#sweet cherry fic

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SWEET CHERRY || Joel Miller x f!reader || 4,8k

Summary: Joel takes your virginity. Gently, slowly, talking you through it.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, pwp, big not specified legal age gap, virginity loss, insecure reader, soft!Joel, soft!dom vibes, praise kink, size kink, mirror sex, f/m oral, fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, aftercare. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no physical description.

A/n: here’s my first virginity loss fic, friends! Hope you will like it❤️ Joel whispers ‘thank you’ into @milla-frenchy ‘s ear for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

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Joel is waiting for you in his truck, parked a block away from your house. He told you once that you didn’t want anyone to see you with an old man like himself. You kissed his scruffy cheek that time and assured him that he wasn’t old. Yes, he was older than you, much much older but you were an adult, very mature for your age and also you didn’t care. You loved him.

Joel is a real man, not like the silly boys who always try to pick you up. He looks like a real man, with gray patches in his stubble, his tired piercing eyes and wrinkles around them that you love to kiss so much. His body, big and broad, can easily envelop you whole like a warm cloud. The cloud usually smells like cigarettes and whiskey but you tell yourself, "he smells like a real man," and when you nuzzle his neck, that scent alone makes you soak your panties.

You hop into his truck with the happiest smile on your face, excitement and nerves swirling in your stomach. You’re wearing a red lacy set to show him how mature you are underneath his favorite dress, white with little red cherries on it. Joel always compliments you when you wear it and makes sure to kiss every single cherry on your chest.

Today is the day Joel is going to pop your cherry. You’re going to lose your virginity to the love of your life.

Joel greets you with a soft kiss, and while you’re a little hazy from his taste in your mouth, he starts the car.

“Where are we going?” you ask but you don’t really care. You’d go anywhere with him.

“A motel, baby. Only the best for ya.”

You almost squeal at the idea of you two having a whole room to yourselves. You usually spend time in his truck or he drives you to the outskirts of the town, far from the prying eyes. You love it there— lying on the soft grass and stargazing with his strong arms wrapped around you.

Joel is a man and men have needs so you give him a handie now and then but he never makes you do anything you don’t want to. He’s a gentleman.

He’s getting a room while you’re waiting for him outside of the reception, nervously pacing a spot at the parking lot. What if you fuck up and he sees that you’re just a silly girl, too young for him? What if it hurts too much? You’ve practiced with a toy but you know he’s much bigger.

You’re chewing on your lower lip, widened eyes glued to the ground, and miss the moment when Joel comes up to you.

"Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart?" he cups your cheek, searching for your eyes, and you smile, enjoying the warmth of his giant palm in spite of the Texas sun, beating down on you both.

"Just a little nervous," you admit, looking up at his handsome face. Joel gives you an understanding smile and his gruff voice immediately calms you down when he says,

"Don't be, darlin’. I'll be gentle with you. And we can stop whenever you want."

“‘k,” you mumble with a nod and take a deep breath. You want it and you know, it will be perfect.

The motel room smells like cigarette smoke and old furniture but you don’t mind. You don’t care about its peeling off wallpaper, the flickering lights in the bathroom or the stained bedding with a pattern that looks like spider webs. You’re staring at it with disgust on your face, wondering who would choose such an ugly cover.

Two big hands on your hips bring you back from your thoughts and move you around. Joel locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing and curious.

“You’re so quiet today, babygirl. Sure you wanna do this?”

“Yes, Joel. Please,” you reply hastily, scared he’ll change his mind.

He gives you a little smile and pinches your chin between his thick fingers. His touch, his scent, his gaze, everything about him washes away your fears and worries. He’s huge and safe and you trust him to make this day special. For the both of you.

He leans down and kisses you, his lips warm and slightly chafed, his stubble and scruffy beard rubbing your sensitive skin but you’re enjoying him too much to notice. Like a little flower you are reaching up to your only sun - him. You’re drunk on the sensation of his tongue, licking assertively into your moaning mouth. Your pussy tingles and you feel yourself gush more and more. With Joel’s lips brushing the corner of your mouth you hear him whisper, “Ready, sweetheart?”

You nod, rubbing your cheek against his and then follow him to the bed, your little hand in his, giant, warm.

Joel sits down and you stand between his spread thighs. You nervously shift on your feet under his dark gaze as he looks you up and down and bucks his hips. His bulge is huge and you swallow loudly.

“Can I take your dress off, babygirl?”

With a quiet ‘yes’ you turn around so he could unzip you. You’re facing a mirror now, hanging on a wardrobe door, eyes locked with your reflection. Fear and anxiety paint your features so you take a deep breath again, not wanting to look like a scared little mouse. You want him to see you ready for what you two are about to do.

You giggle when Joel’s knuckles graze your soft skin, tickling you, gliding down along your back as your body erupts in goosebumps. Joel acknowledges your reaction with a soft chuckle and then his warm lips press to your exposed waist. You smile, helping him take your dress off.

“Fuck,” Joel mumbles as you turn around to face him, “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he apologises for the cursing as his obsidian eyes are gliding over your body, wrapped in the red lace as if you’re a present gifted to him. “You’re making my head spin. Are ya wearin’ it for me, baby?”

You reply with a shy ‘yes’ and he groans, palming himself.

“Naughty girl. Killing me over here,” he fake complains, wetting his lower lip.

His lustful gaze, barely noticeable shaking of his gruff voice, his bulge growing in his jeans— all the signs of his desire make your heart sing and core burn with need.

“Please, Joel.” You press your thighs together, desperate for any pressure, and he nods,

“Yes, babygirl, I know, I know. Let’s make you feel good.”

His palms placed on your hips turn you around, so you’d face the mirror again, and he pulls you down on his lap. You bite your lip, when his stiffness twitches under your left asscheek, and take a sharp breath, being reminded of how huge his cock is. Will you be able to take him?

As if reading your mind, Joel rasps against your shoulder,

“I’m big, honey, but ain’t nothing to worry about. We gonna get ya ready, yeah?”

“Yes, Joel, I trust you.”

“‘s good, babygirl. Jus’ relax and let me do the work.”

You whimper, imagining ‘the work’ he’s about to do. With a hum Joel places his hands on your inner thighs and spreads them apart. You lift your head from his hands to the reflection of you two in the mirror. You’re sitting on his lap, so small in comparison with his huge frame. He’s nuzzling the crease of your neck, and your nipples perk up under the thin fabric of your bra. His scent, his body make your pussy melt into your panties and your fear you’re going to soak them through and stain his jeans.

Your gasp breaks the silence in the room when you see and feel his hand slither to the apex of your thighs. With one arm wrapped around your waist, Joel cups your clothed pussy with the other hand and you breathe out his name.

“Yes, sweetheart, I’m right here. Fuck, ya soaked.” He gently sucks on your neck, stroking your seam with his thumb through a red lace, covering your pussy. You mewl and wriggle in his lap impatiently and he growls, when his cock twitches under your ass.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.”

His thumb slides under your panties and he pulls the gusset to the side exposing your wet folds to his and your eyes in the mirror.

He’s never gone that far, never seen you like this and your whole body vibrates with a heady mix of excitement and nerves. Your cheeks burn as embarrassment adds to all the emotions that are swirling in your stomach. You’ve never been that exposed for anyone, no one has ever witnessed your wet desire, coating your folds. As if sensing your discomfort Joel starts whispering words of reassurance in your ear, his gaze set on your glistening cunt in the mirror.

“Look at this pretty pussy, fuck, she’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

You whine, trying to close your legs but he stops you, his hand pressing on your inner thigh, rubbing your skin there.

“She’s crying for me, see? My cock’s cryin’ for her too. And I’ll make her feel good, baby. Gonna make her drool even more.”

