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tteokdoroki · 7 months

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ೀ⋆OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS ━━ yoichi isagi + overstimulation !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. yoichi isagi + overstimulation. if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way! (5.6K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, street-racer!au, exes to lovers, toxic relationships, overstimulation, scratching, fingering, sweat kink, pain kink, food play (candy), dry humping, multiple/forced orgasms, oral sex (f!recieving), public sex, possesive sex, unprotected sex, street racer + fem!reader, ex boyfriend + street racer!yoichi isagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. slay! the third kinktober installment is here! i hope you guys like this one, isagi makes me so dizzy...i think he has the bes dirty talk!! enjoy mwah mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

there’s something about street racing that just…gets you off.

you’ve always enjoyed its thrill, the way having control over the wheel makes you feel when you push yourself to top speeds. adrenaline becomes your new dopamine. like a drug injected straight into your veins — driving makes you feel high. more alive than anything.

the glamourous pink S2K that you drive is your lover, the unpredictable twists and turns of the race course — your best friend. you adore beating men at their own game and looking absolutely fucking stunning at the same time. though, what you love the most, is the thrill of chasing after yoichi isagi.

next to you — your on and off boyfriend, isagi, is probably the best street racer in town. an unpolished gem of untapped potential and a beast of a driver. though with a man like that, competitiveness between you both comes easy — like a third party in your own relationship. its been that way since you met, the two of you falling into the toxic cycle of, racing, winning fucking and breaking up.

and as bad as it sounds, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you lose tonight, precious,” isagi wipes the grease from his knuckles with a rag as he approaches your car, cocking his head to the side with a smile so twisted it sends a pang of heat from your head to your core. together or not, he’s always had this effect on you — like a fog sweeping over your mind or the oceans waves pulling you under. “and we get back together.”

“boy, don’t you know i have a race to win?” leaning over the hood of your car, it’s your turn to tilt your head to the side — like a puppy dog, mocking him. your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you peer up at him, the pink of your tongue wrapping around finding a centre point for the bubblegum you’re blowing. it pops on its own. all the while, a flirtatious confidence seeps from your bones into the night air, luring isagi into your usual game of cat and mouse right before you’re due to race. “i don’t need any distractions, ‘ichi.”

you can’t help but revel in the way that he shudders upon hearing your name drip from his lips, like the finest and purest form of honey. out of all the girls he’s ever known, you’re the only one who gets him riled up like this without even trying — activating his raw instincts, that carnal desire he always has for you that he keeps locked away whenever you’re not together.

“baby,” crouching down to your height, isagi smirks as your predatory gaze follows his actions like a vixen in the night. “you know i’d never mess up a race of yours on purpose.” one of his elbows comes up to rest on your hood, the glittery vinyl stickers reflecting against the deep ocean blue in his eyes. your ex lets the weight of his head rest in his palm, a faux pout on his lips as he speaks to you. “how about it, wanna make a bet?”

you inch closer, close enough for isagi to catch a the whiff of strawberry candy in your breath over the thick sexual tension brewing between you both. “wha’do i get if i win?” you hum slyly, blowing another bubble into the face of your ex lover.

yoichi mirrors your movements, sliding closer to you so that he lick through your bubblegum, landing a breath’s width away from your sugar-coated and syrupy lips. “you win, ‘n i promise to leave you alone forever.” he rasps, pushing past the lustful tone lodged in his throat.

standing to your full height, you ruffle his midnight locks with a condescending air about it. “oh baby, you’re so silly.” the superlicious murder slips from between your perfectly glossed lips before you even think to stop it, accompanied by your light laughter. testing your man’s patience has always been your strong suit.

but before you have a chance to walk away, isagi hooks his fingers through your belt loops and tugs you flush against his tone frame — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “what, you don’t like those terms?” he huffs. “i thought they were perfectly reasonable.

“it’s just that… it’s cute that you think winning me back works that way.” shaking your head, you fail to let isagi have the last word and finally manage to pull yourself from the tendrils of his grip before you become putty in his arms and a mess under his gaze — that twisted mix of annoyance and desire already turning within your stomach, oozing into your nether regions in the form of liquid lust.

“fuck me,” a breathless and playful chuckle resounds in isagi’s throat like a tune base boosted on the stereo, only interrupted by a slick statement that serves to frustrate you even more. “so you’re sayin’ you don’t miss playin’ with my joystick?” he calls out to you while you’re still in eyeshot of his cerulean orbs — the ones that track the sway of your hips as you walk away from him. isagi wants nothing more than to dig his fingertips into the fat at your waist, pull your hips over his hardening cock as blood pulses through it and make you eat those words.

but he also knows, and from experience, the more pissed off you are — the better you’ll race and the more you’ll want to fuck him later on.

“i’ll start missing it when you get the right set of tools.” you sing back, sending a wink his way as you hope into the driver's seat of your precious pink baby, shooing off the girls who’d helped you prep your S2K for the race. he watches as you wave to your competitors, buttering them up with your charm before you leave them in the dust.

and even though he has no right to be jealous — especially when you’re broken up like this, isagi can’t help but want admit to you how seeing you race makes him feel. like now — how you drive right up rin itoshi’s ass and curse at him to ‘bend over’. everything has sex crazed hormones rushing to his cock and his head gets a little dizzy like he’s been inhaling car fumes and diesel for too long. you fuck him up like no girl ever has before — he’s completely obssesed with you, the ups and downs and fall out of your messy relationship.

he wants you. feverishly, carnally, and in every way possible and as you pull up in first place after the race — isagi realises, it’s not the race that makes him feel alive.

it’s always going to be you.

“you’re so fuckin’ frustrating.”

the cash prize isn’t the only good thing about winning your races, it’s the way isagi lives to devour you whole afterwards.

dark ocean eyes drink in the way your back arches from the hood of your car and it’s cool metal surface — chasing isagi in the heated and humid air, while his hips rock against your cunt almost in tune with the music in the background. the tune of your celebrations. “am i?” you grin, wild and delirious and breathless. “it’s not my fault. thought i told you to quit chasin’ me, yoichi.”

you giggle, earning a delicious twitch of his dick between your panty-clad folds, spreading a delicious layer of arousal over his clothes. your rival racerpretends to ignore your antics, knowing that he’ll only get riled up and instead focuses on tugging down your flimsy tank top to reveal your sweat shined skin.

“you could never get rid of me, baby.” you’ve never been immune to the charm of isagi’s hypnotic voice paired with his teasing rows of pearly white teeth that coast over your flesh until goosebumps rise over its expanse. your ex has a way about him, a way that makes it hard for you to shut him out and easier for you to hold your breath and deprive it of the oxygen you need to think clearly.

to think about escaping this toxicity.

sloppy kisses to taste the salt on your skin turn to little bite marks, barely there whilst leaving a warm shine to your throat — the temperature proving to be a lustful contrast to the cold metal of your car. he licks and sucks at you possessively, even when other racers pass by and in the back of your mind you briefly recall bachira hollering at the two of you loudly.

just as you reach out to him and wave back, yoichi grabs your wrists in one rough palm and pins them above your head — chuckling into the trail of wet smooches he drags down to your tits, followed by a wild whine that resonates deep in his chest when his cockhead catches on your rock hard clit from behind the many barriers of your clothes. you huff at your newfound restriction.

a slow, cocky smile spreads over the film of isagi’s lips as if he’s remembered something about your body, that only he knows, in your time apart. how it anticipates and tingles while waiting for his every move, craves to be ravaged and torn apart by him. “focus on me, baby. don’t miss what’s most important to you.” he drawls, gentle notes of condensation slipping into his usually chipper voice. “me.”

lifting his head from your chest expectantly, being a gentleman and waiting for your consent to kiss. another laugh escapes him when you writhe desperately in yoichi’s grip and wrap your legs around his taut waist to drag him closer for the lip lock you deserve. your prize for being such a winner. he follows your lead, selfishly trapping your lower lip between his teeth before toppling into a hungry kiss — his devious tongue delving it’s way into your mouth to claim it’s every inch possessively. the more you kiss, the more it knocks the lollipop on your mouth about.

all the while, isagi never stops grinding against you — cockhead oozing precum over your cotton decorated pussy lips and budding clit, painting you in the early signs of his arousal. the heat in the air only carries the scent of your sex and mingled notes of diesel fuel — enough to make you dizzy and crave more friction from the street racer as he ruts between your thighs. you’re growing delicious, letting ecstasy trickle through your veins and onto the hood of your car while yoichi drags his cock through your silken slit over and over again until his clothes and his erection are dripping in your sweet juices.

“didnt plan ever plan on… on g-gettin’ rid of ya, pretty boy.” you say through thready breaths, using the strength in your thighs to squeeze isagi close. maybe it’s the adrenaline from your racing high or the fact that isagi cages you in against the car, using his free hand to pinch and pull at sensitive parts of you while he humps at your fluttering and sopping mound — whatever it is, you can feel an orgasm approaching faster than you can register.

tucking your lollipop into your cheek, you gaze up at isagi with glassy, angel eyes — your mouth open as you pant his praises like a common whore. “did you miss me? i know he did.” then, your eyes shoot down to the rough outline of his dick as it makes you shudder, sex clenching over the veins on his shaft while you practically ride your ex’s precum loaded tip. your dirty talk earns a hearty moan from isagi, his tongue rolling out of his mouth like a dog in rut while he laps at the sweat bearing on your collar bones and neck. “missed my cock so much.” you goad adoringly, a little sick and a little twisted.

your possession over him fills isagi’s body with concerning amounts of desire and only serves to make him feral — snapping his hips into you faster and harder. his blue eyes drown in an ocean of mirth as they hone in on the light bounce of your chest, his tongue drips in the taste of your light perspiration while he finds his voice over your salacious bump and grind.

“missed you too baby. missed my fuckin’ pussy,” yoichi grunts selfishly, breathing heavy against your skin and adding to your chorus of shared high pitched moans the closer you get. with one hard thrust, isagi has your unused little hole drooling and your head flying back onto the car’s hood, banging against the metal. the pain only fuels the expanding fire of desire burning bright in your lower tummy — raising the temperature between your bodies. “she’s so sensitive, guess you haven’t fucked anyone while i’ve been gone.”

his voices oozes condensation, messes with your mind and drags you under the control of your toxic and selfishly possessive ex. it’s like he lives for the the way your thighs quiver around his waist and give all your neediness away, you can’t hide anything from him. he puts your pleasure under a microscope.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” isagi grins evilly, letting go of your hands as he watches you tremble and spasm and twitch beneath him. rendered useless against the very car that got you to win your race.

he’s not wrong, however, for the knot that had been tightening up in your lower tummy begins to unravel too fast for your own liking. an orgasm crashes down on you like a heavy storm that’s escaped isagi’s deep blue eyes and he bucks into you monstrously through it all — hardly giving you a second to breath. your release pours out of you in a clear stream, your eyes disappearing into your skull and your shaky fingers into the roots of your ex’s hair as you tug on it to ground yourself.

it gets everywhere, seeps through your ex boyfriend’s clothes, splashes against your S2K and gathers in a pool beneath your shaky ass. yoichi coaches you through it with soft, loving praises as if you’d never been broken up. kisses that make your knees knock and breath hitch. you cum so fast, so hard and so soon that your lollipop rolls out from between your swollen spit slicked lips, but isagi is quick to grasp the sugary treat dragging it over your them and down your body.

he follows it’s sticky trail over your clothes, sucking its flavour from the planes of your skin. the sound of tearing fabric flies under the bustling crowd and revving engines — isagi having ripped off your shorts to expose your temperate, glistening mound to the night air and gleam of car headlights.

“h-holy shit, ichi! wait—!”

your nails sharply rake at the racer’s scalp in surprise, shocked at the warm-ish sensation of your lollipop pressing against your budding clit as it throbs between the slickness of your folds. “awh, is it sensitive? good.” he tuts down at you menacingly, his voice lowers scratching at the patch of your brain that controls your lustful drive. with the sweet treat still in his grasp, isagi rubs tight circles into your pleasure centre and grind to himself when your thighs instinctively jump apart to give him a better view of the even sweeter dessert between your thighs.

he knows you. inside and out.

knows what you even with how on-off your relationship is — as if he’s always been genetically programmed to make you feel good, get you that same high racing gives you. yoichi crouches, no longer standing over you so that he can get a whiff of your scent — the musk of your sex more dizzying than the fumes of gasoline throughout the track. “wanna taste you gorgeous, while you’re still cummin’ for me.” he groans, deep and hungry like he’s been waiting to eat a good fucking meal all day. “that okay?”

“please…fuckin’ hurry.” comes your impatient reply, bucking your hips up into the humid air as you chase the friction of the candy against your clit. you feel as though you’re seated right on the edge of another orgasm, inches away from crumbling off of the cliff of euphoria. “you’re so slow,” you heave again, head lolling to the side with your drool oozing onto the hood of your pretty pink car. “see you never learned how to use your…oh—! tools!”

your voice escapes you, shock intertwining with the electrical spark of desire running down the length of your spine to the heartbeat in your pussy. you’re surprised once more when isagi gently nudged the lollipop past your entrance to tease you — ripping it away when you gush like you’re about to cum.

sitting up and resting on your elbows, you glare down into mischievous blue eyes as he pops the candy into his mouth. “mother fucker.”

“alright, watch it.” the corner of isagi’s lips quirk up into a cocky smirk, enjoying how you writhe against cool metal in contrast to how hot your skin is to the touch. like a furnace, burning from the inside out.

“you said you wanted to taste me!” you whine, auffovating in the humidity and anticipation. you want him to touch you, but the ghost of kisses he presses along your inner thighs just aren’t enough.

“i didn’t say i was gonna eat you out though, pretty girl.” isagi whispers, pushing the lollipop into his cheek so he can focus on sucking an array of marks into the swell of your to leave his claim on you. the pointed edge of his teeth sink into the doughy flesh, imprinting a ring of bite marks in place as well. “dunno, don’t think you deserve it.”

he simply rolls his eyes in response, grunting as he spreads you even further — revealing the webs of cloudy slick that tie your shaky limbs together. yoichi drags a finger through your puffy pussy lips, it’s tip dragging on the silken strings of your arousal until he’s able to circle it over your clenching entrance.

you let out a defiant whimper, hips rising from your car while a trail of your sweet juices ruin the paint job on your car. “hate you.” comes your weak whisper, trapped in the lodges of your throat while isagi pressed further into your tight little hole and stretches you open.

