#nicotine cravings or whatever

[lia-is-a-slut]

You orgasm denial sluts are a whole different breed of masochist I swear, what do u mean you live like this 😭 I'm not even on orgasm denial it's just not as easy/convenient and it's driving me insane (not in a horny fun way more in a 💪💪 gimme way) call me addicted to my cunt call me whatever you like but there's a certain number of orgasms I need a day u know and the fact I've been able to count today's number on my hands 💀 right to jail

In conclusion orgasm denial is not for me, I'm probably addicted to orgasms in general, and without my wand I'm not nearly getting enough of my daily fix 😭😭 x

[bitegore]

They're NEVER making another guy like me

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ DO YOU MIND? ❞

— minors dni, suguru x gn! reader (established rs), ft. satoru, voyeurism, oral [ m. receiving ], pining?, some stsg if you squint at the end :3, barely proofread 🫣

gojo tends to show up at the most inopportune moments.

…like now, when suguru is balls-deep in your mouth.

your boyfriend watches, utterly flabbergasted, as gojo settles into the other patio chair and then blinks at him with a casual, blue-eyed stare. it’s nonchalant, careless…as if this is all normal.

you begin to pull off of suguru’s length before he stops you with a steady hand on the crown of your head. your eyes widen, lashes fluttering for a quick second before a strange sense of normality washes over you, and your body relaxes. whatever gojo is up to, you’re confident suguru will handle him with ease, as per usual. after all, this wouldn’t be the first time his best friend has walked in on you two during activities like this, though he usually doesn’t take a seat with the apparent intent on staying throughout.

suguru takes a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette, eyes narrowing. “…do you mind?”, he asks and quirks a brow.

gojo just smiles at him. “huh? oh, no, i don’t mind.”

a couple seconds pass and suguru has to wonder if he’s actually having this conversation. “are you actually insane—“

“god, what’s the big deal?” gojo groans, interrupting the once-hushed, midnight serenity in his typical, obtrusive fashion. shifts in his seat and suguru finally notices the bulge between his spread legs. his jaw just goes slack in utter disbelief.

suguru is not distracted for long. with a flick of your tongue, you bring forth a grunt from your boyfriend’s lips, back to bobbing along his length in a craving for his creamy release down your throat. suguru can’t and wouldn’t bring himself to stop you. the situation is far past strange but, if you’re determined to continue, and gojo being a fucking weirdo doesn’t bother you, then that’s fine by him.

he sighs. “whatever.”

not even a second passes before there’s a clink of metal, and suguru watches as gojo begins pulling his own cock from his pants.

“satoru, what in the f—“

“shhh.”, gojo hisses at him, and suguru raises two astonished brows. “i’m trying to enjoy the show.“

the dark-haired man is genuinely stunned into silence. it takes a moment before he catches his bearings, tossing gojo an unamused look and leaning back to rest in his own chair. “fine, whatever, just shut up while you do it.”

suguru rolls his eyes at gojo’s victorious grin, before pulling his dying cigarette back up to his lips and billowing out another cloud of smoke. whatever. with everything going on, it’s easy for him to block out any trace of gojo, anyway, and just focus on you.

a bold smell of tobacco wafts through the air, filling suguru’s nostrils as the nicotine finishes off any remnants of stress in his body. the sloppy, wet noises of spit and pre, of you eagerly sucking him down your throat. the curious feel of your hand massaging his balls while the other twists and jerks off whatever can’t fit in your mouth. yeah, it doesn’t take a single drop of effort for suguru to forget that his best friend is jerking off to the sight of you.

someone else is properly taking the time to admire every detail of the view before him. the moonlight rays gleaming off of you and his best friend, casting a gentle glow on the lewd scene. suguru’s head tossed back with locks of black framing his face, a red blush visible across his handsome features even with the limited lighting. and you, god, you. gojo eyes the hand on the back of your head, threading through your hair. suguru has a gentle grasp for the most part, sometimes shoving you down to his base, and gojo’s cock throbs longingly at the gags you let out before being released again. so cute, so pretty, doing your best to take his friend’s fat cock all the way in, only to come up a few inches short every time. it’s obviously a struggle, and yet you still try your best, so keen to swallow every inch. so eager to please.

globs of clear precum dribble out and over gojo’s tip, making for slippery strokes as he gives his bobbing cock a squeeze. though it’s hard, difficult, excruciating—especially with suguru’s own grunts and moans calling out into the night—gojo doesn’t want to risk interrupting this moment. it feels improper and rude, akin to shouting during a performance.

as he admires you both, gojo begins to feel this abrupt sense of jealousy. whether it comes from wanting to be in your place or suguru’s, he cannot decide.

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[monster-effer]

Could I request head canon where the LADS guys find out reader/mc smokes? It’s a bad habit but she’s trying to stop 🙈🙈

Absolutely! Here you go <3

Sylus

You are taking a smoke break on your balcony after a very stressful mission. And Mephisto is doing his daily surveillance of you and your apartment building. When he gets enough footage of your new smoking habit, he reports back to Sylus.

After he’s informed, Sylus gives you a call “You know, smoking is a very unhealthy habit kitten.”

“How do you know that I smoke?”

“A little birdie told me.”

From then on, when you buy a carton of cigarettes they mysteriously go missing from your balcony, living room table and even from your purse?!?

Sylus arranges the periodic delivery of nicotine gum to your apartment for 2 months straight.

He also makes more of an effort to reach out to you. Both you and Sylus have busy schedules, but he always will make room in his schedule for you.

After a few months of these shenanigans you realize that you haven’t smoked in a while. Your craving for cigarettes has diminished to almost nothing. And even when you do feel that urge, you don’t hesitate to call Sylus. Because you know he will always be there for you.

Caleb

After the explosion where you assumed both Caleb and granny passed away you were emotionally in shambles. But you are a hunter now and it is your responsibility to protect the public from wanderers and wrong doers alike. In effort to suppress your emotions you picked up a bad habit, which happened to be smoking. It began with you trying out a cigarette one day, then it evolved into you going through one carton per week.

You don’t think you’ll ever get over losing Caleb and your grandma in one fell swoop. But when he makes his way back into your life you are shook to say the least. You really want to kick your smoking habit mainly because you don’t want Caleb to find out about it. But it has a hold on you now.

Since you’ve been spending time at Caleb’s Skyhaven apartment you tend to leave things behind. One time, you leave behind a lone cigarette which leads to Caleb discovering your new habit.

Caleb does not hesitate to confront you about it “Princess is this really a habit conducive to being a hunter? And…what if something happens to you? I don’t know what I’d do if you developed cancer from this.”

Once you two have a heart to heart about why you started smoking, Caleb starts to take advantage of the amount of leave afforded to him from the from the DAA. He is spending more quality time with you after work and on the weekends to make sure you don’t have to resort to smoking when you’re feeling down.

He purchases out an old gaming system so you two can play co-op games together like you did in your childhood. He cooks you whatever meal you request to keep you happy and well fed.

You start to spend more time at his Skyhaven apartment than your own. One day while you lounge in the living room and Caleb cooks in the kitchen, the sudden realization that you haven’t even thought about smoking in weeks pops into your mind. You don’t know how to thank Caleb for helping you break this habit. But what you do know is from today forward, you no longer need to fill the void in your heart with cigarettes because you have him.

Zayne

He majorly disapproves of your smoking habit. He goes straight into doctor mode and lectures you on the multiple risks that come with smoking including:

Slowed wound healing Cancer risk Increased risks of heart disease and stroke Osteoporosis COPD

He gives you tips on quitting like sucking on hard candy, chewing gum or eating fruit when you feel that urge. He frequently goes on walks with you to reduce your stress because you started smoking due to your heavy work schedule as a hunter.

He helps keep you accountable by checking the ash tray at your home for any evidence of smoking and offering to test you for smoking when you come in for annual doctor visits.

Although his approach may seem strict, your health and wellbeing means the world to him. You are the love of his life and he wants you to be healthy.

Xavier

Since he lives a floor above you he is on his balcony one evening and looks down to see you smoking a cigarette. Xavier is surprised because he’s never noticed this habit of yours.

To confirm that this wasn’t his tired mind playing tricks on him he decides to spy on you some more. Over the next 3 weeks Xavier makes it a habit to peak down towards your balcony. And so far he’s seen witnessed you smoking 3 times a week, at minimum.

He softly brings it up to you as you two laze around on your couch after a session of stuffing your faces together.

“So…when did you become a smoker?”

You feel a bit ashamed because you’ve been trying hard to break this habit. But you won’t lie to him.

“Honestly, I picked up the habit one day after a stressful mission. And I’ve been smoking ever since.”

Xavier tilts his head to the side as he listens to your explanation. “If I can help you relieve stress in a different way, will you give up cigarettes?”

You look towards Xavier in confusion. His beautiful cerulean eyes have darkened like they do when he is feeling lustful. Your breath hitches in your throat at what he’s suggesting.

“Hmm I’m not sure. Why don’t we try it out a few times to see if it helps,” you reply cheekily.

By the time Xavier is done with you, you are worn out and noticeably less stressed. This just may work, and if it doesn’t, you’re going to enjoy trying.

Rafayel

When Rafayel finds out that you smoke cigarettes he is surprised about it. But that surprise morphs into concerns for your health. He broaches the topic by saying “Ms. Bodyguard, how can I expect you to protect me if you start wheezing during cardio because you smoke cigarettes?”

When that teasing remark doesn’t seem to get through to you, he brings out the big guns. He begins to pout and gives you puppy dog eyes. “What would Reddie think?”

After you two talked about why you started smoking and what it does for you, Rafayel makes it his mission to pester you (with love) more than usual.

text: [pic] Here’s a pic of Reddie, he says he hopes you’ve been smoke free today.

“Hey, I was in the neighborhood and I decided to drop off some nicotine gum.”

“Why am I here? You texted me about how stressed you are. So I will be your personal masseuse for the evening.”

text: EMERGENCY, COME ASAP. You arrive at his home just to find out that Rafayel wanted your opinion on his most recent painting and wanted to get seafood together.

You’re enjoying the increased quality time with Rafayel and although it pains you to admit it, it has been helping. You have not had the time nor energy to think of let alone go out to buy cigarettes since you confided in him about your smoking habit. Both him and Reddie are your little family and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[moonstruckme]

heya!! i was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x reader where r stopped smoking..? i’m 6 months clean from smoking nicotine and i haven’t told anyone (you’re the first!! lmao) just incase i break from a stressful day and so i don’t disappoint!! could you maybe write that into the drabble or whatever you do..? tysm if you do, and if you don’t then no worries!!

i love you mae and make sure to take care of yourself and keep being you!!!!

thanks for requesting gorgeous, i really hope you're doing well!! proud of you <3

cw: smoking, reader deals with addiction

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 936 words

Remus smells like cigarettes. He’s stopped smoking anywhere near you, but you’re sure if you look out the front door you’ll see the telltale smear of ash smashed into the sidewalk from where he’d stamped one out on the way in. The aroma brings longing and self-loathing, the former more potent than the latter, and you find yourself breathing in the fibers of his sweater for a whiff of it. 

Remus doesn’t catch onto the true motivation for your proximity. He takes it for cuddling, adjusting his hold on his book so he can read with one hand while the other wraps around your shoulders, encouraging you closer to his side. Underneath the heady smell of lingering smoke he smells like himself, like cinnamon and oranges, and you try to focus on that as your better sense fogs over and your fingers start itching for a cig. 

“Aha!” Sirius slaps his last card down on the table. 

James blows out a flabbergasted breath, leaning back on his hands on the floor. They’re playing some kids’ card game Remus learned in primary school and unwisely taught them. At first you’d all gotten into it, but after Sirius nearly took your head off for forgetting the rules and playing with two hands (“Sorry, gorgeous, you know I don’t mean anything I say when I’m trying to win…and I could have won, couldn’t I? No, I’m just saying, it’s about the principle—”) you and Remus had bowed out. James and Sirius have retained their obsession for days, each keeping a scoreboard in their own heads that seems to hold them in favor. 

“Angel?” 

You look up, meeting James’ knowing gaze. “Hm?” 

“He asked if you’re getting hungry for dinner,” Remus clues you in, toying with the ends of your hair. 

“Oh, sorry. Um…” You think hard. One of the more irritating things about quitting smoking is that now your appetite never seems to fully die down. You’re ready for your next meal all day long, and so you actually have to think about whether it makes sense for you to have it. “I had some carrots just after I got home, so I could eat whenever you want to.” 

“Alright…” 

You take another deep inhale, telling yourself it’s because Remus smells nice and losing your grasp on self-control all the while. 

“Are you tired?” Remus asks, and you don’t know how you didn’t notice it before, that extra bit of roughness that his voice takes on after he’s been smoking. You’re so envious you could die. “You seem distracted.” 

“I’m good,” you murmur. Though perhaps it’d be better if you did take a nap or something. You’re beginning to feel twitchy. You take in a breath through your nose like you’ve been practicing, letting it out through your mouth. 

“Ah.” Sirius scoots closer to you, laying his cheek on the couch cushion. “You want to have a piece of your gum, sweet thing?” 

You look at him guiltily. Remus makes a soft sound of realization. 

“You’re picking your nails,” Sirius explains, and you look down to see that you are. “I imagine that means you’re craving one.” 

It’s simultaneously sweet and irksome that none of your boyfriends will even say the word cigarette around you anymore. They’re trying to be considerate, you know, but it feels like they think your self-control is so tenuous that just one word could shatter it. You don’t have the heart to tell them. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, getting the pack of gum out of your pocket. Just the act of unwrapping a stick makes you feel instantly better. “I guess I was thinking I wouldn’t need it anymore.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” James says lightly. “I don’t imagine it’s easy, sweetheart, you shouldn’t feel bad about using something to cope. It’s not like having gum hurts anything.” 

You hum, then turn to Remus sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, do you think you might be able to change?” He looks confused. “Your sweater smells like cigarettes,” you explain. 

James gasps as though scandalized and Remus swears, grabbing the neckline of his sweater and tugging it off. He tosses it into the hall. 

“M’sorry, dove.” He takes your head between his hands, mushing a kiss into your hair. He’s now bare-chested, and you laugh at the dramatics, totally unexpected from him. “I didn’t realize. Is it better now?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” 

He drops another kiss on your head, remorseful. “Alright, I’ll go grab something else to wear,” he says, starting to stand. Both Sirius and James protest loudly. 

