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cherryredstars · 6 months

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Not sure if I’m doing this right since I’m new to tumbler :D but hi love ur writing followed you in an instant!

I was wondering if you could write something for a very low self esteem, inexperienced reader who goes to uni so is like 21 or something and is Miguel’s neighbor. They live in this building and their other neighbor is a rude lady who complains at the slightest Noise basically. she doesn’t dare bother Miguel but is always bothering the reader since reader can’t tell her to f off. Reader is just such sweet chubby lil cinnamon roll :(

Idk if I should have been less descriptive or more TvT; ?

Anyway hope you’re doing great :D don’t forget to hydrate ♥️

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Age Gap, Sexual Touching (With Clothes on), Slight Fluff

Summary: He helps you, you help him.

A/N: This is perfect, don’t worry, love!!!

Word Count: 2.4K (Not Edited)

This is most definitely going to leave you a crying wreck in your bathroom later.

Your nerves were already on high alert with finally becoming independent and moving out of the college dorms, that pesky exam and assignment you procrastinated on working on, and your job has been firing and hiring people left and right. The last thing you needed was your cranky old neighbor, (it is crazy to think that you once thought she was going to be a kind old woman who would give you cookies when she was lonely), to come banging on your door with a list of complaints and reasons why she could get you evicted. You do not know what to do, never being in this type of situation before. Honestly, you do not even know about half the things this woman is accusing you of.

You can only stand there, hand tightly holding the door open as you try not to cry from stress. In your head, you are counting in an effort to make sure your breaths are coming out evenly. The last thing you want is to have a panic attack and have your neighbor add the threat of a mental hospital to the list. You nod along weakly to what she says, letting out whispered apologies that only seem to make her angrier.

“You useless teenagers and your need to ruin good things, don’t think I forgot when you tr-”

“Is there a problem here?”

His voice is deep and smooth, causing the both of you to jolt. You visibly relax when you turn your head to find Miguel standing outside his apartment door. He has just gotten back from work and running errands, his lab coat draped over his arm as he holds paper bags in his arms. His hair is slightly tousled from the autumn breeze, and a few strands of his black hair are scattered with grey. His sweater hugs his arms and torso in a way that is mouthwatering, and you quickly look away when his eyes meet yours.

Miguel is the only neighbor you really know. He had helped you the first time you moved in, hearing the way you struggled to bring some things up to your apartment. He offered to help, carrying in boxes faster than you could into your apartment. When you had gotten furniture, he was happy to come over and assemble it for you. He is so kind to you, offering to help with a leaking pipe or to answer any of your questions about how to do something. You might have grown a slight crush on your neighbor, something that slightly freaked you out when you realized because of the obvious age gap the two of you have. You have not even finished college yet and he is in his mid-thirties working in a big corporate lab.

Miguel clears his throat and you look back at him. He stares at you expectantly, totally ignoring the stuttering woman who tries to answer his question. He is only ever interested in what you have to say. You flush under his intent gaze, quickly shaking your head. You do not want to cause more problems, and you definitely do not want to have your cranky neighbor form a bigger vendetta against you.

Miguel’s eyebrow raises, definitely catching the anxious expression on your face. He hums dismissively after a minute, eyes lazily trailing back to the older woman. His nose scrunches up slightly at the sight of her and he looks away again as the woman stops trying to defend herself. Miguel shrugs, the paper bags rustling with their contents. He turns to face you, once again ignoring the older woman.

“Then you wouldn’t mind helping me put away my groceries, right? Can’t get my keys with my hands full,” Miguel speaks in a lazy drawl.

You are quick to nod your head in agreement, stepping out of your doorway and closing the door. The woman steps back, a displeased look on her face as she watches you walk over to Miguel. Miguel keeps his eyes trained on you, watching everything you do. You are shy when you smile up at him. With your back turned towards the old woman, you mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. His eyes instantly snap to your lips, intently studying your exaggerated words. His eyes seem to darken for a second before he blinks and it is gone. His eyes trail back up to your eyes and he tilts his head slightly down.

“Keys are in my pants pocket.”

You quickly nod, whispering out an ‘okay’. Your face burns as you have to get closer to him to not knock into his arms. The angle is slightly awkward, your hands slip into his pants pocket and your face burns from having your hand so close to his…thing. As you try to find his keys, Miguel looks down at you with a heated look. He watches silently for a few minutes before looking back up and over your shoulder to the older woman. His face is masked in indifference, maintaining eye contact with her until she fidgets and turns away without saying a word.

At the same time she walks into her own apartment, you make a sound of victory as you finally retrieve his keys. You dangle them in his face with a proud smile, and he gives you an amused smirk. He steps away from his apartment door, giving you room to step in front of him and unlock his door. As you insert the key, you feel Miguel press up against your back. His warmth seeps into your spine and you are quick to bite your tongue so you do not let out a squeal.

His breath tickles your neck and ear, warm and slightly minty. “What did I tell you about standing up for yourself, hmm cariño?”

The question rumbles with his voice and you have to hold your breath in order to not make an embarrassing sound. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and instantly regret it. He has not moved his face yet, and you are a breath away from him. If you leaned forward the slightest bit, your noses would be touching. You gulp nervously, and Miguel’s eyes trail down to your lips once again. He lets out a deep hum as you lick them nervously.

“I- she’s not that mean to me.” You whisper out in the older woman’s defense. You cannot help the way your lashes flutter as you try to meet his eyes.

Miguel scoffs at your defense, finally backing away from you. He shifts his hold on the bags, freeing his hand to turn the doorknob. Your hand is still there, and your breath hitches when his large hand encompasses yours. His hand moves both yours and the doorknob, making a combined effort to open the door. You are still watching him from over your shoulder, mouth slightly opened in awe. Miguel looks down at you, something playful in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side.

“You’re blocking the doorway, cariño. The ice cream I got you is going to melt.”

Your blush returns from the pet name and you stutter out an apology as you rush inside his apartment. It’s warm, and you’re hit with the smell of him. You find the light switch and turn on the lights, flooding the whole place with a warm glow. Miguel follows you into the kitchen, placing the paper bags on the dining room table. He rummages through them, glaring at you when you try to grab one to start helping. His hands connect with something cold, and he pulls out a personal pint of ice cream. He hands it over to you and you turn it around to see the label. Your eyes instantly light up when you read the brand and flavor. Last week you had ranted to Miguel about how the grocery store did not have your favorite ice cream in stock as he was fixing a problem with your internet. The whole time he just hummed along, you did not actually think he was listening.

He smiles softly at you as you beam up at him. He turns back to the groceries, sighing when he sees your hand reaching for the bags again. He turns to you with a bored expression. He gently removes your hands from the bag, telling you to go eat your ice cream before it melts. You grumble playfully under your breath, complaining about how you were supposed to be helping. He chuckles as he follows after you, getting a spoon out for you.

“I thought the whole point was that I was supposed to help you put the groceries away, not eat them.”

Your complaining is cut off by a yelp when Miguel grabs your waist. He lifts you up, putting you on top of the counter. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You squirm slightly from his proximity.

“You can help me by sitting prettily and keeping me company. Tell me about your day.”

He pulls away then, returning to the dining room table and carrying a bag to the counter next to you. Your eyes are still bashful as you watch him, quietly opening your ice cream and beginning to eat it. Miguel starts to pull contents from the bag and looks over at you expectantly. Hesitantly, you begin to go through your day, easing into it the more you talk. You speak between bites of ice cream, half paying attention to Miguel as he walks around the kitchen to place things in their proper places. Occasionally, he looks over at you as you speak, his eyes trained on the way you place the spoon in your mouth and lick at the delicious treat.

You are almost done when he puts the last thing away. He walks over to you as you continue talking absentmindedly, just finished slipping the spoon out of your mouth again. You stop talking when Miguel’s eyes drop to your mouth, his thumb coming up the swipe at your lower lip. When he pulls it away, a bit of melted ice cream is stuck to his skin. His eyes meet yours again when he brings it to his mouth, licking it away. He hums in appreciation for the taste.

Your mouth drops open with a gasp as you watch, eyes trained on the pink muscle. You watch as his lips form a sly smile, and you blush as you look back into his eyes. But his eyes are still trained on your parted mouth, eyes dilated and hungry. He leans forward slightly, hand returning to rub at your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. He is not kissing you exactly, only sucking on your lip until it is swollen and red. He gives it a small nip before he pulls away, his hands falling to rub your thighs. It causes a small whimper to escape your mouth and Miguel basks in the noise.

His hand seeps closer and closer to the area between your thighs, grabbing the carton of ice cream and moving it to the side. His hands hastily return to the area between your thighs, fingers brushing against your center. Your breath hitches and you look down to where his hands are. Your attention is snapped away when his gravelly voice meets your ears.

“Continue with the story, querida. You don’t sound like you finished.”

You stutter over your words, the topic of conversation blanking from your mind. Miguel chuckles knowingly, his fingers continuing to brush up and down until they land on your clothed bud. He presses into it hard enough so you can feel it through the fabric of your pants and panties, gently reminding you where you left off. You nod nervously, hands snapping up to meet his shoulders as you feel wetness rushing into your panties. You stutter and choke on your words, eyes shutting as you rotate your hips sloppily into his hand. The movement is jerky, and you feel slightly embarrassed at how painfully obvious it is that no one has ever touched you like this before. But Miguel seems to like it, likes the idea that you’re untouched and he is the only person who has seen you like this.

It gets even better when you make those soft noises, cutting yourself off and having to be reminded about what you were saying. Miguel continues his hand movements, pressing into you and rubbing and stroking. Your wetness has seeped through your panties, dampening the material of your leggings. If you were not lost in how good it feels, you would have been grossed out and uncomfortable. A weak call of his name escapes you and Miguel looks up from your cunt to look at your face. He hums in acknowledgement, watching as you try to pull his face closer to yours in a kiss.

He swiftly avoids it, and you would have curled into yourself at the blunt rejection if you did not become distracted by his mouth suck and licking along your neck and jaw. Your mouth falls open with a moan, head leaning back to give him more room. He groans against your skin, fingers pressing tight circles to your clit. With a few hard circles, your back arches and your hold on him tightens. Gasping moans leave you and you feel the band in you snap, releasing more wetness into your panties as you finish. Miguel pulls his head away from your neck, keeping his fingers to your bud as you ride out the orgasm. Once you slump back down, he pulls his hands away. As you catch your breath, Miguel cleans up the mess on the counter. He reaches over, closing your melted ice cream and putting the spoon in the sink.

You are still in a daze when he pushes the warm container in your hands, his own hands gentle as he lifts you off the counter. Your eyes are glossy in after-lust as he gently guides you out of his apartment and into yours. His warm hand leaves the small of your back, massaging your sides before he whispers a thank you into your ear for your help. You are only pulled completely out of your daze when you hear your door lock and close as Miguel leaves. You turn to look at the door, cheeks blazing as you clutch tightly onto your ice cream.

You are totally getting a noise complaint for that old woman tomorrow.

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thestarrynightslover · 8 months

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Pairing: Harvey Specter x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,397

Warnings: None, really.

Summary: Mike goes to Harvey's apartment to deliver some files only to be proved wrong about his boss being a lonely workaholic.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way, or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: My first Harvey fic in a while, I had the idea based on an episode (I don't remember exactly which) and tried to elucidate to it here. Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck and feedback is appreciated as usual!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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Another day in the office, another drama for Harvey Specter: this time it was his associate, Mike Ross, wanting to tell his girlfriend the whole truth about the terms of his employment and Harvey couldn’t let him do it, for obvious reasons. But, as you’d expect, namecallings happened and it all ended with Mike throwing in Harvey’s face his being an alleged workaholic in lack of a personal 一 and, in this case, love 一 life. Emphasis on alleged, cause what Mike didn’t know was that his boss actually did have someone to go home to…

It had been a long day but at least you got to go home to your excentric puddle of comfort of a boyfriend: New York City’s best closer, Harvey Specter. Once you got to your place, where the two of you lived together, you were welcomed with the smell and the view of a freshly cooked dinner that Harvey probably had someone making for the two of you.

As you started taking off your coat and shoes by the door, Harvey came out of your shared bedroom wearing nothing but sweatpants and looking like he’d just taken a shower. “Oh, hey, honey!” He greeted you with a smile on his face. “Sorry I didn’t wait for you to shower but I mingled too much with people of dubious hygiene today, so I kinda really needed to get clean.”

“Ah, that’s okay,” you said while pouting cutely at the same time. “At least dinner is ready, 'cause I am starving!”

