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hoshifighting · 3 months ago

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latino!mingyu

WARNINGS: smut, latino life, im jus kidding (ou não também), mentions of alcohol, flipping the cap before kissing you, fingering, oral, dirty talk, hair pulling, public-teasing, public-make out.

if nobody said it, i will. MINGYU LATINO!!! mingyu who, no matter where he is, somehow finds a reason to grab a beer, and yeah, it's gotta be ice cold. “wanna pilsen, babe?” he’s already tossing one your way before you can answer. like, let’s be real here, this man drinks anything that remotely resembles beer. pilsen, brahma, skol, corona? he’s down. anything to cool off that tanned, toned-ass body of his after playing fútbol/futebol/soccer, anyways, for way too long just ‘cause he knows you’re watching. and when that shirt comes off? goddamn, everybody in the surroundings is drooling. mingyu knows it too, that cocky grin spreading across his face, and you're just trying to act normal. but it’s impossible when the man is literally glowing under the scorching sun.

he danced at his cousin’s quinceanera/festa de 15. of course, he did. he’s that hot cousin, the one all the aunties fawn over, talking about how he’s grown up so well, while the guys on the block are salty ‘cause their girls won’t stop staring when he's shirtless walking in havaianas flip-flops. he’s out there, not giving a damn, smiling, swaying his hips to reggaeton with you, and trust—he’s glued to your ass like you owe him something. or clapping his hands and asking you to dance samba with him. you roll your eyes, but you’re lowkey hyped up by his attention. that man is always hyping you up, calling you “amor/cariño/gatinha/mama/bebe” like it’s a full-time job.

every party, every gathering, someone’s got him dancing with their cousin, their sister, their aunt even (and he’s good at it).

mingyu who comes to your ear, whispering dirty things, just to see you getting all wet. “you look so fuckin’ good tonight, mama. can’t wait to get you back home and ruin that dress.”

he says it like it’s a casual thing, with that smirk of his. the kinda smirk that says he knows you’re weak for him, the way you flush when he so much as drags his fingers up your arm. and he’s not wrong. you could play it off cool, but he’s already in your head, already got you thinking about what’s gonna happen later.

mingyu who's skin is so damn hot, like he’s a human furnace, and you swear it’s impossible to cuddle with him for too long without needing a breather. the dude radiates heat like no one else, and even though you love the way he wraps around you—those big arms pulling you tight, holding you like he’s never gonna let go—there’s always that moment where you’re like, “okay, I need to cool the fuck down before I melt into a puddle.” and he always laughs about it, gives you that lazy smile while you’re fanning yourself, like, “what? too hot to handle?”

but the thing is, it’s not just about the heat. there’s something else in the way mingyu touches u, like he’s always trying to get as close as possible. sometimes, he has no shame in it—like when he gets that look in his eyes, and next thing you know, he’s got you pinned against a random house on the street, his mouth crashing into yours. tongue and tongue and tongue, his lips moving against yours like he’s starving for you. his hands? they’re everywhere—flying down to grab your ass, squeezing like he owns it, pulling you closer, so you can feel just how bad he wants you.

and oh my god, when he turns his cap backward before kissing you? dead. you know it's coming—the way he runs a hand through his hair, then flips that hat around. it’s such a small move, but fuck, it drives you insane every time. like he’s gearing up for something more, and you know that look means he’s about to ruin you in the best way possible. no warning, he just dives in, lips pressing hard, tongue slipping inside your mouth, claiming you. he kisses like it’s his job—wet, messy, and so fucking good you lose yourself in it every time.

then there’s mingyu in bed. and the man’s got skills 😭, and he knows it. when he’s behind you, hands in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch, it’s game over. you’re a mess, and he’s thriving off it, low growls escaping him as he fucks you from behind, his hips slamming into yours with that steady, unforgiving rhythm. he’s so into it—one hand gripping your hair, the other on your waist, guiding you, pulling you back onto him. and he doesn’t just pull your hair like it’s a casual thing—oh no. he pulls it slow, but then suddenly he yanks harder as if he's silently telling you “this is mine. you’re mine.”

and don’t even get started on his fingers. mingyu’s got the best fingers, and he knows exactly how to use them. whether it’s slow and teasing, dragging it out until u’re practically begging, or fast and rough, working you up until you can barely think straight—he’s a pro at this shit. sometimes, he’ll have u spread out, fingers deep inside you, curling them, head bobbing as he sucks your clit. and he watches you fall apart under his touch? it’s like he’s studying every reaction, committing it to memory so he can wreck you even harder next time.

but the dirtiest thing about mingyu? it’s the way he talks when you’re in public and trying to keep it together. you know the type—when you’re at dinner or out with friends, and you’re trying to be normal, trying to focus on the conversation, but mingyu’s sitting next to u, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear. his voice is low, just for you, and no one else at the table has a clue what’s going on.

“bet you’re so fuckin’ wet for me right now, aren’t you, baby? can feel how bad you want it.”

and he says it all casual, like he’s not making you clench your thighs together under the table, trying to keep from giving yourself away. but he knows, and he’s not letting up. his hand brushes your leg under the table, fingertips barely grazing your thigh, and your heart’s pounding because you know what he’s doing.

“if i slid my hand up your skirt right now, you’d be soaked. don’t lie, mama. i can see it in your eyes.”

and it’s so fucking hard not to react, not to moan right then and there. but you can’t. you won’t. because you're in public, surrounded by people, and the last thing you need is to let everyone in on the fact that mingyu’s got you trembling in your seat. but he loves it, loves seeing you try to hold it together, that smug grin playing on his lips as he watches you squirm. “gonna take you home later,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear, “will make you cream on my cock, make you scream my name. don’t think you’ll be so quiet then.”

it’s all you can do to keep breathing, to keep pretending like you’re fine when, really, all you want is for mingyu to make good on every dirty promise he’s whispered in your ear. and you know he will.

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corroded-hellfire · 8 months ago

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AYW request where Reader graduates from college so Ryan, Luke, and Eddie come to her graduation. And then Eddie gives her a little graduation gift of his own...

+ Eddie eating Reader out under her gown right after her graduation ceremony. Like, the moment she walks across the stage, he’s dragging her to the bathroom and diving in.

I am dedicating this to Dr. Bug! I'm so proud of you @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f receiving, age gap

Words: 5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The polyester robe that hangs on your shoulders sways in the breeze as you fetch your cap out of the back seat. The cerulean regalia is a beautiful shade, but it was a pain in the ass to find something to wear beneath it that didn’t clash. The white floral summer dress peeking out now from your unzipped gown was a lucky find that caught your eye while out having lunch with Max one day.

Cap with a golden tassel securely in your hand, you shut the back door to your sister’s car and walk around the backside to stand next to her.

“I can’t wait to meet your boyfriend,” your sister teases, as if you’re twelve and not twenty-two.

You roll your eyes as you lift a hand to shade your face from the blazing sun above. It’s not even officially summer yet but Indiana is coming in hot with those high temperatures this year.

“Don’t be weird,” you say.

An exaggerated gasp leaves your older sister’s lips, and she presses a hand to her heart, fresh yellow nail polish glinting in the sunlight.

“Me? I’m never weird.”

“When I was fourteen you told Connor Donald–”

“But you were going to the bathroom!”

“You don’t tell that to a boy when he calls!” Somehow you feel like that teenage girl all over again.

“I just had this feeling about him,” she says with a shrug. Your sister crosses her arms over her chest. “And I was right.”

“Yeah, he was a creep,” you admit.

The smug smile on her pretty face is annoying enough to have you turning away from her. At the other end of the parking lot, you see a familiar group of men headed your way, and the littlest one breaks away from the herd and races your way, yelling your name. As he gets closer, you spy the hat perched atop his chocolate curls and the cuteness devastates you.

With a gleeful chuckle, you catch Luke as he flings himself into your arms. Using the momentum, you swoop the almost-seven-year-old up and hold him against your hip. Your back and arm muscles protest the effort, but you do your best to ignore them. Truthfully, Luke’s getting heavier and too big for this now, but you can’t bear to stop picking him up—he’s still that baby boy to you.

“Hey, you,” you greet him.

“You look so pretty!” he tells you as you begrudgingly set him down.

“Thank you!” you say. “You look pretty handsome yourself in that snazzy fedora.”

Luke giggles and adjusts the brim of the hat so he can see you better.

By now, the rest of the gang has made their way to you and Ryan is the next one to launch himself towards you for a hug. Wayne goes next and you can tell your boyfriend is purposefully waiting to be the last one. Indeed he was as he brings you into his arms and presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. His hands slip below the graduation robe and rest on the soft cotton of the dress that hugs your lower back.

“Hi,” he whispers against your lips.

“Hi,” you reply just as softly.

If it weren’t for your sister clearing her throat, you very well might have forgotten that you were at your graduation, let alone there were other people standing around you right now. Such is the power of Eddie and his touch.

“Oh,” you say, face heating up as you take a step back from your boyfriend. “Right. Um, everyone, this is my big sister, Gin. Gin, this is Eddie, Wayne, and the little monsters Luke and Ryan.”

Both boys make silly faces at you in retaliation for their introduction, which you have no problem doing right back to them.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Eddie says, extending his hand.

“Likewise,” Gin replies as she shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Wayne greets your sister. They shake hands as Eddie comes closer to you again, standing behind you and resting his hands on your hips.

“Heard that if it weren’t for you, these two wouldn’t even know each other,” Wayne says, nodding to you and Eddie.

Ryan’s nose scrunches up in confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s true,” Gin tells the boy with a smile. “My old roommate is friends with your mom. One day I overheard something about someone needing a babysitter and I knew my little sister was available.”

Luke walks over and wraps his arms around your sister’s hips, giving her a big squeeze.

“Thank you for hearing that!”

The adults chuckle and you lean back into Eddie as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I don’t wanna go in,” you say with a sigh.

“Where are you going?” Ryan asks.

“I have to go inside with everyone else who’s graduating,” you explain as Eddie’s arms wind their way around your waist. He isn’t making this any easier. “That way you guys get to watch me when I walk across the stage.”

“Ed, would you let the poor girl go?” Wayne says with a sigh, making Gin let out a tittering laugh.

“Don’t wanna,” he says like a petulant child. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “I like your dress.”

“Thank you,” you hum softly.

Silently, Eddie presses his body flush up against yours and you feel his half-hard cock pressing up against the top of your ass. A strangled gasp leaves your lips and Eddie has to bury his face in your neck to hide his smirk.

“I really like it,” he mumbles against your skin.

Sitting in the small arena, in dark green retractable seats that are usually reserved for someone watching a school basketball or hockey game, Ryan and Luke start to grow restless as they wait for the graduation ceremony to begin. Eddie knows they won’t exactly be captivated once it starts either, but he’ll cross that bridge when he comes to it.

“Luke, can you please sit down? I don’t want to ask you again.”

“When is she coming out?” Luke asks, craning his neck to look around at the stage as he does as his father asked.

“When everybody else does,” Ryan says, also bored, but annoyed by his little brother as well.

“But when’s that?” the six-year-old whines.

“You know,” Gin says with a smile that looks suspiciously like one of Luke’s or Ryan’s when they’re up to something, “I have some pretty funny stories I could tell you about her.”

Eddie is also clearly intrigued by this, a spark of mischief gleaming in his own eyes.

“Ooh, like what?” Luke asks, already engrossed even though your sister hasn’t begun yet.

“Well, one time,” Gin starts, “she thought she could be like Mary Poppins and fly. She grabbed an umbrella and wanted to climb up to the roof. Our dad followed her into the garage and asked what she was looking for. When she said a ladder so she could go up to the roof, he put an end to her plan. She cried the whole day because she wasn’t allowed to try and fly like Mary Poppins could.”

Luke laughs, tilting sideways until he’s leaning against his big brother. Ryan’s chuckling as well, picturing you being mad because you can’t fly.

“Are you the big sister?” Ryan asks.

“I am,” Gin says.

