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pigswithwings · 2 years ago
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Chadfield. (Dubious Canon Gorp Arg)
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httpsserene · 4 months ago
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Lando smut driveroom after hia dnf🫠🫠
𝐝𝐧𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
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summary: what goes down in their driver’s room with you after a dnf. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. hurt/comfort (in a way). sexual propositions. angry sex (implied). depressed charles. mercedes f1 team slander. sir kink. periods. face-sitting, vaginal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, blowjobs, cunnilingus, shower sex (light or implied). pairing: the grid x fem!reader (1,4,16,44,55,81) genre: drabbles.
from serene: river baby, this one’s for you xxx we all know what inspired this one lmao !!! oh, i will not be doing extended fics for any of these, they are just quick drabbles as a little writing exercise for me! (okay, okay, okay, fine i’ll finish toasty part two i promise it'll be released soon)
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𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐱 #𝟏
You’ve never found Max’s skill for talking endlessly annoying or draining. In fact, you can recall telling him that hearing him eagerly explain about racing or other topics that interest him is attractive, multiple times. However, you’re not sure if you can withstand much more of him rambling through a retelling of every single lap he raced before he had to retire, looking for any possible point where he could’ve done something different to prevent it. 
The two of you are sitting on his small couch, pressed side to side, and you’re offering small nods of agreement and hums of understanding during his pauses between words that echo in the small private room. His helmet was shoved in a random cubby, his balaclava draped on top of it but, he hasn’t made any other progress in taking off his race gear. His gloves are still covering his hands as he fiddles with the straps around his wrists, his race suit and boots still properly secured, the smell of sweat and gasoline–the scent of man alluring to your nose–the heat of his body radiating against your side instigating the warmth that floods your cheeks, and the sound of his lisp curling seductively around his speech prompting less than pure thoughts as your heart flutters and thighs press together.
Max is unaware of the sudden twist in your thoughts as he verbally attempts to calculate just exactly where he could’ve improved his outcome, his voice rumbly with an undertone of displeasure, when you cut him off.
“Let me make it better,” you offer.
The Dutch driver cocks his head at you, his expression confused and humored, “How can you make my DNF better? I do not think you can go back in time and—”
“No, Max,” you interrupt, teeth tugging at your bottom lip gently, “Let me sit on your face.”
Visibly, you see his breath catch and eyes widen. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to formulate a response, tongue flicking out to dampen his lips as he thinks—before his pupils blow large, and he swallows audibly.
“Oh,” Max starts, finally tugging his gloves off and tossing them to the floor, then moving to undo the strap of his race suit, “That would make it better.”
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𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 #𝟒
He’s pacing the small length of the room angrily, ranting about his retirement loudly enough that you know it’s seeping through the thin walls. You stare at him with a slightly concerned gaze, getting slightly annoyed as his race suit tied low on his hips threatens to smack you in the face every time he turns around. 
You’re well aware that Lando is quick to anger and brood as he freely makes everyone aware of where the blame needs to be placed. But, the dark and unyielding look in his eyes leads you to believe that he’ll be a little too real to the press today and you would hate to have to deal with a simultaneously enraged and ashamed Lando once he realizes what he said. Then, you’ll have to comfort him as he overthinks his words and doom scrolls through Twitter to see what people are saying about him. You would like to sleep tonight, so you can’t have him embarrass himself today. Thankfully, Lando’s a man, a very simple man at his core.��
You stand up from the couch and pull off his hoodie that you stole. Lando continues to rage and pace, not aware of your movement. You undo the buttons of your shirt, shrugging it off to stand in your bra and jeans. Lando doesn’t notice your state of undress until he spins around to find you topless and shimmying your jeans down your hips.
“Um,” Lando stutters, eyes fixed on your tits, “Why are your clothes off?”
“Get over here and fuck your anger out,” you command, “So when you talk to the press, you don’t say the stupid shit you're telling me now.”
Lando mumbles and pouts offended as he scrambles to lose his race suit, “‘s not stupid shit.”
You roll your eyes and reach out to tug him forward strongly, humming as the length of his body knocks against yours, easily stuffing your hand down his fireproofs and kissing on the meat of his neck, “mhm–I’m sure it isn’t.”
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𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 #𝟏𝟔
The room is silent as Charles blankly stares at the wall, you’re not sure if he is aware of your hand comfortingly scratching along his back. He only offered words of exhaustion and depression as he slipped quietly into his room and curled next to you as he dissociated from his retirement.
You’ve tried everything. You cooed soothingly, you complained about the result, and you even loudly expressed how terrible you think the car and Ferrari are and he didn’t say a single word. He simply continued to stare at the wall, his suit and helmet still on, visor down, and expression unreadable. Anxiously, you shifted next to him, not used to experiencing Charles this out of it. And suddenly, the idea came to you. Breaking the silence, you suggested giving him head to relieve his stress. Charles said no. Your brow furrowed perplexed at his denial; he’s never rejected a blowjob before. You took it one step further and offered to let him fuck it out of you (you were previously adamant on the “no sex in the driver’s room” rule because sound carries), and you were sure the Monegasque was about to say yes before he shook his head violently like he was forcibly removing the thought, and mumbled something along the lines of, “I don’t deserve it.” 
That is something you will not let slide. Charles doesn’t need to punish himself after he’s already out of the race, but if he won’t allow himself to indulge in you, you’ll strongly encourage him to.
“Okay, Charlie,” you whisper, “If you’re sure.”
He doesn’t zone back in until he hears your whimpers seep into the air, snapping his head to look at you. He finds you with one hand tugging at your nipple and your other hand shoved under your skirt—from the movement, he can guess that you’re two fingers deep. You hear Charles choke audibly and you can’t help but toss your head back and giggle, the laughter turning into a moan of pleasure as your fingers pass over a sensitive spot.
“I-I think–merde,” Charles cuts himself off as he stares at your show, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”
The helmet stays on.
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𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 #𝟒𝟒
You’re unsure if Lewis is even mad about his retirement. The man seems mentally deranged as he laughs gleefully about ending his race early. Understandably, he is complaining about the bottoming of the car and the hell it’s wreaking on his back–so, maybe the joy is justifiable, your man is…older.
The thing is, Lewis switches from rambling about his back pain to complaining about Mercedes and repeating how he can’t wait for a change in scenery at Ferrari. In the Mercedes motorhome. Loudly. You know he’s doing it on purpose based on the vengeful look in his eyes. He recalls almost every single moment the team dismissed his critiques and suggestions, every single moment they didn’t appear at his podiums, every single moment they thought he wouldn’t leave, every single moment they took him for granted. And, Lewis is more than welcome to express his grievances—but you would still like him to leave on good terms as Toto did promise you a custom G-Wagon (not that Lewis can’t get you one himself; you would just hate to see him ruin his connections).
Lewis also can’t help being hot. He sits comfortably splayed out on his couch, a towel tied loosely on his hips from his shower, chest bare as beads of water fall downwards and get caught in the maze of his toned abdomen, his tattoos become art pieces as you appreciate the sight fully. He continues to partake in his amusing one-man conversation as he clasps his chain around his neck—and you break.
“Let me suck your dick,” you blurt out, cheeks flushing, surprised at your own words, “...sir?”
Lewis pauses, raising an eyebrow at you from where you’re leaning on the room door. 
“Well, I don’t know why you’re still standing over there if that’s what you want. Kneel.”
The sound of your knees hitting the floor sings in the air, “Yes, sir.”
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𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢, 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 #𝟖𝟏
Oscar’s already sequestered himself away in his room before you were able to intercept him on his way. The mechanics are lowly gossiping about how mad he was when he pulled himself out of the car and they watch after you in fear as you make your way to your boyfriend.
Oscar? Mad? He’d never take it out on you, there’s no reason for the mechanics to be worried. Except when you enter the room, the vibes are peculiar. Oscar’s calmly folding his race suit, boots tucked away into their proper place, standing in just his fireproofs—they compliment his body well, extremely well. He turns to look at you and there’s a smile on his face as if he hasn’t retired from a race. He opens his arms for a hug, and you hesitate for a moment before fulfilling his request. His arms wrap around you warmly and he nuzzles his face into your hair, pulling back briefly to press a kiss on your forehead before tightening his embrace. It feels more like he’s comforting you than you’re comforting him. He walks the two of you backward to his couch and pulls you down to sit on his lap. 
Somehow, Oscar brightens more, “Hi, baby,” he grins, hands moving to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.
“Uhh, I’m sorry about your race?” Your tone of voice is unsure.
“Oh,” he laughs dismissively, “It happens sometimes–it was listed in the job description.” His right hand slips underneath your shirt as he speaks, moving calmly to tug the cups of your bra down underneath your chest, squeezing lightly at the plush weight in his hand. 
You’re convinced he’s severely concussed, but it doesn’t stop you from arching towards him, your hips rolling forward unconsciously, “Ummm— ‘s there a-anything I can do to help?”
Oscar’s hand draws out of your shirt and halts the grind of your hips in a flash, he coos at you, “Aw, that’s so sweet of you to offer…let me fuck your tits—please?”
What were you going to do, tell him no?
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𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 #𝟓𝟓
You’re going to slam your head on the corner of the sink and hope it knocks you out. You’ll do it if means the sounds of Carlos’ whining stop. He forcibly pulled you up on the counter of the sink and told you to stay put as he showered so he could talk it out to you.
Naively, you thought the sound of the shower running would muffle his words and you were wrong. On any other day, you would be fine to support him through his complaints but your period is due to start in a couple of days and the irritation and sore muscles are already affecting you. Originally, you were eager to watch Carlos shower—that’s a sight plenty of women and men alike would kill you for. Then, the glass fogged with steam depriving you of something to ogle. And, if there’s one thing a woman is experiencing besides pain, sensitivity, and anger before her period, it’s being horny. You rationalize your thought process as you get undressed; Carlos gets some stress relief and you get to hear moans and grunts of pleasure instead of his huffing, grumbling, and whining. 
You slide the glass door open and closed as you step in the shower, completely bare except for the necklaces, earrings, and anklet with the #55 charm he gifted you randomly, “Carlos, por favor, be quiet.”
The Spanish man’s mouth is agape as he stares at you, frozen in the middle of his motion of scrubbing soap along his arm, “¿Qué?”
You roll your eyes, tugging the soapy cloth out of his hand and setting it on the shower shelf, “There’s better things you could be doing with your mouth.”
Carlos blinks, returning to the present and sinking to his knees in the too-small shower. 
He stares up at you with his big, sweet, lust-drenched, brown eyes, his hair a mess from the spray of the shower, and his voice cracking as he speaks, “Yes, definitely.”
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evie-sturns · 8 months ago
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Sorry - Matt Sturniolo
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summary: you and matt have been bickering the whole day, but one thing that comes out of his mouth accidentally makes you cry.
contains: arguing, crying, comforting, fluff.
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matt and i have spent the day out together, but hes been snapping at me for the smallest things. i've just brushed it off, i decided hes just tired and needs to get home.
"ready to go matt?" i ask, squeezing his hand as i heave myself up off the chairs in the mall.
"mhm.." matt hums, shutting off his phone and sitting up.
the loud chatter from crowds of people in the shopping center echos through my ears. matt walks ahead of me, i follow close behind as he walks through the double doors out into the parking lot.
he unlocks the car before letting himself in, shutting the car door behind him. "jesus" i mutter under my breath before opeing the passenger side and jumping in.
"so what should we get for dinner tonight?" i question, breaking the painfully loud silence.
"don't know" he replies quietly, his voice monotone.
"i could make us something?" i say, tapping my fingers on my leg as matt pulls out onto the street.
"sure." he responds with a slight nod of his head.
the rest of the car ride is silent, matt grips the steering wheel with both hands, taking sharp turns towards home.
"matt..?" i ask quietly,
"mhm" he mutters back,
"are you upset with me?" i say, my voice soft as i look directly on the road ahead.
"nope" matt sighs as he pulls into our garage.
i nod silently as he opens the door of the drivers side, he slams the door shut behind him and walking into the house. he doesnt even bother letting me out of the car, let alone leave the door to the house open.
i sit in the car for about a minute in silence, trying to think about what is actually pissing matt off today
i get out of the car and walk up the concrete stairs to our house, i approach the door to matt and i's bedroom, the door handle rattles before swinging open.
matt is sitting on his desk chair, scrolling on his phone. he doesn't even look up at me as i flop down on the bed.
i grab my airpods off our bedside table, accidentally knocking matts cup of coffee which has been marinating on the table for several hours.
the mug hits the wooden floor, the porcelain shattering and coffee painting the wooden planks.
i look up at matt, "shit-"
"can you actually fucking stop?" matt says, almost disgusted by me.
"you've been so annoying all day and i'm so sick of it. stop." he continues.
he stares directly into my eyes as those words exit his mouth.
i usually wouldn't cry if anyone said this to me, but today it feels so personal. they way hes been so uninterested in me, and now he says this to my face?
my eyes water as matt maintains eye contact, my bottom lip trembles as my throat feels like its practically closing in.
a loud sob exits my mouth as tears instantly start to stream down my face, my shoulders slouched and bouncing up and down as i stand infront of matt.
"you're being mean now matt" i say in between shaky breaths.
he stands in shock in front of me for a few seconds before grabbing me and pulling me into a passionately tight hug, he holds my head as i feel his hands shake slightly as he takes deep breaths.
after a few seconds i pull away from the hug "look at me, please" matt says, his voice soft as his mouth parts slightly.
i look up at him, my face drenched in tears. he bends over and picks me up, holding me up around his waist by my thighs.
he sits down on the bed with me, i'm sitting on his lap, almost straddling him as he sits back against the headboard.
