#surrender the pink | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

starstruckmiraclekitty · 5 months

Text

Simon had been put through life or death situations, but surely, surely this was the worst situation he could’ve found himself in.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his daughters brush in his one hand, and the pink frilly hair tie in the other.

You were away on a work trip for the day, leaving Simon to do his little girls hair- and Simon had absolutely zero idea what he was doing.

A small giggle brought him back to earth, his gaze dropping to his toddler smiling up at him in the mirror. “Daddy, we are gonna be late! I need my hair up!”

Simon mustered a small smile for his baby girl, but his hands began to sweat, and his throat ran dry. He could do this. All he had to do was put her hair up in a pony tail. He’d seen you do it a million times. “You sure I can’t just put one of my hats on ya? You’d look mighty cute if I say so myself. I may be a bit biased though.”

“No, daddy.” Your daughter giggled. “I need it in a ponytail!”

No matter how hard he tried, her hair tie would simply fall right down her head, or just simply wouldn’t look right. He let out a sigh, setting down the brush in defeat as he glared at his daughter’s hair. How on earth did you make this look so easy?

Your daughter turned to face him, a giggle escaping her lips as she stuck her tongue out at Simon.

“You laughin’ at me?” He asked, quirking a brow at his little girl, a coy smile dancing on his lips. “You know what happens when you laugh at me.”

“No!” Your daughter squealed, laughter bubbling from her small belly. But her protests were in vain as Simon’s fingers found their way to her sides and began to tickle them.

Amidst a fit of giggles. your daughter’s arms flew up in the air, in an attempt to surrender from her dad’s tickle attack. “Daddy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Thought so.” Simon replied, throwing his little girl a cheeky grin. “Now why don’t you come over ‘ere and help me find a video so I can do this properly. Can’t have my little girl showing up to school without her favorite hairstyle, can I?”

With his daughter planted firmly in his lap, Simon placed his phone on the counter, a “how to do a ponytail” video playing as his fingers returned to her hair.

Nearly 15 minutes, and a few strands of hair later, Simon looked upon his masterpiece with a proud smile. “There, I’ve finally done it.”

She turned around and looked up at Simon, before standing on her tip toes on the stool, to place a kiss on Simon’s cheek. “Thank you, daddy.”

Your daughter would never tell him of course, but she wore that ponytail with pride that day- telling everyone it was her daddy that did it this time. Even though Simon knew it wasn’t perfect, it was in her eyes- and that’s all that mattered.

#simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley fluff #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader

5K notes · View notes

4dkellysworld · 7 months

Text

Three Methods on the Path

There are three methods we use to help us on the path so we can realize our Self: 1. Self-surrender - where we surrender completely to God, or to your Self. But that’s hard to do for most people. It sounds easy, but it’s not. It means that you have no life of your own. You surrender completely and totally, everything to God. Totally. Every part of your life goes to God. “Not my will, but Thine.” That’s devotion, bhakti. Again, it sounds easy to some people, but it’s not when you get into it, because it means every decision that you have to make is left up to God. You give your mind to God, totally, completely, absolutely. And that leads you to Self-realization. 2. Mindfulness - Becoming the witness. Watching yourself continuously. Watching your thoughts, watching your actions. Sitting in meditation and watching what goes on in your mind. Not trying to change anything or correct anything. Just observing. Becoming the witness to your thoughts in meditation, and to your actions in the waking state. 3. Self-inquiry - this is the one that I advocate. Asking yourself, “To whom do these troubles come? To whom does this karma come? To whom does this suffering come? It comes to me. Well, what is ‘me’? I am me. Who am I? From where did the I come from?” And following the “I” to its source. You can use any (or all) of those three methods, whatever suits you best. But by all means, do something. Don’t waste your life with frivolities. Work on yourself, if you want to become free. It doesn’t mean you have to give up going to the movies, or going to work, or anything. You give nothing up. You just become aware of what you’re doing. You become a conscious being. You become conscious of your actions. You become loving, compassionate, gentle to all people. You stop watching out for number one. Most of us say, “Number one, I’m number one.” Forget it. That’s how you suffer. That’s ego. It’s hard to understand, when you give up your ego, how you can have a better life, but you do. Try it and you’ll see. When you stop thinking of yourself, and you start thinking on your Self, but yourself becomes Omnipresence, that means you're thinking of everybody else as yourself. So if any human being suffers, you suffer too.

from Silence of the Heart by Robert Adams

#kinda back now but I'm going to be less active than I was before #highlight key: purple for 'action' points - pink for key points #excerpts #silence of the heart #robert adams #practical #self inquiry #surrender #witnessing

244 notes · View notes

sttoru · 5 months

Text

‘if there’s anyone in this world who loves being a girl dad the most, it must be your husband — gojo satoru.’