“I think what you’re wearing now looks great,” says James. 

“Yeah,” Sirius seconds, “stay in that.” 

Remus looks down at his shirtless torso, raising an eyebrow at the other boys. You can see the amusement dancing in his eyes. 

“Really?” he asks. 

“Come on, it’s not like the fucking Pope’s coming over,” Sirius says, looking well below your boyfriend’s eyes with unabashed enthusiasm. “Tell him, gorgeous.” 

Remus turns his gaze on you. You curl in on yourself slightly, shrugging your shoulders. “This is the best distraction I’ve had all day,” you say quietly, and James’ laughter booms off the walls. 

“Fair enough.” Remus rolls his eyes, grinning as he sits back down on the couch beside you. You get comfy like you were against his side, now smelling only him. He drapes his arm across your back, settling a hand on your hip. “The lows I stoop to for you, hm?” 

“If you’re not up to the task,” Sirius says, “just say the word. I’d be happy to take her off your hands.” 

“Fuck off,” Remus says, and tugs you closer.

[flippinpancakes64]

Hello there :>

I really enjoy your content!

I wanted to send in a request with how the cullens would maybe help or react to a reader who's trying to quit smoking? (It's a bit self-indulgent but I need some comfort cause im struggling)

only if you're alright with it ofc !

The Cullens with a reader who’s trying to quit smoking

Hello! I don’t think anyone will be shocked by this since I’ve proven in the past that I don’t do anything but work and play Roblox but I am not a smoker. I’m still gonna try my best to write this tho so hopefully it’s good!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

If you hadn’t come up with the idea to quit on your own, he would have pushed you to do it

He wants you to live a happy, healthy life

And he hates seeing you hurting yourself in this way

Unfortunately he’s not the best at doing it safely

He takes all of your cigarettes/vapes and sort of forces you to quit cold turkey

And he doesn’t listen when you tell him that it’s dangerous to do that

Sorry

At least he’s supportive tho

Alice:

She’s glad that you’re deciding to quit

She does her best to help you in whatever way that you need

She doesn’t take away all of your stuff tho

She knows you’re supposed to ease into it

And she never judges you if you relapse

But the thing that she’ll never tell you is that she’s really happy you’re trying to quit because she’s tired of trying to get the smell of cigarettes out of your clothes lol

Jasper:

He never really minded that you smoked in the first place

He just wants you to be happy and if smoking made you happy then he’s chill

But as soon as you tell him about how you want to quit he is your #1 support

He does use his ability a little sneakily here

He can increase your feelings of happiness and suppress your feelings of craving or irritation whenever you aren’t smoking

But he doesn’t take everything from you either

He lets you go at your own pace

He’ll support you no matter what

Rosalie:

She is on board

There’s been a couple instances where you haven’t been able to hang out with her when she’s working on her cars due to fear of the smoke igniting something

And again the smell

So she’s there for you

She starts out by taking everything from you

Edward style

But after she sees how much you struggle and once you explain how it’s dangerous she gives some back

And apologizes

And again she doesn’t judge you if you falter

She knows it’s tough and she thinks you’re strong just for trying to get better

Emmett:

He never really minded that you smoked in the first place

But if you want to quit then he is right there at your side

Another one who lets you go at your own pace, he only steps in to help if you ask him to

And he definitely doesn’t judge

I mean, he struggled like crazy when he first got turned

He knows it’s not easy

And also he will beat anyone’s ass who judges you for it

Esme:

She’s so excited for you

She’s never been a fan that you smoked, and she had asked you a couple times in the past to stop

So yes she is there for you 100%

Again, she lets you go at your own pace

She never judges you

You don’t need to hide or try to sneak around her

She understands

And she’s so proud of you for trying to get better

Carlisle:

Obligatory mention that Carlisle is a doctor

He’s never been happy that you smoked

He’s told you multiple times about all of the health risks

And he has encouraged you to quit multiple times

But he can’t make you quit, and he never tried to

So once you decide to quit, he is prepared

He’s got everything you need

Those nicotine patches, nic gum, everything that could help you wean off

He’s just really concerned about you and he’s so happy that you’re trying to get healthier

Vampire! Bella:

She never really cared that you smoked

In fact she thought it was cool

But then over time she saw how it was affecting your health

And she asked you a couple times to quit

And yes she’s stolen your packs/vapes in the past

But once you decide to quit, she’s there for you

She also just takes all of your stuff, forcing you to go cold turkey

And she doesn’t listen when you say it’s dangerous

So hopefully you’re successful

Or it gets really bad and you have to go to the hospital and then she sees that she was wrong lol

[unfortunate-brat]

You’re Mine | guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: you may have left the club with someone else but sukuna knows you’ll never be satisfied unless its him.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: slight pussy inspection, drinking, smoking, dirty talk, degrading words, obsession, jealousy, talk of pregnancy, implication of choking, sukuna is in denial, toxic relationship, sukuna is not a romantic,

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his eyes look into the crowd as each finger chooses the right tune for the song’s melody. it’s the first time sukuna’s sung in front of a big group of people, let alone outside of his own room. gojo advised him to picture everyone naked to help ease the nerves but that only makes the guitarist disgusted. besides there’s only one person who looked good naked.

you were sipping your drink at the bar, eyes elsewhere as sukuna continued to entertain the crowd. he wonders if you’re avoiding his gaze, if the words he’s singing sound familiar to your ears, if you’d maybe look his way for fucking once.

strumming his guitar, he looks down to his fingers moving with perfect precision, this beat was nothing new of course. the pink haired fool had practiced it for three weeks while thinking of you. losing sleep as every wrong note would remind him of that night you screamed at him for being a jackass. that he would never change for the better. that perhaps whatever arrangement the two of you had was pure poison.

those dark eyes focus upon you yet again, unable to stray away from the hand that has wrapped around your waist. how dare you let someone else touch you? sukuna takes a moment to glance away, so no one figures he’s trying to blow someone up with his mind.

with the final note, sukuna glances in your direction yet again and sees the other guy dragging you away towards the bathroom. your laughter seemingly follows behind but its too loud in this place to tell for sure. what he does know is that whoever was pulling you away was a dead man.

he’s about three glasses deep in vodka, opting to just get it without ice as his thoughts are haunted by your face. there’s no doubt that you haven’t left and are still somewhere with that fucking asshole. as much as sukuna is very much to blame for you being with someone else, he won’t think to apologize.

dark crimson eyes dart to the bathroom where you had seemingly disappeared to, debating whether to get up and drag your ass out or to wait. the buzz running through his body was fueling his thoughts to beat up the guy but he’ll never get to play at this club if that happened. he’ll just have to play the long game.

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meanwhile you had snuck out to the front of the club and shared a cigarette with the stranger from earlier. both your bodies huddled close together to fight the chill of the night.

normally you didn’t smoke but after a couple drinks, the craving overpowered your brain. luckily this guy had a whole pack and for now, you enjoy the sting of nicotine coating your airways. it’s better than the sting of a certain someone’s kiss, despite how you somewhat missed them.

there’s no doubt that the song sukuna covered tonight was about you, it’s one of the many he practiced while you were asleep during the rare times that sukuna let you stay over that is. and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into your body, assuming that he knew you were with someone else.

“cold sweetheart?” a voice says softly, interrupting your thinking as a warm jacket covers your shoulders. “there, I wouldn't want you to freeze.”

you smiled softly, taking the last drag of the cancerous stick before handing it back to him. “thank you.” the smile he returns makes your knees weak, who knew someone else could do that for you? “you sure you’re not gonna freeze?”

the man lets out a smirk before wrapping an arm around your waist, closing the distance between you both. “nah, i got you to help me with that.” his lips meet yours and you can’t help but kiss back with the same passion. ignoring the cigarette that fell to the floor, being snuffed out by his foot. your arms wrapping around his neck as he chuckles between kisses. “see? feeling warmer already.”

“oh shut up.” pulling away you glance at the cab’s waiting for someone to use their services. “wanna head to my place?”

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sukuna doesn’t sleep, something in his brain telling him that you were up to no good. if he could drive, he’d head to your place. toss you on the bed and make you remember who could make you scream the loudest. paint that pretty skin of yours with bite marks and various hickies. make you so stupid all you can blabble out is his name.

running a hand through his spiky strands of pink, sukuna glances at the time on his phone. it’s already six am and a whole night passed without him realizing. guess his thoughts were too deep.

with a groan, he grabs something basic, sweats and a black hoodie before heading out of his apartment. alcohol may make his ability to drive out of the question but walking won’t. you did live a bit far but his determination will fuel his energy. and if anything, sukuna was gonna make you take him back. even if it’ll take a couple rounds of sex to do so.

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there’s a pounding at your door and despite you not wanting to get up, your neighbors might start complaining. so with not so graceful steps, you rise from the warmth of your bed to the door. wrapping a silk robe around your figure as all you slept with was panties. finding a tall and dark figure standing in your doorway, the stench of vodka oozing off his skin.

“you gonna let me in or what?” his eyes stare into your own, taking note that you were pretty much naked underneath the silk.

“it’s six in the morning, can’t this wait?” you whine, rubbing one of your eyes as sukuna pushes past you. “i’m tired.”

he freezes before slowly turning around as you shut the door. “tired from what?” and within seconds sukuna has you pinned against the wooden door, one hand resting at your throat. “from faking with him? or did he know what he was doing?” Your hands are powerless against his own as they remove your robe, shifting down to the lace barely covering your cunt. “no marks, is he too scared to hurt you or what?”

you can’t fight him, nor stop his actions as the buzz from earlier is still in your veins. as your judgment isn’t in its best state and old feelings are resurfacing. it had been three months since he last touched you like this. you had mostly avoided him of course but how long could you resist him entirely?

your body is thrown down onto the mattress, legs spread apart as sukuna rips the lace covering the last inch of you in two. rough and callused fingers spreading your folds open as he chuckles darkly. “look at my beautiful girl, she looks abused. guess he did know what he was doing huh?” you can’t help but look away, biting back the moan that threatens to escape you.

his thumb swipes through the arousal that began to pool out, bringing it to his mouth for a quick taste. a mixture of your sweet juices and a bit of saltiness greeting his taste buds. “hmm, you always were such a slut for creampies.” he takes a moment to look up at you, noting how you chose to look away. “what, you hate me now?” a harsh slap against your folds makes you whimper as he grins. “that’s not what this pussy thinks and you know it.” another slap, followed by three more make you whine and the shame pools in your stomach.

his free hand grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. “you can fuck anyone, act like it’ll be enough but we both know the truth at the end of the day.” there’s no warning when his tip greets your entrance, you hadn’t even noticed his sweats were off. “this pussy is mine and i don’t have any issue reminding you. nor do i care his cum is still inside.” he pushes inside, bottoming out as you writhe and squirm under his towering frame. “let’s see which one gets you pregnant first.”

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[nonexistence1199]

A little love(Dazai x reader)

. . . Currently playing: I don't wanna wait + Run (OneRepublic) ᯓ★ ... ADA Dazai x PM executive User ... Warning: maybe OOC? And the title doesn't relate to the content lol

The lights of the city fade behind you, replaced by the glimmering stars scattered across the sky like diamonds on a velvet canvas. Another midnight ride with Dazai, you could feel the cool night air hitting your face. The wind soaring through your hair, and the music is at the max volume, echoing from the convertible car you two are in.

-Speeding up a little?

He proposes, his voice barely audible over the wind and the roaring engine. You nod, smirking as you continue to focus on the road ahead.

-Of course, why not?

As you push the pedal down, the car surges forward. The world blurs around you; it’s just the two of you in this moment, the freedom palpable and intoxicating.

-So, how's life? The mafia seems quite busy, don't ya think?

Dazai hums, resting his arms behind his neck. You roll your eyes, lighting up a cigarette before put it between your lips.

-Kinda. Some brats don't know their place. Runnin' round and causing troubles....

Blowing out a cloud of smoke, you could feel the nicotine rushing through your veins. Lazily threw a glare at him, you let out a sigh.

-Thanks to your beloved agency, I have a few more stacks of paper and more than three missions uncompleted. You detectives are too troublesome. Guess whose fault is it?

Dazai chuckled, feigning offence. Shrugging off your question with his usual sarcastic self, his brown eyes glinting with teasing amusement.

-Woah, don't blame it on me now. It's not my responsibility that the agency needs to take care of certain guys who are causing chaos in the city. And after all, you're still as feisty as always. It is, indeed, a good sign~

Dazai glances over, a mischievous grin on his face, and your lips can’t help but twitch slightly. Your gaze flicked up to meet his. A drop of silence falls over, with the whistles of the rustling leaves in the background.

And in this rare moment, you feel a strange sense of solace.

It's something more than that - something like content. Like... peace, the peace that your soul has been craving for too long.

-Hey...

Dazai hums, raising an eyebrow when he hears your quiet voice.

-Have you ever wondered what would we be like if we were just normal people?

You speak leisurely, the expression on your face softening - only in the slightest.

It's a hard question.

-I don't know.

Dazai stretch his limbs, caught you off guard. You have expected something... you don't know, something deeper from him?

All you received then was a wink at your sceptical gaze.

-Oi, just stop being an old woman, y/n. Loosen up a bit, will ya?

Once again, you can't help but crack a smile. Whatever, maybe you have lost your brain cells thinking that this insufferable bastard would actually be serious for once.

At least, in moments like now.

Drabble drabble😉😉

I think I'll post another drabble for our Chuu Chuu (celebrating new years eve, of course)

But i'm toooooo lazy lmaooo....

If this post reaches 30 notes, I'll drag my ass to finish the remaining drafts...👻

(Pls don't interact🤭🤭)

[ayylovley]

'you can call me whatever you want, baby.' + 'be good, and i'll fuck you' + 'you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good girl who just wants to be eaten.'

for Gun Park please :D

You can call me whatever you want, baby. be good and I’ll fuck you. you’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good girl who wants to be eaten

You’re laying on your back, on Gun’s bed once again, nude and looking up at the man who just took out a cigarette to inhale the nicotine right before he stokes the skin on your inner thigh gently. His fingers hover and caress your spot watching how you shiver and whimper softly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good girl who just wants to be eaten.”