You nod, fluttering your eyes shut at the sensations of his thick fingers grazing your hardening clit just barely. Suddenly Joel slightly bites on your earlobe and rasps,

“Open your eyes, babygirl. Want you to see how I’m gonna make you come.”

You do what he says and see the hand rise up from your belly to your chest and he pulls your bra down, exposing your breasts. He groans at the sight of your pebbled nipples and kneads your tit with his warm palm.

The other hand returns to your soft pussy and he starts stroking your twitching clit with his thumb.

He’s playing you like his guitar, making you sing for him with a calloused pad of his finger, brushing over your bud up and down, up and down, like it’s a string of his favorite instrument, at the same time twitching your nipples. His movements are slow and gentle but precise and determined, and you’re reduced to a moaning crying mess in a matter of seconds.

“Please, please, please— ,” you’re begging, barely breathing, lips brushing his scruffy cheek. You can’t watch him and you in the mirror anymore, it’s too much for your mind, for your eyes. You try to pace yourself, nuzzling his face.

“Yes, baby, I’ll make you come, soon. So soon,” he replies to your pleas as his tongue licks your lower lip and you open your mouth, letting him in. He’s kissing you passionately as he shifts his hand a little, making his fingers cover your sopping hole while his thumb is playing with your clit.

Joel traces your entrance with his middle finger and then slowly pushes it in. You gasp at the sensation and your walls clench hard around it, as he’s inserting it to the knuckle.

“Already warm and wet. Good girl.”

You dare to glance in the mirror and you see him plunge his digit in and out of your tight weeping hole, slowly, with a steady rhythm.

“Have ya been practicing like I asked you, babygirl?”

“Yes,” you reply with your brows pulled together and mouth slightly opened.

“Yeah, I see that,” he smiles into your cheek, “ya taking me well. We can add another one.”

As soon as he says it, his index finger joins the middle one in your slicked up channel and you feel the stretch, though it burns just a little, and you smile with relief.

Joel continues fingering you, and, to your horror, you hear squelching sounds, coming from your pussy. The pleasure is growing but you mewl with embarrassment, “Oh, no.”

Joel’s quick to comfort you, whispering in your ear,

“‘s a great sound, babygirl. Means she’s ready for me. All this juice gonna help me slide right inside ya.”

You nod and tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Your eyes flutter shut as his movements take you higher with every pump. Everything disappears, what’s left is only you and him, his fingers in your pussy, his broad chest at your back, his thick cock pulsating under your ass. You're so gone with ecstasy, that you don’t notice the third finger inserted into your widening hole.

“Gonna make you come now, sweetheart,” Joel gruffs and curves his fingers. He starts shaking his hand, not moving his digits in and out but keeping them hooked into your pussy, making vibrations with his hand. He’s hitting your clit with the heel of his palm and soon you unravel, crying and shaking so hard he has to keep you on his lap, holding you with his strong arm wrapped around your torso. Your face is twisted in euphoria but you don’t see it, your surroundings morph into a burst of fireworks behind your eyelids. Of course you had good orgasms before but never such a hard one.

Joel hums with satisfaction, kissing your temple, your cheek, your half opened lips, mumbling,

“That’s my girl… yeah, c’mon… god, she’s squeezing me hard… perfect little pussy.”

He’s embracing you tight through the aftershocks and when you finally still, he cups your sloppy cunt and holds it, keeping it warm as his whole body slightly sways from side to side. The motion is lulling you to sleep. Pleasant tingling in your body, his arms, which are giving you comfort, his heart, beating with a steady rhythm against your back, all of it makes your eyes close and you fall into darkness.

Joel wakes you up with a kiss on your lips as if you’re his Sleeping Beauty. You’re lying on the motel bed and your Prince Charming’s hard cock is poking your thigh. Joel got undressed while you were out and as you sit up, rubbing your eyes, you can’t help but ogle his tan chest with dark hair, gray patches here and there, his broad shoulders, his soft belly and a gorgeous cock. It’s long and thick and your pussy clenches with a mixture of fear and arousal. His red wet tip makes you want to wrap your lips around it but you’re too shy to ask.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you mumble. “How long was I asleep?”

“Don’t worry. Just a few minutes. And my eyes are over here,” Joel says with a chuckle and you realize that you’ve been talking to his cock the whole time. You smile, raising your eyes to his, feeling your cheeks heat up and he rubs your shoulder,

“‘s ok, sweetie. You can look.”

He brings his hand to his bobbing member and gives it a few pumps. You see a clear drop of precum bead and involuntarily lick your lips.

He notices it and smirks, “oh, baby.”

You get bold and ask with your eyes only, they dart from his cock to his eyes.

“Yes, baby, you can play with it a little. But not too long. ‘m afraid I’ll come too soon like that and we need to put it in your needy pussy first, yeah?”

You nod and hastily sit on your hinges, getting comfortable. You hover your mouth over his glistening mushroom and then wrap your lips around it. Your tongue gently dances over the slit as you drink his salty juice. The taste sends a new surge of arousal to your entrance and you shift on your knees, feeling wetness pool between your folds and thighs. Like a shark feeling blood, Joel brings his hand to your ass and glides his palm over the globes of your cheeks and then slides his hand between your messy folds. You push your hips back, rubbing yourself against his palm and at the same time taking him further into your mouth, licking the underside sloppily, drooling over his stiffness.

“Oh, fuck, hnggg,” you hear Joel’s groan and then he slightly slaps your folds, getting your attention.

“Easy, baby, or I’m gonna feed ya all of my cum. And we want it here today,” he gives your pussy another light slap from the back and you moan, pulling away from his cock.

The next second he sits up and hastily says,

“I want one more orgasm from you. And we’ll be good to go.”

His hands gently push you to lie down and he helps to slide your bra and panties off. You take a sharp breath when the air of the room hits your soaked folds, your pussy getting completely exposed to him.

“Look at you,” Joel’s dark gaze is taking in your naked breasts, a heaving belly, and a puffy cunt, dripping for him onto the sheets.

He brings his calloused palm to your throat and slowly glides it down, barely touching your chest, grazes your perked up nipples, then moves down to your stomach and the mound and then slithers between your thighs. He cups your pussy again and you whimper when he places his index and middle finger on your folds and presses your clit between them with his thick digits. He starts rubbing it over your pussy lips, moving his hand up and down, and you moan. Your eyes roll back as you concentrate on another orgasm building but soon they open wide when you feel his mouth on your folds and clit.

He flicks the peeking out bud with his tongue and sucks on it. Then he pulls his fingers away, gets comfortable between your thighs and starts licking you in earnest, rubbing your clit with the flat of his wet hot tongue. You clutch his graying curls with your fingers and hold on to him, afraid to float away, because of the immense pleasure he’s giving you.

“Ahh, Joel— please— so good— oh my god,” a string of moans and pleas is leaving your mouth, but he slaps the side of your ass and growls into your throbbing cunt,

“Wanna come? Take it from me, babygirl, c’mon.” With that he opens his mouth with his tongue sticking out and starts moving your hips up and down, as your pussy is grinding against his strong muscle. Then his hands leave you and you whine.

“I said, use me. Use my mouth, babygirl,” Joel commands and, desperate for another release, you swiftly follow his order and begin moving your hips up and down, making your dripping cunt roll against his tongue, lips, mustache and scruffy chin, chasing your high, feverishly.

A content smile tugs at his slicked up lips when he sees you take control, using him for your pleasure, and he hums with satisfaction when soon you are wriggling on the bed, moaning loudly, as waves of euphoria ripple through your body. You almost sob from the intensity, not able to believe how hard you come with him, as if everything before was bleak and dull and now you finally see the colors around you.

“Joel,” you murmur, your voice is barely audible, and he climbs up your body before taking you in his big strong arms. He’s hot and big against you, all around you, and you nuzzle his hairy chest for a few seconds, catching your breath and resting.