☀︎｜tags. girl dad!gojo x female reader. fluff. you’re married. reader gets called ‘mama, sweetheart’. wrote this at work so not beta read. fic one out of two for satoru’s birthday!

giggles fill the living room — familiar laughter that sounded like your daughters’. a more sultry and manly voice also resonates in the background. one that you could recognise from miles away.

your curiosity leads you to investigate the source of the joyful sounds and soon enough, you find your dear husband and daughters sitting on the couch. though, in a situation you hadn’t quite foreseen.

satoru was talking on the phone about important business whilst your little girls were giving him a rather sparkly makeover. the most heartwarming thing was satoru’s surrender to your daughters’ antics — allowing them to do whatever to his face and hair.

“mhm, yeah..” the white-haired sorcerer hums over the phone, not having the slightest idea about what ijichi was yapping about. probably something that has to do with the recent sighting of a special grade curse in the city.

but, that wasn’t satoru’s priority at the moment at all (even if it should have been). his focus was all on his two daughters that were enjoying their playtime with him.

“papa’s so pretty.” one of them comments with a big smile — a smile satoru wishes to protect until his last moment on earth. her fingers push and pull on a small strand of his hair, trying to tug it into another ponytail.

satoru had already lost count of how many messy and half-done ponytails his snowy hair got divided into. the same goes for the amount of stickers on his face and neck.

the two sisters work together to put another pink and glittery sticker on satoru’s chin — though were no match to their father’s playful attitude. he jerks his head forwards and teasingly nibbles on their tiny hands that came in touch with his face.

this causes almost ear deafening squeals to reverberate through his ears. not that he’s complaining — satoru loves to hear them.

“. . .gojo, are you listening?” ijichi’s shaky voice over the phone interrupts the squeals. satoru doesn’t even try giving a proper response and only mutters a quick ‘yeah’ between snickers. that was enough of a sign for ichiji to understand that he couldn't get through.

everyone knew how much satoru loved his little family. he cherished them and put them above everything, including his work. sometimes it was necessary for you to remind satoru that he's needed outside your home - that he was and will keep being the strongest sorcerer that people depend on.

"wow, you two really made papa super pretty!" satoru coos as his daughters bring him a hand mirror. his phone had already been discarded somewhere on the couch - not even bothering to hang up on ijichi first.

your husband effortlessly picks the children up and cuddles them close to his body, smothering them both in sloppy wet kisses on their cheeks and necks - making them giggle uncontrollably. "y'know, papa will give you both a nice little reward for making me so beautifu—”

a faint cough echoing from the mobile device next to them reminds satoru that he was still on call. he reaches out and grabs his phone, rolling his eyes in a sassy way before clearing his throat;

"i need to attend important business. see ya." the sorcerer declares and hangs up right after. to him, playing around and taking care of his daughters was more than necessary. even in comparison with an actual critical situation: it wasn't like there weren't any other special grade sorcerers that could take on the mission.

the second his phone plops back down on the couch, satoru's hands fly over to tickle his little girls' bellies. they wriggle and squirm around in his lap - squealing for help from their mama.

you had been watching the scene unfold from the doorway and decide to join in on the fun once you hear your daughters’ call. you gasp dramatically before scurrying over to the couch, acting like you were genuinely scolding your husband for his 'torturuos' tickles;

"oh no, my little girls!" you pout, taking in the way your daughters laugh and outstretch their tiny arms towards you, searching for an escape in your arms. you gladly help them away from their dad's grasp, though not without getting a whine out of satoru.

one of your daughters sticks out her tongue at the sulky sorcerer on the couch, the other mimicking her sister's actions. you chuckle and decide to do the same; frowning and sticking your tongue out.

