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tender-rosiey · 4 months

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i need more dad!gojo pls 😔🙏🏼

sulking — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: there was an anon that requested this scenario specifically but for some reason I genuinely can't find their ask so anon if you see this, i hope you will like it! <3

“s/n! get your tiny naked butt over here!”

your son squeals as he waddles away from his chasing dad and goes towards you, “mama!”

“yes, honey?” you reply, before turning towards your son and finding him all naked. at least, he didn’t escape from the tub, since he is still dry.

you giggle and pick him up, “what are you doing you little trouble maker?”

he kicks his feet and points upstairs, “pa!”

“oh, you’re escaping from papa?”

your son nods eagerly, looking around for any sign of said man.

“found you!”

your son squeals and hides his face in the crook of your neck. you pet his hair and look towards your husband who is…also butt-naked. you sigh, “satoru, at least wear your boxers before you chase the kid.”

“aw come on, wifey; it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he smirks, leaning towards you and lovingly kissing your cheek, “plus you deserve a show every once in a while.”

you pinch his nose, making him abruptly pull back with a pout, “if you want to give me a show, don’t do it in front of our son, you over-grown pack of hershey’s.”

“do you mean the cookies and cream one?” satoru says, eyes shining at the mention of one of his favorite snacks.

“yes, and I hate it.”

he gasps audibly, before taking s/n from your arms and into his own, “let’s go, s/n! we shall not tolerate mom’s slander for the hershey’s again!”

and so your husband marches back with his (still butt-naked) son to the bathroom.

satoru sets s/n on the sink, and looks down at the tub, “hey, at least the bathtub is full now,” he puts his hand in the water, “and it isn’t too cold for your small butt.”

s/n gives satoru his angriest look, before looking away with a huff.

satoru chuckles before tickling him, “you’re so cute,” s/n breaks character and starts giggling, and satoru starts cooing, “you act like your mama when I annoy her.”

satoru swiftly picks him up in one arm and points at the stash of bath bombs, “which one do you want to use?” he walks towards the box, and s/n instantly holds it with his strong hands.

satoru laughs, “oh you want all?”

s/n doesn’t respond. instead, he aggressively pulls the box towards him, luckily, satoru is able to hold it in his other hand before it fell.

he looks at his son with a pout, “you were going to create a mess, little guy.”

“mess!” your son claps and your husband can’t find it in him to scold him.

so your husband joins in on his chaos and raises him up high, “yes, big mess!”

your son squeals, reaching for his dad’s cheeks. then he starts rubbing his face on satoru’s the moment he is low enough to reach him.

he starts biting satoru’s cheeks and screams, “love you, baby!”

“love you too, my little buttered cookie,” satoru coos, unfazed by the baby eating him alive. he doesn’t let him linger though as he pulls him off his face, “time for a bath, stinky.”

s/n frowns and tries smacking satoru, but your husband quickly gets into the bath. the moment s/n touched the water, he started clapping and trying to dive deeper into the water.

satoru held him just above the water so he doesn’t fall into the bathbomb-filled water, “nuh-uh, you’re not going to fall face first into the water,” satoru spins s/n so he can settle him into the bath butt-first.

s/n wastes no time in playing with the soap foam and starts splashing everywhere.

your son is sat on the stair of the bathtub—a huge bathtub by the way, satoru specifically ordered this one for other activities though. s/n is beyond the moon and almost treats the little stair like his throne.

your husband can’t stop smiling, to the point his face starts aching, and he starts using the bubbles to form two little cat ears on s/n’s head.

your son’s curiously keeps trying to look up, but starts huffing when he can’t see the top of his head.

satoru then decides that the best solution is—“y/nnnnn! can you come over here with a camera?”

“okayyyy!” he hears you yell and shifts his attention to s/n to keep him entertained until you appear.

he leans down a little, exposing the top of his own head to his son and challenges him, “do your worst.”

your son’s—clearly inherited—competitive nature fuels him into gathering as much as bubbles as he can to place it on his dad’s head.

after that, he starts diligently molding the foam into the shape he had in mind. satoru just keeps on humming quietly, letting s/n do his magic.

once s/n finishes, he retracts his hand and clumsily mimics his dad’s proud pose, and satoru feels happier and happier as he spends time of his little ball of joy.

caught up in his emotions, he picks up s/n to hug him, but s/n slips from satoru’s grasp and into the water.

your husband is panicked right away, hands frantically searching and splashing around to get hold onto anything of his son.

he has half a mind to blast all the water away, but quickly decides against it, especially when he hears a “boo!” behind him.

your husband turns to s/n, who is giggling at finally getting to his father, and hugs him tightly, “papa’s sorry he dropped you, s/n.”

s/n, ever the empath, starts imitating what he see you and satoru do when the other is sad: he starts patting his dad’s back with a murmur of “’s ‘kay.”

satoru thinks he is going to sob right then and there, but you finally enter the bathroom, and satoru and s/n quickly perk up at your presence.

“mama!”

“wifey!” satoru grins and starts scrambling to make a new pair of cat ears on s/n.

and so you’re met with one of the cutest sights of your baby that you have ever seen. he is beaming with a smile so contagious that you don’t even notice one being instantly on your face.

he is also sporting a pair of bubble cat ears, so, of course, you get out your phone and start snapping away.

“s/n, look at mama!”

“yay!”

after a couple of photos, you hear someone clear his throat, and you look to your side to see a very pouty satoru. he huffs and looks away from you, “imagine ignoring the love of your life for a small mochi.”

“we made this small mochi, ‘toru.”

“exactly!” he declares then locks eyes with you, “that means I am the original and I should be appreciated more, anyway—what do you think of his cat ears?”

your husband’s tone switches almost instantly and starts fangirling about s/n, taking him into his arms and lightly bouncing him on knee, “he is so cute! almost as cute as me, right?!”

“you’re so right! he is the cutest cutie to ever exist!” you coo, arms reaching out to s/n, and your son throws himself into your arms with no hesitation.

you secure in your hold before chuckling, “you’re mama’s cute boy, right?”

you feel satoru stare daggers at your soul, but ignore him for the time being, “did you actually shower or do anything to clean, s/n? you smell stinky.”

your son frowns at that and buries his face in your shoulder to sulk. you stifle a giggle and question your husband about something that has been on your mind since you entered, “also, satoru—“

he perks up.

“—what is that blob of bubbles on your head supposed to be?”

and that, my friend, is how you got stuck in the bathtub with your two boys, each burying their face into your shoulders and—you guessed it—sulking.

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hwajin · 1 year

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kathy look i’m going insane

when i tell you i KNEW what the video would be CUZ I AM GOING INSANE AS WELL LIKE THAT DID NOT LOOK LIKE YOU LOADED A GUN SIR EXPLAIN 🎤🎤🎤

#LITERALLY (S)CREAMED WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS #blushed and giggled and kicked my feet and crawled the walls he's so *$*÷*$*×*%*×*$***JAJDIDIW #kathys asks #🍡—moots!!#☆—rin!!

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gardnhee · 2 months

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‘just friends?’ - cbg

𐙚 ~ warning(s). suggestive, brief hair pulling, manhandling, fluff, lover boy gyu, intentional lowercase, some cursing, gyu n reader joke arnd a lot (way too much but i love it), pet names, not proofread - if i missed anything lmk !!

𐙚 ~ friends to loversss - college!bsf!bg x afab!reader

i. “what?“

ii. “what are you saying?”

iii. “we’re just ‘friends’?”

𐙚 ~ note. love their dynamic sm yall i was kicking my feet n shi while writing this (hope it does the same for you!)

𐙚 ~ wc. 1.8k

you fought against your drowsiness as the professor endlessly blabbers on and on about something you don’t care to understand. she occasionally switched between slides with no warning, inducing several groans from the students; little to no interest shown from her part.

you look around the full auditorium, dim with only a cream-ish light pointing straight at the professor as she glances upon the weary students seated before her.

with a low grunt you lean back in your chair, staring at the dark ceiling when you felt a faint tap on your shoulder, followed by a small “hey” in your ear. you flinched slightly as a scowl of disbelief made its way on your face.

“can’t believe you just got here…” you whisper, “so irresponsible, choi beomgyu.” he sat down, bowing and sheepishly smiling at the professor as she glared at him for his unpunctuality.

beomgyu’s eyes travel to you, “irresponsible? nah… i studied ahead of time.” he whispered as you scoffed, eyes fixed upfront.

after some time, another tap. you smile and rolled your eyes playfully, the brown haired boy smirked and flicked your arm.

you furrow your eyebrows and gawk at him, “what?” you mutter.

“let’s hangout today?”

“we hung out yesterday…and the day before…and the day before that.”

“so? we can still hangout again.”

“we have an exam tomorrow.”

“let’s study together then.” before you can respond, someone shushes you both harshly. sticking your tongue out at beomgyu, he does the same, scooting closer soon after.

“so?” he pokes your thigh, your sides, everywhere he has access to; anything to get an answer from you.

“yes, dumbass! now let me pay attention.” you smack his hands away, earning a glare.

“as if you were paying attention before.” beomgyu grumbled and crossed his arms with a pout.

୨୧

“you couldn’t shower in your own dorm?” beomgyu questions as he moves aside, letting you in. you knew he was trying to annoy you. typical.

brushing him off has become your forte for the past 2 years and a half. with a friend like beomgyu, however, that is a curse, because he won’t stop until you can’t ignore him anymore, something he’s unfortunately good that.

“bringing your sweaty ass in here like it’s nothin’” he makes his way to the living room, where you were now standing. you turn to him, placing your hands on your hips as you counter, “well then i guess i’ll shower so you won’t have to study with my ‘sweaty ass.’” beomgyu giggles, putting his hands together as he mouths a ‘please’ and nods frantically.

“you’re so stupid!”

“what?! you walked right into that one!”

you try to slap his arm, but he dodges and circles around, laughing behind you.

“gimme your backpack.” beomgyu offers after the laughter died down, grabbing it from your shoulder and swinging it over his, then walking off to his room.

୨୧

“that’s wrong, yn…” he murmurs beside you, making you look at him as he doesn’t move his eyes from the paper, narrowed in concentration.

“look…” beomgyu continues, but you weren’t listening. you were staring - no, admiring - him. you don’t know what it is. perhaps it’s the fact that you’ve liked this man since you first laid eyes on him? maybe he just looks absolutely and utterly delectable?? you blink, why are you now realizing that he’s wearing a loose black shirt? so loose it exposes his collarbones whenever he leans forward to explain something to you?

“yn? hello?” gyu waves his hand in front of your face, a frown on his as he stares in concern.

“sorry i…” you clear your throat awkwardly, trying to ignore how beautiful he looks sitting there and how much it’s affecting you…everywhere.

“what’s going on in that head of yours? hm?” beomgyu wiggles his eyebrows as he leans in, “hmmmmm?” he prods, smiling.

you tsk, hugging your knees to your chest.

“nothin…” you reply under your breath.

“you sure? your face is red…” he reaches out, cupping your cheeks, “and hot…” beomgyu studies your features with intent, eyes widening as he gasps, kneeling closer, “do you have a fever?!” he exclaims.

you sharply inhale, letting go of your knees to hold onto his wrists, losing your way in a pretty pair of eyes that hold a thousand galaxies in them.

you sit there in silence, so silent you could practically hear your heart hammering against your chest.

beomgyu’s now hovering over you, face leaning so close you can just…kiss-

“i…im okay.” you gently take his hands off your face, he blinks and nods, sitting back slowly.

“i’m sorry i worried-“

your phone rang.

you pick it up from the table and stare at it, a big “mom” displayed on the screen. you cleared your throat again, answering.

“hi mom! how are you?”

“that’s great! me? oh yeah im good, currently studying.”

“no im not alone, im with beomgyu.”

you put her on speaker, “say hi” beomgyu smiles, an enthusiastic ‘hi’ erupting from his throat.

before you could take her off speaker, your mom asks, “is that the little boyfriend you always talk to me about?” your eyes widen as you stare at beomgyu’s amused expression, scrambling to put the phone to your ear again.

“mom, we’re only friends.” you retort matter-of -factly

you awkwardly smile at gyu who’s eyes were shifting between you and the phone.

“yes, yes…well, mom i have to go. talk to you later, bye.” you quickly hang up, sighing in relief as you set your phone back down on the table.

“what?” gyu questions, your ears perk up as you swallow hard, waiting for what’s inevitably coming your way.

“what are you saying?” he leans in, observing how your face heats up again.

“i…”

“we’re just ‘friends?’ i don’t think you want that, do you?”

“well, no, but…” you slapped a hand over your mouth, amazed that you let that slip.

“see?”

you choke on your spit, standing up. “i think i’ll just…” you grab your phone, making your way to your backpack.

you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, “don’t avoid me.” there was something in his voice, something you couldn’t quite pin point.

gyu brings you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, caging you in. “i’m not avoiding im just…” “scared i’ll push you away?” his tone was serious, yet it dripped honey; you were melting into his arms.

you nod, “mortified almost.” resting your forehead against his toned chest, beomgyu grabs your hand, placing your palm flat beside your head. his heartbeat…you felt his heartbeat. intense; making a statement.

“do you still think that?”

“wha…?” your voice trails off, staring at him with eyes so wide it felt as if they’d pop out your sockets.

“c’mere.” beomgyu leads you to his bed.

“how long?”

you look at him in a quizzical manner, “what do you mean?” he licks his lips as you sit, “how long have you…liked me?” gazes at you expectantly, small smile tugging at his lips.

“since we first met 2 years ago.” it sounded cliché to say out loud, but it’s simply the truth.

his eyebrows raised, so you opted to giving an explanation. “at first, it was an incredibly small crush…” you paused, eyes traveling to the ceiling.

“i saw you as more of a friend than a potential partner,” he slowly nodded, letting you know he’s listening. “but when we started becoming closer, i realized it wasn’t just a trivial crush anymore. i saw - and see- a future with you.” you avoided his eyes, “i can’t believe im opening up like this…” you both chuckle, you finally turn to him. “i’m…assuming you feel the same way? i mean…” your voice fizzles away as you touch his chest again, heart still pounding.

“i do, more than you think.” beomgyu spoke with a sort of calmness, like the faint sound of waves crashing into the shore, a tremendous contrast to his usual mannerisms.

you basked in said calmness, it brings you peace, contentment, reassurance.

he holds your hand, caressing it with his thumb. your eyes meet, smiling, indulging in the tranquil silence that sets in between.

“can i kiss you?” and just like that, the silence was soothingly blown away. you nod, heart racing as beomgyu edges closer, placing a soft hand on your thigh.

“may i…sit on your lap?” gyu smirks at your request, “of course, princess.” his plush lips meet yours, smiling against them when he heard you gasp. hands coming down to your waist, maneuvering you sit where you wanted.

you whine into his mouth as he grabs your ass, firmly grinding your hips against his. “fuck.” beomgyu’s words are muffled, almost incoherent.

you caress his nape with one hand, the other tracing his stomach over his shirt all the while he drew on your back softly under yours, sending shivers down your spine.

the kiss was more demanding, a messy tangling of tongues, a dialogue of whines and breathy moans that only you two can understand; it was a pleasant high that you don’t want to fall from, an euphoric feeling that travels from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. you loved it.

“beomgyu…?” you breath, breaking away from his delicious lips, ones you’d like to devour entirely.

“yes?”

“i love you.” you smile, gazing down at him with those eyes that he loves so fucking much.

beomgyu’s breath hitched, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, mouth opening and eyes blinking.

before you could react, he had you flat against the mattress, peering at you with lustful eyes.

