#reply: alfredo

[solar-halos]

another sunday, another ask game!!! i think it would be so fun to build a hear me out cake bc i think you guys would DELIVER on actual hear me out worthy characters. i think this game would be perfect for going on anon but since i cant do that ill just go ahead and say that this is mine

[applecherry108]

My dopamine’s been trashed lately and I’ve been ready to fall apart for days now, but I’d have never guessed that me breaking down crying would be so happy.

Mikey and Fredo started their own gaming channel. 🥹 the boys are baaaaaack!! 💖💖💖

[plasmalink]

Alimony Alfredo

divorce themed restaurant menu

dessert: CUSTARDy Battle

yeah that's all i've got so far sorry

[tojihavoc]

Shaving Toji's beard

synopsis: You give Toji an overdue shave; not proofread

You were cooking pasta in the kitchen until you felt strong, muscular arms wrap around your waist. You let out a gasp as your back got pulled into someone's chest and you felt a peck on your cheek. "Baby you can't distract me i'm cooking." you let out a squeal as you scooped up a bite of past sauce and raised your arm so Toji could have a taste.

"Mmmm delicious. Wow chef" he let out a gruff licking his lips and patting you on the ass. You let out a gasp.

"Toji you can't do that!" you squealed as you put the lid on the pasta pan. You turned to face your giant hunk of a man and ran your hands through his usually shaven and soft chin, which was now pecked with stubble and hair all over it. He had a bit of a moustache coming in and he still looked like a complete god. You ran your fingers back and forth against his chin and you stood on your tippy toes to give him a little kiss as he lowered his face to make it easier for you.

"You didn't shave?" you asked raising your brows and rubbing his chin between your fingers back and forth. He let out a gruff.

"Didn't have the time. Y'know...been busy" he said with a sigh running his calloused, strong fingers runt through your hair.

"I can do it for you right now if you want. I don't mind and dinner's ready" you stated while smiling sweetly at him.

"You'd do that for me? You sure?" he questioned to make sure you really were serious.

"Anything for you my love, now come on" you said grabbing his hand and leading him to your guys' giant, shared bathroom. You took out his shaving kit and razor and sat on the white, pristine bathroom counter for better access. You ran your soft hands with a freshly done manicure through his stubble and chin and got to work. Toji just looked down at you letting out a couple grunts and hums as you meticulously applied shaving cream and worked the razor on his chin.

You were careful not to leave any cuts or draw any blood on his handsome face and got it all shaved off. In just 20 minutes his chin looked completely bare and he washed off all the excess hair in the sink, wimping over it with a towel. You cleaned up the excess hair as Toji admired himself in the mirror, running his rough, big hands over his chin and above his lips and praising how good of a job you did.

"I didn't know you could shave my face this well baby. It looks so professionally done I love it" he exclaimed as he kissed your lips gently and ran his fingers on your back. "You should shave it more often. And.....other parts of my body" he whispered winking slightly.

You let out a gasp and playfully smacked him in the arm letting out a laugh. "Toji! Behave yourself I can't believe you!" you replied getting off the counter while grabbing his hand. "Come on you have to eat the Alfredo I cooked or it's gonna go cold."

"Yes ma'am. I'm so ready to eat, you cook and look like a goddess" he stated following you out of the bathroom.

You two sat down on the table and ate together and then cuddled in each other's arms staying warm for the rest of the night <3

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[demonic0angel]

Danny scowled at the deliveryman, "This isn't our order."

"It's not?"

"Nope. Our order was a pepperoni special and an alfredo with black olives, not a calzone, and whatever vegan monstrosity you call this pizza is."

"So you're not J. Todd"

"No were under J. Nightingale. "

"J. Todd?" Jazz called as the delivery man worried about being fired over this. Jazz got up from the bar stool and made her way over, "J. Tood as in 2 floor's down J. Todd?"

"Yeah. I mean, the order was 2 floors down."

"The guy that answered the door was he dark-haired with a tuff of white?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Does he wear a brown jacket and combat boots?"

"Maybe, he was in a towel when he opened the door."

Jazz whimpered, her knees buckleing slightly, causing Danny to shoot a glare at the man. Before more words were said, she stached up the order.

"Dont worry, I don't mind fixing this little mix up," Jazz said sweetly, racing out the door and down the apartment hallway.

Ignoring Danny's protests, Jazz strode down the stairs and into the second floor, where she quickly found Jason Todd's apartment door. She bounced in place slightly as she waited in front, absentmindedly noticing that Shadow had appeared beneath her feet curiously.

Jazz bent down to place the boxes of food on its head gently and then moved to fluff her hair and smooth down her shirt. She was a tad embarrassed to be so flustered about coming to see Jason, but truthfully, she had wanted to get to know him ever since he had saved her from a villain’s attack.

Jazz lifted a hand to knock on the door but before she could even touch it, the door opened. Jason Todd's expression was irritated when he opened the door, but he froze in place when he saw her.

“Oh! Uhh—” He began, but was interrupted by a voice inside.

“Todd! Is it that incompetent, useless food deliverer?! I want my vegan pizza!” A childish voice said in an irritated tone. But before Jason could even reply, said child ran to the front and then skidded to a halt at the sight of Jazz. He froze and Jazz also stared at him, recognizing him but not knowing his name.

The three of them blinked at each other before Jazz was able to speak. “I’m sorry about the mix-up. We seem to have accidentally gotten your order?” She bent down to pick up the two dishes and the child gasped at the sight of Shadow.

“A dog! May I pet them?!” He cried and Jazz laughed.

“Go ahead, they’re friendly.”

The child then bent down to affectionately ruffle Shadow’s fur and then bring it inside of the apartment. Jazz took notice but didn’t say a word as she shyly handed the food over to Jason, their hands accidentally brushing together before Jazz hurriedly pulled away. She flushed and said, “I’m sorry about the mix-up again. It’s probably because of our names.”

Jason coughed to himself, looking strangely red himself before he said, “It’s no problem. But errr, I accidentally took a bite of the pepperoni special so… is there anything I can do in exchange for it? I have other food available if you’d like?”

Jazz beamed. “Yes! That’d be perfect! Can I come inside?”

Jason laughed and looked back into his apartment, where the unnamed child was happily rolling around with Shadow, roughhousing with him. “Seeing as though your dog already came in… please just join us for dinner.”

Jazz nodded happily. “Thank you very much!”

Score! She would definitely spoil Shadow so much later!

Of course, she didn’t forget to send a text message to her little brother that was left behind.

Big quasar: Sorry, I’ll buy you a pizza later.

Little Danny: bruh

[azzo0]

wait can u write about like katsuki and the readers son getting into an argument and when the reader tries to like console him he says something uncalled for or like touches them harshly (like shoving their arm away, nothing abusive) and it makes the reader all sad and when katsuki finds out he gets like super mad and defends his partner

idk what about it but im obsessed with dad katsuki right now

— My Wife; Your mother

AN: I'm sorry this request took so long, but thank you for being patient with me. I hope you enjoy, anon <3 Paring: Bakugo x f!reader wc: 1.4k

You hummed to yourself as you plated your son's favourite food— chicken alfredo. It was the weekend, which meant he did not have school today, but Katsuki was still at work, given that he did not have Saturdays off. You set the plate on the dining table and washed your hands in the sink, calling for your son to come downstairs.

"Fuyuto, lunch is ready!"

You waited a minute and sighed, assuming he was probably wearing his headset. You dried your hands and went upstairs to his room, knocking before opening the door. He was busy at his desk, clicking away on his keyboard with one hand busy with the mouse.

"Lunch's ready, Fuyuto. It's going to get cold." You reminded the teenager.

He lifted the headset off one ear and glanced at you before fixing his eyes on the monitor again, "I'm in an online game, ma. Just give me fifteen minutes!"

You raised your eyebrows and leaned against the doorframe, your arms crossed across your chest, looking at him with a look that said, 'We both know it's not going to be fifteen minutes.'

"Just fifteen minutes. I swear." He reassured.

"Don't forget. You had breakfast quite early, so don't skip lunch." You said, leaving him to his game.  

You made yourself a cup of tea and got busy with the new book you'd purchased last week. This was your favourite spot in the house. The sofa you currently sat on might be old, but it was still as comfortable as ever and held countless memories.

It had witnessed you and Katsuki move in together in your early twenties. The cushions sagged quite a bit from both of you cuddling on it. It had witnessed Katsuki's proposal for you to marry him while you were still sitting on it. It witnessed you caress your baby bump and the first time you held newborn Fuyuto in your arms. This sofa had watched your family grow, which was one of the many reasons why you refused to replace it.

You hadn't realised two hours had passed by when you remembered that Fuyuto still hadn't eaten. You put the book down and pinched the bridge of your nose. It wasn't that he disobeyed you. He tidied after himself, did well at school, had an organised schedule, and the only time he had for leisurely activities was the weekends, so you did not stop him from doing what he wanted to, but you grew concerned whenever he forgot his meals.

You got up and went to his room, determined to make him get up. You opened the door and frowned, "Fuyu. I believe it's been twelve ten minutes now."

"Wow." He replied absently from the bed, nose buried deep in a manga.

"I'm serious. Get up and eat." You said firmly.

"Tch, I'm not even hungry. I had two sandwiches for breakfast."

"Yes, and look at the time now."

"I'll eat with dad."

"If you don't come down for dinner, I'll personally-"

"Come and drag you down to dinner." He finished for you, giving you a cheeky smile. "Okay, ma. I get it."

You shook your head and went to your bedroom to fix your hair before Katsuki came. You'd just finished setting the dishes on the table and reheating the food when you heard the doorbell ring. You couldn't help but smile as you opened the door, knowing all too well who'd be behind it.

Katsuki stood there, still in his hero uniform, his eye mask brought up to his forehead, pushing hair out of his face. He gave you his usual wolfish grin and stepped inside, snaking a strong arm around you and pulling you into his chest. He leaned down and gave you a sweet little kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a few seconds too long, as if to say, 'I missed you.'

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted at last, pulling away.

"Hi." You kissed his cheek and took off his eye mask, "How was work?"

"The usual," he replied, taking off his boots and neatly setting them on the shoe rack. "Not much action these days."

He stepped into the living room, catching a whiff of the aroma from the kitchen, "Mm, something smells good."

"Chicken alfredo." You smiled.

"Fuyu's faviroute, eh?" He caught you rolling your eyes at his words and raised a brow, "What was that?"

"It's his favourite, but he won't eat. He said he'd eat once you were home." You handed Katsuki his eye mask back and patted his arm. "Go get changed. I'll get him in the meantime."

You marched up the stairs and went straight for Fuyuto's room. The door was open just a crack, so you pushed it and stood at the entrance, "Your dad's home."

"Oh, okay." He replied, still in the same position as you previously left him. He still seemed to have no intentions of coming out of his room.

"I'm not here for an 'oh, okay.'" You scolded. "I've been begging you to eat since the afternoon, which I shouldn't have to be doing since you're almost a grown man."

"Well, then stop begging!" He yelled, looking up from the manga and giving you a glare.

Your eyes widened at him, a pang of hurt jabbing your chest at your own son, giving you a rage-filled glare. You took a step closer to his bed, "Fuyuto, I am your mother."

"I'm well aware."

"Fuyuto." You warned.

You could see a muscle in his jaw flicker as he stopped himself from firing back. Your shoulders sagged, and you exhaled slowly, gathering yourself. You gave him a small smile and gently took the manga out of his hands, placing a book bookmark between the pages. "Come on, meet Dad, have dinner and then do what you want. You have a whole other day off school, alright?"

You set the volume on his bedside table and turned to him to pat his hair. Except you did not get to pat his hair because your hand was shoved away before you could even touch him. You stood frozen in shock, your hand still mid-air.

You could see panic take over his eyes, the same colour as yours. He shifted uncomfortably, opening his mouth to say something but closing it again since he couldn't find the words.

"Fuyuto." An older, deeper voice called from the entrance and you both looked to see Katsuki. His lethal cardinal gaze was set on the teenager, his fists clenched tight with the veins protruding out.

"Did my eyes deceive me, or did you just fucking shove her hand?" Katsuki slowly stepped inside, and Fuyuto gulped, a sheen of sweat tricking down his temple.

"I didn't mean-"

"Don't give me that." Katsuki hissed, towering over Fuyuto's bed.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"The fuck are you apologising to me for? Do you realise whose hand you just shoved? My wife's. Your mother's. The same woman who carried you inside of her for nine months, and this is the shitty treatment you give her?"

Fuyuto's eyes remained on his sheets, too ashamed to say anything as Kasuki went on. "Yeah, she doesn't have to be caring about whether you eat or not because you're a grown-ass man, but she does because she's yer ma."

Katsuki continued to glower at him, "Apologise to her. Now."

Fuyuto lifted his eyes, almost unable to meet yours. You knew he regretted shoving your hand as soon as he'd done it, but you still waited for the apology. He got up from the bed and stood before you, almost as tall as his father.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, his voice cracking.

"That was hurtful, you know?" You said, putting a hand on your hip, observing his features overtaken by guilt. You lowered his head to your shoulder and patted his back lovingly. "I accept your apology."

"Thanks, ma." He whispered.

"Let's go downstairs." You kissed his cheek and left the room, leaving him with Katsuki.

Once you were out of earshot, Katsuki clapped a hand on his son's back and ruffled his hair. "That's not how you treat your mother." Saying these words felt odd to him, and he wondered if Masaru used to feel the same way as he did a few moments ago. It made him want to show up to his parents' place and give Mitsuki a hug.

"Or any woman." He added. "Got it?"

"Got it. Sorry, dad."

Katsuki smiled and briefly pressed Fuyuto's head to his chest before patting his back again, "Let's go then. She's waiting for us."

[brasshighway-579]

Fine Italian Dining

Author’s Note: Exchange student!Theo AU, inspired by the “taking my Italian husband to Olive Garden” trend because it’s so aggressively Theo coded

Warnings: None

Word Count: 415

“So, let me get this straight,” you say, confused. “You have no clue what an Olive Garden is?”

“I’ve been in America for less than 3 months,” Theo replies, flatly. “I don’t understand your surprise at my lack of American knowledge. Please share- what on earth is an Olive Garden?”

“Well,” you smile, “it’s my favorite Italian restaurant.”

You notice Theo’s eyes brighten instantly at your reply. “Ah, grazie al cielo, is this finally something edible? After taking me to McDonalds and Taco Bell, I’m having… difficulty trusting American food, if you’ll believe it.”