“yeah whatever.” he grins lazily, warm breath fanning over your pulsating mound while his nose nudges your sensitive clit. “that’s why you keep coming back to me, precious.”

the sensation makes your hips buck up, chasing the delicious friction of your ex’s fingertips against your soaked ribbed walls as they ripple around him. but isagi lives to punish you, make you work for your pleasure or torture you with it for leaving him the dust each and every time. his free hand splays over your navel, pinning you to your own car as a second finger joins the first inside of you — instantly curling to bare down on your spongy g-spot.

the cry that escapes you is raw and powerful, louder than any engine in any model of car — serving to remind isagi of where you are, how on display you are for the hungry eyes of his competitors. he takes this as a chance to remind everyone of who you belong to. no matter how much of a hot shot racer you are, you’ll always belong right underneath yoichi isagi.

he does nothing to soothe your whimpers and cries, thrusting his fingers deep into your squelching pussy as it echoes into the parking lot in a sweet symphony with your moans. you drool into the seat his palm, thrash on the hood of your car and squeeze down on him with a grip so tight isagi fears that you’ll never let him go.

“you’re so tense, baby. relax for me,” the man mumbles darkly against your sex. “what’ll make you feel good? should i play with this cute little clit too?” pressing a loving and syrupy kiss to the pleasure nub, isagi moans at your arousal as it pearls on his eager lips. “oh i knew you’d like that. my girl always likes it when her man plays with this messy pussy.” spitting onto your cunt, a sick laugh rumbles in yoichi’s throat as he fucks the frothy mixture back into you, drinking in the way you whine and writhe about the place. all for him. “c’mon, louder baby. let the people hear how pretty you are. how good i’m making you feel.”

saliva coats your tongue, making difficult to breathe between the languid push and pull of isagi’s fingers as they stroke at your insides. he has you ruined, for any other man— sticky and sloppy between the thighs. the both of you know that only he can get you like this.

and the sick part about it all, is that you’re fucking enjoying it.

the thrill of being watched by your fellow racers makes you act up, has you crying and moaning a little louder than usual — putting on a show for your ex as you fall back into your toxic routine. those sweet salacious sounds spike higher and higher the closer you get, the more isagi sucks on your clit and scissors his fingers around to press up against sensitive spots along your gummy walls.

“that’s it pretty girl, give it to me. louder. good girl, good job.” he coos into you oh so condescending, face coated with a crude mix of spit and slick that glistens under the artificial light from the street lamps above. a blistering sense of pride lodges itself in yoichi’s chest when you scream his name, tugging on the roots of his hair once more. “you can do better than that, louder.”

“ohmygod—! yoichi!” you yelp sheepishly, throwing an arm over your heated face. though it’s not in shame, you can hardly bring yourself to feel embarrassed about gushing on your ex’s face in front of your fellow racers and racing crew. the pleasure he gives you has you too far gone, like a smoke screen over your hazy mind. “g-god i’m… y-yoichi i’m close!”

“yeah?” he laughs breathily, flicking his tongue over your budding clit, pulling the lollipop from the confines of his greedy mouth to slap it against your quivering pussy as well. “you gonna cum?” it’s far too soon, far too much for you to be reaching another orgasm. but there’s been a steady pressure bubbling up just below your navel, tightening and tightening until it threatens to snap.

you shake your head pathetically, the metal of your car creaking below your hips as you try to run from isagi’s fingers wildly pumping in and out of you. “c-can’t!”

“can’t? you don’t wanna, hm.” he sucks his teeth, the sound layering softly over the lewd slushy noises echoing from between your thighs. “too bad. i don’t care. cum for me, precious.”

its like your body has a mind of its own, wilfully ignoring the pain of overstimulation as you cum for isagi once more. milky white runs down your ex’s arms in a boiling hot stream, squirting from your abused and used sex. white spots blur the edges of your vision and you shake violently all throughout your second high, the stacks of ecstasy isagi had been building up within you coming crumbling down and leaving you suffocating in your own dust-cloud of lust.

the rest of your arousal burns a trail down your pudgy thighs like fuel that’s been set on fire, and you can’t even tell what’s up or down anymore. “c-cumming! ‘m…fuck, yoichi.” you scream, chest heaving, head rolling to the side— pressed against your car’s cool surface. “please, i can’t.”

“already? you were talking so big before your race now look at you. s’all too much… poor baby.” isagi works you through your orgasm, controlling your every twitch and every aftershock until you damn near pass out.

you’re almost too far gone to register the sound of rustling clothes and the feeling of your rival (and ex) pressing himself over you. but then he’s patting your cheek lovingly, drinking in your sweet and tired expression with big blue eyes full of adoration before slipping his lollipop into your drooling mouth to pacify you.

“‘ichi…” you bleat, exhausted.

“yeah, yeah. i know, precious. but i think we can manage one more, yeah?” he asks you softly, a little more tender than before as he kisses your forehead, licking up a bead of sweat that runs down it. no matter how many times you break up, he’ll always be good to you. always check in with you. make you cum as many times as you can manage while still making you see stars. “need to show all those fuckin’ losers who you belong to. need to make you mine again.”

weakly lifting your head, you notice the slight audience of racers you’ve gathered while letting isagi fuck you publicly. all the men you’ve beaten in races over time, staring at the way your man ravages you like the sight is a cool glass of water. it would be a lie to say that the feeling of being watched didn’t send another spark of lust shooting down your spine.

“one more?” you question him and pout around the lollipop that tastes like you, big bambi eyes blinking up at your ex boyfriend.

“one more.” yoichi confirms, pressing his forehead to yours in order to coax a kiss out of you. “don’t worry, you can take it.” there’s reassurance hidden in his lustful tone as he lines his drippy cock up with your ruined entrance (having pulled it out earlier). he pulses to life against you, the blood rushing through his shaft teeming with desire for you. isagi lets you sit up on your elbows so that you can watch him bully his cock past your fluttering entrance.

isagi’s eyes gloss over with debauchery while you swallow him down, brows creasing in the centre of his forehead when he bottoms out inside of you — both of your mouths hanging open in hot moans. only adding to the humid air. blindly, he fumbled for your pretty throat, squeezing it gently with each clench of your slippery walls around his aching shaft.

“you won’t break, baby.” he tells you, drawing his hips back from the snugness of your cunt to set a slow roll to his thrusts. the feeling makes you cry out, hoarse and needy before being soothed by isagi’s leaking tip pushing along every pleasure spot he knows by heart inside of you. “try a little harder for me.”

his words leave you breathless and dumbfounded, every logical thought and smart-ass retort having escaped you while isagi’s milky, bulbous tip churns up your insides. your sexes slot together perfectly, his girthy dick wrapped in gorgeous blue and green veins keeps you nice and full and reaches the spots you couldn’t dare to reach on your own. isagi hands over you, supporting his weight on one hand, with his lips a breath’s width away from your own.

the both of you are love drunk on the sex-crazed hormones buzzing in the hot air between you — particles of lust smashing together the more your bodies start to sync up and move together. yoichi devours you, takes parts of your body and claims them with his teeth and tongue and hand gently squeezing around your throat. he fucks you with vigour, so hard that your car shakes beneath your ministrations and you nearly lose the candy in your mouth once more.

you return the favour, clawing up and down isagi’s back while his dark hair tickles your forehead, cascades down to your neck as he kisses you wetly and laps over the salt on your skin. everything about you never fails to pull him back into your toxic cycle. where he loves you, fucks you and breaks you. a satisfied groan takes root in his chest like a sturdy tree at the taste of you, his hips still pumping into you at a rapid pace, painting you with thick layers of opaque white that cling to your swollen pussy lips and clit.

“you’re mine, f-forever. not gonna let… mhm.. anyone else touch you.” he slurs menacingly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, finally letting go of your throat so he can push your knees into your chest — forcing his heavy cock into your cunt as deep as it can go. “never gonna let you go again, precious. never gonna let you go without my cock this king again. you’re fuckin’ mine.”

“all fuckin’ yours,” you drawl back with a delirious smile, dizzy from the new angle. your pleasure mounts once more but with the addition of a spark of pain from the overstimulation. yoichi knows your limits, he knows how much his precious girl can take but delivers it in the best of ways — sinfully bucking down into you so hard that his heavy breeders balls smack rhythmically against the curve of your ass. he succumbs to the tight grip your iron hot core has on him, begging him to stay and to never leave you ever again.

you have one another in a choke hold, falling into a synced up and salacious bump and grind against the hood of your car. every time isagi ruts into you, you clench down, gushing on his dick and covering him (and your car) in an early release.

“that’s right baby,” isagi seethes through gritted teeth, blinded by white and the stars from up above as he gets closer and closer to his high. he can no longer stave it off for the benefit of overstimulating you, strung along by each twinge of pain he feels from your nails forming crescent moons in his shoulders and drawing blood. “say it like you mean it. scream my fuckin’ name for all these people, yeah? you want me. the only man who’ll ever make you feel this good.”

you will yourself to speak but barely have the chance to with the way isagi fucks you sensless. you choke on air, following your biological instinct to rut up into him, whilst you’re reminded all the reasons why your rival racerwill always be the only man for you. he fucks you like he’s never loved you, like a stranger he may hate but he moans and mewls against you like you’re the only person he’s ever loved.

isagi doesn’t care about the racing, or the money or the people watching him ruin your sluice sex over and over again.

he only cares about you.

“c’mon baby,” he goads, licking up your cheeky nastily. “you can do it, tell me how much you want me. how much you love me, precious.” each syllable that he purrs out shoots straight to the winding, orgasmic knots in your belly. making them tighten painfully. “god, you’re fuckin’ milking me.”

so you wrap both arms around isagi’s neck, yank at his hair, rip through the skin on his back with your nails (because you know how much he likes it when you hurt him) and say. “i need you, ‘ichi. y-you’re the only one i’ve ever wanted!”

and that’s all it takes, to give isagi that last burst of energy to make the both of you really feel it. after one, two, three more thrusts — you’re both sent flying over the edge in unison. “m-‘my precious baby, fuuck, all mine. gonna cum…you better cum for me.”thick waves of viscous white cum floods your puffy folds, whilst yoichi bites down hard on your neck to state his high pitched whines, fucking his seed deeper into you until he calms down.

you’re in no better condition, squirting so hard that you almost lose your grip on reality. a world of colours flash behind your darling eyes when you cum for the third and final time that night, static ringing in your ears alongside the sweet symphony of your ex boyfriend’s moans and the groaning metal from your car.

you’re sure the paint has been completely tainted with cum by now.

by the time you finally come to and stop spasming around isagi’s softening cock, he’s peeling your sweaty skin away from your car to coddle you in his chest — shielding you from the hungry eyes of your competitors. “keep your eyes to your fuckin’ selves.” he snarls with teeth bared, despite how gently he holds you.

“easy there tiger,” you sigh, snuggling against him as exhaustion settles into your fucked out bones. “i think they know who i belong to now.” grabbing at his neck, you pull isagi down for a sloppy kiss — mewling happily at the taste of sweat, sex and sugar on his tongue before passing him the lollipop once more. “guess the money wasn’t the only thing i won tonight.”

“you’re kinda sick, you know that?” he laughs in response, but before he can kiss you again — the racing crowd starts to scramble at the sound of police sirens.

still curled into your (ex? oh what the hell) boyfriend, you crack a tired smile. “looks like we gotta split, boy.”

“you comin’ back with me this time, precious?” a smooch is pressed into your hairline while isagi gathers you into his arms fast — bundling you into the passenger's seat since you’re clearly in no state to play get away driver. he doesn’t bother with your clothes.

“you know that you can’t get rid of me, baby.” you got the keys into the ignition in time for isagi to slip into the driver’s side — steering you away from the scene of the crime. “i’m yours forever, remember?”

he only chuckles at that, wild blue eyes reflecting the blue and red cop car lights as he looks to you while speeding away.

“god you drive me crazy, i love you. you fuckin’ maniac.”

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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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gaabii i was abt to go to sleep but then i saw your panther!jay thought and nooo PURRING JAY SO CUTE ☹️☹️ why would i ever wanna go to bed now when i cant use him as my pillow 💔💔 AND ALso abt the eyeshadow palette 👀 i heard shimmers?? im SUCH a sucker for anything glittery and shiny ksks sooo if you dont mind giving some recommendations i would be vv thankful for them!!

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pairings: park jongseong x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + biting

💌: hi my love i hope u sleep well 🥺 sweet dreams <3 n hmm id def recommend the fenty beauty highlighter in the shade “how many carats?!” its soso gorgeous n very glittery ! i also like colourpop’s “jelly much” eyeshadows! those r more of a gel with a creamy consistency but the relectiveness ? idk what to call it ?? like the color shift idk is so gorgeous! theyre way cheaper as well, only 9 usd !! ive also recently tried my friend’s rem beauty liquid shadow in the shade “fembot” and her half magic beauty glitterpill in the shade “microcosm” theyre all very gorgeous i adore them also this lil thought is just for u cutie pie !!!!! i hope u enjoy ps doesnt matter WHAT u look like panther! jay is just that guy, he’s a big boy

panther! jay likes to crush you into the mattress, his body weight keeping you pinned under him as his tongue laves over your neck. it’s not inherently sexual, just something he does when he’s feelin’ cuddly n needs to feel you, the need to protect his mate too strong for him to ignore.

although it starts off sweet and innocent, panther! jay gets a little rougher when you begin to whimper and squirm, his sharp teeth grazing your skin.

“stop fuckin’ moving.” he all but growls, ears flicking in annoyance while his tail swishes behind him, irritation prickling under his skin because his foggy brain has convinced him that you’re trying to get away from him n he won’t stand for it. his teeth sink deep into your soft skin, his thick saliva leaking down the expanse of your throat.

the bite makes you go limp, moaning when he shifts behind you causing another jolt of pain to shoot through you, but he’s too cute to push away, purrs causing his chest to rumble as his heavy tail wraps around you, pulling you closer to him if that were even possible.