“i love you more, yn.” his lips find purchase in your exposed collarbones, sucking gently as you twitch, fingers pulling his brown strands as a broken moan escapes from his godly mouth.

“will you give me the pleasure of calling you my girlfriend?” his voice was laced with mischief, you crack into a fit of giggles, brushing through his thick locs.

“nothing’s funny!” gyu pouts, “i know, you’re just so cute.” you run your finger down the bridge of his nose, booping the end.

“yes dummy, i’ll gladly be your girlfriend.” an ear to ear grin made its way onto his face, replacing the pout from earlier. beomgyu lays his head on your chest, hugging you as he childishly kicks his feet against the bed from excitement.

“now,” you start again, hooking your legs around his waist in order to straddle him again.

he falls on the mattress with a small huff, hair beautifully splayed across the surface as he looks up at you with wide eyes.

“i’m not done with you, choi beomgyu.”

he chuckled sheepishly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“do as you please, beautiful.”

𐙚 ~ idk how to feel ab this BUT please like, comment, and reblog. it would be highly appreciated 🤍.

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agustdiv1ne · 4 months

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in no particular order, here are my favorite fics that i've read this year!! please show a lot of love to all of these wonderful authors <3 (also please heed their rules, esp for nsfw fics!!)

part of my 2023 wrap up!

@koqabear

um like. quite literally everything sol has posted this year. i am being so serious. check out their masterlist right NEOWWWW and read EVERYTHING

@blackhairedjjun

flowers of every color — i could rave about this series for like 10 hours straight, i'm not even kidding. it's sweet with the perfect amount of angst to really draw you in, i fell in love with every character more and more with each chapter <3 now where is my prince!jjunie :(

@tyunkus

amazon wishlist (m) — me when me when me when roommate!tyun offers to fuck me...god, i need this so bad

@jishyucks

gloves & dittany — OHHHHH how i love this fic...one of the best harry potter aus i have ever read, and with yeonjun?? slytherin!yeonjun!!!! ooooo you really got me good, op <3

bittersweet — *cowboy cat meme* DRUNK SOOOOOOOOOB i think this wins the award for being the cutest fic i read in the year of 2023

@beom-pyu

i can't swim, idiot! (m) — i will never not shut up about this fic...just faking married? with beomgyu?? with feelings involved??? yeah. Yeah <3

like the moon — merman!kai you will always be famous to me, one of my all-time favorites by far!!!!!

@toruro

answers (m) — this academic rival!taehyun fic had me screaming crying gnawing on my leg like wtf mika. how could you do this to me. i am dead now.

@hyukalyptus

something nice (m) — i went SOOOO insane over this fic like the dynamics were just. scrumptious. i love yeonkai i love this fic i love hp for writing this yes yes yes

like, never ever? (m) — ohhhh my god. this one really got me good,, dom best friend!beomgyu giving mc her first orgasm?? sign me tf up !!!!!!

@qqtxt

sway with me — i sent this in for their 1k event i just :')))) i love this so so so much!!!! dancing with yeonjun is my dream, so thank you for taking my request op!! <3

@hueareloved / @huenation

my love mine all mine (m) — the most tender and soft and SWEET nsfw fic i have ever read, so in love with this and sleepy lovesick jjunie AGHH brb rereading this

ditto — ohhhh how i love angst. amor's writing style is beautiful and it made this beomgyu fic that much more heart-wrenching <3

@huckleberrykai

laundry basket (m) — no bc this went CRAZYYY with the perv!mc thing, savored every single word of this kai fic tbh

comfy cozy (m) — CUTE AF. i am the biggest proponent of soft smut and berry writes it so well <3 i loveee soft yeonjun more than life itself

@aduh0308 / @banggyu0308

yeehaw (m) — OKAYYY cowboys!taejun fucking destroyed me like. i don't think i ever recovered from this

berry sorbet (m) — i need kai to be my soulmate rn wtf. cute n sweet and i loved it

@boba-beom

airport crush pt.2 (m) — the minute smiles told me she was working on airport crush pt.2 i passed away. nothing could have prepared me for this fic, it destroyed me in the best way...god, i need yeonjun so bad

trapped in your game (m) — i salivated. i quaked. i (s)creamed. best friend!yeonjun, please hmu </3

@napofamoon / @mazeinthemoon

you're the one love (m) — moonie ATE with this fallen angel!yeonjun fic!! i love sacrilege n this was just sooo hot

@tubatwo

workaholic — this made me giggle and kick my feet so hard...i love you cafe boss taehyun, pls marry me

@hyuk4ngel

honeymoon avenue — i. love. angst. and fay is exceptionally talented at writing it!! taehyun better watch out tho >:(

@mapofthemazeinthemirror / @afterbluehours

untitled (m) — this yeonbin x reader fic is SOOOO hot like. i screamed. i cried. i rolled around in a fetal position because it just made me so insane

@nightlyawnzz

duality (m) — OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDD i think this is one of the hottest kai fics i have ever read in my entire life. i don't often see kai as a hard dom in fics so this opened my eyes (can't wait for the final part!!)

@scintillasofbeomgyu

you are in love — one of my jjunie comfort fics!!! sweet n soft and everything to me :')

@petrichor-han

twenty-three suns (m) — rain's writing style hits me straight in the gut, especially with this summer fling au with taehyun :') lovely yet heart-wrenching and AGHH i love this

@ncteez

untitled (m) — UMMM this camboy!yeonjun fic altered the trajectory of my entire life. i fucking die every time i read this, like it has to be laced with crack or something

menace (m) — this was batshit INSANE LIKEEEE gangster!yoongi fucked me up so bad (in the best way)

@yeonboy

never meet your heroes — ONE OF MY FAVS EVER. LIKE. COLLEGE AU WITH SOOBIN???? I AM SO OBSESSED YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND

@ijhyo

how to get the girl — i ate this up SO hard. i just adore both the mc and beomgyu's characters in this, definitely another all-time favorite of mine

@cheolhub

head (m) — SAR YOU WERE INSANE FOR THIS. sub!soobin makes me so feral and this made my brainrot even worse UGHHH

@starbandit

backseat (m) — oh. oh yeah. now this is everything to me, best friend!yeonjun + car sex = a very very happy me

@tonicandjins

learning languages (m) — i don't often read donghyuck fics (or nct fics in general), but this one. oh, this one is beautiful. it made me cry, it made go through so many emotions i just. read this right now, you won't regret it

@heart2beom

cliche — i still vividly remember this first time that i read this, the dialogue is hilarious and it is just sweet n fluffy n AGHH i will forever adore this fic <3

and some more accounts with amazing fics!!!: @majestyjun @hyewka @taegimood @naomiarai @hyuk4sbf @fairyofshampgyu @enha-cafe @moonhoures @wolfytae-exe @dearlyjun @heartchoi @sook9i @tinietaehyun @minastras

a big thank you to all of these writers for sharing your works!! <3

#2023 wrap up #lmk if any links are wrong!!

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edensdahlia · 10 months

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Hey, really appreciate your work! can do something about Ghost waking up on a very cold night and seeing reader shrunken, then he realizes that he is using alone the blanket they share, indicating that while he slept, he pulling the sheet to himself, leaving the reader without the blanket. (sorry for my english, it's not my first language and I used translator, so some parts may be confused 😭💀)

༊*·˚ Inside This Place Is Warm

CHARACTERS: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn! Reader

RATING: SFW

CONTENTS: Exactly what the prompt says, + a little extra, doing skin care for him, super soft Simon, I headcannon he has dyed hair in this, may be ooc, some wintery themes (even though it’s mid-summer where I am lol), established relationship, just lots of fluff, title is a Sweater Weather lyric, nicknames used: love

A/N: Absolutely no worries about your English lovely! I was literally giggling and kicking my feet as I wrote this, I just love him so much :( I live for domestic moments so I honestly may have gotten a little carried away but I really hope you enjoy!

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In the warm glow of the bathroom light, Simon became the picture of pure divinity. Surely, if Nirvana existed it was there between the sun-kissed pink of his cheeks and the way his hair hung, mussed and slightly damp, across his forehead. It was there written into his irises as he peered down at you. Adoring and sickeningly reverent as if you could ask him to split the very Earth for you- to tear apart each layer with his bare hands- and he would do it without hesitation. He would. If you asked.

You slid your fingers through his curls, pushing them away from his face with a gentle sweeping motion. His roots were beginning to grow out, their umber colour striking against the rest of his pale locks. He was due for a touchup soon, and a haircut. A small huff of a laugh escaped you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, attempting to trap your smile behind enamel as you gazed up at him.

“Your hair…” You explained at his imploring look, voice feather-light and so incredibly tender as if you feared anything more would disturb the domestic bubble that had descended upon the room. Simon stepped closer legs slotting into the space between your open thighs, hands pressed to the cool ceramic counter on either side of you.

“’S bad?” He whispered, breath warm against your skin and smelling faintly of mint. His head dipped in your direction crowding closer to you as his eyes searched yours, dangerously easy to get lost in. Hickory and honey melting into an amalgam of a colour so distinctly Simon. Your hand trailed from the crown of his head down to his cheek lingering there fondly before you pulled away, reaching for the jar of facial cream at your side.

“Not at all. Just needs retouched- unless you’re going to grow it out again?” You undid the lid of the container gathering its contents onto the tips of your fingers. It was meant to repair scar tissue and soothe the skin. A luxury he hadn’t thought of affording himself before you.

“Maybe I will. I kinda miss the brown.” Simon’s eyes fluttered closed a content hum echoing from the recess of his chest as the pad of your thumb slid over his cheekbones and down the side of his face, tracing over long-faded scars with a gentleness he’d come to accept. He was spoiled when it came to you. So incredibly spoiled. And the thought didn’t terrify him as it may have in the past. Instead, he relished in it. Took comfort in the way your thumb slid down the bridge of his nose and then across his temples, rubbing soothing circles into his skin with each movement. Every touch sent small jolts of electricity through him as if you were holding a live wire to his skin, molding every nerve of his to the shape of your name.

Your nose nudged his and his mouth parted automatically, lips meeting yours in a brief sleepy kiss. “Bedtime.” You murmured. Simon’s eyes peeled open at the sound of your saccharine voice a rare content smile teasing the corner of his lips and tugging them upward. Your heart thudded painfully against your ribcage, imprinting the marrow of your bones with his blissful expression. How could one person be so beautiful?

Simon wondered the same thing as he gazed down at you.

♡ 。

As it crept into January the weather in Manchester went from mildly annoying to an all-present nuisance. Outside your house the wind began to howl something fierce, the sound drawing Simon into barely there consciousness. True to his callsign it seemed he was always cold. A spectre of frost and ice, built from winter itself. But there buried beneath four blankets he was warm, finally, mercifully warm; and yet something was still missing. He blinked into the darkness waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting as if he’d find what it was in the emerging shapes. The outline of a dresser, a laundry basket with clothes spilling over the top-

Slowly he shifted, limbs like molasses as he rolled over finding the answer to the little voice that nagged in his mind. “Oh love…” Simon’s voice was a breathy sigh the edge of his words turned soft by guilt. Illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the parted curtains was your sleeping form. You were folded together like an origami piece, legs tucked in close to your chest, hands pressed palm to palm in an attempt to regulate your body temperature. Even in the semi-dark, he could see the goosebumps that broke out across your skin.

Simon lifted the blankets reaching out a hand to brush against your arm. You stirred at the contact hands unfolding, reaching out in search of his warmth. His hand slid into yours bringing your knuckles to his lips so he could lay a gentle kiss on each before gathering you in close, pulling you into the safety of the cocoon he’d managed to build for himself.

Your lips parted, a content hum loosening the sudden tightness Simon felt in his chest. The guilt easing into something softer, endearment settling into the empty spaces of his ribcage with a quiet, relieved sigh. His hand flattened along your back dragging down the length of your spine and then back up again in a soothing motion. You snuggled closer to him head tucked into the space between his neck and shoulder.

He waited there with his head resting lightly on yours, waiting for the goosebumps to disappear and your skin to warm beneath his touch. Through the window he watched as snow begin to spiral from the sky, white flakes dancing past on a stray gust of wind, twinkling like stardust in the worn yellow light of a street lamp. There with you tucked into him, warm and alive beneath his fingers, and the snow just beginning to fall Simon Riley found the definition of peace.

#₊˚ପ⊹edensdahlia #₊˚ପ⊹sweetscents #₊˚ପ⊹nonnie!#call of duty mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ‘ghost’ riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x gn reader #gn!reader #ghost fluff #soft simon riley

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-;. bachira meguru as your boyfriend!

; fluff headcanons, wc: 1.3k ; warnings: a lil hurt/comfort but not much! ; author's notes: i love u bachira fr + lmk who u want to see hcs with next!

‣ bachira meguru is OBSESSED with you ‣ from the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to be close to you ‣ so he made it happen! ‣ he spoke to you as often as he could, whether it be texting or calling or in person ‣ he is infatuated with everything you do fr ‣ like, u could hiccup on a call, and bachira will be giggling and kicking his feet like 'teehee my s/o hiccupped' ‣ he gets SO GIGGLY when u do anything like ‣ if you guys are on a walk and u purposefully bump his shoulder he's fr twirling his hair and giggling like a schoolgirl ‣ his love language is 100000% physical touch ‣ and he's not shy about it, not even at the start of your relationship ‣ he's always got to be close to you

‣ holding hands & swingin them while you walk kinda thing ‣ he's into playful, fleeting touches ‣ the type to randomly pepper u with kisses ‣ he also bites???? like not in a hostile or sexual way it just ‣ he likes u sm so he bites u ‣ just.. chomp! every now and then ‣ he loves loves loves seeing you ‣ when he does he calls your name and literally SPRINTS his ass out to wherever you are and gives u the biggest hug ever <3

you jump at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name. whipping around, you see a blur of black and yellow hair hurtling toward you at the speed of light.

before you know it, you're pulled into a tight hug, stumbling back a few paces as you laugh into bachira's hair. you wrap your arms around his head like you're trying to keep him there, grinning into the crook of your neck.

when he finally pulls away, arms still trailing on your waist. his eyes glitter with affection as they look into yours. "i missed you."

you smile. "you saw me yesterday."

bachira shoots you another starry smile and shrugs animatedly: "felt like sooo much longer without you, y'know!"

your heart flutters in your chest and you press your face into his collarbone briefly, before you pull away. his hand finds its place in your own- it fits like it was made for you.

"so," he says, "what are we doing today?"

"ice cream on the pier?"

"you know me so well!"

