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special brownies [weedrry]
summary: harry and y/n accidentally eat their roommates special brownies.
warnings: mentions and use of weed (edibles), being high, swearing, kissing, biting, unprotected sex, bit of dirty talk.
word count: 2,396
a/n: i came up with this idea very randomly and i have written it as fast as i possibly could lmao anyway, the whole thing is about accidentally getting stoned, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read! if it doesn't, enjoy <333
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It’s been a long week and Y/N is feeling it. Between classes and shifts at the cafe, her feet are sore and her mind is tired. She wants nothing more than to cuddle up on the sofa with a good tv show and pass the fuck out.
And tonight is supposed to be her lucky night. Tom has a night shift and Harry has a hot date. No boys, no roommates, no interruptions.
There’s just something about knowing she’s got the flat to herself all night long, and she can lounge about like the lazy girlie her heart yearns to be.
She starts with a long, relaxing her aching body in the hot soapy water until her skin begins to prune. Y/N takes extra time to moisturise her body and brush her hair. Even treats herself to a face mask while she does so.
When she leaves the bathroom, it’s almost 7 p.m. and Tom has already left for work. The apartment is clean, and most importantly, quiet.
She’s a bit too excited in her movement to the sofa, a squeal slipping from her lips. Too caught up in her head, she doesn’t notice Harry leaning against his bedroom door, arms folded across his chest.
It’s not until he clears his throat that Y/N jumps out of her little happy dance with a scream. A smirk sits on his lips, amused by the way she scowls at him.
“What the hell are you doing here! You’re supposed to be out on a date!”
Her tone is accusing, pointer finger jabbing at the air in his direction. She notices his attire; grey shorts and a white hoodie. Y/N’s shoulders slump.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she huffs.
“What? I thought you liked hanging out with me?” Harry follows her to the sofa, sitting on the opposite end of her.
Y/N crosses her arms furiously. “I do! But I was so excited to have the flat to myself for just one night.”
Harry’s brows are raised suggestively, that sick fucking smirk on his lips again. Y/N lunges a pillow at his face. “Not for those reasons, you perv.”
He barks out a laugh, hugging the pillow close to his chest as he props his feet up and on Y/N’s lap. He watches how her bottom lip pouts out and his face softens.
“Look, if you want me to fuck off out for the evening, I can.” Harry offers.
She scoffs. “That is what you were supposed to be doing.” A moment of silence passes and she sighs. “Sorry, that came out rude. I'm not about to kick you out of your own flat – though I am going to force you to watch the last three episodes of The Rookie with me.”
Harry makes no attempt to hide the groan that follows her words. It’s not that he doesn’t like the show, it’s that he hates the show. He’ll never understand Y/N’s weird obsession with emergency services.
First, it was Criminal Minds, then a month later she binge watched 9-1-1 Lone Star in six days. Now she’s on the newest season of The Rookie and he’s sure she only started season one at the beginning of the month?
“Do we have to?” he grumbles.
Y/N throws another pillow at him. “Yes. You’re the one interrupting my night, you could at least do it quietly… and with snacks.”
Her voice trails off at the end of her sentence and Harry has to bite back a grin. She could never be mad at Harry, she loves him and his company far too much. Tom, on the other hand… yeah, she would definitely be mad if it was him crashing her lazy girl night.
Harry stands from the sofa, wandering through to the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of water in one hand and scans his eyes through the cupboards in search for a suitable snack.
They’ve not been shopping for a few days, so there’s only some dry crackers, a half-eaten bag of cashew nuts (ew, Tom), and granola. Harry contemplates ubering some cookies and milkshakes when his eyes land on a bakery box on top of the microwave.
He squints as he reads the writing on the top of the box.
Tom’s. DO NOT EAT!
Harry flips the lid, six thick slices of dewey chocolate brownies. They’re like fucking slabs… he’s sure Tom won’t mind if he and Y/N share just one between them.
He pops a (massive) slice on a plate and toddles back to the kitchen. The show is paused on the opening scene, Y/N shuffled to get comfortable on the sofa. She raises a brow at the snack in question.
“We’re sharing a brownie?”
Harry huffs as he sits. “S’all we’ve got in the kitchen, and they’re Tom’s. Didn’t wanna take the piss when his little sticky note clearly says DO NOT TOUCH!”
Y/N snorts, breaking the brownie in half and handing Harry the bigger slice. She takes a bite, face screwing slightly.
“These taste a little funny… nutmeg, maybe?”
She turns to Harry who doesn’t say anything and still hasn’t taken the brownie. The look on his face irks her. She huffs, swallowing. “I feel bad that your date cancelled on you.”
His eyebrows almost raise to his hairline. “And what makes you think she was the one to cancel?”
“Was she?” Y/N asks.
Harry takes the brownie with a sigh. “Yeah.”
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They can’t stop fucking giggling.
The show is long forgotten about, has been for the past thirty minutes. They’re both feeling warm. Harry stripped from his jumper and Y/N changed into some little shorts and one of Harry’s baggy t-shirts.
Neither of them know where this amusement came from, but there is absolutely no calming either of them down. They’re sneakily sharing a second slice of Tom’s brownies; eyes on the door in case for some reason, he comes home an hour after his shift has started.
“They taste so weird, but I can’t stop eating it.”
Harry chokes out a laugh, eyes welling with tears because he just finds Y/N so fucking funny tonight.
She’s a mess too, eyes squinted and shoulders hunched as she laughs uncontrollably. They’re both crossed-legged on the living room floor, knees knocking gently.
The more she chews, the more she begins to recognise that unfamiliar taste… the way it lingers on her tongue. Her laughter slows for a moment, as if realisation is beginning to dawn on her.
She stares at Harry with wide eyes and parted lips, mouth still full.
“Oh, my god.”
“What?”
“They’re fucking weed brownies!”
Harry can’t breathe, struggles to look away from the fear and shock on Y/N’s face. His whole body begins to shake with laughter and Y/N finds herself following.
“Harry, it’s not funny!” she shrieks. “This is so bad, Harry.”
She’s laughing through her words. Even she can’t take herself seriously in this state.
“D’you wanna play Just Dance?”
Harry’s words only make her laugh harder. The remainder of her brownie is thrown at his naked torso. Harry wastes no time to tackle her to the ground, hovering between her legs as he tickles her sides.