“Ha! You say it like it’s cutting-edge news!” He tells you, as he puts on a shirt 一 much to your disappointment.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” You ask feigning offense while putting away your bag, shoes, and coat.

“It means that you’re always starving, sweetheart,” Harvey answers nonchalantly like it’s nothing.

“That is not true! Or at least it’s not entirely true: I’m always starving if it’s past mealtime and I haven’t eaten!”

“Sure, whatever you say, baby!” He says it already knowing that your hunger and all the pet names will only soften you.

“You know what? After today I don’t even have the energy to bicker with you…”

“That bad, huh?”

“The ED was a complete chaos today, apparently all hospitals were swamped, which is why they called more surgeons downstairs to help out. I’ve been on my feet the entire day! I’m basically dead.”

“Dramatic… But I’m sorry you had a shitty day, baby.” He said coming to hug you from behind in your bathroom. Looking at your reflex in the mirror 一 both of you, together like that 一 filled your heart with love and your mind with peace. Harvey was definitely your happy place.

Some time later, after you’d had your dinner, gotten ready for bed, and watched a sappy rom-com you chose, you and Harvey were already cuddling, almost asleep when you heard insistent knocking on the door.

“Stay here, honey, I’ll go see what that’s all about.” You sorta heard Harvey say to you as you lost your personal space heater.

Out in the living, Harvey opened the door only to find his associate Mike Ross standing there looking all tired and disheveled. Before his boss could even say anything, he went ahead entering the apartment mumbling about the case they were currently addressing in the office.

“Harvey, you’re not gonna believe what I found about our not-so-innocent school teacher!” He said to the older man with such energy that sounded like he had had a few too many energetics.

“What the hell, Mike?! Why are you showing up on my doorstep this late at night?”

“Because I knew you’d wanna see this as soon as possible, besides, it’s not like you’d have anything important going here, would you?” Mike asked sorta mocking Harvey.

Ignoring his employee’s last comment, he took the papers Mike was offering and said: “This better be good, Ross, otherwise you’re gonna meet a whole different side of me.

As Harvey started reading all the documents, Mike started having a look around, cause when would he have another chance at taking a peek at his boss’s house like that again? And he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, he would definitely be making a few thousand jokes about it in the near future: there was a romance novel lying on the table, one of those with drawings on the cover that were becoming so popular then.

“Oh my God, Harvey, when were you gonna tell me about your love for reading?” He asked while pointing at the book with his head.

As Harvey’s eyes emerged from the papers in his hands with a confused look to them, Mike continued: “You know you could have told me, in fact after seeing the kinda genre you like I might actually ask for some recommendations, you know, to get my grandmother a few as presents.” The younger man said already starting to laugh loudly.

“That’s not mine…” Harvey began to answer with his mind still on the documents at hand.

“Oh no? You know there’s no need to lie to me, I promise I’ll try not to judge!”

“Funny. But that’s actually-”

“Mine!” You said as you came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but one of Harvey’s expensive dress shirts. “I don’t think we’ve met yet!” You exclaimed, already extending your hand to shake Mike’s. “I’m (y/n), Harvey’s girlfriend.”

“Girl- g- girlfriend?” Mike looked so shocked he almost choked on his laughter.

“Yes, but it’s doctor (y/l/n) for you.” He answered instinctively moving to your side. “What are you doing out of bed, sweetheart?”

“Sweetheart?” Mike murmured to himself in disbelief of the version of Harvey he was seeing, especially after their argument in the office and the things he’d said to Harvey.

“Well, I assumed it was something work-related when I noticed how long it was taking you to come back and came to drag you back to bed!” You announced to your boyfriend entangling your bodies with certain disregard for the other man standing there in shock.

Only then did Mike notice a framed picture on the sideboard behind him and it displayed both you and Harvey looking at each other with love in your eyes as he carried you bridal style into the water on a beach. Which was another surprise to the young attorney since he didn’t even know that Harvey was a fan of beaches.

“So you’re the famous Mike Ross, then?” You asked, catching his attention again. “You know, it’s very rare for someone to impress Mr. Specter here like you did!”

“Oh, honey, don’t do that, or he’ll spend an entire month finding new ways to subtly bring up in every conversation-”

“Oh, there won’t be anything subtle about it, Mr. Specter,” Mike said mockingly, finally coming out of the shock he had been on. “But I’m curious now, how long have you two been together?”

“About three years, isn’t it, babe?” You answered quickly not paying any mind to the mockery on Mike’s voice.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Wow, I never would’ve guessed it. Harvey never talks about you. Like ever.” Mike impolitely announced. “I mean, I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend and it’s been months since we started working together.”

“Well, that sounds about right since we don’t like to display our personal lives at work.” You said nonchalantly.

“But do Jessica and Donna know?”

“Of course they do. Must I remind you that you’re not a Donna or a Jessica, Mike?”

“Ouch. But do Lewis and Rachel know?”

“No, and no. And as interesting as your findings were, it’s time for you to leave. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow at the office.”

“But-”

“Mike. Now!”

“Oh, Harvey, don’t be like that.”

“He needs to go now and we need to go back to bed, so bye, Mike!” Harvey said while shoving Mike out the door.

And after he was gone, just like in the picture, Harvey picked you up from the floor and started carrying you back to the bedroom.

“Harvey!” You squealed out. But he didn’t mind it as he tossed you on the bed, got on top of you, and started kissing you. Apparently, Mike’s visit had put him in a good mood. And, apparently, it was going to be a long night.

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writingsfromhome · 7 months

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Impossibly Real

A/N: cute little story about being in a rough dating world and having a nice neighbour friend.

Part 2

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I memorize the face on my phone whilst standing in the middle of my building lobby. I study it as if I hadn’t been staring at his pictures since we both swiped right a couple weeks ago.

“Hot date?” A voice calls out. I look up to the source—one of my neighbours with takeaway in one hand and a case of beer in the other. The smell of his dinner makes my stomach rumble—I’d skipped dinner myself for this 8pm date.

“A very hot date,” I respond. Harry was one of the first people I’d interacted with when I moved to this complex a year and a half ago. He’d helped me move my boxed mattress in and I thanked him with a lukewarm beer. Ever since, we’d pick up on conversation every time we saw each other.

Most of those times were when we’d both be rushing out to work in the morning. Sometimes he’d walk to the tube with me, both of us going in opposite directions. Other times his girlfriend would pick him up.

“Let’s see,” he switches his beer to the other hand and holds his hand out.

I pretend to open the app and look for my date’s profile as if it hadn’t been open for the last three hours. He makes a sound of approval when I pass it over.

“Right?” I grin as he scans the profile.

I wasn’t always lucky in love. When Harry first met me I was fresh out of a 3 year relationship, and the only things to follow were bad dates and lonely nights.

“Likes pizza?” Harry says like he’d just caught sight of the guy’s private pictures.

“Yeah? So what?” I feel my defences go up. “Who doesn’t?”

“Yeah but that’s so…basic.” He hands the phone back. “That’s like saying ‘Drinks tea’ or ‘breathes air’.”

“No it’s not!” I wanted this to be a good one so badly, I wouldn’t hear any of Harry’s slander. “It’s relatable, and shows he’s down to earth.”

Harry groans. “Remind me what you do for work?”

I squint at him, unsure where he was going with his. “Analyst.”

“Ah,” he switches his beer back to his other hand and it snaps me out of the moment. I always lost track of time talking to Harry and this couldn’t be one of those times. I had somewhere to be!

“Ah what?” I glance at the door.

“As an analyst you’re used to reading into things-“

“Piss off!” I shut him down. “I’m leaving now.”

“I’m joking!” Harry calls out. “I’m sure he’s a great guy.”

I don’t respond to him as I walk away but he calls out my name.

“You look great, it’ll be a good date.”

“Fingers crossed,” I echo. “Enjoy your night.”

I find a taxi quickly and sit on my hands the whole way there so I don’t pick at my nails. There was no such thing as out of my league, I remind myself. He was just going to be a guy. A good looking guy.

***

“I’m getting a bit tipsy,” Dave admits. It was half past 9 and we’d had 5 drinks total, one of those being a nervous shot when he hadn’t showed up in the first ten minutes.

“We should get something to eat!” I suggest.

He grimaces. “It’s a bit overpriced in here.”

Oh. He was cheap.

That was rude. I snap out of my darkening thoughts. I couldn’t help it: not only was Dave late, he looked 5 years older than his pictures, which wasn’t a bad thing, but he was also 5 inches shorter than his profile stated.

It was awkward when he came in and I got up to hug him. I’d worn my 3 inch heels expecting to still come to his chest but we’d met at eye level instead. I didn’t want to make it awkward so I had sat down quickly. I regretted wearing these heels. They were chaffing against my feet even whilst sitting.

And the whole evening had been stiff conversation, like rubbing sandpaper against itself. It had ended in a dull evening. He was cute. That was all he had going for him.

“There’s a really good pizza place around here!” I say casually, like I hadn’t Googled the vicinity for an hour after we’d made plans. “I heard it was rated top 10 in the city.

His grimace comes back, it made him more unattractive the more he did it.

“I can go for some chips. There’s probably one down the road, you alright for a walk?”

“Great!” Maybe some fresh air and a change of scenery could spice the night up.

He pays the bill—maybe he wasn’t so cheap, I think. That is until we get to the chips shop and he hangs back for me to order for us. And pay.

I can already imagine retelling this date to my girl friends. They were all engaged or married so my dating stories were always amusing content for our hangouts.

Crossing from 20 to 30 made the stories more tragic than amusing, but I lived to laugh and that’s what I usually did after getting over bad dates like this one.

“It’s a nice night,” Dave says when we get our chips. He douses his in ketchup like a toddler would. Gah!

“It is…”

“Let’s take these outside.”

I’d rather not, with my heels digging into the backs of my feet and the blisters chafing against the fake leather. But I agree.

“So what’s with the pink?” He asks randomly.

“What?” I say over a mouthful of chip. I didn’t care how disgusting I was at this point. He’d done the bill-for-a-bill thing without asking and I’d lost any hope I had for the evening. I may as well be gross.

“The pink, you’ve got it at the bottoms of your hair and your earrings, your lips and your skirt and your heels-“

“I like pink.”

“That’s obvious,” he says dryly. “Is there a story behind it or something? Usually only schoolgirls wear their favourite colour that much.”

And usually only younger boys have fries with they ketchup rather ketchup with their fries, I want to say. But I keep my mouth shut.

“I think it’s overrated that getting older means getting all serious and boring. Pink’s my favourite colour and the world can know it. Be brighter for knowing it too.”

I keep my tone light yet Dave seems to takes my personal philosophy as a direct attack.

“But it’s a bit juvenile isn’t it? You don’t have to be boring just because you’re an adult but no one’s going to take you much seriously all dressed in pink. It’s a bit childish.”

“Not childish enough for you to want to go on a date with me,” I say. My pink hair was on display in my profile as well as many pink outfits throughout my linked Instagram. I know he’d seen it.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, not like that.” He backtracks. His face turns my favourite colour, even in the dark.

“When grown men are obsessed with Star Wars or Lord of the Rings or whatever, nobody bats an eye. They show up with fictional characters on their shirt and tattooed on their arms and it’s all dandy. But you think the world’s going to take me less seriously because I wear a lot of pink?”

“Okay I think there’s been a misunderstanding here.” Dave backs down like I knew he would. I’d known too many boys like him, who charged up when they thought they had an ounce of intellect over me. Reciprocate with even an ounce of assertive energy and they back down like a well-trained dog.

This night was tragic. My hopes up for nothing. And my feet were blistered for no damn reason.

“I think we’ve understood each other just fine.” I wipe my hands on a napkin and toss the rest of my chips away, ignoring the look Dave gives me. “It was a night, I’m going to head home now.”

“Look I-“

“Goodnight.” I walk away. I had no idea what direction but as long as I can end the night with the hope-zapper Dave.

***

On the lift up to my flat I look at myself in the mirror. Dead eyes, flushed and puffy face from the alcohol, and my hair was voluminous from the windy night air. I couldn’t wait to get to my flat and take my stupid heels off. They were so painful they’d now actually gone numb.

My phone rings as I get to my door. Dave. The nerve of that guy!

I put it on silent and fish out my keys but my phone buzzes a second time and I drop them.

“Fuck!” I say just as the door behind me opens.

“Woah!” Harry steps back into his flat after nearly tripping over my crouched figure.

“Ugh sorry,” I stand back up, keys looped around my finger.