He mumbles his praise against your temple, “my good girl—did so good—came so hard for me.”

You smile and weakly raise your face to his,

“Am I ready, Joel? I want—.”

“Yes, baby? What do you want?”

“You know.”

He pinches your chin between his fingers, keeping your eyes locked with his.

“Wanna hear you say it? Need you to say it.”

“I want you inside me?”

“Are you asking?” he breathes out a chuckle.

“No, Joel. I want you to fuck me.”

“Jesus, babygirl. Ok.”

His face gets serious and he moves to the top of the bed with you in his arms and leans against the headboard. You try to slide off him but he manhandles you to straddle his thighs.

“Jus’ sit in my lap like that,” he gruffs, pressing his chest to yours. You look down and see his cock, nesting between your bodies. The tip smears precum on your belly and you whine with desire.

“It’s so big, Joel. What if I can’t take it?”

“You can. I stretched your pussy good. And we’ll stop if it hurts, ‘k?”

You nod and lightly roll your hips against his hard cock and heavy balls under your entrance.

“Hngg, stop it, little minx. You’ll make me spill the goods too early.”

You give him a mischievous smile and then peck his lips to apologize for your naughtiness but he doesn’t let you pull away and holds you tight, his tongue breaching your lips and stealing your kiss with hunger and love. So much love that you drown in it, in the feeling of his body, his hot skin pressed to yours, his mighty manhood throbbing just for you.

Not breaking the kiss, Joel lifts your body up with his arm around your waist and his hand guides his fat cock to your entrance. Soon you feel his tip nudge your wet hole and he slowly lowers you, spreading your folds with his fat head.

“Hnggg,” Joel roars and his chest vibrates against your squished up breasts. You take a sharp breath as his tip is filling you. A thought flashes in your mind, “it’s not that bad, I can take him,” but he keeps going and soon you’re whining, as your walls spread, your pussy trying to adjust to his girth and you start panting against his lips.

“Joel, it hurts,” you mewl and he stops spearing you with his cock.

“Shhh… you’re doin’ so good, babygirl. Jus’ need to go a little deeper.”

He kisses your lips, you both breathing heavily, as you are trying to fight the dull pain, licking at your core, and Joel is gathering all his strength to keep himself from plunging his cock as deep as possible.

“Fuck, ya tight. Never felt anything like this sweet cunt, baby,” he groans through gritted teeth, “Shoulda done it earlier. Coulda been balls deep in you every day by now.”

“Oh, Joel,” you whimper at his filthy words but the fire burning your insides is slowly morphing into pleasure, as he begins fucking up into you, getting deeper inch by inch. Your nails dig into his biceps, the sensation so overwhelming you’re afraid you might faint. Joel’s lips brush your cheek as he mumbles through the panting,

“Can you— hnggg, sit on my cock, sweetie, don’t wanna hurt ya, c’mon,” he grunts as his hands roam your body, sliding to your ass as he spreads your cheeks and you feel the air cooling your soaked folds and holes.

“Yeah, ok, I’ll try.”

You’d do anything for him right now. In need of his support, you take his face between your sweaty palms and search for his hazy eyes. Your thumbs rub his scruffy cheeks as you’re getting lost in his dark lustful eyes and, knowing that your pussy is close to swallowing his cock fully, you take a final step. You lower your body, piercing your crying cunt with his manhood. His big balls twitch, flush with your ass, and you gasp at the fullness you’re experiencing. You both moan loudly before Joel’s mouth crushes against yours and he’s drinking your whimpers, returning them with his own grunts.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby, you’re perfect for my cock,” Joel is praising you but the adrenaline coursing in your veins pulls you down into the pits of euphoria and you barely hear him. Your gaze falls to the place where you two are joined, your folds spread widely around his glistening base, surrounded by dark wet hair, and the sight, the sensation make you bite your lower lip till you taste metal on your tongue. You flutter your eyes shut but Joel calls for you,

“Baby, come back to me.”

You look at his face twisted in pleasure as he grunts, “Gonna fuck you now, darlin’. Can’t wait anymore.”

You nod and his hands slither under your ass before he starts moving you up and down his cock, your tight cunt massaging it. His strong arms lift you so easily, his muscles bulging as you’re holding on to them.

Joel’s forehead is covered in sweat, some of his curls sticking to it, as he’s groaning and swearing, pushing his member into you again and again.

You softly mewl with every kisshis tip is giving to your cervix, and you revel in the pleasure when he reaches something hidden and ecstatic inside your core.

“Gonna come, Joel!” you almost cry out, as he is taking you higher.

“Not yet, babygirl. Want you to fuck yourself on my cock. Ride me.”

“How? I— I don’t know if I can,” you breathe out, your eyebrows pulled together, as your gaze darts between his eyes.

“Jus’ bounce on it, like that.” Joel grabs your hips with his bear hands and shows you how to do it, guiding you. You follow his movements and soon you’re lifting and lowering your hips, pussy sliding up and down his huge manhood, as Joel leans back on the headboard and watches you work his cock, his eyes hazy but fully focused on you.

To steady yourself you brace your hands on his broad chest and scratch his skin with your nails, when your pussy starts clamping around a man’s cock for the first time in your life. You sob through moans, as euphoria is shaking your body and Joel’s hands keep you from falling off him, when you’re trembling hard in his lap.

“Yes, yes—I’m here, baby—I gotch ya—ahhh, keep squeezing my cock— your little cunt is drooling all over me— shit, gonna come—“ he chokes on his words and you suddenly feel warmth spread inside your contracting pussy. It’s such a great sensation when he fills up your already full cunt and you don’t stop jumping on his cock, churning his warm load deep inside you, squelching sounds mixing with Joel’s grunts and your whimpers.

Your juices and his cum soon cover your folds and asscheeks and his thighs get cold and slippery, coated with your joined liquids. You feel filthy and it turns you on so much, that it makes your head spin.

“Joel, hold me, please,” you beg, lowering your torso on his heaving chest and he squirts the last ropes of his cum inside you, his big arms wrapped around your heated up body.

You both descend from your highs, holding each other close, his chest making your whole body rise and fall, his lips pressed to the top of your head.

You’re quiet, completely spent, your limbs tingling as you’re focused on the sensation of your body — a twitch of his cock still buried deep in your cunt, your pussy slightly sore clutching his softening manhood, his skin hot against yours, his warm hands gliding over your back.

“My good girl. So brave. Took me so well.”

You smile at his praise, sighing happily, trying to memorize this moment forever.

“How are you feelin’? You hurtin’?” Joel asks.

“No,” you softly reply, “a little sore but it’s ok.”

“Good. Good,” Joel coos, “Let’s clean you up.”

You nod and he carefully lifts you off his lap, as his cock slides out of your stretched hole, and a trickle of his creamy cum tickles your folds. He lays you down on the bed and gets up with a grunt to get you a wet towel.

When he’s back, you want to take it from him but he shakes his head and cleans you up himself, his movements slow and gentle. His hands wrapped in the soft fabric glide over your skin, attentive to how oversensitive you are.

You watch him take care of you, hearts in your eyes, and you almost physically sense love expand in your chest. Joel’s taking more and more space inside you with every moment your gaze is set on him, every second you breathe. A thought creeps up in your mind, “what if he leaves me? What if this magic that happened between us never repeats?” Tears well up in your eyes as fear grips your heart. But you blink them away hurriedly, scared to worry him. Today is perfect and you want it to stay this way.

You reach your arms to Joel and he joins you on the bed, embracing you in his strong arms. You raise your face to his and he kisses you, wiping away your fears with every caress of his lips.

“Thank you, babygirl. For giving yourself to me. My perfect girl,” he mumbles against your lips.