"please don't cry, i promise i didn't mean to make you cry im so sorry-" matt rambles on, panic in his voice.
"i've been a proper dickhead today i don't know whats wrong with me i am so sorry"
i nod, he takes the sides of my face in his ringed hands, "i am so, so grateful to have you. i have been so tired recently and i've only been getting three or four hours of sleep a night because of nick, chris and is schedule for the past few weeks and its taken a toll on me"
"and its not your fault, nothing is okay?" he finishes, his eyes scanning my face for a reaction.
i nod "thank you", matt takes his hand and casually wipes the snot from under my nose.
"can you please give me a smile sweetheart?" he asks, his hands finally dropping slowly from the sides of my face down to my palms.
i wipe my eyes and give matt a somewhat ugly smile, matts face lights up "there she is" he smiles "gorgeous girl."
he taps my waist "do you want a shower?" he asks, its been a 'tradition' that matt and i have a shower together mosts nights.
"yeah" i smile warmly at matt, he sits up, picking me up off his lap and carrying me into his bathroom.
he sets me down on my feet and helps me get my clothes off, he follows, his clothes in a neat pile by the door.
i turn on the shower up to a high heat, the steam fogging the room.
matt steps in, "holy shit- i know i've been an asshole but do i deserve to be scolded alive- fuck." he laughs, his eyes scrunching and his wide grin plastered on his face.
"its nice!" i joke back, matt steps in again, trying to keep a straight face. "oh my god-" he whispers with a smile as he turns down the water temperature. "matt!!" i whine, slapping him lightly with a smirk "i had to" he says, reaching for the shampoo and squeezing it into his hand.
he rubs the shampoo into my hair, a comfortable silence fills the bathroom along with the sweet smell of strawberry shampoo.
suddenly matt breaks the silence,
"for the record, i did enjoy the mall with you earlier sweetheart, and i'm sorry i ruined it for you."
"awh matt, its okay i go to the mall every 2 days anyway." i coo back at him with a cheeky smile.
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matts smile btw in the shower heat cause i thought it was cute
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bitchimasnake-sss · 2 months ago
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hi lovely🥹 i'm sorry if i am being unreasonable, but may i ask, for more stories of stepbro!op monster trio? sorry to bother 🥹🫂
you guys are never unreasonable!!! unless, you like ask me to write actual incest cause frankly that goes beyond my (very lose) morals. but step-brothers? we love (fictional) step-brothers. you got it! like always, also adding ace and law!! hope you enjoy, pretty <3
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☆thinkin' about: the monster trio, ace 'n law! vs familial relations, shh!
NOT PROOFREAD. JUST UTTERLY HORNY AND PERVERTED. tw: CONCEPT OF STEP-CEST, PORN LOGIC, DUB-CON. BIMBOFICATION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. [i.e. if you do not feel okay reading such concepts, please scroll/click away. thankyou in advance.] cw: lots of porn logic. set in modern au. nsfw includes: a lot of overstimulation blowjob, cockwarming, penetration, cunnilingus, fingering, some bondage and use of toys and smex. lots of smex. MDNI OR I WILL ACTUALLY FIND YOU USING BLACK MAGIC. SIT THIS ONE OUT, KIDS. m.list
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🍒monkey d. luffy: your favourite meal, 'nichan!
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❤️monkey d. luffy is not quite sure which he loves more, you or food. because when he entered the kitchen in the dead of the night, he only really wanted to eat something to soothe his insatiable hunger. how lucky, he found you there instead! "l-luffy," you squirm under his tight grip on your thighs as his tongue swipes against your clit once more. when he looks up, his lips are drenched in everything you, "what?" "someone's gonna see." you mumble, trying feebly to pull at his hair and get him to part with your pretty pussy. but luffy just holds you down tighter on the kitchen counter, making sure your trembling cunt doesn't run away from him. he's still hungry, after all. he gives you a dopey smile, the kind that has you believing all of his false lies, "nobody's gonna come, pretty." he licks a soft stripe up your wet pussy, softly chuckling at his own joke, "i mean, you will." "nobody will?" you echo innocently, words falling down your wobbling lips so easily as he pulls your hips to himself and starts feasting like a man ravished. he moans against your folds, "nobody, i promise." his nose nudges against your clit so dangerously well, his tongue slides into your sickly sweet hole so easily and as he fucks up the muscle into you, you swear you feel his tongue stretch as if to hit you g-spot. "l-luffy, ohmygod," you practically feel yourself drip onto your step-mother's freakishly clean counter tops and half-heartedly try to think of a lie to tell her when she asks you about the stain. "tsk," you step-brother shakes his head so softly around your cunt, pulling back his drenched face just to nudge his digits into your hole instead, "don't worry about the mess, i'll clean it up all by myself." and from the way your step-brother was licking at you clit, drinking in every candied, syrupy essence out of you, you were sure he meant it. "just relax, and let me have my share." he husked into your bundle of nerves, right hand pumping and curling into your heat, "i got the rest, peach."
🍀roronoa zoro:
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💚"zoro?" you ask so softly, and your voice echoes back towards you from the empty changing room. your step-brother had asked you to come see him once his practice was over. he claimed it was an emergency, and wouldn't you be a terrible younger step-sister if you ignored your brother in a dire situation like this? "in here." his voice echoes from the shower as you meekly find yourself walking to one of the closed stalls. calling out again, you stand in front of the stall, "zoro?" the door opens momentarily and you're pulled in by his sturdy hand on your wrist. as soon as your gain some semblance of sanity, you're face to face with your step-brother. the shower is still running in the background, and water droplets softly run down his ripped, naked body. "what's the emergency?" you ask softly but zoro brings his hands up to your lips, softly swiping his thumb across your pouty bottom lip before meeting your eyes. he rasps, "i had a shit match. 'm so angry right now, think you can make it better, pretty?" you nodded, knowing just what would cheer your brother up. after all, that's what a good step-sister should do! sinking down to your knees, you gaze up at him one last time before softly grabbing his aching, erect cock in your hands. zoro moans at your soft touches, and it spurs you to lick his tip leisurely. your hands move up and down over and over again as his tip slips past your lips. you taste his beading pre on your tongue and your thighs rub against each-other as you feel the wetness build up in your panties. "good girl." zoro husks, throwing his head back and guiding you to softly take more of him in. he tastes like he always does: sea-salt and something tangy, and you hum around the familiar taste, "jus' like that, so, so good for me." you hum around him again, gagging just a little bit as his tip kisses the back of throat, "r-really?" "of course." zoro hums, pulling you off his aching cock to let you breathe, "think ya can take it whole?" you nod with conviction and the green-haired jock smears his tip across your lips, smirking down at the way you part your mouth to let him line it easier, "cute." he guides you to take him past your glossy lips, "take it. take it whole."
🫐vinsmoke sanji:
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💙"and how does this one taste?" sanji asks innocently, feeding you a bite from the cake he had baked, "good?" you nod, words wobbling, "'s r-eally good, sanji." "awh," your step-mother claps, "'m so glad you both are working hard together for the bake sale! alright, i'm off to the market. be good, both of you." "of course." sanji nods and you feel him press his erection onto you from behind. teasing you. telling you just what was waiting for you. you were lucky that your lower halves were hidden by the kitchen island otherwise your step-mother would have seen that sanji had his hands down your shorts, teasing your clit while pretending he was such a saint. as soon as you both hear the woman slam the front-door and leave, sanji drops his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent like a man crazed. his forefinger and thumb pinch your clit so meanly and you buck into him as a result, "s-sanji." "don't you think you should thank me?" your step-brother rasps, pulling your folds apart so he could thumb your clit better, "i helped you bake for your sale." "th-thankyou." you stutter at the way his fingers keep circling your sensitive nub, "how should i... thank you?" "let me make you cum." he hums definitively, slipping his hand further to let one finger inside you, "ah, you always feel this good. 's almost addictive." "it... it is?" you buck into his hand, desperately rutting to get the friction on your clit from him. but sanji never let you beg, ofcourse. he riles you up instead, "what's that, baby? want more?" and the blonde shoves another finger without you nodding. curling his digits, he moans at the way your gummy walls clench around him, how your wetness was dripping down his hand and wetting your short, how you brought your own up hand to your tits to play with your perky nipples. "you're so cute." sanji hums, pumping into you without faltering, "come on, pretty girl. cum all over me. let me taste you."
🦋portgas d. ace:
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🧡"tsk, wrong again?" your older step-brother softly shakes his head. if it weren't for the slight smirk in his tone, you would have thought he was seriously disappointed in you. "'m sorry." you mumble, hips squirming as as he wraps his muscled arms around your waist to hold you still. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, softly whispering to you, "y'know i had to skip hanging out with my friends to help you do this assignment. and now? you're getting all of them wrong." "i cannot focus..." your voice trembles and he laughs in return, "really? why not?" he hums, "you know how busy i am, right?" and you did! you knew he was busy with his own things and asking for his help over this uni assignment was stupid... but, he was always so good at teaching, that you had to ask him. "tell me..." he wonders aloud, "why cannot you focus?" but how could you? you were stuffed full of your step-brothers cock. his length stayed unmoving inside you, and the way you could feel every little vein against your velvety walls. he was so mean! he said he would fuck you once you finished your assignment, until them let him cockwarm in you. but it had been so long and he was still unmoving!! "ah, well... you know the punishment." he whispers in mock distress, and your pussy trembles against his length in anticipation. his hand comes down on your clit. a harsh, little slap that has you dripping down his length and wet both your clothes. "try again." ace says definitively, "c'mon, you're surely not as dumb as you're acting." and then, something clicks. "hah, unless..." your step-brother's fingers come down to tease your exposed, overstimulated clit again, "you're purposefully getting them wrong because you want me to do..." he slaps your cunt again, "this?" "no!" you shake your head, voice growing even weaker, "i- i didn't. promise." but he just grins, "shit. if you liked that so much, should've told me sooner, princess."
🪻trafalgar d. water law:
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💜"you know i need to practice, right?" your step-brother repeats and you nod in return, "i... i know. don't worry, law." you knew he was a med student, and you knew how important it was for him to be able to understand the human body from a close, physical point of view! and especially, for him to better examine women, he needed to understand them well, didn't he? and well, that's where you came in. you lay in his bed, your arms and legs tied to the leg posts as law peers down at you, "let me just see how you react, okay?" you nod and law brings the buzzing toy to your glistening cunt. as the vibrator comes in contact with your exposed clit, you involuntarily jerk your hips away, eyes clenching shut in delight. your hips stutter all-too-pathetically and law takes the toy away to note something down. your tattooed doctor looks down at you as if scrutinizing you, "hm, feel good?" and you can't help but nod desperately, "y-yes." "then, tell me." there's this sadistic glint in his eyes, "i told you, talk to me through it. how else would i know how you react, right?" "i-i'm sorry." you catch your wobbling lips under your teeth, a sorry expression plastered to your face as law slowly brings the toy back to your anticipating body. "f-feels good, law." you stutter as the toy constantly nags against your sensitive nub, and law nods as if he's serious, "does it? describe it better for me, could you?" "it feels..." your words get stuck in your throat, eyes widening at the lewd things you're about to say. you avert your gaze, "i- don't wanna say such things." "oh?" law quirks an eyebrow, his lips pressed into a thin line as if unveiling his disappointment. your stomach drops at his reaction. after all, what kind of step-sister were you?! he mumbles gravely, "but it's for my study, y'know that. there's no shame in helping your older step-brother, right?" "i-" your step-brother gives you a re-assuring nod, and your voice trembles as he teases you, "it f-feels good... like my body's gonna explode, an-and it's good." "it's good?" he repeats and you nod, trying to rest your eyes on him despite your squirming body, "y-yes." "that's a relief." he huffs, pressing the toy against your clit harshly now, "i'm glad my girl's having fun." law exchanges the toy for his thumb instead, giving you a soft smile, "let me see how this feels for you."
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a/n: hahahaha I SWEAR IM SANE!!! I SWEAR!!! yes, my digital footprint goes crazy, thanks for asking. don't ask again. also. the feminine urge to write the all of these drabbles longer and without step-cest... hm, anyone on board?? anyways, glad to see you having fun you filthy, filthy person :// m.list
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foreingersgod · 4 months ago
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you’re caroline harvey fic absolutely ate. please write more for her there’s such a lack of fics 😫
Scaredy Cat . CH
pairing: caroline harvey x reader
A/N: i had to rewrite this 3 times because it kept sounding super awkward, so if this is horrible, im sorry LOL
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“maybe we should watch something else, babe…” caroline offered from the spot next to you on the bed. she had an arm wrapped lazily around your shoulder, legs tangled with yours under the sheets “it’s gonna get you scared and then you won’t be able to sleep”
it was a simple date-night-in on a gloomy saturday. the rain pouring heavily outside made it impossible to continue with your original plans, forcing you and caroline to resort to a movie night in your shared apartment. in all honesty, you didn’t mind-you’d much rather snuggle up in bed with your girlfriend, snacking on a half eaten box of pizza and throwing on a show. you had been scrolling through netflix for what felt like an eternity until you came upon the horror section, recognizing a movie poster that you thought looked quite interesting. you turned to caroline with a pleading look, begging her agree to watch it with you. but she knew you more than you knew yourself and was quite quick to suggest something else.
she knew you were jumpy person, easily paranoid over little things, so she was aware that watching this movie wouldn’t end like you thought it would. you always claimed to like horror movies-love them, in fact-but without fail, you’d end up shutting it off before it even got to the good part. she thought she’d spare you of the jumpscares and inevitably the nightmares you were sure to have by picking a different movie.