“You’re back early.” Harry slowly eyes me from top to bottom. It makes my stomach feel like a washing machine on high. “Nice night with pizza guy?”

“Pizza guy was just like the others.”

I lean against my door and ignore my phone that’s now gone off for the third time in my purse.

“Fair enough. He did say he likes pizza.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” I whine. “I just wasted £30 on shite company.”

“Can I offer you a beer or have you had too many?”

I look down at my watch. It was half past 10, and I had work tomorrow but life was short and I was miserable so I follow Harry in.

“I’ll just toss this later.”

It’s only then I realize Harry had a trash bag in his hands and he was in his boxers and a robe. He rests the bag near his door and motions to the fridge as he walks down his hall. “Grab me one too?”

I’d been in Harry’s flat a few time, once when I baked too many sugar cookies for Christmas and he invited me in to eat with him. Another time when he was having a birthday party. I had thought it was cute his friends had done that for him old school. The last time was when my wifi stopped working one weekend and I had to ask him to use his. That was a nice day, both of us were going through busy season and had worked side by side on our laptops until Harry announced we were losers and should stop working to get dinner and watch a movie. That was one of my favourite days living in this complex so far.

I’m still standing in his kitchen when he comes out with sweatpants.

“Why are you still standing there?”

I look down at my shoes and so does he.

“Don’t you want to take those off?” Harry lifts one brow, confused.

“I’m scared.” I say. I didn’t know what I’d find. I felt like I was standing in a pool of blood.

“Why?” Harry was lucky he didn’t know the fear of taking off awful shoes after a long day of breaking them in. Men were lucky that way.

I shift my heel away from the back of the shoe and pain shoots up. It sounds sticky. I whimper. “Can you get me a chair?”

“What did you wear?” Harry’s staring at them with a mixture of fear and confusion. He carries one of his dining chairs to me. “Those are like, torture heels.”

“Tonight was torture.” I sit down and cross my foot over my knee. I take a deep breath. Harry hovers above me not able to look away. “Here goes nothing.”

I pry the shoe away and nearly cry.

“Oh my god!” Harry shouts. “Yo-you’re bleeding! What the f-“

“Oh my god,” I was dripping onto his floor. “Can I get-“

“Tissue!” Harry’s already throwing me his roll but I knock it away.

“I need help. Getting. To the bathroom.”

“Right right.” Harry kicks my shoe away and leans down so I can wrap my arm around his shoulder. I feel like an injured football player but so much more pathetic as I limp to his bathroom.

He sets me down on his toilet seat and blasts the tub with water.

“Sorry,” I limp to the edge of his bathtub and swing myself so that my feet dangle in. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your night.”

“I’m glad you did,” Harry’s voice still carries a hint of shock. “What is wrong with you? That’s diabolical you wearing shoes like that! What’s wrong with trainers? Or sandals? Don’t girls like strap sandals?”

“It just comes with being a woman okay?” I couldn’t answer all his questions. “I still need to take off the other one.”

I was more scared for my right foot than my left.

“Just…deal with that.”

Harry’s tub is filling with water and it stings everywhere it touches my foot. But especially my heel and all of my toes. I switch the knob to cold.

“Okay,” I take a deep breath. “The other fucking shoe.”

I can feel Harry peering over my shoulder. This one feels glued on and I squeal as I comes off. My foot looked like a bruised and crusted mess.

“Holy sh-“ Harry whispers. I dunk it fast in the running water and nearly topple backwards but Harry catches me with his knee and then stays there so I have somewhere to lean. It was nice.

“Bloody hell,” I swear as my feet sting and paint the water pink. “Genuinely so sorry about this.”

“Don’t be.” Harry shakes his head. “But please toss those shoes in the bin and never wear something like that again.”

“That’s impossible.”

“It’s not. It’s very possible.”

“I love heels! I just need to break these in.”

“They’re breaking you love.”

I feel him stiffen behind me which makes me suddenly self-conscious. I didn’t really read into his words, love was just a term of affection used around my friends. But apparently it wasn’t something Harry used lightly.

“They are. These ones are going in the bin, DNA and all.” I try to continue casually. This was so weird. Weirder than it needed to be given Harry and I were mates at most; I’d met his girlfriend, I didn’t think of him anything more than a neighbourhood friend. We certainly hadn’t hung out outside our flats before.

“Maybe burn them to be sure,” Harry finally responds. His voice is a bit rougher than before. “Don’t want to get accidentally framed with the free DNA.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d be too obvious a murderer to commit anything stealthily. They’d identify the pink-haired giant walking away.”

“You’re not a giant. You’re not even 6 feet.”

“I’m nearly 5’9 which is tall enough for a woman.”

“I don’t think so.” Harry brushes my hair behind my shoulder and a shiver runs up my spine. Maybe I should turn the icy water off. “Plus I like the pink. Makes you more interesting to look at.”

“So I’m not interesting to look at regularly?” I tease. I look up at him and the back of my head hits his thigh.

I see his adam’s apple bob and I suddenly feel vulnerable sitting here like this. I lean forward so my feet are steadied against the tub which is agonizing for my bloody feet but at least I wasn’t leaning against him.

“I said more interesting.”

The room grows quiet and I try not to read into it. Harry thought I was interesting to look at. Okay.

I turn the tap off and the silence in the room becomes unbearable.

“Have you got any plasters?” I turn inch by inch so I don’t slip on the lip of the tub or need more help from Harry. The energy in here was weird and him touching me was going to make it weirder.

“Yeah,” he’s eager to leave only to come back laughing. “They’re actually here. I…”

He opens a drawer and pulls a box out along with a tiny vial.

I take it from him, some sort of ointment oil. Why not.

“Motherf-“ I bite my lip as the ointment stings my cuts. “Why wouldn’t you warn me!”

Harry laughs again and it eases the tension a little. “I thought you knew it would burn!”

“I don’t treat cuts often jeez!”

“Sorry! That friend—you met him at my party, black curly hair, the one who does custom stuff?”

“Oh yeah I remember.”

“I helped him out one summer. I had to hand cut all these signs using one of those exacto blades? Cut my hands up so many times I had to buy something for them after one of them got infected.”

I wrinkle my nose at the idea of an infected cut and douse my other foot in the oil, swearing as I take the pain.

“I have a roll and cotton if you want to bandage your foot?” Harry suggests. “I don’t know if regular plasters cut it.”

“That’s so dramatic,” I usually stuck a couple plasters on and got on with it. But this was also the worst I’d ever had with breaking shoes in.

“Let me-“

“No!” I push Harry’s shoulder away as he leans down with the roll of bandage he’d procured. “Harry do not touch my foot!”

“I’ve dressed grosser,” he holds my heel gently and I try to yank it away again without falling into the tub but it’s impossible. I settle for pushing him away.

“Harry please! I’ve intruded enough stop touching my disgusting foot!”

“I’ve seen you wash it. It’s not disgusting, just bloody. Now stop squirming about!”

“Why are you…” I trail away because he wasn’t listening. He dabs my foot with a cotton pad and then begins the process of bandaging my heel and then my toe. I try not to squirm at how embarrassing this was.

Harry’s gentle and attentive as he moves on to the other foot which should make me feel okay but only adds to the humiliation. We were so not close enough to do this—I don’t even know if I’d do the same for him.

Another part of me knows I would. Despite knowing him in passing, plus a few solid occasions, I could tell Harry was one of the good guys. He was always chivalrous around the building, friendly in any interaction I’d seen with him, loved enough to be thrown a surprise birthday party, and caring enough to always ask about how I was doing. And to do this.

When he glances up I don’t expect it. Our gazes clash and the weird energy from before creeps in again.

“Sorted,” he lets my foot down gently.

“Harry I owe you like…a massive dinner, and drinks are on me forever forward.”

“That’s not necessary,” he chuckles as he puts his little first aid kit back. “Just don’t wear heels like that again please. It’s not worth it.”

“They’re so pretty though,” I sigh. They’re now discarded on the tiled floor, the insides bloody.

“Let’s get you that beer,” he holds a hand out.

“I can’t. I’ve kept you late and you probably-“

“One beer.”

“I don’t want to intrude-“

“Just one,” his tone is gentle but he’s not taking no for an answer.

“Fine!” I admit defeat. He helps me up and together I limp to his couch.

We sit in silence for a bit while we drink. I don’t know what he’s thinking about, but the events of the evening play in my head.

“He actually insulted me.” I blurt. Before he can ask questions I explain. “Firstly he was late, then he was droning on and on about shit I don’t even remember anymore. Then he was cheap about food, but because he paid for drinks he got me to pay for chips. Then he said I wear too much pink and nobody would take me seriously as an adult. That it was childish.”

“Really?” Harry leans forward from his end of the couch. “He said all that?”

“Yeah! I said men are allowed to wear their Star Wars shirts and Lord of the Rings bullshite. And when a woman wears more than one article of pink she’s childish?”

“What a prick.”

“I know!”

“You’re too good for someone like that.”

“Thank you,” I sit back, seen and validated.

“The pink makes you cool, stand out in a crowd. He’s just blind to look at you and think that. Or he’s just intimidated.”

“Oh yeah he lied about his height! So I stood there in those stupid pink heels taller than him.”

“That must have got him,” Harry grins. “I actually love that story.”

His words warm me.

“You’re so nice Harry,” I tell him. “Honestly you’re like a gem of a guy.”

“I’m not that nice-“

“Don’t tell me you’re a bad boy or something because you’re a solid good guy. Rare. Never change.”

“Hmph,” he clears his throat.

“Your girlfriend’s lucky. A lot of us have to put up with trolls before we find a good guy like you.”

Harry stays silent. Maybe I’d said too much. Maybe I should stop drinking.

“We broke up. Wasn’t good enough for her.”

Shite. Blistered, bloody, bandaged foot directly in mouth..

“I-I’m sorry. To hear that! Oh my god yeah I guess I haven’t seen her in a while-“

“Yeah been a few months now. I’m mostly over it.”

“How long were you two dating again?”

“Almost 3,” Harry twists his mouth to the side. I’d never seen him look bitter before. “I accepted it, the end of us. Until I hear from a friend she jumped right into another relationship. So…that must have been behind the scenes near the end of our relationship.”

Bitter indeed. “That’s a shitty way to find out too.”

“I wish she was just honest. Y’know like, I met someone else whatever. At least that way I took the hit at once and then got over it. Instead after a month of moving on I just got punched all over again.”

“That’s a dick move.” I agree. “I’ve seen you so many times the last few months why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t want to bring down the mood. Felt too loaded for a conversation on the lift.”

“You could have saved it for a walking-to-the-tube conversation?”

“Then just part ways after dropping that on you?”

“Isn’t that perfect?” I tease and he covers his face. I change the subject. “My 3.5 year relationship ended when he said he didn’t see me as marriage material.”

“I thought it was a mutual breakup?” Harry asks. I’m surprised he remembers what I told him when I first moved in.

“I lied. I didn’t want you to see me as your pathetically lonely neighbour.”

He laughs at that. At least I’d gotten a smile back on his face. “I thought it was a bit suspicious but I didn’t push it. Every time I saw you when you first moved in it always looked like you cried.”

“Oh my god!” I cover my face. “Don’t tell me that! That’s so embarrassing!”

It was true. I cried for three weeks straight after the breakup but I also thought I was sly enough to get around unnoticed.

“It’s not a big deal! I used to worry about you.”

“That’s another thing that’ll keep me up at night now—but see that’s sweet! You barely knew me and you worried. Like! You were raised right.”

“Sure,” he smiles my way with a laugh in his eyes. He was enjoying making me squirm but it’s this smile, one I’d never seen before directed at me, that made me squirm the most.

“Okay now stop being sweet and kick me out.” I gingerly stand and suck up the fresh pain that comes back.

“You can stay as long a-“

“Harry.” I look at him seriously. “I know we both work demanding jobs, and that’s what we have to do tomorrow morning. It’s past midnight and I should go.”

He sighs and gets up to help me hobble to his door.

“Good thing I live next door—oh my shoes. They’re in your-“

“I’ll get them to you later.” He promises.

“You just want to try them on in private.” I tease as he opens his door. He waits while I fish through my purse again for my keys. I remember then the missed calls from Dave—that feels so long ago.

“I like my feet whole.” He chuckles. “Plus I’m tall enough.”

“Some girls think 6 feet is short.”

“How do you know I’m 6 feet?”

I turn my key and let my door swing open.

“I’m good at telling heights.”

“What’s your secret?”