‣ and for dates: bachira isn't big on casual dates ‣ however, there's this ice cream shop that you're both regulars at! ‣ at least once a week, usually more, in the evenings the two of you meet to grab something sweet and just chill ‣ the two of you sit with your feet swinging off the edge above the water ‣ you each have a new flavor because the place has a rotating menu- you take turns chattering & letting each other try spoonfuls of your ice cream ‣ because of the nature of blue lock & his life path, he's busier than he'd like to be ‣ but trust that he is ALWAYSSSS messaging you ‣ man never leaves u alone ‣ like actually ‣ he ABUSES the 'notify anyway' option when you're on do not disturb ‣ calls you at stupid late hours of night just to prattle on about some stuff that doesn't matter ‣ he's a talker- he loves loves loves speaking with you ‣ his favorite thing about talking to you specifically is that you really seem to listen ‣ his friends nod their heads and play along but they don't get it ‣ you do, and you care- that's one of many things he loves about you ‣ bachira doesn't tell you he loves you often, even though he does ‣ he's got some deep-seated issues highkey LMFAO ‣ you always know he does, though ! it shines through in his little actions and the phrases of adoration he tells you ‣ all his friends/teammates know how much he loves you too ‣ like i said he is OBSESSED ‣ and he lets everyone know ‣ you send him a picture of you doing the most mundane thing? he's shoving his phone in isagi's face saying 'look how cute they are! look! now! here! you're not looking!' ‣ EVERYYYYONEEE is sick of him ‣ 'yes bachira we get it' ‣ but he KEEPS doing it ‣ (his friends are only mildly annoyed- they know how happy u make him so they don't care too much :,) ) ‣ when you're upset: bachira isn't much help ‣ he doesn't really know what to do with your feelings and he's not sure how to help ‣ he really, really wants to but he's at a loss ‣ so he just sits next to you and lets you cling on to him if that's what you want ‣ he'd stay there for as long as you want him, and if it helps, he'll talk to you about inane things that don't matter ‣ he'll talk about the weather and his games today, about isagi and rin's antics, about how dolphins are really good animals, anything that might take your mind off it ‣ he is! perfect! ‣ actually i take it back because ‣ if we're talking domesticity: this man is the best/worst roommate you'll have ‣ does the dishes only if you nag ‣ walks around (almost) naked because he doesn't really care LMFAO ‣ and worst of all he sticks to you like GLUE

"meguru," you scold, "we've gotta go. we're gonna be late."

"but you have to change," he wheedles, arms tethered around your neck as he lets his weight drop to the floor, pulling you down with him.

"and why is that a problem?"

"if you change, then you won't want to come back to bed!"

"yeah. that's the point."

"5 more minutes?" you're basically dragging him along the floor like a mop at this point. you'd kick him if you weren't in love with him.

"bachira meguru." you kick him anyways. he sprawls across the floors like a puddle of water, glaring up at you.

"fine," he sighs, pushing himself up, "fine, fine, fine!"

you extend a hand to pull him up. "c'mon, it'd be rude to be late to kunigami's birthday dinner."

he takes your hand, but tugs sharply- you tumble down onto the bedroom floor on top of him with a huff of air rushing out of your lungs.

"meguru!" he laughs and snakes an arm around you.

"i'm sure kunigami won't mind!"

‣ don't even get me STARTEDDDD on how this guy sleeps. ‣ he fr takes the WHOLE BED ‣ his arms are splayed out in every way possible, his legs too- absolutely starfished as far as he can go ‣ and he's a mfing blanket hog too. ‣ this piece of GARBAGE ‣ you'll have to get your own, but only pull it out once he's asleep- otherwise, he'll take that too ‣ big on c*ddling with you though ‣ he's gotta be touching you in SOME way ‣ typically one of you sleeps with your head on the other's chest, and you swap between positions every so often ‣ he likes it when you mess with his hair <3 ‣ try to put it in braids or pigtails and he'll fall in love ‣ will request you do that regularly LMFAO ‣ this becomes a kind of ritual- on quiet mornings, you'll sit on the edge of your shared bed and he'll be right below you ‣ you brush through his hair and deftly put little braids into it, before sweeping it into whatever style he decides ‣ it's the quiet mornings he shares with you that his love really shines thru- because he can talk to anyone, but it takes a lot of trust for him to let his guard down and be quiet ‣ anyways <3 bachira meguru u are the love of my life!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #meguru bachira x reader #bachira meguru #meguru bachira #bllk #bllk x reader #reader insert

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mrhowells · 8 months

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Smallville 5x06

"How you ever had a crush on Richie Cunningham, I will never understand."

I'm actually so easy to please

"And Lois... *laughs* I'd do anything to get rid of Lois."

but thinking about how annoying she is makes him laugh, soooooo... she's a good influence, I rest my case😌😌

Jonathan knows too, like-

Chloe & Lois as an investigative duo are actually really fun

Lex really lives in Jonathan's head rent free💀💀

ohmygoooooddd

MOTHER.

"She's here to dance."

Chloe really threw Lois under the bus like that I'm cryingsjakjsha

the struggle is real💀

SOOOOO let's see if Jonathan actually apologizes when it turns out Lex didn't do anything

CLARKFNKLJFDISLYS

COVER YOUR EYES SWEET SUMMER CHILD

Lois x bisexual lighting I LIVEEEE

they did that for me😭😌

"I'll have a coke😇" ... "S- straight up, on the rocks.😤"

JAkhsshfdlskaBOOBOO WHAT ARE YOU-

I just choked on my ice cream

LMAOOOOOO bless his heart

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PART 2 I'M CRYINDHSGFJFKD

I'm really not ready for what's about to go down here😭😭

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKEEE MEEEEEEE🎶

Someone needs to go to jail for that music choice💀💀

TOM WELLING YOUR FACE JOURNEYS. LET ME SAY THANK YOU KING🙇‍♀️

this is history in the making. absolutely iconic.

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS WRONG LIKE MEEEEEE🎶🎶

i do wish she was my girlfriend actually they're so right

aaand she's getting into it

ON MY FUCKING KNEES FOR HER MA'AM YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASEEEE

he's kind of giving me:

PLEASEWSWKRJWOPQP

EVERY SINGLE FRAME OF THIS IS SO FUCKING ICONIC LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY??

it's okay bb, we're all looking respectfully right now

💀💀💀THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PT.3

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THIS BEAN

kshadjwka his fight or flight is kicking in😭😭

"What are you doing here?" "What are YOU doing here?"

story of their life fr

the struggle has never been more real, pray for Clark💀

they did that.

smallville writers really did that.

legend behaviour if you ask me

i would like to take this moment and say thank you.

"I've never been in a position where people look up to me."

This is such a silly statement, Jonathan is literally the person Clark looks up to the most. His bigger personality flaws clearly come from Jonathan's influence💀 (not to say he didn't also learn a lot of good traits from him -he absolutely did- but you know)

I'm really curious what Lex's (and Jonathan's) politics are actually, don't be shy writers tell me👀

SIR I NEED YOU TO STEP AWAY FROM MY WIFE IMMEDIATELY

creepy mf

"Hey 007. Nice of you to show up." "I'll start assuming that means thank you?"

giggling kicking my feet

"I can't touch him." "Well, I can."

I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, MOTHERRRR

pls his face😭

he knows he could never be as cool as her

THIS SHOT MAKES ME FERAL

my parents🥹

(listen the shit i went through to upload this last picture tho, i hit the upload limit and had to delete stuff, then i accidentally deleted the whole post for a second🤡 my whole life flashed before my eyes💀💀)

Lex talking about a guy falling in love with his best friend's wife uh oh, no thank youuuuu😬😬

He was making a good point though.

"The thing I always try to remember is, no matter how much le lays on, he never expects more than he expects from himself."

Clark really grew up didn't he😭😭

"What are you doing, you just moved back in."

from the guy who said "I'd do anything to get of Lois." at the beginning of the episode, what in the clownery🤡🤡

All men do is lie.

she's such a menace, I LOVE HER😭😭

AND HE CAN'T STAY MAD AT HER LOOK AT HIS FACEEEEE

they're secret bffs your honor😭

I LOVE THEMMM IT'S ACTUALLY SO SERIOUS

"And you didn't have to come after me but you always do. So I wanted to say thank you. You're a really good friend."

GOING INSANE ON THIS SATURDAY NIGHT

CUT IT OUT YOU ASSHOLES I'M TRYING TO STAY NORMAL UNTIL SEASON 8 QUIT EYE FUCKINGZFGDUWEOAK

well. stay normal challenge failed again but that's exactly how i thought this would go, sooo

Question for the people: should i even tag Lex in posts like this? I don't think twice about tagging characters like Jonathan because I don't expect fans to look through his tag for him specifically, but i know people do it with Lex and I feel bad at the thought of them having to scroll through me losing my mind over Clois with a few Lex mentions in between. Lex fans lemme know

#smallville #5x06 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #jonathan kent #chloe sullivan #ellie's smallville thoughts #lex luthor

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omg im so happy i found your blog, you’ve quickly become one of my new favourite writers !! 😭😭

the pussyjob and dirty talk in your latest nat fic was literally so perfect I s(creamed)🫣

Can you please write a fic with Nat that includes tribbing/scissoring? (only if you’re comfortable with it ofc) I think i’ve only seen like two tribbing fics with Nat in the entirety of tumblr so i’d love to see how you do with it! <33

you and me both! lol. thank you so much<3 i hope you enjoy this

You’re Mine

Summary: When Natasha sees you and Wanda dancing at one of Tony’s famous parties, she does what she can to steal you away and show you who you really belong to.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader , Brief Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Possesive Nat, Jealous Nat, Smut, Scissoring, Fluff, Tony being Tony.

Word Count: 2.4k

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You looked in the mirror for the final time as you put on your jewelry and walked out of your room at the compound. Tony is having another one of his parties and said everyone has to attend that they can’t get out of it. You hated his parties as all anyone did was get black out drunk and sleazy men would always try to hit on you. If you were being honest, you only wanted one person to hit on you and that was a certain red head. Your relationship with Natasha was a weird one. At times she would appear stone cold, only interacting when you went on missions together or had team gatherings. Other times the two of you would flirt and play this game of cat and mouse. Lately, she has been around you more and has made flirtatious jokes along with lingering touches here and there. Your crush on the assassin was one that you can’t get rid of no matter how many times you told yourself she didn’t want you in a romantic way.

You sigh as you enter through the doors and look around you. Tony was at the bar taking shots with Bucky and Sam, already looking like he couldn’t stand on his own two feet for much longer. Steve was chatting with Wanda and Clint in the corner by the bar and Natasha was talking to some guy you’ve not once seen in your entire time of being an Avenger and living in the compound. You roll your eyes as you make your way towards the bar, already desperately needing a drink to get some alcohol in your system. You’re just going to stay at the party for one hour tops and make your way back to your room so you can lay in bed and watch the show that you’re currently watching.

“Y/n! so nice of you to finally join us” you hear Tony slur from beside you, a cup in his hand of God knows what. You stare at him as he stumbles and almost falls. “How are you already this drunk at your own party?” you ask him bewilderingly. He taps you on the back quite harshly, the sudden force catching you off guard as you almost spill your drink on yourself as you stumble forward in your seat. “Watch it Stark, I am not afraid to kick your ass” you glare at him as you put your drink back on the bar countertop. He raises his hands in defense and smirks at you. “Now now no need to get so aggressive, leave that for a certain red head” You roll your eyes and glare at him again but the light tint of pink on your cheeks gives you away.

“How about you shut your mouth because I have no clue what you’re talking about” you take a sip of your drink and turn away from him as you look around you once more. You smile as you see Wanda approaching you, inviting her with a wave of your hand to sit beside you. She smiles at you as she takes the seat next to you. “Is Tony bothering you?” she laughs at your annoyed expression when he quickly denies it. You ignore him as you smile at her. “When isn’t he? he’s so annoying” you say the last part loud enough so he could hear you. Wanda giggles and smiles brightly at you, and you can’t deny that she looks absolutely gorgeous when she does so.

“That’s Tony for you, i’m surprised you even showed up to the party” You smile at her and take another sip of your drink. “Well, he basically forced us and I didn’t want to face his wrath if I didn’t show up tonight, you know how he is. Besides, my company at the moment is very lovely” you slide your hand up her arm flirtatiously and you relish in the way she smiles shyly at you, a light blush accompanying her cheeks. You smile at her and get up, putting your hand out for her to grab.

“Would you like to dance with me?” she smiles and grabs your hand, walking the two of you towards the dance floor. “I would love to, cmon” The two of you dance together, her arms around your neck as yours go around her waist, her body so close to you that you feel her breath on your face. You have a feeling that someone is watching you so you look to the side and notice Natasha looking

in your direction, a hard glare fixated towards the back of Wanda’s head. You smirk as you pull Wanda closer, if that is even possible, as you whisper something in her ear. You see Natasha walking towards you guys from the corner of your eye, her eyes not once leaving yours.

“Hi ladies, so Y/n, I thought you said you were going to come find me so we could dance” you smile at her as you look into her eyes. “Hmm did I? I don’t recall, I was actually enjoying my dance with Wanda” her gaze is hard as she looks at you, her jaw clenched as she grabs onto your arm. “Well I guess it’s my turn now, sorry Wanda but i’m going to steal Y/n for a moment” before Wanda has a chance to speak, you’re being dragged away and out of the party. “What the hell Nat? what are you doing?” the wind gets knocked out of you as you’re slammed into the wall somewhere away from the party.

“Shut up. Did you enjoy your dance with the little witch? Tell me, or did you wish it was me instead?” she has that stupid smirk on her face that always makes you feel some type of way, her face is so close to yours you could almost taste the lipgloss on her lips.

Before you can say anything, her lips are on yours in a bruising kiss that makes your stomach swoop, the butterflies in your stomach going haywire as your brain finally catches up and you kiss her back with the same intensity. When you feel the need to catch air in your lungs so you don’t pass out, she pulls back first and cups your jaw in her hand as she stares into your eyes. “You’re mine Y/n, and i’m going to show you who you belong to” you two make your way to your shared room and stumble through the door, her lips on yours the second you close it shut. Your head feels fuzzy as all you feel and taste is her. You have been waiting for this moment for so long and you are going to enjoy every second of it.

You feel her hot breath on your neck as she kisses you there, leaving love bites wherever her mouth reaches, her hands on your butt as she squeezes you there. You run your hands through her hair and moan in her ear. “Nat please, I need you” you pant out as you feel her tongue licking your earlobe, biting it right after. You feel her sucking on your neck again, no doubt leaving many marks that will for sure be hard to cover up. You think she is trying to claim her mark, and the thought of it leaves you even more wet then you already are. She rids you from your dress leaving you in only your panties, pushing you towards the bed and laying you on your back.

She kisses you hard and shoves her tongue in your mouth, the feeling of her tongue against yours making the ache in your core start to feel uncomfortable . You need her now as the overwhelming feeling of her has become too much for you to handle. She kisses down your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth as she sucks on it. You can feel your slick running down your thigh as you are unbelievably wet for her. “Fuck nat, just like that, feels so good” she bites your nipple and kisses down your body, she lays down as she gets in between your legs. She slides off your panties and spreads your legs wide as she admires her view, breathing in your scent as her mouth waters.

“God you are so wet for me baby, you’re absolutely dripping. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy” she licks your juices from your inner thighs, your breathing picking up at the overwhelming feeling of her mouth on you. You run your hand through her hair and tug her closer to where you need her most.

“Please Natty, stop teasing me, need your mouth so bad” you mewl out breathlessly as you look down at her. She gives you a long lick from the bottom to the top of your clit, gathering your taste on her tongue. She starts to lick your folds, looking up at you as she sucks your clit into her mouth. “You taste so fucking good baby, the best pussy i’ve ever had” you moan loudly as her tongue hits you in all the right places, feeling her stick her finger inside you as she sucks on your clit again. “Shit you’re so tight, you feel so warm around me” she fucks you with one finger then slowly adds another one, moving them in and out of you expertly. You are dripping wet that once you adjust, you swallow her fingers as she fucks you deep. “F-fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good” she moans against your clit as your nails scratch at her scalp as she fucks you faster, the vibration making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Her mouth and fingers feel so good that you can’t think of anything else. You’re close and she knows it as you clench around her fingers.

She moves up your body and sucks on your earlobe as she fucks you deep and hard, as she whispers in your ear, her voice hot and raspy. “You gonna cum for me baby? Cum all over my fingers, that’s it baby, such a good girl for me” after a few more thrusts you cum hard on her fingers as a strong orgasm washes over you, your breathing is heavy as she rides out your high. You lay there panting as you try to catch your breath.