"ack!" satoru clutches his chest, fingers curling around the material of his shirt like he just got shot. he topples over on the couch and acts dead with his eyes half closed, "i can't. . . believe. . . it. my girls hate me. ugh, my heart - can't take it."

you scoff at his exaggerated act. you were used to it after years of dating and marriage, but your daughters seemed to still take the bait. they writhe around in your arms and once you put them down on the floor again, they run back to their 'fallen' dad.

they shake him by his shoulders and harshly pat his cheeks in attempt to bring him back to life. a constant loop of 'papa!'s and 'wake up!'-s echo throughout the house. even some 'we're sworry!'-s thrown in-between.

satoru couldn't take it anymore and his arms move at the speed of light so he could pull both of his daughters in a big hug. he squeezes them a bit too tight to his chest, causing them to shriek and laugh.

"are you not joining us, sweetheart?" satoru asks with a shit-eating grin. it's then that you realise that he was blushing from pure joy — his cheeks rosy. well, you couldn't possibly deny his request when he was this ecstatic.

the high-pitched 'mama too! mama too!' coming from both girls mellowed your heart even more. and thus, you give in.

you happily join the pile - climbing on top of your husband and between your daughters which lay on each of his sides. your head rests on his chest, your eyes closed and your ears filled with laughter.

satoru eventually relaxes, however that genuine smile never leaves his lips. this is where he belongs. with his family - the most important thing of all.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff

3K notes · View notes

moechies · 2 months

Text

lactating sukuna (*ﾉωﾉ) fluffy !!

it was an accident.

you were laid against your shirtless boyfriend, sitting in between his huge thighs whilst resting on his bare chest.

you pulled your eyes away from your phone, whining with a slight rub to your tired sight. upon looking up at your boyfriend, you earn a small glare with a short stroke to your hair. you turn your head to notice the pink bud of his nipple that bulges slightly from his chest, smiling at the mischievous thought before pressing your plush lips onto his nipple.

but something's wrong.

in the second you were attached to his nipple, a thin sweet liquid fills your mouth.

before you're able to blink twice, the man has you pulled off his body with a singular hand, many feet away from where you had just had your mouth a second ago. he holds you above him by your shirt, body hanging low, but your head is hoisted to face him.

"what the fuck do you think your doin' stupid fuckin' brat? why'd you do that?!"

"rwyomen.. dere's sumthin' in my mouf.."

you open your mouth slightly to show him the liquid, and you can swear his face turns a light shade of pink as he clenches his teeth in an anger.

"why the fuck did you do that?!"

"cos your nipple's cute..." you smile, accidentally swallowing a bit of the liquid. your eyes widen at the taste but its awfully.. sweet..

"spit it out brat!" is exactly when you decide to swallow the liquid in your mouth, flashing him a grin.

you extend your arm to reach him, a silent ask for more. when he pulls you back further, is when you notice his gaze has been distracted from your face, and his face was still painted with an unusual rosy blush.

"ryomen, are you embarrassed? look at me! tell me what that was now! please?!"

"it's milk," he grumbles.

he drops you down below, causing you to land in between his legs.

"oof.." he looks at you, his gaze awfully piercing but with no bad intention.. maybe.

"you can lactate?! can i have more?! it was so sweet!"

"you're fucked in the head." but you don't know that his heart thumps at the request, hiding his shock at your extremely normal reaction, and the fact that you weren't ashamed of his secret.

"maybe. gimme more," your head quickly move towards his nipple, but he is obviously quicker. his left hand cups his tit before you are able to reach, his other pressing against your insistent head.

"please ryo! i want more.! you'd let me if you loved me!"

"that's not how it works brat!"

"it is!" "the fuck? no it's not!" he releases your forehead, your body falling forward straight into his chest. "ryomen!" he chuckles.

"well since i'm already here, let me suck on your tit ryo." you nibble at the fat of his peck, meeting his red eyes as you look up. you attempt the best puppy eyes you possibly can, a smile spreading across your face with excitement when you hear the familiar sigh of surrender.

he removes his hand, and you quickly move yourself to latch onto him once again.