“Well,” I turn back to him and put my hand on my head. “I get my height and then just measure against the person. I gauge the inches which if I’m close enough-“ Harry moved closer to me so there’s only a few inches between us. “Uhm. If I’m close enough it’s easy to count up or down.”

“So you count up-“

“Three or so inches.” I look up, determined to meet his eye. It was just Harry. I didn’t need to feel weird around my neighbour Harry.

But I can’t look away. I never noticed the depth of his eyes; they’re mesmerizing and I can’t look away.

“It’s a neat party trick.” He says so low, but we’re so close it’s loud as hell to my ears. Or maybe that’s the blood rushing through my head.

“Don’t really go to enough parties to turn it into a trick.” My voice comes out squeaky and I clear my throat. “Mostly useful to compare a dating profile to the real thing.”

“Hm,” he hums. His fingers toy with the pinks of my hair before draping it behind my shoulder.

“I should go.” I say for the millionth time.

He looks at me again and I forget why I should go. His gaze drops to my lips and I feel hot—hotter than the pain on my bloody feet.

“You’re the real thing.”

It’s unconscious, the way I arch up to him. It’s natural, the way he meets me halfway. It’s unforgettable, the way his soft lips feel on mine.

Until I lean my weight on my toes and I’m reminded of my broken feet, this evening, and who I was kissing.

I couldn’t be kissing my neighbour! I saw him nearly every damn day!

“Har-“ I push gently at his chest and he’s quick to move back.

“Sorry I-that-“

“No I’m sorry that was me-“

“We should…”

“Yeah.” I grasp behind my back until my hand touches my doorframe. “Um…thanks for everything. Tonight.”

“Yeah.” Harry’s flushed and somehow more attractive than I’ve ever noticed. He also has a smidge of pink lipstick at the corner of his mouth but I file that away for later. ��Goodnight.”

“Goodnight!” I turn and quickly close my door, knowing Harry was not going to be the first to leave. Despite my head telling me not to, I turn and peep through the peephole. He’s still leaning against his doorframe, head bowed, running his hand through his hair. I watch him mutter something and then go in. I stay there until the automatic light switches off and then sink to the floor.

Harry. Friendly, funny, neighbour Harry. He’d dressed my bloody feet, served me beer, and then kissed me.

I touch my lips. I wasn’t even mad about it. This was going to be complicated no doubt, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

***

I manage to avoid Harry for a week. Which is a pretty impressive feat given our doors nearly open onto each others.

But he catches me on the lift after work one day. There’s already two others beside me and Harry nearly misses the lift, slipping in just as it’s closing. He does a double take when he sees me.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” Everything was normal. Everything was fine.

“Smart choice of shoes.”

We look down at my Stan Smiths.

“I’ve learned my lesson…for now.” I look back up at the row of numbers. The lift stops on floor 5 and the couple get out.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He states simply when the door closes.

“I have not!” I finally look at him and nearly lose my breath. When did he become so attractive?!

“We see each other almost every day living the way we do. And you’re telling me we managed to miss each other for a week?”

I shrug, “it’s been a weird week.”

“When did the weird week start?”

Saved by the bell. The doors open to our floors with a ding, but Harry blocks me from my front door.

“Are you serious?” I try to sidestep him but he stays in my path.

“We should talk.”

“We’re talking now.”

“C’mon.” He sighs and moves out of my way. I sigh myself before opening my door and leaving it open behind me. He takes the hint.

“I want to apologize for that night.” Harry says. “I was just feeling vulnerable and it shouldn’t have happened-“

“You’re joking right? I was going on about how good you were and I got a little too into it I think. I totally kissed you so I’m sorry. For making it weird-“

“I kissed you,” Harry tries to correct me.

“No I kissed you so I should apolog-“

“No.” Harry cuts me off.

“Why are we arguing about this?” I throw my hands up. We’re standing in the entryway going back and forth about this. It was stupid. “We’re both sorry. It shouldn’t have happened. Let’s just move on okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees. “So we’re friends? You’re not going to avoid me in the building?”

“No.” I put my hands on my hips. “Cuz I wasn’t avoiding you in the first place.”

He laughs, throwing his head back and my breath catches. I lied. I wasn’t sorry I kissed him but I was sorry it ruined our friendship. Damnit.

“You’re impossible.”

“I thought I was the real thing?” I ask without thinking.

Slightly healed, but still bruised foot, directly in mouth!!!

“Impossible things can be real,” Harry’s mood changes. He stands taller and he takes a step towards me. “Do…do you want us to just move on?”

I don’t know how to answer that.

“I…we live right next to each other Harry. It’s-“

“Unconventional but not impossible.”

“Impossible.”

“But it can still be real.”

I can’t help it. I grin at how serious he was being with his play on words. He was serious about this though. It scared me a little.

“A date.”

“What about it?” I ask.

“We go on a date, see how things are. It they’re weird we go back to friends like we always were. If it’s good…”

“Okay. How about Friday?” I wanted this as much as it seemed like he wanted it. Dating was hard, apps were impossible. This good and kind man standing in front of me was impossible and real.

“Friday’s perfect. Wednesday would be even better.”

“Today is Wednesday.” I say before realizing what he meant.

“It is.”

“Okay. Pick me up at 7?”

“I’ll be on time.” Harry’s grin is contagious.

“Great.” I watch him walk back to the door.

“One favour?” He asks. I ask him what it is. “Wear something pink?”

“Most definitely.” My heart surges and I feel seen. So seen.

I think he was the real thing too. Impossibly real. And possibly something more than neighbourly friends.

Excited and hopeful were an understatement. I couldn’t wait.

#harry styles fic #writingsfromhome #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #one shot #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #fic #impossibly real #i’ve been writing a little again #most of my stuff is angsty and annoying so #heres the fluffier piece lol

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pianocat939 · 7 months

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I WILL BE HEARING YOU OYT ON YANDERE BONNIE PLEASE RANT TO ME POST ALL YOUR IDEAS

Ok I’m gonna do withered Bonnie bcs it just makes sense for this-

Tw: Murder *new animatronic ahem ahem*, stalking basically

Imagine you, are a new guard.

Simple.

You successfully do your job, with no worries or even creeped out at all.

You basically say “fuck off” to every animatronic.

Meanwhile, Bonnie is intrigued. In his broken, unusable state, seeing you act so nonchalantly to his…“replacement”, brings him a weird inspiration.

Out of curiousity, he watched you. Not out of malicious intent. Just curiosity.

Let’s say you respond to him nicely, after realizing he isn’t an enemy. And his dead heart evokes up into flames.

He wants to be close to you. He wants to be wanted again. He wants to be someone’s favourite again. He wants to be loved again.

…

As the nights pass by. He tries to destroy all the other malicious animatronics. While also approaching closer to you.

At some point, if you fall asleep on accident, he’s putting an unused table cloth over you to keep you warmer. And maybe a few hugs and nuzzles stolen without you knowing.

You’re warm. He likes that. You’re not cold like he is.

…

Don’t question him when he stuffs you into an unused bunny animatronic. He just really, really wants you to stay, and be his warmth. Forever.

Until the place burns down, bringing the two of you along.

“Stay with me. I’m so lonely without you. You’re all I have.”

(This was so self-indulgent it’s not even funny-)

- Celina

#Bonnie #Bonnie fnaf #withered bonnie #fnaf #fnaf 2 #five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy’s 2 #Bonnie x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #fnaf x reader #five nights at Freddy’s x reader

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prince-liest · 10 months

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was recently talking to a friend about qi rong which then lead to me going on a reread of my favorite qi rong fic EVER, and now I’m in my feels about him, his relationship with his family, and his relationship with xie lian and guzi.

I just love qi rong a lot. to be clear, he’s a horrible little gremlin and that is a lot of WHY I love him - but I also think that fundamentally qi rong is a character who is super traumatized but does not receive sympathy for that trauma because he is not traumatized in a “palatable” way which is a trend that starts when he is young and just never ends, canonically, at any point in his life

right from the bat: the first 5 years of his life, he's being physically and emotionally abused, he's cast out to live in a shed, his mom is forgotten by her family. by the time she finally escapes his abusive father and goes back to the palace, her elopement with him has been swept under the rug and most people don't actually know what happened - and are then weirded out by her and qi rong, causing all the children and even most adults around qi rong to basically refuse to interact with him. so he's abused and hated, then isolated to the point where nobody talks to him, nobody plays with him. the one time he thinks he succeeded at attempting to make some friends, it turns out that they tricked him into writing a death wish for himself and his mother on his lantern.

and all the while, he's watching xie lian and the adulation he receives, not understanding why xie lian gets those things and he does not. everyone always says he looks like xie lian. he’s even called xiao jing, like he’s a mirror of the crown prince. what’s the difference?

and then xie lian himself is the only person aside from his own mother to be genuinely kind to qi rong. qi rong is desperately lonely, envious and fixated on the cousin that nobody will stop comparing him to, and then said cousin is the only person to reach out to him with kindness. of course he wants to attach himself to xie lian and emulate him.

unfortunately for both of them, then his mother dies - not just randomly, but specifically in defense of xie lian’s mother, and having extracted a promise for xie lian’s parents to care for qi rong. however, things don’t actually change at that point. sure, they take him in and buy him whatever he wants, but as far as love and care are concerned, xie lian is really the only potential source of those things left for qi rong. xie lian is also a teenager with a lot of pressure on his shoulders and a lack of understanding of difficult situations. of course he doesn’t know how to raise his traumatized, misbehaving cousin! and nobody else bothers to. it’s deeply unfair for xie lian to be used as the singular tool to discipline and direct qi rong, and that directly contributes to their extremely soured relationship.

now that qi rong’s mother is dead, there is nobody left around that actually wants him or is willing to put effort into properly raising him. when a kid turns out as wild as qi rong - that's not just random happenstance, that happens because they weren't parented right (or at all). he acts out in increasingly insane ways for the attention everyone hates to give him - anyone's, but especially xie lian's, which sucks for xie lian because it should have been his parents providing qi rong with an authority figure and source of love, not xie lian's teenage self. and people respond by waving him off, giving him whatever he wants just to make him go away, and ignoring him, because he has a deeply off-putting personality.

and it causes everyone around qi rong to resent him in this vicious cycle that escalates his behavior because he doesn't know what else to do - until eventually even xie lian, the one person that he really looked up to, hates him too.

obviously qi rong is an awful person by the point we reach in canon, but I also think that if he had received regular hugs as a child and maybe some actual parenting from someone who didn’t beat him, instead of just being given a bunch of money and being told to fuck off

specifically because he was weird and traumatized and unlikeable

things would have turned out very different for him. because he very clearly tries - that’s one thing that’s very clear in the flashbacks and even continues to modern canon: qi rong really tries to get love and attention, and when that doesn’t work, he just escalates to “any attention, bad attention, attention that proves I’m worth something, proves wrong all the people saying the supposedly-amazing cousin that took away my only source of kindness when he started hating me, is so much better than me”. he starts out an awkward, off-putting kid and ends up the night-touring green lantern. of course he holds enough resentment to end up a calamity. his cannibalism shtick doesn’t even read as genuine to me, it just seems like he picked out “what’s the worst, most attention-grabbing thing I can possibly be to pre-emptively justify everyone’s disgust in me” and landed on that.

(see also: I think it’s hysterical that he has very strong opinions and abilities as pertains to gourmet cooking, and then just uses them to lure in victims so that he can have his meal of Raw Unseasoned Human Flesh. you can’t tell me he’s doing it for anything other than the bit at this point.)

and that’s also why I think his weirdly wholesome relationship with guzi also makes a lot of sense. qi rong is a shockingly decent father to him (eventually), probably in part because he overidentifies with guzi also being abused by his father, but also, because guzi is literally just a kid and therefore is not someone that yet has the capacity to have all these preconceptions about qi rong, nor for qi rong to read into his words and be insulted, because. that's just a kid. there’s nothing to read into.

I think his treatment of guzi (eventually) shows that he's capable of being at least kind of decent (or at least functional), he's just never been in a circumstance where his trauma and relationships let it happen. his material life was always supplied for, but his emotional and familial environment in xianle was invariably toxic for him.

anyway, I think qi rong needs a shower and a hug, in that order, and then to be forced to learn to interact with people who don't immediately assume the worst of him. thanks for coming to my TED talk, I know it was long as hell.