She slides her fingers out and you whimper from the loss of feeling, she brings her fingers to your mouth and looks into your eyes. “Open” you instantly obey and suck on her fingers, moaning at your taste. She bites her lip and gets up from the bed and takes off her clothes, joining you in finally getting naked. You bite your lip as you admire her, you’ve never seen someone more beautiful then her. You don’t know if your mind is just hazy from your orgasm but you think you see a hint of a blush on her cheeks and the thought makes your heart swell in your chest. “God Nat, you’re so beautiful” she smiles at you and joins you back on the bed as she kisses you.

You feel her slick against your thigh and the fact that she is so wet from only pleasing you makes you feel immense pride. She pulls back from the kiss as she bites your bottom lip. “Fuck I wanna feel you, i’m gonna grind on you baby. Wanna feel your pussy against mine” she spreads your legs as she hovers over you, grinding herself on you, the feeling of her wet folds against yours igniting a feeling inside you that you’ve never felt before. “Fuck your pussy feels so good, it’s like it was made for me” she grinds on you faster, her clit hitting yours perfectly as she glides back and forth. You’ve never scissored with anyone before, the feeling of her pussy against yours makes you feel so unbelievably dirty, you’ve never felt something as good as this.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she grinds faster, your legs slightly shaking as her pussy feels so good against yours. “God i’m gonna fucking cum, gonna cum on your pussy. Fuck you feel amazing, oh fuck i’m coming!” she sloppily grinds on you as both your orgasms wash over you, your body twitching as she rides out both of your highs, you are so sensitive that you can’t handle anymore. She breathes heavily as she looks down at you, your hair sticking to your forehead and your chest heaving, you’ve never looked more beautiful. She looks at you through hooded eyes and starts grinding on you again. You try to push her off as you’re unbelievably sensitive. “I can’t anymore Nat, ‘m too sensitive” she keeps grinding as she’s not far off from another orgasm. “Just one more princess, your pussy feels so fucking good against mine, fuck” both your clits were so swollen that the feeling of them hitting each other once more had you both so close to your release. “Yes yes yes, don’t stop Nat, i’m gonna cum” you were both so wet that squishing sounds could be heard in the air of the room as both your cunts rubbed together. “Oh fuck, Nat!” you scream her name as an even more powerful orgasm washes over you then the last one, your body shaking and twitching as she slumps against you, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

“That was amazing” she kisses you sloppily as she continues to lay on top of you, relishing in the warmth your body provides. You lazily run your hand up and down her back as you smile. “So not that i’m complaining, because i’m definitely not, but what brought this on?” her raspy laugh makes you shiver and she looks up at you from your chest. “I got jealous seeing you and Wanda all over each other. I know i’m not an easy person to understand but I have feelings for you and want to be with you. I didn’t want to lose my chance before it was too late” you can see the insecurity in her eyes as she gazes up at you, you know she isn’t always in touch with her feelings so for her to be vulnerable with you in this moment, means more to you then she will ever know. You smile softly at her and stroke her cheek. “I’m yours Natty, I always have been. I want to be with you and only you”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you

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soap143 · 5 months

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lee jeongin ler minho with prompts 39 67 70 75 78??😊💖

For sure anon. Hope you like it! The title is not naughty pls trust the process😭

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36 “oh, you’re not ticklish? i remember differently…”

67 “quit it! that tickles!”

70 “either i’m really funny, or you’re really ticklish.”

75 “i’m gonna kick you if you do that!”

78 “keep those arms up, now!”

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Stuck

Lee!Jeongin

Ler!Minho

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Living in the same dorm as the most mischevious and evil member sounds pretty complicated, maybe even dangerous. As maknae of Stray Kids, Jeongin could confirm this. You’re never safe. Even if you’re minding your own business.

“Hey, Innie. What are you up to?” Minho slowly approached his future victim.

The cat mom had been planning this situation all day. He would innocently make small talk with the Jeongin. At some point, the maknae would get tired and tell him to get out. Obviuosly he won’t let that slide. That is the moment when he is going to get his sweet revenge.

“Hi, hyung. I’m just playing on my phone” The fox nonchalantly replied. His calm behaviour was making Lee Know even more exited, knowing that the boy wasn’t going to be so relaxed in just a few more minutes.

“I see. Are just gonna ignore me? You know, you should respect your elders, I.N- ah…” The wicked (that’s such a funny word) bunny was trying to annoy the younger on purpose.

“I’m not falling for that, hyung. You’re the greatest and I respect you very much. I literally washed your plate after lunch and I bought you ice cream. You have no excuse to tickle me.” Maybe, just maybe he had underestimated the youngests intelligence, because Jeongin was aware of the olders intentions the second he stepped foot into his room.

Minho gasped in realization: the maknae was being nice to him all day because of that?! Sounds pretty unfair. And disrespectful.

“Listen, if you think that you can show your hyung this kind of attitude, then you should expect to get punished! Did you hear yourself, young man? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Hey! Don’t bring my mom into this! Plus, you’re quite a mom yourself” the latter giggled at his very creative joke “Oh? Well, does your mom do this?” the leader of danceracha suddenly ran towards the laying boy.

“Don’t touch me!” the future lee yelled, defending himself with his feet “Are you threatening me?” Lee (more like ler) Know maneuvered his way through the dangerous obstacle that Innie’s legs were.

The method that Jeongin was using was pretty much useless. Minho was just too skilled! Once cought one his very ticklish legs, he knew it was over.

“Oh my, who do we have over here~” the cat lover teased “Yah! I’m gonna kick you if you do that!” the maknae complained when the lers teasing turned physical - he had squeezed his knee “Go ahead, you’ll just get yourself in more trouble” the dancer shrugged.

“Just s-stop, hyung. I’m not even ticklish anymore!” There it was. Now the cute fox wasn’t as calm as he was before “Oh, you’re not ticklish? I remember differently…” There seemed to be no way out. Unless…

Jeongin tested his luck one last time. He aggressively rolled to the side. Maybe he could get away in the last few moments that he had?

Apparently, being in a very vulnerable and ticklish position makes you stupid, because he had just rolled into the tight space between his bed and the wall. Innie tried his best to move around, but he seemed to be… Stuck.

While Minho, on the other hand was having the time of his life. His plan had worked! Well, not exactly how he imagined it would, but win is a win “You’re all mine now, Innie!~ Isn’t that amazing?”

I.N. was panicking. How long would the older tickle him? And how harshly? The worst part: he was facing down, meaning that he had no way of seeing his hyung’s next moves.

“Poor you! How about I help you out, how does that sound?” “Horrible.” the cat man simply smiled “Look, let me just-“ in an attempt to actually rescue the younger, the dancer gripped his waist and tried to at least flip him so he wouldn’t feel so vulnerable “Quit ittt! Thahat tickles!” Minho sighed “And I thought you weren’t ticklish, I.N-ah… I was honestly trying to help, will you please cooperate?”

Obviuosly, Les Know was not going to miss out on such opportunity. This was the perfect time to get some revenge. And to have some fun.

“Look, how about you raise your arms up. This way it will be easier for you to get out” Minho was trying his best to not burst out laughing “I was stupid enough to do… This. But I’m not that stupid” Jeongin muttered.

“Keep those arms up, now!” Innie gulped in fear. He did not want to find out what would happen if he didn’t. So, he obeyed.

“Good, now let me help you out here…” Lee Know smiled as he slighly pushed the bed closer to his future victim, which made him even more stuck than he was before. Not to mention that he was completely inmobile WITH his arms up and torso completely vulnerable.

The ler obviously took advantage of this by immediately sticking his fingers into the lee’s armpits “yAHAhaha! Hyung! You saHAHAid you’ll help me OUAHAHAT! STOHOHOP!” the maknae giggled as the second oldest pressed them deeper into the sensitive spot.

“Hmmm… How about no!” Minho teased switching from poking his armpits to using all 10 fingers to claw his ribs “MIHIHIHINHO HYUHUHUHNG PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO!” it was safe to say that this made the fox go absolutely feral.

The maknae was not very good with consistent rough tickles. He was pretty tired already, considering that Minho was using this exact method “DOHOHOHON’T! PLE- PLEHEHEASE ANOTHEHEHER SPOOOOT~!” Jeongin managed to whine thru his laughter.

He did eventually listen to the poor boy. However, being tickled in another spot, like Jeongin had begged, didn’t really do him any good. In fact, the new spot was a lot worse than the last one.

“HYUHUHUHUHUHNG P-PLEHEHEASE! I-I CAHAHAHAN’T-“ “Yah, why are you complaining? I switched spots just like you asked. Are you being disrespecful, perhaps? Do you need to be tought a lesson?” the ler “angrily” yelled, vibrating his fingers deeper into the back of the lee’s thigh.

“I-IHIHI- YAHAHAHA DOHON’T! I CAHAHAN’T BREATHEHEHEHE” soon enough, the maknaes laughter went silent, which made the bunny give him a break “Alright, I’ll give you a breather. Please don’t die, Chan will kill me”

“A breather? You’re not done?” Innie managed to sqeak out thru his attemp to catch his breath “The more you talk, the more trouble you’ll be in” Minho calmly stated.

The tickler inpatiently sat on the bed for aproximatly 7 seconds before getting bored “Are you done resting?” “It’s been like 50 second, please let me have at least a m-!” I.N. was cut off by a very rough yet tingly feeling on his very sensitive V-line and hip area “NOHOHOHOHO STOHOHOP I-I’M GOING TOHOHO DIEEE~~!” Jeongin was wildly cackling and thrashing around, unable to take the feeling.

Lee Know’s long fingers had wrapped themselves around boys sides. Even though only the tips of them reached the dreaded spot, it still made the sensitive boy react like a maniac.

It seemed like Minho was on a mission. A mission to kill Jeongin.

The ruthless tickler got bored of his victim’s loud, annoying belly laughter. He wanted to hear some whiny giggled. Good thing that he knew exactly how to get those.

“What do you think about ticklish necks?” the dancer inquired “NO. Dohon’t you dare, Lee Minho hyung.” the fox warned “Don’t what?” “Tickle my neck!” Jeongin wanted to slap his face. Too bad that his hands were completely inmobile “Well, if you insist, mister Yang!”

“Ehehehehe stohohohohop plehehehease~” neck tickles were the maknaes weakness. “Either i’m really funny, or you’re really ticklish.” Lee Know teased.

Those sweet giggles of his were a produced by some very light brushing against the sesitive skin. You’re probably wondering how would he react to some more instense actions…

“NOHOHOHOHO MIHIHIHINHO HYUHNG DOHOHOHOHON’T!!” here’s your answer. Once Lee Know stopped the soft stroked and properly dug in, eliciting quite a response from the ticklish boy.

Minho was very much enjoying torturing the younger, but all those inhuman screams that left Jeongin’s mouth must have called someone’s atttention. And that someone was Felix. However, he was smart enough to not intervene, knowing that if he did, he would the next victim.

The freckled boy was sure that there must have been some kind of inhumane torture method used in the act. Because there was no way that those screams were from tickling, which was his first guess.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” the leader’s stern voice bounced along the walls of Jeongin’s room “W-We were just playing around. I swear…” Minho’s innocent boba eyes pierced Chan’s worried gaze. Chris’ angry scrunched up face relaxed once he cought up on what was happening.

“Ah, I see. Sorry for yelling. It’s just that the way that Felix explained everything… This kid, I swear! He made it seem like you killed Innie” the kangaroo ranted, slowly aproaching the boys that he had yelled at just mere seconds ago.

“Oh my… I.N-ah, are stuck there?” Chan giggled once he got close enough to see the rather peculiar situation that the youngest was stuck in “Obviously. Just help me get out. This… I don’t even have the words to describe this cruel being, just wrecked me so hard. I was literally about to die!” the “cruel being” sat there faultlessly smiling at his only hyung.

The wolf sighed, gripping the edge of the bed and pulling it back, making enough space for the fox to freely move and finally free himself “Aish, Minho, come on. We’ve talked about this! You need to stop tickling members so ruthlessly like that! Unless they agree to it, of course. Looks like we’re gonna need to get some revenge some of these days…”

The innocence quickly faded as the guilty criminal hurriedly scrambled away.

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I hope you liked this one just as much as I did. Do you like Chan’s idea? Cause I think it would be amazing. Remember how Minho oppened up about his liking for tickling in the fic “Switch”? I think skz are going to take advantage of that…

#tickle #rough tickles #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #ler!minho #lee!jeongin #sfw tickle community #tickle community #tickle content

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angelicyouth · 10 months

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Lavender ; Chapter 2

⇢ pairing: stan marsh x broflovski!reader

⇢ genre: summer romance ; soulmates AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝You looked forward to attending the sleepy, beachside town's famous carnival every summer. But not because you got to see your cousins or your friends after a year of not seeing them—it was to see the boy behind the ring toss booth.❞

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// FIFTEEN:

“I fucking saw that, you dirty little cheat!” Clyde’s screeching loudly interrupts the otherwise tranquil heat of the afternoon, the boys and you gathered around your cousin’s backyard with your feet dipped inside Ike’s inflatable kiddie pool filled with water.

“If what you saw is all the nasty ass spit flying out of your mouth from all your fucking complaining then sure, Clyde—that’s what you saw!” Craig barks back as he roughly hands the yelling brunette his half of their shared popsicle, your tongue leisurely lapping at the sweetness of the one that you split with Tweek.

The two of you are leisurely sitting next to one another, your head comfortably resting against the blonde’s shoulder as you both lazily watch your bickering friends. You can feel Tweek’s damp locks of hair against your own as his head leans against the top of yours, perspiration beading at the hairline of the whole group yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to care with this almost torturous heat.

The sleepy beachside town has been met with sweltering temperatures that exceeded last year’s, causing the boys to be greedy with their ice cream and easily irritable with the weather. There was an operating fan in every room of your friend’s houses (except for Tolkien and his fully functioning air conditioning system) to which all of you yelled at Clyde when he unplugged one just to charge his phone.

Nothing deters the brunette as he yells out, “I’ll look for a fucking magnifying glass and a ruler just to prove to you that you made your half bigger than mine, asshole—I swear I will!”

But before the ravenette can make a scathing retort back, the glass sliding door leading to the house opens as Tolkien roughly chucks a newly bought box of frozen sweets at the wailing jock. All future responses are cut off as their hands hurriedly fumble to save the package before it falls into the water, the promise of more ice cream after this one ending their argument as their mouths wrap around their snack.

After devouring the rest of the popsicles, you all hop onto your bikes to race each other to the beach with the threat of the last person there having to stuff seaweed into their swimsuit. Not only that, but they have to go up to a random person of the opposite gender to try to get their number.

Your stomach hurts from laughing too hard when Clyde gets pushed towards his designated pile of soggy seaweed on the sand after losing, his nose crinkling up in disgust when a wet squelch signals its success in finding its temporary home. It makes him look like he has a full diaper on, the sight of it only fitting the childish pout resting on his face.

“What the fuck ever! This makes it look like I have some gnarly pubes or my dick isn’t as small as Craig’s micropenis!” The brunette snickers as he swiftly dodges the ravenette’s predictably upcoming kick, the rest of you watching as his earlier bravado suddenly disappears when a few older girls begin to giggle with numerous obvious glances towards his stuffed shorts.

After the humiliating public rejection, he embarrassedly stomps his way back towards your cackling forms before reaching inside his swim trunks to grab the now warm seaweed and chuck it at the closest person. You all scramble to dodge as you painfully wheeze, tears rapidly leaking from the corner of your crinkled eyes onto your heated cheeks.

“Sick, dude! Don’t throw that shit on me—it was just stuck on your sweaty fucking balls!”