#sweet catboy :( love him #♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #♡.sweetheart: 🫧#enhypen #park jongseong #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #park jongseong x reader #park jongseong smut #💌.hybrids #💌.biting

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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It probably doesn't count as kink but I would love to read about it (it's okay if you skip it)

Eddie who loves just playing with reader tits. Not in a sexual way, just because he's boring, they're soft and squishy

So they're both watching tv or doing homework and Eddie's hand going under reader's shirt and squishes boob. He boy is not even aware of it

Okay, because this is 💯 accurate, and because I need to get my creativity flowing/need something soft, I wanna talk about this too! 😉

Warnings: Boob talk & overall fluff.

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Eddie has always worshipped pretty much every single part of your body. If he enjoyed actually doing his home work, you’d get a fully written thesis about each specific thing that he loved. Be that as it may, the energetic man has a favoritism, however, for two pieces of you that… well— in his own words… jiggle. That’s right, your galactic, bitchin’, otherworldly, better than when he hits that hard chord right, steadier than a deep campaign late into a Friday night, topping anything Ozzie ever did on stage — tits.

They have their own names, he says. Pretty much a list and whatever he comes up with at the most random of times. On days he’s particularly distracted with them during a time when you’re visiting a campaign meeting or a band practice, he’s inking two googly looking circles with diamond shaped eyes, jotting down in his chicken scratch — the newest name additions. He prefers Dolly and Elvira, but on his more active days he goes for references that you don’t even try to make sense of.

Because what do your boobs have to do with rolling a perfect score? What even is a perfect score? You’re fond of Eddie’s antics though, but he doesn’t need to always be privy to this information. So what if you purposely forget your bra during movie nights at his place or study nights at yours? And did Eddie really give two flying fucks if you accidentally stretched one of his shirts out with the soft swell of your chest?

You aren’t the only one with devious little antics. On days when his trailer is sweltering in heat and there’s usually a window air or a fan to satiate the sticky perspiration, Eddie might forget to turn them on. Hell, maybe they don’t even work. It’s a shame you shimmy down to your panties, with nothing more. An absolute tit-tragedy.

On this particular day, you’ve both been under the stresses of school and work. With the last semester’s workload counting more than ever for Eddie, you’ve doubled down to help him wherever, whenever you can. And he has been as equally amazing in volunteering at your job, hanging around and helping you put away stock, making grabby hands that caused your worries to melt into puddles of glittery goo. He’s invited you over for pizza and hot fudge sundaes (on him), to which you’d eagerly obliged. After a two hour study session and numerous Eddie-centric metaphors, followed by a nap inducing meal — you’re currently resting easily on his bed.

This past Christmas you had gotten Eddie his own television, so that Wayne didn’t have to put up with the constant variety of whatever Eddie was watching for the week, giving him his own downtime before his night shifts. It also gave you and your boyfriend more privacy to just relax and be together. You aren’t really sure what’s playing, something that Eddie picked out for the evening. All you know is that it’s Sci-Fi related, and Eddie it makes him happy. After all he’s been through with school and everyone there, you’ll do anything to get him to smile in that doe eyed way that he has about him.

He’s got his head in your lap, your fingers combing through his hair. It’s one of the many positions he’d turned you in throughout the first hour of the film. So it’s not exactly surprising when he shifts again and your head finds his shoulder, cheek able to feel the rise and fall of his chest with every steady breath that he takes. That position lasts another fifteen minutes, give or take, with Eddie once again turning over. This time it’s you in front of him, being spooned from behind, his left arm wrapped around your waist, his right arm propped above him, leaving his elbow to squish into his pillow pile, and his palm resting over top of his cheek. You sign in a blissful pleasure, easing back into him and tugging his arm tighter around your waist until it’s squishing your chest.

You don’t mean to, but this man has you having him touch your chest as much as he does it on the daily. You aren’t sure what happens in the next few minutes of the film, your lids closing you into a doze. The sound of some laser effect on the television set is what rouses you. And that’s when you notice Eddie’s forearm has pushed up your shirt, his wrist dipping underneath, his thumb bad grazing over your bra cup. Already, you can tell what he wants before he knows.

He doesn’t have to ask for permission, but you know he will. It gives you enough leeway to have pity on his poor heart. He’s engrossed in the movie, his chocolate eyes dancing with an intense mirth as you drink him in. You don’t speak, simply lifting from his hold and using your fingertips to lift your bra cups, exposing your chest. You’re aware that it’s worked almost immediately, upon laying back in his arms.

Having your bra halfway up isn’t exactly comfortable, but you wanna see what he’ll do, what you’re sure that he’ll do. Mere seconds go by and his hand snakes back beneath your tee, humming a honey-coated appreciation when he finds your bare breasts filling his hand. He squeezes, rolls, pinches, and tugs on the flesh, as if it’s some toy that he can’t contain himself from playing with. You’re giddy with a smirk, arching into his hold. He’s still glued to the screen, a fight sequence breaking out.

His fingers drape across your sternum and begin to lavish the other globe with affection. You sigh loudly, unable to help yourself.

He has no idea what he does to you sometimes.

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ravereina · 1 year

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BEAUTY!

Small idea I had a while ago that I decided to put into words so enjoy make request if you want too!

Contains: Praise, Slight degradation, Body worshiping, Dumbfication

Scaramouche loves spoiling you!! Dressing you up in pretty laced lingerie with matching silk robes covered flowers. Kissing and complimenting your body any chance he gets.

Constantly getting compliments on how gorgeous you look, and getting called cute nicknames that makes your cheeks flush red. He just loves having you all dolled up just for him to ruin later.

Your body littered in bruises and bite marks, some so dark you don’t think it would fade soon. Mascara slightly altering your vision. Your smudged makeup and the black glittery tears that flowed down your face, Making you look fucked out.

“S-So good Scara-!” You mewled.

“Feels good doesn’t it, princess?” He said head against your thigh knuckles deep into your cunt. You felt your high approaching, eager to reach it you moved your hips to his fingers thrusting in and out of you.

Almost at the peak of your orgasm he moved his hand. Denying you of your orgasm for the 3rd time for the night. “Wha- Why did you..” You stumbled upon your words.

“Relax doll, m’gonna make you feel good Ok?”

He said aligning himself to your hole, pushing in just enough to get you accustomed to the sensation. “A-ah! fuck” You moaned as he finally bottomed into you.

Scaramouche hummed tracing shapes on your hips to distract you from the feeling. “Can move now Scara.” You said with a slight whimper in your voice

He grabbed your hips as he finally started thrusting into you. Your voice switching from whimpers and small whines to incoherent phases for him to go faster.

“Aww, look at you all fucked up hm? Pretty fucking whore.” He mocked you. Waiting for a response he tapped on your temple “Anyone in there?” He taunted, dryly laughing.

“Y-yes your w-whore scara! Only yours!” You squealed. “I fucked you dumb, huh? Can’t even reply straightly. Gonna fuck you even dumber,” His thrust suddenly increased in speed. Making your back arch. “Who knew the prettiest girl i’ve seen was also the dumbest?” He spewed, rubbing your clit hardly.

“Too m-much!! Ngh.. N-no more scara!!” You pleaded. “You can take it doll, fuck.. j-just a bit more,” He muttered. You felt your orgasm reaching “Wanna cum! Just wanna please!!” You begged “Go ahead doll, cum on my cock.”

Your high finally washed over you. A flaming white sensation coursed throughout your body. As you felt Scaramouche cum inside you. Your bodies panting at different rhythms.

“You ok doll?” He spoke gently getting the bottle of water and tilting you up. “mhm I’m fine.” You said with a small smile. Your body resting against his chest. The stickiness of your bodies together yet providing a comforting warmth.

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #scara is soft at the end <3 #probably gonna edit this later

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arcsimper5 · 1 month

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Hi there, may I please request a scenario where Cody gets extremely distracted by an attractive, curvy/thick woman with large breasts, dressed in a beautiful, yellow-gold dress with a DEEP plunging neckline and it's not just her body that's distracting him; it was everything from her lips, her smile, to her eyes, her skin and her hair. His Vods want just want to drink the night away, but he ditches them in favor of getting to know her. They end up chatting/flirting; his attraction for her only grows the more he makes her smile and flirt back. Up to you whether you wanna make it get steamy or not; thank you either way.🌼

Hello my lovely anon!

Thank you for the request, I thought this through quite a bit, and have decided this will be a two-parter :P

Please enjoy part one below. Part two will be coming soon, and there will be spice included ;)

Title: Knowing - Part 1 Pairing: Cody x F!OC (not named, AFAB, very vague description) Warnings: Language, people being a-holes to Clones, minor physical violence.

Cody wasn’t sure he had a type until that night.

Just another shore leave that had rolled around after what felt like an eternity. With Obi-Wan attending the Jedi Council and all the flimsiwork that had been thrown his way done, it was a truly rare occasion when he could meet up with his brothers, his batchmates and friends, and let loose. Just a little.

He was still a Marshall Commander after all, something that was abundantly clear as he entered 79’s still in his armour, sans helmet (though it remained clipped to his belt). The moment he was noticed, the noise dimmed somewhat, though only for a few minutes.

By the time he’d made it to the bar and ordered a drink, the frivolities were back in full swing, the energy surging through everyone, clones and natborns alike, setting the scene for a night of excess.

And Cody couldn’t deny, he could do with a chance to let loose.

The last few campaigns had been too close for comfort. Too many brothers lost to the fighting, too many odds stacked against them. Every time they went on deployment, it hit him harder; one day, he wasn’t going to return.

There would be no more 79’s, no more shore leave, no more taking risks and breaking rules for the chance of a sliver of happiness.

Mumbling his order to the service droid behind the bar, he was so lost in his maelstrom of thoughts when he finally received his drink that his senses failed him, awareness lost to the self imposed despair running rampant in his mind, and he completely failed to notice the civvy stood behind him until it was too late.

He turned sharply, colliding with the figure, who let out a surprised yelp, the shock sending him reeling backwards for a moment before he found his balance once more.

“I am so sorry,” he began, shaking his head to bring himself back into the moment. The crowd around him and his victim had parted, giggles and gasps barely audible over the music. Taking a deep breath, Cody looked up, meeting the eyes of the stranger he’d just bumped into, ready to apologise once more.

And then his brain stopped working.

Stood in front of him, the smooth, tanned skin of her chest dripping with the cheap beer he’d ordered, was the most beautiful woman Cody had ever laid eyes on.

She was tall, a few inches on him even, though he suspected the glittery heels she was sporting aided that, draped in a figure hugging gold and white dress that accentuated her curves, her body full and thick in a way that made his mouth water.

The dress was sleeveless, the neckline of the delicate material plunging sharply over her cleavage, exposing the swells of her breasts just enough so as not to allow for any accidental slips.

It was her chest that Cody found himself staring at suddenly, watching rivulets of the golden liquid he’d just picked up seeping downwards, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“I…” he began, lifting his gaze up to meet a pair of intense, wide eyes, desperately trying to find the words to apologise to this beautiful creature. But any sentiment he might have expressed was cut off suddenly by a shove, the woman pushed to one side by another, shorter and thinner person, another human, though this one had a snarl on her face and narrowed eyes.

“Stupid kriffing clone,” she spat, glaring at Cody as he tried to gather himself. He stumbled a little, his back colliding with the bar, “why don’t you watch where you’re going, huh?”

“Sariah, it was an accident!”

The woman he’d spilt his drink on grabbed the other’s arm, attempting to pull her away. But this Sariah was having none of it.

“Probably did it on purpose,” she snarled, jabbing a finger against Cody’s chestpiece, “they’re all like that. Soak you, follow you to the bathroom and get you alone. Then…”

“Sariah!”

The woman seemed displeased with her friend’s behaviour, grabbing her harder and pulling her away from Cody, her own gaze narrowed.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Sariah huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “you can’t trust these meat droids. They only want one thing, other than killing, that is.”

“That’s enough!”

The woman’s shout echoed over the music, an authoritative tone to it that had Cody feeling very warm all of a sudden. The swell of noise in the club dipped once more, as it had done when he arrived, attention turning to the woman.

“I’ve just about had it with all the shit you come out with!” the woman growled at Sariah, who stared at her in disbelief, “I told you before we left, any of this crap from you and we were done. You don’t know what it’s like out there. This was supposed to change your views, to show you how amazing these guys are.”

“I’m not fucking a meat droid,” Sariah sneered, the expression completely wiped from her face as the woman raised one perfectly manicured hand and slapped her across the face, sending her stumbling backwards.

“Don’t fucking call them that!”

SIlence descended over the club as everyone waited for Sariah to react, her own hand coming up to clutch at her face where she’d been hit. She looked equal amounts furious and scared as the woman Cody had bumped into towered over her, her shoulders squared, making her look even bigger than she had before.

“You… Fuck you!” Sariah finally whimpered, tears gathering in her eyes, “Enjoy getting assaulted by these… things. And lose my comm. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” the woman spat, turning her back on Sariah as she moved easily through the crowd, clones and natborns alike parting to make a clear line to the door.

Another moment of silence followed, the doors to 79’s slamming shut seconds before the crowd turned back to the woman, watching and waiting.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile to her face, looking around awkwardly.

“Well?” she asked to no-one inparticular, her voice echoing around in the tense silence, “Is this a club or a morgue?”

A cacophony of cheers erupted, the music swinging back into life, bodies moving and bustling and gyrating again in moments. Breathing a sigh of relief, she finally turned back to Cody, meeting his gaze and giving him a weak smile.

“Uh, sorry…” “Sorry…”

They both spoke at the same time, eyes widening for a moment before they both let out a laugh, shaking their heads at each other.

“I’m Cody,” he offered softly, offering her a hand, “and I am sorry for spilling my drink on you.”

“No harm done,” the woman smiled warmly, “nothing that I can’t dry off.” She motioned to the droid behind the bar, a roll of disposable wipes presented to her within moments.

Diligently cleaning her chest, she quickly disposed of the roll and the soiled pieces on the bar, the droid removing them and bringing her a cocktail over, nodding when she murmured something else to it.

“I’m, uh, sorry about your friend, too,” he winced, noting how she didn’t even flinch, simply shrugging.