“How many years?” Luke asks. “Ryan’s two years older than me. I’m the baby.”

“I’m six years older than her.”

“I’m six years old!” Luke shares excitedly.

“Do you have any more stories?” Ryan asks.

Eddie and Wayne share a smile between the two of them. Ryan is usually never so open with people he’s just met—he’s always been the shyest in the family. But there’s something about Gin being your sister that has Ryan feeling comfortable enough to be himself. The two of you aren’t identical, though it’s easy to tell that you are sisters. Gin is slightly shorter, and her face holds more roundness than yours does, but there’s a clear resemblance. Especially around the eyes, Eddie notices. They aren’t the exact same shade, but the shape of your eyes and arch of your eyebrows are very much alike.

“Hmm,” Gin hums as she thinks of another story to entertain the boys with. Eddie can’t help but notice she purses her lips when she’s thinking the same way that you do as well.

“Oh, okay. She used to make us watch her sing and dance all the time! Especially to New Kids on the Block.”

“Who?” Ryan asks.

Before the stab of feeling old has time to sink in for Eddie, Gin, or Wayne, the lights dim and a blanket of quiet falls over the crowd.

The faculty takes their places on stage and Pomp and Circumstance begins to play over the loudspeaker. Soon, a rolling wave enters the floor of the arena as all graduates file in towards the rows of chairs laid out for them.

Both Ryan and Luke stand, the younger Munson on his tippy toes as he tries to look as far and wide as he can to spot you in the crowd.

“Where is she?” Luke groans. “Everyone is so blue!”

“Ugh! I can’t find her!” Ryan follows up.

It takes Eddie a few moments to find you as well. Everyone is matching so he can’t go by what you’re wearing beneath your gown, and it’s even hard to see your beautiful hair with the cap restricting his view. But it doesn’t take your boyfriend very long to spot you, as he’d be able to find you anywhere—even if he was blindfolded.

“Look, look,” Eddie says, gesturing for his sons to step closer to him. “She’s right there. Next to Aunt Jess.”

Ryan and Luke do their best to follow the direction that their father is pointing in, but it’s hard–even when the graduates all stop walking once they reach their seats. But as Ryan wrinkles up his brow and really tries to examine his dad’s line of vision, his eyes catch on you.

“I see her!” A grin lights up Ryan’s face and it fills Eddie with a warmth that the outside sun could never hope to aspire to.

After a few more minutes, and once the speeches begin, Luke spies you as well and becomes just as excited as his big brother. Their joy quickly wears off as speaker after speaker comes up to the podium to give some of the most boring speeches Eddie has ever heard in his entire life. He can’t blame his boys for practically falling asleep slumped against one another.

Finally, the names of the graduates begin to get called and the boys muster up their energy reserves to wait for you. There’s a good chunk of graduates who have their moment before a name is called that the boys recognize.

“Jess Arnold.”

The boys excitedly cheer but become even giddier when they see you’re next up.

Nothing could have prepared you for the emotion of walking across the stage to receive your diploma. Hearing your name called over the loudspeaker was cool, being up on the jumbo screen for a moment was pretty surreal, but the sounds coming from one particular section of the audience have you choking up as you accept the rolled up piece of parchment from the Dean.

The claps of two small pairs of hands and cheers from those same boys send goosebumps shooting up and down your arms. Luke hadn’t even shouted that loud in excitement when he saw the real-life Hot Wheels cars. Wayne’s whistle joins the noise, that piercing sound making you chuckle as you try to swallow your emotions. Gin’s voice is unmistakable in her cheering—you heard that yelling every day growing up, you’d know it anywhere. But the sound in the cacophony that makes a few tears spill over your lash line is Eddie’s proud and happy “Woo!” that he repeats as you make your way across the platform. You just wish he was waiting for you as soon as you stepped off the stage so you could run into his arms. But as you step down and are about to head back to your seat, you look up and see where your family is up in the stands.

When they realize you’re looking at them, the boys wave excitedly, both hands flapping over their heads. Wayne and Gin both give you waves as well. Your eyes are glued to Eddie though, as he presses his hand to his mouth and then extends it towards you, blowing a kiss your way. A girlish giggle bubbles out of you at the gesture and you blow one right back to him.

It feels like ants scurrying out of an ant hill as you exit the arena and try to find familiar faces amongst the thousands of family members and friends who are here to support their loved ones today.

Jess comes up beside you and loops her arm through yours. You flash her a quick smile and the two of you fight your way through the crowd, searching for your people.

Your name catches your attention and your head whips to the left to see Luke’s small hands cupped around his mouth. It’s a swim upstream as you tug Jess in that direction, but you finally make it to find Eddie waiting with a bouquet of carnations in his hand.

More tears threaten to spill over as he hands them to you with a smile so full of admiration and pride on his face.

“Congratulations, sweetheart.”

The wrapper around the flowers crinkles in your hand and you make sure it’s held tight in your fist as you throw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and hug him as close as you can manage. Eddie doesn’t hesitate for a moment, his arms encircling your waist and holding your body up against his.

“Thank you,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the crowd. “I love you so much.”

“They’re from us, too!” you hear Luke say.

With a soft chuckle, you pull away from Eddie who is raising an eyebrow at his boys.

“Are they, now? I must’ve missed the part where you chipped in,” he says.

“You must’ve,” Luke agrees with a shrug.

You laugh and hand the flowers to Eddie so you can pull both boys in for a big hug. Each of them gets squeezed in an arm but they cling to you just as tightly.

“You were on stage!” Ryan says when you let go.

“And I heard you cheering for me!” you tell him.

“Can I wear your hat?” Luke asks.

“Oh, I need a picture of that,” you say while nodding your head.

That leads to dozens of pictures being taken. You with everyone at once, you with everyone individually, you and Jess goofing off before she went off to find her family. Luke takes a handful while wearing your cap but Eddie plops it back on your head so he can take a few more with you.

Both boys make gagging noises as Gin snaps a picture of Eddie giving you a kiss. Their groans only grow as you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck and sink further into the kiss, another snapshot being taken.

“Please tell me that one isn’t going to get hung up anywhere,” Luke gripes.

For the next picture, Eddie wraps his arm tightly around your waist and dips you, causing you to let out a mixture of a squeal and laughter as your hands cling to him for stability. You’re aware of the flash of the camera going off but it’s nothing compared to the brightness of Eddie’s grin as he looks down at you. It makes your heart pound faster than the adrenaline from the feeling of almost falling could ever do.

Once multiple roles of film have been used, the camera gets tucked away and it’s time to get going. Eddie offers to drive you back, just the two of you, since Gin drove you here and she’s headed straight back home. Wayne can take the boys back to give you and Eddie some time alone.

“Thank you for coming,” you say to your sister as you pull her in for a hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she tells you. “I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you.”

It makes you smile to see how the Munsons all hug her goodbye as well–even shy little Ryan. With one last wave, your sister heads towards the parking lot and Wayne ruffles the hair of the two boys.

“Ready, knuckleheads?” he asks.

“Can I wear your cap home?” Luke asks.

“Sure.” You hand the blue piece of regalia to him and instead of switching it out with his fedora like he did for the pictures, he just stacks it on top of his own hat.

“That’s a great look,” Eddie tells him, to which Luke winks in response.

“Will you take these for me, Ry?” you ask, offering the eight-year-old your bouquet of pastel-colored flowers.

“Of course!” The wrapper crinkles as the boy situates the long stems against his shorter frame.

You press a kiss to both boys’ cheeks before they head towards the parking lot with Wayne. Eddie laces his fingers with yours and you go to follow in the same direction the others just went, when Eddie tugs you back and smacks a kiss to the back of your hand.

“How about a little campus tour before we go?” he asks.

“Oh?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. “Anywhere in particular you want to see?”

Eddie shrugs. “Your favorite spots. Somewhere there’s no one else, maybe.”

“Right,” you say, a smirk tugging the corners of your lips. “Let’s see what we come across.”

Hand in hand, the two of you take a leisurely stroll through the quad of campus. Where there are usually people studying or picnicking during the semester, now there are graduates and families taking pictures and celebrating. The warm day outside leads you to the cool shelter of the student center at the far end of the yard, where you spent a lot of your college days having lunch. It’s mostly empty now, no one having any real need to be in here other than to escape the brutal sun.

An empty hallway catches Eddie’s eye, and he leads you by the hand to follow him in that direction. His boots squeak against the white linoleum tiles and your heels clack as you step behind in his wake. There isn’t much down this way except for a few offices that are now empty, a room full of vending machines, and some bathrooms.

Your boyfriend takes advantage of the latter, the empty hallway leading him to believe there will be no one in the men’s room. His gamble is correct as he pulls you in behind him. He moves quick as lightning to turn the lock on the bathroom door, assuring that no one will interrupt the two of you.

Eddie’s lips are on yours a heartbeat later, both his and your hands going to the zipper of your graduation gown. Neither of you can get it down blindly, but Eddie’s too impatient to make another go at it. Instead, he grips your hips and helps you sit on the peach granite counter behind you. The gown gets rucked up your body, the dress he’s so fond of joining it until they’re both up around your waist.

“Eddie,” you whimper.

“Shhh, shhh, baby,” Eddie croons as he sinks down to his knees. Soft, plush lips trail hot kisses from the inside of your left knee all the way up to the apex of your thighs. Large, strong hands massage up and down your legs as his lips never leave your skin, touching and teasing everywhere except where you need him the most.

Eddie lets his eyes slip closed not only to let himself enjoy the feeling of having his hands and lips worship your soft skin, but also because if he gets one more look at the wet patch on your purple lace panties, he’s going to rip them off of you and the fun will end far too soon.

“Eddie, please,” you beg.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he says softly.

Torturously slow, Eddie’s mouth comes closer to your center, the heat of his breath making you curl your toes before he even comes in contact with you. Brown doe eyes open to look at you, darkened by lust as he finally presses his mouth against your core, kissing against the wet patch of your panties that’s driving him so wild. Pleasure flutters in your pussy, your hole clenching around nothing as Eddie opens his mouth and grips the material of your panties with his teeth. As quick as he grabbed them, he lets them go, letting the wet lace smack back against your clit.

“God, I need you,” Eddie growls.

Calloused fingers work themselves up the outside of your thighs and grip the purple material at your hips. You arch your back, head resting against the bathroom mirror, to assist your boyfriend in ridding you of your underwear, which he shoves into the back pocket of his pants.

Now with nothing between him and your soaked pussy, Eddie eyes it greedily and the way he stares at your bare sex turns you on even more. You choke on a breath as he dives in, tongue instantly running from your hole up to your clit. He decides to keep his attention there, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” you moan. Eddie’s responding moan reverberates up your core, adding another layer of pleasure to his mouth on you.

He hitches your left leg over his shoulder to open you up even more for him, going in to devour you like his life depends on it. His hot, long tongue glides through your folds as he licks at you, not stopping even for a moment to catch his breath–not giving you a moment of reprieve as his mouth works against your pussy like it was made for this.

You never want this–him–to stop but Eddie’s too God damn good with his mouth for you to last long.

“E-Eddie, please.” You’re not sure what you’re pleading for as you reach down and grip the curls on the top of the older man’s head in your hand. It takes all of your control not to rut your hips against his sinful mouth.

Even though you’re not sure what you’re asking for, Eddie somehow knows what you need—he always does. He slips a finger inside of you, quickly followed by a second, as he keeps his mouth working on your clit. His eyes are trained on yours, not breaking contact for a second as his tongue laps at your clit and his fingers pump in and out of your greedy pussy.

If the feeling alone wasn’t about to bring you over the edge, the sight before you was.

“Oh, I’m gonna, I-I’m gonna–”

You don’t have time to finish your thought as your orgasm rushes over you, pleasure sparking throughout your body and leaving a tingle in your veins that only Eddie can give you. Thick fingers continue to work you through it, his tongue not giving up its assault on your clit until he’s wrung every ounce of ecstasy he can from you.