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You felt stupid because you were fifteen now but you couldn’t help but to think of the stuffed flower at the bottom of your suitcase as you step through the familiar throngs of carnival rides and games. All too soon, the sky faded from blue to black as your group repeated the cycle of eating unhealthy food and riding all the rides on the boardwalk as your tradition from previous years.

Deciding not to tell the guys about seeking out Stan, you wait until the perfect moment to make an excuse before you slip away from the group for a bit. As you excitedly walk towards the isolated booth, you think about how you never once considered the possibility that someone else could be working the game instead of the familiar bleached blonde.

This causes you to pause in your steps and while your usual reckless abandon would have caused you to give less of a shit and continue your journey to the ring toss booth, you don’t. You’re not sure if it's because the students at school have made it a common topic to talk about crushes and whatnot at every given moment with this new age but you can’t help but to feel self conscious at your one-sided fascination with the older teen.

You’re used to feeling like a dumbass and not thinking before you act (you’re surrounded by Clyde and your other friends after all).

But now…

You can’t help but to suddenly feel scared of the hurt of the rejection you know will appear when the bleached blonde routinely dismisses you like he always does. You’ve seen girls at school cry for days when they’ve broken up with their significant others and while you’re not quite sure as to what you feel for the older teen, you can’t deny the attraction that forces you to stop by the booth every year.

Almost like a hypnotic walk, taking control of your body and leading you there.

Like a connection.

But before you can make a decision as to what to do, you suddenly jolt when a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, Clyde whisking you off to fall into line for another ride as Craig mocks you about getting lost.

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This is what drove you to sneak into the carnival alone before it opened the following day, despite knowing that you were definitely not supposed to be there. But when did some measly yellow tape with the words Do Not Enter ever stop you from going anywhere?

How could you not disobey when it looked as if it was prettily tied up in a bow to be given as a present?

People were busy getting ready for the upcoming afternoon so you went by unnoticed, resolutely walking towards the far corner of the boardwalk that was tucked away from everything else. Clyde had said he was surprised that the ring toss was still operating and you could see why—no one ever seemed to stop by yet as you got closer, you could see the lights and prizes that meant it was still in business.

To your relief, Stan was there. His pretty blue eyes were still stuck to the glass screen of his phone, yes, but he was still working at the carnival and he was still appointed to the same booth.

This time, however, you don’t let the older teen speak up first this time. “Let me help you out.”

Your stomach clenches in nervous anticipation of your bold actions but your face doesn’t show it as Stan lifts up his head to look at you. A few beats of silence passes on by and while the multiple shades of cerulean hues were familiar, the bleached blonde didn’t hold an ounce of recognition in his eyes—again.

It hurt…

Again.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here.” The smooth lilt of his deep baritone awakens something within you after not having heard it for a whole entire year, your heart clenching painfully in yearning.

“No shit.” You respond back and you can’t help but to internally preen at the fact that you echoed his previous words to you from years before back at the teen.

God, you felt like you were on a roll.

Stan considers this for a moment before his legs swing down to hit the floor in front of his stool, a scoff escaping his mouth. “Whatever. If some kid wants to do my job for me then I’d be an idiot to not let them.”

“I’m not some fucking kid!” You angrily retort back, to which the older teen simply ignores.

“I swear I’m not! I’m in high school and probably not even that much younger than you, you know.” Stan just shrugs and the dry responses ignites the familiar irritation that fills up your body every single time you’re in the presence of the apathetic teen.

“Unless you’re a dumbass who failed a couple of grades and got held back a few times. How old are you, then?” The bleached blonde hops off his previous perch on his stool, his arms lazily stretching upwards over his head as your eyes immediately zone in on the small sliver of skin being exposed at his waist.

“I’m 17.” Stan responds around a bored yawn, your attention going back to his face when the cotton of his shirt resumes its previous position over his taut stomach.

“That’s not even that much older than me! I’m going to be a sophomore next year—I’m 15.” Your lips automatically curve along your face into a happy grin at the revelation that there were only two years between the two of you.

He really wasn’t some old fart like how he acts he is.

The older teen doesn’t respond, the metal of his keys softly dangling against one another as he unlocks something underneath the counter. You speak up again, “Let me help you.”

“I’m getting the prizes and shit. If you stand over the counter, you can hang them up.” Stan picks up a stuffed bunny and demonstrates by reaching up to rightfully place it in its display but you can’t help but to watch the way the silver of his rings prettily catches the sunlight over his longer fingers.

“My name is N/N. I mean, Y/N.” You stutter and you internally curse at yourself because you were doing so well at taking control of the situation and at taking the initiative to get closer to the teen.

“Stan.” Is all he supplies and you can’t help the frown crossing your face, your teeth biting onto your bottom lip because you already knew that.

You haul your body over the counter and get to work with putting away the plushies that the bleached blonde seamlessly hands to you, the older teen sitting atop the cold structure of the counter beside your feet as his other hand fiddles with his ever present cellphone. You can’t help but to smile in fondness every time a gentle breeze swings by, the soft caress of the wind causing the stuffed toys to dance along in the air.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” You distractedly hum back, watching the toys sway and say hello.

“Come here. I’ll show you how they fuck people over with this game.” And just like that, it’s as if you're an overeager puppy desperate to get its owner’s attention again as your trance gets broken and you hop down to land beside the older boy.

“They put the bottles really close together.” He mumbles as he sets up the glass objects onto the wooden table in front of you both. “So to win, you’d have to do it perfectly.”

“The rings are different weights so that you can’t get used to them.” The bleached blonde continues as you pick up different colored ones to test them out, and he was right.

“These are the order of the colors you should throw it in. You start with red because it’s the heaviest.” He throws it with a perfect arch before he grabs the next colored ring.

“Then it’s orange, yellow, green.” Each word is emphasized with the appropriate object as they beautifully twirl around the neck of the glass bottle.

“Light purple is always last—it’s the lightest.” You watch in fascinated awe as the rings all neatly lay on top of one another, like the rings around the planets of the solar system that Craig talks so much about.

That seemed to be the end of setting up as Stan drops back onto the stool to routinely tap against his phone, your eyes wordlessly staring at the disconnected teen. Clyde had said that he stopped entertaining other people that he didn’t deem worthy of his time except for his friends and you couldn’t help but to want that for yourself.

While you were loud and impulsive, Stan was quiet and deliberate.

He was cool in a completely different way than your older cousin. Where Kyle was passionate about what mattered most to him—of his studies and his morals, Stan didn’t give a shit about what other people thought of or if he pleased anyone with his actions. He barely spoke but every time he did, it felt hypnotic in the way where you were hanging onto every intonation and cadence of his words.

“You can come back later on tonight.” The older teen speaks up, your attention diverted from where it was watching his tongue dart out to wet the pretty pink of his plump lips. “I have to clean up after the carnival if you want to help.”

You beam in affirmation at the invite before you excitedly bound out of the boardwalk to meet up with your friends. When you tell them the exaggerated tale of you sneaking into the carnival, Tweek admonishes you in panic for the possibility of getting caught and banned for life.

There’s a secretive smile on your face as you shrug sheepishly.

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It was late into the night when you finally remember your promise to Stan, having lost track of time as Craig roughly wipes the remnants of cinnamon sugar from your lips and Clyde finishes the last bite of your shared churro. You tell the guys to just go on ahead without you because you forgot something and after much reassurance (“I’m not going to get abducted by aliens, Tweek”), you jog back to the far corner of the boardwalk.

“I’m sorry.” When you had shown up, the older teen was done packing everything up and now he only shrugs in response at your guilty face.

“S’fine. Going home now.” You obediently nod in reply but you’re distraught at how childish you still were in comparison to Stan for forgetting such an important event in the distraction of fun with your friends.

Taking a step forward to the direction of the entrance, you can’t help but to notice that the bleached blonde was slinking away towards the darkness of the beach despite saying he was heading home. You bounce on the balls of your feets as you decide what to do before you take off after where you saw the older teen disappear.

Trying to stay quiet was no hard task as you walked through a multitude of bushes and overgrown tree branches until Stan finally sits down on the sand, your smaller form ducking behind a piece of driftwood on the beach. Peering past the brittle barricade, you watch as Stan heaves out a deep sigh before he lifts his head towards the illumination of the beautifully present moon.

Your breath gets caught into your throat at the sight of the vestiges of light prettily caressing the visage of the boy in front of you, his gaze intense as the shadows accentuate the affection his face holds for the brightly lit object shining above the both of you. Stan’s lips part ever so slightly and you can’t help but to wonder: what was he saying in secrecy to the moon?

You wanted to know.

But, you were intruding. It felt like an intimate moment that you shouldn’t be a part of and with one last glance, you stand up to slowly back away.

And just like that, a floodgate had opened. As you ride on your bicycle across the quiet expanse of empty streets, you’re ridden with the thoughts that you wanted to kiss Stan. You wanted him to look at you with that deeply held fondness that he looked at the moon with, wanted him to whisper his intimate thoughts to you.

But most of all, you wanted to hear him say your name.

When you throw your bicycle atop the grass of your cousin’s front lawn, you’ll look up to the moon across the glass panel of the window when you’re tucked away in bed that night and ask:

“What were you guys talking about?”

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// SIXTEEN:

This time, this year, standing on the boardwalk with your friends as they hand over your shared money to the person behind the ticket booth, you weren't going to assume that Stan remembered you. This was a mistake you made last year and the year before that but now you weren’t going to have expectations that could lead to any hurt.

It was your turn to be strategic—no more fumbled introductions or childish tantrums.

You were cool too, goddammit.

Steeling your resolve with one last deep breath, you walk up to the hidden booth. This was it—you were going to make Stan remember you this time.

“Hi.” You greet, the older teen looking up from his phone to nod his head at you. He looks as tired as he did the previous years, as if the universe just wouldn’t let him sleep but despite it all, he’s still as beautiful as before.

“Sup.” There is no recognition flickering behind his ever pretty eyes but that was okay, you prepared for this.

The stand is set up like it always is as you rummage through the pockets of your skirt to pull out the appropriate amount of tickets, your mind reminding itself of the order of colors to throw it in as he passes you the stack of rings. It’s almost funny how you remember, how clear the memory with Stan was when just yesterday Tweek was yelling at you for forgetting the tray of chicken nuggets you placed in the oven and letting it burn to a blackened crisp.

You pick up the red ring, the heaviest from what the older teen had told you but as you prepare to throw it, you don’t close your eyes like last time. Stan watches as it seamlessly glides across the air, the satisfying clunk! causing the corner of your lips to twitch upwards.

One after the other, you throw them in the order you remember until there was nothing left to throw. You made every single one, a beautiful array of colors with the pretty lavender color sitting atop the stack.

It’s quiet for a period of time as Stan squints at the perfect sequence of colors and back at the girl who made everything without batting an eye. “What the fuck. How’d you know the order..?”

“You showed me last year. Or did you forget, old man?” You teasingly smirk at the stunned expression on the teen, a satisfied thrum running along your veins.

“What? I showed you?” The skin between his eyebrows begin to crease in disbelief, “I don’t remember doing anything like that at all. Are you fucking with me?”

Although this meant that he forgot about you again, you couldn’t help the cacophony of butterflies that dangerously flutter along your stomach at the notion that you were the only one Stan had ever told that to. You want to stay a bit longer to make a deeper impression after your success but you made a promise of having a hotdog eating contest with Clyde later on so you had to go.

“I’m Y/N. And you’re Stan—I remember you.” There’s a blank look in Stan’s eyes as he looks at you but it was okay. Like you said, you were prepared for that to happen again.

“I have no idea why you remember an asshole like me. You won though, what prize do you want?” He stands up as he slides his mobile device into the coarse material of his jean’s pocket, your eyes breaking away from his form real quick to scan along the hanging prizes.

“Nah, I’m okay. I just like playing.” You flash him a wide grin, your pearly white teeth making an appearance when you see the eyebrow that he quirks up.

“I’ve never heard that before. You like playing rigged games or some shit? Or just ring toss in particular?” Ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth lifts up in amusement which in turn causes you to feel like you won a Nobel Peace Prize or some other great accomplishment.

Like usual, your mouth works faster than your brain as you impulsively say, “It’s not the game that I’m into.”

You internally shriek but outward you stay composed, tilting your head to the side when you see the older teen slightly part his pretty pink lips. “... Oh.”

You’re absolutely beaming in delight at this newly predatory position you’ve reached, flashing the bleached blonde a smile. “Later!”

Waiting until you were no longer in sight of Stan, your feet pick up their pace as it steadily hits the structure of the boardwalk in a thump-thump-thump motion like your still racing heart.

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Your head is laid against Craig’s lap, the ravenette’s longer fingers running through the soft locks of your hair in repetitive motions that threaten to put you into deep sleep. All eyes are on the television as you watch Tweek and Tolkien duke it out on the big screen, the incessant sound of a vibration against the wooden floor irritating the boys.

“Who the fuck are you texting, Clyde?” Tolkien nosely asks, his head trying to catch sight of the brunette’s flashing phone as he tries to dodge any prying eyes.

“Fuck off—It’s none of your goddamn business!” He screeches, the sheer volume of his voice causing you to jolt awake.

“It’s probably a girl, dude.” Tweek lazily says, his blonde bangs tied up into a mini palm tree at the top of his head to keep it away from his sweat-sheened face.

“Pfft, now you know that’s a damn lie. Clyde can’t pull for shit.” Craig snorts from his position above you, a high-pitched whine resounding from your throat when his fingers stop their soothing ministrations in your hair.

“Fuck you! I get enough, thank you very much!” The brunette is indignant as he harshly swats away Tolkien’s teasingly reaching hands away from his cellphone, the rich teen diverting his fingers to tickle Clyde instead in an attempt to distract him.

“Yeah, if getting some is kissing your own grandmother on the fucking cheek when you see her then sure, Clyde. You get all the retired bitches.” Tweek hollers out a loud laugh as he brings an elbow up to hit Craig in the ribs at his words, your eyes closed as you sleepily giggle at the burn.

“N/N got even more action than you when she was 13, Clyde. You’re a lost fucking cause.” Everyone snickers as you blindly bring a hand up to swat at the resident blonde of the group for bringing up that memory, a nostalgic grin curling at your lips as they teasingly push at your resting body for having game as a kid.

Your first year with the boys for the summer, you caught the attention of one beautiful Wendy Testaburger when she saw you by chance on the swings of the park with your friends. She knocked on your window to break you out of the house in the middle of the night, the pair of you intertwining your hands together as you both silently giggle off into the warm darkness of the air.

Surprising you with an impromptu visit, she led you to a clearing where the din of the luminescent fireflies casted her soft features alight in a beautiful glow. You both rested your backs against a magnificently tall tree that you couldn't identify under the inky night, the ravenette pulling out two lunchables for the both of you from her Chinpokomon backpack to snack on as you talked.

She had dropped you off back to your cousins with your first kiss as a parting gift that summer night.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Stan! Can I help you set up?” You present the older teen a soft smile, your hands clutching one another as you fiddle with your fingers as an outlet for your nervous energy.

He looks up from where he was staring down at his phone, an eyebrow quirking up at the sight of you. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

“How else? I climbed through the tape, duh.” You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest, shifting you weight to one side as you await for his answer.

He snorts but it’s still pretty, a lilt of amusement tainting his tone. “You mean the one that clearly says Do Not Enter in all caps?”

“Hm. If it’s made out of something so flimsy then it feels more like a suggestion, no? Whatever, I’m only asking because you let me help you last year.” You lean over the counter separating the two of you as he busies himself with unlocking all of the cabinets.

