#thanks for calling me striped that made me giggle

[fairy-angel222]

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 જ⁀⟡

You’re sat behind your desk, frames of your glasses sitting comfortably on the bridge of your nose as you type away. Humming softly the tune that had been stuck in your head. The ding of your phone pulls you out of your focus, your dnd being set for everyone except your mom and your boyfriend.

>>I’m horny, i need you so bad baby.

The message reads, accompanied by the attachment of Gojo’s bulge in his pants.

>>It’s all because i was thinking of you, don’t you feel bad?

You giggled with the shake of your head, leaning back into the softness of your office chair with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your fingers curled into the v cut of your blouse, undoing the first few buttons so that the swell of your breasts sat deliciously on display within its black lace. Pulling out your phone and snapping a photo with a sweet smile, the angle giving a view of everything down your shirt.

Sorry baby, work’s very busy right now.<<

You set the phone down with an accomplished smile, knowing that you would be fucked extra hard when you got home from work. With your shirt buttoned once more, you went back to your work. Fingers making quick work of the keys so you could finish as fast as possible.

A knock on your door made your head perk up. A kind “come in” being directed at the person behind the door.

“Miss, your husband is here. He says that it’s an emergency.” The intern informed, her cheeks bright red as she talked about your so called ‘husband’. Your eyes widened at Gojo’s persistence, standing up to make your way down to the main room.

“Um.. that’s not really necessary.” The girl smiled sheepishly, opening the door further to reveal none other than the tall white haired man who stood there with a grin. “Thanks sweetheart.” He winked at the girl, her heart clearly racing as she nodded and left.

“Hi baby, missed me?” Gojo teased excitedly, locking the door behind him before stalking up to your desk. “Cause i certainly missed you.” He groaned, dipping his head down to capture your lips hungry in a kiss. His hands roaming your body until they settled on your tits, squeezing them softly with a hum. “I love these so fucking much, you don’t know how much harder that picture made me.”

You moaned softly, your neck falling to the side to allow his mouth to trail down your neck. Your thighs already clenching when you felt your panties dampen. “You.. hmm.. y-you really came all the way here for this- ahh.” You tried to keep your composure, secretly happy that he was there to take care of the ache between your thighs that he caused.

“No baby i came to see you, this is just a bonus.” His lips met yours again, slender fingers working the buttons of your blouse to expose the bra that he got you last week. His mouth latching onto your nipples through the lacy fabric with a small moan of his own. Allowing his teeth to graze lightly over the perky bud.

You let out a breathy moan, hand tangling in his hair as he kissed down your stomach. Bunching your tight pencil skirt up to your hips before kissing up your thighs. Licking a teasing stripe up the matching lace panty.

“Been craving you all day.” He breathed, kissing your clit lightly before tugging the material out of your way. “Can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy of yours.”

Your hand flew to your mouth when Gojo latched onto you. His tongue skillfully lapping between your folds then swirling around your clit. His mouth never slowing as he messily licked at your wetness.

You couldn’t help the loud mewls spilling into your palm, back arching off your chair with a whimper. Your boyfriend’s tongue shooting intense pleasure straight to your stomach.

“Ahh— Satoru, s-so g-ood.” Your words came out as babbles, eyes fluttered shut as you rolled your hips onto his tongue. The mixture of your juices and his spit sloppily running down your skin as he ate you out. Large hands gripping your thighs tightly when you began to squirm, pleasurable tears welling in your eyes as you neared your orgasm.

Gojo smirked against you at the sweet noises that fell past your lips, burying himself nose deep into your pussy until his face glistened. Feeling his cock straining painfully in its confines.

“Toruu, fuck Toru ‘m so close.” You moaned, toes curling with a muffled cry as your legs began to shake. Letting go of the tight coil messily onto his awaiting tongue. Gojo groaned, the sound sending vibrations through your sensitive clit making your body jerk, your breathing heavy as you came down from your high.

“Pussy’s fucking perfect you know that?” He husked, giving it a small slap just to watch a shiver run through your body as you whined. Quickly freeing his cock before standing to his feet, hand finding your hair to pull you to him. “Have i ever told you how hot you are?” His tongue intertwined with yours so that you could taste the effect that he had on you.

Gojo pulled away, a lewd string of spit connecting your lips as he bent you over the desk. Wasting no time before collecting your slick with his reddened tip, prodding at your tight hole with his face in your neck. “Gonna fuck you so good baby. So so so fucking good.”

“Haah— o-oh fuck,” your body fell forward when Gojo thrusted into you, the stretch of his girth making you dizzy in the head as your hands gripped onto the desk’s edges.

“Nah baby, i want to feel you against me.” He grunted, pulling you up by your waist as he bottomed out. Your back rested on his chest as he began ramming up into you, heavy balls slapping your clit as cock fucked you deep. Kissing your g spot meanly with each thrust.

Your vision blurred, lips parted in a string of needy mewls as your head fell back onto his shoulder. Feeling his breath tickling your ear when he snaked his hand around your throat for his fingers to press on your lips. Easily slipping in and resting at the back of your tongue.

“Gotta be quiet f’ me yeah? As much as i’d love if you didn’t have to lift a finger i’m sure you love this job.” He grunted deeply, the sound of his hips snapping into your ass ringing through the office walls. You choked an agreeing cry, your mind going blank when he reached down to rub at your clit. “Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you in your office.” He whispered darkly, lips ghosting over your cheek as he grinned from the corner of your eye. Speeding up his pace to one that always had you screaming.

Your body quivered, drooling messily onto his fingers as you babbled incoherently, your loud mewls barely audible in the heat of your approaching orgasm.

“Look at that. Gonna cum for me again hmm?” Gojo cooed, taking note of the way your eyes rolled back with every clench of your walls around his cock. “Gonna make a mess f’ me? Show me that both you and her wanted me as bad as i wanted you.” He gave an especially hard thrust to emphasize his point. His groans increasing in volume as his own thrusts got sloppy.

“That’s it baby. Let it all out.” You did as you were told, scream-like moan bubbling in your throat as your back arched, body shaking uncontrollably as you squirted hard. The mere force threatening to push Gojo’s cock out of you.

Gojo’s abs tensed, the feeling of your pussy’s tight embrace on his throbbing cock sending him over the edge with a cracked moan. “Fuck, you’re so h’hot when you cum. I’m gonna fill you up baby. Been horny for you all day.” Another high pitched moan. “Ahh f-fuckkk.”

Your boyfriend’s cum filled you in large spurts, being pumped so deep inside you that you could feel the increased load inside of you. You sighed with a shiver, his fingers retracting from your mouth and to his own. The man pulling out slowly to watch the thick substance leak out of your fluttering hole. He held you to his chest, both your chests heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. The silence being broken by Gojo’s hearty laugh. “I love you so fucking much.” Pressing a kiss to your forehead with a smile.

“Now.. you have your own bathroom in here right?” His eyes scanned the room, and you couldn’t help the laugh that you let out as reality struck him.

[stuckinthesun]

Hello:)

Firstly, I want to tell you that I really enjoy your writing. Your works are really good :)

And well if you would maybe have time and you would be willing to give it a shot I would be more than greateful if you could write Luffy x fem reader where they are in established relationship and the reader is talking with Nami and Luffy is extremly needy and he interuppted them and asked if he could "talk in private" with the reader. And when they come to their room Luffy is imediately on the reader. And then they have some smutty time and during it someone from the crew interuppted them because he was looking for Luffy and Nami said that he went to his room.

However, if you dont feel like writing it its completely fine, so no pressure.

Have a nice day:)

You’re so sweet, tysm!! I hope you enjoy this!!

Luffy x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, oral (m receiving), needy luffy, hair pulling, face/throat fucking, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers??, getting caught

Watching you talking with Nami and Robin, sipping on the special drink Sanji had made for you, as your lips curled around the straw had Luffy’s dick twitching in his shorts.

It wasn’t very often that the Captain felt sexual need, but when he did? He didn’t like waiting, and watching you wrap your tongue around that straw for the last five minutes had him imagining you wrapping it around something else.

“Y/n!” Luffy called out, making you look up at him.

“Yeah, Luf? What’s up?” You asked, looking at him confused, and silently wondering why he was standing so far away.

Luffy gave you his big signature smile and stretched both of his arms out towards you, wrapping them around your waist. You only had a second to widen your eyes before he was tugging you out of your seat and into his arms.

Your boyfriend laughed at your startled scream, and smiled brightly when you wrapped yourself around him, “You’re coming with me!”

“Luffy, what the hell? You can’t just-“ Nami started ranting as Luffy walked off, you in his arms completely stunned.

“Uh, Luffy?” You mumbled, “where are we going?”

“Somewhere private so you can suck me off.” He answered honestly, looking down at you to see your eyes bulging out of your head, making him laugh.

“Your face looks funny!” Luffy giggled as he finally made it to the guy’s dorm, pushing the door open.

Once the door was closed behind him, his laughter instantly stopped as he had no reason to hold back anymore.

Dipping his head down, Luffy captured your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth when you let out a surprised gasp, and after a second, you began kissing back just as desperately.

Luffy’s unnaturally long arms snaked all around you, slipping under your shirt and squeezing your breasts. You moan at the feeling, making you break from the kiss and making him pout.

“Thought you wanted me to suck your dick?” You asked, looking at him with lust filled eyes and Luffy immediately perks up.

“Oh yeah!” Luffy nodded and dragged you over to the nearest bed. He sat down on the mattress before grabbing a pillow and setting it on the floor. You knelt down on the pillow, thankful for his thoughtfulness, and settled yourself between his legs.

“What brought this on, anyway?” You asked as you begin unzipping his jean shorts.

“Was watching you drink your smoothie and wanted to replace the straw with my cock,” Luffy shrugged, lifting his hips to help you get his pants off. He watched as your face flushed at his blunt words and his cock hardened even more, making him whine, “Now hurry, I need you!”

“Okay!” You huff, shaking your head before leaning down and licking a long stripe up the length of his cock.

“Suck it, not lick it!” Luffy groaned impatiently, hating the feeling of being teased. You chuckled and wrapped your lips around his tip, slowly working the length of his dick into your mouth.

“Yeah, like that.” Luffy moaned, hip’s bucking up without a care and his hands flying into your hair.

His grip in your hair was so tight it almost hurt, and he didn’t wait for you to adjust to the feeling of him in your mouth. Instead, Luffy almost instantly began thrusting, fucking your face and throat, making you gag a little.

You didn’t mind though. In fact, your boyfriend using you like this for his pleasure caused heat to coil in your abdomen, and you unconsciously started rolling your hips against the pillow underneath you.

“It feels so good, y/n!” Luffy praises, pulling you impossibly closer as his thrusts get sloppy, making you gag more around him, “I’m-“

“Luffy are you-“ Your heart stops when you hear the door open and Usopp’s voice fills the room. If it wasn’t for Luffy’s tight grip in your hair you would’ve immediately backed away from your boyfriend, embarrassed beyond belief.

Instead you’re embarrassed while still in the same position, because it’s exactly that moment that Luffy spills down your throat. His hips snap up again your face as he grunts, cumming down your throat and making you choke.

Behind you, you hear Usopp let out a startled scream and stuttering out apology’s, before he suddenly stops and says, “Wait a second, is that my bed? IS THAT MY PILLOW?!”

“Oops, sorry about that.” Luffy laughs, recovering quickly from his orgasm and not caring one bit about being caught.

You, on the other hand, were slowly crawling underneath the bunk while still trying to catch your breath.

I hope I did Luffy justice his personality is so unique that I’m always nervous to write him😭

[audrey-emeralds]

Smashing Diamonds

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: The well-organized party turns south for Nate when he sees his former fling just a few steps away from Maddie, with whom he recently rekindled. Deciding to stay away from her, he realizes he can't help himself after noticing what she is wearing. Word count: 2.3k (2381 words)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, name-calling, slut shaming, degradation, fingering, a bit of choking, cursing, unprotected sex

A/n: I don't know why but I got the need to try something dirty and Nate is the perfect person to try this on. Anyway, first time really trying to get into it, so I apologize if it isn't the best. Also, I wrote this as quickly as I could, because I was afraid the writer's block was gonna get me, but thankful it did!

Friday night, a perfect time for partying. When your friend Lea first mentioned the idea, you already knew what you wanted to wear. A very transparent top and skirt, with minimal material, mostly consisting of thin stripes of diamonds. A hot look for any club.

However, Lea didn't have any club on her mind. She mentioned your friends from East Highland High.

