#so we all didnt want to cook dinner and left to pick something up. and when we come back i saw my dad had eaten one of the fucking
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somehow i have reached enlightenment where i am free of anger. all it took is for my mom to be so so mad at my dad and everyone and everything else in the world all the time to do it
#like. my moms making a HUGE cake and a bunch of cupcakes for her coworkers husbands birthday or whatever#and i usually help her with baking bc we both really enjoy it#so yesterday we made all the frosting and i made soft pretzels bc we thought it would be fun to use to make the handle on the beer mug cake#instead of using gum paste so i made like 10 or so normal pretzels and two that we could try and use for that#so we all didnt want to cook dinner and left to pick something up. and when we come back i saw my dad had eaten one of the fucking#specifially shaped ones. i was like im not even dealing with this now im fucking hungry and ate#then after we were all done my mom finally saw and was like did you fucking eat the differently shaped one#and my dad was like lol yeah 🤪 and she was like we were fucking using that for the cake#and my dad isnt even like oh im so sorry or anything he literally just. oh lol if it makes you feel better i gave half to the dog 🤪🤪😋!!!#usually i would be so fucking angry bc /I/ was the one who made all the pretzels in the first place but my body was like no girl we have to#shield ourselves from how upset your moms about to be#anyways. my dad just came in to my room be like ughhhh should i make another batch. and i was like well you dont have to bc i made two#so i guess we can go with that and hes like ughhhhh no i guess i will so your mom wont be mad at me 🙄#im just. im just so fucking tired of my dad doing all this shit to either intentionally or unintentionally irritate me and my mom and then#acting like hes being fucking crucified bc EVERYONE IS AGAINST HIM!!!! when he refuses to apologize or even acknowledge that hes done#anything wrong. like i get nobody in this fucking family is good at talking abt anything but he just is so avoidant things have been piling#up for YEARS.#ugh. okay. done i guess i dont know im just so tired. i feel like i have to play fucking marriage therapist to these two bc he refuses to do#anything to try and make their lives not miserable
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Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.
Worth the Wait
nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333
the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3
Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681
“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.
Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.
“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.
His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.
“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.
“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”
Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”
“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.
“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”
“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.
“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.
“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”
Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”
When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.
Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.
Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.
“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.
Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.
Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.
“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.
“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.
“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.
“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.
For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.
Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.
From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”
“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.
“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.
“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.
He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.
“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.
“Always.” You whimpered back.
“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.
Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.
You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.
“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.
Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.
You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.
“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.
Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.
Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.
“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.
“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.
“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.
He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.
“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.
“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.
He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.
“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.
“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.
Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.
“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.
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Can you do chubby reader x toji who loves to workout
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༉‧₊˚. 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 toji is a gym rat. he loves working out but It upsets you because he never spends time with you. you wanna scold him, but end up getting distracted and he apologizes In a different way.
ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆. hello my loves! jus wanted to say, I am so grateful for all the loyal supporters and love I’ve been getting and wanted to announce were so close to 1k followers! once we do manage to get to the goal I wanna do something special for you all. I want to do a little give away type thing. I’ll make a post following up on what It Is but other than that I hope you guys enjoy the story!
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₊˚ෆ 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 - toji was an absolute gym rat. he loved working out, day and night he was always In the gym doing his work out routines, you would get lucky enough If you see him on the couch one day eating chips scrolling through his phone but other than that he's always In the gym. you do scold him every chance you get when you see him but you can never stay too mad at him considering he would always distract you by flexing his chest. It was 7:15pm, normal time you would start cooking dinner but you still haven't seen toji all day, since 12 this afternoon matter a fact. you haven't spent not one time with him. he told you before 3 he would be back to the bedroom to lay with you since It's your day off from work but you've been by yourself ever since, you barley get to see him considering your packed work schedule and his. you huffed pulling the blankets off your body walking out the shared room to go down to the gym. when you walked past by the gym, you could see him doing sit ups with his headphones on, back full of sweat as they flexed every sit up he did. you would say you had forgotten all about scolding him.
normally you would go off on him for always working out and making promises he never keeps but this time you stayed quiet and watched him. the small grunts and groans that left his lips every sit up made you bite your lip. the way his hair stuck to the back of his neck as his muscles twitched and flexed— fucking hell! could you blame yourself though? you had a hot boyfriend who has everything perfect about him. his back, his abs, his arms, his face.. how did you bag him? you always asked yourself why toji decided to go for you Instead of some other girl. but when you confessed to him and asked why he picked you, his answer had shocked you. from glances you would honestly think toji's type Is a skinny, long haired chick but In reality his type were bigger chubby girls, when he told you, you didnt buy It and thought he was messing with you till he had that look on his face. the look that tells you he's telling the truth. your eyes started to trail up to his bare arms watching as they flexed.
toji must've felt a presence behind him by the way he stopped his set, taking his headphones off turning his head over his shoulder to see you leaning against the frame. he clicked his tongue spotting you staring at him and the outfit you were wearing. It was an outfit he had bought for you on your birthday, which was only to be worn In the bedroom for his eyes only just In case company came over but obviously not. by the looks of It, It seemed you were trying to tease him but In reality you decided to wear It because It was the first thing you saw, and you thought he was going to be In the bed but he wasn't. so you didn't bother to change not thinking much into It till toji got up from his sitting position walking towards where you were with a grin on his face, your eyes followed each step of the way, keeping your focus on his with arms crossed. even If he has you distracted right now doesn't mean you forgot.
toji could know he did something to upset you by the small pout on your face as you looked at him. he tilted his head with a mocking pout of his own, "why you so pouty, hm?." he asked with a hand grabbing your jaw tilting your head a bit, you rolled your eyes scoffing. "you know why." he did but he wanted you to say It, toji shrugged his shoulders shaking his head. "I don't If you don't tell me sweetheart." cock sucker. you huffed. "why didn't you come up like you said you were?." he only shrugged, with a grin. "don' know." he wasn't really paying attention to what you were saying and only focusing on the night gown you had, he knows he messed up by not fulfilling his promise but right now he couldn't help but just stare and get lost Into his own little world.
you could see that he was staring at you, feeling slightly nervous under his stare. was It the outfit you were wearing? was It your stomach showing? so many questions went through your head as to why he was looking at you, maybe he's trying to throw me off. you furrowed your eyesbrows, "don't think you can-!" you went to question It but got interrupted by your gasp feeling him lift you, your heart started to pound against your chest, placing your hands on his shoulders as he took you somewhere, "toji! I wasn't done talking!." he didn't even mind your complaining as he kept walking to the shared room, pecking at your shoulder, squeezing your thighs. "be quiet." this man gave no shit about what you complain about, honestly he didn't even pay attention to you hitting his back to make him out you down. he only kept walking.
toji pecked and nibbled at your shoulder leaving small marks on your skin, opening the door with his foot, laying you on top of the bed towering over you trailing his eyes down the night gown you had on. the strap on your shoulder came lose slightly exposing your breast as you looked confused under him. fuck. you looked so cute, "so..fucking cute." he mumbled to himself leaning down towards your face to peck your shoulder trailing up to your neck then your lips kissing you rough. your eyes went wide but started to close leaning Into the kiss with a small moan, you were getting lost Into his mouth till you realized he was winning!. you grumbled pushing him back, hearing an annoyed sigh. "I'm not done with you yet." you said with a stern look, he rolled his eyes not paying any mind leaving down to kiss your neck, trailing across your t-bone to your breast, kissing down your stomach hearing your breathes go unsteady, you clenched the bed sheets feeling your pussy clench each peck he gave your stomach, "go on." you gulped down a giant lump In your throat clearing your throat.
you tried to talk but only gasps came from your mouth feeling his finger press against you, he raised a brow with a hum. "quiet now, hm?" you didn't answer. you could only focus on his lips that's were placed on your stomach, he always loved kissing your stomach. leaving his marks on them, groaning each time he would. he chuckled hearing your breathes Increase trailing your hand to his hair, raking your nails through his scalp. "why don't I apologize In another way? would you forgive me then?." he chuckled but groaned feeling you pull his hair staring at him with a glare.
"jus fuck me already."
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college stress
summary: jack is trying everything to make sure his girlfriend is stress free and is going to do everything to make it happen.
you had just woken up and you were in the middle of brushing your teeth when you heard jack making his way to the bathroom.
“hi mamas..” you spit the toothpaste out and gave him a kiss “hi baby” “you have school today?” “yes jack, you know this” “cant you miss one day?” “as much as i want to, no baby” “whyy??” “because its going to push me back in my studies!” “baby please.. ill do the work for you” “jack, you cheated off my papers everyday in highschool, and you didnt go to college” “ok?” “you dont know this stuff baby” “hey! im smart!” “not smart enough to brush your teeth before getting in my face.”
you handed jack his toothbrush laughing while he jacked it out your hand.
“and your not smart enough to not kiss me before i brush me teeth!” “oh shut up!”
once you both were done brushing your teeth and washing your faces, you headed into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast for you and jack.
“what do you want to eat jack?” “you” “jackman, i will let you starve” jack started mocking you “oohh jackmann i will let you starve!!” jack said in a extremely high pitched voice. “bitch. im not cooking.”
“wait i was kidding!” “nope! what time is it?” “7:15” “OH SHIT IN LATE!”
you ran to your bedroom and started getting dressed for class, since you were late you just put on some sweatpants and a hoodie and took your hair out the bonnet.
“BABY!” “what jack! i have to go!” “kiss first” you gave jack a peck and tried to rush out the door but he grabbed your hand pulling you back.
“a real kiss our your not leaving” you gave jack a deep kiss and said you loved him and rushed out the door.
around an hour later jack and urban was on the phone and jack was venting to urban.
“yea man, it feels like she doesn’t have time for me anymore, i mean, i get she has her studies and all that but damn” “just call her teachers and beg them to let her pass her classes for tomorrow and explain to then how shes been extra stressed, ect and you want to plan something nice for her and she’ll be back in like 2 or 3 days.”
so jack did just that.
he called every single one of your teachers and they all agreed to give you a free day for mental health.
jack knew you would be home later so he called the restaurant you had your first high school date at and had the whole place reinvented, all tables removed except one, rose petals all over, pink and red lights, and more for after the dinner.
after you got out of your classes for the day you made it back to you and jacks apartments and made your way into the bedroom, you dropped off all your studying sheets and pens onto your desk and made your way to the bathroom.
jack was in the shower getting ready to go out with urban.
“hey baby girl, how was school?” “hi, shitty.” you started getting undressed tossing your clothes into the hamper.
“jack if i tell you one more time, keep your damn clothes in the laundry ben when you take them off!” you said picking his clothes off the floor “im sorry mama” jack opened the shower door expressing for you to get in.
once you got in you turned the water up hotter “AHT! thats to hott!” jack said whining and covering his whole body making his way to the back of the shower.
“your fucking dramatic babe” you turned down the water and jack used his hand as a tester to see if it was good enough.
once you two got out the shower you went to your dresser and put on a undershirt and a pair of jacks boxers while jack got dressed to go out with urban so they could set up your dinner surprise.
“jack where are yall going?” “out to eat while we talk about somethings for the team” “ok baby” you pulled jacks face down by his chin so you could give him a kiss while he fixed his shirt.
“see you later ma” “see you baby.” once jack left you laid down and took a nap.
its was now 8:30pm and jack just texted you.
stinka💕- get dressed in something nice, im picking you up at 9:30
once you seen the message you immediately got up and ran to your closest finding a black dress and some black skinny heals.
you set outfit down and started doing you hair, you had straightened your hair the other day so you put think curls at the end, once you were done with your hair you started putting on your dress, you didn’t want to put on your heels when jack got there.
you started your makeup and was just putting on your setting spray when jack texting you letting you know he was outside.
you quickly put on your heals and grabbed your tote bag, jack was in the car waiting for you looking at you as you speeded to the car.
you got into the car and meet jack holding a bouquet on flowers.
“hi baby” “hi stink” jack leaned over and kissed you handing you the flowers “thank you baby” “of course.”
jack pulled out the driveway and started driving towards the restaurant.
“jack where are we going?” “you’ll see” jack pulled up at the restaurant and you immediately realized where you where.
“JACK YOU REMEMBERED!!” “of course i did mamas.”
jack got out the car rushing over to your side to help you out the car.
jack opened the door for you and helped you out his truck.
you both made your ways inside and you sat in the middle of the restaurant, where jack had it set up.
as you looked around you started to cry “oh no no no mamas dont cry!” jack started wiping your tears softly with his thumb.
“im sorry j, its really pretty” “its all for you mamas, no one else”
eventually you both ordered and started making your way back to the car.
“we got one more place to be at” “jack.. i have class tomorrow..i cant stay out this long” “no you dont, i called in sick for you, easy A in all your classes” “JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW!!” “what?? what i do??” “why in the world would you do that?!” “because baby, you look so stressed, you have little time for me and absolutely no time for yourself. that she needs to stop, understand?” “mhm”
once you started driving to a route you had never been on you started asking questions about where you were going but every time you got the same answer “you’ll see”
jack arrived at a lake and you both made you way to the too right by the railings.
you and jack were talking for a little until he randomly got up and went in front of you.
and got down on one knee.
“jack..” “y/n y/m/n, i have loved you since we were 14, i want the best for you, your the sweetest person i have ever met. you put yourself before anyone else, you make it your priority to make sure everyone is safe even if you dont get the same treatment, i want to be the one who makes sure your safe when no one else does, i want to make sure im always going to be the person thats there for you, whose going to make sure your ok, whose going to stand up for you, please baby.. let me be that person? y/n y/m/n.. will you marry me?” “YES YES JACK OH MY GOD!!” jack jumped up picking you up spinning you around before placing you back down and sliding the ring onto your finger.
“i love you stink” “forever and always?” “forever and always” you pulled jack down and gave him a kiss on his nose while you both made your way back home.
you ended your night in one scary movie then cartoons so you and jack hopefully wouldn’t have nightmares.
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Idea 3: Being in a relationship with Rooster but you didnt have much time together recently. So he decides to prepare something for you. A fancy dinner, candles and the night ends up with him giving you a massage where you both get really turned on, so also some sexy times are about to happen as well and a lot of cuddles afterwards 🥰
okay guys im back from my mini hiatus, i love a good ole rooster fic so much and im kinda enjoying the spoiling of reader w fancy things rn (probably bc today is my birthday, happy 24th to me :) ) anyway how are we doing today? are we hydrated? are we nourished with all the major nutrients? (carbs, proteins and fats?)
p.s. this is your sign to go get a one pound bag of jelly beans because you deserve it :)
p.s. again. it was my birthday when i wrote this last saturday (the 2nd)
THE NOT SO LITTLE THING, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader
You and Bradley had been married for a couple of years now, however, the two of you had had a whirlwind romance in the empty space between his last deployment and his next one, you had dated for a good three months, both completely smitten with each other to the point of co-dependency in some ways, and when Bradley asked the question, a week before he was due to be deployed you didn't even hesitate to say yes.