“You sure like to claim a bunch of shit that I don’t remember.” He hums before he stands to his full height, your breath getting caught at your throat because this is the first time you’ve stood this close to one another and face-to-face at that.

You lean back from your previously leaning position when you take note of his taller frame (not as much as Craig but still a fucking giant compared to you, holy shit) but you don’t back down. “It’s not my fault that you don’t remember me.”

He hums again in thought as he crosses his arms, “And that’s such a fucking shame. I feel like I would have remembered someone like you.”

You busy yourself with hopping onto the counter to sit because it’s easier to flirt when you can’t see the mesmerizing depth of ocean blue eyes. “Someone like me, huh? And what does that mean? Someone attractive? Funny? Charming?”

Your feet leisurely swing as they dangle from your perched position and from your peripherals, you can see Stan laying his palms flat against the counter beside you as he leans his weight against the structure. “I was going to say someone annoying as hell.”

“Fuck you! I don’t have to go out of my way to provide you free labor just for you to be a piece of shit meanie!” Your cheeks angrily puff out as your lips curl into a pout.

“Boo-fucking-hoo. If you don’t like the working conditions then quit.” Is all you get before he shoves a box full of glass bottles into your arms.

You mutter to yourself as you petulantly place them onto the wooden table until you catch sight of Stan watching you. “Close together so that they can fuck you over, right?”

“Yeah, all the games are rigged here.” He says before he resumes his task of hanging up plush toys but you already know because he told you that before.

“This stand isn’t very popular.” You remark when the two of you are done setting the booth up and are standing under the shade provided by the hanging prizes.

He waves off your words, “Like I give a shit. Not my fault that the stand’s hidden in the asscrack of the boardwalk.”

Sending him a judgemental glance, you scoff at his response. “Pretty sure it is your fault. You’re a fucking asshole, dude. It’s like 30 degrees colder here compared to the rest of the boardwalk because of your shitty personality.”

“Says you. You show up every year, apparently, and now you’ve snuck in early to force your help onto me. Which I don’t get any fucking tickets for, by the way. ” The taller teen sends you a condescending look back.

“Who gives a shit about some tickets when you get to hang out with me!” You boldly declare, presenting the older boy with a shit eating grin.

The bleached blonde simply narrows his eyes down at you, “Like that’s any form of compensation. What, your mom let you out of the house dressed like that?”

You look down at your skirt as the soft material flutters along with the wind. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m here with my aunt, first of all. And fuck you—people loved my outfit when I wore it to a party once.”

The older teen just sends you a look, as if communicating that he never asked for an explanation. “Well the party you went to probably sucked ass, then.”

“I mean, parties fucking suck in general when you’ve been to enough. It’s fun at first but it’s repetitive so it gets pretty tiring.” You mumble, honestly reflecting your personal experiences from the high school parties you often get dragged to.

“Hm? What happened to you?” He lazily asks, a well-welcomed breeze caressing both of your locks of hair against the harsh sun rays.

You think about how you made out with a boy who had similar bleached blonde hair and couldn’t get yourself to go through with it when you began to imagine that the larger hands trailing down the skin of your waist was Stan’s. Or how the only reason you agreed to get locked in a closet during a game of seven minutes in heaven was because the deep lilt of the boy you went in with sounded similar to Stan’s baritone voice.

“... Peer pressure, lots of confusion. Don’t worry though, I don’t think I’ll be doing those things again.” Your voice is soft between the space of the booth you’re standing in, your fingers fiddling with the creases in between the folds of your top.

“Good—I don’t know what I’d do without my worthless assistant if they got into shit.”

Your mouth parts to give a scathing retort but you pause when you see the sight of a gentle curl along Stan’s lips for the very first time.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Back to torment me?” Is what greets you when you come back the following day before opening, the older teen in his usual laid-back position atop his stool.

You roll your eyes, “Fuck off. You don’t even have to do anything—I can do all of this shit by myself and with my eyes closed.”

“Like that means anything. A fucking baby could do this.” He lazily scoffs.

As you get to work, your body goes through the motions now ingrained into your body as taught from the taller teen while Stan sits back and relaxes. When you stop in front of one of the floor to ceiling mirrors that make your body look all wonky for comedic effect, you can’t help but to pause in front of the panel of glass.

Because from the reflection, you could see Stan watching you.

Not that he was making eye contact with you, but the bleached blonde was watching you work without knowing that you had caught him in the act. It was a different type of attention from the years of disinterest that it made you smirk to yourself at this newfound knowledge.

Slyly, you take off the jacket adorning your frame as if it was bothering you because of the sweltering heat. You see how Stan’s eyes slowly darken as they take in the expanse of newly exposed skin with this new but special kind of attention, leisurely dragging his sight across your body as if he had all the time in the world to admire your form.

When you leave the booth later on to meet up with your friends, you notice how he doesn’t call you a kid anymore.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“Hey. Show me how to play this game again.” You ask, Stan staring up at you with his leg tucked under his chest as usual but without a phone in sight.

“Light work.” He scoffs, a cocky lilt to his voice at the simple request.

You slip inside the booth as you internally preen at the fact that you’re the only person that Stan would let in like this as you drag your fingers across the necks of the glass bottles. “Get them all over just this one bottle then.”

He smirks, the handsome expression making your insides warm at how attractive his confidence is. “Like I said: fucking easy.”

“Then show me.” You stick out your tongue at him as you step back outside of the booth, your skirt following the movement of your body.

“Got a ticket for my troubles?” Rolling your eyes, you flick the paper at him as he steps beside you, his ring-adorned fingers flexing in preparation to throw.

His aim is precise as always as he goes through the order of the colors imprinted in your mind, all until he has just the light purple ring in his hold. He sends you a glance and you can’t help but to notice that it’s with the same attention from when he looked at you in the mirror earlier in the day. But this time, you make eye contact.

His hand wobbles before the worn out object clatters onto the ground.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you don’t understand what was going on because you’ve never seen Stan lose composure, your head quickly whipping back to the side to look at the older teen beside you. He looked… Angry.

“Seriously? Don’t lose on purpose just to make me feel better. I’m not a fucking kid anymore no matter how much you think I am.” Scoffing, you walk towards the fallen item as you place it back against the counter.

“I didn’t lose on purpose.” His voice is quiet, back to his usual self again.

“What then? Forgot how to play, old man?” You tease, collecting all of the rings from the bottles to gather them back into one pile on the counter.

“Want me to teach you how? It’s free of charge since I feel so bad.” Snickering, you resume your previous position beside the taller teen.

“I taught you first.” He grumbles back as you perch yourself atop the counter, leisurely swinging your feet back and forth in delight.

“Red is first.” Stan rolls his eyes at your words before he picks up the aforementioned ring, his hands still trembling ever so slightly.

You quirk an eyebrow when you notice, jumping down beside the bleached blonde to reach for his wrist in an effort to guide him into a throw. The second your skin touches for the first time, however, the older teen gasps at the contact as the second ring of the night meets its demise on the ground.

“Holy shit! I’m sorry—” Cutting off your words, muscular arms wrap around your waist to which you immediately wrap your own around broad shoulders.

Leaning his weight against your body, you try to keep the both of you upright as he burrows his face into the safe solace of your neck and a shaky breath hits your exposed skin. It’s quiet for a moment as you don’t know what to do, confused and begging anyone that was listening to make it so that Stan couldn’t feel how quickly your heart was beating underneath your chest.

You stay that way for the rest of the night with Stan oddly quieter than usual, the teen not responding as he stays in your embrace whenever you try to fill the space with meaningless talk. When he gives you a wordless goodbye in the form of a gentle nudge when people begin to leave the boardwalk, you hurriedly rush to speak up in your immense confusion to the events that transpired.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” But he still doesn’t answer.

Your hands clench around the soft material of the shirt adorning his frame, “Please say something. I don’t want you to forget about me again.”

Like you always do.

Finally, Stan pulls away and looks at you. “I don’t think I’ll forget someone like you. I don’t even know why you’re so dead-fucking-set on getting to know an asshole like me in the first place.”

You silently watch as he returns behind the counter of the booth, his hands rummaging between tufts of plushed toys before he pulls out a cute star. “Here—as payment for helping me because I don’t want to owe a shithead like you anything. Something to remember me by and because it looks like you.”

Gently grabbing the proffered item, you smile as you whisper. “You’ve said that to me before, asshole.”

When the thoughts of what had occurred crowd your mind on your ride back home, you’ll hug your new gift to your chest as you think about how you’d never forget Stan.

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #south park fanfiction #lalawrites

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aceopmari · 2 years

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Hey! Could I ask for an hc/FF (deidara or how Akatsuki would react) with a reader older than them? (It can be whatever you want, SFW or NSFW) plss i love your work so much (and was a little shy to ask, english is not my first language, but I hope you can understand!)

A/N: Hi hon! Thank you so much for this request! Truth is, I had this concept in mind for Deidara already so I just had to do your request! Don't be shy! Also your english is good! Hope you enjoy!

Deidara x Sexy MILF Reader

TW: Age gap, hand job, breast sucking, explicit, violence, treading, seductive, femme fatale reader. Reader is hot and 30.

Sasori was dead. Deidara wouldn’t miss him too much though…

Today, the young Akatsuki member would be getting a new partner.

Leader had found use of her abilities, and she had quite the presence in the shinobi underworld.

Her name was Lady Y/N. A name known far and wide. A name feared by many men as she was given the title of ‘Man Eater.’

Deidara had already heard through the grapevine (Kisame) that Hidan tried his luck with you that resulted in him getting kicked in the dick (and of course Hidan enjoyed it).

Deidara shuddered a bit at the thought. But it was Hidan’s dumb luck that got himself in trouble.

Deidara had too much pride to allow himself to show fear. If anything, he didn’t even know what you looked like. How scary could a single woman be, hm?

…

Deidara walked back to the base after a solo mission with a folded cloak in hand that was given to him by Konan to give to his new partner. He heard the sound of giggling coming from the main room.

He opened the door to see a fully grown beautiful woman who appeared to be in her 30s. She had h/l hair, e/c eyes, and cherry red lips that blended well with her s/c skin.

You were seated in a chair relaxing while smoking from your kiseru pipe as Tobi gave you a pedicure. He dipped one of your feet in a bowl full of warm milk and honey before tending to your other foot to start painting your toes with f/c nail polish.

You hummed as you leaned your head in your hand that was resting on the armchair. Your eyes were closed as you smiled down at Tobi through your long lashes.

“Mmm yes, that’s a good boy Tobi~” you purred.

Deidara nearly shuddered. You had a very sultry voice.

“Yes Y/N-Chan! Tobi is a good boy!” Tobi cooed eagerly as he continued to paint your toes.

Deidara looked at Tobi in his usual disgust as he watched him give you a pedicure. ‘As if you weren’t pathetic enough, Tobi, hm…’

You noticed the presence of the young blonde and gave him a warm smile. “Ah! You must be Deidara!”

Deidara brought his attention back to you. He blinked, nearly taken by surprise by your friendliness.

“Yeah, that’s right. We’re going to be partners for now on, hm.”

You smirked as your eyes lidded. “I see…”

You turned back to Tobi who had just finished drying up your other your foot. “Tobi Honey? Why don’t you go take 5?”

Tobi immediately shot up. “Yes! Of course, Y/N-chan! I’ll be back soon!”

Deidara rolled his eyes as he watched Tobi skip out the room.

He was now left alone with you. You took your foot out of the warm milk bowl and quickly dryed it off with a towel before placing your heels on.

You turn your attention to Deidara and make a come here motion with a manicured finger. “Come closer, handsome…let me get a good look at you~”

Deidara’s cheeks flushed. You were quite straightforward as others say, but he wasn’t expecting you to come off so…seductive…

Deidara didn’t know what came over him as found himself walking closer to you. He got a better look at you.

You were clad in an off the shoulder kimono minidress that hugged your curves and revealed your cleavage.

Deidara nearly shuddered when he took in your strawberry vanilla-cream scent. Even combined with the smoke, your scent was so inviting and intoxicating.

You give Deidara a once over. He was very pretty to look at. His golden hair brought out his visible blue eye.

You had to resist the urge to lift up his bangs to get a better peek at those crystal blue lookers.

Your eyes fall to his headband. “Ah, now I know you! You were in the Explosion Corps weren’t you?”

Deidara gave you a look of surprise. “You’ve heard of me?” He had to resist the urge to try and not sound too proud of how his reputation had spread far an wide.

You gave him a friendly, warm smile as you tilted your head. “Of course! I’ve done business with your little organization in the past.”

You brought your pipe to your lips before letting out a circular puff of smoke release from them.

“So tell me…how’s Gari?”

Deidara raised an eyebrow. You were the real deal. You’ve clearly done your homework. “You knew my mentor?”

You nodded. “Mmhm…”

Your eyes lidded. “He was a…good boy…” you purred as you elegantly crossed your legs. Deidara’s cheeks flushed as his eyes slightly widened. Just what did you do to his mentor?

‘Yikes…she really is a man eater, hm…’ he thought. Deidara nearly gulped. He just couldn’t let his fear shown, lest he’d be your next victim.

Deidara snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed you scanning his body up and down. He was starting to get uncomfortable. He raised a brow. “What are you staring at, hm?”

You giggled a bit. You were starting to get under his skin. “I was just thinking…you’re awfully young to be an Akatsuki.”

Deidara crossed his arms defensively. “So?”

“So, how old are you?”

“19.”

Your lips curl into a cat like smirk as your eyes lit up. “Mmm…Nasty 19…it’s been so long since I met a man with so much vigor…” you purred.

Deidara flinched at your predatory tone, but you weren’t done yet.

“Youth and good looks…I wonder what else you’re…” your eyes fall down to the red cloud over his crotch.

“…Packing~”

You take another puff from your pipe. This time the smoke you blew out towards Deidara was heart shaped.

Deidara’s eyes slowly widened as his cheeks now flushed. “W-wha?”

You giggled again at his flustered nature. Deidara glared at you. “I’m not a kid so don’t treat me like one! How old are you anyway?!”

There was another naughty glint in your eye. This young boy was going to be a wild card.

You cross your arms under your chest snd give them a lift. “Old enough…” you purred.

Deidara gulps as he stares at your ample cleavage. They were round, lifted, and quite full.

“Y’know it’s impolite to ask a woman her age. Didn’t mommy ever teach you manners?” You teased.

Deidara glared at you again. “Hey!” Your smirk did not falter. “It’s okay I’ll teach you…you could call me mommy too if you’d like. Lady Y/N is fine too…” you winked.

Deidara’s cheeks were now burning. You chuckled as you threw your head back a bit. He glared at you. “S-Shut up!”

“Anyways, here’s your cloak. Try and see if it fits, hm!” Deidara tosses your cloak at your lap, making you stop laughing and raise a brow at his rudeness.

Deidara smirked in triumph seeing how he has gotten under your skin a little. You shrug it off with a sigh as you got up while picking up your cloak. You turn around as you examine it. “Hmm, I sure hope this is my size.”

Deidara mentally noted how tall you were compared to him. You were at least 5’11.

His eyes fell to the beautiful curves on your ass. You were quite gifted. He almost whimpered as he watched you put on your cloak which covered your ass.

You turned around as you finished putting on your cloak. “How do I look?”

“Fine, I guess,” Deidara shrugs. You raise an eyebrow at him. “‘Fine, I guess?’ That’s not good enough.”

Deidara rolled his eyes. What were you expecting him to say?

Your lips curled into a smirk as your manicured fingers found their way to the red zipper.

ZZZZIIIP!

Deidara’s eyes followed the movements of your zipper. He watched as your cleavage slowly spilled out a bit before jiggling back in place.