You hug him as tight as you can, and not believing how lucky you’re, you whisper, nuzzling his neck, “Thank you for making my first time perfect, Joel.”

Soon you fall asleep in his arms, wishing to be with him forever.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic! Your feedback motivates me so much!😘💕

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[solhunder]

I found a collection of Phantom drabbles called "Ghosts in Shorts". One chapter had Walker capturing Danny in his true ghostly form - a tiny, helpless blob - and putting him in a jar to spoon-feed the "powerful, but starving and frightened, wild child" of thick ectoplasm.

This is so cute and I immediately thought of your Little Baby Man! LBM in a Walker jar!

Walker may be harsh, but no one can resist the puppydog eyes.

No one.

I wish we got some nice!Walker in the show :')

[stellamancer]

cher(ease)  (satoru gojo x reader)

notes: i want to preface this by saying: yes, i know i posted a fic yesterday too. no, i am not actually that prolific. this was written for the willow house Meet Fruit collab. actually, i wrote it right after @willowser​ suggested it, but i waited to post it because I was actually a little unhappy with it when I was done writing it initially and i figured some time away from it might help. it did. a little. i think. now i’m not sure any more.. 

contains:  gender neutral reader, typical satoru gojo antics, some small manner of sexual tension

wc: 1.4k

You love cherries. 

They are, without a doubt, your favorite fruit; tart, sweet and easy to eat with their stems serving as a cute little handle. It does suck having to deal with eating around the pits, but your beloved cherries are worth the inconvenience. It’s truly, truly a shame that they’re only really available in the summer, but that just means you need to eat your fill when they’re in season.

Which is why, when you stumble across a display of them at the market, rows of cartons filled to the brim with bright, plump, juicy red cherries, you end up buying a carton or three without a second thought.

In retrospect, it might have been better to show some restraint. Maybe you had hungry eyes, or were just a touch too excited, or maybe it was even the fact that you’d spent an unspeakable amount of money on just cherries. Regardless, in order to attempt to absolve yourself of some of the buyer’s regret that’s clearly haunting you after splurging on fruit you benevolently decide to share them with the students and your fellow staff members at Jujutsu High. 

Or at least, that had been your intent. 

“Oh hey,” Satoru Gojo greets you casually as you walk into the staff room, his feet propped up on the table so he can lean his chair back as far as possible. In one of his hands is a cherry, one of your cherries, hanging delicately from its stem. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing?” you ask him reflexively, ignoring his question outright as a surge of annoyance courses through your veins. There’s a part of you that feels weird about suddenly feeling possessive over the cherries. You brought them to share with everyone and everyone includes Gojo. It shouldn’t be a big deal that he's gone ahead and helped himself to some without asking, and yet you still find yourself feeling agitated. 

"I was hungry," he replies nonchalantly, popping the cherry in his mouth. 

"And you thought it would be okay to snack on my cherries?" 

Gojo shifts forward in his chair and offers you an easy-going smile that only makes you scowl more. “There were so many in the fridge I’d thought you’d brought them to share.”

Your instinct is to argue, to be obtusely contrarian with him, but the fact of the matter is that he’s right, so you keep your mouth shut. Instead, you sit yourself down and stare at the half full carton of cherries on the table. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Gojo wiggling around, not-so-subtly vying for your attention like an overly excitable child. You ignore him and instead choose to think of the rising cost of produce. It was truly an ungodly amount you spent on those cherries and you know for sure that a year ago the same amount of them would have cost marginally less. When you thought about sharing them with the students, the blow to your wallet seemed bearable, their smiles worth the cost and more. But rather than your students' darling faces all you can see is the image of Gojo’s face, his cheeks stuffed with cherries like he’s a squirrel feasting on nuts. It’s annoying. Maybe you can get him to pony up and pay you back for a portion of what he’s eaten. Surely the heir to the Gojo clan can pay for some of the cherries he’s gobbled up. 

“Hey…” He’s whining loudly now, any attempts at being subtle abandoned. You consider ignoring him more, but think better of it and look in his direction. Unsurprisingly, he’s pouting, his perfectly moisturized lips puckering out, and you’re glad that his blindfold detracts from what is otherwise a disgustingly handsome face. “Why the long face?”

He’s mocking you. He’s totally mocking you. Not that you’d expect anything different from him. Rather than grace him with an actual answer, you shoot him a pointed look. There’s no goddamn way that he doesn’t know. But still, Gojo plays his favorite role and tilts his head innocently. When you don’t say anything more he exclaims, “Oh! I know! You must be hungry.”

Again, he’s not wrong, but this time he’s not exactly right either.

He grabs another cherry, this time holding it up in your direction. He grins as he propels it toward your mouth. “Here. Say ‘ah~’”

“Gojo, you are not feeding me.”

He ignores you, insistently pressing the cherry to your lips as he speaks, his voice an octave lower, "They taste really good, you know." 

The sexy drop of his voice is nothing short of deliberate— a tried and true tactic of his meant to get under your skin. You glare at him, your agitation clear as day. He is, as expected, completely unfettered, the cherry still flush against your lips. 

Your options at this point are to: wait until he gets bored and drops the cherry, possibly onto the floor— wasting it or shamefully accept it and endure him gloating about it for the rest of the day. As much as you’d love to waste Gojo’s time and sit at the table in a silent stalemate, you have other things to do. Important things.

So you open your mouth wide, wider than necessary, and use your teeth to rip the cherry from Gojo’s grasp in the most unattractive way possible. 

“Yay!” he cheers, choosing to focus on seeing just what he wants to see instead acknowledging that you obviously don’t want his offering. You consider, for one wild second, spitting it back in his face. However, you don’t and just drop the cherry into your open palm. Now what? Do you eat the cherry or just toss it? Frankly, it feels like a lose-lose situation either way, so you might as well go with the option that gives Gojo less satisfaction: you toss it into the trash can. 

“Aw…” His lips jut out to form an excessive pout.

“I already told you: you are not feeding me.”

“You’re no fun."

“I’m plenty of fun,” you dead pan at him, scowling. “I’m just not your plaything.”

“Meaning you won’t feed me either?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not even if I say please?” 

“Nope.”

“Hmph.” He’s being overly dramatic and you both know it. “Guess I will enjoy the cherries all on my own, then.”

His voice drops again. The second time makes your body feel a little bit weird, but you remain largely immune to his antics, electing to grab another cherry to eat over paying him any mind. 

But Gojo reaches for the cherries right when you do, obviously and intentionally going for the same one you are, and your fingers brush against one another. You scowl and rather than play some weird version of finger footsie, you go for a different cherry.

Annoyed, you shoot him another glare, or at least, you intend to, but he’s pulled his dumb blindfold down and that’s a tell-tale sign that he’s up to no good. You can already feel your blood pressure rising. Dealing with him like this is even more of a pain than usual.

He holds your gaze, his eyes clear as the summer sky, glimmering, as he presses the cherry to his mouth every so gently, as if he’s kissing it. You watch, almost entranced, your mouth suddenly dry. Gojo rolls it over his lips, parting them ever so slightly to press the damn fruit further in, his tongue darting out and—

You force yourself to look away, rolling your eyes as you do. “What the hell are you doing? You look stupid.”

Gojo merely hums, chewing on the cherry. You hope he bites into the pit and dies of cyanide poisoning. 

He tosses a few more cherries into his mouth before he speaks, another seductive drawl, and though you would never admit it, you think your immunity grows weaker every time he uses that damn tone of voice. “Hey.”

“What,” you deadpan, glancing at him.

Gojo grins at you and his lips part just slightly, calling your attention to them again. He reaches up and slowly pulls a cherry stem from his mouth. It’s looped into a little knot and the sight of it throws you back to your middle school days— your classmates giggling quietly to themselves over the implications of things like tongue tied cherry stems and candies unwrapped using one’s tongue alone. 