Once your muscles relax and you’re panting above him, Eddie slips his fingers from inside of you and stands up. He wastes no time slipping them into his mouth, moaning as he savors the taste of you. You’d come again just from that if you had the energy.

“Eddie,” you whisper between labored breaths.

“I love how much you say my name,” your boyfriend says as he leans over your body and presses his lips against yours.

The sound of Eddie’s zipper being pulled down shoots a thrill of excitement through you as the two of you exchange easy, lazy kisses. His hard cock nudging at your hole has you breaking your mouth away from his, a whimper tumbling from your lips.

“Yes,” you whine, the only word in your otherwise blank mind.

His initial push into you has you gripping at his shoulders, throwing your head back, which Eddie takes full advantage of and attaches his lips to your throat. The deeper he sinks into you, the harder your nails dig into the back of the button up shirt Eddie wore just for the occasion today.

“Shit,” Eddie huffs with a small laugh. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Fuck, been hard since I saw you this afternoon. Couldn’t stop thinking about how bad I wanna fuck you since then. How bad I needed to taste you. Feel that tight, perfect pussy of yours squeezing me so fuckin’ good.”

You lift your head up to look at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Even though m’not your college girl anymore?” you ask through your shallow breathing.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie growls, gripping your hips tighter and adjusting the angle that he pushes into you. “You’re my college graduate. My smart girl. My smart girl who gets so dumb on my cock, doesn’t she?”

“Uh huh.” You nod, your head heavy as the familiar pressure builds up in your lower tummy.

“That’s my girl.”

“So close,” you whine.

“Me too, baby. Come on. Be my good girl and come with me.”

One of Eddie’s hands leaves your hips and his thumb presses against your clit, making tight circles just the way he knows drives you crazy.

“Fuck,” you groan.

“Let go, princess.”

“Shit, I-I’m coming!”

Eddie spilling into you, coating your walls with his warm seed elevates this orgasm as you hold onto your boyfriend for dear life. Lightning sparks everywhere his body touches yours and pure bliss washes over you like a wave on the surf.

It takes a few minutes for the two of you to catch your breath. Eddie’s body hovers over yours and, if you’re honest, you’d be fine if he never moved. Eventually, he has to though, which also means pulling out of you. Though you whine at the loss, Eddie is right there to help clean you up and press sweet kisses to your mouth.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Mmm, I would hope so,” you tease, throwing your arms around his neck.

Eddie has one arm draped around your shoulders as you walk down the hallway to his apartment door. He keeps pressing kisses to your temple and running the material of your graduation gown between his fingers.

“What’re the odds the boys will be asleep?” Eddie asks when you’re one door away.

“Slim to none,” you answer with a bark of laughter. “It’s still light out.”

“Details, details.” Eddie grabs the doorknob and tosses the front door open, allowing you to step inside first.

But you don’t even get one foot over the threshold before your eyes take in the sight before you. A large banner reading “Congratulations!” hangs in the archway that leads to the bedrooms and the apartment is crowded with people. Your jaw drops and it takes your brain a few moments to recalibrate. Once it does, you spin around to face Eddie and swat at his arm.

“I told you I didn’t want a party!”

Eddie shakes his head, a shit-eating grin on his face, as he leads you into the apartment and closes the door behind him. All six Harringtons are here, Max, Lucas, and their daughter Tiffany, and Wayne with both boys, who look more mischievous than ever.

“Oh no, this isn’t a graduation party,” Eddie says.

Nancy steps forward, a sly smile on her face, when you narrow your eyes at Eddie.

“Nope,” she echoes. “It’s an employee performance review.”

You stare at her for a moment, not comprehending her words.

“What?”

She can’t help but let out a small chuckle so Steve steps up to her side to help her out.

“You’re our employee, right? Watch the kids? So, we reviewed your performance and determined it was excellent.”

“Which of course calls for a party,” Nancy explains, gesturing to the living room full of people around her.

“And the fact that it happens to be on the day I graduated college?” you ask, tilting your head to look at Eddie.

“Complete coincidence,” he says with an innocent shrug.

“Look, look, look!” Luke bounds over and grabs your hand, leading you over to the counter that separates the kitchen and the living room.

A large sheet cake with vanilla icing and blue piping rests there, bearing the words “Congrats Grad!” in gold lettering.

It brings a smile to your face, but you smile even wider as you look down at Luke and then over at Ryan.

“Did you two know about this?” you ask.

“Maaaaybe,” Ryan drawls.

“I can’t believe you kept a secret from me!”

You pull Luke in against your chest and start to tickle his sides. He squirms, trying to get away from you as he howls in laughter.

“Ahh! Ryan! Help me!”

Ryan rushes over and tries to tug his little brother out of your grasp, but you’re quicker. You pull the older Munson brother into your clutches as well and he becomes another victim of your tickling. They both shriek and try to run, but you cease your tickling to wrap your arm around each boy and press a kiss to the top of their heads.

“You little sneaks,” you say.

“Can we have cake now?” is Luke’s only reply. He doesn’t wait for a response before posing another question. “Do you make a wish on graduation cakes?”

“What would you wish for, babe?” Eddie says as he walks over to you. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and you furrow your brow. “Would it be to fly like Mary Poppins?”

Your eyes widen as all the heat in your body rushes to your face.

“I’m going to kill my sister.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

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goosita · 1 year ago

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billy antrim is smooth

he pulls you in with strong hands at your waist, warmth radiating off of him. his chest is broad and sturdy where your hands fall against it, flannel shirt soft and worn. there’s a group of other men somewhere in the corner of the saloon, playing at their guitars and fiddles while the oil lamps keep the place lit in a hazy glow.

“hey, sweetheart,” he drawls, giving you a crooked smile. so boyish and sweet despite the heat simmering in his eyes. “missed ya today.”

he’s been out in the sun, that much you can tell. his cheeks are redder than usual, freckles dotting his nose faintly. dust has settled in the wisps of dark hair that fray out from underneath his hat. he smells like grass and sunshine, something masculine and heavy below the surface. billy’s been pulling long days, doing work he never really tells you about. all you know and need to know is that he’ll come find you at the end of the day, he always does.

everyone in town always called him “the kid”, but by the time you’d met billy, he was all man. his jaw sharp and stubbled, tall and broad and firm, unyielding. he commanded attention, even when he didn’t mean to. billy antrim holds himself confidently, self-assured. he had a natural leadership to him, something that it caused people to look at him and see him. the men watch him with mixtures of admiration and envy, and the women watch him with longing and desire.

“missed you too, billy,” you say with a smile in return. and its true; you always miss him during the day. billy haunts your thoughts when the sun is up, then slinks into your arms when the moon replaces it.

he pulls you in tighter to his body, his hand splayed across your lower back pressing you flush against him. his grin twitches up a little higher at the little gasp that his actions pulls from you. this close, you can feel exactly how much he’d missed you pressing into your lower belly through your skirts.

“i know, baby.” he dips his head to skim the tip of his nose along your cheek, his breath tickling your ear. “can’t wait to get you alone,” he whispers, pressing the softest kiss below your jaw. you knew people were probably staring, his bold display of affection in such a public space making you shiver. it didn’t really matter much, though. everyone knew you were his girl anyway.

“slow down, cowboy. i’m havin’ a nice time right here, actually,” you tease. billy lets out a breathy chuckle that makes your stomach do fluttery things.

the boys in the corner continue to play and you let billy sway you to their song, keeping his heavy palm at your lower back and holding your hand in his free one.

“alright. you want slow, i’ll be slow for ya,” he whispers, mirth dancing in his gaze. “anything you want, darlin’.”

always so in control, your man is. but he bends for you, lets you take his reigns. you know he’ll always give it to you. billy antrim is steadfast and unwavering, until you look at him with your pretty eyes and sweet lips. when you tell him what you want, that becomes his whim too then.

later on, when your wants begin to melt into each other until neither of you can wait any longer, billy keeps his promise. the way he undresses you and pushes you gently down onto his bed is slow, even slower when his lips and tongue caress everywhere on your body he can reach until you’re gasping and mewling his name.

slow even as he rolls his hips into you, feeling the way your thighs tremble around his waist. his hands take their time caressing the length of your arms before his fingers are wrapping around your wrists, pinning them into the pillows above your head. his mouth does wicked things against your own, his tongue teasing and teeth nipping softly.

when you beg for him to move faster, he smirks against your lips and shakes his head.

“nuh uh. you wanted slow, remember? we’re gonna be slow tonight.”

he chuckles at your whine, making a cheeky point to push hips hips even more unhurriedly. his pubic bone grinds against your clit at every press, making your back arch. his cock grazes against a spot inside you that makes you sob his name, relentless even as he takes his sweet time with you. it’s overwhelming, the sweetest torture as he moves against you. his bare skin sliding against yours feels like velvet, smooth and soft and warm.

he’s everywhere all at once, and you relish in being completely at his mercy. his sheets smell like him, splayed out around you as you writhe; his mouth only ever leaves yours to find a new spot to kiss, lick, bite. his hushed voice fills your ears, low moans and filthy praises that make your cunt squeeze even tighter around him. billy’s a solid weight above you, completely surrounding you and all of your senses. he’s taking you apart piece by piece and you let him.

when you finally fall over the edge, it feels like it lasts for ages. your body shudders and you pant, whimpering as billy whispers praises in your ear.

“that’s it, baby. cum on my cock, just like that. fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, and you can tell he’s close too. your thighs tighten around him, hips lifting to meet each thrust of his until he’s groaning and dropping his head to your shoulder, spilling inside of you. his body shines in the moonlight with a thin sheen of sweat, hot to the touch and sensitive.

billy antrim is smooth where you need him to be, when he occupies your thoughts at all hours of the day and lures you into his bed at night.

a/n: shoutout to the anon who told me about the black velvet edit on tiktok and also @ voidaconitum for making said edit

#lets try this again #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #billy bonney #william h bonney

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thesassypadawan · 8 days ago

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Santa Tell Me (A.J. x Button!Reader)

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and you except your boyfriend of year to pop the question…again. However, before he can…you surprise him with a special gift of your own.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the fluff with a bit of the smut. Fun from behind (giddy up), misuse of a jolly old elf’s hat, size diff, ho ho hoe lingerie, and… A.J.’s big, fat dick.

Notes: Happy Holidays, lovelies! Welcome to track seven of my special holiday mix, Santa Tell Me! ❤️💚

(Merry Christmas, @everydaydreamer! And thank you for making the perfect pic for this! 🎅)

- ‘Santa, tell me if you're really there… Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year…’

- One big hand comes to settle on your hip, squeezing gently. The other taking your smaller one, lazily lacing and intertwining your fingers together. Swaying you both slowly back and forth to the familiar, festive music. Blue eyes locked with yours in the mirror’s reflection; gaze warm, affectionate…loving.

- “Look absolutely flawless, doll,” he mutters. Voice low and gravelly, rumbling deep in his chest…through your petite frame. Goosebumps forming on your skin…and not from the nonexistent chill in the air. “Gorgeous like always, ‘cept it’s missin’ one thing.”

- You knew all too well where the conversation was going. In the short year you two have been an item, you’ve heard it at least a dozen or so times. The same sweet, endearing request; accompanied by the same little, velvet box. That he seems to make appear out of nowhere, just like…

- “Oh, baby,” you sigh, hint of sadness in your words. Watching A.J. pull it out from his vest pocket, fiddle and roll it with his long digits. “I know you want to marry me bad, but…”

- Words fall short when he pops the lid open. Revealing not a ring. Instead what was easily the most beautiful, breathtaking opal necklace you’ve ever seen.

- “I know, I know…‘we’ll see’,” he chuckles. Repeating your usual response, while helping you put it on. Calloused fingertips brushing, lingering for an extra moment or two on the nape of your neck. “Someday though, it’s gonna be…‘yes’.”

- Slight smile pulling at the corners of your pink tinted lips. As you admire the way it sparkles in the twinkling light, the fact he remembered the significance of this stone. At the amount of faith, patience he has in and when it comes to you. Plus a few other things. “Yeah…we’ll see.”