“Well,” you smirk, “it’s a good thing it’s Italian food! We’ll go tonight- don’t you worry.”

“Alright, dolcezza, you have me nervous… but I’ll comply. Meet you at 7.”

“See you at 7, Theo”

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“Dolcezza,” Theo grumbled as he stared at the fettuccini Alfredo sat in front of you, “ma che cazzo è?”

“Fettuccini! Duh. Thought you’d recognize it, Italian expert.” You smiled, knowing full well Theo was thinking a string of profanities, likely directed at you.

“No, tesoro, that is not fettuccini, and this is not Italian. Italian indicates that there’s substance to the food. This may be worse than Taco Bell.”

“Woah, slow your roll there, Nott,” you bite. “This is nowhere NEAR Taco Bell. You take that back right now.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Theo grinned, “that would be offensive to Taco Bell.” You sigh. “Amore, let me show you ACTUAL Italian cooking, and then you’ll understand. I could never live with myself letting you think this is the best Italian food out there.”

“Fine,” you disappointedly concede, although, of course, the idea of Theo oh-so-domestically making you pasta, even if just to prove a point, was admittedly appealing. “I’ll agree. If…”

Theo sighs. “If what?”

“If you wear one of those ‘kiss the cook’ grill dad aprons. That’s the only way I’ll agree.”

“Dolcezza, you may not know it, but I’m doing YOU a favor. You could not catch me dead in a kiss the cook apron.”

And so, of course, an hour later, you found yourself in your dorm, Theo wearing a ‘kiss the cook’ apron and you watching from the side while he narrated his steps like a show off food network, ensuring you knew just how carefully he was taking care of your ‘authentic Italian meal’ before setting a plate of (impressive looking) gnocchi in front of you.

“There you go, tesoro. Italian cooking. Now you NEVER have to take me to Olive Garden again.”

[pepsiboyy]

WHEN THE HOUSE IS EMPTY.

pairing: soft dom!chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: when chris finally gets the house to himself for the night, he invites his girlfriend over to spend the night spoiling her rotten. warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart pls), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise, use of pet names (angel, love), cursing, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship a/n: this is my first smut on here pls bear w me... but i hope it is AWESOME i love u guys <3 please give me feedback also !! i hope this is ok . <3 3.2k words

i swallowed thickly as i grasped the straps of my backpack, standing at the front door of my boyfriend's home.

chris had texted me last night, asking if i could come spend the night tonight as his brothers had planned to do something that had to do with "business stuff".

i had never really done this sort of thing. chris and i had been together about three to four months, and we had confessed our love to one another and kissed and whatnot, but that's about it. it didn't bother either of us, we just moved at a pace we were both comfortable at.

my eyes snapped up at chris opened the door and grinned ear to ear, opening his arms wide to engulf my body into his. "hi, angel," he greeted against my ear.

i hugged his waist with a soft smile. with a deep breath, i took in the comforting scent of his cologne mixed with the scent of his shampoo.

as chris pulled away, he gently took my hand and guided me inside. once he shut and locked the front door, he reached out to take my bag from me and transport it to his bedroom.

i let out a content sigh as i took in the familiar home, but it was so different when it was just chris here. much quieter, too.

"i have such a fun night planned for us!" chris cheered as he came back up the stairs, his hands clasped together in excitement.

i couldn't help but smile warmly at him.

the white tank that hugged his torso perfectly and his black sweats that hung dangerously low kept my attention on him.

"what do you have planned?" i asked as i took a seat at the table in the kitchen, smiling warmly at him.

chris did a little dance, his slightly dampened hair flopping with each sudden movement before he halted and shot two finger guns at me. "dinner!"

i chuckled at his embarrassing dance, nodding softly and standing up. "what're we makin'?"

chris's jaw dropped. "are you kidding? i already made it." he giggled as he opened the oven to reveal a tin of fettuccini alfredo with grilled chicken, some slices of garlic bread on the side. he also went into the fridge, where behind all the different lyrical lemonade cans, there was a bowl of ceasar salad.

"did you make this yourself?" i asked, my jaw hung open in shock.

"well," he started as he trailed off, "i guess nick helped a bit.. and youtube... matt, too, sorta.."

"it looks amazing," i stood up and smiled as i wrapped an arm around chris's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i can't wait to eat!"

i moved to pull away, but chris gently took my jaw between his fingers and turned our faces together again, exchanging one quick peck to my lips. "me neither," he replied with a soft smile.

dinner was outstanding. i never could have thought that chris could put something like that together.

"blue shell!" chris's voice boomed as his hands gripped the controller in his hands.

"fuck!" i shouted, my tongue sticking out in focus as i tried my hardest to remain in first place in mario kart.

"please, please, please, please," chris chanted, his entire body straight as he was sitting at the edge of the couch. "yes!!" he shouted, flying past me in the game at the last moment to take first place. his arms flew in the air, controller loosely dangling from his fingers as he shot me a shit-eating grin.

"not fair," i stated quickly.

"it definitely is, y/n, i won fair and square." he defended, moving to hug my waist and press his nose into the crook of my neck.

i chuckled at this, a hand of mine moving to his jaw to caress his cheek softly. "fine. you win."

chris did a small fist pump before pulling away with a bright smile.

we sat like that for a few moments, eyes locked on one another before he gasped at the song that came on. "oh my god, i fucking love this song." he stated quickly as he took my hands and stood to his feet, dragging me up with him.

i gasped at the sudden movement, my smile never leaving my face as i laughed beside him.

3 nights by dominic fike had started playing in the speaker that chris had set up, which was playing ambient music most of our time tonight. he turned it up and smiled widely as he held my hands, waving them around and biting his lip into a wide smile.

i couldn't help but smile at him, the way his curly hair bounced with each silly dance he did, his fingers never unlocking from mine. every once in a while he would stop for a breath before starting again, his eyes locked on mine.

i did my best to keep up, jumping around with him and waving my arms as we both loudly sang the words. no matt to give us shit for being too loud in the living room today.

the song eventually came to an end, both of us panting softly as we both smiled at one another. a soft chuckle escaped both of us, before the next song began playing.

i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys?

"since when do you listen to this?" i chuckled.

"i- it's a good song," chris defended, his cheeks growing pink as he moved his hands to gently take my waist. "also because it's one of your favorites."

i smiled warmly at him. "alright, buddy," i smiled. i moved my arms up to rest on his shoulders, my hands connecting behind his head as i looked up at him and chuckled. "are we slow dancing in your living room?"

"maybe?"

"is this your idea of a smooth move?" i joked, a soft giggle leaving me as chris's face burnt up.

"hey, let a man live." he defended, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my back as we swayed softly.

i had to give it to him - i was having a great time with him.

what started as me being a nervous wreck for whatever reason resulted in me having an amazing time.

"y/n," chris stated softly, dragging me out of my thoughts. i locked eyes with him, smiling. "i love you," he whispered softly.

i could feel my cheeks heat up. "i love you too, chris." i smiled as i gently moved a hand to bury into his hair, gently running my fingers through it. "i've had a great time so far tonight."

chris smiled at this, nodding softly as he removed a hand from my waist to gently press against my cheek, holding my face there softly. "can i kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

i nodded softly as i closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of us.

chris's thumb gently grazed my cheek as he kissed me softly, his eyes closed.

no words could express the feelings i was feeling right now.

feeling a bit bold, my arms tightened around him as i deepened the kiss and tilted my head softly against him.

i could feel chris's lips curve into a small smile as he moved his hand from my waist to my lower back, his lips working against mine in sync with me.

when he gently took my bottom lip between his, i parted my lips softly as our tongues collided.

a few more moments went by and we pulled away, both with heavy breaths and a string of saliva that kept us connected for a brief moment.

we stared at each other for a brief moment before i took a deep breath. "chris," i started, before taking his hand in mine and interlocking our fingers, "i'm, uhh... i'm ready.. if you wanna-"

"me too," he quickly stated, a bright smile on his face as he tightened his grip on my hand and began walking towards the steps downstairs, which i followed and giggled as he tripped slightly on the way to his room.

"watch your step, chris!"

"i'll be fine," he smiled as he opened the door and turned us around so that my back faced his bed, his foot lifting off the ground to kick the door shut behind him. the door shut a little louder than he had anticipated, causing us both to flinch. "oops."

"chris-" i scolded, but i was quickly cut off when he pressed his lips to mine once more, gently pushing me against the mattress and hovering over me.

his hand gently grazed my hip and toyed with the hem of my shirt. he pulled away from the kiss to glance down at his hand, and back into my eyes. "is this okay?" he asked softly, which i quickly responded with a nod. "tell me if anything isn't okay, alright?" he stated softly, and gently began lifting my shirt off of my body.

the comfort of chris's voice was enough for me to let him do whatever he had wanted.

the cold air of the room kissed my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body. but every goose bump on my skin melted away when i stared up at chris, who was pulling his own shirt above his head.

"you okay?" he questioned, leaning down again to caress my cheek softly.

"i promise everything's fine," i reassured with a shy smile, and chris smiled back, pressing a kiss to my lips before he pulled away.

he kissed against my neck softly, sending shivers through my body. his lips moved down to my shoulder, down to my collarbone and down the center of my chest.

i felt like he was exploring the entirety of my body.

"can we take this off, love?" he asked, gently tugging at the strap to my bra.

i nodded quickly as i sat up and reached behind me to unclasp it, but chris's hands came around mine as he did it for me.

i felt my face heat up as it dropped, and my arms instinctively moved up to cover myself.

"shhh," chris reached to my wrists and gently lowered my arms, his nose moving up to press against the shell of my ear. "you're gorgeous. no need to hide, not ever." he gently pressed a kiss to my jaw before working down again, his lips moving to press against the skin of my left breast.

my breath hitched slightly at the feeling as i instinctively moved a hand to his hair.

the moment his lips pressed to my nipple, i felt my eyes scrunch shut as i arched my back slightly into him. the feeling was so familiar yet so unfamiliar.

chris's tongue circled around it, his eyes shut as he ran his hand up my stomach to gently knead at my right side.

i let out a shaky moan, one hand burying into his brunette locks as the other dove into the sheets.

chris eventually switched to give the other side the same attention, and after a few moments, i shakily lifted my hips to meet his, which caused a groan to erupt from us both.

chris lifted his head and moved back up to press a soft kiss to my lips, his eyes locked on mine. he admired me for a moment before his hands met with the hem of my pajama pants. "may i?" he questioned softly, his voice groggy. i nodded quickly.

chris gently tugged my shorts down and let out a shaky breath, simply at the sight of the thin, deep red fabric that hugged my hips.

i smiled softly at him. "like what you see?" i joked, and chris simply shot me a knowing glance.

"always, angel." he stated softly before he shifted his body on the bed.

"wait- what are you-?"

"takin' care of my girl," chris stated softly, his eyes moving to meet mine as his face was now inches away from my core. "is this okay?"

i blushed darkly. i was no expecting all this. "yeah, yeah that's perfect," i breathed, shifting my hips against the sheets slightly.

chris moved to press soft kisses against the insides of my thighs, his eyes closed. one hand found its way to move my underwear to the side before both of his hands wrapped around my thighs to lock them in place.

my eyes squeezed shut and my entire body shuttered as he pressed his lips where i needed him most, his tongue gently gliding along my folds until they reached my clit, where he sucked softly. i tossed my head back and released a moan as a hand subconsciously moved to lace into chris's hair. "shit." i breathed.

chris's eyes met mine for only a second before he unlinked a hand from my thigh, pressing a finger against my folds.

i shuttered slightly before a gasp escaped me at the feeling of his finger entering me, my eyes squeezing shut.

"is this okay?" was all he said, his breath hot against my clit.

"fuck, yes," i moaned softly, my volume increasing as chris gently pressed a second finger inside my cunt and began curling them gently.

my back arched as i threw my head back, letting out a shaky breath before i bucked my hips to the best of my ability. my hand gently tugged at his hair as i guided his lips back to my clit.

chris seemed to get the hint, his tongue beginning to lap against me as he sucked on the bud, his fingers pumping and curling inside of me.

"shit, chris-" i gasped as i tugged at his hair softly.

chris removed his fingers and repositioned his body before his tongue entered my cunt, his thumbs prying me open as his nose occasionally grazed my clit.

i let out a string of moans, my hips lifting off the bed and into his face as i warned him of my release.

"i- i'm close, chris, fuck," i breathed.

with the continuous thrust of his tongue, chris moaned softly against me, sending a vibration against my core.

with a gasp and a tight grip on chris's hair, i clenched around his tongue and released my juices against his tongue, my eyes lidded as i panted softly.

chris helped me ride out my high, his hand gently caressing my thigh as he removed himself. he looked at me and licked his lips, a hand reaching to his shirt that he had previously removed. he used it to wipe off his mouth before he pulled away to begin sliding off his black sweats.

"you could have gotten a towel or something," i teased.

"that's too far." he defended, winking softly. "you still okay?" he questioned, gently tossing his sweats onto the floor.

i nodded quickly. "i promise, i-" i took a deep breath, my cheeks still pink from a few moments prior. "as long as i'm with you, anything is okay, chris."

chris simply smiled softly at me. "that's what i love to hear, angel." he whispered before he gently tugged his boxers down, his member meeting with his skin as a small dribble of precum escaped the tip.

your eyes locked on him, causing a chuckle to escape chris. "let's be polite, now," he whispered, moving his fingers to press against your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes and press his lips against yours lovingly. he pulled away and shifted between my legs, smiling softly. "you ready?" he asked softly, and i nodded eagerly.

"ready," i whispered, moving my hand to gently interlock with his.

chris used his free hand to gently part my legs and press his tip against my opening, making my breath hitch.

he slowly pressed into me, deep groans and moans sounding from both of us as chris's bangs hung over his eyes. "fuck," he grunted as he continued to move into me, before he bottomed out and stared at me.

with a few moments to adjust, i shot him a soft nod before he began to move slowly. "shit," he moaned softly, his grip tightening on my hand as he rocked his hips against mine.

our eyes locked, and i swear that did something to chris, because his entire face beamed red as he picked up his pace and pressed his forehead against mine.

a low moan escaped chris's throat as he thrusted into my cunt, my eyes rolling back as i allowed my jaw to hang open. a series of moans escaped us both.

chris gently unlocked our fingers to get a grip on my thigh to lift it. he held up my leg, now hitting a new spot inside of me that made my back arch off of his mattress. "oh fuck," i moaned, my eyes squeezing shut as he pounded against my gspot. "right there, chris," i moaned, causing chris to pick up his pace and slam his cock harder into me.

my eyes teared up slightly at the euphoric feeling, my heart racing as i felt my stomach tie into a knock. chanting his name, i gripped the sheets and clenched against him, resulting in a deep moan from chris's lips.