He's blowing raspberries on her neck, eliciting loud cackles from her mouth. Y/N tugs at his hair, her legs flailing around his hips when he nips at the skin on her throat.
They don’t say anything. She continues to chuckle, and Harry continues to bite.
Their laughter has fizzled out into breathy giggles. Neither of them are sure when Harry’s bites turned into kisses. When their fingers became intertwined. When her legs closed around his middle.
And neither of them say a fucking thing about it.
Harry’s lips travel up her neck and across her jaw. She finds his mouth feverishly, nothing but tongue and teeth but to the pair of them, it’s the best kiss they’ve ever had.
They’re needy, hot and wanton all of a sudden. Like a switch has been flipped and they’re clinging to one another like lifelines.
Harry holds her hands above her head, fingers tangled. He’s hard, rock hard. Pressing into Y/N’s tiny fucking shorts so much he’s sure he can feel her arousal through both of their clothes.
He ruts against her, testing the waters. The moan he receives sends all blood down south. He’s always known sex to be incredible when you’re high. The thought of him sharing it with her? God, he could bust there and then.
He releases her hands so he can feel up her thighs, skin hot and smooth. Their lips don’t separate, not once. She lets her hands fall into his curls, nails scratching at his scalp and she tugs at the roots.
Harry’s moaning into her mouth, eager and desperate for more. He takes her shorts off quickly and strategically. So quickly that she doesn’t notice until she feels a cool breeze between her thighs.
Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head, more than ready for whatever the fuck he wants to do to her.
They haven’t hesitated, not once. Not until Harry's hands are at the waistband of his shorts and he wonders if he should grab a condom or just go down on her. He knows she’s on the pill, just like they both know they’re both clean.
Harry gets tested once a month and Y/N doesn’t sleep around.
She answers his inner turmoil for him and tugs his shorts down the best she can. Harry breaks the kiss for a split second to tug his shorts to his knees. He’s back to kissing her as quickly as he pulled away, tongue against hers. Hot and messy.
Y/N feels his tip twitch against her clit, an airy sigh echoing into Harry’s mouth. He lets his fingers swirl around her wetness, smearing it across her smooth cunt and coating his thick shaft in her arousal.
They’re panting messes, eager, desperate and horny.
When he lines himself at her entrance, she locks her legs around his waist. Harry bumps forward, a shrill cry slipping from between their lips at the sensation of one another.
Harry wants to give her a moment to adjust, but Y/N doesn’t. She wants it hot and hard. She wants the pain. She wants to feel every fucking inch of him.
She probably should’ve warned Harry how she gets when she’s high. How much of a whiny, cock-hungry whore she can become. Then again, how was she supposed to know they’d accidentally eat their roommates special brownies?
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Harry chokes as he bottoms out.
Y/N’s struggling to catch her breath but she’s never loved the burn in her lungs more. “Fuck me, H.”
He twitches inside her. “Fuck me hard.”
His hips begin to roll, cock nuzzling itself deep inside her. He can feel everything. Every bump, dip, swell. God, she’s fucking soaked, leaking down to the floor but neither of them care.
Harry slowly begins to quicken his pace, arms bent at the elbows either side of Y/N’s head to prop himself up. She doesn’t loosen her legs around his hips. She needs him as close as he can possibly get.
Even his cock buried to the brim in her cunt isn’t enough. She needs his soul touching hers.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“Yeah?” she breathes. “You gonna fuck my tight cunt, baby? Fuck me like you own me.”
He can’t believe his fucking ears. He’s always found Y/N attractive, but never in his wildest fucking dreams did he expect her to be this goddamn filthy.
Harry loves it.
His thrusts grow harsher. She has no time to catch her breath between hits, her mouth in a constant state of slack – eyes rolled back and eyebrows pinched.
“My perfect little cunt.” Harry seethes.
The noises of her pussy are like electric waves in Harry’s ears. He feels them in his soul, like sparks and jolts. He’s never felt more alive.
He’s fucking into her manically. Behind closed eyes all he can see shapes and colours of need and desire. Sex has always been good, always been great high. But this? Fuck, he’s never felt something so otherwordly.
He never wants it to end, wants to spend the rest of his life fucking her like a whore. She’s tugging his hair, likely making his scalp bleed but he loves it. He’d bleed a fucking river just to feel her cunt around him again.
“I’m gonna come!”
Her words awaken something animalistic within Harry. Like his life depends on feeling her release around him – like it’s what he was born to experience.
He chases her high, nipping and suckling on her neck, fucking into her cunt as fast as his restrained hips will allow. Y/N’s a blubbering mess, a sight Harry never wants to forget.
Fuck, he doesn’t think he could if he tried. This will forever be etched into his mind – her face, her body, her perfect cunt. Jesus, he’s never been so into sex in his life.
Her body begins to tremble uncontrollably, legs locked tight around his middle as she cries his name and pours over him.
Harry’s gruff and desperate moans mix with hers. She’s impossibly tighter, squeezing him; begging him to never let her feel anything but full ever again.
Harry wants to die buried in her cunt.
It takes every single fucking ounce of willpower he has to pull out and release across her thighs – painting the filthiest picture anyone could imagine.
It’s a struggle for either of them to catch their breaths. Hot and heavy panting that soon turns into light laughter, that even sooner, turns into contagious giggles.
Their bodies shake with every chuckle, Harry’s mouth ghosting hers until he nips on her bottom lip.
“We are never to talk about this, understood?”
He grins widely. “Whatever you want, Princess.”
She hums, eyes full of lust. Harry’s still achingly hard, despite coming more than he ever has before. He dips his head to her neck, sucking at her soft skin. His cock twitches against her thigh and she breathes deeply, blinks slowly.
“You wanna go again?” his voice is muffled by her neck.
She grins, legs wrapping back around his middle.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
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DAZED ! - FUSHIGURO TOJI
SYNOPSIS : ❝ what the fuck was in that strain ? ❞
FEATURING : plug! toji x fem! reader
— CONTENT WARNING : minors do not interact !!, black reader written in mind, use and mentions of mary jane, dominant toji, female! reader, whiny toji bc i need it so bad, hair pulling, spanking, squat-riding, blowjob, fingering, use of profanity and pet names such as ᰔ slut, sweetheart ofc, baby ᰔ
— AUTHOR’S NOTE : hiiii. excuse any mistakes !! this was supposed to be out sooner but i haven’t been feeling the best :/ i’ve come around to finishing this thingy so here you goooo !!!! i hope you all enjoy. reblogs and interactions earn you a smooch.