His words leave your body slightly quaking, some sticky slick stir up and leak out of your hole as your folds squeeze your clit just briefly from how swollen it’s becoming after the amount of times Gun has been teasing you. He’s so mean. But somehow he just knows how to make that even better with the experience. “Ahh- Gun…” you plead as your knees try to stay up to be spread out wide for him to catch every sight of how horny you are.

“Ah, I mean- daddy!” You listen to a soft chuckle from him, luckily he seems like he’s in a good mood right now. He must’ve came back from a good day at work.

“You can call me whatever you want, baby.”

You feel some sort of relief down your body grateful for lack of punishments from such a sadistic man. “For tonight,” he adds firmly as he takes the finished cigarette in between his fingers and crushes the ends with his fingers. Then flicks it down to the bedroom floor, at the moment not caring about it for now.

You can’t take it anymore at this point, you’re aching and the cold air caressing your swollen folds is just causing your lower body to twitch. “Gun!” You continue to whimper and clench your fists that is currently tied up in one of his belts.

“Please! Please… fuck me!” You try not to sound so pathetic but it was difficult when you could feel every little movement makes your clit throb. Gun lets out a hearty laugh, not surprising.

“Be good, and I’ll fuck you.”

You watch as Gun lowers his face close to that pulsating core. He moans from the close up, “You don’t cum for a good minute and I’ll give you what you crave, my darling.”

You feel the tip of his tongue drag painfully slow against your the hood your clit and you’re already practically screaming. Mostly because you’re trying to hold back your need to cum seconds after he’s made a move. Trying to remind yourself like you always do that when you’re finally able to release after some amazing rounds it’ll be so damn worth it and you’ll be left more than satisfied.

[deliriousgrl-writes]

Felix Catton teaching/talking a virgin female reader through a blowjob. Lots of praise, pet names, etc.

i think abt this regularly so here it goes. a long one. :)

good student// felix catton x virgin!reader

warnings: oral-m receiving, lots of praise, mentions of male anatomy, mentions of virginity, innocent!reader, fem reader, mentions of female anatomy, felix cumming in your mouth and calling you a good girl

felix knew you were a virgin pretty early on and it only turned him on more. he was used to the experienced english girls he’d had fun with, the ones who knew how to fuck. the ones who knew how to perform for a guy and had no problem being dragged into felix’s dorm room after a party and would happily moan his name and run their hands over his lean muscular body without hesitation.

you, on the other hand, were nervous. felix couldn’t help but feel nervous too. despite your inexperience being a major turn on for him, he’d never had to teach or help a virgin through sexual situations.

you found yourself in his bed again, out of breath, your pants already off, your body warm and buzzing as his hands ran over your sides. his lips were attached to yours, his taste of nicotine and whatever strawberry sweet he’d had before sending your senses into overdrive.

felix had already touched you, and the experience was gentle but so incredibly erotic to him. seeing you experience touch, his touch, for the first time, was something that he couldn’t get his mind off of. he wanted to do it again and again, watch you come undone on his fingers and know that he was the only one who’d ever made you feel that way. the only one to hear your sweet noises and know what you looked like when your chest rose and fell rapidly as your thighs shook. it was magic before his eyes, your innocence in his hands as he lovingly took it away.

and now, you felt more comfortable giving into your desire for him. you were still hesitant. but when felix’s tall form was hovering above you, his hardness against your leg, it sparked something else inside of you. youd already fantasized about what it would feel like, what it would be like for felix to take your virginity and experience him inside you. but, to your surprise, felix was more than happy to take it slow. it was the first time in his life that he didn’t chase after sex. he wanted to savor all your firsts, make you as comfortable as possible and let him show you everything there was about touch and desire.

his large hands caressed every part of your body that he could, his tongue exploring your mouth as you whimpered into his. your mind was wandering, his hardness making your panties dampen and your body crave his. you gently pushed his broad shoulders and he pulled back from your lips, his brows furrowed as his brown eyes searched your pretty face for a reason as to why you wanted to suddenly stop.

you swallowed, your hesitance but desire to make him feel as good as he had made you feel recently taking hold as you couldn’t stop thinking about how his desire poked through his faded blue jeans into your leg.

“what is it? y’alright?” his deep voice questioned you quietly. he was worried that you were feeling overwhelmed or something. worried that maybe you didn’t want him right now as much as he craved you.

“i… i can feel you,” you whispered back, your cheeks heating up. felix’s brown eyes widened for a moment before he shifted his body off of you some, worried that it made you uncomfortable. “no,” you added quickly, licking your lips as you let out a breath, “i-it’s okay.”

felix’s gaze was back on you as you said it, a small smirk on his lips. he could see the way your eyes darkened slightly, your kiss swollen lips parted as you took small breaths in and out. “are you.. curious about something, darling?” he asked you quietly, biting his lip for a second, “y’eyes are kind of… asking me somethin’.”

your cheeks were bright red now but you ignored your nervousness, answering him back and telling him the truth. because you trusted him. because you adored him enough to be honest about your desire now, even if your voice shook a little as you spoke. “can i m-make you feel good? can i…see you?”

felix’s heart raced a little more at your shaky request. he was surprised, surprised that you felt the need to return the favor of pleasure that he’d started giving you. “y’know you don’t have to do anything for me,” his deep english voice assured you, “i don’t expect ya to. you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, love.”

you nodded quickly, your stomach swirling with need as he pressed a soft peck to your lips. you had to stand strong, just be honest that you were practically craving to see the way his lean muscular body looked. you’d seen him shirtless before, his soft tan skin and toned body enough to make your mouth water. but you wanted more. for the first time in your life, you wanted to see all of him.

you decided to be brave, pulling his face down to yours and pressing your lips to his hungrily. felix happily reciprocated, his whole body on fire as you took the lead for a moment. he was glad that he’d help you build your confidence now, that you felt safe with him enough to reach for him when you wanted to taste his lips. what he didn’t expect, was your hands hesitantly pulling at the button of his jeans. you were still kissing him, almost like you wanted to distract him from your trembling fingers trying to unbutton his pants. he pulled away from you for a moment, a grin on his face as you panted and looked up at him with wide, needy eyes. “eager are we?” he mused, his deep voice a little bit breathy as he felt himself get harder at the fact that you wanted his pants off. “let me,” he insisted, moving his tall form off you as he scooted over to the edge of the bed. he pulled his t-shirt off first, his dark shaggy hair a little messier than usual before he reach down with his long slender fingers and undid his button and the zipper of his jeans. he turned to look at you now, seeing you still laying there as you kept your bottom lip between your teeth, watching his every movement with wide eyes. he scooted closer to your lying body, his hand reaching for your stomach as he spoke, his voice low. “where d’you want me, love?”

his question made your stomach flutter, your core aching a bit more than before. he could sense your nervousness but you seemed eager for this next step. eager to see him fully as he kicked off his pants and was left in his boxer shorts. he crawled in beside you on the bed, his eyes on you as he head turned to see your eyes moving up and down his tall body. “like this? this okay?” he questioned you teasingly, unable to wipe his gap toothed grin from his face. his hard cock was pressed against his boxers, poking up and exposing the wet spot that showed in the cotton fabric, his tip leaking in anticipation for whatever you wanted to really do. when you didn’t answer him, your nervous virginal nature taking hold of your words, he leaned his face over towards you, his brown eyes full of tenderness as he tried to make you feel safe enough to ask for what you want. “just tell me what y’want, love. tell me cause’ i’m okay with whatever. i want to give you what you want. whatever y’comfortable with,” felix cooed, watching your needy eyes look into his brown orbs.

“to t-touch you,” you whispered, making his ears perk up and his stomach twist with pure lust. he nodded, pursing his lips for a second before he spoke.

“then do it.”

apparently, he didn’t need to ask you twice. you sat up, your breathing heavy as you went to the bottom of his bed, your eyes silently asking for permission to rest your form over his long legs. he gave you a slight nod and your thighs were on either side of his knees, straddling him in only your t-shirt and panties. he could feel the wetness the thin fabric held, how soaked your heat was against the skin of his legs. it almost made him groan. felix saw your eyes focused on his boxers, your small hands reaching out just above the waistband. he saw you blink, your fingertips against his hot skin making him eager for more. you gently pulled them down a bit, his hard cock popping free, on full display. he saw your eyes widen a bit from his generous length and of course, he felt a great ego boost from your reaction. because after all, felix knew how well endowed he was in that department.

your eyes met his for a moment, asking him for permission as you lifted one of your hands up, hovering over his length. “y’can touch me, baby. see how much i want ya?” he assured you, reaching one of his large hands up and wrapping it around himself. your face flushed from the sight, watching his thumb rub over his glistening tip before he moved his hand up and down his length slowly. you felt the muscles in his legs tighten for a moment and felix almost forgot that this was the first time you’d ever seen a man pleasure himself. your eyes flickered between his darkened brown eyes and his large hand running over himself, pumping up and down slowly. it made your guts churn and your heart speed up, and you hesitantly pushed your smaller hand over his own. he continued to move up and down, his lips parting a bit as he throbbed in his own hand because you wrapped your hand over his. “fuck,” he breathed out, watching you innocently hold your hand over his knuckles and fingers, learning how he jerked himself off. it was driving him crazy, the head of his cock leaking drops of precum over both of your fingers.

“felix,” he heard you say, making him stop his movements as his eyes flickered to your own, “i-i want to make you feel good. like r-really feel good.” felix’s broad, toned chest was rising and falling quickly from the pleasure he’d just experienced, and he decided to question your eagerness. “well, what d’you want, love? i can show you anything,” he asked you, his deep english voice low as he panted, “ya just have to tell me. be honest with me.”

“blow job,” you blurted out, making felix widen his brown eyes in disbelief. he unwrapped his hand from around himself, taking a breath as he sat up on his elbows against the mattress. “h-head?” he asked in surprise, feeling his heart race at the thought, “y’want to give me head? love… you don’t have to.” he couldn’t believe that you really wanted him in your mouth, he hadn’t even tasted your pussy yet, though he was excited when he finally could. he’d been planning how to make it the perfect experience for you, but now here you were, wanting to use your mouth on his hard cock with a needy look in your eyes. he saw you nod, clearly trying to be brave in telling him what you what you wanted. and felix would be damned if he didn’t give his precious girl what she wanted. he didn’t chuckle, he didn’t smirk, he just looked at you sat across his legs, feeling himself get a bit excited at the fact that you wanted to really do this.

“if ya really want to,” he said quietly, his cock only leaking more, “tell me that y’sure and i’ll help you along.”

“please, lex,” you answered quietly, using your little nickname for him with your eyes wide and your voice needy, “i-i want to make you feel good. i’m sure. i’m completely s-sure, please.” felix nodded quickly, his head tilting a little as he bit back a groan from the fact you were practically begging to have his big cock in your mouth.

“okay, darling. um, you can touch me first,” he said quietly, still propped on his elbows as he felt eager to see you touch him and listen to his further instructions. you did as he said, and he finally felt your hand around his length. he bit his lip for a second, trying to refrain from cursing as he felt your small hand and fingers grip his cock. “fuck, okay, um, lay your body over my legs if ya want, to make it easier,” he directed you, the head of his cock dripping with need. you laid your body across his long legs, your head face to face with his throbbing length and felix swore he saw you lick your lips like you were hungry for him.

he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, his stomach twisting as his body lusted to feel your lips around him for the first time. he opened his eyes and peered down at you, nodding his head and reminding himself to take it slow with you and help you through it. “run y’tongue over me, just up the side,” he instructed softly. he chest tightened as he saw you part your lips and stick your tongue out, his body shuddering as you stuck your warm sticky tongue out and licked a quick stripe up his length. “fuck, just like that, love,” he praised, seeing a shy smile grace your lips before you did it again. felix knew you loved praise, and he had no problem giving you all the praise he could. it was easy to, you were so responsive and eager to learn. and now, he was going to praise you through however long you wanted to take his hard cock into your mouth, however long you wanted to taste him and make him feel so fucking good. you kept licking him, up and down, slowly. and he leaned his head back against his pillows for a moment, his breathing heavy as he enjoyed every second your tongue touched him.

“s’fucking good, baby.” “christ-keep doing that. exactly like that.”

what a good fucking student you were, even closing your eyes as if you were enjoying running your tongue over his long, thick cock, and hearing his breathy praises. felix wondered if he could cum just like that, having your tongue on him for the first time driving him absolutely mental, like he’d never felt before. he flickered his eyes open, not even realizing that they were closed as his cock throbbed. you were looking up at him again, eager to learn more about how to pleasure his cock. “fucking angel, y’are,” he praised, leaning up on one of his hands and using his other hand to run over your hair. he looked down at his leaking cock, his precum running over the hand you had wrapped around him. “that’s how much i fucking adore you,” he praised, teaching you that all that clear leaking desire from his tip was because of you. his breathing hitched when you quickly ran your tongue over the dripping head of his cock, a sharp breath escaping him as you tasted it. “m’sensitive love,” he breathed out, “please wrap your lips around me. christ, i want to feel that pretty little mouth on me.”

you eagerly took him in your mouth, and felix let out a sharp breath, your mouth wet and warm. you held yourself there, him in your mouth as you waited for his next instruction. “fuck, love. n-now just suck on me gently,” you did had he said, making him swing his head back in pleasure as he groaned, “just like that, y’doing so good. making m’feel so fucking good. go up and down, angel. move your mouth up and down my cock.”

you sucked on his large length slowly, bobbing your head up and down as your wide, innocent eyes looked up at him. felix’s breathing was ragged. he’d had many girls in your exact position, on their knees or on top of his body, sucking his cock with a desperate fervor, but something about it being you, made it feel different. made it even better. so much fucking better. “fuck me, you’re so fucking good for me. s’fucking good,” he praised you with a breathy voice, a deep groan leaving his chest and making you clench your pussy on nothing. you continued sucking him, his cock in your mouth and his muscles tensing. “use you tongue, love. swirl your sweet fucking tongue over me,” he instructed, or begged. you kept sucking and eagerly swirled your tongue on the underside of his cock, near the head. felix bit his lip at that, his face contorted in pleasure as he tried to stop the noises that threatened to escape him. he was surprised at how good you were at it, and the fact that it was your first time having a mans cock in your mouth made his dick throb more. that it was his cock in your mouth. felix felt euphoric, the muscles in his abdomen squeezing and tensing up as you continued, his toes curling as his long legs tensed beneath your body from the pleasure you were causing him. he couldn’t take it, his lips parting as he let all the sounds escape him. deep groans and heavy pants making him feel desperate as your tongue continued to swirl around him as you sucked.