“but it looks so good!” you pouted, bottom lip jutting out as you gave her your best puppy dog eyes. a look you knew she could never refuse “i promise i won’t chicken out! please?”
she rose her eyebrows at you, head tilting to the side in distrust. but you doubled nonetheless as you continued your pleas.
“alight alight, fine” she agreed, rolling her eyes “but i don’t want to hear about how scared you are when we go to bed, got it?”
you smiled almost instantly, shaking your shoulders in excitement and pressing play on the movie. your body scooted closer to caroline’s and your hand found its way to her sweatpant-clad thigh. an off key, eerie music emitted from the screen as the movie began to roll.
“i’m a woman of my word” you said, waving her off “it’s probably not even that scary, i’m sure i’ll be fine”
famous last words.
like caroline had expected, your excitement was short lived. only 20 minutes had passed before you were jolting in your seat and clinging onto her arm. it took all she had to not burst out laughing every time one of the jumpscares took you by surprise. she noticed how your hand squeezed her bicep every time one of the scenes got increasingly suspenseful, how you would cover eyes with one hand with your fingers parted slightly.
finally the movie ended after a huge plot twist, resulting in you letting out a relieved sigh. just like you had promised, you made it the entire way through.
“so,” caroline began, watching the credits take over the screen as she turned the TV off. she looked over to you, fear practically radiating off of your body “was it worth it?”
“yea” you nodded as you chewed on the inside of your cheek “not bad at all”
it was quite obvious that you were lying. from the meekness of your voice to the extensive clingy-ness, caroline knew that you were more deceiving than you intended to let on. but despite that, she wanted to let you have your moment of pride and let you workout the fright yourself.
“y’sure? you’re looking a bit pale, babe. gonna make it through the night?”
“i’m fine!” you shrugged it off once more, slumping down on the bed and pulling the comforter up over your body abruptly. sleep seemed to be the only thing to soothe your mind. your feet found company with hers as you grappled for any source of comforting touch “can we just go to bed now?”
caroline obliged as to not press any further. you wouldn’t be a happy camper if she had proved you to be wrong. she followed in your actions, nuzzling into bed and pulling you flush against her chest like she always did. for several moments, it seemed the world was silent for the night. trees rustled outside your bedroom window, the frame of your apartment building creaking with each whoosh of the wind, the quiet breathes of your girlfriend hitting the nape of your neck softly. it was like any other night, drifting off to sleep with one another, until caroline felt you tossing and turning.
“YN,” she mumbled, half asleep. she sat up using her elbow to prop herself up as she gently shook your arm “what’s going on, you keep moving around over there?”
you muttered something into your pillow, your words incoherent to caroline. the restless movements of your limbs continued as she tried asking you again, only to be met with a defeated whimper.
“what?”
“i said,” you finally removed your face from your pillow, craning your neck so she could hear you better “i really need to pee”
“you-” she shook her head “if you need to pee, go to the bathroom…”
“but i can’t”
“why not?”
“because,” an embarrassed whisper escaped your throat “i’m too…scared to get up”
her infectious laugh bounced off the walls of the bedroom. a sound soothing enough to make you forget about the pressure on your bladder for a swift moment. you groaned as she carefully pulled the duvet down the bed.
“alright, scaredy cat” the bed dipped as she threw her legs off the mattress, feet already planted on the plush carpet “come on”
“huh?”
“i said come on” she was now on your side of the bed, searching in the dark for your hand blindly. she gripped it softly as she tugged you out of bed “i’ll go with you”
“you don’t have to do that” she guided you towards the bathroom with her hand still grasping onto yours. the ground beneath you creaked with each step, causing you to stay on high alert. you felt caroline’s thumb rub small circles on the skin of your hand to let you know she was right there with you.
“no,” she said, flipping the switch to the bathroom lights and ushering you in. she found residence on the sink counter, her legs kicking carelessly in the air “but i want to”
you couldn’t help but smile, a rosy blush creeping onto your cheeks. caroline had to the be the sweetest person on the planet. not everyone was so fortunate to have a partner that would escort them into the bathroom at 2 am after watching a scary movie. you did your best to keep the bathroom break short, doing your business quickly as you felt guilty for waking your girlfriend up.
“better?” she asked as you washed your hands.
“much” you sighed before facing her, letting your arms drape across her shoulders as you melted into her embrace “thank you, baby, you’re the best”
“anything for my girl” she grinned. the scent of her berry chapstick lingered on her lips as she leaned into you, placing a chaste kiss to your lips “but that was the last time you’re watching a scary movie, i told you that you were gonna get scared”
“okay whatever” you joked, releasing her from your grasp as you headed back to bed “maybe i just wanted you to protect me”
you both climbed back under the covers, the mattress below you still warm from your weight. the night was still peaceful, everything just the same as you had left it. your bodies fell back into their typical positions as you placed a hand atop her chest.
“mmm” she mumbled, burying her face in the crook of your neck once again “you know i always will”
“yea,” you said, feeling how her heartbeat slowed under your touch, indicating she was nearly asleep. with heavy eyelids, you let yourself do the same as you drifted into a similar slumber “i do”
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random-stardew-panda · 7 months ago
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Harvey (SDV) x reader(female)
Warnings: Language, Violence, Death, Nightmares
Word count: 2.6k
Helloooo everyone! New blog dedicated to my rekindled Stardew Valley obsession. First fic obviously must go to my beloved doctor, you will be seeing him here a lot. I hope you enjoy and hope you don't hold my terrible grammar and probably terrible spelling against me 😅 I have no excuse. English is all I speak and I do it terribly.
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You’ve had an exhausting day, it was the end of the season and you had been fishing all day for the last fish you needed for the community centre and the ones you needed just were not biting.
“Finally!!” You squealed as you reeled up the last fish you needed, sighing loudly you stretched your limbs and groaned as your joints crack softly. It was so much later than you realised, it was already dark out.
You wandered through the town square, eyelids drooping, trying to stay awake when you passed the calendar and help wanted board and your eyes shot open as you rushed over and let your finger scroll over the date and you curse yourself. You had accepted a quest from Clint a week ago to kill 50 Slimes you hadn’t gotten around to finishing it, too busy trying to finish these fishing bundles, today was the last day left! You let your forehead fall against the wall as you look down at your watch, 7pm, you could finish and get home in time surely? You only had 7 left to kill, easy work.
“Harvey is always upset when I get home late…oh but I promised Clint. Uhg…one more late night won’t kill him, I’ll just give him some extra kisses. He can’t stay mad at me.” You giggled and slowly pushed yourself off of the wall and started making your way to the mountains and down into the caves. The trail to the caves felt extra long tonight, you splashed your face in the lake trying to wake yourself up a bit before you entered the caves.
You slash at the monsters in the cave, stumbling at the force behind your swing, you were panting and clinging to the wall of the cave. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all…You felt so, so tired…No. No! You only had one more left. You glance down at your watch, 12am…damn it really was getting late.
“One left. One more. I got this…I got this…” You mumble to yourself, repeating the sentiment that you could do this as you start climbing down the ladder, using the inside of your elbow, squeezing the ladder rungs between your forearm and bicep to help support your weary muscles as you climb down, shaking a little bit, two steps from the bottom you lose your footing and slip off the ladder.
“AH!” Your body hits the floor and your head bounces off the ground, you squeeze your eyes shut and lift a shaky hand to your bleeding head, the room feels like it was spinning. “Ow…” you lay there flat on your back on the ground for a moment staring up at the ceiling as a ringing filled your ears, it was at this point you hear the familiar squelching sound of slimes approaching.
With great effort and loud groans you push yourself up onto your hands and knees and are met with 5 slimes, using your sword to push yourself up to your feet you lunge at one of them slashing it in half, your vision is spinning and everything is blurry and out of focus you were cursing yourself, this had been a horrible idea. With every slash at the creatures you staggered trying to catch yourself, every hit from the monsters was causing worse aches in your muscles, cuts and bruises littered your body and you were getting to a point where you had embedded your sword into the ground using it to keep yourself upright leaning on it more than actually attacking the monsters, you desperately tried to kick the slimes away and with the hand that wasn’t white knuckling your sword you tried to swat away the insects cutting into your flesh with their sharp claws. The few slimes left leap up attacking you, smashing into your chest the sudden force knocks you back to the floor, you desperately try to reach out and grab your sword, your hand sliding down your sword slices your palm open as you topple over your head once again hitting the hard ground of the cave, you fall unconscious.
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Linus had seen the farmer go into the mines hours ago but he hadn't seen her leave yet, the farmer always took the path past his tent through the back of the mountains to get back to the farm late at night. He was getting anxious it was almost 2am he had a terrible feeling something was wrong. Linus walked over to the adventures guild and started pounding on the door. After several moments the door was yanked open and a very disgruntled Marlon was standing infront of Linus.
“What?!” Marlon growls a deep frown set in his features.
“I think the Farmer is in trouble. She is still in the mines…”
Marlon groans and turns back into the guild, leaving the door open as he reaches over the counter and pulls his sword up into his arms. He walks out of the guild, pushing past Linus, slamming the door behind him.
“That kid is going to be the death of me…let's go then.” Marlon sheaths his sword and rubs his forehead.
The two men head into the mines, every level was littered with dead creatures and exposed ladders, the farmer had definitely been here. They made their way down more levels of the mines.
“Oh Yoba!!” Linus yells as they round a corner and are met with an unconscious farmer being smothered by creatures, cave insects, slimes, even a stray cave crab was slashing at their defenceless body.
“Well fuck.” Marlon unsheathed his sword and starts slicing at all the creatures making quick work of them. “Get the farmer!!” He yells at Linus as he brings his sword down piercings the crab.
Linus grabs the farmer under her arms and starts dragging her body towards the ladder leaving a trail of blood in the dirt. Marlon quickly grabs the farmers sword off the ground and rushes over to the ladder. Marlon grabs the farmers legs and they quickly climb up to a level with an elevator. As soon as Marlon saw the elevator he grabs the farmer off of Linus and starts carrying her by himself.
“Is she okay? She doesn't look like she is breathing!” Linus is fussing over the unconscious farmer the entire time they are in the elevator. A loud ding sounds and the doors open to the main level of the mines. Marlon sighs with relief.
“Linus. Go get Robin to call the farmhouse. Call Harvey. Get him to the clinic. Tell him Y/n needs him NOW!”
Linus rushes out of the mines sprinting towards Robins house. Marlon follows behind him carrying the limp unconscious body of the farmer in his arms. Marlon kept glancing down at the farmers face he was trying so desperately not to show how alarmed he was. Everyone else was going to freak out someone needed to be to be calm and reasonable but tears filled his eyes as he thought about how injured his dear friend was, was she going to make it…? He shook his head and kept heading out the mountains. No, he couldn’t think like that, he was going to get them to the clinic in time and Harvey was going to save her.
Marlon was rushing past Robins house, the door was wide open, he was the chaos inside, Linus and Robin were practically screaming into the phone as they saw Marlon and the injured farmer rush past the house down towards the town. Maru was pushing past everyone in the hallway, shoving them out of the way as she rushed out to catch up to Marlon.
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*RINGGG RIIINGGG RINGG*
Harvey groaned and rolled over in bed to hold his wife and was suddenly aware of the absence of the second person in his bed he frowned and rubbed his eyes gently tapping around on the bed trying to find her.
*RINGGG RINGGG*
Harvey groans and flings his hand over to the nightstand and blindly feels around until the phone is in his hands.
“Hello?” His voice was gruff and tired.
“Harvey you need to get to the clinic now!!” He was met with Robins frantic voice and he sat up finally starting to wake up.
“Robin? Calm down tell me what is happening?”
“HARVEY NOW YOU NEED TO GO NOW. IT Y/N!” Robin sounded like she was about to burst into tears.
Harvey’s heart stopped, he looked up at the clock on the wall, 2am? She wasn’t home…? His mind was running through every single injury she had ever gotten. Every operation he has had to preform. Every single time he scolded her for staying out so late, for being so reckless. A horrible feeling of dread was starting to choke him.
“I’m leaving right now.” Harvey hung up the phone and flung the blankets of off him.
Harvey was practically flying out of the house, stumbling over his own feet as he grabbed a coat off the hanger and slid his shoes on without even tying the laces. He slammed the door behind him so hard it shook the wall slightly as he ran out of the farmhouse.
Harvey was sprinting towards the town square, towards his clinic, he was fumbling with the keys in his coat pocket. The cold night air was making his tears feel cold. By the time he reached the clinic he was out of breath and trying his hardest not to breakdown but his mind was racing with every horrible outcome. What kind of shape would she be in when she got here? He was pacing around the clinic preparing everything he thought he might need.
It took 10 minutes for Marlon to reach the clinic, Maru rushed in first and held the door open, the sound of the bell dinging caused Harvey to stop dead in his tracks and stare teary eyed at Maru, who looked equally distressed.
“H…Harvey…she isn’t breathing…” Maru has tears in her eyes.