YOU LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND.
not only did he take care of you, tend to your every want, and give you the entire world— but he had one of the best jobs ever…in your opinion. being a dealer and all, he was always the first of the first to receive and test only the finest of products.
tonight was one of those nights — the testing nights filled with back to back experimental phases within putting his product to work.
a recent partner he’d just adopted to the group had dropped off one of those familiar, brown boxes you always saw him organizing here and there. the moment he brought it through the door, he practically tore it open like a ravaging animal hungry for prey.
you could remember how excited he was to show you the new items that would soon be appearing on his roster, but you also remembered how much of a character he was when he was high. not only did he get giggly, chattier than usual, and playful— but he also got painfully horny. any little move or phrase leaving your lips had his cock thumping against his briefs at a rapid pace.
kind of like right now.
you’re seated on his lap, eating from the bowl of popcorn you'd made moments before as some cheesy action movie drew your attention. the edibles you'd eaten earlier had finally kicked in, followed by the sudden hunger you'd gotten.
after a few bites, you can feel toji shifting uncomfortably beneath you. your mind immediately goes to the thought of his legs falling asleep, but that thought quickly fades as toji begins to grip your hips even tighter than before, “are you alright, baby? am i hurting you?” you inquire, tilting your head to the side and looking sympathetically at him. toji shakes his head, still remaining silent as he begins to slip his hand between your pants and underwear.
your eyes roll, “tojiii, you said it was movie night,” your whines only encouraged him more. he starts to rub circles around your clit, your dampened panties eventually stringing his fingertips with your slick.
“did i say that? i don’t remember.”
without another thought, your head is flung back. his quick fingers felt too good against you, causing your body to jolt. “we’re going to miss the good parts,” you complain, but he snatches his hand away from your dripping cunt and places a light smack on it instead.
“stop talking. watch the movie.”
his harsh tone unintentionally causes your eyes to return to the action-packed scene that has been causing commotion throughout your home. the weed in your system was already sending shivers down your spine, but his fingers playing a sweet melody with your pussy was causing much more.
“t-toji, please—“
your pussy receives yet another slap, leaving you itching and craving more. “be quiet. do you really wanna’ misbehave right now?” his question and subsequent finger entering your pussy caught you completely off guard, making your chest rumble with a loud moan.
“can you be good for me, sweetheart?” he asks, and you rapidly nod your head as an answer, “use your words. don’t play with me.”
toji deliberately thrusts upward slowly, allowing his hips to move to the point where his covered cock rubbed against your exposed folds. even though his fingertips are still fully plugged into you, you start to grind back onto him— eager to feel something more than just this.
“can't hear me or somethin’? you’re doin’ all that movin’ like you wanna’ cum, but you’re not listenin’ to me,” he stresses, moving his fingers around to meet the rhythm of your hips.
“toji, you’re being mean—“ after two minutes of trying to get an answer out of you, the third smack to your cunt gets it. you try to pull him from between your legs by closing your eyes and grabbing his wrist, but he manages it for you.
as he begins to lower his pants, you’re ifted from his lap. he motions for you to kneel, and you naturally do so. you give your boyfriend one last glance before snagging his cock with your hand as your knees come into contact with the cool flooring. his skin was soft despite the fact that he was hard in your palm. “open,” he murmurs.
and you do.
toji reaches over and pulls a pre-rolled blunt from his ashtray before lighting the end as it sat between his lips. he takes a pull, gathering as much as he could before swiveling it around in his mouth as if it were mouthwash. you assumed he was doing some sort of trick, but he catches you off guard when he grabs you by the chin.
he lifts your head up to meet his gaze and leans in for a kiss, but he stops before his lips could touch yours. you then close your eyes as you feel toji begin to blow the smoke into your mouth.
gladly taking it, you pucker your lips to inhale it better. this almost immediately turns into a heated makeout session, but toji becomes a bit too impatient for your touch, “c’mon. put your mouth on it.”
“you started it,” you giggle and that’s when he stuffs your mouth full. he smiles down at the way your lips wrap around the head— so full and soft, gliding up and down his length and taking him down your throat with such ease and greed.
the back of your thighs rest on your calves as you gulp as much of his cock down as you could. drool trailed from the corners of your mouth and spattered onto the floor beneath you as you whimper and gag from the tip of him hitting the back of your throat.
“f-fuck, yn. your throat is so warm, baby.”
the sounds of your gawking and his moaning was enough to make toji fuck your face. there wasn’t much warning, but the tip of his cock hitting your tonsils told you just how needy he really was. his hands find their way to the pretty locs you’d gotten not too long ago— his personal favorite hairstyle of yours— and twists them into his fist as he bobs your head up and down, “a-ah shit. just like that— fuck yes.”
you continue your rhythm, head circling as you slurp the mixture of precum and your own saliva from the base of his cock. the grip he has on your hair is tight— painful, even, but you wanted nothing more than to see him cum.
“make me fuckin’ cum, yn. daddy’s so close, just let me cum for you, why don’t ya’?” he bites down on his lower lip, yanking your head between his legs as the fire in his lower abdomen begins to come to light, “g-god that shit feel’s s’ good.”
he was close, closer than ever. he knew it would only take one last lick of your tongue before— “ah, ah, f-fuck. i’m fuckin’ cumming,” he warns. before you knew it, warm ropes of toji’s seed fills your mouth. a string a groans followed by the sound of him calling out your name repeatedly, holding onto the back of your head as he empties every last bit.
he stretches his arms above his head as his legs continue to shake from the powerful orgasm he just had. you lift from your knees, beginning to straddle him, and although toji was already sensitive enough, he need to be inside of you.
“open up for me,” he demands this while his hands sit on your lower back. his fingers draw circles on the arch in your spine as you tease your entrance with his tip. hissing, you slowly ease down onto your boyfriend’s lap. the veins that decorated his girth carved their shape along your walls, your stomach fluttering.
you begin to bounce and toji chuckles at how greedy you’d gotten. you were pulling at his hair, biting at his neck, and sucking him in all at once while still trying to beg for more, “i-it’s so deep toji! nnn- you feel so good,” you whine.
you feel his lips smearing kisses all over your chest and neck, brushing and leaving love bites here and there. the sounds of the movie you were once watching is now drowned completely out, the only sound being skin to skin and groans. the sticky mess along with the sweat dripping from your bodies was creating a steamy, out of body sensation.