his brows furrowed with pleasure as he watched you, biting his lip as he watched your eyes flick up to him and you released his throbbing cock from your warm mouth. “a-am i doing it right?” your soft, quiet voice asked him. felix melted. “more than fucking right, love. y’so fucking good! christ, this is like the best god damn head i’ve ever had!” he praised you with a grin, his chest still rising and falling as he breathed deeply. you gave him a sheepish smile before you suddenly stuck his cock in your mouth again and sucked. “f-fuck, baby,” felix groaned, his brown eyes almost black as he watched you take him in your mouth.

you continued to suck and swirl your tongue over him. your small hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock, and felix kept himself propped on his elbows as he gave you another tip. “love,” he groaned, pants leaving his lips, “move y’hand up and down while you suck me. christ- y’doing so good.”

you did as he asked, pumping the bottom of his length and part of his shaft up and down while you multitasked, swirling your tongue all around him as you sucked. felix let out a deep, rumbling groan, feeling himself start to lose control. “such a good girl,” he groaned, his eyes shutting as he body tensed and his head fell back against his pillows, “such a good fucking girl f’me. keep going- fuck- keep going, love. yes, baby, there y’go.”

you moaned on his cock from his praising, the vibration making felix’s toned body shudder. you found yourself going faster, swirling around his cock with your tongue like crazy, drool falling down your chin and the lewd sounds of you sucking down on him filling the quiet space of his messy dorm room. felix was close, so fucking close as you continued, combining all the things he’d taught you along the way and being the best fucking student he could ask for. what a quick learner you were.

felix’s toes curled, his broad chest moving up and down as he let out groans and loud breaths, loving every moment of this. “fuuuuuck,” he groaned, his deep voice low as he leaned himself up to watch you again. “y’doing so good, angel. gun-gunna make me fucking cum like this-fuck! my good fucking girl.”

you continued your quick movements, feeling felix’s legs tense and shake a little as he breathed deeply. he groaned, his deep voice sounding more whiny than he’d ever heard himself sound before. it was all becoming too much, your tongue starting to swirl around the sensitive tip of us cock a little and your hand pumping the rest of his length up and down. felix couldn’t help himself, leaning up on one hand, moving his other one down to your head and gently resting it there, desperate groans leaving his lips. you swirled your tongue around him one last time, and felix collapsed against the bed, groaning louder than he ever had before as he came in your warm mouth. “fuuuuck me, fuck!” he groaned, his body shuddering as he came down your throat. he felt your small hands grip his thighs, your eyes watering as you felt his hot release hit your throat. as he finally finished, he leaned himself up on his elbows again, seeing your face as you swallowed and wiped your sticky mouth on the back of your hand. felix’s brown eyes blinked down at you, trying to steady his rapid breathing as he felt his body enter complete relaxation, feeling more fulfilled than he’d ever had.

when he didn’t say anything, his eyes still locked on your face, you couldn’t help but smile up at him shyly, your heart racing as you spoke, “can i try that again?”

felix’s brown orbs widened, reaching up with one hand to run his fingers through his dark messy hair, still out of breath. oh, what a good student you were.

[saotoru]

can’t believe ive never said it in words but sanji has the biggest oral fixation in all of one piece

for @yourtamaki for no other reason than ily<333

sanji thinks you’re an addiction stronger than nicotine could ever be. if it’s not a cigarette between his lips, it’s you—any part of you, really. whatever he can get his hands on to satisfy the craving to feel you on his lips and taste your skin. you know it’s bad when he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to every single knuckle with a hunger than can only be felt.

and what he likes about you is that you understand. trace his bottom lip with a thumb before pushing it inside his awaiting mouth to suck without him having to ask. no one should look this happy, so fucking blissed out with just a finger—eyes half-shut, heavy blush on his cheeks, tent formed in his pants. it’s a while before he releases your pruned finger with a pop and looks up at you with widened eyes; a look that says he’s still not satisfied. he needs more.

so you part your legs, a silent invitation that sanji immediately accepts with a messy kiss to your clothed cunt. hooks your panties with his thumb and pulls them to the side and groans at how much slick clings to them, just from him sucking a finger. he licks at it, nuzzles his face into your pussy while he indulges in all you have to offer. when it’s like this, you know to just lay there and take it—let him stay there for hours, mouthing at you til you’re slicked in drool and cum and his jaw is too sore to physically continue.

[lanaslovelyletters]

Anakin is roommates with reader and has an addiction to smoking. Reader tries to help him with it and Anakin decided it’s not enough and wants something stronger. He thinks sex will help.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠

Roommate!Anakin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (general smut), swearing, mentions of substance abuse (nicotine)

Summary: You’ve never had a great relationship with your roommate… one night you get home late and see him smoking. You remind him that smoking kills and although you hate him, you want to help him… it goes to rather drastic measures.

Word count: 3.2K+

Author’s note: Where did you get this idea??? I love it. Also, there are psychological terms being used here— I’m a Polisci and not a psych student and will be using terms I learned when I took AP Psychology sorry lol. Also, read the prompt as if it should be on the shorter side? So I made it as short as I could, hope it's good enough<3 (Btw this is def not beta read. We die like Padme on the table)

You never really got along with your roommate. He blasted loud music and often came home at odd hours of the night. God, you hated the careless way he lived his life. Hell, you didn’t even know what he did for work. He always paid his part of the rent on time, so you kept him around. Besides, there weren’t many other offers and he was willing to pay half.

On a particular night, you came back from an evening shift at the local mental health clinic. The bag that was lazily slung over your shoulder was dropped to the ground as you walked into the living room. There he was. His lips held a cigarette between them, as he strummed his bass. It was loud and obnoxious.

“Okay, Slipknot, could you turn that down a little?” You let out a heavy sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes at you, and took a drag of his cigarette, blowing rings in your face. It caused you to cough and waft it away immediately before you took it out of his mouth and put it out in his ashtray.

“What the hell! That was my last one!” He threw his arms up in the air as the smoke subtly settled in the glass.

“This stuff is a slow death, y’know?” You said with a tone that screamed ‘as a matter of fact’. He was clearly pissed at your actions.

“—and? Does it look like I care?”

“Look, I get that we don’t see eye-to-eye on things, and we’d both rather not be living together… but the only reason I’m willing to live alone without you is if you move out. Not if you die on this fucking carpet.” You clicked your tongue and pointed at the scruffy rug beneath your feet.

“Why do you even care?” He raised an eyebrow and scoffed at you. Yeah… why did you care anyway? The question stumped you for a brief moment before you finally thought of the perfect response.

“Who else is going to pay half the rent? Besides… I don’t want to clean up a cancerous body in my house.” You were still standing there in front of him with arms covering your chest.

“Whatever… I’ll try.” Wait. It was that easy?

“Wait, are you serious?” You were a bit surprised to see him nodding along and agreeing.

“Yeah, I guess. My mother would hate to bury her own son… or whatever…” He trailed off as he stared at the worn cigarette bud in the ashtray.

“I knew you had some sense in there.” You joked as you poked his forehead before leaving for the kitchen to make yourself a late dinner. Anakin followed you like a lost puppy, as you pulled out some fruits and readied a blender. He watched as you cut up the fruits neatly before you added them to the blender.

“Hey so—” he didn’t get to finish, because the blender started going.

“Oh sorry about that. What were you saying?” You stopped the blender for a second.

“What could—” The noise dialed back up again,

“Oh, sorry,” you chuckled and poured the mixture into a bowl with some yoghurt.

“Very funny,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he leaned forward in the barstool he sat in,

“No, but really— how am I supposed to beat the cig cravings?”

“Via Pavlovian psychology, of course.” You gave him a curt smile.

“I’m not a dog.”

“Didn’t say you were. Look, the hypothalamus controls cravings… sex and food mainly. This means— you can try replacing it with chocolate. Maybe carrots?” You mentioned and took a bite of your yoghurt mix.

“Yawn. Don’t like the sound of that.” He rested his face against his palm.

“There’s a thing we do down at the clinic… for alcoholics mainly. We slip something disgusting or nauseating into their drink and they’ll associate drinking with this icky feeling… works like… most of the time… sorta…”  You shrugged and took another bite.

“Right… well there’s just the problem of— I’m not an alcoholic and you also said that only works some of the time,” he said. His elbow dug into the table as it supported his heavy head.

“Why do you smoke anyway?”

“Stress. Smoking calms me down after a long day.” His sigh was heavy and rough.

“Well then, something to destress whilst also eliminating your addiction… I really think something like chocolate would work.” By now, you’d finished your bowl and you put it aside to wash later.

“Yeah… whatever. I guess it’s better than nothing.” He got up from his stool and went straight into his room. Something told you he wouldn’t survive the first week without a cigarette…

A week had gone by fairly quickly and he hadn’t smoked since the night you lectured him. However, he ate chocolate in unreal masses. Even then, as he was sitting on the couch this afternoon, he had bought a pack of cigarettes. Referred to them as ‘emergency cigs’. Just in case. He stared at the packaging, letting his thumb trace over the ‘M’ in ‘Marlboro’. Oh, he was so tempted. Just one drag and he’d feel the relaxation settling in his shoulders and the sounds of birds chirping and children laughing in the streets. Just one won’t hurt. He peeled the plastic film off and opened the lid. He could already feel it against his lips. Just one—

“What the fuck, Anakin.” You came up from behind him and took the pack out of his hands. He groaned as you did so, desperately grasping for it.

“You were doing so great with the chocolate, why the hell did you buy these?!” You spat and hid them in your back pocket.

“The chocolates didn’t work well enough. I need more. I need something better.” He complained and sighed, leaning back on the couch.

“Fine. I’ll go out and buy you some nicotine patches. Just promise me you’ll kick this habit, okay?” You rolled your eyes and went outside to the garbage bins. You threw the brand new pack of cigarettes in there and wheeled it out front.

When you got back inside, Anakin had already left for his room. The two of you had an established set of rules, one of which was to not enter each other's rooms unwarranted. If any of the patients at the clinic taught you anything, it was that addiction was hard to beat. No matter what kind it was. As much as you despised having to live with him, he didn’t deserve to die an early death because of something he couldn’t control.

“Anakin?” You knocked on the door gently, but there was no response.

“Come on, man.” The knocking became a little more frantic, but there was still no answer. 

“Whatever.” You walked away and found your purse before heading back outside to uphold what you said you’d do earlier.

After you got back, you heard him watching something on the TV. It was a car commercial for a new Ford model.

“Catch.” You got in front of the screen and threw him the packs of nicotine patches you’d bought. He peered up at you with lazy eyes and slowly unpacked one. You hadn’t really taken note of it before, but he was fucking hot. His hair was messy and his body was chiselled. He was shirtless and only in a pair of very unforgiving sweatpants.

“Thanks…” he mumbled and stuck a patch on his chest.

“Feel better?”

“Don’t know yet.” You took a seat beside him and cast Netflix to the screen,

“Anything you wanna watch?”

“Nah… I’m good.” He seemed as if he was giving up. He was all sluggish from not having had a cigarette.

“Okay…” you turned off the TV to sit and soak in the uncomfortable silence. Nobody said a word for at least a few minutes before Anakin finally spoke up,

“It feels okay… just… doesn’t beat the real thing.” Your head turned to look at him as he said that. 

“I’ve tried everything, okay? I have tried to help you. For some reason, you always need more. What more could you possibly want?” You sighed and brought your knees to your chest.

“You said… the hyper something? was responsible for sex and food cravings, right?”

“The hypothalamus, yeah. That’s why we tried chocolate.” 

“That’s food… what about… sex?” He took a gander at you with those intoxicating tired and beat eyes.

“Like… jerking off? I mean, maybe?” You shrugged.

“No, sex,” he said, staring right at you.

“Oh… well… knock yourself out, I guess? You have a girlfriend?”

“What about you?” He moved closer, still staring deeply into your eyes. His velvety blue ones captured your very soul with just their existence.

“I’m… um… I don’t have a boyfriend…” you swallowed harshly as he leaned into your neck. His breath hit your ear,

“I’d say that’s pretty convenient, no?” He grinned, letting you feel the electricity surging through your spine. You shuddered before swallowing hard,

“What are you insinuating, Anakin?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I need something better than chocolate. Something better than nicotine patches. I can’t just sleep with random girls every day and hope I won’t get an STD. You are single, and I’m guessing you don’t have any weird illness.” His smirk was evident, even if he was practically buried in your neck.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Anakin.” You sighed but didn’t resist his antics.

“Mmm ‘don’t think so. I have a pretty great plan mapped out in my head.” He began to nibble away at your skin, several sighs escaped your lips as he did so,

“Anakin…”

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name just like that.” He ravaged your neck now, littering it with bruises and marks. He pulled away briefly and got up from the couch, taking your hand in his as he helped you up. Almost immediately, his lips crashed onto yours. He pushed you up against the cold wall, clawing at your waist,

“Jump.” You did and he grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He then carried you to his room, where he roughly threw you on the bed. Your breaths were heavy and he swallowed up every single one with his mouth. His tongue massaged yours as his hands massaged your clothed tits.

“Anakin—“

“Ani. Just Ani.” He captured your lips again. He loved those pretty little whimpers and gasps you’d make. It drove him wild. The way your hands were pulling at his hair as your lips desperately reached out for his… It was like a drug.

He pulled off his shirt and helped you get yours off too. You unclasped your bra, and he revelled in the sight. They were fucking perfect in his eyes. The embarrassment on your face as he stared only made him more hungry. He unbuckled his pants, pulled them down and discarded them somewhere in a corner. Shortly after, he got yours off too. Your panties were damp and when his two fingers went to investigate, he just had to point it out to you— essentially mocking you.

“Look who’s getting so worked up when I’ve barely even done anything?” He scoffed. The mocking only worked to turn you on even more, and the face you made gave it away almost immediately. Dumb mistake or was it served on a silver platter?

“Don’t tell me you get off on that,” he snickered and massaged your hips, one hand worked its way further down and ripped your panties off. 