" You remember Barbara, yeah, well she said that there was this party happening on Friday and how we should totally come. " You thought about it, not much linked you to the people from there, which seemed like a great opportunity to meet new people and face new adventures. Without any hesitation, you agreed to this party.

~~~time skip~~~

After dressing up, you gave yourself a few spins, and view your reflection from the full body mirror, admiring the shiny gems that only covered small parts of your skin.

" This is going to be epic. " You took a selfie of yourself as you heard a car honking in front of your house. Quickening your steps, you managed to pass your living room with neither of your parents taking a glance at you, knowing they wouldn't approve of the outfit.

" Damn, girl, are you trying to get knocked up?!?! " Lea let her jaw fall to the floor as you were walking towards her car.

" Hahaha, not really. " A giggle slipped through your glossy lips.

" Well, good luck trying to find a guy who will pull out in time with you like this. "

You gasped dramatically, giggling once again. " Oh my God, Lea! " She winked at you, driving away from your house and straight to the party house.

Before you even stepped into the house, a smell of weed hit your nose. Alcohol bottles were at every table, every counter, and at any corner available. The whole house was covered in purple and pink lights, pouring over the crowds, not missing a single human. Music was bombing the whole place with its beat, and you couldn't wait to get to the dancing.

You noticed that just next to the big sofa, Barbara sat on an armchair, vaping casually. Lea and you made your way over to her. She quickly saw you coming her way and stood up with open arms.

" Look who's here!! " She screamed out, even though it was barely heard due to the loud music.

" So glad you could come! " She said firstly looking at Lea and then at you. It took her 10 seconds to look at you before she commented " Obviously with a purpose! "

You laughed, smiling at her and slightly shrugging. Lea just nodded enthusiastically at her. She encourages you to give Barbara a turn, at which you initially shake your arms. However, Barbara was intrigued and kept encouraging you to do so. Giving them a mocking eye roll, you spun around with Lea holding your hand in the air.

" Well shit, you better take that ass on the dance floor. " BB clicked with her tongue.

" Oh, don't worry I will, but first I need a drink to warm up. " At your words Barbara, lead you two to the drinks, giving each of you a glass.

" In that case, drink the fuck up! "

Two and a half cups of alcohol were more than enough to make you drag yourself and Lea on the dance floor. The beat was gushing out of the speakers so loudly, you could feel it in your chest.

You completely let yourself go to the music, the freedom you were able to feel while dancing was mesmerizing. Nothing else had your focus and attention, with this addictive feeling you couldn't care less what your outfit was showing and whatnot.

Across the room, Nate was standing with his friends, as each held their cup, staring at the new girl. You.

" Fuck, who's that? " One groaned out while eyeing your body.

" Just some girl from Valley Torah High. " Nate's voice spoke as each of his friends turned to him with interest.

" Yo, Jacobs, you never told us about this one. You fucked her, right? " The same guy asked, waiting to hear confirmation. Nate looked at him quickly before, staring back at you.

" Ohhh! So where are the photos, we didn't see her yet. " Nate frowned at him, as the group of guys laughed.

" I didn't take any. " He admitted quickly. Meeting the guy's confused faces, he added. " Didn't have time. "

" I see. " The black-haired one said straightening himself up. " Well in that case we will make some. " He turned to the guy next to him, pulling out his phone and handing it to him, before deciding otherwise and giving his phone to Nate.

" I trust you will know better which angles to film. " With that, he started approaching you. Nate didn't even acknowledge the phone fully, his mind was kept on you.

The way you swayed to the song, dancing and turning. Nate had sex with you twice, firstly after meeting you at a party and the secondly when you accidentally found yourself in the same store. Expect that nothing else happened, you two barely ever talked, you knew your names but that was it.

Nate did make an effort to ask for your number, but with him getting together with Maddie once again, he didn't think of contacting you. He did, however, look at your social media, just enough to know which school you attended and who you hung out with.

Since he was on good terms with Maddie, who knows would you two ever interact again, if it wasn't for this night, that outfit, and Nate's friend.

As the guy was approaching you, Nate took the chance to look at your surroundings, seeing his girlfriend had spotted you. " Of course, she did, who fucking didn't? " He thought to himself while watching the stipes of your skirt reveal your cheeks.

The sight made him close his eyes for a second to regain his senses. The outfit was almost slutty, whorish, he thought, but yet it just made it harder for him to not start rubbing his pants.

Just before the man next to you could get to you, one of Nate's friends tried to call out to him. " Yo, you filmin' this? "

Without any hesitation, Nate dropped the damn phone, muttering under his breath " fuck this. " and fastly started making his way towards you.

His friends laughed a bit, at his reaction, waiting to see what was about to unfold. You were still in your own world when a black-haired guy spoke to you. " Hey- " not even properly starting his sentence before Nate go to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. " Thanks for borrowing me your phone, now you can go back for it, I left it with Caleb. " The taller guy said, composed and relaxed.

You stared at the two strangers, the taller one had a serious face as he spoke to the other one. " What are you talk- "

" Caleb has it. Your phone. " He cut him off, you tried to hear better what were they talking about as you leaned closer to them. The two of them just stared at each other, not matching their facial expression.

" Go. " The taller one almost whispered it to the other one's ear, who left only a second later. Just then you could recognise the man in front of you.

" Oh hey, you. Nate right? " He just nodded slowly, his eyes watching you lazily, his figure towering over you. You stared at him, awkwardly standing, feeling a bit uncomfortable since you were the only two people not dancing in the crowd.

" Come with me. " Nate said, walking away to the stairs. You followed before stopping in front of the stairs and calling after him. " For what? "

He turned to you, an annoying expression on his face, almost frustrated. " We both know why you are here, so you gonna come and get it or what? " You turned back to see Lea was drinking at the kitchen counter, before meeting your eye, you supposed she couldn't see Nate, but she knew what going upstairs meant, so with a jovial smile, she made a cheering gesture.

You laughed, acknowledging her excitement, and then followed Nate upstairs. He didn't look at the people that were there, he walked right passed them and into a room, that seemed almost fully prepared for this encounter to take place.

You went in after him, closing the door. " So you remember me? " He asked a rhetorical question. " Then you must remember what you were doing to me. " Your eyes glanced at him innocently, after all that dancing, you still felt a bit mischievous.

" I don't know Nate, am I suppose remember it? " He immediately came closer to you, almost fully, chest to chest. " You wanna play a game ha? "

" Is this what you came for? "

You preached up your lips as if you were thinking about it, locking up at him and seeing the tense position of his jaw. A lot took for you to not smile, since you knew the moment you looked down you would see how much more tension was held in his lower area. But, of course you couldn't resist to look. " Oh my. " You gasped, almost faking it. " Now I see what is stressing you out. "

Your hand automatically pushed itself on his bulge, making him bite into his lower lip. But before you could even react to that, he spun you around and pinned you on the wall. Now his covered dick almost went right into your hole, as he made the quietest groan ever.

As he held you in that position, his big hands began to rub in the inner of both of your thighs, the warmth it was creating made you push yourself into him completely out of reflex. He groaned into your ear, before sneaking one of his hands into your panties, only to rip them off you. His fingers immediately stuck themselves inside you, teasing each and every part viciously.

" Fuck, ah! " You moaned hard into the wall. He left his right hand to flick around your pussy and let his left hand reach your breasts. He easily got to them, as only the diamond stripes kept him from squeezing them firmly causing you to hiss out in a painful satisfaction.

" Fuck, yeah! Tell me how it feels. " Nate pushed his still-covered front into you, as his fingers played with your entrance, before entering into you once again.

" Oh, Nate! " You practically screamed out his name. " It feels so fucking good! " You couldn't help but drag yourself all over his pants, just wishing you could pull them down. However, your hands were more preoccupied with holding you against the wall.

" Imagine how good would it feel with my dick inside you. " At that, you whined mockingly, pushing your ass into him. This made his hand leave your pinched breasts as he smacked your ass, vividly leaving his handprint on it.

" A whore like you would, just love that, wouldn't you? " You nodded hard, making sure he had seen it. His left hand then once again made contact with your ass, slapping it to the point of full redness. His fingers still worked on you, as you felt your orgasm approaching. Nate noticed it, smirking before completely letting you go. He placed his hands on his pants, starting to pull them down. You turned to him, wishing to do it yourself, but were met with rejection.

" You better keep those hands on the fucking wall. You already fucked with me enough tonight, so I'm going to let you know how it feels. " You barely turned around, as he slipped his hard dick into you. The sudden thrust into you made you scream out in pleasure. Nate didn't even let you take a full breath in before he started pounding into you.

He thrusted more and more into you, groaning at the feeling. His hands held your hips as he fucked you. His eyes watched your ass bounce with all the diamond stripes. The diamonds glimmered and shook at each smack, creating a quite beautiful sight that was hard to look away from. It was mesmerizing him and he truly thought about how much he enjoyed this, having you against the wall, being completely at his mercy and command, he was becoming harder just thinking about it.

You hummed at his thrusts until Nate grabbed your neck and choked it." Be louder...can't hear you. " He said as he slammed his full length into you. " Mhm, I'm gonna cum! " You yelped out, squeezing his dick so perfectly. " Yeah, come on...fuck! " Nate encouraged smugly, stopping his rhyme just for a moment. " I want to see you cum on my dick. " He then slammed once again, strongly into you, as you shook helplessly.

" You wanted this all along. To get...fucked so well. And so...dirty! " Nate panted into your ear, biting on your earlobe, before relesing it. " Mhm, fuck...I like you this tight. And wet. " His left hand was left at your ass as his right one returned to your pussy. Fingers rubbing into you, before sliding in.

" Mhmm... " You moaned as tears started to come out of your eyes. " Yeah...come on! Come on my dick! " With just one merciless push into you, you released your juices all over him. Nate groaned at the feeling of wetness covering him, throwing his head back, before returning to fucking you.

" Nate! Ah! " You groaned, feeling his dick twitch. " Fuck, cum in me! " When you said it, almost breathlessly, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. It took a few more thrusts, before he too released his juices, pushing himself fully into you, back to back. He left breaths on your back, as you both calmed down and returned to your normal breathing pace.

Nate pulled his dick out of you, walked over to the bathroom, getting himself a towel and cleaning himself up.

" You still fuck good, Jacobs. I remember it. " Nate only smirked at your words, trying to not let it affect him too much. He took one towel and gave it to you to do the same.

" I still have your number. I might text you for another time. "

" We will see if you will. "

[endereies]

YOU'RE MY PRIZE - MS

No Nut November - Day 17

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ Matt brings you to the carnival and wins just for you

When Matt said he had a surprise for you, you weren’t expecting to get out the vehicle at the main entrance of a famous carnival. 

It was only set up a few times a year, and with the queues, it wasn’t always an ideal situation. Ever since moving in with Matt, you’ve blabbed every time it sets up a new spot. After all, it was famous. The rides they hosted weren’t your average roller coasters and took several days to set up. Of course it had the classic helter-skelter and teacups. It was only when you looked deeper you saw the abundance of attractions. Set up haunted houses that genuinely left people horrified, stalls that seemed from creative aspect, and of course the Ferris wheel that was littered in light.  

“You’re kidding?!” The child like part of you rushed out as you jumped up and down, grabbing Matt’s tatted arm like a vice. 

“Figured it seemed like a perfect time” He wasn’t wrong about that, your anniversary had just past and he grabbed tickets off the website. You knew something was planned when you read through his card but he didn’t let up. His lips were sealed over the past week or so as you begged him for answers. Now that you had them and it was beaming in front of you, how could you ever complain. 

Once the roads were all clear, his hand was dragged by yours to the grand entrance. After all this time of you dreaming, it was stood before you. 

Matt handed over his phone to the manager and she handed it back, along with two tickets. You’d scanned everyone else’s ticket before yours and they seemed to be a lime scale sort of green. Yet yours were a deep purple. Your boyfriend thanked the manager before laughing at your confused face. “Read it, baby...”  

So, you did. The bold letters ‘VIP’ covered the back of the ticket in a gold colour. “What!” 

“If I am treating m’girl tonight, I’m doing it right. After all you deserve it”  

You both stopped walking as you practically tackled his side. Both of your hands gripped his body tightly, shoving your head into his shoulder “Thank you!” 

“You can thank me after, how about we enjoy ourselves.” 

Most of the evening was a collective of rides a day stalls. With the upgraded tickets that Matt got, most of the queues were cut short. But after a long while of the intense rides, the pair of you decided to sit down on a bench and eat some food. You both got burgers which you could see the steam come from as your order was handed to you. The homemade milkshake relaxed the bouts of energy inside. It was a comfortable silence you were in, one that left the sounds of the crowd, chewing and slurping in its wake. Your eyes started to scan the many stalls you had yet to venture down.  

Those games always seemed a scam and yet the child like spirit inside invited you so willingly. Matt giggled when he saw you eye up a certain stall. It was a line up of wooden clown slabs which had a bunch of cricket balls a few metres away. They seemed heavy in the way they shook but your eyes traced all the designs of them. 

“Want to go over?” Your shock from his voice made him giggle before repeating himself so you heard. “baby, do you want to do that one?”  

You knew he saw you gawk at it so there was no point in hiding your excitement. “Absolutely!” 

The burgers were quickly finished and discarded before you walked straight towards the  red stall, the stripes on the outside calling you. 

“Hey you two, think you can handle this?” The host gestured animatedly towards the rows of clowns. A smirk crossed your face as you instantly grabbed a note from your wallet and handed it to him. Matt finally met your side after you rushed ahead, watching a group of balls land just by your stomach. It was a lot more than the number of clowns and as soon as a timer started you knew why. 

After picking up the first ball, you swung your arm to throw at the centre of a clown’s face. The wood wobbled before clattering backwards. With spawned courage another ball quickly followed a larger clown and yet it barely moved.  

Sure you weren’t strong but even kids played this game, you couldn’t be that bad, right? By the time the buzzer for the timer rang, only four got pushed over. You hadn’t meant to sulk but your expression was clear. It was towards an obvious plushie you must’ve noticed, it was a cute otter stuffed animal that was curled up around its tail. 

“Let me have a go.” Matt’s voice was stern as he slammed a note on the wood next to the abandoned ball bucket. Your body turns back and the bag of balls gets replaced while the machine holds up the four clowns you knocked over previously. 

While they do so, you remain quiet so Matt can focus. His hand rises as he tosses the ball up and down in his palm, gathering its weight. Once the signal was given he leant back and pelted the ball, hammering down the clown you first attempted. It fell with such ease. 

Years of lacrosse and hockey built his strength and precision, he wasn’t going to disappoint. Ball after ball, each clown was clattering as they fell, rebounding slightly on the floor. He only stumbled on a few as when that buzzer rang, the last one bounced and sounded on the concrete. He tossed a spare ball into the bucket and handed it back to the host who was a little shocked at the intense strong skill he had. 

“Well..sir, which shall be your prize.” He smirked at you before he spoke. “That bottom otter please.” 

The host jumped slightly to grab the large otter off its hook and handed it to Matt. “Here. Congratulations!” They smiled at each other before setting up a game for another child. 

“Here baby, think this belongs to you.” Your face lit up as he pushed it towards you. “I saw you eyeing it up after you played. 

“Matt...you didn’t have to, this is so sweet” As much as you tried to hide it, you were so giddy to finally hold its softness against your chest. It was the perfect material and softness, it only made you thank Matt harder. 

“I love you Matt, thank you...” His hand came up to your chin, tilting your head towards him. 

“I love you more baby, besides, you’re my prize.” 

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[keiluv-s]

“I think the last thing I expected today was to be made a slut by my best friends.” — gojo x fem!reader x geto

cw: oral sex, smut smut smut, anal, double penetration, pet names, english isn’t my first language.

wa: 3,3k

“Ladies and gentlemen! First of all, I want to thank you all for being here celebrating the debut of the first of many Halloween parties in the ancient catacombs”

I laughed, a little humorlessly. I couldn't take Itadori's booming voice over the loudspeakers seriously, and not just because of his extravagant and exaggerated lines. I drank some of the beer in my red plastic cup, the taste bittering the tip of my tongue.

“Itadori is really taking this seriously, huh?” Maki, who was wearing a pirate costume, combined with Nobara, spoke up, messing up his short black hair a bit in the way that it still looked nice.

“It's amazing that he managed to organize all this!” Nobara said excitedly, waving her arms “Come on, a party in the catacombs is awesome!”

“Was this really allowed? Or are there a bunch of teenagers invading an old cemetery?” Megumi, who apparently wasn't wearing a costume, asked in her usual humor, without taking her eyes off her cell phone.

“Who cares, Gumi? Put down that cell phone and enjoy the party!” Satoru Gojo, who looked like a male playboy model with skull make-up, excitedly intruded on the conversation, accompanied by Geto, pulling a lock of my hair in the process. I let out a groan of pain.

“Ouch, you idiot!”

“Huh? What did you call me?” Gojo looked down, due to our height difference, leaning towards me with a stupid smile on his lips.

"Leave her alone, Satoru," Geto, who was wearing only black with a Ghostface mask around his waist, interjected, slipping his arm around my shoulders in a protective way. Gojo just grinned at him.

“Okayyy, let's go!” Nobara took off, pulling Maki and Megumi along the way, and I followed with Geto and Gojo.

“I like your costume, Freddy Krueger, huh?” Geto murmured softly in my ear as we walked through the cemetery in search of the rest of our group of friends.

I was wearing a long-sleeved black and red striped cropped top, with a few deliberate rips; a short, tight black skirt, fishnet stockings and black boots that reached just below my knees.

“Thank you!” I smiled, snuggling up to him.

Geto and Gojo have been my best friends since I was a pre-teen when we met at school and we've never stopped talking. Despite the ups and downs and our three personalities clashing from time to time, I can't see myself without these two. They're the balance I need. Todō turned over a can of beer at once when we met the guys. Inumaki and Itadori laughed loudly, while Yuta just laughed weakly and nodded, saying something to his girlfriend, Rika. Gojo didn't waste any time and jumped in, wanting to join in the fun too; he grabbed a can of beer and came towards me with a look like a pouty dog.

