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#he’s that hand in the corner cause i didn’t wanna draw him ;)
krotiation · 2 years
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POV: you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of the entire inquisition
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euaphoric · 8 months
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˚୨୧⋆。 જ⁀➴ ‎♡‧₊˚ [ ストロベリー ]
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✩‧₊˚ pairing — boyfriend!jk x hyperfem!f!reader
✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, sm*t (not too detailed tho), cutesy couple stuff, v dramatic koo, marking, dry h*mping, c*ckwarming
nothing’s more fun than sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, looking pretty while doing your makeup <3
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“mmph, hah—stopp that tickles!” your voice squeaks from forcefully letting out a string of giggles. attempting to apply eyeshadow through the vanity in front of you but failing miserably. all you can hear is him whining and moaning, “but whyyy? i’m having too much fun with youu.” ring clad fingers creep up past your collarbone again, jungkook was getting way more entertainment out of this than you. “‘c-cause you’re distracting me, gah!” the noises you’re making are obnoxiously loud at this point but he didn’t seem to care at all. you’ve given up—tears began to form in the corners of your eyes now, this tickle spree has gone on for far too long but no matter how much you protest and squirm he wouldn’t let you out his grasp.
it started off tranquil at first, casually sitting on his lap with his arms locked around your waist—nuzzling his chin in your neck as you do your makeup to head out with friends later. you were trying to keep him entertained by narrating everything you’re doing, acting like one of those beauty gurus you like to watch on tiktok or youtube. you wore your my melody spa headband to keep the strands out your face, along with your favorite pastel mini dress, the knee high stockings with satin bows were the cherry on top set the look. jungkook gets bored super easily, his mind will draw attention elsewhere in a split second and usually that ends up with bothering you as much as possible. he’d sneak quick little kisses here and there, play with your thighs, basically keeping his hands anywhere but to himself. that’s when he started tickling you for no absolute reason, he loved hearing your high-pitched squeals—it was pure serotonin to him, he needed more to brighten his day.
“koo!” you cry, “please!” your shaky hands fumble with the brush in attempt to playfully hit him with it. sigh, you just wanna do your makeup in peace. “l-leavee me alone!” it sounded nowhere near threatening coming from you, there was not a scary bone in your body whatsoever. “like i’ll ever do that peaches, you’re my babyy,” he chimes, glittering you with sweet endearing compliments “you shouldn’t be so stinkin’ cute! wanna eat you.” when he pretends to bite your ear this only makes the uncontrollable laughter continue, and by now you’re never going to finish this makeup in time. “i really need.. t-to get goin’ ssoon!” there was no indication what the time was currently but you know you’ve wasted enough that you were going to be running late meeting your friends. “mmm..but i don’t want you to go, stay here!” jungkook finally caves in with stopping the tickles (only for now) but gets all mopey about you leaving him.
“eeek, i’m free!” you graciously cheer now that you can go back to what you’re doing. “so handsy today, maybe it’s the strawberry lotion..” “ah, so that’s what it is?” he asks, “was wonderin’ why you smelled like strawberry shortcake.” “mhm, i know you like that one.” you grab your eyeshadow brush to dip it in your fav dior palette, choosing a pretty peach color to add to your eyelid, then apply silver glitter on top to make it pop. “who you looking all cute for like this anyway, huh? i won’t be able to protect you from all the pervs staring at what’s mine!” god he can be so overly dramatic at times, always wanting to keep you inside so no one can even look at you. of course he doesn’t do it in a toxic way but he gets jealous real easily and never let’s go of your hand when out in public—he just feels so lucky to have stumbled upon someone like you, cute, smart, funny, sexy, kind, all in one.
lush pink lips trail down to your shoulders, the slightest touch leaving you with goosebumps as he’s still hugging your waist firmly in his embrace. “ugh…don’t want you to go.” jungkook murmurs against you, gliding his hands up and down your body, he sounded so sad and it didn’t help that you could see him pouting through the mirror. “i won’t be out for long, i’ll be back before you know it kookie!” he still didn’t sound convinced. he was very selfish with you, he wants you all to himself most of the time so whenever you go hang out with friends he makes it such a big production. “you’re so beautiful baby,” he coos, “my cute little princess.” his veiny hands shift underneath the hem of your dress, caressing your plump, ample thighs. more delicate kisses are planted up your neck, he’s become increasingly quiet now—focusing solely on this moment of cherishing you. he might’ve gotten a bit too comfortable as one of his hands traveled up to fondle your breasts, not even realizing until you said something.
“was last night not enough for you?” you giggle, reaching for your lipstick. “no” he simply replied, “i need you 24/7.” “all day, every day.” he was too precious, you wanted to put him in your pocket forever. you moved ever so slightly in his bond, noticing the familiar feeling of his bulge against your clothed heat. just that tiny bit of movement was enough to get you flustered. you hadn’t sensed his overt horniness until now—just bathing in his warmth and letting his desires roam free, you didn’t think he’d actually get turned on by all of this. then again, this is jungkook we’re talking about, he’ll get horny just by seeing your ankle. “mmph…want you baby.” his pleas are so adorable to you, but you’re already short on time so you had to hurry soon. jungkook rocks his hips into you, sliding his fingertips down your sides while nipping at your neck. “we gotta make it quick though..” you whisper softly, grinding against him to match his lazy movement. “you have my word princess.” he steers your hips in place to keep you exactly where he wants, steadily running his hands over your exposed skin. the tent in his pants only grew as you kept rubbing your ass on him, he’s simply going to jizz himself if it continues like this.
“fuck, can’t take anymore. want to feel youu.” he whines immaturely, never able to contain any patience within. “better hurry then.” you remind him of the time crunch, with that answer he wastes not another second to pull it out of his sweatpants—sliding your panties aside and slipping in with ease. your body’s become so accustomed to him that you don’t need foreplay half the time. once he’s fully settled in he stays motionless for a while, letting you adjust to his thickness. several fleeting kisses saturate your back, leading them up to your neck once more to leave small love bites. you’re unsure of why he still hasn’t moved yet but you don’t question it, you’re enjoying the moment you two are sharing. it didn’t really feel like you were being sexual with him; more so a passionate intimate bonding that runs deeper than just sex. jungkook loves you intensely and you can feel it in every fibre of his being. the way he holds you, kisses you, pampers you, makes sure you feel like the most beautiful girl in the universe to him. he was so yours. “we don’t even need to fuck, i can stay like this baby.” he rests his head on your shoulder, drinking in the sweetness of your strawberry fragrance. “okay.” you smile, the feeling of him pulsating inside emits a glowing sensation. “as you wish my love.”
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Just Friends, Chapter One:
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pairing: joel miller x f!reader
rating: E (18+ ONLY, mutual pining, age gap (joel is 56, reader is 34), angst??, masturbation (m))
wc: 2k
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Joel feels weak when he sees you.
That’s the best word for it. Weak. A complete lack of control—of power. Logic and reason are nothing but incoherent mumbles in the background every time you’re in the same room as him, even worse when you look into his eyes and speak his name.
He hadn’t felt this sort of tug towards someone in years, and the unfamiliar sensation of needing to simply see you at least once a day in order to function properly was beginning to consume him. He didn’t know what to do to rid himself of this infatuation, avoiding you was impossible and so was getting closer thanks to that 30-something year old patrol ranger you called your boyfriend.
He watched the two of you together as though it was his job. He watched the way you seemed to keep him at an arm’s length when the two of you were out together, always sandwiching yourself between your friends rather than beside the man you were supposed to love.
He couldn’t help but wonder what the two of you were like in private.
It couldn’t be a very passionate affair, that much he knew. Real passion wasn’t so easily concealed. It was consuming, drawing you like a magnet to your partner, burrowing beneath your skin, creating an itch to be near them—to be touching them. It couldn’t be an affair of passion.
Just now, he’s sat in his usual seat in the corner of the bar, his back pressing to the padded walls of the booth, his hand holding a crystal glass filled with whiskey, his brows drawn together, his eyes locked on the back of your head as you ordered a drink, your friend next to you. Joel wants to stand up, walk over, and offer to buy your drink right in front of him just to see the look on your face.
Would you tell him to fuck off? Or would you say yes?
The laugh you let out in response to something your boyfriend whispers into your ear stops Joel from finding out.
“God, I need a drink,” Ellie sighs as she emerges from nowhere, her backpack being shrugged onto the floor as she sits down across from Joel.
“Tough day learnin’ your ABC’s?” he quips, his tone still flat from the war jealousy was waging inside of his head.
“Ha-ha,” she replies, just as dry. She knocks her knuckles on the wooden table as she watches his eyes drift back to you, now seated at a table just five or so feet away from him—too close for his comfort. Downing his drink, he shifts his eyes back to Ellie in time to catch her chuckling at him.
“What?” he asks, tilting his head at her as though he were begging her not to read him as easily as she does.
“Nothing,” she shakes her head and laughs again before reaching over the table to swig the finger of whiskey left inside Joel’s glass.
“Hey,” he calls as he catches her mid sip, stealing the glass back. “They got rules about kids drinkin’, you know that. You itchin’ for another lecture from Maria about followin’ the rules?”
“No,” she replies. “It’s a bullshit rule anyway.”
“No, it ain’t,” he sighs as your laughter fills the room again, his chest panging causing him to physically wince. “I’m ready to go home. You comin’ or you stayin’?”
“Staying,” she says, grabbing her backpack and setting it on the table. “Have homework to finish and your sad country music being blared through the house isn’t going to help keep me focused.”
“Don’t disrespect my sad country music,” he warned playfully as he stood up with a grunt, finishing the little whiskey left in his glass in one gulp. “I’ll see ya back at home by curfew.”
“About that…” Ellie looked up at Joel with a hopeful smile. “Dina invited me over to spend the night—“
“Dina can spend the night at ours,” he argued, that protective streak of his making it’s usual appearance.
“Dina and I don’t wanna watch you drink and sing along to George Jones, dude,” she replied, frowning up at him until he broke.
“Fine. But you’re back in time for breakfast tomorrow.” Ellie grinned as she nodded at him, his eyes rolling and a chuckle escaping his chest. “Spoiled.”
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As Joel starts to make his exit, he stops at the bar to deliver his empty glass and pay off his bill. That’s where you find him.
“Hey,” you start, hoping to conceal your deeply hidden crush on the older man with friendliness. Joel’s head turns to you so quickly you swear you hear his neck crack, his unreadable eyes locking on yours as though you were some sort of apparition he was almost certain wasn’t actually there. “I just wanted to come over. Say hi.”
“Hi,” he replies, choked and unprepared. Clearing his throat, he tips his head towards your table. “I saw you were with your friends, otherwise I would’a came over and said somethin’.”
“You can always come over and say something,” you assure, fighting the urge to bat your eyes at him as you give him a smile. The man whose coat you’re wearing lingers in the back of your mind as you stare at the man you’ve wanted since he arrived.
“How’s the new fence treatin’ ya?” he asks, a smile creeping onto his face as he leans a shoulder onto the bar and faces you. You think back to the weekend he spent building your white picket fence last month, free of charge. The way his arms looked in a t-shirt as he sawed away at the wood still makes you dizzy.
“Well, it’s still upright so…you must’ve done a good enough job on it,” you offer with a smirk, earning the slightest of chuckles. You always wondered why everyone seemed to think he didn’t have a sense of humor, he seemed to find you funny enough. “I, uh, also came over to invite you over to my place tomorrow evening.”
You watch as Joel’s brow lifts with interest.
“Oh yeah? You throwin’ a party or somethin’?” he asks.
“My birthday,” you shrug. “Figured I’ve gone twenty years without celebrating it, might as well.”
“That’s what this place is supposed to be about,” he says. “Doin’ normal things again.”
“Exactly,” you smile, ignoring the butterflies that flutter in your stomach when he mimicks it. “So, can I count you in?”
“Long as you got somethin’ to drink.” You laugh and nod in reassurance. “Well, I’m in, then.”
“Alright, I’ll let you escape before someone else comes up and tries to talk to you,” you offer, reaching your hand over to touch his arm. Joel looks down at the contact before meeting your eyes again, something unreadable lingering in his dark irises that makes you flustered enough to pull your hand away. “I’ll see you.”
“See ya,” he replies, quiet as he taps the counter with his knuckles before turning and walking off. Your eyes couldn’t help but lower to his fist as it hung by his side, clenching and unclenching. With a subtle but deep breath, you turn around and walk back to your table—back to your boyfriend and all of his perfection that bores you beyond belief.
“Why did you go up to him?” Josie, a friend of yours, asks as you return to your spot at the table and reach for your beer to wash down the lingering desire.
“I invited him to my party,” you replied, shrugging as you gave her a confused look. “What?”
“Babe,” your boyfriend, Will, chuckles. “He’s…old.”
“And an ass,” Josie adds. You roll your eyes at them, knowing that neither of them ever had a real conversation with Joel, making their opinion of him mute. “Did he say yes?”
“Yes,” you chuckle, amused by the shock on their faces. “We’re friends!”
“Since when?” Josie asks with a hearty laugh.
“Since always,” you reply with a shrug before continuing, “I helped show him around when he got here since I’m right across the street.” Josie looks to Will and then Will looks to you, a look of amused confusion on his handsome face. “He’s a nice guy when you get to know him.”
“Maybe, but he’s also old enough to be our father,” Will argues. You roll your eyes at the reality of the age gap between you and your secret crush, twenty-two years to be exact.
“There are only so many people our age in Jackson, honey,” you say, irritation thick in your tone. “And besides, just because he’s older means I shouldn’t be friendly to him? We’re just gonna start shunning every person in Jackson above what, fifty?”
“You know what,” Will starts, reaching his hand over to rub your back, his warm touch only making you feel colder. “You’re right. We’ll be friendly to him too. Okay?”
“Yeah,” you sigh, lifting your beer up to your lips, wishing more than anything that the man touching you was someone else.
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Joel’s in bed, his drunk thoughts centering around you. Around the way you smiled up at him as though you had no clue that his heart was beating out of his chest. Maybe you didn’t, but how could you not notice his sweaty palms, the nervous twitch of his lips when you forced a smile onto his face?
He was sure he was going to lose it completely when your hand came to rest on his arm. He wanted to run and at the same time wanted to get closer, to feel you too. But, the falter in your smile once his eyes met yours and your hand leaving his arm so abruptly it hurt grounded him back to reality. The one in which you were a taken woman and he was a man twenty years older.