The wedding was quick, you wore a beautifully simple white sun dress that you were able to pick up cheaply second hand, not having time to pick out a fancier one, you didn't mind (although you were certain your groom to be did), and were glowing with happiness when you met him at the courthouse the day of, your sister behind you with a camera and the ring that he had been saving for you, the one that his mom had left him.
Bradley kept a smaller print out of your official wedding photo in his wallet, he looked at it every day, showed it off to anyone who would listen (especially on that first deployment right after you guys had said 'i do'), you were beautiful, a smile on your face so radiant that he could feel the happiness through it every time he looked at it, on top of his own happiness. It was one of the best days of his life, right after the day that he had met you.
It was your third anniversary, and Bradley sat in the drivers seat of the Bronco looking down at that photo in his wallet, a smile on his face. The pair of you had been so busy lately, he had just gotten home from the Uranium mission, completely worn out, when he wasn't resting he was spending time with Mav, or working on his honey do list that you left him, and when you weren't busy at work (you were a school teacher), you were usually sleeping or cooking.
You guys hadn't had much time for each other lately, and he knew it was bothering you. Bradley, the good husband that he was, was going to fix it for you. He was on his way into the store, a list of ingredients in his hand for what he hoped was a simple enough recipe for shrimp fettucine, and he was going to pick up a bottle of your favorite wine as well.
Bradley was so proud to call you his wife, and couldn't believe it had already been three years together. He wanted to give you all of the things he knew you wanted, even if you never asked for them or complained about wanting them. He had been planning a honeymoon for the two of you since he had left on deployment a few months ago, and had just finished paying for the plane tickets when you had left for work this morning, giving him as long of a goodbye kiss as you possibly could before he sent you on your way with a smack to your ass that made you squeal with the laughter that he loved to hear. He hoped you didn't check the credit card statements any time soon though, you would probably cry.
Your day had been terribly long, you worked at a school for troubled kids, teaching high schoolers who were court mandated to attend schooling, and normally you loved your job, and you loved making an impact on your kids when they finally warmed up to you, but today had felt like a nightmare. One of the new students in your class had started an all out brawl in the middle of one of your fourth period lesson, resulting in them stabbing someone. You spent a majority of the rest of your school day and afternoon in the principals office, apologizing profusely to the victims parents and giving multiple statements to the police. You were shaken sure, but it wasn't your first time experiencing violence like this.
Needles to say, by the time you got home and dragged yourself over the threshold of the front door of the home you and Bradley had recently bought together you were exhausted and stressed, ready to throw yourself face first into bed.
The house was dark when you first walked in, and you hadn't seen his bronco in the driveway either, assuming you were alone you kicked off your shoes and undid the buttons on your blouse, muttering to under your breath the snarky pissed off response that you had wanted to give to your boss when he questioned you why this had happened, (as if it had been your fault) not expecting to find your husband standing behind you with two glasses of wine in his waiting hands.
"Rough day, honey?" He asks, eyeing you in the dim light of the entry way. He could tell from the way that your eyebrows were creased together in the middle of your forehead that something was wrong, that was typically a tell tale sign that you were overly worried or overly stressed about something.
You just look at him, shoulders slumping in relief as you rush to him, burying your face in his muscular chest. You breathe in his cologne and sigh happily as you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing him as tight as you could. Bradley was a thick man through and through and hugging him properly was usually an issue for you as you were never able to get your arms all the way around him. You didn't mind too much though, it still brought you all the calming comfort you could ever need or want in the world.
"What are you doing home?" You ask after a moment, a small smile on your lips as you realize that your husband is awkwardly trying to hug you back with two wine glasses in his beefy hands. You take one from him, gulping down an appreciative sip before humming contentedly. "What smells so good?" You give the air a sniff, completely blowing off his question, not wanting to get into your nasty work day when he had so obviously done something special for you on your guys' anniversary.
Bradley knows what you're doing, he's not an easily distractible man and he knows that you know that, so he figures you must just not want to talk about it right now. "Well, my love, i figured that the two of us could have a quiet evening in to celebrate our love.." He says, grabbing your free hand and gently leading you through the kitchen and into the dining room.
You gasp when he moves from in front of you, set on the table was a a full meal surrounded by lit candles and your favorite flowers, a few petals scattered around the table. He had even remembered to put on a white table cloth too. It might have been the stress but the sight of it brought a tear to your eyes, and your husband noticed it almost immediately, his gaze never leaving your face. "Oh, Bradley!" You gush, setting your already half empty glass down on the table before your place your hands on his cheeks and bring him in for a kiss, his mustache tickling against your face as he pulls you flush against him with his free hand.
You moan as his tongue slips into your mouth, before whining pathetically when he pulls away from you with a groan.
"Not now baby, there's plenty of time for that later, okay?" He says smiling as you pout at him. It wasn't very often that he turned down a passionate kiss like that from you, so you figured you'd play along with his evening. "Want you nice and nourished tonight, you'll need the energy." He winks at you and you can't help but giggle, a happy smile making its way to his face as he pulls your chair out for you.
"Roo, did you do all of this yourself?" You ask, looking at your plate in awe. It was no secret that your husband was terrible in the kitchen (though he could grill a mean steak when he wanted to), and the fact that he put in the effort to do this for you made it all the more special to you.
His lips quirk at the use of his callsign as he sits across from you, the tips of his ears turning red from slight embarrassment as he tells you the truth; "I tried okay?" He sighs and you start laughing immediately, three years together and you knew just how badly things went in the kitchen for him. The man burnt toast every single time, it was no surprise to you that this wasn't made by his own hands. "I went to the store, i got all of the ingredients..I had a list, Y/N, a list!"
"Oh gosh, you really were prepared!" You chuckle, grinning from ear to ear at him through the candlelight. You can see the amusement on his face as well, a laugh coming from deep within his chest. You felt all of the stress of the day melt away from your mind as you basked in this sweet moment with your husband. "What happened when you got home?"
"The shrimp happened!" He exclaims and you cackle in laughter, the sound bringing him nothing but joy. "I wound up at Red Lobster last minute," He sees your eyes widen at the words, and knows exactly what you're thinking. He grins at you, slowly lifting a basket of rolls for you and handing them to you over the table.
"I would suck your dick so hard under the table right now, but i think im too in love with the cheddar bay biscuits.." You moan as you bite into one, still warm as if it had just freshly come out of the kitchen at your favorite restaurant. In the back of your mind you wondered just how last minute his trip to red lobster actually was.
Bradley rolls his eyes at your comment, but he basked in the glory of knowing that he knew his spouse well enough to know that would be your reaction, especially after it had clearly been such a stressful day for you.
The pair of you eat your food, your moans and giggles were the only sounds heard as he held your hand over the table, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as he watched you eat. God, he thought, I wonder if this is how mom and dad felt..
After nearly an hour you both finish, and you finish off your third glass of wine, your body feeling warm and fuzzy as you lean towards him over the table. "What's for dessert, pretty boy?" Your voice is suggestive and so is your mouth as you bite your lip in the way that drove him crazy.
"Oh, sweet thing, you are." He says, standing from his seat, voice husky. He knows your thighs clench together from the way you shift in your seat, his words going straight to your pussy. He knew how to get his girl going, always had. "But first," He comes around the table, still holding your hand as he helps you stand up, pulling you flush against him. "But first, i have plans.."
"Oh?" You ask, letting your lips brush against his as he dips his head down towards yours, gasping when the hand that wasn't holding yours squeezes your ass cheek. A low growls rumbles in your husbands chest, a gleam in his brown eyes.
"Go strip and lay face down on the bed." He squeezes your ass again, rougher than before and sends you on your way out of the dining room, listening as you make your way quickly down the hallway with a 'yes sir' that makes his cock stiffen in his jeans.
You strip down quickly, kicking your wide legged slacks to the side, and your camisole drops down next to it. You take your bra off, but leave your panties on, hoping he would partially be able to enjoy the new lace thong and bra set you had bought for tonight as you lay face down in the middle of the bed, as he had requested.
After a few quiet moments you hear his heavy footfalls coming down the hallway and you bite your lip in anticipation, wondering what exactly your husband had in store for you tonight. "Such an obedient wife," You hear him say, the strong scent of lavender reaching your senses as you feel the bed dip. "This for me?" His voice his husky, his lips soft. His mustache tickles the skin of your tailbone as he places a kiss to the bit of your thong that rests against your back. You hum in response as his lips move up to the dip of your spine, trailing slowly up your back as his large thighs find themselves on either side of your body, the rest of him hovering over you. "So beautiful, baby..always so beautiful."
You sigh in bliss as you feel his hands come up to your shoulders, kneading them as he rubs oil into the skin. You hadn't expected this from him, he was usually the type who could hardly ever focus long enough to give you a massage like this, but you could tell that he had put thought into this as well by the oil he was using, and the pressure he was putting on the space between your shoulders, all of the days tension leaving them almost instantly.
"So good baby.." You moan, feeling his weight start to shift down your back, his hands following with it.
"You've been working so hard baby," His voice is still gruff, but it's sincere as his fingers keep working your skin, the strong digits digging in deeper the farther down he goes. "been taking care of me so good since ive been back, of those kids at school.." You feel one of his hands slip down the small of your back, right past the waist band of your panties, and before you know it, one of his large fingers his pushing into your already soaking hole, curling as he does. "..it's time for me to take care of my wife, huh? whatever you need from me tonight baby, it's all yours pretty girl.."
His words go straight to your pussy, your heat clenching down around his finger and he sighs at the feeling, something that only turns you on farther. It had been so long since the two of you had been able to have a night like this, from the deployment he was on, and then straight to the uranium mission..you'd barely seen each other, let alone fucked each other like the mindless savages you two could be together in the bedroom. To say you were depraved by this point would be an understatement, you were down right starving for you husband, and his cock too.
"..roo, please baby.." You honestly don't even know what you're asking for, to keep fucking you with his fingers? to keep massaging you (because it did feel oh so fucking good to have his magical hands do things like that to you)? to fuck you so cockdrunk stupid that you would have to call into work tomorrow morning? fuck, maybe you wanted all of it, maybe you were so fucking needy for the man that had two of his fingers buried up to his knuckle in your cunt that you didn't give two shits what he did to you, as long as he did something.
He seems to know the answers for you because with a grunt he's shifted down your back, his legs on either side of your own now. Before you know it his large hands are spreading your supple ass cheeks apart and his tongue is on your dripping hole in no time, greedily eating you with your lacey panties (if they could honestly even be called panties with how tiny they were) still on.
"Oh god..." You shudder, your head dropping down into the comforter of your perfectly made bed, your hands fisting the crisp linens, wrinkling them all to hell.
"Not god, sweet thing, just me.." His voice is so thick with lust that he could probably talk you into your first orgasm of the night if he wanted to, but judging from the way that you could feel his hard as a rock cock pressing against the back of your legs you knew that he didn't want to waste time on such trivial foreplay, and, you decided that you didn't want to either, not when you could do it later..not when you needed to feel him in you right that very second stuffing you so full you'd feel him for days afterwards.
"..Need you b-ahh shit.." Bradley must have had the exact same thought pattern as you, that or he could read your damn mind, because the thin material of your thong is pushed unceremoniously to the side as his cock slides into your already sopping pussy. Not only is your husband long, but just like the rest of his body, is cock is also incredibly fucking thick and you feel every glorious bit of his beautiful member stretching your gummy walls out as he slides all the way in, a low groan escaping his throat as he does.
One of his hands goes to your shoulder, gripping it for leverage as he moves long and slow in a few thrusts, testing the waters for a moment. "Feels like fucking home, baby.." He whispers, his mustache tickling the skin of your neck as he places a soft, gentle kiss to the back of it, the total opposite to what he does next. You hear the smack before you register the sting, your ass cheek smarting from the force of the blow he had delt it as he starts fucking you harshly, using the abusing hand to go down to your hips and lift them up just the slightest, giving him a whole different depth within you that you swear you didn't know was even possible.
You squeal a high pitched groan, praising your husband as he pumps his cock in and out of you at an almost brutal pace, you feel him hitting that spongey part of you with every beautiful roll of his hips, rearranging your guts in the most delicious of ways.
It's not long before he has you seeing stars, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy clamps down so tightly that he cums instantly at the feel of it. "Holy fucking shit..pussy s'fuckin' good can't even control m'self..luckiest son of a bitch in the world aren't I?" He babbles, only slightly pussy drunk as he continues to piston into you, pace unwavering as he pushes his cum deep into your soaking cunt as you try to recover from the orgasm he'd just given you within merely a couple of minutes of fucking you.
"m'so good baby," You mewl, legs trembling beneath you. "Please, please, please, please.." You chant, completely unknowing what you're begging him for, but you know you want something. His cock and his hands all over your body have you so warm and tingly that you can't even form coherent thoughts let alone words and you know that he's just fine with doing all the thinking for you right now.
And like the dutiful husband he is, he does just that. His weight shifts, and with a sad whine you realize that his cock is no longer in your, his cum free to fall out of your hole as he shifts your bodies, laying in the middle of your guys' bed as he pulls you on top of him, one hand holding his still stiff cock as the other guides you down onto it, his large hand splayed across your back, just above your ass as you start bouncing on him, hands on his chest to support you.
"Bradley, baby, so fucking deep.." You whine, head thrown back as your tits bounce with every movement. He grunts beneath you, his fingers digging into your back as he starts pistons up into you, meeting your every bounce with one of his own. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room and the sinfulness of that alone makes your pussy clamp down onto him again, his cock hitting the places that make you feral.
After a while your thighs start to burn from the effort, but it doesn't seem to affect Bradley so much, he continues fucking up into your hot, wet cunt, and uses his hands on your hips (squeezing so hard that you know for certain his fingerprints are going to be left for day on your skin), you look down at him, unable to form any words other than his name, the sound rolling off of your tongue in a chant so high that you worry the neighbors might call the police (lord knows it wouldn't be the first time), you watch his biceps flex with every movement made to lift your body up with such ease its as if you weigh nothing to him, the sinewy muscle supporting you like you were the weight of air.
Your fingers claw into the skin of your chest and your husband groans, words leaving his mouth that you cant quite make out as your ears rings with the force of your second orgasm rolling through you, hitting you like a hurricane hits the land. Your head lolls forward, slack jawed as you cum harder than you think you ever have before. The sight of you must do something to Rooster because within seconds you feel his cum painting your walls once more, and his thrusts slow to a stop.
You collapse onto him, both of your chests heaving as you His hands move from your hips, ghosting along your spine and you damn near purr as they land in your hair, grasping the back of your head to lift you up into a sloppy, heated kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together as he presses you against his still heaving body. His mustache tickles your skin and you pull away from him with a delirious giggle. "I fucking love you, Rooster."
"I fucking love you too, sweet thing.." He chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your sweaty ear as he smiles up at you with the same loving look he had given you on your guys' wedding day, the same one that made the feeling of love spread from the top of your head to the bottoms of your toes. "Which is why, as a present for both of us, i booked us that honeymoon trip you always talked about.."