"yummie.."

he couldn't say it out loud, but you reminded him of that one black kitten with its face pulled out of milk captioned, "lost in the sauce." a meme you showed him a couple weeks ago that you believed was so insanely hilarious.

he loves you.

i literally don't know what this is, but it has literally been stuck in my head ever since gege's leaks Lol i know it was a mistranslation but it's so funny to me n i love lactating big men

#jjk #sukuna x reader #sukuna jjk #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen x reader fluff #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

2K notes · View notes

starkeyisthelastname · 1 month

Note

rafe fucking his girlfriend's sister 🤠

It wasn’t that his relationship was serious, or so that’s what he thought. If his “girlfriend” thought differently than that was on her. Sure he had let her sleep in some of his clothes and stay the night a few times. Rafe was in it to get his balls drained though, and nothing more than that.

Until he met your pretty little self. It was at a party he was throwing and watching you walk up with his girlfriend had his dick growing hard. He found it was cute how you shyly stood behind her in nothing but a tiny pink bikini and a sparkly cover up that didn’t do shit to hide anything. You waved at him bashfully, bouncing on your pedicured toes as you tried not to blush.

It wasn’t that many drinks in when he had you in one the bathroom’s of Tannyhill. Ringed hand held the top of your head in place as he made you look into the mirror. Mascara ran down your pink cheeks, your heavy tits spilled out of the useless top you wore as he fucked you at a brutal pace.

You squeaked out a moan, his hand coming further down your scalp to yank your hair. “Shut up and fuckin take it.” He grunted behind you hips slamming against your thick backside. His hand that was on your waist came up to put over your mouth.

He watched as you completely surrendered to him, pretty eyes threatening to roll back as he pounded you against the sink. “That’s a good fucking girl- take my dick up your cunt.” His tone low as you squeezed around him. He had to find a way to make you his and even though it may be wrong somewhere in his messed up mind..the truth was he really didn’t give a fuck.

You whined around his hand, feeling funny as he slammed into you over and over. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, and he knew it too by the way you were clenching around him.

“Gotta make you mine sweet girl. Gotta fuckin make this sweet pussy permanent around here… tell your sister that I said I'm sorry.” He whispered in your ear, heavy balls twitching as he painted your insides.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #obx smut #obx

1K notes · View notes

lovebugism · 3 months

Note

Im a very indecisive person but I guess I'll go with “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” with Eddie, if you have any inspiration for this prompt 💕

ty for requesting!! — you get mean when you like someone, so eddie thinks you hate him (grump!reader, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, shameless succession reference, 1.9k)

“Please, tell me you’re joking,” you mumble through the melting vanilla shake on your tongue.

Robin grins at you across the table and shakes her head. “Nope,” she says, popping the p. “You are officially looking at Vicki Carmichael’s latest odyssey.”

You and Eddie look over your shoulder at Steve. He stands at the front counter and fumbles with the straw dispenser — hitting the lever repeatedly, with an increasingly rougher touch when nothing comes out. He flounders when they all spill out at once.

He’s lucky he’s so pretty.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Eddie announces from beside you after stealing a sip of your milkshake. He squints and fights off a brain freeze. “Why didn’t he just tell us? He’s screwing the hottest girl in town— it feels like something he’d brag about.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you scoff, mostly kidding.

“‘Cause he knew you guys would totally ream him for it,” Robin answers and pinches fry crumbs into her mouth. Through a mouthful of them, she says, “It’s not like you’re usually supportive about this kinda stuff.”

“I’m all for Steve being a slut, okay?” you defend with your hands up in surrender. “But I do draw the line at my best friend fucking the girl who bullied me in high school.”

“What’d she do?” Eddie asks. You can’t tell if he really cares or if he just wants something new to laugh at you for, but you decide to humor him anyway.

“She cut out the boobs of my gym shirt before class because she knew if I dressed out again, I was getting detention,” you explain, smiling when it makes the table laugh. “I had to run the mile with my bright pink sports bra showing, but at least my record was clean.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Steve wonders aloud when he returns to the table, carrying the only straw that hadn’t fallen to the floor. He slides into the booth next to Robin and looks at the three of you expectantly.

