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oinkoink321 · 2 years ago

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Blue lock boys watching a romance K-drama with you!

Bllk boys x Fem!reader

Featuring: Itoshi Rin, Chigiri Hyoma, Yukimiya Kenyu, Bachira Meguru, Nagi Seishirou, and Hiori Yo!

Warnings: nothing, maybe a bit of angst (on hiori’s part) but don’t worry it’ll get better :) However, this is like my 2nd time writing and posting, so some of the characters might be ooc. If there’s any mistakes, feel free to let me know :) Anyways, enjoy!

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Rin Itoshi 💙

Honestly at first he acts like he isn’t interested and thinks it’s the stupidest thing ever. Like he’ll literally be like “Ew why do you watch this stuff, it’s so corny” (and lukewarm). He usually watches horror movies/shows so romance k-dramas never really appealed to him.

However, the more you watched them…the more interested he would get. He’s slowly but surely start to learn the story and end up watching with you, but when you tease him about it, he goes “ugh no, I don’t even care about this stupid show.” But he continues to binge it with you.

Then he also gets upset when you watch it without him. (But he won’t ever admit that). Also, I can see him getting jealous of the main/2nd lead of the drama if you gush over them, or anyone in the show for that matter. He’d be like “if you like them so much why don’t you go to Korea and date them instead??” 💀💀

Deep down, he really does enjoy watching the show with you and he’d want to recreate some of the cute moments in the show. (He would never tell you tho). Honestly, I can see him silently fangirling when the 2 main love interest finally get together and they’re all happy.

He also likes cuddling with you when you guys are watching, it makes him feel so safe and secure. When the main couple kisses on screen or anything, he’ll get all flustered and would want to kiss you in the moment too <3

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Chigiri Hyoma 🩷

This man definitely watches k-dramas. Probably a big fan of them too. I can definitely imagine him watching them with his sister and them bonding over that.

Anyways, he probably has a cute lil movie night set up when you watch together. Like there’s snacks, a blanket, and tons of cuddling. I can also see you guys doing face masks (the skincare kind lol) while watching too. He’d also buy the skincare and makeup products they have in the show too.

He’s also probably gonna talk to you a lot about the drama if he particularly likes it. He definitely follows the actors on insta and stalks them. (You stalk them together). He definitely also takes tons of inspiration from the outfits, makeup, and accessories from the show, he’d probably get you both matching stuff. Or maybe similar clothes to the main couple!

Also, if you fall for anyone in the show, he’s gonna tease you about it, he’ll be like “awww what? Am I not pretty enough for you? I can be 10x better than them.” Also, if you get flustered at something the love Interest did to the main character, he’s probably gonna do it to you one day too. 0//////0

If something romantic happens during the show, like if the couple kisses, he’ll lean in and kiss you too. <333 anyways, he’s a 10/10 to watch kdramas with.

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Yukimiya Kenyu 🧡

Honestly, he’ll definitely watch with you, but not cuz he likes it too (he does), but to learn from it.

He’s the type of boyfriend that would want to be perfect for you, to meet your standards and well, to be your #1 (my heart ughh ). Out of all the guys,I feel like he’d be like the most like a k-drama love interest. He’s a gentleman, sweet, definitely popular with the ladies, and handsome. He definitely brags to you how you guys are basically a k-drama couple.

Anyways, I can see him trying to learn about the drama so he can talk with you if you’re super interested in it. He’d take time to really know the story and know the characters. Like he’ll surprise you cuz he knows so much, maybe even more than you.

If you’re gushing over any of the characters, he might start doing stuff the characters did to make you blush. Like for example, if the main couple went on a picnic, then he’ll take you on a picnic date. He’d tease you if you fall for someone in the show. He’d say something like “Ah, I see. That’s why you chose me right? Cuz I’m just like them? Hm?” (Crying rn hes so hot)

Also, I can imagine him trying to model for Korean companies that the actors model after watching, just in case he can meet one of them! He’d also probably take inspiration from the outfits in the show like Chigiri. You guys would definitely look like a k-drama power couple together <333

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Bachira Meguru💛

I can see him totally being invested! He’d be so excited to watch with you and check it out. He’s so open to watch new shows, especially if you like them!

He’ll probably be super Interested and can’t wait to watch it with you. It’s like a little thing you guys do in your free time. He’s always so happy to watch it with you. He would also force you to watch it with him if you guys were left on a cliff hanger. If you have work he’d go “why don’t you take a break? We can watch our show!” He probably gets you off track 💀💀

He loves cuddling and holding you closer when something cute happens and would probably be gushing with you. He’d be like “awwww baby~ they’re so cute aren’t they? Just like us ;)”

Anyways, he probably wants to go on similar dates in the drama if he likes them. I can see him going “Ooooooh!! We should do that together one day! And that! And that! Let’s go there one day too!!” Ugh he’s so cute.

If you fall for any of the characters he’s be all whiny and cuddle you closer. He’d also complain how he’s so much better than that specific character. He also would fangirl with you when the love interests get together! He’s so fun to watch k-dramas with <3

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Nagi Seishirou🤍

He only likes it because he can relax and cuddle with you 😭😭. All he wants to do while you watch is be in your arms or vice versa. He’d probably be playing games while you watch. Like it’s all emotional and sad and all there’s his video game noise in the background. •_•

However, he’d make it really comfortable and be chilling while you watch. Probably resting his head on your shoulder or lap. He’ll look at the TV screen every once in a while but he won’t rlly say anything.

Overtime, just like Rin, he’ll slowly get invested too. He’s pretty chill about it though and would probably be like “oh. They got together? Cool.” If any of the characters do something embarrassing, he’d call them cringy and have second hand embarrassment.

I can see him watching the show without you if you’re busy. When you ask him why he didn’t wait for you he’d say “it’s a hassle to go and ask you” 😭. I feel like he’d be kind of a menace and when he gets invested, it’s all he’s watching, he would most definitely watch ahead of you.

If you fall for a character he’d probably be annoyed but won’t rlly show it. He’ll start doing chores around the house or just do more for you just to show that he’s better than said character. He’ll hold you super close during a romantic scene and definitely likes watching with you. (Ugh I love him) <333

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Hiori Yo 🩵

He’s probably already heard and know of K-dramas, but since his parents are strict, he’s never watched any. He’d be open to try watching them with you and be super curious about the shows too.

Honestly right off the bat, he’s be invested and like watching with you. He’s also super fun to watch the show with. Like he’d giggle at the cute interactions of the couples, scoff if the main character makes a stupid decision, and so on.

He really gets into the show and I can imagine him buying you guys cute merch (if there is any). He’d love going on similar dates of the couples and recreating cute moments. Or if you guys visit Korea, he’d want to go to the places in the show.

(Okay this next part is kinda sad but-)

I can see him being sad with you if something goes wrong in the show. Sometimes there’s moments in the show where the couple breaks up because of the parents. That’s Hiori’s worst fear. Having to loose you because of his parents. He hates the thought of it and it hurts him so much.

However, the characters always get back together. So, if fictional characters can fight for who the love, he can too. He would literally leave his parents for because unlike them, you actually love him. He loves romantic moments in the show, when one of the character A says how much they’re in love with character B and just stare at them with so much love. Ugh, it perfectly describes how he feels for you, he loves you so so much. (He’s so adorable) <33333

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harlowtales · 9 months ago

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Jack finds the love of his life who has never been kissed…or anything else 😘

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18+ Adult Themes - Romance/Drama/Sex

“Jack stop.” You said, unsure where this was going. You had never kissed anyone let alone had sex. It was time to say something before things went too far. You were saving it for the right person…your husband, and a rapper was definitely not it. You shouldn’t even have taken his invitation to go to the movies but Jack seemed very sweet and down to earth. You figured there was no harm in a movie, but it was going too fast. His hands were starting to go places. You were in the back of an old theatre watching an Alfred Hitchcock movie as they were Jack’s favourite movies.

“Y/N what’s wrong? I thought we were feeling each other” Jack said confused as he sat back.

“Well right here…right now was my first kiss. Jack I…I’m a virgin.” There was no other way than to just tell him. Your palms were sweating and your heart was beating so loudly you thought the whole empty theatre could hear it.

“Say on god.” Jack said in shock

“Swear to god.” You said earnestly “I’m sorry. Can you take me home?”

“If I ruined everything I’m so sorry Y/N.” Jack apologized “I will absolutely take you home if that’s what you really want.”

“I feel so stupid. I usually know better than to waste the time of someone like you. I mean, you’re Jack Harlow. Of course you want to…well you know.” You said in embarrassment.