It makes him feel sick when he tries not to think about you, so he doesn’t bother as he reaches his hand over his briefs and grips his swelling girth in an attempt to soothe the throbbing ache there. He grunts as he strokes himself through the fabric, just enough to build himself up slowly.
He thinks of you. He thinks of that weekend he built your fence. He thinks about the way you looked in the sun, the green grass beneath you as you sat out on the lawn and kept him company. He thinks about your legs, bare in the summer heat, your denim shorts cut short enough to make him turn red when you rolled over to lay on your stomach.
As he rubbed his thumb over the now weeping head of his cock, he imagined what it would be like to take those shorts off of you. To lay claim to what lies underneath. He moans as he imagines the sounds he’d pull from you.
Pulling his briefs down enough that his cock was springing free, he licks his hand and grips himself at the base, another choked moan slipping free as his fist glides up and then down again, over and over.
He wonders what you’re like in bed, how you like it, if you’d let him take control or demand it for yourself. It didn’t really matter, he remembers, not when he’d never have the chance of finding out.
When he cums, he groans, his fist stroking up and down, gathering his spend to help ease the glide of his hand until he’s finally had his fill. With a sigh, he lets his head fall back against his pillow, his eyes on the ceiling fan spinning above him.
“Get a fuckin’ grip,” he curses himself.
It doesn’t work.
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year
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angel and evil steddie au where, for whatever reason, reader has put them on a sex ban/something of the sort, but one of them end up convincing her about ‘just the tip’. I think this could be both of them, but they slowly inch further and further in, swearing it’s just the top, but then u feel their balls fully pressed to u, and their only excuse is that ‘doesn’t it just feel so good/right though??’
A/N: i kinda went a bit crazy with this one, couldn’t just write a little blurb… the “just the tip” thing is just so nomnomnom yummy and i need it like i need oxygen. 
word count: 2022
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“Come on Y/n,” with yielding hands, Eddie carefully sat down next to you, “look, I know I fucked up, I am well aware of that,” he emphasized, “but it’s not fair for Steve,” he motioned to the creature sulking in the corner, staring out the cracked bedroom window, “he doesn’t deserve to undergo the same punishment, my punishment, I should take the full of it, not him,” he gesticulated, “fuck, I mean, just look at him. I think if you don’t do something now, relieve him even a little bit, he will just snap and trust me, you don’t wanna see that,” even from here you could see his ivory knuckles as the angel dug his fingernails into his palms hard enough to draw blood, “please, at least just kiss him a little bit.”
“Fine,” you huffed, snapping the angel out of his daze. Pointing a threatening finger towards him as he turned in your direction, “but you’re still not getting any, you got that?” you warned.
His stoic frown instantly melting away, he breathed out a soft smile, “got it,” slowly moving towards you as felt the devil crawl away. 
“I will just give you one kiss, alright?” your finger was still raised as he sat down beside you, his presents causing your arm to retract as he moved in closer. 
“Yep,” like coming up for air, his hands slid up to each side of your face, “one kiss,” and the next thing you knew, the angel dove in, and desperately pressed his lips against your own. 
Like a man starved, Steve didn’t let his touch falter for even a second, not even parting to catch his breath as his fevered kiss quickly grew out of control. His hands soon wandered all over your form, making you dizzy and causing you not to notice fully when he desperately tilted your body down, pressing you into the mattress with his own weight, just barely hovering above you as he attacked you with his ravenous lips. 
“O-okay,” you uttered weakly, his touch succeeding as usual in being extremely persuasive, “I think that counts as way more than one kiss,” your breath ragged as you turned your head for your kiss to be out of his reach.
Your legs naturally rested on either side of him, curled up and hugging his hips as he brashly melted further into you, letting you feel the previously only suspected tent in his pants press against your hot panties, your short dress haven ridden up completely. Ignoring your comment completely, he simply moved on to your neck as he began to grind down against you, needily scratching his itch and making your breath grow more wild. 
“Just a little bit more, please,” he croaked, smearing his plea all over where your pulse hammered on the side of your neck, “just give me a little bit more, sweetheart,” his fingers digging into your soft thigh for support as he rocked against the growing wet spot on your exposed underwear.
“Steve,” you tried to fight how your eyes fluttered closed, still determined to keep the disappointment alive, that you had taken out on the both of them, though your arms still reluctantly slid up around his neck and fervently grabbed onto his broad shoulders. 
Roaming a hand up to squeeze your tit, your nipples standing proud and visible through your thin dress, he purred, “come on, honey,” catching one of the pebbles between his fingers and tugging on it teasingly, causing your thighs to clench around his form, “I know you need this as much as I do.”
“Steve…” the rest of your words fell short as he raised himself up, hovering above you with his forearms strong on either side of your head, letting you stare into his breathtaking eyes. 
Looking down at you as if you were turning into his favourite meal, he continued, “and maybe this could be a way to up his punishment…” with a finger on your jaw, he tilted your head over for you to gaze at the devil, silently watching from the corner of the room, “just let him sit there and watch you get off, while he knows he can’t have you. Wouldn’t that make it much worse for him? Don’t you want him to learn his lesson? Don’t you want him to suffer?”
“I-… fuck, fine,” you gave up in a huff, him haven driven your mind so fuzzy that you couldn’t comprehend saying anything else, “but you are not fucking me,” you said firmly, “not with your tentacles, not with your cock, not even with your finger. You stay out of my pussy, okay?”
Victory seeping across his face in the form of a sly grin, he chuckled, “okay,” agreeing hazily as he dipped back down to catch your lips. 
Sneaking a hand down between your close bodies, you felt him tug your sodden panties to the side and rapidly after that heard him impatiently freeing his hard cock, a low sigh leaving his lungs as he felt the intimate contact of his throbbing length rest directly against your weeping folds, leaning his torso far enough back for him to get a good view. 
“Oh my god, what did I just say?” you groaned as he, with a grip firm at the base, swiped his leaking tip through your petals, pursing your pretty pussy lips apart for him.
“Don’t worry, honey,” he laughed, holding the soaked cotton to the side, hooked in his thumb, as he rubbed his length all over your cunt, relishing in your juices, “I’m not gonna put it in you. I just wanna feel you, please. It’s been so long.”
“Alright,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s been like a few days, a week max.”
“I don’t care, that’s still too long,” you sucked in a sharp breath as he suddenly tapped his heavy cock against your buzzing clit, making your whole body jolt in need. 
“Yeah, I bet if it was up to you, I would just stay like this,” you joked, “never go to school or work again, just let you two play with me for the rest of my days.”
“Is that a proposition?” he smirked, cocking his eyebrows and pinching your plump folds on either side of his girth, letting him fuck it and glide the bulbous head over your swollen clit. 
“Urgh,” you sighed, lifting your hands up and hiding your flushed face from him, “just shut up and cum so I can go back to studying.”
“Oh, yeah, you want me to be quiet all of a sudden?” you peeked down through your fingers and glanced at the sloppy mess he was making of you, “I thought you liked listening to me, listening to what you do to me…” he fucked his fist, angling his thrusts so he slid through your slick folds every time, ending each movement with a persistent nudge at your clit, “don’t lie, I know how much it pushes you over the edge.”
Maybe it was your abundant wetness causing his thrusts to go sloppy or perhaps it was just him being greedy and angling further down, accidentally catching your weeping hole on his way through your folds. 
“Oh my god,” you whimpered, just the sensation of him rubbing himself over your entrance made your legs quiver, “don’t do that,” you warned as it barely breached one too many times for it to have been accidental. 
“Oh, come on,” he flicked against your opening, purposefully getting caught every time, “what if it’s just the tip, huh? Would that be alright? I just wanna feel you squeeze me, even if it’s just the tip.”
Biting down on your lip, his teasing becoming simply too much, you let out a whimper and nodded your head meekly at him. 
The thing was, Steve was huge. There wasn’t any other way to put it. He was a powerful creature from beyond this realm and his assents made that painfully obvious. The tip of him didn’t just feel like the tip. The fat head was so big and staggering that it had your whole body just quit on you, the severe stretch being too much for it not to give out. It was always like that. It was so overwhelming that even just a whisper of him felt like he was rearranging your guts. If you didn’t look down, you never truly knew how much of him he had given you till you felt his pelvis rut against your clit and his tip bully your cervix. 
Pressing his lips against your own, he muffled your pathetic whimpers as he slowly fucked you with the tip of him, rudely yanking it out just to slap the heavy length against your puffy petals, filling the bedroom with the sloppy music of your need. 
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as you melted into the mattress, losing yourself completely to the moment, “missed your little holes so much.” 
“Don’t push in any more, promise me you won’t,” you panted, wiggling under his weight.
“I won’t, don’t worry.” he hazily shook his head, capturing your lips once more. 
“Promise me,” you turned your cheek to demand.
“I promise, I promise,” his empty answer rushed out as he continued to prod your needy little hole. 
Keeping his lips pressed against yours, lapping up your whimpering moans, he crushed you with his body in a way that made the rest of the world just fall away from under you, making your whole universe be just him, the agonising feeling of him bullying your opening, and his warm eyes staring back into your own as you melted into a puddle beneath him. 
“Fuck,” you suddenly exclaimed as all the air in your lungs was forced out, “you asshole!” the all too familiar overwhelming sensation of him reaching the end of what you had to offer, making you doubt if you were on the verge of cumming or about to punch him, “I knew you were gonna do that!”
Grinding his pelvis against your own, burying himself so deep that it hurt, he taunted, “if you were really so smart, then why did you let me?” relishing in the feeling of your cunt clambering down around him.
Trying not to give him the satisfaction, you muttered, “god, I hate you,” though your conviction was lost completely as his sudden and powerful thrust made you moan out in enchanted ecstasy. 
“Aw, I love you too, honey,” he chuckled, kissing your fuzzy features as he found his greedy rhythm, “doesn’t this feel so much better, though?”
“I can feel you in my fucking throat,” you gasped, a statement true of every time he had filled you up. 
Adoring eyes soaking in your every reaction, he growled in response, “exactly.” 
His hands then swiftly grabbed yours as they began to claw at his back, hauling them up above your head and locking them in his tight grip. 
“This pretty little pussy just needed to be stuffed,” he cooed against your lips, “it’s what she deserves,” his balls, dripping with your juices, slapped against your heat with every needy slam, “deserves to be treated like this,” he empathized with his hips, “deserves to be used,” he shifted his grip on your wrists, gliding up to weave his fingers with yours, “to be loved,” his nose rhythmically bumped against yours as he pushed you over the edge, “to be worshipped,” he fervently captured your lips, silencing the guttural cry that escaped as you trembled violently beneath him, soaking the bedsheets and gushing all over his cock.
Letting your eyes flutter shut, his gruff moans washed over you as your clenching cunt milked him of all of his worth. 
“Fuck,” he panted, forehead resting against your own as he insatiably continued to roll into you, sloppily fucking his cum even deeper and forcing it to spill out as your pussy clambered around him, “I love you so much…”
“You are so terrible,” you said light-heartedly as a dazed smile bloomed upon your blissed-out face, your brows swiftly knitting together at his excessive and relentless desire.
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satorubi · 1 year
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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 - toji fushiguro
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· ₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS — toji knows just how to get back at your ex.
「❀」 pairing : toji fushiguro x black fem! reader
「❀」 content warning : minors do not interact ! dad’s bestfriend toji, age gap ꒰ toji is forty and reader is in her late twenties ꒱ missionary, fingering, use of the word bitch - during sex - just once, use of pet names such as ꒰ sweetheart, pretty, slut ꒱
「❀」 word count : 3.6K whoop whoop !!
「❀」 author’s note : hiii !!! here’s me re-uploading this edited version of tastiest revenge - apart of my friendship is magic series - bc tumblr took it down the first time :/ i wanted to put out the gojo fic first but due to school starting, i realized how busy i’ve become :0 please enjoy & interactions n reblogs are always loved <33
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you were taken aback when toji answered your call. not only was the time 10:56 PM, but it was also the middle of the week. you ought to been fast asleep in your apartment by now, getting a good night's rest for whatever the world had in store for you tomorrow. but, alas, you were slouching on toji fushiguro's porch, your clothes drenched from the light rain and your makeup smeared from all the tears you'd let fall down your pretty face.
toji stands up from his recliner and looks around before hurriedly opening the door. his heart nearly bursts from your change in vigor. the hesitant, kindhearted disposition you always possessed seems to have been lost just about now; you have a slight pout on your face and stare up at him with imploring eyes.
he swiftly draws you into the warmth of his chest and shut the door behind him without you having to speak another word. his contact causes your body to tremble, and the rumble from his chest doesn't do you credit. all you could hear was him repeatedly mumbling phrases like ‘speak to me’ and ‘i’m right here.’
he allows you a brief minute to collect your thoughts as your nose started to run due to all the sniffling you'd been doing. as he goes into the kitchen, you take a seat on one of the three cushions, letting your head rest against the seat. toji could be seen pouring tea into a lovely glass mug out of the corner of your tearful eyes.
“you wanna’ tell me what brings you here?” he asks, settling into the couch and leaving you both with just enough space. you were completely silent. that bubbly, talkative spirit you usually had was much more comforting compared to the silence he was experiencing right now. you looked completely drained— almost as if someone had completely stripped you from your joy.
“im sorry, toji. i didn’t mean to impose l-like this,” you utter and he chuckles. he gathers the remote in his hand and turns the tv down, figuring you were ready to vent.
“it’s not a bother at all, yn. y’know that.”
you weakly smile, taking a sip of the warm liquid given to you. a deep sigh leaves your lips, “he cheated. like.. a lot.”
before you finished speaking, you could see toji clench his jaw. your former boyfriend, or ‘a fucking bastard,’ as toji used to describe him, was a dumbass. toji wasn't surprised when you discussed this matter, given that the kid was well known for his horrible reputation with the ladies at your uni. since the minute he shook his hand at your birthday all those months ago, he was able to tell that the youngster was a jackass.
the son of a bitch was disrespectful when toji first met him. he spoke of you as if you were merely an item on his arm or a tool at his disposal. he was a real asshole and a heartbreaker; he wasn't your typical old bum of a man, and toji could read him from a mile away.
the kid wore a smug look on his face, only a look of someone without pure intentions would have. he was playing you the entire time and it was easy to see from the eyes of someone who was once a player his damn self.
you see, toji was irritated by the notion that someone could be so foolish as to lose a woman like you. someone who was so understanding, determined to get what she wanted, clever, and humorous in response to everything said to her.
blind. he had to be blind is all.