- Shrugging, leaning down he places a tender kiss on your cheek…the top of your head. “Come on, we better get goin’.” Before straightening up once more, giving a quick tap to your perfect bottom. “Don’t wanna be too late to the party.”

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- All evening long, you’re very much an inseparable pair. Never one without the other, practically glued together at the hip.

- With you holding onto, pressing into his side. Peppermint swirled nails occasionally trailing up his spine, gently scratching a certain spot between his shoulder blades. That has him grunting softly in appreciation…those lean muscles contorting, relaxing beneath your welcomed touch.

- As for him, well… Hardly a minute passes when he doesn't have an arm wrapped around your waist or a palm resting on the small of your back. Fingers rubbing, massaging. Sometimes traveling a bit lower, under the hem of your cocktail dress when he thinks no one is looking…drawing out a tiny, muffled squeak from you each time.

- But on the rare instance when you weren’t attached to your better half. You could be spotted with the rest of the ladies. Mingling, being asked, more like grilled, on whether you finally caved…finally gave him the answer he wants to hear and officially join their patchwork family.

- “We’ll see,” you would reply simply and politely. Smiling coyly over the rim of your glass, at his turned back from across the room. Watching as he folded another hand in the guys’ silly card game. Listening to him echo your own words, undoubtedly given the same question.

- All in all, he whole night went by in what feels like a blur. Of hearty laughs, variety of decadent treats, one too many cups of good cheer…a few stolen kisses below the mistletoe. And, soon enough, you find yourself tugging on A.J.’s hand. Bring him level, whispering in his ear for you to be whisked home. Where the real party could begin, the best part yet to come…his last gift.

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- Crashing through the front door, nearly chipping the paint and knocking a picture off the wall. Tongues tangled, lips meshed together in perfect harmony. With your digits unabashedly pulling at his belt, fumbling for his fly. And his slipping beneath the folds of your skirt; seeking out that string of mysterious, elusive lace felt during his earlier escapades.

- “Don’t be stingy, sweetheart,” he murmurs between heated kisses. Hand inching ever higher, palm cupping and kneading a sweet cheek. “It’s already after midnight.” Thumb nonchalantly hooking, fiddling with the delicate fabric teasingly…letting it snap. “Wanna open my present.”

- Jumping slightly, a squeal mixed with an excited giggle bubble up from your throat. “Mmmh, all right.” All the while rubbing, massaging that delectable bulge; enticing it to grow, strain the front of his trousers. “Since you’ve been such a good boy this year.” Giving it one last gentle squeeze, earning one more grunt. Before…

- Gone for only a hot minute or two, you return to find him lounging naked on the couch. Arms draped over the back lazily, long legs spread casually. Santa hat perched perfectly, barely covering his candy cane and sack of goodies. “That’s certainly a look, J.”

- Smirking, rising to his feet. He keeps the jolly old elf’s cap securely in place as he saunters over, comes to meet you in front of the panoramic window. Fingertips tangling, playing with the ribbon wound and tied perfectly around… “Says the woman wearin’ paper like a dress.”

- Anticipating the inevitable sassy quip that would undoubtedly come, he acts quickly and smoothly. “Not that I’m complain’.” Bending, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Lavishing your sugar cookie scented skin in love bites and nips. “Or grateful.”

-As he tears away, takes his time. Savoring, slowly and carefully unwrapping. “Musta been real good.” Revealing the sexy, little ho-ho-hoe number that lay beneath. “To deserve somethin’ this sweet…”

- Skillfully and in a single, fluid motion. A.J. whirls, twirls you to the music that plays softly in the background. “…exquisite…” Pushing you against the cool glass. Pinning and holding, encompassing you completely with his larger frame. Stocking hat left forgotten on the floor, laying amongst the shreds of discarded paper. “…wonderful like ya.”

- Eyes hungrily sweep and take in your red, tulle clad form. Meeting, locking with yours in the reflective surface. “Now, on them tip-toes, baby doll…” Palm smoothing down your semi- clothed back, following the intricate details and patterns of the bustier. Settling on your hip, tugging on it a bit too roughly. “…lemme try out my new toy.”

- Eagerly you ease, precariously balance on them. Sparks of anticipation bursting, bemused smile crossing your face. Watching him still have to slouch, crouch slightly. To align himself with your aching entrance. “Sure you’re not too big for this one?”

- Laying tender, adoring kisses along your spine. His free hand finds, gropes a pert breast. “Nah, not too big.” Thumb swirls, fingertips rolls and pinches your pebbled bud. Fat tip prods, teases at your soaked folds core. “Always liked my playthings to be a little on the small…” Surging forward, steadily stretching. Forcing your tight cunny to open with his thick cock. “Fuck…side.”

- Moaning, whimpering…nails scramble, scratch lightly. Palms flatten, brace against the steamed-up glass. While he thrusts, pounds into you unbridled and wild. Toned chest pressed to, resting his full weight onto you. A.J. looms above, grunting and groaning in your ear each time he bottoms out. Increasing his pace with every powerful drive.

- “So…shit…” Bullying and hitting, bruising your cervix over and over. “Lemme get…” The heat rises, pools in the pit of your stomach. “Lemme get this straight…” Peak approaching swiftly, gummy walls fluttering and burning. “You’ll become the Clause Man’s wife before m-mine?”

- Body tenses, goes ridged. Starts to shake from all the overwhelming pleasure that courses through. “Who…who said that wasn’t you…” You can feel him twitching and throbbing. Shuddering as he draws closer to his own release, mind-numbing orgasm. “That you’re not San-San…”

- Slamming hard, you both cry out in bliss. You clamping and clenching, gushing all over him. While he paints your insides a sticky, snowy white; stuffing your little stocking nice and full.

- Panting, knees shaking. He helps you back down onto your feet. Immediately wrapping, swallowing up your unsteady form in his strong arms. Laughing happily and joyfully. Peppering the top of your crown in frantic, loving kisses. All because you finally agreed. Said the one thing he’s been waiting to hear since he first presented you with that little, velvet box. “Then I guess ya better call me Santa… Mrs. Clause.”

- Bursting out into a fit of giggles, sporting an elated grin. You tilt your head back, teasing playfully…finally getting in a smart remark. “So, Santa…tell me what else you want?”

- “Yeah, actually.” Mirroring your smile, he starts to lazily rock…buck and rut again. “I could think of one thing or two. Maybe even three.”

- Santa, tell me if he really cares… 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year…’

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princessbrunette · 1 year ago

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modern line cook anakin flirting relentlessly w his fave waitress…& she pretends to hate it but one night they’re the last 2 in the restaurant & uhhhh you get it

sorry i ltrlly forgot to add smut my bad

anakin always picked on the shy ones.

it wasn’t fair! you could totally see why the other waitresses fall at his feet, with that charming smile, those tattoos peeking out from his rolled up sleeves, his dark blonde waves stuffed into a beaten up black backwards cap instead of a chefs hat or whatever it was meant to be. even the dirtied apron he wore over his shirt accentuating that stupid slutty waist. you hated when he caught you looking.

“wearing the hell out of that apron, pretty girl.” he flips a spatula in his hand catching it on the handle-end as you shuffle in towards him, hot and bothered. it wasn’t a particularly busy day at all, but you were super understaffed and working the night shift — merely irritated by the fact you’d rather be at home wearing pyjamas and watching gossip girl.

“can i get an ETA on that lasagna? i asked for it like… 20 minutes ago, i think.” you avoid his gaze, and he’s just smirking, standing there looking amused by how nervous he makes you.

“i actually have it right here for you.” he smiles, softening his gaze a little subconsciously as if guilty he was making you feel uncomfortable, relenting on his teasing for a moment. you smile gratefully. anakin always prioritised your orders, ever since he took a little too long and some guy yelled at you making you cry (which resulted in him storming across the restaurant and explaining in the rudest way possible that food takes time to cook and if he wants some undercooked garbage he can go somewhere else, etc. he then cooked you some chicken tenders in your break and sat you down and told you to eat up and not listen to the asshole.)

he holds the plate out and when you reach for it he pulls it away with a grin. you reach again, and he pulls it away, biting back a chuckle. you huff, looking at your shoes, waiting for him to just play ball. he laughs because he thinks you’re adorable, gently clapping a hand on your shoulder and placing the plate into your hand. “its really hot, yeah? be very careful.”

“you say that everytime n’i’m fine.” you frown.

“a’ight, sorry for giving a shit!” he holds his hands up, voice high in lighthearted defence as he turns back to his work station. he turns his head to watch you swing out the doors back into the restaurant.

you hated closing more than anything, tired and irritable and pouty. you finish tidying up the restaurant, locking up so you can leave through the back where your car was. re entering the kitchen, you cringe — seeing anakin still there, wiping down his work space. he turns his head, face all but lighting up when he sees you.

“you headed out?” he converses and you slow your pace, keys jangling from where they hang from your fingers.

“well, m’meant to be closing. can’t lock up if you’re still here so…” you sway, hoping he’ll get the message.

“ah,” he winces, not even pretending like he gives a shit. “see, i was about to make some food. haven’t eaten yet. you had dinner?” he glances back over. you lean on your hip, huffing out a sigh, doesn’t look like you’ll be going anywhere for a while.

“well… no… what are you making…?”

“what’d i tell you, huh? can ask me for any food you want at any time on your shift. even the shit off the breakfast menu. go sit down, i’m making you pasta.” it’s not really up for debate, anakin just waving you off to the staff room. you take your coat off, and your apron, flopping down in a seat and scroll on your phone until he arrives with the food.

“are we allowed to do this?” you fiddle with your lanyard on the table, looking up at him so sweet and innocent he wanted to say forget the pasta all together.

“you see anyone that’s gonna stop us?” he sits down, the two of you digging in.

#anon #linecook!anakin #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker au

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iliketangerines · 10 months ago

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Hello, I was wondering if I could request a lord Raiden x amab reader scenario along the lines of mk 11 Johnny Cages bachelor party and him and the other defenders of earthrealm go to a 👀 club. Lord Raiden, after being playfully bullied into going catches eyes for one of the dancers, and antics follow...

I absolutely adore your writing and hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night <3

a siren to you

a/n: okay, so i might've lowkey forgot about the amab part, but lord raiden still fucks you either way so

pairing: lord raiden x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), blowjobs, cowboy

Lord Raiden sits at one of the tables, dressed in something he has never really worn but much more comfortable than his usual uniform

Johnny had somehow managed to convince him to come to the strip club for his bachelor party, and he feels nervous

he had never spent time at any establishment like this before, had never had the need to go to one, and now he was here while the others sit around him

he sips on a fruity drink, not really wanting to drink any alcohol, you never knew when enemies might show up, but Johnny was thoroughly drunk

he was laughing loudly, gushing about Sonya Blade and how beautiful and perfect she was to Jax, who pats his back and records a video of Johnny drunkenly telling a stranger about his fiance

Raiden looks to the stage in the middle, watching the dancers go and do their moves on the pole, but he doesn’t really have an interest in the sparkles and scandalous thongs

Raiden continues to just observe the bar, trying to seem normal, although it was hard with his broad and tall frame, but no one really seemed to care thankfully enough

he reaches for his hat to tilt it down, but his hand passes through the air

he remembers that his uniform is gone, his white hair tied up into a neat bun and sunglasses perched along his nose to hide his glowing eyes

he sighs and opts to pinch the bridge of his nose as someone loudly announces the next person to come on, and Raiden lazily brings his attention to the stage

you emerge from the curtains, hips swaying back and forth as you circle around the pole, blowing kisses to the crowd and winking at them

Raiden feels himself flush, unsure as to the reason why, and he pulls at the neck of his shirt as he watches you start your routine

it’s a flash of legs and your barely clothed crotch, and you stick out your tongue and your ass every so often for the crowd, money flying up onto the stage every time you do so

he can see you smile and laugh, and as the music changes you prance off the stage, walking through the tables and tilting the chin up of several people, teasing them with your touch

you approach him, eyes glancing up and down his figure, and you do the same to him, tracing his jawline with your fingers