“i love this slutty little pussy,” he expresses with a gutteral moan, hips still rutting into you, “make us cum, i know you can do it.” between his thrusts into and your slams onto him, you’d be cumming in no time. he just fit so well. toji was the perfect shape, perfect length— he was made for you.
“tojiii, m’ close.” your breath hitches and so do his thrusts. toji’s palm moves to the back of your head, holding you close enough to feel his breath trickling your top lip. he holds eye contact, his dark irises almost piercing a hole through you. this is when toji takes notice of the light tears streaming down your face as your orgasm, and his own, funnily catch up to you both.
he smashes his lips against yours and bites down on the bottom. he tastes the tang of the tears that’d reached your swollen mouth, “cum with me, baby. please fucking cum w-with me.”
beyond gorgeous.
“fuck! ooh— m’ cumming! m’cumming!” you chant, and when you do, he finishes too. you feel his warmth spurt into your belly as toji clutches on to you as if his life depended on it. you feel him completely empty himself inside of you with pure glee spread across his face.
once he diles down, he brings his eyes back to yours. toji’s head rests on your chest as he catches his breath, “guess that strain was pretty strong, huh?”
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König's first time getting high...
cw: obvi (legal) drug use, (don't do drugs unless they're legal, safe, and you are of age <3), sex p in v, oral m and f receiving, porn w/ a little plot, pining, overstimulation, nastiness <3
wc: 1,700+
nsfw below the cut, you know the drill-mdni interact
“Are you sure you wanna try this?” you ask for the umpteenth time.
König had asked to take one of your edible gummies to get high and then to have sex with you. He had never been high before so you opted to stay sober, in case he started panicking or got paranoid. Given his personality and his time in the military you never knew for sure when something like a panic attack would be triggered. On top of that, he was adamant that he really would like to have sex with you while high. You also made sure to get his consent beforehand, seeing as he would soon be inebriated.
“Yes liebling, I feel very safe with you. I’ve never tried them before, and you only live once ya know.” he replies leaning back on your bed popping the strawberry flavored gummy into his mouth.
You had turned on (insert comfort tv show here) for background noise, and to wait for the gummy to kick in. Once it did…
König was all over you. Laying side by side he clumsily pulled your body on top of his, keeping one hand pressed against your back as to keep your body pressed against his. His other hand traced along your jawline giving you hungry kisses, completely enveloping you with his mouth.
Kissing him back, with your hands braced against his shoulders you started to grind your clothed core to his clothed crotch. He soon caught on, he gripped both of your hips and started to guide your movements up and down his growing hard on. Yearning for more he, while still kissing you, starts pulling at your clothes, desperate to expose more of your skin to him. Sitting up he simultaneously pulls your shirt/bra up to expose your chest. Now he does pull away, his eyes fixated on your beautiful titties, sitting so pretty for him, nipples hard, such cute buds.
“You can put your mouth on them babe” you say giggling a bit, breaking him out of his trance before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue, sucking and flicking his tongue to tease you. While kneading the other in his hand, he switches after a minute, completely just savoring your body in his arms. Then he traces kisses up your chest, to your neck, and eventually to your lips again.
Everything is a blissful blur to him, your hips moving against his, your gasps and mewls, your fingernails grazing across the skin of his shoulders, digging into them. His dick straining against his pants yearning for more friction, his tip becoming more red and leaky. Gently he flips you and moves you to your back.
Ridding yourself of your shirt you start to shimmy out of your shorts and spread your legs in front of him. Quickly he rids himself of his shirt and pants and situates himself between your legs, placing a pillow under his dick. He begins slurping and licking at any part of your pussy he can reach, grinding into the pillow below him for any sort of relief. The plush of your thighs is pressed between his forearms and shoulders, his fingers digging into you, keeping your legs spread for him.
Groaning and moaning into your pussy, lapping as if you were leaking the elixir of life. His tongue was applying pressure to your entrance and his nose rubbed against your clit perfectly. You felt the band in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. Gripping his hair you start grinding your core up and down his face which earns a small chuckle from him. Finally, as your moans get higher and higher your legs tense as he moves you through your orgasm.
Desperately trying to catch your breath, König just continues his lapping, turning you into a writhing, wailing mess under him.
“K-König..I came! I came! Please!” you manage to groan out, voice hitching at the end as he gives a particularly harsh suck to your clit.
“M-sorry, it's just too good, schatz, please just give me one more” he mutters back to you, barely pulling away from your oversensitive folds.
Earning a loud whine from you he starts to rub your thighs trying to soothe you. “Just one more ok?”
He was such a fucking liar, you gave him one more orgasm, and then another, and another, and another until you couldn’t count anymore and you could do nothing but lay there and grip his hair pleading with him to be done. However in the back of your mind you knew the phrase that would get him to stop and you weren’t using it. As much as you were over sensitive you couldn’t bring yourself to end the pleasure.
After what feels like an eternity after coaxing ANOTHER orgasm out of you, he pulls back. Your eyes blown with lust trail up to his face. His mouth and chin gleaming with your arousal. Eyes raking down your body, he leans forward, lining his dick up with your entrance.
“Wait!” you say with enough fervent that would normally concern König but in his high haze it did not. For the love of god your pussy needed a break, at least for a bit.
Gently you took his abs/sides in your hands and guided him to lay on his back, then quickly nestled yourself in between his thighs.
Looking up at him, he is making desperate huffs and puffs, his poor dick is just aching for any kind of contact from you.
You figure you might as well return the favor, and the teasing, whether it was intentional or not. So you start by giving open mouth kisses and licks up and down his shaft, palming his tip, and the poor man is aimlessly bucking up into your mouth and hand.
“Bitte bitte bitte.” he pleads with you so you oblige and take his head into your mouth. After swirling your tongue around his tip you start to suck and bob your head up and down, taking more of him as you go.