"fuck, angel, careful," he grunted against my ear, his breath heavy against my shoulder.

i gasped and let out a shaky moan, moving to grip chris's shoulder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," i breathed, and chris nodded softly.

"me too, love, fuck," he moaned softly, his hips rutting into mine.

a few more thrusts resulted in my voice booming as i cried out, the knot in my stomach snapping as i released all over chris's cock, my eyes squeezing shut.

chris's hips sputtered at the pornographic moan, his throat releasing a deep moan as he pulled out and released against my stomach and chest, his hand moving to gently pump at his member.

chris moved to lay beside me, our eyes shut as he laid beside one another catching our breaths.

i let out a shaky sigh as i turned to chris and smiled weakly, sleepily.

chris turned and met my eyes, a sleepy smile on his face, but it was the same as every other smile he had given me today. "how do you feel?" he questioned, his hand moving to lock with mine again.

i chuckled breathlessly, nodding softly. "fuckin' awesome," i chuckled as i leaned forward to kiss his cheek gently.

chris smiled warmly at me before he reached to get a few tissues, wiping off my skin the best he could. "you did so good for me, angel." he whispered, moving a hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. "fuck, i'm tired." he admitted.

i scoffed at him as i opened my arms. "me too, chris."

chris bit his lip as he shifted to rest his head against my chest, his eyes closing as he hugged my waist tightly. "i love you s'much." he whispered softly.

i smiled and bit my lip as i kissed the top of his head. one hand threaded through his hair as the other gently rubbed his side. "i love you so much, chris.. thank you for tonight." i whispered.

chris nodded lazily in response, and i chuckled lightly. "get your beauty sleep."

the two of us slowly fell asleep, skin to skin as we breathed together and slept soundly.

maybe i should spend the night at my boyfriend's more often.

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[sheaabuttaababyy]

Shhh we gotta be sneaky - JU

Jey x Ayana

Warning: smut, cheating (not between the oc and Josh) language

"Ayanaaa"

Ayana rolled her eyes hearing her boyfriend Markell shout her name. Groaning she went down the stairs going into the living room, seeing him sitting on the couch playing his video game.

"What do you want?" She asked slight disgust on her face, seeing food stains on his shirt and how his feet were on the table in front of him, wearing white socks, that almost looked black from how dirty they were.

"My homeboy is coming over" not even looking at her as he spoke, his eyes purely focused on the screen in front. "Okay…. What’s that gotta do with me?" slight confusion on her face.

"Sooo I need you to cook and clean before he comes here"

Ayana scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. "I know you fucking lying. Markell I literally work 60 hours a week at the hospital while you sit on your ass playing video games all day, in the apartment I pay for. Todays my day off I wanted to relax. The least you can do is cook and clean, while I bring money into this place, that you keep taking and use all the time. I’m sick and tired. When the fuck are you gonna get a job?" She ranted getting fed up with her boyfriends ways.

Markell’s jaw clenched, turning his head to his girlfriend. "I already told you… soon." He spoke eyes going back to his game. "When is soon? You’ve been saying that for 3 years now."

"I SAID SOON." His yelling startling Ayana. He squeezed his eyes shut, looking back at her. "Can you just go do as i said and stop being a bitch about it?" Not wanting to argue anymore she went to the closet to retrieve cleaning supplies.

After an hour of cleaning she was now in the kitchen, making Chicken Alfredo pasta. The door bell rang, causing Markell to pause the game. "Aye Ayana get the door" he shouted even though he was closer to it. Not hearing her reply, he groaned In annoyance at the fact he actually had to get up to open it.

Opening the door, Josh stood there. "What’s up man" he nodded his head dapping up Markell as he stepped through the door. Getting himself comfortable on the couch he and Markell started to play the game. 10 minutes into playing and Josh’s character already died. "Damn man, you suck" Markell laughed, as his fingers continued to press the buttons on his controller.

"Hey, ima go take a quick leak, I’ll be back" Josh announced, as Markell just nodded his head. Getting up, he walked behind the couch. Taking a quick look back at Markell, making sure his attention was on the tv, as he made his way towards the kitchen instead.

Going in he let out a breath seeing Ayana at the stove, stirring something in the pot, with her back towards him. Her pink I.AM.GIA set hugging tightly against her curvy body.

Ayana hummed a song that was stuck in her head, unaware of the presence behind her. Feeling a hard body collide with her backside she let out a gasp, instantly calming down when, a familiar scent hit her nose. Josh wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face Into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. He placed light kisses along the side of her neck, as she tilted it, giving him more access.

"Josh, stop. We’re gonna get caught" her eyes shut from the feeling of his warm lips against her skin. "I missed you, baby" he spoke ignoring her words. "3 days is too long. Missed being around you. Missed touching you. Missed being inside that warm, wet, pussy." He spoke between kisses that trailed up to her ear as he nibbled it.

"Fuckk Joshua" she spoke with a breathy moan, her hand coming behind her to grasp his head, as he began to suck on her neck. His lower half grinding against her ass, as his dick grew in his pants. Not being able to take it anymore Ayana turned her head, lifting Josh’a, causing their lips to meet in a desperate kiss, from both ends. Their tongues dancing in eachothers mouth.

Hearing footsteps, Ayana quickly pushed his chest, causing him to stagger back. Quickly turning her head back she wiped her mouth, as Josh stood there lips wet, with a smirk on his face. Running a hand through his beard, watching Ayana.

Markell stepped in the kitchen with his Controller in his hand. His eyes darting between his girlfriend and Close friend. "Is everything good?" He questioned as both Ayana and Josh who eyes were still on her as they nodded their heads.

"Yeah man. I went to the washroom and smelt the food as I came out. You already know my ass had to check out what was cookin." Josh laughed and Markell laughed along with him. "Makes sense, I was wondering what was taking you so long. I finally died, let’s play another round" Markell spoke.

"Sure, but I can only play one more round. I have to quickly go meet up with my twin." Josh spoke, knowing damn well he was lying. He just barley liked the motherfucker and just wanted to see Ayana. "Oh Damn. You not going to eat." Markell asked, lowkey disappointed.

"I can pack him a container to go." Ayana’s voice rang out as she looked at the two. "Yeah, that works mamas. Thank you" Her body shivered at the way he said the nickname he always called her.

"K ima go quickly set this round up" Markell made his way back to the living room, leaving Ayana and Josh alone again.

Making sure he was gone Josh made his way back to Ayana, gripping her sides pulling her into his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slid down to her ass, grabbing handfuls of it, giving it a good squeeze. "Ima see you tonight, right?" Josh questioned staring at, Ayana’s pretty face. She nodded her head placing a peck on his lips. "Yeah, I already told Mark I’m sleeping over at my sisters tonight."

Josh smiled, kissing her plump lips softly. "Good" he smacked her ass hard, causing her to moan. "Cause this ass mine tonight." He bit his lip, backing away from her, out the kitchen. He stuck his tongue out flicking it at her playfully. A little preview of what he was going to do to her, until his body was out of sight. Ayana shaking her head laughing at his foolishness.

Ayana stood at Josh’s front door, knocking on it with a beat. In matter of seconds it swung open, as she felt her body getting lifted off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as he ran to his couch, both their body’s falling on it. With him on top.

She let out a playful scream, feeling multiple kissing being placed on her face, while being pinned down. Finally he pulled away looking down at her, a huge smile across his handsome face. "Hii" Ayana spoke, cheesing. "Hii, mama" slowly he leaned his head down, capturing her lips onto his own. The slow passionate kiss getting more heated by the second, as Josh slowly started to grind against her clothed pussy.

He zipped down her thin pink jacket, exposing her white lace bra that was underneath. He kissed down her neck until he was at her breasts, pulling them out. He took her right nipple in his mouth sucking on it as he played with the other. Switching nipples he sucked on the other, as Ayana’s breathing began to quicken.

Letting go wit a pop he licked and kissed down her body, his hands working to take her pants and panties off. He sat on his knees on the couch, getting a good look at Ayana’s wet, smooth, pussy. "Fuck Naya. Yo pussy, so juicy and pretty, mamas" he spread her lips apart, seeing her hard clit poke between her folds. Using his thumb he rubbed it lightly, causing her to jolt at the feeling.

Getting comfortable Josh laid on his stomach, throwing Ayanas legs over his shoulders. Leaning forward, his tongue darted out, lapping away at her center. "Mhm shit" she moaned gripping his hair. He licked her up and down, his tongue exploring her inner folds nice and slow. Ayana squealed feeling his lips wrap around her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked at it.

"Yesss. It taste good papa?" She asked with a heavy moan, her eyes set on how he was devouring her. He lifted his head up a bit, giving her a wicked smile. "So, so good" he leaned down licking a stripe between her folds before getting back work, adding his ring and middle finger into the mix.

Her mouth went ajar, no sound coming out as he sunk his thick fingers in. "Shitt Yana, this pussy so fucking wet. Listen how she talkin to me." The squelching sounds filled the room, as she squirmed underneath him. "I want you to wet my face up, come on. Cum for daddy" he sped up the pace, using more force.

Ayana came with a scream, her body shaking as a euphoric feeling took over her. Josh grinned, against her, his fingers never stopping as she sprayed all over him. Finally he released her clit, sitting back on his knees smirking down at her with Ayana’s slick running down his chin.

Heavy breathing and moans filled Josh’s master bedroom, as Ayana rode him hard but slow, feeling every inch of him. Josh arms wrapped around her in a bear hug, their sweaty bodies pressed up tightly against eachother. Their mouths together, sloppily making out. Hugging her tighter Josh, put his face in her neck driving his hips up into her, the pace speeding up with each thrust.

"Oooh shit Joshua" Ayana squealed gripping his forearms. "Who fuckin you this good?" He grunted out as one hand came up to grip her throat as the other pulled her asscheek, causing him to go in deeper. "Y-you, mhm only you Joshua" she whimpered, feeling his tip jab into her spot.

"That’s right mama, only I can fuck you like this. You mine?"

Ayana nodded her head. "Yessuuuhh. Only yours, papa please I’m gonna cum." Shutting her eyes, trying to hold back her orgasm.

"Yeah, fuck Yana, squeeze me just like that. Mmm cum on your dick baby" she clenched around him hard, as her body shook, eyes rolling back.

Watching her come undone, Josh’s body went stiff as she milked his dick, cumming inside of her.

His body shuddered, shooting his release deep inside of her. A soft passionate kiss between the two as they came down from their highs.

After another round in the shower Josh and Ayana were now laid in his bed. His left arm around her, rubbing up and down her back to her ass. Ayana listening to his steady heart beat, as her head laid on his chest.

"I’m leaving him." Her words filled the room as she heard Josh’s heart beat quicken. She tilted her head up, already seeing his eyes on her. "You for real?"she nodded her head, smiling softly. "Yes. I wanna be with you. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to make a final decision. I’m happiest when I’m with you Josh, I want us to finally be happy"

A huge smile grew on his face, flipping theirs bodies so he was on top with his body weight on her. "You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to be fully mine." He caressed her forehead lovingly, moving hair out her face, staring into her eyes. "Ima treat you right, how you deserve to be treated. I love you so much Ayana."

"I love you too Josh" Smiling up at him, as their lips met again in a gentle kiss. After 2 years of sneaking around, they can now finally start a new chapter together in their lives with no more hiding.

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[joemama-2]

somethin' sweet

synopsis: you own a five-star renowned restaurant that is extremely hard to get into. business is great, the customers love it. everything is as perfect as can be. that is until a harsh food critic leaves you a bad review. you're stuck with a dilemma, let this one review overcome you. or.....fuck him so he can change it. tags: smut, sort of public sex, vaginal penetration, oral, gojo is kind of mean and annoying, praise, degradation, doggy, missionary, cunnilingus, dividers by @cafekitsune word count: 6370

The one time you’re not here, the one time you actually listen to everyone’s complaints about taking time to yourself because you overwork way too much. The one time you use your PTO to vacation to Bali for a week,

A distinguished critic visits your restaurant. 

You stare down at the screen in your hands, having not at all prepared for this news to be brought on you as soon as you enter. Its words stare back at you, taunting you almost. You’re half tempted to throw it across the kitchen, but that would be another expense added to your list of supplies you needed to buy for the upcoming month.

“What day did he come?” you ask as your pointer finger scrolls the screen, reading more of the nasty review that was left.

“A Saturday. None of us even knew he was coming.” Mayra, your head sous chef, replies. The rest of the staff stands around. Some in nervousness, anticipation, and even anger at the predicament. “We sat him on the top. Even made sure he had the whole floor to himself.”

The top floor, strictly reserved for distinguished guests who waited on your month long reservation list, or for those who would simply buy it out for the night. Your top floor is constantly raved about in the media, sometimes for its lavishness and other times in jealousy. Long story short, the top floor is for the best of the best.

And they gave him that.

But it seems he didn’t care for that at all.

“If you’re in the mood for a culinary adventure that feels more like a misadventure, look no further than Lovely Haven, the so-called “fusion” restaurant that blends American comfort food with Italian classics. Unfortunately, the only thing they seem to have fused successfully is disappointment and confusion. The result is a dismal failure that feels like a cruel joke on the palate, this is what happens when culinary confusion collides with utter mediocrity.

Let’s start with the decor—an odd mix of rustic Italian charm and the kind of neon signs you'd find in a questionable diner. It’s as if someone couldn’t decide whether to create a romantic trattoria or a roadside burger joint. The atmosphere is confusing, much like the menu.”

You scoff as you read this part to yourself. The decor? The decor was one of the things almost every customer raved about. Its bright lights mixed with sleek and stainless furniture was the epitome of success. Going as far as bugging your interior designer for days, even weeks on end, to get it down to the T. 

Secondly, mediocre? How dare he? You’ve been in the culinary arts for over two decades now, and so has your staff. You were very nitpicky and quite a perfectionist when assembling your employees for your place of solace. Your 5-star Michelin restaurant, yes, 5-star. It only took two years to achieve that goal, which placed you as the quickest growing restaurant in your area. And he’s treating it like you’re nothing but a simple Applebee’s or Chili’s. 