“a video was posted of him today. he was kissing another girl at some party,” yet another stray tear fell from the brim of your eye and there toji was to wipe it away, “i’m such an idiot.”
no you aren’t.
“nah, he’s a dumbass, and i’ll be damned if i have to sit here and watch you cry over something that isn’t your fault.”
you take a tiny pause in an effort to contain the tears that were on the verge of escaping. of course, none of this was your fault, but for some reason, you felt that you had to bear some responsibility. you made a foolish decision by disobeying all the guidance you had been given, and as a result, you are again stuck with the consequences. given that your father and toji had warned you about the man from the start, you were surprised that he had the strength to even talk to you about it.
“i just- i just should’ve listened to you, that’s all.”
toji sighs, grabbing ahold of your hands and squeezing them gently, “it’s a bad time to say i told you so, so i’m just gonna’ say i’m glad that you’ve come to your senses. he was a dickhead.”
toji noticed you smiling for the first time tonight, so his clumsy joke must have succeeded. genuinely. after your brief burst of laughter, you kept your gaze fixed on toji’s flatscreen without saying a word. the house's four walls reverberated with the faint sound of a local broadcaster's voice as the two of you sat in quiet comfort.
he hopes he won't have to be the one to break the news by asking, “does your father know?” he despised doing things behind his back, but if you wanted him to, he could keep a secret. you admired that you could talk to toji about nearly anything, which was one of his best qualities. he wasn't patronizing or disciplining like your dad.
yes, you adored your old man dearly, but there are instances when hearing someone else's point of view than that of a parent can be quite beneficial. toji. would undoubtedly advise you of right and wrong, but he would never make you feel bad about yourself.
we’re human beings and we all make our fair share of mistakes.
by this time, you were no longer sobbing and you were getting a little bit closer to the man. his side profile is followed by your suckling eyes as you savor his sensitive features. even though you've known toji since you were in your early twenties, you've always thought he was gorgeous, but time has been kind to him. as excellent wine ages, so was he. hell, he probably tasted as delicious as he appeared—
toji starts, somewhat unexpectedly, “y'know, for what it's worth, i think you're an amazing woman." he fumbles with the silver chain dangling from his chest before saying, “you’re pretty, you're smart, and you make a mean pho.”
pretty. he called you pretty.
toji’s solemn face prompts you to hastily cover your smile as he adds, “you didn't deserve to be treated that way- and i hope you know that.” you could feel a hand gently caressing your arm. his calluses brushed against your skin as he held it in a warm, rough manner. the gesture almost made you want to pant like a bitch in the heat, even if you had no idea why or how.
he murmurs, “i don't ever wanna' see you cry like that again,” as his dark irises finally contact yours and you two exchange a soft look. unknown to you at the time, something was causing you to approach a little bit more closely than you had intended. you long for a kiss as your gaze moves from his lips to his eyes and back again.
as you prepare to make what would likely be one of your biggest mistakes yet, you close your eyes. you decrease the distance between you two to just a few inches by placing your lips on his. toji ought to have pushed you away at the first moment, but he was driven to submit. the way your mouth felt against his was just so effortlessly natural.
perhaps the novelty of being alone or the warmth of his body against yours is responsible for you feeling this way right now, but all you want is to continue feeling him like this forever.
toji grabs the nape of your neck while you moan into the kiss, luring you in. you take the initiative to straddle his lap as you start to feel a pool between your thighs, your covered pussy pressing on his crotch as you exchanged saliva.
to your surprise, toji pulls away when you ask for more by licking his bottom lip. even before returning to reality, you managed to feel the remorse beginning to rise in your stomach.
“m’ sorry. i don’t- i don’t know what i was thinking,” you mumble, quickly climbing off of his lap and back into your previous position. “i’m sorry. fuck- i’m sorry. i shouldn’t- we shouldn’t-“ you go on, but all that came out of your apology was a weak, anxious whine. toji simply sits there, likely attempting to process what just happened.
you were scared, but you were also humiliated. toji was not only your father's closest friend, but also his business partner. this could endanger his friendships, family, and profession.
you can't bring yourself to say anything else. you start to gather your things and get ready to go to the door, but just as you stand up, a hand delicately grabs hold of your wrist.
“you want me?”
yes.
“toji- i didn’t mean to-“
“yes or no?”
as you swallow, your chest rises and falls from the kiss's delirium. toji manspreads while keeping his hands on his lap and waiting for your response, tapping his foot on floor. he did have an issue with staring. his eyes gave off the impression that they would cut straight through you.
you say, "y-yes," but it sounds more like a moan. when toji hears this, he gets up from his chair and approaches you slowly. his hands were in the pockets of his gray sweats, and he had a smirk on his face. he continues moving until he is directly in front of you, his shirt showing his hardened nipples.
“say it with your chest, yn. did you not just kiss me? or was i imagining things?”
his taunting tone of voice not only annoyed you, but it turned you on too. he tilts his head to the side and looks you up and down, eyes following your curves, “toji, i want you.”
that was all he needed until it was his turn to attack your mouth with pecks. pecks turned into drawn out kisses and those eventually escalated to biting and sucking on one another’s lips. your noses chafed together as toji groans into your mouth. while your tongues danced to the rhythm of desire, toji’s hand came between your pants and the waistband of your pink panties. he shoves his palm inside the lousy fabric to cup your cunt in his hand.
he flicks his middle finger at your folds as you whimper, "want more, please." he can feel your lust on the tip of his knuckle. “i need you,” your nails skim the happy trail under his shirt, causing toji to grunt. the poor guy had no idea how much power you had over him.
“are you gonna’ regret it?” you ask, and yes, it was blunt of you, but you wondered if he was truly aware of the consequences of this action. you had to think of it from his perspective too.
toji was currently obtaining a happy life. he lived a peaceful existence with just him and his son and had a profession that was more than well compensated, but you? you were a grown woman—twenty eight, to be precise—and although you may have acted impulsively, it may have been just what you wanted. but want eventually turns to greed, and you’d hate to do damage to his conscious over your behavior.
“why would i regret you?”
you wanted to spend the evening lusting over his wonderful words— hearing him tell you the sweetest things, but no matter how sincere and charming his question was, your thoughts were elsewhere.
toji and you each had the ability to choose your own paths. everything you've done up to this point has been deemed inappropriate, and even if he were to stuff you full of his cock, it wouldn't matter. this was already out of line as is.
you make the decision to take matters into your own hands and carry on the passionate makeout session by encircling his neck with your arms. you can feel toji's hands pinching your ass cheeks as he begins to cup them to enfold you in his arms. he sits down on the sofa with you still in his grasp, allowing you to straddle his lap as before.
the hard cock sitting pretty in his sweats did nothing but rub up against you. as much as you wanted to take it slow, you couldn’t suppress the urge to let him have his way with you.
“‘ima fuck you so good, princess. so much better than he ever has,” he utters. you lift your hips up to give him room to finally take his aching cock out of his sweats. while doing so, he doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you.
"look at what you do to me, love," to put it mildly, you were in wonder as he grabbed hold of your chin and lowered your head between you both. first the middle, then the base was displayed. the thin pubic hairs that were still attached to his skin were somewhat cut, lying flat against his shaft as the tip of him flashed a brilliant pink.
as his cock stood up, toji flexed his lower abdomen to move it a little. each time he did this, his cock tapped against your belly, creating a pat.
“big huh? it’ll fit, don’t worry,” he ends his sentence with a wink and grasps on to your ass cheeks again, this time, parting them slowly. as you lift up, his cock aligns with your hole, leaking and eager for some attention.
“please be careful. it’s been a while,” you mumble. you turn to look away but he only comforts you, “i will. i promise.”
as toji entered you, your pussy revealed how horny you truly were. your sopping cunt slobbered around him inch by inch, little by little. your juices had covered his cock and made it easier for your walls to expand, adjusting to his size.
the burn causes your mouth to hiss. feeling him wriggle his way in like this made you feel like a virgin all over again. he had the kind of dick you had to mentally prepare yourself for; the kind that, after only two or more minutes, would have you crying and trembling in his hands.
“focus, yn. just focus on us, for right now.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. how could you not focus on just this? toji had your head spinning and your insides bubbling like never before. it’d be hard to think of anything or anyone else other than him, “you’re so deep- shit!” mushing your ass in his hands, he lifts you up and down his cock, making you feel each and every bit of him. toji bites back a moan when you start to become more comfortable— hips moving with his and your ass melting in his palms.
arms incoherently wrap around toji’s neck as he digs deep, moaning into your ear, “you don’t understand how good you feel. can i go faster? wanna’ make you cum all over my lap like the good girl i know you are.” you practically scream yes and immediately after, you hear a clapping sound.
your ass slamming against toji’s thighs was the cause of the ruckus, you realize as you turn to face the source of the noise. as you watch toji’s cock slip in and out of your pussy, he raises his head to stare at the side of your face, getting excited at how hard you clenched down in him as you watched him fuck you vigorously.
“look at how good you’re doing. takin’ that dick like it’s yours. you look so pretty like this.”
his encouraging words appeared to have given you self-assurance. using both of your forces to fill yourself, you start to slam down on him. you felt as though you were handling a lot at once, but you hardly cared enough to flee. god, did it feel wonderful to be taking dick like a pro.
“ooo- it's stretching me, toji! feels so fuckin’ good. i love it so much.” one thing toji picked up from this was how much of a screamer you were. every thrust ended with another high-pitched moan grumbling from your chest.
“you’re a loud lil’ thing, aren’t you? hope the neighbors don’t mind too much, but they’ll understand, right? i’m fuckin’ you so well they’ll have no choice but to understand.”
it was so easy for him to utter such derogatory phrases knowing the conditions his life would be in after— but he felt like he was compelled to. he loved the sensation of listening to your pussy becoming wetter with each passing stroke. incredibly responsive— his favorite.
his thoughts began to flow as a result of your hands grabbing at his shoulders. you were so desperate that you were delighted to accept whatever he was putting down, “i can’t believe mr. ln’s daughter is such a dirty little bitch. how do you think he’d feel knowin’ i’m ruining you like this, hm?”
that was when you came. something about the secrecy just made you all the more ablazed. although this might’ve been just a temporary feeling, you clamored for more— hollering his name and the curses that trailed behind it.
“m’ cumming! m’ cumming- fuck me, toji!”
he laughs, “how good is it, slut? tell me, how’s it feel?”
you could barely produce a single sound. you could only hold your mouth ajar and let out broken whines. your body was drowning in a sheen coat of sweat and your pussy was a bit sore, but you wanted to cum again.
“it feels a-amazingh,” you babble, unable to even utter the pronunciation of your words as he continues to poke at your g-spot. he was fucking you through it, talking you through it, and pulling you right into his grasp to swallow your whines with his mouth.
after he wrung out the last of your juices, he quickly lifts you up and places you on your back. he could now see just how pretty your pussy truly was. two plumped folds sitting on either side of a puffy clit that was in need of some sucking and a cute hole that ached for good dick.
a dream. a dream indeed.
toji wasted no time slipping it in, feeling your walls comfort his cock like a warm hug. every stroke was tender, but he was so slutty. the chain dangling from his neck beamed in your face and out of instinct, you tug on it a little to pull him down. taking a second to indulge in his features. he was so fucking sexy, especially like this— jet black hair sticking to his forehead, muscle tee drenched in sweat, and his small, hidden whines slipping in every now and then. you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done this sooner.
“i-i love this. love your dick so much- makes m-me feel so happy, toji.” now it was your turn to make your words dig deep, bringing him to the checkpoint with just a few praises.
“don’t say shit like that- fuck.”
you bring your hands to his face to cup his cheeks. you gently press your forehead against his and continue whispering sweet nothings against his lips.
“i can’t believe you’re fucking me like this— like you’ve wanted me for so long. you must love this pussy, huh? love when i take you like this?”
you take note of his sudden shudder, his strokes slowly becoming harder as his breath hitches near your ear, “yn, you better fuckin’ stop.”
“i can’t help it, toji. you just fuck me so much better,” you gasp and reached your arms around his neck, burying your head in his neck. you clench around him, and toji nearly loses it. the knot was finally beginning to unravel, his stomach was fluttering, and he was a bit tired, but he was so close— and you were too, again.
“where do you want me, sweet girl? i’m gonna’ to cum,” he asks, and you answer with a stream of yeses and ‘inside inside’. on command, you feel the wave of toji’s cum filling you full. your pussy wet him up with yet another orgasm and you practically collapse.
toji continues to fuck you through your climax, as well as his own. he was being nothing but dirty, yet a hint of weet. whispering things like ‘good girl’ and ‘i’m so proud of you’ over and over. your head was empty and so was your energy scale. you wanted nothing more than a nice soak in a warm bath to attend to your sore figure.
toji pulls out of you, leaving a airy noise being him when he does. his dick was coated in white, and he was still hard as you were wet, but you were both far too exhausted to give it another go.
he sees some of his cum dripping from your pussy and scoops it onto his index finger. lifting that same hand to your mouth, your lips immediately part to taste the mess the two of you made, “revenge tastes sweet doesn’t it?” he asks as you suck on his fingers until completely clean, letting out a moan while doing so.
as he stands to his full height, he stares down at your limp limbs and shakes his head in disbelief, “i didn’t kill ya’ did i?” he breathlessly laughs. you weakly smile and flip him off as he heads down the hall.
eventually toji returns, watching quietly as your lashes kiss your cheeks with exhaustion. still under a trance, he takes a towel he’d gotten from the bathroom to smooth your back and thighs, making sure to get between them as well. as he finishes, you could feel a delicate kiss being planted behind your ear.
his act as a caretaker drove you into a deep sleep, and he was left to reflect on what took place night. he might be jobless, and friendless in morning, but for right now, he’d rather fall asleep to the sound of your breaths as you lay your head on his chest— dreaming of the life you deserve.
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mrsurahara · 7 months
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𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘┊𝗟. 𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗭
ఌ︎. p. Luke Alvez x f!reader // g. smut
ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering (f receiving), squirting, mating press], take a shot every time you see “princesa”, cocky Luke Alvez, reader talking shit on the game— let me know if i missed anything!