Raiden feels his heart thump in his chest and a slight flush creep up his neck as you do so, but you sit down on his lap, the crowd cheering loudly as you grind your hips into his lap

his hands twitch by his sides, unsure if he should hold onto your hips, and you give him a lap dance, grinding yourself into his lap before standing up and pushing your chest into his face and walking around his chair

Raiden isn’t sure of how to react, but he can feel his cock hardening underneath his pants and his hands clench, wanting to hold onto you

you get so close to kissing him, and he’s sure that you can feel how his cock presses into your crotch through his pants when you sit on his lap again

but all you do is wink and smile at him as you get off him and go back to the stage, twirling and spinning on the pole a few more times, spreading your legs wide

Raiden wants to be in between them, he’s sure of that, and he watches your hips sway as you gather the money on stage and leave

he puts a hand to the back of his mouth, trying to control him, and he abruptly stands up to leave, needing to calm himself down

he bids a farewell to Johnny, telling him to not go too hard, before leaving and breathing in the cold night air of the city

he walks into the alleyway, intent on disappearing in a flash of lightning, but he finds you in the alleway, dressed in a coat taking a drag of a cigarette

he freezes in the entrance, and you glance at him, tensing up as Raiden stands dumbfounded in the entrance, unsure of what to do

he backs up and puts his hands up, apologizing for bothering you, and he leaves, walking to a different secluded part of the street to disappear and return to his home

he takes off his sunglasses and takes his hair down from the bun, letting the strands frame his face as he lays in his bed

he’s never really used it before, not needing to sleep as a god

but still, he buries himself into the sheets, fingers carding through his hair as his other hand dips down below his waistband to pump at his cock

he strokes himself, groaning at the image of you in his head, and he swipes his thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-cum along his shaft

he hadn’t done this in decades, never really feeling the need to have a prtner, and yet you had awoken something inside of him that needed to be satiated

he pants into the air, pressing the back of his hand into his face as he pumps himself faster to the thought of you

how your lips would stretch around his cock, how you would hum and moan as he fucks into your face, how your lipstick would smear around him

you were so much smaller compared to him, and he would ruin you, possibly lose control of himself

his mind flashes with the image of you tearing up as you take him all the way down your throat, gagging and choking as his length presses heavy into your tongue

Raiden lets out a grunt at the image in his hand, and he imagine how you would look on top of him, riding him as you tease him

you would trail your nails down his body as you ride him slowly, teasing him as he moans for more, and you would coo at him

he would beg for me, for you to go faster, do anything, and you would just smile at him as you grind down onto his thick cock

but finally, you would let up and fuck him properly, slamming your hips down onto his as you bounced on his cock, and Raiden would be reduced down to a whimpering mess

Raiden grunts as he cums into his hand, pumping himself until he’s finished his high, and he stares up into the ceiling panting as he thinks of you

would you be sweet? cruel? teasing? Raiden wants to know

he cover his face with the back of his palm, face flushing at the memory of you grinding against him in the club

he’s back at the club the next week

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ʚEasy ┊Satoru Fucking Gojo (the series)

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⤑Listen to the following songs while reading : Who´s That Chick? - Rihanna; Long Way 2 Go - Cassie (follow the playlist)

Parties, the peak of the university experience. The cramped spaces reeking of alcohol and drugs. The bodies grinding against each other. The music so loud it's deafening. So much so that you have to scream over it until your throat is sore. Satoru Gojo can proudly say it's his thing. His place. He can't resist a good party. Like the one he's currently in.

The start of classes after summer vacation means parties to welcome new students lucky enough to wander into the University of Tokyo. New students like yourself. Gojo has to admit he´s especially thrilled to attend this party. Because it's his first party as a second year he tells himself. Not because you - the pretty foreign student - are going to be there, definitely not because of that.

“Satoru!” He snaps out of his thoughts. Suguru, his closest friend, calls him over. “Hey man” He smirks, dabbing him up. “Come join us” Suguru leads him to a corner where his friends are standing with the best view of the dancefloor. Perfect. Just the spot for him to pick his fun for the night.

He slings his arm around Sugurus' shoulder. “You see anyone yet?” Suguru chuckles, jutting his chin in someone's direction, your direction. “Pretty girl has everyone at this party hooked. Can't blame them, she´s got moves” True to his word, you are giving it your all. The sway of your body in sync with the rhythm of the music can only be described as sinfully sensual. You´re feeling yourself, and everyone can tell, warranting many wanting gazes. There´s nothing more attractive than confidence, and you´re brimming with it.

Out of his own will, Gojo´s mouth goes dry. Whatever drink is in his cup feels like a thousand needles when he pours it down his throat. The swing of your hips is downright criminal. He's never seen someone move the way you do. With such grace and allure, you put sirens to shame. He's no better than a pirate, willing to dive into your waters with the drop of a hat.

But he's not the only one. The blinding lights are shining down on you and everyone else is nothing but mere spectators waiting for the opportunity to get a taste, to be close to you. Idiots. He thinks. Unlike every fool in this cramped room, Satoru Gojo does not wait for an opportunity to present itself. If he wants something, he takes it. He doesn't ask, he demands. And right now, he wants you. Seems like he found his fun faster than expected.

He smirks. You´re going to be so easy. He´ll flatter you, and make you feel like you´re on top of the world. Only, after he has some fun with you, he´ll leave. It´s a vicious cycle that earned him his name as the universities biggest playboy. He doesn't regret it.

His sly grin widens when you step out off the dance floor and head to the backyard. Well, this keeps getting easier and easier. “Hold this for me” He mutters, handing Suguru his cup without looking away from your retreating figure.

The air is fresh when he steps into the backyard, the chilly breeze snipping at his overheated skin. The porch is empty, aside from you, and now him. Easy. The wooden floor creaks under his polished trainers. You snap your head in the direction of the sound, startled by the eerie noise. You´re not sure if you should be relieved when you recognize the sudden presence of Satoru Gojo. The hungry look in his gaze is unmistakable. You´ve seen it enough times to recognize it. It does nothing to soothe the unsettling feeling swirling at the pit of your stomach. Or is it the alcohol? You´re not too sure anymore.

“Having a good time?” He steps closer, close enough that you can catch whiffs of his cologne when the breeze sweeps by. “I am” His eyes flick up and down, unashamedly checking you out. He flashes his famous charming smile “I could tell. You had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand” The smirk on your lips is mischievous, it's knowing. “It's safe to say I got your attention too didn´t I?” You know the effect you have. He has to admit, your boldness impresses him. A chuckle slips past his lips “Guilty as charged. It's hard not to when you're dancing like that” Ah. It's obvious where he was leading things. You'd be damned if you let him get to you that easily. He's an idiot if he thinks so otherwise.

“You´re quite conceited if you seriously believe I´m here to entertain you” Out of his own will, his eyes widen for a split second. No one ever stood up against him. No one ever dared to. His icy blue eyes narrowed as fast as they widened, almost making it seem like his surprise was a hallucination. The smile on his lips is sickeningly sweet, a bad combination with the cold glare. That´s no good. “Oh, come on. You can drop the act. I know you´re eating this up”

You bark out a laughter of disbelief and mild amusement. Just how conceited is this guy? “Don´t get ahead of yourself. You´re not the first to try your luck” You really are a match for him. He´s not sure if he likes that. “I'm sure I'm not. But I can guarantee you, sweetheart, I´m the best you´ll ever see” The temptation to roll your eyes was nearly painful. But somehow you manage to control it.

“Don't put yourself on such a high pedestal” Huffing in surprise, his upper lip curls into a scowl “Aren't you a treat?” Got him. “I´m sorry if I ruined your plans, but you´re a fool if you think I'm falling for your trap so easily” The sweetness in your voice is fake, he knows it. The grin taunting him, waving his fail in his face. When was the last time a girl rejected him?

He doesn't like it. Doesn´t like you, but damn if you aren't a temptation. He watches you head back inside, the image of your hips swaying as you walk away replaying in his mind. “Fuck” This was not going to be so easy. Though he´s not determined for nothing, he never gives up, especially when he wants something. Satoru Gojo does not back down from a challenge. And you're the biggest challenge he may face.

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merbear25 · 7 months ago

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hellloooo could i be so bold as to request cc and fem reader, perhaps with a bit of accidental voyerism/exhibitionism ? maybe during the time ceasar would've been on the sunny idk :bluesmileemoji:

Ohohoho you most certainly can be so bold, my dear anon. I’m always happy to write for my favorite gassy goat. 🤭 This took me awhile to finish writing because I kept getting lost in my own imagination 😵 but that's not necessarily a bad thing, right? I hope you like what I've written for you 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, no plot just smut, fem!reader, voyeurism/exhibitionism, mutual pinning, oral sex (both receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, cream pie

Such big words for someone so small

How could you just saunter away like that? This whole back and forth you two had created was making his head spin. Such a sharp tongue delivered with poise was a deadly combination—one that had you lingering in his mind for longer than he’d like to admit.

Though the Straw Hats questioned why you entertained him or gave him any form of attention, you shrugged off their passive judgments. You couldn’t help yourself; this banter you had was too fun to let go of. Seeing his flustered face, feeling like you caught him off guard: it kept bringing you back for more.

Excusing yourself to your bedroom, you allowed your triumphant gaze to scan over Caesar once more, savoring that soft pink dusted across his cheeks.

Mulling over your self-proclaimed finishing blow, he grinded his teeth. Refusing to let you have the last laugh, he snuck away to finish it properly.

Huffing at your inability to even close your own door, his eyes caught a glimpse of your exposed back through the crack. Jumping back, he pressed himself against the wall. Processing what he just saw, the image of you in your bra was now burned into his mind. Wanting to be sure he wasn’t just seeing things, he cautiously peeked through the crack again. You’d removed your skirt as well, unknowingly flaunting your body right in front of him.

Such delicate lace hugging your curves, the color suiting your skin tone so nicely, both were making you appear more angelic than you really were. Rearranging his pants to accommodate the tightening fabric, he’d momentarily forgotten about the annoying clank of the chains.

Swiftly moving back, he cursed himself for having such little restraint that he couldn’t walk away from the temptation teasing him on the other side of the door. Faint hums drifted to him, your sweet melodies acting as a siren’s call, luring him in to indulge in your own fantasies.

When he hesitantly peered through the gap once more, you were ready for him. Unhooking your bra in a deliberately seductive manner, letting it fall to the floor as you swayed your hips to help ease yourself out of your delicates. You bent down to take them off, showcasing your most sensitive areas to your uninvited guest.

His breath hitched at the sight of your bold striptease. Entering your quarters, he was still a bit dumbfounded by the little show you were putting on. The coy smile that danced upon your soft face didn’t leave when you laid down on your bed. You were undoubtedly testing every fiber of self-restraint he was desperately holding onto.

Arching your back slightly, you spread your legs, allowing the slick sin between them to glisten.

When he didn’t come rushing over to you, you gave a soft whimper. “You have so much will power,” you whispered. Your fingers trailed down your stomach and began sliding over your clit. A soft moan passed your lips. “I could never be that strong.”

Promptly locking the door, a devilish grin spread across his face. “Tell me, my dear. How can such a pretty mouth be laced with such lewd words?”

Taking in the way your body twitched under your own touch, he let out a low groan while he released his burning desire for you. “Show me what else that mouth is good for.”

Tugging on your legs to pull you to the edge of the bed, he smirked down at you. The way the lust in your eyes glazed over when you were confronted with his intimidating length was a sight to revel in. Knowing you’d never be able to take him in that dainty mouth of yours, the effort you put in was still just as exhilarating.

Caressing the shaft as your tongue lined the back of it, coating it all the way up to the tip where you licked the precum off like a lollipop sent shivers all throughout his body. Shuddering from your clear skill, you moved lower, sucking carefully on his balls as your hands twisted and tugged on his throbbing cock.