“So,” he starts, his stupid blue eyes shining with shameless amusement, “have you heard what they say about people who can do this?”

He grins at you, far too pleased with himself for his own damn good. You know the answer he’s looking for. And he should know that hell will freeze over before you give it to him.

“Yeah. They call them idiots for putting the damn cherry stem in their mouths.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old Habits, New Faces

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: Hope you don't mind...

Please let me know what you think <3

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“Here you are, sir,” you approach the table, trading the contents of your tray, a plate of apple crisp and an American, for the slender metal centerpiece that holds the table number, “nice and warm from the oven.”

“Mm,” he grumbles without looking up from his phone, a stitch between his brows. You hold onto the metal card holder and try not to stare. You lean back on your heel, you should leave him alone.

He sighs and puts his phone down. He stares at the empty seat across from him. A line forms across his forehead as he scowls.

“Thanks.” He balls his gloved fist on the table top. His left hand. Not very subtle when you know who he is.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but are you the Bucky Barnes?”

“If you don’t want to, why–” He begins sharply. You flinch as he looks at you, a glare that softens at once. He cringes and corrects himself, forcing a smile that sets a handsome dimple in his cheek. “Sorry, long day. Yes, I am the Bucky Barnes.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I’ll get back to the counter.”

You turn on the ball of your foot and scurry away, embarrassed. You knew better and you did it anyway. You just can’t believe it’s really him. Here of all places. This deadbeat town in the middle of nowhere. Wait! Is he on a mission?

You stand behind the till, fighting not to look over at him. Another customer enters. Kathleen. You have a tray of cupcakes waiting for her. You slide the box across to her as she pays on the machine. You wish her a good day and you’re left once more to languish in the tension.

You can’t just stand there. You know it’s probably a bit creepy to just stare out the window. Or him. Don’t look!

You go to the shelves and start your inventory. You should wait until a bit later but it’ll keep you busy. You slide some loaves over and rearrange the display case. 

His chair scrapes and his treads scuff. You don’t dare peek up as you wait for him to leave. Then you can wallow in your embarrassment alone. He clears his throat loudly and you pop your head up.

“Oh, hi again,” you close the display and sidle over with your best customer service.

“You have any of that left?” He asks, his voice gristles like gravel. He looks tired. Bags under his eyes and a pallid hue to his skin.

“Um?”

“The crisp? It’s my favourite.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, lots actually.” You try not to show how nervous you are. If he knew you had him as your phone wallpaper, oh gawd. “I could get you another piece. On the house. As an apology.”

“Apology?” He shakes his head.

“I really shouldn’t have asked earlier. I didn’t mean to be nosy.”

“It’s fine,” he says gently, “Didn’t mean to scare ya. I’m sure you folks don’t get many newcomers around here… do you?”

“No, not really. There was a group that passed through a few weeks ago. They stayed at Margot’s. She runs the B&B around here– um, that doesn’t matter, I guess. But, yeah, no, pretty tame her. Bodunk, if you will.”

He scoffs and nods, his expression eases up and his blues eyes consider you.

“Not to stroke my own ego, but are you a fan?”

“Er, a little,” you confess. “I mean, you and Cap. That’s big time compared to anything around her. But Bill Foster, he’s a volunteer firefighter, he got a cat out of a tree the other day… I’m rambling again.”

His lips curl at the edges, almost indiscernible. He rests his hand on the counter and his fingertips tap as his gaze clings to you. You squirm and wipe your sweaty palms on your apron.

“So uh, how about that crisp?”

“Think it’d be better with company,” he intones.

“Hm?”

He reaches in his pocket and takes out his wallet. He slides out a bill and lays it down. 

“On me. You been working hard. I’d love to treat ya.”

“I… can’t, Mr. Barnes, I have to…” you look around desperately. Still empty.

“You got a few minutes,” he insists, “don’t you, doll? Kinda dull ‘round here, ya know?”

“Ya, I know,” you look down at the twenty. “I guess I could sit down for a few minutes.”

“Oh, and it’s Bucky,” he corrects you as a full blown smile blooms across his face, “could I also ask for a name with my crisp?”

[littledrummeraussie]

Hi Angie! Can I get a little boyfriend!michael action that’s sweet but also smutty? - sadistmichael 👀💕

Hi Jex, hi hi 👀❤️‍🔥 @sadistmichael 

Here is the rest of the teaser I’ve sent you a few days ago! I think you will like this one 🥰 some sweet, but hot hot Michael smutty goodness for you. I’ve tried my hands at the gender neutral thing, I hope it works somehow!

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sweet cherry pie. [a smutty Michael blurb]

warnings: boyfriend!Michael. gender neutral reader. [please let me know how it went, and where that could be improved!] some sucking and licking. oral sex (reader receiving). penetration. dirty talk. a bit of an exhibition kink. sex without protection in an established relationship.

I’ve used a few lines from this prompt list which you will find bolded below, so credit goes to @a-cure-for-writers-block

word count: 1600

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“You’re up too?”

Michael sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, feet bare against the cold tiles. You were sitting on top of the counter, so he moved between your legs, arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face into your neck, mumbling his affirmation against your skin.

“Whatcha doing?” he rubbed his cheek against yours and you giggled, ruffling his soft blond hair.

“Eating the last of the cherry pie before someone else gets to it,” you nodded at the plate next to you, sticking a bite onto your fork to put it into your mouth. “Want some?”

He didn’t reply, just opened his mouth, letting you feed him with the sweet dessert. He hummed happily, burrowing back into you and you massaged the back of his neck, earning another soft moan from him.

“You really are up in the middle of the night so Calum wouldn’t eat your pie?” a smile pulled at his lips, fingers teasingly playing with the hem of your night shorts.

“He’s been eyeing them, and you know this was my piece, I just couldn’t eat it,” you shrugged, popping a cherry into your mouth and licking off the juice from your fingers.

Michael knew you loved his friends, but food was never safe when they were around, especially when you were going on a trip and needed to share a fridge. But Michael wasn’t thinking about the others now, no – he was focusing on your fingers and your lips, the juice from the cherry making them an inviting red, and he felt his cock stir while looking at you. His arms around you tightened as he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours, and you moaned when his tongue licked into your mouth, tasting the sweetness from there.

“Gimmie one,” Michael’s voice was husky, eyes quickly going to the plate then back to you, and you reached for another cherry, holding it in front of him.

He took it from you, tongue licking around your fingers and you clenched your thighs together, breath quickening as he sucked on your fingers, green eyes darkening as he held your gaze. Michael’s hands wandered down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before his fingers pushed under your shorts and started tugging them off, lifting you up from the counter.

“Fuck, Mike, what– umpf!” you let out a sound as he pushed you down on the counter, your legs propped up onto the edge as he spread you open, tongue sliding against the wetness between your thighs. “Fuck!”

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled against your skin, running his tongue over your sex again.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet, moans muffled against your palm while the other slipped onto the back of Michael’s head, your fingers tangling into his hair to slightly tug on it while keeping him between your legs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he ate you out, the sucking and slurping sounds echoing around in the empty kitchen, and you shivered thinking about one of the other guys hearing you.

“What did you think of, naughty babe?” Michael swirled his tongue around, teasing it over your hole as more arousal coated your sex. “You’re absolutely soaked.”

“Someone could hear us–” you bit on your lip as he sucked a sensitive spot, voice turning into a soft whine. “Fuck. Me.”

Michael’s fingers tightened on your thighs, a growl stifled against your lap as he finally pulled back. His eyes were dark and his beard wet with your arousal. He licked his lips, eyes boring into yours before he picked you up again, quickly flipping you over and pushing you down onto the counter, and you knew his fingers will leave marks all over your hips.