ఌ︎. wc. 1.6k
𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧
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You and Luke were laying in your bed. You were in between his legs resting against his warm, shirtless chest in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You always told him that wearing his clothes helped you feel close to him even when he was miles away on a case.
You had your headset on and a PS5 controller in your hands yelling at the TV. You’d been playing Call of Duty: Warzone for the last three hours nonstop and Luke was having trouble keeping up. All he knew was that your team won every game and you talked a lot of trash. He’s contemplating pouring body wash into your mouth.
Unbeknownst to you, Luke was growing painfully hard. You constantly grinding on his dick, even though it wasn’t on purpose, was making it very challenging to not just flip you over and fuck you right there.
Then he got an idea.
Moving your bent legs to the outside of his, he began running his large hands up and down your thighs. Knowing he loves touching you, you decided against questioning it and continued to play the game. When you didn’t respond to him, he ran the backs of his knuckles over your pussy causing you to buck your hips. A knowing smirk graced his beautiful face because he knew he had you.
He lifted one side of the headset and whispered in your ear, “Cariño, I wanna play,” his breath fanned over your ear sending a shiver down your spine.
You lifted the mic from your mouth before speaking, “After this game baby, I promise,” you said, your voice breathy.
He decided to torture you a little bit. He put the mic back in its place and began to suck on the sweet spot just above your collarbone. You almost moaned, but pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth to suppress it. You took a deep breath to calm your arousal but ultimately failed when he began to nip and suck at the skin on both sides of your neck leaving purplish-red love bites in his wake.
“Good game ya’, gotta go! Bye!” you rushed, turning off the game and throwing both the controller and headset onto the black beanbag in the corner of your room. Luke held your hips down when you tried to turn and face him. “Let me go, I want a kiss,” you whined, eliciting a deep chuckle from your boyfriend.
“Not yet princesa,” he ran his thumbs under the band of the boxers you wore. You were so thick you could actually fit them and it never failed to make all the blood rush to his dick. “Take these off,” he instructed. You lifted your hips and slid the underwear off. “I bet if I touched your pussy my fingers would be soaked, hm?” he said into your ear.
“Well you wouldn’t be wrong,” you shrugged, receiving a smack to your bare cunt making you buck your hips again.
“You’re in no position to be a smartass,” he growled. His hands made their way to your smooth inner thighs and touched everywhere but your needy cunt.
“Luke, please,” you breathed out and you could practically hear the grin on his face.
“Please what, princesa? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me,” you whined from the lack of contact where you needed it the most.
“Touch you where? Show me,” he said. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your needy pussy. The subtle contact made your eyes flutter shut. His thick fingers ran through your soaked slit. “You’re so wet, Cariño,” he praised as he kissed your neck. “You gonna be good and take my fingers?” he asked.
“Y-yes, sir,” you stumbled over your words. Soon enough one of Luke’s thick digits plunged into your weeping hole, drawing out a wanton moan from you.
“Mhm, let me hear you, baby,” he said against your neck. Luke added another finger then another and curled them inside of you, hitting your G-spot with every movement. You tried to close your legs, but Luke used his own to keep them spread. He brought his other hand around and began to circle your throbbing clit, increasing your pleasure.
Sweet moans and whimpers escaped your lips as the love of your life finger fucked you. You began to feel the heat in your abdomen grow more and more. “Luke I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered through your moans.
“Cum for me princesa— cum all over my fuckin’ hands,” he said, speeding up his movements. His words were that last nudge you needed before you fell off the cliff into a sea of pure bliss. You shouted his name and your fingernails dug into the meat of his thighs, leaving deep crescent indents in his tanned skin. As Luke continued to fuck you through your orgasm, an unfamiliar sensation shot through your abdomen. A burst of liquid shot out of you, wetting Luke’s hands and the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and you tried to run away from the fingers still massaging your swollen cunt.
Luke was even more turned on than before.
He hummed in satisfaction and petted your clit a few times. “Turn around,” he instructed while untangling your legs. You straddled him, hovering over him so as not to put any additional pressure on your overstimulated pussy. Having none of that, Luke pulled you flush to the painful erection in his pants. You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes, and hid your face in his neck. Bringing a hand to your throat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. He smacked your bare ass and you moaned at the sting. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” he smiled.
“I didn’t even know I could,” you admitted. He leaned in to kiss you again. “Mi amor’s a squirter,” he grinned against your lips. Then it hit him… he was the first man to ever make you squirt. As if he needed another ego boost. “I’m the first and only man who’s ever gonna make you squirt,” he growled as his grip on the sides of your throat tightened.
“Yes, you are,” you leaned in and placed another loving kiss on his lips. As you continued to kiss, Luke lifted his hips and removed his sweatpants and boxers.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he pulled his shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. “Much better,” he grinned in satisfaction as he kissed you again. You raised your hips, taking hold of the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance. Looking into his eyes, you sank down until the tip rested inside of you. Your  eyes fluttered shut at the stretch and you rested your forehead on his.
“You got it princesa,” he praised. His large hands found your hips and helped you move. You sank further and further down until you were flush with his pelvis. “There you go.” 
You moaned as you rolled your hips. Clutching at the curls at the back of his head, you attacked his neck. Lips, teeth, and tongue left reddened skin that was sure to become darker in their wake. You kissed a trail from his collarbone to his lips.
Luke kissed you back with equal fervor, panting at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock. His hands that were on your hips migrate to the globes of your ass. His fingers grip the muscle as he moves your hips faster.
“Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” you moaned against his lips.
“Mm, I know cariño,” he cracked a cocky smile, “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”
“Please, please!” you begged.
Flipping you onto your back, Luke pushed your knees to your chest, letting your calves rest on his shoulders. He pulled out leaving the fat tip of his cock in and plunged back into your heat. He repeated the motion, your breath catching in your throat. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming.
Putting all of his weight on one of his strong arms, he used his free hand to pull your lip free. “Didn’t I say I wanna hear you? Don’t start being hard headed now.” He spits on your clit, “Play with yourself for me, princesa.” You nodded, quickly obeying him. Your eyes screwed shut at the added sensation. Luke lightly slapped your face, “Uhn uhn, eyes on me.”
Through bleary eyes, you met Lukes’s pretty brown ones. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms flexed with every thrust. That familiar heat below your navel began to spread, burning hotter and hotter the more you circled your swollen clit. Luke could feel you clenching around his cock, making him work harder to fuck you deeply.
“You gonna cum hermosa?” he grunted. Your pussy had him in a vice grip and he was so close.
“Yes! Yes, m’gonna cum, baby,” you were so close.
“Go ahead, make a fucking mess.”
You gushed at his words, squirting all over his abs, your movements over your clit never ceasing. With a few more strokes, Luke came with a grunt. His cock twitched as he filled you to the brim with his spend. Luke leaned down to kiss you. You hissed at the ache in your hips when he let your legs down into a more comfortable position. He kneaded the aching flesh without pulling out or breaking the kiss.
Now a tangled mess of limbs and sweet kisses, you swipe at the dewy skin on Luke’s forehead, admiring his handsome face.
“How about you draw us a bath while I change the bed?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Deal.”
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feirceangel · 4 months
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Imagine | Slice of Life (Luffy)
Imagine getting into a food fight and then cleaning up :)
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, bathing, non-sexual nudity, general good vibes.
Word Count: 1,056
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"What's going on?" You ask with arms crossed.
"Nuf'n," comes the mumbled reply from Luffy. His face is stuffed full of the cake you had just finished icing, frosting plastered all over his face.
"Sure," you drawl, shaking your head.
Honestly, you excepted nothing less from Luffy. You know him better than anyone else. That's why you actually made two cakes and hid the other one where he can't get his grubby hands on it.
"You weren't supposed to eat that."
"But it was right here," he whines.
"No excuse."
He slowly pushes a piece of the cake across the table towards you.
"I saved you a piece."
You can't help but smile at that display of affection. Luffy is notorious for not sharing his food, but he always shares with you.
"Thanks, Luff," you grab a fork and sit down. "I'll forgive you this time."
He laughs, "You always forgive me, Y/n!"
You flick some cake from your fork and hit him directly on the forehead, "Only cause you're a dumbass."
He laughs harder at that, sending a splat of cake onto your cheek as he does.
Your laughter joins his as you stand and smush a larger piece of the frosted goodness into his face. He sits still for a minute before bolting to his feet and smashing his lips against yours.
Taken by surprise, you are quick to return the favour. The taste of cake on your tongue coupled with Luffy's lips is a heavenly sensation.
He breaks away with a huge grin, “I’m your dumbass, dumbass.”
You wipe some of the cake from his cheek, “We should go get washed up. You’re a mess.”
“So are you, shishishi,” he giggles.
“You two are making me sick!” Nami exclaims, having been silently judging you two for having a food fight as she sat in the corner and flipped through her ledger.
You and Luffy simultaneously stick out your tongues in her direction.
She rolls her eyes and goes back to ignoring you both. You know it’s all in good fun, Nami is your best friend after all. She just likes to tease you.
The weather has been excellent today, not a cloud in the sky. But you told Sanji you’d make dessert today, so that’s why you were in the kitchen. Luffy had snuck in after you went to tell Sanji that the cakes were done.
Now, you grab Luffy’s warm hand and drag him into the bathroom, serious about getting clean.
“Y/n, I don’t wanna,” he grumbles.
“But we’re filthy,” you reason. “Besides, I thought you didn’t mind bathing with me? Do you want me to go?”
You turn to leave, embarrassed at assuming he wanted to share a bath with you. Before you can walk out the door, hands grab your shoulders and spin you around.
Luffy pouts at you, having stretched his arms to stop you.
“Don’t leave! I didn’t mean that,” he pulls you close and you let him. “I like spending alone time with you.”
“Same here, Luff.”
You smile at him and he returns the grin. Turning the tap on, you fill the tub with hot water, adding sweet smelling suds.
Meanwhile, Luffy’s taken off his hat and shirt, tossing them on the floor. You grab a soft washcloth, getting the worst of the cake off of Luffy before focusing on yourself.
Stripping down, you and Luffy quickly step into the shower to rinse off before sinking down into the soapy water of the bath.
The tub has more than enough room for you both, but Luffy wraps his arms around you and draws you close to him. You lean back against him, smiling in his embrace.
It’s the tender moments like these that bring a swell of warmth to your heart.
Sure, you always know how much love you have for each other, but there’s something special in these quiet moments.
Normally, you’re both boisterous and loud. Making jokes and going on adventures. The last battle you went through had seriously drained your energy though. Luffy seems to realize that you need this downtime.
He slowly rubs circles into your arm with the washcloth, lazily washing you.
You let him, relaxing as he gentle cleanses you.
“Luffy, thank you.”
“What for?” He genuinely sounds confused. “I didn’t do anything?”
“Just, for being here and being you.”
“I’m always here for you, silly,” he pats your head.
“I know, I just want you to know I appreciate you.”
You take the cloth from his hand as you give him a small kiss.
“My turn,” you guide him in front of you, wanting to have a turn as the big spoon.
He obliged without question, resting his head on your bosom and gazing up into your eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” you kiss his forehead as you tenderly wash his chest.
Your hands cover each of his scars, replacing the traumatic memories of how he acquired them with your loving touch instead.
Water hot around you, you secure your arms around him, sighing contentedly into the crook of his neck.
He giggles and twists to kiss your lips again, “That tickles.”
“Whoops,” you chuckle back, chasing his lips when he moves away. “Get back here.”
He splashes you with water, effectively leaving you sputtering. You grin with fire in your eyes and return the onslaught of water tenfold.
The laughter must be extremely loud, cause a bang of the door interrupts your water fight.
“Don’t make a mess in there!”
You exchange a look with Luffy before guffawing loudly, “Too late, Nami!!”
She cusses you both out loudly as you laugh hysterically and continue your fight.
“We really should get out now though,” you say after it’s calmed down a bit.
He pouts and scrunches his face.
“Guess what?” You say as you start drawing the tub and grab a fluffy towel to dry off.
“What?”
You grin mischievously, “I made two cakes.”
His eyes light up brightly, “Really?!!”
By now, you’re already clothed and have your hand on the door handle.
“Yup, and it’s all mine!” You laugh as you race from the room, leaving Luffy behind as his legs get tangled in his shorts.
“Wait, Y/n-“ he yells after you.
Laughing, you race to the kitchen, Luffy close behind you.
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Love Me Harder | George Weasley
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Mature content!
Word count: 1k
Pairing: George Weasley x F!Reader
Warnings: I honestly have no idea what to write here, mentions of alcohol (but nothing serious, really), pda, slight mommy kink(?), oh and yeah, they have sex.
Cheerful noises of your friends fill the room. Everyone is laughing, sipping their drinks, discussing the current events happening in the wizard’s world, while some argue over the quidditch matches in the corner. “What a peaceful evening”, one might’ve even thought to themselves.
Meanwhile, George is gripping the side of his thigh, trying to keep a straight face as you’re palming him under the table. Corners of your lips curl up, seeing him squirm next to you. Everyone is too busy chatting with each other..and you’re feeling particularly bold. You start stroking him slowly, painfully, agonizingly slowly. His forehead, his palms covering in sweat. George puts his head in his arms, leaning forward, trying his hardest to avoid accidentally looking in someone’s eyes. Oh how he wishes to be alone with you right now, so he could mark every inch of your body with kisses. He can almost hear your sweet praises, his dick twitches at the thought. “How pathetic” he thinks to himself. And then his nightmare becomes reality.
“Would you like another drink, George?”. His heart skips a beat. You pick up your pace.
“Yes, ah, actually N-no” His grip tightens, almost ripping the fabric.
“So, which one is it?”
“No, n-no, we actually have to go home, thanks mate”. He quickly stands up, rushing outside. Being intoxicated with alcohol, no one really notices it, so you two leave without drawing too much attention.
The moment you step your foot in the door he smashes his lips into yours, pinning you on the wall. His hands roaming all over your body. He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him, not breaking the kiss. His hand slides down your panties as he moves to your neck. “You seemed to enjoy watching me suffer in the public, didn’t you?” He nibbled on your ear. “Didn’t know you were into that” you could feel his smirk on your neck. A moan escaped you mouth when he pressed his bulge on your pussy.