Your body snaps up, brain on full alert now. He looks up at you with a shit eating grin, and you can't keep the shock off of your face. "Virgin Islands?" You ask, he nods once, proud smirk still adorning that handsome fucking face of his. "Bradley oh my god..are you sure we can afford it? We just bought the house.."
His hand cups your cheek, thumb slipping into your mouth to shut you up. "Don't worry your pretty little head baby, we both deserve it, i already got approved for leave from work, and..i might have already told your boss about it as well.." He says, his tone telling you that you shouldn't argue with it, or even worry one bit about it. He wanted you to enjoy yourself. He wanted you to be carefree and happy. "Besides, what better way to celebrate three perfect years together than by taking our hard earned honeymoon?"
You quirk an eyebrow at him as he takes his thumb out of your mouth. "I dont know," You say, grinding down onto his miraculously still hard cock. "I think i could think of something just a little bit better.."
"Oh, you're in for it now babygirl.." He growls, throwing you onto your back as you giggle wildly, knowing damn well you were about to call into work in the morning.
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hi:)
could i request a scenario with mha boys where the reader is midsize and she is a foodie. she like cooking in the dorm kitchen, but her bf notices her not cooking as much and feeling self-conscious. srry if it sounds stupid :) <3
OML NO IT DOEST SOUND STUPID I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHHHH
thankyou for requesting<333 i literally squealed when someone actually requested something :,) sorry if its long tho lol
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if you wanna request other things go ahead!
katsuki
Since you like to cook and katsu is good at cooking, yall can have lil dinner dates yk?
anyways yeah katsuki doesnt care if you eat like 6-8 times a day n make a lot of food
whatever makes you happy and comfy is what he wants for you
Usually you make food for the two of you in the afternoons, a mini date(?)
he spots you in the dorm kitchen and makes his way over to you; snaking his arms around your plush waist, putting his head on your neck
Katsu observes the food that your stirring rn and goes:
“Are you making a plate for yourself y/n?”
“Yeah..?”
“Why’s it such a small damn batch then?”
“Im just… I guess im not that hungry today”
“Damn nitwit you think I dont notice? yesterday you only ate itty bitty snack. now today your portion of the food is rat sized shit”
he left the silence for you to answer, which you didnt really wanna answer since katsuki would quite literally explode if you told him the truth
“Theres nothing to worry about i just kinda got off tack the last two days ig”
“…fine”
the next couple days hasnt been any better
he saw you scrolling through tumblr, but around this time you were eating or at least both at the same time
“y/n stop fucking with me”
you: 😀❓
“tf do you mean”
“Im not blind y/n you stopped eating, this isnt like you”
he was practically towering over you while you were sitting on the bed
Kat stared in the middle of your gorgeous soul
“speak damnit..”
“… do you like me this way?”
“What?”
“Like.. big? and i know eating all the time wont help either”
“This is the most dumbassery I've ever encountered in my whole life, it doesnt matter to me if you are bigger than most people. the only damn thing that matters is the person who you are in the inside… im not tryna be sappy damnit”
katsu crossed his arms “now, were going to eat your f/f whether you like it or not” he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen to have a lil dinner/ cooking date
throughout the dinner/cooking date he said lil reassuring words to you to help out your insecurity
kirishima
^ this is basically how he acts after sparring
Kiri hugs you from the back placing gentle kisses on your neck, going up down n across the nape
the gesture tickles you a bit, scrunching your shoulders up a bit
he squeezes you, loving the way that your whole body feels like a pillow
“How about we go out and eat today?”
“But its really expensive, i can just make something quick for you”
Kiri squishes you even more and basically hops on the couch with you still in his arms “but we can get all the food that we want tho!”
All you wanted to do is just run away, laser all the fat off and just be done with it and feel like a ‘normal’ person, without feeling like your being judged all the time
“Yeahh but we can also eat something… more healthy”
“but you always love to eat with me! whats wrong?”
“Idk i just dont feel like it today”
“Its ok, somedays are just like that”
he kisses you quickly and yall stay and cuddle there for a bit
eventually you guys pick up some snacks together
even just picking out something or mentioning food just makes you go uneasy and eiji notices
for the whole week you havent been doing your normal cooking, just simple quick snacks after school and avoiding eating out
kiri realizes he has to do something bout this
“hey baby?”
you were sitting at the table, scribblin things down
“did you eat today?”
“Yeah i ate some cereal and thats about it”
😐 “baby no you gotta eat more, why dont you cook for us!”
you continued scribbling
“But i dont need to eat more do you even know what i look like??”
“Yes i do and its a wonderful sight”
“Eijiro no”
“Eijiro yes!”
“wtf is wrong with you kiri”
“I look like a bloated walrus or a whale about to explode”
“No you do not look”
he squat down to your tummy, lifted the fabric that was covering it kissed it a bunch of times n nuzzling and everything
your cheeks got heated really fast by the action
he looked up to you “see? you got nothing to be ashamed of, its a really nice pillow” he went to your chest and nuzzled that too “and heres your really sweet personality”
he hugs you really tightly and kisses at the crown of your head and his hands goes to your cheeks and squishing them too
“your so cute, you know that?”
“Shush”
yall ended up cooking together, mostly you tho
“Your like a wizard in the kitchen!”
“And your the goblin that never learned how to cook”
“Damn y/n ig someones grouchy”
after yall are done making the food he spoonfed you, making sure that you felt loved and understood
#Katsuki x chubby reader#katsuki x plus sized reader#Katsuki hcs#katsuki imagines#lizandbo#mha#mha x chubby reader#bnha x chubby reader#mha scenarios#bnha scenarios#katsuki scenarios#Katsuki x reader#bakugo#Kirishima#kirishima x reader#kirishima x chubby reader#kirishima x plus sized reader#Eijiro hcs#eijiro x reader#kirishima headcanons#Katsuki headcanons#bakugo x chubby reader#foodie reader
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loser!ellie x bsf!reader
a.n : soo this is the Prologue to my first series and it’s hopefully gonna turn out to be a slowburn with a lot of pining, but also a roadtrip !!!
summary: Ellie and readers first time meeting!!! Fluffy and comfort
Warning : traumatic event, a person faints, mentions of hospital, reader is being bullied in some way? and i think thats it but if i forgot something tell meee
June (8 years ago)
(reader is 9 and Ellie is 10)
readers pov :
You can`t even see the street in front of you, with those tears in your eyes.
Step by step you try to whipe them away but they keep coming back so everything is blurry.
It started pretty simple. The other kids didnt let you play volleyball with them, which didn`t suprise you. They haven´t spoken to you in so long, not even when you tried to talk to them at school break.
A few Months ago your parents had their 20 years Anniversary and their plan was it to celebrate that big. They invited the whole Neighbourhood to your house, they cooked amazing dinner an had their weird music on. Everything was generally fine. Your grandma wanted to pick you up 2 hours later at 6 p.m, so that you you still have some quality time with your parents.
You haven`t seen your parents this happy and excited for something in ages, your whole body relaxed seeing them this careless.
You still remember the view you, sitting on a kitching chair while your father made some milshakes for the guests, when you suddendly heard your mother scream. Hearing this noice from someone you love this much is one of the wost things youve ever expierenced. But not as bad as seeing your big brother unconcious in your mothers arms on the floor. Then everyone and everything moved fast. It felt like your soul left your body for a moment. You weren`t able to move or talk, let alone think. You stood there staring at him till your uncle pulled you aside and drove you in shock to your grandmas.
For a few hours you only cried into your grandmas arms not sure what had happened. She seemed to know but she defentily didnt tell you, she only held you tight and whispered that everyting will be either fine, okay or good. You didn`t believe shit. If no one can even tell you what was wrong with your brother, then it had to be something serious.
Hours later you prarents finally called, saying that they`ll stay at the hospital for the night with your brother. Being left behind and not knowing what was going on exacly kept you up the night, jumping out of your sleep and running to your grandmothers bed with tears in your eyes.
The next day your brother was standing in the door, looking like a ghost. Pale, without much emotions in his face and for a second you actually thought he wasn`t real.
He didn`t talk to you at all, the whole time staring straight ahead at nothing. Your father took the both of you to the car, while your mother talked with you grandma, and told you that your not allowed to tell anyone what happened. That confused you even more, because what had happened? You asked that the whole ride home but everyone kept being quiet, even your brother who sat next to you would just stare out the window in silent.
Turns out the kids in school still heard about it from someone and now everyone is either ignoring or whispering about you. Mia, a girl from your class who you considered a friend, told you that she wasn`t allowed to talk to you anymore. She didnt know why, just that her parents had told her that.
You exepted to be left out after a few weeks, but this time it just seemed harder to ignore. Your whole class was on a beach trip today, even the teachers agreed to it and after a while you realised that there was nothing and no one there for you.
When you felt the tears running down your cheeks you just left, because if anyone would see you crying then they woudn`t ever talk to you again for sure.
You`re sure that no one saw you leave, or even the teacher didn`t care about you as much anymore.
The warm summer air is blowing your hair back a bit and you could hear the gentle waves of the ocean. Your head turns around and now your in a little neighberhood but still close enough to see the sea, so for sure not that lost.
"hey you!"
You wince and your head spins for a bit, trying to find out where the voice came from, now staring at a girl?
she has very short auburn hair, cut in a bowl form, and is around your age. Her green eyes are peer right into your soul and she is just sitting in front of a house on the grass, with a comic in her hands.
Of all the things that you notice about this girl, her lightning McQueen crocs were the first.
You frowned, but she just kept gawking at you like it was the most normal thing in the world. Any other girl wouldn't have allowed herself to do something like that, or at least it would be embarrassing for her, but not this girl. Boys can do whatever they want, it will be avenged with something.
“He’s just so silly”
“He’s a boy of course he would do something like that”
“It’s okay it’s not his fault, boys are like that”
Girls don't. We're always not doing something right.
“How embarrassing, god be more mature”
“Now she’s trying to be funny”
“All the hormones must be the reason your this way, right?”
For a few moments the both of you are just staring at each other, you with an uncertain look on your face and she studying you.
"did joshua sent you?" she asks with an suspicious expression.
"Who`s joshua?"
"a dick" the girl answers, focusing on her comic again.
A giggle left your lips and she looked up at you again, grinnig slightly.
"he`s a guy from my school who said i stole his pencil. Since then he just keeps ringing on my door and running away. Its annoying and now im just sitting here waitig for this coward to show up"
you`ve never seen her before, so you are probably not even at the same school but something makes you stay anyway. Theres no reason to ask her anything else, you dont know the guy she looks for and you dont even know each other. But shes the first person in long time who atually speaks to you normally.
"did you stole it?"
"yeah"
Your eyes meet and a smug look appears on her face again.
"so why are you crying?" she lets her comic down beside her on the grass.
"oh wow! your`re only realising it now?" maybe you don’t look that bad and can go back in a while, lets face it you have no where to go.
"nah but i wanted to make sure you’re not one of joshuas little sister or something first"
Your hopefull smile dies.
"how old is he? I’m sure I’m his age"
" hes 9"
"see, me too"
her brows go up in sarcastic shock.
"could’ve sworn you were 7"
"huh?!" you gasps irritated
"kidding. so why are you crying?" the girl asks again.
you don’t know how to answer that and you were too embaressed to even think about it.
"I really wanted to play volleyball" you kind of lie.
she nods, understanding apperantly, even tho you don’t know one person who would actually cry because of not being able to play volleyball.
"we can fix that" she gets up quicker than you can react to her decision.
"what do you mean" you grab the end of your shirt nervouse and shy of this fast, new situation. you’ve just met each other?
" i have a volleyball in the garage and the beach is down the street? we can play a bit if you want to" her cheeks turn pink and you smile happy. She sounded genually interested in spending time with you, you can hear her own nervousness in the way her voice breaks at the end.
"yeah that would be... pretty nice. Um whats your name?"
You follow her to The garage, she walked way more confident than you ever did and she was a bit taller too.
"Ellie, yours?”
a.n: gonna start writing chapter 1 and it’ll hopefully be out in a week btw my inner feminist was showing up there for a sec idk if 9 year olds relate to that sorry (idc)
Anyways hope you guys liked it and there will be smut in the future sooo mdni!!
would be sweet if you rebloggg (🙏)
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Caitlin Hespe in NYC - Day 4
Am awake now at 4 am, despite really needing to sleep.
This isnt supposed to be performative, but can’t see the possibility of that, given it is being read.
Can non-performativity be prescribed?
I am going to watch something to take me into the morning.
I did not sleep from 2am.
Street tree care -
Exacerbated by my lack of sleep, I really wanted to avoid this, to avoid leaving the apartment, to avoid having to talk to anyone.
But, I went, got there early, it was very hot- (I had overdressed), I hoped very much it would somehow be cancelled or called off, but it wasnt, and it turned out to be surprisingly enriching. like compost.
At first it was just three of us, then it grew to five. All very lovely people, all doing this sort of thing - street care, community services, a lot on the side of their jobs.
We pulled out weeds and rubbish from around the trees, loosened up the soil which was very dry and compacted, then dumped a lot of fresh compost around them.
The difference between the rock hard soil and the fluffed up compost was a contrast that could only feel nourishing. I hope the trees felt/feel it. Im pretty sure they do.
Still not sure how much to record here.
The fact that others have to read does make a difference, infact.
Walked hurriedly to apex office to pick up a pass, rushed to the metro to get to poster house on time for the workshop, to find out the event had been pushed back an hour.
I wandered through the exhibition of Japanese poster art, and did some writing. The colours and techniques of image overlay and patterning in these posters are incredible.
The origami workshop was exactly one hour of making folds. The leader of the workshop had such an incredibly soothing and calm voice, and his choice of words for each step was immaculate. Left with a swan in a samurai hat on a cube.
Walked to the salsa class location, w 37th. Spent too long deliberating what to purchase as a snack, because of extreme hunger, but not wanting to interfere with the dance class. Had a drinking yogurt.
1-2-3—5-6-7—
Was the refrain in my head after one hour of salsa.
My sweaty hands are often the reason i try not to dance with partners, so i had to get over that. It was fine. The females rotated around the room to dance with the males. It was quite an intimate situation, to be learning and so vulnerable, so close to a stranger.
Only two were obviously there to meet women, and were quite confident dancers. Suave. Others, were very encouraging, or bashful, or just sweet.
Raining when I left.
Walked to Times Square to get the metro, because I wasnt sure if i would make the effort another time. I didnt linger, mostly noticed a frenetic tourist energy - wanting to get the perfect shot and move on.
Cooked myself dinner, aiming for early night. Impressed I got this far with as little sleep.