Marlon entered the clinic holding the farmers limp body and he looked like he was about to start shaking and crying. Marlon places the farmer down on an examination table Harvey had already prepared. Harvey was looking wide eyed at Maru for a moment before he rushes over to the table and tries to take his wife’s pulse but he can’t find one, tears are streaming down his face as he stares at his wife, her bruised cut up body laying there in front of him. Maru was softly crying and Marlon was leaning in the corner of the room with an unreadable expression.
“No. No she isn’t…She can’t be.” Harvey climbs up on the table and starts doing CPR.
“Harvey.” Maru steps closer to him but he doesn’t stop, he leans down pressing his lips to his wife breathing air into her lungs.
“Wake up…wake up!” he is pushing down harder against her chest.
“Harvey.”
“NO! SHE IS OKAY. WAKE UP!” Tears are rolling off his cheeks as he keeps giving her chest compressions, leaning down trying desperately to force air into her lungs.
“HARVEY!” Maru yells at him with tears streaming down her face.
“NO SHE CAN’T BE. SHE…she can’t…” His compressions slow down.
“Harvey…” Maru puts a hand on his arm urging him to get down and he shoves her hand away.
He leans down collapsing onto his wife’s body and starts sobbing, he clings to her, wrapping his arms around her as tight as he can.
“Harvey…man you have to stop…” Marlon grabs Harvey’s shoulder and tries to pull him off.
“GET OFF OF ME!” Harvey sobs trying to shove Marlon away.
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Harvey shoots straight up in bed he tried to scream it came out as a strangled wail his voice cracked, his eyes were filled with tears. He was gripping at his heaving chest, gasping desperately for breath. His eyes were darting around the room as he struggled to breathe.
“Harvey…?” You softly whisper as you sit up in bed and place a hand on his arm softly, looking up at him with sleepy eyes you find his hand covering his mouth as he sobs, wide eyed and straight ahead.
“Harvey?! Are you okay? Sweetheart what happened…what's wrong??” You sit up higher on the bed and place one hand on his chest and the other gently on his cheek rubbing your thumb softly over his face whipping away the tears that were streaming over his cheeks.
“H…Harvey..? What's wrong talk to me what happened..? Harvey darling…?” Your voice was shaking a little full of concern
He doesn't even speak as he jerks forward and wraps his arms around you pulling you tightly against his chest as he cries hard into your shoulder
“oh!…Harvey…” you wrap your arms around his head holding him against you, gently running your fingers through his hair softly scratching at his scalp “shhh….shh it's alright sweetheart…it's okay shhh I'm right here it's okay…” his grip on you tightened clinging to you like you were about to disappear, like his arms were the only thing holding you to the earth.
“You were gone…” his voice cracks as he whispers softly continuing to cry into the crook of your neck. “You were…gone and I couldn't save you. I couldn't…” he is gasping for air as he sobs
“hey...hey shhh breathe…breathe I'm right here. I'm right here okay? I'm not gone. I am right here, you have me in your arms, see?” You squeeze him a bit tighter before cupping both his cheeks and lifting his head in your hands so he can look into your eyes
“You were gone y/n…you were g…gone…” he is clinging to you tighter it was a bit uncomfortable but you didn't say anything “You were dea-” he gasps and more tears fill his eyes as he looks into your face “You were dead! You…you were dead in my arms and I couldn't do anything to save you. You were in the mines and I failed you and you were gone. You were gone and you weren't ever coming back.”
You are running your thumbs over his cheekbones as you lean forward and softly kiss him.
“Harvey. I am right here. You need to take a breath and calm down, you are getting yourself all worked up. I am right here. I am right here. Take a breath honey…” you press another more chaste kiss to his lips before pulling him back into a tight hug.
“You're safe..?” He whispers quietly.
“I'm safe.”
“…You aren't going to leave…?”
“Harvey sweetheart. I'm right here and I'm never leaving you okay? Never. I'm staying here with you forever.”
“…P…promise…?” He sniffles quietly as his tears slowly stop.
“Harvey look at me. Hey look at me. I promise you. I promise I am not leaving. I know I'm a little…uh…reckless in the mines sometimes and I'm so sorry I didn't know it was upsetting you this much. I'll be more careful. I promise. Come back to sleep…” you softly rub his chest “I promise I'll be here in the morning too.” You kiss his cheek as he pulls you down onto his chest, holding you tight against his body, he sighs deeply as you snuggle up with him.
“I love you so much My Love…you mean the world to me.” Harvey sighs quietly as he squeezes you tighter. You kiss his cheek a few times softly rubbing your nose against his jaw.
“I love you Harvey. Always.” You softly trace invisible patterns over his chest as he slowly drifts off to sleep, you stay up a while after he falls asleep making sure he sleeps soundly. His arm draps loosely over you even as he sleeps he wants to feel you close to him.
“Goodnight Harvey...” You kiss him one last time, smiling softly and put your head down on his chest letting yourself finally fall back asleep.
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bambisspeckles · 27 days ago
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Couples Costumes ✿ Flufftober Day Nine -- Simon
Summary: You and Simon have a hard time agreeing on a couples costume! WC: 758 <3 Song of the day: Cherry ❁ Lana Del Rey
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"Okay, okay! What about this one? It's cute and I'd get to dress up like a deer!" You tug on the sleeve of Simon's jacket, pointing at the screen of your computer with your other hand.
He groans loudly and you could practically hear his eyes rolling as he begrudgingly drags his gaze to the screen of your laptop.
"A hunter and a deer? You serious?" He asks unimpressed. "Don' really wanna go as some fetish version of bambi." You gasp as his crude joke, jabbing your elbow into his arm.
"It's not fetish, it's cute! But fine you've ruined it for me anyways." Now it's your turn to roll your eyes, annoyed with your boyfriends exclusive taste when it comes to couples costumes.
"Why do you even wan' to dress up? Bit childish, no?" You let out a scoff, glaring daggers in his direction.
"I do not want to hear that coming from the same man who cosplays as a fucking ghost ninety percent of the year." Simon grumbles at your comment, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.
You gently push him away, whining softly at his teasing. He relents, chuckling meanly at your wordless complaint. You scroll through some more Pinterest boards, searching for perfect ideas, before finding, what you think, is a viable option for you and Simon.
"M'kay Si, what about this one? Isn't it fun?" Once again you can basically hear Simon roll his eyes as he places his phone on the table to look at your screen.
"The wolf and little red riding hood?" His stare far too judgmental for your liking. "Not sure if your ideas are gettin' better or worse sweethear'."
You groan, rolling your eyes so far back you would swear you could see the inside of your skull, before slamming your computer shut.
"Okay fine, I give up! No parties, no couples costumes, no candy, no Halloween!" You scoot your chair away from Simon's, which he promptly corrects by dragging you back over to him.
"No Simon.. Leave me alone I don't wanna sit next to you right now!" He sighs before shushing your petulant whines, and angling your chair towards his.
"Okay, relax. Do ya wanna tell me wha' your issue is love? Why's this botherin' you so much?" You ignore him at first, be then he grabs your face with his hand, squeezing your cheeks roughly.
A small whimper escapes your lips and you pull away, batting his hand away from your face.
"Fine, just stop squeezing my cheeks it hurts!" He chuckles under his breath and you scowl. "You're not making it any easier to talk with you Simon."
He presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling away with a gentle smile.
"Alright, M' done. C'mon, talk to me now sweethear'." You can tell he's actually done so you allow yourself a moment to compose your emotions before speaking.
"I know this is silly to you Simon. The costumes, especially the couple ones, the parties, the cheap scares… But to me it's fun and whimsical, and you're not even bothering to pretend you care! It makes me not want to do anything at all, and that really sucks." Your bottom lip sits in a pout and Simon feels bad, honestly he does.
He sighs, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap. He nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and sucking gently until he feels your body relax in his arms.
"M' sorry love. Was bein' a right bastard, didn' mean to ruin your fun." You hum, taking in his words as he continues to kiss the sensitive skin of your neck.
It really would piss you off more if you didn't know his apology was sincere.
"Can do whateva' you wan' for Halloween, okay? Dress-up as whoever you wan', promise I won't be an arsehole." He finally pulls himself from your neck, his pretty brown eyes staring into yours.
"But I want you to have fun too… Don't wanna drag you into it if you're not gonna have fun." Simon tilts his face towards yours and you quickly get the message, letting him press a soft kiss to your lips.
"M' happy either way love, long as you're happy I couldn' ask for anythin' more." You smile, pressing another kiss to his lips.
"Promise?" You ask, head tilted to the side.
"Swear on my life love, I'd kill someone to prove it."
He would, he probably has before, not that he'd ever tell you. Not that you'd ever know.
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azzibuckets · 4 months ago
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do some based off of the paige and azzi show overtime videos. like a story of paige being a better driver or azzi being scared of the dark. idk just like one of those overtime vids
that’s how petty she is [pazzi]
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
a/n: love this idea!! probably gonna turn this into a fluffy series/collection of oneshots with each overtime episode being a different blurb lol
word count: 700
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“You then went and unliked all of them [my Instagram posts]. That’s how petty she is.”
“Who would take the time to do that?”
“You.”
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“Paige.”
Silence.
Azzi rapped the door harder. “Paige, this isn’t funny! Open the damn door.”
“No!” Paige’s voice was muffled, her face buried into her blankets as she sulked like a child. “Not until you apologize.”
Azzi tried the handle again, shaking it violently before giving up with a sigh. “You’re being incredibly immature right now.”
The door slowly swung open to reveal a glowering Paige, her lips twisted into a half scowl half frown. Azzi bit back a smile, knowing that laughing would make her girlfriend even angrier. But she couldn’t help but be amused at the sight of Paige trying to look all angry at Azzi when she was literally enveloped in Azzi’s oversized sweater, the sleeves hanging off her hands.
Azzi followed the older girl as she flopped on the bed and resumed using her phone. “Come on, babe. Don’t be mad.” She tried to rub Paige’s back soothingly, but the blonde only dramatically turned away with a scowl still embedded on her face as she tapped away on her phone.
“Why are you looking at?” Azzi asked, growing increasingly frustrated yet curious at what could be so possibly interesting to captivate her girlfriend’s entire attention at the moment. When Paige only continued giving her the silent treatment, Azzi scooted closer and hovered over her shoulder. Her mouth dropped in disbelief as Paige’s fingers flurried across her screen that was opened up to Azzi’s Instagram profile, removing a like from each post.
“There’s no fucking way right now.” In an instant, Paige’s phone was in her hand.
“Hey! Give that back!” Paige whined, reaching for the phone.
“Unliking all my posts? Seriously, Paige? Are you five?”
Paige squinted at Azzi.
“All because I said Steph was my favorite basketball player?” Azzi scrolled through her posts, eyebrows furrowing further and further down in surprise at how Paige had managed to remove a heart from almost one hundred posts within a mere two minutes.
“Exactly.” Paige’s hands were on her hips now, a perfect pose of sassiness that made Azzi pinch the bridge of her nose in exasperation. “I’m your favorite basketball player. I thought we established this?”
“The interviewer was looking for a serious answer,” Azzi huffed.
“I don’t care,” Paige said. “I always say you’re my favorite. I expect due diligence from my best friend.”
“Girlfriend,” Azzi corrected.
Paige only smirked.
“You’re so infuriating, you know that?” Azzi muttered, tossing Paige’s phone on the bed before settling her hands around the curve of the older girl’s waist.
“If I’m not your favorite player,” Paige said, batting her eyelashes innocently, “there’s no reason I should be liking all your posts. I’m not your fan.”
“And have I mentioned how petty you are?”
Paige’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “You’re calling me a lot of names right now for someone who just committed an unforgivable act of betrayal.”
“Okay, fine.” Azzi relented, knowing Paige’s stubbornness would keep them in circles. “You are my favorite basketball player. Of all time. Pro or college. Men or women’s. Got it?”
“Say that again?” Paige tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I didn’t hear it the first time.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Paige grabbed Azzi’s hands, tangling their fingers together and pulling her into bed with her. “Maybe your treason won’t be so unforgivable if you promise to watch all the Shrek movies with me tonight. With cuddles.”
“You don’t even like Shrek!”
Paige smiled smugly. “I know. But you hate them, and it’s funny to watch you roll your eyes every five seconds.”
In all honesty, nothing sounded better than being cocooned in a swath of blankets with her girlfriend while binging movies and cuddling. But she couldn’t let Paige know that. So Azzi made sure to groan loudly when Paige turned on the TV, pressing a kiss to the blonde’s head in order to hide her smile in her hair.
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“You shouldn’t need an Instagram like to validate the fact that I mess with a picture.” Paige added, laughed as she said these words, but she wondered if Azzi knew how true her statement really was. About how, whenever they were separated for more than a couple days, the last thing she’d do before going to sleep every night was to open up Azzi’s Instagram to scroll mindlessly through her posts, just to be reminded of why she was the luckiest person in the entire world. At this point, Paige had probably memorized every photo in every dump that Azzi had ever posted, could recite every caption and every person tagged.
And whenever Azzi posted while they were apart, Paige found herself screenshotting and saving every photo. I mean, how could she not? Her girlfriend just looked so good. So what, maybe more than half of Azzi’s posts were unliked, but Paige could guarantee that all of them were in her camera roll.
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luvacookie · 9 months ago
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armin helps one of his best friends with her physics lectures.
❥ warnings : mildly nerdy ! armin, shitty physics terminology, not proof read, oral (f & m receiving), face fucking, slight degrading, praise, softdom ! armin, sub ! reader, blk fem coded.
❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : i needed to write smthing for minnie, it woulda been so criminal if i didn't omg
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“armin, are you coming?”
he shook his head, eyes not leaving his computer screen. “can’t. promised y/n i’d help her with her studying.”
eren groaned, staring at his bestfriend. “arminnn. can’t you cancel? you’re always with that sophomore.”
“dude, i promised. i’m not going.”
eren sighed. he left his room, closing the door behind him. armin closed his computer screen, rubbing his tired eyes.
his phone began buzzing beside him and he picked it up, smiling at the contact photo of you and him.
“arminnnn! are you still coming over?”
“of course i am princess, in about fifteen minutes. why? are you okay?” he responded, his eyes still closed.
“yes yes, i just wanted to know if you would be down for pizza after? my treat.”
he smiled. “sure, anything you want.”
you grinned, kicking your feet on your bed. “mkayyy, see you soon.”
you hung up, dropping your phone besides you.
“you’re so in love it’s sickening,” annie commented from her desk, picking at her chipped nail polish.
you scoffed. “i am not in love. armin is my best friend is all.”
she rolled her eyes, picking up her bag. “whatever you say. i’m going to reiner’s now, don’t fuck on my bed.”
you ignored her, scrolling through your phone. once you heard the door click shut you jumped out of bed, picking out an outfit.
you settled on some checkered pyjama bottoms and a pink lacy crop top, just in time for armin to knock on your front door.
“hiii,” you greeted him, pulling him in for a hug.
he hugged you back tightly, his arms wrapping around your waist. “you okay?”
you nodded enthusiastically, letting him go and dragging him into your dorm.
“make yourself comfy, i’m gonna go grab my stuff,” you told him, leaving him to re-familiarise himself with your accommodation.
he wandered aimlessly, picking up little trinkets he hadn't noticed before that you and annie had placed around the living room. he had been taking a photo of baby you and your family when you walked back in the room, books in arm.
"mkay, i'm ready, where do you wanna start?" you asked, making yourself comfy at your small dining room table.
he sat beside you, flipping through your pretty physics notes. "how about here?" he pointed to the notes you made last lecture.
you nodded enthusiastically, pulling out your laptop. you typed in your password and armin's heart could have burst at seeing you and him on your home screen.
"i remember this day," he said, smiling at the photo of the two of you.
you pulled your screen towards you, hiding it from him. “aha, yeah…”
armin watched you shuffle in your seat, typing in your needed web page before turning the screen the right way.
you settled, flipping to a clean page in your notebook. “mkay, so i don’t get these points…”
hours passed as you tried to force physics into your head, desperate to drag your average up.
armin watched as you became became frustrated, sighing and pouting how you do when your annoyed.
“ ‘min i just can’t remember, i don’t wanna waste your time. accept that i’m just bad,” you sighed, burying your head on the countless flash cards on your desk.
“i don’t think your bad, in fact i think you’re quite smart, just distracted,” he hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk.
“no. i’m just bad,” you giggled sadly, rubbing your eyes.
“do you trust me?” he asked, disregarding your statement.
“yeah, of course,” you responded instantly. you did trust him, with your life practically.
he stood up from the table, grabbing you by the hand.
“where are we going?” you asked, letting him lead you to wherever.
he pushed your bedroom door open, locking it behind you. your heart jumped slightly in your throat, wondering what it was that armin had in mind.
"still trust me?" he asked, his eyes trailing over your body.
you nodded meekly, moving back to sit on your soft bed covers.
"i'm gonna help you focus, my way," he mumbled, stalking towards you.
a slight shiver erupted over your body, the way his blue eyes stared at you did criminal things to your state of mind.
"what is your way?"
he sank down in front of you, settling on his knees. your heart was seriously on the verge of spitting itself up, the view of armin on his knees in front of you felt religious.
his hands played with the waist band of your pyjamas, tugging them down agonizingly slow, leaving you in your plain white thong.
his hands rested on your knees gently, slowly prying them apart, which you let happen with no resistance, something that pleased him.
he slowly kissed his way up your plush thighs, nipping every so often, making you release little whimpers. music to his ears.
just as he reached the damp spot on your panties he looked up at you, his eyes inspecting your face. you whined, squeezing your thighs together lightly to get him to keep going.
"what's the equation to hooke's law?" he asked innocently, scraping his blunt nails up and down your inner thigh.
you blinked, confused. he hummed and placed a light kiss to your clit through your panties, making you whine out for him.
"tell me then."
you fumbled over your words, you knew the answer to this but it was hard to think of much when a god-sent angel was on the verge of making you cum.
"s-spring constant times the stretch," you whined, reaching your hand out to comb through his hair.
he placed a kiss on your thigh and then your clit, moving his hands to your ass to pull you in closer. he moved his hands to your panties, pulling them down to leave your pussy bare for him.
you whined at the feeling of his breath tickling you, a contrast to your normally cold room. he rubbed slow circles on your clit, making you moan lowly.
"equation for resistance," he mumbled, looking at your face.
"f-fuck armin i-" you whined out.
he pulled away from you, making you pout and breathe heavily.
"don't give me that face princess. the more you get right the quicker you get to cum," he mocks, tracing light shapes on your inner thigh.
you sighed, annoyed. "i don't know armin! please! i promise i'll be a good girl for you—"
he shook his head, giving you a small smirk. "goddamn it. i can't say no to you when you beg like that."
he doesn't give you a chance to respond as he continues his assault on your clit, switching between sucking and licking. he enters his middle finger gently, fucking you with it softly, the contradiction making your brain hurt.
you lie down on the bed, the stimulation throwing you off guard. "fuck min- i'm gonna-"
he shushes you, his mouth unwavering, the vibrations making the coil in your belly unwind faster. he moves his finger inside you quicker, feeling you squeeze him tighter.
"mm- shit- cumming-!" you moan, the pleasure washing over you.
that didn't stop armin from devouring you, he wasn't done with you just yet.
he only began to let up when your thighs threatened to crush his head, not that he would have complained if they did. he left small, wet kisses as he trailed along back to your mouth, kissing you feverishly.
you could taste yourself on his tongue, enjoying the freak nature that armin was displaying with you. he pulled away from you slowly, a clear string of spit following him as he studied you with low eyes.
“gonna be a good girl f’me ? like you promised baby ?” he asked, reaching for your hand. he carefully moved you to the floor, placing you on your knees in front of him.
you nodded eagerly, willing to go to the edge of the earth for this man to give you another orgasm. “i will, min.”
he smirked at you, moving your hand towards the tent that had grown in his sweats. you started working as if you were on autopilot, palming him roughly and drawing out low groans from the back of his throat.
“can i pull these down please ?” you said, breaking armin’s momentary bliss.
“of course you can baby,” he responded, watching your perfectly polished acrylic nails break past the waist band of his sweats and boxers in one go.
you pulled them down slowly, letting his dick snap up and slap against the lower part of his stomach. you had been staring for too long as armin tapped your pink lips with his tip.
“open up baby,” he mumbled, watching your jaw widen to fit him in comfortably.
you let the saliva build in your mouth before you started bobbing up and down slowly, swirling your tongue over the tip. armin let out low whimpers, grabbing your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail.
you began to pick up the pace, balancing by placing one of your hands his thighs and using the other to rub the length that couldn’t fit inside your mouth.
“fuuuuck baby girl… just like that, use that tongue of yours hm,” he encouraged, lightly pushing your head further down his length.
the intrusion of his dick grazed the back of your throat, making it constrict and you gag and causing him to let out a particularly loud moan. spit began pooling out of your mouth and travelling down him and your face. you eventually tapped out, coming up for the air your lungs were lacking.
you inhaled deeply, your head resting on his thigh. “couldn’t breathe—”
armin pet your head softly, “did such a good job baby girl. can you finish it for me ?”
your breathing became less erratic so you nodded, desperate to do well for him. you took his length in your hand and moved up and down, squeezing as you reached the tip.
more strings of whimpers and moans escaped armin’s lips, his hand having a strong grip on the side of your hair as a way to relieve the pressure building up inside of him.
you kitten licked the tip and placed light kisses on it, causing his dick to twitch. when your breathing finally relaxed, you allowed his length to hit the back of your throat, causing armin to loose his mind.
he grabbed the back of your head and began abusing your mouth, using you however he liked.
“such a pretty fucking mouth huh? shame it belongs to such a slut, letting me fuck your face like this?” his voice came out hoarse, his hips beginning to stutter and slow.
you moaned at the roughness of his movements, the vibration and constriction being his final straw. without warning, his cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all.
“s-shit— are you okay baby ?” his normally soft demeanour returned, pulling his cock out your mouth and pulling you off the floor.
you nodded and opened your mouth to show armin that is cum was gone.
“swallowed all of it!” your voice came out rougher than usual.
he kissed your mouth gently, stroking the back of your head as he did.
“well done baby, i’m so proud of you,” he mumbled, pulling you in for a hug.
you welcomed his embrace, sinking into his body.
“get you all cleaned up then order that pizza ? we can be done with physics for today,” he said into the top of your head, the sound reverberating through your body.
“yes please,” you responded softly.
armin chuckled at you in a teasing manner. he was stuck with you for a very long time.
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in-som-niyah · 8 months ago
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No thoughts just jason todd obsessed with the idea of his girl being pregnant with his baby
Like this man would def be so soft and doting and protective.
Also imaginning how soft sex would be between them at that point cuz he wouldn't want to disturb the baby too much
YESSSSSSSSS
Like if Jason ever felt secure enough to be a father given his ahem... ✨lifestyle✨ he would be sooooo protective of reader like
You were reaching for a jar up in the cupboard of your shared home (Jason waited until you were both settled into a proper home instead of the shitty apartment in Gotham before even thinking of getting you pregnant) before you felt a pair of heavy feet approach you. Before you could finish reaching, a strong hand planted itself at the side of your bump and gently moved you aside, stopping your movements. Annoyed, you look up at the owner of said hand, who had broken his promise of letting you do small things for yourself around the house again. "Jay, I can do it" you pout as you place your chin on his toned chest. Jason smiles down at you and chuckles lightly before using both his hands to rub at your bump. "I know you can princess, I just wanna help" He says back with an equally-adorable pout in his face. "But I told you, I can do things! I'm pregnant, not paralyzed." You chuckled. "It makes me feel useless to be honest" His brows proudly display their displeasure at your statement and his pout vanished. His hands make their way around to rub at your back now, where he knows you've been sore. "No baby, you're never useless. Hell, you could sit in bed all day and make me bring you all your cravings and you still wouldn't be useless." He says matter-of-factly. At this, he plants a kiss on the top of your hairline and rests his chin at the top of your head. "Yeah, but-" You tried to reply, but a cheeky kiss behind your ear stopped you. A gruff 'mmm-mmm' of disproval reverberates from Jason's chest, followed by another kiss on your cheek, then neck, then collar then...
I totally agree he would be into sex during pregnancy (you're so sexy carrying his child but he would be so scared to hurt you since you're so precious to him) especially if its soft and loving!!! Y'all he's a loverboy softie at heart and he just loves you so much and is so thankful that you trust him with raising a kid and caring for you in the process!!!!
I feel like he would avoid sex or sexual contact just to be safe and make sure you're not feeling pressured into being with him since your body is changing in ways truly neither of you really fully understand.
BUT GODDDDDDDD DOES IT DRIVE YOU UP THE WALL
Pregnancy hormones be damned, every flex of his bicep or stretch of his back made you want to climb. him. like. a. fucking. tree.
It was late one night, Jason didn't have patrol (thank the fucking heavens) but he was out running some errands. You were in bed, snuggled in your (his) t-shirt, catching up on some tiktok drama (iykyk) and scrolling through your fyp. Until you came across a gym video of a guy attempting to lift 230lbs. You vaguely remember Jason teasing Dick about how much they both could lift, and it was well over 230lbs, thats for sure. Oh, but Jason's much more muscular, and plus, he's tall. Very, very tall. He's built like an actual brick wall now that you think about it. A tall, muscular, strong, handsome, brick wall. Wetness began to pool at your core thinking about how strong and huge Jason was, and you thought of having a quick session before Jason got home. You knew you should wait for him, but he's been so occupied and distant and careful with you that you didn't have much confidence in his answer if you did in fact ask him to fuck you the way you wanted to be. Out of the locked section of the bottom drawer of your nightstand came a small, yet mighty wand vibrator. Lucky for you, Jason remembered to charge it the last time y'all had some fun. Which was sadly, a while ago. Too horny to dwell in the negative, you press and hold the power button and go to town. The task soon proved difficult since you had a large island of tummy in the way, but you managed to almost get there. Just a bit more pressure and- Thud. The sound of a large bag unceremoniously dropping to the floor ripped you out of your blissful activities. Eyes wide and frantic, you scan the room for anything that looked out of place. 'Maybe something fell?' you thought, but that was quickly put to bed when your gaze meets Jason's clenched jaw and disappointedly folded hands. You flinched when he swiftly crossed the room, forgetting whatever was in the bag at the door. There were more, very important things to attend to. Before you could open your mouth to even try and explain yourself he interjects in an eerily calm way. "Did you cum?" He asks, softly, but his authority is very clear in his tone. "N-no" You answer sheepishly. You were in no mood to try an explain why you felt the need to turn to the mediocre satisfaction of a toy when you had a whole ass sex machine as your husband if he so chose to question you. "hmm thats what I thought, querida." He finished with a nurturing yet pitiful tone. Jason climbs into bed, and crawls on top of you to where you're face to face and his chain is dangling just above your neck. "Just one question" He begins. "Why didn't you tell me you were feeling this way?" You chew your lip. He's been such an amazing husband to you before you got pregnant, and after he found out he upped his game some more. You didn't even know it was possible to be loved like that and you felt bad that you couldn't even control yourself long enough to just appreciate what he's already doing for you. A tear fell down your cheek, which Jason kissed away, and you told him how you felt guilty for asking him for sex, since the reason why he wasn't driving you into the bed was a sincere and honest fear he had. You knew he couldn't stand to hurt you, so he would much rather stop completely than take a chance. "my poor girl, I haven't been doing my part have I?" He murmurs just before capturing your lips in his. You melt into him, your hands flying up to touch him, hold him, feel him in places you haven't in so long. In between the marks on your neck and upper chest, Jason pauses briefly to apologize, as if your skin was cross with the lack of contact. "p-please" you whimper in a small voice when his hands begin to grip your hips firmly. "I know, I know amorcita. Let daddy make it up to u hm? I'll take care of you this time. Promise it'll be worth it."