You stop the zipper just below your chest. “There. Now this is a lot more comfortable~” you purr.

Deidara’s eyes continue to scan the curves of your breasts. They looked so smooth as the twin mounds were perfectly shaped. ‘Oh wow…’ he thought in amazement.

Your cherry lips broke into a grin. “So Deidara…is this your first time with a woman?”

Deidara stared at you in bewilderment as he blinked. His cheeks were starting to flush again. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “…Excuse me?”

“I mean as a partner, of course~” you purred. Deidara cleared his throat as he did his best to calm down. “O-oh…”

You giggled once more. “Did you think I was referring to something else?”

Deidara’s cheeks burned with red as he glared at you. He had enough of your obnoxious flirting and decided to put you in your place.

“Listen, lady! Just quit your yapping and do what your told! You’re new to the Akatsuki so you rank under me, got it, hm?!” He exclaimed.

“Oh!” You stared at Deidara with wide eyed surprise as you blinked. You weren’t expecting him to shout back at you like that.

‘Well now. He definitely looks serious. I should be more civil with my coworker I suppose,’ you thought.

You placed your hand on your hip as you nodded. “Alright. I’ll trust your judgement, Honey. Don’t disappoint me.”

Deidara glared at you.

“DON’T CALL ME, HONEY! HM!”

TWACK!

“-AH!”

Deidara stumbled back a bit. He clutched his cheek that now had a slight scratch before glaring at you. “Y-You…!”

You held a small, elegant fan that you held threatening at Deidara. “I hate men who shout! Don’t speak to me that way!” You hissed.

Deidara growled as he brought a palm to his pouch full of clay. Now he was determined to put you in your place. It didn’t matter that you were a lady.

“You’re going to pay for that! I’ll show you my art!”

Deidara pointed his hand towards you. The hand was about to spit out clay but you had already picked up your kiseru pipe and shoved the tip into the mouth.

“-CKKKKKK!”

Sssssss!

Deidara howled out in pain as he fell back while clutching his arm. The hand mouth had been gagging and vomiting out clay upon contact with the pipe.

The hand mouth spat out the pipe and now had a burnt tongue.

Deidara glared up at you to meet your cold expression. “HOW DARE YOU?!” He balled up a fist and slowly started to get up. You immediately pinned him down by his chest with the heel of your shoe, stepping on him hard.

“AAH!”

Deidara squirmed. With each movement, you stepped on him even harder. Deidara coughed as he nearly felt his rib crack. He groaned in pain as he finally stopped resisting.

You leaned down towards him, narrowing your eyes. “I’ll say it again. Don’t you dare shout at me! Behave!” You hissed.

Deidara gave you a weak glare. How could he have lost so easily to such an old hag?

A rather…beautiful old hag…

Deidara’s eyes fell to your f/c 9 inch heel. He noticed a golden anklet that further brought out your firm and shapely legs.

Deidara gulped as his eyes traveled up your thighs that showed from underneath your Akatsuki cloak.

A f/c tattoo of a bloody flower rested on your inner thigh, which lead right up beneath your dress. A delicious sight it was.

Deidara snapped out of his thoughts when you jammed your heel hard against his chest. He wailed in pain as the heel of your shoe was just barely piercing his heart.

You pouted your plump lips as you pretend to make a sad face. “…Are you peeking up my dress?” You whispered.

Deidara shuddered as he felt his body heat up. The sensuous audio butter of your voice was so soothing.

“N-no…” he managed to say weakly.

You giggled. “Aww, don’t be ashamed, Honey. I like my men young and naughty. But I’ll only give you a little peek if you’re a good boy okay?”

Deidara stared at you in shock. ‘This lady’s a pervert! What is her deal?!’ He thought.

“Y/N-chan? Can I come back now?” Tobi’s voice said from outside the room.

Deidara turned his head to the door. His eyes widened with panic. He’d rather die than let someone like Tobi see him in such a compromising position.

You smirked down at Deidara, sensing his panic. “Yes, come in, Tobi,” you say sweetly.

Deidara brought his panic gaze to you, which made you giggle. “Okay, comingggg!” Tobi sang.

Deidara tried to squirm, but your heel just wouldn’t let him. He gasped when he heard the doorknob open.

You immediately take your heel off his chest, and grab his arm as you yank him towards you.

BOING!

Deidara widened his eyes as he found his face pressed directly against your full, warm breasts. The seductive, curved, lumps felt so plush and soft, yet still very firm and very tight.

He had never been this close to a woman before, let alone one he’d just met. You smiled down at Deidara as he let out a relieved sigh.

You pulled him close and rubbed his back soothingly. “Does that feel, good?” You purred. Deidara let out a moan as he fluttered his eyes shut. Your breasts smelled like cherry blossoms.

Tobi who had walked in, put his gloves hands on his face in an exaggerated fashion. “Oh my! Am I interrupting something?”

Deidara widened his eyes as he blushed. He’s completely forgotten about Tobi.

The young Akatsuki pried away from your grasp and glared at Tobi, feeling his face heat up more by the second.

“TOBI! JUST GO AWAY!”

Tobi threw his hands up and screamed as he ran away.

You pouted. “Hey now, that wasn’t very nice! Who’s gonna finish my pedicure now?”

Deidara turned on his heel and stormed away. “Not my problem, hm!” You responded with a giggle which got under Deidara’s skin before you sat back down and resumed your pedicure.

…

The following day, you and Deidara were assigned on a mission to capture the 3 Tails. You marveled are the sight of the large clay bird that Deidara summoned.

“My, my! This bird is quite lovely,” you smiled. Deidara smirked, happy to see that his precious art was being appreciated. “Beautiful isn’t? You’ve got quite the eye, hm.”

“But of course. I do hope you keep me entertained,” you say as you brought your hand up towards him expectingly.

Deidara raised an eyebrow at you. ‘Awfully presumptuous isn’t she?’ He thought.

Deidara reached to give you his hand and pulled you back up on the bird. It immediately took flight.

You hummed as you took in the fresh breeze. You’ve never flown this high before and the sight was quite beautiful.

You stared at Deidara’s back as he focused on the direction in front. His golden hair blew in the wind. ‘Mmm, he’s so handsome. I may have been too rough on the young boy. I should try to make nice with him,’ you thought.

…

After the two of you landed, you both walk alongside a lake and chatted casually about art.

Deidara smirked. “I’m impressed! You have quite the taste for the arts for an old lady, hm.”

Your eyes darkened. “Old…?”

TWACK!

“AAH!”

CRASH!

You had Deidara pinned to a nearby tree trunk, pressing your arm to his neck causing him to gag. He squirmed in your grasp. “Hey, let me go!”

Deidara gasped when his blue eyes met your scary e/c that locked him in a scary gaze.

“DON’T. CALL. ME. OLD!” You growled.

Deidara started to shake with fear, but he couldn’t afford to let that show. He started to squirm once more. “Let me go already, hm!”

Deidara stopped struggling. Your grip was just too firm. His eyes fell to your breasts that were just inches from touching his face. His cheeks flushed as he watched a bead of sweat roll down the curves of your breasts.

You smirked. “Enjoying the view, Honey?” Deidara widened his eyes. His cheeks burned upon realizing that he had been caught staring.

You chuckled at that. Deidara growled as he squirmed again. “Let me go!” He barked. Your eyes lidded. “Sure~”

You immediately let him go, prompting Deidara to push past you as he storms off. You giggle as you follow him. “You’re very cute when you’re angry, Honey~!”

Deidara’s face was now red as a tomato. “Ugh! Quit calling me, Honey! Stop messing around already!” Your eyes fall to the red cloud on his backside. You loved the way it moved. “Mmm…I love a man who’s dominate!”

Smack!

Deidara let out a yelp when he felt a hand on his backside. He stopped in his tracks and stared at you in bewilderment as you howled in laughter at his reaction.

‘…Did this lady really just smack my butt?’ He thought. “What’s wrong with you?!” He exclaims. “Relax, Hon. You are 18, right?” You winked.

“That’s not the point! And I’m 19!”

“Ah, that’s right! Nasty 19! So grown yet so young~!”

Deidara growled again as his cheeks burned once more. He was about to say something but the sound of roaring and splashing water alerted both of your attentions.

You both turned to see that the 3 Tailed Beast has erupted from the water, waving its tentacles furiously.

“It’s the 3 Tails! There’s our target!” Deidara said.

You nodded at the sight. “I see…well then…”

You dig into your cleavage and pull out a powder compact. Deidara turns to look at you in confusion as he watches you powder your soft cheeks. “Um…what are you doing…?” He asks incredulously.

“I’m retouching my makeup. Run along and go take care of the beast, Honey~” you say cooly as you switch out the powder compact for a tube of lipstick.

Deidara was now furious. He didn’t care if you were to beat him up for shouting, because now he was fed up.

“DAMMIT! I’M SICK OF YOUR CRAP, LADY! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A-!”

TWACK!

Deidara screamed as the 3 Tails whacked him with its tentacle, slamming him against a tree. He groaned painfully as he slid down down the trunk.

You sigh as you rolled your eyes as you placed your tube of lipstick between your breasts. “Must I do everything?”

You instantly stood on your hands and started spinning on them rapidly as you spread your legs widely, creating a cyclone.

“WIND STYLE: PERFUME FEMUR!”

You spun rapidly towards the 3 Tails, tearing the surrounding trees out of their trunks as you brought the cyclone with you.

You spun high in the air and connected your heels to the 3 Tails, causing it to scream in pain as it slowly sank below the water.

Deidara stared at you in shock and awe as he blinked. He wasn’t expecting you to take it down in one blow. You truly were a dangerous woman. ‘She tore down half the forest with her legs…just how powerful is she?’ He thought.

You turned back to Deidara. “Don’t just stand there, Honey! Wrap him up and reel him in! Chop chop!”

Deidara growled as he slowly got up and made his way over as he clutched his stomach a bit. “S-stop calling me, honey already!”

…

After successfully capturing the 3 Tails and bringing it back to the hideout, Deidara sat in the infirmary on the bed, waiting for Kakuzu to help treat him.

He took off his cloak and cringed at the sight of the scratch on his stomach that he received during the mission. “Man what a pain…”

The door then opened. Deidara glanced up and saw you walking in, wearing your sexy kimono minidress. “How are you feeling, Honey?” You asked as you walked towards Deidara.

He looked at you in confusion. “What are you doing here, hm?” You smiled. “Didn’t anyone tell you? I’m the new medical nin for the Akatsuki!” You say as you set your bag of tools down on the bed next to him.

“I see…” Deidara says. ‘Strong, smart, and she has a unique taste of art…not to mention beautiful…’ he thought. But he was still too prideful to admit it.

“Take off your shirt,” you suddenly say. Deidara widened his eyes. “What?!” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Get your mind out of the gutter! I saw you holding your stomach the whole way back. I need to have a look at you.”

Deidara’s cheeks flushed. “R-right…” He then took off his shirt, exposing himself. You examined the little scratch on his stomach and placed a hand on it.

Deidara turned away and bit his lip tightly. He held back a shudder as the sensation of your manicured hand sent shivers down his spine.

“Just a slight scratch. I’ll put on some ointment,” you say. Deidara watched as you opened your bag and pulled out a small tube,

You opened the tube and squeezed the white creamy substance onto your fingers before rubbing it onto Deidara’s abs.

Deidara hissed at the contact as he gripped the ends of the bed. “I know it hurts, Honey. But I need you to hold still for me, okay?” You say softly as you massage the cream.

Deidara gulped. He wasn’t hissing due to the pain, but rather he was holding back a moan. The feel of your fingers and the cold cream was absolutely soothing.

Deidara felt his cheeks get redder by the second. He couldn’t remember a time where a woman touched him like this. Let alone someone so grown…

Deidara’s eyes fell to your delicious cleavage. They jiggled a bit as you moved. He mouthed a ‘wow’ as he found himself mesmerized by the movements.

You took your hand off his abs. “Does it hurt anywhere else, Honey?” Deidara snapped out of his trance. “Oh! Um…well…” His eyes nervously fell to his lap.

You glanced down at it and placed your hand on his leg. “Here?” Deidara nearly flinched at the touch. He couldn’t even meet your concerned eyes. “…Higher…” he managed to say. “…Near my…”

“Here?” You slid your hand up his inner thigh, making Deidara gulp. He nodded slowly. “Mm.”

You nodded in acknowledgement. “Alright…” You dig into your bag and pull out a small towel before turning back to Deidara.

“Take off your pants,” you tell him. Deidara widened his eyes. “Wait a minute-!” “-I have this towel to cover your modesty. Relax, I won’t see,” you interject as you open the towel.

Deidara nervously got off the bed. His slowly shaking hands gripped the bands of his pants. You hold the towel close to his crotch as Deidara let’s his pants fall to his ankles.

Deidara sat back on the bed as you laid the towel on his crotch. You then squeeze some more ointment onto your hand before sliding it up under Deidara’s towel to rub cream on his inner thigh.

Deidara’s breath hitched. He could feel his body heat rising up and your warm hand massaged the cold cream against his inner thigh.

Every so often, your manicure just barely scratched the veins of his twitching shaft, and boy was it ever a lovely friction.

Deidara’s eyes fluttered shut as he took in the sensation. He could feel his cock ache a bit more by the second.

You glanced up at Deidara after noticing how he’s been awfully quiet. You raise an eyebrow in amusement. ‘He looks relaxed, doesn’t he?’ You thought.

You glanced back down at the towel, noticing it had formed a tent. Your eyes widened. “O-oh…”

You watched the tip rise up more by the second. ‘Is he…hard?’ Your eyes filled with lust as you stared at the toweled cock in amazement.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips. Despite your reputation, the truth of the matter was that you hadn’t touched a dick since your late husband died.

You craved some action, as you were sick of merely flirting attractive men you saw.

A seductive smirk plays on your lips. ‘Well you know what they say about Nasty 19~’ you thought blissfully.

You briefly take your hand off Deidara’s inner thigh and apply some more ointment onto your hands.

You then bring your hand up the small towel to rub the cream on Deidara’s dick. The young blonde Akatsuki gasped as his eyes shot wide. “Oh…”

You giggled at that. Deidara’s eyes met your lidded gaze. He shivered when he watched your tongue coat your cherry lips. “L-lady Y/N I-AAH!”

Deidara moaned when you started to stroke his shaft. He could feel his body heating up by the second.

“Shh~” you shushed. “Call me, Mommy~” You gripped Deidara’s dick as you slowly started to pump at the erect shaft. His breath grew heavier as sweat started to pour down his body.

“Don’t be nervous, Honey,” you cooed as you took the towel off his lap. You marveled at the sight. 5 1/2 inches wasn’t too bad at all.

“I’ll take good…care of you…” with that you press your manicured thumb against the pink spongey tip, causing pre cum to drip out. Deidara groaned as he threw his head back. He couldn’t believe what was happening and he sure didn’t want it to stop.

You smiled. “That’s a good boy, Honey…” You give his cock a few more pumps. Deidara felt himself get closer and closer. Just before he could cum, you took his hand off the shaft. He whined as you giggled.

“Don’t be upset, I was just about to give you a treat~” you purred. With that, you slip off your kimono minidress revealing your sexy red lingerie set, complete with garter straps and a belt.

Deidara’s eyes bulged out wide. “Oh wow…” His eyes scan your figure, not missing a single curve.

The patterns, colors, and lace of your lingerie brought out your beautiful s/c skin. Deidara always thought that art was a fleeting moment but you were an exception.

You put your leg over Deidara’s lap and straddle him. He shuddered when the lace fabric of your panties tickled the veins on his shaft. You could feel your clit throbbing with one as his tip just barely poked it through the fabric.