“Nothing.” the brunette girl chirps.

“You,” Eddie deadpans.

You squint. “Real smooth, Munson.”

“Wait, what?”

Eddie laughs. “I mean, Vicki Carmichael? Seriously?”

Steve gapes at Robin, features yawned in betrayal. “You told them?”

The girl shrugs, taking a big bite of her burger and playing coy.

“She’s hot and everything, but she’s really not your type, man.”

Steve’s eyes narrow across the table. “What’s that supposed to mean, freak?”

“She likes bad boys,” you answer for him, shrugging like it’s obvious. “You know, the Billy Hargrove types. With tattoos and leather jackets and long hair. And, no offense, but you’re the furthest thing from that.”

“I think you just described me, doll,” Eddie laughs.

“Weren’t you screwing around with Billy Hargrove a couple months ago?” Steve wonders with a knowing, honeyed squint.

“Shut up, Harrington,” you bite.

Eddie grins with all his teeth, pink and boyish and proud. “Oh, so you’re screwing guys that are just like me now, huh? I’m flattered.”

“If anything, you’re the dollar store version of Billy Hargrove, Munson,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to the milkshake in front of you. You stab holes in the thick ice cream and try to ignore the sudden attention.

All the eyes on you make you nervous. You were never good at being the butt of the joke. ‘Cause when you get embarrassed, you get mean. Like some kinda hurt dog.

“You have everything but the looks.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie snorts and snatches the frosted glass away from you. He slides it over to his side of the table and sips from the straw that has your lipstick stained on the tip of it. “You can’t insult me—”

“Can’t I?”

“—Not when you’re fucking a carbon copy of me,” he scoffs and tries to ignore the jealousy burning wildfires behind his ribcage.

“He’s nothing like you,” you insist.

“He’s exactly like me. Just blonde. And watered down,” Eddie argues, face twisted with disgust. He smiles when it makes everyone else laugh but you. “I mean, it’s kinda sad, actually. I turned you down, so you had to try it out with Hargrove?”

“I didn’t try it, first of all, I fucking conquered it,” you retort, not exactly joking but grinning when it makes Steve and Robin chuckle to themselves. “And second of all, I never wanted you, Munson. So there was never anything to turn down.”

Your words sting somewhere deep in his chest. Like there’s a knife lodged deep in his heart that aches every time he breathes. He doesn’t know what to do with this hurt other than hurt you back.

“So that night you told me you liked me after my show— that was all a lie?” he asks, smirking to hide his ache.

Robin’s eyes go wide as she bites into her burger. “What is this? A sleepover?” she scoffs with her mouth full. “Why is everyone telling each other’s secrets?”

“You started it, Buckley,” Steve quips before stealing one of her fries.

Your answer is immediate. A total lie, but instant nonetheless. No one’s gonna out-insult you. Rarely ever do you come out of petty arguments without having drawn the most blood.

“Yeah! You bombed, and I felt bad, and I wanted to make you feel better,” you confess with a sinister giggle. “What I really wanted to say is that I wish your mom had given birth to a can opener because at least then it might be good at something.”

Eddie meets your smirk with a glower, something genuinely pained that makes your chest sting. You refuse to show it, though. Not even when he slides out of the booth. “Yeah, okay. Fuck you,” he mumbles to himself as he goes.

“What?” you scoff a cynical laugh.

“C’mon,” Steve murmurs quietly to you. “That was a little too far.”

“Oh, so he can make fun of me, but I can make fun of him?”

“It’s different. You know that.”

You roll your eyes even though you know he’s right. Eddie’s a clown, but he means well. He’s a dumbass because he doesn’t know how to be serious about anything, but he’s hardly ever outright mean.

You’re made of something more hardened than that. You set fires all around you, and only when a person walks through it do you know they really care. You don’t mean to be so mean half the time. It’s a defense mechanism more than anything. A time-bomb you never really learned to defuse.

“It was a joke, Eds!” you shout as he storms the short distance to the entrance of the diner.

“Well, surprise. I have feelings—” he grins, though there’s little emotion behind it. The door dings over his head when he shoves it open. He reaches for the crushed packet of cigarettes in his pocket. “—And you just hurt them.”