“Hey, those were expensive…” you mumbled, but he didn’t care. The whole house could catch on fire and he wouldn’t give a fuck, because he was here with you. 

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He placed his thumb on your clit, slowly rubbing circles. You clenched the sheets with whatever little power you had left. Even with gestures as small as stroking your sopping cunt, you were at his disposal. Through and through.

As it got more intense, he added a finger, then two then went ahead and added a third— finger fucking you until you went cross-eyed, flicking as hard as he could. Your cries and moans were like music to him. Better than whatever garbage he played anyway.

“All for me? You spoil me, darling.” Fuck, that sent you toppling over the edge, clamping down eagerly on his fingers. With a final moan of his name, he felt your essence coat his fingers. After pulling them out, he licked and sucked them clean,

“You taste fucking heavenly. Better than the chocolate, that’s for sure.” He pulled you by the hips and kneaded them nicely, listening to how you panted like the needy little thing you were. One hand slowly travelled up to take a squeeze at your nipple before travelling back down. His hand grabbed the base of his cock as it rubbed against your sensitive folds. Fuck, he was good, but you were growing impatient. Surely bucking your hips would work?

“Fuck, you’re desperate, aren’t you?” He mocked you and snickered. It was embarrassing. Downright humiliating. Yet you relished in it. Oh, you needed him so bad your ovaries were going to explode.

“Come on… Anakin,” you mewled and arched your back.

“It’s Ani, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead gently, still teasing your needy folds,

“Now, let me hear you again.”

“You’re embarrassing me…” you diverted your gaze and turned her head to the side. It was clear as day to see that your face was completely flushed.

“That’s the point,” he scoffed and grabbed your chin roughly,

“Come on, you can do it, can’t you? Be a good girl, tell me what you want.” Good girl. You folded almost immediately.

“Please… just do it.”

“Come on now, you can do better than that,” he snickered. His relentless teasing just egged you on even more.

“Please, Ani. Please fuck… fuck me,” you sighed with exceptional need, as you arched your back.

“Don’t think I heard that… a little louder?”

“Fuck me, Ani! Fucking take me!” Your desperation was clear in your tone and the way your brows were furrowed. You were pathetic to look at, and oh how he loved it.

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, as you felt him finally intrude your walls. He swallowed every moan you made and even drowned them with his tongue. His size was unthinkably big. There was one protruding vein in particular. The way your walls clamped around it, allowed you to feel it from its start to its end. He wasn’t completely uncivilized though. He allowed you to adjust to his size before moving even a millimetre. In the meantime, he sucked at your skin, twisted your nipples, and moulded your breasts. By now, there wasn’t one spot on your neck that wasn’t bruised. As these appeared one after the other, the pain from his cock invading your insides slowly mingled with pleasure.

“You can move…” He did exactly that. As if it were a command typed into a computer. He almost pulled all the way out, before slamming himself against your hips roughly and sighing out your name.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he groaned as he wasted no time bringing your knees up against your chest, as he began to pound into you. His pace wasn’t too fast, but rough enough to earn those ethereal moans of yours.

“Fuck, scream for me. Scream my name. Let the whole block hear you,” he sighed, speeding up his pace, rutting against you like a heathen. It was fucking filthy. He watched as every inch of himself disappeared inside you, massacring your insides with no mercy. Every pant and every moan contributed to his head falling back in pleasure, as he drove his hips vigorously against yours.

“Ani!” His name left your lips repeatedly like a broken record. He was fucking you completely stupid. What day was it? What time was it? What was your own name? Your cock-drunk self had only one thing in mind: Anakin Skywalker.

“Fuck, I’m close!” You panted as he thrust with even greater speed and strength. He was relentless and unforgiving.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Cum on this cock, baby,” he groaned as you started clenching down on him. He was struggling to move with the tightness but didn’t give up that easily. His tip hit your cervix repeatedly and you felt like your guts were being rearranged.

Finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore and you tipped over the edge,

“Ani!” You fell limp, but Anakin was far from done. He pulled out, only to get next to you and pull you into his lap. His face was flushed. His eyes were hooded and his lips parted. His hands were kneading your hips,

“Ride me.” What? You had no means. You were limp and tired from the pounding you just got. Now he’s trying to go for another round? But oh, how you wanted it. You wanted so badly to feel him again. To feel a new angle of him. Quite literally speaking.

With whatever strength you could muster, you slowly sank down on him, taking him by each delicious inch. It was far too much for you though, your arms immediately gave out and you fell on top of him. That was no issue though; he helped you. He grabbed your hips tightly and thrust upwards. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure. You’d never been fucked that food before. Anakin let his face get buried in the soft mounds in front of him, as he arched your back for you. He was determined to make you finish for the third time in the evening, before finishing himself.

“Doing so good for me, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” He continued to drag your hips down upon his, but with one hand, he slowly let go and pressed it against your abdomen,

“You feel that? That’s my cock ruining you.” This man… your words were illegible by now. He removed his hand from your stomach and stretched the corner of your mouth with two of his fingers,

“You’re so pathetic like this. Where’s the smartass now?” He was right. He was fucking you into oblivion. You couldn’t even fully comprehend what he was saying anymore. You just whined and moaned at him. Just like the good girl, you were being for him. The overstimulation didn’t help. In fact, you were already getting close again. Your pussy was suffocating him and his drags were getting sloppier and sloppier— until he finally got you to release on top of him. He pulled you for a few more thrusts before pulling you off, having you fall backwards on the bed so that he could paint your stomach white.

The two of you both panted heavily as he fell back. It felt like you were going to pass out from the exhaustion.

“Beats the nicotine and cigarettes,” he sighed with a snicker. His eyes were fixated on the white ceiling above,

“So does tomorrow work too?”

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Hiii, glad to hear you're feeling good to do wipw!

Since I now have three favorites I love equally, can I request whichever gets the least asks between Guardian Angel Neil, Arsonist Neil and Mafia Restaurant? If it's too annoying to count them back and forth just pick the one you want the most, or at random hehe :D I'll be happy with whichever but I just can't pick. See, this is me:

(idk if you've seen The Good Place but Chidi (the guy in the gif) is notoriously bad at making choices)

Anyways, have a good week!! <33

WIP Wednesday (1/8) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 271)

"Not who. What." Andrew clarifies, tracing the ruined skin with the pad of his thumb. After a moment, 10 lets out a tiny sigh and tilts his head slightly to gesture to the front of the car.

"One of those."

Andrew turns his head to look to the side and finds nothing but the dashboard. There's nothing in either cup holder, save for a couple handfuls of change. He's about to give up and ask again, when finally his gaze lands on the empty outlet under the radio. He chews the inside of his jaw in lieu of grimacing, then he realizes the scars on 10's hands match.

"Tell me something. Why does a man with so many burn scars play with fire?"

10 blinks slowly. "Why do you?"

"I put them out. There's a big difference."

"I'm talking about me." 10 says. "I'm nothing. A nobody. I’m somebody you should've turned in the moment you figured me out. So tell me Andrew, why are you playing with fire?"

"Because I am self-destructive, perhaps a bit stupid." Andrew thumbs 10's cheek again. "And I like the smell of smoke."

That makes 10’s eyes sparkle and he smiles. “I want to kiss you again.”

"I—" Andrew cuts himself off before he can admit too much. Because he wants. God, he wants. Much more than he's prepared for right now. After allowing himself one more stroke of 10's scarred cheek, he lets his hand drop to his lap.

NEIL

Neil immediately misses the warm weight of Andrew's hand against his cheek. He wants it back, that warmth and care. He's not used to it. He can't remember the last time he was given a kind touch. It must've been decades ago. He survived without it but now he's craving it more than he's ever craved nicotine.

"Andrew?"

Andrew looks from Neil to his now-empty hand and clears his throat. "You still owe me a muffin."

Neil glances at the cafe, then back at Andrew. "Okay."

It's easy to get out of the car and stroll into the Magnolia with Andrew right beside him. And, Neil thinks he'd buy the entire establishment (or perhaps burn it down) if it meant Andrew would touch him again. He doesn't voice this, because it's insane. But he follows Andrew into the cafe like a dog on a leash and pays for their food.

Neil orders himself a black coffee and the first sandwich on the menu, whatever it was— he has no idea. He barely glanced at the menu before turning his attention back to Andrew, who was staring up at the menu board as if it had personally offended him. Andrew ends up ordering a different sandwich— presumably one he actually wants— plus a huge mug of hot chocolate and a double chocolate muffin. The same kind Neil had bought him last time. The time he didn't stay.

When Andrew asks where Neil wants to sit, Neil pulls at the leash and takes them to the booth nearest the front windows. And they eat and drink and talk. And Neil is nervous again, which wouldn't be so bad if his nervousness weren't connected to his flight or fight instinct. His leg is bouncing a mile a minute underneath the table and he knows he's bumping Andrew's knee, because Andrew keeps glancing down under the table when it happens.

Finally, the thirtieth time Neil's knee knocks into Andrew's, Andrew stops mid-sentence and gets up from his seat. Neil almost gets up to follow him, no questions asked. Then Andrew is gesturing for him to scoot over. When Neil does, Andrew slides into the booth beside him and it should make him feel trapped. Boxed in. Something.

But it doesn't. It makes him feel safe with Andrew between him and everything else in the world. Eventually his leg stops bouncing and Neil is able to convince his nervous system he's not being hunted by a tiger. Or worse, his dead father. He settles into the booth beside Andrew and picks at his food while watching the way Andrew's eyes glow under the sunlight pouring through the window.

[beefrobeefcal]

Um okay so Javier Peña? Stubborn as fuck. Put on a little weight and he refuses to get new fucking clothes. Thinking season 3 Javier where he has a private office.

Well it’s after a wicked long day, stressful day. His work pants are already tight enough to be bugging him, and he’s sitting at his desk and only him and the receptionist or whatever are still there doing work.

Javier thinks he’s safe - sure he can unbutton his work pants just to catch his breath. He takes a sip of his whiskey and begins to unbutton and unzip his pants - tummy jumping forward - finally able to take a deep breath. He slumps back in his chair and palms his tummy gently, thinking to himself he absolutely either needs to start eating better & drinking less, or give up and buy a new suit.

Only for the receptionist to knock on his door and come in, which Pedro fidgeting to cover his open pants. The receptionist thinks he’s being dirty behind his desk - until they’re getting ready to fuck on their first date and she asks him what all that was about. He has a wicked blush all over his face and neck when he has to admit his pants were squeezing the absolute life out of him.

UNF. Nonnie. We thank thee for this bountiful feast we're about to receive.

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro proudly presents:

a Chubby!Peña one shot

Javier Peña & his Sweetheart: An HR Nightmare

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader (Sweetheart!)

Summary: Javier quit booze, informants, and cigarettes. All he's left with is a pissy mood, food and you.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 5,748

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), belly appreciation, ill-fitting clothes, semen on clothing, hard candty throwing

Author's Notes: This is a long time coming. Blessed be the Nonnie who submitted this, and a major special thanks to @rebel-held & @theywhowriteandknowthings who read draft after draft and @neverwheremoonchild & @toxicanonymity for their smutty support. Shout out to the TDS for their unhinge thirst on twitter.

Final draft not beta'd, so enjoy my typos. TA DA!

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Javier Peña was an all or nothing kind of guy. Work? Women? Cigarettes? Booze? He threw himself into them all headfirst, consequences be damned. But as he got older, a new item was added to that list – food.

You were hired as his secretary once he was promoted to the head of the department. You were leery, knowing his reputation for being a womanizer, but he turned out to be moodier than anything else, especially since he quit smoking your first week. While he admired your sharp wit and appreciated your honesty, he rarely showed it. The only time he seemed to be anything other than pissy was when you offered him some of the candy you hid in your desk for him.

Quitting smoking was harder than all Javier’s other habits to break, given it wasn’t just the nicotine that he craved, it was an oral fixation, too. He felt he constantly needed something in his mouth, and you were more than happy to provide him with anything sweet to keep his mood in check.

The long hours he worked in his new position meant that there was little time to sate his other vices; while he did still enjoy whiskey from time to time, the hangover he was graced with when he hit the bottle hard as he got older wasn't worth it. And now that he wasn’t the one with informants, women were not as easily obtainable as they once were.

He went from satiating his boredom and hunger with cigarettes and whiskey to actually eating something in the evenings. Then the snacking throughout the day started.

In short, Javier Peña was coping with food.

The one night that changed everything happened after a particularly grueling day. Meeting after boring meeting, back-to-back all day, he stopped by his favourite take out place, placed a ridiculously large order out of sheer hunger and frustration, and went home with enough food for a family of four. He laid out all the food in front of him and just started to eat. Halfway through, he had to open his pants and unbutton his shirt in order to finish. Once done, he hauled his stuffed belly to bed and slipped into a food coma.

You watched him come in the morning after, looking a little sluggish and slightly bloated. You figured he had tied one off late into the night to blow off steam, but as it happened more often, you knew it wasn’t alcohol or women. He’d slipped up and told someone about this take-out pace that he’d been ordering from, and you put two and two together pretty quicky.

His affinity for take-out and the candy you hid in your desk resulted in his middle filling out. It wasn’t too noticeable at first, but after nearly a year of his new habits, Javier Peña was growing quite the belly. Despite this, he’d refused to change his wardrobe, fairly certain that his new bulk wasn’t that noticeable.

Because of this, Javier sometimes looked like an unmade bed version of himself. Regardless, you desperately wanted to keep feeding him and feel his belly get bigger, among other things.

*****

Javier woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He was craving a cigarette in the worst way, and he was out of gum. All that he had to take his mind off smoking was a pile of leftovers in the fridge. He ate the whole lot, then fought to get his pants done up. Still refusing to acknowledge that he needed to upgrade his wardrobe, he ignored the feeling under his belly as he tightened his belt; he had to suck in his stomach as hard as he could to get the buttons done up on his shirt, and once he relaxed, the buttons were pulling, although not enough to gape or pop. This was becoming an issue more and more often, but Javier was stubborn. He was in a bad enough mood already, and he didn’t want to give a single thought to his clothing.

He stormed into the office and stood in front of your desk, huffing as he reviewed the contents of a file folder. It was your first day back after a three-week holiday and he was impatiently waiting for you to get off the phone. You turned in your chair and smiled coldly at him, and when his eyes went back down to the file, yours wandered down to his middle.