You reached one hand behind your back and unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the ground. Deidara’s heart beated like a drum. He had never seen breasts this big before.

You reached your hands behind Deidara’s head and slowly pulled him close. “Wanna taste?” You purred. “Please…” Deidara moaned desperately. “C’mere…” you whispered.

You hugged Deidara close, allowing him to suck your breasts. They were warm and slightly sweaty but otherwise tasty. He palmed your other breast, allowing his hand tongue to also have a taste.

“Whew!” You squeezed your eyes shut and threw your head back as you took in the sensations of the two mouths, coating up your tits with the slick.

You grip Deidara’s ponytail as you rolled your hips against his crotch. “Mmm, you’re such a bad boy, Honey~” you moaned.

Deidara’s cock twitched at the praise. It was safe to say that he now enjoyed being called Honey.

You slowly push Deidara off your breasts, causing him to whine as you lie him back against the bed. His breath hitched when you rubbed your hands down his chest slowly.

“Easy…easy…I’m taking control here…” you whispered. Deidara felt as though he was gonna have a heart attack. He wouldn’t mind one bit if he were to die this way. After all, att was an explosion.

You take yourself off of Deidara and slip off your panties before lowering yourself onto his dick, allowing him to slide in home.

Deidara made a pained expression. “…Mommy?!” He shrieked. “That’s right, I’m you’re new mommy now~” you purred.

You didn’t waste any time as you started to bounce your hips on his, pushing his dick deeper and deeper inside your gummy, wet walls.

Deidara squeezed his eyes shut. His cheeks burned as he growled. You felt so warm and tight. You squealed in delight as you through your head back, while enjoying the ride.

It had been so long since you had this much fun, especially with someone so young. You had to be careful not to get impregnated.

“LADY Y/N I-!”

You opened your eyes seeing a panicked/lust drunk expression on Deidara’s face. He looked like he was about to lose control of his body.

You removed yourself from Deidara, allowing him to cum all over your clit and stomach. You mewled at the wet warm sensation.

“What a ride!” You giggled. You gave Deidara a peck on the lips. “You were great, Honey~”

Deidara gave you a lazy smile as he breathed tirelessly. You chuckled at the sight as you got off of him.

To his surprise, you slowly pick him up bridal smile and carry him away. “Where are you taking me, My Lady, hm?” Deidara blushed finding himself surprised at the nickname, which only made you smirk.

“I said I was gonna take care of you didn’t I?” You winked. You kicked open the door that lead to a large bathroom.

“Let’s have a bath, Honey. I clean you right up~!”

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chuuyascumsock · 7 months

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Hi There! I hope youre havin a great day and i wanted to ask you who you’re favorite chuuya-verse chuuyas are?

Mine personally would definitely have to be vampires and mob boss chuuya because

GAH-DAYMmm

Like imagine him (vampire!chuuya) coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while lightly swaying to soft music playin on his ancient gramophone.he rests his chin on your shoulder and slowly starts kissing it until he’s at your neck.he feels the bite marks he gave you when you first allowed him to feed on you and it reminds him that you really are his….

(A small mob boss!chuuya one now) And also like imagine some asshat insults you at a bar after you turned him down,the very same bar your mob boss boyfriend owns and he just fuckin decks them no questions asked just decks them.and no one does anything ofc because there nooo way they’re gettin on chuuya nakahara’s bad side! And after what feels like an eternity he gets up off the floor,ordering the mans body to be dealt with. He then looks to you,his expression softening so much that no one would be able to recognize him as the man who just decked a guy to almost-death. He removes his bloody gloves and brings a hand to your face before asking you if your okay and then just whisks you back home to relax,unwind and forget about that entire experience.he holds you close as a random slasher is playing on the tv and you both just fall asleep right there on your couch all snuggled up.

Also ik this is pretty mellow in comparison to the asks and hcs you generally get on this blog but i wanted to give you at least something🥲

Please remember to drink water and take care and slay!(in a way that doesnt subtract from the population preferably 🫡)

This long post made my writer 😼 THROB ( that probably makes no sense at all but if you get it, you get it— if you don’t, you don’t 😩).

That’s so kind of you to ask my favorite Nakahara-verse Chuuyas btw, made me giggle and blush a little 🤭

I have the most specific AU— but reincarnated lovers AU has me drooling and creaming in the most fluff way possible. Like, I love the idea of reincarnated lovers over hundreds of years who continue to find one another, but their love is never at the right time. The angst is what makes my metaphorical reader cock hard.

It works so well too considering Arahabaki existing, so I just take that and run wild with the idea of him possessing multiple versions of Chuuya through decades, centuries, and even millennia. I think too much about the concept sometimes and wonder why I don’t write it. But I know I wouldn’t be able to execute it the way I want, which is why I wait for someone else to have the same idea as me and write it lmao.

But onto Vampire and Mob boss Chuuya— YES, YES, YES, Y E S.

I absolutely crave an old Victorian style vampire fic with Chuuya. UGH, I want him to suck me dry like a go-gurt so bad. I imagine him to be so sweet too and ask for permission to feed from you even if you tell him he doesn’t have to ask because he cares. GRR I need that vamp dick FR. Also the amount of marking that goes on during the schlip and schlide (s e x) is wild.

And Mob Boss Chuuya who only has a soft spot for you just has me rolling in bed and kicking my feet giddily. Cause the way he’d let absolute hell loose if anything happened to you. Also if anyone had the audacity to even look at you wrong he’d immediately fuck them up. ANON YOU’RE MAKING ME UGH— YOU’RE MAKING MY BRAIN SQUIRT WITH THESE IDEAS 😭

Also, thank you, keep yourself hydrated and well fed ❤️

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya smut #i totally ramble a bit

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sketchfanda · 5 months

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Kirishima’s Mystique: Cream&Chocolate Nyotaimori

Sometimes Kirishima found there was a pattern when it came to aspects of his relationship. Namely and mainly being that just when he thinks he had Mina and Maya figured out? They kept finding new ways to surprise him in terms of how kinky they could be and the lengths they always went to just to make him a very happy boyfriend. To say nothing of the fact that they seemed to get a thrill of out wanting to know any and every detail when it comes to what women he's been with, be it chance encounters or spicy little liaisons they arrange on his behalf. There was no doubt what he was looking at right about now was the latter case in question. As he came back to his apartment to find his eyes greeted not with the sight of the cotton candy/bubblegum pink & blue duo doing something erotic or wearing something sexy, but rather a naked bovine babe laying naked atop the table in front of his living room couch. Her silky navy blue hair glistening in the night as 3 blossom flowers rested atop her head and the soles of her dainty cloven feet as sushi pieces laid upon her backside. From her milk chocolate furred thighs all along the curve of her spine acting as a platter as she idly enjoyed a lollipop. A curious hum escaped her muzzled lips as she noticed his arrival. Tilting her head as she seemed to take in every detail about him from head to toe as her eyes twinkled with curiosity. Humming as she seemed like to what she was seeing before Kirishima got her attention by speaking up.

Kirishima:”Soooo I’m guessing my girlfriends put you up to this?” *the pinkish redhead enquired, unable to help himself as he couldn’t stop ogling this sexy nude bovine heteromorph. He had to say, she seemed to take it in stride exposing so much of herself like this before him.*

??:”Pink alien looking girl and a blue scaly babe with streaked hair? You’d be Kirishima?”*the Bovine babe replying with questions of her own,as Kirishima confirmed both answers.* “That they did handsome. Name’s Cream&Chocolate but you can call me CC. Short, sweet and rolls off the tongue. I’m your Nyotaimori for your dinner tonight and those 2 gave me your address and spare key. Don’t be shy now, I’m sure Yiu got to be hungry, working hard as you do..” *the now named cowgirl quipped, tilting her head to gesture to the sushi laying upon her backside.*

Any doubt or hesitation Kirishima had in regards to this situation became forgotten as his stomach growled quite audibly. CC giggling teasingly at his embarrassed expression as the sturdy hero shrugged and decided what the hell? Mina and Maya pretty much arranged dinner for him and figured why not literally serve it to him on a hot piece of ass. Besides which this wasn’t CC’s first rodeo, figuratively speaking and she was a professional providing a service. So waste not, want not as they say. As after a quick change into some casual shorts and a tanktop, the Red Riot hero was sitting comfy on his couch as he picked away at the rolls of fish spread and laid out on this bovine beauty. CC idly kicking her dainty cloven feet s her booty swayed and jiggled enticingly. Enjoying her lollypop as she stayed cool and composed so as to not disturb her client's meal. All the while Kirishima enjoyed whatever he could find on tv, showing that whatever awkwardness or hesitation he had earlier had faded away. comfy with the presence of the nude cowgirl even as he cute tail wagged and caressed his arm teasingly. Wherever Mina and Maya ad gotten this girl hired from? He'd be sure to tell them to write a very high praising review. Soon not a single sushi piece or roll remained on CC's backside, hardly even a speck or crumb of rice. A filling and satisfying meal and yet he wondered if that now meant CC's time was done for him. A pity as he was rather starting to enjoy her presence. Cal him lewd but when you had girlfriends like his and the sort of sex life he had? You developed something of an appreciation for the luxury of women who were easy on the eyes and more thn comfy being naked in your presence, sighing as he caught the bovine beaut's atention from the tv.

Kirishima:*rubs the back of his neck modestly and humbly, a nervous grin flashing those pearly white shark teeth of his.* "Sorry about that, guess I should've played with my food more. So tha means you're done?"*He enquired, a cute puzzled look on his face as CC simply giggled sweetly before shooting him a sultry look. Fingers idly tapping the stick of her lollipop as she made her booty jiggle a bit.*

CC:"Ooh handsome, we're not done just because you're no finished. Your girls booked me for you, All....Night....Long. That was just your appetizer, your main course and dessert are now ready. So dig in, cutie...not gonna lie, just looking at you is making me so damn wet right now...."

Now Kirishima wasn't sure when that switch just went off in his brain and his libido prety much took over control of his body at this point. Maybe it was something about CC's voice, the sultry sesual tone as she made it clear how aroused she was. The honest, direct need in giving herself to him sexually not just simply because it was a professional courtesy but more than mutual on her part. Or could be he was in that mood where being in the presence of a sexy naked cowgirl who he just ate sushi off reached its natural conclusion with his brain just about telling him. "BE A MAN AND GIVE THAT COW A RODEO!!" All the same of course, here he was kneeling on the floor of his living room. His face planting against that juicy,bubbly furry bovine booty. Hands grasping and squeezing those meat cheeks with playful slaps and massaging them along with her splendid thighs. Not quite the melon poppers that Mina and Maya's but they were still a fine class all their own. Her moans deepthroated as they flowed like a melodic, erotic songbird, gasping and moaning as her heroic client ate her out. Feeling his tongue probe and prod her slit as he drank up her flowing pussy juices. Even rimming her anal pucker as he showed his thanks in more ways than one to CC for providing such a delicious meal. It was small wonder she was called Cream&Chocolate because she was a dessert he was going to enjoy and then some. As the bovine hottie bit her lip sensually at feeling her hunky client hit a sweet spot more than once, grasping the table as her teeth grit and bit down on the stick of her lollypop while her milky tits pressed and rubbed against the smooth surface of his table as her spine tingled with orgasmic delight. Those two girlfriends of his promised her that their man was going to rock their world but she just figured they were hyping up out of good nature. but nope, hyperbole this damn well wasn't and she loved it!!

Kirishima:"Goddamn...easy now,no need to choke yourself on it...I'm kind of a grower..."*The sturdy chivalrous stud groaned,doing his best to reassure CC she didn't have to overexert herself. As he sat back on the couch, naked as CC caressed his chest and abs with one hand while the other stroked his cock. That is the portion that wasn't currently being fit being fit into her mouth. Lips latched around his fuckrod as she licked and sucked away. Seemingly motivated and challenged by his words as she sought to deepthroat him, eyes glowing with lust as his pre oozed away onto her tongue. Dazzling her tastebuds as she rubbed thighs together, feeling her nectar flow down them with sticky warmth.*

CC:*popped her off of his cock, sensually stroking him as she gave the tip a soft kiss and lick. Nuzzling her face against that drool soaked rod as she looked up at him with her lusty eyes. Kicking and licking her way uo along his abs and chest as she climbed up to sit in and straddle his lap. Lining up that meat hammer as she rubbed her slit against it, licking her lips at the groan he gave as her nectar lubed it up.* “Mm they told me Yiu could be such a gentleman….but Yiu don’t need to be gentle with me handsome…take this and fuck me, as rough and hard as you want…I want to You to rut like Younwant to out a baby in me…how’s that make you feel…Daddy?”

The moment she uttered that word? Kirishima’s red eyes gleamed, his quirk kicking in some spots of his body as he grit his teeth. Grasping CC’s waist as he pushed down to meet his thrusting hips. The bovine lady of the evening throwing her head back to let out a deep, passionate moan. Nearly mooing as she felt his cock lenetrate her, inch upon inch of bitch pleasing meat sinking deeper into the muscular embrace of her pussy’s walls as they began to assault thst length and girth with sticky warmth. Her stomach swelling to indicate just how deep her studly client was, as his heavy balls were pressed against her bubble butt. Soon as he’d bottomed out, Kirishima began to pump and thrust away, picking up a steady rhythm, slow and deep at first before he soon began licking up speed and upped the intensity of his erotic tempo. CC gasping and moaning as she wrapped her arms around his powerful shoulders, her tits pressed up against his pecs as they rubbed against those powerful muscles. Pressing her lips to his as they made out,tongues dancing as the bovine found out just how wild and primal the chivalrous hero got when it came to that one word. It was a small fact Mina and Maya had shared that their Red Riot stud had a bit of a breeding kink. Like nothing got him going more than when a girl played up being a bitch in heat, calling him Daddy and hinting that nothing turned than on more than to have him knock them up and make them his baby mamas. Suffice to say, they were so damn right on the money as she rode the tidal wave passion that began to assault her senses with primal sensual passion.

Kirishima:*grunted and growled, belting out the words get pregnant like some personal mantra as he performed a standing fuck. CC's legs hooked around his powerful arms and shoulders as he made her bounce and ride on his jackhammering cock. Licking and sucking on her bouncing milktank tits as her juices splashed and soaked his pevlis.*

CC:"Aaahn harder daddy!! Make me go on maternity leave!! AAahn i've cum 5 times and you haven't pulled out once!!"*The bovine beauty howled and cried,as she stood in the downward dog,bent over the couch before the intensity of Kirishima's powerfucking made her arms and legs numb, soon going to doggy style then being fucked prone. Those heavy,loaded balls smacking her outerlips and her clit as she gasped and moaned from his sharp teeth grazing and nibbling along her neck and shoulders. Each and every moment he went and came inside her, blowing his load as he filled her womb was like she found herself reaching a sexual nirvana. This guy,she didn't have to fake it for even once. Christ next time she'd gladly do it again pro bono as she kept at it with him,all,night,long. Earning her pay and then some....*

The very next morning, CC and her chivalrous john laid together on the couch, the bovine babe being the little spoon. Their loins still joined together as the morning rays of light made for quite the picture. One beheld by Mina and Maya as the candy coloured girlfriend duet that called Kirishima their boyfriend grinned like the mischievous minxes they were. Snapping pictures of their man basking in the afterglow of his latest and most recent conquest. Ohh they'd be sure to give CC a highly rated 5 star review, especially once they found their hidden camera and checked the content highlights of what went down after their stud enjoyed his sushi platter. Hey never it be said they don't know how to treat their man like the greatest gift they ever got and then some.

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