“Not a loss,” she admitted, “we only met a few weeks ago. She’s my friend’s sister, thought I’d show her around Coruscant, seeing as she’s new here. Couldn’t give a kriff about anyone with views like that.”

Cody’s face warmed as he recalled her anger at them being referred to as ‘meat-droids’. It wasn’t uncommon, but having someone, let alone a natborn defend them? That definitely was.

“I, uh, didn’t catch your name,” Cody smiled awkwardly as she turned back, her cocktail and another beer in hand. His eyes widened a little more as she pressed the beer into his hand, catching him off guard.

“I owed you one,” she winked, “and I didn’t give it.”

“Oh,” he murmured numbly, blinking a few times. Suddenly he didn’t feel like a Marshall Commander. He felt like a shiny, fresh and new, unsure how to navigate this situation, “I… uh…”

“Call me ‘My Lady’,” she purred, leaning forward to practically whisper in his ear, sending a shudder through him, “if you like. We’ll see if you get to earn my name, pretty boy.”

“P-Pretty… What?” he stammered, eliciting a giggle from her plump lips.

Maker, it had gotten hot all of a sudden, his armour feeling too tight all over, particularly underneath his codpiece.

“Want to grab a table?”

It was barely a suggestion as she looped her arm through his, guiding him towards one of the booths in the back. He offered no resistance, trying to get to grips with the situation.

‘Come on, Cody, you’re better than this! She’s gorgeous, she’s kriffing beautiful! Stop making a fool of yourself.’

“I… I’m a Marshall Commander,” he blurted out as they reached the booth, slipping inside the secluded area. It became all the more intimate as she pulled the curtain across, giving them more privacy from the surging movement of the dancefloor.

“That so?” she hummed in amusement, watching as Cody flushed bright red, oblivious to the way he cursed himself internally.

“Uh, yeah. 212th.”

“Oh, General Kenobi,” she nodded sagely, still grinning a little, “good man. Little uptight for my liking, but a fantastic strategist.”

“You… know him?” Cody asked a little too loudly, taken aback. The woman simply nodded, sipping at her cocktail before placing it back onto the table between them.

“I know all of the Jedi. Being a GAR liaison has its advantages.”

Oh kriff. Kriff, kriff, kriff.

A GAR liaison officer, one of the most senior natborn ranks there was. This woman, this stunning, beautiful woman, had to be a Commander at least, his equal, or maybe even higher ranking.

“I… uh…”

“Hey…”

Her voice softened as she leant over the table, reaching to take his hand in hers. He watched, dumbfounded as she stroked her delicate fingers over the back of his gloved hand, cursing the layers that separated him from feeling her skin on his.

“I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t a trick or a trap. Some people in the GAR might not see you as human, but I do. I know the fraternisation rules, and I don’t care. We all need to let loose sometimes.”

Cody, once again, felt far out of his depth, unsure what to say in response, simply staring at her hand as it drew lazy patterns into his glove, this throat bobbing as he swallowed hard again, processing her words.

“If you want me to leave you be, to disappear and forget this ever happened,” she offered slowly, “I can and will. I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend any time with me. But I have to say, Cody…” He shivered at the way she practically purred his name, “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, and would be interested in getting to know you… maybe seeing where it goes from there…”

Looking up at her in amazement, Cody could only nod, slowly turning his hand over and lacing his fingers with hers. He was still nervous, hells, his heart was practically beating out of his chest, but there was something in her gaze that kept him rooted to the spot, a softness to her gaze as she looked him over.

As her lips turned up into a brilliant smile, his heart fluttered.

This was bad… Or was it?

Please comment and reblog! It helps my writing no end and is very appreciated!

#star wars #the clone wars #tcw #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #tcw cody #Clone Commander Cody #Clone Commander Cody x F!OC #answered asks #requests #daniwrites #79s clone bar #commander cody

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jxngh · 11 months

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request : 32 “if we weren’t in public right now, i’d have my head between your legs.”

89 “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever i please.”

pairing : jimin x reader

genre : smut obv.

note : it's been in my drafts for suchhhh a long time and seeing you guys still interacting w my blog made me wanna post 🥺 nd don't forget to do the poll pls (it's at the end)

these moments were rare.

having a world-star boyfriend, you are used to see people - millions of them - admire your boyfriend, all the compliments, the way they try to be close, wishing they were you.

but now, being the star of your closest friend's wedding - that's how jimin felt -, cause in your mind you weren't really the star, maybe till the bride comes.

he was standing with his friends, talking about anything and everything while his eyes were following every move of your precious body does. he tried, god knows, he tried to focus on people's words but, no.

he looked around of him, the beautifully designed place, a glass ceiling where people could see both nature and sky, pretty candles on every table, well dressed humans, then he looked the middle of all place.

you were there.

standing with a mini saten dress, silver heels with straps, a designed silver bracelet your boyfriend gifted.

he took a deep breath, almost a dreamy sigh. all he could see was you, and when he was not looking at you he was thinking about something reminding of you.

he was basically looking at his glass of wine, trying really hard to not eat you with his eyes, and finding himself thinking that you were wearing the same color. wine. red wine. it's my favorite, he thought.

' who am i lying to? she's my favorite, that makes the colors prettier somehow ', his inner voice said.

it wasn't helping him that you were on the charge of welcoming people. you knew almost everyone in bride's life. you stood on the front door first, then started to walk around and ask people how they're doing and stuff. that was when the compliments got out of control.

you were handling it fine at the beginning, loving the attention, bowing your head down and thanking. but hearing too much of them - ' bride shouldn't let you in, you're basically glowing ' ' everybody's looking at you, it's impossible to not look tbh' ' didn't see any woman carrying the red this well.. and more - you really were blushing and trying to laugh it off.

and even though jimin couldn't hear those from the place he's been watching you, he could see. see the mini dress fitting your body so perfectly, showing every curve that he knows like a map and all the imperfections he loves. see the glittery make-up of yours, dark shade of lips, the way you walk, the way you get shy and play with your hair..

he drank and filled his glass again.

' she looks so fucking good in that dress, can't wait to take it off of her, then have my tongue on every inch of her precious skin, move my hands all through her body, taste her, ruin her pretty make-up. kiss her all night like crazy.. make her cry for more underneath me. ' his inner voice whispered to him.

he needed to be close to you. and a voice cut his trance.

" jimin? you there? " taehyung asked looking at his best friend with a sheepish grin.

jimin looked at him and understood that he was staring at you for a long time now. so he quckly said " i'm going to my girlfriend, missed her. " and left the brunet on the table.

as jimin walks closer to you, you were talking to a young man which look alike the groom, jimin noticed.

and heard the guy saying " you look gorgeous today and you won't believe how many people asked me if you're single.. " and you laughed.

" no- "

jimin's hand found your waist in a most gentle way without thinking. you looked at him feeling better after his sudden touch.

" hi, i'm jimin. the boyfriend. " he said and he gave the eye smile. a little overprotectiveness on his tone. then the two met and the guy didn't stay long saying that he needs to check the groom.

" ah.. did you really had to look this good jagi? " he said lowering his voice on purpose and whispered to your ear after tucking your hair behind your ear slowly.

you felt tingles.

" it's a wedding chim, everyone has to. " you replied, fixing his tie and fighting the urge of kissing him right there.

" hmm.. " he said looking at your lips. " but you're the star today. "

the tone got you melting inside again.

" what's with the tone? are you trying to make me blush, park? " you replied, heart beating faster but in a stable voice. he didn't need to see you melt.

and before he could open his mouth and gave you a proper answer, you heard taehyung giving a small speech, then saying that he'll be singing couple of songs for the lovely couple because bride asked him to..

so you two stopped standing in the middle and you intertwined your fingers with his, took him to a table. his hand was placed on your waist the whole song. he hummed most of the song, then decided to give you a back hug. so he did, sang the song to your ear while placing his hands on your hips, slowly swinging you both.

feeling his breath on your neck shouldn't make you feel this hot. the tone of his voice shouldn't make you blush like this, the way he makes you dance shouldn't make you feel dizzy on the knees, but they did.

" jagi.. " he said slowly at the end of the song, “ if we weren’t in public right now, i’d have my head between your legs. ”

he left a small kiss to your shoulder, you were sure it all looked innocent. this was his plan from the beginning. and you were positive that your thin underwear was getting wetter.

then he standed next to you, joined the conversation like he wasn't the one who said all of these.. then turned to you.

" babe? can't we go see around? i'm really curious about the view plus we're inside for hours, need some fresh air. " he held your hand and asked like such gentleman. and you played along.

you let him take you into the woods, find a place for only just you two. pushed your back to a tree, started to kiss your chest to neck.

" the things you do to me.. " he talked to your skin, held your thigh and made your leg hug his body while his mouth finds yours, not too slow, not too fast, definitely intense and making your little sounds mix kinda kiss.

his hand moved under your dress, sliding your underwear quickly.

" we can't, they'll get suspicious.. not now baby. " you said noticing your voice getting weaker with every word. what a lie, you wanted him to continue.

" this is my pussy i can touch it whenever i please." he palmed your pussy. " so stop acting and spread those pretty legs for me a little, doll. " he said sending tingles to your body.

you couldn't say a word back, already giving in, opening your legs.

" yes, my pretty doll.. " " now open that cherry lips.." he said pushing two fingers in your mouth. " suck. "

you did, swirled your tongue around it while locking eyes with him.

" shit, you're making me mad baby. " he said lowering his fingers and starting to toy your clit. and his lips found it's place on your neck.

his fingers were everywhere but inside of you. and you couldn't help but push your hips to his hand.

" tsk, it's mine baby, i get to decide what i'll give to you. "

then slapped your cunt. you moaned. he did it again saying " right doll?" then again.. now you were about to cry. he left a small kiss to your lips and sent his two fingers in.

" you're clenching too hard huh? will you come to my fingers? make a mess? " and you did, shakingly.

#bts smut #jimin smut #jimin imagine #park jimin #bts drabble #bts writing #smut drabble #park jimin smut #Spotify

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latelyanobsession · 1 year

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Would you be willing to do the letters A, T, and/or L for Argyle? If this isn't something you wanna do or if requests for this aren't open that's okay. Have a good day/night <3

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Argyle is definitely the kind of person whose love language is gift-giving. Whether that means sharing a spliff or bringing you a little rock he found during his delivery routes because it looked cool, or making you a custom 'weeder' in woodshop. This guy gives from the heart.

I would also say that he is a very affectionate person. He speaks his mind pretty openly. He's definitely the kind of guy that will pop off with random thoughts or just be staring into space and suddenly say, "you're my air, chica/o", and proceed to give you the biggest grin he can muster. When he loves, he does it with his whole heart, and both feet.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Argyle is a guy who looks extremely chill around children but is internally freaking out. Don't get me wrong, he finds children very funny, especially when they say the most inappropriate things. However, hand off a kiddo to him under 5 and suddenly he becomes almost serious. Starts calling them "Little dude/tte", and walking as slowly as he possibly can like he's in a minefield. He's babysat plenty of little cousins before and does not want a chancla sent his way.

Argyle likes to sit down, criss-cross-applesauce with the tiniest of tykes. Let's them play in his hair, put barrettes in or glittery clips. Let the little boys use him as a giant hiding spot for hide-n-seek. Play peek-a-boo through his hair. You name it. He's also big big big on arts and crafts. Break out the markers and crayons! Argyle will make something and so will the kiddos.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

This guy... he will pull out all the stops in the most Argyle ways possible to let you know that he loves having you around. He will always try to work his shifts around you as best he can, but at times when that hasn't happened, he has shown up to your place with an apology 'pie' and the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

He always lets you have the first slice (of course)! And if you smoke the devil's lettuce... he always lets you take the first puff.

The guy would roll a red carpet out for you if he had one. Don't ask... because he'd probably go find one. He seems very resourceful.

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Argyle seems like someone who's very big on checking in with their partner afterward. He might, at least on his end, be very chatty as a way to decompress. Checking his partner over, providing massage, or more general skin to skin contact. He also seems like someone who likes to engage in eye contact.

But also... this guy is 6'4 and is completely capable of bear hugging so many people. He's just going to wrap you up and hold you close. Maybe a good time for another blunt 😅 and possibly a nap?

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Favorite location is most likely the Surfer Boy Pizza van... easy breezy brochacho/a. We don't truly know much else about Argyle, however, I would say his second favorite spot would be the van 😅 but with an ocean view. The beauty of a space on wheels amiright?

If Argyle has a crash pad, that may be the third place on the list because he likely doesn't want to have to navigate parents or siblings. So, van it is!

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think that Argyle would be more than happy to introduce and use toys during play/sex with his partner both for them and himself. He strikes me as someone who's ultimate goal is achieving mutual satisfaction, and if that could be heightened or made more pleasurable with the introduction of toys, I think Argyle would be all for it.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things oneshot #stranger things smut #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x gn!reader #stranger things x gender neutral reader #stranger things x gn reader #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #argyle

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moon boys + tiktok

summary: just what the title suggests ! warnings: established relationship, boys being super cute, kind of crack but not really, mentions of alcohol, sex, but no smut. word count: 643

steven ࿓

- stevens tiktok has a cursed image as the profile picture, he thought it was funny and then got used to it and didn’t wanna change it

- he’s got some random name like ‘sandforbrains335’ a name generator chose it because he thought it was “too much of a responsibility to have a good username” ..not enough responsibility for a computer to choose it

- he’s usually the one sending you videos, most of the tiktoks he sends you are cute cat videos, or short history explanation clips

- completely loves when there’s more than one part to them, he likes watching them one by one

- he slowly starts to learn all of these new words and you end up getting texts like “i cant wait to get out of my gift shopist era.” you think it’s hilarious

- steven doesn’t often make videos unless you ask him to with you, but sometimes you catch him pointing his phone at you. and while you think he’s taking a picture he’s actually making those cute little montage vlog tiktoks about your date

- he’s super sweet, sometimes he asks if you want to save the videos you send him for later at night when the both of you are cuddled up

- you always do <3

marc ࿓

- marc doesn’t have tiktok, at first, he refuses and says it’s a waste of time

- you got him a newer phone for his birthday, and once he finally set it up you asked. “will you download tiktok now?“

- once he finally gives in he sets up a very casual profile, you don’t even think he verified it.