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longgggg fucking vent post under the cut. idk if it even counts as vent i am simply relaying information about the situation and i am unsure how i should feel right now
oh my fucking GOD my brother is such an asshole like. ok so whats happened over the past couple days is that
i hit a depressive period. it is Obvious -> since im depressed i dont have energy to eat or cook much and ive been struggling with making sure to eat Before this -> we have recently got groceries and there are muffins. before this i was literally eating a slice of bread so i would at the very least not pass out or vomit so obviously when we have that im going to switch to Depending on that -> this is something i do a lot, unconciously, to eat. i have a single 'meal' and stick with it until its run out. whether or not it has lots of steps.
what happened after this is
my brother gets pissed cause i ate all the muffins and he calls me a bitch and some other stuff idr cause i deleted the messages -> i am hanging by a thread and being confronted abt an insecurity on multiple levels makes me very upset -> i attempt to deflect these feelings by joking about it so that i can convince myself that im not upset -> he responds negatively and calls me annoying + brings up the fact that hes the only one whos been cleaning downstiars and subtly implying that im lazy and never do any work. a fact he Has said to my face despite this being proven Not True many times. and none of the Mess hes been cleaning up is mine since i have not been using the kitchen / using dishes / had items isolated to a single small table -> i get more upset and decide to be honest and write a short, frank note [bc this is all over text bc he never talks to me face to face] saying that i am depressed. its difficult to eat and i wasnt even Thinking of him [as he is someone who regularly gets on everyone else for eating junk sweet food so i dont think he wnats that stuff] and i apologize for being a dick and thank him for cleaning up.
after this he does not respond which means that there is nothing else he wants to say on the matter. that was a few days ago and i do not talk / go near him. ive phsyically seen him Three times since this exchange. and they lasted a few seconds since i quickly Left The Area.
today was the first time hes messaged me since then to tell me to do the dishes. i Was going to - was debating not to but then it got into my head as a Task I Need To Finish before i could continue what i was doing - but when i went downstairs he was on the couch and this scared me so i went back upstairs and was promising to do it tomorrow.
Until i had another breakdown and completely reorganized all my projects so i wouldnt have an unproductive spiral. and then i just finished so i thought Now i will do the dishes so i can get back into doing my Other Tasks. that is if they werent done - the thing with the dishes is that he said he was going to cook. which is how it usually goes. so its not like he just told me to clean LOL
but during this time i had headphones on which are sound proof and as i was going outside i took them off and realized the tv was on which means hes downstairs. and also i could smell meat cooking, meaning he was making dinner. its at this point i was like. whoops i didnt do the dishes that sucks but also. i Have told him i was in the middle of a depressive period. i havent been eating and i havent been leaving my room at all. even my father picked up on this. its easy to assume that he understands that hey! maybe youll tell me to do something and i just dont do it. for gods sake i didnt even answer the text bc i didnt want to say id do it and then not do it.
so i went to shower instead and felt really sick standing up since obviously i havent eaten and it feels like my stomach is caving in and i can smell food cooking which just makes it significantly worse.
which is whatever. i leave. i think about whether or not my pride will let me go downstairs when he tells me hes made dinner. NOTE: my father is gone today - hes partying with his work friends as a going away thing. so it is just us.
except! he hasnt texted me at all! in fact! its been half an hour since i know he cooked and nothing has been said to me. which leaves the options. he made something else and i can just fend for myself. he made the original meal [which was burgers and takes a while to do cause he does it from scratch] and was pissed that i didnt do the dishes so he didnt make me any. or hes still cooking and has yet to text me [doubtful]
which. i dont know which is worse! and i am unsure if i am allowed to be upset by this!
because on one hand yea. i was supposed to do the dishes and i couldnt even bring myself to do that.
but on the other hand. man im fucking depressed. it took two days of convincing to get me to brush my teeth again. i am getting physically ill from lack of food and ive been having casual thoughts of suicide again. and its not like he doesnt know. like ive told him. ive left out my diagnosis papers so he could see them - which he told me hes read ! im not 'suffering in silence' or whatever. im just FUCK i dont know. i hate this stupid family.
its like everyone looks at me and goes. yea you have problems. but the second i start i dont fucking know having problems everyone gets soooo mad at me and tells me how awful and lazy and how im literally never going to ammount to anything or do anything < real words that my brother had said ! he went off very long on how pathetic i am to my father and only 'apologized' like a day later when he was high which was barely even an apology he just said sorry and then hung up.
its like every time i try to get better and then everyone around me just. fucking i dont even know man. my mom hates me. my brother hates me. my father hates everything i like and everything i stand for and completely refuses to ever listen to me actually talk. im awful person to everyone around me and all my friends and im not getting out of this hell hole. nothing is going to change when i get to iowa. im just gonna be the same shitty person in an even shittier country with people and family that i hate
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cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki
yes i know its july.
1.8 k words
slow burn but there is smut
warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion
your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.
you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.
the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it.
but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”
you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.
“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.
“what? we always-“ you asked
“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said
you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.
you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.
“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.
“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.
“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.
you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it.
week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.
you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?
you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes
the movies you had made together.
the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.
he looked pale.
you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.
“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”
you gulped “oh okay”
you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.
the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.
you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.
and he left.
it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did.
you texted him to hang out.
the two of you got coffee then made out in the car.
his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch.
shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?”
you sighed “im sorry i just-”
he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”
his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got when he was irritated. and he knew it.
“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw.
“do you want to be like that?” he talked down to you with a smirk.
“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift.
you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be.
the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating.
he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside.
“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly.
he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs”
the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.
once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it.
he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open.
you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat.
shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability.
he loved having you at his mercy.
he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs.
“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.
and just like that he dove right in.
he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him.
his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.
“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.
he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit.
you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp.
he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling.
he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache.
he blew cold air on your exposed heat.
you cried out.
and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level.
he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered
“please” you whispered
“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing. i said to beg like the whore you are.”
you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.”
“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance.
he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.
his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles.
you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache.
he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds.
your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release.
“please i - can i please” you whined.
shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening
the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth.
he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?”
and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit.
his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud.
you were crying at the pleasure.
his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you.
your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.
you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.
you could feel him smiling on you.
shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.
he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you.
if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator.
your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out.
your lower body convulsing.
tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.”
“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed
shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh.
“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could.
“no” he said sweetly.
your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked.
you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences.
the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator.
with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up.
despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony.
“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths.
refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants.
he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground.
“well what if we” you started.
“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”
“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.
“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped
“why?" you whinned
he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed.
“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”
"um i-”
you went to speak but no words came out.
shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex”
“oh” you said feeling yourself blush
he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”
he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine”
“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck.
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#mha shigaraki#yandere mha#shigaraki x reader#yandere shigaraki#shigaraki smut#tomura smut#tomura x reader#shigaraki tomura#bnha shigaraki#mha smut#bnha smut#lov smut#shigaraki brainrot#shigaraki x y/n#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki angst
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thanksgiving with osamu!
character(s): miya osamu, gn!reader, reader’s family (mom, dad, sister)
cw: knife (cutting vegetables), anxiety/anxiety attack, swearing (very little, but it’s there), not too strong relationship with family, not not angst but not angst either
word count: +4k
a/n: uh i’m sorry for posting this way after thanksgiving. ive been busy and very sleepy. i haven’t edited yet so i’m also sorry if something doesn’t make sense (especially at the end), i’ll edit it when i get some sleep.
thanksgiving was always hectic, but this year it’s going to be different. this year you have the owner and head chef of Onigiri Miya as your boyfriend. the plan was to make homemade bread rolls and bring them to your parents’ house…. that was the plan anyway.
“this thanksgiving, i’m going to make green bean casserole, roasted carrots, a brie wreath, and a charcuterie board and bring it. what about you? what are you doing for our dinner?” your older sister says. this angers you because you don’t want to feel like you didn’t contribute anything to dinner and yet you don’t want to run out of time or bring so much that it wouldn’t be touched at the real dinner. you don’t want to respond but you say, “oh cool! well, i’m going to make bread rolls and, uh the turkey itself, and,” you pause for a few seconds still reflecting what you just took responsibility for, “and, maybe some other stuff i’m not sure…” you zone out and think about what you just put on yourself. your parents don’t even know you’re making turkey! they didn’t know you could cook or was even willing to make so much food. you and your sister talk a little bit more. as the call was beginning to end, you look up recipes and tutorials for making turkey. hundreds and hundreds of recipes are listed, but this has to be perfect because you can’t show up with only one thing that’ll be left untouched.
you call your parents, “hi y/n! what’s up” your mom says, “hello,” says your dad. “hi!! i just called because i had a question… what are you making for the dinner? y/s/n is bringing so much and i don’t want to yknow, not bring anything.. even though i’m making the rolls i told you about,” you say. your mom begins to list a couple things she’ll cook, “so uh do you think i can maybe perhaps make the turkey myself and um the mac and cheese?” there was a slight pause in answers. “well, i already have a turkey here,” she responds. “i can drive there and get it! please, i have to do this. i’m not proving anything but i’m not not proving anything!” your mom finally says, “okay, you can get it, but i’m not planning on making anything else because we had some incompetent people at work so i had to come in” you didn’t think she’d actually let you do the turkey! “thank you! i promise i won’t disappoint,” you say somewhat determined. “hope so!” your dad calls out before your mom ends the phone call.
you finally find decent recipes for turkey and mac and cheese. and go to the grocery store and get some ingredients for all of the food you’re making. while you’re strolling through the store, osamu calls you. shit, i didn’t tell ‘samu. he doesn’t know anything about making turkey or mac and cheese. you weren’t really planning on telling him because he is working and doesn’t need any more stress.
“hey samu!” you answer the phone. “hey darlin’! how are ya?” he asks. “i’m doing pretty good, just picking up some more things for our thanksgiving with my family,” you respond. “ah okay,” he pauses for a second, “wait, didnt ya already buy stuff for yer bread rolls?” you completely forgot that you guys went together to buy bread stuff because he wanted to make it together (cheesy but hey, it’s a happy osamu) he is bound to find out, but you didn’t think it would be like this. “….yeah.. so i’m making turkey and mac and cheese as well…” you say unknowing of his response. “oh, how come yer makin’ it? wasn’t yer mom gonna make those?” he says. “well my sister called me and she was telling me of all the things she was bringing and i didn’t wanna feel like whatever i brought was gonna be the background for whatever she made.” he hums in understanding, “are ya sure ya can finish by the time we have to leave fer yer parents’ house? i can help ya once i’m done at the restaurant. someone else closin fer me so i’ll be home early.” you can hear the care in his voice. “i’m sure i can manage thank you. i’ll wait to make the bread with you. you’re the best i love you” you tell him. “yeah ya can i’ll be done super soon we have one last small order to finish. i love ya too darlin’,” he finishes. you guys talk a for a little longer until he says, “hey i’ll call ya back in a little bit we have a customer causin trouble. love ya” he says. “yeah maybe you should deal with that. love you!” you respond and end the call. you finish your grocery shopping and head to your parents’ house to get the turkey.
this turkey stresses you out. you’ve only made sides and not the main thing people eat. what if i burn something? what if there isn’t a turkey tonight? everyone will be disappointed in me. i’ll be the reason why we won’t have a delicious turkey. it’ll be all my fault. you come home and shut out your irrational thoughts and start on the mac and cheese since it’s the least complicated thing to make. while you wait for the macaroni to boil, you look at the turkey not knowing what to do with it. you watch tutorials and recipes, but it’s no use. you finally find a video that seems decent enough to follow, so you follow the recipe. you begin cut the herbs and butter to season the turkey and remove the neck from it. you then transfer it to a separate container. touching it makes you uncomfortable, but you have to persist. you have to do something memorable for tonight. what if it’s not enough? i can’t be outshone by y/s/n again. what if i mess this up? she’s the favorite, so let me have this, please. i can’t do this. tears well in your eyes and your hands become shaky. you sigh and try to distract yourself by seasoning the turkey but can’t as little sobs come out. you hear the front door open and hear osamu say “i’m home darlin’!”
he steps into the kitchen to see the pot of macaroni boiling over and you standing over the turkey sobbing. “y/n?” osamu says with concern in his voice. he immediately turns off the stove and dashes to comfort you. you turn around to see the pot with water and macaroni spilled out from it. your knees become shaky as you fall to your knees and let out louder sobs. before going down, osamu catches you in his arms and sit on the ground together.
“hey, hey, what happened darlin’?” osamu asks sweetly. you let out even louder cries, “‘samu i can’t do this. i can’t make a stupid turkey, i can’t do anything” you confess. osamu wipes the tears off your face and rubs circles on your arm to comfort you. “is this just about the turkey or is something else bothering you?” he asks. you feel as if he saw right through you. “…i just don’t want to be a disappointment, y/s/n is bringing so much and i don’t want everyone to view me as someone that came just for the food. i just wanted to do something that would impress my parents,” you finally let out. osamu just listens and keeps you in his embrace. after sitting together for about 5 minutes, you look up at the stove and see the overcooked and boiled over macaroni. “i can’t do anything, how am i supposed to do something that will make everyone proud of me?” you say “y/n, look at me,” he wraps your cheek with his hand, “yer not a disappointment, so what if yer sister brings more than ya. i, along with yer parents, love ya so much and ya could never be a failure. i’m always so proud of everything ya do. even though ya may feel unmotivated, i’m here now. we can do this together, okay? i’ll be here by yer side always. i love ya so much and nothing could change that. even when ya feel like the world is against ya, i’ll be here to support ya,” osamu says wiping your tears away. “thank you ‘samu, it’s just hard because for once i just want to feel important enough,” you sniffle. osamu hugs you tighter, “ya are important enough. ya don’t need to impress anyone for them to see that.” you two sit for a little longer to calm down and you look again at the stove, “i have to make that macaroni again, i don’t even know if i have enough ingredients to make more” you complain. osamu rests his head on yours, “take it one at a time, i’ll be here to help. which do ya not want to do?” it’s not that you don’t want to make anything, it’s just the feeling that it has to be perfect haunts you. you don’t respond right away, because you don’t really want to continue with the turkey, but you don’t want to be a hassle for osamu. then suddenly he says, “how about you finish cutting the vegetables and i’ll clean the stove. then when we’re done, we can switch. you can make the mac and cheese and i’ll finish the turkey. then when we’re done we can start on the bread together” you look up at him with a smile, “okay! you’re the best, but really, thank you. i don’t know how i would do this without you.” he looks at you and says, “of course darlin’ i’d do anything to help you.” he gives you a kiss on your forehead as he gets up from the ground. he helps you up and you give him a tight hug. i’m so grateful for him you think.
osamu plays music from your shared playlist as he begins to clean the stove and you start chopping the vegetables. he goes through the cabinets and sees something, “oh, y/n! ya have some mac and cheese here. it’s not the same as the other one but i think it’ll work,” he calls out. you suddenly feel relieved to know that osamu is there to reassure you and make sure you’re in order. helping you cook was just a bonus, but you knew it would be hard to do without him. osamu is happy to know that nothing bad happened to you and that he came home when he did. it pains him to know that you feel that you’re not enough for your family, but he knows that he will always be there to support and be happy for you. “okay! i’ve finished cleanin’ the stove so ya can start the mac and cheese,” osamu says. “yay! i’ll be done here in a little bit, here’s the tutorial i’ve been following… the thumbnail looked the best and it had a ton of views and likes,” you confess.
you finish the mac and cheese and put it in a container that you’ll take to your parents’ house. osamu is almost done preparing the turkey to bake. you walk over next to him to see what he’s doing. “‘samu, should i get the ingredients for the bread ready?” you ask. “yeah sure i’ll put this in the oven once i’m finished,” he says as he looks over to you and smiles. you smile back and his heart expands. he loves seeing his partner happy and back to their normal self. you quickly turn around to grab the flour and all of the other ingredients for bread rolls and wait for osamu to bake the turkey.