The balls on this man.

“Now, onto the menu—a dizzying array of choices that reads like a desperate attempt at creativity gone horribly awry. The lasagna burger is a prime example of this misguided ambition. It arrives as a soggy monstrosity, with layers of pasta and a sad, overcooked beef patty that would make even the most forgiving diner weep. It’s a culinary abomination, devoid of flavor and entirely forgettable.

Then there are the “famous” Alfredo fries, which manage to be both an insult to fries and Alfredo sauce. The dish is an affront to all things Italian and American, featuring limp, greasy fries drowning in a thick, tasteless goo that resembles some sort of industrial paste. It’s a disgrace, and I genuinely questioned whether anyone in the kitchen had ever tasted actual food before.”

By this point, your grip has tightened on the Ipad, jaw clenching and brows furrowing. This man, he really, really was an asshole. Disrespecting your hard-working kitchen staff was a low blow that you took personally. “How long did it take to get his food out to him?”

“Twenty minutes, Y/N.” Luke, one of the managers, replies. “I timed it and made sure it was prepared before the other guests who were dining.”

So not only was he being treated like a princess, but the other customers, who probably got there before him, received their food after he was served. All for the sake of him not reviewing your restaurant’s “unkempt timeliness”.

You continue to read the last few paragraphs while your stomach twists and turns.

“Service, predictably, matched the culinary catastrophe. Our server was inattentive and seemed more interested in their phone than in providing any semblance of hospitality. Drinks took an eternity to arrive—warm, naturally, because why would you expect cold beverages at a restaurant?

Dessert? Oh, you mean the “Tiramisu Sundae”? It’s a ghastly creation that defies logic, featuring layers of sad, mushy sponge cake drowned in what could only be described as a failed attempt at chocolate syrup. The entire dish is an insult to the beloved Italian classic, tasting more like a punishment than a treat.

In conclusion, Lovely Haven is not just a failure; it’s a disgrace to the culinary arts. If you value your taste buds and your sanity, steer clear of this pitiful excuse for a restaurant. Save your money and your appetite for a place that actually understands food. You deserve better.”

The silence that follows is harsh, awaiting a potential outburst from you. You lift your head and swivel around to glare at the group around you. “Who served him?”

Hesitance replies back, some of your staff looking down as though the ground seems more interesting than your death glare. It isn’t until you ask the question again, in a firmer tone, does Mayra respond. “Susan.”

Jesus christ. 

As if things couldn’t be worse, who’s bright idea was it to decide that the slacking employee serves your distinguished guest. The one person who has been trying your presence since she was hired. “Where is—”

You’re disrupted by the kitchen door opening, the problem herself walking through with earbuds in and of course, scrolling on her phone. As she looks up and sees the numerous amount of eyes on her, her steps falter. Confusion sparks through her expression, but as soon as you step forward, it begins to click.

“You’re thirty minutes late, I put you on opening because you said you couldn’t close anymore.” You don’t even have it in you to lighten your tone, eyes narrowed and voice clipped in annoyance, frustration. “Your performance has been lacking for months now, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Ever the brat she is, her arms cross. “I’m a busy college student, I have other priorities and things on my mind unlike the rest of you.”

“And I understand that,” you snap back.”But there is a difference between having other priorities and simply not caring. You don’t listen, you show up late, and you’re using your phone while you’re on the floor. Do you understand how extremely disrespectful that is?”

A moment of silence passes as she seems to formulate what to say in her mind. “I jus—”

“You’re fired.” you cut her off. “Your last check will be deposited within 24 hours, do not come back and if you do, I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

Luke and Mayra, along with your other manager, Ren, sit next to you in your office. Computer screen displayed in front of you four while your fingers type away. Mayra glances at your focused expression before back at the screen. “Do you really think he’ll reply back? Critics don’t usually come to review a place for a second time, especially one they strongly advised against.”

“I don’t care,” you murmur, eyes not straying from the email you’re drafting out. “Out of the seven years we’ve been operating, we haven’t had a single bad review. And now, this entitled ass thinks just because he gets paid to eat and critic, he can ruin our reputation.”

Ren sighs, hand lifted to his forehead. “Y/N, it’s okay. One bad review doesn’t and won’t define us.”

“Besides, he’s known for being harsh, he does this to everyone,” Luke adds on.

“Even more of a reason for me to do this. I will not allow him to openly disrespect our hard work and dedication like this.”

The three around you give one another a knowing look, right before you click send on the email.

“Hello, Mr. Gojo. 

My name is Y/N L/N, I’m the owner of Lovely Haven, a place you recently reviewed. After reading your honest review, I am extremely upset and apologetic for the food and service you received that day. That is not at all what we strive for, and again, I sincerely apologize. 

If you would accept, I would like to set up a second visit for you. We are closed on this coming Friday, due to the holiday, but I’d love to personally serve you myself and answer any and all questions you may have regarding Lovely Haven and its history.

Please respond back as soon as you have a moment. Thank you again.

Kindly,

Y/N L/N”

“Hello, Ms. LN,

I appreciate you reaching out to me. I’ll come around 8am on Friday. Thank you.

Sincerely, 

Gojo Satoru”

You;ve spent the better half of the past two hours setting up and making sure everything is perfect. You’ll be damned if you have a rerun of last time, especially on your watch. Your staff insisted you don’t handle this alone, urging for at least two cooks to be present. But you refused.

Lovely Haven is your business and creation, your heart. So in a way, you feel as if it’s your job as the owner to make this all right. If anyone can serve this man, it’s you. 

You’re dressed formally, hair up (in case he tries to complain about hair in his food). Wearing a simple black dress, modest enough as it reaches your knees. It’s tight, but not too tight. You’re wearing small black heels to match, gold jewelry complimenting the attire. 

The clock inches towards 8 and you, for some reason, find yourself feeling oddly nervous. Maybe it’s the anticipation or anxiousness for a second try. Your stomach curls, almost like you’re a lovestruck high schooler seeing her crush in the hallways. Sweaty handles fiddle together in front of you while your eyes dart from the watch on your wrist and the glass front doors.

Either this man had a penchant for being late, or you somehow mixed your days up and he’s not coming today. Dramatically, you check your phone and let out a sigh of relief when you see it’s Friday. Okay, good. Then he’s really just late.

Well, not exactly late. But he said he’d get here at 8, it’s 7:57. Usually people don’t get to places at the time they said, because if he came at 8 exactly, that is late. You should always show up at least five minutes before your estimated arrival time, at least that’s how you thought.

No, that’s how most normal, responsible adults thought.

Maybe he’s not normal. Can’t be if he gave you a one star and brutal review. He’s probably just trying to be different from the rest. And you hate people like that. Shitting on something that is actually good, whether it be a show or movie, simply because everyone else says it's good. And the fact that he’s known for his low reviews is even more infuriating. 

There’s no way every place he visits is below three stars. It has to be his taste buds, they’re probably—

“Good morning.”

You snap your head up, completely lost in thought that you didn’t even notice, let alone hear the dreadful man walk in. Already not off to a good start. A smile finds its way on your face, hand held out, to which he shakes. “Good morning, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gojo. I’m Y/N.”

He nods, a small smile reciprocated back. “I figured.”

Is it just you or did he tone sound almost condescending? And that smile on his face seems like he’s the type to think he knows it all. 

Nope, don’t do that. 

Pulling your hand away after what seems like a longer than usual handshake, you step aside and motion towards the array of tables. “Well, why don’t I show you to your table?”

“Yeah, why don’t you?” he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his slacks, raising a thin, white eyebrow as if to silently urge you to start walking. You hold back an eye twitch, turning around and walking to the area you set up specifically for him.

He’s following behind you as you walk, the heels of your shoes softy clanking against the ceramic tile. As you glance back, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes quickly raise up to meet yours. Like he was—

“I apologize for not being around last time, I was on vacation.” you say, cutting off your own train of thought that you won’t entertain.

“Ah, no worries. Where did you go?” His pace matches your own now, walking side by side as his arm barely brushes against your bare skin. “Somewhere nice?”

You chuckle lightly and nod. “Yes, I went to Bali. It was quite lovely. The people were very welcoming and the food was absolutely delicious.”

A hum. “Better than this place, I hope.”

That comment. God, that comment. And the fact that he’s hiding it behind his sickeningly sweet smile, a tilt to his voice like he’s joking but not actually joking. You’ll pray for the former. “I can assure you, Mr. Gojo, both residences of food are exquisite.”

You two get to the square table prepared for him. A crisp, white linen tablecloth across the surface, that creates a clean and elegant contrast that elevated the rustic charm. At the center, a simple yet striking centerpiece emerged—a small terracotta pot filled with fresh basil and rosemary, their vibrant green leaves offering a delightful aroma that whispered of Italian kitchens.

Polished silverware gleamed in the soft light, laid out neatly on either side, ready for the culinary delights to come. An elegant, crystal wine glass on the side. Cloth napkins, folded into intricate designs, rested atop his plate. The dual flickering candles in small glass holders cast a warm glow over the table, creating an intimate atmosphere that you hoped would help catch his eye.

Finally, a menu card that displayed the special dishes you had prepared just for him. You took the time out of your day to make this specifically for today, crafting your menu for a man who probably didn’t think twice about it was not on your 2024 bingo card.

He takes his seat as you stand in front of him, placing the menu closer to his reach. “Here we have a variety of our best sellers and limited editions. Just for you, Mr. Gojo.” Your smile gets a little harder to keep up as he lazily sits back in his seat, scanning the menu with his sharp, blue eyes.

“Interesting,” he observes, even flipping it over. He glances back up at you. “The stuffed arancini, is that good?”

“Delicious, sir.”

“Okay,” he looks back down at the menu. “Then I’ll get the Buffalo Cauliflower Bites for an appetizer, plus the Bruschetta Trio. Oh, and to drink, I want one of your craft mocktails.”

So he asks for your opinion, and doesn’t even order it. “Of course, Mr. Gojo.” You don’t write it down, having already committed his order to memory, due to years in the food industry. “I’ll get started on that right now.”

With one more smile, you turn around and head to the kitchen. As soon as the doors close, your face hardens with irritation. Walking around to grab the appropriate ingredients, grumbling to yourself curses. Sure you’ll make his food and smile at him, doesn't mean you won’t be a brat about it behind closed doors. 

The minutes Gojo spends alone, he’s meticulously counting them down. Eyebrow raised as he eyes the kitchen doors and the arms of the small clock. Leg crossed over the other with his arm resting on top of the back of his chair that he;s currently tipping back and forth with the stability of his foot. 

After about three minutes, you greet him with his mocktail, setting it down. “Here you go, sir.”

“Finally, I almost died of thirst, you know?” He huffs a small chuckle and he sips from the straw. You want to grimace as he swishes the liquid around his mouth, head tilting in dramatics. He’s acting like it’s mouthwash or something. As he swallows, you do your best not to focus on the bobbing of his Adam’s apple.

What do you think you’re doing? Checking him out right now, seriously?

“How is it?” Your voice raises a tad, either in nervousness or a way to calm your suddenly rapid beating heart. 

“Not too bad, a little sour for me.” He comments, tongue coming out to lick across his bottom lip. “What’s in it?”

“Basil lemonade and berry spritz, Mr. Gojo.” 

“Satoru,” he corrects you, eyes rolling while his hand waves around dismissively. “Stop calling me ‘sir’ and all that, makes me feel old. Besides, this is supposed to feel comfortable isn’t it? Don’t force yourself with the formalities.” 

Well, that’s a small breath of relief. You simply nod. “Of course, Satoru. Then you may call me Y/N.”

“Was already gonna do that.”

“Right.” 

A small pause follows, hands awkwardly fiddling behind his back. You didn’t even realize it before, but the way he stares feels really invading. Especially with how bright his eyes are, you’re starting to feel naked under his gaze. Like he can sense it, he grins boyishly. “The appetizers?”

You nod again, quicker this time, clearing your throat. “Yes, coming right up.”

And once more, you leave him be while you finish up his food. The bruschetta trio, a classic tomato and basil, roasted red pepper and feta, with wild mushroom and truffle oil topping, served on toasted artisan bread. This dish is loved among your regulars.

And the buffalo cauliflower bites which are spicy, crispy cauliflower tossed in buffalo sauce, served with a side of creamy blue cheese dressing. Perfect for customers with a higher spice tolerance, craving that explosive taste in their mouths.

Holding the two white, glass plates with ease, the doors push open by your back as you walk back over to him. “Bruschetta and the cauliflower, Satoru.”

He doesn’t waste time in taking small, careful bites of each platter. Humming in thought as he does this. It takes a couple minutes before he speaks, using the cloth to wipe at the corner of his mouth. “The mushroom is quite bland, the bread is too hard. And the blue cheese doesn’t go well with the bites.”

Each word is like a punch to your gut. He’s really just finding every little thing to pick at, isn’t he? Lips pursing, your eyebrows raise in faux consideration. “I see, I can remove the dressing for you, and I’ll serve you a softer piece of bread.”

Your hands reach out to take them away, just as his moves into frame. Your fingertips brush against the back of his hand. “No need to take them away, just stating facts.” His smile never seems to leave and each growing second, you feel more and more tempted to wipe it off his face. He gently pushes your hands away, interlacing his fingers together. “Do you expect replacements to suddenly wipe my memory clean? Why should I have to rely on you giving me a replica of what I ordered, when the original piece should’ve met my expectations?”

A little caught off guard by his sudden questioning, you gulp and clear your throat. “Well, if something is not up to par for my guests, it is my duty to replace that with something that is.”

“Sure, but I’m asking why it wasn’t perfect the first time.” He leisurely sips from his mocktail. 

A small, but forced laugh leaves your lips. “We do try our best every single time, Satoru. Being perfect has proved hard when everyone has different tastes.”

“So you just give out generic food and hope for the best?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.”

Your brows begin to furrow at his nonchalance, lip barely quirking down into a frown. “I’m sorry, but our food is not generic. We serve with love and dedication.”

“Love,” he repeats in a mocking tone, picking at the bites with his fork. “This was made with love?”

He’s really getting on your nerves now. “Yes, it was. If you do not like it then I can remake—”

“I’ll take the balsamic glazed chicken,” he cuts you off. “With the alfredo fries. You’re talking about remakes, right? Then make those fries good this time. Thanks.” 