You almost choked and had to hide it in a cough so the person on the other line and Javier wouldn’t ask what was wrong. His already tight pants had become tighter, especially now that the front of his pants had to bow under his belly, and his shirt, while it was buttoned, wasn’t long enough. You could see a sliver of skin peeking out between his belt and the front corners of his shirt. And it took every ounce of strength to not reach out and touch it.

You’d noticed he was filling out a bit more before you left, but his was an entirely new development. Javier eyed you when you coughed, but you continued to pretend to be listening to what the other person was saying while you imagined what you needed to do to get those buttons to pop.

“How was your vacation?”, Javier scowled after you hung up.

“Great. I’m so glad to be back.”, you responded politely.

“Don’t need to lie to me.”, he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Well, gee, Peña. It’s nice to see you and your mood, too.”, you snarked back. “Looks like you've kept yourself preoccupied.”

You nodded towards his fuller midsection with a smirk, and his face flushed. He stood up straighter and tried to suck in his belly.

You snickered at his attempt to hide the evidence of his decadence. “It’s good to be back and to get your office back on track. I’ve been sifting through all the files that you didn’t bother to deal with the last three weeks.”

He rolled his eyes again as he snarled sarcastically, “I’m so sorry you have to do your job.”

“Jesus, you are in a snit today.”, you sighed, holding up your candy dish. “Here, take the edge off pretend you are actually happy to see me. Maybe then I’ll give you the gift I picked up for you.”

He rolled his eyes and tossed the file folder on your desk and held his hand out for his gift.

“Not if you’re not happy to see me, Peña.”, you warned.

“Fucking tease.”, he muttered, popping a Werther’s caramel into his mouth.

“Oh, did I put you in a worse mood?”, you mockingly pouted, opening a drawer and pulling out a few boxes of chocolate coated macadamia nuts, then stated in a firmer tone, “You be nice today and you might get one of these boxes. Got it?”

He sighed and shook his head, and warned you in a low growl, “Watch it, sweetheart.”

And there it was, that nickname. Sweetheart. One of his subordinates called you that as a joke when you started giving Javier candy to temper his mood, but Javier took it and ran. Anyone else calling you that name caused your temper to flare, but when he did it? Your heart felt like it was trying to jump out of your mouth and flee from the room. You knew he used to be a flirt, and you shouldn’t let it get to you, but being your first day back and the sight you were greeted with, your guard was down. You swallowed hard and nodded back at him, opening one of the boxes and offering him a nut.

*****

The day went quickly for you due to the catch up you were playing all day with the files that needed sorting. Javier spent most of the day in his office, being that his mood was still, well, terrible and his clothes were feeling far too tight; he felt uncomfortable and bitchy.  You were in and out, taking and leaving documents from his desk and trying so hard to remain focused on your tasks that you didn’t notice Javier eyeing you up and down at every opportunity. While he was discreet, he allowed himself the chance to check you out, noting the tan that warmed your skin tone, the way your skirt clung to your tight, little frame, and the way your blouse flowed and bounced with your tits. Javier figured that you were not interested in a workplace affair, something he knew all too well the dangers of. That, or you weren't interested in him. He remembered the way your body tensed when he would touch you and brush past you, and the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable and lose you because he was a horny, lonely man. You were too valuable and important to him to take a chance; you were one of the few who was able to put up with him and his attitude. All that and he thought you were fucking hot.

By the end of the night, you’d decided that you were going to leave, get some dinner, then return to finish what you needed to be fully caught up. Assuming that Javier would be gone by the time you returned, you didn’t let him know you would be back.

“Have a good night, Agent Peña.”, you said, popping your head in his office.

He waved you off in a flat tone, not looking up from his file, “Night, sweetheart. Thanks for coming back.”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh and headed out. Javier lifted his head as you turned and watched you leave, his mind wandering to things he knew better than to allow.

With him having more things to get done, he’d organized earlier in the day to have his favourite take-out place deliver his usual order to the office around dinnertime. It arrived soon after you left, and he enjoyed most of the meal in silence, having to undo his belt and pants to accommodate all the food in him. He sat back in his office chair, picking his teeth, hand on his swollen middle.

You’d returned over an hour later, surprised to see a light on in his office.

“Agent Peña?”, you called out, walking towards his office, smelling take-out wafting in the air, figuring he ordered in because he was staying late.

Javier scrambled to sit up and tried not to look guilty while trying to suck in his belly. He tossed some paperwork over what was left of his dinner as you walked into his office, leaning forward in his chair to hide his open pants and looking at his flushed face, knowing you interrupted something.

“Oh... I thought you’d be gone by now.”, you said, leaning against the door frame with a smirk.

“Oh, no... I have some things... I need to get done and...”, he cleared his throat, his middle aching to be let back out. “I decided to stay late. What are you doing back?”

“I have some things I need to do to be caught up for tomorrow, so I came back after dinner.”, you said, trying not to smile even more. His guilty expression and flushed face had you thinking you’d just interrupted him jacking off, but knowing he was more than likely eating at his desk.

He finally had to give in and sit back but he pulled an open file over his lap to hide his open waistband. His belly was pulling his shirt taut across his middle, buttons threatening to give way, and his breathing was heavy.

“Have you eaten yet, Agent Peña?”, you asked coolly with a grin, your eyes scanning down and noting his middle looked fuller. Javier noticed your stare and cleared his throat. He looked at the blush creeping up your body and the look in your eyes, and he felt a rush of uncertainty.

“I got some food already.” he said, trying to keep his tone even.

“Right...”, you nodded with a smile. “You sure you don’t want another chocolate covered macadamia nut? You were being pretty nice to me today…”

“Maybe in a bit. Finish what you need and then maybe...”, he waved you off in a cold tone, desperately wanting to end this awkwardness for himself.

You nodded and turned, sauntering back to your desk. Javier watched you then sighed, letting his belly relax further and push out, his shirt buttons coming dangerously close to popping.

You sat at your desk, trying to concentrate on the files in front of you, but your mind kept slipping back to what he was doing when you walked in. He was filling out that stomach of his even further and you’d caught him. You’d also noticed the way his eyes roamed over you and the matching flush that crept up his face as you stood in his doorway. You smiled to yourself.

Javier sat at his desk and wondered how long you would be. It was a struggle that morning to do his pants up, and now that he was even more bloated and full, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get them done up again. He sat back in his chair and sucked in his belly and tried to get them done up, not realizing how loud his grunting had gotten as he struggled.

You heard him, and you grabbed the open box of chocolates, got up, and went to the doorway. At first, you weren’t sure what you were watching, all you knew was you wanted to be a part of it. It dawned on you that Javier was struggling to get his pants done up, belly heaving and pulling on those poor buttons on his shirt. Catching him in such a vulnerable position had you feeling confident with the upper hand in this situation.

“Need some help, Agent Peña?” You barely recognized the honey-toned voice that came from your mouth.

He sat back up and looked at you while he panted, and his face went red.

“I... uh... I just... fuck.”, he sputtered.

His eyes were wide looking at you, almost pleading, and you swore you were no longer in control of your own body as you walked into his office and around his desk, leaning on it while you faced him.

“You need to get some better fitting clothes, Agent Peña.”, you cooed.

He scowled back at you and huffed, “Sweetheart...”, he said in a warning tone.

“Agent Peña.”, you cooed again. “… your shirt’s getting snug and those pants aren’t happening.”

He eyed you, and from the angle he was sitting at, he could see the swell of your breast between the buttons of your blouse, and he licked his lips. He sat back and looked at you. You raised your brow at him as you saw how distended his belly really was.

“Oh my… you weren’t whistling dixie when you said you already ate.”, you pointed out in a teasing tone, poking him with the box of chocolaty nuts. “You too full or you want some chocolate?”

He looked at you and scowled again, his tone sounding irritated, “Hey! You don’t get to come in here and - “

You cut him off by pushing one of the chocolates in his mouth. He grunted in response but made no move to stop you.

“Don’t get cranky, Peña. I’ll leave you be.”, you cooed and gave him a wink as you got up, tossed the box of chocolate on his desk and walked out of his office. You went back to your desk and collected your jacket and purse.

“See you in the morning, Agent Peña.”, you called out as you walked out the door.

Javier sat at his desk stunned for a few moments. He thought whatever holiday you had brought you back a new woman. He shoved a few chocolates in his mouth and groaned at his full belly and hard, aching cock.

*****

The next few weeks went on as normal; neither of you being brave enough to talk about the events of that evening and acted as though nothing had happened. He continued to delve into his habit with food and you continued to feed him candy and other sweets. It wasn’t until the day before a black-tie event was taking place that Javier brought in his tuxedo for you to take to the dry cleaners.

“Peña are you sure you want to wear this tux?”, you asked in an unsure tone, folding the garment bag over your arm.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”, he asked, not looking up from his desk.

“Well... are you sure it still fits?”, you raised an eyebrow as you asked.

His eyes shot up at you, and he barked, “Yes… Why the fuck wouldn’t it?”

You stared back at him, shaking your head and closing his office door before walking towards his desk.

“Peña. None of your clothes fit anymore.” Your tone was firm and direct.

“What does that mean?! My clothes fit just fine!”, he snapped, a flush creeping over his face.

“Stand up.”, you commanded as you put the garment bag over the back of the chair.

He gave a frustrated groan and huffed, then stood up. You looked him over, seeing the evidence of his food habits clearly around his middle even more than before. His waistband was strained under his protruding middle, and shirt was pulled tight over his belly, gaping between the buttons showing peeks of the undershirt below it.

You walked around the desk and stood in front of him, crossing your arms and giving him an irritated look.

“My clothes fit fine.”, Javier snapped.

“You’re really going to make me do this?”, you asked with a huff.

“Do what?”, he huffed back.

“Agent Peña, the shirt that is currently being pushed to its limit on you right now is a relaxed fit. The tux you want to wear is fitted. There is no way you’re going to get into it.”, you said, stepping forward as if to challenge him.

“It will fit me fine!”, he warned, taking a step towards you. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit!”

“Really? You’re gonna fit this”, you motion towards his belly, “into that tux?”, you spat back, taking another step towards him.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re really treading on thin fucking ice.”, he growled in a low voice, taking one final step towards you.

You were standing close enough that you could feel the heat emanating off of him. You refused to back down, keeping your arms crossed.

“Fine, Peña. Show me. Prove me wrong.”, you challenged him.

“Jesus... sweetheart, you’re a real pain in my fucking ass!”, he growled.

“This pain in your ass is making sure you look presentable tomorrow night, asshole!”, you spat back, dropping your hands to your side and clenching your fists. “Go on. Put it on.”

“Knock it off, sweetheart.”, he warned, glaring at you.

“Or what?”, you challenged, your lips curling in a sneer.

Javier’s eyes narrowed at you. Despite how enraged he was at your insubordination he couldn’t help but look you over: your heaving chest, your pouted lips in a frown, your adorable scowl. Fuck.

You saw his eyes shift over you and you shook your head and laughed, enraging him. You saw the vein in his neck twitch as he clenched his fists.

“Peña, you’re one meal away from popping out of that shirt.”, you sneered with a grin, poking his belly.

“Sweetheart…”, he growled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, your faces inches apart.

Before you can respond, there’s a knock at his door.

“This isn’t over, Sweetheart.”, he hissed as you scowl at him before leaving his office.

The rest of the day goes on with you both casting glances at one another’s direction. Javier occasionally looks at the garment bag you left on the back of the chair, debating whether it would be worth it to prove you wrong.

Finally, after going back and forth in his mind, he sighs and shuts his office door. He grabbed the garment bag and pulled out the jacket, putting it on. Sure, the arms feel a bit tight, as do the shoulders, but it’s nothing too bad. He smiles to himself as he pulls the rest of the tux out.

You sat at your desk, working quietly when you heard his office door close. You didn’t think much of it being more than a private phone call until you looked at your switchboard. His line was open; he wasn’t on a call. Javier was not one to close his door unless he had a reason to; you’d told him his mood was enough of a closed door to keep people out and he laughed, agreeing with your observation.

You thought better than to interrupt him and went back to work. Twenty minutes later, you got a page on your intercom.

“Yes, Agent Peña?”

“Get in my office. Now.”, he barked over the intercom.

You felt your mouth go dry, and the other people in the vicinity looked nervously away from you. You hesitated and cleared the documents from your desk.

You heard him bark “FUCK!” through the walls of the office, then his voice roared over the speaker again. “Get in my fucking office!”

You turned off the intercom and grabbed a bag of candy from your desk drawer – just in case – and headed to his office.

You knocked quietly at the door before you let yourself in. You saw the tux on the floor in front of his desk and Javier sitting with a face like a thunderclap behind his desk in his chair. His clothes looked like he’d thrown them on quickly, with his dress shirt being unbuttoned to show his white undershirt and tie open around his shoulders. 

“So… should I ask what happened?”, you questioned with a slight nervous tone at his dangerous-looking mood.

“Just… goddammit… fuck!”, he barked as he stood up. “Where the fuck is the candy?!”

“Oh my god, Peña!”, you yelled exasperated, whipping a hard candy from the bag in your hand at him. It hit him in the chest and bounced down to his desk.

“Did you just throw that at me?!”, he roared, suddenly seeming a lot more aggressive and intimidating than he’d ever been.

Your eyes went wide, realizing that you literally hucked a piece of candy at your boss.

“Shit…”, you murmured to yourself.

“Agent Peña, I…”, you started to apologize but his attitude made you rethink it, snapping at him, “Yes! Yes, I did throw candy at you!”

You both stare at each other again, and he looks like he’s going to fly into a rage at any moment.

“Jesus, you’re a fucking brat.”, he growled.

Looking at him indignantly, figuring you were already going to receive a demerit or worse, be fired. “No more than you are, you fucking asshole!”, you laughed nastily, sitting in one of the armchairs across from him.

His eyes raged like wildfire as he stared down at you sitting casually on the other side of the desk.

“Watch. Your. Mouth.”, he growled, pointing at you.

“No, you watch it, Peña.”, you smirked, enjoying this more than you should.

He stomped around the desk and stood in front of you. His stomach pulling his undershirt taut enough to see the indentation of his belly button in the stretched fabric. God, what you wouldn’t give to run your hands over it...