“okay! did ya get everythin’ we need? the bowls?” osamu asks as he walks away from the oven, since he just put the turkey in. you stand next to another counter with all of the ingredients. osamu stands next to you and you rest your head against his arm. “yep i got everything ready! should we start now? it still needs to rise and stuff” you respond. “that’s true i think we should” he says. you open the flour and use a measuring cup to get the amount you need. you both pour flour, baking soda, salt, sugar, and yeast in the bowl. in a separate bowl, he mixes the milk, butter, eggs, and tangzhong. you combine the dry and wet ingredients to form a dough and take turns kneading it. “now, we have ta let it rise fer about an hour,” osamu says. “in the mean time we should clean up a little bit,” you say as you look at your messy kitchen. he looks around the kitchen and nods his head in agreement. osamu walks over to the fridge to return the milk and butter. you grow a mischievous smirk as you get an idea. you grab a small bit of flour and hold it in your hand. osamu turns around and you toss the flour on his face. you can’t control your laughter, “oh ya think yer so funny don’t ya,” he responds with a smirk. you’re too busy laughing to see him grab a bit of flour and throw it at you. now he’s laughing at you. you two chase each other in the kitchen flour in each of your hands. at moments like these, time seems to stop and it’s just you two in the world. after you and osamu finally calm down, both your hair and clothes are covered in flour. “i’ll go grab the broom if you get the counters,” you smile. “ya got yerself a deal, but afterwards we gotta clean up and still get dressed fer tonight,” osamu responds.
the one hour passes quickly and you and osamu are in new clothes, but not the ones you’ll wear for dinner. “now we have to mold them into balls... do you want to mold them into balls or shape them into bears?” you ask him. (a/n they would look like these) osamu thinks for a second, “do the bears.” the both of you knead the dough and shape it into many balls, some for heads and some more for ears. you lay the dough in the tray and stick the smaller dough pieces as ears and let it rise some more. “these are gonna be the cutest things there darlin’. and i’m glad i got to make them with the love of my life,” osamu says as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder giving you a back hug. “’samu!!! you’re so cheesy! but i am happy to have done this with you. i couldn’t have done any of this without you. i still would’ve been uncomfortable touching the turkey and stressed about my family. i love you,” you let out. the two of you stand together without speaking as some calming music played from the speaker. this was soon interrupted by the oven’s timer to say the turkey’s done cooking. osamu squeezes tight for a second and lets go. he grabs the meat thermometer and stabs it into the turkey; it’s the perfect temperature to take it out to cool.
the dough is done rising and you put it in the oven. finally, the last thing is baking and then you’ll be done. you close the oven door and take a deep breath. “finally, we’re almost done,” you exhale. osamu lets out a deep breath as well. “let’s take a break, huh?” he suggests. you nod your head. hand in hand, you both take a seat on the couch. you look up at your boyfriend and feel comforted by his presence. osamu puts his arm around you as you lean in to rest your head on his lap. you can’t help but doze off. osamu looks down at you in full adoration with thoughts like, i wonder what they’re dreaming about. about 45 minutes pass and you feel someone tapping your shoulder. “hey darlin’? ya should wake up now,” osamu says in a quiet voice. as you slowly wake up, you suddenly realize. the bread! “the bread!” you exclaim as you sit up. “i got it out of the oven. it’s been coolin’ for a bit. jus’ wanted to let ya get some rest before we got back to cookin’,” osamu says in a comforting voice. once again, you let out a deep breath, “thank you,” you say in a somewhat groggy voice. “the bread’s been quite cool enough to the touch, do ya wanna decorate them now, or do ya wanna wake up a little more?” osamu asks. “decorate,” you say as you get up. you get into the kitchen to see a fully decorated turkey and faceless bear bread rolls. you begin putting dark and white chocolate in bowls to microwave. once those are microwaved, you begin piping faces on the bears. osamu claims to have zero patience and precision for decorating and left that to you, so he just watches in amazement. after you’re done, you hear, “those are so cute! we made those” osamu says wholesomely. you take a step back and look at the bread in awe as you wrap an arm around his torso. yeah. we did make those. and we did it together you think.
the time has come where you have to pack the food and dress up in your actual dinner outfit. you wear a loose top and loose bottoms to get ready for the feast prepared for later. osamu wears something along the same lines. he puts the turkey, mac and cheese, and bread rolls in an insulated bag that is good for traveling with food. he puts the bag in his car. you two take the trip to your parents’ house and your heart begins to race. you fidget with your hands, and osamu begins to notice. he takes one hand off the wheel and rests it on top of yours, “you’ll be okay, i promise,” he says reassuringly.
the drive to your parents’ house wasn’t too long, but it was still a far distance. almost the entire car ride you and osamu stayed in comfortable silence as music played from the aux. osamu pulls into their neighborhood and you begin to get nervous. you don’t want to worry osamu again, but once again, he sees right through you and reaches his hand for yours. after taking hold of it, he rubs small circles on it as he pulls into the driveway. he parks the car and looks at you, “you’ll be okay, but if you want to we don’t have to stay the whole time.” he pauses, “we could say ‘tsumu has a problem at his own thanksgivin’ and he needs our help.” you smile at his comment and take a deep breath. “i think we should be mostly fine. if not, i’ll let you know when to say the excuse,” you say. osamu grins, “okay, darlin’.” you both step out of the car. osamu grabs the big insulated bag as you guide him where to go. at the front door, you take one last deep breath before ringing the doorbell. you hear footsteps approach the door, “y/n!! you’re finally here!” your sister says as she lets you and osamu in. “and osamu with the big insulated bag!” she adds. osamu lets out a small chuckle. “okay ‘samu, this way, here’s the dining room,” you tell him. he trails behind you being cautious of the food and containers. he puts the bag down and takes the bread out first. “here i got that ‘samu” you say as you come up behind him and take the tray. “oh, thank ya” he says as he takes out all of the food. “long time no see y/n,” your dad says jokingly. you let out a half real laugh. “...thanks, where’s mom?’ you ask. “she had to go back to work but she should be getting home soon,” your sister says. “ooh! y/n! look at all i made!” it’s just as she described on the phone. the green bean casserole, roasted carrots,the brie wreath, and an entire charcuterie board. “wow!,” you say, “it’s just like you said.” your sister steps away to take pictures of the spread. you look at over at osamu as he is intently listening to your dad talk about what he was like when he was young. “i’m home!” you hear your mom say as she walks into the dining room, “y/n! how are you? how’s the turkey? it’s not burned right,” she adds. she pulls you into a hug, “it’s good, i started making it but then osamu had to finish it, since i was so busy with everything else,” you respond. she looks away and approaches osamu as you were finishing your sentence. she greets him and then says, “alright everyone? let’s get a picture then we can eat.” everyone squeezes into the picture as your dad holds up the phone. you take one big family selfie. “okay, let’s chow!,” your mom says. osamu removes the tin foil from the top op the turkey to reveal it. everyone looks at it and compliments you, “please don’t give me all of the credit, osamu really helped me make it,” you say trying to shift the attention to the one who really deserves it. “i really didn’t do anythin, i just put in the oven. y/n did a good chunk of it and made the mac and cheese. on top of all that, we even made the rolls together, so they’ve really so much,” osamu says.
everyone fills their own plate with food and conversations commence. “wow osamu! the turkey is so good! how did you do it?” your parents say in awe. “seriously!! how is this so amazing?!” your sister exclaims.he explains his whole process. you look at him and think, i really do love him. nobody has ever helped me to the same extent he has. your mom asks you about what you’re doing with you life and that you should be more dilligent while working. your dad compliments osamu’s turkey. the night goes exactly like this until the very end. your dishes are surprisingly not bad, and they nd up getting a fair amount of half-hearted compliments. your sister’s food slightly outshined yours, but you don’t care because you are there with osamu.
“ah man, i’m so full. i could actually expode,” you say as you lean on osamu as the two of you sit on the couch. he leans his head on top of yours. “me too,” he says. he checks his watch, 10:40 pm. he whispers in your ear, “we should go soon, it’s almost eleven o’clock, and we have ta drive.” you nod your head and start getting up. you stretch and groan a litlle bit. you walk to your parents you say, “i think me and ‘samu are gonna go now, its already quite late.” they nod their heads and give you guys quick hugs as you exit and take pre-packed to-go boxes. you wave goodbye to your sister and head out of the door.
osamu places the food containers and leftovers in the back of the car. you both sit back in your seats and exhale deeply. osamu backs out of the driveway and starts the trip home. your thoughts are faded because of how full you are. “’samu?” you call out. he hums in response. “i don’t think that was too bad. i feel like i was unnecessarily mean, but i don’t feel too bad.” “don’t feel too bad, i could feel some kind of tension somewhere, but it’s thanksgivin so we gotta be grateful for what we got,” osamu responds. you look at osamu focusing on the road, “yeah, you’re right,” you pause for a few minutes, “speaking of thanksgiving, i’m truly grateful for you. thank you for always being there for me especially when i break down over a turkey,” you laugh. you hear osamu let out a small chuckle. “i just want you to know that i’m here for you too, always,” you finish. there is silence for a minute and osamu starts, “aw darlin, i’m grateful fer ya too. i love lettin ya know that i’ll always be here fer ya. i love ya y/n and only ya foreva. ya always talk about how ya don’t know where yer life would be without me, but really i don’t know where i’d be if i’d never met ya.,” he finishes. with one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with yours, you know that this is true love even if it isn’t from family. “love you too ‘samu”
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Brothers in the Human Realm
No one was a demon to begin with (maybe luci though but-). You meet the brothers as human in the human realm. How would you meet them?
Lucifer:
Apparently some schoolmate of yours have done some violations in the school grounds and they used your name
You were sent to the Principal's office where you were questioned by Principal Diavolo about your wrong doings
You were trying to defend your innocence, but it was no avail
Coincidentally Lucifer was just dropping paperwork to Diavolo
Lucifer is your strict and scary and handsome college professor
He overheard the conversation and he defended you since he knew that you weren't lying
"Mr. Diavolo I must say, MC is one of my exceptional students, they would not do something as idiotic as that, and I clearly observe the behavior of my students"
Your H E R O
The next day, someone gave Principal Diavolo evidence of those who did wrong
Your name was cleared
Apparently you saw Lucifer giving those schoolmates detention, threat, and punishment. You may or may not seen a hint of killing intent in his eyes
You decided to thank Lucifer
"No worries, I just clearly observe the actions of what is mine"
H O L D U P
"Wha-" you replied
"Ah MC I have to go to my next class, take care"
Mammon:
Is a famous model, often the cover and centerfold of the monthly Majolish
For you Mammon was okay? I mean he is famous and many people likes his face
You were going to buy a limited edition sunglasses that have hint of yellow and orange
You went to a sunglass store and asked the attendant if they they still have it but apparently the one on the display is their only stock
You decided to buy it
Apparently, Mammon also came to that specific sunglasses store looking for sunglasses that is the same as the one you bought
"I'm sorry sir, but apparently it was already bought and we have no stock" the attendant said
"Who bought it?"
"They did, sir" the attendant said as they point to you
"Oi! Can I buy the sunglasses from you? I'll pay double, no one can refuse the great Mammon"
"I'm sorry but I have to refuse. I really wanted it." you said
"Don't you know who I am? I'm-"
"The Great MAMMON, who is a famous model and often seen on Majolish magazine" you cut him off. "R-right! Now can i buy-"
"Nope sorry" you replied as you rushed to the exit
"Oi! What's your name? And contact details" he asked
"the name is MC, thats all you can get from me" you said as you rushed to the crowd
He was swarmed by the number of fans who saw him
He managed to find you and he chats you "Can I buy the sunglasses now?"
In the end it wasn't just sunglasses you talked about, you also talked about his struggle of being a model and your life
Leviathan:
Your username DestructoSheep is well known in the realms of Obey them
You always rank 2nd in pop quizzes
However no matter what you try, you can never beat your enemy, L3v1
Today, you got a letter from obey them, acknowledging the top players and giving them limited edition items
Ofc you have to go (there are limited items after all)
So you arrived early at the meetup place, no one was there yet so you played some obey them
A purple haired male entered the room, he looked fidgety, nervous, and he was mumbling something about normies
Cue giving of merch
The purple haired male tripped on the tiles and he dropped his phone in front of you
You helped him up and picked up his phone only to see his player name is L3v1.
"You.... You are L3v1." you sai
"Y-Yeah?W-Why?" he said as he was going to grab his phone away from you
"Waaaah! I'm DestructoSheep nice to meet you, oh but you can call me MC" you said as you reached his hand for a handshake
"I-uhhh I'm sorry I'm not used to touching, thats very normie-ish" he said as he averted his eyes
"My name is Leviathan, levi for short"
"I've always thought that the top player is always prideful and such but here he is being shy" you said as you chuckled
"H-hey! I'm still the best one in obey them mind you! I got every event cards at lvl 150 and skill lvl 10 and-"
"Yeah yeah I know" you said
After both of you received the merch, you both talked nonstop about obey them, other games, and anime
It was more like Levi bragging the amount of games and anime he played and watched
It was almost dusk till both of you notice the time
"Ah i got to go early, need to cook dinner. Chat me sometime!!!" you said as you gave him your contact details
Expect no sleep cuz both of you kept chatting till dawn
Satan:
He saw a kitty in a box in an alleyway near his apartment
Everyday, he often stops by to give the kitty enough food for the day
Is often disgusted by the fact that most people dump their pets in trash because they don't have anything to feed it
Saw you going to the alleyway
He suspected the worst and he thought that you were gonna harm the kitty he was feeding
"Hey don't harm-" he stopped
He saw you feeding the kitty
"Ah I assume you thought that I was gonna harm it?" you asked
"Well I thought the worst, humans are naturally scum anyways, but even so I do apologize"
"Ah it's alright, it's not a big deal anyways" you replied
"You come here often? I mean to feed the kitten that is" he asked
"You can say that, but not as often as you do" you said
"How did you know?did you perhaps-"
"Ah I happened to saw you feeding the kitten, I was just shy to approach you" you said
"Well I come to believe that people who are close to cats are not necessarily bad"
"I have to say I have to agree" you replied
"Ah I have to go, let's chat here again next time" you added
The alleyway became your meeting place to chitchat about cats
Asmodeus:
The famous M.A.D. Company released a new and limited edition Devil Set makeup and you were dying to get a hold of one
You spent a day looking at different stores but it was either unavailable or sold out. However, you were lucky to find another store that has one last stock.