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #qi rong #xie lian #guzi #tgcf meta #meta #my writing #long post #text posts #tgcf spoilers #just as they pertain to qi rong not the main plot

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f10werfae · 1 year

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How would lumberjack Henry handle someone making fun of his x shy wife stutter ? Would he go feral on someone ??

Lumberjack!Henry gets protective over shy!short!wife’s adorable stutter

A/n: a fun drabble for you all :)

Disclaimer: 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

“Go on sugar babe, have a go” Henry coaxed Y/n forward at the bar, knowing how hard she found it to order for herself, his hands softly groping her ass as he watched her lovingly, “E-excuse me, c-can I have a l-lemonade please” She said softly, watching Patricia scowl on the other side of the bar, a sly smirk coming onto her face. “Well done baby bun, s’proud of ya” Henry whispered directly into her ear, kissing her neck wetly, visible enough that even Patricia’s eyes had widened at their public display of affection; Y/n giggling and nuzzling herself further into her built husband’s chest.

“Fuckin’ hell girl, can’t you speak properly? Sound like you’re still 5 years old with that stupid stutter of yours. What d-did ya want a-again, a l-lemonade?” Patricia chuckled mimicking poor little Y/n’s stutter, seeing the younger shorter woman’s face fall, her glossy lips falling into a pout, noticing how her hands started to fiddle with each other out of anxiety. Patricia simply scoffed turning around, starting to prepare Y/n’s lemonade. “S-she was mean” Y/n whispered into Henry’s neck, whimpering against his chest, his heart cracking open at the sight of his sweet little wife so upset.

“Uh- Patricia, turn around” Henry gruffed rubbing his hand up and down his wife’s back, Y/n’s head was now turned away into his neck, her whole body engulfed and hugged by his huge arms. Yet Patricia could see that she was busy kissing and sucking on Henry’s neck as if it was a pacifier, one of Henry’s hands unashamedly still fondling shy, sweet Y/n’s behind through her dark blue dress. “Yes Henry darlin’?” She said through gritted teeth, her eyes trying to ignore the couple basically petting each other right in her bar, even though it was a busy Saturday night and they weren’t the worst couple there. Jealousy wasn’t even enough to describe how Patricia felt.

“The fuck did you say about my wife? Did you jus’ say her stutter was stupid? N’ that she sounds 5? Or was that my ears playin’ games with me” Henry smiled sickly, tilting his head slightly, his hand reaching up to knock onto the wooden bar roughly, the loud thuds out of nowhere now shocking Patricia a bit. “Uhm well, I jus’ think she’s a cute lil’ thing, ahaha, didn’t mean no harm” Patricia said nervously, clearly backpedaling her earlier insults and stabs at the upset woman.

“Thought so, cause I swear if I hear you say some dumb shit like that again, ya know what i’m capable of don’t ya? Wouldn’t wanna have somethin’ bad happen to ya or your family” Henry growled leaning forward, his hands both covering Y/n’s ears, who was now just looking up at her older husband, dazed by how handsome he looked that night. He wore a white vest, along with some baggy jeans and the belt she had bought him for his birthday; claiming it was his favourite gift of all time n’ he’s worn it near every day since.

Patricia stood shocked just looking at Henry’s threat, in all the years yeah she had heard stories, but she just thought he was a hot piece of meat who was lonely. “Now baby bun, why don’t ya repeat your order, don’t think they heard ya right” Henry’s smile turned soft as he uncovered his baby’s ears, softly hugging around her shoulders as he turned her to face Patricia. “Uh yes What c-can I get for you” Patricia said shaking herself out of her state of shock, forcing a smile.

Y/n on the other hand beamed at the woman, almost as if she forgot what had happened earlier, “Uh a l-lemonade p-please” Y/n replied feeling more confident, Henry had always told her how much he loved her stutter, it always just gave him more opportunities to listen to her talk; honestly he found it adorable how she sometimes struggled to get through a sentence to a point where she’d get annoyed at herself and have to ask him for help. “Don’t worry baby, know your brain gets foggy s’times” He would say to comfort her, his thumb raking her cheek softly to try and calm her frustrations.

Her stutters during sex? Now that was something else, how she would beg and beg, and the fact that she was getting fucked, made her stutters all the more obvious and often. Most of the time her words were incoherent and didn’t make sense, inaudible hot sounds were heard instead, letting Henry know just how dumb fucked she was. His baby bun.

“H-here you go” Patricia said sliding over the cold glass, watching Henry pick his wife out a pink straw, bending and putting it in for her; even lifting her glass while she sipped. His wife was spoiled rotten, he’d do anything for her and that was clear. “Thank you Patricia, it’s s’good” Y/n smiled almost innocently, although Patricia couldn’t help but imagine the depraved thing going on behind the closed doors of their secluded cabin home.

“Oh and Patricia, lose the stupid fuckin’ stutter, doesn’t work with you” Henry snarked throwing down a dollar bill, chuckling as he brought his wife to sit on his lap, her manicured hands holding onto her glass of lemonade as she just looked at her husband dreamily. If anyone looked close enough they could see that his hands were already up her damn skirt, and if anyone had asked, Henry would have bluntly said that he was feeling up his wife’s sweet pussy, knowing that no one would question it further.

“I-I love y-you” Y/n said all giggly, leaning her head onto her husband’s shoulder, her lips quick to press glossy kisses all over his face and neck, “I love you too sweet pea, love you n’ your stutter s’damn much” He growled nipping her bottom lip between his teeth, making sure Patricia was watching before he kissed his wife’s mouth deeply, her tongue falling out of her lips; allowing him to suck on it lewdly. Y/n was used to this, she knew Henry would never go too far in public, but just enough to keep them both satisfied.

“That is good lemonade baby, what’dya say?” Henry grinned,

“Thank you so much!” Y/n smiled looking towards Patricia, her saliva covered chin causing the older woman to blush and turn to another customer, she had never seen such a dirty play of attraction right in front of her face.

“Did I d-do somethin?” Y/n frowned watching Patricia walk to the other side of the bar, “Nothin’ for you to worry bout bun, finish that damn lemonade n’ let’s go home”

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billskeis · 5 months

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Hey so could you write a fluff type fox with either demon/ghost or vampire tom but like based off of In my room by ICP (insane clown posse)? Or other way around with reader being the ghost/demon/vampire creature.

Only if you’re comfy with it though!

(As always, ur one of my fav writers! Keep doing what you enjoy)💕💕💕

ᡣ𐭩 vampire bf tom

as you slipped yourself into your bed, you immediately got into the comfiest position that let’s you go to bed the quickest you can. drifting into sleep, you find yourself yet wide awake once more.

there’s tapping at the window, it’s him.

you’ve gotten yourself a visitor for the past few nights since you moved into your new apartment. living by yourself find you to be an easy target.

for someone who’s not human.

he introduced himself as tom kaulitz, and what’s totally weird about him was that he only ever came when it was dark.

you found it completely and utterly useless that he taps on your window because he just emerges from the dark corner where the moonlight was blocked out by your closet.

he was quite handsome you had to admit. black braids. a black bandana, black baggy clothes, the lip piercing that accompanies the side of his bottom lip was also black.

clearly there was a pattern here, but you didn’t mind. black was sexy.

the first night you met him you of course tried to knock him out assuming that he was an intruder and to your multiple failed events, heard him out.

he was a vampire, a lonely vampire who just sought out comfort in the night. he was talking about blood of course.

being that you kinda have a hero complex offered him to feed off you in order to make sure he doesn’t try to feed off other human beings and killing them.

he assures you though he would never go that far into feeding to kill someone, but you never know how true that is.

“hey doll, were you just heading to bed? i’m sorry,” he sounded genuinely apologetic, “no it’s fine.. just had a long day. work was rough.”

you got up from the bed and immediately brought him into your embrace, he hugs you back tight. letting go, he looks into your eyes and smile.

“you look awfully pretty tonight, such a shame you go to bed when you should be showing yourself off,” he caresses the side of your neck with his left hand, right on your waist.

his touch was cold, but in a way, comforting.

“you flatter me too much tom, hungry?” you ask as you lean your neck to the side a bit, giving him access to finally feed.

“m’ starving..”

the side of your neck throbbed, some part of it hurt, but it also felt good. you took pride in knowing that such a hot ass vampire would come to feed off of you and stay, listening to your promise of not feeding off others.

“you okay baby? i did take a bit more than i did last time..” you shook your head at him as you laid down in your bed looking at one another, “i’ve gone through worse,” “promise? “i promise tom.”

you took a braid into your hand and twirled it around your finger, you stared at the motion happening in your hands until you looked at tom who was attentively still staring at you, never breaking contact.

he reached out his arm to pull your body closer to his, the cool sensation of his skin is not akin to yours, but it just felt oh so right. the two of you basically hugged each other so closely, cuddling, limbs tangled together not wanting to be untwined.

you feel his breath onto your neck as his head rests in the crevice of it. he takes a sharp, deep inhale, clearly loving the scent you give off to him. you find it a little weird he does this but,

he’s a vampire after all.

“m’ gonna go to sleep tom, goodnight..” he kisses the side of your neck that he left a bite mark on, then caressing your back with the arm that held you together, “goodnight princess,” he said, his movements on your body allowing you to finally drift into sleep.

you wake up to the warm daylight of the morning with birds chirping, feeling around your bed you are met with emptiness. he’s gone, you don’t really mind it as the two of you solely know and are with one another because of a deal.

but another part of you wishes it could be something more, yearning for his presence once more.

you get up to do your morning routine and plan the day out in your head mentally, attempting to busy yourself as much as possible so night would come faster.

after the sun comes up, he makes his leave. it’s always been like this.. well, of course, sun is harmful to vampires and you weren’t able to prevent that from happening.

but if you had it your way, the fucking sun would be gone.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel x you #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x reader #2000s #fyp

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gojosnympho · 1 year

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thique - s.mg

pairing: mingi x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au

word count: 3.1k

content warnings: established relationship, a lot of talk about healthy weight gain, body worship, pet names, mirror sex, teasing, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, praise (fem receiving), reader has a nose piercing, multiple orgasms, they’re really in love it’s kinda gross

synopsis: after being away for a month mingi comes home to his girlfriend and shows her just how much he missed her.

playlist: THIQUE - beyoncé, body - megan thee stallion

author’s note: i’m kind of a genius for this idk! and this is also very self indulgent. enjoy! 🥰

mingi. he’d been gone for a month. he was away visiting his family in korea and in his absence, you’d been eating to try to forget that he was so far away. calls and texts and facetimes were only so efficient. there was nothing compared to having him in your arms, his big frame basically swallowing yours. you missed him. the apartment was so lonely without him. it felt so dull and not bright like it felt when he was in it. you felt so silly that him being gone affected you this much but mingi was the love of your life. you hated being away from him.

you came home from work that evening once again to a quiet, lonely apartment. with an exasperated sigh you kicked off your shoes and trudged upstairs to the bathroom to wash off your very long day. the shower water was hot and steamed filled the bathroom to the brim. lately this was the closest thing you had to a hug. maybe you should get a pet for times like these. you turned off the shower, stepping out to wrap a towel tightly around your body. skincare and slipping your pajamas on followed after. now downstairs, you rummaged through the kitchen to find something to eat while you retreated to your couch to end your night watching a movie you’d seen a hundred times. you decided on a tub of your favorite ice cream. you walked the few steps from the kitchen to the living room and plopped down on the couch, another exasperated sigh leaving your lips.

you popped the top off of the ice cream and began eating as you absentmindedly watched the movie. you missed that man so much you couldn’t even enjoy it.

“i’m gonna call him.” you said to yourself, picking up your phone from where it layed on the couch. just as you were about to press his contact, the sound of keys unlocking the door damn near startled you, until you remembered that the only other person who has keys is… mingi.

you hopped up from the couch and raced to the door to greet him, your bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood floors. the door opened and there he stood, looking so fine in his glasses and sweatsuit. he’d dyed his hair a new color since he’s been gone, you noticed. you didn’t even let him put his bags down before you all but pounced on him, wrapping your body around his. he laughed, dropping his bags in the doorway and hugging you back as tightly as he could.

“why didn’t you tell me you were on your way back?!” you asked him, face buried in his chest. you’d felt like crying but you fought the urge, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

“i wanted to surprise you. are you surprised?” he asked you. his deep voice flooded your body with contentment.

“yes.” you nodded, face still buried in his chest. you didn’t want to let him go, not even for a second. afraid that if you did he’d leave again.

you had to though so he could step inside the apartment. he pulled his bags inside and shut and locked the door behind him. he pulled you in for another hug. you smelled so good, like cocoa butter and vanilla. he missed your scent just as much as you missed his. mingi placed a soft and slow kiss on your lips. you’d almost forgotten what his lips felt like against yours.