The diner feels strangely silent with him gone. The air feels noticeably heavy, too.

You reach for the milkshake he left on his side of the table and slide it audibly back over to you. You don’t sip from it, though. Your stomach’s too much in knots now. You just busy your fidgeting hands with it, holding the frosted glass in your delicate palms until they ache.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumble, not meeting the silent looks Robin and Steve give you across the booth.

“Go talk to him before you give him a complex.”

“Yeah,” the boy hums with a knowing smile. “Go kiss and make up.”

“Shut up,” you bite with a scrunched-together face. You deflate with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll go— but not because you told me to.”

You hear them laugh quietly to themselves as you walk out behind Eddie.

He leans against the corner of the old building and blows smoke from his lungs. He looks relatively unfazed despite the circumstances. You swallow down the worry that you’re embarrassing yourself by being out here at all.

Your shoes scuff against the sidewalk as you near him. “Eds—”

“I’m fine,” he interjects before you can say anything real. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Well, it’s too late. Steve and Robin already kicked me out here, so…” You trail off in a monotone, despite having already declared that you were out here not because you were told to be. He doesn’t need to know that, though. “…I’m sorry.”

He takes a puff of the cigarette between his fingers, then shrugs on the exhale. “Okay.”

“The can opener thing was stupid— I mean, it wasn’t nice either, but it was a really dumb joke,” you ramble without taking a single breath. You cross your arms over yourself in a makeshift shield. “You didn’t even bomb that night. At your show or whatever. I lied. You were… You were actually really good.”

Eddie turns his head slowly. He blinks at you with chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement.

You cower under his stare. “What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he insists with a crooked smile.

“What?” you repeat, forcing a laugh.

“You’re fucking with me,” he chuckles and brings the cig back to his mouth. He mumbles through the stick. “But it’s cool, you know? I can cope.”

“I’m being serious, Eddie,” you argue. And then, when your chest starts to sting, it becomes impossible not to make a joke. “I think you’re a… super-talented superstar—”

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he interjects with a sincere laugh, like honey and gunpowder.

You giggle, and the foreign tension ebbs.

“I’m just kidding,” you assure and prop your back against the wall beside him. “Well, I mean, I’m not, but I…” You stammer when you can’t find the words. You gesture wildly with your hands. “I do think you’re talented, it’s just— It’s hard for me to be serious, okay? But I am sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures, tossing the cigarette to the ground and snuffing the ash with his sneaker. “Trust me. I know what you mean.”

You swallow hard. “And I wasn’t… What I said to you that night, in your van after the show… I wasn’t lying.”

Eddie’s head snaps up. He blinks at you with a gaping gaze, even though you’re not looking at him to see it. You’re much more focused on the dumpster across the street, lest you meet his eyes and get embarrassed all over again.

This is the realest you’ve ever been with him, you think — since you told him you liked him and he all but turned you down.

Being vulnerable has been impossible since then.

“Then why’d you never talk to me about it again?” he asks, then stammers over himself. “You acted like it never even happened— I thought I fucking— like, dreamt it or some shit.”

“Because you didn’t say anything back! I thought you didn’t feel the same way!”

“I was just— I was just shocked. You always act like you hate me!”

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you blurt before you mean to, then huff with impatience at yourself. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know… I don’t know how to be nice to people I like.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie laughs, shifting on the brick wall until his shoulder rubs against it. He looks down at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time — glittering with the hope of finally getting close to you, of finally having something real.

“Don’t laugh!” you argue. “I’m trying really hard here!”

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, leaning in until you can taste the nicotine on his breath. In a honeyed tone, he confesses, “It’s a good thing I like you mean, then, huh?”

Your heart lurches into your throat. He smirks when you freeze, and knocks his shoulder against yours when he heads back into the diner.

The game of cat and mouse continues.

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble

1K notes · View notes

yanderenightmare · 4 months

Text

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, light bondage, size difference, fisting, squirting, anal

fem reader

You lay curled up on your side. The sheets beneath you were damp from your sweat. Even your bonds had gone wet where they held your arms together behind you – clammy against your back.