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a/n: GODDDDD i wanna climb him like a tree holy shit this is so sexy
like the way hes so soft and gentle just makes me explode
best fucking ask bro tysm <333333
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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 2 months ago
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“is this what you had in mind, baby?”
pairing: daddy chan x sub fem reader
genre: smut, smut with feelings
word count: ~3.2k
warnings: daddy chan, basically chan worship atp, dom x sub dynamics, unprotected sex, mentions of sub space, pet names
masterlist • part one
an: okay but why did i almost cry while writing this..? 😭 this is part 2 to the texts i posted yesterday.
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"are you going to tell me what you have planned, little one?" he asked, his voice soft, his hand caressing your cheek. you shook your head no. "baby, you promised you would tell me me when i got home. here i am, now spill."
you couldn’t. it was too embarrassing, the thoughts you had about him. you shook your head no again, looking down at your feet, which were stuffed inside your fluffy slippers.
"are you shy?" he cooed.
you nodded. but you wanted this. how were you going to follow through with what you wanted if you couldn’t even voice it to him. no, you knew he would help you through it. you grabbed his hand, tugging on his pinky. he let you lead him to the dimly lit bedroom, the only light coming from the streetlights outside your window. the room was chilly, the air on your bare legs causing goosebumps. you regretted your decision of attire. you were downright cold in only panties and an oversized shirt you borrowed from his side of the closet. but you hoped you wouldn’t be cold for too long. you backed him up to the edge of the bed and looked up at him. he returned your gaze, his soft brown eyes practically sparkling, so full of admiration for his baby. he missed you terribly today. more so than he normally did, and he didn’t know why.
"i missed you today." he said quietly, brushing some hair out of your face.
"missed you." you said, tugging on his shirt, trying to bring him closer to you. you stood up on your tippy toes, reaching for a kiss. he chuckled at your cuteness before pressing his lips to yours. but it was just a peck, it was over in a second. you knew his game. he wasn’t going to give you anything until you told him what you wanted.
"i was scrolling on social media today.." you started.
"yeah? is that where you saw those pictures?"
you nodded. "you’re so muscle-y" you said, poking his hard stomach through his shirt. "made me think some things."
you busied yourself with his shirt, pulling and twisting at the material so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. but his fingers under your chin forced you to look at him. "what kind of things?"
"um.." he was still holding your chin up, but your eyes darted every which way, nervous about his reaction to what you were going to say. it wasn’t anything bad, it’s just out of the ordinary for you two. "would you be opposed to me… being on top?" you asked, your voice mousey.
he laughed. he was laughing. you pushed away from him, crossed your arms, and pouted. "never mind." you mumbled.
"no, no." he reached for you quickly, pulling you in to his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you and squeezing. "i’m sorry baby. i don’t mean to laugh. you’re just so cute."
you looked up at him with your serious face, your bottom lip still jutting out. he poked it with his finger. "don’t you pout at me." he said. "i just thought you had something wild going on in your brain," he gently poked the middle of your forehead. "and all you wanted was to be on top? you were so nervous." he giggled again.
"stop laughing!" you slapped his chest repeatedly with both your palms. "i had more on my mind than that.. i just figured we could start there. meanie."
"aww" he cooed. "i’m a mean mean daddy, huh?"
you nodded, still not happy with the amused tone in his voice.
"i’m sorry baby." he said, his laughter finally dying down. he kissed the tip of your nose. "of course you can be on top. anything for you." he held you at arms length, his hands on your hips. "where do you want me?" he asked.
now this was new. he always did the bossing around. he’s daddy after all. but now he was asking you to order him? you were unsure how to feel about this. you pulled at the skin of your bottom lip. "can you take your shirt off first?" you asked.
he smiled, slipping the material up over his head and discarding it on the floor. he stood in front of you now in only his sweatpants, his bare feet poking out of the bottom. you took a moment to look at him. his shoulders were so wide, his arms large, his stomach defined. his skin was soft and smooth. the chill in the air must have got to him. you watched as goosebumps erupted over his arms, his nipples going hard.
"now lay back on the bed." you said, shooing him with your hands.
"yes ma’am." he reclined back on the bed, his feet dangling off the end.
you approached him, taking your time to really look at him, appreciating every inch. his neck and ears were starting to turn red. "baby are you just going to stare at me?" he asked.
"you’re pretty." you said, running your finger down his clothed thigh.
"not nearly as pretty as you." he replied. his normal response. that man couldn’t take a compliment to save his life. rolling your eyes, you crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. "mmm i like this." he said, smirking, his hands reaching for your hips. "and i’m going to ignore you rolling your eyes. that’s your one warning, baby."
"sorry, daddy." you let your hands roam around his torso, your fingertips tracing his abdominal muscles.
he giggled softly when your fingers got too close to his sides. "easy baby. i’m ticklish." he chuckled.
you smiled. sometimes there were random moments when you were reminded of how much you loved him, and this was one of those moments. your heart felt it may burst. you leaned down so you were face to face with him, running your thumb along his bottom lip. "your lips are sexy.." you said. "they’re so full and kissable."
"and yet you’re not kissing me." he teased.
you gently placed your lips against his, your mouths fitting together perfectly. the pace starting off slow but gradually becoming more and more heated. he threaded his fingers into your hair, pulling you ever closer, his tongue finding its way to your own. your body moved of its own volition, rocking your hips back and forth. grinding yourself into him. he groaned under you. this is good. his noises always sent a straight shot of desire to your core, giving you more confidence. you moved your kisses from his lips, to the corner of his mouth, down to his jaw. his breath was warm against your skin as he panted, your kisses taking his breath away. you used the tip of your tongue to lick a stripe along his defined jawline from his chin, to his ear. his hands tightened on your hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. you licked the shell of his ear, nibbling gently on his earlobe.
"baby.." he said, breathless. "you’re teasing."
you hummed in response, enjoying yourself way too much to stop now. you kissed down his neck, wanting to bite him there, to mark him as your daddy. but you knew that wasn’t allowed. it would spark too many questions. so you moved past it, kissing down to his shoulders. "youre so wide daddy." you said against his skin. "your shoulders are so big."
he chuckled. "is that a good thing?"
"mhm." you kissed along his collarbones. "makes me feel safe."
he hummed, rolling his hips up and rubbing his growing erection against you. "you’re always safe with me, baby."
you kissed up his neck again, running your tongue over his adam’s apple, licking up his chin until you reached his lips again. you kissed him once, quickly, before placing your palms flat against his chest. you pulled yourself higher up his body, your panties resting on his hard stomach. you looked down at him, his hair messy, his pupils blown wide and you started to rub yourself against him. grinding down on his abs. you let out the softest gasp at the feeling, the muscle rubbing against you perfectly, your wet panties becoming increasingly more uncomfortable.
"fuck." he exhaled. "is this what you had in mind, baby?"
you nodded, rubbing yourself harder and faster against him. "wanted to rub my pussy against your muscles.."
"why don’t you take your panties off, yeah?" you slowed your movements and lifted to one side, doing as he asked and pulling your underwear off. "give them to daddy." he held his large hand out, and you placed the soiled material in his palm. he brought them to his face, inhaling your scent, before laying them against his chest, the lacy material tickling his neck.
"there you go, baby." he brought his hands to your waist, guiding you to continue your motions, back and forth.
the feeling of his hard muscles against your bare clit was enough to make you moan, throwing your head back.
"good girl, baby." he praised. "rub your little pussy on daddy. making such a mess."
your arousal made it easy for your bare skin to slide against his, the wet sounds filling the space around you. his fingers were surely bruising your sides, but you didn’t care. it felt so good. you could feel the pressure building, threatening to snap at any moment. you were out of breath, the muscles in your legs screaming at you to stop. but you didn’t dare slow down. "daddy.." you whined. "gonna cum.."
"fuuckk." one of his hands released your side and found its way under your shirt, grazing your naked chest. he pinched your nipple between his fingers, tugging slightly. "such a messy girl. gonna cum all over her daddy’s tummy."
the sounds coming out of your mouth were no longer words, no longer moans, but were just a collection of incoherent whining as you came. your thighs clamped down around his torso, your body convulsing. "there you go baby." he wrapped his arms around you, your body going limp in the aftermath of the pleasure. you fell against him, your face in the crook of his neck. "you’re shaking." he said, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "does it feel good?"
you couldn’t form the words to answer him, your brain was too cloudy. you made a soft sound and nuzzled closer to him. he held you tighter. "shh..you’re okay. daddy’s got you."
he held you like that for a few moments, letting you come back down. finally you felt like you had the strength to hold yourself up and look at him. he smiled at you, his dimple making an appearance. "there she is." you leaned down and kissed him softly.
"baby you made such a mess." he said, gesturing to where you had been grinding. you looked down, your face flushing with embarrassment. his stomach was covered in your cum, the creamy white texture sticking to his skin. "are you going to help daddy clean up?"
you looked at him, his eyes were mischievous. and you would do anything to please him. anything to be his good girl. you scooted down his body, feeling his erection press against you as you went. when your mouth was level with his belly button, your eyes met his. he waited, to see what you would do. without breaking his eye contact, you ran your tongue through the valleys of his abs, cleaning up your mess. he brought his hand to your hair, holding it out of your face as you licked him clean, fresh arousal dripping down your thighs.
"fuck baby, i don’t think i can wait any longer." and that was your only warning before he grabbed you and flipped you over onto your back. his arms caged around your head, his broad shoulder shielding you. the rest of the world disappeared and all you could see was him. "such a dirty, baby." he growled, kissing down your jaw. unlike you, he was able to mark you. and he did. he bit and sucked dark marks into your skin, wanting the whole world to know that you were taken. that you were his.
one of his hands pushed your shirt up, revealing your chest. his mouth attached to your nipple, sucking and licking on the tender flesh. he groaned against your skin, loosing his composure, not able to hold back his noises any longer. he bit at your chest, his teeth digging in to the soft skin under your nipple. he knew your limits. knew how much pressure he could apply without hurting you. he walked the tightrope between pleasure and pain and he did it well.
his hand traveled down until his fingers made contact with the damp area between your legs. "princess.. you’re so wet." he coated his fingers, before bringing them to his mouth. his eyes closed in bliss as he tasted you. "fuck you taste so good."
"daddy.. you’re teasing." you whined, quoting him from earlier.
"ah but daddy is allowed to tease." he smiled, before kissing you. you could taste yourself on his tongue.
he pulled at his sweatpants, kicking them off and onto the floor.
this was your favorite thing. in the whole wide world. your favorite person, on top of you. his big muscular body shielding you from anything that isn’t him. and he’s completely naked. nothing there to obstruct your vision, your admiration of his body. the hard ridges and valleys of his stomach lead down to the angle of his hips, all pointing to what lay between his legs. though it wasn’t currently laying, it was standing. hard and at full attention, leaking precum from the tip. your mouth watered.
“i never get tired of the look on your face when you see my cock, princess.” he says, his voice gravelly. “every time is like the first time.”
you grab at his body, your tiny hands trying to grip his waist, to pull him closer. “i just love you.” you say sweetly. “the look on my face is love.”
he positions himself a little closer to you, the tip of his cock grazing your clit, causing your body to jolt. he cups your face in his left palm. “and i love you, baby.” he whispers, kissing you gently. a feather light touch of his lips against yours. you can feel the head of his cock at your entrance, he’s so close.
“daddy loves you so much.”
and then he slips inside of you, your pussy practically pulling him in. the hand that was on your face quickly goes back to the mattress, supporting his weight. you feel so good wrapped around him that he needs both hands for support. and he doesn’t move for a moment. giving you time to acclimate to his size, but also to give himself time to get used to the way you feel. to truly savor it. and so he won’t bust immediately.
“daddy..” you whine, clawing gently at his chest and abdomen. “move.. please.”
“okay baby.” he coos, before slowly sliding out and then back in. his pace increases with each thrust, until he’s practically pounding into you. he grabs your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist. then he grabs your hands and pins them above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours. his chrome hearts bracelet felt cool against your flushed skin.
his mouth was at your ear now, panting, praising.
“fuck, baby. you feel so- ugh- so fucking good.” he grunted. he kissed your neck, your shoulder, your ear, your cheek, anything he could reach with his lips. “i needed this. daddy needed this.”
you felt spacey. like your body wasn’t your own. your limbs felt like tv static. your heart felt like it may explode. your pussy fluttered around him.