You didn't notice someone else was also going to get it and so both of you grabbed the last set
"Uh... I'm sorry I have been looking this for the whole day, may I have it?" you politely asked
"Awww sweetie, I have been doing the same thing! Can you be a dear and let go of it?" the male with champagne-colored hair replied
Cue 1 hour of both of you saying "let go" or "it's mine"
"I have an idea! Let's just buy the set and divide it" you said
"Ohh! Good thinking! I will take the lippies, Devil shadow palette and the foundation!"
"That's literally EVERYTHING IN THE SET"
Cue two more hours of bickering.
Both of you didn't notice someone took it while the two of you are bickering
You noticed that it was gone
"Um... Someone already bought it while you two were... fighting" the saleslady explained
Both of you left the store empty handed and sad and you decided to break the atmosphere
"Pffft I'm sorry for fighting because of a Makeup set, btw my name is MC" you said
"I'm also sorry dear, although I wanted it I still didn't get it. I even missed my appointment to the salon!"
"And my name is Asmodeus, perfect name for a perfect being!" Asmo added
"Alright Mr 'Perfect' " you rolled your eyes
Let's just say that both of you talked about makeups on your way home.
Beelzebub:
Beel is your classmate during Physical Education class at college
Is a famous football player in your campus and he is also known for his handsomeness
His practice hours were often morning to late lunch and late lunch til dusk
During late lunch you saw him in the cashier by the cafeteria, asking if they still have cheeseburger available
But to his dismay, the cashier said "I'm sorry you already bought the last cheeseburger, and that's the last quota for the day"
He seemed sad and still hungry
You still have a cheeseburger to eat, but when you saw the time you knew you weren't gonna make it on your next class
When no one was looking, you decided to approach Beel and gave him your cheeseburger
"Are you giving this to me?"
"Yeah, I was going to eat it but I don't have much time for my next class" you replied
"Thanks, I owe you one"
You saw how happy he was when he got the cheeseburger
You were shocked how fast he ate it
Did he like inhale it or something
After your class, you noticed that he texted you saying "Thanks for the cheeseburger, I'll repay you next time you get hungry"
Let's just say you both got closer after that
Belphie:
It's your first day of online class, and your first subject has a 4 hour lecture
You forgot to disconnect your meeting link and you didn't notice until you were about to do homework
As you were about to disconnect, you saw that you weren't alone and you're classmate is still connected
You didnt want to leave him so you tried your best for your classmate to notice you. You tried spamming and saying " hello"
After 1234 attempts he finally noticed you
"Ah I'm sorry I slept during the boring lecture, thanks for waking me up"
"Ah it's no problem" you replied
"My name is Belphegor as you can see, but you can call me Belphie"
"My name is MC" you replied
"Say... How are you still here after hours after the lecture?"
"I forgot to disconnect" you replied
"Uh idk if this is too much of a favor to ask, can you wake me up again next time? After lecture that is, I don't want to be late for other classes"
"Sure, I don't mind I guess" you replied
After that, both of you got to know each other and you forgot to do your homework and you became a personal alarm clock
#obey me#otome game#shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me masterlist#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#lucifer x mc#mammon x mc#leviathan x mc#levi x mc#satan x mc#asmodeus x mc#asmo x mc#beelzebub x mc#beel x mc#belphegor x mc#belphie x mc#obey me belphie#obey me beel#obey me levi#obey me asmo
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Naughty Words
Warnings: tickle fic, emotions
Words: (I'm more sure, around 1000-1500)
Summary/Prompt: So an idea for a prompt could be that the reader changes a word on Steves phone to a "bad" word. So whenever he tries to write a certain word the phone automatically changes it to "fuck" or something similar. And then the reader and the others will be like "language". Steve gets extremely frustrated until he figures it out:)
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It was another normal day at the compound. You were bored because all the other avengers were training and Peter was at school until evenings time.
You were just sitting on the couch when you began to think to yourself. You could go annoy Tony, but you weren't sure if he was asleep. Pepper would usually force him to sleep when he couldn't so you really didnt want to disturb that. You could go train but Steve explained you were too young to be an avenger yet. OkAy StEve, (y/a) isnt old enough, WhAteVer! (I got ur back)
That's when the best idea popped into your head. An idea better than any other on the planet. Perhaps you were the smartest human on earth, smarter than Stark, perhaps even the smartest living lifefo!-
"That is a stupid idea y/n" Wanna laughed. She must had only just entered because you hadn't beard her before.
You jumped up and watched her at the counter with your elbows resting on the couch top and your head resting in your hands acting cheeky.
"Wanda! It's a great idea!" You protested. "What's gonna happen? Hmm?"
Wanda began to walk over to you and looked sideways. She brought her hand to her chin to think. You knew she was acting silly but you weren'tsure what she was up to.
"Hmm, I dunno. Maybe.." She then grabbed your hips and began to squeeze them, "Tickle you!?"
You squealed and bucked, tossing and turning on the couch, wanda now had started tickling your sides and giggling with your contagious laughter.
She then stopped and smiled at your giggling self curled into the couch. She ruffled your hair, "little prankster, have fun" she then left as you recovered from her attach as not to be attacked herself.
You didn't mind the tickles, but this prank was worth so much more.
Time had passed and you were just outside Steve's room. You entered quietly, he and the other avengers other than Wanda and Tony seemed to be training so the coast was clear. You slipped inside and looked around.
"This old man's got no taste" obvious in the nicest way possible.
You looked around and saw his phone charging by his bedside table. "Jackpot" you whispered and woddled over to it. You grabbed it and switched it on. Tony had brought him one from the 21th century, finally.
Annoyingly he now had a password now. Luckily, like all old men, it was either Password or his birthday. Or just the same password for everything.
You knew the plan, sneak in, get his phone, and change 'No' with auto correction to "FUCK YES BABY" Because, Swear words, yes, and let's all be honest Steve would never say this unless he was drunk, WHICH COULDN'T EVEN HAPPEN ANYMORE!
Once completed you snucked back out and left to your room to read a book.
More time passed, and finally the team were going to start dinner. Rather than calling everyone and disrupting them Steve decide to text everyone. Peter was also here by now, he had finished school a while ago and you both were sat in his bedroom playing video games.
Old Man Steve: So who wants what for
tea?
Metal arm: Idm
Bank💸: I'm in the shop, wont be
there.
Best mom: No Tony, we're eating dinner
with everyone. Y/n and Peter can choose
You and Peter both picked up your phones after pausing the game, both curious of the buzz after buzz's.
Old Man Steve: @Y/n🍃🌷💸 and
@spiderlings😟🕷, what do you want for
dinner?
Spiderlings😟🕷: 🍕?
You watched your phone as everyone texted, about to ask about what you should eat, but suddenly you remembered the little prank you decided to play on Steve. You knew that we had no pizza left, you and Loki had eaten it the night before when everyone was busy instead of cooking.
Old Man Steve: FUCK YES BABY, sorry Y/n
and Loki ate the last of it.
That's when both Peter and you heard Tony's laughter from his lab.
Bank💸: Languaage cap!
Metal arm: Steve??
Old Man Steve: what, FUCK YES BABY- I
didn't text that.
You: Language cap!
Badass🕷Spider: Language Steve, it's a bad
example to the kids
Old Man Steve: FUCK YES BABY, FUCK
YES BABY! How do I work this?
You and Peter then heard someone walking down the halls and to neither of your surprises Steve opened the door.
"Y/n, Peter, could one of you help me with this?"
Peter was about to answer but you quickly butted in, "oh, we don't know how to. It's too hard" you gave Peter a look.
Peter's face went from confusion to fear and smug. "Sorry Mr Roger's, this is out of my hands"
Steve grunted but smiled, he left to go to see if Tony would help him. Quickly you both tested Tony and explained the situation, everyone heard Steve grunt and leave the lab to go get dinner started.
Bank💸: you guys are fucked once he finds out yk?
Both Peter and you laughed, knowing fully well you'd be wrecked sooner or later, but you couldn't be bothered as of the moment. VIDEO GAMES AWAIT!
Half an hour had passed now and you were getting hungry, so you texted Steve to ask if food was ready, once again the same situation happened. And once more, everyone corrected him on his very inappropriate language.
It was a running gag, whenever one of you swore, Steve would correct you. 20th century shit, and him being a cinnamon bun turned steroids. Now you could have your revenge.
Finally though, food was ready. Peter and you left the room laughing and joking, you were annoying him about a headshot you had got on him but he bragged about more kills so it was practically even.
Everyone was getting to the table as Wanda and Steve set up plates, utensils, and food.
You sat next to Peter and Tony, Tony next to Pepper, next to Pepper was Sam, then Bucky, Steve, Wanda, Vision, Nat, Clint, Bruce and finally back to the Spiderling. Everyone else was busy, Thor and Loki were going to come the next week anyway, they were in Asgard again.
Everyone ate their meals, laughing and talking with one another, you sat directly across from Steve and saw him trying to stop Bucky from throwing his plate at Sam.
Tony leaned in next to you, whispering, "So you did the whole text situation?" He chuckled slightly as you nodded, smirking.
"Why?" Tony asked, he was curious because he knew you enjoyed pranking everyone, but he also knew you wouldn't do this to Steve without a reason. And in all fairness, you just wanted to spend time with Steve- and poke fun at his language- but mainly spend time with him. He had been on missions, work, training, and seemed busy with his life. You just felt as though he was drifting from you.
You shrugged at Tony's question, placing some food in your mouth. Tony poked your side, he didnt need you to answer but he didnt want Steve to have all the fun once this was over.
You squeaked and then squealed once he started squashing the skin on your side, everyone looked to see your adorable face slowly turn red from embarrassment.
"Arent they adorable?" Steve teased. You giggled and finally shoved Tony's hand off you, you looked at steve with a wobbly smile and asked about his language today.
"So Steve, what was up with your texting today?"
Nat swallowed her food and pointed a fork at Steve, "yeah Steve, it was a really inappropriate word"
In all fairness the team knew you both said fuck a lot. You usually would say after a rare mission you got to go on or when there were food in the fridge. "FUCK YEAH" or "FUCK YEAH BABY", probably from deadpool- though luckily for you, Steve was not a genius. Smart, yeah, genius. No. But you began to see the clocks turn in his head as he looked over the table at everyone.
After a while of winding up Steve, you all continued as usual. You were chatting to Peter and explaining how awesome you were at a game to Tony, luckily- well not for you- you hadn't noticed Wanda and Strve watching you as she whispered in his ear.
"Steve, y/n did it earlier, while you were training"
"What?"
"The whole 'no' situation, she wanted to prank you. She misses the time you spend together"
Steve turned to Wanda with both a confused face yet all understanding. Only now had he realised how little time he'd spent with you over the past few weeks. He felt bad but also a little mad at your little prank. But he smiled at Wanda, one filled with hope and- no he smirked. I wont sugar coat it. You were done.
Quickly Steve pushed out his chair, as loud as he could and took in a deep breath causing everyone to go silent and watch him. He then casually looked up and got to his feet. Everyone was almost finished by now, Buck, Steve, Clint, and even you had finished.
"Y/n, I need your help"
You watched him, confused. But suddenly seeing as smirk and losing all your cool as you looked to Wanda with a helpless face. Steve walked around the table and bent down to your height on the chair, whipped out his phone and asked you to help.
You stuttered, but once more explained you had no clue.
"Really? Stark, Peter, how about you?" The old man looked at the tech genius's. Neither spoke up.
"You're on your own kid"
Steve smirked and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder slightly as you had just finished eating. Well a few minutes ago but still.
"S-Steve! Steve I didnt dohoho anything." As any normal response you began to nervously laugh, knowing fully well what would come of this. But you wanted it. You missed it. You missed Steve.
"All I need is for you to help me, can you? Or do I gave to make you?"
Steve had now flung you onto the couch as most watched and others continued their conversations.
"Steve I- i told you i have no clu-" suddenly ten fingers found your sides and began to run up and down them causing you to giggle and yelp.
"Nahaha! Steve! Steve!!"
His fingers traveled to your ribs, pinching and squeezing each one, pretending to nawh on them. He didn't start easy, no. He knew you needed this as much as he did.
"Mm, that was a great dinner, but I wonder what's for dessert?" He asked, gnawing on your ribs and squeezing your hips making you buck and squeal.
"STEVEEEEE!!!" you were almost histerical when he reached your pits, scratching at the hollows inside, making you giggle and scream, beg and brawl. It was truly adorable to watch the two of you.
"Tickle tickle y/n, aww do you want to help me now?" Steve taunted. You stood strong though, you wanted to win. Well maybe you didnt, maybe you just wanted this to last longer. You werent sure.
"NOHOHO WAY OLD MAHAN!" You bucked and squealed, blush covering your face. You truly didnt think it would get worse but oh God, Steve hadn't ripped out the fruits yet. And just for your sas. Ah, you were wrecked.
"Okay smart ass"
"LAHANGUAGE!"
"That's it." Steve lifted your shot and placed his mouth right above your belly button. Now you were beyond hysterical, you knew what would happen and wouldn't be able to handle it, Steve gave some of the best- WORSE. DEFINITELY WORST. Raspberries around.
"NAH! NAHAH! STEVE STEVE IM SOHOHORRYYYY! I'LL HELP! I'LL HELP!" you squeaked and bucked, trying to escape, those at the table laughed at your helpless, blushing body and Steve's incredible stubbornness. So mean. So very very mean. Mean.
"Ah I'm glad you'll help" Steve lifted his head and lessened his grip on your hips, not fully though, as a millisecond later he blew a big, wet, raspberry directly on your belly button, sending vibrations to your core and back.
You jolted and screeched, pushing at his head as he blew more and more with tiny tickle kisses around your stomach.
After a while he stopped and patted your head as you balled up into the couch, drowning in giggles, laughter and ghostly tickles.
Steve handed you his phone and you quickly changed the words back as they were, disappointed but happy that you spent time with Steve again. You missed your bond, even the tickles.
Steve kissed your forehead and turned on the tv, spongebob. A favourite of both of yours, cuddling together as everupmr rose finished and put away the dishes. You slowly fell asleep on Steve's lap, hally knowing you've got your captain back.
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Writers note.
Hey, sorry this was- well shit I'm not sugar coating it. It was also awkward because I cant eat to great now and the cuteness was sickening. Thank you for the prompt though! This was definitely a favourite, thank you! Apologies again :)
#marvel#mcu#tickle community#m-verse#tony x reader#steve x reader#peter x reader#steve Rogers#steve#stark#wanda maximoff#avengers#y/n#sfw tickles
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ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴ: Hi!!!! I was wondering if I could request hcs for how dabi and hawks would celebrate their S/O’s birthday?
HEY HEY! Fuck i love this idea i think its so goddamn cute
Ｇｅｎｒｅ：fluff
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: cursing (as always we know I have a potty mouth)
𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴: they/them
AN:
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Okay we know this bird man is RICH
He makes that money okay
So when your birthday shows up?