- marc’s profile picture is a very casual mirror selfie of him, he doesn’t think he would use the app very much so he goes for a random photo in his camera roll

- his username is simple just like everything else. spectormarc. he’s surprised it isn’t taken, but he doesn’t show his excitement

- when he gets drunk he likes learning fun dances, mostly the complicated ones. he never posts them but once you see his profile you learn he’s got like 400 drafts

- marc posts a couple videos and one of them goes viral and he randomly wakes up w like a thousand more followers so he goes private LMAO

jake ࿓

- jake loves tiktok, he’s never really been a social media person in terms of putting out content but he’s always enjoyed some good banter now and then

- he’s pretty and he knows it, so he’s always showing his face in his videos and little montages of his day, they’re not the glittery kind either… he’ll walk around the streets and take videos of things he just finds interesting

- look here’s a rat taking this slice of pizza, that’s kind of funny, here’s some geese attacking this guy, that’s even funnier.

- his profile picture is him wearing sunglasses and pointing a pistol to the camera. he tells everyone it’s a fake gun (it’s not)

- jake racks up tons of followers in no time and sometimes when he’s bored and driving around, he’ll park in an empty parking lot and he’ll go on live stream, everyone loves this

- his username is definitely user62458937, he says he can’t think of one to change it to, prompting everyone to give him colorful suggestions

- jake loves making those prank tiktoks and somehow you always manage to be the victim, i mean, he couldn’t really record his alters reaction to pranks.. even though he did pull them.

- his comment section is a bunch of feral people gushing over how handsome he is, you won’t disagree he’s perfect, but you can’t help but get a little jealous. don’t worry, jake won’t hesitate to remind you how much you mean to him all night :-)

#hehe #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Next Steps

Pairing: Moon Boys (Mostly Marc this time around) x Reader

Fic Type: Drabble (Part of the Batons and Unicorns universe. You can find the rest of the series here on my Moon Boys Masterlist)

Summary: You’ve been married to the men you love for about six months now. You and Steven have been talking about taking the next serious step in your relationship with Marc.

Including baby Amonet being so sweet, soft!Marc, tooth-rotting fluff

Rating/Warnings: 14+ for strong language, brief mention of Marc’s childhood and his mother, suggestive themes

At three years old, Amonet has surprising balance as she races around the kitchen island to hide behind your legs, yelling something like "It's gonna get me!"

"What's gonna get you?" You chuckle at her as she grabs your legs, effectively ceasing your preparation of dinner. She has a little cardboard sword and a bright pink pillowcase has been reused as a cape. There's a little glittery crown on her head, one that Jake helped her make a couple days ago. And she's adorable.

She stomps around a bit as she tries to emphasize her point here. "Dragon!"

"A dragon?!" You look around in mock fear, knowing full well there aren't any dragons nearby duh. Except for you, maybe, if you wanted to transform into one right about now, but this is kid playtime and so therefore there are make-believe dragons about. "Where?!"

Right on cue, Marc slinks around the corner, eyes sparkling with mirth and a beaming smile on his face. He's in a crouch, and presses a finger to his lips as he tells you to sh. Meanwhile, Amonet is babbling a stream of words that may have been the location and size of her enemy. As Marc stalks toward the other side of the island, you pretend to shield your eyes from a nonexistent glare. "Hmm... I don't see any of the fearsome beasts 'round yonder, young squire! It appears it may be safe for you to continue on your journey!"

Warily, Amonet peeks around the corner of the island, but Marc's on the other side. When she sees nothing, she continues, bravely, to inch her way toward the very place where he's hiding. When she gets in his sights, Marc unleashes a triumphant laugh as he lunges. Amonet lets out a piercing scream as Marc snatches her up and swings her into the air as he stands. "Ha ha! The squire fell for my trap!"

"Don' eat me!" Amonet cries, and Marc exaggerates a gasp and wide eyes.

"Eat you?! Why would I eat you?! When mommy-dragon is making dinner?! The horror!" Your smile is hurting your cheeks as you watch them interact-- Marc usually puts on this show that he's tough-as-nails, but it doesn't matter who's around: if Amonet comes anywhere near him, that all crumbles away completely. "I don't eat humans... I tickle them!" He digs his fingers into her sides, ensuring to keep a firm grip on her even as she squirms and belly-laughs for him to let her go.

Marc puts her down after a few more seconds, crouching so that he's nearly eye-level with her. "You wanna help Mommy make dinner?" When she nods excitedly, Marc urges her toward the doorway. “Okay, go take off your cape and crown, sweetheart. Don’t wanna ruin ‘em.”

Amonet is just a toddler. She’s learning to differentiate between Steven, Marc, and Jake, but sometimes she still slips up. “Okay, Daddy!” Marc visibly flinches as she runs away to do as he said.

“Marc,” You say sympathetically as he stands up, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.

“It’s okay, baby,” Marc replied, coming around the island to press a loving kiss to your cheek. “She doesn’t understand yet.”

But, what Marc doesn’t know is that you and Steven have been talking. You both want siblings for Amonet, but… “I mean, that’s a bit unfair, innit? If you only have kids with me?”

Of course you want kids with Marc, and even with Jake. You just weren’t entirely sure how to bring it up to Steven– and you knew Marc felt the same way. Jake had already said, outright, that he wasn’t ready yet. But Marc… every time Amonet called him that, it was like he was punched in the gut with longing. You’d stared at him in shock for a second when he’d said that the other night. “...You’re sure that’s alright?”

He’d kissed you lovingly. “It’s more than alright, love.”

And now, this was exactly what you were making the dinner for.

Natasha was going to swing by in a few minutes to pick up Amonet, leaving the two of you alone. Marc thought it was only for a special night, but he had no idea how important tonight was. Tonight, you and Marc will finally have The Conversation. The one that would determine whether or not you’ll start trying. The idea made you feel all fluttery and blushy. Amonet was perfect, and you knew that any child you had with Marc would be, too.

But Marc was very observational. He stood beside you, rubbing your back. “What’s the matter, babe?”

“Nothin,’” You answered; it wasn’t a lie. You were just nervous. You gave Marc a quick kiss before you scooted some carrots over toward him. “Can you dice those?”

“No. Absolutely not. I’ll slice them.” Desperately, you tried to stifle your laughter, only succeeding to cut it into a snort when you saw Marc’s triumphant expression– one of his favorite things to do was make you laugh, which he tried to do at any cost.

Amonet appeared, silent as a mouse, at Marc’s side; he pulled up a stool and lifted her up onto it, standing behind it with his arms caging her against the counter protectively. “You wanna help me cut these, sweetie?”

I’m sorry excuse me the fuck my baby near a sharp knife beg your fuck–

You trusted Marc wholly, of course, but the idea of having your little girl near a knife made you uneasy. Marc immediately stopped her from grabbing it, though. “Don’t touch. This will hurt you.” He grabbed the knife and the carrot, positioned his hands so he was ready to cut, and then said, “Just put your hands on mine, okay?” She did so with a giggle, and Marc very slowly proceeded to cut the carrot.

You were staring.

Trying your hardest not to start squealing.

Marc would make an amazing father.

~*~*~*~

As you and Marc watched the end credits of the movie, late at night and after dinner, you glanced over at him from where he sat beside you, your legs in his lap as he massaged your legs gently. “...Marc. I need to talk to you.”

You’d never seen a man go more pale, eyes shooting wide. “Oh fuck–” He twisted around to see the calendar on the nearby wall, immediately checking to see if he missed something. “Whatever I did, baby, I’m sorry, I’ll fix it–”

“Mwah,” You cut him off with an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. “You didn’t do anything, Marc. We just… Need to talk.” You took his hands in yours, smiling softly. “About us.” When he still looked terrified, you cupped his face in your hands and pecked his lips. “Don’t worry, it’s a good thing.” He melted into your touch, closing his eyes as he sank with relief.

“Oh thank god. I thought this was about the mower.”

Momentary confusion and amusement gripped you, and your eyebrows shot to your hairline. “What about the mower?”

“Oh shit– I mean– nothing, nothing at all, just keep talking.” Marc fought a chuckle, suppressing it into an unconvincing cough, when you stifle a smile by sucking your lips in and nodding.

“O-okay. This is gonna be a very very serious conversation. You ready?”

Marc’s eyebrow twitched up a little. “More serious than this?” He tapped your wedding ring pointedly.

“Just as,” You say, “Maybe a little bit more.”

“Fuck,” Marc looked like a deer in headlights, making you giggle and kiss him on the nose.

“Hush, Spector. It’s something good.” He took a deep breath, and then you took the plunge. “...Do you want kids, Marc?”

“D-do I–” He cut off his own question with an audible gulp, and he looked so shocked that for a second, you thought Steven took over. You understood that, with his past, this must be hard for him; so you continued talking.

“Because, Steven and I have been talking, and… he’s more than okay with you and I having kids, too. You’re a good man, Marc, and we both trust you–”

“I-I don’t know if I’ll be a good dad,” He choked out, and the tears in his eyes might as well have stormed off his lashes like an army to tear your heartstrings out and maul them right in front of you.

“Oh, Marc… Baby, honey– don’t you see the way you are with Amonet?” He closed his eyes, head falling against your chest to hide his face from you. “Oh, honey…” Your hand ran soothingly up and down his back, trying to calm him.

“I don’t… I don’t want to end up like my mother.” His quiet admission brought tears to your eyes.

“Marc…”

He lifted his head to look at you, wiping tears off his cheeks with the backs of his hands. “Jake, and Steven, have been talking to me about it… trying… trying to show me that it’s okay.” His hands shook as he held yours tightly, bringing them up to his face so he could kiss your knuckles, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips to your hands. “...I love Amonet. With all my heart. And I love you.” His dark eyes met yours, and your face screwed up as you tried to hold back your own tears of sympathy for his sake. “I… I want to try. I want… to have a kid with you.”

You leaned forward and kissed him, understanding how hard those words must have been for him to say. “Me too.”

Realizing your horrible mistake, you hurriedly tried to correct yourself.

“I mean, I also want to have a kid with you. Like I, Y/N Grant-Lockley-Spector, want to have a kid with you, Marc Spector–”

He cut you off with a passionate kiss, smirking his ass off. “Baby. I know what you meant.” Marc pulled you forward by your wrists until you were laying on him between his legs, laying your head on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair with a contented sigh, letting himself relax as he rested his chin on your head. “...Love you.” He whispered, but you knew he needed to hear something a little bit more.

“I trust you,” You said, and his grip tightened on you a bit. “And I love you to the moon and back.”

He said nothing, only holding you tighter. You weren’t entirely sure how long you laid there, but it was long enough, apparently, for Marc’s mind to wander to how fun trying could be. He shifted suggestively underneath of you, smiling cheekily at your mock-unamused expression when you looked up at him. “...You… wanna start trying tonight?” He ventured.

“I’m a little tired, actually.”

Marc gave an exaggerated frown, knowing that you were just messing with him. “Wow, rude.” You giggled as you stood up, pulling him up with you and starting to guide him to the bedroom in what soon became a flat-out run for the bed. Marc shoved you over onto the fluffy mattress, smiling into a passionate kiss that he broke to stare into your eyes dreamily.

Which is like, rarely a Marc thing to do.

“What is it?” You hummed softly, wrapping one of his curls around your finger.

Marc smiled, eyes searching your face. “Nothin’. I’m just glad you accidentally became an Avenger… ‘Cause if you wouldn’t’ve… I never would’ve met you.” His thumb caressed the apple of your cheek, eyes flicking over your features lovingly before he captured your mouth in a soft and passionate kiss. “Love you,” He breathed– it was rare for Marc to say it at all, which of course didn’t mean that he didn’t love you, he’s just a man of few words. For him to say it twice within the same twenty-four hours made you beam from ear to ear.

“I love you too, Marc.”

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thebunnyremix · 1 year

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You should tell us about a thing you like

Hmmm…what’s a thing I like that I wanna gush about for a few…there’s so many things I like that I can ramble on about for literal hours…

Oh, I know! Let me talk about Legend, an 80's fantasy film directed by Ridley Scott, and featuring Tim Curry at his finest.

Along with Willow, this dark and glittery film pretty much set my standards for the fantasy genre.

Truth be told, it scared the crap out of me as a kid. (Then again, i frightened easily at that age.) Child me could not handle the goblins and the amazing practical effects that brought them to life. They don't bother me now, but I couldn't even look at them as a kid. They creeped me out.

Anyway, I saw this movie as a kid because my sister had a horse obsession and she couldn't get enough of the unicorns. And who could blame her? I mean, damn. Look at them.

This is Jurassic Park level of amazing special effects. I'm still not convinced those weren't real unicorns Ridley Scott somehow smuggled on set. (Just like Spielberg totally smuggled real dinosaurs on set. Fight me.) Also, they make whale noises for some reason. I dunno why, but I like it. It's cool and adds to how ethereal they are.

The story revolves around Princess Lili and her forest-dwelling boyfriend, Jack. The Lord of Darkness wants to kill the unicorns, and use their horns to reshape the world more to his liking. So, he sends a trio of goblins to hunt the unicorns down.

Real talk? The makeup job on the goblins still holds up. I love their designs.

Anyway, Jack wants to show Lili the unicorns, which happen to be passing through. Lili unwittingly becomes the perfect bait to lure in the unicorns into a false sense of security when she can't resist petting one.

This leads to the goblins darting one of the unicorns, cornering him once he collapses, and cutting off his horn, sending the world spiraling into an eternal winter, and thus leaving his mate the last of their kind. Guilt-ridden, Lili sets out to make things right, while Jack bands together with his forest brethren to go after the Lord of Darkness...who now has the hots for Lili and has her captured along with the remaining unicorn.

And just when you think this can't get any more weird, we get a creepy, yet sexy dress dance.

Child me did not know why I liked this scene so much. Adult me knows why, though.

Now, there are two versions of this film. The director's cut, which is generally considered to be the better version, as it's more organized and has all the cut scenes intact. I grew up seeing the theatrical cut, which has a slightly more jumbled plot due to cut scenes and other meddling.

If the theatrical cut has any redeeming quality in my opinion, it's the soundtrack by Tangerine Dream. It's so...captivating. Just listen.