You moaned as you felt the cold countertop against your chest, nipples hardening, the thin shirt you wore not doing much to keep you warm. Michael was already behind you, his bulge rubbing against the back of your thigh as he let out his own sounds. You could see him in the reflection of the window, eyes closed and head thrown back as he rutted his cock against your sex, his tip nudging against your hole.

“You want it, baby?” he taunted you sweetly, reaching into his sweats to pull out his dick, leisurely jerking it. “Want my dick in you?”

“Please Mike,” you let out a soft moan, wiggling your ass and trying to push back to feel him against you. “Put it in me!”

“Not so shy now, are you?” he clicked his tongue, swiping the head over your entrance, pushing it in just an inch or two to stretch you, then pulling back. “Not worried about the others hearing you now, are you?”

“Don’t care…” you sighed frustratedly, spearing your legs more as you held onto the edge of the counter. “Please, Mike, want your cock in me!”

Michael growled at your words, fingers tightening on your hips again as he pushed into you, earning a squeak at his sudden move. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, watching his cock stretching your hole, your wetness coating his hard shaft more and more with every inch he pushed into you.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” his fingers ran through your hair, caressing it softly before giving it a little tug, a moan catching in your throat. “Just a little more, that’s it.”

You felt his hips against your ass as he buried his dick deep inside you, staying still while you adjusted to his size, always so big and hard, you were almost surprised the two of you fit together so well. His thumb teased over the sensitive skin where you were stretched around him, slowly pulling out until only his tip was inside of you, then a second later he slammed his dick back into your heat, building up a quick pace. You held onto the counter as he fucked you from behind, chest dragging against the cold marble, moans spilling out of your lips which you tried to stifle against your arm. Michael’s hips slapped against your ass with every thrust, the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you in a frantic pace echoing around the kitchen, so obscene and so fucking sexy.

“Anyone could just walk in on us and see me fucking you senseless,” his fingers dug into your hips as he drilled you, and you would have agreed to anything he said as long as he made you come. “You’re so fucking soaked around me, bet they could hear it upstairs as well, know even before catching us how good I’m fucking you.”

“So good… so deep in me…” you babbled incoherently, arching your back a little so his tip dragged against a sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp. “Fuck Michael, harder!”

“You wanna scream, baby?” he pushed in harder, voice a low whisper as he pounded his hips against your ass. “Does it get you off? Thinking of Calum hearing you begging for my cock and getting off on it? Or Luke getting all hot and bothered just from your voice until he cannot help himself? Do you want Ashton to give you those fucking knowing looks that he knew what we were doing, maybe even make a comment that he enjoyed it too? That’s what you want, baby? Everyone to know how needy you are? How slutty you are for me?”

“Shit, Mike, I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m com–” you choked on your words from the climax running through your veins and how Michael’s palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers as you clenched around his dick.

“I know you love getting off on the thought of them hearing you… but those sounds are only for me,” he growled into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. “Come on, give me one more!”

His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your sensitive skin, fucking you until he felt your body tremble, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together and your laboured pants the perfect soundtrack of your midnight adventure. Michael buried his face into your neck, teeth slightly sinking into your skin as he groaned, hips pumping quickly against your heat as he came. He sagged against your body, trying to catch his breath as he pulled out, and you felt his cum running down your thighs, warm and sticky, a sure sign of his claim on you.

“That was fucking hot, baby,” he pressed an open-mouth kiss against your neck where he bit you, fingers softly petting your hips.

“…do you think they heard us?” you let out a breathless giggle, wiggling under his body until he straightened up, tucking his cock back into his sweats before pulling your shirt over your ass to cover you up a bit.

“If they did then they got one hell of a show,” he gave you a toothy smile, a laugh paired with it as he pulled you to his chest, giving a light tap to your ass. “Come on, I’ll help you clean up.”

“I wanna finish my pie,” you gave Michael a pout, knowing he cannot resist it, and he rolled his eyes with a fond smile on his lips, reaching for the dessert on the counter before picking up two forks.

“We can have a picnic in bed, sure. But don’t blame me if I end up eating it off of you.”

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

FIRST PRINCE CHERRY COLA WITH LOTS OF ICE

Literally idk why but this jumped out at me and I wanna see what you do with it 😍

oh ash! thanks for this one! i got a bit distracted this morning but this was kinda fun to explore and did not turn out to be what i thought it was gonna lolz

Alex watches Henry as he pours the grenadine into the glass before adding the Coke; he is sure by now the glass will be more grenadine than Coke, but it is hard to tell with all that ice. “Whatcha doin’?” he asks, going for nonchalant. Henry looks up and has that deer-in-the-headlights look he sometimes gets when he is so into what he is doing, he doesn’t even realize Alex is there. “Um … making a cherry cola. I had a craving today and wanted to make it as my dad always used to when we were young and would have movie nights.” Alex chuckles and says, “Hate to break it to ya, but what you’re really making there is a Roy Rogers heavy on the ice. There is no cherry in grenadine; it’s usually pomegranate, sugar, and lemon juice, but that Rose’s you got there is really mostly high fructose corn syrup and food coloring. It makes a great drink, but it’s not a cherry cola. Actually my Gram, on Ma’s side, would make June and me Roy Rogers and Shirley Temples for us all the time when we’d visit. Apparently, she used to manage a bar back when Ma was young, and she used to correct June and me when we’d call it a cherry coke. Once we started making them ourselves, she used to tell us if we actually wanted a cherry Coke to use the juice in with the maraschino cherries, and of course, we bugged her until she explained the difference. I guess it stuck, which, came in handy when I wanted to impress people with my ‘bartender skills’ in high school, well, before Ma decided to run for president, then I just used them to make drinks for Nora and June when we’d sneak alcohol.” “Oh,” Henry says, staring at what he has on the counter. Alex notices the downturn of his lips and wants to fix it immediately. Alex moves around the counter and wraps his arms around Henry, “Hey, don’t let my info-dumping ruin, your good memory. It’s the memory that makes this a cherry cola, and that’s what’s important. I’m sorry, sometimes I forget that just because I have information doesn’t mean everyone needs to know it.” He moves between Henry and the counter and buries his head in Henry’s chest, “I didn’t mean to fuck up your memory. Will you please make me one too? Then we can put on a movie like you used to.” Henry pulls away and, with his finger under Alex’s chin, tilts his head up to look into his eyes. “Alex, love, I will always want to hear your memories of things as well. Nothing has been wrecked; we’ve both learned some things about each other that we didn’t know. Things that we can now share, and maybe combine and create new memories.” Alex chuckles against Henry’s chest, “I’m gonna start by teaching you the proper ice ratio. No one not working in a fast food restaurant puts that much ice in a drink.” Looking back up, he continues, “I hate to break it to you, baby, but the only reason your dad was putting that much ice in was because he wanted it to melt so y’all weren’t so hopped up on caffeine.” Henry chuckles, and Alex laughs along with him, turning around to the counter. “All right, give me another glass. There is enough ice and grenadine in the glass for two. Oh, and grab the maraschino cherries out of the fridge, too, please. I’m gonna teach you a trick June and I used to do when we first started making our own.” Alex takes over Henry’s assembly, eventually just dumping the glass and starting over when he can’t get the grenadine and ice to cooperate with his pouring attempts. He makes their drinks adding a bit of grenadine and a bit of the cherry juice, and of course less ice, and tops them with a few maraschino cherries. They take their drinks and a few snacks to the living room, and if Alex puts on an Arthur Fox James Bond movie to make it all feel a little bit more like the old days for Henry, he’s going to keep that a secret.

ficlet friday!!! i'm always taking more prompts

[total-dxmure]

What are you posting next???

my job interviews have been interfering with my posting. like the times that i am off i have been interviewing, it’s a drag. however i’m going to a third interview tomorrow for that “dream” job i was super excited about. it’s a family owned company and is super hard to get hired into so i’m pumped. once i get this new job i can quit my other two, meaning i will be able to post more frequently!

i’m posting cherry flavored next! if not tomorrow then thursday! i asked for this wednesday and thursday off since i’m mentally and physically exhausted, so i’ll be getting a ton of writing done.

i also have some wips that i’ve been working on (ones you have not yet heard about), and this one in particular is so hot it legit has been keeping me up at night.

anyway, cherry flavored next! then invisible string theory, then marley and me! i should be caught up on my updates by the end of this week since everything is almost completely typed up for all three fics!