“there you go, baby. getting close, huh?”
you nodded, unable to answer him.
“such a good girl. daddy’s perfect girl. you take me so well.” he punctuated his praise with a gentle bite to your neck and you came undone. a stream of words that aren’t really words mixed with ‘daddy’ and expressions of gratitude fell past your lips. you don’t know how he understood anything you said, but he did.
“you deserve it baby. so perfect. fuck- so beautiful.” his thrusts were getting messy now, his voice going up in pitch.
“you belong to me.” he growled.
your body was on fire, he didn’t slow down at all after your orgasm, still chasing his own. you were starting to feel the overstimulation, you pussy practically vibrating.
“say it.”
you knew what he wanted, and you were trying, your brain still feeling foggy.
“who does this pussy belong to?”
he was pounding into you so hard, his hips smacking against yours, the bedsheets were damp under you. you focused on him. your hand feeling his stomach, feeling what started all of this, running your fingers along his muscles, trying to ground yourself.
“say this pussy belongs to daddy.” he was getting impatient, not understanding truly how spaced out you were. “say it.”
your hands found his neck, pulling him to look at you. he could see it in your eyes, you were completely fucked out. though he didn’t look much better. his hair was starting to curl, sticking to his sweaty skin.
“come back to me princess.” he said, kissing your lips. “daddy’s here.”
you wanted him to cum. he does nothing but take such good care of you. he indulged your little fantasy tonight. he really was the best and you loved him so much. you needed to pull yourself together. for him.
“daddy..” you mumbled.
“fuck- there’s that sweet voice baby.” he kissed you again. “you’re doing so good. we’re almost done, okay?”
you nodded, gripping his biceps. “it’s- it’s your pussy daddy.” you said, your voice weak.
“fuck-“ his thrusts stuttered. “your damn right it is.” he said, and his thrusts stopped completely. you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, filling you up. his head dropped, his hair tickling you cheeks.
you were both panting, out of breath.
he carefully pulled out of you. he cradled your face in the palms of his hands. “are you okay baby?” he asked. “you went really far away that time, huh?”
you nodded, smiling up at him, your sweet cock drunk little smile. you were so adorable it almost hurt.
“my spacey little baby.” he giggled. he climbed off the bed and reached down to scoop you up in his arms. “time for a bath, little one”.
you nuzzled into his chest as he carried you to the tub.
“and maybe we stay off social media for a little bit.. yeah?” he laughed.
you nodded against him, sleepy. “love you, daddy.”
he sat on the edge of the tub, you draped across his lap, and he turned the water on, checking the temperature with his fingertips. he kissed the top of your head.
“i love you too, baby.”
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gojocumdumpster · 9 months ago
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“Do you ever listen?”
ft- baki hanma
Type of story: 🔥
Warnings: brat tamer, hair pulling, spanking, fingering, cumming, “yes sir” SEX
Hey yall back with another banger I can’t write smut for SHIT bro.
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“Cmon I don’t have all day, we been in this store for hours.”
Baki decided to treat you out for dinner and a trip at the mall, because why not? But knowing you. Y’all were gonna be in there for HOURS. From section to section you were looking in clothes that you didn’t like. Poor baki was just sitting down with bags filling up his arm watching your every move. He had enough, all the time you would chanter “Babe come look!” “Do you think this looks good on me?” and all baki would say is “I’m not buying it for you.” Clearly you didn’t listen you promised him this was the last store after he told you repeatedly he’s not getting you shit from here. “Babe please! This is the last store I promise!!” He kept falling for your little tricks but this time he wasnt gonna let it slide. “No.” he got up signaling you it’s time to wrap it up.
“No..? I literally said 1 more-“ he cut you off saying “1 more store? Y/n we’ve been to so many 1 more stores, I told you i’m not buying you shit from here.” mocking you. You weren’t going down that easy, you crossed your arms “I said this was the last store the final one. I just wanted a pair of red bottoms? It’s not even that expensive and it’s 50% off, so it’s like $150..” you protest. “Stop trying to get your way and get your bratty ass here now. You can get the pair another day.” You shake your head, not moving one inch, standing right next to the collections of red bottoms. “So it’s like that now?” Raising his eyebrows, “I guess it is” talking back. “Alright don’t say shit when you find your stuff missing.” he turns his heel and walks out the store with the bags in his hand. He wasn’t putting up with your attitude, not today.
You roll your eyes as you watch him pass the store walking to the exit, he beats you to the car waiting in his black customized hellcat. You stomp all the way to the car as he watches you from the rear mirror, you hop in as you slam the door. “Don’t slam my fucking doors.” he glares. “I slam whatever I wanna slam” you turn your head avoiding contact . “Where’s my bags at? Why aren’t they in the backseat.” you look back. “Don’t worry about it, I told you don’t say shit when you find them missing.” You repeatedly kicked your feet whining like toddler. Arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, eyes getting watery. “Fuckin’ crybaby” he chuckles driving home. He thought it was gonna be a peaceful drive home with music playing in the background, but of course you had to open those plump glossy lips blabbering why you think you deserve those things you got and other stuff.
All baki did was turn the music up to mute your whining, bobbing his head to the music like you don’t even exist. He turnt the music down only saying “Just wait till we get home.” He pulled into the apartment garage building, not even fully stopping when he was about to put the car in park you opened the car door and walk out with your purse and phone slamming the door. You stormed off speed walking to the elevator, you make it to your bedroom slamming it behind you laying down on your bed. A couple minutes later baki walks in, he quickly walks to the bedroom opening the door and closing it. “Get up.” he demands. You stay put only turning your head to the side before you turn your head back continuing on what you were doing. “If I have to count to 3 y/n.
Stop fucking playing with me.” you ignore him only scrolling away on tiktok. “1..” he starts taking his shoes off leaving his socks on. “2..” you sigh still looking at your phone. “I’m giving you a chance to get up but you ain’t taking the chance.” he says. “3..” he walks to your side of the bed, tossing your phone across the room and grabbing your wrists. “It’s really not that hard to listen isn’t it?” he sits on the bed pulling you across his lap.” “Baki stop!” whines heard from left to right, he holds your hands behind your back as he pulls your shorts down revealing those expensive pink laced panties. “Fuck..look at that, so nice and plump for me” he slaps the plump flesh causing you to whimper. “You like that don’t you?” he chuckles at you shaking your head no.
After the 10 spanks he proceeds to take your panties off, releasing the hand he was gripping your hands with. He massages the red plush as you grunt from the pain, eyes getting watery and lips swollen from you biting to hard. “Look at how wet you are, so slutty.” he spreads your cheeks revealing your dripping pussy. You whine in embarrassment trying to cover it with your hands “S-stop baki..” you whine. He pushes your hands away slapping your ass as a sign to stop, he gets his middle finger rubbing your wet slit with one hand still spreading one of your cheeks. “Mmph!” you squirm as he slowly inserts his finger in your tight hole. He hisses at the tightness as he he starts moving slowly, “Enjoying yourself to fast huh.” he grunts. He inserts his ring finger causing a slight burn, he starts at a medium pace and then fast. You start squirming from the pleasure trying to get away. “Stop fucking running and take it, don’t know how your suppose to take this dick if you can’t even take 2 fingers”.
“Baki please! I- can’t fuck-!” you feel your orgasm build up already. Baki always thought it was funny on how you finish so quickly. He chuckles at you struggling to speak as he pulls his pruny fingers out, fingers coated in your juices. “Baki I was so close why-“ he sat you up cutting your words off as he put you in the middle of the bed, turning you on your stomach with your ass in the air. You turn your head back wanting to see what was happening. Baki was taking his black pants staring dead at you turn your head in embarrassment and whimper. Couple seconds later you felt him behind you, dick pressing against your pussy as he grips your hips scooting your closer to him. “Wanna be so fucking impatient and shit, i can teach you to be patient. Your gonna be a good little slut and take this dick, no whining or running. Your gonna take it until a say so.” he orders. “Say yes sir.” you don’t say anything only turning your head to the side staring at the wall.
He pulls your head back causing you to turn your head straight looking at the headboard. “Say yes sir, i’m not gonna say it again.” pulling your hair harder. “F-fuck! Yes sir..” you moan, “So fucking bratty” he lets go of your hair grabbing his shaft and swiping the tip once..then twice against your folds before sliding it into the tight hole. Hissing coming from the both you, “So f-fuckin tight..”. Baki never had a problem of fucking the brat out of you really, you didn’t know he had the balls to do it but here you are. “Mhphm-!…F-fuck!!” wetness and clapping noise echoed in the room.
Slick slick slick!
Mouth wide open with drool spilling out the same mouth that was just talking about. “God damn..” baki mutters, speeding up the pace you knew you weren’t gonna last anytime soon. “I’m cumming!! S-shit shit!!” Pants from left and right coming from the both of you, the two of you were both close. “F-fuck me to-“ before he could finish you were both interrupted by the wave of your climax’s. He slowly thrusts to ride out high as he lets go of your messy hair pulling out. You on the other hand slumped down to the bed with cum oozing out your puffy pussy. “Play with me all you want to, next time I won’t be nicer”
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corpsebasil · 1 year ago
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Bonnie and Clyde Part 2
Ghostface’s girlfriend may not be a killer, but she’s the brain of the operation.
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You lay on the couch, your feet propped against the cushions as you stare at the tv, scrolling through Hulu. You’d never felt so bored in your life. It felt like you’d been on house arrest the past few days. The only time you could leave was between one to four am and even then, Wayne wouldn’t let you do anything but walk around the block.
The front door opened with a rustling noise and you groaned, moving to prop yourself up on your elbow. Ethan entered the apartment, grocery bags on his arms, and gave you a smile as he moved to set the bags down in the kitchen.
“Ethan,” you called out, standing up and following him. “Ethan I cant take this anymore.”
“Take what?” He asked, oblivious to your frustration.
“I feel like a prisoner.” You scoffed, moving around the counter to help him put up groceries. “I swear to god I’m going to lose my mind.”
“This was your idea.” He pointed out, raising a brow. “How are you supposed to be dead if they see you out walking around?”
“But how much longer?” You whined, dropping your head on his shoulder. “I want in on the action.”
“No.” Ethan scoffed, pulling away from you to put a bottle of wine in the fridge. “There’s no way I’m letting you anywhere near a knife. Or a Ghostface costume.”
“So Quinn gets one but I don’t?”
“You were the one who said you didn’t want to kill.” Ethan sighed, turning to rest his back against the counter. “Now you’ve changed your mind?”
“I would recreate Saw if it meant I could leave this fucking apartment.”
Ethan laughed and moved towards you, pressing a kiss against your mouth. Then another, then another as you clutched his shirt, holding him to you.
"Relax, okay?" He murmured, biting your bottom lip before he pulled away. "Listen, I'll talk to my dad. You know how he is. But you're the one who's coming up with all the ideas—we can’t risk you.” Then he laughed. “I’m pretty sure Richie would come back from the dead and beat my ass if you got hurt.”
"Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I want to be holed up." You argued, glaring at him. “It was my idea for Richie to get with Sam. Mine. I’m the one that found her in Modesto. I’m the one who convinced Amber to join in. Don’t you think I can handle this?”
“I’m not saying you can’t.” He said, frustrated. “I’m just saying you’re more useful as the mastermind behind this whole thing.” He tilted his head, smirking. “Besides. You look so much prettier without a knife in you. Sam seems pretty hell-bent on killing us all.”
“Ugh.” You groaned. You went to the couch and flopped down on it.
“The theater shit is happening tomorrow.” Ethan said, walking over to run a hand down your leg. “It’s almost over, okay?”
“I want in, E.” You said, glaring up at him. “I’m tired of waiting for—”
The front door opened and you sat up, staring as Wayne and Quinn entered, a Domino’s pizza box in Wayne’s hands. Quinn immediately rushed over to you and you barely had time to screech before she was pouncing, laughing as the two of you fell off the couch and onto the livingroom floor.
“Bitch!” You gasped, laughing as the two of you rolled a couple of inches and Quinn pinned you, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Someone promised me they’d have a Stab marathon.” She said, raising a brow at you. “For inspo. Pizza and a movie?” She wiggled her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes but grinned.
“Fine. Fine. Get off me.” You said, sitting up as Wayne brought the pizza into the Livingroom.
"Stop harassing Y/N." Wayne scolded, passing you a plate as Ethan moved to sit on the ground next to you, immediately pulling you onto his lap.
"She doesn't look bothered." Quinn said, sending you a teasing smile as she got herself a slice and turned on the tv. You stuck your tongue out at her, wiggling in Ethan's lap as his arms looped around your middle.
"Stop moving like that." Ethan murmured, nipping the top of your ear as you squeaked. Quinn made a retching sound as Wayne valiantly ignored you, preferring to watch the intro to Stab over watching his son get handsy. "What's your favorite scary movie, Y/N?"
"You two make me sick." Quinn grumbled, and you laughed.
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The next night you sat on Ethan's bed as he got dressed, shoving the Ghostface costume into his backpack. He was about to leave to join up with the Core Four, a term that you secretly loathed.
"You sure I can't come?" You asked, pouting as you watched him get his stuff together. "It would be funny. The big reveal."
"If something goes wrong you can keep up the act." Ethan said, moving over to drop a kiss onto your head. "Someone has to make sure we win this time. If we don't come back, you'll say we kidnapped you or something."
"That sounds like the lamest alibi ever." You scoffed. "Kidnapped? Really?"
"Well I don't know, maybe you were kidnapped."