“Use me then, love, use me however you like”.
Your panties were soaking, he removed his fingers and licked them, while staring in your eyes. You pushed him on the bed, straddling him.
“You asked for this, Weasley.”
He’s leaning on his elbows, staring up at you with his lips parted. You take off your shirt alongside with your bra. Small breath escapes him as he removes his shirt and starts unzipping your pants. Suddenly you take his hands and pin them above his head, bringing your face close to his.
“Who said you were allowed to touch me” - you slid your hand down on his chest - “you’re just gonna lie there and watch”.
You took of your pants and put one hand in your panties, rubbing your clit right above his hard dick, one hand massaging your boob.
“Bloody hell” George sighed. He could come from this sight alone, untouched.
As you felt yourself getting closer, you removed your fingers from your cunt and brought them to his mouth. He lolled his tongue out and started sucking on your fingers like a starved man. With your free hand you pulled the hem of his boxers and let go, causing them to smack on his skin.
“I want them off”.
You slowly pulled it down, watching his cock sprang free, leaking pre-cum. He had a pretty dick, you wouldn’t lie. You removed your fingers from his mouth, causing a moan to escape his glistening lips.
“A-ahh, fuck” He shut his eyes as you swirled your thumb on his tip. His cheeks covered in shades of red as his breath got faster. He put his slender fingers on your thighs, gripping them gently for support. It was a beautiful sight. With his brows furrowed, mouth agape.. he was beautiful.
His pleading eyes caught yours and you couldn’t bear it any longer. You needed him inside you.
“Do you wanna fuck me, Georgie? You tucked lock of his hair behind his ear, while he laid there, fucked out. Oh, how he despised you in that moment for toying with him but oh, how much that turned him on.
“Yes, yes love” he pulled himself up, pressing his bare chest on yours as you slowly sinked down on his cock. You put one hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady and started moving up and down.
George cupped your face and kissed you, keeping one hand on your waist. Your mind was fogged with his smell, tangling your fingers in his ginger locks.
At some point, he started thrusting up his hips while massaging your clit in circles with his thumb. The more you moaned the faster his hips moved. And then pleasure took over both of you. Your nails scratched down his back, feeling his muscles move. You helped him ride out his high and then just flopped on his chest, pressing your nose on his neck.
His fingers running up and down on your bare back as you cuddled together.
“Whatever that was, I want to see that side of you more often” He smiled at you.
“Mhmm, I enjoyed it as well”. Your finger tracing his jaw.
“Don’t hold yourself back next time, not even little bit. I’ll be the best boy for you..mommy”
You playfully smacked his chest as you laughed. He hugged you closer to him and you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Hello lovelies 🌸 I have a confession 😔🤚 I never really understood what the hype was with Keanu Reeves until I recently watched John Wick (I always appreciated how much of a great actor he was and thought he looked cute, but never really obsessed, yk?), but yeah, after watching John Wick I can say it with confidence that DAMN HE’S HOT! Anyways, thanks for taking your time and reading this and hope everyone is having a great day/night! 🌞🌙
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can i req sun/moon yandere hcs?
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Sorry this came very late darlings! A part of the reason is that i've been going through a lot in life and i haven't had much time to catch up but don't worry as i'll still be here for anything! (´⌣`ʃƪ)
Another reason was because of how indecisive i was for teamwork headcanons between the two. There was supposed to be more explaining how the two work together to watch over their dear but I decided to add it later in the future. I know it'll take another decade to write it out and I really don't wanna hold up this request more than I already have. ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )
Note: This takes place before the Security Breach incident making Moon way less aggressive and sadistic to that Moon.
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SUN
♡ *GASP* A NEW CO-WORKER!?! What wonderful news that is! He barely has any older friends (mostly cause adults find him creepy), so he finds the thought of having you around thrilling! When you show up, his visits start as occasional checkups, but soon they become more regular. You are such a caring and kind person to him and the children. He loves getting attention from you so much that every time you look at him, he feels like he's going to burst!
♡ His obsession grows so strong it goes against his intended programming to frequently focus on you. He knows he’s supposed to report problems like this, but he’s sure it can’t be so bad if he feels this happy around you! This has gotten him in trouble with staff and Moon multiple times, but he doesn't understand why. He’s doing his job of making someone happy and that’s his bestest friend in the world!
♡ Sun wants to do EVERYTHING with you. Despite protests, he doesn't want you to feel left out and all gloomy in the corner, so he’s bringing you along on all the things he considers fun! It’s scary when he suddenly scoops you up in his arms and skips at lightning speed across the daycare to where all the activities are. You’ll often find yourself surrounded by children playing games or making crafts. 
♡ Your happiness together is all he wants. When you laugh at the sock puppet he made of you, he feels all warm and fuzzy inside. He wants to make you laugh like that all the time! Anything you guys make is immediately stored and displayed proudly in his room. Now that he thinks about it, he should probably organize it better for the on-growing collection of your belongings and things that remind him of you.
“Wasn’t that so fun, Sunshine!?” 
“Yeah it was but I really gotta get back to work”
“Oh - oh wait! I got another game we can play together!!”
♡ Touchy-feely does not begin to describe how Sun behaves around you. Hand holding, cuddling, hugs, you name it, he wants to do it all. When Sun sees you, he just wants to squish you, and love you, and hold you in his arms forever and ever!! Even when you're busy, he can’t help the urge to pull you into a surprise hug. He would love to try kissing you someday but he gets bashful just thinking about it.
♡ Every time you come back to your desk he’s already got a gift waiting for you there. All four flavors of Fizzy-Fazz (He didn’t know which you wanted, so he got all of them) with a couple of chips and bars. A lot of the drawings with you and him together with hearts all over or the occasional origami around your work desk with sweet messages like “You’re my sunshine!” and “You look very pretty today!”. As cute as it is, it's gotten excessive to the point where you have to clean your desk on a basis.
♡ Like a kid, he’s relentless when getting you to pay attention to him. Unfortunately, this turns him into a huge distraction because, instead of getting your work done, Sunny boy is dancing around insisting you join him for more playtime. This transitions into interactions with co-workers. When someone comes to check on you, he’s already got your attention on something else while he shoos them off the daycare grounds.
♡ Nothing is worse than an unhappy darling. If Sun senses something is wrong, he will panic. Because he's built to recognize distress when he senses it, he's very understanding. So, when he feels you’re hiding something from him, he can’t help stressing over it. Now every minor gesture can be interpreted as a huge sign. You're not in the mood for hugs one morning and he looks at you as if you dropped-kicked a baby. God forbid he finds out he’s the reason you’re unhappy 💀
♡ He’ll try so hard to make it up to you but it only worsens as he realizes it’s becoming futile. He will cling to you more if he thinks you're mad at him. While trying to reassure you of his love, he sounds like he's just reassuring himself. He'll invent any excuse to keep you longer as well. He hates making a mess, but if it means you’ll stay longer, it doesn’t matter! He takes whatever desperate measures are needed, except for violence. The shame and guilt would outweigh whatever reason he had to lash out.
“Sunshine, please don’t go! No! No! NO! I CAN’T let you go!”
MOON
♡ Was it really necessary to have you around…? As grateful as he is to have a helper, he’s been doing fine alone. He’s mostly reclusive, only approaching when needed. It takes Sun’s endless gushing about you and a few approaches for him to warm up to you. When he realizes you are someone he can trust, he’ll make an effort to talk to you more while the children sleep. His biggest comforter becomes you, someone he can watch and protect. Your genuine care turns his curiosity into fascination.
♡ Moon could care less if he’s not supposed to cater to you. He already attends to a group of children so it shouldn't be a problem if he wants you as well. He keeps it discreet around you and other staff though. It’ll only cause trouble if he’s caught acting out. Lucky for him, he can be patient. If it means having you all to himself he has no problem going the extra mile into making you his compliant little star~
♡ Despite being a staff, Moon has a habit of urging you to sleep. Some days he’s more persistent than others. He can be pretty stubborn and, because of that, you often agree with him, so he can stop staring at you from across the room. If you’re really adamant about disobeying him, he has other ways of convincing you too~ Like placing Moondrops in your drink and waiting for them to melt before giving it to you.
♡  He always tells you this is for the best. He only wants what's best for you because your safety and health are his priority. Before you know it, he’ll have you tucked in the softest pillows and blankets. He’ll stroke your hair, whispering sweet nothings as you’re lulled to sleep. There's nothing more addicting than holding your still, peaceful form in his arms. Caressing your soft face while hearing your gentle breathing, he wishes it could last forever. Anyone trying to wake you up is signed up on his hit list. 
“Now now rest, Starlight~” 
“Moon I can’t I really have to finish-” 
“Shhhh… work has no place at bedtime~”
♡ It’s always a battle for him to choose whether he wants to hold you. His intrusive thoughts keep telling him to pick up and cradle you so he can see your cute reactions. On the other hand, he couldn’t risk anyone else seeing him being so clingy. He becomes the stiffest and most awkward bot for physical affection because he can't choose what to do! He is much more daring and demanding when you two are alone. You’ll spend hours locked down in his arms while he’s snuggling against the crook of your neck. Behave and he’ll leave a couple of pecks here and there too.
♡ Moon is deliberate when it comes to his gifts. You won’t receive them from him often, but when you do it's something he knows you needed or wanted. Like the time he saw you shivering, he handed you a daycare-themed sweater or hand-painted mug for all the pens and pencils you've collected. No matter how the gift is, it must be neatly presented to you. Even the energy bars he gets for you are wrapped in a cute blue bow. He prefers to hand you his gifts in person so that way he can see what you like and what he can improve on (also because he really loves the attention he gets from it).
♡ Moon is a sly one. As he prefers a more tranquil darling, he attempts to win you over though it would be easier to kidnap you. His way of doing so is making you more dependent on him. He takes his time studying you before making any moves. When he’s not stalking you he’s manipulating everything around you to his favor. If you’re a kind person he’ll draw you in by making himself look all alone because of those awful rumors of him being scary. If you’re more wary of him he’ll take his time gaining your trust, obeying your every word, and making you feel you’re the only one that can tame him until he can finally claim you as his own.
♡ Moon can be clingy but he never goes as far as to become suffocating. He’ll allow you to have space until he senses someone is trying to interfere. His possessiveness only drives him to stalk your co-workers as well. Everyone is considered an obstacle some more than others and is to be dealt with accordingly. Moon isn’t one for violence but he’s familiar with fear tactics that will surely leave your so-called friends to regret their decision.
♡ If he senses that he is at fault he’ll change himself to be softer but the same can't be said if he believes your co-workers had a hand in your change. He’s working behind the scenes causing “accidents” to happen. Your co-workers will drop like flies and you haven't a single clue why. He hasn't shown you this side because he knows you’ll only make it harder for the both of you. But let’s say you had suspicions. Moon would either downplay the whole thing or put you in "time out". Depends if he believes there's some way he can salvage the last bit of trust in him.
“Naughty Starlight, you are not allowed to leave timeout until I said otherwise~”
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Welcome Home, Darling!! Part 2 Human Wally x GN Puppet reader
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Drawings are by Clown. I couldn’t find one without writing on it. Tags for this story will be at the end. Love y’all
Part 1 for those who haven’t read part 1
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Home creaks as you step through the tv holding a human in your arms . “Shhhh Home, you’ll wake him up. And we don’t want to wake him up now ,” you shiver in excitement and walk with Wally in your arms to the bedroom. For a puppet, you sure can pick up a lot of weight. You never knew why you had such incredible strength if your plush arms. But you could balance Barnaby on your hand and sometime y’all do acts together with you picking up Barnaby. So like super strength. Back to Wally , you set him in the bed and tuck him in brushing his hair gently out of his face. You sigh smiling and pull your chair over near the bed and pull out a book. Home creaks and groans and you shush them. “Let him sleep. It’s almost morning. Why don’t you sleep Home and you can great our guest in the morning,” you say as you look at the chapter you are on in the book. The house moves a bit like nodding and then it’s silent. Seemed Home decide to sleep now. All that was in the room was you and Wally. You sigh dreamily staring at him. “Oh Darling, I can’t wait for you to wake up so I can look into those eyes,” you smile and read the book. “Oh wait. He is going to need his stuff,” you thought and gently set your book down. You head back to the living room and turn on the tv going back through to get him packed for his move to the neighborhood, whether he likes it or not.
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Wally yawns and rubs his eyes as the sun seemed to be shining into the room from the window. His hair was in all in his face from rolling around so he didn’t really notice where he was. He yawns and sets his feet on floor walking out of the room and to the bathroom ,Home had adjusted themself to mirror Wally home in the real world so that it will be a little harder for him to not think he is in his home. Wally turns on the water and splashes his face rubbing it clean with soap, water, and a soft towel. He gets the lotion on the sink and lotions his face. Got to keep his face from being chapped but also smooth. He searches around for his hairspray and brush not finding them. He groans and heads to the living room cause he usually has an extra box he hides away for when he runs out. As he heads into the living room, you are actually entering out from the tv with luggage and things of him. He gasps and screams , a puppet came out of his tv!!! He runs away and into the bedroom hiding. He was under the bed shaking and hoping this was still a dream
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You sigh and set his stuff down . “I was hoping to get home before he woke up but I guess I took to much time getting his stuff,” you say putting it in the corner with his other items you had gotten throughout the night. You turn off the tv and talk to home. “Home ,sweetie, where is my Darling human?” You ask waiting for answer. Home creaks and groans in which they tell ya he is in the bedroom. “Thank you Home,” you pet the walls in appreciation and skip over to the door knocking on it. “Darling, I am coming in. Please don’t be scared. I just wanna Welcome you to your new Home. I wasn’t wanting to scare you. You will love the neighborhood and we can even get you a place of your own,” you slowly open the door and you say this looking around. Home moves the floor pushing Wally out enough to where you can see his foot. “There you are,” you pull him out seeing him with his hair down in his face, “ don’t you look lovely in the morning. Your stuff is in the living room. I got it for you. If you want to get all dressed and ready for the day. You know where the bathroom is. I’ll go and make breakfast for you,” you say brushing his hair out of his face and leave the door open humming as you head to the kitchen. Home wouldn’t let your guest run out so you had no worries. You start to fix a wonderful breakfast for the man you know as Wally from his art. Apple Juice and apple cinnamon pancakes for breakfast. Wally comes out after doing his hair and getting dressed not wanting to anger the puppet. He sits at the kitchen table as you put food in front of him. He looks at you and asks “What do you want? Why am I here? Why me?” You smile taking a bite of your food just by looking at it. “Why, Wally dear, I just want you to be a part of the neighborhood. Won’t you be my neighbor? You don’t seem to have anyone in your life where you were and here. Everything is wonderful and nice and you will make so many friends. Though I will be your best. So from the bottom of my heart, Welcome home, Darling.”