[cherry-shipping]

ok so anyway while were on the topic of fanfiction it pisses me off to no fucking end when fanfic authors depict papyrus as some naive gullible sweet innocent little kid who doesnt know or understand anything, ESPECIALLY if its a fic dealing with monster racism and xenophobia. ive seen so many fucking fanfics talking about that where papyrus is written as some sort of innocent ball of sunshine who cant understand the harsh reality he lives in....... like shut the FUCK UP!!!!! he KNOWS!!! the thing is hes SMART and KIND and WILL NOT LET YOU BE MEAN TO HIM!!!!!! thats why he reacts positively even if you pick the mean dialogue options in the game!!! he KNOWS youre trying to hurt his feelings but he wants to be your friend SO BAD he LITERALLY will not let you!!!!! and it works!!!!!! hes not stupid!!!!! you guys are just ableist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 3

Summary:  Sundae and you get jealous

Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Cherry

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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This is a bad idea.  Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was.  Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.  

Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside.  “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you.  “He called.”

“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.

“We gotta…freaking fix that.”

“She’s confused.  She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory.  “See?  Cherry.”

“Dadadadadadadada!”

Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”

“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What?  You’re the one bringing it up.  There’s video evidence to prove it.”

“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her.  “We’re freaking talking.  How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”

“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting.  “No no!”

“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him.  “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”

“No no!  My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman.  “My!”

“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel.  Who was this woman?  Where did she come from?  And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset.  “Sundae, baby, come here.”

“No no!  Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman.  Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s.  “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.

“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice.  It was grating on your nerves.  Cloying in the sound.  Like nails on a chalkboard.

“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up.  He didn’t care.  All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to.  “She’s confused because I was in prison.  Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case.  Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe.  She was pregnant with my child.  You know, standard stuff.  He…freaking protected her.  And took care of her, didn’t you?”

“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him.  Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him.  “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him.  Had been watching the door every time it opened.  Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him.  But right now, he didn’t deserve that.  

“Baby?”

“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers.  You didn’t like anything about this woman.  But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second.  You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.

Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous.  He could see it in your eyes.  Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman.  Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy.  This he couldn’t have.  

He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae.  You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him.  It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.

“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside.  Come on.”

“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out.  Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different.  Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home.  She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.

“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman.  Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman.  Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel.  He would do it.  You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her.  Didn’t like how she was touching him.  You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it.  “Mama, out!”

“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside.  Come on.”

“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her.  You were one thing.  He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?  

Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours.  “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face.  You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people.  She could get trampled on.  Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”

Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person.  Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger.  Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms.  “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest.  Rocking himself back and forth.  He missed her as well.

“Is she the only one?” You glare at him.  He was being unfair.  You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people.  “I see.”

“Cherry, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like?  Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”

“He is her father, and I love him.  I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you.  “He’s a part of my life.”

“Yes, and you’ve made that clear.  And I’m not in that equation anymore.  You got what you needed out of me.”

“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”

“We’re talking now.  You both used me.  And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough.  This was silly, this back and forth.  And he was the third wheel.  “I developed feelings for you and Sundae.  And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true.  This was a bad idea.

“And I can’t watch you two.  I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”

“I never fucking said that.  Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around.  “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk.  This needs to be done in goddamn private.”

“Then you should have asked for just me.  I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek.  Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him.  A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips.  “I’m not your daddy.”

“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her.  Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.

“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman.  “She’s fucking screaming for you.”

“Then deal with her!  She’s your daughter.  Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying.  Walking into the house, and into your bedroom.  Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation.  “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”

“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”

“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house.  He didn’t want to hear Sundae.  Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped.  Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset.  “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”

“You better shut your goddamn mouth.  I was going to fucking tell you something.”

“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert.  “Tell me!  What the hell do you even have to say?  Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought.  Choked.  If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“She loves you!”

“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard.  He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here?  You were right.  This was a bad idea.  “Go on, tell me?  Which fucking one, Freezy?  Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off!  I don’t fucking need this shit.  Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.  

Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen.  All of them frozen, and scared to move.  “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”

He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground.  “Out!  Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath.  Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky.  Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here.  Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.  

He was confused.  Cherry was the only exception.  He loved Cherry in his way, too.  But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you.  Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together.  “Fuuuck!” He screams again.  He didn’t know.  Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.  

He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away.  Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter.  Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever.  This would not happen again.

He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby.  “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily.  Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest.  “There there, darling.  It’s going to be okay.  Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right.  Man to man.  Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes.  “Is her sleepy?  Her needs her little ice cream cone.”

There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl.  Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone.  Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head.  He would make it right.  You and Sundae were not going to be upset again.  Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family.  He was in fact, the cherry on top.

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[everythingmp3]

hii I wrote a little adult taivan fic (around 7k words, set after the season 2 finale) and felt like sharing it bc I Iike how it turned out and think some people might enjoy reading it <3 :

I try to behave (but it eats me alive)

after leaving Lottie´s compound behind, Tai and Van decide to stay the night at a motel before driving back home the next day. they share a bed. they can´t sleep. they talk. things happen. this was always going to happen.

[blueascend]

Adachi never thought he’d be the kind of person to lounge around in bed during the middle of the day.

Then again, he never thought he’d fall so deeply in love or be so blissfully happy, either. And lounging around in bed is a different thing indeed when you’ve got someone with you, their arms wrapped around you tight and their body pressed against yours.

Besides, they’ve had a busy work week - Kurosawa especially - so Adachi thinks they’ve earned this.

He feels rather than hears Kurosawa sigh, his breath warm against the back of Adachi’s neck. He follows the sigh by softly saying, “I used to dream about this, you know.”

“Oh?” Adachi’s heart flutters. It’s new information but it doesn’t exactly surprise him. “I never saw that fantasy.”

Kurosawa stiffens slightly against him. Then he’s pulling away, just a little bit but enough to make Adachi want to whine at the loss of contact. 

“What do you mean by that fantasy?”

Ah. Adachi swallows, then reluctantly turns around. They don’t really talk about his magic much, especially not since he lost it, but it seems like the kind of conversation that should happen face to face. Even if Adachi feels too shy about it to look Kurosawa in the eye.

“I saw a few of your, ah, ideas about us,” he admits. “Usually, I’d only pick up on words but I guess if the mental picture was strong enough, it would… transmit.”

Kurosawa hums. “So what did you see?”

“Mostly it was mushy couple stuff,” Adachi says, and Kurosawa smiles, completely unembarrassed. “Sometimes you were just picturing me… it felt strange,” he admits, “seeing myself the way you did. It overwhelmed me, to think that someone could see me like that.”

“Like what?”

Adachi pauses, trying to think of the best words to describe it. “Like I was special.”

“You are,” Kurosawa says without hesitation. 

He takes Adachi’s hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss in the center of his palm. Adachi fights the urge to squirm, warmth blooming in his chest and rushing through his body like an avalanche. It still catches him off guard, how Kurosawa can make him feel so loved with such a simple gesture.

“You’re the most beautiful person,” Kurosawa continues, apparently not done, “the kindest, most courageous, the most adorable-”

“Alright,” Adachi laughs, squeezing Kurosawa’s hand. “I get it, you don’t have to keep going.”