From the moment you wake up,,,
Holy shit
He’ll have breakfast in bed with you
(Btw he took the day off )
He’ll have chocolate covered fruit and your favorite drink in stock at all times
Literally hires a butler so that when youre cuddling he doesnt have to leave
During breakfast in bed, you watch your favorite show and your legs are over his, all tangled in the blankets
You stay in bed for as long as you want, all day, for an hour, literally hawks just wants you to have a good day
If you do get out of bed, you guys walk to your favorite shopping place, whether it's thrift shops, the mall, outlet malls, etc.
You fucking name it and he’ll fucking get a limo for you guys
He would fly you guys, but he doesnt wanna scare you cuz sometimes it can get scary and he would rather jus be able to relax his big ol wings
SHOPPING TIMES HEHABJF
Will blow a load of money on anything you fucking want
A random ceramic goose thats supposed to be for cookies?
Yes
One left shoe of a worn down combat boot that doesnt fit either of you?
Throw it in the cart.
Or if you dont want clothes, you can walk around the fancy part of japan and window shop or get really fancy clothing and walk around and mock others
Because he’ll do that with ya any day
Near lunch time, you’ll go to a really cool restaurant.
It looks like a massive hotel, and you and the bird man eat on the highest floor, on a glass balcony.
Its only you and him eating there, the only others the people that are working there.
You can order anything, from a single burger to a fucking shark
But if you can’t order without a menu, you can get one from the waiters
The menu is changed to all of your favorites, via hawks requests.
He also preordered drinks, just a soda doe
Although youre at a fancy place, count on hawks to get you guys sodas there
You vibe there for a little, eating, drinking , laughing.
“Birdy, no. I don't think you can eat that. But if you want. I can eat it to see if I’ll choke or somethin’.”
After lunch, you go and walk around a park, the place where your first few dates took place.
You reminisce on the old lovey memories, and just its fucking beautiful
There are sakura trees, flowers, ponds (ft. frogs and lilies), literally a fucking cottagecore type dream okay?
You sit there in that park, sitting on a blanket cuddling.
You stay there, and just talk and talk.
Around 5 pm, you start to wander with him. You wander around the city hand in hand, and just explore.
If you have a quirk, he’ll try to pressure you into using it somehow
(eventually you do)
And cause chaos wich is fun
After causing chaos to innocent civilians(safely), you wander back to your house somehow
Hawks makes dinner, as you dance around the kitchen with him to music
You prance around the whole house, singing along with hawks and his terrible voice.
You eat dinner on your roof, his red wings wrapped around you.
Suddenly
Hawks realizes something
“Oh wait oh shit. Happy birthday birdy!”
BRUH THIS BITCH DIDNT EVEN TELL YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY?
No, but his actions speak louder than his words.
You sit together as the night grows cold.
He squeezes you tight and hums the song of happy birthday to you as you fall asleep in his arms.
Your head rests on his shoulder, hands grasping his as you sleep.
He carefully picks you up, and wanders to the bedroom and sets you down.
He places a blanket over you, covering your body and he climbs in after.
He cups your cheek and kisses your forehead.
“Happy birthday birdy. I love ya.”
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god hes so fucking pretty fuck god i would pay him to step on me jrkkadfg
GOD THIS BURNT BITCH
He has the balls he will wake you up in the morning
Like full ass
He may be a satly, scarred bitch
But he’ll kiss your face over and over, until you wake up.
When you do wake up, he’ll whisper happy birthday to you like the cute bitch he is
“Hi, happy birthday doll.”
I dont feel like hes not a big party person like hawks is,
Hes more of a
I wanna do things myself for you, while teasing you all day to show you i love you to pieces
If you dont get out of bed he’ll full ass carry you to the living room of your apartment and throw you on the couch
So then you can watch him make breakfast
Hes a proud man
He’ll sit next to you on the couch while you guys eat together
Your both just kinda vibing on the couch, legs thrown over each others
The good cush
Yes after breakfast he will make out with you kfnjajkf
N e way
He will hold a marathon, either of your favorite anime, tv show or movies
He may complain, and hes totally a fucking talker like shit like this
“Hes going to fucking die wh-WHERE IS HE FUCKING GOING?”
Ngl you guys lose track of time and get so immersed into your shows and stuff
You guys are so fucking hungry at the end, but neither of you want to cook
And are too hungry to eat
So you order take-out and just fucking wait
Both of you are ovedramatic for a bit and roll around on the floor groaning
Eventually Dabi just fucking scoops you up in his arms
And just starts parading around with you
Like literally you can like hit his back, and he’ll just fucking walk around with you over his shoulder like a fuCKING BAG OF FLOUR BRUH
He’ll answer the door like that, but the dude at the door is so taken back Dabi doesnt even pay and just closes the door on him
So free food
He’ll set you down on the couch again
And then you guys will play fight, and before long
Its just s kissing fight
This bitch is affectionate behind closed doors
You guys eat sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket continuing your journey into your shows
Eventually he’ll fall asleep, his head in your lap and you’ll follow soon after.
“Goodnight Dabi, thank you baby.”
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you know furniture you have to assemble yourself? here's a concept: neigbor!frankie sees you come home one day with whatever you bought and offers to help because it can be a frustrating process but you politely decline bc you don't want to burden him with it even though he offered but later he knows you're struggling with it so you let him do it -while noticing how good he is with his hands ;) - unsurprisingly he gets it together quicker than you would have & you offer dinner to thank him 😊
gosh my heart. i love this!
[neighbor!frankie masterlist]
"Hey!" Frankie calls, "Let me help you with that." He runs over taking the large box from you as if it weighed nothing. You were managing but you don't mind the help. Not at all.
"Oh, thank you." You walk to your door quickly to unlock it and hold the door open for him. "You can just leave it there."
"Alright." He brushes his hands off once he puts the box down. "You need help putting that together?" he asks, putting his hands on his hips.
"Um...I think I got it." You hold up the little toolkit one of your friends got you as a housewarming gift.
"Okay. Great. Well, if you need help I'll be in my yard. Give me a shout." He smiles and stands there for a moment before clearing his throat. "Okay. See you later."
"Bye Francisco...and thank you." You smile long after he's left but when you look at the large box, your smile fades. "I got this," you say quietly.
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An hour or so later, you are sitting there staring at a half finished TV stand. Your fingers are sore and your back hurts from sitting on the floor too long, but at least there is progress. You look to the other side of you and see all the pieces still left and fall flat onto your back, groaning. There is a knock on your door and you sit up quickly. Standing, you peek out the window to see who it is first. Smiling, you open the door.
"Francisco. Hi!"
"Sorry if I'm bothering you. I just wanted to see how it was coming along."
"Come in." You lead him to the living room and spread your arms out. "Tada! Pretty good, huh?"
"Yeah," he agrees, nodding. "Do you need a little-"
"Help?! Oh God, can you please? I think we can get it done so much faster together." You look at him as you sit on the floor again. He joins you and picks up the instructions.
"Why didn't you come get me like I said?" he asks.
"I...didnt want to bother you. I didn't want you to think I was incompetent or something."
"Okay, well, one: you can never bother me and two: needing help doesn't make you incompetent." He looks at you. "Okay?"
"O-Okay. Thanks for this." You both start working on the stand. You can't help but to steal a few glances at him here and there. He has his hat off and sleeves rolled up and he does this really cute scrunched up face when he's tightening a screw...
"You okay?" he asks. Crap. He's caught you staring. "Is it my hat hair?"
"No, no not at all," you laugh. "I'm sorry for staring but you're...you're..." Are you really going to say it? "...you're handsome is all." You fiddle with the screwdriver nervously.
"Thank you," he says, clearly flustered by your words. "If we're confessing things then I might as well tell you you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
"Oh...I am?" You giggle and look down. When you look back up, he has a small smile on his face.
"You are." He leans in and you do too then...you drop the screwdriver making you both jump. "Uh...better get back to work."
"You're staying for dinner," you tell him as you check the time and stand. "I'll put it in the oven." You walk to the kitchen and turn on the oven. "Would you like something to drink?" you call to him.
"Sure."
You bring him a glass of water and he thanks you. "I have stronger stuff if you need it," you offer.
"This is fine."
"Good." You sit on the floor again and get back to work.
*
Frankie sits across from you, telling you another story about his time in the army.
"So...where did Catfish come from?" you ask.
"Take a good look at me," he says. You want to say that you've done that plenty of times, but you look at him silently studying his face.
"Wait a minute...the mustache?!" you guess and he nods. You both laugh. "Did you enjoy the food?"
"Some of the best cooking I've ever had."
"I'm sorry there's no dessert. It totally slipped my mind." You stand and move to pick up his plate but he stops you.
"I'll do that." He stands and takes your plate along with his.
"You're my guest, Francisco." You follow him to the sink.
"Doesn't mean I can't wash dishes."
"Fine. You wash, I'll dry."
After the dishes, you two walk back to the living room and look at your newly assembled TV stand.
"We make a pretty handy team, don't we?" you joke.
"We do." He turns to look at you and you laugh shyly. "I should get going." He grabs his hat and walks to the door as you follow closely.
"Thanks again. I appreciate it more than you know." You open the door and he walks out a bit before turning back to you and finally, finally kissing you. You sigh into the kiss, your knees feeling slightly weak. He pulls away and you blink a few times to gain your composure again.
"I thought you said there was no dessert," he says before putting his hat on. "That was pretty sweet to me." He smiles and says goodnight before walking away.
"Goodnight," you say with a trembling voice. He waves once more at the end of the walkway and you wave back. When you finally close the door, you squeal excitedly. You walk to the living room and look at the TV stand again. You'll always have a very, very good memory attached to it.
#frankie morales#frankie morales x female reader#francisco 'catfish' morales#neighbor!frankie#headcanon
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[SUMMARY: Freya and Freddy are a married couple who are new to the sanctuary. Negan cant help himself as he becomes obsessed with wanting Freya to be his and makes her become his wife.]
[Obviously not a healthy relationship but it was a requested fan fic, enjoy.]
Negan and Freya.
Today was the day you would meet Negan. A man named Simon found your husband, Freddy and yourself with a few others. You were told you would all be used to help run the sanctuary in return for shelter and food. Not having anywhere else to stay, your husband thought this would be the perfect place. The two of you stood hand in hand as a man entered the room that you figured to be Negan. He held a barbed wired bat as he made his way in. Introducing himself in a very arrogant manner, it wasnt hard to tell why he ran things here. He began expressing what he expected from all of you, his eyes roaming through the seven people before him until he saw you. The sight of you instantly making him stumble over his own words.
"Well excuse me." He slowly made his way towards you, the look in his eye making you nervous. What was going through his mind? Freddy tightened his grip on your hand as Negan was face to face with you.
"I dont think I caught your pretty little name."
"Freya." You responded confidently, his eyes devoured you, it was obvious he liked what he was looking at. Indeed he did, until he noticed you held hands with the man beside you.
"Aw, you must be the boyfriend huh?" You could hear the sarcasm in his tone and did not like it.
"My husband." You corrected him making him look back at you before turning back to Freddy with a smile.
"Mm...I dont blame you one bit. Got yourself a nice piece of ass." He could tell Freddy did not like what was being said and chuckled.
"Would you mind if I borrowed her for just a moment?"
"I actually do-"
"Ah. You must not remember the number one rule I made here. Do not go against me or there will be a price to pay." He looked Freddy straight in the eye in a very serious manner. Freddy knew there was nothing he could really do. You squeezed your husbands hand letting him know it was alright.
"I just want to give your wife a personal tour." He taunted him with a wink before turning to you.
"Shall we?"
Slowly you let go of your husbands hand and walked away with Negan as you continued to look back at Freddy. He knew why you were doing this, he knew you were only trying to prevent this man from becoming angry. You were trying to protect him.
Negan guided you to where he stayed. Entering the room you remained by the door as he walked to his desk. Negan casually sighed placing the bat on his desk before turning back to you.
"Why so far away, sweetheart."
"I'm fine here." You responded as he rubbed his chin slowly. He took off his leather jacket as he proceeded to make his way back to you making you much more anxious. What was his plan?
"Let me ask you something, doll." He stopped right before you, his eyes focused on yours. His voice smooth yet deep, you stood without moving a muscle.
"You love that man?"
"Of course I do." You responded rather quickly.
"You sure about that"? He moved closer as his eyes roamed down your body and back up to your lips. Distracted with the way he was looking at you, you didn't respond.
"What would you do if I just kissed those sweet lips right now?" He whispered, his tongue softly glided over his top lip before you looked away.
"Stop it."
"I wont tell him if you wont." He teased.
"I want to go back to my husband." You insisted making him frown. He leaned his face close to yours, you could feel his warm breath on your skin when he simply smiled.
"Oh I'll take you back to your husband."
Nervously, you swallowed attempting to hold your ground before he led you back outside. The last thing you wanted to show this man was fear.
Instantly rushing into your husband's arms, Negan stood behind and sucked his teeth. Negan was a man that went after what he wanted regardless the obstacle. The man was attracted to you in a way he had never found himself to be attracted to another woman. The next few days at the sanctuary you went about your business helping the women cook. Negan stood aside watching as Freddy walked by you and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. He had seen how gentle you treated your husband, he couldnt keep his eyes off of you. After a long day of Freddy working around the sanctuary, he was ready to come spend time with you. Negan watched as he headed towards you and decided to interfere in the moment.
"Freddy, my boy." He spoke with a touch of humor, you sighed wondering what Negan wanted now. You felt his eyes on you before he turned to your husband and requested a favor.
"I need you to go with Simon on a run-"
"Negan he just finished from working all-"
"Ah ah ah, sweetheart. What did I say about that." Negan turned to you waving his gloved hand as you crossed your arms.
"Negan, I dont like to leave Freya alone at night. Please." Freddy spoke politely not wanting to get on Negans bad side. Negans response was an arrogant smirk.
"Oh she wont be alone."
Freddy looked at you knowing he couldnt get out of this task. You nodded as you understood and wrapped your arms around him for a kiss before he left. Quietly you followed Freddy to the entrance to see him off with Simon, Negan stood right beside you.
"Please becareful, Freddy."
"I will, Freya. I wont be gone long." He smiled at you and got in the car.
"Dont worry, she'll be in good hands." Negan yelled out to him with a slick tone. You knew exactly what he was doing, hell this wasnt the first time Negan sent Freddy off so he could have you to himself. The pattern was quiet obvious with Negan. As soon as they drove off you turned away heading straight to your room.
"Woah woah woah, where are you in rush to go, sweetheart?" You could hear him following right behind you.
"I'm making dinner." You sighed as Negan followed you inside. Placing his bat gently on the table, he sat back, legs open as he took in the sight of you from behind. Feeling his eyes on you, you turned around to him biting his bottom lip. Trying to hold yourself together, you reminded yourself to not upset this man.
"Can I do something for you, Negan?" The tone in your voice showing a bit of irritation.
"Oh, I'm glad you asked." Negan stood up and slowly began to make his way to you.
"Tell me something, Freya." He stopped right before you, towering over you, you could smell his scent close to you.