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That’s my brain with my story idea lol. Thank y’all so much. Tags: @darling-w @chronicbeans @celestia80s @peachesandcremes @hiddencatails
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daisies-daydreams · 10 months
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I Wanna Be Yours (Pt. 2) - Eyes on Me
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Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Male Masturbation/Handjob, Voyeurism, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Graphic Descriptions of Genitalia, Swearing Word Count: 1.1k+
Author's Note: Part 2, baby let's goooo. This chapter describes König's perspective of what happened during the spicy segment in Part 1. 🫣
Part 1 (18+)
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI
“I’ll be right back,” König muttered. He slowly rose from his chair, his steely eyes trained on Ghost as the giant made his way around the corner. He sprinted into the bathroom, stripping himself down and showering as quickly as possible. König’s ivory skin was rubbed raw before he turned the faucet off. He nearly slipped when he stumbled out into the hall, a towel wrapped around his waist. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. You were gone…and so was Ghost. The sound of a door lock clicking quickly grabbed his attention. König clenched his fists, finding himself unable to move.
He took you. That motherfucker Ghost stole you away the minute he disappeared. König swung his foot in front of him before briskly pacing back and forth. He knew he shouldn’t have come on so strong earlier. He shouldn’t have left you alone with the skull-faced lieutenant.
Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t.
König wanted you…all of you. Wanted to feel your fingers drift down his neck as he kissed you tenderly. Wanted to take in your scent while he kept you snug against his side on the couch. Wanted to watch you unravel beneath him as he filled you to the brim with his thick cock over and over. He shook his head, pulling himself from the heavy fog of his thoughts.
König licked his lips, his muscles tensing beneath his goose-bump ridden skin. He felt dizzy, the room spinning around him like a twisted carousel. The tall man stumbled forward, his feet padding against the cold floor. His breath hitched when he heard a faint gasp from behind a door nearby, followed by the sound of wet lips colliding together. He stepped closer to the door, wincing when a floorboard creaked beneath his heavy footsteps. The sounds didn’t yield as he cautiously approached.
“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” König heard Ghost drawl. He felt his heart crack when he heard a soft “me too” follow the lieutenant’s words. It was your voice.
König’s eyes widened, a hurricane of emotions colliding in his chest. He stumbled back, his large hand clutching his sternum. He felt sick, his stomach twisting and churning as his breathing grew ragged.
“This isn’t happening,” he thought as he squeezed his eyes shut. Another few sentences were hummed past the other side of the door. One word that was keened out from your plush lips caused his eyes to snap open.
“Simon”.
König felt the fiery blaze of rage course through his veins. He could only imagine what the other masked man was doing to you. The sound of gasps and clothes shuffling suddenly made his cock stiffen. The indistinguishable groan of the bed creaking as Ghost set you down sent him into a hazy spiral. He closed his eyes as his fingers delicately played with the hem of his towel. König pictured you spread out below him, your plush thighs spread apart as he nipped at your pulse. You mewled, causing his cock to jump beneath the wet fabric.
“Scheiß,” he hissed when he saw the prominent bulge threaten to poke out. A thought suddenly crossed his mind. No-he couldn’t…shouldn’t.
Right?
“Y-Yes,” your voice called like a siren’s.
Fuck.
His mind snapped beneath the weight of his arousal, shattering into a thousand pieces as he lunged forward and clutched the doorframe. His towel fell to the floor as he snatched his cock in his tight grip. In König’s mind, his mouth was pressing open mouth kisses on your soft cunny, his warm tongue lavishing your sensitive folds as he savored your honeyed juices. You’d let him play with your swollen clit, his thumb drawing tight circles around and around while you threatened to suffocate him with your thighs.
“Please, Simon,” you cooed. König’s lips curled into a ferocious sneer, his hand fervently pumping his throbbing length.
“Nein-‘König’,” he muttered as he swiped his thumb across the dripping head of his cock. His head fell forward as he imagined one of his hands splayed across your lower stomach, the other wrapped around his member like it was now. Groans bubbled up from König’s broad chest, his giant form hunched over as he squeezed at the base of his dick. Your pants and moans only fueled the lewd image, causing König to whimper.
“Pussy already feels so good-fuck, can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on,” Ghost’s gruff voice uttered. König began to thrust his hips into his palm, another piece of his fantasy coming into light: Ghost, bound to a chair, watching him eat you out like you were the most succulent fruit. The man would strain against the rope as he watched your face twist and body writhe with ecstasy. Oh, how broken the man would be. The thought made him suck in a sharp breath, his heavy balls twitching and aching for release.
“Slow down,” he thought to himself as he merely kept his length snug in his grip. Fuck, he was burning up, his entire body raging like a furnace. He was about to let his hand fall to his side, but something stopped him.
“K-Keep going,” you cried out. König let out a quiet growl before jerking himself off at a brutal pace. His head fell back while his other hand came down to fondle his bulbous testicles.
“Ich bin so nah dran,” the Austrian groaned. His vision felt blurry as he kept stroking towards the precipice of his orgasm. The muscles in his stomach were so tense, tying around each other in a searing knot. “Yes, yessss,” König whined as he bucked into his hand, his breathing stuttering as he anticipated cumming with you. But then….silence.
His eyes shot open, hand now gently caressing his length. He listened, and waited…
“I want to hear you scream my name when you cum on my cock,” Ghost rumbled. König’s hand twitched, the fiery tension in his stomach threatening to burn him alive. He squeezed his cock, rubbing the hot length swiftly.
“Don’t pay attention to him, Maus,” he murmured to himself. König’s sapphire eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he pictured you coquettishly gazing up at him, your pussy soaked and tight hole ready to be fucked open. “Eyes on me,” König growled as he imagined taking your chin and guiding your attention back to him. You moaned, sending a shockwave of pleasure ripping through his spine. He could see your cute pussy trying to greedily suck him in. Your hands would fly up to his shoulders, your nails digging red crescents into his taut muscles.
“Feels so good-so full,” you sighed. König chuckled.
“That’s right: only I can fill you like this, liebling,” he rumbled. Your jaw would go slack when his thick head hit your cervix, the front of his muscular thighs pressed against the back of yours. You’d feel divine wrapped around him: a perfect, wet sleeve for his girthy dick. He’d look down where your sexes were joined, mesmerized by how well you’ve taken him. König breathed out a puff of hot air before thrusting his hips forward. Your moans and pants, as well as the bed creaking and slamming against the wall, was a gorgeous symphony in his lewd, vivid fantasy.
“Fuck, look at you-taking all of me so well,” he moaned, his other hand coming back down to cup and caress his sac. The massive soldier could feel the white hot pleasure begin to rise like a volcanic eruption as he pictured you arching your back, your walls hugging him oh so deliciously. He became so lost in his blissful fantasy that he didn’t realize he’d stumbled backwards, his footsteps reverberating across the thin walls. A bright red crossed his face as he neared his release.
“Simon,” you keened. König could hear the squelching that came from the room, how your wet sex welcomed the lieutenant’s cock. He bit his lip, nostrils flaring as he gripped his shaft.
“Look at me, schatz. Look at me when you cum,” he snarled. He pumped his fist around his cock a few more times before he heard you scream Ghost’s real name. König couldn’t stop the searing wave of pure bliss that suddenly shot through his body.
“(Y/N),” a raspy moan escaped his lips as he came undone. He shuddered as he felt rope after rope of his warm cum paint his stomach and palm. König’s chest rose and fell as he gasped for air, his head still swimming as the last spurt of his seed splashed against the divots of his abs. His mind was suddenly filled with clarity.
He just jerked off to you getting fucked by another man.
Panic rushed over him as he snatched his towel, quickly cleaning off some of the cum that dripped onto the floor. He hastily wrapped it around his hips before clumsily sneaking back into his room. König winced when the door creaked shut. He dragged his hands over his face, a million thoughts racing through his mind. König threw himself onto the bed, landing on his back. His breathing stuttered as he tried to calm himself. He was fairly quiet, and the door was shut, so there’s no way for them to know he was there…right? König tossed and turned, unable to find solace in his own thoughts. He groaned as he turned himself over, then gasped as arousal rippled through his body. König hesitantly looked down and swallowed thickly, having to deal with a whole new issue.
He was hard again.
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For the person that requested a mini-fic of Joel feeding his family. Once again I'm incapable of sticking to a short format 😊
Featuring: softness, cooking, some Joel whump, the Dynamic Duo of Ellie and Tommy, cuddling, Joel being taken care of, and a Miller Williams sandwich.
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“Go on, get some rest. I got ‘em.” 
Tommy mumbles something but he’s already laying down, following Joel’s guiding hand on his shoulder. Ellie grabs a blanket and drapes it over Tommy. Joel thanks her with a kiss on her head and then he’s off to the kitchen. Ellie lingers, touching the pen in her pocket, wondering if she has enough time to draw something on Tommy before Joel notices she didn't follow him—
“Ellie.” 
Ellie rolls her eyes and leaves Tommy to sleep, going to the kitchen where Joel has strapped the twins into their high chairs. 
“You got x-ray vision old man?” 
“Yeah. Comes with bein’ a parent,” Joel gives her a conspiratory grin and nods towards a drawer, “‘sides, Maria’s got some permanent markers in there.” 
Ellie giggles. She watches Joel feed the twins, hands steady and gentle with each spoonful. 
“You wanna help?” 
Ellie steps up, trepidation humming in her chest. She’s never had cousins and she doesn’t want to fuck it up. But she copies Joel’s every move and soon Leon is happily eating from the spoon she lifts to his mouth. 
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Ellie watches Joel cook, her notebook spread out on one corner of the kitchen island she and Joel built together. He’s making chicken, quinoa, and green onion croquettes, shaping them into fat ovals by hand. As she brainstorms ideas for the school science fair, she idly traces the J.M. and E.W.M. she and Joel carved on the butcher block prior to sealing the wood.  She loves evenings like these, where they can both do their thing in close proximity, sharing each other’s presence. 
There’s a series of knocks at the door; two quick raps followed by a long one. Tommy strolls into the kitchen seconds later, dropping a kiss on Ellie’s head in greeting. Most of the time he stops by a few minutes before dinner just to mess with Joel — he’ll flick the lights, untie Joel’s apron, slide the spice jars just a few inches out of reach. Today he has eyes only for the freshly fried croquettes.
“Smells good hermano. Gimme a taste?” 
Joel breaks a piece off one croquette and pops it into Tommy’s mouth. Ellie laughs, curious, amused, 
“Gotta get fed like a baby Tommy?”
Tommy just grins at her, not the least bit embarrassed. “No need to be a jealous jelly just cause I got to try some and you didn’t.” 
Ellie deliberately reaches over and plucks a croquette off the drying rack and stuffs it into her mouth. Tommy laughs. 
“Alright, go wash up you two,” Joel interrupts, turning to fry up the last of the food, “Maria’ll by soon and we can eat.” 
Tommy makes sure to lean towards Joel’s good ear before he loudly says, “Yes chef!”  
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The thing is, maybe Ellie is a little jealous. She watches Joel feed Tommy and vice versa a few more times over the following weeks. Neither man makes a big deal out of it and she infers that the action has nothing to do with age or ability but everything to do with familiarity, intimacy, love. Culture too, she knows, from subtly questioning Maria. And, she reasons, the five years between them would’ve made Joel old enough to help feed Tommy as a toddler. Still, she can’t help but feel a little left out. 
But as amazing as Joel is, he’s not a mind reader. So if she wants in on this particular Miller custom, she’s going to have to ask for it. 
She works up the courage on a warm Saturday afternoon when Joel is making her favorite — empanadas. She doesn’t even pretend to read her book, joining in on the preparation instead, which never fails to make Joel smile. She waits until he’s fried the second batch and the first has cooled and drained enough to be ready. Then she nudges him, looks up at him, and borrows Tommy’s words, 
“Give me a taste?” 
Joel’s eyes are suspiciously shiny as he breaks a piece off an empanada and feeds it to her. 
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It becomes almost unconscious as the days and weeks go by. Ellie and Tommy turn it into a competition, where they encourage Joel to throw bits of food up into the air so they can catch it in their mouths. Joel resists at first, warning them they’re gonna choke, but he gives in to their combined pressure. 
There’s a point too, when Ellie is helping Tommy in his garden, that she asks him for a taste of the fresh grape tomatoes they’ve just picked and rinsed. Tommy obliges with the same awestruck look Joel had the first time and Ellie calls him dramatic as she wraps him in a hug. 
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Ellie wakes to the sound of the shower running, which wouldn’t be an issue if it wasn’t two in the morning. She’s up and out of bed in an instant, warning bells going off in her head. Light spills out from under the bathroom door, bright in the dark hallway. She knocks on the door. 
“Joel?”
No response. She gives it a couple of seconds before she opens the door only to be greeted by thick, warm steam. Joel’s sitting on the edge of the tub, massaging the sides of his head along his sinuses. His hands are shaking. 
Ellie does her best to swallow her worry. 
“It’s a little early for a sauna experience isn’t it?” 
Joel finally notices her. He looks tired and scared. Ellie immediately closes the space between them and puts her hands on his shoulders, making sure he really is present and seeing her before she moves them up to cradle his cheeks. He’s warm, even more than could be explained by sitting in the small bathroom with the hot water running. 
A flu’s been going around Jackson, taking people down left and right. It seems like it finally caught up to Joel. Ellie winces, guilt sour in her stomach — she’d had it last week, had she given it to him?  
“’M alright baby girl. Go back to bed.” 
Joel had taken care of her day and night, made her his mom’s caldo de pollo, a delicious soup that had been the only thing she’d been able to stomach. Like hell is she leaving him to his own devices now. 
“You’re way too smart to think I’m just leaving you like this.”
“Ellie—”
“I’ll be right back okay?” 
And before he can argue any further, she plants a kiss on his forehead and rushes out of the bathroom. 