You're chilly, dewy from head to toe, lying naked in the cool bedroom air – or maybe it was just a fever – you didn’t know anymore. Either way, you shivered, indulging weak sniffles while sucking your pink ballgag as he fucks your ass only in heavy strokes, hitting you deep.

His toasty paw rubbed your hip, holding you steady while his other fist kept warm and wet, lodged inside your tight quivering cunt.

You squirt but offer little more than a tired moan, nomming your ball with a cry. It wasn’t the first time tonight, but it was still all so embarrassing – tears slipped from your eyes as your toes curled in the strangling onslaught of pleasure. The toll had become painful a while ago.

He found it so endearing, though – and he made sure to let you know it. “Good girl~” He praised, voice old and rugged, cooing at you while shuffling his digits in the loose fist he had propping you – feeling you suckle his scarred knuckles, followed by the surge of warm liquid rushing past the gaps.

Clenching his hand, he helped shake it all out in warm spurts around his wrist where you were enclosed – wetting the sheets with clear stains along other drying blotches from earlier.

His cock is fat like an industrial metal pipe and just as hard. He has to keep your ass in check with a firm hand holding you in place in order to ever breach the tiny hole. After several hours of nesting inside you, slowly but surely, it’s finally stretched into a sweet gaping opening fit for a quicker pounding.

He sets the new pace – still slow but so overwhelming you croaked around your gag with drool running down your chin.

“To think you were fighting me this morning…” He chuckled warmly, swinging his hefty weight against your ass, nestling himself deep and only ever pulling out halfway, clapping his big set of balls against your soft tush. “You're not satisfied unless all your holes are being spoiled, hm, sweet Princess?”

You’re scared, but you’re weak and can only nod in agreement, squeezing on both of the limbs he had stretching you out while suckling the substitute you had in your mouth.

“Mmh, my little brat… You can be so nice and sweet when you want to.” He hummed in a deep rumble, cupping your cheek and jaw with gruff fingers and lifting your sorry head to look up at him. “You just need a little reminder every now and again~ but deep inside, you know all your little holes are mine, don’t you, Baby?” He cooed firmly, stroking your cheek tenderly with a worn thumb – his soft smile more a display of authority than kindness while his fingertips dipped into the chub of your face. “Who does this little face-fucking hole belong to, hm?” He asked, still with a gentle tenderness on his face while looking down at you.

You couldn’t answer, but your eyes screamed surrender in turn of your gagged mouth – looking so humbled it made his balls clench – such big teary eyes with that terribly adorable curl between your brows – begging for his mercy.

Lolling his hips forward to nestle deep into your ass, he sighed in contentment. “And this, Baby? Hm~” He purred, sliding his paw from your hip down to grip your butt, giving the plush a firm squeeze before posing the rest of the question. “Who’s little cock-hugging hole is this, hm?”

His heavy balls nudged tight against your soft fat, with his entire length buried down to the hilt – so deep and big it made your back bend.

He rumbled with a deep chuckle at the sight, amused when feeling you sweetly squeeze on his thick shaft in answer.

It was humiliating. Lying beneath his patronizing leer, hands tied with a gagged mouth, unable to make any sounds other than soft mewling as he kept having his way with your smaller weaker body.

“What about this?” He continued, now with his fist, gently pumping your stretched pussy, making you press your thighs even tighter together. “Who owns this wittle baby-making hole, hm?”

You gave a whine, cumming – flushing with shivers as the umpteenth orgasm took you. Hot and cold in flashes and riddled with sweatdrops – dewy-cheeked while panting around your ball as dulled and misty eyes slowly blinked with teary lashes. Belly pulsing around the big bulges stuffing you up so full you felt close to bursting.

“That’s right~ they’re all mine, aren’t they, Baby? They belong to Daddy.” He wooed softly, smiling at how cute you were now, moaning out a feeble agreeing hum, pliantly nodding your head in his palm as he kept sinking in and out of that soft squelching hole that no longer fought him – sweet and housebroken – only obediently submitting to his size, lovingly hugging the shaft as though you never ever wanted him to take it out again.

BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji, Aizawa

JJK – Nanami, Geto, Toji, Kenjaku

AOT – Erwin, Zeke

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut #yandere demon slayer #yandere csm #yandere aot

2K notes · View notes