“Right here, I can tell you I would fucking marry you if I knew it wouldn’t scare the shit out of you.” Jack said in disbelief that he had found a 24 year old virgin. “If you let me be the first, I will be your only.”

“Jack please. I need to go.” All you wanted to do was escape this moment. You weren’t prepared for wanting to do it with him in that movie theatre and that scared you. Jack was incredibly handsome and charming. He was intelligent and funny, tall and distinguished. Everything you ever dreamed of in a man was all in him. You had to get away from him as soon as humanly possible.

You pulled up in front of your parent’s house and your dad instantly peeled the living room curtains back to make sure you didn’t hang out too long in Jack’s car. Jack had to actually introduced himself to your father and ask to take you out in the first place. He saw you with your family at an event his mother put on for charity and knew he had to shoot his shot. Your dad insisted on him coming to the house and properly introducing himself first. It felt like the 1950’s but he appreciated it. Now you being a virgin was all starting to make sense.

“Ughh. He’s literally going to stare at us until I’m in the door. You better walk me to the door or he’ll think you weren’t raised right.” You cautioned.

“Y/N it’s all fine.” Jack laughed “I ain’t going away so pops better get used to me.”

“What? You mean, this isn’t the end?” You said in surprise.

“Why would it be? Cuz I got bitches on speed dial?” Jack said characteristically raising an eyebrow. “If you let me be your first, you would be my only girl. Anything else I had going on would be done for me. Let me make it special for you Y/N.” Jack put a soft hand on your thigh.

You felt a heat rising in you that you never felt before. “Jack call me um…call me later. I have to go. He’s watching us. Open my car door, walk me to the door. Don’t hold my hand. Don’t kiss me on the cheek. Say goodnight to him and shake his hand. Got it?” You said giving Jack the cheat code to dealing with your strict parents.

After some weeks Jack kept calling and spending time with you whenever he could. He FaceTimed you from his European tour and it was no pressure. He never even mentioned sex. You started to think you not putting out had caused him to lose interest in you romantically and it was just turning into a friendship. Jack wanted you more and more, he just didn’t want to scare you away so he was being patient.

The tour was over and he was finally back home. He knew he had to ease you into thinking he was the right one to lose your virginity with. He decided to go to your house and approach your parents about dating you seriously. If that’s what it took that’s what he was willing to do.

Jack was sweating he was so nervous. Your parents came into the living room with just the clock ticking in the background.

“So Y/N tells me you want to date her.” Your dad said

“I know you’re strict. I want to respect that.” Jack said seriously. You were sitting across from him as sitting on the same couch would not have been deemed appropriate by your parents.

“Very protective.” Your mother chimed in “Why does someone in your line of work want to date my daughter?”

“My line of work? You mean a rapper?” Jack said with a tinge of sass. You shot him a look to chill.

“Yes. Entertainment is not for our girl.” Your dad said

“Well I would make sure she’s always with me and protected. I’m very protective as well. You can ask my family that I’m very close too.” Jack explained.

“She can date on a few conditions. She has to check in with us and no sex before marriage. Do you intend on marrying her or is she just one of your many girls?” Your mother asked embarrassing you.

Jack started turning red partly from embarrassment and partly from getting a bit upset. He was sure he would propose at some point or he would have left your house from this grilling by your parents.

“I know I have a reputation but I have intentions of marrying your daughter as soon as she’s ready.” Jack said. A lump formed in his throat. He wasn’t planning on saying that but it came out and he wasn’t sorry. The silence that followed was amplified by the ticking clock.

“Is anyone going to ask me what I want? Do I matter?” You said raising your voice. “I am 24 mom, dad, come on! I’m a grown woman! I’ve done everything you wanted my whole life. I want to date Jack…I will date Jack.”

“Y/N! Really? Hunny you see? He’s influenced her already!” Your father said to your mother like Jack wasn’t there.

“How rude! Jack is right here.” You said

“Y/N please your parents are right. Maybe I should go.” Jack said making s move to leave.

“I’m coming.” You said defiantly

“Walk out the door and don’t come back.” Your dad said.

“Oh fine with me.” You huffed.

“Y/N these are your parents. Please, listen to them.” Jack pleaded with you much to your parent’s surprise.

“Well Jack. Son. I’m impressed with you.” Your dad said “I approve, but talk some sense into her.”

“Will do sir. She’s safe with me.” Jack said assuredly

“What was that? I thought you were on my side?” You said haughtily as you left with Jack to go for a drive.

“I fucking got my hands full.” Jack murmured

“Excuse me?” You said like a spoiled brat.

“Listen princess let’s get one thing straight ok?” Jack said heading away from the park.

“Jack where are we going?” You asked concerned

“Shush for fuck sakes.” Jack said rolling his eyes with a slight giggle

You pulled into the parking of a building and headed into an elevator. When the doors opened to a sprawling condo you realized he had taken you to his penthouse apartment. “Get comfy cuz this is where you’ll probably wind up with your attitude. Geez I feel sorry for your parents. Hungry?”

“Ummm yes. Yes please Jack. Thank you.” You said instantly more polite.

“That’s better.” Jack said kissing you on the forehead. “I want this place to be your place but you have to behave.”

“Ok sir Jack sir!” You said saluting him and laughing.

“Oh yeah? You getting cheeky?” Jack said towering over you. You were like a magnet for him. He pulled you close into a passionate kiss. Your space ached like you had never felt. You longed to be his in every way.

“Y/N I can take you home if…” but you cut Jack off with another deep kiss to his amazement “Take me.” You said looking him right in the eye.

“Y/N come on…” but you pulled Jack towards his bedroom.

“Now? You sure?” He said cautiously

“Please Jack. I need you.” You said in agony

“Baby…I’m scared. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said caressing your hair.

“I know it will hurt but if not now…when?” You reasoned looking up at him.

“Y/N there’s no rush. I meant it. I will marry you.” Jack promised, knowing he was caving in fast. You had a hold on him that was undeniable.

“Come.” He commanded as he sat on the bed and opened his legs for you to stand in front of him. You obeyed and went closer.

He began going up your shirt, fondling your breasts and kissed your bare stomach. You threw back your head and moaned. You saw Jack growing and reached down to touch him but he stopped your hand.

“No. I…I’m sorry Y/N this doesn’t feel right. I’ll take you back.” Jack said. In his mind it was going to happen so differently. He brought you to his place for you to start getting comfortable there. He was used to being around you…wanting you and not being able to really be inside you, he was the one that was hesitant now, and how crazy and special would it be for him to marry a virgin. “We’re not married. This isn’t right.” He couldn’t imagine the looks on your parent’s faces if they found out.

“Are you kidding me? They got to you. They fucking got to you. Wait….you’re not into me anymore are you? I knew it. It felt like a friendship last little while. I should have known.” You burst into tears “I’m not model gorgeous and exciting like what you’re used to.”

“Baby…no no no I have never been in love until now. Did you know that?” Jack said looking at you as you sat on his lap now. “I am very attracted to you. Don’t worry.”

“Then make love to me….Please Jack.” You said softly drawing him into a kiss.

“Ok, I…ok.” He said unable to refuse any longer. You pulled your shirt off over your head and stepped out of your jeans. He was in awe of how perfectly your breasts hung and the curve of your body. “I can’t believe I’m the first to ever see all this and touch you…be inside you.” Jack breathed overcome with emotion.

He gently laid you down kissing and caressing your body. You gasped having never felt such sensations. “Oh god Jack.”

There was no turning back now. He had waited so long.

“It hurts too much and I’m stopping ok?” Jack said lovingly. You nodded in agreement under him, drinking in his aroma and feeling his chest. He tried not to put his full weight on you as your legs opened to take him in. He tested your space dipping in with the head only and pulling back. It was such a foreign feeling you held your breath from the pressure slowly pressing into you.

“You ok?” He asked as he hovered over you about to re-enter a little more.

“Put it all the way in. I’m ok.” You assured him

“We can just play with each other baby. We don’t have to do this all the…” Jack was trying to say

“Can you please just…I want to feel all of you.” You said a bit frustrated and anxious

“Ok baby. Hold onto me ok?” Jack cautioned. He was beyond excited but had to contain himself for your comfort. He held his shaft steadily as he guided it in carefully. You were wet with anticipation but it still was painful. You tried to hide it as much as possible to not make Jack feel bad, but he saw the look on your face and paused afraid to stroke in and out. One thing for sure, your future husband was gifted and it would take getting used to.

“Oh, uhhh, oh my god.” You breathed unable to make sense of the new pain and slight pleasure you were starting to feel as Jack slowly glided partially out and slid back in.

“Ah fuck you feel good baby.” He said breathlessly in your ear. “I’ve waited for this moment” Jack was poised on top of you and concentrating on being as gentle as possible as he went in further and further. Tears started welling up in your eyes with a burning pain radiating through your abdomen and legs as he picked up some speed and put more weight behind his thrusts. You held onto him tightly unable to really move.

After a few moments he suddenly cried out “Uh Y/N!! Baby” You felt your flesh tear apart inside and a warm sensation run down your thighs. There was blood on the sheets from your hymen popping. You were mortified.

“Oh my god Jack!” You exclaimed in tears. He immediately stopped and headed to the bathroom to start the shower and bring you a towel. He wiped you up lifted you off the bed and carried you to the shower. He held you from behind, his arms supporting you as he sung a Bryson Tiller song gently. His smooth melodic voice amplified in the shower filled you with warmth as the pain started to subside.

He wrapped you in a towel and held your hand to his closet where he dressed you in his shorts and hoodie. He combed your hair for you and settled you on the couch. After grabbing you a snack he went to strip the bed sheets and ran back to snuggle with you.

“Are you ok baby?” He asked sweetly “Do you need anything else?”

“Jack please just relax with me. Thank you for looking after me.” You said tiredly. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions your stomach ached, your space hurt, and your legs were like jello. He snuck in behind you and you rested on him as he covered both of you in a blanket.

“After all that you get the remote Mrs. Harlow…this one time ok?” He joked. You giggled snuggling up to him and falling asleep.

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issdisgrace · 1 year ago

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I love your works!! Can I please request a fluff fic of poly ghost soap and ftm reader?

AFTER A LONG DAY

WARNINGS: None

A/N: The reader being ftm takes a little bit of a back seat but i still think you will like anon and sorry if you dont

It had been a long, tiring day, and all I wanted to do was to curl up in between Johnny and Simon and sleep. I sigh as I open the apartment door. Finally, in the comfort of home. I shut and lock the door behind me before taking my shoes off, setting them in their spot on the shoe rack.

“I’m home.” I call out as I head into the kitchen to get a snack. Looking in the fridge, there’s nothing my stomach is deeming appetizing, so I close the fridge only to get jumped scared by Simon.

“Goddamnit Simon, what the fuck have I told you about jump scaring me?”

“Sorry.”

“Sigh, it’s ok. Where’s Johnny?”

“He’s in the bedroom under way too many blankets. He’s also been forcing me to watch The Golden Girls.”

“Sounds nice.”

“I guess.” Simon says, wrapping his arms around me. I rest my head on his chest as he gently moves my hair off my forehead to give me a kiss there.

“You had a rough day at work, didn’t you?” He asks.

“Yeah, the manger been of her bullshit and kept dead naming me today. I’m gonna report her tomorrow to the boss. I don’t think he’ll be too happy with her, considering he has a trans son.”

“Hmm, maybe he’ll finally fire her.”

“I can only hope.”

“Wheres my love.” Johnny says as he walks toward us. I smile at Johnny and open my arms for him. He hugs me tightly, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. Simon wraps his arms around the both of us, a small smile on his face.

“I love you guys.” I say.

“Love you too, Y/n.” Simon says out.

“Ew that’s gay.” Soap jokes.

“Yep, and if you're not careful, we’ll spread it to you.” I joke back. Simon lets out a little laugh.

“But in all seriousness, I would like to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable.” I say.

“Ooo then we can watch golden girls together.” Johnny says excitedly.

“Ughh please no more.” Simon groans.

“We both know you like golden girls.” Johnny says.

“He’s right Simon. Now both of you please unhand me please.” They both groan as they let go of me.

“Thank you.” I say as I start towards the bedroom. Walking into the bedroom I head to closet I pick out one of Simon’s sweatshirts and nab a pair of Johnnys shorts. Stripping, I quickly change, throwing my dirty clothes into the hamper. Walking out of the closet, Johnny and Simon are already in bed waiting for me, enough space in between them for me. Crawling over Johnny, I plop myself in the middle of them.

“You’re so handsome.” Johnny says he cuddles into my side.

“You’re very handsome too, Johnny.”

“No, you’re the most handsome-est man I have ever met in my whole life.” I laugh at Johnny, shaking my head a little.

“I’m not so sure about that Johnny, Simon’s pretty handsome.”

“He’s pretty, you’re handsome.”

“You hear that Simon, you’re pretty.”

“Hmm, I heard,” Simon says, more focused on looking for a show that wasn’t the golden girls. Truly not wanting to spend another couple hours watching it.

“Its true Simon is pretty and you're handsome, very handsome and your voice has been dropping and your growing facial hair, so how couldn’t I think you're the handsome-est man I have ever met?”

“I’m flattered, Johnny.”

“He’s right, you know,” Simon says, giving me a kiss on my head.

“Thank you both. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no big deal and besides, we love you and we are so proud of you.” Johnny says.

“Very proud you’ve come a long way in your transition so far.” Simon adds.

“Thank you, the both if you. I fucking love the both of you so much.” I say before giving both of them a kiss.

“We love you two,” Johnny and Simon say in a weird synchronicity.

“Well, because you both love me so much, can I get some more kisses?”

“We can do that.” Johnny says as he gives me a kiss.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #john soap mactavish x reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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Spiderling Sunshine

AN | No asked for this, but you’re getting anyway. Here we have a mixture of coffee shop, tattoo artist, and soulmate aus! Enjoy❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 5.2k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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You hadn’t heard the soft twinkle of the bell above the door go off. It wasn’t until you heard his warm voice that you even realized that you weren’t alone.

“Is that challah?”

You jumped from where you were crouched on the floor, managing to hit your head on the counter. You hissed as you rose to your feet, rubbing at the sore spot that was already forming on your head, checking for blood or any sort of visible injury. Across the counter, much to your surprise, was a handsome man looking at you with a sheepish expression and meekly pointing at the display.

“Yeah,” you managed to choke out, distracted by the throbbing of your head and the glittering ochre eyes apologetically looking back at you, “it’s challah.”

“I’m so sorry,” he grimaced and took a step closer, “I didn’t realize you were behind there and fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m alright,” you promised, knowing you’d taken many worse knocks to the head and been okay. You gave him a small smile, hoping to put him at ease, “no need to apologize. I probably should have been paying more attention too.”

“I’ll make more noise next time,” he joked and you both relaxed. You looked him over and realized you’d never seen him before; the only people that came into the coffee shop at this time of day were usually regulars. Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, he stood closer and held out his hand to you, “I’m Peter. Peter Parker. I just moved into the space down the block - well, my shop that is.”

“Peter,” you shook his hand, trying to ignore the warmth of his skin and how easily his hand swallowed yours. You told him your name and he repeated it softly, testing out how it sounded on his tongue, “oh! The new tattoo shop! I’ve walked by it a few times and was wondering when you’d be here. What’s it called again?”

“Spiderling Tattoo,” he smiled and damn, he had a magical smile that made your knees weak, “we open officially next week! I’m glad I found you…r shop. Now at least I have a spot to get my coffee.”

“Well, I’m here bright and early,” you gestured vaguely, feeling shy under his warm gaze, “so I’ll ughh…be here. Umm…bright and early. For coffee…because that’s ugh, what I do here. Obviously. I, ugh…I’m rambling and making a fool of myself so I’ll shut up now.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cute,” his eyes crinkled in the corner when he smiled wide and if that hadn’t been your weakness before, it was now, “do you think I could get some challah and a coffee to go?”

“Right, yes, of course,” your face warmed and you went to grab a knife to slice the freshly baked bread. You had to get yourself in check and stop oogling your customers. Just because they were incredibly kind, funny, flirty, and cute didn’t mean you had the right to objectify them. But no…you weren’t objectifying…just admiring beauty. Sure, you’d go with that.

“Are you Jewish?” he asked as he watched you carefully slice it.

“No,” you answered softly, “well according to 23&Me I’m like fifteen percent, but I don’t think that counts. I learned the recipe from one of my neighbors when I was growing up. She was an older Jewish lady and she loved sharing her recipes. Her kids and grandkids had moved out of New York and her husband had passed away, so she kind of adopted me in a way. I used to go see her a lot on weekends, so I like to think that I picked up her little tricks to make it perfect. I’m assuming you are? Jewish, I mean.”

“Yeah,” he liked you, he’d already decided that much, “my aunt used to make challah a lot growing up and I’m particular to it. I can’t wait to see how this stacks up.”

“I doubt it’ll be anywhere near as good,” you wrapped it up carefully and handed it across the counter to him. His fingers brushed against yours and it sent a warm shiver down your spine, “but you’ll have to tell me.”

After asking how he took his coffee, you busied yourself with making it to perfection, feeling the need to impress him. He took a sip as soon as it was in hand and you could see the smile on his face that he enjoyed it, “it’s perfect! Thank you - how much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house,” you insisted as soon as you saw him reaching for wallet, “consider it a little welcome to the neighborhood gift.”

“You’re the best,” yeah, you could get used to hearing that from him, “I’ll find a way to get you back for this, I promise.”

“Peter-”

“I’ve gotta go,” he looked at his watch and groaned slightly, “I’ll see you soon! I’ll be back, I promise!”

“See you soon, Peter Parker,” you watched him walk out the door, pausing to wave at you through the window once more before quickly booking it down the street. You found yourself staring after him, already missing him. Oh no. You had to pull it together. You’d known him for all of ten minutes, and you were already getting butterflies in your stomach. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were doomed.

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The very next morning Peter was back as promised…in fact he was there so early that he managed to beat you. When you walked up, he was scrolling around on his phone, leaning against the front of the shop. Your heart almost dropped into your stomach at the sight. You hadn’t expected to see him again, at least not so soon.

He looked up as soon as he heard you, he looked up, that pretty smile on his face only growing. A hand was held up as he waved at you, “good morning!”

“Hi Peter,” it was easy to put a smile on, despite the early morning hour at the sight of him, “I’m guessing you’re an early bird?”

“No,” he shook his head as you raised an eyebrow in amusement, moving to unlock the shop, “anything but.”

“What brings you over so early?” not that you minded in the slightest. As far as you were concerned, Peter Parker was welcome any time.

“Wanted to see you,” he quickly blurted, and as soon as he realized his little admission his cheeks turned a pretty pink, “a-and coffee.”

“Ahh, well that I can do,” you promised, motioning for him to follow you inside. He trailed after you like a puppy, watching your every move with awe, “hey, Peter, I have a question for you.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you popped behind the counter and he leaned against, looking so effortlessly and ridiculously handsome, “and just what would that be?”

“Will you,” you mirrored his actions and leaned against the counter across from him, “do me the honor of being my guinea pig?”

“Yes.”

“I - oh my goodness, Peter,” you laughed lightly, a pretty sound that went straight to his heart, “you don’t even know what for!”

“Whatever it is,” he promised, “the answer is yes. Now…what exactly is it?”

“Coffee and baked goods,” you smiled softly, “there’s tons of new things I want to try out and I need an objective opinion on things. Can I trust you to always give me the truth, Peter?”

“Of course,” there was something about his words that let you both know he meant a lot more than just the coffee, “it will be an honor indeed. What’s first on the menu?”

“Lavender rose latte,” you grinned and he gave you a curious look with a bemused smile, “so - iced or hot?”

“Iced,” you gave him a nod before motioning for him to come behind the counter to watch you, “oh - before I forget. Your challah? Amazing…don’t tell Aunt May, but you’re giving her a run for her money.”

“Yeah?” your entire face lit up at the praise and Peter decided that he wanted to see that look on your face everyday. He wanted to be the reason for that look.

“Definitely.”

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Peter Parker came to see you every morning without fail. No matter what the morning brought, he was always there to greet you, a pretty smile on that handsome face. You didn’t even want to admit just how hard and fast you fell for your tattooed neighbor. Everything was just so easy with him; everything felt so right with him. Nothing else mattered when it was just the two of you in the early morning hours in your little coffee shop, or late nights at his tattoo studio. It was like time only existed for the two of you.

You came to know him better than anyone else, and you felt like he knew you down to your very soul. It was hard to explain how two people could have such a connection, or how they’d even find each other in this big, crazy world. Maybe it was completely by chance, maybe it was fate, or some sort of cosmic intervention.

Whatever it was, you were thankful that he walked into your life and managed to turn it upside down. You just had a feeling that he would be a part of your world for a long, long time. Sometimes it was scary, sometimes it made no sense, but none of that mattered. Only him and you, you and him. That was all.

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But one day it all seemed to come apart, to start unraveling at the seams.

“Peter?” you chirped out his name happily as you walked into his shop, hoping he wasn’t busy. But to your surprise you found a pretty redhead girl sitting at the little front counter, looking bored as she scrolled on her phone. She turned to you with a dismal look and raised her eyebrow, but said nothing, “h-hi. Is Peter here?”

“Why do you need to see him?” oh. That’s the kind of interaction you were doing to have apparently. She set down her phone and crossed her arms over her chest, “well?”

“I-I own the coffee shop at the other end of the block,” you explained lamely, holding up the packages in your arm and putting down the cup in your hand, “I brought him some fresh-baked challah and coffee. Is he here?”

“Oh,” she stood up and gave you a disgustingly sweet smile, “my boyfriend is in the back, finishing up with a client.”

Boyfriend. You didn’t want to admit just how deeply your heart broke at the singular word. You thought you’d gotten to him so well over the past few months, but you had no clue that he had a girlfriend. In all the time you’d spent with him you’d never never once heard him mention her. Either way, she was here now and you had to accept that heartbreaking little fact. Maybe it wasn’t you and him after all…

“It’s nice to meet you!” you put what you hoped would appear as a genuine smile on your face as you gave her name. You set the packages on the counter as you pushed them towards her, “can you please make sure he gets them…?”

“Mary Jane,” she eyed the packages but left them where you had set them, “did you need anything else? We’re kind of busy here.”

“N-no,” you shook your head, already taking a step back towards the door, “that was all. Thank you - if you ever want a coffee or dessert, feel free to stop by and it’ll be on the house!”

“Mhmm,” she was already back to looking at her, dismissing you without so much as a goodbye, “thanks. I guess.”

You were out the door and back onto the street, letting out a long sigh as you blinked back the tears that were stinging at the back of yours. You felt hurt, in a way, because Peter had never once mentioned her and you thought you were getting close to him. The other part of the hurt was the fact Mary Jane had treated you like garbage. Was she that rude to everyone? Or just you? She did think you were trying to steal Peter away? So many questions and so few answers.

But you pushed all of that out of mind and walked back to your little shop; you had plenty of work to keep you occupied.

Meanwhile, as soon as she was positive you were gone, Mary Jane tossed the delicately wrapped packages of fresh challah straight into the trash can along with the coffee and kicked it out of sight under the counter.

“Hey,” Peter had made his way from the back of the shop and came up front, “did someone come in? I thought I might have heard-”

“No,” she insisted firmly, putting a sweet smile that managed to fool him, “I was on the phone that’s all. Nothing important.”

“If you’re sure,” he raised an eyebrow almost as if he didn’t quite believe her, “well, I’m almost ready to go - five minutes. Still want to grab some Chinese on the way home?”

“That’s what we did last week Pete,” she rolled her eyes slightly, “let’s go out on a real date for once. It’s always the same thing with you. It gets so boring.”

“I never knew it bugged you so much,” he raised an eyebrow but she only huffed, “okay, we can go out for dinner and have a date night out more often.”

“Thanks babe,” her attitude changed quickly as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, “you’re the best. Can you please hurry up please?”

Peter bit his cheek to keep from making a comment and opted to simply nod instead.

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A few days passed before you saw Peter again, and if you were being honest with yourself, it had been eating you up inside. It had become such a routine to see him in the mornings when he stopped in, for you to go to his shop when you had time during lunch, and for either of you to find the other at the end of the day. This was the first time in months there had been any sort of deviation from the routine. And it fucking sucked. You wondered if something had happened to him because when you’d go by his shop it seemed to be closed.

You missed him. You missed Peter probably way more than you should have. You wondered if he missed you at all.

But relief came on the fifth day when the bell over the front twinkled gently and you saw Peter Parker walk through your door. You were in the middle of finishing putting some fresh muffins, but stopped immediately as you ran over to him. A small smile grew on his face as you beamed up at him.

“Peter,” you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly, “I’ve missed you! I was starting to get worried.”

“I was out of town,” he confessed as he hugged you back with just as much feeling, as you nodded, “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to tell you. It was a last minute thing.”

“It’s okay,” you promised, “I’m just glad you’re okay, I’m glad you’re here. Hey, did you get a chance to try the challah?”

“W-what challah?” his eyebrows shot up in confusion as you cocked your head to the side, “when did you…?”

“I dropped some off,” you whispered softly, “the day before you left, in the afternoon. I came over and dropped them off along with a new latte at the counter…with your girlfriend.”

“Oh,” his cheeks reddened and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d hit a nerve, “it’s umm…we…we just recently got back together.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged lightly, “we’ve…yeah. But she didn’t give me anything.”

“I left two packages with her,” you worried your lip between your teeth “they were freshly baked. I tried something new with the one and hoped you would try it. I guess they just…didn’t make their way to you…o-or something.”

“You dropped them off?” you could hear the emotion in his voice and just nodded. You didn’t even need to be told that they were thrown into the trash; you could put the pieces together. Peter on the other hand was still processing everything, “but I never….fuck. I’m sorry - I swear I didn’t get them.”

“‘s okay,” you nodded softly, feeling like crying, “it’s not your fault. I-I’ll make some more soon and you can try it. Can I get you anything this morning? I’ve got fresh cinnamon rolls and I can make you a latte.”

“Actually,” he shook his head and your mouth opened in surprise. He’d never once turned you down, “I’ve gotta go. But I’ll be back, okay? I swear I’ll be back soon.”

“Peter?”

“Soon,” he promised, crossing his heart quickly which brought a smile to your face. But just before he could make his way out of the shop, he poked his head back inside, “but save me one of those cinnamon rolls please!”

“Always,” you whispered despite the fact that he was gone, “always.”

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Peter didn’t even bother going to open Spiderling Tattoo, opting instead to go to Mary Jane’s apartment. He knocked on the door, his mind reeling with all of the things that he wanted to say, and anger flowing through his veins. After a few moments, the door was opened and Mary Jane looked surprised to see him.

“Pete, what are you doing here?” she seemed perturbed at his sudden appearance, “shouldn’t you be at work?”

He ignored her question and said your name, which caused her face to scrunch up in annoyance, “she did stop by the other day. You said she didn’t. Why?”

“It didn’t matter,” she insisted, rolling her eyes and throwing her hands up dramatically, “why does it matter so much? She’s just the little coffee shop girl. She’s obsessed with you, Peter. It’s weird!”

“What happened to the challah?”

“Peter-”

“What happened to it?” he was upset with how she was acting, more even upset thinking about how hurt you must be, “tell me.”

“Jesus Peter, it’s just bread,” she sounded like she was ready for an argument, “I’ll buy you some damn bread if it’s that important.”

“It’s not just about the bread, Mary Jane,” he groaned in frustration, “it’s about all of it. Why did you lie to me? Why would you just throw it away?”

“Because Peter! All you do is talk about her and how great she is and what she did,” Mary Jane frowned deeply as Peter listened to what she said, “you’re not dating her, you’re dating me! Me! What’s so hard to understand about that? If she’s so important to you, maybe you should just go to her.”

“You know,” he took a step back, shaking his head more to himself than anything else, “I’ve been wondering why we got back together. It just reminded me of why we broke up in the first place. I don’t want to do this anymore, Mary Jane. We’re not good together…all we do is push and pull each other and I don’t think either of us are really happy. So let’s just…not do this.”

“You’re just going to break up with me?” her brows knitted together and her mouth formed a small o, “have you been fucking her!?”

“This is what I’m talking about,” Peter shook his head, “you always assume the worst, but just to answer your question, no. I have not. She’s my friend. But you? You’re not being a friend right now. It’s over, MJ. We’re done.”

“Whatever Peter,” she slammed the door shut in his face before he could even say another word. He shook his head and got out of the daze he’d been worked into. When he had first gotten together with MJ, things had been good, and they’d been good together. But he soon learned that she was prone to jealousy and acting irrationally. If it hadn’t been for that they might have worked out. But something in his gut told him that there was something else beneath it all.

The thing Peter knew was that he needed to go back to you.

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It was getting close to closing time and Peter hadn’t come back. You thought he’d meant it earlier when he said he would be back soon. You really shouldn’t have made a big deal out of it, because it clearly wasn’t. Besides, the two of you were just friends. Just friends that happened to own businesses near each other. And that’s all you ever would be. You hated how much that broke your heart.

You’d locked the door and were just about to flip the vintage, handmade sign on the door from open to closed, when you heard the rapid tapping on the window. You looked up and couldn’t believe the sight that met your eyes. Peter Parker was standing outside, a nervous but excited look on his face, his cheeks pink from the slight chill, hair messy as always, and a handful of sunflowers and daisies in his hand. You couldn’t right back your own smile as you beamed back at him.

Let me in? he mouthed as you nodded, quickly unlocking the door and pulling it open as he came inside. You locked it behind him and flipped the sign before turning to him with an incredulous expression on your face.

“Peter? You came back...” you whispered softly as he seemed to mull over the right thing to say. Sometimes his mind worked way faster than his mouth, and he found him looking at you with a dopey little smile, “is everything alright?”

“These are for you,” he held out the flowers to you, causing your heart to beat impossibly faster. You gently took them, clutching them gently to your chest as you inhaled their sweet scent.

“They’re lovely,” you whispered, immediately touched by the sweet gesture, “but why…”

“They reminded me of you,” he confessed, a nervously anxious little smile on his face, “sunflowers because you always brighten my day, and daisies because they’re delicate and gentle just like you, and I know you told me a long time ago they’re your favorites.”

“Peter…” you blinked back the tears that had threatened to spill down your cheeks, “I don’t know if you should do this…”

“It was MJ,” he breathed out and the name was enough to make your heart constrict, “she threw it all away, and she lied to me about it. I…I’m so sorry. That wasn’t fair to you.”

“Or to you,” you shrugged lightly, lips trembling with effort as you tried to hold back your tears.

“I broke up with her,” he confessed, causing your eyes to snap to his with a hopeful little expression, “I should never have gotten back together with her. I knew that but I still did…”

“Why?” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your heart was beating so fast you wondered if he could hear it threatening to burst through your ribcage, “why did you?”

“I hadn’t seen her in a few years and she came back and I thought that maybe…maybe being with her would help me get over you,” now that it was out in the open, Peter felt a million times better. But the look on your face didn’t necessarily make him feel relieved, your face was a mask of confusion, “but that turned out to be a huge mistake.”

“You were trying to get over me?” your voice was small and trembling as you clutched the flowers tighter in your hand, “what do you mean? Why? Peter, I-I don’t understand.”

“It’s been you,” he breathed out, more nervous than he had been in a long, long time, “from the day I met you. And I just…I asked myself why you would ever want to be with someone like me? I’m just…I’m just a-”

“I’m in love with you,” you cut him off before he could say anything else, lest he go on a self-deprecating tirade. His mouth dropped open and he looked at those you had grown an extra head. You offered him a nervous smile but nodded, confirming that he had actually heard you correctly, “if you would have asked me I would have said yes, you know.”

“I didn’t want to flatter myself that much,” he breathed out, stepping closer to you and leaving almost no space between your bodies, “to think you could ever love me as much as I love you.”

“Well,” you gently laid the flowers on the counter as you shrugged lightly, “you were wrong.”

“I was wrong.”

“Yes.”

Without wasting another moment his hands found your face and he pulled you into him, crashing his lips onto yours. It took you only a moment to respond, your arms wrapping around his waist, almost melting into him. You let him take the lead, deepening the kiss as you practically became putty in his arms. He didn’t stop until he’d kissed you dizzy, still not wanting to let you go.

“Peter,” his name whispered from your lips sounded better than anything he had ever heard and he had to fight back a soft groan. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his forehead against yours, feeling your eyelashes kiss his cheek. You could feel him smiling against your lips as his hands settled on your waist, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“I think I might have an idea,” he chuckled softly before kissing you again, all nervous and excited brushes of lips and promises of so much more, “I really like kissing you. Feels so right.”

“Funny,” you teased softly, brushing a hand through his hair gently, “I was just thinking the same thing. You know what that means, right?”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me more.”

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You were sitting on Peter's kitchen counter, watching him cook in between stealing kisses and sips of wine. You liked watching him cook - there was something inherently sexy about it - but couldn’t help but laugh at how messy he was. He’d managed to spatter himself with wine, oil, and sauce before he was even finished.

“Pete,” you shook your head at him, all affectionate sighs and soft smiles, “go and change your shirt and soak that one so it doesn’t stain permanently.”

“It’s fine,” he insisted meekly, looking down at his own shirt before groaning, “fine. But you stay right there.”

“Hmmm,” he quickly kissed you a few times before running down the hall to his bedroom. You let out a small sigh of content as you looked around his apartment. You liked being here, and found yourself at his place more often than not. You were taking it slow, but everything about this felt right. You knew Peter was your future, you could feel that in your bones.

“I settled on an old shirt,” he came padding back into the kitchen, “that way if it gets dirty it won’t matter!”

You turned to look at him and nearly choked on your wine. The shirt in question was in his hands and he was currently shirtless in front of you. And what a damn fine sight that was; it sent every part of you into overdrive. He was lean and well built, and you were trying not to objectify him or study the deep v of his hips or the dusting of hair under his belly button that disappeared under the waistband of his joggers.

Ample tattoos littered his body, which you had surmised from the amount on his arms, but still. They were gorgeous - he was gorgeous. He caught you staring, which you were doing nothing to hide, and chuckled in amusement, “it’s rude to stare, pretty girl.”

“‘m not,” you lied sheepishly, sighing playfully as he pulled on the shirt. But just before he was covered up again, the tattoo on the side of his ribcage caught your eye, “Peter.”

“What? What’s wrong?” his hand settled on the side of your face as he gave you the once-over to make sure you were okay.

“That tattoo, on your side,” you reached for the hem of his shirt, but he beat you to it and pulled it up. The ink came back into view and your heart almost caught in your throat. Neat and polished was a pretty, intricate flower, a little spider perched on one of the edges of the petals, “I…it’s beautiful. But…it’s…how long have you had it?”

“This?” he seemed bemused as you traced your fingers gently along his inked skin, “a long time. It was one of the first pieces I got…kind of what pushed me into tattooing myself. Why?”

You remained silent as you slid off the counter, leaving Peter to watch you curiously. You looked into those pretty brown eyes before pulling up your own shirt. He watched you intently, but his eyes widened in surprise as soon as he saw it. There, on your own ribcage, on the side opposite of his own, he saw the tattoo that was almost identical to his own. Yours was a different flower with a different little spider, but eerily the same. He made a small sound of disbelief as he reached up and traced his fingers along the edge, leaving fire in their wake as you closed your eyes.

“How?” he asked out loud, speaking his question into the ether, “how could we…when did you get this?”

“Almost ten years ago,” you breathed nervously as he settled his hand on your waist, “it was a small place in California…that’s where I went to college before moving back here. What about you?”

“Almost ten years ago,” he echoed and you both laughed softly, “but here, in Queens. How is this possible? They couldn’t have known…but they’re almost identical. I know this was hand drawn for me but…you too? I don’t understand. It makes no sense…”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to,” you set down your shirt and looked at the breathtaking smile on his face, “maybe it was -”

“Fate,” he finished for you. Peter Parker was a man of logic and science, tangible things that made sense. This? This made no logical sense at all, but at the same time it all made perfect sense. It all felt so…right, “I love you, you know?”

“I know,” you kissed him, pulling him into your arms, “I love you too, Peter Parker.”

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winnieswnie4ever · 2 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ NOT my edit, @cosmq13 on tumblr and @/_cosmq_ on tiktok 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

this edit is doing things to me 😞

if he winked at me irl i think my soul would ascend to heaven ( or the 6 feet down under idk ) and my eyes will start glowing pink i swear what the fuck. he’s so fine LIKE UGHH!!!

it’s a struggle how handsome he is like no man i’ve ever met has overthrown him in looks wise and i don’t think any man ever will.

i agree that in 2007-2011 he looks fine ASL!! but omg him during his 2012-2019 era is godly on another level i swear 😞 and a little too good to be true. too good to a point where i’d worship every ground he walks on fr ( im just downbad for him ) 🎀

#tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #kaulitz twins #tokio hotel tom kaulitz

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aztecbrujeria · 4 months ago

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The streets were busy outside and I happened into an antique shop in Linkon, my worn boots brought me in without me really thinking about it. My fingers flipped the vinyls blankly. The feel and the smell of the covers were making the memories flash behind my honey eyes. It had been a few weeks since I last saw the most frustratingly, annoying, blood pressure raising, handsome, smart, sinful, exasperating man.

Ughh fuckin vomit I cannot believe I thought about him all the time and had those dreams…those dreams. I sigh loudly rolling my eyes and move from the ancient pop records to the classical.

“He comes into my life and just ghosts me…so annoying…I’ll never tell him I miss him.”

I murmured to myself as my painted finger stops when I see the baroque period pieces by organ. I trace the cover art and pout until something towers over me and gets close to my ear making me stand up pin straight.

“Awww, what’s this a kitten sulking? Did someone miss me?”

I turn around and see that damn smirk and I move before the hallucination of this man faded. I stood on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around his shoulders taking his lips. Strong arms pick me up as he sighs into the kiss bringing me closer. When he puts me back down after I break the kiss and push a stray hair from his gemstone red eyes I can feel the butterflies betray my tummy.

So I did what I had to, to show him I was upset and bleh in love. I slapped him.

“You’ve had me so worried!”

He stood quirking that brow of his and smirking as he massaged his cheek.

“Oh someone really, really missed me. Don’t deny it sweetie.”

I looked away pouting, blushing, in a small voice.

“N-no…yes, no, maybe.”

One thick digit tipped my chin and forced me to look up at him. I did miss him and also I was mad, but dammit is he doesn’t look soft for me in this moment.

“Twilight…I wouldn’t have worked so hard these past weeks just to miss your birthday today.”

He reached out and pulled me in by my waist until were pressed body to body. Poor guy really did have to bend down to look at me while I stood a whole 14 inches shorter than him.

“You were supposed to stay over and have a morning with me.”

He chuckled as he rested his forehead on mine.

“Have I told you, you’re sassy kitten.”

I smiled and rolled my eyes trying to get out of his hold. When I caught another patron staring at me, one hand on his face while I’m picked up in his arm, my other free hand waved.

“Sylus!”

He let me down and laughed, a genuine no hold laugh, I looked at him and I swear to the cosmos I had heart pupils. I started to giggle and grabbed his hand.

“I really did miss you…but you never heard it from me.”

Wiping the tears from my eyes he brought his big hand up and caressed the side of my face.

“Happy birthday twilight let me sweep you off your feet I have a present for you at my place. Besides the twins have been slaving away with Mephisto decorating for a “surprise” party just us.”

He led me out of the shop and I stopped him pulling him close again and did the “come hither” with my index finger and took his lips.

“Let’s go home then.”

#husbando #love and deepspace sylus #sylus #lnds sylus #lads sylus #l&ds sylus #soft sylus #happy bday to me!!

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sunshineting · 1 year ago

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Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader

word count- 2.6k

summary- Doffy hears you talking shit and offers you a solution to keep your job 🤍

minors do not interact pls THIS IS SMUT

author’s note- this took me forever to finish haha hope ya like it :)

“Fuck my stupid boss. Fuck this job. And fuck this giant ass mansion! Ughh!”

You have a love-hate relationship with your job. You love how much it pays you and hate everything else. You were hired as a… well you didn’t exactly have a name for it, but housekeeper/ assistant was the closest you could think of. Dishes, laundry, tidying, and general upkeep were the main components of your job. Occasionally, you were tasked with personally aiding the young master in setting up appointments and picking up dry cleaning. It wasn’t just you, thankfully, there was a small team you worked with to achieve all the household tasks. You were, however, the only one the young master seemed to torment the most. He treated you like his personal puppy, as if you worked only for him and not the whole house. Of course, Donquixote Doflamingo is your official employer, but taking care of the whole house is in your job description.

Stupid, handsome, arrogant Doflamingo. Just thinking of him brings a scowl to your face.

“Do My LaUnDrY, wAsH mY bEd LiNeN, cAnCeL tHiS aPpOiNtMeNt” you mock him with an exaggeratedly deep dumb voice. “As if there’s not a million other people that live here, too.”

The young master always wanted your attention first. He always makes sure you wash his clothes first, make his bed first, make that one snack from your culture just for him. Before you’d even had a chance to eat this morning, you were already reminded of the plethora of things you had to do today. Doffy was “nice” enough to leave a sticky note of everything you were to do for him, so you wouldn’t forget. You don’t even know what the guy does all day, but you do know that he has a lot of fucking requests.

“Y’know, that impression of me wasn’t half bad,” your boss says with an ominous chuckle. A chill runs down your spine. You straighten yourself up and turn around. You were in his room, finishing his laundry with your back facing the door.

“M-Mister Donquixote, hello, how are you?” You greet, trying (and failing) to be normal.

“Oh, I’m Mister Donquixote now? A moment ago I was your stupid boss. And something about fucking me?” He takes a domineering step toward you. You try your best to avoid looking up at him and avoid eye contact. Well, sunglass contact, in his case. Something about those winged, reflective sunglasses of his intimidated you. It’s like you were forced to look at yourself. He’s so tall, he towers over most people, so combining that with his overbearing personality made you feel so incredibly small.

“I’m so so sorry, sir. My words are inexcusable and I’ll accept any disciplinary action you see fit,” you rush out. Even though the work itself kinda sucked, you really had a good set up. You lived on the estate, got paid a bunch, and even got decent vacation time. You definitely couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Any disciplinary action? So if I told you to get on your knees and follow me like a puppy, you’d do it?”

Your brain short circuits for a moment. What did he say? Get on your knees and what? You’d thought of being on your knees for the man, but not like this. It’d be a lie if you said he wasn’t attractive, but you’d imagined hate fucking him; not whatever this is.

“I-um I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand, sir.”

“You heard me. If I ask you to get on the floor on your hands and knees… will you obey? It’s more of a rhetorical question, of course, because I know you will. I know you’ll do anything to keep this job,” Doflamingo smirks. You don’t know where to look, so you settle your eyes on the floor as you bend down into a kneeling position. Your eyes eventually trail up. On your knees with your legs tucked under you, Doflamingo looks even more gigantic than usual. The sound of laughter fills your ears. Your boss’ lips are stretched into an open-mouthed smile as he cackles.

“Maybe you’re dumber than I gave you credit for. Use that little brain; you do have one right? I didn’t tell you to kneel, I asked you a question,” he sneers. Feeling stupid, tears prickle your eyes. Your mouth forms a pout as you try to stand. However, a hand on your head keeps you from doing so.

“Aht aht, I didn’t say stand up. Turn that pathetic frown upside down, little girl. I’m about to give you the chance to redeem yourself.”

This is so embarrassing. The bastard blond has you following him around the mansion like a puppy. Your task is to crawl next to him on your hands and knees until he orders you not to.

“Uhahahahaha! I see you’re having some fun today, Doffy.” A grimace displays on your features. This is one of the last people you want to see right now.

“Diamante! You know I had to train my little pet here,” your boss guffaws. You roll your eyes.

“Speak, bitch,” Doflamingo commands.

“Hello Mr Diamante,” you grit out. You resist the urge to bite them both on the ankles. Next, Doffy walks you back to his room. Oh thank God, this is almost over. Your knees and hands are sore and all you want is your dignity back.

“Strip.”

“Alright, you’ve had your–” you start to protest. Doflamingo grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together. His unexpected contact sends a slight throb to your core.

“You do what I say when I say it. Understood?” He bites. The faintest whimper escapes your throat. You didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, but him touching you like this was turning you on.

“Oh? No, don’t tell me,” he chuckles, “are you getting horny right now?” Wetness pools in between your legs.

“D-Doffy please…” The humiliation is too much, your cunt is throbbing and weeping for attention. You’d never thought of it before, but having someone be so in control of you was kinda hot. You don’t have to think for yourself; all you have to do is be pretty and follow instructions.

“Mmmm I knew there was a reason I liked you,” his hand trails down to your neck, “Stand.” With his huge hand gripping almost your whole neck, you manage to pull yourself up off your knees.

Doflamingo continues, “No matter how much work I give you, you always complete it to perfection. I do ask more of you than the other workers here, but it’s because you’re reliable and I like that. There’s very few people in this world that I trust and you’re becoming one of them. I’ll let you keep your job and you just have to trust me and trust that I’ll give you the best time of your life.”

He applies slight pressure to your neck and a faint smile graces your lips. “Thank you, Doflamingo,” you breathe out. He commands you to strip again and you obey, leaving yourself only in a matching black bra and panty set. Your boss removes his signature pink fluffy coat and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. His skin is so smooth, nary a blemish to be seen. On your knees yet again, your mouth begins to water as you hungrily go to undo his pants next. You hear a chuckle, “Quite the eager one.”

When you at last free him from the constraints of his pants, you’re in awe. The biggest, angriest looking cock you’d ever seen stood before you. The thing is massive; probably ten inches long and incredibly thick. It’s about two shades darker than the rest of him, with a pink tip. The vein that appears on his forehead when he’s mad doesn’t even hold a candle to the thick veins running along his shaft. You feel the salivation pooling in your mouth; you need him in your throat immediately.

“Can I suck it, sir?”

“Go ahead.”

You take him in your hand, fingers barely able to wrap fully around. Kissing his tip, you stroke him. You lick swirls around the head and make your way down his shaft. Doflamingo sucks in a hiss. Your lips are stretched open as far as they can go as you maintain suction. He feels so good in your hot mouth. The head you’re giving him is so sloppy, so wet all because you’re so eager to please him. Doffy weaves a hand through your hair and pulls you back. You gasp for air, having forgotten to breathe in your desperation.

“Keep sucking me like that, and I might give you a raise,” he smirks. He pushes your head back down on his cock. As you bob your head, you pump him with one hand and massage his heavy balls with the other. A groan escapes your boss’ throat and it gives you all the encouragement you need to keep going. Yes, your jaw is tired. Yes, you’re holding your breath longer than you probably should. And yes, your pussy is absolutely dripping. But you persist. You want to make him cum so bad, you’re so needy for it. You also kinda want that raise. Sneakily, you try to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the ache coming from your cunt. However, nothing escapes the attentiveness of your boss.

“Needy like a bitch in heat. Did I tell you you could pleasure yourself?” The last thing you wanted now was to be denied any relief. With him still in your mouth, you look up to his glasses with pleading eyes. You look an absolute mess like this. Drool dripping down your chin, mouth full, and tears welling in your eyes. Doffy pulls you back from him once more.

“You know what? I’ll allow it. I want you to touch yourself while I watch,” he says. He pulls you onto his massive bed, the cushy mattress sucking you in. The bed linen is so soft and inviting, it takes nothing for you to get comfortable. On your back, you slowly spread your legs for him to see. Every cell in your body is alight. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stroking your slit through your panties. They were fucking soaked, you just couldn’t help it. You swirl a finger over your clothed clit and release a whimper. You wish it was Doffy’s long thick fingers instead of your own. As you pinch your nipple with your other hand, your back arches.

“Take them off.”

Eagerly, you remove your thin panties and bra. Just like that you’re completely exposed. You look towards the large blond man in front of you, his sunglasses reflecting your naked body. A wave of embarrassment floods you, so you close your eyes. With your eyes closed and head back, you run your ring and middle fingers from your hole to your clit. Your little cunny is dripping, weeping, begging for more. The two fingers enter your achy hole, but they don’t provide the stretch you desire. You want to be stretched out, filled, and used. With your digits now fully soaked, you bring them back to your puffy clit. You circle the nerve bundle over and over until you feel an orgasm rapidly approaching. Your muscles begin to tense, your back arches further, and your pussy tightens. Doflamingo can tell you’re close.

“Enough,” he speaks. You make the mistake of ignoring him while trying to chase your high. A rough hand grips your wrist, pulling it away from your cunt. Your eyes snap open.

“I said enough,” Doflamingo states.

“But I was so close,” you whine. He chuckles.

“You cum when I say you cum. Besides, I want you to finish from my doing, not your own.”

With that, he slides his middle finger into you. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, both in thickness and length. You suck in a breath.

“Absolutely soaked,” Doffy mutters to himself. He feels his cock jump, needing to feel your slick. He adds his ring finger and the two digits work in tandem to send you over the edge. Curling them, spreading them, jutting them deep inside you, he brings you closer and closer to your bliss. You’re trying to hold it together, but the whimpers and moans keep escaping you. You definitely didn’t want anyone passing his door to hear you. It was bad enough that the wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room. When Doffy brings his thumb to your clit is when all hope is lost. A loud mewl releases from you at the overstimulation. It’s all so much, you just want to cum.

“D-doffy, pleasepleaseplease lemme cum fuck ‘m right there please!” you plead.

“Give it to me,” the man grits out. His dick feels like it’s going to explode, he’s never been so achingly hard before. Watching your orgasm wash over you, Doffy feels precum leak from his tip. Your pussy sucks his fingers in, squeezing them tightly. Your legs tremble and all the muscles in your body release their tension at long last. The most guttural moan flows out of you. A stream of curses and thank yous comes from you as you come down from your high. Without missing a beat, the large man flips you over on your tummy. He needed to be inside you immediately. You feel the bulbous head press against your entrance. Not wasting any time, you push yourself onto him. The stretch he gives you is sinfully sweet. A tight groan seeps from Doflamingo’s throat. He knew you’d be tight, but not this much. He takes his time pushing into you further, wanting to savor the feeling of your squishy walls surrounding each inch of him until bottoming out.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me cum. I know you can do it,” Doflamingo encourages. This was all you needed to start slapping your ass against him. He hits the deepest part of you, his tip kissing your cervix with every movement. The blond smacks your asscheek harshly. The sting sends goosebumps across your flesh. You glide yourself along his length, back and forth until you feel a second orgasm approach you. Doffy decides you aren’t moving fast enough for his liking, grasping your hips and pounding into you. His rough grip is bound to leave bruises, but it feels oh so heavenly. As your pussy flutters around him, Doffy feels himself approaching his orgasm. Your tight walls surround him, hot and inviting, he debates on pulling out.

Fuck it.

“I’m about to cum, you joining me or what?” he grunts out. At that, he spills his seed inside you, filling you to the brim and leaking out of you. The permission to cum added with the feeling of Doflamingo’s heavy load leaves you crumbling around him. Your muscles shake, your cunt has Doffy’s softening cock in a chokehold, almost squeezing him out. As you still tremble, he eases out of you gently and caresses your hips.

“Hey. You did good. Just uh, take it easy for a while,” your boss murmurs. You’re barely conscious at this point, so you don’t really register his words. Too worn out to move, you lay there on his oh so comfortable bed, dozing off to sleep.

“I hope you don’t think this was a one time thing, young lady. You’re part of the family now, I’m not letting you go.”

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo smut #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x y/n #doflamingo x yn #donquixote doflamingo x reader #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #kait's writes

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serpentasha · 8 months ago

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"This is- this is- feels great. Really. We make a great pair. That is to say, yeah, I’m great, you look great holding me. But it’s- it’s really great."

🥹

"You're screwed now – we're the good guys"

youtube

"Where are we going after this? I don't know about you, but I could murder for some sushi right now."

"Hey, what do you say we find a Hyperion constructor and get me out of this gun, huh? I’ll give you... I don’t… have… my wallet… on me… Alright, you know what, let’s just stick with the gun for now. We’ll go- we’ll put a pin in that."

"Bandits all over the universe, huh? Guess I was right."

"You have great taste in weapons, kiddo; I'll give you that."

"Ughh, just frickin’ do something already. Just because I’m digital doesn’t mean I can’t die of boredom."

"I'm having a murder party and you're super invited."

"You know I could just self destruct and kill us both anytime, right? I’m just kidding. It's just- ah, ah, I'm joking. You’re fine. Just- just make to the killing soon, huh."

"Yellow, it’s me, your gun. Super bored. Kill something."

"Man, I’m even a hot piece of ass as a gun! I mean, look at these bevels! Damn!"

"Hey, you know I heard a guy; he hates your favorite band. Are you just gonna take that? The nerve! Or do you want to go shove me into his chest and pull the trigger until he’s nuked? Do ya? Huh? Could be fun."

У нас есть 3 ИИ Джека.

1) убивашка из ТПС, созданная Накаямой на основе короткого интервью Джека.

2) ИИ из ТФТБ, явно улучшенная тем же Накаямой.

3) ИИ в Handsome Jackhammer, который, ну... Я знаю, о чем вы все подумали х) Хотя мне больше нравится фанон, что Рис поселил глаз в кофеварке.

Понятно, что это скорее просто отсылка веселая, но все равно сделано интересно. С пространством для... фантазий)

Everyone thinks they are the hero of their own story.

А сам ПП просто восторг. В бл3 вообще очень необычные дизайны оружия, такие, несколько громоздкие, с первого взгляда не сообразишь, где что, и очень цветастые.

#borderlands #handsome jack #tales from the borderlands #borderlands 3 #Youtube

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vyglitchcraft · 1 year ago

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Torturing The Lizard (18+)

MK1 Syzoth/Reptile x Masc!reader

Content: tickling, foot fetish, sexual torture, sub!Syzoth, dom!reader, Outworlder!reader, NSFW, dacryphilia/crying kink, begging, dubious consent, light BDSM, bondage, smut no plot, armpit fetish

Plot: Reader captured a sneaky reptiloid sneaking through their home

Requested by twitter mutual, wish to remain anonymous

Why am i doing this? Also request open (all kink allowed, this is my friend so i can judge, but i won't judge you)

You were watching the festival from your balcony, enjoying the sounds of the Shokans banging on their drums, the Centaurians and the clanks of their hooves as they march along to the music. "Hey come down! Let's hang out" one of your friends called from below but you shook your head, you didn't like being in a crowd, too many people made it hard to breathe.

You head back inside, shutting the doors behind you dramatically. Although something felt...strange, very strange, as if you're not alone. Your scrolls and notes flew around the room as a creature dashed through the mess, leaving you confused and disoriented. Stepping back slowly, your eyes quickly snapped onto any points of interest around the room.

You quickly shoved your bookshelf in front of the speeding beast, tripping it. Pushing your shelf back, you saw the Reptiloid being switching from a lizard-like form to a very handsome human one. He was dazed, hitting his head HARD on the shelf, his nose was bleeding aswell. You inspected him from head to toe and something caught your attention, those odd footwear of his exposing his toes. For a warrior, his feet were quite delicate, soft too.

Immediately, you had an idea on how to punish this thief. You dragged his unconscious body across the room and onto your bed, tying his arms and legs with some spare rope that you had. His arms above his head, his legs right on the end of the bed. He was tied to the bed frame.

And of course, his footwear, hood, and mask, were off. His face was very cute, not rough or too masculine, he looked pretty. His hair was short but soft, his expression was surprisingly calm. You rubbed his feet and was shocked at how smooth they were, his toes were beautiful and long, his feet had the perfect proportions. Rubbing his upper sole made him whine, his toes flexing. He was ticklish, very ticklish.

You moved up to his exposed armpits and ran your thumb over them, he jolted from the feeling, letting out quite moans. God even his pits were smooth. You just couldn't help yourself at this point, you licked your lips, knowing exactly what you'll do to him.

Waiting for the man to wake up didn't take long, only a couple of minutes and he was already fully awake, struggling against his binds. "What-who are you? What are you doing to me?!" He growled, struggling even more. "Well since you snuck into my house...i decided to punish you"

His eyes went wide as he panicked even more, shaking his head in denial "oh don't worry, i won't hurt you, no blood will be spilled here" a smirk formed across your lips. You grabbed his ankles and started to run your fingers over one of his feet, tickling him.

His toes curl and straighten, spreading and flexing. He tossed his head back, laughing profusely. "Wait no- ughh, ah haahahaha! Stop please i beg of you!" He shut his eyes, laughing even louder.

You looked down at him with a smug grin, tickling him even faster. "You're so cute like this..." You see him cry, his eyes tearing up from the feeling. He was losing his breath fast.

Moving in front of him, you placed his feet on your lap as you continued to caress his soft soles. "Gods! Oh please please stop! Too much- ahahahaha...i can't- ah i can't take it!" Tears started to flow onto his cheeks, his chin covered in acidic spit, you went even faster, going against his wishes.

Your attention moved to the very noticeable bulge on those baggy pants of his. You stopped the tickling and instead your hands went to the edge of his pants, pulling it down roughly. "Well...better than a human's at least" he wasn't too big but definitely above average, uncut and quite thick with a slight curve. It was practically leaking with pre cum. You traced a finger over the bulbous tip of his cock which made him jump, how sensitive.

"Not bad, not bad at all, bigger than mine but much more sensitive" he was twitching under your touch and you barely added any pressure. You wrapped your hand around the base and slowly pumped his cock, your grip wasn't tight at all but it was enough to cause him to whine and moan. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Precum now covering your fingers from the amount. "I-i i'm close..." He whispered out, panting as he did so.

You stopped as you heard this, letting him go completely which made him whine. "Why? Why must you tease me like this?" his cock was twitching even more, begging for your attention again. "Why don't you beg for it?" You grabbed onto his wrists, your face close to his. He kept shaking his head "this is embarrassing, i can't beg for something like that..." you chuckled hearing his excuse. "You already cried from getting your feet tickled, your shame is already worthless at this point, now beg"

Syzoth gulped, nodding nervously "p-please touch my cock again...sir" he whispered "louder" you told him "don't worry, no one is going to hear you, they're too busy enjoying the festival" Syzoth choked down his pride "please touch me again sir"

"Louder, not enough"

"Please touch me again sir!'

"Good enough" you rolled your eyes and wrapped your hand around his cock again. Your movements were torturously slow but it seems like it affected Syzoth just the same. Shaky breath, quiet whines, he was too sensitive to tell the difference. "I'm going to...- cum, please let me cum, please please...i'm so close" he begged. You hummed, pleased by his submission. You pressed your nose against his armpits, now laying down beside him as you pumped his cock slowly.

By the gods, he smelled divine. Outworld's weather making him sweat even with such light clothing. Like some sort of spice and a light musk. "You're a good boy, you know that?" You licked the sweat on his pits which made him gasped suddenly. His toes were rubbing against each other, curling up as he was close. A few more light touches and he arched his back from the bed, ropes of cum spraying onto his own pants and torso, covering your hand in his mess. Pressing the white liquid against your tongue, you tasted the sweeter notes it had, he was definitely eating good.

Sitting up and going off the bed, you untied the ropes on his wrists and ankles but you were disrupted "wait! Not yet, can we please go another round? Please sir...it felt...pleasant..." You smirked. Guess you're not going out any time soon

#syzoth #syzoth x reader #reptile mk #reptile mortal kombat #reptile x reader #mk1

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