God, I just...I love the pretty noises so much...

But, there you go. That's a thing I like. 😁

To me, Legend is basically the movie equivalent of comfort food. But let me tell ya, if you like a good 80's aesthetic, the fantasy genre, and anything with Tim Curry, I recommend giving it a watch. Maybe watch both versions too. Decide which you like better. (Spoiler: The director's cut is better story-wise. But the theatrical cut has better music. Fight me.)

#ask #legend (1985)

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miytsuya · 2 years

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christmas traditions

this was kinda rushed because i started it late and i didn’t want to post it ON christmas eve,, merry christmas babes <33

mitsuya takashi x fem!reader — [wc: 1.6k]

cw: and they were switches (oh my god they were switches), dom to sub reader, sub to dom mitsuya, lingerie, slight teasing, grinding, praise, worship if u squint, petnames, handjob, a little begging from both parties (as a treat), creampie, he cums twice <3, some nipple play, soft sex to kinda but not quite rough sex, it’s no fic of mine unless someone says “daddy” at least once, a tasteful hand around the throat, not proofread <3

in all the years you’ve been with mitsuya, you’ve always kept the same christmas eve traditions. sleeping in, baking for most of the day, wrapping last minute gifts for your families, and spending the rest of your night cuddled up on the couch.

you always always act like you forget your last tradition of opening a present early. you act like you’ve forgotten just so you can see his excitement when he says you haven’t opened your gift yet.

this year a special one caught your eye. it was a small box wrapped up a bit fancier than the others, black and gold paper with a glittery black bow. you remember the excited glint in takashi’s eyes when his plan succeeded and you reached for the box. he looked on pridefully as you opened it, your mouth agape and eyes nearly filling with tears as you pulled out your gift—a set of black, lacy, handmade lingerie.

you pull yourself from your thoughts to admire yourself in the mirror one last time, running your fingers over the intricate details of the set. the straps that run across your chest, gold details of the accents shining under the dim light of your bedroom. mitsuya has made you lingerie before, but none of it had been quite this intricate.

you exit your bedroom and make your way to the living room where takashi is awaiting your return. your pace slows and your heart rate quickens as you approach the doorway, anxiety and excitement bubbling in your chest.

mitsuya’s breath catches in his throat when he lays eyes on your mostly naked frame, the leg we was impatiently bouncing stopping in its tracks. you smile and close the distance, taking a seat right on his lap.

“you look beautiful,” his voice already sounds breathy, “so fuckin’ beautiful.” rough hands roam your hips as you hum at his words.

“you outdid yourself, taka,” you whisper, grinding yourself against his bulge lightly, already so painfully hard from thinking about how you would look while you were putting it on for him. “i love my gift.” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your tits together right in his face.

soft lips press themselves to your collarbones as takashi moans into your skin, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, “want you so bad.”

“you have me, baby.” you tilt his head up to connect your lips, grinding against him more as you deepen the kiss, your tongues sliding against each other slowly.

mitsuya removes his hands from your body to pull down the waistband of his sweats, allowing his cock some relief from the confining fabric. he whines when you take it into your hand, stroking the tip as you keep grinding your soaked, clothed cunt against the rest of him.

“wanna feel you—please,” he breathes, “w-wanna fuck you.”

you shush him with another kiss as his hands grab at your hips once more, his grip so tight you’re sure it’ll leave bruises. takashi moans into your mouth as he thrusts into your fist, his orgasm building deep in his stomach.

a whine leaves his throat when you let go of his cock, letting it fall against his stomach. his protests are replaced with moans when you pull your panties to the side and position yourself above his cock, rubbing his throbbing tip against your soaked folds.

when you finally sink down you can’t help the moan that erupts from your chest at the feeling if his cock filling you to the brim, the stretch alone is enough to have your eyes rolling back. takashi lets his head fall back against the back of the couch as you start bouncing yourself on his cock, your hands roaming his bare chest and fingers ghosting over his nipples. “look at me, baby.” you coo, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

he lifts his head weakly with a small whine, his eyes looking into yours with an expression of desperation. you kiss him once more, letting your lips linger over his for just a moment before pulling away again and rubbing his cheek with your thumb, “you look so fucked out, taka. what happened to you fucking me?” you tease lightheartedly.

takashi only offers a small hum in the form of a laugh in response, too busy watching the way your tits bounce as you ride him. lithe fingers come up to pull down the sheer fabric covering them. warm lips immediately attach themselves to one of your nipples, softly sucking and lapping at the bud as his fingers toy with the other. his actions make your cunt tighten around him involuntarily, aiding in the rapid approach of his orgasm.

he releases your nipple with a soft pop and trails his lips up your chest to your neck, sucking slightly and mumbling into your skin, “‘m gonna cum.”

you don’t have time to say anything in response before you feel him spill his load right into your cunt, his hips bucking to meet yours. you roll your hips a few more times before taking his face in your hands and making him look at you again.

“that was pretty fast.” you giggle teasingly, kissing the corner of his mouth as he pouts. he returns his face to the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around your body, tone gentle when he speaks, “you’re so sexy.”

“so are you.” you whisper and wrap your arms around his neck in response, kissing the exposed skin of his shoulder. strong arms pull you closer, holding you tight as takashi just breathes in your scent. you stay like that for a while, enjoying the intimate position until you realize something—his dick is still very, very hard.

as if he knew you were about to bring attention to it, he flips you onto your back, gently lying your body into the cushions while he hovers above you.

“still want me to fuck you?” he asks playfully, flashing one of his signature smiles that makes your heart flutter. you return the smile, biting your lip and nodding slowly.

he gives you a few slow thrusts that make you whine, begging wordlessly for more. mitsuya understands your pleas and shushes you, reassuring you that he’s gonna give you exactly what you want.

“let’s take these off first, hm? don’t wanna ruin them too much?” he questions, pulling out and hooking his fingers in the band of your panties. you whine at the sudden emptiness, but comply and lift your hips just enough for him to slip them down your thighs. he quickly drops them on the floor beside you before slipping himself back into your pussy with a groan.

“fuck,” he moans, starting to fuck into you at a steady pace, “so fuckin’ messy, baby.” you can hear the mess he’s referring to as your pussy squelches lewdly with each thrust of your boyfriend’s hips. his cum and your arousal mix together to form a white ring around the base of his cock that he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of.

mitsuya places one of your legs over his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist and leaning over you further. the position causes tears to prick at your lashline, the pleasure of the tip of his cock kissing your cervix perfectly with every deep thrust is enough to have your eyes rolling back.

a big hand wraps around your throat firmly, but not squeezing as your boyfriend admires your form.

“you’re so fucking beautiful.” he gushes, eyes roaming your body, taking in the way the twinkling lights of the christmas tree illuminates your curves. “how’d i get so lucky?” he picks up his speed with the question, making you cry out for him, his hips now slapping into yours mercilessly. the moans you’re letting out are borderline pornographic.

“that’s what i wanna hear, baby. pretty girl gonna cum for me?” he smiles again, releasing his grasp from your neck only for his hand to travel down your body, fingers finding purchase on your clit, sensitive and puffy from being ignored for so long.

you can’t help the way you’re pushing on his abdomen in an attempt to get him to slow his thrusts. “d-daddy, please!” you cry out and mitsuya smiles, “please what, baby?” you don’t even know what you’re begging for, all you know is that the pleasure is overwhelming.

“g-g’na cum!” you manage to slur out before your vision blurs white, cunt pulsing and squeezing mitsuya’s cock tightly as he continues fucking you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck-“ he groans, feeling his second orgasm crash over him with the way your pussy swallows him whole. he spills into you again, painting your walls white with every drop of cum he has to offer, your warm cunt accepting all of it graciously. his thrusts slow as you both ride out your highs, the room filled with soft moans and praises.

he lays carefully on top of you, supporting most of his weight with his forearms on either side of you as his soft lips litter your neck and face with kisses. you giggle and take his face in your hands, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

“you still have to unwrap your present.” you hum against his lips, pulling back to look at him through lidded eyes. mitsuya chuckles, reaching down to pick up the discarded panties lying beside the couch. he holds them up with a teasing smile on his face.

“i just did.”

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liberty-barnes · 4 years

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The Swear Jar

Part 1 of The Jar Series

Mob Boss!Tom Holland x Single Mom!Reader

Prompt: “I've never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life”

Warnings: swearing obviously, Tom’s a mob boss so there’s that, there’s like, one sexual innuendo but also ??? not really??? idk

Word Count: 4k (i really need to learn to write short things)

Estimated Reading Time: 16 minutes

A/N: It’s the pic guys, I can’t help it.

Edit: Wow, you guys actually liked this! So since many of you asked, a part will be coming out soon, maybe more, we’ll see. So if you wanna be added to my “The Swear Jar” Taglist, just ask me or add yourself directly through the link in my bio!

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The bell above the door to the diner chimed and you perked up, smiling brightly at the young teenage couple.

“Gracie! Stella! It’s so good to see you again!”

The girls greeted you with the same amount of enthusiasm and proceeded to order their usual meal.

“Your hair’s really pretty Stella! You look like a mermaid now!”

“Thanks, Millie! I took your advice and went with blue instead of purple.”

The young girl smiled and captured the couple’s attention by showcasing her current work in progress.

Millicent Rose (Y/l/n) was your five-year-old daughter. She had brown hair, falling on her shoulders in nice large curls, and big (y/e/c) eyes, a perfect match to yours. She loved drawing (the diner walls were crawling with her masterpieces) and pretty hair, especially if it was soft.

Her bubbly and fearless personality sometimes frightened you, but you mostly came to terms with the fact that your daughter was a social butterfly and took full advantage of the small diner to interact with as many people as she could.

You watched with a fond smile as Millie explained what she had been drawing to the girls, mentioning every little detail while they praised her good work. The young brunette had a gift to make anyone love her.

Soon enough, their large milkshake to share was finished and Lou, the owner and cook, was all done with the food so the girls sat down at a booth and Millie went back to drawing, little feet dangling off the chair and little brows furrowed in concentration.

As you were refiling Mr and Mrs Lee’s drinks, the bell chimed once more and four men walked in dressed in stylish suits, much too fancy for this place. They sat down at a booth and started talking while you took a deep calming breath.

Oh, fuck me.

You took your notepad and walked over to them, a much too fake smile on your face.

“Good morning gentlemen, what can I get you?”

The table quieted down and you made eye contact with who you knew to be the leader.

“I’ll have a burger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.”

One of the twins said.

“I’ll have the same but with a chocolate milkshake instead.”

The other one added.

“Vegi burger and a coke, please.”

At least the blonde one had some manners.

Your eyes lifted from the notepad to the leader once again.

“And for you?”

You did your best to ignore the slight tremble in your voice.

“Bacon cheeseburger, fries and a coke, darling.”

“Right away.”

You got out of there as soon as possible, sparing a glance at your daughter to make sure she was still sitting at the counter before entering the kitchen with a panicked expression on your face.

“Lou…”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“You’ve got an order… for the Hollands…”

“Well, shit.”

The Holland family was the oldest and most successful mob in London, extremely rich, dangerous, and seemingly untouchable.

Harry and Sam Holland, the twins, were rumoured to have been behind the Burtons’ death, another famous family known for drug trafficking and other crimes.

Harrison Osterfield, the second in command, was a close family friend, accused of drug trafficking, illegal weapons selling, and other such crimes, though the charges all dropped before the first hearing even took place.

And finally, Thomas Holland, the leader. Arrested for multiple murders, arson, extortion, and a long list of other felonies, but never convicted.

Everyone was scared of them, and the fact that they were eating here was not good for business.

You ignored the tightness in your chest in favour of helping Lou prepare their food, hoping to do it as fast as possible so the group could leave.

Meanwhile, at the booth, Tom was rolling his eyes at his brothers and friend’s stupidity.

“Okay, we get it, she’s hot, but you don’t have to talk about it all the fucking time.”

Millie turned her head in their direction and scowled. She stretched a bit to the other side of the counter to take the transparent jar and got down from her chair, making her way to their booth, stomping a bit, which made her Sketchers light up.

The diner watched with curious (and slightly frightened, for the Lees) eyes as the little girl climbed onto the booth next to Harrison, one leg after the other, and kneeled next to the blonde, setting her elbow on the table and stretching so the transparent jar was now sitting in front of Tom.

He looked at it: a lid-less mason jar with a pink bow and right in the front, in a child’s handwriting and pink glittery letters were the words 'Swear Jar’.

“You owe a pound.”

He lifted his head to look at the girl.

“I beg your pardon?”

“When someone says a bad word they have to put a pound in the jar. You said a bad word so you owe a pound.”

“I’ve never said a single fucking swear word in my whole damn life!”

“That’s two more so you have to put three pounds in.”

“Yeah, Tom, put the money in.”

Harrison had his arms around the girl and a smug smile on his face, evidently taking a liking to the young brunette.

“Shut the fuck up Haz, you curse more than I do!”

“Four.”

“Shit.”

That one was not on purpose.

“Five.”

“Okay, okay, jeez, hold on.”

He took out his wallet and took his only five-dollar bill amid all the hundreds.

“Just gonna put the money in this stupid jar.”

“Six.”

“Wha- stupid’s not a swear word!”

“I’m not allowed to say it so yes, it is.”

Tom rummaged around his wallet for a stray pound, reluctantly putting a hundred in after finding nothing.

“Does that mean I’m allowed to say ninety-nine swear words?”

“No paying in advance, everything that’s not the money you owe is a donation.”

“To what foundation?”

“The ‘get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation”

She answered with a smirk and everyone -bar Tom- was pretty much crying at seeing their boss be told what to do by a five-year-old.

“Man, you are so screwed!”

“That’s one pound for you, Mister!”

“Oh shit, right!”

“Two…”

Harry took out his wallet (still laughing his arse off, mind you) and didn’t even try to look for the two pounds, simply putting in a hundred.

Millie’s eyes were focused solely on Tom’s hair. She climbed on top of Harrison, her pink tulle skirt flying behind her and stood on the seat next to the brunette, her hands immediately flying to his hair.

“You have very pretty hair. It’s really soft.”

“Thank you, darling.”

She hummed and kept playing with the soft strands.