Eventually you find a good rhythm and take as much of him in your mouth as you can and use your hand on the rest of him, bracing your other against his thigh. Moans and mewls of praise coming from him the entire time, everything just feels too good. Then with an upwards thrust and a loud “OHhhh mein gott!!!” he cums filling your mouth. Carefully you swallow around him, and release him with a wet pop. Then your eyes dart up to his, then smirking you bring your mouth back down to his shaft.
“Uh uhhh” he says, gripping your jaw with one of his oh so large hands, harder than he normally would, but not enough to hurt. Brining your mouth to his, his teeth graze yours as he desperately drinks you in once more in a starved kiss.
Gently, you climb your way up but he just hauls you toward him. Then pulling away from him, both of you gasping for air, you line yourself up with him, his hands now resetting on your love handles. Slowly sinking down onto him, you both let out a deep sigh before giving him a small nod. Bracing one hand on his thigh behind you and one against his chest, you gently start rocking your hips back and forth, up and down increasing your speed as you go.
“Liebe, you feel so fucking amazing” he chokes out as you continue your now fast pace, leaning over and practically gnawing on this man’s neck.
You give a hum in response before he is bringing your hips forward slightly, keeping them in place as he uses the leverage to fuck up into you. Now completely overwhelming your senses, all you can do is lean back up, and grasp onto his hands, helping guide him guiding you on his dick.
His eyes keep flicking back and forth from your face, to your tits, to where your bodies meet. “Can you come one more time for me schatz? Hmmm?” he pants sitting up and locking his right arm around your lower back.
At this point all you can do is nod, moan, and grip onto his shoulders. “OOOhh fUck!” you mewl out while his other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, bringing his lips to yours one last time. Absolutely swallowing you, mind, body, and soul at this point. Nothing but his lips on yours are keeping you grounded in reality. Entire body is on fire, lips swollen and red, feeling like every muscle in your body is tensing. The band in your core tightening once again as he drinks in all of the moans and whimpers coming from you. Quickly, you snake a hand down to your clit and start rubbing lazy circles.
Finally you feel the band start to break, “Fuck, König….I’m cumming I’m cumming oh my god…”
“Fall apart beautiful, please…I’ve got you, I’ve got you” he replies finally breaking the kiss, voice raspy.
Then you start seeing spots as white hot pleasure rips through your core, cutting its way through the rest of your body as every part of you grips onto his body. Guttural sounds coming from your throat as he fucks you through your climax.
Sobbing into his neck at this point, he flips the two of you over and continues drilling into you, chasing his own orgasm. And finally with a few final strong thrusts he explodes inside of you, overstimulating the both of you with his now slow, dragging thrusts.
Both of you, now absolutely quivering, chests pressed together, layers of sweat pooling between you. Taking his face into your hands all you two can do is stare into each other’s eyes trying to catch your breath.
“Ich liebe dich so sehr. Mein perfektes, perfektes, wunderschönes Mädchen” he whispers, now ever so gently pressing his lips to yours, tongues gently dancing around each other, just savoring the moment.
“I love you too” you reply half blinking at him. Then hissing through his teeth, he pulls out of you, both his dick and your pussy completely spent and slick. Kissing and nuzzling into your neck he moves onto his back, pulling your body against him, drawing small circles up and down your back. One of your hands dancing across his chest, turning his face to look at you, he consumes your face with his eyes, taking in every detail, every, single, part of you.
You two then proceeded to order so much take out because, while usually very ravenous after sex, it hit König harder given the circumstances. You two then ate, cuddled, and watched movies for the rest of the night until you fell asleep.
#könig smut#könig#könig x reader#könig cod#konig smut#konig x reader#call of duty smut#call of duty modern warfare#cod smut#cod mw2#konig mw2#konig cod#könig blurb#könig imagine#könig x you#konig blurb#konig imagine#konig headcanons
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Random One Piece incorrect quotes cause I'm bored
Some of these are modern au though
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*Sanji's not there*
Usopp: HELP! I TOLD LUFFY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!
Zoro, pouring alcohol directly into a cereal bowl:
Zoro: And you thought I could help?
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Luffy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Nami : Wasn't Zoro with you?
Zoro: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised
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Law: I trust Mugiwara-ya.
Penguin: You think he knows what he's doing?
Law: I wouldn't go that far.
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Sabo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Ace, confused: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Sabo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Luffy: edible
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Nami: We need to get through this locked door. Usopp, give me your credit card.
Usopp: Here.
Nami, pocketing it: Thanks. Luffy, kick down the door.
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Chopper: You know those things will kill you, right?
Zoro, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.
Sanji, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.
Luffy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*
...
Robin: Why is Luffy so sad?
Nami: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes
Robin: And...?
Nami: He got Buggy
*Zoro cackling in the background
...
Zoro: Self care is actually getting into fights with randos in dark alleys.
Nami: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!
Kin'emon, trying to be poetic: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!
Usopp: Lmao self care is taking Luffy's birthday meat cake just so I can eat the frosting.
Luffy: If you touch my meat cake I’ll make you eat your hands.
Sanji, losing his mind: WHY IS THERE FROSTING ON MEAT?
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Franky, about Jinbe: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.
Robin: Are we stealing them?
Brook: New or used?
Franky, cackling: Wonderful responses, both of you.
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Smoker: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.
Sanji: Shit.
Usopp: Wait, three?
Smoker: Yeah?
Nami: OH MY GOD ZORO FELL OFF!!!
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Kin'emon: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.
Ashura: Is it me?
Kin'emon: No, it’s not you.
Denjiro: Is it me, Kin?
Kin'emon: It’s not you either.
Kanjuro: Is it me, Kin'emon?
Kin'emon, bleeding from several debilitating injuries:
Kin'emon, mockingly: Is IT mE kiN'eMOn?
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Usopp: Can I be frank with you guys?
Luffy, confused: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.
Chopper: Can I still be Chopper?
Franky, snickering: Shh, let Frank speak.
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Sabo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Koala: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Sabo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROBIN-CHAN WITH ME
Hack, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
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Law, walking into his submarine: Hello, people who do not belong here.
Zoro: Hey.
Sanji: Hi.
Robin: Hello.
Chopper: Hey!
Law: I gave you my vivre card for emergencies only!
Luffy, grinning: We were out of meat.
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Sanji: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.
Luffy, drinking meat: Why do you say that?
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Zoro: Do you take constructive criticism?
Nami: I only take cash or credit.