You can’t help but stare down at him, the nerve he has is beyond rude. His demanding nature contrasts with your helping one. But, you stay resolute in your politeness, mumbling a small ‘of course’ before disappearing back into the kitchen. 

It’s a disaster, truly.

A hard, long, infuriatingly annoying disaster. 

Every platter crafted with delicacy and carefulness, he sets aside with calmness. Claiming how the littlest of little things was wrong or how it tasted bad. He even makes a couple snide comments about where you learned to cook from and they should be ashamed.

No matter what, however, he conceals his comments with those stupid laughs you’ve started to despise. 

Like it’s funny to him how much you’re failing to please him. 

Sweat threatens to trickle down your forehead, using a spare towel to dab at your face. Your hair has started to become a tad unkempt, having to constantly push stray pieces of hair out your face and even grabbing at your hair in frustration. This is probably your own fault for setting this all up, but never did you imagine it would turn out like this.

His table is filled with a variety of plates and dishes stacked unceremoniously on top of each other to make room for the next one.  

Throughout it all, he watches your struggle in silent amusement. Everytime you turn around to stomp back into the kitchen, he gets a clear, nice view of the way the fabric of your dress tugs around your ass, legs sleek with whatever lotion you decided to put on.

Your perfume fills his nostrils as you come back to him, to which he feels more and more motivated to bring you down and just stuff his face into the crook of your neck. Or the middle of your plump thighs that have just been calling out to him like a siren.

Satoru would like to think he’s a man of self control, but you’re really pushing him, and you’re not even trying. 

He’s being purposeful with his actions just to keep this entire visit long. Just so he can keep checking you out and biting his lip as he inhales your scent. Just so he can have the ample amount of time to force down the boner he has from under the table.

And well, because he’s really, really looking forward to dessert.

You breathe out a heavy breath, one of exhaustion as you present him with yet another platter. He laughs to himself as he takes a bite.

“Meh, too soggy.”

That’s it. “I’ve given you everything on the menu.”

“Oh, have you?” His head tilts innocently. 

Your teeth grit. “Yes, I have.”

“Well, that’s a bummer. You really shouldn’t have had such a limited variation.”

“It’s not lim–”

“Dessert, right? That usually comes after the main course.”

“......yes. What would you like?” You’re forcing your words out by now, hands twitching as they threaten to grip his pretty throat. 

Wait, pretty?

Jesus christ, can you stop thinking that right now?

“Hmmmm, let’s see here.” As his eyes scan over the desserts listed on the menu, a frown, or a pout, makes way onto his lips. You close your eyes for a second, counting from one to ten and back. “Is this it?”

“Yes.” 

“I have to say,” he lowly whistles. “none of this looks very….appealing.” As he looks back up at you, there’s a small glint in his expression. One that almost causes you to shiver, for some reason. 

Is he playing with you now?

“Nothing?” You ask, arms crossing over your chest. “All of that is what guests order the most.”

“Well, I’m not some regular schmegular guest, now am I?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s standing, one hand stuffed into his pocket while the other meekly points to you. “So, what do you say? You gonna give me something I actually want?”

A small huff escapes from your lips, now longer having the strength to hold back your irritation. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh cmon, don’t give me that.”

“Give you what?”

“That.” He juts his chin in the direction of your scowl. “Do you usually frown at your customers?”

“I frown at men who take my kindness for granted,” is your response, eyes narrowing. “Also, you have been nitpicking every single thing I’ve given you. You’ve been extremely rude about it.”

“Rude? Is honesty rude now? I thought you wanted my honesty.”

“There’s a stark difference between the two.”

“Really?” He leans closer, face teetering on the line of too close as his point finger just barely skims across your forearm. “Mind enlightening me?”

Your breath almost hitches, skin feeling all too warm. You peek down at his finger before back to his face, heart beating faster than normal. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like?” He counters. 

“Like you’re trying to flirt with me.”

He barks out a laugh. “Trying? No honey, I am. Why, do you like it?”

“No, I don’t like being flirted with by rude and random men.” You reply, tilting your chin up. “Especially you, sir.”

His grin widens. “Cute. But you know what I don’t like?” As he steps closer, you’re forced to step back. “No dessert.”

His finger travels up your arm, your shoulder, then stops at your jawline, head tilting as his breath fans your cheek. “So, what else can I eat?”

This is stupid. So stupid. Dangerous. Idiotic. Out of character. Anything that means bad. 

Is this really all for a good review by some asshat who takes joy out of making people's lives harder? Or are you  actually enjoying it? 

You feel disgusted at the situation, angered and infuriated that you’ve fallen into his trap. You want to curse out to whatever gods that may be watching and demand why you couldn’t hold back. 

Either way, you’re not the only one who couldn’t hold back. 

Your breath hitches, a broken string of whines leaving you as the flat of his tongue runs through your slippery folds. His hands on your thighs keep you grounded in place atop the table, because your hips keep twitching up in need of more friction. 

You can’t even see his face as it’s so far buried into your wet pussy, practically stuffing his face with it. But god do you feel him. The tips of his hair tickle your inner thighs. His low moan reverberates through you, making you shiver and tingle with excitement. 

“A—ahh….!” Your hand finds a place on his hair, pulling as your head tilts back with another moan. “F—fuck…”

His lips smile against your skin, pulling away for a second to look up at your blissed out expression. His face is coated in your juices and you haven’t even came yet. “Pretty good, might be the best thing I’ve had today.”

As he goes back to ravishing you, his tongue slips into your aching hole. Which causes your back to arch up, a higher pitched whine leaving you. “Tad salty, very sweet.”

His comments feel degrading almost. But with the way your thighs threaten to close around his head, pushing his face closer to your cunt, he has a feeling you like it. 

It’s electrifying and confusing at the same time. You’ve never been one with hookup culture, you’re not a virgin either but this is on a totally different level. Here you are, letting him tongue fuck you in the middle of the empty restaurant in which you were supposed to be serving him. 

Technically you are still serving him.

He urges your hips closer to the edge of the table, spitting harshly against you as he delves back into giving you the best eat of your life. 

His tongue alternates between your hole and clit, giving both equal attention while his fingers knead the plush skin of your smooth thighs. Your toes curl in your heels and you feel so close. 

You can practically taste it on your tongue, not even mindful anymore of the noises that you’re making. Too engrossed in the utter bliss of the way his mouth sucks and licks at your folds. 

You don’t even know you’ve finished until he’s come back up, licking away your release that’s plastered to his pale skin. Left panting and staring up at the dangling lights that feel blinding. 

What brings you back down to Earth is the soft clanking of metal. Your head whips down just as he’s unbuckling his pants, eyes blown wide. “W-what are you doing?”

He simply looks at you, shrugging with nonchalance as his belt comes undone, button and zipper next. “Gonna fuck your pussy, what else?”

You scramble to sit up, but he’s faster. Holding your legs open, leaning his face closer. “What? Don’t wanna?”

“I—I shouldn’t. I mean, we shouldn’t.”

“Pfft, why not?”

“Because this wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“But it has,” he tugs his slacks down, giving you full view of the raging boner nestled under his black boxers. His hand reaches to give himself a few strokes. “Haven’t been this hard in a long time.”

You feel your release ooze down onto the tablecloth, hole feeling empty as it clenches around air. All you can do is watch him jerk himself, gulping as you lick your lips. “This is….really wrong.”

Yet it feels so right. 

His lips touch the side of your neck, kissing and sucking a small mark into your skin. You tilt your head for him, arm coming up to hold around his neck. Chest heaving up and down. “I’ll fuck you good, I promise.”

Your eyes are instantly drawn down to his leaking cock as he pulls it out. Long and thin veins decorating the length with pre-cum leaking out the head. Trimmed with a small white bush of pubic hair at his base. It looks pretty. 

He huffs out a breathy laugh, titling your face up to him, lips meeting. His lips are soft and plush, melting into it. He keeps his hand on your nape so he can deepen the kiss, tongue invading your mouth like a snake. 

Spit dribbles down the corners of your mouths. All the while he’s teasing your entrance with his cock. 

“Ngh!” You pull away, face scrunching and mouth agape. 

“Mm, like that?” His tip runs up and down your slit, smearing his pre into your folds and around them. The sight is lewd. “So wet, just from my tongue too. How many guys make you finish from just eating you out?”

Out of all the times he tries for a conversation, does right now have to be one? “N-none…”

He hums. “So I’m the only one? I like that.”

He finds your hole, just barely pushing in. Your nails claw at his shoulders, whimpering into his ear. “S-shit, just wait a second…”

“For what?” His voice is husky, brows pinched together. The warmth from your cunt practically enveloping him whole. 

You croak out something unintelligible. For a few seconds, you two stay frozen like this. But that’s cut short as he slowly begins to slide deeper. “Shit, stop squeezin’ me.” He grunts.

All you can offer is a weak “I’m not” before being cut off by a breathy moan, one he replicates with you. He moves in deeper and deeper, until he’s finally buried to the hilt in your warm pussy. It’s big, bigger than you’ve ever taken. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

His fingers dig into your hips while your nails into his shoulders. 

Practically feeling his cock twitch within you, you have to hold back squeezing around him even more. But it just feels too good not to. It makes you feel full. 

As he begins to move, he’s whispering dirty praises into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Who knew you had such good pussy.”

“Look at you, sucking me in like a good little whore, huh?”

“Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had.”

Each word he emphasizes with a quicker thrust. The silverware clanks around you, some even falling to the ground. The table creaks and the cloth crumples up. “W-wait….slow…ngh!” 

“No slow,’ he patronizingly laughs, his gaze darkened as he looks at you. “Going fast, you’re gonna take it too. ‘Cause you’re a desperate little thing, aren't you?”

You whine out, biting down hard on your lip you’re surprised you’re not drawing blood yet. He takes this as an invitation to devour your mouth once more. The kiss is harder this time, more sloppy. Seems sloppy is his thing.

Before you know it, he manhandles you to flip over, ass high in the air while his hand forces your back down into an arch. “Just like that. Stay still and I’ll let you cum again.”

With this new position, he’s able to hit spots you didn’t even know were there. All you have to hold on is the cloth of the table, balling them into your fists while he mercilessly pounds into your pussy from the back. His balls hit your clit in a repetitive motion that damn near causes you to see stars. 

Noises and mumble words fall out your mouth like water, the side of your face being pushed down into the hard surface. His hand twirls and tangles in your hair before giving it a hard tug back. 

“Mngh!”

With one hand on your hip and the other in your hair, it gives him all the reigns to perfectly fuck your squelching hole, pace unforgiving. And what’s he doing the whole time? Laughing. That asshole is laughing.

Either at your state or the fact that you fit so perfectly snug around his cock like a ring.

It’s like he’s moving on autopilot, just one thing on his mind. Fucking you like your his fleshlight he keeps in his room. “Maybe I should’ve come here sooner—fuck—could’ve had this pussy all to myself even sooner.”

He groans, head tilting back as a familiar sensation bubbles in his stomach. “Ah, god…fuck.”

“D-dont cum!” You half-heartedly shout, body trembling in preparation for your second release of the day.

“Hah?” he huffs out. “You tell a guy who’s fucking a pretty pussy he can’t come? You’re crazy.”

“Ah….hah…!” You mewl out, squeezing around him.

He curses under his breath, hips stuttering. A warm feeling erupts deep within your cunt, causing you to whine. It makes your whole body feel as if it’s on fire, thighs shaking. Your cum mixes with his own, dripping down the backs of your thighs in a disgusting manner. You’re left panting for air

He spends a good time watching it all happen, and as he pulls out, seeing your hole twitch and tremor around air almost starts to make him hard again. He leans over, hot air hitting the shell of your ear, his voice low and husky. “Up for more?”

Monday, 9am.

Incoming message from 

Mayra: 

Check your email, forwarded you something.

You groan tiredly, fingers fiddling with the bright screen of your phone. Clicking on the wrong app a couple times before opening your Gmail. You press on the email from Mayra, an attached link.

The link leads you to a familiar site, embarrassment painting your features as you read.

“After a rather lackluster first experience at 'Lovely Haven,' I was pleasantly surprised by my second visit. Walking into the restaurant felt like stepping into a cozy embrace, with the ambiance perfectly set to spark a little magic. The soft music and intimate lighting created an atmosphere that made everything feel just a little more exciting.

Let’s talk about the food. I started with the savory starter, which was a perfect balance of flavors. Each bite was a tantalizing tease that had me eagerly anticipating what was to come. Then came the main course, which was cooked to perfection and bursting with flavor. It had just the right amount of kick, leaving me wanting more and more.

 I decided to try their special dessert this time, and let me tell you, it was absolutely divine. Each bite was a burst of flavors, rich and decadent, just how I like it. The way it melted on my tongue was nothing short of a culinary revelation. I might have lingered a little too long over that dish—can you blame me? It was like savoring a sweet secret that just kept getting better.

But let’s not forget about the service. The owner was not only charming but also incredibly attentive. There was a delightful chemistry between us that made the evening even more enjoyable. She made sure I was well taken care of, adding that special touch that turned a simple meal into something unforgettable.

If you’re looking for a place that offers more than just food—something that tantalizes the senses and leaves you feeling revitalized—I highly recommend giving 'Lovely Haven' a try. Just be prepared for some delicious surprises that might have you coming back for seconds (or thirds!). I certainly will!"

a/n: first smut piece kind of. if there's typos, pls overlook them, i was very tired and in heat. sorry if it's not very slhow burn :( but i hope you all enjoyed. thank you smmm <3

[spokenforyou]

sylus x fem reader !

warnings: p in v, unprotected f-cking, dirty talk, spanking, strong/vulgar language

notes: very nsfw, ONE SHOT, sylus treats you, freaky ;)

genre: smut

word count: 3k

[minors don’t interact… by choosing to interact with this content, you are consenting to view something that is not appropriate and nsfw despite warnings!]

IN EVERY LIFETIME

Sylus arrives home from work at the late time of 7:30 pm, normally getting home at 6, in time for dinner. You stand in the kitchen, finishing up dinner for the two of you, the sounds and aroma traveling through the mansion.

He hangs his coat on the stand near the door and follows the smell leading him to the kitchen. He stands in the doorway to the kitchen and smiles when he lays eyes on you, your back to him.

Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist as he presses himself against you. You gasp but quickly relax as you realize it’s Sylus, he speaks “Mm, cooking late sweetie?”