“you taste sweet.” he pointed out after you pulled away from the kiss.

“ice cream.” you explained simply. “god, i missed you so much.” that lump in your throat forming once again.

“i missed you too, princess.”

you stayed in each other’s embrace for a while longer, enjoying the closeness after being away from each other for a month. mingi was the one to pull away first but not before giving you a kiss on the top of your head. mingi was about to head upstairs to put his things away until he noticed the way you’d filled out since he’s been gone.

“wait,” he began, dropping his bags again. “let me look at you.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked him. his eyes trailed up and down your body. they were no longer full of love and affection but now lust and hunger. you felt goosebumps arise on your skin.

“you gained weight.” he pointed out and you looked down at yourself. you hadn’t noticed but you guessed that with all of the food you’d been engorging in while he was gone was the reason. you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it, “you look good. nice and healthy and thick.”

“i was eating a lot.” you explained to him. he was closer to you now, that hungry look still in his eyes. “you look like you’re gonna eat me.” you said.

“i might.”

“mingi.”

“you don’t understand, baby girl. i haven’t seen you or been inside you in over a month.” he walked closer to you, instinctively you backed up. he continued, “and the first thing i see when i get home is you, thicker than i’ve ever seen you. and you expect me not to want to eat you.”

“mingi.” you repeated

“then you have on these little ass shorts.” he had you backed against the wall now. you were trapped in the best way possible. he hooked his finger in the elastic band of your sleep shorts and then let it snap against your skin, but not hard enough to hurt you. just enough for you to feel the light sting. “and this little ass tank top.”

“i didn’t even know you were coming.” your voice came out as nothing but a whisper.

“oh, so you’ve been walking around in these little clothes while i’ve been gone and you didn’t send me pictures? that’s selfish, princess.”

“i’m an in person event only.”

mingi laughed at your cuteness but soon he was looking at you with that same intense stare.

“really though, baby girl. you look so fucking good. i need to touch you and fuck you right now. can i?” what a gentleman, asking before he blows your back out and gives you a limp for the next two days.

“please.”

mingi insisted on fucking you in the mirror, he wanted both of you to admire your new body. so that’s where you were. you started on the ground in front of the full body mirror you kept in the corner of your room. you sat between his legs as he caressed your body. his large hands handled you with the gentlest of care, drawing moans from your lips when he rubbed your breasts over the thin fabric of your white tank top or when he rubbed your thighs getting dangerously close to your needy pussy.

“mingi, please.” you whined, looking at him through the mirror.

“uhn uhn.” he tutted. “first you gotta look at yourself.”

“i look at myself everyday, song mingi.”

“do what i say or i’m not giving you what you want.”

you looked at yourself, per his request. you stared at yourself in the mirror while he did the same. you really hadn’t noticed the extra weight you’d put on but looking at yourself now and the way your body had changed was almost overwhelming. but you liked it. you liked the way you’d filled out since he’s been gone. you liked the way it had mingi acting just a little bit more. he was squeezing and rubbing over every inch of your body, not letting anything go untouched. you felt so beautiful. so loved. that’s why you missed him so much. he never missed an opportunity to make you feel like this.

“you’re the most gorgeous woman on this planet. you’re so perfect. everything about you is perfect. my perfect, perfect girl.”

your heart swelled at his words, “thank you mingi.”

“perfect face.” he used his index finger to gently trace the features of your face. he started with your eyes, complimenting the brown orbs. then your pierced nose, telling you how much he adored it and how cute the dainty, diamond stud is. then your pretty, plump lips, telling you how soft they were and how he loved all the sweet and funny things that slipped past them and how he loved when you covered them in gloss.

his finger trailed down your neck which made you shiver and you relaxed even more into him. he spoke again, “perfect body.” his voice had dropped an octave. his lips so close to your ear you shivered once more at the subtle contact.

“your boobs.” he grabbed one in both hands and squeezed the mounds of flesh. you moaned, squirming against him. you needed more from him. you needed to feel him. mingi wasn’t worried about that yet though. no. his only concern right now was making sure you knew how much he adored you.

“so soft.” he gave them another squeeze. he moved to your belly, “cute little tummy.” he rubbed his large palms over the pudge of your bare stomach. his hands felt so good and his words had you subject to his every whim.

“mingi, please.”

he ignored your pleas and continued his ministrations on your body. your pussy was soaked, the fresh pair of underwear you just put on now ruined thanks to him.

“let’s take these off.” he snapped your shorts against you again. you lifted your hips up and he slid the shorts down your legs and tossed them to the side. he spread your legs wider so both of you could get a peak at the wet patch on your underwear. you blushed at the sight of yourself. “beautiful. you’re so beautiful.”

“thank you, daddy.” you said, a smirk on those plump lips. you heard him moan lowly into your ear.

“stop playing like that or you won’t be walking straight after this.” he said into your ear looking at you through the mirror. you reached behind you to pull his head down towards yours and planted a wet kiss on his lips.

“i’m not playing, daddy.” you whispered. seduction oozed from your voice and went straight to mingi’s already hard dick. he pressed himself against you, so you could feel it. you gasped at the feeling of it, your pussy gushing once again.

“you see how hard you make me, baby girl?” he asked

“then fuck me. please, daddy. i’ve been good.” you grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs. you expected him to pull away but no. he wasted no time rubbing your little pussy over your cotton undies.

“so fucking wet.” he said. his deep voice had goosebumps arising on every surface of your brown skin. you threw your head back on his shoulder while he played with your pussy.

mingi wanted to see you naked, that’s why he started this whole thing in the first place. he pulled his hand from between your legs leaving behind an even bigger wet patch than before. he took off your tank top first and groaned at the sight of your breasts. he reached in front of you to toy with your nipples until they were pebbled and until you were squirming against him. he took off your panties next both of you moaning at the way your pussy was connected to them by strings of arousal.

“pretty pussy.” he said pushing your thighs apart. your pussy was on display, you could see the way your little hole was clenching helplessly around nothing begging to be filled. “thick thighs.” he squeezed the fat of your thighs in his large hands drawing yet another moan from you.

“want your dick, daddy. please.” you begged him, your cunt clenching once more at just the thought of him filling you up.

mingi, who didn’t wanna keep his baby girl waiting any longer, began to undress himself behind you. he slipped his hoodie off and then his sweats and boxers. when he settled behind you again he pulled you into his lap. you felt his dick poking you in the back while he kissed and nipped on your neck. no doubt leaving marks behind you’d have to work like hell to cover.

“ready?” he asked you rubbing his head through your folds. you nodded and mingi helped you sink down onto him until he was fully inside of you. you stood still for a moment trying to get your foggy brain to clear up. he felt so good inside of you, he always did. he started moving but slowly so you could adjust to him.

“so full, daddy.”

“i’m gonna speed up now, yeah?”

you nodded at him. he began to move faster, holding your thighs open so he could get a good look at the way your pussy swallowed his dick in the mirror. he could see the way your arousal formed a white ring around the base of his dick. he watched the way your body jiggled and gyrated every time he pounded into you. he moved his hands from your thighs and trailed them up your body to squeeze your tits in his large hands.

“did you miss me fucking you like this every night?” mingi asked, still fucking into you without faltering.

“so bad.” you replied. mingi chuckled at you before leaving a sweet kiss on your neck. “i wanna ride you.” you told him

mingi stopped moving so you could take over. you turned around so that you and mingi were face to face. you kissed him on his lips before sinking back down onto him, earning a deep moan from him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and began bouncing yourself on his dick. the feeling of his tip hitting your sweet spot had your toes curling. you craned your neck to look at yourself and mingi in the mirror and you swore you could’ve cum right there. it was erotic. the way your hair stuck to your sweaty face and the way his lip was caught between his teeth while he watched you bounce on him.

“love watching you get yourself off on my dick.” he praised you landing a smack on your ass cheek. “does it feel good, baby girl?”

“feels s’ good, daddy.” you said still working yourself on his dick, chasing after your orgasm.

“yeah? feels good using me to make that pretty pussy cum?” you moaned at his words, your walls fluttering around his length.

you continued to bounce on him. the more you did the more your brain fogged up. mingi started to move his hips again to help you cum faster. he reached between your bodies to rub circles into your clit and you moaned tangling your fingers in his hair. you felt that tug in your belly indicating you were nearing your orgasm. so you sped up the movements of your hips, ignoring the ache in your muscles. you were too lost in the pleasure to care. mingi began pounding into you even harder pulling your body down with every thrust. you cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders and pressing your sweaty forehead against his.

“fuck me just like that, daddy.” you mumbled almost incoherently but mingi understood you. he always did. your eyes were closed in pure bliss as you felt your orgasm come closer and closer. “i’m so close, please don’t stop daddy. please.”

“i’m not stopping until you cum all over my dick don’t worry.” mingi said

mingi looked in the mirror once more to watch the way you rode him. the way your ass jiggled with every movement. he saw the way your juices dripped down his balls and on the ground beneath you. the sight made him twitch inside of you also close to cumming, but he had to make sure you came first. mingi kept thrusting into you until he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him.

“are you gonna cum, baby girl?” he asked

“yes, daddy! fuck yes!” you screamed. “i’m cumming, mingi!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you creamed around his dick and gripped him like a vice. your orgasm had mingi’s about to tip over the edge.

“where do you want it?” he asked you

“inside me, please. i wanna feel you.” you whispered.

“shit.” mingi said through clenched teeth right before he spilled inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. you kissed him before dropping your head on his shoulder while you caught your breath.

“i don’t think i can feel my legs.” you said and mingi chuckled pecking you on the cheek.

“i’m sorry baby. we can take a bath together.”

“nuh uhn. we can do that later. i wanna go again.” you said grinding your hips down on him.

“i thought you said you couldn’t feel your legs?” he asked but ultimately assisted you with grinding on him, his dick hardening inside of you again.

“i’m a big girl. i can take it.”

you ended up on the bed this time, with you on your back and mingi between your legs. he rubbed himself through your folds both of you hissing from overstimulation. he pushed inside of you and immediately set a steady pace. you wrapped your legs around his waist to ensure he couldn’t pull all the way out of you. soon mingi was laid flat on top of you while he fucked his first load of cum deep into your pussy. you felt your second orgasm stir in your belly. mingi continued rutting into you until he felt his second orgasm creep up on him too.

“let’s cum together this time.” he said, peppering kisses on your neck and collarbones.

“okay.” you agreed with a dopey smile. mingi picked up his pace, fucking into you harder and harder until you were both dangerously close to cumming. he interlocked his fingers with yours as you both came together. your essence coating his dick and his essence filling you up.

he stayed on top of you, while your breathing returned to normal and he softened inside of you. but before he could pull out you locked your ankles together so he couldn’t move.

“stay inside for a little while please.” you pouted giving him those puppy dog eyes he could never say no to.

he laid back on top of you and planted another kiss on your lips, “i love you. ya know that?”

“oh i know. you just showed me. i’ll keep gaining weight if you’re gonna fuck me like this.” you said making mingi laugh. “and i love you too.”

#ten writes 🧚🏾‍♀️#kpop x black reader #ateez smut #ateez x black reader #mingi x black reader #mingi x reader #mingi smut #song mingi smut #song mingi x reader #song mingi x black reader

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ryusuisloveinterest · 5 months

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Hi! Since it's almost Christmas, could you write headcanons of how Ryusui, Senku, Stanley and Tsukasa would spend Christmas with their s/o (fem or gn reader) and their family (their children or the reader's family).

Bye and thank you for the 2 last requests !

This is so late I’m so sorry I’ve been very busy with finals! I tried to include reader’s family as best as I could do I hope you enjoy. If it’s not what you were looking for then you can always ask again. Thank you for your patience 💕💕

Ryusui, Senku, Stanley, and Tsukasa’s Christmas with their s/o🎄❤️

Ryusui:

he probably thinks Christmas is all about the presents

So on Christmas Day there will probably be trucks full of gifts, all for you! Please there’s no reason for him to have that much money

BUT-

You have to teach him that there are other things to enjoy other than just a pile of presents

The first time he watched a Christmas movie with you and your is DEFINITELY a core memory for him

Your matching pajamas, the way you snuggle into him and sharing the hot chocolate you prepared, the echo of your laugh filling his ears, and at the very end how you kiss him and thank him for spending Christmas with you

He completely melts

He’s so in love, he just wants moments with you like this all the time.