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Koala: Why are you on the floor?
Sabo: I'm depressed.
Sabo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ivankov, please.
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Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
*everyone looks ay Karasu
Karasu: What? How am I supposed to know?
Lindbergh: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Karasu: *sighs*
Karasu: You wouldn't be trapped
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Vivi: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Nami: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Vivi: Yes!
Usopp: ... I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
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Usopp: WHY. why did you give Luffy a KNIFE?!
Zoro, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.
Usopp: Now I feel unsafe!
Zoro: ... would you like a knife?
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Dragon: What did you do with the target's body?
Sabo : What didn’t I do with the body?
Dragon:
Sabo: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.
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Luffy, texting Ace: Ace! Help I’m being kidnapped
Ace: Where are you?
Luffy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.
Ace: I’ll call Gramps.
Garp, answering their cell: Y’ello?
Ace: Where’s Luffy? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.
Garp: Luffy? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-
Garp, who shaved his head:
Garp: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*
Garp: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!
Luffy: WHO ARE YOU?!
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*Ace, Sabo and Luffy sitting in jail together*
Sabo: So who should we call?
Ace: I’d call Gramps, but I feel safer in jail
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Roger: Garp, my old arch enemy.
Garp: ... I thought I was your only arch enemy?
Roger: I have a life outside of you, Garp
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Zoro: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Luffy: The cow???
Zoro: What?
Sanji: *disgusted shudder* LUFFY, W H Y?
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Usopp: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion berry?
Zoro: Nami can stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house and erase my debt
Luffy: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 billion.
Zoro: Good thinking.
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Kin'emon: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Denjiro: You were flirting with O'Tsuru.
Kin'emon: So what? She's my wife.
Denjiro: You asked her if she were single.
Kin'emon:
Denjiro: And then you cried when she said she wasn't
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Marco: What time is it?
Ace: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out
Ace: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*
Izou: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING
Ace, proudly: It’s 2 am
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Luffy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.
Law: You people already know too much about me.
Kidd: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.
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Sabo, an enabler: Tell Ace about the birds and the bees.
Luffy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.
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Brook: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.
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Zoro: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.
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Law: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.
Bepo: Captain, no.
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Law: Nothing in life is free.
Chopper: Love is free!
Luffy: Adventure is free!
Robin: Knowledge is free.
Nami: Everything is free if you take it without paying.
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Usopp: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Luffy will and will not eat.
Franky: Grass? Yes!
Usopp: Moss? Yes!!
Franky: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
Usopp: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Franky: Worms? Sometimes!
Usopp: Rocks? Usually nah.
Franky: Twigs? Usually!
Usopp: Zoro's cooking? Inconclusive!
Chopper: How did you… test this?
Usopp: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.
Chopper: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.
Nami: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?
Robin: What about humans? He tried to eat Crocodile once
Everyone: ...
Usopp: I think I might be too afraid to ask
(Someone pls draw this one XD)
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Betty: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?
Koala: *turning to Sabo* How tall are you?
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That's it, this took forever to write lol
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Hii there love <3 I hope you’re doing well!
Would you mind please writing a drabble in the Elementary-verse where Reader surprises Joel and Sarah (and even Tommy as well, if you’d like!) with a homemade meal for dinner one night? Now that Reader was assured by Joel that it was more than okay for her to do something like this, I feel like she definitely would and it’d be super sweet 🥺💞 Thank you for being so amazing <3
Winter Break
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel x f!reader (Elementary-verse)
rating: F (just more fluff, alcohol consumption i guess, maybe some suggestive stuff but nothing explicit at all) as always, not proofread and written on an edible :)
wc: 2k (this got away from me)
series masterlist | joel masterlist
The winter had gotten to all of you, the school year wearing you down along with Sarah as she finished her first semester as a high schooler. Joel and Tommy had it just as bad—having to work outside in the wettest Texas winter you’d ever seen since moving here. More often than not, Joel would come hobbling into the house after he got off work well past dark, only having the energy to call in some take-out for the three of you. He usually ended up falling asleep on the sofa before the food ever arrived.
But tonight marked the start of winter break, and the start of Joel’s vacation days he was in desperate need of. You wanted to celebrate getting through such a rough month with a home cooked meal—not the first you ever made, but certainly the first in a while.
When Sarah got out of school, the two of you drove over to the supermarket to do some shopping. You didn’t want any of you to have to leave the house this winter break, so on top of the usual snacks and frozen junk food Joel kept his fridge stocked with, you also carefully planned dinner for tonight.
“Ooo, vegetables. Been a while since I had those,” Sarah joked, forcing a laugh out of you as you knew it was sadly true.
“Gonna make a roast tonight,” you informed with a smile. “Figured we should probably eat something other than takeout and frozen pizza.”
“Dad’s gonna be excited…long as he can manage to stay awake through dinner. Dad fell asleep on the way to school this morning.” You gasped and watched her nod. “Yeah, good thing Uncle Tommy was driving. Otherwise—“
“Jesus,” you sighed and shook your head. “I’m gonna lock your father up and force him to sleep for like two days straight starting tomorrow.”
“I don’t need sleep like y’all,” Sarah impersonated her father, pulling another laugh out of you. “I’m a big, strong, man. I don’t need sleep or water or vegetables or anythin’ else most humans need to survive. All I need’s a cup of black coffee and I’ll be alright.”
“That was so good, I got chills.”
Back at home, you got to work on dinner. Sarah attempted to help you out, but you lovingly forced her to relax, instructing her to turn on the TV, kick her feet up and just chill while you handled things. But, the fifteen-year old was stubborn like her father and refused, instead choosing to sit at the kitchen table and finish her upcoming project due the week after school recommenced. As a teacher, you wanted to applaud her for her work ethic, but as her future step-mother, you wanted to pluck her pen from her hand and break it, forcing her to do what every other teenager in the world was doing tonight—nothing.
When it was clear she was going to spend her break her own way, you left her to it, focusing on chopping the potatoes, onions, and carrots—omitting celery as Sarah hated it and reminded you of that fact as you reached for a stalk at the grocery store. As you slid the potatoes in a pot to parboil, your cellphone started to ring on the counter.
“It’s dad,” Sarah announced, peeking at the caller ID.
“Can you get it?”
“Yeah,” Sarah nodded and flipped open the phone. “Hey dad.”