“Could you make a cut in the can for me? It'll hurt my finger and my skin is sensitive” he said like a little boy begging for candy as he ran his finger along the beer can, showing me where I needed to make the hole.

“If I break my nail, I'll kill you, Satoru” I said in warning, joking with him, and then stuck my nail – which was stiletto-shaped – easily through the can and handed it to him.

“You're the best in the world!” he quickly took the can from my hand and drank all the liquid at once, not leaving my gaze for a second and I felt a strange warmth in my stomach.

“Hey, you three!” I heard Itadori calling us “The guys want to go to the catacombs now, are you coming?”

“Of course!” Geto said, pulling me by the waist to walk with him.

“What's in the catacombs?” I asked.

“It looks like they've made some horror tunnels down there, you know, to scare you and stuff, at least that's what I heard Yuuji saying.” Gojo replied with a shrug.

I heard a giggle from Geto and noticed the mischievous look he was giving me, but I ignored it. He knew about my questionable taste when it came to Halloween and that I loved being scared.

[...]

Nowadays, the catacombs were no longer used as much, but they were still a very well-preserved part of the city. We entered the small chapel that gave access to the catacombs' staircase; it was decorated with typical Halloween stuff: bats, spider webs, candles with fake blood and several balloons scattered around, as well as a lot of smoke. Some people danced, even though the music was muffled, and others grabbed each other on some benches. I don't know if it's a sin – it probably is – but it certainly must be morally wrong. I smiled at some acquaintances on the way to the innermost part of the chapel.

“What does it mean?” I asked Geto, pointing to a sign on the portal leading to the stairs.

“Descensus Averno Facilis Est.” he whispered in my ear “The descent into hell is easy”

“Oh, how macabre," I laughed, a little more inwardly than outwardly because of the alcohol I'd drunk earlier.

“And you don't like it one bit, do you?" He squeezed my waist and I shrugged with a sleepy little smile.

The staircase was narrow and spiral-shaped, made of old and dusty stone, just like the catacombs. Geto released his grip on me as we went down the stairs, since we couldn't fit side by side. Gojo went ahead of me, making me stand between the two of them. The air was freezing down there and it would have been pitch black if it hadn't been for the black light there, highlighting the neon dye on the walls: half-deformed skulls, more spider webs, bloody hands and blood splatters shone through. There were also some wooden signs and arrows pointing the way.

“Ok so, this way you'd better go in groups of three” Itadori began “The hallways are narrow and if this fucking thing collapses on someone” he waved his hands: fuck.

Yuuji continued talking, but I confess I didn't pay much attention, busy trying to get a view of the hallway to my right.

“We'll go this way, then” I felt Gojo's arm wrap around my waist and pull me in where I was looking, with Geto on our heels. I said goodbye to the rest of the guys, blowing them a kiss and waving goodbye with my hand, laughing silly.

That hallway was too narrow, leaving Gojo and me very close, his body all over mine, so I guessed that they were fake walls. Above our heads, neon arrows guided the way and fake spider webs stuck to my arms and legs. The catacombs obviously reeked of death, making me nauseous with all those flashing lights, and the drink I'd had earlier didn't help.

“Now comes the interesting part” Gojo whispered in my ear, his warm breath hitting my throat “Playtime has begun.”

I let out a weak laugh: "What are you talking about, Satoru?”

“Well, I'm going to count to three, and then you're going to start running” he said slowly “Do you understand?”

“Are we playing tag now, Satoru?” I felt him nod and I laughed, with a cold feeling in my stomach.

I felt him slap my ass twice, muttering "Go, go!" and stopping to give me space. I laughed and nodded before starting to run, glancing back once to catch just a glimpse of his silhouette. I had no firmness in my steps as I ran, an uneven, dusty floor didn't go very well with heels. The hallway was long and I was beginning to feel breathless and nauseous. I stopped to breathe, my lungs burning inside my chest; I took a deep breath, calming my breathing to try and hear something. I concentrated on the sound of my surroundings: the muffled melody of Chill Bill - Rob $tone playing above the ground, and the heavy sound of approaching footsteps. I started running again, trying not to slacken my breathing so as not to tire too quickly.

I turned a corner and ran into a wall, my nose hurting a little from the impact and not enough, a zombie doll suddenly came out of the wall to my left, making that typical monster noise. I screamed and my throat burned. After the adrenaline rush wore off, I laughed at myself for having been startled by it, since looking at the doll in a better light, it seemed kind of funny and clumsy. I turned around and headed back down the hallway I'd come from at the start and continued for about two minutes when I found myself at a fork in the hallway. I looked from side to side, not knowing exactly which way to go, but I went left anyway. I almost tripped over a rock there, lost my balance and staggered a little, hitting a wall. A wall that held my waist firmly. I gasped in fright and looked up, only to have a white ghost mask staring straight at me. My God, I think I've wet myself.

“Got you," Geto said, his thick voice muffled by the mask.

“Thank God, then" I said a little sheepishly and he laughed.

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind me and turned my head to look.

“You dirty bitch, I thought you were going to go right!” Gojo exclaimed behind me with a hearty laugh and fit in perfectly with me.

“It's because I'm the favorite, Satoru” Geto said snobbishly, making fun of Gojo and I could be sure that he had a stupid little smile on his lips behind his mask.

“Nhenhenhe” Gojo threw a childish tantrum, picking on Suguru “You know what a safe word is, don't you, pretty girl?”he murmured against my throat, making me bite my lower lip, already having an idea of where it was all going and I nodded.

“All right, do you want to choose yours?” Geto asked, his thick hand tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck.

“Hum…” I thought “Halloween.” I replied with a broad smile.

“So let's get started" Gojo said.

[...]

Gojo had pushed me onto my knees for Suguru, while he kept a tight grip on my hair in a makeshift ponytail, Geto unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his thick cock, which slapped against my cheek.

“You know what to do, don't you, love?” Gojo urged, pushing my head towards Suguru's member, if only we could get closer.

I licked the tip, feeling the bitter taste of pre-cum and went down the length, licking his balls in the process and Geto moaned hoarsely above me. It didn't take me long to take him in, my jaw aching at his size. I pulled in a breath through my nose and tried to relax before really getting down to business, but as it was Gojo who had the grip on my head, he pushed me forward and I choked on Suguru's cock, only to pull back completely. I instinctively spat on Geto's cock, making it wetter before sticking it in my mouth again, starting a blowjob. I looked up and, my god, my pussy clenched around nothing watching that scene. I may have somewhat distorted tastes, and that's fine, I can't deny getting horny at the idea of fucking ghostface; everyone has flaws, after all. Gojo forced his grip on me again, this time pulling and pushing my head several times, and I choked on each one, listening to his sadistic laughter as Suguru moaned. The brunette pulled my head back and I felt a little humiliated, kneeling on the floor with my mouth all drooling.

“I told you that little mouth was good for something, didn't I, Suguru?” Gojo said, looking down at me, pulling my lower lip, making me open my mouth, he gathered saliva in his mouth and spat it into mine, closing it and I swallowed. “Good girl” He patted my wet face twice.

Geto replaced Gojo's hand in my hair with his own, turning my face and forcing his cock into my mouth, which was very well accepted. Suguru didn't have the aggressive, euphoric grip like Gojo, letting me revel in his cock and enjoy it however I wanted.

I felt Gojo lift my skirt from behind, the fabric bunched around my waist and the cold wind whipped against my ass. Satoru slipped his finger into one of the little holes in my stocking and pulled, ripping it open. I moaned into Geto's cock in protest.

It was new! :(

“I'll buy you another one, babe” Gojo laughed as he spread my ass, hooking his thumbs in the curve that connected my ass and thighs.

He ran a finger against the fabric of my panties – and I was kind of thankful it was black, since the stain of my own arousal fluid wouldn't be visible there in the dark – and began a delicious massage of my clitoris. That only encouraged me to suck Geto's cock harder, intensifying the back and forth, before moving down to suck his balls, maintaining eye contact; even though it wasn't possible to see his eyes. I rolled over against Gojo when he pushed my panties aside and shoved two digits inside me and I heard him laugh. Fuck, I think the last thing I expected today was to be made a slut of by my best friends. Gojo's fingers were long and slender, reaching places that mine couldn’t.

“Satoru…” I moaned slyly, getting on all fours on the floor.

“Huh? What's wrong, pretty girl?” he asked, pressing down on my clit with his other hand and I moaned a little louder.

“I think she wants to cum, Satoru” Geto said, squatting down in front of me “Don't you, little one?”

I nodded frantically, my face very much against his ghost mask.

“Oh, what a shame!” Gojo pulled his hands away from me in a loud "ploc!" and a sudden urge to cry closed my throat; I looked a little sadly at Geto.

“You're going to make the girl cry, Satoru” Geto laughed and grabbed my cheeks with one hand, forming a peck on my lipstick-smudged lips.

I heard the clink of Gojo's belt falling to the floor and a movement as if he had pulled down his pants.

“She's really going to cry when I put my cock in her tight ass, that's for sure" he said with a sadistic laugh and I looked wide-eyed at Geto, who gave a muffled laugh.

“Satoru!” I spoke with difficulty, due to Suguru's grip on my face, when I felt Gojo brush his cock against my folds, lubricating it.

“I'll be gentle, my love, I promise.”

“Suguru…” I whimpered to Geto, since he was always the most protective.

“Do you want to say your word, princess? You can.” he said, and I felt Gojo's tip in my pussy and the pressure of a finger in my ass.

I pondered for a moment. I knew that if I said, they would stop right away, I was sure of it.

But did I want to stop?

I denied it with my head and Gojo thrust into me all at once, making me moan with his cock in my pussy and a finger making its way into my ass. He thrust slowly but hard, moaning hoarsely. He pulled out his entire member and thrust in again, making me moan. Gojo slipped another finger in, making scissor movements inside my hole to widen it.

It wasn't long before I was a mess between the two of them, moaning and whimpering. The unusual burning slowly starting to turn into pleasure. Satoru pulled out of me, leaving my ass and pussy throbbing with need and my clit aching with horniness.

“Come here, beautiful” Gojo had sat down on the floor and was patting his strong thigh, inviting me “Sugu wants to enjoy that pussy too.”

I crawled onto his lap and Gojo helped me sit down, holding my legs while Geto slid Satoru’s cock into my ass. Gojo's member was much thicker than his fingers, and despite the quick preparation and all the horniness, it still hurt a bit.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, my mouth open and gasping for breath. My legs trembled and I moaned when I felt Geto's tongue circle my swollen clit. He sucked hard on the little bud with a pop. He ran his tongue down my wet length, the tip of his muscle threatening to enter my canal. The pleasure at the front distracted me a little from the delicious pain I was feeling at the back, barely noticing when Gojo's cock was halfway in. It was a new and strange sensation, but it still felt good. Suguru sucked my clit hard three times and that was enough to make me cum. My legs trembled intensely and only didn't close because Geto held them. A hoarse moan came from my lips and Gojo's at the same time as I squeezed his cock inside me.

Geto slapped my thigh and came against my lips. His mask had long since been thrown away. He took my mouth in a wet and messy kiss, his tongue sucking mine greedily and I moaned against his mouth as Gojo sank his cock all the way in. Suguru broke the kiss with a snap, a thick thread of saliva connecting our lips. He lowered his gaze to where Gojo and I connected, taking his own cock and shoving it inside my pussy. Having both of them filling me up there was too much. Too much. I felt as full as if I was going to break, and when Geto started thrusting I thought I was on the verge of madness. Suguru's thrust into my pussy made me feel Gojo's cock getting deeper and deeper.

“You like having two dicks fucking you at the same time, don't you, slut?” Geto moaned and I whimpered, just nodding my head.

Gojo's strong chest vibrated against my back as he moaned. His hands pulled my crop top up and my bra down, my breasts bouncing as they were finally released, and it was only when Satoru grabbed my breasts that I realized how hard my nipples were. Gojo pinched one with his forefinger and thumb and pulled hard, the usual pain spreading across my chest as Suguru licked and nibbled the other. I whimpered louder and more hypersensitive, feeling that delicious pressure in my womb as Geto began to massage my clit with his thumb. I grabbed his wrist weakly with my hand when the urge to pee came over me, but who said I could ask him to stop? I squirted on Suguru's chest as he and Gojo hit very specific spots inside me.

“Oh my… fuck!” Gojo groaned and slapped the curve of my ass and I felt him cum inside me, his viscous liquid warming my insides more and more, as if that were possible. Geto came a few more times before cumming inside me too, prolonging my orgasm. All three of us were gasping for breath.

They both pulled their already soft cocks out of me, the thick white sperm leaking out too, but which they made sure to push back in. I wasn't much more than a crying, wet mess, with drool and tears running down my face and cum leaking from both holes. Gojo and Geto got up and tidied themselves up – Geto's blouse was almost completely soaked by my squirt, that would be difficult and embarrassing to explain. I tidied myself up as well as I could, putting my blouse back on and letting out a sad murmur when I saw my panties bubbling in a pile of dirt, completely impossible to put back on.

“Can you get up, pretty?” Geto asked me and I said no, my legs still too weak.

He lifted me off the ground and held me on his lap, snuggling me into his warmth: “I think we'd better go home.”

“Of course, she's almost asleep there” Gojo said at the same time as my eyelids closed heavily.

[alottiegoingon]

hc!friends to lovers

lottie matthews x fem!reader

summary: going from friends to lovers with lottie

warnings: lottie mentioned as lesbian once, pure fluff, nsfw at the bottom so MDNI there, not proofread

this was a request so i hope you enjoy it 🤞

@l0tt1emy this is me tagging youu

WHEN FRIENDS

୨୧ being friends with lottie matthews would include spend your saturday night on her huge house (more like a mansion to you) when her parents were out for work or just so busy that they wouldn't even notice you there

୨୧ you didn't know that, but she would spend the entire day thinking about you when it was a sleepover night

୨୧ sleepovers would be a casual thing for you and it was your favorite moment of the day cause lottie would turn it into a fashion show to model her new clothes for you

୨୧ speaking of it, you would constantly find yourself waiting in fitting rooms and their uncomfortable seats when lottie was trying on thousands of clothes just to buy (steal) one or two

୨୧ "do you think it looks too pink?" lottie comes out from behind the curtains to display the outfit she was trying on, featuring a fluffy pink cropped cardigan with short sleeves paired with a high-waisted, pink skirt that features vertical stripes

୨୧ "no, you look perfect," you say softly, eyes filled with affection while feeling a nervous flutter stirs in your stomach

୨୧ in parties, you would usually stick to her side and even though lottie wasn't extremely popular, people knew who she was. either because her parents had loads of money or cause, let's be honest, she fucking was stunning

୨୧ when offering to get her a drink and she would look at you with those pretty eyes and nod like "okay :)))"

୨୧ if you were part of the yellowjackets, during jackie's idea of telling the girls what you admire about them, you would DEF make her blush on purpose

୨୧ "lottie matthews..." you say lightheartedly and she's already screaming internally "you have the prettiest hair i’ve ever seen and a great fashion sense. and, yeah, you suck at french but you are so good at soccer and you have the biggest and kindest heart ever"

୨୧ and she's giggling and nervously rocking from side to side with her cheeks matching the color of her clothes

୨୧ lottie was a lonely kid and since her parents were always away, she would be taken care of by maids and housekeepers so she was easily anxious when speaking to people her age. luckyfor her, she would hide it quite well and the mean and cutesy lesbian in her would mask it greatly

୨୧ "does someone want to tell kelly kapowski to maybe worry less about prom and more about not fսcking up nationals?" lottie was mumbling in front of the mirror, fixing her bangs and makeup and you were ready to agree with anything she said

୨୧ "i know right?" but you didn't even know what kelly kapowski had said

୨୧ putting her money to good use, one of her favorite ways to show you how grateful she was for your friendship was to buy you things. not like once or twice but ALL. THE. TIME.

୨୧ books, vhs tapes of your favorite movies, vinyl, a cute dress you mentioned once, nice shoes, stuffed animals, things that reminded her of you. all you can possibly think of!!!

୨୧ "lot, you didn't have to. this must have cost a fortune!" and it's just her standing at your front door, hidden behind a huge teddy bear she bought for your birthday and a brand new walkman

୨୧ one night, when lottie's parents were home, she sneaked you in and you almost fell to your death when climbing the walls like fucking spider-man and getting to her room through the window but her perfume lingering around made everything worthy when she hugged you

୨୧ "thank you for coming, i know it's late," she lies in bed and tap the empty space beside her for you to join her. "it's okay, i was just watching a movie. i'm glad you called me"

୨୧ 'movie’ you said, but the flashback of you sleeping buried under the covers and snoring like an old guy comes to your mind...

୨୧ i feel like lottie would have a hard time opening up to people and letting them in but if they were genuine, she would trust them. but def insecure about telling you about her visits to the psychiatrist cause we all know she's just a silly girl with a few issues...

୨୧ but you were so respectful, reassuring and understanding to her that she doesn't feel ashamed or judged

୨୧ during that specific night when you were just hanging around together in her bed and talking about life, an accidental graze of her nose on yours led to an awkward moment that led to awkward giggles and an awkward and messy kiss and this was all you needed to call her your girlfriend

WHEN DATING

୨୧ even when dating, lottie would often feel insecure and ask you for help. reassuring her and telling her that there she wasn't broken and there was nothing wrong with her was something you always had to do but it didn't bother you at all. you were lottie's biggest worshiper and could spend hours just telling her how BADLY you loved her

୨୧ hear me out. lottie was a big fan of holding hands. you could be in class, watching a movie, reading together, talking with your group of friends, and even eating, but she was ALWAYS staring at you with pleading eyes and her palm facing up, extended in your direction, ready for you to hold her hand

୨୧ if you think she spoiled you too much already, you better take a seat cause that girl would show up at your place with presents all the time. "i know we agreed on saving money but i know how badly you wanted these..." you're speechless when she gives you something you really wanted

୨୧ but you can't get mad, you just thank her and kiss her adorable pout :(

୨୧ loves loves LOVES to give you small gifts as well like a pretty shell she found when going to the beach once or even her ENTIRE shell collection

୨୧ strongly believe that she would be the greatest big spoon ever and would love to cuddle you but doesn’t complain if you want to hold her

୨୧ lottie is TALL. a three would be afraid of her! im 100% convinced that she would put your stuff in a place you can't reach so you have to ask her for help. "baby, are you busy? can you get that for me?" and she's fighting demons to maintain her composure, resisting the urge to smile as she handles you the book she had just tucked away on the top shelf