The only Christmases he remembers are just his dad and uncle basically throwing him into a room full of gifts and leaving for a Christmas vacation somewhere

So having genuine time with you and your family and sharing your love with each other makes him so happy he might even tear up a bit my poor baby😭

Now it’s tradition for the both of you to do something like that every year❤️

Senku:

He spends it in the lab 💀

You have to drag him out of there

You have to BEG him to back cookies with you

“Come on Senku! Please! It’s like chemistry, we have to mix a bunch of stuff together!”

After 30 minutes of begging he finally caved

Of course Senku knows all the perfect measurements to everything so the only thing you really had to do was mix the ingredients together

Your mom and dad did keep him busy with random conversations though

In the living room you can hear them whispering about something but you don’t know what

The cookies tasted great!

After you both said goodbye to your family and your mom hugged the crap outta him you both headed back home.

“You don’t have to stay, Senku. I’m ok with you going back to the lab. I just wanted to spend time with you…”

And with that he leaves-

You sit in the living room, bummed out that Senku left again

THEN

Senku comes back with a small box and a huge blush

“Here…”

You were super shocked when you opened it up

“Senku…this ring, it’s platinum right? You didn’t really…”

“It’s what the old man would’ve wanted. And…it’s what I want too…”

Was he really..?

You started to cry

Senku didn’t know what to do

You just held each other and told each other how much you loved one another, excited about the future with each other

Stanley:

Stanley was on a mission during Christmas

So, Xeno invited you and your family to a Christmas party he and his colleagues were hosting

You really didn’t want to go, especially since you wouldn’t know anyone and Stanley wasn’t with you

But Xeno was still your friend so you decided to show up for him

You and your relatives stand there awkwardly in one of the door frames as Xeno and his colleagues talk about whatever project they were working on

You dad and mom go find some of the snacks and your siblings (if you have any) go causing trouble somewhere

There you were by yourself in the corner

“You look lonely over here under the mistletoe Miss. May i accompany you?”

You knew that voice

You look up to see your boyfriend

“Stanley!”

You practically jump on him, wrapping your small arms around his much bigger body

He pets your hair, then lifts your chin

“We’re still under the mistletoe.”

You smile at his cheesy gesture something he doesn’t normally do

You both lean closer together and kiss, desperately clinging to each other like you’re both afraid to let go

“Oh! Is this your boyfriend (y/n)?”

Your lips immediately leave Stanley’s as you see your whole family just staring at you and Stanley under the mistletoe

You face turns red instantly causing Stanley to laugh

He sticks his hand out for your family

“My name is Stanley Snyder. It’s an honor to finally meet you all.”

Tsukasa

You had a gingerbread house competition

Your mother was the judge

You and Mirai were a team

Tsukasa and your dad were the other

Tsukasa was struggling making the designs in the roof

Your dad couldn’t get the gum drops to stick

But you and Mirai had a great time with the gumdrops and candy canes, sprinkling them everywhere!

After your major victory Mirai wanted to play with her dolls

So you and Tsukasa sat on the couch, snuggling up next to each other while your mom kept Mirai entertained

“Do you want kids?”

Your head pops up with the sudden question

He locks his eyes with yours, patiently waiting for your response

A soft smile grows on your face

“Of course I do!”

This leaves Tsukasa heart-struck

He kisses your forehead, his favorite way of showing his love for you

You can hear Mirai’s ewws, making both of you laugh

“No sex before marriage!” Your dad yells from the kitchen

“Dad!”

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hinakazino · 1 year

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Meeting their future kid! || Angel, Aki

Summary: Meeting their future child they had with you!! Or, in which your child with them somehow lands in the past for awhile.

Context: This is before an established relationship, the kids a teen here. Oh and (C/N) stands for your Childs name.

Warnings: SPOILERS (mainly on Aki’s part), none, just fluff.

— angel devil

Honestly, he’s shocked. Literally thinking what? That’s impossible. Touching him shortens one’s lifespan! He didn’t have a lover either, humans and even devils didn’t interest him- So how is it possible that he has a child?

But he couldn’t deny it either, the girl standing in front of him looked like him. She carried the same features, like the red hair and had wings just like him. There wasn’t a halo though, and he could instantly tell she was a hybrid.

“Dad!”, his daughters voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He hadn’t even realized that he’d completely zoned out. Angel had no idea what to say, but listened as his daughter spoke. “Dad, I know this is quite shocking, but I’m really your kid, my names (C/N),” she said.

It seems that from this Angel regained his composure, he didn’t like beating around the bush anyway. So he asked straightforward, “who is your mother?” “Y/n,” and it clicks. He’d seen you around, and you were his recently assigned partner.

“Um.. you can ask any question you want dad, don’t worry I’ll answer!” your daughter says as she grabs his bare hand to take him to sit. Angels terrified and instantly slaps his daughters hand away. “Woah woah- sorry, I forgot to say, dad I’m immune to your curse!” she says.

His face shows skepticism, but he sits down next to her and he finds himself apologizing. “Sorry..What’s it like in the future?” he asks. “No worries! Oh well, you and mom are basically retired devil hunters. You still go on the job but you get 4 days off now."

He watches as his daughter talks with enthusiasm, and finds himself softly smiling when she says, “happy to hear right dad? Mom says you didn’t like fighting or working much.” Angel feels that he quite enjoys the thought of a future with you and his daughter, it was just truly too good.

Angel then wonders on, "what is it that you do?" he asks. He watches as his daughter responds, "I'm a devil hunter too- but you don't have to worry because I'm pretty strong!!" "Really?" he says. "Yeah! You know you still always have that look on your face father, I'm not a baby anymore," your daughter states proudly.

Angel chuckles at this, as he realizes that his future won't be a lonely one. He won’t be alone anymore, he has his own family. It was in that moment that another thought had occurred to him, my touch drains others lifespan so how strange is it that we were able to have offspring?

Before he could ask though, your daughters time was up. "Sorry dad, I gotta go, this mechanism that got me here doesn't last long," she says. "Ah, no it's okay, stay safe," angel says. "One last thing though! Mom said to give you this, she said it may solve a question you have."

He watches as his daughter hands him a note, and stiffens when she hugs him. Angel finds himself slowly recuperating the hug, hands softly placing themselves on his daughters back, it felt foreign to him. When his daughter had left, he had opened the note.

'From Y/N.

Angel I know you're probably wondering this, so what we did was ...'

Angel blushed, rather his whole face became flushed as he finished reading the note. He could tell that you knew him fairly well since this answered his question exactly, and when he saw you later that day he couldn't stop the thoughts constantly popping up in his head.

— aki

Aki was more so surprised he lived long enough to actually have his own family, but the point that it happened was pleasant to him. He’d lost every person that was there for him in his childhood. Aki felt a sense of warmth knowing that he’d become someone who was now there for others.

Truthfully the idea that a devil hunter lasted in public safety more than 7 years was considered celebratory and it was no secret why. Having a family on top of that? That’s quite the achievement.

But there’s a lot of questions he has, who is his lover? The mother of his child, what’s life like? Has a lot changed? What about Denji and Power, how are they doing? His curiosity shows itself on his face and his son starts off.

“Soooooo, dad like I said I’m your kid and it’s a lot to take in, but I know you have a lot of questions so ask away,” his son says. The kid looks like Aki for sure, he stares at his child’s face and offers a smile. Aki signals for his son to sit down next to them and a father-son talk ensues. “What’s your name kid?” he asks.

“I’m (C/N), and I’m pretty old now,” his son responds. Aki can feel a sense of annoyance, but not with any dislike. “I call you kid a lot huh?” “So you do realizes that you overuse the word,” his son says matter-of-factly. Aki chuckles and continues on, “Yeah uh, who is my lover?”

“Y/n,” and it makes sense, Aki’s noticed your recent starting at him. It wasn’t unwelcome, he could tell you were looking at him with admiration he just didn’t know it was much more. You were his recently assigned partner, one he was tasked to train.

“Mmh, what’s life like?” he asks, trying to sound casual. Aki’s face heated up as it started to settle in that you were a big part of his future. “You and mom are retired married devil hunters, both of you do get called on missions sometimes but it’s really just living and doing normal stuff now,” your son responds.

Aki felt relieved that he let go of his revenge. “How are power and denji?” he asks. “Uncle and Auntie are doing fine, they’re both still in the devil hunting business, you can bet they’re annoying the heck outta me,” your son says sighing. Aki can only smile hearing this.

Everything felt so perfect, he still couldn’t grasp that this was what his future was like. “You decided to be a devil hunter,” Aki comments softly, he genuinely felt slight concern hearing this since he himself has seen many of his coworkers lose their lives.

He watches as, (C/N), his sons face shifts to one of pride. “You don’t have to worry about me father, I know what I’m doing, I got taught by the best of the best after all,” he says. Aki feels proud to hear this, he’s glad knowing that this wasn’t something he pushed on his son. This actually made his curiosity spike again, what about the gun devil, makima, or the agency at his sons time?

“I- I just want to confirm some more, I didn’t force you into devil hunting right? I know I do dislike gun devil and all, what about miss makima-” Aki stops talking as his son cuts him off. “Dad this is my decision, for real, and I don’t know what you’re talking about? The gun devils captured during your time and it’s last appearance was to take down the control devil, Makima,” your son says while shrugging.

Aki couldn't help feeling confused, he had been given no time to ponder over this revelation though, as his son announced his retreat. "Sorry, I've got to go back to my time now father," his son says. Aki feels saddened by this but before he lets his kid go, he makes sure to give him a good hug.

"I'm proud of you, and tell your mom I'm on my way to see her," he says ruffling up his sons hair. He stand there watching as his son laughs and heads on his way with a soft wave.

#chainsaw man #csm #anime #Aki Hayakawa #Hayakawa aki #Aki x reader #Angel devil x reader #angel x reader #Aki Hayakawa x reader #angel devil #chainsaw man x reader

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simping-for-joe · 6 months

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Unaware, I’m Tearing You Asunder

Leon Kennedy x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Part 1

Leon has always liked having a soulmate, but not so much anymore

A/N: I’m unironically kinda proud of the first story for this, so I decided to make Leon’s side of it. Also, like one use of Y/N but that's about it

(Title from the song "Running up that Hill (A Deal With God)" by Kate Bush)

When Leon was younger, he used to think having a soulmate was the best thing in the world. It made everything he went though much less lonely, and his soulmate was basically someone who knew everything about him without having met him yet.

Until, Raccoon city. One thought kept plaguing his mind as he went through everything.

Can they feel it?

Could they feel the pain he was going through? What were they thinking?

He thought about it everyday from that day forward, the type of pain that they must be going through.. because of him.

It hurt him, it made him feel beyond guilty. It made him wonder why he had a soulmate.

Just to hurt them like he did with everyone else in his life?

Even when he was in pain, his thoughts were always on them. His soulmate who was suffering because of him.

Sometimes he questioned if they were still there, the only pain he got was small things. Like when you stub your toe or accidentally trip and fall.

Then he met you, the sweetest, warmest and kindest person he’s ever met. At first, things were a little awkward, but you two quickly clicked together. Like you've been together your entire lives.

It was like you knew every scar of his perfectly, he would feel your hands gently caressing his shoulder where under his shirt there was a small circular scar.

It was nice, Leon loved having someone who seemed to understand his pain so deeply.

"Hey, sweetheart?" Leon called to you, finding some hospital bills on your table. It seemed like you were in the hospital at the same time he was in Spain.

"Yeah?" You call reaching the kitchen when you see what he has.

"You went to the hospital?" He asks concerned his eyebrows furrowed. "I... I didn't feel anything." He's trying hard to remember if he felt anything around that time, but he can't.

"It was just..." You struggle to find some kind of excuse. Leon scans your face and it hits him.

"Were you in the hospital because of me?" He asks softly looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"I..." You hesitate to tell him the truth, looking at him as you can already see the guilt building in him.

"Y/N," he snaps at you. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

"I was... this year and six years ago." You admit to him softly looking over to him. His blue eyes widened and you can practically see the way guilt fills him. "This is not your fault." You try to say to him softly.

"Isn't it!?" He turns to you, not angry with you. He never would be but he is upset by the news. "You didn't choose to be my soulmate... god, I can't imagine the pain you've been through because of me..." He runs his hand through his hair in disbelief. "It's not right..." He shakes his head.

"I wouldn't trade you for anyone." You tell him honestly, looking him in the eyes. He gives you a confused look, almost like he doesn't believe what you said. "I mean... what do you want me to say?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow. "It hurt like hell to go through, but... I was more worried about you."