You continued on with dinner as they spoke, the phone call not lasting more than a couple minutes.
“Dad said Uncle Tommy is coming over tonight,” she relayed before getting back to her work.
“Good thing I bought the fattest roast in the store,” you spoke through strain as you lifted the roast from it’s packaging to sit in the middle of a metal roasting pan.
“God,” she chuckled at the size. “And you know what? I bet even with all of that, there’ll still be no leftovers by the time dad and Uncle Tommy get through with it.”
The boys entered the house the way the always did, bickering and graceless, their mud and cement covered work books kicked off by the door as they walked in through the garage.
“I’m just sayin’,” Tommy continued whatever conversation they had going on as they walked into the kitchen. Joel sidled up next to you at the stove, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Yeah, but I’m tellin’ you,” Joel spoke to his brother but physically remained focused on you and your cooking. “If we can’t get the electrical guys to show up on time, we’re gonna be in some shit. And I know they’re your buddies and all, but this is my goddamn business, Tommy. I can’t keep hand in’ out favors only to get shitty, half-assed work in return.”
“I know,” he sighed and nodded. “I’ll talk to ‘em tomorrow.”
“What’s all this?” Joel mumbled against your temple as he gave you another kiss there, finally greeting you with his voice.
“Thought we were due for a real dinner,” you mumbled back, melting into his side even though he smelled of hard labor and dirt. “There’s a roast in the oven. Should be ready in about twenty minutes. Oh, and there’s beer in the fridge.”
“My god,” Joel gave your hip a squeeze and kissed your cheek. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Damn right you don’t,” Tommy agreed as he appeared on your other side to peek at the food. “How long do I gotta sit in torture?”
“20 minutes,” you replied through a chuckle. “There’s beer in the fridge to distract yourself with in the meantime.”
“Joel, if you don’t marry her, I will.”
“Shut up and go sit down,” Joel ordered, tightening his hold on you. “Gotta keep my eye on him, might try stealin’ you away.”
“I promise you, there’s no chance of that,” you assured. “I’m happy where I’m at.”
“Yeah?” he asked, smiling at you. You turned your head to nod at him, your eyes naturally falling to his lips. “Me too.”
Dinner was alright. The meat could have been a bit more tender and the carrots needed longer, but you seemed to be the only one who noticed. All three Millers tore into dinner until, as Sarah predicted, there were no leftovers.
Now, Tommy laid sprawled out on the couch, his jeans unbuttoned, one hand over his full stomach, the other wrapped around a beer. Sarah sat with him on the other end of the sofa, kicking his feet away any time he tried to rest them near her. Joel looked to be in a similar condition as his brother, sitting back in a dining chair with both hands rubbing over his stomach, his eyes on you as you scraped your plate clean over the trash can.
“Don’t do the dishes,” he commanded, knowing you much too well. You shot him a smile and shook your head.
“It’ll just take fifteen minutes,” you promised, but it didn’t satisfy him. He stood, bones cracking as he walked to stand behind you at the sink. His hands moved from your hips to your hold your wrist. Slowly, he pulled up the sleeves of your sweater one arm at a time, his warmth pressing into you from behind.
“You wash, I’ll dry,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss there before backing away to stand beside you. “How was your last day before break?”
“Surprisingly very calm,” you replied, as you started on the pile of dishes in the sink. “Think everyone’s just excited to get a break. Speaking of, Sarah told me about your nap on the way to school this morning.”
“Oh, hell—just dozed off, it’s nothin. Not everybody needs ten hours of sleep a night to function—“ Your laughter cut him off. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” He shot you a persistent look. “Sarah thought you’d say something like that.”
“She tried to do my voice, didn’t she?” he asked, making you laugh. “It ain’t a great impersonation.”
“I thought it was pretty good.” Joel smiled and accepted the freshly scrubbed plate from your hand with a playful tug.
“You look good tonight, baby,” he spoke quieter, just for you to hear. You felt your stomach tingle with affection at the sound of his low voice—the voice only you got to hear.
“Yeah?” you questioned with a smirk. Joel grinned and nodded in eager confirmation. “You’re just happy because you’ve got a full belly.”
“Dinner was delicious, by the way,” he continued, not detailed by your inability to receive a compliment. “Think one look at Tommy will prove it.”
Your heard turned to the other side to watch as Tommy snored on the sofa.
“Guess he’s staying the night,” you turned to Joel. “I should go get the air mattress—“
“Uh-uh,” he protested with a soft shake of his head. “He’s fine like that. You’re so worried about us relaxin’, you’ve forgotten you’re the most wound up outta all of us. Relax, baby. You are allowed to do that, ya know?”
You chuckled and nodded, looking away from his eyes and back to the dishes.
“How about you go get a fire going in the backyard and I’ll come and sit with you for a while,” you suggested, bringing a fresh smile to Joel’s face.
“I think that sounds like a slice of heaven,” he hummed against your cheek as he kissed you there. “Maybe I’ll even bring out the guitar.”
“That would be nice,” you beamed. Joel’s playing was so pretty, but also so rare. He never had the time for it, always either working or sleeping, but tonight, he had all the time in the world.
Tommy was asleep on the sofa, Sarah up in her bed doing the same thing. You and Joel remained cozied up together in the backyard, a blanket over your laps, your head leaning onto his shoulder as Joel strummed away at his guitar. It was cold out, but the fire raging in front of you did a sufficient job at keeping you toasty, not that you needed it. Joel made you feel plenty warm just by existing.
“You feelin’ sleepy?” he asked over the music. He must’ve caught your heavy eyelids attempting to close. You decided it would be best not to lie, the appeal of the bed and mountain of blankets to keep you warm responsible for keeping you honest.
“Yeah,” you croaked, nodding your head against his shoulder. Joel flattened his palm over the strings to quiet the music before standing up and walking it back into the house. You stood too, wrapping the blanket around your shoulder as you watched him return to put the fire out.
“You don’t have to wait for me,” he reminded.
“I want to,” you argued. He smiled at the dying embers, mumbling an okay.
You waited with him until the fire was completely ashed out, his arms wrapping around your waist to walk you inside. You carefully tiptoed through the house as to not wake Tommy and Sarah. The only sound in the entire house was the creak of the stairs beneath your feet as you padded up the stairs with Joel following at your heels.