His words and deep voice make your stomach flip, and you nod against him as you stir the Alfredo sauce cooking in the pan. “Wanted dinner to be fresh and hot when you came home Sy…”

He leans down and presses soft kisses to your neck before gently nibbling on your ear. “Missed you…” You feel your face heat up and you giggle.

“Sylus~” You smile and lift your head to look up at him, his red eyes boring into yours with a look of love and appreciation.

“Alfredo for dinner baby?” He whispers as he looks at the two pans, earning a nod from you.

“Unless you had something else in mind?” You turn down the heat to low on the noodles and sauce that are both boiling. Turning around and looking at him, you lift your eyebrows.

Sylus smirks and licks his lips before glancing at your plump ones. “Is that an offer sweetie?” He runs his hands down to your hips and lifts you onto the counter, running his hands along your sides and leaning down. “Wanna spell it out for me?”

He smirks as he presses his lips against yours, and you eagerly kiss him back. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he stands between your legs, he bites on your lower lip asking for entry. You part your lips for him and his tongue eagerly slides into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours.

Sylus groans quietly, earning a whine from you as he slowly pulls away to whisper against your lips. “Missed these pretty lips… Missed my pretty girl…”

He presses his thumb to your bottom lip, before sliding it between your lips, “God, I fucking love coming home to you. Now, about that offer baby…” He smirks and connects his lips to your neck, gently biting it. “You think dinners all done?” He whispers against your skin.

“Mhm, should be…” You reply and close your eyes at the feeling of his breath and lips. He pulls away reluctantly, and quickly turns off the heat to the stove. Grabbing two bowls and a strainer, he quickly strains the noodles and bowls them before pouring the sauce into the other.

“We’ll let the sauce cool until we put it up, and in the meantime… We can have dessert first.” He smirks as he closes the lid to the noodles and barely closes the lid to the sauce.

He returns to you and runs a hand through your hair. “Let me have you…” He runs that same hand down your chest until it reaches the end of your shirt. “Dressed all pretty for me kitten, let me see you.”

You bite your bottom lip and nod, encouraging him to continue. He smirks at your reaction and slides his hands under your shirt, he runs them along your ribs before reaching the cups of your bra.

“Mmm what a nuisance this is, yeah?” He whispers in a sultry, deep tone. You can’t help but nod at his words. “Hmm? Cat got your tongue?”

He smirks before he slides his fingers under the fabric of your bra. “Please…” The only words you can manage to get out, he lifts a brow.

“Begging are we? Exactly what I wanna hear baby…” He smiles and cups your breasts in his hands.

“Take it off Sy…” You whisper as you watch him.

“Manners baby, manners. Let me hear them.” He looks into your eyes. “Come on sweet thing, tell me.”

You whine and nod, “Please?” He nods in approval before he slides his hands away and out of your shirt to pull it off you. Sylus yanks off the shirt, and looks at your clothed breasts for a second, before reaching around and unclasping your red lace bra.

He takes it off and stares at you as if he’s admiring a statue. “So fuckin’ pretty, and all mine…” He rushes and leans down to press kisses to your chest. He licks and sucks as he makes his way to your hardened peaks. He takes one in his mouth at a time, while his hand kneads and tugs at the other.

“Fuck Sy~” You moan quietly and he grunts in response. Your sweet voice melting him.

“So quiet for me baby, let me hear you.” He looks up at you from your breasts and bites harder, to get a reaction out of you. You squeal and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Mmm, there you go. Know I like to hear those pretty sounds.” He chuckles and continues what he’s doing, switching his mouth’s attention to the other nipple. You run a hand through his hair before gently tugging at it as you moan.

He moans against you and unlatches his lips. Sylus stands and looks over at the bowls of our dinner. “Mm, gimme a second baby…” He closes the lids fully and puts them in the fridge before returning to you.

“Where were we?” He smirks and he lifts you off the counter, leaving your bra and shirt behind as he carries you to your bedroom.

“Sylus, this is scary!” You laugh as he carries you over his shoulder up the stairs.

He laughs as well and lands a smack to your ass, luckily it’s still clothed. “Out of all things you could be scared of?” He chuckled as he opened the bedroom door, carrying you in and dropping you on the bed.

You instinctively cover your chest from his view, and he tuts in disapproval. “No baby, show me how pretty you are.” Sylus looks down at you as he pulls off his shirt, revealing his broad and built body that looks like it’s been crafted by gods.

He moves over to the edge of the bed where your legs lay, and he yanks you towards him, your arms flying out. You gasp and he smirks, “Let’s get these off you.” He glances down at your pants before he reaches in the hem of them to pull them down.

He yanks those off as well before moving to your panties, but he stops for a second. “Matching set today hm?” He runs his fingers along the red lace and you bite back a moan as his fingers barely brush your clit.

“Just wanted to look pretty…” You whisper.

“Mm, you’re always pretty. Gotta be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in every lifetime.” He gets down on his knees in front of you as your legs dangle over the edge of the bed.

You blush and he chuckles. “I mean it. You’re fucking beautiful.” He leans down and presses a feather-like kiss to your inner thigh, and you swear you see stars for a split second.

He slips his fingers into the waistband of your panties and looks up at you for approval, earning your nod. He continues and pulls them off you, the damp fabric sliding down your legs.

He discards them onto the floor before looking back up at the wetness between your legs. He moans lowly under his breath and feels his pants tighten even more than they were before.

“Everything about you is so fuckin’ pretty…” He yanks you more off the bed so he can reach you with ease.

He brings your legs to the sides of his head before leaning in and kissing gently against your folds, he closes his eyes as he tastes your bliss on his lips. Sylus’ eyes lock with yours as he pulls his lips away, and replaces them with tongue.

Licking a stripe up your heat he groans, his tongue slipping between your folds without meaning to, just because of your slickness. You moan and your head falls back against the bed, he chuckles against you before he laps at you. He sucks on your clit and devours you at the same time, a man of many talents.

“S-so fucking good…” He moans against you, the words vibrating with the deepness of his voice.

“Sy…” You moan and tangle your hands in his silver hair for the second time this night. He laps at you faster, bringing his fingers into the mix to prep you.

“You okay baby?” He smirks as he rubs his fingers along your wetness, his thumb rubbing circles on your nub. You nod eagerly and he watches you as he slips a finger in.

“Ah... Fuck.” You whine as he slides a slender finger inside you pumping a few times before sliding another in. You moan at the sudden fill, knowing you’re gonna be crammed in a few minutes.

“Doin’ so good pretty girl…” He assures you before leaning down and sucking your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out. Your moans grow progressively louder as you feel your body tightening.

“I…” You manage to get out and Sylus smirks.

“I know baby, I feel it. Let go for me.” He continues and reattaches his mouth to your clit.

Your back arches and you come undone on his fingers, you let out a sigh as he slows.

He withdraws his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste. “Always so good.” He mumbles and he slides his belt off, followed by the rest of his clothing. You were always surprised by his size even after nearly a year of being together, you gasp.

“Always so shocked, as if I haven’t fucked your brains out before hm?”He chuckles and strokes himself a few times while he watches you situate yourself higher up on the bed.

He smiles and slides himself on, hovering himself above you. His cock presses against your stomach and you feel the precum drip onto your skin. “What about you Sy?” You whisper and Sylus just shakes his head before he responds.

“I’m all about you sweetie, I’m turned on enough. Just need you. Can you do that for me?” He whispers and holds himself above you with both arms on either side of your head.

You nod and he nods back, leaning down to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t like the other ones you experienced today, it was more gentle and filled with love, and he didn’t rush it. Sylus smiles against your lips before pulling away, “In every lifetime.”

He whispers and you look at him with a bit of confusion but you know he’s sincere, and you repeat, “In every lifetime.”

Sylus smiles down at you before leaning over to reach for the drawer next to our bed. You watch him and he pulls out a condom, he moves back over to you and looks down at your body once more. “Sylus?” You speak up quietly, and he locks his eyes with yours.

“Yeah, baby?” He scans your face.

“Just… pull out?” You whisper and wince as you wait for his reaction.

He looks down at the foil before looking back at you. “Yeah? You sure baby?” He tilts his head, red eyes seeking yours as he waits. You nod and he nods before throwing the condom on the floor, not worried where it’ll end up. “So glad you asked, are you ready for me?” He chuckles and leans back down giving himself space.

“Ready…” You look at him with a soft smile and he smiles back before sliding his thick member along your slit, to gather a form of lubrication. He gently nudges in, slowly, to make you comfortable with the stretch his tip gives you.

Sylus groans and nearly collapses on you as he feels your tight walls around his head, you wince in pain as he continues to nudge into you. He wraps his fingers with yours and eyes you. “I know baby, I know…” Kissing you on the forehead he whispers as he pushes nearly halfway in.

“It hurts…” You feel tears pricking your eyes, and he kisses them away.

“Want me to stop? I’m almost in, about halfway.” He whispers against your cheek.

You fight back the pain of his size and shake your head, “No…” He nods and pushes in a bit quicker in an attempt to not prolong your pain. He finally bottoms out and lets out a breathy moan, you moaning quietly with him.

You wrap your arms around his back, hoping he’ll stay still for a few seconds. Understanding you, he stills inside of you, allowing you to accommodate him. He twitches inside of you, fighting the urge to move and you feel yourself loosen.

You tap his back to let him know he can move and he grunts in relief. He pulls out a bit, slowly, and pushes back in. Sylus continues that rhythm as he feels you relax completely and hears your quiet moans. “Fuck…” He moans.

“There you go…” He kisses your neck before picking up his pace, your moans growing louder as he slams into you. He bites at your neck, leaving marks that the world can see and you drag your nails up his back. He hisses with the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him.

His hips ram into you, the sounds of your bodies and your moans filling the room. His pretty moans mix with yours and create a beautiful symphony of sound. Your stomach flips from his cock and the sounds you both make. He continues to slam into you, his balls slapping against you as he reaches down to rub your clit, never-ending your pleasure.

“Nngh.. Sylus~” You drag out a moan, and he chuckles. His pace quickens before tugging on your clit the same way he tugged on your peaks. You whine louder.

He pulls away from your neck and quickly slips his cock out of your pussy. You sigh at the emptiness but then he quickly flips you over onto your stomach and you yelp. He smirks and slaps your ass before pulling you onto all fours and slamming back into you. “Fuck there it is…”

“Agh!” You scream out as he fills you up instantly, feeling him ten times deeper, his swollen head rubbing your g-spot. “Sylus please…” You moan and he slams you back against him, bruising your hips with his fingertips.

“Taking me so fucking good baby… Such a slut for my cock aren’t you? Hmm?” Sylus talks dirty to you and slaps your reddened cheek once again. The stinging sensation fills your body and you whine louder. He rubs the spot he smacked and continues to fuck you like a ram gone mad.

“Sy… Close, I’m close.” The whisper out of your lips is barely coherent. He pulls you back and fucks you with your back against his chest.

“Mmm, me too baby… Fuck..” He holds you against him, the mirror above your bed, level with you as he forces you to look at yourself being fucked out of your mind. You practically see stars when you lock eyes with him in the mirror. Fighting the embarrassment you look away but he quickly forces your face back.

“Uh uh. Look at me, baby. Look at how fucking pretty you look. How I fill you up…” He bites your ear as he holds your face in his palm, forcing you to keep your eyes on the mirror. Your eyes drop down and watch as your stomach bulges.

His face reddens and his eyes darken as he nears his release. “Baby I’ve gotta pull out…” Sylus moans in your ear and squeezes your breasts in his hands. “Cum for me, come on…”

You moan louder as your walls squeeze around him, your body nearly explosion. He nods as he watches you, your legs beginning to shake.

“Give it to me, pretty…” He purrs in your ear and that was all it took for you to see stars. Your eyes slam shut and you cum on his cock. He moans and quickly pulls out of you before he comes inside of you.

He quickly turns you around and forces you on your knees. “Open.” He demands and you obey him immediately, desperate for his taste. He strokes his length for a second before finishing on your tongue.

You moan and close your eyes as his ropes shoot down your throat and on your tongue. Sylus��� crimson eyes shut as he groans, rope after rope. He twitches one, two times before stopping and he ruffles your hair. He chuckles and wipes your lips of his cum, sticking his finger in your mouth.

“Such a good girl for me…” He pulls you up to your knees in front of him and he kisses you tenderly, his softening cock against your skin. He pulls away and lays you back down, pulling the blanket over you.

Getting off the bed he quickly leaves and grabs a wet cloth, he returns and cleans between your legs before wiping himself. Sylus then throws the cloth into the waste bin and gets under the covers with you, pulling you to him.

He lays your head on his chest and runs his fingers along your skin, feeling himself get sleepy. “Mmm, that was better than any dinner…” He mutters and you mumble in agreement.

“I love you…” You whisper against his chest, and he smiles warmly down at you.

“I love you in every lifetime,” Sylus whispers back and kisses your head before drifting off to sleep.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Third Party

Fandom: The Pitt - Undeserving Universe

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Reader

As requested by @ahopelessromanticwritersworld : I would love every word of the pregnancy journey with Jack being there for her every single step of the way!!!!!

Warning: brief description of labor

Undeserving | Star A New (Final) | The Pitt Masterlist

You were fast tracked into the ER when Cassie saw you in the waiting room. Jack came out and collected you himself when Cassie told him you were out there.

He pulled you into a room, shutting the door behind him, "What's going on? Why didn't you call me?" concern and worry was written all over his face.

You point at him, "That's why. You always look at me like that and I hate it. Like I'm gonna break or something."

Jack sighs and runs a hand down his face, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be...overbearing. I promised I'd look out for you. So what's going on?"

You shrug, "I've just been feeling sick and nauseous for the past few days. Can't keep a meal down. Keep throwing up. Think it's a stomach bug."

"Maybe, but, um" he clears his throat, "...don't get upset when I ask this...when was your last period?"

You freeze and try to think back if you've had your period this month, "Fuck."

Jack holds his hands out, "Hey, don't worry. It's okay. I'm gonna send you up stairs to the OB/GYN. They'll take care of you."

Panic and anxiety settles in you and you look at Jack with wide eyes, "What if-What if I am-Jack, I don't know how I'm gonna do this-"

He pulls you into his arms and holds you against his chest, "Ssshh. Ssshh. It's okay. I got you. I got you."

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You sat in a room in the OBGYN department. Your leg is bouncing and Jack is pacing the room.

Doctor Carmichael enters the room, "Congratulations. You're indeed pregnant."

You break out into a sob and Jack immediately rushes to your side. He gives Doctor Carmichael a nod, "Thanks, Lucy."