"I practically roleplayed as a human bowling ball when you threw me at Tara."
"You're a talented actress."
"I want to go."
"No."
"Ethan."
"Y/N."
You stared each other down for a moment, his dark expression matching your own, before he pulled his knife out of his backpack and moved closer to you. You ignored the flutter in your stomach at the wicked gleam in his eyes. He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, before he slowly lifted his hand to run the tip of his knife across your cheek.
"You're staying here." He murmured, brown eyes fixed on the tip of the blade as he moved it to rest on your bottom lip. The blade was cold and, when your tongue darted out to lick the dangerous point, Ethan's eyes narrowed. "You're just as sadistic as me, you know that?" He asked, putting his knife away as you grinned. "Fucking love you."
"Love you." You breathed back, kissing him hard until a knock hit the door and Quinn said it was time to go. "Fuck em' up, baby." You said, kissing Ethan one last time before he grabbed his bag and left for the theater.
So you sat on the couch when they left, bidding them happy hunting, and scrolled through your phone. And you waited, all night, for Ethan to come home.
BOOYAAA part THREE
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pellucid-constellations · 1 year ago
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angstober (2)
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Prompt: "I want to believe you"
Pairing: college!athlete bucky x reader
A/n: This is the day four prompt so that I'm sorta following the timeline 😅 Enjoy more angst ♡
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He was staring at you, eyes beseeching you for an ending you had no ability to provide. The phone—the awful, wretched thing—was still pressed to the skin of your hand, burning your fingers as the screen dimmed. You shouldn’t have looked. She had just gotten to you, riled you up enough yesterday to make you concerned. 
“That’s not… it’s not—baby,” Bucky stressed. He had just woken up. His hair was endearingly messy, a big sweater shifting along his shoulders. If you weren’t so upset it would have had your heart melting. 
“You told me it was nothing. That she was nothing,” you breathed out, pain lacing your throat as you spoke. 
“It—she is! I don’t know what you’re seeing on there, but it’s not true.” 
You bit into your bottom lip in an attempt to quell the onslaught of tears prying at your eyes. Bucky took a step towards you, cautious. You were in the doorway, he was in the bedroom. If you wanted to leave there was nothing stopping you. 
“I want to believe you,” you choked out. “But I can’t. There is no other explanation for this, Bucky.” 
Why you were being kind, you had no idea. You should be angry, enraged. Furious. But more than any of that, you were miserable. This man you were besotted by, his brow twisted into an uncomfortable shape, his eyes flickering with panic, he was all you had considered. It was a lot to put that on a college relationship, but there was no one else. 
Bucky was so gentle with you. There was no one else in the world that knew how to kiss you right. No one that held you under the harsh lights of football stadiums and let you press your nose to their neck to warm it on those fall nights. There was no one able to distract you the way he did in the library, eyes boring into the side of your face without fail, smile small and private and years in the making. 
There was no one that could have hurt you this much. 
“What’re you seeing?” he asked, a rasp to his voice. The words were so small. 
It was cruel to make you read it aloud, to make you look at the pictures again, but you did anyway. “I’m seeing your ex-girlfriend's nudes plastered all over your phone. I’m seeing her text from last night—‘can’t wait to do that again,’” your voice broke, tears stinging your eyes. “I can’t believe you. You said… you said—” 
You couldn’t finish. It didn’t matter what Bucky had said—that he’d spun pretty words and promised you things that were impossible now. Your breathing was shallow as you flung his phone at the bed. 
He was quick to grab it, head shaking as he scrolled through everything you’d already seen. “No,” he whispered. “No, this isn’t—sweetheart, I would never do anything like this. Not to you.” 
You laughed, the sound wet and sardonic. “Well, you did. There’s no use acting like this, Bucky.” 
It had been risky with Bucky, at the beginning. College athletes were always risky. You had pulled away after the first date, assuming that was it; it had been fun, but there was nothing else he could have possibly wanted. But then he'd asked you on another. And another. The relationship has snowballed into something unexpected. You went somewhere and he followed. He called you every night and you brought him dinner after every game. 
This wasn’t something you had expected. Maybe a few years ago, but not now. This was unfair. It was agonizing. 
Bucky threw the phone back down without a second glance at where it landed. He took long steps to meet you in the doorway, and even though you knew it wasn’t smart, you let him hold you. He pressed his forehead to yours, your wet cheeks brushing his, his eyes boring into yours. 
This would be the last time. 
“Listen to me,” he spoke, more determined than you had ever heard him. “I don’t have an explanation, I only have the truth I got, baby. I don’t know how any of that shit got on my phone or whatever she’s talking about. You know she’s been on one lately. You gotta believe me.” 
A forlorn cry left your lips. Bucky was talking to you, but you were more concerned with the way he felt as he held you. 
This would be the last time. 
“You hearing me?” he asked, shifting to meet your gaze as it flew down to the floor. “Please, you gotta believe me. I love you so much, baby. Only you. There’s no one else in this goddamn world I would give that up for. After college, we're gonna go away, okay? Wherever I get drafted I’m taking you with me.” 
Everyone had told you you were being dumb. That athletes wander. That they have millions of options and you were just the pick of the moment. You had defended Bucky to no end. How idiotic. How unfair. 
A kiss pressed to your forehead, firm and steady from the way he held the sides of your head. Desperate. 
This would be the last time. 
“Say something. Anything. Please.”
“Goodbye, Bucky,” you whispered.
Later, much later, you’d learn that there were never any lies between the two of you. You’d learn that Bucky couldn’t explain because there was nothing he’d done. Getting someone’s phone was easy when they left it in a locker room all night. When they raced home to their girl after practice without a second glance at the thing. 
But later wasn’t now. And now, you were gone. 
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rr311 · 7 months ago
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·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluff, black!reader, kissing, soft?sukuna,
₊˚ෆ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 - you ended up getting hurt which makes sukuna having to play doctor.
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ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 I made a promise. and It’s done, we finally hit 1k followers D:!! I am SO grateful for all the love and support you all have gave me for the past year and half! I’m excited to share my excitement with you all, I love and thank EVERYONE whose engaged with my stories and still give me support even I’m though sin not as active ☹️. but again I made a promise and here Is my face. (scroll to the bottom 🫡)
sukuna story for all my sukuna girlies, a little short bit hope you enjoy :)
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𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
❤︎︎#— 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 whenever you would get hurt. all hell would break loose. If you weren't awake right now who knows what ryomen would've done to the place, the moment he was Informed about what happened he's been In a pissy mood. aggravated that you, his queen got hurt. his hand were fisted together as he sat there changing your bandages on your hip, you grunted slightly from the tightness but let a sigh of relief feeling him wrap It up, letting go of your shirt. you could tell he was still a little mad about what happened sighing, "ryomen, I'm ok." he looked up from your voice scoffing standing up, one of his bottom hands lifting up your arm to hear a small hiss, clearly still sore from the Impact, "you're not fine." he said back placing your arm back down gently, putting the bandage roll on the nightstand, going back to sit down next to you. you rolled your eyes, lifting the same hand to be placed on his face, "my king.." you teased rubbing your thumb across his cheek, "I'm fine. really. I'm awake aren't I?, plus the curse Is gone and done with, I took care of It." ryomen gave a small huff shaking his head. "when I can see you walk properly I’ll take your word." It was Impossible arguing with him. a stubborn man. your stubborn husband at that. you sighed deeply taking your hand off his cheek, crossing your arms. "you win then..but. doesn’t that mean you have to do what I ask?." without thinking much he nodded his head but he realized what you said giving you a glare. he knows what you’re getting at. that smirk said everything, “since I can’t walk yet, why don’t you be a dear and get me water, hm?.”
If It was anyone else who demanded something from him they would've been dead In within seconds. but since your his queen and wife..he did what you asked but not before mumbling under his breath like a child getting disciplined, hearing loud foot steps fade down the hall making his way to the kitchen to get you water. when he came back to the room he seen you had fell asleep. he raised a brow with a grumpy face, “damn women..” he mumbled, placing the cup of water down on the nightstand raising his lower hand to be placed on your forehead, It was hot. you were coming down with a fever. probably side effects from overusing your CT. you had a small scrunch face from pain he assumed, sitting on the king size bed he placed his upper hand on your forehead and lower hand on your stomach. a few seconds went by and your face changed to relief making you more comfortable than you were before. ryomen sighed heavily standing back up to take off his kimono, leaving him In his boxers going In behind you straddling your body with his. he sighed Inhaling your familiar scent sighing, rubbing his hand on your stomach to make you feel more comfortable from the pain. he wasn't usually all cuddly and stuff but he thought It would be acceptable since you're hurt and you absolutely loved when he would cuddled you, he scoffs hearing your annoying but cute voice all the time ask him every time. no matter how much complaining he did.
he would always do what his wife asks.
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konigofmyheart · 6 months ago
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tease (könig x reader smut)
> MDNI! <
könig x fem reader, mentions of female anatomy, slight brat taming, sprinkle of dumbification, kinda praise kink?
könig sighed as he climbed into bed next to you. he’d had quite a frustrating day, and it was all your fault. you’d spent all day teasing him, pretending you had to press up against him to grab something in the kitchen, or stretching on the couch just to push your chest out to taunt him with the sight of your hardened nipples. your list of crimes was far too long, and you still had the nerve to smile innocently at him as you sat in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. a strap of your lacy, teasingly short nightgown had accidentally slipped down your shoulder, apparently, exposing the top of your breasts.
könig’s baby blue eyes darkened, the sight causing his cock to throb with desire, and you started when you suddenly felt his hand stroke your bare thigh. it seemed all your teasing payed off. you smiled, dropping your phone off to the side and obediently spreading your thighs as his fingers found their way to your panties- or rather, your lack of panties. honestly, just how far had you planned on taking your teasing? he couldn’t help but groan softly when he felt how wet you were.
“eager little thing, hm?”
your response was cut off with a gasp as his fingers parted your folds and his rough palm bumped your clit. his hand stroked against your pussy, your slick wetting his fingers, and sparks of pleasure erupting in your belly. every teasing stroke felt heavenly, but you wanted -needed- more.
“please…”
könig smirked at your desperation, finally able to get pay back for your teasing
“please what, täubchen? use your words”
you would have, had he not suddenly started rubbing your clit with the rough pad of his thumb, turning your brain to mush. könig leaned close and kissed you, swallowing all your soft moans and whimpers as he continued his delicious revenge. no amount of bucking your hips actually resulted with his fingers where you most wanted them, inside, and you whined in desperation as he teasingly nipped your bottom lip.
“oh, i know, i know. you need more, no?” könig cooed at you, teasing your entrance with just the tips of his fingers. “ but, brats don’t get rewarded, schatzi. you should know this by now, really...”
“ ‘m sorry for teasing you, köni, i won’t do it again. i promise” you managed to babble between moans, looking at him with desperate, teary eyes.
“you want to be a good girl now?”
you nodded eagerly, panting softly as your hips bucked with every stroke of his thumb against your clit
“look at you, täubchen. hardly able to think, damn near crying for my cock.” he chuckled softly, his breath tickling your neck. he could feel the way your entrance clenched around the very tips of his slick-coated fingers, but he made sure to pull his hand back just enough that you wouldn’t be fully satisfied.
“i’ll tell you what. cum on my fingers, just with this-” he stroked his fingers through your pussy again, thumb rubbing torturously slow over your puffy clit. “- and i might fuck you properly”
“but i- mmm- it’s not enough” you whimpered, yet you could feel the hot pleasure coiling in your lower belly, ready to snap with just one more push. turns out his unusually mean attitude was really doing it for you.
“don’t care. this is all you get for being a tease. i can just stop, if you wa-“
“fuck, no, don’t stop. please” you blurted grinding your hips up against his hand. your slick dripped from your pussy, drenching the sheets beneath you. “ ‘m so close, mm”
he adjusted the pace, stroking your clit in fast, tight circles now, watching your face as you began unraveling. könig leaned down, enough to gently scrape his teeth over your perked nipple through your flimsy nightgown. that was enough to finally push you over the edge, and you came with a sweet whimper of his name, your pussy bumping erratically against his palm as you coated his fingers with your juices.
“there you go, braves mädchen, just like that.” he whispered as he worked you through your orgasm, fingers still just barely circling your entrance. könig pressed soft kisses to your face, murmuring sweet nothings as you come down from your high.
you panted softly, gazing up at him with lidded eyes, cheeks flushed, your lips rosy and any bratiness effectively expelled after such a strong orgasm. his hand toyed with your slick, gently smearing it between your thighs.
“there’s my good girl,” he grinned at you, taking in the perfect mess he’d made of you. “you did so well for me, love.” his praise warmed your heart as he pulled you close against him, one hand resting on your hip and the other still nestled between your thighs. he could spend hours admiring your glowing face, but the throbbing pain of his hard length was getting to be a little too much…
you, ever an angel sent to earth just for him, pressed your hips against his, the warmth of your body meeting his solid cock. “kö, you promised you’d fuck me after” you whined sweetly, even adding a pout for good measure as you rolled you hips against his hand and his cock. “please, i need you so bad. been needing you all day”
how could he resist when your pussy begged with you, practically crying tears of your slick for him? he pushed the waistband of his pants down, freeing his cock as he moved to hover over you.
“just because you sound so pretty when you beg, prinzessin…”
täubchen: little dove
schatzi: honey
braves mädchen: good girl
prinzessin: princess
ah! this was my first time writing smut! i hope you liked it <3 :)
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