୨୧ over protective lottie!!! she isn’t exactly jealous cause she trusted you a lot but is always around and keeping you in her sight. she has her arm around you all the time, drives you EVERYWHERE (makes her driver do that), and is always ready to defend you

୨୧ oh the many things that happened in the backseat that the poor driver had to ignore...

୨୧ if the crash had happened, one single mumble of yours about how hungry you were was ENOUGH for her to call nat and travis out. "lottie, there's no food. we looked everywhere!" "look harder!"

NSFW (MDNI)

୨୧ lottie spoils you with cute gifts but she’s not innocent. she would buy you the prettiest lingerie in the store just to fuck you in those 🤭

୨୧ she would adore when you face ride her. she just can’t resist to your moans and soft noises or how you feel so shy and dirty about it but just can’t stop. she loves to feel your legs around her face

୨୧ in fact, i’m a strong believer that she could just cum by hearing you moan her name. you can’t believe your eyes when you feel her nails dig into your thighs and lottie desperately closing her legs and rubbing them together, groaning into your pussy :(

୨୧ big fan of overstimulating you!!! holding your hips to keep you riding her face or her strap if she’s under you or rubbing your clit even after you made a mess on her fingers just to watch you squirm and cry for her 🤓

୨୧ i’ve mentioned this before BUT fucking you against a mirror in dressing rooms? she’s all in. even better if she’s fucking you from behind with a strap AND forcing you look at your messy and humiliating reflection in the mirror

୨୧ now when it comes to her, she loves when you suck her but keep your eyes on hers. eye contact is!!!! her fingers go crazy in your hair, pulling and holding so tight that it hurts but you don’t give a damn about it

୨୧ she wouldn't ever say no but she prefers to have her time with you instead of quickies. im a lottie hopeless romantic truther!!!

୨୧ i feel like she's not really loud when you're eating her out or fucking her, she just moans your name and lets lots of soft, weak and breathy noises and whimpers out 😵‍💫

[undead-supernova]

Chapter 2 - Series Masterlist

playlist

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

plot: you and Eddie decide you're both showing up. grab some beer, bowl. let that melted cheese on your nachos bring you to a state of vulnerability.

wc: 6k

cw: bickering, smoking, bowling, and alcohol consumption

fic title reference: We Are Going To Be Friends by The White Stripes

I Saw the TV Glow was a big inspiration for this chapter. I don't know how to explain that. They couldn't be more opposite storylines. It did spark this idea so I still have to shout it out. And I listened to the soundtrack while writing it! Beautiful.

p.s. if you havent seen I Saw the TV Glow, you totally should. it's a very important story about queerness and one of the best movies to be released this year. anyways don't think about that right now. instead, go ahead and read this chapter that I'm very proud of. watch the movie after.

There once was a boy who made your impressionable heart swell. He was the class clown, the certified It Boy of your middle school class. Not a jock by any stretch of the imagination, all lanky and desperate for just a touch of peach fuzz on his upper lip. But he was charming. And funny. And cute.

He made the girls giggle and twirl their hair, imitating the exaggerations of television. They would wear makeup to school, always quick to pass around tubes of lip gloss as soon as they left their mothers’ cars. 

You, however, stayed true to yourself. You tried the natural approach, quite certain that he would like you if you didn’t act like the other girls. Sure, he never looked your way. He never gave you a second thought. But, for some reason, that meant something to you.

The day you were assigned a seat next to him in English, he’d forgotten his book. This was your shot. This was your moment. So you offered to share yours, heads huddled together to peer down at the pages of Catcher in the Rye. Your heart was pounding in your ears, shutting out the teacher completely.

After class, he’d thanked you. Asked for your name. Told you it was really pretty. Then he asked for your help on his next paper.

And you said yes immediately, a larva without the protection of a chrysalis.

You agonized over his papers, noting that he wasn’t necessarily the best writer or all that smart, but it was him. He trusted you with his words and that meant he could trust you with his heart. At some point.

Until the end of eighth grade when he invited you to meet him on the playground, behind a large oak tree that the kids used as cover to make out. You’d approached slowly, wearing the lipstick you’d stolen from the local pharmacy.

But when you peered around, you were drenched in spoiled milk. Milk. 

A chorus of laughter sounded and you watched in horror as your crush grinned at you like you were entertainment.

His friend handed him a five dollar bill and they ran off.

That was all you were worth.

After that, you thought you knew what hurt was. What it was like to learn your lesson and never allow yourself the ability to fall into something like that again. An unrequited crush. But that was before high school, where the boys got more clever in their humiliation. Fake love notes, getting handsy at dances before calling you a freak. 

You swore never to let a boy you liked be mean to you again. You meant it.

But never once did you believe it.

It’s just a bowling alley, you thought. Spending one night with him won’t kill me.

The parking lot was nearly deserted, outside of a few Hondas and a gray Chevy Astro. Two of the street lamps were blown out, the remaining three dulled by the fierce January chill. 

You wondered if Eddie would even show up. Maybe this was his prank, one with Ashton Kutcher as an accomplice waiting around in an alley and snickering to themselves. You’d believe it. He was devious enough to make it happen.

It would be a joke for the ages, after you’d applied makeup and spent time working on your hair. You’d put on something casual but seemingly more put together, a deep brown long-sleeved shirt, leaving the first two buttons popped. Layered on top was a cropped, dark green jacket with a hood. You’d settled for dark blue jeans and Converse, sure, but the muted nude pink lipstick you pathetically checked in the sun visor was a step above your usual stupidity.

But Eddie had been insistent about this and it hurt to admit it, but you believed him. In your hardest of hearts, you trusted his word. It was aggravating.

The clock struck seven and you gave yourself one last deep breath before you got out of your car and made your way to the entrance. 

Lanesman was a frequent spot for you, a solitary activity that gave you an excuse to revert to your childhood. After you’d moved back and took this job, you found yourself gravitating towards what used to bring you joy. Bowling with the kid bumpers apparently did the trick.

Working at a high school made you realize that growing up didn’t mean forgetting. It didn’t mean an automatic erasure of what used to soothe your blues. If anything, it reinforced your need for that promise of safety.

The lobby was beige and dull, walls smattered in faded neon paint that hadn’t been updated since your youth. A miserable looking teenager stood at the concession stand, frustratedly trying to get the popcorn to pop. 

As you scanned further, you felt something shock your system as you saw Eddie standing there, waving at you with his plethora of rings twinkling in a fluorescent haze.

He looked nice tonight, with a black Henley, jeans, and Converse that mirrored yours. He started towards you, leaving you to notice the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. A hint of black could be spotted underneath, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as you wondered what tattoos he hid underneath.

But the thing that got you was his hair.

You’d never seen it down before, couldn’t even estimate how long you thought it would be. It hung in wavy curtains around his face and draped onto his shoulders. This was something you hadn’t seen coming. And here he was, sidling up to you.

“You’re early,” you started.

“Yeah, well,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m honestly shocked you showed up.”

“Yes, it seems that we are both in a state of shock.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ll have to trust me eventually, you know.”

“We’ll see about that,” you shot back, shaking your head.

He snorted. “Alright, well. I’ll get the shoes if you get the beer.”

“I can do that,” you agreed before giving him your shoe size.

Eddie lifted his fingers and shot you with finger guns. “Always believed in you.”

He winked. 

Frustration flooded your system as he held your gaze for a moment too long. “I’m leaving now,” you murmured before walking away.

“You do that.”

Yeah, I will, you thought. Dickhead.

You made your way to the counter where that poor kid held up a finger as he attempted to fix the popcorn machine. The sounds of the arcade in the other room projected into the concession area, electronic sounds and buzzers trying to lure children in. As if there were any here in the first place. 

Eventually you ordered, getting a pitcher of beer and nachos. As you waited for the cheese machine to whirl back to life, you found your eyes wandering over towards the shoe hut. 

Eddie was laughing at something the kid said before taking two pairs of shoes and heading towards the back where the lanes were. Those areas were covered in blue wallpaper with pink squiggles, glowing neon in the rotating lights. He faded into the glow, dropping the shoes onto the table. 

You wondered why he’d gotten here early, going so far as to avoid the observation once you’d acknowledged it. This wasn’t even including his attitude being much more reserved than usual. He didn’t mock you once in that entire interaction. 

The night was still young, though.

When you walked over, Eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of goodies in your arms.

“Beer and nachos?” he asked.

“Got a problem with nachos?”

Eddie grabbed a chip, drenching it in as much cheese as he could. “No, but you will after I eat all of them,” he said before tossing it into his mouth.

“Of course you’d never leave me any,” you commented as you set down the cups, beer, and nachos next to the shoes. 

He swallowed before shaking his head. “You know I can just get us some more, right?”

You shrugged off your coat, tossing it over his. “So that you can eat all of those, too?”

“These are some harsh accusations.”

“They’re hunches,” you countered, crossing your arms over your chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Come on. Tonight’s supposed to be about starting over, remember?”

You knew he was right. This was supposed to be a truce. Where was your can-do attitude? 

You took a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, okay. Sure. Yes. Starting over.”

Eddie smiled at you before throwing out his hand. “Hi, I’m Eddie Munson. Nice to meet you.”

You stared down at his hand. “We’re doing this?”

His smile widened. “We are.”

“Okay, fine.” You introduced yourself before taking his hand in yours. Shaking it, you added, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“What do you do for work?”

You snorted. “Uh, I’m a freshman English teacher at South Jefferson High School.”

He gave you a surprised expression. “You’re serious?”

“Uh, yeah?” you asked, confused.

He placed his free hand on his chest. “I’m a freshman English teacher at South Jefferson High School.” 

That was when you realized what was going on. What Eddie was attempting to do. You were really starting over. And if he was animated about this bit then, fuck it, you could be, too. 

Enthusiastically, you exclaimed, “What? That’s crazy!”

Eddie grinned, sparking something inside you. “Isn’t it?”

“How come I’ve never seen you around before?” you asked, fully playing along now.

“I don’t know! I’m in room 11A.”

You gasped. “I’m in 14A.”

“This is so bizarre.”

“I know. Small world, huh?”

In the silence that followed, you became aware of pressure that remained against your palm. The forgotten sensation that had your eyes lowering to your hand. They were joined, warmth being passed back and forth as your playful exchange came to a close. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.

So, you let go.

“Wanna bowl?” you asked, still feeling hazy. “With…me?”

Eddie coughed before sticking his hands in his back pockets. “Absolutely. Though, I have to warn you that I have the bumpers up.”

You smiled. “That’s the only way to play.”

Eddie won the first round. 

However, much to his dismay, you won the second.

It involved a lot of groans, snorts, and retreats to the beer pitcher in between turns. Overall, it was a pretty civil affair which surprised Eddie. He wondered how you felt about it.

The two of you now sat on top of the joint tables, having gone through a second pitcher of beer and demolished another helping of nachos. There’d only been one or two lanes taken up since you started, the room still in near silence outside of “I Wanna Love You” by Akon and Snoop Dogg playing over the crackled speakers. 

You sat close to one another, mirroring each other. Both you and Eddie were hunched over, feet planted on the chair in front. But as the conversation continued, you were turning closer to one another. The distance didn’t really feel like distance anymore.

Eddie was finishing off his final sip of beer when you suggested, “What if we did honesty hour?”

He glanced over at you, slowly lowering his cup. “What, like ask each other questions?”

“Yeah, and the other person has to answer. Nonegotiable.”

That was rather brave of you. And bold. You avoided any and all sense of trying to understand him. Not once did you ask him a question that wasn’t drenched in kerosene. Plus, what did you know about honesty? You grew defensive at any hint of curiosity and hostile when he reiterated whatever you told him. Could this really be considered progress or just a chance to seem like the good guy?

“Oh, I don’t know if you could handle your own game,” he challenged.

“What!” you exclaimed, lifting your hands.

He shook his head, unable to believe you were seriously that shocked. “You always have this look in your eye,” he said, wiggling his fingers in your face.

“What look?” you asked, slapping his hand away.

“Like you’re withholding information.”

One of your eyebrows twitched. “Is it wrong for me to keep some things to myself?” you argued, a forced chuckle leaving your lips. “I don’t need to tell you every thought in my head.”

“Why not?” “Because you make fun of everything I do!”

Eddie shook his head again, your irony bordering on comical. “You get mad at everything I do. Why do you get to be all high and mighty about it?”

“Because at least I keep my opinions to myself.”

“You make your opinions very clear, actually.” You rolled your eyes. “Okay, so are we gonna start or what? I don’t wanna do this if you’re gonna keep getting defensive.”

You let out a small groan. “Okay, yes. Fine.”

“We’ll start off easy, okay?” You nodded. “What was your favorite part of Napoleon Dynamite?”

You chuckled, catching him off guard. Then you smiled and an unexpected ease filled his chest. “Oh, most definitely Napoleon test tasting the milk.”

“It’s so nasty,” he agreed, feeling a laugh escape him. “Almost as good as the part when he watches Pedro ride his bike and asks if he can too and—”

“And he breaks the ramp!” you finished for him.

He nodded emphatically. “Yes, exactly!”

“I loved it. It was really funny.”

“What can I say? I have good taste.”

“You have one point,” you told him, holding up your pointer finger. “One.”

He shrugged. “That’s one more than yesterday.”

“Guess that means it’s my turn to ask a question?”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I think I have a few more.”

“What? I came up with the idea.”

“Yes, but you always dodge answering anything honestly.”

“As if you don’t say anything other than,” you lowered your voice, “Oh, look at me. I’m so cool. You’re just jealous ‘cause I’m just so cool.”

Eddie snorted. “And what do you think you do?” He raised the pitch of his voice. “What? How dare you! Stop that! Ugh. I could never.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed. “I do sound like that.”

“Finally rolling an eighteen for once.”

You paused. Eddie watched as you looked down. “Did you just…” you trailed, eyes slowly coming back up to meet his. “Did you just make a Dungeons and Dragons reference?”

“Maybe.”

A loud chortle flew through the air as you exclaimed, “Oh my god! You’re a nerd!”

He rolled his eyes. “Nerd? Really? Are we in high school?” You gave him a playful shrug. “The fact that you know the rules means you’re just as big of a nerd as I am.”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed. “It’s not a bad thing. It just feels like. Well. I don’t know. I guess, to me, it feels like you’re a real human being now.”

“That’s because you have forgotten to ask me anything about myself.” You opened your mouth, but he beat you to the punch. “Which you can do after I ask mine.”

“Okay, fine,” you replied with a huff.

“Do you actually enjoy teaching at SJ?”

“Of course I do,” you said too quickly, eyes narrowing.

Eddie shook his head. “Defensive. I really am asking. It’s not a trap.”

“Fine, fine,” you agreed, holding up your hands. “I enjoy what I’ve started doing. I mean, I don’t think I’ve made the impact that I’ve wanted to, which was why getting the opportunity to do this full-time was really exciting.”

“Do you think this’ll be a long term thing? Teaching here?”

“I hope so. Maybe not forever, but I want to right now. I think I owe it to these kids who’re already in such a vulnerable phase in their lives. It keeps getting scarier out in the world. The least I can do is try to help make it easier with the small pocket of time I have in their lives.”

“That’s really sweet,” Eddie whispered, and he meant it.

“Oh, thanks,” you whispered back. “I mean it.”

“Does your family live around here? Or your, uh, boyfriend.” He panicked when you raised an eyebrow. “Or girlfriend. I, uh, I don’t judge.”

Shaking your head, you said, “No, my family isn’t around. I haven’t seen them in over a year. I moved back and then they moved across the country. Besides, we barely call. We’re all bad at using the phone. I write them sometimes, but it’s usually attached to cheesy holiday cards.” You looked down at your cup. “And no. I don’t have a partner of any kind at the moment.”

“Interesting,” he said.

“Do you?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I what?”

“Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?”

Eddie almost said, “Why do you wanna know?” But you were making real progress for once. He couldn’t fuck it up now. Not when your eyes were returning to his, brave and unafraid now.

“I do not,” he answered. “I don’t have a partner of any kind right now.”

“And your family?”

It was his turn to cower away. “Yikes,” he whispered, planting a goofy expression on his face to soften the blow. “Uh, yeah. My dad’s in jail and my mom passed when I was a kid. My uncle lived around here but he actually met a nice guy so now they pose as roommates in Ohio.”

“What’s in Ohio?”

That was your answer? To everything he just said, giving you the basics of a fucked up childhood, the only thing you had to respond with was a question about what state his uncle and his boyfriend settled on?

“Dave, I guess,” he replied, studying your lack of expression. You let out a hum and nodded. “Does that not, like, weird you out?”

“What part exactly?”

“My parents.”

You shook your head. “No, not really.”

“Hm.”

“Do you want me to be weirded out?”

“No, I…” Eddie trailed before taking a deep breath. “I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

You nodded. “Then you’ll be absolutely ecstatic to know that I am far from being weirded out.”

“Incredible,” he said lightly, trying to force out a laugh. He sobered up quickly when you gave him a closed-lip smile. “Last question.”

“Hit me.”

Do you really hate me?

He blinked. “Would you go outside with me and share a cigarette?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

So you climbed off the tables, grabbing your jackets and heading back out the front door. Eddie had been eyeing your appearance all night, especially the lipstick you’d donned. You never wore lipstick at work and you hadn’t the last few times he saw you around the city. Why now?

If only asking questions didn’t get him annihilated. 

“I’ve actually decided I want my own,” you said, turning toward him.

“Of course you do.” Your breaths fogged together as you chuckled. “Are you finally gonna try a Marlboro Red?”

Your smile bordered on mischief as you pointed your thumb at the parking lot. “I mean, I have a pack of Newports in my car. I could always go get them.”

Eddie shook his head, slipping his pack out of his jacket. “Nah, I don’t trust you to come back.”

Snapping, you said, “Damn. You foiled my epic evil plan.”

“I see right through you.”

“You sure do.”

Eddie held out a lone cigarette for you to take. You gave him a small smile before plucking it from his fingers and sliding it between your teeth. He tried handing you the lighter but you shook your head.

“You’re not gonna light it for me?” you asked around the cigarette. “Some manners you’ve got.”

With only a snort as a response, Eddie lit both of your cigarettes at the same time. The smoke swirled through the air, mimicking a blanket of snow you were sure to get in the next few weeks.