Thrusting into your grip, he panted through each wave of pleasure you were gracing him with. Tangling his fingers in your hair, his hands began shaking from the oncoming orgasm, letting the little clinks and clanks of the handcuffs play as blissful music.

“W-wait, wait,” he croaked, his voice gravelly from the pent-up emotion. “Let me taste you.”

Without hesitation, you positioned yourself further back and spread your legs for him. Your willingness to give into your desire fanned the flames in him, causing them to rampage and become unruly. The hunger in his eyes made you quake with anticipation as he removed his gloves, wanting to feel every part of your soft skin.

Plunging a finger past your drenched folds, he relished in your sudden cry of euphoria. Removing it after a few good pumps, he caressed your trembling form as he tormented your neglected clit. Watching you squirm under him, he pushed two fingers into you, then three, working you for everything you had to offer.

The show you were putting on was impossible to hold himself back from. Lathering your needy cunt with his eager tongue, he suckled and moaned into you as your hips bucked against his face. He was painfully reminded of his confinement, whimpering slightly from the restraints and so desperately wanting his hands to be able to roam over your gorgeous body freely.

As your moans grew more shrill, he rutted against the sheets. Knowing they clung to your sweet sleeping form each night, draping over your soft curves made him roll his eyes back while each of his senses were being bombarded by the euphoric aroma filling the room.

“I need you inside me,” you cried out.

Hastily repositioning himself, he propped himself up against your bed frame, allowing you to climb on top of him. That slack jawed expression on your face as you pressed your hips down on his, fully appreciating how quickly he filled you was one of the greatest sights to behold.

Your motions started out slow and unsure while you were still adjusting to his length. Seeing you struggle with fully taking him inflated that sadistic ego of his. A sly grin painted his lips while his eyes wandered over the now smeared purple kiss marks across your lower half, enticing him to play with your clit.

Such fervor was met with your own, encouraging you to pick up the pace. Tossing your head back, you steadied yourself when you leaned back. Your breasts chaotically bounced in an alluring motion the further you tried to push him deeper inside. With the beauty of your passion unraveling before him, he could feel his own release quickly following suit.

Gripping your hips so tightly they were sure to bruise, he grunted and forced you down on him as he pumped all of the angst and lust he had for you deep within your womb. Collapsing back between his legs, he admired his hot cum dripping out of your still spasming walls.

Realizing that neither of you considered the volume exuding from the room, you brushed it off. You didn’t really care if they judged you for your taste in men. It was more interesting like this anyway—having such a taboo partner made everything that much more exciting.

#x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x you #op #caesar clown #one piece smut #one piece caesar clown #caesar clown x reader #caesar clown one piece #op caesar clown #caesar x reader

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year ago

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Halloweekend Night 2

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes fic

warnings: alcohol consumption and I think that’s all (let me know if I missed anything)

Dallas is dancing with her friends, passing up the short wait until Nick gets back from the restroom. After the few drinks she’s had, she finally doesn’t feel the discomfort from her dark purple, corset top or her heels. She’s been having so much fun the entire weekend, and it only gets better when she hears the opening beat of ‘Feel So Close’ by Calvin Harris. It’s like every thought floats away from her mind, except Nick.

She immediately looks around, searching for his eyes, and they are the first pair she connects with. He’s staring at her with a breathtaking grin. Her heart melts, realizing that he wasn’t in the restroom, he was requesting the song. She thinks back to the night when she told Nick about this song and the incredible scene it’s part of.

“So this is your favorite episode?” Nick asks Dallas as she’s pressed up against him in his tiny bed.

After a quick dinner and shower together, they’re laid in bed, watching the vampire diaries on his laptop. They’ve come across the episode when Elena and Damon dance together at a house party to ‘Feel so close’ by Calvin Harris. It’s Dallas’ favorite scene.

“Yes! It’s just sooo good. Their chemistry is crazy, and I’ve always wanted to feel that rush with someone,” she explains.

They watch it in silence, Dallas focused on the screen and Nick focused on her, his eyes moving to the screen every once in a while. He watches the way her eyes light up at the sight of Damon and Elena dancing together. Nick grabs her hand, bringing it to his face to kiss the back of it. She smiles at him, letting her hand rest over his heart.

“We should be them for halloween,” Nick suggests, making Dallas look at him with a shocked gaze.

“Wait… really?” She asks, almost afraid that he’ll tell her that he’s joking.

“Yeah. I really like his top hat and all and I think you’d look amazing in one of those corset tops,” Nick states with a relaxed smirk that is to die for.

“I’d love it if we dressed up as them. It can be our night 2 look,” she agrees, already throwing a leg over his hips, so she can straddle him and kiss him all over.

She snaps out of her memory, slowly sashaying her way towards Nick. He prances over to her, quickly reaching his hands out for hers. Their fingers intertwine, sending sparks through their bodies. He rests her hands on the tops of his shoulders, his hands staying on her biceps. Their bodies move in tandem, hips and shoulders move sensually slow compared to the fast beat of the song.

Everyone else moves around the couple in a blurry haze, completely unaware of the significance of this moment. Completely unaware of the big emotions being felt. Each time their bodies come closer together, just barely touching, Dallas feels that electrifying rush run through her veins. It’s a feeling she’s always craved, and now that she’s got a taste, she doesn’t think she could ever go without it.

Nick watches her with a look she’s unfamiliar with. His eyes hold a certain fondness that you only find in a lover who holds so much love in their heart.

“You’re my best friend,” he shouts over the blaring music.

It falls on deaf ears as Dallas is too enthralled in the moment, head tilted back as she continues to sway.

He pulls her closer, her arms looping around his neck while his hands rest on her hips. They continue to dance, even when Nick grabs ahold of both her hands, lifting them in the air, so their faces come closer together.

“You’re my best friend,” he repeats again, this time knowing that she can hear him.

Dallas smiles, lowering her hands to his neck. She softly touches the noticeable veins of his neck, heart fluttering when she sees him gulp. She pulls him into a hug, catching her boyfriend off guard. They stop moving, standing still in the midst of everyone’s motion, although it all seems to disappear. She pulls him in for a kiss, gentle and sweet. His plush lips stealing her breath away, but she welcomes the overwhelming feeling because it gives her life all the same.

“You’re beautiful, June bug,” he says, voice so delicate it almost seems like he wants to cry.

“You’re my best friend, too,” she says back, leaning into him for another kiss.

One that’s more bruising than the last. Her tongue brushes his bottom lip, his mouth quickly welcoming it. He can taste the fruity flavor of her lip gloss mixed with the couple beers she’s had. It’s an intoxicating taste.

Nick feels that certain “L” word sitting heavy in his throat, coming out in the form of a low moan. His hands gravitate their way up her back and into her hair. Dallas smiles against his lips, her hands fisting the suit vest he’s wearing.

“Thank you,” she says, resting her forehead against his.

He grabs her left hand, placing it over his heart. Even though the area is filled with various vibrations from loud music and loud chatter, she can distinguish the familiar thrum of his heartbeat.

“I’d do anything for you.” Her cheeks go red, eyes quickly flitting down to avoid his burning stare. He cups her cheeks, bringing her eyes back up to his. They share a chaste kiss.

“Why me?”

Dallas borderline hates that she let herself ask the question, but she desperately wants to know. She’s never felt this way before, so what is it that makes her so special?

“I’ve never felt this way before. I want to take full advantage of it. I want to show you that I won’t take what we have for granted. I watched you watch that scene, and I could see the wonder in your eyes. It was such a beautiful moment. I knew that I wanted to experience something like that with you,” he states, bringing Dallas to tears.

If only she knew that the week leading up to that night, Nick had watched that single episode over and over until he had it memorized.

“You, Nick Moldenhauer, are so special to me. Never change,” she responds, voice thick. She grabs his face, letting her lips caress his again.

“Never,” he whispers into their kiss.

a/n: This is a sweet mini fic, hope y’all enjoy!!

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #umich imagine #umich hockey #so it goes au

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universallydestinytaco · 8 months ago

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The Little Smiling Mermaid PREVIEW

As I promised, a preview excerpt of my Charpim fanfic which will drop May 20th! (^o^) Also after reading the fic, PLEASE give me your feedback in the replies/reblogs, Thank you! 💗💛

Charlie couldn’t sleep on nights like this when the moon was big and bright, something about it made him want to stand outside by the ocean, drink from his flask and play his ocarina. As he played his beloved instrument he fondly recalled a childhood memory of his own when he was about 6 or 7, wearing a cape and an old hat Mr. Boss wore while armed with a little wooden sword, gallivanting around the beach while loudly-and-proudly proclaiming he was King of the Pirates. Little Charlie didn’t have much friends at that time but what he would do was based on one of Mr. Boss’ bedtime stories: writing mercritter runes in the sand and coming back later to see the response. Charlie did exactly that and eagerly waited for the response while distracting himself best he could fighting imaginary monsters and bad guys. Lo and behold Charlie always got a response, while in hindsight Charlie figured it could have been possible that someone, perhaps even Mr. Boss was playing along writing the responses in runes, he couldn’t shake off the magical sensation he got from the afternoon ritual. If it really was a mercritter responding to him this whole time he’d be over the moon.

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Alan followed Glep and Pim back to the grotto and was astonished at all the "land things" Pim secretly acquired and hidden away for so long, how did he manage to hide it all for so long without Amy tattling on him for kicks? He hid behind a pair of slightly-cracked goggles and inspected upon the mischievous twosome. Pim was combing his hair with a "dinglehopper" as Glep played with a golden bangle, the latter noticed the bittersweet-sad expression on Pim's face and asked: "Yaskawaboyo? (You okay man)?" Alan wondered if Pim was starting to get homesick, (un)surprisingly that wasn't the exact reason why the usually excited mercritter was so somber despite freeing himself. "...Maybe he's right, what if there is something wrong with me?" said Pim, who then seconds after shook his head in disgust at his father's hatred of the surface getting to him. "I just don't see why a world that makes such wonderful things could be so bad?" Pim felt strong and long-bottled up emotions gushing out, he stimmed a little bit by twirling the dinglehopper but that wouldn't do. Whenever Pim had to share his feelings he would sing and dance it all way much to the annoyance of his siblings, but after a period of masking, Pim had to share exactly how he felt.

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the boy...the boy who has everything?" Pim gasped in excitement and opened his arms wide while slowly spinning, "Look at this trove, treasures untold, how many wonders can one cavern hold?" quickly turning to Glep with his hands on his hips and sashay-ing with his hair swaying in the water, "Sure! He's got everythiiing~!" Pim swam around observing his collection with Glep following as he continued:

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty...I've got whozits and whatzits galore~"

Opening up a mustache-care box, jokingly offering to Glep: "You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty!" The two shared a little laugh before Pim solemnly closed it. "But who cares? No big deal....." Looking upwards, those longing words sweetly slipped out of his lips: "I want moooooore~"

"I wanna be where the people are-" Pim gently held Glep's fins and twirled around, "I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'~ Walking around on those.... what do you call 'em? Oh!" He playfully teased Glep's fins as the guppy squeaked. "Feet!"

Alan thought to himself: "This is the most elaborate venting I ever witnessed."

"Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far Legs are required for jumping, dancing..." Pim swayed his hips emulating how one with legs can walk on ground: "Strolling along down a... what's that word again?"

