes. I grin seeing his pupil blown and hearing him pant.I slid my hands down his back and slowly move up his cock then back down building a pace. I watch his face as I do. He grabbed my hips and flipped me on to my back with him on his knees holding my hips to keep the angle. He pulled out and plowed into me. I wrap my legs around him and work to meet him. How the fuck does he know to hit my cervix? I can’t. It’s too much.

I remember I looked at him with his eyes closed as he just rutted into me. I called his name, “Steven.” He paused a moment to look at me and I basically crawled up his arms and sat on his lap as he kneeled on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a hand in his sweaty mop of hair. I just love it. Once I’m repositioned, he shifted his grip to my ass then he started thrusting into me again.

I didn’t realize I put myself at his mercy until it was too late; I didn’t move my legs when I changed position so they were still wrapped around him with only my heels touching the bed.

The strength of this man is astonishing to say the least. He remained on his knees and fucked me. Thrust after thrust hitting my sensitive cervix every time. I remember feeling myself as I was trying to squeeze him out and then a gush of wetness followed by my walls pulsating and quivering around him. I remember feeling so overwhelmed and no idea why or how. I could feel tears form and fall down my face so I buried my face in his neck as I moaned through my release quickly followed by his. Warmth spread through my center as he continued to thrust until he stilled.

We were both still and panting. My face was still buried in his neck and arms wrapped around him for dear life. I don’t understand what I was feeling. I just knew I was so emotionally overwhelmed. I have never felt like this before. I was shuddering which I think worried him since it wasn’t a sexy shudder because I’m pretty sure he would have felt those elsewhere.

Steven started rubbing my back in circles. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” I immediately look him and shake my head, “No, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong, Baby.” I’m sure my eyes are red and I’ve tears flowing down still, and then I fucking sniffle. It was so humiliating. I still don’t know what the fuck that was. I grin out of embarrassment and wiped my face off with the back of my head as I’m trying to avoid his gaze. I can see he wanted more information but I don’t have anymore. Licking my lips as my mouth suddenly feels dry, I try to scoot off of him be he won’t let me.

“Y/N,” Steven began and cupped my cheek as he wiped away my tears with his thumb . It makes me feel warm, safe, and cared for. I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand with a small smile. I finally stopped crying.

I admit I wish I could stay there in that moment forever. I’ve never felt this way after sex let alone really with someone. I opened my eyes as I recall it sounded like he was going to say more but hasn’t. The way he is looking at me is beautiful and strange. He pushed my hair back across my scalp and his hand stayed at my neck. He leaned down and kissed me with so much emotion that I started crying again.

I feel so humiliated. “I’m sorry, Steven. I don’t—I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m not sad. I promise. Everything was amazing.” I instantly regret saying that and kick myself mentally because I’ve never had a good outcome of saying anything that positive to a male sex partner.

Steve smiled and chuckled, “Good to hear, Love.” He pecked me on the lips and I melt as I hear him call me ‘Love’ again. I just smiled and he shifted forward and laid me on the bed, slipping out of me and the mess begins to leak out but I’m too tired to deal with it. I gotta do laundry anyway. He just looked at me and smiled as he got up then headed to the bathroom. The faucet is turned on and I hear a cabinet close.

My brain started to panic. I’m high in cock and sex; I become slightly paranoid, so sad. I didn’t know I was like that but maybe it’s all those overwhelming emotions that are making me worried.

He has memorized my loft? How long was I unconscious earlier? Shit. I remember eyeing my wardrobe and then looked at the floor wondering if he went through my stuff. I mean I am happy to share all my fun toys and such but now I’m slightly worried. Can sex cause brain damage?

I cannot believe I seriously wondered that. No! Sex does not cause brain damage. 🤦

Anyway, Steven came back with a warm, wet washcloth and helped me clean up, and then cleaned up himself as well. Never had a partner do that. Huh? We got settled under my comforter and cuddled. We also fell asleep. Ok, I did. I don’t know if he did. I hope I didn’t snore.

😮

Oh my god! I’m in love with Steven Grant.

[bratdesire]

Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine​ for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house. 

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you. 

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is. 

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be. 

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she? 

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you. 

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.” 

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.” 