The banter between you was nice. Eddie had made his peace with the constant back and forth, but nothing felt better than this. The two of you being civil and, if not friends, friendly. Your scowl had faded, leaving behind your gentler expressions. If he didn’t find you beautiful before, there was something almost explosive about what he saw now.

He wondered what it was like to grow up so wondrous. What kind of kid you were and whether you experienced the atrocities that he had in high school. What did you turn into after, when you could grasp at the sleeves of freedom? Did your fingers ever slip?

You bent down to stub out the cigarette before tossing it in the trash can next to the door. Eddie watched you, wondering how he could keep you from leaving. Sure, you probably weren’t thinking about leaving. But. Still.

He needed more time with you. He needed more time to understand you. And if you were to walk away from here tonight without divulging those details, he thought he’d explode. Especially when you’d be back as coworkers the following week.

So, he got an idea.

“We should go to the little arcade inside.”

“Why, so I can beat your ass?”

“Woah there!” Eddie exclaimed. “Trash talk. I like it.”

You took a step towards the door, watching as he flicked his cigarette out onto the pavement. “Guess you’re rubbing off on me.”

Before you could pull any further, Eddie was taking the handle from you. “I should do it more often,” he replied, gesturing for you to walk through.

“It’s only ‘cause I’m a little tipsy.”

“You didn’t have to drink the beer. I mean, it is kinda shitty.”

You shrugged. “I’ve been having fun. Sue me.”

“Then you’ll be excited to know that the arcade is the final showdown.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, think about it. I won the first round. You won the second, right?” You nodded. “So who is the winner?”

“We could tie and practice good sportsmanship.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You giggled. You fucking giggled.

It jolted him. It wasn’t lightning, but rather the shock of static electricity on an unforgiven doorknob. 

“You’re right,” you said with a shrug.

God, he really fucking liked you.

“We’ll play three rounds,” Eddie started, fiddling with the coins in his hands. “First are Galaga and Target Terror. And then, for our final showdown? The claw machine.”

“The claw machine is rigged,” you argued. “We’ll both lose.”

“Yeah, with that attitude.” You snorted. “You can’t know if you don’t try.”

Instead of whipping up some witty comeback, you trudged over to the dusty Galaga machine, noting that one of the coin slots was shattered.

Eddie came to stand next to you, plopping a coin in your palm before you thrusted it into the unbroken slot and took off.

One thing you’d failed to mention up until this point was how shitty you were at any and all arcade games. You’d once thought Galaga was your favorite, something you gravitated towards as a kid. The flashes of neon against the black, with only specks of color to create the illusion of a night sky. It always drew you in, the feeling that you were escaping somewhere outside yourself. Outside of the reality— 

“Oh, come on, really?” you exclaimed as you failed. 

“You’re just smashing the keys,” Eddie groaned.

You shot him a look. “But that’s what you’re supposed to do!”

“Well,” he started, bumping your hip with his. “Doesn’t matter now ‘cause you’re dead. Officially. Time for you to scoot over. Come on.”

Reluctantly, you switched places. 

And, boy, were you immediately intimidated.

Eddie was a whiz, all calm and collected as he focused on the screen like his life depended on it. His fingers stretched, skillfully defending space from the countless hoards of aliens and other creatures that dared to cross his path. 

He finally died at the low low score of 140,820. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered as he took a step back and grinned at you.

“So that’s, what, two points now for me and one for you?”

You tried to suppress your glare. “Good job,” you said through your teeth.

Eddie gave you a bow. “Why, thank you. Sometimes it pays off to be a nerd.”

It wasn’t that you were a sore loser. But you were with a sore winner. Now it was time to get your revenge. How you would do that was beyond you, but you had to try.

“Come on,” you told him.

Your next destination was the Target Terror, taking the red gun before he even approached. For good measure, you turned and pretended to shoot him. Eddie let out a dramatic gasp before clutching his chest and falling to the floor.

Laughter tumbled out of you without any thought, made boisterous when he twitched and kept making the stupidest noises you’d ever heard before finally playing dead.

“Bravo,” you complimented.

Like a flattened cartoon character, he regenerated and sprung back up to his feet. 

“I’m a natural, I know,” he responded, sliding coins in for you both.

“Yeah, you should be the next drama teacher.”

He grabbed the blue gun. “I actually think I’d kick ass at it.”

He didn’t sound like he was joking.

As you went to shoot the start button, you couldn’t help but look over at Eddie. He was checking out the gun and deciding on his hand placement as if that mattered. But you were thinking about something else.

Eddie was a good guy, wasn’t he? Take away his revolting arrogance and inability to keep his mouth shut and you could see a person underneath. His ambition mirrored yours and maybe, just maybe, his heart had been in the right place all along. Maybe there was more to him that you wanted to learn.

You wanted to be his friend.

Eddie caught your eye, pausing to look up at you. “What?” he asked. “You waiting on me?”

“Um.” You made yourself look back at the screen. “Yeah, I want to win fair and you’re taking too long. So. Uh. Let’s play.”

Without another word, you shot the first level and the two of you were off, trying to kill as many bad guys as you could. Though, they were kinda lame, just some guys in hoodies and sunglasses. A few of them were women which you appreciated, but they were the only ones who seemed like they had any real backstories. 

You tried not to sneak a glance over at Eddie’s score, but you couldn’t help it. You were winning. He seemed to be struggling, glancing over at you every so often. His frustrated looks sat in your peripheral, leaving you with a shit eating grin on your face as you took your sweet time. 

“What the hell,” he said when it hit game over.

You pretended to blow smoke off of your plastic gun before putting it back. “You were just smashing the trigger,” you said. “So, that’s, what? Two points for me, two for you?”

Eddie sighed. “Guess I deserved that one.”

You smirked. 

The claw machine was the final destination, lined in yellow and emitting a neon glow. Turning to look at Eddie, you saw the neon illuminating his dark eyes which were solely on you. 

You nearly did a double take, suddenly overwhelmed by the exposure.

“What?” you asked.

“What?” he retorted, smirking.

“You’re staring at me.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re really pretty.”

Your gut twisted again. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?’

“I feel like you look at me as some, I don’t know, clownish hag or something.”

“Clownish hag?” he repeated.

“Or something.”

Eddie laughed. “You’re just saying that because that’s how you see me.”

“You think that I think you’re a clownish hag?”

“Isn’t that why you’re so annoyed by me?”

“No, I’m annoyed by you because your goal in life is to make mine miserable.”

“Sure, yeah. Let’s go with that.” You rolled your eyes. “So how do you see me then? Hm?” “I mean, a guy like you already knows how pretty he is. I don’t think I have to be the one to tell you that.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Pretty, huh?”

“What?” you asked, blinking.

“You think I’m pretty, too.”

“Objectively, yes.”

“Objectively,” he repeated, snorting.

“You can’t deny it.”

“Only if you don’t deny finding me pretty.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright. Come on.” He gestured towards the machine. “Go ahead and try.”

Your eyes lingered on him for possibly a second too long before you returned your attention to the claw machine. Hitting the start button, you moved the claw around the box. You were sure this was going to fail. There was no other way for this to go.

Eddie called me pretty.

It was a rigged system. You give them your money, left with the unspoken contract that this was a game of chance. You paid for what you got in the end. No take backs. No refunds. What you ended up with was what you ended up with. There was no return to the way things were before you gave away something so special. 

Eddie called me pretty.

But in the end, there really was nothing left to lose. So, you slammed your hand down on the button.

Eddie called me pretty.

Slowly, the claw extended and fell against a small tiger plushie. It clamped down on its head before slowly rising. You gasped as it stayed secure and moved towards the safety box inside. Then, the claw opened.

And you won.

Almost simultaneously, you and Eddie erupted in shrieks, jumping up and down as you stared at the machine in disbelief. 

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed.

His eyes sparkled. “You did it!” 

“I know! That was crazy!”

Eddie laughed and gave you a high five. “That was amazing.”

You shrugged. “I’m the best, what can I say?”

“Can’t disagree with you there, sweetheart.”

You felt your eyes widen, mirroring the same exact movement now coming from him. 

Sweetheart.

Of all the names you’d been given from crushes, part-time lovers, and partners, never had you heard the word sweetheart.

It sent a wave of bubbles to your gut before floating up, up, up and into your throat. You tried to clear it, but nothing could get it out. Eddie held your stare, seemingly unable to make a comment. Unable to call you out for what you surely knew he knew despite you not really knowing for yourself. 

What was happening?

“Eddie?”

You heard him take a sharp inhale as his name left your lips. It was the first time you’d uttered it out loud. To yourself. To someone else.

To him.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, slowly. “Anything.”

You could feel yourself unraveling. “Do you really want to be my friend?” you whispered.

Eddie’s expression softened. “Of course I do.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.” He didn’t even blink.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

The catch in your throat was enough.

Eddie’s hands lifted, fingers slowly curling around your cheeks before bringing your lips to his. 

It was the meteor you never saw coming. A gentle kind of impact. It’s intense and explosive, but there’s safety. Somehow, Eddie’s the reason why. 

He was gone too quickly, not giving you enough time to process why he was making you feel this way. But his eyes met yours and suddenly he was the breathless one.

“Uh, sorry,” he said, taking slow blinks.

You didn’t know what to say. Too many questions were caught in your throat. Was this manipulation? Was this real? And if it was, did that mean he liked you? Did that mean that you liked him?

But Eddie began to take a step back and it angered you to no end.

“Don’t you dare,” you grumbled, grabbing onto that stupid open collar of his. “Come here.” You pulled him back toward you, connecting your lips once more.

The trance fixed itself, your brain struck with neon pixels of excitement, of bewilderment. There was this need to completely consume him. To take his breath as your own so that you may understand who he is and what makes this so different.

You knew you’d never be the same after this ended.

Eddie was quick to reverse the roles, turning you around pulling you to the other side of the claw machine, hiding you both. You had no problem shoving him against the wall, both hands on his chest now. 

He broke through your arms, reaching for your jaw once more and dragging you closer. As if that were possible. As if there was any space left between your bodies. 

It wasn’t desire. It was necessity.

Your fingers locked around his hips, digging your fingernails as hard as you could. It was instinctual, like there was no other way this could go.

He let out a deep moan, sounding more like a growl than anything else. It sprung you further as you pressed your hips against his. You found friction and chased it without hesitation. 

Hands moved down to your neck, squeezing ever so lightly.

Your goosebumps rose like static electricity. 

But then someone cleared their throat. Loudly.

You jumped away, turning to find the kid from the counter. “Uh, yeah, hi. Please stop making out in the arcade.”

“Oh, sorry,” you said.

All he did was shrug and walk away.

Slowly, your heart slowed down and you dared yourself to look back at Eddie, his pink lips coated in your lipstick.

His eyes were already on yours, but you could see little flickers to your lips. It restarted that pumping, pushing you to take a step forward.

So did he.

His hand found your elbow and drew you forward.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

“That was…” he trailed.

“It was what?” you asked, feeling dread pool in your stomach.

He paused. Too long, your thoughts echoed. Too long.

And that’s when it finally hit you.

Eddie hadn’t given you a second glance before the book club debacle started. There was no indication of interest or intrigue, settling on December as the start date of his ventures. December, when it was finalized that the two of you would be sponsoring together. 

He’d come into the break room for lunch. He had to know you’d be in there, had to know already that you were co-sponsors. Why else would he try to rile you up? Why else would he try to befriend you?

He was tricking you.

This had been his plan all along. 

He was trying to get you to forget all about the book club. He was trying to take it for himself. You knew he’d certainly read enough books to know how to do it. 

This was what men did. They got you alone, vulnerable, and then stabbed you in the back. Their games were always the same. 

You’d grown up, but you were still just as naive as you were at eleven. Fifteen. Nineteen. Twenty-five.

“What am I doing?” you wondered out loud, glancing at him one last time before you turned and walked towards your coat and purse.

Eddie didn’t follow you.

Once more, you smoothed the wrinkles in your white button down and red floral skirt. Your heel-clad feet ached as you leaned against the desk at the head of the room. Next to you was Eddie, back to his bun and waiter uniform. He stood a few feet away, but you were more than conscious of his presence.

It was cumbersome, lighting your skin on fire as you gave fake smiles to every student filing into your classroom at three-ten in the afternoon. The tension was palpable, found in the awkward silence that rested between the two of you.

One by one, the students sat down and made small talk with their friends. They laughed and giggled, eyes flickering over to you two every so often.

But at three-fifteen, you heard Eddie clear his throat.

“We’re going to start by re-introducing ourselves,” he started.

You both said your names.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Eddie, watching as he did the same.

Quickly averting your gaze, you took a quick breath and looked back at the kids.

“So,” you said. “Who wants to go first?”

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thank you to @littlexdeaths for her dividers :')

[7ndipity]

“Made For Me”

Yoongi x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Yoongi comes home super needy, that’s it. It’s just pwp.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex(pls don’t do that), hair pulling, mentions of color system, swearing, not proofread

A/N: No thoughts, head empty, just horny, needy Yoongi. You’re welcome.(this was also partially requested, so thank you to the lovely anon who motivated me to finish this!)

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You were stood at the kitchen sink, washing a few stray dishes, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Y/n?” Yoongi called.

“In here.” You called over your shoulder.

No more than a few seconds later, a pair of strong arms slinked around your waist, a grin spread across your face as you felt him let out a contented sigh as he pressed himself to your back.

“Hi.” Yoongi said lowly in your ear.

“Hey.” You chuckled, leaning back into his embrace slightly. “How was your day?”

“Long.” He replied, brushing your hair aside so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck. “Kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Really? What about?”

“How much I missed you, how much I love you, how good you felt last night.” His voice dropped as he spoke, a shiver running up your spine as he trailed his fingers across your stomach.

You turned your head to meet his hooded stare, allowing him to draw your lips into a slow, languid kiss, his tongue immediately probing into your mouth and earning a weak noise from you, spurring the growing warmth in your belly.

Slowly, he pulled away, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"C'mon." He whispered, taking your hand.

"Where are we going?" You asked in an equally soft tone, feigning ignorance.

"You know damn well." He said, making you giggle at his impatience. It wasn’t a side of him you got to see often.

He was forward when it came to initiating sex, yes, but he would usually take more time to wind you up, taking a great deal of pleasure from teasing you til you were as desperate as he was. Granted, it never took much to get you there, but still.

Leading you into the bedroom, he released his hold on your hand just long enough to pull the curtains, darkening the room just enough and giving that extra feeling of security that he knew you preferred.

“Now, where were we?” He asked, coming back to where you waited at the foot of the bed, watching him carefully. Once he was close enough, you pulled him in for another deep kiss, earning a pleased sound from him as you let your hands wander as his did, removing layers of clothing and caressing the newly revealed expanses of your bodies.

"So fucking soft." His lips dragged along your skin as he spoke, gripping onto the fullness of your sides as he kissed along the line of your shoulder, drifting down towards your chest.

"Yoongi." You breathed, not trusting your voice as he pushed you to lie back on the bed, now only in your bra and panties, catching you off guard as he knelt between your legs, rather than looming over you as he tended to do when he was in these moods.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.” He soothed, his breath ghosting over your skin, making you shiver and clench around nothing.

“But first, I want you to suffocate me with these fucking thighs.” He growled, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively in his rough hands.

He leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to your heat before licking a stripe over your underwear, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Can never get enough of this pussy.” He murmured, hooking his fingers into material to pull them down, letting out a shaky breath as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

“Already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything. Are you really always this needy for me?”

“Yes.” You admitted, not caring that he was trying to tease you, you just wanted him to do something, anything. “Yoongi, please.”

“Hmm, since you said please.” He leaned in again, licking another stripe through your folds, humming at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He teased your clit lightly, kissing and licking the sensitive bud gently before sealing his lips around it and sucking harshly, causing your hips to buck up into his face.

“Fuck!” You squirmed as he continued his ministrations, but he held you in place, hooking his arms around your legs to keep you from moving around too much.

He repeated the pattern of teasing licks and suction a few more times before slipping a finger in, making you whine slightly, needing more, but knowing if you were too impatient, he would give you nothing.

Luckily, he could read your body like a book, adding a second finger as he pumped into your squelching heat, curling them upwards slightly to find the spot that made your head fall back as you let out another choked whine.

“I’m-, fuck, I’m close.” You said, hands coming down to tug at his hair.

He hummed against you, the reverberations sending you toppling over the edge, moaning his name and rutting against his face as you came.

He worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, only stopping when he felt you twitch from sensitivity, pulling away to smirk at you, wiping the sheen of your arousal from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before coming up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Turn over.” He ordered as you parted, his voice still soft despite the lustful rasp in it.

With shaky limbs, you rolled over onto all fours, letting him manhandle you slightly as he moved you into the position he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He growled, leaning over you, kneading your ass as he ground his hips against yours teasingly, letting you feel his hard length rub along your wet folds, collecting some of your wetness, before suddenly pressing against your entrance and slipping in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed in your twitching heat.

You moaned in unison at the stretch before he quickly began to set the pace, building up a tempo that had your tummy tightening again already. Your limbs began to shake, arms quickly giving out and letting you fall forward with your face in the pillows, muffling your increasing whines.

Letting out a low growl, Yoongi caught hold of your hair, tugging you back up so that your back was pressed to his front as he continued to pound into you.