“My name’s Tom, and these are my twin brothers Harry and Sam, and my best friend, Haz.”

She looked around for a while, not answering, seemingly lost in thought until she looked back at him and her sparkling (y/e/c) eyes focused on his brown ones.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy. I’m Millie.”

“T-Tommy?”

Sam stuttered out between peels of laughter.

“I don’t like Tom, Tommy’s better. Why are you so shocked Twin Nice?”

Harry looked appalled.

“Why's he Twin Nice?”

“Because you said a bad word and he didn’t, so he’s Twin Nice and you’re Twin Naughty.”

Sam did a little victory dance, bragging about his new nickname to his twin.

The little girl sat down on Tom’s lap and started to play with the black ring on his finger.

“What am I, then?”

She looked up to Harrison from in between Tom’s fingers, still playing with the thick band.

“You’re Thor cause you have pretty eyes and you look really strong.”

To say that the blonde was pleased would be an understatement.

“You, little lady, are my new best friend. We need to come here more often.”

Millie smiled and went back to observing the ring.

“Does this mean you’re married?”

Tom chuckled and shook his head slightly.

“No, it means that I’m a part of the Holland family, like them.”

Everyone around the table showed theirs, a symbol of their high status in the mob.

“So you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Do you live with your mommy?”

“No, I live with these dumbasses in a big house.”

She pushed the swear jar towards him and gave him what could only be described as the 'Disappointed Mom’ look.

“Do you like it?”

“Kind of, sometimes they get on my nerves and I wish they’d rot in Hell, but yeah, it’s not too bad.”

She slapped his hand in reprimand and he internally cursed himself.

“Don’t you miss your mommy?”

“A little, but I see my parents every Sunday for family dinner.”

He answered after placing yet another bill in the jar.

“Parents?”

“Yeah, my mum and dad.”

She hummed.

“I wish I had a dad.”

The boys all stiffened.

Well, that escalated quickly.

Tom cleared his throat, measuring his words before speaking, for once in his life.

“Do you know what happened to your dad?”

“Mommy says he left cause he wasn’t good like her. She says it’s okay, though, cause we only need each other but my friend Lilly has a mommy and a daddy and she told me that sometimes when her mommy’s sad or tired he’ll do all the grown-up stuff like cook and read her a story while her mommy rests and she’s happier that way. I want my mommy to be happy like that too.”

For Tom, it felt like his cold, dead heart was starting to beat again. This little angel sitting on his lap was asking for something most children already had, not for herself, but for her mother.

“You’re a really good person, Millie.”

“If you stopped saying so many bad words you’d be one too, Tommy.”

The boys laughed yet again and they continued talking for a little while, refraining from any work-related issues for the sake of their newest addition, choosing instead to discuss sports and fighting over who’d be on cleaning duty that Sunday. Three more bills made their way to the jar during that particular discussion, one from each boy (bar Sam because he was on cooking duty, as always), and for once they allowed themselves to relax and simply be, instead of always worrying.

You got out of the kitchen with the men’s orders ready and looked at the end of the counter, planning to check on Millie before walking over to the mobsters’ table. Your brows furrowed when you didn’t find her and you immediately looked towards the girls’ table or the Lees’, finding she wasn’t there either.

“Mommy, over here!”

You followed your child’s voice and your eyes widened once you saw her sitting on the leader’s lap. The smiling leader’s lap.

You quickly made your way to their booth, placing their orders in front of them without even taking your eyes off your daughter.

“Millicent Rose! What have I told you about bothering people when they’re in their booths?”

She looked guilty for half a second but immediately perked up again, ready to defend herself.

“Not to, but Mommy, he said a bad word so I had to take the swear jar to him.”

“And why, pray tell, are you sitting in the gentleman’s lap?”

“His name’s Tommy and he said he didn’t mind and this way I can talk to Thor, Twin Nice and Twin Naughty better.”

Tommy, Thor, Twin Nice, and Twin Naughty?

“Oh, fuck me.”

Millie’s jaw dropped open. She’d never heard you swear before.

“You owe a pound, Mommy.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

You pulled a pound from your pocket and put it in, eyes widening at the amount of money in the jar.

“How in the world?”

“I didn’t have singles so I just put hundreds in. Apparently, it’s a donation to the 'Get Millie new glitter pens’ foundation.”

You set the jar down and shook your head in disbelief.

“I am never letting Harley babysit you ever again.”

She pouted and slumped down, arms crossed adorably in front of her.

“Now come on, let the gentlemen eat their lunch in peace and come get yours.”

She cuddled up to Tom more than before, burying her head in his chest and fisting his shirt, and shaking her head in protest.

“Millie, come on, let’s go. I’m so sorry for the bother sir.”

“It’s no problem, she’s welcome to say for however long she wants.”

The brunette smiled at your daughter and then at you, before the man on his right interrupted.

“Besides, she’s very entertaining. It’s nice to see someone else call Tom out on his bullshit.”

You and Millie threw the blonde matching glares while Tom just pushed the jar towards him.

“You owe a pound, Haz”

“Excuse you Tommy, my name’s Thor.”

He then turned to you with a smug smile and attitude.

“Cause I have pretty eyes like him and look very strong. Don’t you agree with your daughter… (Y/n)?”

He read your name tag and smiled charmingly while you pursed your lips, looking him up and down. You then looked at your little girl.

“You sure?”

“Well, who else has pretty blue eyes?”

“Captain America.”

She light up right away and straightened herself.

“Right! And he looks like Captain America when he was tiny! Thanks, Mommy!”

She then turned to Harrison with a gigantic smile on her face.

“You’re Tiny America now.”

The whole table -bar Haz- laughed and you had to bite your lip not to laugh too, instead linking your hands and looking at the clock.

“Come on Millie, it’s time to eat.”

“Can I eat here with Tommy, please?”

“If you eat here with Tommy I won’t be able to make sure you eat your veggies.”

The man’s heart stuttered when you used his nickname, a strange sense of happiness overcoming him.

“Tommy can check.”

“Mm… I’m not sure if he can check you ate them. He’s not used to your sneakiness.”

“What if I pinky promise to eat my veggies and eat a banana for dessert instead of ice cream?”

It was a struggle to get her to eat fruits and veggies. You usually had to settle for one or the other, so when she spontaneously decided to eat both, you jumped at the opportunity, mob be damned.

“Deal! But no annoying the boys.”

She smiled and nodded, settling comfortably on Tom’s lap, waiting for her food. You took out her plate of chicken nuggets, fries, and green beans, chocolate milkshake to wash it down.

You tried not to let the butterflies in your stomach distract you from your job but the way Tom smiled at your daughter and praised her when she ate all her veggies in a row, wanting to get it over with, made your heart ache, the longing for someone still very much present.

“Have a nice meal.”

You made eye contact with the brunette and blushed at the smile he sent you before waving goodbye at the Lees. The teenage couple had left a bit earlier so the mobsters were now your last customers of the day.

You wiped the kitchen counters and said goodbye to Lou, assuring him that you’d close up by yourself. As soon as he left, you took a deep breath and sighed, unable to stop your smile when you heard your daughter’s laugh carrying through the wall separating you from the group.

“Mommy, we’re done!”

You straightened up and schooled your features before walking over to them, taking away their plates while asking if Millie behaved and if they wanted dessert. The answer to both questions was a yes and so you came back a little while later with chocolate pudding for the twins, caramel ice cream for Harrison, a banana split for Tom, and a miniature one for Millie.

“Since you behaved so nicely you get a little sweetness with your banana.”

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled brightly at you.

“You’re the best mommy ever! I love you!”

“Love you too, baby.”

You turned around, ready to leave, when a voice stopped you.

“Why don’t you sit down with us for a bit? I’m pretty sure that if you wipe that table down one more time you’ll remove the paint.”

You blushed but complied, sitting down next to Harrison and watching as your daughter ate her dessert quickly and quietly, wincing from time to time because of brain freezes. As soon as she was done, she reached for Tom’s right hand. He switched the hand that held the spoon, eating with his left so that Millie could play with the ring on his finger.

Unfortunately for him, he had a bit of trouble eating with his non-dominant hand while holding a child on his lap, leading to a bit of ice cream falling on his shirt.

“Ah, fu-”

You shot him a glare that made him change courses immediately.

“-dge. Fudge.”

Millie clapped and gave him a big, approving smile.

“See, Mommy? He’s making progress!”

“Indeed he is, darling.”

“Oh, this is fucking hilarious!”

The young girl gasped, mouth open comically wide and utter betrayal swimming in her eyes.

“I thought you were nice.”

Sam realized his mistake as soon as she spoke, covering his mouth with his hand as if to stop any more of the offending words from leaving it.

“You owe five pounds.”

“What? Why? I only said one swear word!”

She shook her head in disapproval, arms crossed in front of her chest, and pushed the jar towards him.

“You made me believe you were nice so your trickster-y will cost you four extra pounds.”

You shook your head, smile firmly plastered on your face as you watched Sam pull out a hundred dollar bill with a pout on his lips. It was quite endearing, really.

“So, (Y/n), tell us about you.”

You locked eyes with the brunette once again, piercing gaze seemingly looking through you.

“I’m afraid there’s not much to tell, Mr Holland. I’m not a very interesting person.”

Your voice was soft, your words calculated. You knew that these men could kill you in the blink of an eye.

“No uninteresting person could have raised such a perfect little angel.”

He smirked and Millie looked at you with a smug smile.

“See, he said I was an angel.”

Life be damned, it’s not worth living if your daughter has an ego the size of Russia. That would most definitely come back to bite you in the ass.

“Yeah, that’s cause he hasn’t had to deal with you in all your nightly glory.”

She put her tongue out and snuggled deeper into Tom’s chest.

“Well, for one, how did you find yourself working here?”

He got the conversation back on you and you felt slightly intimidated with the whole table’s eyes on little old you.

“Customers are nice, I earn enough money for us to get by, owner’s nice, the school’s at the end of the street, and Millie gets to stay with me when she’s not there.”

Even though he was focused on you, you noticed the way he held your daughter close to his chest, his bigger frame completely enveloping her smaller one. She still hadn’t let go of his hand and kept playing with the ring on his finger. Seeing how calm and caring he was being with your daughter calmed you down and the more questions you answered, the more comfortable you became.

“How can you work at a dinner and not like vanilla milkshakes?”

Sam looked horrified at that, and you just shrugged dismissively.

“I never really liked when vanilla was too present. Like, if you used it to just enhance everything else you know, make it taste better, then sure, but just vanilla isn’t really my style.”

Tom took a sharp breath in and tried to stop his mind from wandering at the possible double meaning of your words. Instead, he chose to focus on the little girl on his lap.

Until he noticed she was asleep, that is.

He smiled a little and shifted her so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. Unfortunately for him, that caught your attention.

“Oh my, is she asleep? I’m really sorry.”

“No worries, though we should probably get her to bed so she doesn’t wake up with a stiff neck.”

For the umpteenth time, you pushed down the butterflies upon hearing him say 'we’ and being so careful with your daughter.

You took the remaining dishes and went to the kitchen, putting them in the wash and turning on the machine, leaving it to run so tomorrow morning you’d be able to put everything away. You went back in to clean the booth and Tom practically shoved a hundred dollar bill in your hand, ignoring your protests.

He waited for you by the door while you finished closing up, and you extended your arms towards him when you finished.

“Thank you for everything today, but you must be getting tired, I can take her from here.”

He gently pushed your arms down.

“Let me take you home, please, I don’t like the idea of you having to carry her all on your own.”

You hesitantly nodded and he guided you to his car. It’s only then that you noticed the other three had left. You settled on the passenger side of his black Audi and he handed you Millie, closing the door softly as to not startle her. He then entered the driver’s side and started the car. You gave him directions to your apartment building and within five minutes, he parked the car right out front.

Ever the gentleman, he insisted on carrying the little girl. Knowing by now that there wasn’t much you could do to protest, you agreed and led him up the four flights of stairs to your door.

“Sorry 'bout the mess.”

“It’s no problem, darling, I quite like it.”

You turned your head for a brief second, as if asking him to elaborate while still leading him to your daughter’s room.

“The fact that it’s messy means that someone lives here, that this isn’t just some house, it’s a home. My house is always pristine but that’s because no one’s ever there to actually use it as something other than a glorified B&B.”

He laid Millie down on the bed and you pulled the covers over her. You both stood side to side for a little while, just watching her breathe.

“That sounds really lonely.”

“Yeah…”

Another minute passed by with no words coming from either of you.

“You raised an amazing daughter, (Y/n).”

“You’re a good man, Tom.”

Hearing those unfamiliar words coming out of your mouth almost brought tears to his eyes. He was always used to being called a ruthless mobster, cold-blooded killer, or many other names that all meant the same thing: monster. But you called him a good man, and the sincerity in your voice was almost overwhelming.

He cleared his throat and straightened up, making you turn towards him.

“I should probably go… You should get some rest as well.”

You nodded and walked him to the door. In a split-second decision, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, locking eyes with him afterwards.

“If you ever need an escape, or just wanna hang out somewhere different, our door’s always open.”

That made a smile take over his face and he kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, darling.”

And as you watched him round the corner, only your back visible to you, you couldn’t help but feel like this wouldn’t be the last time you ever saw Tom Holland.

i have mixed feelings concerning this story but at least i have ideas for a part two (if i ever decide to make one)

don’t forget to reblog, comment or like if you feel like it <3

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littlebunnybabyy · 3 years

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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acting.

| steve rogers x reader | fluff |

anon requested. Actor!Reader where they finally get their big break as the lead on Broadway and as much as they don’t want to tell the team bc they’re nervous, they end up finding out and going to support them.

You couldn’t believe it. You’d landed the lead in Heathers, the musical you had been dying to star in. Even better, it was on Broadway. You had spent your entire career with the Avengers, working as Tony’s assistant and running data and occasionally assisting on missions with intelligence. All you wanted was to star on Broadway, and you had finally done it.

You suddenly couldn’t imagine leaving them. The Avengers were your family, and your entire life, down to living in Stark Tower. Steve Rogers, known to most as Captain America, was your boyfriend. Your entire life was intertwined with the team, and you felt a little bit sick at the thought of leaving.