She nods, "Of course. Let me know if there's anything else I can do." She sees herself out, giving you and Jack some space.

You pull away, eyes red and watery, "What am I going to do?"

"Do you want to keep it?"

You nod, "I do. This baby is part Andrew. I can't-I won't lose more of him...but I don't know how to be a parent. Let alone a single one. I'll be alone."

Jack shakes his head, "No, you won't. You have me, remember? I'll be there. Every appointment, when your sickness is bad, even if you get weird late night cravings. I'll be there. I'm not letting you deal with this alone, Y/N."

You sob into his chest even more, "Thank you, Jack. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You're going to be okay."

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You break down when you see them and hear the heartbeat. Your little blob of a baby on the screen. Seeing them now, it's become more real. You're pregnant. You're going to be a mom and...Andrew won't be there for them.

You stay at Jack's that night, staring at the picture.

He knocks on the threshold of his guest room, "Hey, food's done."

You sniffle and wipe at your nose and eyes, "I'll eat in a bit."

You hear him sigh and enter the room. He sits beside you on the bed, "You need to make sure you eat and drink lots of water. You gotta stay healthy for your baby."

"i know," you mumble and look at him, "What's for dinner? Chicken alfredo." He stands and offers his hand out to you. You take it with a stand and let him guide you to the dining room.

The table's already set, so all you have to do is sit down. Jack pulls out the chair for you and pushes it back in when you lower yourself. He sits across from you and waits as you take your first bite.

You softly smile at him, "It's good."

He nods in appreciation, "Good," and simply replies before digging into his own plate.

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You're laying on the bed with gel spread all over your stomach. Jack is sitting at your side, his back is straight and hands on his thighs. His demeanor is intimidating but his presence brings you comfort.

"Heartbeat is still strong and...you want to know the sex, correct?"

"Yes, please," you say with a nod.

Dr. Carmichael smiles, "A baby girl."

You break out into a smile, "A girl?"

"Yup. A girl. Would you like print outs?"

"Please."

"Alright. Let me clean you up here," she takes a towel and wipes off the gel and the ultrasound wand, "Okay. I'll get you those prints and then we'll schedule your next appointment."

"Thank you, Doctor," you grin at her and sit up when she exits the room.

You gently rub your belly, "A girl. Andrew wanted a girl."

"Did you guys ever go over names?" he stands and holds out his hand, helping you off the bed.

"He really liked the name Evelyn, mostly because the nickname Evie, was like the pokemon."

Jack snorts, "God, he was such a nerd."

You chuckle sadly, "Yeah, he was." You hug your stomach and a solemn look appears on your face.

"He'd be overjoyed that you're having a girl. He always seemed like he'd be a girl dad."

"Yeah. He said it was because he grew up with brothers."

Jack opens his mouth to reply but Dr. Carmichael steps back in, "Here you go. I printed out three copies for you." She hands you the papers and you smile at them, "Thank you." You take one of the pictures and hand them to Jack, "For your collection."

"Thanks," he replies with a twitch of a smile. He tunes you and Dr. Carmichael out as you schedule your next appointment with her.

His fingers graze over the ultrasound and he makes a silent promise, 'I got them, Drew. Don't worry. I got them.'

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Jack is working when you go into labor. You managed to drive yourself to the hospital and get to the OBGYN floor.

"Get Jack! Please! He's working downstairs!" You grit through the pain of another contraction. Dr. Myers, the OB doctor on your case, nods and sends down a nurse to get Jack.

"Doctor Abbot!" The nurse runs up to him, "Your wife's in labor!"

Jack doesn't even bother to correct her before he's throwing off his gloves and rushing out of the ER.

When he arrives, you're already pushing. He speeds to your side, your hand gripping his.

"You got this, Y/N. You got this."

You shake your head with a cry, "I can't. I can't."

"Yes, you can. You hear me? You can do this! You're gonna be a great mom, okay? First, you gotta push, okay?"

You groan in pain as you push as much as you can. You breathe and you push. Breathe and push. Again and again until you hear your little girl give out her first cry.

You collapse into the bed, a sheen of sweat on your face. You tiredly peer up at Jack and he's a little teary eyed, "She's beautiful."

The nurses clean her up before handing her to you. Wrapped in a pink blanket, you're given your daughter.

"Oh my...hey, sweetheart. I'm your mommy," you press a kiss to her little head, "My sweet, Evelyn."

You look up at Jack again, his eyes red and watery, "You did good, Y/N."

You grab a hold of his hand, "Thank you, Jack."

He sniffles and wipes his eyes, "I'll give you two some space."

Your brows furrow, "You're leaving?"

"I'll be back. I left so abruptly. Need to let everyone downstairs know that my niece arrived."

You nod, "Okay. Tell everyone I said 'hi'."

Jack takes one more look at you and Evelyn then exits the room to head back to the pitt.

[tpwk-formula1]

hi! could i pls get sicilian crust with alfredo sauce, pepperoni, pineapple, roasted mushrooms, and goat cheese. then also sprite, dr pepper, truly, and dessert? sorry for the big order 😭

p.s. i love ur writing so much 🫶🏻

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian dating Alfredo sweet sex pepperoni "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want" pineapple "Look so pretty wrapped around my cock" roasted mushroom “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” goat cheese "Look so pretty like this" sprite size kink dr pepper dirty talk truly belly bulge dessert yes served by Ollie Bearman

Ollie x Gf! Reader

TW - Oral (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, slight teasing, belly bulge, slight size kink

WC 1400+

Y/N POV

"If we get married one da-" I start saying but get quickly cut off by my boyfriend Ollie scoffing making me turn my head with a raised brow.

"IF? If we get married? You mean WHEN we get married," Ollie corrects making me laugh slightly and nod my head in agreeance.

"Well, ya when we get married, would you want to write personal vows or standard ones?" I reply softly with a blush creeping on my cheeks just at the thought of marrying Ollie one day.

"Well, what would you want? I love love to be able to get up in front of our entire family and friends and tell them exactly how much I love you and all the promises I make to you but I understand if you would rather do that in a more personal setting," Ollie replies softly while looking down at me.

We had spent the whole day being pretty lazy and had currently been watching The Office while cuddling when the random question popped up into my head.

"Well, I've always pictured myself doing a first look before I walk down the isle so maybe we could do personal ones just us and maybe with our parents and closest friends and then during the ceremony maybe giving the standard ones," I reply back making Ollie smile and nod.

"Well, that sounds like a good plan to me. I'm shocked a bit that you would want to do a first look," Ollie tells me softly making me laugh lightly.

"I don't know I just love first looks they feel really personal and then that way we can have our moment alone before having a moment for everyone you know. I'm sure there's gonna be a lot of people and eyes on us so I think it would be nice to have something for just us and the important people," I tell Ollie softly making him nod.

"God, we really are gonna have a lot of people there," Ollie says clearly thinking about all the the people we would be inviting to our future wedding.

"You think you're gonna invite all your engineers from Haas and Ferrari?" I ask slightly laughly making Ollie chuckle along.

"Probably not, but definitely the important ones. You gonna invite everyone in your ballet preformances?" Ollie questions with a laugh falling from his lips.

"No, definitely not. Maybe 1 or 2 of them are deserving of an invite. Please tell me you're not inviting every driver on the grid," I jokingly ask while cringing just thinking about how much ruckus the 20 of those boys could cause.

"Oh definitely all 20," Ollie says with a smirk falling on his lips making me laugh and nod.

"Ya I guess they are pretty important," I nod laughing with Ollie.

"You're really gonna marry me one day?" Ollie asks suddenly getting serious.

"Well ya, when the day comes that you ask me to marry you I'll say yes in a heartbeat," I tell him with a smile starting to spread across my face. Ollie matched my smile before pulling me closer to his chest and kissing me softly on the lips.

"I fucking love you," Ollie tells me making me laugh and tell him I loved him too.

I pulled Ollie back in for another kiss this one turning into a heated makeout session with me crawling into Ollie's lap and grinding down softly feeling his cock starting to grow hard under me.

"Fuck baby," Ollie groans making me giggle softly.

"I can feel how hard you are," I reply softly against Ollie's lips making him groan when I grind down harder into his growing cock.

I pull off my shirt quickly leaving my upper body completely bare for Ollie's large hands to grip onto my tits making me whimper slightly.

"God, I love these tits," Ollie groans making me smile softly.

Ollie starts teasing my nipples with his fingers making me whimper before I start pulling off Ollie's shirt making Ollie pull away slightly to help pull it off all of the way.

I look down at Ollie's toned chest making me rub my hands along his chest and abs before settling on the waistband of his shorts pulling them open just slightly so I can sneak my hand and squeeze his hard cock.

"Fuck," Ollie groans when I start jerking him off slightly.

Ollie and I both climb out of bed and strip our clothes off before I pull Ollie in for another kiss and push him to sit on the edge of the bed so I can get on my knees for him.

"Look so pretty like this" Ollie mumbles while staring down at me on my knees for him.

I slowly start jerking his cock off before leaning down and pulling the tip of his large cock into my mouth pulling him farther down my throat and making me gag slightly around his cock.

"Fuck," Ollie moans when I start bobbing my head. I hum softly against his cock knowing how much he loves the soft vibrations against his sensitive cock.

"Slow down," Ollie groans pulling my hair into a ponytail and pulling me up his cock slowly when I start gagging around his cock.

"Don't want you to get hurt," Ollie mumbles when I look up at him confused.

"I'm fine, wanna make you feel good," I explain softly while bringing him back into my mouth and down my throat gagging once again but this time Ollie just groaned and enjoyed the pleasure.

"Fuck, Look so pretty wrapped around my cock," Ollie groaned making me whine around his cock and bring my hand between my thigh to tease my already-soaked pussy.

"Get on the bed," Ollie groaned pulling me up and helping me onto the bed.

Ollie was between my thigh within moments, pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking it like his life depended on it.

"Oh fuck, Ollie," I whimper pulling his hair between my fingers and tugging him closer to my core.

"More," I beg when I feel Ollie slowly slip two fingers into my pussy.

"Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want," Ollie groaned against my pussy while picking up the pace with his fingers making the band in my stomach tighten warning me of the orgasm that is starting to build.

"I want you cumming on my cock," Ollie says while slipping his fingers out of my pussy making me whimper at the loss of pleasure.

Ollie sits up before he slowly slips his cock into my pussy making me whimper when I feel his large cock starting to fill my tight pussy up.

"Oh god," I scream out when Ollie is all the way seated in my pussy. I could feel the stretch of him all around me making me whimper.

"Too big," I gasp when Ollie starts thrusting his hips softly trying to stretch me out as much as possible before picking up his pace.

"Fucking hell, you're so tight," Ollie groans when he can feel me starting to relax around him, allowing him to pick up the pace.

"Ollie," I moan loudly when I can feel my orgasm start to build in the pit of my stomach again.

“Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy,” Ollie groans making me trail my eyes down slightly noticing instantly the bulge that keeps showing back up every time Ollie pushes in all the way.

"Oh Ollie," I gasp in a stunned manner not expecting it to be so noticeable.

"So tight for me," Ollie mumbles while slowly starting to push down on the bulge so I can feel it more.

"Oh fuck," I scream when I start cumming all over Ollie's cock. All the pleasure was far too overwhelming around me I don't realize that OIllie's thrusts have stopped until I feel his cock pulsing deep in my pussy before he starts unleashing rope after rope of his cum.

"Fuck Ollie," I gasp out of breath as he slowly starts slipping out of me making me feel his cum leak from my gaping pussy.

"Fuck," Ollie groans while slowly climbing out of bed and grabbing a discarded shirt on the floor to wipe me down quickly before climbing back into bed and pulling me into his chest.

"Fuck, I could do that the rest of my life," I joke softly making Ollie laugh lightly with me but still nodding his head in agreeance.

[the-offside-rule]

S.G, M.S, J.L (Moonknight) - The Three of You & Me

Requested: gotta love the moonknight ppl

Warnings: not really no

Steven Grant fumbled with his keys at the door of the flat, the heavy thunk of the lock finally giving way as the door creaked open. His face showed a mixture of exhaustion and that unmistakable, endearing Steven charm; hair a bit tousled and his shirt wrinkled from a long day at the museum. He stepped inside with a weary sigh, tossing his bag by the door and kicking off his shoes, not caring where they landed. “Ridiculously tired doesn’t even cover it.” He muttered as he spotted his girlfriend, Y/n, sat on the couch with a blanket draped over her legs. He trudged over and collapsed next to her with a gentle thud, head immediately falling onto her lap. Y/n chuckled, her fingers tussling through his hair as his eyes shuttered shut, his body relaxing into the comfort of her presence.

“Love, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.” Steven groaned, his voice tired yet animated as he began to recount the day’s events. His hand traced absentminded patterns on her arm, seeking comfort as much as he was giving it. “So, yeah, Donna’s been on me all day. She goes, ‘Steven, I need you to catalog all these artifacts before lunch,’ right? And I’m thinking, that’s impossible. She’s giving me-" He paused dramatically, lifting his head slightly to make his point. "Mummified cats! Actual ancient felines, Y/n. Who just tosses that at someone before lunch?” He shook his head in disbelief before lowering it back against her shoulder. “And the tourists, don’t get me started. Asking me questions like I run the whole museum. I’ve had to tell people ‘I'm not a bloody tour guide’ at least six times today, because Donna like, freaks out when I go about 'nattering' on about Egypt.”

Y/n smiled softly, letting him rant, knowing he needed this space to unwind. She ran her fingers through his hair as he spoke, his voice growing softer with each complaint, the day clearly catching up with him. His eyelids drooped, his words becoming slower and less coherent. “I don’t know how you put up with me.” He mumbled sleepily, already half-asleep in her arms. She kissed the top of his head gently. “Because I love you, Steven.” He muttered something unintelligible, trailing off as sleep finally claimed him. His body relaxed completely, his breathing becoming slow and steady.

But after a minute, Y/n felt the subtle shift she had come to recognize. Steven’s body tensed slightly, his muscles twitching in a way that was different from the usual sleep movements. His breathing changed, becoming deeper, more controlled. When his eyes fluttered open again, they no longer carried the soft, dreamy expression she knew from Steven.

Marc Spector was awake now.