“Fuck, this fucking pussy feels so good.” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours at a near animalistic pace. “Was fucking made for me, wasn’t it?

“Yoongi.” You whined as you clutched at him for stability, tears slipping down your face.

“Color?” He asked, slowing slightly as he noticed your tears.

“Green, so fucking green.” You panted. “Please, don’t stop.”

He grinned before picking up his pace again, slamming into you harder and making you cry out.

“God, you’re so perfect, can’t believe you’re mine.” He groaned, thrusts growing more frantic and sporadic as he neared his high.

“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered his name again.

“What is it Doll, hmm?” He asked, feeling you clenching around him. “You need to cum again?”

“Yes!” You gasped. “Please, Yoongi, please!” You were babbling, and Yoongi could tell you were close to your breaking point.

Slipping a hand around your front, he found your clit and rubbed it furiously, making you quake beneath him as you came, squeezing him so tight he could barely move.

“Fuck, Doll!” Pulling out, he quickly jerked himself a few more times before cumming across your back, painting your skin with splashes of white.

Fatigue setting in quickly, you more or less collapsed on the bed, drifting in and out for a minute, slowly focusing back in as you felt a calloused hand gently brushing the hair out of your face, stroking your cheek tenderly.

“There you are.” Yoongi said, a soft smile teasing at the corners of his lips as your eyes focused on him lying next to you, a blanket now covering the both of you.

“You checked out on me for a minute there.” He said gently. “You okay? How do you feel?”

“Good, tired.” You said, giving him a sleepy grin. “How ‘bout you?”

“Better now.” He said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Can I get you anything?”

You shook your head. “Just hold me?”

“Done.” He said, scooching closer and wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you.” You said, snuggling against him.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?”

“Everything.” He said. “For loving me, for letting me love you.”

Gosh, you really do turn into the biggest softie after sex, don’t you?” You giggled.

“Agh, nevermind, just go to sleep.” He grumbled, resting his head on yours.

“Yoongi?” You said.

“What?”

“I love you too.”

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Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 1

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 1722

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A/N : Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

Another night approaches as multiple moons emerge from the waves. I adjust my mask, ensuring it's sealed to my cheeks, as I shuffle off my light shawl, leaving just my wetsuit and waterproof tablet. The morning winds nip at my exposed skin, and I make haste into the reef, gracefully submerging myself and diving down to the reef bed to escape the chill of the evening.

I was one of the last marine biologists left on Pandora after the fall of the Omatikaya's Hometree, yet by the grace of Eywa I was taken into her embrace and was allowed to live amongst the flora and fauna. I now reside on the coastline a couple hours from the Metkayina settlements; respecting the ocean-dwelling Navi immensely, I made sure to leave them alone and stay in my small corner of the ocean; content with just researching and documenting the underwater flora and fauna. Though I may seem isolated here on my lonesome I do make frequent calls to Norm and Max to update their data files, ordering human supplies or just for a chat yet sometimes I yearn for someone else to share my experiences with...

Weaving through bioluminescent kelp, flippers boost me through the currents I glide to a halt and unsheathe my switchblade to harvest some vegetation and check on the coral's health. Happy with the healthy flora and the harvest I document photos for my log and bask in the temperate waters. I smile at the stillness from the ocean bed, turning onto my back and gazing up through the water's surface, mesmerised by the reflection of light shimmering across the lapping waves from below.

Eventually, my lungs begin to burn yearning for oxygen, and I move to breach the surface, breaking the water tension my mask immediately intakes the Pandoran air and swiftly converts it to plain oxygen. As I catch my breath, I watch Ilu ride the waves and birds dive into the ocean to nab up small fish for their dinner. My stomach rumbles at the through and my mind drifts back to the edible vegetation in my pouch, I paddle back to shore and squeeze the water from my hair before I begin stoking a fire to roast my own dinner.

Time gets away from me as I continue to do tasks onshore like chopping wood and transferring files into the databank. My thoughts are disturbed by a shrill ring, Norm's contact blaring from my tablet. I quickly accept it as Norm appears on the screen; giving a curt wave before he started speaking.

"Hey (Y/n), how are you? Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, but I have a favour to ask." He rambles, arms gesturing awkwardly.

"Uh, nah I'm not doing much; how can I help ya Norm?" I say absent-mindedly as I continue weaving a new blanket, preparing for the cooler weather.

"Mo'at needs some specific medicinal herbs, but they can only be found in the deeper parts of the reef bed. Considering you're now quite an adept diver I thought to ask you first before connecting with the Metkayina traders."

"Oh yeah no problem, I'll duck out in a moment and get that heading your way no problem" I smile as I stand to pull my wetsuit back on from its drying rack.

Norm rubs his nape and bows his head in gratitude "I can't thank you enough (Y/n) just text me when you're done so I can send someone out there to collect the goods"

"Easy, I'll get back to you soon, but if you don't hear back by tomorrow afternoon assume I drowned" I laugh in jest.

I watch as Norm scrunches his face in horror "Don't make me come over there for a welfare check buddy, because I will! I swear it." Norm sighs exasperated by my words wagging his finger to the camera.

"Oh, I'm just kidding Normie; have some faith in me will ya." I giggle as I slip the thick fabric up my torso, Navi stripes adorn the fabric, mimicking the Metkayina's camouflage.

"How many times have I asked you to quit it with the 'Normie'…" Norm scolds but it holds no venom at all. "Look, you better update me straight away ok! I got to go; Max needs some help in the lab, see ya (Y/n)." He waves and disconnects as I wave goodbye myself.

I release a sigh as I take a final note of all the things I need and make sure my mask is free from damage as I set out. I walk out of the airlock to the edge of the mangroves and leap into the deeper portion, my vision is hindered by a myriad of bubbles for a moment before settling down, I begin the descent into the sandbank, I had no need for a flashlight due to the high concentration of bioluminescence, I glide through the waters and corals with ease and gradually letting some oxygen in through my air tank, I only used it for longer expeditions as I like to train my lung capacity.

I swim further from my base, lowering my altitude as I dive into a stunning deep cave. I spotted the herbs; it looked like sea moss; excellent in curing skin ailments when ground into a salve. I push faster through the currents and into the jagged coral formation that the moss grew on, not seeing the signature Metkayina markers for a protected area... I peeled it from its roots and placed it into a leather pouch, deeming it enough I turned to make my way back out, but I was stunned into silence as a massive shadow passed by the gaps in the coral.

It was an Akula…a massive shark-like beast who not even the Navi deem as a friend. My lungs constricted as I limited agitating the water around me. I waited with bated breath as the Akula swam circles around the exit, I peered timidly out as I no longer detect its presence. So, I make the decision to slowly rise to the entrance of the cave. I make the dash, but the Akula notices the disruption and flings itself in my direction, a terrified gargle escapes my throat as I weave hastily through the outcrops narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws.

In my adrenaline-fueled state, I didn't notice another join the fray. Until a muffled roar is heard from the Akula as it flees back deeper into the cave system. I burrow myself into the coral hiding from my painful death as I go to release more oxygen into my mask, my hands fumble with a pierced tube and my eyes widen in realisation.

My oxygen supply is drained and I'm so far from the surface.

My panic only spikes further as piercing blue eyes peer down at me cuddled up in the coral like a child.

It was a Metkayina patroller, he was mounted on an Ilu as he scowled in my direction, his rapid signing not going unnoticed.

I gingerly raise my hand and sign 'I mean no harm. I'm with the Omaticaya, gathering medicinal herbs for our injured, but can you help me to the surface I need to breathe…'

He shook his head frustrated but for a moment I could see the disbelief in his eyes at my fluency. 'You do not belong here tawtute, let alone in a protected area, go back to the forest.' But his eyes soften when he sees me start to go blue, my eyes pleading as I point to the surface. He sighs exasperated as he snatches my arm and hauls me into his chest atop his Ilu, jetting to the surface. My vision gets splotchy as we break the water, my mask luckily taking in the air again with no issue.

As I fill my strained lungs again, I'm abruptly shoved off the Ilu and dunk under momentarily pouting as I surface and gazing up at the Navi with a smug look on his face. He points his finger at me.

"Do not touch tawtute, it is a protected site and you're too close to the village" he states, shaking his head. "Go" He states his finned arm pointing back to shore.

"Sorry I didn't see the marker, I'll stay away, promise." I put up my pinky finger momentarily before realising he wouldn't know what it meant. He leans back, a hairless brow raising in suspicion.

"Silly tawtute…" He mutters under his breath before urging again "I'll accompany you home just to make sure that Akula leaves you be. I don't want your pitiful death on my conscience." He states "But you're swimming yourself…"

I laugh "Fine by me" I say before setting back on course. I paddle on the water's surface beside the Metkayina on his Ilu, swimming in silence for most of the way. I'm broken out of my thoughts as his words pierce the silence.

"What are those on your feet…" He questioned, with an ounce of curiosity evident in his tone. I gaze back for a moment checking for any foreign matter.

"Flippers. Helps me swim faster and easier, kind of how your feet and tail help you through the water." I say casually, lifting one from the water to flaunt it with a smile, his face scrunching up as water flicks him in the face.

"I see…" His words were cut short as my home was spotted over the water. Nestled into the mangroves and covered in my hand-woven cloths and netting.

"Well, here's my stop" I sigh as I pull myself up into the mangroves and onto the net platforming.

A curious hum leaves his throat as he gazes at my abode. "Looks somewhat like our villages… yet so tawtute." He mumbles scratching at his nape.

Honestly, over the past hour, I have grown fondness for this Navi. I can't help but blurt out "(Y/n)." His eyes shoot to me confused. "My name… it's uh (Y/n)" I state my cheeks flushing.

"(Y/n)…" He takes a moment letting my name digest "Rukan…" he replies before abruptly diving on his Ilu and swimming off in the direction of the village.

"Rukan…. What a nice name" I smile before heading inside to preserve the moss and notifying Norm of a successful expedition.

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[thefallennightmare]

Ya know who also doesn’t get enough love? Davis. So please enjoy this cute little Christmas blurb.

CW(fluff, meeting Davis underneath the mistletoe and needing to stand on your tip toes to reach him.)

“Where the hell are you?” I muttered under my breath while looking through the packed house for my sister. 

She called me a while ago saying she had a bit too much to drink at a friend's party  and needed a ride home. Even though I was thankful she was being smart and called for a ride instead of driving, I was in the middle of a christmas movie marathon with myself and christmas cookies when she called. Not to mention, I hated crowds so being in this packed house made my skin sweat. I knew almost everyone in this house, my sister dating a friend of a friend of one of the guys that lived here. 

“Y/N!” 

Coming to a stop, I glanced over my shoulder to Nicholas Ruffilo and smiled. 

“Hey! Is my sister here?” 

He motioned upstairs. “Jesse is going to make her stay the night with him, he wants to keep an eye on her.” 

My shoulders slumped. I was happy that she was safe with her boyfriend but upset that I drove across town for nothing. This was something Nicholas picked up on because he offered me a drink of spiked eggnog. 

“I’m alright, thank you though. I should get back home. I paused The Grinch to come here. Can you have Jesse text me on how my sister is doing?” 

When Nicholas nodded, I gave him a wave and turned on my heels ready to leave when I walked into a wall of warmth. 

“Shit!” A deep voice called out while hands wrapped around my waist. 

Glancing up, I sucked in a breath as the familiar pairs of dark eyes drank me in. Those two white stripes of hair hung in his face and I fought the urge to tuck them away. 

“Hey,” Davis smiled. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” 

Neither of us moved, feeling the all too familiar bind between us. I’d only met Davis twice and each time, there was this undeniable tension between us. But I was too anxious to act on it. 

“I came to pick up my sister since she drank too much but turns out she’s just going to spend the night with Jesse, meaning I came here for nothing.” 

Still in his embrace, Davis gave me a smug smile which in turn made me raise my brow. “What? Do I have frosting on my face or something?” 

“I wouldn’t say you came here for nothing,” he said before pointing above us. 

I gasped at the mistletoe we found ourselves standing underneath and my heart beat wildly in my chest. It was so loud in my ears, I could barely hear what Davis said next. 

“You know what they say, not kissing underneath a mistletoe is bad luck,” his hands wrapped tighter around me. 

“Who the fuck said that?” I giggled while resting my hands on his chest. 

Davis rolled his eyes with his own giggle. “I don’t fucking know. I’m trying to be smooth here and ask if it’s alright to kiss you underneath this stupid mistletoe Noah forced me to put up.” 

Glancing past him to Noah who was leaning against the couch with a smug smile at the two of us, I looked back up to Davis. 

“I am not the one to have bad luck,” I breathed after rising to the tips of my toes, finally crashing our lips together. 

[9toji]

‧₊˚✩彡 BEAUTIFUL CHILD — where in these blue lock boys show their love for their little bundle of joy.

characters ; bachira, sae, kaiser, nagi

tags ; sfw — domestic fluff, established marriage

rina's comments ; this is an excuse to write about having a kid with kaiser

bachira held his little daughter's hand, it was about the size of his palm. he beamed up at the mirror as he brushed off the dirt on the two of their silly little costumes, it was striped yellow and black, and they had a headband placed neatly on their heads, it was really cute.

“look at my little bumblebee!” he smiled, hugging his daughter tightly. “don't i look pretty daddy?” and of course bachira nods excitedly, “mommy's gonna love it. you're already growing up so fast..” meguru stroked mini bachira's hair, his little bumblebee as he called her.

the bundle of joy gets excited at the sound of the master bedroom's door creak open, rushing towards you as she hugged you, “how do i look mommy?” beamed the child, who twirled around. it was perfect, it was a bee costume that had a little tutu attached to the waist. “daddy made it for me!” she added and you gasp up at bachira, it was really well made.

“i might have a knack for sewing, but.. honey, can we go trick or treating?” your husband asked with a sheepish grin, the pumpkin basket already prepared on the little wooden coffee table, and once you agree, just as long as you come with them they rush outside.

your daughter giggling as his dad leads her outside, it was a beautiful halloween celebration, minus the upcoming toothache that your daughter soon acquires.

sae didn't use to be so accepting of makeup, until now. it was quite a surprise for you to see him sitting down on the floor, puffed up with heavy blush, courtesy of your child that mumbled about him looking nice. but that's not even half of what surprised you.

your husband was wearing a pretty yet very tight pink fairy costume, accompanied with fairy wings. it was a sight to behold, and a little hard not to laugh at, you quickly take pictures of him as he tries his best to make his little baby happy.

“cup of tea for you, fairy!” the little girl cheered, pouring some “tea” into his little pink tea cup that he could easily crush in his grip, he politely sipped on the tea. “oh wowww, this tastes so good princess!” sae chuckled, enjoying the moment. even though he looked silly. there was a gentle and more importantly sincere smile on your husband's face.

the little bundle of joy hugged his dad, and soon you joined in. before you whispered, “you look nice, fairy.” into his ear. sae had a faint blush, perhaps embarassed. he instead opted for a grin.

“thanks, i know right?” your husband joked, blinking dramatically at you.

“i bought you another toy!” kaiser said with a smile, showing the new gundam figure in his hands, handing it to your son. “thanks papa!” said the child, an expression on his face that could only be described as pure awe and joy.

kaiser spoiled your child rotten, buying him toys, books, and more. but before he did, he made sure that the two of them had a super top secret secret that involved that he, his son, should always use it, so it doesn't go to waste.

you never really took your husband for the type to care about that, he grew up with lavish toys too, as far as you knew. spotting them in the cute kid's bedroom, playing with the gundam and roleplaying, kaiser was the big bad monster, while his son was the savior, who had to save you, the poor princess.

kaiser was not going to protest, even though he wanted to be the knight in shining armor like he had always told you he'd be for you. “aaahhh!” he shrieked in a monotone voice, and your child shrieked back, throwing what seemed to be a stick at his father's face.

thankfully, kaiser was unharmed.

it was a bit wrong to let the child play video games at such an early age, but you had spotted your husband, nagi and your son playing some sort of mario game on the tv, the little one's faced contorted with concentration.

while the father yawned, he might get bored too quick. like he always did, but thankfully he didn't, and even let his son win, the boy proudly put his little controller down, puffing his chest and putting his closed-into-fists hands on his waist. “i won! i won!” the youngster said, emitting a smug grin.

nagi clapped slowly, and smiled. “you're just like me, huh?” he yawned, and his son beamed. “really? am i as cool as you, papa?” the kid jumped up and down from the compliment, before turning to you and pointing as his papa with a wide smile, “papa said i'm as cool as him! did you hear mama?”

and you nod with a sweet smile, ruffling your son's hair, who quickly goes back beside his dad, challenging him to another round. nagi let the bundle of joy win every round, only because he felt sleepy or maybe he wanted to make his baby happy, your husband turned to you and shrugged, with a knowing smile.

“guess he's better than me, babe.”

[shhh-no-ones-home]

Food for thought*

Timmy!Wonka x reader

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Promt: he can't get enough of dinner, they can't get enough of each other.

*- boy howdy this is spicy

Tags: @hotchaosemporium thanks for the pre read 😘

Also I added this from my phone instead of my laptop so if the spacing is weird that's why

Song: sweetest pie by Dua lipa

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i smiled when i heard the front door creak open of our old house. it had seemed like such a long day. but he was finally home. so it didnt have to feel that way anymore

"y/n?"

he called out.

"in here."

i yelled back, stirring the pot in front of me.

"something smells good."

he mentioned as he stepped through the doorway of our tiny kitchen. it seemed even tinier with his shelves of ingredients lining the walls, the two-person table being the only surface uncovered.

"i made dinner. i hope you like it."

he hummed in content as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"looks good too."

he commented, and i could feel him smile as he placed a gentle kiss against my neck.

"roasted quail with garlic potatoes and sauteed green beans. and a little something for desert but youll have to wait for that. its still baking."

he groaned and squeezed me tightly to him.

"that sounds amazing! after the day ive had i am starving."

I just kept pushing the green beans around in the butter.

"Here, taste."

I scooped one out, pinched it between my fingers and held it up to him. I watched him intently as he bit it slowly. He moaned, rolling his eyes as he bit the rest out of my hand.

"Absolutely amazing."

God he was beautiful. How did I get so lucky.