“You’re really trying my last fucking nerve, sweetheart.”, he said in a low, menacing growl.

“I think you’re just hungry, Peña…”, you cooed mockingly with a curled lip, deciding to go for broke. “You should eat something. Really make sure you don’t fit into that tux.”

“You’re so fucking mouthy…”, he growled again.

As much as he wanted to deny it, when you looked at him like that, it set his chest on fire and made his dick hard. It reminded him of the stress relieving properties of casual sex and made him imagine what he would do to get you whimper and cry out his name. All this because his tux didn’t fit, and he really wanted a fucking cigarette… and he really wanted you.

“So what? You know I’m right. You been eating real well, haven’t you, Peña. Too well even…”, you purred in response, looking at his belly with a raised brow. His glare grew darker.

You unwrapped one of the candies from the bag. “Here, have your candy.”, you cooed, holding it out to him.

He paused as he scowled at you, refusing to allow you the upper hand. He leaned forward, putting his hands to the arms of the chair, his face was dangerously close to yours. You could smell the fruit punch Lifesavers on his breath and your heartbeat in your throat, your cunt clenched.

“I’m not going to tell you again, sweetheart.”, he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Watch your mouth.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Or what?”, you breathed out, voice shaky.

He tightened his mouth and narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m gonna have to do something about that attitude of yours.”

You sucked in a breath, trying to retain your composure. You didn’t want him knowing he could have this kind of control over you, and you growled back, “Fuck you, Peña … you fat, fucking – “

He yanked you out of your chair and pushed you face down on his desk. You let out a yelp as one of his hands held you down at the base of your neck and the other hiked up your skirt around your waist.

You let out a moan, “Peña… Peña!”

“So fucking tired of you… parading this tight little body around the office… you’re a fucking tease… a mouthy, fucking tease… just begging to be fucked…”, he snarled as his fingers deftly pushing your soaked panties to the side and ran a finger through your folds.

“Oh… oh fuck you, Peña!”

He leaned forward and huskily snarled in your ear as he ripped his tie off his shoulders and shoved it in your mouth, then Javier grabbed your knee and lifted it onto his desk, opening you up further to him.

“You call me Javi when I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart.”

He plunged a finger into you then quickly added another, thumb pressing your clit. The expertise of his fingers, the only sounds in the room were your cries muffled by the silk tie and the vulgar, wet sounds he was pulling out of your sopping cunt.

“That’s right, sweetheart… that shut your smart mouth up… you’re so fucking wet… Jesus, baby… that’s it… pussy’s been begging for me… so fucking tight… so fucking needy… listen to yourself… fucking pathetic that all I had to do was bend you over my desk and finger fuck you… and you finally shut up… finally do what I say… and not give me so much fucking grief… maybe I shouldn’t let you come…”.

You were close, but the spell was broken when he removed his fingers and hissed a cruel laugh, and you were furious. Catching him off guard, you pushed your body up and turned quickly, shoving him back. He fell into the armchair with a grunt.

“What the fuck?!”, he roared, moving to try and get up.

You brought your heeled foot to his chest and shoved him back down, ripping the tie from your mouth and throwing it on the desk.

“Sit, Peña.”, your voice low and commanding.

He let out a shaky breath and a low groan. The look he gave you was feral and challenging, and as he raised his hand to hold your ankle as if to test how much in control you really were.

“Sweetheart,”, he crooned dangerously, sitting forward and pushing against your foot. “You call me Javi when I – “

“Fuck you, Peña…”, you snapped, pushing him back once more with your foot.

He let out a dark laugh, and you dragged your heeled foot down his front, over his belly, to sit on the chair right in front of his sizable bulge in his dress pants. You nudged your foot forward gently, and Javier let out a breathy grunt and eye briefly fluttered. You raised an eyebrow and put your foot against his belly and pushed in slightly.

“Fucking cuck…”, you sneered. “Getting soft and round, Peña. Gonna keep you fat and docile… gonna - ”

He glared darkly at you and huffed out a grunt, grabbing your ankle harshly and shoving it away, causing you to fall backward against his desk, and he stood up.

Towering over you, he grabbed your thigh and hoisted you to sit on his desk, then moved a hand to the back of your neck, gripping your hair. His eyes looked black as his face came close to yours.

“I’m your fucking boss… I tell you what to do… don’t ever forget that, sweetheart.”, he growled through gritted teeth before he pushed his mouth on yours in a punishing kiss.

You grabbed his shoulders and matched his ferocity. Teeth, tongues, messy, feral, wet.

Both of you began to melt into each other’s mouths, your rage slipping into passion, into need. You grabbed at one another, not getting enough out of it, needing more connection. Bringing your hand down between your bodies, palming his belly. Feeling the softness covering the firm weight he was carrying around made you moan into his mouth as he sucked in a breath. Your hand moved further down and gripped his crotch.

Your closed eyes felt like they were going to roll back in your head with what you felt in your hand: heavy, thick, and hard, his cock felt divine. He grunted and pulled back and both of you were breathing heavily. You opened your eyes, and his face was still feral, but his eyes were softer.

“Peña…”, you moaned. “Fuck me…”

He let out a shaky chuckle and moved a to open your blouse buttons with one hand, then palmed your lace-clad tit.

“You know your manners… ask me again nicely… come on, sweetheart… not Peña, baby… you beg Javi to fuck you… beg me…”, he grunted as he rutted against your hand and slipped his hand under your lacy bra, teasing your nipple.

“Oh, fuck… Peña… Javi… please… please…fuck me, Javi… please… need – fuck! – need you… please fuck me…”

Pulling his hand out, he stood back and hoisted you back onto the desk.

“So needy… so fucking good when you remember your place, sweetheart…”, he purred.

You reached out and slid your hands down, lifting his belly slightly to unbuckle his belt and then his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. When his cock sprung free, hitting the underside of his stomach, you let out a small whimper.

“You gonna be quiet, sweetheart?... or you gonna run your mouth while I fuck you?... huh?... or will I be too much for your pretty pussy to handle?”, he grunted as you spat in your hand and began to stroke him. “Do I have to stuff your fucking mouth again?”

You were about to talk back, but his raised eyebrow with his hand fisting his cock was enough to leave you just shaking your head.

“Good girl.”

He kissed you roughly, pulling your hand off him. He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock through your folds. You panted a whimper, and he began to push into you. You cried out and his hand went over your mouth.

“I know, I know… you can take it, sweetheart… come on, baby… take it all… fuck… relax, sweetheart… so fucking tight… oh jesus… take it… take it… oh baby girl… yeah, honey… that’s it…”

When he was fully seated in you, he panted and grunted, trying to compose himself. You held onto his shoulders while he gripped your hips. Javier began to rock into you, slowly at first, then picked up speed. You cried out and his eyes watched out from under heavy lids as his mouth curled into a lupine sneer.

“Tell me, sweetheart… tell me… how bad you needed this… tell me… fuck… I needed you so fucking bad… always looking so good… so pretty… god… wanted you so bad… needed you, sweetheart…”

“Javi… the first time you – oh fuck! –  first time you called me sweetheart… I was fucked… I was yours… oh god, Javi!... keep going – fuck oh fuck! – right there…yes… yes…oh god… yes…… oh god… pl-please… J-Javi… need… fuck… so full…”

“Sweetheart… baby… wh-where do you want me?”

“On the pill… come in me… Javi… fucking come in me.”

He kissed you hard and your orgasm came crashing down hard. The grip your cunt had on him made him feel like you were choking his cock, and he threw his head back and let out a strangled grunt, chasing his own release.

He groaned and his thrusts became more sporadic. He came with a few husky grunts, and you fell back on the desk, Javier on top, both of you panting. His weight was pressing you down hard, your combined release was slipping out onto his desk and to the tuxedo on the floor.

“Peña…”, you panted after a few moments. “Peña… need you to get up.”

He huffed a laugh and moved off you with a groan.

He helped you up, and you both began to fix your clothing. Javier flopped into his desk chair and popped a candy into his mouth. You put his errant tuxedo back into the garment bag.

“Peña,”, you smiled. He looked up at you, his eyes warm in his post-coital haze.

You dropped the garment bag over the armchair and walked around his desk. He turned his chair to look at you and you sat sidesaddle on his lap. His hand came up to your waist.

“About the tux…”

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your decolletage. “I know… I know, sweetheart.”

You nodded and leaned into him, running your hands over his belly with your head on his shoulder.

“I mean, I can’t wear a cum-stained tuxedo to this gala…”

“Jesus, Peña! No you can’t wear a tux that doesn’t fit you!”

You pushed on his belly, and he laughed out loud.

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[takeomurasaki]

" Earned relief. "

Shigaraki Tomura x GN!Reader

Type: One-shot, Smut.

Summary: Shigaraki's lover died 2 months prior to this. He needs to relieve his stress. The only one he thought about was his best friend, Y/N.

Word count: 3,388 words.

It was a quarter past two on a July night. Shigaraki lit up one more cigarette, trying to think of something else. He smocked heavily the little creation. He was troubled and the tears were pouring from his red orbs. He needed a stress reliever as soon as possible. He felt blue, like he had been for the past few weeks, the momeries of them back in his mind. He lost them. He had messed up. He promised years ago, when he was a kid, to protect them whatever the cost was. But he failed that two months ago, and he lost them in a fight with Pro Heroes.

He was no one anymore.

He had broken a promise to the person he had most feelings to.

He lost the only one who could help his scratching habit, the one who held him up as he was suffering from anxiety and he craved such attention that he received from them.

Sure, he was no good with feelings. Shigaraki had trouble acknowledging them and understanding them. It wasn't something he was taught at all and he always had winged it until he met them.

He was guilty. He knew well he was dangerous for them and still decided to listen to his heart. His heart like a fireball as he confessed to them, the 19th July 20xx. They surprisingly returned the feelings he had, resulting in a close competition of their mouths for that matter. They were everything to him, sure they had flaws, and sometimes the both of them would fight, just like any other couple, and he loved that dearly. They were badass, a shining star upon the crowd. Their quirk, Nicotine, would create diseases to any other they'd blow onto. They were the 'emo duo' as Toga used to say. These thoughts brought a scattered smile upon his face. His tears dropped to his mattress, his heart was aching endlessly.

He felt at ease with them and peaceful. His crimson vessels steamed up when they'd kiss, touch, or share moments together.

His precious sensitive heart was now shattered in a million pieces.

His world, all gone.

He needed the same thing they had, he was craving to be loved for, he was addicted to that anyway. The feelings of being the center of the world at night in his singular bed were everything. They made him feel comfortable with a lot of things and reassured him that he was as loveable as anyone. He grinned painfully. The thoughts weren't all that wrong. His past lover sure did not lie to him, and he believed he was still loveable after all. If Laios said it, then it sure was true. They were always right. He sipped down the last drop of vodka he saved last night, in fact there were bottles of wine and beer scattered everywhere in his room, that added to the sad and grief factor he grew with time. This had been his routine lately, crying endlessly about Laios.

He had enough of that heartache. He wondered why he always suffered in his life at some point - no matter the joy of the moment.

His thumb erased the tears off his face. He needed a stress reliever. And he knew oh so well who to call for that.

Y/N.

Laios told him that if something ever happened, he had to call Y/N. No matter the situation or what he needed. This may seem rather extreme to want what he wanted from Y/N, but that's all he wanted at the moment and he knew Y/N would understand.

Well, he hoped.

He ruffled his hand in his hair. It was such a mess that his fingers were jammed in his blue locks. He stood up from his mattress. He was determined to get what he wanted from Y/N. He looked around his room, took his last condoms and stuffed them into his pants' pockets. He huffed. "Laios would hate me for this, but it feels like a need at the moment." He put on one of his many coats that Laios gave him, he was spoiled by his dead lover, and he loved all of it. Several of his coats were ripped by now, but he wouldn't give them away because of the memories they bring to him.

He managed to get through the clutter that was his room while kicking a few bottles over, the sound of glass hitting the ground and rolling echoing in the chamber. He went out the LOV base without disturbing anyone, as much as he could. He may have been a villian, he deeply cared for his teammates. They were his family after all. And just like that, he headed to Y/N's apparemment in a small district in a nearby town.

Y/N was his childhood best friend, almost like he knew them for a long lifetime. Unfortunately, they were a new gangster in "The Firm", an agency where quirkless people have a chance to gain fighting skills and be treated equally. Nonetheless, their friendship was still possible as they hid it oh so well, and they had a strong bond ; nothing could separate them. That's why Y/N lived so far from the town LOV had settled in and yet still gave Shigaraki the address.

Now that he thinks about it, it's quite funny how a quirkless person would be his friend. His quirk wasn't even intimidating the feeble human, and they were okay with being around him no matter what, Y/N even knew about Shigaraki's incident with his family and still decided to stay. It could be because Y/N was as destroyed and torn as Shigaraki was, in some way. Y/N wasn't the family's favorite, they were the eldest and their parents pressured them to take care of the household and of their siblings, and if Y/N didn't do as told : punition. Corporal punition.

And this wasn't all. The expectations put on their shoulders were too much for them. They ran away when they got in middle school. They had nobody but Y/N was a smart one. They managed to make money from odd jobs that they'd cumulate daily.

Shigaraki would lie if he said they weren't strong. He had never seen anyone with their mindset before. They would never give up on their hope as well. "At last, the cherry on top I guess" he laughed a little before coughing briefly. Let's say the alcohol and cigarettes weren't going easy on him and the cold air of the night wasn't helping the overall situation.

He was still under the spell of what he had consumed, soon to be with another, stronger one.

He wandered the streets while thinking about them. He took in his surroundings: it was calm. The moon was in a beautiful crescent, no clouds whatsoever. The stars accompanied the moon, beaming either a yellowish or white hue upon the buildings of town. That was the type of sky Laios adored. He suddenly lost himself, his knees quivered and salty orbs began to form again in his eyes. He fell down on his hinge joints with a loud thud. That was it. Even with all his motivation, all his will, he fell down again.

"Have you seen yourself lately? Get on your feet, big dork." A single tear could make it's way down his cheek as someone he knew very well had their arms around him and lifted him up with ease. He didn't want them to see him in this state. He was never that vulnerable around his best friend. He looked to the side to avoid Y/N's gaze and wipped his tears away with his hands.