Getting Tommy is easy. Since becoming a father he's been a light sleeper and he answers his door well before Ellie thinks to use her spare key to go inside and wake him. He follows her back to her and Joel’s place, getting ahead of her on the stairs due to his longer stride. He gets Joel up with some fuss and Ellie leaves them to it when Tommy announces Joel’s damp pajamas have to go. 
Ellie heads back downstairs and beelines straight to the fridge. Thankfully, there’s still some caldo left. She pours the soup into a saucepan and starts heating it on the stove. 
Tommy comes downstairs about fifteen minutes later, exasperation and sadness on his face. For a moment it looks like he's debating what to tell her but a fierce glare from her gets him to spill the full story. How Joel had been feeling off the last couple of days (which they both know is likely an underestimation) and how he'd woken in the middle of the night feeling so horribly congested he’d thought he’d lost his hearing entirely.
Ellie wonders how long he sat there feeling terrified and finds her hands curling into fists. Anger is easier to hold onto than heartbreak. 
“Why couldn’t he just say he was feeling like shit?” She asks. 
“It’s got nothin’ to do with us, Ellie.” Tommy answers, cutting through to what she really wants to know in that way she always finds annoying, “He’s had to carry a lot on his shoulders. A lot to swallow up and go through alone. Long before you came along and before I was old enough to notice. It ain’t fair to any of us, him included, but we can help him see there’s a better way of doing things now.”
Ellie takes this in. It makes sense, but she doesn't have to like it.
“So are you saving your lecture for when he gets better? Cause I have a bunch of things I want to add.”
“Oh yeah, he’s in for a good one, don’t you worry. I’m gonna use his full name too, just like our mama used to.” 
Tommy pulls her into a hug and Ellie squeezes tight, hoping it gets across how desperately grateful she is he’s there and taking care of Joel isn't all on her. Tommy drops a kiss on her head. 
They go back upstairs, Ellie carrying Joel’s favorite soup mug with the hot caldo and Tommy holding a glass of orange juice. 
Joel is in his bed, hair fluffy from running a towel through it. To Ellie’s relief, he’s entirely alert and looking much better. Good enough to at least appear sheepish, if not a little embarrassed at what he no doubt thinks is excessive fussing on their part. 
“Alright, you got two choices now — caldo or OJ.” 
“And I don’t mind spoon feeding you,” Ellie adds, squaring up next to Tommy, “I have plenty of practice.”
Joel’s eyes narrow, “Since when’d you two get so chummy?”
“Carin’ for the same idiot brings people together like you wouldn’t believe.”
Joel realizes he’s fighting a losing battle. “Fine. Gimme the soup.” 
Ellie passes over the mug. Joel makes it through most of it before he holds it back out to her, too tired to continue. Ellie sets it on the nightstand before flopping onto the bed to the right of him, making it clear she has no intention of leaving. Joel just rolls his eyes but he can’t hide his smile as he settles in around her like usual. 
Tommy turns off the lamp but he makes no move to leave. Instead, he pushes at Joel's shoulder. 
“Scoot over.”
“Tommy, what the hell—”
Tommy simply makes space for himself on Joel’s left while Ellie tries to muffle her laughter against the pillow. 
“Tommy you got someone to cuddle with. She’s probably waitin’ for you. In your own damn house.” 
“And miss this chance to be the big spoon? No way. Now hush up and enjoy your time in this wonderful Miller Williams sandwich.” 
Joel grumbles some more but he makes no move to escape them.
“Hey Tommy, why didn’t the sick person get the joke?” 
“Why?”
“Because it flu over his head.” 
Tommy chuckles. 
“Hey Ellie.”
“Yeah?”
“I too have a joke about the flu. But I hope you don’t get it.”  
Ellie and Tommy laugh together. Joel holds out for a few more seconds before he joins in. 
"Jesus you two are a goddamn menace."
"You wouldn't have it any other way, big brother."
Joel pulls both of them closer. "Damn straight."
Ellie can’t help herself, "Hey. I'm right here."
And that sets them all off again.
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Staring Contest 🫧
(slight angst lol)
☆*:.。. o(Dominic Fike)o .。.:*☆
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You decided that going to the frat party you were invited to earlier that day wasn’t such a waste of a night after all. You dressed plainly in your shorts and soccer jersey and slid on your comfy shoes. You didn’t plan on bringing someone home nor were you looking for a quick fuck tonight, honestly you just wanted to drink and dance with your girls.
“well don’t you look pretty as fuck.” Your friend said as you walked out of your dorm room. A smile spread across your face.
“Thank you my gorgeous lady.” You locked your dorm room and headed on your way to cross campus.
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“Okay this time we’ll do a staring contest and whoever looses has to take the shot!” You friend said sitting beside you on the sofa. You and a few more of your friends had gathered around the fire pit on the back patio. The alcohol in your system had definitely taken effect. You felt more relaxed and kept laughing at the silliest of things.
“okay word I’ll go first.” Your friend Dominic said with his red solo cup in hand.
“Who you tryna go against?” Your friend asked taking a sip of whatever she had in her cup
“uh y/n you up to take a loss?” He shoots you a look and a smile spreads across your face, your competitive side coming out.
“Oh baby boy I’m not gonna loose, but sure I’m up for it.” A smile Riggs at his lips as you move from your spot on the couch to give him more room to join you.
“okay ready?” Your friend calls as your eyes meet his. The look he gave you made your stomach flutter. His deep brown eyes were so soft yet demanding at the same time. You remembered all the times you’ve seen these same eyes roll into the back of his head because of the effect you had on him. He shot you a small wink.
“ready.”
“r-ready.” You say as he moved closer to you. Grabbing your hand and began drawing small circles on your palm. The tickling sensation causing you to loose your concentration, and it sent chills down your arm. You and Dominic had a….thing I guess you could say. He would pull you into hidden corners to kiss you and tell you how pretty you looked that day and sometimes spend the night in each others beds.
He knew his soft touch was your weakness, like the times he’ll put his hands a little too high when you wear skirts and you eventually excuse yourself from the room, or when his thumb softy swipes against your cheek when you share kisses. He loves making you so nervous around him but he didn’t like the fact that you preferred to keep it hidden. So everytime he had an opportunity to hint that you guys had something going on he would take it.
He stopped drawing the circles and linked your fingers together, sharpening his gaze in the process.
Your eyes widen slightly causing them to dry more and you blinked.
A smile spread across doms face as you roll your eyes at him.
“Dom wins!” You could hear his boys cheer for him and boos coming from your friend. You take your shot and immediately regret it. The taste burning in your mouth.
“And what do I get for winning princess?” The name he called you in private being used in public was enough to make your face burn. The alcohol in your system making you want to risk it all for him.
You cleared your throat and pulled him closer. Hardly any space occupied the area between your faces.
“I don’t know Dom, stop by later tonight and I might have something for you.” You said in a whisper, not breaking eye contact until he nodded.
You pulled away and rose from your seat.
“I’m gonna go grab another drink.”
You began walking away and felt a hand sneak around your waist.
“I’ll join you.”
Hope you guys liked!! Kinda wanna do a two parter but we’ll see 🤍
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emotionalmessss · 5 months
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Weird request, but would you be willing to take a shot at a Dabi headcannon list where the reader's family was friends with the Todoroki family, so he knew her before the fire when she was still a little girl?
A/N: ou, I'll definitely give this one a shot. I took a different approach with this one, so I hope I answered alright. :) I haven't written in months, so I'm kinda rusty and completely ran with this, sorry.
Warnings: slight spoilers for season six of MHA
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Touya, despite being an energetic kid, was shy when you first started coming around the Todoroki household. 
At first, he would stay hidden and watch you play with his siblings down in the courtyard, opting to observe you through the balcony railing. Or he’d be too focused on training his Quirk in another room.
He never really said all the much to you, only a few words here and there, but that didn’t stop you from trying to interact with him.
As Fuyumi tosses a ball at Natsuo, you spot Touya out of the corner of your eye, who leans back against one of the wooden support beams and observes. 
You couldn’t help but grin when you notice him, turning to give him your full attention, and trying to beckon him over with a frantic wave of your hand. 
“Touya! Come join us!” You call out towards him, your bright smile never fading as you urged him to play. 
Touya glances over at the sound of your voice, his hand tucked inside the pockets of his pants. Averting his eyes and drawing his lips into a thin line, as he contemplates your offer. For a moment, that stubborn look of his fades, and it looks as though he’s about to concede, but at the last minute, he pushes himself off the wooden beam and retreats upstairs. 
Your smile faded slightly and your shoulders slump in response to his denial, but your innocent self quickly shakes off the sting of rejection. He probably just wants to train, you think to yourself. 
Eventually, as you started to come around the house more often, Touya slowly found himself getting more comfortable around you. 
He started talking to you more than he usually did, and rejecting less of your offers to come and play. Oddly enough, whenever you were around, his entire focus was on you.
You could say that this was just innocent child curiosity, but it was something different. The faint blush and quick aversion of his eyes whenever you caught him looking at you, how he occasionally asked Rei when you’d be at the house again, and how excited he got when he’d offer to show you his Quirk.
He loved to innocently tease you, and tell you all about his plans in surpassing All Might, and becoming the Number One Hero. He would go on and on about it, since you were one of the few people who encouraged him and his goals.
Touya’s head immediately poked out of his bedroom when he heard the front door open and close, followed by the familiar sound of your voice. Less than a second later, he quickly makes his way over to the front entrance with an excited bounce in his step. 
“C’mon, I wanna show you something cool!” His voice taking on a higher pitch, laced with a sense of urgency. He grins and grabs ahold of your hand, barely giving you enough time to take off your shoes before he’s tugging you down the hallway and into his room. 
Your eyes widen in pure awe as he holds up his hand, a bright flame flickering around his closed fists. “That’s so cool! You’re amazing!” 
A prideful smile spreads across his face at your response, which fills him up with a sense of satisfaction. There’s also a weird feeling that builds up in his stomach, one that he’s completely unfamiliar with. 
“You really think so?!” He questions, almost like he’s not used to this type of reaction. His smile widens and the heel of his right foot digs into the flooring when you nod.
His eyes shift from you to his fiery fist, and then back to you again. That look on your face, along with your praise causes Touya to completely ignore the gnawing heat that his Quirk produces — one that his body is ill equipped at handling. 
Years after the incident, now taking on the persona of Dabi, joining the League, and vowing revenge on Endeavor. The bitter reminders of being tossed aside like trash, the constant rejection, and being deemed a failure, all brewed beneath his aloof demeanour. 
That hatred wasn’t solely directed at his father, oh no, it stretched to that perfect little masterpiece. That fucking brat, nothing but a puppet.
But, deep beneath his hateful and resentful thoughts, there was one thought that occupied his mind more than he would’ve liked. You.
It would be a lie to say that Dabi didn’t try to get you out of his head, but it rarely seemed to work out in his favour. He would always tell himself that you didn’t matter and that he’s a kid anymore. After all, Touya Todoroki died. 
But getting someone like you out of his head was harder than he imagined. Even after everything, he could still see your beaming smile, and hear your innocent words of encouragement. 
Thoughts of you even started to distract him during his business with the League, especially when he was out searching for new recruits. Every time he noticed someone that looked even a tiny bit like you, his stomach would instantly knot up. Anxiety? Anticipation? Who knew. 
Whenever the League’s activities would venture a little too close to where you lived (again, why did he remember this?) he’d purposely hang back a bit, his impassive expression giving away none of his inner turmoil. 
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 3 months
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the twinkle lights
lilac, chapter fifteen
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a/n: yes that is lorelai gilmore in that moodboard and yes that scene those are screenshots from is partly the inspo for this chapter.
summary: “Yeah, sorry, it’s just a bit chaotic right now. The last of the guests just arrived and I haven’t even had time to go up and change yet. I’m still in fucking jeans.” 
warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, wedding, alcohol consumption (not by reader though), fluffy phone call
word count: 2049
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As yet another heavy sigh flowed from your lips, you tried to force your tense shoulders to relax as you felt the steam, from the coffee cup centimetres away from your mouth, kiss your weary features. 
Hidden away in the corner of the inn’s kitchen, you sat slumped on a small stool, the one usually tended for reaching the stuff in the upper cabinets. But just as you took your next sip, keeping it small so as to draw out the eventual emptiness and the fate that came with it, the doors swung open and in burst the rotund visage of Donna, all done up from the bottom of her clacking heals to the peals hanging low from around her neck.  
“What’s up, sluts!” her booming voice caused your father to jump and the piping bag in his grasp to nearly slip, though the entrance didn’t affect the sheriff who leaned against the far counter. His gaze stayed directed out the window where rows of foldout chairs were half set up. The remaining bubbles in Donna’s slender, lipstick-stained glass sloshed around as her eyes beheld the towering cake standing on the central worktable. And like a child, the inebriated woman couldn’t keep her fingers to herself as she reached out and swiped her finger through one of the swirly flowers piped around the tiers, “uh! Yum!”
But before she could bring the treat up to her lips, Harvey’s hand tapped over hers as he snapped, “no! Don’t you even dare!” raising up a finger and waving it in her face as he warned, “I have been working on this all week and I will not let you ruin it the last second!”
“Urgh, Harv, you’re so uptight, darling,” she rolled her eyes then held out her champagne flute, “here, why don’t you have a little glass of bubbly to calm your nerves?”
“Donna, just–,” you could almost make out the steam that spewed out of his ears, “get out of my kitchen! The rest of the night you’re not allowed in here or else–… or else…” he rapidly lost all of his gumption as he struggled and improvised a threat, “I’ll–… I’ll have Otto arrest you!”
Clearly not paying attention at all, Otto finally turned to face the rest as he overheard his name, “huh?” he raised his cosmopolitan up to his lips and took a small sip, “did you just say something about me?”
“Hah,” Donna laughed condescendingly, “sure he is, honey,” muttering as she sashayed around the kitchen table, “that’s funny… Otto, arrest me, his best friend of nearly 40 years, that’s–, oh!” her murmuring came to a screeching halt as she rounded the cake and your obscured figure came into her field of vision, “Y/n! There you are, you naughty, naughty girl! I heard a scrumptious little rumour that you were swapping saliva with a certain lumberjack in the Lilac Inn’s very own lobby just a few days ago… so, tell me, is he as great as I’d imagine?”