But this was your dream job. Tony had promised that if you ever left, you’d always be welcomed back. And, you knew that they wouldn’t kick you out, you’d always have a home with them, and a family.

But telling them frightened you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” You nodded at the director, who greeted you warmly.

You were embraced and welcomed. The rest of the cast introduced themselves to you and you ran through a couple rehearsals.

After your shifts, you managed to slip away. Steve was gone on missions, and everyone else was too busy to notice your constant absence. You were thankful for the busy insanity, it gave you more time to keep your secret about the musicals.

You came home one night, the Wednesday before your show. When you walked through the door, it was already past midnight. The rehearsal ran late, and you were stressed and exhausted from working full time, practicing full time, and sneaking around.

“Where’ve you been, Y/N?”

Steve’s deep voice startled you, his massive frame leaning in your bedroom doorway. You didn’t fear Steve, you knew he’d never hurt you, but he looked mad.

“Fuck! You scared me,” you breathed, your hand going to your chest. You dropped your bag and he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s almost one in the morning. Security says you come home late every night I’m not here. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You swallowed, unprepared for having to tell him right now. You sighed, running your hands through your hair and turning to him.

“Um...”

“If there’s someone else, just tell me. I don’t want to be blindsided.”

Your head shot up and you gasped.

“Oh my god you think... NO! Steve, my love, of course not. I would never cheat on you. I love you more than life.”

Steve stood up off of the doorframe and walked toward you, tilting your chin up.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

His stern command made your knees weak, and you held his arms to steady yourself. You were shaking, and Steve was worried. He didn’t think you’d cheat on him, and he was right. But now, he was concerned that something even more sinister was going on. He didn’t know how Stark had managed to let you run around under the radar. Whenever you left, you took the subways, and always shut off your phone.

“Are you in trouble? Y/N, if you’re in danger-”

“It’s nothing like that, Steve. I swear.”

He patiently waited for you to elaborate, and your breathing grew unsteady as you tried to explain yourself. You were getting nervous, irrational fears that your new job would come between you flooding your mind.

“Talk to me, baby.”

“I got another job... I got the lead in Heathers on Broadway. Our first show is next weekend. I didn’t want anyone to know because I won’t be able to be full time with the Avengers, and I didn’t want it to come between us,” you were hyperventilating, your explanation rushed.

“Y/N! That’s fantastic!” Steve spun you around, surprising you.

“R-really?”

“Yes! This is your dream, baby, I’m so so proud of you!” Steve celebrated, his eyes filling with delight for you.

“Thank you!” You shrieked, the fear fading as you laughed in his arms.

“I’m so happy for you, and everyone else will be too! Oh baby, I’m sorry we didn’t know sooner. Nothing is going to change, but we are going to support you. Unconditionally.” Steve promised, kissing you passionately, both of his hands cradling your face and his beard tickling you.

Steve was waiting when you rushed out from backstage, still in your costume. You jumped into his arms with a scream, giggling as he squeezed you. All of your friends surrounded you with shrieks of congratulations and clapping, making you laugh and giggle.

You were hugged by all of them, and it felt like the life was nearly squeezed out of you. Bucky had a massive bouquet of roses for you, and you giggled and blushed.

“Thank you!”

“You were amazing, Y/N. Come on, we have reservations,” Stark tried to lead everybody.

“Let me change, quick!” You begged, kissing Steve briefly before running back to the dressing rooms.

“Congrats Y/N!” The cast cheered for you and you thanked them, changing into a glittery red outfit to go out with your boyfriend and friends.

“You’ve got the whole Avengers team here to cheer for you,” someone noted, making you giggle.

“They’re my family!!!”

You squeezed Steve’s hand as your group was led into a five-star restaurant. You kissed him happily, and listened to your friends dote on you and your amazing performance. You were delighted and overwhelmed by the support, including their excitement for you to become a full-time actor. Tony had agreed to send you on missions between shows at your request, and you swore you’d still be able to do some data research for them.

“Don’t worry about that now. You always have a place with us. For now, let’s celebrate!” Tony squeezed your shoulder.

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Chapter one: Amusement

⊰𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔’ 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕 / 𝑱𝑱𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕⊱

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"I'm not here for your amusement, you're here for mine"

-John Lyndon

"Come on Pope, you can't leave me alone with a bunch of old people, I need you, besides, it'll look good on your college application," JJ grabbed Pope's shoulders.

"Why do you always have to drag me into your shit?" he studied the many booths that were in the middle of school.

"Because you never say no,"

"Well, I'm gonna start to eventually," he huffed quickly scanning the pamphlet, it actually sounded like a good idea.

"Please," the blonde boy elongated the word for a more convincing effect.

"What makes you think that I wanna go take care of a bunch of old people?"

"They're not just any old people, old queer people, which I'm not gonna lie it's kinda brilliant that they did that, it makes sense,"

"What's the name of the place again?"

"Cup of Teaside,"

Pope couldn't help but chuckle, he wasn't sure which one was funnier, the name of the place, or the simplicity of his tone.

"Don't laugh, it was that or the Rehab center, they really don't give you a lot of options when it comes to community service, thank god my judge took pity on me"

"That's what happens if you get caught stealing,"

"We get it, golden boy, I fucked up, now, please help me not be so miserable,"

"I fucking hate you," the Heyward boy walked to begin the paperwork of said retirement home.

"I love you too! Asshole!" JJ made everyone around them turn to him.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

They were called to start on the 7th of December and when they first looked at the pictures of the place, they assumed they stole pictures from some fancy-ass hotel somewhere, but when they arrived, they realized they won the lottery of retirement homes.

"Holy shit," JJ mumbled as he spun his head around in disbelief, "I feel like the rich old lady from Aristocats is gonna come out of one of these rooms at any time,"

"That's an old-ass reference, I'm shocked you even know that movie,"

"I used to have a babysitter who played it for me all the time,"

"Mr. Maybank and Mr. Heyward, welcome!" the receptionist joyfully spoke, "I figured you weren't gonna be here since you're already an hour late,"

"Sorry, our Ferri was a little delayed, coming to the Mailand isn't easy," Pope quickly lied, he was used to coming up with excuses on the spot to cover for JJ.

"I understand, but please don't let it happen again, all the others were here on time and I don't like to make exceptions, understood?"

They both nodded.

"Okay, well, my name is Riley Scott and I'm gonna give you your tour around the building, follow me please," the woman didn't give them time to answer as she stepped to the back door, "As you probably already know, 'Cup of Teaside' began as a small project due to the extreme harassment that our queer elders were getting on regular retirement homes,"

"Yes!" a small voice crack escaped Pope's voice that made JJ snort, "I read that 9 out of 10 started to develop anxious and depressive conducts due to this,"

"I would like to say that was impressive, but unfortunately someone who was in time for the tour said it before you,"

"If you didn't find it impressive there was no need in being oblivious about it, you could've just ignored him," JJ grimaced at her.

Riley followed his advice and spared him a response.

"She's so fucking rude," he whispered to himself.

"Riley, where's my margarita? I asked for it over an hour ago," A lady's voice interrupted their path.

"I don't know Mrs. Ellison, did you bother to ask a waiter for it?"

"Yes! Of course, I did!" the woman with the glittery gown exaggerated.

"Alright, I'll get it, you two, please wait here," she commanded the two boys.

When Riley left them alone, Mrs. Elliot sighed in relief, "Okay, we don't have a lot of time, she's surprisingly quick to prepare any drink, I think she practices at home a little too much if you know what I mean," she took a flask out of her handbag, "She's been working here for over two years and she didn't even get my name right," she shook her head taking a sip, "Rule number one of this place, don't trust Riley, she's a bitch, if you have any questions ask literally anyone but her, got it?"

They agreed in silence.

"Oh come on, don't be like that! What are your names?"

"This is Pope, and I'm JJ," the blonde offered his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both, I'm Alma Ellison, but please just call me Alma, now, let me get you a real tour of this shitshow," she opened the door to the backyard, "Let's start with the easy ones, that right there," she pointed to her left, "That's were our botanical garden and greenhouse, aka, the Sapphics zone, my wife is there all the time, if you ever need her just look for your stereotypical bottom femme lesbian times a hundred and you'll find her. Protip, if you ever need to get work done there, always ask the women how to do it, they hold a very close bond to their plants and animals, so never try and do anything 'Bitchy Riley' tells you to do. Always. ask. the lesbians, I learned it the hard way,"

They proceeded to walk inside the section, after their presence was noticed, everyone began to wave at them. The garden was heavily decorated with arches and small statues, Alma warned them to not lose her out of sight because it was very common for people to get lost in the maze. It was quite endearing to look at, it had a fairytale-like feeling to it that made it even more enchanting, the smell could easily hypnotize your senses into automatic joy.

"Alma, what are you doing here? Last time I checked we want to keep our roses alive!" Someone beamed beside them.

"Very funny Joanna!"

The two women laughed and hugged.

"Now, who are these two?" Joanna took her gloves off.

"This is JJ, and Pope, they're volunteers,"

"Hi," Pope shyly smiled.

"How are you, ma'am?" JJ saluted her.

"Let me guess, chaotic bisexual and soft pan?"

"That's exactly what I thought!" Alma admitted.

"Right?" The dark-skinned woman's smile grew wider.

JJ frowned his brows in confusion, "Did you just assume our sexualities? We barely said two words to you,"

"Are we wrong?"

"Yes, actually, I'm straight,"

Upon hearing JJ's words, the two women burst out laughing uncontrollably making him slightly upset.

"It's- It's the delusion for me," Joanna managed to pant out.

"Oh my god," Alma whipped off her tears, "It's him questioning our gaydar for me,"

"Ah, you just made my day kiddo,"

"Alright, I have a tour to continue, see you around,"

"Bye,"

They reached the greenhouse, the change from one environment to the other was abrupt, it was maybe the glass ceiling, or perhaps the unsettling silence that surrounded them, but now the first reaction that their brains managed to get out, was to instantly relax. It wasn't as impressive and intimidating as the garden, but you could understand why Alma explained it was everyone's favorite place to read, it was cozy, warm, and welcoming.

"That's my wife, isn't she beautiful?" Mrs. Ellison pointed at a woman with blue monolid eyes, she was wearing a loose dress adorned with pink leaves, "Now you understand the stereotypical-femme thing?"

Alma's partner saw them and delicately moved towards them, although her wife found it completely normal, the beauty of her walk shocked them, her grace and smoothness gave the illusion of her levitating. They greeted with a small peck and both boys couldn't help but pout at their cuteness.

"Please tell me you didn't steal them from Riley?"

"I had to! She was being even meaner than usual,"

The wife rolled her eyes playfully, "I'm Ophelia, it's a pleasure to meet you,"

"The pleasure is ours," Pope tried to give out his hand.

"I'm not really and handshake person, can I give you a hug?"

"Yeah, sure," Pope leaned down slightly to reach her height, "I'm Pope, by the way,"

Although her arms felt slightly fragile, they transmitted strong security and safety.

"And you are?" Ophelia turned.

"I'm JJ,"

"Can I give you a hug JJ?"

"I uh- yeah, why not?"

"Don't feel obligated if you don't want to, I asked you for a reason, you can say no,"

"Oh," JJ was slightly shocked, people usually force you into meaningless physical touch, "Um, can I shake your hand instead?"

"Of course!"

Her soft skin was a new pleasant sensation against how jagged his was.

"Have you taken them to the beach already?"

"No, I was about to,"

Soon enough, all three of them were now located above the wooden floor of the port. People around them were during various activities like playing poker, sleeping, chatting, or painting the view. It was weirdly chaotic yet calm, everyone appeared to be too involved in their bubble of thought and conversation, no one bothered those outside. It was a nice place to be invisible, to hide, to think; with the sound of the waves, the muffled laughs and dialogue, the sunset, the seagulls, the fish, the sand.

"If you're ever out here, try to come with the best mindset you can have, you can easily detect anyone angry, mad, or sad and it tends to ruin everyone else's mood around you," Alma softly spoke, "I come here most days to stare into the ocean, I love it, I used to draw actually, but with my shivers, it's just impossible at this point, so I like to watch and imagine the colors navigating through the paper," she took a deep breath and grinned, "It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Very," they both said in unison.

"Alright, then, let's go inside,"

The last place to explore was the rest of the compound that was located under the roof, Pope took mental notes of all the instructions Alma gave them:

-"Volunteers don't usually work in the kitchen, but when they do, they mostly wash dishes and serve food, get latex gloves for both of those tasks,"

-"There is no option, YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO KNOCK before entering anyone's room, the elderly do not care anymore and so they have no prude,"

-"If you're in charge of bingo, always try to keep a neutral demeanor, these bitches will fight anyone to death if that gets them to win,"

-"Wednesday nights in the rooftop are for Drag shows, try not to sit in the first three rows, those bitches will read through filth,"

-"Never ask anyone their pronouns, they probably forgot, just ask me and I'll tell ya,"

-"Never suggest a show or movie if you have to guard the TV room, people who hang out here are worse than bingo players,"

-"The basement is filled with all the Christmas decorations that you're gonna be asked to put up in a few days, pack your masks and gloves, the dust piles up like the fucking Sahara desert,"

"Alright gentlemen, this is where we finish, the reception, the same place where you started, do you have any questions?"

"No, I think we're good, thank you so much Mrs.-"

"No Mrs. Just call me Alma, Pope,"

"Thank you, Alma,"

"Thank you for saving us from Riley," JJ smiled.

"No problem, I'm happy to help, but I'm even happier to have such kind boys to help us around, I know you'll enjoy your time around here,"

"I'm sure we will," Pope confessed.

"Okay then, you're free to go, I'll see you tomorrow,"

With a pleasant hand-shake that all three consented to make, the two teenagers were now returning in the last Ferri.

"Come on say it," JJ bit his bottom lip excitedly, "You loved it," he hit his arm.

"It was nice," Pope accepted.

"Nice? Dude, those people live better than we'll ever will, and we're gonna be there! We're gonna have the time of our lives in this Community Service," he hugged Pope's shoulders.

"You're only saying that because I'm gonna be there for your amusement,"

"Well, the roles had to reverse at some point, I can't always be everyone's jester, now you get to return the favor of every smile I've put on your face,"

"You're a horrible person,"

"Hey, I'm your favorite horrible person,"

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