Glep playfully answered: "Skeewaboyo (Street)!" Pim smiled and swam up dramatically above where the light was shining through the grotto: "Up where they waaaalk, up where they ruuuun...up where they stay all day in the suuuuun!! Wanderin' free, wish I could be.... Part of that wooooorld~" Continuing with his acrobatics, "What would I give? If I could liiiive out of these waaaaters? What would I pay to spend a daaaay-" He sunk down and rolled around with a big smile on his face imagining what would it be like, in his own words: "-warm oooon the saaaand?" He then turned on his stomach with a humorously pouty look, "Bet'cha on land they understand, bet they don't...reprimand their soooons~" Pim almost relucantly called himself one of King Pimling's daughters up until realizing he wasn't in Meeplantica anymore, he then smiled while gazing upwards, "Bright young men, sick of swimmin'..." He lifted himself up again with a more hopeful and triumphant demeanor: "Ready to staaaaaaand AAAAAAND-" Observing a gilded storybook with a childlike energy he flipped around the pretty illustrations, "Ready to know what the people know! Ask 'em my questions and get some answers!" He came across one such illustration depicting Prince Charming and Fair Maiden cozening up by the fireplace, holding it up and longingly placing his stubby pink fingers on the painted flame, "What's a fire and why does it...What's the word?" He closed the book and held it to his chest, holding his head back and belting out: "Buuuuurn!!" Pim let go of the book, spinning upwards once again and reaching out to the light: "When's it my tuuuurn? Wouldn't I looooove, love to explore that shore up aaaaaabooooooove?" His octave raised at that last word he sang out...then his whimsy melted into wistful melancholy, for there wasn't any way he could achieve his lifelong dream, so he sank back down with a heavy heart..."Out of the sea....wish I could be...." As Glep sadly witnessed Pim floating back down on the sandy ground, he couldn't help but look back up at the light one more time: "Part of that....woooooorld..."

#smiling friends #charpim #pim pimling #charlie dompler #smiling friends pim #smiling friends charlie #smiling friends glep #smiling friends alan #smiling friends fanfic #the little smiling mermaid au #the little mermaid au #fanfic #fanfiction

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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Timo has a post game interview and Liv will not leave him so she’s just cuddled up to him while he dose post game interviews.

Livia Meier is done.

Done with this arena.

Done with standing next to her mom when her dad is right. There.

DONE with Lio getting to go into the locker room with her dad and uncle while she has to stay with mommy.

So when mama isn’t looking, she books it. Her little legs pump hard as she weaves through the various clumps of adults waiting in the main gathering area, up the ramp, to the locker room door where a man stands in front.

“Hi, my daddy is in there.” She points. The security guard knows her, has seen her with Timo countless times throughout his long career in jersey.

“Okay, but where is your mama?”

“Um, down there. She said I could go to him.” Liv lies boldly.

“Oh okay.” He opens the door, letting Liv dash in.

Inside, she finds her dad surrounded by media personnel. He stands at his locker, in his sweaty post-game clothes, backwards hat on with two hands on his hips as he answers questions.

“Yeah, I mean, I think we need to keep focusing on playing our game from the drop of the puck. When we play like that, things go our way and it allows…” He lifts his gaze to the doorway, seeing his daughter, with the Devils logo on her cheek and her small jersey with Daddy and 28 on the back. “Livy?” He questions. “Can you guys let my daughter in for a second? Sorry.” He kneels down to her level. “Where is mommy?”

She knows better than to lie to her daddy like she did to the security guard. She brushes that off completely.

“I miss you. Can we go home now?”

The reporters awe.

“Not yet.” Timo chuckles. “Wanna sit in my locker and wait for me?”

“Yeah.”

Timo takes her hand and helps her crawl into his spot on the bench. She glances over to the left, seeing her uncle Nico looking at her.

“You want a snack?” Nico asks, holding up a cutie to her. He knows they’re her favorite fruit. She grins widely, snatching it from his hand.

“Liv.” Timo corrects, a hand on her head between her two, high pigtails.

“Danke!”

“Gern geschehen, Lieblingsnichte.” Nico gives her knucks, then resumes taking his other shin pad off.

Liv munches on her orange as she watches her dad answer interview questions. Timo strategically places his body to hide her from the cameras, asking everyone to keep her out of their frames. They all oblige, understanding how private the Meiers are about their children.

“Thanks, Timo.” The group calls as he finishes his last answer.

“Thank you all. Sorry for the interruption.” He chuckles, turning to his daughter. “Okay, we need to get you back to mama. I’m sure she is worried.” His look is pointed to her. He grabs a pair of shorts, stuffing his feet into his Adidas slides, then puts his sweatshirt over his large shoulders. He helps Liv off the big bench, holding her hand out of the locker room with so many people moving around. Emma is outside the door, arms crossed over her chest, glaring. She zones in on Liv, then looks at her husband.

“Thanks for the heads up!” Emma snaps at him.

“Baby, I was doing interviews, we just got done.”

“Liv, if you ever.. and I mean, EVER, run away from me again like that here, that will be your last game of daddy’s you watch live. You scared me!” Emma is clearly upset, scolding their daughter in frantic Swiss German. Timo feels bad that he continued his interviews without telling his wife their daughter was with him.

“Sorry, mama.” Liv shrugs. Oh, she is most definitely not sorry. Emma pauses, stopping her reaction, then stands to her full height.

“Hurry up.” She snaps at Timo instead.

“I feel like you’re mad at me and I didn’t do anything.” Timo calls after where Emma is hoisting Liv up onto her hip. She shoots a glare over her shoulder at him.

“Go shower! You stink!”

“You could join me?” Timo chuckles after her.

The only sign that Emma hears is the way she sways her hips just for him as she walks away.

#TM: loving & leaving

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bellarkeselection · 2 years ago

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Hi! I'm not sure if this is where to get on the taglist but I'd like to be in the tag list for Yellowstone + Rip Wheeler. Also I'd request for a post about Rip wheeler asking out Y/N Dutton who they are 21 and 18 (y/n) or maybe a post about Beth liking rip but rip likes y/n and y/n hear him saying this?

Thank you in advance

Hi yes this is the way you can be added to a tag list and send in requests 😊 Hope you enjoy

Will You Be This Nervous To Propose???

Rip was never nervous when he was doing his work except when he had to interact with his boss's daughter Y/n Dutton. He was utterly in love with her. But tonight he was going to work up the courage to ask her out tonight. Exiting the barn I saw my sister Beth who was a few seconds older than me us being twins watching me climb down my horse. Her and I were completely opposite of one another. She was heading off to school in a few days while I was staying here with Lee and Kayce just running the ranch like a rancher does with only a high school education in my belt. Holding my light brown hat on my head I walked up to her. "I can't believe you still ride those things after what happened to our mother Y/n." Crossing my arms over my chest I scoffed at my sister with a smile. "Beth, I don't think I can be anywhere else but what daddy is. I am a full on rancher regardless of what tradigity happened to her. Howd'y Rip what are you up to?"

He was wearing a tan hat with the two top buttons of his blue shirt opened as he shifted his feet clearly nervous around us girls. I had to say that 18 year old me now has had a crush on him since the day he got here. "Hey Y/n. Beth. Uh...can I talk to her alone for a second if you don't mind?" He stuttered out before my sister grabbed my shoulder whispering in my ear. "Remember what mother taught us and oh use protection." I blushed her direction as she walked away swaying her hips. Turning my head back his way I asked leaning against the barn wall. "What do you want to talk about, Rip?" He played with the end of his shirt clearing his throat trying to act like he wasn't nervous. "I was wondering if you would want to go...on a date with me tonight...if you don't I get it and I...I should go."

He turned starting to leave but I gently grabbed a hold of his forearm stopping him in his tracks. His deep brown eyes locked onto mine. "Rip, I'd love too but I gotta ask you something." He nodded watching me lean forward on my toes where our lips would almost touch in a kiss. He took a step back but not much since I was holding him close to me. "Will you be this nervous when you ask for my hand cowboy. Because I would hope you have confidence by then." He blushed deeply until I bursted into a laughing fit. A few minutes later he joined in messing with his hat. "Maybe I'll have grown up some confidence by then ma'am." Leaning up on my toes I gave him a quick kiss on the lips where he kissed back until I broke it heading towards the main house. "You just asked out the farmer's daughter. You've got enough confidence for now cowboy. I'll see you later." Rip nodded watching me walk away grinning ear to ear.

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pedrostylez · 2 years ago

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Frankie Morales Ramble: Home From the Bar

pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader

summary: you and Frankie have been friends forever and now you’re drunk?

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:2.1k

warnings etc: dirty thoughts but nothing else-mostly angst and fluff

A/N: I am not sure if this is technically a drabble or a headcanon or one shot or WHAT but just enjoy. I’m going to call it a ramble for now because I start out rambling and it ends with something I think I could write fully ya know?

Y’all…can’t you just imagine sitting in the back of a pick up truck heading wherever (maybe Benny is driving everyone back from the bar) and you and Frankie are in the bed of the truck cuddling platonically at first…

And you’re feeling light headed and so Frankie tells you to lay down and you rest your head on his thigh (ow ow my heart) and he’s so sweet just scratching the back of your head/nape of your neck while his other arm is hanging out the side of the truck. And your hair is all over the place and Benny takes a curve too quickly and so you’re holding on for dear life to Frankie’s leg to the point you have to wrap your arm around it? And he’s all “it’s okay baby girl I got ya” still just petting your head and shoulders.

And when you are getting dropped off you go to sit up and Frankie holds on to your hand to help you to stand??? And then he jumps down before you after leading you to the edge of the bed and when you say “you can get down yourself” he gets nervous and scratches under his hat a little but holds on to your fingers tighter, saying “I know you can, but put me at ease won’t you?”

And so you accept his other hand after rolling your eyes and he sighs a huge gust of relief because you’re wearing those silly heels that you only started wearing because of your new job and you want to be a professional worker but he’s pretty convinced you’ll switch to sneakers in the office the minute you see an opportunity to. That is what you did at your last job and probably will do it again since he knows you so well.

And he lets you crouch down and begin to stick your leg out to reach the ground but you’re wobbly and let go of his hand to reach for his shoulder while he reaches for your hip because he swears you’re going to twist an ankle.

When you’re finally off the bed of the truck and secure on the ground he wraps his arm around your shoulders and starts leading you to your front door, muttering about how your shoes are going to come off as soon as possible??? And that he will tuck you in and then head back to his place??? And because you’re tipsy you flirt back even though you don’t typically comment like this and say “Why what are you going to do to me? Make me strip?”

And he chokes on his own breath and just glances at you while unlocking the door after reaching into your purse and grabbing your keys from you. At this point the boys in the truck have done their hooting and hollering of goodbyes to you and are waiting on Frankie to help you inside. Benny and Will and Pope all know that Frankie has a crush on you and are tempted to leave him with you to make him uncomfortable but are waiting because Frankie said he has work early the next morning.

And so now its you and him at your front door as he is struggling to unlock your deadbolt and all flustered because of what you said and you sway away from him because it is only just now hitting you how fucking drunk you actually are. And Frankie glances over at you but then does a double take as he is pretty convinced you’re going to fall flat on your ass. He reaches for you and grabs you quickly enough that you don’t fall, but all the boys in the truck saw it and Benny is now worried and yells “She good?”

And Frankie just yells back “Guys I’ll get her inside and walk home, this is going to take a minute.”

And You pout because like…heyyyyy…you know you’re bad but you could probably get yourself up the stairs?

But just as quickly as you thought about stating that fact you hear the rumble of the truck driving away, and Frankie is still holding on to you asking if you’re still ok or if he needs to try to maneuver your door one handed. So you scoff and lean against the railing and motion for him to continue.

And then the door is finally open and he's ushering you inside like a cat because you are convinced you can do this yourself and you’ve already forgotten what you said about stripping but Frankie hasn’t and he’s trying really hard to.

And the way that you immediately head for the stairs and fall forward and have to catch yourself with your hands has Frankie holding in a groan because your ass is in his face and your dress jumped up a bit when you fell forward and he saw those cute little undies that have little stars on them that he hasn’t seen before. And the way he grabs your hips and asks if you’re ok has you both a little dizzy because he just sounds so breathless and you are only just now realizing that you haven’t stood back up straight.

And Frankie is starting to feel the pressure in his pants, absolutely begging him to lean down and worship you on the stairs. He knows it would be the best night of his life if you let him.

He’s able to push that thought to the side and helps you stand back straight and helps you the rest of the way upstairs to where you’re arguing that you don’t need to take a shower, you’ll be fine and Frankie is arguing that you won’t forgive him if he doesn’t force you to get in the shower and wash away the day before passing out.

“Hun, please just get in there won’t you? You’ll thank me in the morning.”