Y/n smiled knowingly as his gaze met hers, his expression focused and alert. Marc gave her a small, almost apologetic smile as he stretched, cracking his neck with a quiet sigh. “Hello, Marc.” She greeted him softly. Marc’s lips tugged into a brief smile. “Hey.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Steven was exhausted.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I could tell.” Y/n said with a chuckle, watching him stand up from the couch and head to the kitchen. “You hungry?” Marc asked, already rummaging through the fridge, pulling out ingredients without much thought. “I can make something.”

“Sure, I could eat.” She replied, leaning back into the couch, content to watch him move around the kitchen with the ease of someone used to taking over when needed. In a matter of minutes, Marc had whipped up a plate of grilled cheese. He sighed as he plopped down beside her, handing her the plate and grabbing the control for the TV. "I expected some alfredo or something." Y/n joked. "You said you were starved, pasta takes too long to make." Marc replied, the quiet hum of the television filling the space. "How righteous. You sure it's not because you can't cook?" He scoffed. "Steven can't cook, I made our food before you came along." He said, putting the control down and grabbing a half.

After dinner, Marc flipped through the channels yet again, landing on something mindless, and sat back down, pulling Y/n close as they watched TV. But even Marc couldn’t stave off sleep forever. He yawned, stretching as he set the remote down and leaned back into the couch. “Guess it’s my turn to knock out.” He murmured, his voice rough with fatigue. Y/n smiled, brushing her hand through his hair. “Goodnight, Marc.” He mumbled something in response, already slipping into sleep. But it didn’t last long before that familiar shift happened again—his body changing, his posture becoming more relaxed yet somehow more confident. When his eyes opened this time, they held a sharp, mischievous gleam.

Jake Lockley was awake.

Y/n couldn’t help but smirk at the sudden change in his demeanor. “Buenos días, Jake.” she said with a teasing smile, despite the fact that it was still very much night-time. “Buenos días.” Jake replied with a chuckle, heading straight for the coffee machine. He moved with a smooth, confident ease that was completely distinct from either Steven or Marc. “Coffee? At this hour?” Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow as he poured himself a cup, the rich aroma filling the room. “I’ve got a job to do.” Jake said, taking a sip and leaning casually against the counter, his dark eyes focused on her. "Cab driving or cab driving." He chuckled. “Don't worry about it, cariño. Won’t be long.” He said finishing the cup of coffee and placing it in the sink. "Marc will clean this later, right?" She chuckled. "He won't like it but probably." He nodded along, the corners of his lips tugging upward. "Vale, hasta luego, cariño." He was about to reach for the door handle when he felt a delicate hand on his arm. “Be careful, okay?” Jake’s grin softened just a bit, his rough exterior giving way as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her temple. “Siempre tengo cuidado. No te preocupes por esa carita bonita.” He murmured, his voice low and full of quiet reassurance. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She nodded, watching as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He gave her one last glance, his expression full of unspoken promises, before slipping out into the night. The flat felt a little quieter with him gone, but Y/n knew better than to worry. Jake always came back, and she’d be waiting for him.

[gracie-eilish]

can you write billie and reader just cooking dinner together? like just super fluffy and wholesome - maybe, if ur comfy, billie is really proud of the reader and how she's healed her relationship with food??

comfort food

warnings: none, just fluff :)

an: i’m home alone for the night and this is just so what i imagine nights would be like

“hi lovey!” billie called out from the living room at the sound of the front door to her apartment closing. she knew it was you.

“hi bub,” you replied with less energy than usual.

you walked into her living room, already donning some sweats, dropping your overnight bag next to the couch, before dropping yourself onto billie’s lap, melting into her arms.

“long day?” she asked, kissing your hair.

“mm, not really. just kinda chaotic, lot of weird things going on.” you nuzzled your nose by her jaw, taking in her scent and feeling your heartbeat slow as you relaxed.

“wanna talk about it? i mean, how chaotic can a gift store be?” she giggled playfully.

“ugh don’t even get me started,” you sat up a bit so you could see her better. “BUT! if you would like to get me started, can we at least make food first, i’m literally withering away over here.”

billie snorted at your theatrics, but scooted you off her so you two could head to the kitchen. you headed over to her pantry, opening the door and just taking a look in at what you two were working with.

“whatcha wanna make, doll? or we could order something, whatever you want.”

“do you have pasta sauce?” you asked rather pointedly, making billie giggle at your sudden enthusiasm.

“i believe i do,”

“GREAT! i want pasta.” you cut her off, and billie nearly doubled over at your hangry tendencies.

the two of you had been dating for about a month now, and she found something new to love about you every day. today happened to be your love (and aggressive craving) of pasta.

“sit down, you, let the italian take over here.” billie lifted her hands in surrender and leaned back against the counter while you shuffled around her kitchen like you belonged there, setting up a pot of water to boil. while the water started to simmer, you grabbed everything else you would need.

“you want something else in there? i have stuff to make vegan vodka sauce or alfredo? ooh or! my mom sent me this spicy pasta recipe….. you don’t look excited about any of those, babe.” you giggled, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“you’re adorable. thank you, but i think i just want regular pasta tonight. that spicy pasta i may ask for next time, though.”

you sent billie on pasta water duty while you slipped away to the bathroom real quick. when you returned, billie was taking the spaghetti out of the box, ready to go into the water.

“did you salt the water?!” she froze like a deer in the headlights.

“salt the water? does that like affect the taste?” you stood staring at her for a moment.

“you know what i’m gonna be so honest with you, i have zero fucking clue what it does.”

“let the italian take over!” she mocked.

“just gimme that,” you couldn’t hide your smile if you tried. pinching some salt into the water, and dropping the pasta in, all while billie snuck her arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

you both simultaneously turned your heads when a certain duo padded into the kitchen, soft whines filling the air.

“well hello you two,” billie said in her little voice, looking at the two dogs that had been fed… not even 30 minutes ago. she kneeled down to give them both pets while you continued stirring your noodles. she stopped suddenly looking past them for a second, then turning to face you.

“can dogs eat spaghetti?” she couldn’t even get the sentence out before you both were crying with laughter.

for a while, you two just stood in comfortable silence, occasionally broken by puppy whines, while you stirred the noodles. you tapped the spoon a few times before setting it down and turning around in billie’s arms. you laid your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes. she inhaled deeply and pressed a few kisses to the top of your head.

“i like when you’re here like this,” she whispered softly, her own eyes fluttering closed.

“like what?” you mumbled into her hoodie.

“like.. like normal. like when i’m doing laundry, or you’re cleaning your bathroom when we’re at your place. orrrrrr… when we’re cooking dinner together after a long day at work.”

you lifted your head up, blushing as you bit back a smile.

“i like it too.” she leaned in, closing the gap between you, pulling you closer by your waist, your own arms wrapping around her neck softly.

a sizzling sound on the stove made you both pull away suddenly.

“shit!” you giggle whispered, turning the heat down a bit watching your pasta practically bubble over.

once you had dodged that fiacso, you looked over to see billie already prepping the sauce in two bowls; one how she likes it, and the other how you like it. you turned off the stove, and went to go grab a strainer... only to find it already in the sink ready for you to use.

"let me do that, love," billie carefully took the pot from your hand, pouring the pasta into the strainer carefully. now it was your turn to wrap your arms around her from behind. you rested your cheek between her shoulder blades while she shook out the excess water, and scooped it into your two bowls. she turned around, cupping your cheeks, squishing them a bit, before giving you a dramatic kiss.

the two of you sat down next to each other at billie's little kitchen table, your head on her shoulder while you both started eating.

"so you wanna tell me about your chaotic day now?" she nudged your side.

"OH MY GOD I FORGOT!" your mouth was full of food, but your energy and enthusiasm spiked right back up from earlier. "you remember mr. black friday?" billie scrunched her nose, nodding, remembering one of your little characters from work.

"HE FUCKING SHOWED UP TODAY!" the two of you sat and talked for the next hour, shifting positions every so often to get comfy on the kitchen chairs, chatting like two teenage girls at a sleepover.

it was fun, it was easy, it was domestic, it was warm and cozy.

billie cleared the table, smiling as she saw the bottom of your bowl scraped clean. she didn't say anything about it, but she was proud. you continued to yap away about the silly customers who overshared their lives, that one old lady who always returned things within 24 hours of purchasing them, and that one dude who never failed to show up with his dog for some reason.

without interrupting, she lured you back over to the couch, letting you drape yourself in her lap, cozying up to her under the fluffy throw blanket she had tossed over the side.

as she listened to you talk, billie couldn't help but feel like this was so much more than comfort food. this was you finding comfort in the private corners of billie's life, nuzzling your way deeper and deeper into her heart with each passing day.

[spencerreidsrightsock]

Jealous!spencer pleaseee😩

My Girl

Summary: you and Spencer get into a heated argument when he comes back from a case. The team invited the two of you out for drinks and Penelope talks you into making Spencer jealous.

TW! MDNI! Smut, Jealous Spencer, lowkey possessive? teasing, dirty talk, degradation (kind of), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creamp!e, breeding kink?anything else.

Pairing: Jealous!Spencer x fem!reader

A/N: LAWD I go ravenous over jealous Spence 😫 also this is in first person pov

You and Spencer had been dating for almost two years. He worked for the FBI’s behavioral analysis unit. He was gone a lot of the time, sometimes for 4-6 days. You got lonely so you both spent your time apart texting and talking on the phone. He has recently been away on a case in Oregon. He talked like they were close to catching the unsub so that meant he’d be home shortly.

Fast forward to the next night. You were cooking some chicken Alfredo for yourself. You heard your phone buzz, you quickly picked it up. It was a text from Spencer. “Hey love, we’re boarding the jet. I’ll let you know when we land.” The text read. “Okay love, safe travels. I love you!” You replied, smiling and sitting your phone down. You plated up your dinner and sat at the table. You smiled to yourself knowing in hours he’d be in your arms.

You tried so hard to stay up to welcome him home but the day had worn you out and before you knew it you were jerked into a dream looking at the back of your eyelids.

Spencer arrived home early that morning. He slipped into bed next to you and pulled you close to him. The next morning you woke up and seen him beside you. You excitedly jumped up kicking your legs over his waist. “Spence I missed you so much” you squeaked squeezing him. He stirred opening his eyes. He smiled at you wrapping his arms around your waist. “Goodmorning baby, I missed you too” he said leaning up to catch your lips in a kiss.

“Hey so everyone wants to go out for drinks tonight. Are you up for it?” He asked you sitting up. You crawled off of him. “Yeah let’s go. It’ll be fun” you said. That afternoon you and Spencer had gotten into a small argument over something so stupid. You walked off into your room to start getting ready. You already knew your game plan for later.

He had sat with the guys while you sat with the girls. You had confided in Penelope about you and Spencer’s argument that afternoon. “Girl. Make him jealous, he will forget all about it and forgive you” she said. “Oh there’s the perfect guy” she said pointing behind you. The man saw her pointing and walked over. “What was that about?” He questioned the pair of you. “Oh nothing” you say looking up giving him a flirty smirk. You knew you’d never do anything or anything to hurt Spencer. But just enough to get him going.

The guy sat beside you and you two made small talk. Spencer glanced over to you seeing you smiling and laughing with the mystery guy. “Oh hell no” he mumbled under his breath. He stood up going over to you. He grabbed your hand, “y/n, come on.” You stood up and followed him outside. “We’re going home since you want to be a bad girl” he said opening the car door for you. You slid in, smiling in anticipation for what was to come.

He got in the drivers seat and drove home not saying a word during the drive. He pulled into the drive and got out opening your door. He walked behind you and gave your ass a hard slap. “Going to teach you a lesson” he mumbled. He unlocked the front door, both of you walking in. He threw his keys on the couch and shoved you against the wall, aggressively kissing you and letting his hands roam your body.

“Gonna teach you that I own your body, I’m the only one who knows how to please you” he spits out. He picks you up and walks into the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.” He demands and you obey him. You slid out of your shoes, jeans, and top. Then slowly slid out of your black lace thongs and matching bra. You lay on the bed and look up at him.

“Such a beautiful girl, all mine” he says ridding himself of his shoes, shirt and pants. He crawls up your body connecting his lips to yours. He plunges two fingers deep into your already soaked pussy. “So wet for me” he says. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you quickly, curling them inside of you. He could feel you start to clench around him. “You don’t get to cum until I say you can” he spits out. You huff and moan in response. “Please Spence I’m sorry” you plead with him. “It’s too late for sorrys” he says chuckling, seeing the affect he has on your body.

He continues his assault on your body with his fingers. After a few minutes of you teetering on the edge, he mutters the words you longed to hear, “cum darling” he says kissing your lips. You let go squeezing your legs and clenching around his fingers til your legs were shaking. Once you came down he got up beside you, “that’s my good girl”. He crawls down your body slowly til his hard cock is pressed against your slick folds. “Gonna fuck this pussy” he spits out, he takes ahold of his cock and slides it between your folds.

He slowly slides into you, bottoming out. “So tight for me, your body was made for my cock baby” he says coming down to kiss your neck. “Please move Spencer” you moaned out clenching around his cock. “Since you asked so nice I will” he says chuckling. He then picks his pace up a little bit. With every thrust in he hits the threshold of your cervix. “Fuck faster Spencer please.” You yell out arching your back.

He obeys and lifts one leg up over his shoulder so he could go deeper. “Fuck Spence your cock feels so good” you moan out. “My pussy, this is my pussy” he says in a possessive tone. He looks down giving you a devilish look. “I’m so close Spence” you moan out, your hands coming up to rest on his toned chest. “Cum for me baby” he spits out and continues to rut deep inside of you. You came moaning his name. He thrusted a few more times, he chokes out “gonna fill this pussy baby, gonna mark you so no one wants it but me” and with that he stilled inside of you, his cock throbbing and spirts of cum shooting deep inside of you, this made you cum around him again.

He keeps himself buried inside of you and leans down to press a kiss on your lips. “I love you baby” he says. “I love you too Spence, I’m sorry about earlier.” You say with saddened eyes. “I know you are” he says tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He then slowly pulls himself out of you, cum seeped from your hole and he brings his finger down to pick it up and slide it back into you, you let out a hiss.

He goes into the bathroom and comes back with a wet rag to clean you. He throws it in the laundry bin and lays down beside you. He wraps you up in his arms stroking your hair. “I love you so much y/n” he says kissing your head. “I love you” you say back burying your head in his chest.

A few minutes later your breath evened out so he knew you had fallen asleep. He laid there thinking about your future together if, indeed you ended up pregnant from this night together. He couldn’t help but smile.