"I have, thank you. I own mirrors."

"You do? 'Cause last time I went at your place, you had shirts hanging on your mirror and it was dirty as HELL. Couldn't even see my face. That's how foggy it was!" They said, eyeing him with a suspicious look and crossed arms. He started laughing, how could they be so natural and acting normally around him when he looked like a vagabond. He put his hand on their shoulder, pinky finger up.

"You know just what to say every time."

"Uh-huh, I sure do, I read you like a book. Also, I know damn well what you have in your pockets. Which club are you going to?" They patted his pockets and smirked. Shigaraki stared blankly at them with a flat smile. How could he even explain himself? What he wanted from them was so selfish. The thought of Y/N refusing was just now crossing his mind. Y/N furrowed their brows and started thinking that him not answering was skeptical.

After half a minute of Shigaraki fidgeting with his fingers and his face becoming red unable to pronounce a single word, Y/N got the memo.

"No fucking way. You were out to find me, weren't you?" Their eyes widened, a blush casting over their cheeks as the idea of them having intercourse crossed their mind. Shigaraki started panicking inside, it sounded way worse when they said it. Physically though, he simply nodded rubbing his hands together and creating eye contact with them.

Now was Y/N's turn to panic a little, that was something they had wanted for so long they just couldn't get themselves to confess they'd want that. They thought they were better off single and doing nothing because of their job and stuff. But now they're both 24, both desperate for physical action, both single, both wanting each other. Y/N exhaled deeply, looking at him and a smile appeared on their face.

"I mean we both want that so um, why not? My place I guess?"

Shigaraki's pupils expanded as his dry mouth parted slightly. His mind was racing, he couldn't be this lucky. He nodded slightly and Y/N gently rubbed his back as they walked to their place.

While they wend their way throughout the city, Shigaraki couldn't stop his mind from racing. Now that Y/N had accepted the offer, what will happen? This sure wasn't his first time having intercourse, but with someone so close to him that isn't Laios, that was a first. Would he even be able to let himself relax? What if he started blurting out the most random sentences and Y/N find him weird? Y/N means a lot to him and he didn't want to hurt them or make them uncomfortable at all.

Shigaraki found himself spiraling deeper into a labyrinth of worries and anticipation. Every decision he had made that day replayed in his mind like a broken record. His breath quickened, he knew that street all too well : Y/N's place was near. Suddenly, they gently nudged him.

"I'm aware you want me to forget about Laios, even if it's just one night. I'm, uh, glad? I don't know how to say it another way. At least it's someone you know, and me you get it? Basically it means you trust me that much and that's real sweet of you Shigs. At least you're gonna stop smoking and drinking for now. Your organs can rest a little." They expressed with a small laugh at the end.

Shigaraki just blinked and stared at them, like an empty shell would if it could. His heart felt fuzzy and his mind clouded. What was wrong with him that night? First he thought of Y/N lawfully, then his body seemed to have some form of chemistry happening on its own.

'It's the alcohol and cigs. I fucking knew that stuff would mess me the fuck up.' He speculated, not wanting to admit the obvious.

"You're all I have left, Sweets." He uttered quietly and smiled slightly, patting their back with 4 fingers. This sent Y/N in the same transe he was a minute ago. Their heartbeat fastened, breathing felt difficult as their exhales were sizzling. Sweat managed to drip down their forehead, their core sweltering in forethought. Their hand wobbly made it's way to Shigaraki's wrist, seizing it firmly. "That's enough, Handy man. I'm treating you as my princess tonight." Y/N dragged him inside, fumbling with their keys and tossing them on the ground when they entered. They closed the door and led him to their bedroom. There was no time to waste, Y/N hadn't felt like this in a long time, and this time around, they were going to do something about it.

Y/N pushed Shigaraki on the bed, he sat there in awe. Y/N commanding was new, they followed orders from their boss like an obedient prey usually. Taking a deep breath, they reached for the hem of their shirt, slowly lifting it over their head. The fabric slipped through their fingers, falling to the floor with a soft thud. They caught Shigaraki's gaze, which lingered on them with a mixture of admiration and desire. They both couldn't belive this was happening but they kept going.

Finally, standing in just their lingerie, they felt exposed yet empowered. The room was filled with an electric tension, a silent conversation passing between them. Y/N took a step closer, their heart pounding loudly resonating in their eardrums, as they reached out to intertwine their fingers with Shigaraki's, bridging the space between them. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in intimacy and trust.

Y/N got on their knees and looked up at Shigaraki with the sweetest smile. They pulled his pants down, revealing his black boxers. Shigaraki let out a shaky breath, his body started to jolt slightly. Y/N noticed and placed their hand on his thigh.

"Relax, love. I'm doing all of this for you, I do not need to have anything in return if that's what you're worried about." They spoke softly.

Shigaraki sighed, he took in a couple deep breaths before letting Y/N know he was ready. Y/N pulled down his boxers to reveal his bare skin. He wasn't particularly big, that would of hurt anyway, but he was indeed veiny and slick. Y/N extended their arm to seize the solidified flesh, then leaned in to taste the raging boner Shigaraki had. They teased the head a little, licking it and dipping their tongue in the slit till they took it in and sucked gently. Shigaraki gave a heavy sigh of relief followed by shallow moans, finally this was happening ans he couldn't believe how nice this felt. They bobbed their head to the best of their ability and their knowledge, it was a bit clumsy but Shigaraki didn't mind it at all. This was even better than what he had in mind.

His dick twitched inside Y/N's mouth, precum dripped. Y/N pulled away and made a funny face at the bitter taste, they didn't expect it to be that bitter honestly. Shigaraki couldn't help but cover his face with one hand in embarrassment of the sounds he made and Y/N's reaction to his body fluids. They stood up, cupped his cheek and gave him a peck on the lips. It was quick but passionate. Y/N didn't even seem disgusted of him in the slightest so he took a deep breath and decided he only had one life.

His four fingers, one up for obvious reasons, made it's way to their neck and pulled Y/N's lips back on his cracked ones. Their lips danced with each other's as Y/N's hands made their way to his chest, lifting it up slightly so they could carress his lean body. They bit his bottom lip tenderly and he parted his mouth. Their tongues met and slid across one another's. Then, Shigaraki took the lead to help Y/N with this. They both fought for dominance and he won, he explored Y/N's mouth entirely and sucked on their tongue before pulling away. They both panted pretty heavily but it was only just starting to get to the part they both wanted oh so dearly.

Shigaraki's other hand made it's way on Y/N's back as he urged them to sit on his lap. Y/N removed his shirt and threw it to the side. Shigaraki's eyes scanned Y/N's body, he sure was lucky to have them as his best friend and now be in their bed. They were breath taking.

He leaned his head into the hollow of Y/N's neck, his steaming exhales sent shivers down their entire body. His lips cupped the tender skin, he left a few kisses before creating small hickeys on their neck and collar bones. His touch was rough judging by the condition of his lips and fingertips, but that didn't seem to botter them at all. His partner for the night let out gracious whimpers and his name danced off their lips. Hearing his name from Y/N was turning him on, it was empowering and conforted him to keep going. His hand that was on their back traveled down to their underwear, his finger hooked the seam and tugged it down. Both of their breaths itched as their arousal built further.

Y/N put their hands on Shigaraki's shoulders, lifting their body upwards. "Are you ready, doll face?" They cooed staring at him with half lidded eyes. He couldn't speak, his mouth was agape and his eyes wider than they ever were. His face felt warmer than before and he nod slowly. Y/N smiled and let themselves down on his dick. They both let out tamed moans. He was stretching their hole, Y/N didn't take notice of how wide he truly was. Their body felt electrified as goosebumps and sweat mixed. Taking in a sharp inhale, Y/N lifted their hips from his by an inch and slammed back down with a groan.

Safe to say, Tomura was dazed. This felt undeniably better than any sex he ever had if he was honest with himself. As Y/N went up and down on him trying to figure out a pace they preferred, he was lost in lustful thoughts. He could get used to Y/N and him having intercourse, it was heavenly. His fingers lingered on Y/N's body, tracing meaningless shapes. Yet, when they found the rhythm he lost it. He gripped their flesh under his four fingers, the pinky up and shaking violently. They were moaning in his ears and he was all for it, his name trailing off their tongue. After a couple more vacillating movements, his dick twitched inside of Y/N. They knew he was soon done, so they engaged in making him feel even better. They bit down his neck, leaving marks and hickeys along the way. Tomura yelped in surprise, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He came undone seconds later, practically screaming Y/N's name as their hips crashed together.

Y/N kissed him on the lips, caressing his cheeks. Then, they stood up to the best of their ability, Tomura helped them up because their legs were shaking. After some time, Y/N could stand on their own. They threw on his shirt that was laying on the ground and went to the bathroom, getting a cloth. They cleaned the both of them up. Tomura wasn't saying a word, his past lover never did that to him so he didn't know how to react. Y/N looked up and him after finishing the clean up and smiled.

"Are you hungry, baby? I remember you wanted to try some steamed rice with fermented soy beans from that store downtown. I can drive us there if you want."

"I, uhm, I think I'd like that. Are you sure it's okay for you?" Tomura answered, unsure if they were just being nice for the sake of being nice or because they truly wanted to please him.

"Pfft, we just fucked, Tomu. Don't act like I wouldn't take you out to get diner after! Dress up doll." They laughed, a sincere laugh plastered on their features. A toothy grin made it's way on his face. Maybe Y/N could be much more than his best friend after all.

Takeo.

[shotokimchi]

Cigarettes After Sex

Just a small drabble I decided to write because apparently, I can't stop thinking about this man ya'll lmao

W: f!reader, reader smokes, mentions of sex, fluff, gojo being a man child as always

Just Gojo waking up to an empty bed after having a steamy night with you, he whines and searches for the spot you should be sleeping on only for his hand to meet with silky white sheets. His nose takes notice of the lingering smell of nicotine in the air, nose twitching and scrunching up with dislike which causes him to vocally whine, hoping to get your attention so you can join him in bed (after brushing your teeth and changing your clothes of course, cuz he's not a fan of the smell). After multiple attempts of exaggerated huffs and puffs and small calls of 'baby' s. The handsome man-child finally makes an effort to turn his face towards the balcony, his shiny azul capri eyes meeting your back, eyes slowly trailing up from your thighs towards your head (you are wearing his white shirt which exposes the fat of your thighs to his hungry eyes) He giggles and bites his lips, trying to contain his excitement. You are here with him, in your shared apartment. Watching the city with a cigarette in your hand while the marks he left sits prettily on your canvas-like skin. It makes him happy, feels like he owns every special thing about you, he kicks the covers on him with a groan and slowly waddles over to you while scratching that one part at the back of his head, white long fingers checking if his undercut got longer, it's been 2 weeks since he got them trimmed. He slowly slides the glass door open, causing you to turn and give him a "morning" smile. "Come back to bed baby~" He whines and slowly circles his arms around your waist while dramatically dropping his head on your shoulder, his nose making contact with that one spot on your neck, causing you to twitch and giggle in return.

He gives you a sincere chuckle and blows a raspberry into your neck, causing your giggles to turn into squeaky laughter. You run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp with your slightly long nails, causing his eyes to roll at the back of his head, he voices his pleasure by letting out a pleased groan. "Go back to bed Toru, I'll join you in a second kay?" He frowns and shakes his head multiple times while digging his face into your shoulder. He is super clingy but you love it, love the amount of need he has, love the constant cravings for affection love the genuine smile that appears on his face every time your eyes meet his. Love it when he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug after not seeing you for a full day. Love how his eyes shine brighter after you surprise him with the desserts you've baked. He is your Satoru, your one and only true love. "What are you thinking so deeply about?" The certain amount of curiosity in his tone interrupts your thoughts. You slowly turn towards him and this time it's you who's circling your arms around his waist, while slowly laying your head on his chest you let out a content sigh "I'm thinking about you." stiffening from your words, his bright eyes look at you with interest. "About me?" You finally raise your head and rest your chin on his chest while taking in the beauty on your lover's face "I was thinking about how much I love you." It's easy to notice the quick appearance of surprise on his face followed by a handsome grin taking its place on his glossed lips, he is holding you a bit tighter this time. His eyes bright and the tips of his ears dusted with a pretty shade of red. "Awww I knew you were obsessed with me baby." He quickly masks his coyness with his usual smugness but the poker face doesn't last longer when you reply with words of affection instead of your usual playful attitude, this time you don't play along, you just want to actually show how much you love him. "Yeah I am obsessed with you, I love you Toru, whatever I do and wherever I go you are the only thing on my mind, i cant- Woah" He cuts you off by quickly lifting you onto his shoulder and dashes inside, his movements fast and impatient, he quickly drops you onto the bed and gets on top of you, caging you between his bulky arms and rests a pointer finger on your pretty lips, your brows slowly quirk up after seeing the slight amount of surprise and shyness in his eyes and you land a small kiss onto the tip of his finger. "I know it's impossible to resist me, baby~" The usual playfulness takes over and he lifts the white shirt up, landing kisses on your stomach while gazing up at you "Says you who was as red as a tomato ten seconds ago~" He raises a brow at your comeback and grins wider, "Says you who was blushing like crazy while screaming my name last ni- ACK" you quickly pinch his arm causing him to pout and slowly bite the fat of your tummy. This time you are the one who is whining while trying to pry him off of you while he attacks your stomach with a bunch of kisses followed by small nibbles of his teeth. You tug at his hair causing him to bring his attention to your face, cupping his cheeks with your hands you bring his face towards yours to land a passionate kiss on his lips, he whines into the kiss and puts his hand on top of your's which is currently resting on his cheeks, after feeling like you are losing consciousness you slowly break from the kiss and rest your forehead on his "You smell like cigarettes babe." But the playfulness in his tone doesn't match his eyes this time, they are soft and hazy while gazing into your own, filled with love and affection so you simply ignore the remark and smile "I love you Toru." He reciprocates your smile while rubbing his nose onto yours and utters the words he wants to scream while he is on top of the world, so everyone can hear how much he cherishes you "I love you too baby."

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A/N: I wrote this at 3 AM so don't come at me if there a bunch of typos and stuff I was feeling affectionate c: I was craving my man's so hope ya'll feel the same cuz GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE-