#yA THINK THATS SAFE ??????????

[lecliss]

I think a 10yo just got attached to me in genshin and if this keeps up its gonna make me not wanna play cuz I don't wanna come off as mean if I have to tell her to give me some space, but I wanna play in peace ya know?

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆ Новое Mолоко 🐮🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: New Milk)

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ male! subtop! Francis Mosses / male! dombottom! Reader

☆ overstimulation if ya squint a lil, milking, breeding, dumbification, passing out, belly bulge (If your not into this, look away!! 👻👻)

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis (translated from google translate and research for needed accuracy, however, any form of critique or correction definetely is allowed!)

☆ short (I think???)

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

You and Francis had a thing. And, fuck, for a minimum wage worker who barely gets any kind of rest at all, he's fucking good at what he does. He's a big fan of milking. Not his job, no, he could rant about how shitty it can be despite not wanting to get a new one (A/N: so real) but he's a fan of milking. Just the other kind of milking.

The first tim you two had sex, he was pretty sheepish about it, yeah. He didn't know if you prefered topping or bottoming so he settled for a handjob. You did the same as well. Until you both got used to each other and realized that he was pretty flexible. He'd do whatever you'd want to do, whatever you had in store, as long as if it wasn't too much for either of you. He loves fucking but he surely isn't a sex devient. Somewhere in the middle. Pliant to whatever you to had planned. But recently, he may or may not have discovered a new kink. Somethig that made his legs flex and his stamina increase and the gooey, warm, and fuzzy gears in his head grind back to life to keep on going. The last time you two had sex, there was now no condom, and he was pounding you into the bed that you swore Isaack would definetely send a formally written complain, persuasive enough for the both of you to not have such intense, hot, steamy sex for the next few months, (He's a reporter after all, have to respect the man informing the people, and he definetely has a way with words).

Humming, groaning, a little against your neck. You swore it was like a kitten, as if he was purring in a way. You pulled his hair as per usual and with a louder grunt his dark brown eyes roll up just a slight and flutter, closing shut as he fills you to the brim with his warm baby batter. Shaking, sweating, and biting his lip when he just keeps on cumming until theres nothing more to give. Or is there?

What he didn't expect, was when you suddenly whispered in the midst of him balls deep inside you,

"Thats it... good boy, you fuckin slut... Cum in me, keep milkin' yourself f'me"

Ah shit, he swore something inside of him just snapped loose. With the way he shivered violently, and as your hand loosened on his sweaty brown hair he moves again. Oh how odd, after a few rounds, the last one being penetration, he's always so tired, opting to give you a handjob or finger you if you didnt get a taste of your climax but shit. If this wasn't hot then what was?!

When you had basically degraded him to milk his balls dry you didn't mean literally, but fuck. This was so appealing, that your little milk boy had his quirks.

You look down at yourself seeing the bulge appearing on your abdoment everytime he thrusts in and god does it make you feel dizzy. Your hard dick, leaking as well just begging to cum while Francis gasps and shudders a little more, oh he looks so dumb. Trying to do as he's told. To keep milking himself. Milking himself for you. Just for motherfucking you. It keeps fuzzy sparks inside of his brain that has him smiling and drooling against your chest.

"Awe, what an adorable little cow you are... Milking your-...yourself for me... Giving me every ounce of that sweet sweet milk of yours, hmm? You wanna give me your milk Francis? You wanna fucking cum in me again?"

He feels so lightheaded that he smiles dumbly at the idea and nods as if his head is too heavy, full of warm cream. Muttering several words in russian mixed in with english as he nods slowly, trembling as his cock, still hard and moving perfectly against every spot inside of you.

"Please please please К-Куколка please... fuck fuckk- let me cum... inside... inside... cum inside please please milk me- oh... П-Пожалуйста... З-...Золотце... Пожалуйста..."

The pathetic, brown haired man sobs. Pawing at your sides like an injured little puppy. Begging so prettily, who could deny those eyes of his? all teary and tired. Small blobs of salty water dripping down his eyebags which were now disappearing, thanks to yourself for keeping his sleep schedule normal again after years of nap malnutrition.

After a few more moments of Francis groaning so softly against your ear, you feel yourself about to cum too, and when you order it directly, he really does come undone. Panting like a dog in heat while nails dig against his back skin. All the while he buries himself deep inside of you once again and fills you up with a second load of his fluids that it's practically drooling out of your hole. You hiss as well, shutting your eyes with a shudder as your dick spurts out a thick white rope of cum, coating Francis' stomach and your chest. Fuck.

Francis pants, collapsing on you. You gently push him to the side and just watch him catch his breath. Eyes closed, skin warm and sweaty while he's still inside you. All soft. But its not uncomfortable. At least now, you definetely know how you can abuse this new found information with your lovely boyfriend.

[pure-oddity]

141 au (choose your fav member) where you buy a boyfriend, which is a joke amongst friends - until it isnt.

It's a ¼ scale figure of your favorite 141 boy. He wasn't cheap, but worth it for just how lifelike he looked(aside from being, ya know, small)

The second he's out the box, he's posed and set up for a photoshoot. The pictures being sent straight to the group chat.

'Oooooo your boyfriend finally flew in huh?'

'He just moved in, said he wanted to take it to the next level'

It makes you laugh, having been single for a while - you lean into it.

And really - he is a great boyfriend.

Doesn't ogle you when you get changed (you turn him around), takes interest in your hobbies (you talk at him endlessly and he never responds), he'd never cheat on you(safe and sound inside a glass case).

He's great. There's even a tiny more serious part of you that feels safer knowing hes keeping watch while you sleep. Like he's protecting you. It's a nice thought.

Until you bring someone home.

His names Rob, short for Robert, he explained. And he works in tech.

Rob is….decent. he's nice, really. Just maybe not as into you as you were him (initially, you've since lost most butterflies after the 3rd date). But with such a lacking love life, and the option of something stable and safe - you let him spend the night.

The hope is the sex makes up for the lack of initial connection. Based on how he kisses you think it'll be. Decent.

But at this point beggers can't be choosers. So you fully intended to let Rob have his way with you, making it as far as the living room -

Stopping only when your bedroom door creaks open. And a fully grown man steps out.

Rob is mouthing at your neck still, seemingly unaware that you've frozen in his arms - your eyes wide and staring at your doll seemingly come to life. Which I'd a crazy thought, but so is the idea that you're being burgled by a very accurate cosplayer.

You can't even begin to push him off and warn him before a familiar voice calls out.

"Y' home love? How was dinner, girls night you said?" His arms are crossed as he leans against the doorframe. Rob finally notices the shift in atmosphere,finally noticing and startling at the sight of a brick shithouse of a man.

"T-thought you were single? I, man I swear she said she was single"

"S'all right, im sure thats what she told you. But she's not, so why don't you head out-" he pauses, expression shifting from calm indifference to something dangerous. "before I feed you your teeth?"

Rob is gone in a blur. You've never seen someone move so fast, and quickly you're left alone with this stranger.

The air is tense for a few seconds, he doesn't break eye contact, content to stare from the doorway.

Your voice quivers, pleading and scared."…I don't know who you are but-"

he interrupts you with an amused huff, stalking closer with a smooth predatory prowl.

"Course you do love." He smiles, you can smell his cologne , there's a faint hint of smoke.

"I'm your boyfriend, 'member?"

[tension4mari]

I was wondering if you could do player 125 pls like anything my man’s has no ff pls if you can

The beginning is kinda slow!

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⚡︎Paring- Min-su x Fem!reader

⚡︎Summary- You and Min-su have been in a relationship for 3 years, deciding that you'll do whatever it takes to get rid of all your debt you inter into the squid games with Min-su. You both meet a girl named "Semi" and decides to hang out with her group. Little did you know you wouldn't be so safe there.

Warnings- Angst & cursing... That's it:0

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"What's your name?" the girl spoke, eyes strict with curiosity "Park Min-su" he said looking at her with his brown colored eyes "well, why'd come here anyway" And before he could speak a guy with purple hair walked up to her "Senorita, excuse me" She turned with furrowed brows.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"I want you to join our team." the purple haired guy spoke smiling at her. Semi turned her head to the guys beside him finally looking back at the guy in the middle "Uh. Why should I?" soon she spoke one of the guys beside her spoke "Don't you know who this is? The rap god, Thanos." He spoke staring at up then beginning to rap.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑The guy on his right spoke out "Hey, wait a minute. We don't know what we're playing. Picking a woman is-" He couldn't get his words out before Thanos pointed his finger out at the girl "Thanos the Great will protect you. Don't worry"

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Oh" she chuckles "Thanos, huh?" she plays with her lip a little. "So, you managed to collect all of the Infinity Stones?" She says looking him up and down "Of course" The boy said throwing his arm up and down "Ill destroy anybody who dares stand in my way of greatness!" He declares telling her to stick with him "Yeah, so about that" She looks at the three guys "I was already talking to someone else and-" "No problem" "Who is it" Semi blinks at the guys and steps to reveal Min-su.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑He looks up at them nervously "What's your name?" Thanos nodded at him "Uh, I'm Min-su. But I have someone with m-" Thanos cuts him off "What's up? Nice to meet you, my brother" "Welcome to the Thanos world" He goes to grab Thanos had, shaking it "Uh...oh" "You're cute, come on"

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Just as him and his crew were about to walk away you come up and grab Min-su shoulders. "Hey! where ya going?" nervously laughing at him you say. The group already walked off and now it's just you too. "Oh. some guys invited me to his group-" "What." you say staring at him in disbelief "I thought you and I were going to stick together? Especially after that last game we played!" "Right... But I can't just leave their group now!" "Thats dirty" he stated. "Dirty? What's dirty is you leaving your girlfriend to fend for herself all alone! What the hell has gotten into you Min-su!" "Nothing has gotten into me- Look. Just find another team and well see each other later. Ok?" "Whatever" You scoffed turning on your heels not turning back to look at him

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Lucky for you, you found a team just in time for game. He must of not known how easily you life could be taken from these stupid games! It made you feel like he didn't care what would've happened to you. "Tch, I don't need him. I can handle my own" you mumble under your breathe.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Soon enough you saw a group of men and a girl sitting together. Deciding you have had enough of talking to yourself you walked up to interduce yourself to them?

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Hey? excuse me. Do you guys think i can sit with you all?" You spoke softly not wanting to alarm them "Sure, why not! sit down. We Aren't any harm. 390 spoke.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑You ended up really bonding with them and getting to know their names. Soon enough it was time to put votes in, whether not to stay or leave. Both you and Min-su voted to leave after the first game. Now you were beside Min-su somehow as you see a guy look back at him approaching.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"You better not fuck this up. he said with folded arms. "huh?' " hmm." The guy fumbles with Min-su jacket "This." "Like we agreed. We do one more, and then get out. Right?" He stared at him "Uh huh" Min-su said nodding his head violently "What the fuck?" you said whispered.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑You scoot closer towards Min-su "Are you seriously going to let that jerk tell you want to do?" You ask Min-su "Um.. Don't worry about it." he says looking away from you with his head down "What do you mean 'don't worry about it' Min-su you promised that well get out of here alive! Together." You say hoping he'll not chose the right thing. "Min-su." He looks at you "Yeah?" "Please. For me, chose the right thing"

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"I-I can't..." he says amongst his voice. "How stupid are you?!" You whisper shout "I want to leave this place- i don't think i can stay anymore longer.." he looks at you for a moment before turing his head 'I cant."

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Your turn to vote was about to happen but one of the guys Min-su were hanging out with called you over. You hesitantly walked over to him "Who are you? Do you and that guy know each other?" he said while pointing to your boyfriend

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Um yea... He's, my boyfriend." you answered ""Holy shit?!" he said in shock "Who would've known he had that in him??" he said elbowing His friend Thanos

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑ "Hey.. Why'd say dumping him and getting with me?" he says with much confident "Tch.' you scoff "As if" You turn to Min-su hoping he would say something about the guy hitting on you. You raise your eyebrows staring at him ".."

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"ugh!" you grumble, before you could speak Nam-Gyu look at your jacket "Hm?' he comes closer to you grabbing your jacket and looking at the X on your chest "What's this?" he says Holding onto your jacket even harder. "Let go of me you werido!" you turn once again looking at Min-su hoping he'll at least say something

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑He just stares at you. Looking dumbfounded. Nam-Gyu looks at Min-su then back at you "Wow dude, you're not gonna stand up for your bitch?" he says laughing "Excuse me?" you say offend "Let me the hell go! or I'm going to beat your ass!" you say pushing him off of you

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑"Yeah? How are you going to do that?" he says getting all in your face. You managed to get him off of you. Making sure you stayed your distance from him entirely.

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Before you leave you look at Min-su "Whatever we had. Its over." you say leaving him alone for good. He stares at your retreating figure not daring to speak a word.

Hope you liked it 😿

[carbonfiction]

the logan holding you to sleep reblog made me melt bc i’m sick rn and my whole body’s aching so i can’t sleep at all and i’m just thinking of him or frank being super duper pooper gentle and rubbing my hips that are in searing pain and cooing at me or holding my head closer when i make a pained noise 🐳 and my pussy is tender and fucking hurts too help 🥲

Pleeeeaaaaase 🐳nonnie!!! Being sick is so fucking sucky and i hope you feel better soon<3 i send so many lo and frankie hugs, plus heres a lil something bc goood, now im thinking about the way they would both take care of you when you were sick!!

Soothing Sickness, thought's w Logan and Frank! <3

Warnings?: mostly fluffy, mentions of medicine and such, a tinnnnnny smige of smut also- just some soft, fairly undescript, over the pants stuff! <3 masterlist

So, personally I feel like Logan would be much more.. Not quite anxious? But definitely a have that sort of disposition? Especially if you didnt have healing powers/weren't a fellow mutant.

He'd hover by the bed, by the couch, the door- anywhere you are. Half because it puts his mind at ease slightly to know where and how you are at all times, and half so if you need help at all; a drink, a snack, another blanket, literally just staggering to the bathroom, He is there and ready!!

Logan is the best at keeping you distracted too- in fact he will even bargain with you to stay in bed. "Nah cmon baby, gotta stay n' rest, ain't gonna feel better if you're staggerin about for everyone" and he does a have a point.. But perhaps you feel guilty about being stuck still in bed, like its not fair on those around you for you to be so inconvenient. Which is complete rubbish So logan breaks out the big guns.. Well.. books.

"How bout this, you stay in bed n' I'll stay.. Read you whatever you want. Hell, ill think about throwin in some cuddles if your good" with a stupid little smirk bc he knows hes got you- knows you will never turn down a cuddle with him no matter how bad you feel (you'd admitted something about feeling special that he feels safe enough with you to indulge in physical contact a while back and he swears it healed something inside him) or the soothing rumble of his voice. Those big hands of his rubbing over your skin, trying to ease the physical aches your body is feeling.

And if you began to get squirmy? A little warm and a little needy from having been enveloped by his scent for so long.. Well, he's gonna take care of that too. "What's the matter, not feelin sick are ya?" instead youd shake your head slowly, a soft sniffle filling his ears. "hurts.. " and the poor guy would practically be sniffling out whats wrong with you like an alert dog, checking everything until you all but tug his arm down beneath the sheets with a tiny whimper of struggle. "Whatcha doin with my- oh.. Oh i get it.. Poor babys all achey down there too? You need me to make it better honey 's that it?" logan would murmer, feeling over the soft fabric of both your panties and sleepwear. You'd stop him as he shifted to move them, to gather direct contact, instead putting his paw like hand back over the layers. "Hurts.. But sensitive.."

With a kiss pressed to your head in understanding hes rubbing slow circles on your clit over your clothes, providing just enough friction to build pleasure in your gut. Warm and fuzzy headed he guides you to orgasm, gasping softly into his neck. "Thats my girl, my pretty baby, did go good f''me. I know.. I know thats better huh?" as you you begin to drift off against him. Thoroughly taken care of.

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Whereas our Frankie is a little more.. Prepared? Perhaps even clinical in a way. Every few hours hes plying you with medicine and warm tea for your throat, something like honey/lemon or camomile when he sees the way you refuse to sleep in favor of trying to push through.

"Aint gotta be doin laundry right now sweetheart, should be in bed." rumbled low beside your ear as he leans down, grasping a half folded shirt from your hands- too tired to protest physically.

"Gotta get it done frankie.." you try, only to hear him sigh- feel the weight of his hands begining to massage at your aching shoudlers. You stop and revel in the feeling for a moment, grumbling at the lick of pain that comes with the knots rubbed free.

Moments later you blink, trying to comprehend the fact your now off your feet and in franks arms- those hands now supporting your thighs as he carries you from the pile of laundry to the couch. Depositing you with a soft oomph! as he moves to grab at the blanket across the back.

Once sufficiently swaddled with it hes padding to the kitchen, coming back with tea; camomile if you had to guess despite not really being able to taste or smell it, and a few flu pills. Ready to get you comfortable for a nap so he can go finish the laundry you'd been trying to achive.

Except, frank doesn't get that far.

"Don' go.." he hears you sniffle pitifully, a soft hand grabbing at his forearm as he tries to walk away. Your expression filled with exhaustion that tugs at Frank's heart.

"Thought you wanted the laundry done sweetheart?"

"Mhm..Later" youd grumble, tugging again at him. "please.." The plea tugs at his heartstrings, sad and sniffley. Your eyes, filled with a sense of vulnerability, drooping the longer you peer up at him.

Frank sighs, resolve crumbling almost instantly as he sits himself down. "Alright, alright, my girl needs me huh?" you nod and his lips twitch into something like a smile. Large body open wide as he shifts to lie back against the arm of the couch. you begin to crawl your blanketed form ontop of his chest, legs between his. "Yeah, you come cuddle on up, atta girl, get all comfy"

You remain like that for a while, grumbling soft, contented sounds as his hands rub at your sore body. Shoudlers, lower back, your hips, massaged with gentle yet firm enough intent for him to think you fallen asleep if the soft puffs of your breath ment anything.

That is, until he feels you begin to rock over his sweatpant clad thigh. A broken, near Inauble sound pressing into his neck. The hands soothing over your sore hips drift up to sit at your waist with a careful squeeze. "Hey.. Hey sweetheart, whatcha doin there huh? Suposed to be nappin"

But your soft movements dont stop, the slow gentle rocks catching your core just right to feel good in your sleepy state. "Need.. Jus' wanna feel good.. Please.." you murmer into his skin, head not even lifting from the crook of his neck where you huff.

A thousand thoughts go through franks mind, most how he should stop you and get you resting. How he should be soothing you to sleep instead. But the broken, pitiful sounds you let out besides his ear makes Frank think otherwise.

So, as he always does when it comes to you, he gives in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You got me sweetheart, not goin anywhere. Alright, shhh, i know. you hump away yeah? Hump that nasty feelin away sweetheart. Do whatcha need"

And you do, guided by his hands on your waist and the growing heat in your fluttering tummy. You hump at his leg in soft rocks until your own legs tremble and lips part in a quiet gasp. Shattering with a fuzzy mind and a throbbing clit.

"Oh there you go.. There it is.. Atta girl." frank coos, lips still pressing kisses to your skin as you grip him tightly. A large hand slipping to rub up and down you back soothingly. "Feelin a lil better now?"

Theres a soft mumble at fills his ears in response , arms nice and tight around you as you snuggle further into his chest. Eyes finally fluttering shut as the combination of your orgasm, the tea and medication kick in. "Yeah.. You take that nap while your all nice n' fuzzy. I gotcha."

Sigh.. Sigh i need them guys. I need them so fucking bad its not even funny.

[brain-deadx0]

(Got a brain worm that I had to write. No plans to continue so feel free to take for yourself)

Batman was responding to reports of Harley Quinn running around Gotham. Joker had been put back in Arkham several months ago so there was a chance she was making a move to set him free again.

But apparently Harley was expecting him.

"Well finally! You sure know how to keep a gal waiting Batsy. Ive been running around all night waitin for ya."

When Harley turned to face him his eyes were immediately drawn to her stomach.

"You're pregnant..."

"Yeesh your manners are bad ya cant just say that!" Harley rolled her eyes before pausing with a sigh and a serious look that almost seemed out of place on her, "But yeah... I am."

"Joker?" Batman asked softly.

Harley nodded, "Thats why I was runnin around tonight. Wanted to get your attention." She looked down before continuing, "I was in denial about it at first. I was always careful with that birth control stuff ya know? And I didn't want it to be real. Before I knew it it was too late to... you know... but. But I dont think I coulda anyway. I know its selfish but I love em too much already. Thats why I need your help."

"I'll help in anyway I can." Batman told her, "I can set up a place for the two of you where Joker won't find you."

Harley shook her head, "No can do Batsy. Mista J wouldn't let me go that easy. Specially if he knows about my little puddin. And if I'm honest I love him too much to leave too.

"I need someplace to have 'im that won't tell. And... I want you to look out for him. Not like, take 'im in or nothing. If I see my baby runnin around as one of your birds in ten years I'll let you have it-" She sighed, "But find someplace away from Gotham and all this. I don't want this for my little puddin. I don't want him to turn out like me or Joker and his best chance is someplace else.

"Please Batman."

-

Bruce kept his promise to Harley. She gave birth in secret and Daniel was taken to the other side of the country to be left at a firestation with nothing but his name and a note from Harley saying she loved him.

When Daniel was adopted Bruce ran a background check on his new parents. Inventors who seemed to be researching some sort of renewable energy and already had a child. Seemed safe enough.

He checked the area when they moved to a small town in Illinois and it seemed safe enough even with the likely tourist trap of "most haunted town in America"

Daniel, or Danny as he seemed to prefer, got decent grades and had a few close friends. His grades dropped suddenly for a time but eventually they returned to their previous state so he didn't worry too much.

But when the boy applied to and was accepted into Gotham U, Bruce started to worry.

They had left Danny as far away from Gotham as possible. So what were the chances he should return?

[pearlsinoystersflesh]

STALKER CAIT PART TWOOOO?????? :D PUHHHLEASSSEEEE

Forever's Gonna Start Tonight.

caitlyn x reader

this is part two of 'but for not a protector' (finally)

warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, no smut, disgusting makeout sesh though and description of sexual behaviour

you dim all the lights. really, you didn't think anyone was there. but there was a sudden knock, and how could you deny that? better to be safe than sorry.

you crouch. you listen intently. another knock rippling through the air causes you to flinch, audibly gasping. the knocking stops right at the noise, as if they now knew you were in there. you curse.

you stand, grabbing your buzzing phone.

"heard 'ya."

your body stills. hey, you had a back door into the hall. you could escape, right? so why weren't you doing it? your phone buzzes again, snapping you out of it

"don't mean to scare 'ya. just open the door."

you look up. the knocking had stopped. had they left? you raise, looking through the peephole. and once the person on the other side sees your shadow cover the hollowness of it, knows that you're looking through it at her, she bangs. she kicks. and fuck, shitty apartment wood.

you run back, knowing the door didn't have that kind of durability. and through your restless steps, you head the door swing open. you hear her hard voice.

"i already said im not here to scare you."

you stop. that woman- fuck, that woman! you fucking knew that woman!

a couple nights ago you had dropped your wallet, and it had been returned by a fairly nice woman, all alone. you were grateful, and you kept on seeing her so frequently you grew to know each other. you weren't friends, but you knew each others names and routes back. you two were friendly. and oh, the way you looked at her made it painfully obvious. you were captivated by her. but how could you not? her hair, her eyes adorning her perfectly sculpted face, her body that you could only imagine naked- the gods took their sweet time. she almost thought of mocking you for it, for how obvious it was. but she felt the same, and she wasn't a hypocrite.

you turn. 'caitlyn?'

the fear melts off your face. she was stupid, probably playing some dumb trick, texting you from a different number.

"you scared-"

"i already told you i didn't mean to" she sounds almost angry as she cuts you off. but that wasn't all- she steps to you, grabbing your jaw. she was angry- you thought she was just some woman you knew, just like all the rest. no. she wasn't like all the rest. she was all you fucking needed. why couldn't you see that? stupid girl.

she presses her lips to you, harsh, demanding, but done in a kind of careful manner, sure to not hurt or scare you further. you kiss her back so fast she chuckles. without breaking the kiss, she walks you two back, so you sit on the couch and she straddles you, your hands gripping desperately at her hips to stabilize yourself.

both of you are all tounge- working fast, moaning into each others mouth, feeling the satisfying graze of her tounge against yours. she soaks the fuck out of her panties and onto your robe in a way thats visible. she's eating at you and your slurping at her, trying to drink her dry of the saliva that nourishes her. she holds your face, holding you still, holding you down. she's practically lapping at you, kneading at your shoulders like their is something she's trying to take back. she pushes her hips deeper onto your thigh, not for her pleasure, but so you feel what you're doing to her, feel how wet she is under the clothes you undressed her from in your head. and here she was, in your arms.

thank the gods you dropped your wallet.

[gamblersdoll]

language barrier, pussy eating, part 2!

katsuki still didnt understand what was so important about him speaking japanese, it was just that important to you, and many others apparently.

just one day, hes yelling at his mother about his personal life, going from english to japanese in the matter minutes. and it sounded delightful, his voice deepened when he switches over, adams apple bobbing when he spoke.

it made your clit jump, his voice was already deep, but him speaking his native tongue was deeper.

it got him thinking, hoe much could he make you do if he did exactly what you wanted?

“you want’ta try something, ma’? “ he asked, a hand on your thigh and fingers creeping to the middle. your trigger, you look up to him with already becoming lusted eyes. “yeah, ya do..” he mumbles, a deep kiss he brings you in. his hand goes to your hip, grabbing a handful. “so much i wanna do to you, pretty..”

you moan in his mouth, trying to gasp for air, but he sucks it away from you immediately. “kat—“ you whimper, feeling him lie you down on your back, “so hot in here..please—“

“shh, shh.” he hushes you, pulling your shirt just enough over your breasts. “they’re sensitive today, ha?” he asks, softly suckling at the sensitive bud.

“mhh!” you bite your lip to keep your moans in. “yes!”

he chuckles, palming his hard on through his sweats. “take these off, mamas.” he unbuttoned your jeans, watching you shimmy out of them. “thats my girl.” he praises , seeing you melt even more in the couch.

you wanted to hide, because something got him in the mood, and you know you arent safe.

“kono neko o ichi nichi jū matte imashita.” he growls, there it is. he watches you squirm, he getting low and comfortable on the couch between your precious thighs. “kanojo wa mō watashi no tame ni totemo nurete imasu.” he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your clit.

“katsuki—“ you squeal, fingers entwined in his hair and gripping. “you know i cant understand—“ you moan, eyes rolling when he softly suckles at your folds. “please.”

“sore wa zan’nen da..” he mumbles, letting his mouth hang a little and letting the pool of spit dribble onto your clit. its hot, feeling the fluid drip to your folds and slightly spill inside you. “anata wa kore ga hoshikatta node, sore o totte kudasai.” he looks up at you through your folds, his warmer tongue pushing through the rings of muscle and exploring your creamy walls— his fingers digging into your thighs to support them up. “kore wa watashi no asoko desu yo ne?”

you pitifully cry softly, feeling two fingers easily slip inside. “katkatkat!” you whine, hearing his giggles. he slaps your thigh, that was his first warning to look at him. you finally open your eyes, and meet his ruby eyes staring right at you. “i dont..”

“orokana on’nanoko..anata wa kore ga hoshikatta.” he rolls his eyes, a smirk and his teeth softly nibble at your clit. “sore wa watashi no on’nanoko desu.” he snickers, flicking his tongue at your clit while he pumps two of his fingers in and out of your velvety walls.

he would be the death of you.

“you enjoy yerself, stupid?” he asked while putting his shirt on. a few bite marks here and there, more scratches along the muscles of his back. “helloooo?”

“give me a minute, throat clogger…” you mumble, out of breath and hearing him give a hearty laugh.

[mrs-monaghan]

https://x.com/jeonjtiddiez/status/1864011395487912003

Apparently bam scratched his body

So very true😅

Thats Bam for ya 😂😂😂😂

So a friend sent me these

So I went hunting for these

Those nails can do some damage my dude 😂😂😂 We can safely say Jimin doesn't finger JK that often but moving on swiftly... 😌

It's even more clear in this gif I saw on this post

Oh,

My God!!!!!!

Let's just take a seat here for a second coz, 🪑 JK, got the good good 👉🏽👌🏽 and mans couldn't wait till he was done catching his breath to come on camera???? Couldn't wait till the evidence subsided before standing that close to the fucking camera??? Chiiiiiiiild!!!!!!

Listen, by now, the fact that JK sees everything should NOT be debatable. And even if its not literally everything, he's seen the popular shit. And analyses are popular my guy. Some with a milli views even. Or hundreds of thousands so at the very least he knows we analyse Jikook like hell. And then he just comes and-

Mr "wax my legs when going to see JK" was on a mission to get some. And he got some goooood.

🤭🤭🤭 people really out here thinking Jikookers are delulu. If that's the case then explain JK's nipple????

A friend of mine who's so good at clocking this kind of stuff pointed this out and immediately I was like; Daaaaaaamn!! Mimi did NOT come to play. That nipple got sucked like there was no tomorrow 🤭

Between the waxing and how happy JK was when Jimin arrived

(Tbf he always is but work with me here) and JK coming on camera to spill the tea without spilling the tea, something tells me they hadn't seen eo in a minute..

Damn JK, we know y'all fuck, you really didn't have to make us go there. Damn.

This post and this one go hand in hand

[hinatsu]

satoru refuses to believe it. he wont. who could hate dirty talk? nobody of course!

— that was what he’d thought before you yourself had confessed to your strong dislike for it.

“but why? i thought you loved it!” hes so pouty, and definitely in denial. “dunno, toru.. it’s just.. cringe?” yeah. that does it for him. definitely. from that moment on, he swore that he’d get you to love dirty talk, he himself would make sure of it.

he started by slowly conditioning it onto you. aww, you text him that you’d finished your assignment after days of procrastination? he’d call you just to let you know that you’re “such a good fuckin’ girl” and that hes “so proud of you baby”.

so fucked out on his cock that you cant even fucking think? you bet hes whispering the nastiest shit in your ears. “ya really gonna come again? hm? gonna make a mess all over my dick?” “fuck, thats right, suckin’ me in like the whore you are, this pussy was made me for wasnt it?” and god, how you dumbly nod your head with the smallest ‘yea’

and when it gets so good that you finally, finally start playing along. “fuck your pussy daddy! m,make me yours, all yours!”

you don’t even register the words that come out of your mouth, just babbling whatever shit that made its way to the tippy top of your dumb pleasure filled brain

safe to say a couple weeks after that silly statement of urs gojo definitely did get you addicted to dirty talk.

[orikixx]

cw: 2.2k words, fem!reader, eventual smut, not proofread

bodyguard!Toji who's a cold, dangerous, untouchable man. his whole entire life he's only seen bullcrap, and he's so done dealing with it. he decided to take matters into his own hands, making himself feel better about his shitty life by protecting others' lives.

bodyguard!Toji is used to working with every type of people. spoiled nepo baby who clearly has a crush on him? check, and you can be sure he'd flirt back. some clueless airheads almost getting themselves killed, obviously. stubborn ceos' kids, even government assets.

bodyguard!Toji who's taken aback when his handler, shiu, shows him a picture of you. for the first time in his entire life, he considers turning down a job offer. he's seen plenty of women, sure, but he's never seen someone as captivating, genuinely stunning as you. his reaction earns him a snicker from shiu, as the man sighs. toji knows he needs the money. never choosing the right boat to bet on, he could definitely use it.

bodyguard!Toji reluctantly accepts the offer, yet he's in his own head as shiu gives him the details. he knows he shouldn't have accepted it. why would he knowingly risk your life like that, when he's aware he won't be able to resist you? hell, he can't even focus on shiu's explanation, your stunning face lingring in his mind, suffocating every other thought. sure, he's been with plenty of women before, and heaven knows that if he wants to, he can have multiple ladies a night. he still does sometimes, but its never anyone he’s attached to. he makes sure they have fun too, ever the gentleman, but thats it for him, pretty much a pump and dump.

bodyguard!Toji who sees you the next day, and thinks he might have to quit. maybe he hasn't truly worked with all kinds of people. the man stands still as you open the door to your house, inviting him in. no client has ever extanded him the opportunity to enter their home, the one safe space a bodyguard usually won't be in. he walks in, keeping his cool as he eyes you up and down. your figure shows behind your flimsy pjs, and he's eating it up as you try introducing yourself to him.

"um, is everything okay mr fushiguro? you look distracted.."

"all good doll. what were ya saying?"

bodyguard!Toji continues ogling you as you keep on rambling, your voice eventually dying when you notice where he holds his gaze.

"oh gosh, I'm so sorry! let me go change, I'll be back in a second!"

he hears the panic in your voice and smirks, watching you run off to your room. he uses the free time to wander around your apartment, his gaze skimming over every little detail he can take in. fuck, as if your cute pjs weren't enough, your place is filled with scented candles, decorated polaroids and an insane amount of pastel colored throw pillows.

bodyguard!Toji mentally curses himself when you return in an oversized hoodie and jeans, reminding himself he's got a job to do, one that he's paid very well for. he manages to somewhat focus this time, listening as you tell him about how your dad thought you needed a bodyguard since his own dangerous job, so here you guys are.

bodyguard!Toji manages to pass the first few week just fine. he usually guards you from mornings to late afternoons, so he spends the majority of his days with you. not that he minds having a beautiful woman to stare at, but there's something else he finds interesting about you. despite your dad's buisness, you seem far too delicate and somewhat unserious. he's not calling you dumb, you certeinly are a clever woman, it simply took him by surprise. toji's eventually grown accostumed to you, and dare he say, even started enjoying your company.

bodyguard!Toji can't wait for the day to end already. you didn't give him too hard of a challange, you guys merely wandered throughout the mall for some hours, yet he can barely hold himself back when you enter a lingerie shop, pleading him to stay outside. toji almost flushes, before shaking his head.

"ya know I can't do that, promise I won't peep."

you sigh and dramatically stop inside, the tall man walking with some distance, as sadly he's got enough self control to try respecting your privacy. he's standing there, feeling like some kind of pervert. honestly, he might be one, since he's currently using all his willpower to not follow you towards the fitting rooms.

bodyguard!Toji is a simple man, so when you leave the shopping bag outside of the fitting rooms, he can't help himself but peep into it, making a mental note of the cute bras you took, of course all of them had bows and gems, and a crotchless thong you tried burying under the pile. toji can feel himself going mad at the thought of you wearing them, his pants already growing tighter. who are you even buying them for? you never mentioned anything about a boyfriend, and that made him happy among the weird feelings it brought up.

bodyguard!Toji who acts all nonchallant when you come out of the fitting room, hastily shoving a few more items into your bag before running off to pay. he hopes he managed to play it off well enough that you won't notice the tent in his pants, as he tries thinking of anything else to calm himself down.

bodyguard!Toji who's rushing to your place one night, as your dad alerted him of a potential threat to you, following some unsuccessful buisness meeting. he knows he should be somewhat nervous, you're his client, after all, but sweat lingers at his brow, he feels his guts knotting with fear, and its all too much. he knocks on your door once, twice, louder when you won't answer. his emotions quickly get the best of him and he forces his way into your apartment, immediately assuming the worst has happened.

bodyguard!Toji doesn't spot you anywhere as he quickly scans the kitchen and living room, getting more and more nervous by the second. what if he's lost a client? the dreaded occasion has only occured once, with no intention of repeat, especially if it was you who he was losing. toji hears the faintest noise, so he proceeds deeper into your small apartment, the noise only getting stronger.

bodyguard!Toji eventually spots the source- your bedroom. he sighs with relief, before realizing he's hearing groans and whimpers. what if someone's in there with you? what if they caught you in the bedroom, and are torturing you for information? toji bursts inside without a second thought, knocking the door wide open with his strong shoulder.

"f-fuck, so close, toji please!"

and toji knows he's screwed.

bodyguard!Toji simply stands there, dumbfounded for a short moment as he watches you scramble up the bed, covering yourself with the fluffy blanket. you're breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, and, well... fingers sticky.

"fuck doll, didn't know you had it in ya."

"get out toji! what the hell are you doing here?"

"there was a threat alert from your father, but now I see we have crucial business to attand to."

bodyguard!Toji smirks as he watches your expression go blank, all thoughts disappearing from your mind.

"do you... what?"

it's barely a whisper, and he can see a glimer of hope in your eyes, making him falter. he slowly inches closer, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

"I'm serious ma, with the way you were moaning my name I bet you wouldn't mind some help."

you bury your face in your hands, groaning loudly, yet nodding.

"gonna need you to say it, ma."

and with a sigh, you do.

"could you... help me, toji? please?"

bodyguard!Toji pounces on you as if he's never touched a woman before, pulling your hands off your face before finally kissing you. it's hungry and needy, something you wouldn't have expected from toji, your own guard. he greedily bites on your lower lip, forcing your mouth open as he hovers on top of you. you're moaning into the kiss, feeling his hands travel down to your bare legs, skilled fingers getting closer and closer to your core.

bodyguard!Toji who gently forces your thighs open, rough fingers almost tickling your soft skin. he breaks off the kiss, panting, before crawling down the bed, now eye to eye with your gooey cunt.

"don't just stare, it's emba-"

"keep it down doll, wanna appreciate her."

you flush, too weirded out by the situation that you fantasized about countless times to even look toji in the eye as his mouth latches onto your clit. toji takes the neglected bud into his mouth, sucking harshly as your thighs squeeze his head. he groans, relishing in your taste as he feels himself getting harder by the second. he continues sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking it with his hot tongue as your fingerss grab his fine, black strands. your moans fill the small room, only fueling toji on.

bodyguard!Toji quickly slips a finger inside of you, groaning at the feeling of your velvety, slick walls around him. you're so tight, and he's only one finger in, fuck how small are your fingers? will you even be able to handle his dick? toji pushes these thoughts aside, focusing on the way you squirm, eyes squeezed shut as his finger pumps faster inside of you. the man almost chuckles, pushing a second thick, experienced finger inside you, scissoring them both and thrusting into your g spot.

You almost scream his name, thighs quivering, and he’s abusing your spot until you're gushing all over him, creamy liquid clinging onto his fingers as he pulls them out of your already sore cunt.

bodyguard!Toji experately licks his fingers clean, closing his eyes and savoring the taste of your sweet nectar, letting you catch your breath for a second. once he's had enough, he looks back at your fucked up face.

"youv'e had enough, doll?"

your stare trails down to his erection, the sheer size of the tent in his pants frightening you. you shake your head, and toji follows your gaze, chuckling to himself.

"you know you gotta say it for me, ma."

"can you just fuck me toji? for the love of god I might die if you don't.."

you almost mumble that, but it's more than enough for the embarrassingly desperate man.

bodyguard!Toji quickly gets rid of his jeans and boxers, which are already decorated with a small spot of precum. he spits once onto his hard shaft, strechy globes landing on his bright pink tip. he strokes up and down, shivering as he looks at you. you're all spread out on the bed, cum still leaking out of your cunt, yet you look up at him with so much adoration. he leans in, landing a soft kiss onto your forehead, surprising you. you smile, only momentarily, because the moment he pushes his fat tip into your tight cunt you feel the worst stretch of your life.

"go slower, fuck it hurts so bad already!"

toji hums, thumb coming up to circle your clit in an attempt to calm you down.

"it's gonna be okay ma, just relax and let me do all the work."

bodyguard!Toji eventually manages to push his entire length into you, mushroom tip bullying your cervix as he pumps in and out, hips snapping onto yours in god-like speed. your nails rake down his back, pushing him closer, deeper into you, and he moans at the feeling. one of his hands comes down to trace your cheek, and he studies your face, mouth wide open, drooling, and eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. "such a good girl for me, can feel you clenching baby." toji decides to be a good man for once, bringing his hand back to your clit, rubbing tight circles onto it. you clench so hard around him, and toji thinks he wont be able to pull out with the grip you've got him in.

"inside.. p-please? ah!"

yeah, he's so fucking screwed.

bodyguard!Toji cums so hard, the hardest he ever has, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. feeling his sticky load filling you up even more is enough to tip you off the edge once again, slick walls clenching around his dick. you breath heavily, wrapping your arms around toji's neck as he almost collapses on top of you.

"that was... that was insane, toji."

"yeah? you liked it ma?"

toji knows it was a pointless question, you nod as he scans the mess you two have left all over your soft sheets. he gently pulls out, almost smirking when you whine at the loss of his warmth. he helps you clean up, gently trailing his hands all over your soft body. you simply lay there, too exahusted to move as your own bodyguard cleans you off. you look up, your mind wondering with a small pout.

bodyguard!Toji notices, of course, he's learnt to notice everything about you since you've met.

"everything okay, doll?"

"tomorrow, will we just be.. in business settings again?"

toji hears the undertone of hurt in your voice, already expecting the worst outcome.

"well.. it's gonna be complicated, but if you're willing to try anything more, count me the fuck in. especially with this tight pu-"

"toji!"

bodyguard!Toji is helping you get in bed, tucking the blanket for you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, y/n."

"cya tomorrow, mr fushiguro!"

you're definitely the weirdest client he's ever had, but he loves it.

a/n: OH MY GOSH😭 ugh ik this is super rushed but I wanted to use my day off to at least try writing something, so here it is lol. Hope it’s not too bad and you guys like it💕

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

Goin’ Somewhere?

-C.S

Synopsis: You go to the airport, to catch a flight back to your hometown. However, you get stopped by airport security, and they have to take you in one of the private rooms, to ‘search you’.

Pairing: Airport Security Guard!Dom!Chris X Sub!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected p in v, degradation kink, semi-public sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving), tit fucking, pussy slapping, choking, ROUGH sex, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, pet names (ma, mamas, baby, darling, sweetheart, ext.), foul language, missing your flight, usage of Y/N (its inevitable im sorry.), small mention of anxiety, i think thats all!

{2ND PERSON POV.}

“Okay, empty your pockets, place everything— including your shoes— in this bin.” A shorter female demands sweetly, letting everyone know that she means business, but wasn’t trying to frighten anyone.

You nod, taking everything, your wallet, phone, headphones, and even your chapstick out of your pockets, placing them in one of the small grey bins beside you. You then bend over to slip your shoes off, but your ass accidentally hits someone behind you.

You immediately throw your shoes in the bin, and turn to apologize to the person you literally just pushed your ass onto, and you came face-to-face with a tall male, who was wearing the same uniform the woman was, indicating that he was also an airport security guy. He was handsome- you wouldn’t deny that. His bright blue eyes, chiseled jawline and cheekbones, perfect nose, his shortish brown hair. This man was fine, and you knew it.

“I’m so sorry,” You apologize. “I didn’t mean to do that-“ You ramble, but the man chuckled, and placed his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, but the action sent butterflies through your stomach.

“You’re all good, sweetheart. I know ya didn’t mean to.” He nods, flashing you a bright smile. Sweetheart. A pet name should not have made your heart flutter as much as it did. “Now, turn around f’me, and walk right on through that.” The boy stated, and you nodded.

You walked through the metal detector, but it beeped. Fuck. You know you don’t have anything on you, though?

“Alright, darlin’. You’re okay, i’m jus’ gonna need ya to follow me, ‘kay?” The man states, placing his hand on your lower back. You feel your chest begin to tighten. You oddly felt safe with the male, although you don’t know him. You don’t even know his name.

He takes you into one of the search rooms. All white, with a door on it. You knew no one ever goes into these rooms unless something was severely wrong. To say you were horrified is an understatement. The man unlocks the room, and leads you inside. It has a cheap plastic table there, and a metal detecting wand, but nothing else. This was where they’d manually search you, and even make you strip if you need to.

“I- I don’t have anything on me, sir! I swear!” You plea worriedly, but the male simply chuckles.

“Call me Chris. Please.” He replies. And before you could say anything else, he walks forwards, pulling something out of your back pocket. His badge.

“Okay.. call me Y/n… But..What..? How-“ You began to question, but then quickly realized. He had placed his badge in your pocket when you bumped your ass into him, so you would have to be in here with him. Smart. “Oh.” You hum, and he smirks.

“You don’t seem too enthusiastic. We don’t have to do this by any means- I don’t want you to feel pressured. At all.” He speaks softly, placing his hand on your shoulder. Before you could even think, your lips were meeting his. He gasped in surprise, but, quickly kissed back.

His hands held your waist softly, his tongue dominating yours. You tugged at the vest he was wearing, signifying you wanted it off. He smirked, and pulled away from the kiss.

“Impatient, are we?” He teased, slipping his vest, and shortly after, his shirt off. Your eyes trailed all over his body, his collarbones, v-line, arms, neck, and even the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Mhm,” You agree, attempting to pull him back into a kiss, but he doesn’t let you, and you let out a small whine in reaction.

“This doesn’t seem very fair to me, mamas. I have to have my shirt off, but you don’t?” He growls, “Be a good girl and strip f’me, yeah?” He demands, running his hand through your hair, forcing your body against his.

His demeanor changing made you squeeze your thighs together and he noticed. Chris seemed to be quite attentive. Must be because of his job. You quickly slip out of your shirt, not sure if he wants you to leave your bra on. He smiles at your obedience, looking down at your body.

“Fuck, ya look so good like this,” He states, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip, dragging it down, before letting it bounce back to its original place. “So, so pretty.. Be a good girl and let me fuck those nice tits of yours, hm?” He asked, his voice rough.

“Yes, please,” You huffed, and he pushed the hair out of your face.

“Atta girl.” The taller male praised, unbuckling his pants. You couldn’t help but stare, directly at the boys’ clothed cock. His pants were quickly discarded, and you could see how big he was through his tight boxers. “Lay down on that table over there, pretty girl.” He demanded, and you quickly made your way to the table.

You quickly sprawl out on the table, laying on your back, spreading your legs enough to where the boy could situate himself between them. He made his way closer to you, his cock now free and in your vision. Your eyes quickly widened at his size, and how pretty his prick was.

“You ready?” He asks, pulling your body closer to him, but waiting for a response before he touched you any more.

“Yes.” You sigh breathlessly, and Chris’ hands find their way to your breasts, pushing them together enough, slipping the tip of his large cock between them. He lets out a breathy moan, as he pushes in further, the tip of his dick poking out of the top of your breasts. He lets out a breathy moan as he began moving his hips back-and-fourth, pulling and pushing his cock between your tits.

You moved your head forwards as his pace quickened, sticking your tongue out where his cock had poked through, allowing your tongue to hit his tip each time he pushed far enough in.

“Oh- fuck, good fucking girl,” Chris moaned, his head falling backwards. “Gon’ cum all over these pretty fuckin’ tits, y-yeah?” He slurs, and you hum in approval. His cum begins to quickly spurt out of his slit, coating your tits and face in the white sticky liquid. “Fuck yeah..” He growls, pulling his cock away.

He quickly rips your pants away from you, tossing them elsewhere in the slightly large room.

“Look at you. Fuckin’ soaked for a stranger. How pathetic.” He smirked, lowering himself to your sopping cunt, taking the view in. He leaned forwards, pressing two fingers against your hole, over your panties, making the cold wetness press against you, making you gasp. He chuckled at your responsiveness. He leaned his head forwards, placing a soft kiss to your clit, before pulling your panties completely off.

He places the discarded panties by his pants, and you knew you weren’t getting those back. He places your legs over his shoulders, and moved two fingers forwards, spreading your folds apart, giving him a full view of your glistening folds.

“So pretty.” The boy smirks, placing another kiss to your clit, which was this time unclothed. You shutter at the touch. He brings the fingers that were spreading your folds out, down to your hole, before abruptly shoving both into you- causing you to let out a loud yelp. “Yeah, lemme hear your pretty sounds. Let everyone in the airport know how good I make you feel on my fingers, hm?” He growled, hus free hand caressing your thigh.

“Fuck, I needa taste you, ma.” Chris growls, and quickly attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves.

“Oh- Fuck, Chris!” You whine out, arching your back, as the boys fingers continued to move in and out of you at a rapid pace, as his tongue lapped at your clit. “‘M not gonna last long!” You warned him, knowing it was the truth. Chris’ tongue is heavenly.

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Cum all over my face, just like the slut you are.” Chris permitted, and you did. You let yourself go all over his face. His tongue, fingers, lips, chin, even dripping down his neck. Chris began cleaning your juices from you, but his tongue wasn’t making usual movements. He was spelling something.

C. H. R. I. S.

The boy spelt his name, as you squirmed against him, wanting to tell him to stop from the sensitivity, but you couldn’t.

“Feel that, ma? Who’s pussy is this?” He growls, pulling away from you finally, your wetness dripping from his chin, his nose glistening.

“Fuck, Chris,” You hummed. “Yours. All yours.” You agreed, and the boy smiled.

“Fuck yeah.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, before harshly slapping your pussy, making you jump at the sudden contact. He lets out a chuckle at the way you responded to his touch. “So sensitive.” He teased.

He abruptly grabs his cock, slipping it in between your folds.

“I’m assuming you weren’t planning on fucking anyone in the airport lime the slut you are, so i’m assuming you don’t have any condoms on you?” Chris asks, not necessarily caring, knowing he’ll fuck you regardless, condom or not.

“N-no, I don’t,” You whine. “I’m on the pill, though.” You state, and Chris lets out a small sigh, as he rubs your stomach gently, his hands reaching behind your back to discard your bra.

“I was kinda hopin’ I could see ya all full of my babies. Don’t worry, though, sweetheart. I’ll still fill ya up.” He licks his lips, moving his attention back down to his cock, which was prodding at your weeping cunt. He slowly pushes his tip inside of you, making you let out a small squeak. “Yeah, thats it. Take my cock, like the whore you are.” He growls, while continuing to push himself into you.

You whine and squirm on his cock, the stretch burning more than any other time you have had sex. Chris was much bigger than the others. He finally bottomed out, but before saying anything, he began thrusting. He kept a slower pace, which you appreciated, so the stretch wouldn’t rip you in half.

“Y’re so tight f’me, baby, aren’t ya?” He growls in your ear, and you shiver in response. His thrusts begin to slowly speed up, and you bite your lip, stiffening your moans. “Yeah, ya like that, don’t ‘cha, ma?”

“Y-yes!” You whine, your back arching as the male sped his pace up, slamming into you. “Fuck, yes! Harder!” You cry out, and something switches in Chris.

His hand snakes up to your tits, before slapping them harshly, making you yelp.

“Fuck yeah, take my cock darling. Take it all.” He pants, his hand moving up to your face. He places a harsh smack to your cheek, before shoving his thumb in your mouth for you to suck on, to forget the pain. Your cheek quickly turned red, and Chris smiled at his ‘damage.’

You whine around his finger, as you begin to clench around his cock, and he knew you were close.

“Cum for me, mamas. All over my dick. Let it go.” He growls, and you loose it. The knot in your lower stomach snaps, and you let loose all over his cock, and he continues thrusting. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Like the slut you are.” He hummed.

He quickly pulled out, your own cum and his precum coated his thick cock, as he flipped you over. Your eyes widen, and you knew he was going to absolutely ruin you. He grabs the backs of your thighs harshly, yanking you down, so your feet were on the ground, but the upper-half of your body was laying on the table.

Without warning, he slams his cock back into you, causing you to let out a loud scream, arching your back.

“Yeah, good girl. Let me know how good i’m makin’ ya feel.” Chris praises, one of his hands reaching up to your hair, and the other sneaking its’ way to your throat. He yanks your hair back, and squeezes your neck, and you let out a loud moan, shoving yourself back into him. “Yeah, that’s it. Jus’ like that— fuck,” He groans, his head falling backwards, as his grip on your neck occasionally tightens and loosens.

You could tell he was coming undone as his cock throbbed inside of you, and due to you being sensitive from your previous orgasms, you were just as close. His thrusts didn’t slow or halt, instead they became sloppy. If even, harder.

“Shit, ma. Gon’ cum in this tight pussy, hm?” He taunts, his hips snapping against yours, his thrusts now becoming slower, yet more forceful. He yanked you backwards to meet each of his thrusts, before he allowed himself to let loose inside of you, stilling his cock, not allowing any of his cum to seep out. You were so close, but the second he stilled his movements, you couldn’t let go.

After a few seconds, he flipped you back over, avoiding pulling out, and he placed one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing himself a perfect angle. He began his thrusting movements once again, and almost immediately, you let yourself go, your slick cum coating his cock.

“There ya go, ma.. Let’s see how many we can pull outta ya.” He grunts, satisfied at how soon he has already made you cum in this position. The boy looked down at where he was disappearing inside of you, and then sliding back out, and his body shivered at the sight. It’s almost like you were made for him.

He begins quickening the pace, one of his hands slipping from your hip to your swollen clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“O-ow-“ You hiss, your body jolting at the sudden added sensitivity, but you didn’t stop him. You wouldn’t dare to.

“I know, pretty baby. I know.” He whispers, and you feel a new feeling. A feeling you hadn’t felt yet— ever. The feeling caught you off guard, feeling slightly more than the last few orgasms you had.

“F-Feels different-“ You stutter out, as Chris pounds into you.

“One s-second, baby. Hold it. D-don’t let go u-until I say s-so.” He demands, and you let out a loud whine, but chose to obey, not wanting to see the consequences if you didn’t. You clench around him, attempting to hold your orgasm back, as he releases his, stilling his movements on your clit, allowing his thumb to just stay there, pressing down.

This causes you to let go, squirting your juices all over him. Embarrassment floods your face- you didn’t even know you could do that. You look away from him, refusing to look.

He removes his hand from your clit, slowly pulling out. He used two of his fingers, pushing his cum back into you, before using those same two fingers to swipe some of your sticky cum off of himself, bringing it to his mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he slipped his now clean fingers out of his mouth.

“You’re hot and you taste so fuckin’ good.” He shutters, placing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes widen. Theres no way you didn’t just miss your flight. You’re fucked. Literally, and metaphorically.

You stand up, wobbling, before Chris rushes over to help you.

“Woah, woah, woah. Goin’ somewhere?” Chris joked, but you glared at him.

“My flight, asshole.” You growled at the sweaty and gross boy, and his eyes widen.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry, ma.” He whines, running a hand through his silky hair. “Look, if I can get ya number, I’ll get ya a new plane ticket, yeah?” Chris proposes. How could you turn down such an offer?

『 ↳✧･ﾟ Finn yaps❕ ;

Might possibly my filthiest one yet, but yeah..! hope you sluts enjoy <3 and ik this probably isnt how the little search rooms actually look, ive never been inside one. And yes, ik theres cameras and other people in there and they wouldve def been caught, FOR THE SAKE OF THE FUCKING FIC PLEASE IGNORE ALL LOGICAL SITUATIONS😭🙏🏻

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ I do NOT give permission for my work to be published on any other site, nor to be claimed as your own . However , reblogs , likes , and comments are much appreciated ! 🤍

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[zuhaism]

⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ SAVIOUR ?! ┊ kim minjeong ⁺

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synopsis : you saved your tutor and she finds out about your double life

pairing : spiderwoman!reader x tutor!minjeong

genre : highschool!au, fluff uwu

authors note : the ending sucks btw. i just couldnt think anymore. DID NOT PROOFREAD. its 2am pls

“bye minjeong!” y/n said as she turned around the corner. parting ways. minjeong just finished tutoring y/n. which was hard becuase she spent most of the time staring at the taller as she did her work. it was also hard for minjeong because y/n kept on getting distracted while she was explaining.

“… and thats how it becomes an alloy- y/n are you listening?” minjeong looked back up to the younger.

“hm what yeah! i was just..” y/n looked away trying to come up with an excuse. ignoring the way her face was heating up when she got caught. “uh please continue minjeong im sorry i got distracted” y/n looked down in dissapointment.

minjeong smiled and thought that the pout y/n was sporting pretty cute.

it was now 9pm and the streets were dimly lit. theres was several people around. not too much as she sighed.

continued walking in the cold night. she kept on walking until she reached the part of the walk where she hates the most. she had to pass a creepy alleyway to get to her house. “fuck” she whispered under her breath. as she saw two male bodies leaning on the wall, puffing on their cigarettes.

she mustered up the courage to go through the alleyway. there was no other way around if she wanted to get home. her heartbeat fastens as she got closer and their chattering slowly stopped. they turned their attention towards her.

as she walked past them. she heard the sound of cigarettes being stomped on. light footsteps were following her. ‘im fucked’. suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. she prayed to the seven gods for her to get home safe tonight.

𓇼

this has become a norm to you for the past few weeks. following minjeong home not in a creepy stalker way but to just make sure she’s safe.

after turning the corner you immediately ran into a secluded alleyway and change into your suit. you climbed up the walls. running to minjeongs usual path to go home.

you were on the roof looking down at her as she stopped and then walked into an alleyway. keeping an eye on minjeong wasnt hard at all.

minjeong walked past two men leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. you could see the uneasiness in her way of walking. the alarms in your head blared as one of the men held onto her shoulder.

“where you going at this time of night pretty lady?” you heard the skrunkly old man say. minjeong was frozen on the spot she couldn’t do anything.

you immediately got down to her when he pulled on her shoulder “ya answer me” he said rather loudly. your webs holding onto a pole and swung down lining up a kick to his head.

making the man stumble backwards into his friends arm. “my fucking face!” he yelped. you let go from the web and stood infront of minjeong. here you were again analysing her features just as you did during tutoring. her teary eyes looked up at you.

you gave her a reassuring smile which she probably didn’t see since it was covered by your mask. but it was immediately wiped off your face when you saw the guy about to strike minjeong.

you moved her out the way while your face was struck. “ah fuck!” you cursed loudly. the ring from his finger tore your mask and cause your lower cheek to scar and bleed.

you ignored it “man and i was gonna go easy on you” you webbed his fists to the wall as he was about to jump you again. his friend went for you next and you did the same thing.

both of them ended up webbed high up onto the side of the building as you turned to minjeong. smiling at her trying to assure her that shes safe now. “do you want me to send you home?”

a beat or two passes where minjeong just stares at you and not answering you. “uh .. ill just send you somewhere safe.” it would be much weirder if you knew where she lived from her point of view.

you pulled her by her waist closer to you. minjeong let out a squel and wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you swung up the building.

as the cool night air rushed past them, minjeong couldn't help but feel an exhilarating mix of fear and wonder. clinging tightly to spiderwoman, she marveled at the cityscape unfolding beneath them. the skyscrapers became a breathtaking blur as they soared through the night.

in that moment, Minjeong's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts echoing the beating of her heart. She stole glances at the heroes masked face.

amids the adrenaline and uncertainty, minjeong found herself oddly comforted. the heroes reassuring presence, masked though it was, provided a sense of safety. she couldn't help but steal glances at the hero who had just swooped in to rescue her. the cut on the mysterious womans's face, a visible scar from the fight.

minjeong tells you her address in a whisper. it being a sign to send her straight home. it wasn’t smart of her to give her address to strangers, even if they saved her life. but for some reason she trusted you.

you slowly let her down onto the outdoor stairwell that connected to her window after she guided you to it. you crouched on the railing as she fixed herself. you took this time to analyse her whole figure.

wearing only a hoodie and some sweatpants. “you should wear a jacket, its cold out” minjeong nodded looking up at you. you getting flustered and looking everywhere except her.

“you’re hurt” she broke the silence. Feeling embarrassed about taking a punch in front of someone you find attractive. despite the pain you chuckled. “ah yeah it happens. uhm you’re safe now have a nice night bye !”

you rambled trying to avoid the topic and then jumping off at the last sentence. swinging as fast as you can.

𓇼

“fuck..” you looked at the cut that was just above your jaw. it was prominent red. closing the locker door that had your mirror hanged.

you decided to ignore it and rush to class before the bell rings. unbeknownst to you, you walked past a shorter girl who noticed the cut on your face that was similar to the hero that saved her last night.

𓇼

“y/n!” you heard the familiar voice calling for you. turning around and was greeting with minjeong fast walking towards you across the almost empty hallway.

“hey minjeong i didnt know there was tutoring today! ill text my mom real qui-“

“no no y/n stop…” she paused, collecting her breath. “just… come with me” minjeong shook her head and took your hand.

she dragged you to the nurses office and sat you down on the bed. you didnt have time to ask her what shes doing until.

she pushed you to sit down on one of the nursing beds and held onto your chin to get a better look of the scar. there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, mingled with a touch of curiosity. as she applied the cotton pad to the wound, her expression shifted to a more focused and determined demeanor. her small hands moved with precision, yet there was a gentleness in her touch that betrayed a hidden tenderness.

while tending to your injury, a subtle tension lingered in the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she worked, silently contemplating the uncanny coincidences she had noticed lately. As she finished up, her gaze met yours, and for a moment, a hint of suspicion remained in her eyes.

"interesting how you always seem to get into trouble. any specific reason for this particular injury?"

you grinned, brushing off the question with your usual optimism. "just another clumsy mishap, you know me."

minjeong’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion lingering. "clumsy mishap or something more? ive noticed some uncanny coincidences lately."

you shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "coincidences happen, right?"

minjeong’s expression remained inscrutable, but there was an underlying tension in the air. you couldnt think straight as minjeong was so close to your face. her small hands tidying up your wound. you could feel her faint breath on your chin

"coincidences or connections to spiderwoman? yea coincidences right"

you paused at that, giving way a more guarded expression. "i... i don't know what you're talking about, minjeong." minjeong shrugs not caring as she tended to your wound. throwing away rubbish and finishing up then looking back at you.

“how long have you been spiderwoman?”

you heaved a sigh. letting your head down while minjeong was between your legs. “since the last two years.” she nods approvingly. “that’s cool”

she says looking at her feet while you put your gaze on her. the tension in the room growing as the seconds go by. “thank you for saving me” she said just above a whisper. seeing the tips of her ears turn red.

a grin broke out from your face. “it’s my job minjeong. “ you stood up. dusting off yourself then looking down at her. her gaze was still on her feet.

“thank you minjeong” you broke the silence. she didnt look up at you. instead she sucked in her breath and wrapped her arms around you. hugging you.

“thank you for saving me..” she nuzzles her head closer into the crook of your neck. not knowing what to do you just patted her back.

“i was so worried when i saw that scar on your face. i just cant imagine you getting hurt that bad”

finally relaxing your body (totally not trying to normalise your heart rate). “its fine minjeong in used to it” she looked up at you as you said that. “that’s the problem.. you shouldn’t get used to it.”

squirming out of her hold to hug her back. “just.. come to me if you ever need help” she mumbled, closing her eyes leaning her body into you. as you stood there with your heart beating faster than ever.

[stormyelliotwritez]

Hi! Could you do something involving Deadpool and Wolverine with a male reader who has CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis.

It is a rare genetic disease that causes the inability to feel pain)

YES YES YESSSSS im literally so interested in this disease coz it was in an episode of house and i was like woahhh, thats crazy so YES

also not sure if you wanted dating them but im just gonna do that and please send in another ask saying you didn’t if you don’t and ill fix it 👍

DATING THEM AS M!READER WITH CIPA

wade gets really confused when he accidentally steps on your foot and you don’t notice

logan notices that you keep walking into things and accidentally hurting yourself and not even paying attention

they talk to each other about it and decide to test ya (coz they weird guys)

wade “accidentally” slams you into the wall and when you just get annoyed because he’s being irritating and not because he hurt you, they bring it up

you already know about CIPA and that you have it but people haven’t cared besides thinking you’re weird

they get cautious about you getting hurt because they can heal and you can’t even though you can’t feel it

wade becomes a very sweet helicopter partner who will stand nearby and yap so you don’t feel awkward but he’s also making sure ya don’t get hurt

logans not too bad because he doesn’t wanna smother you but he makes you promise that you’ll come to him if you see like a bruise or a cut or blood on you so he can assess the damage

wade loves hello kitty band-aids and you’ve always got at least three on you because he sees you get a boo boo and boom, hello kitty saves the day

sometimes you get insecure about being a burden and taking their time and they make sure to reassure you that you are the best boyfriend and you’re not a burden and they love you and want to keep you safe

logan somehow ends up with like a sense for when you’re hurt, usually seems to be based on that he can smell your blood or something else being wrong, and he always makes sure to check you out himself or take you to a doctor when he can sense it

wade calls you oopsie daisy and logan calls you his tough boy or just tough even when you don’t feel like it

they both make sure that medical professionals listen to you and if they don’t, maybe they get very unnerving letters or phone calls until they do (they’re very protective boyfriends)

wade can never say the full name of cipa so he’s always calling you or logan to say it when he’s telling someone about it

[wakyu-waku]

Gigi x Reader (Head-cannons)

Gigi has always been fascinated by wacky and amazing treasure

She enjoyed the rush of excitement at what new item she would get next..

However ever since you came along, you’ve become Gigi’s most prized treasure of all!

Gigi always tends to keep her treasures close to her, and you’re no exception as she’s particularly glued onto you

However the treasures she usually keeps guarded and hidden from the rest of the toons, are all proudly shared to you

“Hey hey [Your Name]!” Gigi whispered as she hurried to your side, slightly out of breath.

“Yes Gigi?” You ask, before Gigi pulls out a special Astro figurine.

“Whaddaya think?~ It’s one of a kind! Mwhehehee, and one of the earliest manufactured Astro figurines too!” Gigi boasted with a smug smile as she presented it to you, beaming so brightly she could outshine Brightney.

“I think it’s lovely Gigi!” You giggle, making Gigi’s red face even more bolder in color. All she does is snicker back before hiding the figurine away.

However just as you are Gigi’s most prized treasure, you’re also her most protected. So naturally Gigi would become jealous if your time away from her was taken by another Toon.

You were talking about Vee about helping with some supplies for her next show soon, when Gigi stepped in with her arms behind her back.

“[Your name]! Wanna come see this exclusive dvd movie I just so happen to have? It has bloopers in it too!” Gigi interrupted, holding up the dvd in its case.

“Oh wow Gigi, how did you know about that movie?! Thats my favorite!” You exclaim.

“But I have to help Vee..” You murmur, turning back to Vee with a solemn expression on your face.

“Im sure it’ll be fine, right Vee? You can always ask Shelly to help ya!” Gigi suggested, only earning a scoff in response from the robot.

“See ya then!” Gigi chuckled as she grabbed your hand and whisked you away.

If you were chaotic, you’d become an unstoppable duo! You’d two would be inseparable just as you two are insufferable.

However if you were the more mature and calmer between the two, Gigi would be safe knowing she’d always have a shoulder to lean on. Of course, Gigi would always have your back as well- defending you in anything.

Because to Gigi you are the most priceless treasure of all.

[kadwrites]

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summary ; you've met tommy's secretary , who has a thing for him.

warnings ; mentions of death (no one dies), my bad writing?? probably typos, arranged marriage trope

a/n ; um idk what to think of this part but lmk what you think of it

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he just looks back at you, his brow raised ,waiting for an explanation

"what?"

"what did ya say to 'er?"

"nothing, why ? what did she tell you?" you can't help the amused expression on your face, you did try to hold it back.

"she said you and polly cornered 'er"

"what" you let out a small laugh "all we did was speak to 'er, and it was mostly polly. she barely acknowledged me."

"really?"

"yes really."

"did ya tell 'er that we're engaged?" his voice was deep and cold. it sent a familiar chill down your spine.

"why ? did ya not want people to know?"

"answer the question"

"i didn't. polly did." you stare at him for a while, eyes tracing his face with a raised brow "are you fucking 'er?"

he blinks slowly, his demeanor doesn't change "i beg your fucking pardon?"

"ya heard me."

"no."

you study his face "we didn't say anything to 'er, polly asked 'er if she knew who i was, she looked me up and down like i was some whore and then almost cried when she found out you and i are engaged. thats it."

"we're not engaged yet."

"we are, according to your aunt. so if ya 'ave any fucking complaints , ya might want to take it up with 'er."

you try to walk past him, deciding that storming off is the best way out of this ,

"and how do ya think youre gettin' back home? polly is gone"

you freeze, stopping in place when you hear that, and he turns, just staring at your back.

"walking exists , ya know?" you turn as well to face him, you try to maintain the most confident expression you could muster

"you're gonna walk back? to your father's house? at this time?"

you just nod,

"no you're not"

"yes i am."

"no."

"why not?"

"what kind if fiancé would i be if i let ya walk home in the dark?." his voice is sarcastic

you just raise your brow again, "i thought we weren't engaged."

"go to my office, i'll drive ya home in a minute."

"ya don't 'ave to, i don't want your charity."

"go to my fucking office, y/n."

you mumble curses under your breath as you stride through and to his office, you open the glass door and plop down on the chair facing his desk. you can see the sectary's silhouette from the corner of your eyes. she's sitting on a desk outside his office and you walked by without sparing her a glance. you can feel her stare burn through you.

the door opens again and he walks in, and sits on his desk

"are we goin' to stay here long? cause i can call oliver to come and get me."

he looked up from the papers he was holding and his stare made you look away. okay maybe you'll let him drive you home.

the secretary knocks and walks in "i just need your signature on this form sir." she walks to his desk and gets as close as appropriately possible.

" y've met my fiancée then, miss carter?" he asks the secretary without looking at her

"i.." she stands straight and glances at you "i did , yes i did."

he looks up at her briefly "she might be comin' here more often now, so please make 'er feel at home whenever im not around."

"of course, sir." she smiles sweetly at him before grabbing the paper and walking out of the office.

you raise your brows, a small smirk on your lips "oh im your fiancée now , aye?"

he doesn't answer you, but you see the corners of his lips curl.

you stifle back a yawn as you sit on the sofa , trying to not to nod off. its the middle of the night and your brother had woken you up. safe to say tonight was not a night you've expected and its yet to end.

"how did ya even know about this?" you nod towards abraham who had a cup of tea in his hand

"mum called" he muttered as he handed you a cup as well

"its just a cold , ya know that? , ya didn't 'ave to leave anna and come all the way here."

"it's dad, i couldn't just sleep after 'earing mum cry about 'im"

"she cries about everything" you say with a sigh as you take a sip of your tea

the living room as dark except for a small lamp that was next to you

"did she call celest and oliver?"

"i think so, but they'll probably come by in the mornin'."

you hear your mothers sniffles as she leaves her and your father's bedroom.

"hes asking for you."

you and abraham look at each other before you put your tea cup down and get up from the sofa.

"come in"

you walk in and close the door behind you gently. your dad is propped up with a pillow behind him, you approach the bed and get on it, laying next to him

"ya better not give me another one of your speeches dad." you feign annoyance but your smile gives you away.

he lets out a laugh then turns to you "i'm an old man ya know, i 'ave to make sure i say everything i need to say before i leave ya."

"y've got a cold dad, its not the plaque " you chuckle as you turn to look at him too.

when you were a child, your father would never sleep if you got sick, he would stay up. sometimes fall asleep beside you, or on the uncomfortable hard wooden chair he'd drag next to your bed.

he would put his head on your heart sometimes late at night anxiously, scared it might've stopped when he accidentally drifted off to sleep.

"listen to me love..." his hands intertwine with yours, his hands calloused from all the days he's spent caring for the soil, or in the war that you never thought would end. "i need to talk about this."

you hum, your hand holding his tightly in yours.

"i'm sorry it had to come to this my love,"

its not another one of his speeches, its a different kind of speech.

"dad..."

"when your mother first told me about this, i thought she was jokin, honest to god" he lets out another laugh "but now..... when i think about it , i cant let ya do that to yerself love..." he shakes his head slightly,

"what?" your eyes look up at him, taking in his features , his dark under eyes, the lines on his face, around his eyes.

"i saved some money yeah? , for when me and your mother might need it. ya can 'ave it." his voice drops to a lower tone

"and do what ?"

"run away."

"run away?" you laugh softly, looking at him with a raised brow "and go where?"

"where ever you want." he smiles softly at you

"you're not serious."

"i am"

you stay silent for a while, processing what he's saying "im not runnin' away dad."

"so you're gonna marry tommy shelby? is that what ya want ? what ya truly want?"

"its what i need to do"

"ya don't"

"so you're gonna go back on your word ,aye? ya gave the man a word after all"

"for you , id break every promise ive ever made."

"dad..." you let out a small smile , his other hand goes to cup your face "i cant do that"

"are ya scared id hate ya? or that id be angry at ya if ya didn't?"

"i cant runaway dad... i cant leave ya" your emotions betray you and they flood through you, your tears start to drop. i cant not be here when you die, when you're buried.

"sometimes i cant believe you're all grown up now,"

"hmm"

"ya were such a lively child"

"you're sayin' im borin' now aye?"

you two share a small laugh, you turn your face and kiss his palm, before closing your eyes "id put myself through anything and everything to keep ya with me for however long i can."

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