"What do I have to do to get your mind off that husband of yours?"
"You will never get that chance." You responded confidently making him laugh quietly.
"I dont know about that..." he spoke with sarcasm.
"I think I have my way of making women not able to resist me."
"Well then go find those women. I'm a married woman."
"I bet I could make you forget that with just one touch." Negans tone was provocative, he was making it hard for you to keep your composure. Who did he think he was? He was a persistent man, especially with a woman that caught his eye. He leaned his hands on either side of you on the counter, closing you in against it.
"Go ahead, tell me to stop. If you want me to I will but those eyes....mm those eyes say otherwise."
Before you could respond he suddenly picked you up and sat you right on the counter making you gasp.
"Yeah I bet he never takes you by surprise like this huh?" He teased before you suddenly pushed him away and jumped down.
"Dont ever touch me again!" You yelled not caring if Negan had the power of authority at the Sanctuary. He chuckled as you yelled at him, not being able to help himself but like how you attempted to act superior to him. Not even the men had the balls to ever stand up to him the way you did, he liked your courage. He liked your confidence.
"Easy, darling. I wont touch you." He lifted his hands up as his eyes continued to undress you. Remaining silent you crossed your arms and sighed.
"I'll be waiting for my husband in my room." You walked out quickly not being able to get your mind off the way he touched you, or how him touching you made you feel. The look in his eyes as he spoke to you, you had never seen in Freddy. Shaking your head and laying in bed you waited for your husbands return.
Negan sat at his desk and closed his eyes, slowly licking his lips thinking of how close your body was to him today. The man couldnt get his mind off you no matter what he did. He wished you weren't married, if it wasnt for your husband he was sure he would've had you by now. Slowly rubbing his crotch area he felt himself rock hard. Every encounter with you left his cock craving more of you.
"Shit..." he muttered to himself picturing what he wanted to do to you until a knock on his door interrupted him.
"Fucking shit, what?!" He cleared his throat only to hear Simon had returned and he returned with your husband. Negan walked out and saw Freddy entering where you were. A sting of jealousy hit him knowing this was the man you kept turning him away for.
The next few days went by and you kept your distance from Negan but always knew he was watching. He sent off Freddy once again out of the sanctuary as you helped organize the storage room with two other women. He appeared leaning on the doorway as you organized some supplies in a box. The two women beside you instantly getting nervous with his presence. His boots clicked loudly with the ground as he made his way into the room. Taking a deep breath you ignored him acting like his presence didnt phase you.
"Ladies. You're free to go." Knowing damn well he didnt mean you, you played dumb and began to leave the room with the other two ladies.
"Except for you, Miss Freya." Rolling your eyes with a sigh you turned back into the room and continued packing the boxes. Ignoring his movement around you, you felt him stop right behind you.
"This too close for you, darling?" His voice was seductive and husky, it sent a shiver down your spine.
"Wheres Freddy?" Negan smirked as you felt him breathe close to your ear.
"Afraid I'm going to do something, sweetheart or are you afraid you're going to like it?"
"No." You responded very sure of yourself as you continued to go through the supplies before Negan suddenly put his hand over yours. You froze feeling his skin against yours, he gently moved where your hand moved as you placed the item in the box.
"I wont do anything you dont want me to do." He spoke slowly yet you could hear him begin to lose control of his breathing. The feel of your heart began to speed up, you couldn't understand why. That's when you suddenly felt him slowly press himself against your backside, purposely pressing his erection against you.
"Negan..." you gasped.
"Feel that, darling..." He spoke breathlessly in your ear. What scared you most was you almost felt like you were beginning to enjoy it.
"No!" You suddenly turned pushing him away.
"I am a happily married woman, I love my husband deeply. Respect that." You paced out of the room leaving Negan with an ache he only wished you could fix.
Slamming the door to your bedroom you sighed in disbelief with yourself. You loved Freddy, you truly did. This had gone too far and you knew you couldnt continue living this way. The only solution to this problem was to leave. Freddy returned and right away you expressed to him what had happened earlier in the day. What he wanted to do was put his hands on him, but he knew he couldnt risk your safety. There was too many of his men. What you hadn't been completely honest to Freddy about was how exactly you felt about what he did, you couldn't.
"Tomorrow night we leave." Freddy spoke with eagerness unaware that Simon was outside your door. Simon immediately informed Negan of your plan. Furiously he slammed his bat on his desk, he was not going to allow Freddy to get his way.
"Do you want me to take care of it?" Simon asked as Negan frowned.
"No. Let them think they're going to get away with it. I'll take care of it." Negan remained in his room in silence waiting for the sun to go down. Knowing exaclty when you would both attempt to leave, he picked up his bat and made his way to your room.
Freddy finished packing some of the bags as you took some extra canned foods. Rushing quickly before Negan would awake, you both prepared for the risky journey.
"Ready to go?" Freddy looked over at you as you nodded. Just as he opened the door the two of you were taken by surprise with a gasp at the sight of Negan standing on the other end.
"Going somewhere?" His bat lay comfortably on his shoulder as he grasped it tightly.
"Negan...I-" you began to speak suddenly unable to think, his eyes were dark with a threatening glare. He let himself in making you and Freddy back away.
"You know, I thought we were all great friends." A touch of sarcasm in his tone as he closed the door behind him.
"I have to say, I'm a little disappointed." He placed his hand over his heart. Neither of you could speak, Freddys hand holding on tightly to yours.
"Freddy, I kept your wife safe." He walked towards the both of you, before his eyes turned to you.
"Freya....I thought we had something special going on."
"Negan I can explain." You spoke anxiously as he frowned.
"Explain?" He grabbed the bag out of your hands and emptied it beside you.
"Explain what? How I gave you food and shelter and you wanted to sneaky away with more of it. That's a little fucking ungrateful."
"Negan-"
"Dont speak!" He roared making you jump.
"You think you can get past me?!" Negan stared down at you in fury before he suddenly grabbed Freddy and forced him to fall to his knees.
"Negan wait!" You screamed as he began to wave his bat, you knew what was coming next.
"Please wait-" You ran up to him placing your hands on his arm.
"I'll do whatever you want just dont kill him. Please." Negan smirked, slowly bringing his bat down. Scratching his chin he leaned in closer to you, his eyes falling directly onto your lips.
"You want him alive?" Negan spoke coldly.
"Yes." You whispered, swallowing nervously.
"Tell him you're mine."
His words left you speechless, what was he trying to do?
"What....Negan I-"
"You want him alive dont you? Then tell him you belong to me."
The look in his eyes showed he wasnt playing any games. Taking a deep breath you turned to your husband who didnt utter a word. What could he say? Freddy was aware how dangerous Negan could be.
"Freddy...." you began to speak as you felt Negan hoving over your shoulder staring down at your husband with a grin.
"I....I belong to....Negan now," you could hear Negan laugh low by your ear.
"Matter of fact, tell him you're now my wife." You squeezed your eyes shut knowing this was hard for Freddy to hear. He felt so helpless as he looked up at you before him.
"I am...Negans wife now."
"Atta girl. Now I dont appreciate being lied to or taken for a fool. After all I have given you, you wanted to sneak away with more things. Well now, you can only get what you need as my wife, do you understand?" Negan spoke loudly in your ear, your back still to him.
"From now on whatever you two had is done. You do not speak to each other or see each other and you-" Negan turned you to face him directly.
"You definitely do not cheat on me. Understood?" You nodded your head in silence before he looked over at Freddy.
"It didnt have to be this way but you've left me no choice. Dont try to cross me again."
Freddy remained silent as you kept your head down, you didnt have the heart to look over at your husband.
"Shall we....wife." Negan motioned for you to walk ahead of him and he followed with an arrogant walk.
In disbelief with what had just occured you found yourself being led to Negans room. There was no way out of this but to simply comply with what he wanted. At least Freddy was alive is what you would tell yourself, but at what cost? The cost of him suffering and watching you be with another man. Negan closed the door behind him as you looked around his room and your eyes stopped on his bed. A king size bed with black silk sheets, everything in his room was black.
"Like what you see?" He watched as you observed eveything in the room but focused on his bed with a look of concern.
"Oh you're worried about that huh?" He whispered behind you.
"I tell you what, how about you have the bed to yourself until your comfortable in you know...sharing it with me...your husband." Still, you remained silent.
"Lighten up, sweetheart. Make yourself comfortable." Negan walked past you taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on the couch. Hesitantly you inched up to his bed without looking back at him. Without saying a word, you climbed in and covered yourself with your back to him. This was your new life now, might as well get used to it.
The next few weeks past at the sanctuary. It was hard walking past Freddy and not being able to speak to him. You wondered what was going through his mind, Negan watched as you became distracted many times staring off at your husband. It was something you could not help. Doing as he asked you sat with him and had dinner every right. Tonight, Negan stayed staring at you curiously, you could feel how much he observed you as you stood up and began to wash the dishes.
"Freya...darling." He leaned back as you turned to him. Slowly he stood up and with an intimidating look walked to you. He stopped right before you looking down at you with intensity, Negan had not touched you yet but he wanted to. He yearned to feel you.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked in a seductive manner.
"To you." You responded softly, your voice sending a shiver through his body.
"Then show me." His words made your lips part not knowing exaclty how to respond. He pressed his pelvis against you as he stared down at you. It wasnt hard to tell the man wanted to kiss you. Slowly leaning forward, you closed your eyes and gently placed your lips on his. He groaned feeling your tongue part his lips and unexpectedly pulled you in tightly against him. One arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand slid to the back of your neck. You slowly felt yourself easing into him, liking the way he held you a moan escaped your lips. He felt your body relax against his, something you couldnt deny was you found yourself enjoying this. The two of you were lost in each others touch before being interrupted by a knock at the door. Instantly you pulled away making him sigh before he turned to walk to the door.
"What?" He spoke rudely as he opened to find Simon on the other end with Freddy. Negans lips matched yours, pink from how much you both sucked on each other. Realizing Freddy was at the door you gasped and turned your face, Negan liked the look of pain in Freddys eyes.
"Freddy, my man. I was just here with..my lovely wife." Negan turned to you with a grin.
"Oh wife-" he motioned for you to come stand beside him. Hesitantly you walked to him, Negan placed his hand around your waist pulling you in close.
"Now what is it?" Just as Freddy began to speak, Negan purposely interrupted him.
"Hold that thought." Negan spoke sarcastically before he turned to you and unexpectedly began to slowly kiss your lips. Lifting a finger up to Freddy, Negan taunted the man motioning for him to give him a moment as he kissed you. You could feel your heart slipping a beat, the rush between excitement and guilt, Negan pulled away and looked back at Freddy with a smile.
"You were saying."
Freddy froze for a moment as you looked away, suddenly forgetting anything he had to say.
"Freddy here is accompanying me on a supply run," Simon finished for him.
"Ah, great. Have fun." Negan slammed the door in their face before turning back to you and noticing the expression you had.
"Dont tell me you feel bad now, sweetheart," Negan frowned looking down at you. Truth was, you didnt feel as bad as you thought you would. Negan was making you feel something you were not sure how to explain but it felt good.
"I tell you what, your husband is going to go take care of a few things around the sanctuary then I'll come right back to you."
"Okay." You caught yourself smiling at him and he indeed liked that.
Words couldnt explain the mixed emotions you felt for Negan. Never had you been in a situation like this before. How was he having this much control over you? Hours went by and he had not returned, you began to feel restless. Day turned to night when you finally heard him at the door and ran to greet him.
"Where were you?" You asked making him look up with a puzzled expression.
"I told you I had to take care of a few things, doll."
"I didnt know you were going to take that long. I-I was worried." Negan raised a brow as a smile slowly appeared on his face.
"Oh yeah?" He began to take off his jacket as he closed the distance between the two of you. Once he reached you, he caressed your face with his hands and kissed you. He could feel how much you yearned for him.
"You've been a good girl today?" Negan asked huskily as he parted his lips from yours.
"Yes," you felt him begin to trace over your lips with his thumb before slowly putting his finger in your mouth. Erotically sucking his finger the two of you didnt break eye contact with each other. The feel of your lips closed around his finger aroused him, he could feel his cock wanting to burst out of his pants.
"Tell me what you want, darling." He whispered as he pulled his wet finger out and continued to trace your lips.
"I want you, Negan." He closed his eyes in satisfaction, something he had been wanting to hear for so long. It was true, as time went on you found yourself looking at Negan in ways you never thought you would. Many nights Negan awoke rock hard with you beside him, him unable to do a thing about it but picture what he wanted to do to you.
Suddenly he roughly turned you over pulling you back aggressively by your hair, the sudden pull making you scream. Negan pushed you down face first on the bed and pushed himself up against you. The way he moved you and touched you created a pool of wetness in your underwear. Without letting go of the grip he had on your hair in one hand, he pulled your pants down just enough to stop at your calves. Roughly he unbuckled his pants, you could hear his erratic breathing, you squealed as he continued to pull your hair. Allowing him to do what he wanted to you, you felt him slowly enter you from behind. Negan let out a satisfied moan at the feel of your warmth. The girth of his cock making you feel full inside, you moaned in pleasure. Without wasting any time Negan sped up his movement, slamming into you fast and hard.
"Is this what you wanted?" He asked breathlessly, just when you went to moan he yanked on your hair harder.
"Like this? This how you want it?"
"Yes Negan....like that.." you moaned motivating him to move faster.
"Tell me you're mine. Fucking say it-"
"I'm yours, Negan. I'm yours." You screamed as he bounced you off the bed. The controlling sound in his voice turned you on in a way you could not explain. For some reason you had no problem being submissive to this man. The pain he caused pulling your hair was satisfying and you didnt want him to leg go. Negan grunted as he continued, you could tell he was about to finish. Noticing his reflection in the mirror on the wall, you watched as his eyes never left the sight of your ass. With one last thrust you felt him pull out and felt him release himself all over your ass. He moaned loudly as he jerked off every last drop on you. Releasing your hair, you could hear him panting as he sat back on his chair. Out of breath yourself you stood up and fixed yourself up as you watched Negan light a cigarette. Barely able to speak he smiled at you as he blew out smoke.
"You're something else, Freya."
The feeling was mutual, you smiled at him in return not realizing how much you'd enjoy having sex with Negan. He stood up and began to got dressed before making his way to you. With you sitting on the bed, he stopped before you and made you tilt your head up at him.
"You'll forget about him eventually."
Truth was, you weren't forgetting about him but you were okay with what was happening. Negan sat back on the couch, taking a deep breath feeling relaxed. Closing his eyes he didnt notice as you stood up and quietly walked to him. Without a warning you slowly straddled him making him open his eyes with surprise.
"I'm doing just fine without my ex husband." Negan smiled as he placed his hands on your hips. The words you spoke were true, you found yourself beginning to have deeper feelings for Negan. In your mind the only husband you had was, Negan. There was no question about it, this is not how you expected things to turn out to be but, you were accepting of it.
Negan kept you safe and gave you anything you needed, he was the only man you wanted.
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