Exhaling lowly, you didn’t have the energy to humour her, “I thought you said you’d help with the decorations.” 
“Oh, I persuaded a few of the groomsmen to finish up the final touches for me.”
“You–, okay, alright, sure…” you begrudgingly took the last drink of your coffee and set it down on the table, “I give up.”
Turning to the small-town sheriff and causing her party dress to swoosh in the process, Donna smirked, “hey, did you see the groom’s uncle? The bald one? I heard he’s recently divorced… you wanna go hunt him down?”
With the hand not clutching his pink drink, Otto linked arms with Donna and said, “sure, why not,” before the eccentric duo disappeared out the side door that led into the garden.
With now only yourself and your father remaining in the kitchen, you puffed out a long exhale before pulling yourself up to your feet, the soles aching slightly from how much you’d been running around. 
“You alright, pumpkin?” Harvey lifted his gaze from his crouched position next to the tall dessert, bending over so close that his moustache nearly touched it as he kept a close eye on the whimsical patterns he slowly decorated on the white wedding cake. 
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you sighed, patting his shoulder gently as you passed, “just wish I had time for a longer break… wish me luck.”
“Good luck!” he called after you before you pushed the doors to the dining room open. 
The wall of noise hit you at once as you exited the kitchen, like running straight into a brick building. It was like a storm of music and loud conversations all throughout the packed inn. Willing your fists to unclench, you tried to prolong the purposely deep breaths you’d focused on just minutes before. 
Casting your glance out the tall windows, you spotted a few men, half in their suits, the jackets thrown off and the cuffs rolled up, stringing up twinkle lights from one tree to another. Swiftly, your gaze travelled further down and zeroed in on the set tables before you, across the neatly folded napkins and the various names on the place cards, one of the centrepieces especially caught your tense eye. Because of the immense stress you were already enduring, the slight askew nature of the vase, of both white and pastel purple lilacs you’d cut just this morning, made you feel as if drawing in a proper breath was the most difficult thing in the world.
Rushing to adjust it, even if it was just an inch, it still managed to bring a minuscule bubble of peace to your mind, sadly one that swiftly burst when two kids stormed through the room, one of them waving a sear piece of white cloth of his head. Promptly discerning what precisely it was they were playing with, you caught them right before they managed to rush back out of there. 
“Wow!” you held them by the shoulders and kneeled down to be at their level, “hey, you two,” you tried your hardest to lighten your tone, “you mind giving that veil to me?” 
“No, it’s mine!” the small boy clutched it to his chest. 
“Okay, uhm,” you sighed, trying not to lose your patience in front of these children, come off as some scary fairy-tale witch and make them cry, “how about you give me this so that I can return it to Emma and then I tell you where the secret, magic swing is?” 
“A magic swing?” the slightly taller girl’s eyes grew wide, “where?”
“It’s gonna cost you if you wanna know,” you held out your hand.
“Hmm,” the young boy squinted his eyes a moment before he cracked, “fine,” and gave you the veil, “where is it?”
“Behind the gazebo and in the direction of the pond,” you straightened back up and folded the accessories gently, “right there’s a huge tree with a swing on it.”
As they scurried off as fast as their little feet could take them, you turned and marched out into the lobby with your eye set on the grand staircase, but before your hand even reached the bannister, a frazzled man stopped you. 
“Hey, miss?” however just as he called for you, the sound of your ringtone buzzed in your pocket, “miss?” 
Fishing out your phone and not looking at the ID, you picked it up and briefly spoke into it, “hold on,” before twisting it away from your lips and turning to the mousy-looking man, “yes?”
Holding up a crisp white shirt, he pointed to one of the cuffs, “one of my buttons fell off and I–“
“Okay, hang on one second, I’ll find you a sewing kit. I just need to return this to the bride first,” you held up the veil.
“Alright, thanks,” he nodded and backed off into the sitting room to the side.
Beginning your ascend of the stairs, you turned your haphazard attention back to the phone, “hello?”
“Y/n?” Frank’s deep timbre flowed from the phone and seeped into your very core, “is this a bad time?”
Passing a few rowdy bridesmaids on the steps, they nearly bumped into you and caused you not to comprehend a single one of the words Frank had just said, “what?”
“I asked if this is a bad time,” he repeated as you reached the top of the steps, but as you did, the shrill wail of a baby, cradled in its mother’s arms, pierced your very soul. 
“I–, uhm, what?” you whipped your head around and spotted the hall closet off to the side, “I’m sorry, just one second,” and rushed to duck into it. The thin wall didn’t manage to drown out all of the noise, but it did get quiet enough for you to finally hear yourself think again. Switching on the dull lightbulb, “fuck…” you let yourself slide down the length of the door till you sat on the floor, “there,” you exhaled slowly, “hi, now I can hear you. What’s up?”
“Are you alright over there?”
“Yeah, sorry, it’s just a bit chaotic right now,” resting the veil in your lap, you stretched out your legs, “the last of the guests just arrived and I haven’t even had time to go up and change yet. I’m still in fucking jeans.” 
“Sweetheart, it’s you,” his smile shined clear through in his low voice, “you could easily pull off wearing jeans to a wedding if you’d like.”
Feeling the corners of your lips gently tug upwards at his words, you breathed out, “so, did you just call to talk about the fact that I’m still in jeans and not the jaw-dropping green dress I got, or was there something else you wanted?”
“I just called to check in, see how you were holding up, but also to make sure you’re still up for tonight.”
Letting your spine rest back against the door, you shared, “honestly, the thought of going over to yours as soon as this is all over and they don’t need me anymore is the only thing getting me through the day without having a fucking meltdown…”
Letting a low sigh flow from his lips, you heard him ask, “you sure you don’t need me to get over there?”
“You’re sweet, but no, it’s alright,” you smiled, your fingers gently fiddling with the veil, “actually, it’s probably good that you’re not here. With the way Donna’s already enjoying herself with the champagne, you might end up as her next husband before the couple says I do.”
“Oh,” he swiftly mirrored the laugh that bubbled out of you, “well in that case.”
After the chuckling had died back down, you tried your best to sink into the quiet completely and enjoy the fleeting pause his phone call had granted you. 
After the moment of comfortable silence had come to a close, Frank’s voice flowed from the phone once more, “So, tell me,” the playful nature in his tone was still blatantly clear for you to pick up on, “just how jaw-dropping is that dress of yours?”
“Well,” you bit down on our grin, “I won’t be able to wear a bra with the kind of neckline that it has… and with the way that it falls on me, I might not be able to wear underwear as well,” that wasn’t true in the slightest, but he didn’t have to know if you’d slipped them off before you even put the dress on or mere moments before stepping out of the car to see him. The thought of him imagining you without them the entire night was far too enthralling not to entertain, “would be such a shame if the dress got ruined by distracting lines, wouldn’t it?”
As you heard him puff out a gravelly breath, “fuck me…sweetheart, you’re killing me here…” you simply giggled in return, “uhm, when was it again that you’ll be done?”
“Not completely sure, some time after dinner properly. I’ll send you a text when I head out.”
 “Alright.”
“You want me to try and steal some cake with me? We might need a snack a little later…”
“Oh, yeah?” he chuckled, “you planning on working up an appetite, are you?”
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FUN N’ GAMES — ft. fushiguro megumi
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♱ sweaty mirror sex at a party with megumi.
CW : minors dni!! aged up! megumi, fem reader, dom gumi, mirror sex, doggystyle, usage of profanity, usage of pet names, slight choking kink, rough sex.
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megumi didn't go to parties on a regular basis. he thought it was a waste of time, but since you insisted, he didn't have the heart to say no.
purple light radiated throughout the house, with various college students sipping from red cups full of what appeared to be the opposite of punch. a mellow r&b track hummed in the background as you and megumi tongued each other down in the dim hallway corner, oblivious to the commotion around you.
“baby, baby— we gotta’ wait. we’ll finish when we get home, okay?”
you kissed him again before reaching for his cargo pants, "c'mon gumi, i need it." you moan, your fingers unfastening the button. "it seems that you need it too, hm?"
“hey, we’re in public.”
“so?” you say, a smirk slowly twisting your features as you pull him by the waistband toward the bathroom. he let out a shaky sigh, giving in to whatever game you were trying to play.
it didn’t take much for him to loosen up, his fingers tickling your hips as he lifts your dress up just above your lower back. he kissed at your neck and shoulders as he grazed his hands all over your thighs and stomach.
“fuck, gumi.” your breathless moans were quickly covered by the palm of his hand, your head against his shoulder while he quickly reached to play with your wet folds.
“hush. be quiet or we go home and you get nothing.” the harsh tone of voice he used caused you to nod your head, although a bit taken aback by it. you couldn’t exactly blame him though. you’d been teasing since the moment you two stepped foot inside the gathering. with your bodycon dress hugging your curves and the small glances you sent him every once in a while— he knew it’d come down to this.
“baby, please do something— i’ll be quiet i promise.” megumi shakes his head, pulling his fingers away from your slit and gesturing them toward the counter.
“sit up here and face me with your legs spread.”
doing exactly that, you showcase your pretty pussy. your clit stuck out, begging for attention as you awaited for your boyfriend’s touch. megumi only sat there. he watched as your lips frowned into that cute little pout you always did.
“play with it for me.”
“gumi—“
“alright then, let’s go.”
you immediately shake your head, reaching your hand down to toy at your needy cunt. your fingers parted your folds so you could get a better feel. you were now touching your once neglected clit, your middle and index fingers working as one to rub against that perfect spot.
“oh fuck,” you sigh, the feeling of your cold fingers against your sensitive bud— making you flinch a bit.
“you’re so fuckin’ greedy, y’know that?”
you ignore his words, still rubbing yourself as he gets closer and closer toward you. megumi takes the rings off of his slender fingers and places them onto the marble counter. just as you go to remove your fingers, megumi wraps a hand around your wrist, “i didn’t tell you to stop.” he says, taking his finger and slowly entering it into your cunt. he began to move his finger around inside of you— poking at your g-spot.
you were working your clit all the while megumi was fingering you. the two of you worked in a team effort, bringing you to the ultimate climax as the feeling took over you. just as you were about to cum, megumi took his free hand and placed it on your jaw— forcing you to make eye contact.
“don’t look away, look at me. i wanna’ see your face while you cum all over my hand. can you do that for me?”
you nod, biting on your bottom lip so hard you could draw blood from it. with furrowed brows, you finally came. megumi’s pace picked up and that was when it happened. spurts of your juices poured from your cunt, wetting both megumi and some of your lower stomach.
“good fuckin’ girl. wanna’ give me another? wanna’ cum on my dick too?”
eager, you nod. “fuck me, megumi.”
“turn around, lemme’ see.” as you scurried to find your position, megumi unbuttoned his pants. woe and behold his hard cock tapped against one of your cheeks, megumi holding it in his hand as he lays a small slap on your thigh. “c’mon, open up.”
right about now, there was nothing but frustration bubbling inside him. his dick leaked of precum and lust— just ready to glide inside your walls and fill you full.
“hurry gumi—“
“oh now you’re in a hurry? afraid someone might walk in on you bein’ a slut huh?” he teases and you whine, scooting your ass back into his pelvis in hopes to feel just anything. he rubs the head of his cock against your slick before pushing into you slowly. you could feel him stretching you although he wasn’t even all the way in. megumi wasn’t the hugest— but he had width on him, not failing to leave you sore and aching right after.
“shit, baby— so warm. squeezin’ me so tight.”
he grunts, looking all around you. he gazed between the two of you, his eyes focusing on the stretch marks and other beauty marks that adorned your body. so lovely and so his.
“you feel s’good, gumi. do i feel good too?”
he laughs, taking one of your legs and lifting it onto the counter while the other stays put. “y’know this pussy’s good, stop playin’ around.”
he could reach so much farther from here. it appeared as though your walls had opened up more than you thought they could. you were grateful for the genre change since, had the previous music continued to play, you and your boyfriend would not have been able to make it this far.
“r-right there, megumi—fuck! dick feels s’good, baby.” your moans came out louder than anticipated, megumi’s hand having to, yet again, shield your whines and whimpers. by now your dress had risen above your tits, the two hanging and swaying with every motion.
“look at you,” megumi mumbles into your ear as he holds on to your neck, your eyes being guided to the reflection in the mirror before you, “takin’ dick like a slut in heat. you’re so fuckin’ nasty.”
“g-gumi, please.”
“i said look. look at how you take me— so full of me you can’t even talk.”
his taunting only made you clench around him tighter. your pussy was practically giving him a bear hug as he rammed into you over and over again. you could only sit there and take it, letting him fuck you however he wanted.
“aw, would you look at that. you’re gettin’ tighter. you must want me to cum, huh? i should fill you up and make you walk outta’ here with my cum drippin’ down your leg.”
you could see his eyes become sharper— just like his thrusts— as he stared at you through the reflection. you were beginning to go dumb. barely able to speak as you felt your orgasm approaching at a rather quick rate.
you began to fuck him back, throwing your ass back against him in an attempt to help reach that perfect spot faster.
“there you go, c’mon,” megumi encouraged, wrapping both hands around your neck— pulling you back enough to be able to hold your gaze.
“gumi— i’m- im gonna’ cum, baby,” you grunt and your eyes slam shut, the pit of your stomach fluttering as you hold on to his arm with your hand. you scratched and clawed at the flesh but he didn’t mind it— in fact, that’s about all it took for him to cum too.
“cum’ for me, babygirl. i’m cummin’ too—“
he presses his lips against your forehead as both of you go numb. nothing but breathy moans and whimpers escaping you both as you feel megumi painting your pussy white.
as the two of you continue to catch your breath, megumi slides out of you gently. your pussy makes a small suckle sound causing the both of you to share a small laugh. your now sweaty, worn out bodies share a brief hug and kiss before putting your clothing back on.
he helps you fix your dress and hair, trying his best to get it back to the way you had it done before your little mishap.
“are you guys okay in there?” you hear a familiar voice coming from outside of the door. almost as familiar as—
“yuji, we’re good. mind your business.” megumi laughs and you stay silent. a bit embarrassed at the thought of your loud whines being heard from earlier.
“oh— okay. i heard screaming, but i think i’m just really drunk.”
you hear the boy’s footsteps stumble away and your heart returns to it’s usual beat. megumi laughs and kisses you one last time, “let’s go home, pretty.”
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