"You were..?" He asks you confused. He's quiet for a moment before he looks at you. "I..." Leon's blue eyes dart away from yours. "I was worried about you..." He admits softly, his cheeks turned a little pink.

"Were two big saps huh?" You ask him with a soft giggle, looking up at him. This gets his hardened expression to soften, you being you. Finally, he just pulls you into a tight embrace. You hug him back with a smile, squeezing him. His arms always made you feel so safe and protected.

You wouldn't trade him for the world.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #x reader #soulmates au #angst #hurt/comfort

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telemi · 2 years

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Hi can i request hurt/comfort probably with ayato, childe and diluc where they're too busy and the reader confronted them about it but they just shrug it off and the reader becames tired and leave? ;;

growing tired — ft. ayato, childe, diluc

ִֶָ𓂅 a flower that once bloomed . . .

꒰ cw ! ꒱ hurt to comfort, gn!reader, not proofread ?!

K. AYATO

it had been days since you last saw ayato. he had been busy... as the servants have said. he neither made the effort to show himself nor spend time with you. even getting a glance of his blue hair is hard to do because: 1.) you wake up and he’s not there, presumably at work. 2.) he rarely sleeps in your bedroom now. it’s like your shared bedroom has no use to him at all!

when you finally decided to confront him about it, he doesn’t look at you and instead he focuses on the documents on his table. “can we talk about this later? i have important matters to attend to.” he shoos you away like some sort of animal as he turns his head away and just leaves you there. with your fists clenched and your eyes dull, your lips quiver slightly and you smile weakly — “i see, okay, let’s talk later then.”

after his work is done, he finally realizes what he just said. he rushes back to your bedroom, only to notice that you’re not there. huh, not a big deal right? you’re probably outside. when he steps outside however, you were nowhere in sight, and that’s when he panics. he shouts, screams, yells your name but to no avail. the servants haven’t seen you either so just where could you be?

as the sun sets with no news of your whereabouts, he became restless. just then thoma came running to him and told him that he saw you silently enter the premises of the estate, and ayato is more than relieved to hear that. please, please, please be alright — he chants repeatedly, hoping that you weren’t hurt by anyone.

as you remove your shoes, a sudden force collapses from behind you and a familiar scent engulfs your senses. oh, how you’ve missed this. he clings to you like you’re his lifeline and his whole body trembles uncontrollably. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said that. it was wrong of me and—”

“ayato, hey, it’s fine.” you ease his worries and hush him quietly. turning your front to him, you place your palm on his cheek, leaning in close and leaving a soft kiss on his lips. he softens against your touch and keeps a firm, loving gaze on you. “please don’t ever leave me like that.”

you tilt your head, confused. “hm? i was merely taking a walk though?” oh.

CHILDE

last month, childe brought you to meet his family in snezhnaya. their first impressions of you were great! they basically loved you already <33 but childe wasn’t the most diligent when it comes to your relationship. just a week ago, he left you at home to finish up some ‘stuff’ at his workplace. he didn’t specify much but that’s pretty much what he said.

at first you didn’t mind his absence that much, teucer and tonya kept you company while his parents kept talking to you about how ajax was such a cute baby. they showed you his baby album yes. but as time went on, you realized that it was lonely without him. no cuddles, hello’s, or late night talks — nothing. so when he comes back home with a huge, thick coat wrapped around him, you engulf him in a big hug before he pushes you away harshly shortly after. “don’t touch me. let’s talk later, i’m tired.” he tells you with a tone filled with exhaustion and you nod your head thoughtfully, not wanting to disturb him any longer.

after a few hours of laying down on your shared bedroom, he finally shoots up from the mattress and rubs his temples in realization. shit, what an idiot he is. he calls for your name repeatedly but no one answered, it is at that moment where he starts to worry. he asks teucer if he had seen you but the little boy simply shook his head ‘no’. he asks his older siblings if they had seen you yet he was only met with another shake of their heads again. just where could you be?

after a few minutes of panicking, he hears the front door open and it reveals you with his mother carrying a bag of groceries. you stop by your tracks when you make eye contact with him, but before you can say a simple ‘hello’, he runs up to you and hugs you tightly. “ ‘m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that, no— i will never do it again. please don’t leave me.” his voice quavers slightly while you cage your hands behind is back, dropping your groceries and soothing him quietly. “i will never. it’s all right, ajax.”

and he swears he could tear up right there and then if it weren’t for his family looking at the two of you like they were watching a romance show.

DILUC

diluc had been out of it lately. out of the manor, out of your life — everything. he just says that he has some work to do outside of town and that you shouldn’t concern yourself with such matters. for ten consecutive days, he still hasn’t returned home and you started to get anxious. what if he got into trouble? or perhaps danger? just thinking about it makes you dread. but when he comes home completely unscathed, you were more than relieved.

“diluc, how have you been? do you need a bath? i can tell adelinde to—”

“stop. i’m tired, don’t bother me for a while.” he sighs against his palm as he passes by you like you were a nobody. “oh, okay..” you grip your fingers in a state of both anxiousness and relief as you retreat to the living room.

he enters the master bedroom and flumps on the soft mattress. i can clean this up later, he thinks before he drifts into sleep. when he finally awoke from his slumber it was already midnight and you were nowhere to be found.

....

not a big deal. you probably went to the bathroom. a few minutes passed and you still didn’t return. okay, now he was getting restless.

did you leave? it was all his fault, why did he have to say something so stupid earlier. stupid, idiotic diluc ragnvindr.

he gets up from his position and walks out the door with a blank, but worried expression on his face. the mansion was quiet, mostly because the workers and servants are all asleep. he slowly walks down the stairs and the moment he stepped down the last step, his heart was crushed at the sight of you. your body was sleeping on the couch, clearly uncomfortable, but still you made room for it. he approaches you and kneels down, placing his forehead onto yours while letting out a shaky breath, “thank goodness.”

he lifts you up gently as to not disturb your peaceful sleep and slowly brings you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. he lays you down gently and brushes off any stray hair away from your face. his hand strokes the side of your face and he whispers underneath his breath, “i’m sorry, my love.” even though you were asleep, you felt as if something sweet brushed over your thoughts and you could never be happier.

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bimbodoggie · 1 year

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ONE NIGHT • toji fushiguro ! blk bimbo plus sized reader

Here you were in Toji’s bed, folded in half while he fucked into you. “Let me make you a mommy yeah?” he rasped into your ear groping every place of your body, he left no crevice untouched.

contents: 19+ content mating press, groping, toji being a pervert, cheating (but from gojo), age gap (reader is in their early twenties and toji late thirties), doggystyle, toji sticks a thumb where it shouldn’t be, reader is an airhead, mentions of reader breaking up with Gojo, This isn’t proof read and this is my first fic on here so bare with me pls :)

You decided today was the day to get out of bed after your break up with your ex Gojo Satoru, you found out during his free time he was going to trips to meet up with different women, if it wasn’t for you using the leftover brain cells in your brain you would’ve been oblivious. The day finally came when you finally confronted him, and he did what any other man does when he’s caught….cry, throw a tantrum like a toddler who’s mother simply said no. It took all of your strength not to show him how the situation really made you feel.

“Get out” you sternly told him, only giving the things he came to your apartment with, the rest of the things were gifts you gave him that obviously he didn’t deserve. The only thing that separated you two now was the door which you slammed in his face making yourself jump. “It’s not like I’m unattractive and can’t find another boytoy” you thought to yourself redownloading tinder and looking at all of the messages that basically collected dust in your inbox while you were with Gojo.

One match in particular caught your eye, Toji Fushiguro’s an older man with a scar that decorated the top and bottom of his lip, emerald green eyes, black hair, matched with a black shirt that almost ripped because of how muscular he looked. Apparently you caught Toji’s eye first because he sent a message. I would kill to have a girl like you on my arm, what do you say doll? You looked at the message over and over until you replied. Ever since then you two were texting back and forth.

It wasn’t until later in the day he asked if you wanted to go out to dinner and go back to his apartment, you then agreed. You spent probably an hour scrambling for the most curve-hugging, neck breaking, outfit. After walking into the restaurant, you frantically looked around for the man that matched his Tinder profile, you then was greeted by a “are you Y/N?” a voice boomed in your ear making you gasp.

There he was, you stood face to face to the man you spent hours flirting with via text. You looked him with your big brown doe eyes and nodded, he then led the way to where his seat was. “Its finally nice to see a face with these texts” he says getting comfortable inside of the booth, you played with the hem of your skirt not knowing what to say. For the next hour you two exchanged laughs and found out you two had more in common than you thought.

After Toji paid the bill he led you to where his car was parked, it was an old school sports car, considering you not knowing shit about cars you just complimented the car and got in. Toji was a pure gentleman, he opened the car door for you, and led the way to his apartment. It was minimalistic but nice, you can tell a man resided in the lonely apartment the way the energy felt. “Make yourself at home” he says walking to the kitchen to wash his hands.

You sat down on the couch which faced the television, it was black with a velvet touch, very soft and plush, like yourself. Toji brought over two glasses of chilled white wine and put on a movie. You weren’t sure if it was the wine but you felt an ache in your cunt making you shift your thighs together, your action puzzled Toji giving you a nonverbal “are you ok?” look without saying it. You nodded and quickly looked away because of the embarrassment you felt creeping up on you. His long arm stretched and made its way to your body constricting you like a snake squeezing its prey.

You blushed and bit your bottom lip, of course you had zero thoughts in your head to think Toji was trying to get you into his bed. He rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip making you look away once more in embarrassment. “I meant what I said doll” Toji purrs leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes widen with shock as your tongues battled each other to see who will win in a war for dominance, by default Toji won. You pulled away wiping leftover saliva from your lip.

You began to straddle Toji, you two continued to kiss until he started undressing you, layer by layer as if you were an onion, he didn’t stop until you were the one who was fully nude making you blush uncontrollably. Toji started groping you from your breast to your ass, he breathed in your scent like he was a hound dog searching for a prey. “Please” you whimpered under his touch. Toji proceeded to pick you up and gently laid you on the bed.

He slowly started to strip himself of his clothes so you were able to take a mental photograph of his physique, the way his pectorals flexed when he took his shirt off, or the way his thighs looked, so ride able…and he was yours for this night. Toji climbed on top of you grinding his hard on onto your cunt. He hissed at the tightness of how he felt, his cock needed to be freed. The last thing to go was his boxers, you saw how angry his cock looked and how pre-cum covered his slit. “On your knees” he directs getting off of the bed..you obeyed and took Toji in your mouth, he was losing it the way your glossed lips felt against his shaft. His large hands gripped your hair guiding you and taking control.

You felt him down in your throat, spit pooled from your mouth to your breast making Toji moan at the sight below him, “you’re so fucking gross you know that” he growls his pace is stuttering now, “having a filthy old pervert like me fuck your throat, I know you’re enjoying this too aren’t you whore?” he says once more slapping your face while you maintained eye contact. He pulled you off of his cock and put you on the bed making you fall face first.

Toji took a moment to really appreciate how you looked from behind, the way your hole begged to be filled, and how your ass was ready. “get ready for me baby” he says slowly inching in. You had tears of pleasure in your eyes while your manicured nails gripped the sheets, your cunt began to queef which made you feel embarrassed once more..it was as if you were keeping tally of the amount of times you felt embarrassed in one night. Toji crept over you his front meeting your back, he grabbed your hair “she’s talkin’ to me, keep squeezing around me yeah?” he whispered licking the shell of your ear. Somehow his thumb found his way onto your puckered hole making you look back at him with sad puppy eyes.

He then flipped you over to your front, he took your legs and put them over his shoulder, he started to stroke slowly, “p-please” you whimpered landing a hand on his chest, he looked you in your eyes with a deadpan stare while he sped up making the headboard thud against the wall. “TOJI” you screamed, here you were in Toji’s bed folded in half while he continued to fuck into you, “let me make you a mommy, yeah?” he rasped into your ear groping you in every place on your body, he left no crevice unturned.

Toji felt you squeeze around him, he rubbed your sensitive nub, “I know baby I know” he coos watching you unfold, you felt funny like you needed to pee? you squirted out a clear liquid while toji emptied himself inside of you.

“We’re not done yet dove, its only 8:00 pm, we have the whole night” he says scooping his cum back inside of you.

#toji x reader #toji angst #jjk smut #toji smut #toji x black reader #jujitsukaisensmut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut

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