"Then I think it might be ready."

I pulled away from him and turned the stove off, grabbing plates down from the cabinet.

"I think you might be right."

He said picking another bean out of the pan and crunching on it.

"Here before you burn yourself."

I laughed, handing him the plate and he gave me a playful smile.

"I just can't help it."

He stated, going for another one.

"Willy!"

I called, handing him a fork.

"No!"

He protested, laughing as he shoved it in his mouth.

"Fine, if you won't listen and not burn yourself I'll just have to do it for you."

I stabbed a potato with my fork and offered it to him. He leaned forward and bit into it, his lips wrapping around it as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful chef as yourself."

He complimented as he pulled me to him, taking the rest of the potato into his mouth. I swallowed hard, watching him intently.

"Sometimes I ask myself the same question."

Then to my surprise he took the fork from me, placing it on the counter.

"Dinner can wait."

He said, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat rising in my body as he gripped my waist.

"Delicious."

I said, giggling as he pulled away. He tasted like garlic now. He smirked at me.

"Yes you are."

He said lowly, pushing me towards the table. When my back hit it he lifted me on top of it before yanking his silk scarf off. I watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed, leaning down and kissing me harshly.

"Will-"

I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips into mine, cutting me off as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ground his hips into mine and I could feel him getting harder. As he kissed me I reached up and started unbuttoning his vest, pulling it down his arms before going back and doing the same to his shirt.

"God I love you."

He panted, reaching for the hem of my dress and lifting it above my legs so it was sitting on my waist.

"I love you too."

I said, pulling his lips to mine, pushing his trousers down in one swift motion. As we kissed I could feel him unlacing my dress, the cold air hitting my chest as part of it fell down my shoulder.

"I need to taste you."

He said breathily, dropping to his knees. I leaned back, lifting one leg over his shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine as his warm breath brushed over my thighs. In a moment his mouth was on me, licking a stripe up my folds. My hand immediately found home in his soft brown curls, lifting my leg higher as he sucked against my clit.

"Please."

I whined, feeling him moan into me, circling his tongue against my clit. Then he added one finger, pushing into me. Then another, pumping slowly as he sucked and bit at me. I dropped my head back.

"Will-"

I gasped out, my legs shaking against him, dragginf my heel up and into his shoulder blade. He licked at me a few times before standing up, his eyes glossed over and spit dripping down his chin.

"Gorgeous."

He breathed out, kissing me harshly. He moaned into me as he pushed his hips to mine. I could feel his rock hard cock against my folds and scooted my hips closer.

"I need you."

I whined, reaching down and grabbing him, dragging his head between my folds. He squeezed my thigh and pushed into me. I gasped, my head dropping back as he filled me. He took that as a sign and started kissing and sucking against my neck. He hummed against me as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Right there."

I sighed, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing him deeper. He let out a whiney moan as I scraped my nails down his back lightly.

"Fuck."

He gasped, picking up his pace, slamming his hips into mine. I held onto him tightly as he began to pound into me. I could feel the knot in my stomach. He kissed down my neck again, pulling one hand up to toy with my exposed nipple. I moaned loudly as he pinched it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Keep going!"

I moaned out, rocking my hips against his.

"Lay back."

He instructed, helping me against the table. He pulled my dress up more before reaching forward and kneading my breast.

"So beautiful for me."

He said, digging his fingertips into my hip as he picked up the pace. I watched him intently as he let go of my breast, sucking his thumb before reaching down and circling my clit. I arched my back against him as my orgasm ran through my body. My legs were quivering and he continued rubbing my clit.

"One more. I believe in you."

He said softly, his pace losing its rhythm.

"Oh my God."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I clenched around him, reaching down and grabbing his wrist to make him stop. I could feel him cum inside me with that motion as I released a second time. His pace slowed and all I could hear was both of our heavy breathing, my heart pounding in my ears. It took me a moment before coming back to reality. He was hunched over me, sweat dripping off his curls and onto my chest. I could feel him softening in me, both of our cum dripping onto the table as he pulled out.

"Let's eat dinner so we can do that again."

He panted and I laughed, sitting upright and kissing him. He smiled against me as I pulled away.

"I could stand to go another round. Before desert."

His eyes lit up and he smirked at me.

"Believe me darling, we won't make it to desert."

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WOW that breeding fic I requested was so DELICIOUSSS thank you so much for the food... do you think you could do wild x reader, facesitting this time.. i saw this tweet and started giggling and kicking my feet

Me and Link the same fr-

I absolutely can my dear. If I ask, my dividers are 2000 x 150

Smut so Minors DNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB reader, Face sitting, Wild is down bad. Squirting.

He could die a happy man. Right here. Right now.

He had died once, miserable and trapped, probably in vein, but right now? He could die with a smile on his face, no regrets to be had. You looked so, so nervous, sitting above him like you were, hovering just out of reach and it was almost enough to send him into cardiac arrest.

Normally, he hated seeing that look on your face, but he could understood where it came from. Even if they were silly and unfounded fears.

Couldn't you, his glorious Goddess, see that, should he actually suffocate, that would be is desired way to go? That should anything actually kill him, going by your delicious things was how he wanted to do it? He didn't care for a flame of glory, or dying this glorious hero. No. If he died here, that was enough for him.

Not that he would. While he was more than willing to dive head first into this, forgetting about his own foolish need for air, he knew you would be the one to pull away should you deem him too eager for his own good. He found fight you on it, but you would be adamant. You always had a way of putting his own safety first. Far beyond his own care for it.

Right now, however, the little care he had for it (That you instilled) was long forgotten as he practically drooled. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of you, calling him in like a Siren's song. And it was tantalizing. He was sure he was actually slobbering all over himself as you stalled and hummed, trying to find any excuse to not go through with this, but he was adamant. He was ready.

"Maybe I should just get-" You went to swing your leg back over, form retreating from where it had hovered over his face only for him to grab at it, pulling it back to it's spot. He wanted you to experience this. To let go for once and put yourself first.

"Nonsense. We haven't even gotten to the fun part! You can't back out now!" He cried out, licking his lips as he swallowed harshly. You were right there and he was so close, you couldn't pull away now. "C'mon, I'm a big boy. I'm sure I can handle it."

"I just...Don't wanna hurt you." You pouted. And oh, how sweet you were. So worried about hurting him? As if you were even capable of such a thing. He ensured you would never be able to seriously hurt him.

"Trust me, sweetness, there is nothing you could do that would ever hurt me."

"Maybe I could just...hover-"

"Do you hover on a chair?" Wild raised a brow, moving both of his hands to curl under your thighs, hands resting in the curves of your pelvis. You shuddered under his hold but didn't answer, still stuck in your own head. He softened his features, giving you a reassuring smile even if his patience ran thin. "No. I promise you won't hurt me. You just have to sit your pretty ass down and let me handle the rest."

"But-"

His patience snapped as he dove up, licking a fat stripe in between your labia lips and making you cry out, hands grappling onto the headboard as your head fell forward. He made eye contact with you, shooting you a charming wink before returning to his meal before him. He felt he almost had to thank some deity for this, but the only one he had to praise was sitting right on top of him.

You were still so hesitant and unsure, hovering above him as he lapped and suckled at your clit, rocking your hips just a bit. For every rock he steadily pulled you closer, moving his menstrations closer to your gaping cunt. His tongue prodded your opening, eagerly licking at any juice you had to offer him, refusing to waste anything you had to bestow upon him. Every stroke of his tongue had you slowly lowering your defenses as he continued pulling you closer and closer, letting you focus on the pleasure he was bringing you. He was so, so close, practically nosing at your clit when you stopped him, one of your hands ripping itself from the headboard to tangle into his hair. "Link- Slow down- I-"

He didn't care. You were right there and slowly shattering under his hold exactly the way he wanted. Goddess above him, he could not get enough of you. He had just gotten his first real taste of you and he could not get enough.

His own hips shuffled and bucked wildly as pre-cum cooled along his shaft, but it didn't matter. His pleasure was last when it came to your own.

That's not to say he wasn't getting off on this. Just the taste of you, trailing down his throat and intoxicating his very being, was enough to have him moaning against you. The vibrations seemed to do the trick as whatever muscles you were using to hold yourself up finally gave out, sending you toppling right where he wanted you.

The grip he had on your thighs tightened ten fold as he practically locked you into place, eagerly devouring you now that you were well and proper in his reach. His knees bent as his feet stamped steadily under him, giving him the anchor he needed to all but delve into you. His nose followed his head movements, reaching your clit for him while focused on tonguing your open.

Your thighs clenched around his head as you quivered above him, the fingers in his hair pulling just enough to have him looking up at you-- never once breaking his rhythm. You were such a sight.

Your eyes were blown wide, irises merely a ring around your pupils as your cheeks shined in the limited light the sundown provided. Your chest was heaving up and down as you cried out with every lick, gentle nibble, and suck. Each thing he did pulled a new reaction out of you and he was eager to see every single one.

When your other hand fell from the headboard to join the first, he knew you were getting close, making him speed up his ministrations. The thought of you coming undone above him was so erotic that he needed to see it. He needed to feel you convulse above him, hear you cry out as you yanked on his hair,

And that was exactly what you gave him. You let out a loud cry as you pulled him closer, smothering him exactly the way he wanted. It was pure euphoria even if his airways were blocked just a bit. He just couldn't get enough of you, refusing to stop even as your cries grew in volume. Just one more. One more convulsion above him, one more rock of your hips, one more, one more, one more one more-

He was stilled when something leaked around his tongue, soaking his lower half as you absolutely shuddered. You seemed down right ashamed as you tried pulling off of him in a hurry, but he kept his hold on you strong.

He didn't even know you could do that. By the looks of it, neither did you.

Licking his lips, he set his gaze and shot you a devious look.

He wanted to know if you could do it again.

AN: Okay, so this is a bit shorter, but for good reason as I really need to talk with you guys.

Here's a reminder that all of the stuff on my page so far is all Yandere. I'm aware it's a toxic and unhealthy mindset, but these are all fictional characters. I can differentiate between something that is healthy and something that is not. I do not need you guys telling me that this is not something I should be promoting. My page is 18+, so I expect those viewing it to understand the same. I am not responsible for the media you consume, nor am I responsible for how it reflects upon your own character. If you don't like my content, you can simply scroll and move on. A lot of you have been absolutely fantastic, but for that certain individual (You know who you are), you obviously are not mature enough to consume my content, so I'm asking you kindly to either block me and scroll or I'll do it for you. Thank you for reading this PSA. Sorry for the sudden serious note.

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Eternity

Summary: You had already been his love. Now was just the ceremony to make it official to everyone else and the bonding at the Tree of Souls afterwards.

Prompt #13 for my submission for #𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝟏𝟒𝐃𝐎𝐋𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Female Reader, Female Recombiant Reader, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Established Relationship, Wedding Ceremony, Wedding Night

So far, the other posts have been rated G or maybe PG if you squint. This one is going to be for mature audiences with a steamy scene towards the end. I will clearly mark it so you know where it picks up in maturity levels. However, we’ll also be covering, at least a little, the Omatikayan wedding ceremony of an Olo’eyktan and while the reader isn’t going to be Mo’at’s replacement, it was touched on that the Tsahìk and the Olo’eyktan don’t always have to be married; it just usually happens that way.

This is also meant to be a part two of Lean on Me but at least a year, to a year and a half later. Spider is a little older, our reader has made the soul transfer into her Avatar body permanently, and now she’s getting married to the love of her life.

I also stole a couple of @eywaite’s phrases from at least one of her Tumblr posts, which you can see in the translation below.

Na’vi Translation: Irayo, oeyä’itan – thank you, my son ⁂Kalin – sweet to the taste⁂ Kuru – neural queue Mowan – pleasing/enjoyable (physically, sexually) Muntxatan – husband | male spouse ⁂Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang – Oh, Eywa! Don't stop⁂ Olo’eyktan – clan leader (gender neutral) ⁂Rutxe nìtam, new oe nga – enough please, I need you⁂ Sa’nu – mum | mom | mommy Sempu – dad | daddy ⁂Syor – relax⁂ Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader Yawntutsyìp – darling | little loved one

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You knew he didn’t quite understand why there was going to be a celebration for you and Tsu’tey today, though the little boy did understand the word ‘wedding’… kind of… being all of four-years-old because he knew you and your beloved both had promised and often reiterated that pledge to love him unconditionally and take care of him and raise him up together as you had been doing into a man of honor of The Omatikayan People no matter what trials and tribulations you all might face. And you did. You loved Miles “Spider” Socorro as if you yourself had given birth to him. And everyone within the clan certainly knew Tsu’tey adored the child if the Olo’eyktan continuous doting was anything to go by. You figured it would also take Spider some time to understand that your consciousness would no longer be bouncing back and forth between two bodies, having been there to witness your second rebirth from the circle of Trudy’s arms as you transferred yourself permanently into this body about a fortnight prior in preparation for today. You smoothed down the front of your beaded loincloth and Spider’s little, cherub face showed that he was clearly pleased to see you finished getting all dressed up in your beautiful new finery behind his oxygen mask, his grin so bright it could rival the sun, making grabby hands towards your towering, sapphire skinned figure. You automatically picked up your adopted son into your thin, striped arms and held the young child against your front, pulling the small boy in so you could rub your blueberry-colored lips through his freshly washed curls, the ones that weren’t tamped down by the straps of his mask. He giggled at the ticklish feeling and squealed, “Sa’nu!” Even after a year of him calling you that, it still made you light up with a beaming smile. You chuckled at his protest and pulled back, smiling down at the little human boy fondly. “~You look beautiful, Sa’nu~!” Spider gushed in English, leaning forward, and tugging on your woven chest covering and peering at the glittering stones you had painstakingly threaded together to make your wedding ceremony attire. “Irayo, oeyä’itan,” you replied softly in the Na;vi language as you and Tsu’tey agreed to have a bilingual home. You glanced up at Mo’at and Neytiri as the two other women came into view within the Sully matriarch’s kelku where you had come to get ready for your wedding. “And thank you,” you told the older female Na’vi happily, “for washing up this, little terror for me.” You tickled your son’s side, laughing at his answering squeal of delight. “Unfortunately, I give it an hour before he’s waist deep in dirt or mud again.” Mo’at chuckled and trailed a finger down Spider’s back with a fond smile. “He knows to behave for his grandmother. Is that not correct, little boy?” Spider agreed, nodding emphatically, and beaming up happily at Mo’at from behind his mask. Across the hut, Neytiri’s pointed ears flicked back as she took in you and her mother cuddling the human child, even now still a little angered by his constant presence within her village and what he represented (especially with his heritage) but not willing to spoil your day. Or, more accurately, Tsu’tey’s, since she was more his friend than yours. And for that, you were thankful, especially since she was getting close to expelling her second biological child’s chrysalis from her body soon and you didn’t want to upset her and cause her to push out the fetus early and disrupt its growth. “It is time,” Mo’at announced, and you nodded. Looking at your son, you announced, “Time for your Sempu and I to officially get married. Ready, baby boy?” He squealed with glee, clapping his hands.

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Tsu’tey was a vision that you couldn’t draw your eyes away from. Colorful beads – brighter and more elaborate than his everyday yellow and red carved wood – decorated his dark braids in a multitude of dyes. Bright feathers of bright greens and honey-yellows had been pushed into his hair into what almost resembled a crown. His battle belt encircled his trim waist, his dagger at his hip and a brand-new loincloth of bright red brushed his thighs, green and honey-yellow embroidery decorating the hem. Upon his chest, four painted handprints in different ochres coated his skin, one from either of his parents, one from his younger brother, and one from his grandfather. Woven armbands of those same bright beads encircled each of his lean biceps and his familiar choker necklace sat around his neck. His last gift from Sylwanin. You felt no jealousy at seeing it, no; instead, you were pleased he was honoring his first love as she had given you her blessing when Tsu’tey had brought you to the Tree of Voices before he had asked you to mate with him and she had hinted that had she survived, she might have happily been in the union with you.

You blushed at the memory of her teasing but intertwined your hands with Tsu’tey’s as Mo’at presided over the proceedings to officially bind you and the Olo’eyktan.

Tsu’tey’s parents stood behind him, arms raised in blessing to Eyway, though they didn’t actually look pleased with his choice of bride. Jake stood behind you as your parents weren’t on Pandora, nor would they ever be, his arms also raised in blessing as Toruk Makto. And Spider, not to be forgotten, stood as tall as a four-year-old could between you and Tsu’tey, a chubby hand raised high on either one of your shins, which had caused a few chuckles when he had escaped Neytiri and come to join you all. Before all of the clan, you and Tsu’tey exchanged vows to honor, protect, and love each other even after death until Eywa was no more, promising to remain steadfast and faithful during both good and bad times and to never give up on each other. Spider agreed full heartedly to more chuckles. Jake and Ateyo, Tsu’tey’s father produced cloths of green and gold and red and tied of your and Tsu’tey’s palms together after a cut was made on each of you, your blood mixing together as it would, should you eventually decide to have biological children, in the future. Then, Arvok, Tsu’tey’s younger brother who had been stood behind his parents, produced both a drinking gourd and a small loaf of bread, which you and your groom shared, having to placate your son when he wanted some too. Your muntxatan, your husband – Tsu’tey was now your spouse, you thought gleefully – the beautiful, wonderful man that he was, gave a small bite to the young boy with a grin, cheeks coloring slightly as you beamed at him, eyes becoming shiny with happy tears.