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?” 

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible. 

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.” 

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

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Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him. 

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease. 

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face. 

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair. 

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair. 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other. 

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric. 

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans. 

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

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It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks. 

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need. 

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game. 

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce. 

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his. 

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him. 

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond. 

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue. 

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.” 

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room. 

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin. 

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make. 

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you. 

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices. 

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see. 

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy. 

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples. 

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching. 

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore. 

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”  

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end? 

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer. 

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more. 

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse. 

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck. 

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

[ssplague]

Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend 🌬🥀

PART TWO

Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive

Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this “Just thinking about”, I’m turning it into a short story. I’m thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know I’d said that I’d give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did 🙈 The next one is entirely his POV so you’ll get your fill then!

Part 3

🌌✨🌠

“Suki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now but….”

You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be “A shit load of shooting stars tonight!” acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.

Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.

“Hah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one else….just…us” a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.

The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still weren’t entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each other’s scents over anyone else’s. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friend’s spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didn’t mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.

A voice inside his head started incessantly growling “touch her, touch her TOUCH HER”. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.

“I….I know that Kat…I wouldn’t have invited him anyway!” Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; “I like when it’s just you and I, we always have the most fun”.

He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldn’t help but ask; “So you like me better than him? You think I’m BETTER than him?”. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.

“You know I do! Besides….” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply “You smell so much better than him too!”.

Oh hell now you’d done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandora’s box.

He didn’t speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one another’s personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; “M’sorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldn’t have got in your face like that!”. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, “S’okay princess…s’not like it’s a big deal”. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.

The next few moments were spent in silence.

Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; “Suki do you know…d’you know what mates are?”. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope you’d brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadn’t just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read minds….that wasn’t very likely, thank god.

“Ah well my mom told me it’s when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apart…so they live together….and then other stuff happens that damn brats don’t need to know just yet” he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his mother’s words exactly as she’d originally said them.

“I get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing together” you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. “Me too…I wish we lived together cause then you’d always be with me” he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; “We have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!”. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. “If we’re mates then our parents can’t tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! We’ll always be able to stay together!” Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“You’re right _________! That’s a great idea”

“I know!”

“So uh..umm how uh…how do we do that?”

You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, “You don’t know how?”.

“No” he admits glumly.

You can’t hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you “Hey princess it’s alright-“. “NO!” you exclaim “We need to do this to stay together forever!”.

Then you remembered something; “I see my mom and dad do this every morning”. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; “Oh yeah, mine do the same thing! Let’s do that!”. He lays back and stretches his neck out, “You do me first and then I’ll do you kay?”.

“Kay”

You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.

“S-Shit” he says softly, squirming slightly.

“What?! Did I hurt you??!” You ask.

Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.

“N-No it didn’t hurt…please d-do it again”

You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.

“Your turn”

You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile he’s giving you.

Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.

Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; “The shooting stars!” You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. “Hey!” He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first “star” shoot across the sky. “Woah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!”.

He won’t admit it…but he does, and so do you.

As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before it’s over. The sound of Katsuki’s continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.

Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume you….

Warmth…so warm at times it could get uncomfortable.

Like right now…too close…too hot

Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, you’re at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then it’s like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.

“Ow! ow! Ow!”

You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.Friends….that’s right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! He’s still here! That’s right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.

You start to cry when you can’t feel your phone nearby on the bed, you don’t wanna look for it.

You don’t wanna be alone either though….Your scared. His room is just down the hall it’s not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow you’ll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.

You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.

One foot in front of the other.

Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.

Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.

As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now she’s practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.

Just one word, over & over & over again:

Alpha

Alpha!

ALPHAAA!!!

With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast that’s gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.

Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that you’ve become so fond of. Only it’s so much stronger and….muskier? It’s intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now you’ve started crying, salivating, and you’re just a goddamn walking train wreck… Somehow you don’t care, your appearance doesn’t matter, you just need HIM right now.

When the door opens you stumble inside.

The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;

“Finally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckin’ night for you and…hey what’s wrong? Oh shit…fuck”.

Fuck is very right.

[sukirichi]

wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event: 

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours.  Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks. 

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words. 

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.