“But Fish, I want to lay down what if I pass out in there.”

“I’ll wait until you’re in bed and I’ll lock the door behind me before I go.”

And so you stomp to the bathroom and turn on the water and start taking off your clothes. If Frankie was going to treat you like a child then you were going to act like one, and that includes stomping around.

And he’s holding back a laugh because you just look so so so SO cute when you twirl away from him and stomp into the bathroom. But he stops laughing because now you’re literally stripping in front of him, forgetting to close the bathroom door and starting to steam up the place like there is no tomorrow. It’s like you were trying to torture him and you even warned him beforehand! How was he so stupid!

And the fact that the only thing he can say is “Won’t you burn yourself with the water that high?” Make him want Pope to punch him because really??? That is what he thought to say? Not “I love you so much, please let me show you.”??????

You either didn’t hear him or you ignored him and he doesn’t care either way because now he is seeing the underwear with stars on it at full view and he has to turn around to stop himself from walking in there as you take those off too and step into the shower.

The way he is standing with his back to you even after you’ve gotten out of the shower and wrapped in a towel makes you pause because you don’t remember him standing so still before.

And you ask if he is okay and he has a strained “yeah I’m ok, just waiting for you to put on clothes” that makes you jump into your closet to grab a shirt he had left at your place a few months ago and a new pair of underwear.

And when you tell him it's all clear and he turns around, he feels like he is putty. Because he wasn’t expecting you to wear HIS shirt with no god damn pants on? “You got to get in bed.” Is all he can say because he doesn’t want you to put pants on or to feel self conscious enough to think you need to. But every other time before this when he has spent the night you’ve worn those matching pajamas that he loves so much??? And while this is a change that he could definitely get used to, he figured you would wear pants of some kind because you didn’t want to make him think anything was going on???

And so he watches you with your sopping wet hair and a pink nose jump into bed, again showing him your underwear and now they have hearts on them for christ sake and he rubs his face as you pull up the blanket but uncover your toes.

So he fixes the end of the comforter, but not before he grabs your ankle to pull you down the bed a little more so you lay flat instead of sitting up, and it makes you squeal and him laugh. (ow my heart again)

And now he’s tucking you in and saying he will leave some Advil on your counter and set the timer for your coffee machine and kissing your forehead goodnight. And he so badly wants to stay and make sure you don’t get sick in the night but he’s not going to push because he does have to work in the morning technically….

And his heart just about leaps out his chest when you pout and ask where he is going? Why would he leave now? He has always stayed on your couch or climbed into bed with you before when you both have gotten drunk in the past?

And he tells you he isn’t drunk and that he wanted to make sure you got to bed safe and you still pout but don’t say anything else and he sighs so deeply, knowing you are at the point of non-sober that you could cry on command. And so he takes off his hat and hands it to you and says he will be right back and you get all giddy while you watch him jog out of the room! Because you know he won’t leave without his hat! And that’s the reassurance you need to let him leave your bedroom!!!

And so he goes downstairs and sets up your coffee machine and then into your guest bathroom and grabs the Advil bottle he is familiar with and runs back upstairs with a bottle of water from your fridge and he pauses outside your door for a second to collect himself. He has to leave at 7:30 am at the latest…he knows you have some of his clothes that would work for his job since he is just sitting at a desk outside checking cars as they come into a building…he can do that can’t he? He could probably get you drive him?

And then he hears you shuffling in the bed and so he steps into the room and sees you rolling over on to your side with his hat firmly in your grip but your eyes starting to close and he hopes that you’re going to ask him to cuddle because god damn it, if he could just have permission to be close to you…

And you notice he is standing there and so you lift the blanket to invite him in and ask him to turn off the lights and so he almost sprints over which makes you laugh. And he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sets his alarm for 7 because he knows you need time in the morning to wake up before moving, and he mumbles about letting Benny know you’re okay. He asks you if its okay that you drive him to work tomorrow, regretting asking so much of you but wanting to please you and stay and cuddle. (So sweet omg)

And by the time he is done setting himself up and laying next to you with his arm under your head you’ve cuddled up into his chest, arm dead over his stomach and your bare leg over his.

And you’ve done this so many times before but somehow it is just like the first time, where he is nervous you’ll know that he is in love with you and just thankful you’ll even be this close to him.

And so he grabs his hat from your relaxed fingers and sets it next to his phone and lays back, and hopes that in the morning you aren’t too embarrassed.

Should this be part of a series?? I love Frankie so much, I feel like I could go on and on about him.

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messierthanthou · 8 months ago

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I suck at titles so just have this; pre-canon where Shady Sands still stands, and you're a quite popular lounge singer in the city who gets visited by a certain ghoul once in a while

Dressed in a red sequin dress, you’re the star of every night, at the hottest lounge in Shady Sands you sing softly to charm all the fellas and perhaps to make the ladies a little jealous of your perfected voice, your inviting curves, your shiny hair, and full set of whiter-than-average teeth.

But none of them matter to you, no, only one adoring fan can hold your interest for longer than a drink can last in your glass. Every 20 days or so, he comes to visit, and just the thought of those 20 days soon coming to knock on your door makes you smile ever brighter on stage.

He’s never in the crowd, folks usually don’t take too kindly to ghouls in general, and usually that doesn’t bother him he says, but he can’t let it blemish your esteemed career by the microphone, he says he knows the glow of the spotlight, but never goes beyond just that. Never gets personal, and you can live with that, as long as he gives you the one thing the city can’t.

People applaud and whistle and cheer, and you smile softly, pretending to be a little embarrassed by the attention this brings you, bashful and shy is how they like you every night.

Stepping off the stage you hum and thank the backstage personnel when they pass you as you walk to your dressing room, swaying your hips and pushing out your chest to shape yourself the way everyone knows you to look.

But as soon as you’re past the door to your dimly lit little heaven of utter silence, you sigh and press your forehead to the door. You love the attention and the caps and the chance to sing, but sometimes, these fucking people are exhausting.

“Long night, darlin’?”

You gasp and turn with a hand to your thumping chest, not having noticed the large and rather quiet figure sitting in the chair in one corner. It’s been 18 days since you last saw the ghoul, and joy washes through you which shows in an uncontrollably big smile of those ruby red lips you have painted on, but you don’t rush to him. Don’t want to seem eager or naive.

“You startled me,” you speak gently, pushing out a hip to really accentuate your curves beneath the form fitting dress. “Shouldn’t do that to a lady, very rude.”

Still you smile.

“Well pardon me, ma’am, didn’t intend no harm.” He smiles back, but in a far more thrilling and dangerous way, despite his kind words.

You can feel how his eyes travel down from your face, to your breasts, to your thighs. The attention - his attention - makes you blush up with excitable heat in your cheeks, and it warms you to the core in a way the spotlight can’t, traveling down to bloom between your thighs.

“Staring is rude, too, you know,” you say with a slight giggle, hinting that you aren’t that bothered by it as you walk toward your dressing table with flickering lights surrounding the mirror.

“You never seem to mind my starin’ much,” he teases back.

As you apply another coat of lipstick, you hear the chair he sat in creak, and his large figure appears in the mirror behind you.

His glove-less hands touch your soft and well cared for hair, stroking it a little before letting his fingers slip down to your plump bare shoulders. His touch is hot - from the sun, from wearing the gloves, from the radiation, who knows, but it feels good mixed with the tightness as he squeezes, and you give a delighted sigh.

In the mirror you can’t see his gaze as the brim of his hat shields it, but you know he’s looking down your cleavage from above.

“Stand up,” he commands.

You put the lid back on the lipstick. “Now, haven’t we talked about manners?”

He groans out, hating these niceties, but he still complies. “Stand up, please.”

And you do. The ghoul then guides you with a hand on your shoulder to turn around and face him. You have to look up to meet his dark and mysterious eyes that draw you in to kiss him, and he complies by bending over to meet your lovely red lips.

You hum pleasantly when his tongue comes into play. He tastes… not bad, just different from the few men you had before he appeared in your life. More metallic, slightly sour, but the taste doesn’t matter when it feels this good. The blossoming heat in the pit of your belly lights a flickering light at his kiss, and without losing contact you start pulling up the skirt of your dress before letting your panties fall to the floor.

The ghoul doesn’t say a thing about it, but you can feel the smirk in the embrace of your lips, an embrace that gets interrupted by a gasp of relief when his fingers reach for your clit. He then lets those fingers travel between the lips of your pussy and his chuckle at how wet you are is pleased and deep and oh so enchanting to listen to.

Your breath hitches and becomes labored when he goes back to touch that golden spot - your throbbing clit that he draws small circles around with at a teasing speed that is just too short of being able to make you orgasm. But still you reach up to grab at his arm, craning your neck to expose the fresh flesh to his hunger, and he dives in by the invitation, kissing, licking, biting slightly at anything revealed.

A storm is brewing in your cunt and your tighten your grip on his arm, begging in a whisper, “Please,” because this pace isn’t enough. Thankfully he obliges and speeds up. He keeps rhythm well with those nimble fingers, and you start properly moaning with that sweet voice of yours as heat builds up to a release that makes your toes curl and stomach muscles tense up in a most wondrous expression of joy. You cling to him for a moment as you shiver and tremble through your orgasm, thighs squeeze around those impressively skilled fingers that stay where you want them to be.

Slowly your senses return to you, and you release the ghoul from your grasp, but he doesn’t step away. You watch, out of breath, as he brings his slicked up fingers to his mouth before sucking them clean between those dirty, yellow teeth, and when he moves in to kiss you again you can taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into it.

Without much warning he grabs you by the hips and draws you to the edge of the vanity table, kicking your chair away so that he can stand fully between your wide open legs.

You’ve never seen him naked, the most skin he dares show is his face, but his erect cock is something you’re just as familiar with, as you rarely see one without the other. And right on schedule, he unbuckles his belts and lets the zipper run down before pulling out that large dick you crave more than air.

But he doesn’t immediately take you, never does, always seeks permission by meeting your gaze. He’s a rugged and dangerous individual, that much you know of him, but you sense that he wasn’t always such a brute, that he is more man than monster. So you reach down, guiding him to your hole, and at an agonizingly slow pace, inch by inch, he enters you with all his mighty flesh. He hisses slightly, no doubt at the tightness of your pussy, and you breathe out as he stretches you till it nearly hurts, but there’s never any pain with the ghoul, just ecstasy.

When he can’t go any deeper, he leans forward and presses his forehead against yours, and waits for you to adjust to his girth for just a few seconds, before pulling out slowly, just to press inside again, slowly as well. He sets a gentle pace at first, always gentle at first, like he’s testing the waters, waiting for you to regret it, but you bring your hand up to his neck, and again your eyes meet.

The two of you kiss, and his hand lands on the small of your back, keeping you near as he starts thrusting hard enough to make you start moaning again. Every time he slides in you feel him hit that gorgeous spot inside that makes you cry out in pleasure, and every once in a while he’ll grunt out too, making you know that this is just as good for him as it is for you.

Without much waiting he goes faster, harder, deeper, fucking you till the table creaks and slams against the wall that he’s bracing himself against. It might break, you might break, but goodness is it worth the soreness tomorrow.

You cannot make any louder sounds than you are, like a wounded animal nearly, as his cock brings you to climax and sweat drips down your forehead. It feels like it lasts forever, and you’re beyond elated to feel him grind against your cunt as he cums inside of you with a few deep and guttural grunts.

And he stays like that, inside your increasingly used and sore pussy, resting with both arms against the wall so that he doesn’t collapse on top of you. It’s a moment you enjoy well enough to not say anything till he does.

“You…” he huffs and coughs a little, as he often does after sex. “You’re a rare find.”

A smile shapes your lips. “And you as well.”

Then he grows quiet, withdraws himself and turns his back on you as you hear him fiddle with his pants and belts. “Ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout me, ma’am.”

You open your mouth to protest, to disagree, to tell him that this is the highlight of your life every time, but you hesitate for just a second, afraid it’ll scare him off, and in that second, he’s out the door.

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