Finally, your union was sealed with a kiss and the Tsahìk concluded the wedding rites, the clan erupting into loud ovations, cheering and whooping noisily.

It was a bit of a blur after that.

Feasting and dancing and kissing. Those you remembered… partially. And lots of congratulations sent yours and Tsu’tey’s way. Spider was fed, eating from both your meal and your muntxatan’s and eventually taken off to bed in the nearby shack specifically made for him to be close by for your and Tsu’tey’s benefit by an amorous Trudy and Norm who had promised you both to make sure the four-year-old was watched over for the night. When the moons were at their highest points, you and your love slipped away to head to the Tree of Voices for the last step.

Giggling, hand-in-hand, you went together under the lilac glowing tree and sighed, kissing and touching upon each other in chaste ways, though you knew it would become filthy shortly. He led you to a secluded little alcove and pulled you down onto your knees, his breath washing over your face as he took you in.

“You are so beautiful, Yawntutsyìp,” he whispered to you before leaning in nuzzle his cheek against your own, marking you with his scent. “And you are all mine.” You nodded, rubbing against him in turn and breathing in his scent deeply, trying to tattoo it into your senses and never let him go. Then his lips turned towards you, and he kissed you, softly at first before the hunger set it. Then, he seemed set to devour you, his tongue plundering your mouth, his sharp teeth nibbling at your lip, his hands grasping tightly at you and not wanting to release you. But you were just as bad, moving your mouth from his and down to his neck, nibbling, kissing, and sucking upon his skin there, determined to leave marks for all to see tomorrow and feeling yourself get wet as he panted and moaned for you, fingers greedily digging into your hips and thighs. When you began to massage him through his loincloth, feeling him harden beneath your five-fingered touch, his control began to snap. “Yawntutsyìp, rutxe nìtam, new oe nga,” he begged.

You chuckled to yourself and pulled away from him, pouting as he desperately pulled your chest covering away, a few of the strands breaking and the beads scattering over the ground in his haste to bare your skin to his gaze, only to whine as his lips secured themselves around one of your nipples.

You moaned his name and allowed your fingers to busy themselves with removing the feathers from his braids as he suckled upon you like a babe trying to nurse, his teeth skittering the edge of your nipples and sending little thrills of pain-pleasure through your senses. When there was no more plumage to remove from his scalp, your fingers trailed down his striped back to the base of his spine and your gently wrapped your fingers around the base of his tail. He stiffened as you found a cluster of nerves there and pressed ever so gently, causing his cock to pulse where it pressed into your leg.

“Syor. I have you,” you teased him.

He nipped at your nipple in response before lowering his body further down yours and making short work of your own loincloth and baring you to his gaze entirely. He growled, hungrily, “Mowan, yawntutsyìp.” He lowered his mouth to your cunt and licked up the seam of your lower lips and groaned. “Kalin… better than anything I have ever tasted.” He then gently delved two fingers inside of you, feeling your inner walls contract tightly around the intruding digits as he lapped at the sensitive bud above and set a deliberately slow rhythm to tease you and heighten your need. Your hips began to rock up into his touch and his tongue, forcing his other hand to press down on your hip and restrict you from bruising his face. He chuckled at your needy whine. “Syor, yawntutsyìp. I have you,” he threw back at you.

You flipped him off the human way, earning an eyeroll before he began to suck on your clit.

You came quickly after that, his fingers curling in just the right way to have your torso going rigid, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at the beach. Your jaw went slack and your mouth opened with a blissful moan as you rode the waves of pleasure that radiated from your core at Tsu’tey’s behest.

The male Na’vi eased away from your lower half and then leaned over you, enticing you to kiss him and taste yourself upon his tongue. You moaned and clung to him with one hand, the other working him free of his loincloth. He was hot as the center of a roaring fire and as hard as stone in your hand. He groaned as you stroked him and silently begged you for mercy, nipping at your lower lip. You spread your legs further and guided him to your entrance. He slid his cockhead agonizingly slowly against your core, gathering your wetness and coating himself with the proof of your want for him. You met his gaze and nodded, drawing one of your legs over his hip and slotting him where you needed him most.

The air punched out of your lungs as your cunt stretched to accommodate Tsu’tey’s girth, a groan escaping you as your slick, tight heat enveloped his thick cock. “~Oh, fuck~,” you whined, accidently slipping into English. “~So big. Give me a second. ~”

Tsu’tey smirked, chest puffing up slightly in masculine pride, even as he rolled his hips to ease himself slowly but surely further inside of your channel. Balancing on his elbows, he buried his head into your neck as his pelvis finally became flush with yours, your slick dribbling out of you and down his balls, reveling in the bliss of being connected with you in such a way and allowing your body to get used to your intrusion. When you began to move beneath him, he carefully slid back a bit before driving back inside of you. You gasped at the sensation, better than anything you might have felt with a human. Perhaps it was because he was so big. Or maybe it was because you truly loved him. You met each of his thrusts with a roll of your own hips, soft cries coming from your throat as your pleasure began to mount again. You grasped onto his back and accidently scored his back with red welts when you raked down his spine, your core pulsing where they were joined; you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

Your muntxatan’s breaths were harsh by your ear, his hips wildly shoving into your as he neared his own end. You felt incredible, pleasure coursing through your veins like pulses of fiery heat and you could feel the coil inside your belly building a climax by winding tighter and tighter within you.

You locked your ankles at the small of his back to deepen the angle, crying out, “Tsaheylu, please. Oh, ma Eywa! Kehe ftang and make tsaheylu with me!”

He grunted and jerked his head to bring his kuru over his shoulder. Reaching for yours, the pink tendrils seemed to strain towards one another and then your pleasure doubled, and you climaxed with a cry, head thrown back, face contorting into a scream of ecstasy, your core squeezing the cock within you like a vice. His hips faltered and he came within your walls with a burst, a groan spilling from his lips as he shoved his pelvis as tightly against yours as possible, his seed discharging within your depths in thick spurts. You could feel his pleasure echoing back at you and shivered as he nestled into your side, his arms giving out finally. With sweat soaked limbs, you snuggled your face against his forehead, kissing him between the eyes and panting heavily as your orgasms ran its course.

“We are now one,” Tsu’tey whispered, his breath fanning over your breast. “We are mated before Eywa for all of eternity.”

You giggled, teasing, “Can’t get rid of me now.”

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Originally Posted: 13 February 2024 Word Count: 2,268

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Still Into You

Kim Hongjoong X Reader

genre & warnings: fluff, smut (sorry, this was supposed to be suggestive but i got carried away 😩), hongjoong and reader is married here, cunnilingus, fingering, implied breeding kink ig since hj is a dom here, unprotected sex, mdni

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a/n: thank you for requesting again~ i hope you'll like it 💚

The sound of jingling keys made you stand up from the sofa, hurriedly walking to the door to greet your husband.

When he entered your home, you immediately threw yourself at him which he gladly reciprocated.

"Welcome back." you mumbled in his chest, feeling giddy when you felt him kiss the crown of your head.

"I'm home." he replied, pulling away from you to hang his coat and put his bag away. "I smell something delicious."

You giggled and held his hand, dragging him to the kitchen, "Ta-da!" you held your head high, satisfied with the feast that you made.

"You really went all out, huh?"

"Of course, It's our first anniversary."

Kim Hongjoong. Friend since childhood, boyfriend since highschool, and now you can proudly call him your spouse.

"Let's eat then, I can't wait to taste everything that you made."

It was a fairly simple dinner, small conversations here and there but it mostly consisted of comforting silence as you both chewed your food.

When dinner was over, the two of you agreed to wash the dishes together. Putting bubbles on each other's noses, him giving you back hugs as he kissed your neck (he did that to tease you, knowing that you're ticklish), and giggling like children.

It was fun, more so when he called you to the bedroom after you took your shower.

"Turn around and close your eyes." he instructed, pushing you towards the mirror and shuffling around. Soon, you felt something cold around your neck and you gasped.

It couldn't be.

"You can open your eyes."

The moment you did, you almost bawled your eyes out.

He had gifted you a silver necklace with a diamond pendant. It was subtle, but you can see the engraved initials on the stone. A sign, a promise that he's yours and you're his.

"Hongjoong, this must be expensive I-"

He cuts you off with a kiss on the lips, cupping your face in his hands, "You deserve it. I want nothing but the prettiest gift for the most beautiful girl in the universe."

Your heart swells with adoration, and before you can think, you lean forward and connect your lips with him once more.

The kiss becomes more passionate every second as he swipes his tongue on your lips, asking for permission. You gladly open your mouth for him to explore, his wet muscle massaging yours before he sucked on it.

He disconnected from you for a moment for some oxygen, but he couldn't keep his hands to his self.

He removed his hands from your cheeks, sliding it to your waist as he gently guided you to your shared bed.

Soon, you found yourself lying down. His mouth latched on the sensitive part of your skin while his free hand groped your chest, his fingers twisting your nipple through your thin shirt.

A moan escapes from you and you feel yourself getting soaked down there, "H-Hongjoong."

He hummed against your skin, "What is it baby?"

"I-I want to suck you off." you admitted shyly, a blush covering your cheeks when you heard him chuckle.

He lifted his body and gazed at your hazy orbs, "No can do, princess."

"But-"

"No buts." he puts a finger on your lips to shut you up, his other free hand trailing down to your lower area, prying your legs open.

You shivered when you felt him remove your shorts along with your underwear, "You did so much for me tonight, let me return the favor."

You were so out of it that you weren't able to reply fast, his effect on you taking a toll on your body. What's more is that he moves fast. One moment he's on top of you and now he's in between your legs.

"Let me do the work, okay?" he smiles at you, making eye contact before his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe of your slick folds.

"Ah! H-hong-" you cried out, your hand shooting out to grip his hair, "Oh god!"

It has been a minute since he went down on you but you're already writhing underneath him.

He groaned against your core when his tongue went inside your heat, the vibration and his nose prodding at your clit adding to the pleasure.

You complained when he pulled away from you, making him laugh at your begging state, "Don't worry princess, I'm not done yet."

True to his words, his mouth went back to your wetness, this time aiming for your sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue that was previously in your core is now replaced by his fingers.

He lapped up all of your juices while his fingers stimulated your insides, the scissoring motion stretches you so well.

You were close, so close, and Hongjoong felt that when you clenched around his fingers but like the devil he is, he decided to halt his ministrations and smirk down at you.

"Why'd you stop?" you whined, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes due to the high that was stolen from you.

"I'd rather have you cum around my cock, princess."

Well, that doesn't sound so bad but you were desperate for some release. "Then what are you waiting for?"

You heard him click his tongue before he took off his clothes. He went to remove your shirt as well but he sees that it's his.

He'd love to fuck you while you're wearing his shirt, just shows that you belong to him. So he opted to raise it just above your collarbones, showing your delectable chest in the process.

"What's up with your attitude today?" he lined himself up in your entrance, his left hand snaked around your neck, choking you a bit while the other harshly fondled your boobs. "And here I thought I'll make love to you tonight."

"Wha- Ah!" you let out a booming moan when he entered you in one swift motion. Your head is empty and is filled with nothing but the realization that he must have gone from being soft to fucking you silly.

Hongjoong didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a rigorous pace as he clutched your hips, effectively pinning you down on the mattress.

"S-slow down!" you cried out but it seems that your actions don't match your words, your body betraying you when your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to you and allowing him to plunge deeper into you.

He paid no mind to you, too focused on making you both feel good. Besides, his ears could only hear your adorable moans and the dirty squelching sounds that you produce whenever he pounds into you roughly.

"Shit." he cursed, feeling your warm walls grip him tighter, you must be nearing your high and he's not doing so well either.

"Baby," he breathed out, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "don't you think it's time for us to have a child?"

Ah, so that is what he's implying.

You can't ever say no to him now, do you?

You did want to build a little family of yours, and you trust Hongjoong when it comes to that.

You laced your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and giving him a peck, "Yeah, it's time."

He softly smiled at you (a vast contrast to how he's rearranging your guts below), grabbing your hands and lacing his fingers with yours, "At the same time?"

You nodded and within a few more thrusts, you both came at the same time.

It took a few minutes for you to catch your breath while Hongjoong instantly got up, providing you the best aftercare.

"Are you okay?" he asked, putting an arm around you and you cuddled at his side.

"More than okay." you craned your neck to look at him, and you were suddenly filled with overwhelming emotions.

It made you question some things. How you're still in love with the same guy even after all those years. How he manages to make you blush like a teenager. How he makes you feel so loved and accepted.

"I love you, always and forever." he returned your stare and smiled at you fondly. Then there it is, you felt those butterflies again.

Maybe this is why you're still together despite all the challenges and problems you've encountered.

In a world that is full of bullshit and confusion, Kim Hongjoong makes sense. He's the only one where you could find happiness, peace, and warmth.

[f0rlorn]

kingdom come → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which your lover gets ripped away from you, and you’re left with mere memories, a promise, and a locket. feminine intended reader. i am a district seven girly FOR LIFEEE. when i was making a plan for a cato fic on wattpad, reader was ofc from seven ✨

warnings → me giving characters angst alert part two!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone

     “treech!” you giggled as you chased him in the woods you called your backyard. you heard him laugh as he leapt over a stream. attempting to follow him, you slipped, accidentally landing in the shallow water. luckily, you had your rain boots on. the red rain boots with hand painted black polk a dots that reminded you of ladybugs. on the other hand, your ruffly dress was not so lucky, soaked with water, dirt crawling at the hems. treech whipped around at the sound of you splashing, and offered a hand to help you up. you giggled as you took his hand. “thank you, my knight.” you teased, beginning to walk back to your home.

     “anything for m’lady!” treech declared, raising his arm triumphantly. your youth was filled with heartwarming moments like this. days spent playing with treech in the woods when the two of you were kids. and when you grew into your teenage years, long, meaningful conversations filled with laughter and secrets with each other after treech finished working. you had known treech your whole life, best friends for fifteen years and lovers for three, he was a part of you. 

     today, the day of the reaping, your mother had laid out an old striped dress of hers. the once colorful stripes had faded into something dreary, but the dress fit you like a glove. it was common knowledge in the districts that children should dress nice for the reaping. not because it was some momentous occasion, but because what they wear then might be the last thing they wear ever. dressing them up for their funerals, a devastating truth. treech met you outside, and he tilted his hat to you when you stepped out of the door. 

     “m’lady,” he greeted, providing his arm for you to latch onto. “well don’t you look ravishing,” he mused, and you curtsied at his compliment, before looping your arm through his. you were treech’s pride and joy and he made sure to treat you as such. the boy was more than happy to show you off, parading you around the streets of seven. the two of you chatted lightly about the days events as he guided you to the town’s square, located a mile and half from your house. eventually you had to part ways with him, but not before you left a quick peck on the cheek. he wore the kiss on his face boastfully as he joined the group of boys to your left. you smiled, finding your own place in the crowd of girls. the process went as normal, a few small announcements made before the female tribute was reaped. her name was lamina, a beautiful tragedy wrapped in a vest, but not anyone you recognized.

     your breath hitched as they called for the male tribute. it had happened so fast. you had never been this overwhelmed. they called treech’s name. your treech. you allowed yourself to hyperventilate for a few moments before catching sight of the boy slowly walking towards the front of the hall of justice. district seven, being one of the largest districts, had thousands of kids piled into the town square, separated by gender. out of the entire population of seven’s youth, it never occurred to you that your boyfriend could be the unlucky victim to be reaped. 

     struggling to control your breathing, you leaped into action, shoving your way through the crowd of girls to the pathway down the middle of the block. treech, still in shock, made his way down said pathway rather hesitantly, as if in disbelief that he had really been reaped. his eyes were scanning the crowd as he passed, stopping for a moment as he met yours. in an instant, you reached forward and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug before any nearby peacekeeper could intervene.

     “i love you, treech. i love you, i love you, i love you!” you repeated, sobbing into his jacket. his arms wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let go.

     “i’ll win this, y/n, for you. i’ll see you soon, it’ll only be a couple days, just you wait.” he mumbled his promise to you. you pulled apart, woefully wiping away the lipstick mark on his face, cleaning him up for the cameras. there was no doubt that the entirety of the capital was watching you now. what must they think of the spectacle you had created? were they intrigued? disgusted? at this point, the peacekeepers had made their way to him, dragging him onstage.

     “treech!” you objected, reaching out for him. another peacekeeper lightly knocked you backwards, a pitiful expression adorning his face. the girls nearby, some you recognized and some strangers, held the same expression. none spoke, just stared at you. keeping your eyes on the ground, you creeped back to your spot in the crowd. soon enough, peacekeepers were hauling your boyfriend into the hall, and more were beginning to clear the square, forcing you to make your way back to your place of residence. unbeknownst to you, treech had slipped a token in the pocket of your dress before he was pulled away. it wasn’t until halfway through your agonizing, lonely trek back home that you noticed it. it was a dainty, wooden heart shaped locket. patterns had been intricately carved into the surface, no doubt by the careful hands of your loving treech. you traced the patterns with the pads of your fingers, tears staining the wooden block. 

     you clutched the locket, a newfound hope seeping into you, as you held onto the promise that he would win. for you.