“I could, though,” Kurosawa says, but he mercifully doesn’t. Adachi’s not sure his heart could handle it. “I could keep going for at least a hundred years.”

“Please don’t.”

Kurosawa laughs quietly. He adjusts his grip on Adachi’s hand, entwining their fingers, but suddenly even that doesn’t feel like enough contact. Adachi scoots closer, knees knocking gently together, bringing his forehead to rest against Kurosawa’s. He feels Kurosawa’s breath hitch, feels his body relax in the next moment.

“You know I think all of these things about you too, right?” Adachi mumbles, cheeks growing warm. “Even if I’m bad at saying them out loud.”

Kurosawa’s smile grows softer, eyes sparkling. “I know,” he assures Adachi.

He knows Kurosawa is telling the truth but he still feels a bit guilty, because Kurosawa deserves to hear these words. Maybe someday, Adachi will feel confident enough to say them without feeling like he’s cracked his chest open. 

Right now, this is enough; just holding each other, basking in each other’s light like they’re both at once a delicate flower in the springtime and the sun shining down on it.

Eugh. Adachi makes a face at his own analogy. Maybe mushiness is catching?

“What are you thinking?” Kurosawa asks, sounding amused. 

“Nothing,” Adachi lies quickly.

Kurosawa hums in response, clearly not believing him. Adachi leans in, closing that little bit of distance between them and distracting him with a kiss.

And if their afternoon cuddle turns into a lazy makeout session, that’s simply out of Adachi’s control. It’s not his fault his boyfriend is both so easily distracted and so kissable.

[adhdzagreus]

my toxic trait is saying zag is adhd and then accidentally giving him my autistic traits 😔 sorry I got both n I can’t tell the difference

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Broken Shell

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: Sigh, oh Buck.

Please let me know what you think <3

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"You really never baked?" You ask as you plop a bowl in front of Bucky.

The idea of him standing in your kitchen is absurd. You still can't believe it. It feels just a little fantastical. Your friends would never believe you, not they ever listened to your ramblings about earth's greatest defenders.

"No, I just… my ma hated me being in the kitchen and Co– my wife," he pauses and takes a breath, "before she went missing, my wife, baking was her alone time."

"Ah, makes sense," you open a drawer and pull out a whisk and a spatula, "sorry, didn't mean to bring all that up."

"Nah, nah, it's…it always comes up you know, you just learn to live with it." 

He puts on a smile. You catch him doing that a lot. Pretending everything’s okay. You’re not brave enough to push for more than that. You couldn’t imagine being him or going through that kind of pain.

“Well, it would be a good thing to learn then. To surprise her once you find her,” you offer the thin morsel of optimism.

“Huh,” his cheek dimples, “yeah, I guess you’re right.” He watches you pull out your tools and ingredients, “you always know exactly how to cheer me up, don’t you?”

“Eh, I don’t know,” you shrug as you plop the flour on the counter, “maybe I just don’t know how to handle bad thoughts so I go straight to escapism. Which baking is a great medium for that.”

He lets himself chuckle as you pull the open cookbook closer. You tap the page as he taps his fingers restlessly. It’s the first time he’s worn anything short sleeve around you, or even removed the glove.

“Take the lead.”

“What? What do I do?”

“Read each step and follow along. I’ll be here for moral support, mostly.”

“Uh, oh, really?” He looks back to the bowl fearfully.

“Don’t be like that, come on. With everything you’ve faced, I’m sure you can handle a simple cake.”

“Oh, I’ve been called simple before but I don’t know if I can handle this,” he clucks and leans forward, pressing his fingertip to the page as he reads. “Alright, cream eggs and sugar… we need cream?”

“No, mix the eggs and sugar,” you explain, until they’re smooth.”

“Ah, ha, alright, egg…” he grabs an egg from the tray and it cracks in his metal grip. His brows raise and his lips curve downward as its yellow innards leak from his fist. He opens his hand, “ugh, god, I forgot– I just–” 

He shakes his hand off as you grab the paper towels. You offer him some and clean up the broken egg. He’s quiet as he wipes off the vibranium and clutches the wad of towel. He plants his hands on the counter and sighs.

“I’m sorry, I fuck everything up.”

“It’s fine, it’s just an egg,” you hold out your hand, “let me throw that out.”

“No, you don’t understand. I break everything. I ruin everything!” He thumps his fist on the wooden countertop, “I… I was trying to fix things before it happened. Before she was gone and now it’s too late–”

“Bucky, please, you’re gonna find her and then you can fix it. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to help with all knowing you looked so hard for her.”

He sniffs and closes his eyes. He blindly hands over the paper towel. He pinches the bridge of his nose and steps away from the counter. He tilts his head back and turns to lean with a groan.

“I’m not gonna find her,” his voice cracks, “I’ve been looking for so long… I don’t even wanna think of what’s happened.”

“Shush,” you drop the dirtied paper towels in the trash and face him, wiping your hands on a dish towel, “don’t talk like that. I hate… I hate hearing it. I hate seeing you like this.”

“You don’t know. You don’t know how lonely it is and how shitty it feels,” his timbre turns rocky as he drops his chin down, fixing you in his sights, “you can’t know.”

“I can’t,” you come closer, reaching hesitantly to rub his arm, the real one, “but I’m trying to understand, Bucky. You know I will always listen.”

“No, no, it’s not that I miss her,” he glances over at your hand as it caresses his sleeve. A wave of self-consciousness overcomes you. You recoil your arm and cross it over your chest, curling your fingers around your shoulder. “It’s that I don’t miss her as much as I used to.”

He looks back to you with glistening eyes, “because I think so much about you.”

“What?” You croak as the air rushes from your chest.

“I… I’m a piece of shit. I can’t stop myself. As much as I want to find her, to know she’s safe, I want just as bad to kiss you right now and it’s eating me up inside.”

“Bucky, I…”

“I know I can’t, I know, but she was going to a lawyer. It was over. I missed her a long time before she disappeared.”

“Oh, Bucky,” you reach to him again, not thinking as you take his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“I lost her already,” he squeezes your hand. “I won’t put that on you but could I have one thing?”

“What?”

“A hug,” he pushes out his lower lip pathetically.

“Of course,” you let go of him and open your arms, “friends can hug, Buck.”

He wraps you up in his embrace, strong and warm. It’s like a vice as he clutches you to him, tighter and tighter. A shudder rolls over him and flows through you.

You think to pull away, or try to, but stop yourself as he sniffles. He’s crying. He’s confused. He needs to get it all out. And you have to admit, it’s a tingly sort of feeling to know he needs you.

[swamp-spirit]

Tags I consider characterization red flags: [character] is a ray of sunshine, sassy [character], [character] bashing

[incandescentflower]

🍒 Title: Ready or Not

🍒 Fandom: Cherry Magic

🍒Summary: 5 times Adachi couldn’t sleep +1 time he could. Or, some of the small moments Kurodachi experience as they become a family.

🍒Tags: 5+1, 4.6K, Kurodachi as the sweetest dads, parental anxiety, communication

On AO3 here.

The last entry to the Finding Their Way series.

[foreverdolly]

hi!! sorry if this is annoying but i was just wondering if you planned on continuing cherry bomb? i thought it was a really cool concept and i really liked your writing, but if not that’s totally cool too just wanted to let you know i loved it!

this isn’t annoying at all, babe! feel free to ask me a million questions about my fics, characters, schedule, etc. i love headcanoning with you all too, so have at it! my inbox is always open. i have every intention of continuing cherry bomb. i’m actually over four thousand words into chapter two if if makes ya feel any better! my eddie fics aren’t garnering a lot of attention, so i put a lot more effort into what my sweet lil community wants to see.

thank you so much for the sweet words. experienced reader and virgin eddie is my own personal brand of crack 😩