“You gonna be grossed out if I don’t shower until the mornin’? I’m so tired—“
“As long as you’re okay with me being too tired for anything sexy tonight,” you replied from your side of the bed as you climbed in.
“We’ll do both in the mornin’ instead, how ‘bout that?” You smiled and nodded at him as he stripped down to his briefs and climbed into bed beside you. You guided him to turn his back to you so that you could hold him for a while, your hands rubbing and kneading at the tension in his back. “Mm, love you baby.”
“I love you,” you whispered back, continuing your massaging right up until you drifted asleep behind him, your hands hugged tight to his chest.
This was rest. This was peace.
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Have u ever done amab sevika getting her ass eat or her being really needy for her gfs strap?
hehehe, i've done sub-top amab ceo sevika, but i haven't done bottom ceo sevika yet!
disclaimer! im cis, so please lmk if there are any mistakes and ill fix it asap!
men and minors dni
"when was the last time you got high?" you ask.
sevika looks up from her book with an eyebrow raised as she shifts her attention to you on the other side of bed. you've got a mischievous look in your eye, and it makes her smile.
"why?" she asks. you shrug.
"i dunno. i've known you for about a year now, and we've been dating for a few months, but i just realized i've never seen you high." you say. sevika considers this, chewing on her cheek before she speaks.
"it's been a while. probably since before i became ceo." she says. you hum.
"we should probably do something to change that." you tease. sevika smiles, throwing her book onto her bedside table before reaching over and pulling you into her arms, curling her body around yours.
you giggle as she adjusts your body, waiting for her to get comfortable before you wrap your arms around her.
"how's this weekend sound?" you ask. sevika nods against your tits.
"you gonna smoke me out?" she asks. you giggle.
"no, i don't want to stink your place up. i'll get us edibles, it'll be fun." you say. sevika just hums as she nuzzles against you, ready to go to sleep.
"sounds like a plan, baby." she mumbles. you snort and elbow her.
"don't fall asleep, you didn't turn the lights off yet!"
sevika groans dramatically as she pulls herself off of you and over to her little nightstand. she flicks the lamp off, then jumps back on top of you, both of you giggling as you adjust in each other's arms.
you guys share a chocolate bar on saturday morning.
sevika swears that she doesn't feel anything for the first two hours, and you just roll your eyes at your stubborn girlfriend.
by the time lunch rolls around, though, she's definitely starting to feel it. you can tell.
her eyes are hooded, and a soft smile's taken over her features. she's still in her sleep-wrinkled pajamas, and when she starts giggling at nothing, you know it's kicked in.
you're no better than her, but you're a little more used to the feeling. you grin as you watch sevika snicker, nudging her with your toe.
"you feeling it?" you ask. sevika smiles at you.
"nah." she says. you burst into laughter.
"yeah fuckin' right!" you laugh. sevika smiles a goofy grin at you and she crawls across the couch to flop on top of you, nuzzling her nose against your neck. you hum as you start scratching her scalp.
"mmm... you're so warm..." she hums as she slides her hand under your shirt to grope your tits. you giggle.
"you're cute." you sigh.
"you're cute. everything feels so good right now." sevika sighs happily. "thanks for getting me high."
you laugh. "anytime, baby." you promise, kissing her scalp.
you enjoy the moment for a while. sunlight is seeping through the windowed walls of sevika's penthouse, bathing the two of you in warmth and light. you're feeling floaty and content, and there's nowhere you need to be, nothing you need to do. the break is nice.
but after a while, sevika's breath starts to even out, and you know she's on the verge of falling asleep. you'd be happy to take a mid-afternoon weekend nap with your girl, but you don't want the edible to go to waste.
"hey." you say, nudging her from where she lays on top of you. she grunts against you. "don't sleep. we should do something fun." you say. sevika grunts again. "we could watch tv?" you suggest. sevika shakes her head. "i could make you a snack?" this gets her attention, and she lifts her head up from your tits to consider this.
you watch in adoration as sevika hazily tries to make up her mind about what she wants to eat, gnawing on her bottom lip while she thinks. you can't help but reach up and cup her cheek as she considers your offer. she leans into it automatically, nuzzling your palm.
an impish expression takes over her face as her eyes catch on yours, and she smiles. "what do i need a snack for when i've already got you?" she asks. you giggle. "get it?" she asks, giggling herself. "'cause you're a snack, babe." she explains. you laugh.
"i got it sev." you say. she grins, and swoops down to press her mouth against yours.
she's more uncoordinated than usual, and you are too. time's moving slower than usual, and it feels like you could build a whole life in the span of your kiss.
you hum happily as you wrap your arms around your girlfriend, dragging her closer and closer to you until she's flat on top of you, slowly grinding her hips against yours.
when you finally pull away from her lips, you gasp for are, suddenly aware of how long you'd been kissing. "should we--" you cut yourself off with a gasp as sevika starts to suck a hickey into your neck. "should we go to the bedroom?" you ask.
sevika doesn't answer you with words. instead, she shoves her arms under your ass, then pulls up off the couch, carrying you to the bedroom with her head still buried against your neck.
you giggle and wrap your limbs around her body. at the sound of your laughter, sevika starts to giggle too, and by the time she throws the two of you onto the bed, you've both dissolved into a fit of laughter.
"fuck, where did you get that edible?" sevika laughs. you grin, taking advantage of her giggly, pliant state to pin her to the bed as you straddle her.
"seamus makes 'em once a month." you say. sevika falls into another round of laughter at the secret-- her nerdiest, awkwardest accountant is a huge fucking stoner.
"i should fire him." she giggles. you laugh.
"what for!?"
"for not givin' me one of these before." she says. you chuckle, and sit back on your haunches to watch your girlfriend laugh.
she's so pretty. you're high and she looks like... like a sunset. or the ocean. or your favorite movie. you just can't pull your eyes away.
she's got her head thrown back as she laughs, her eyes crinkled up and her gap-tooth on full display.
her shirt's ridden up a bit, the hem resting over her bellybutton, just high enough for you to see the first few inches of her happy trail. her abs are contracting with each of her laughs, her hands are scrunched up into the blankets beneath her, and you're suddenly overcome with lust.
it hits you like a truck. you've been turned on since she started kissing you, but now you're ravenous. you can't think beyond the woman in front of you, and you're dying to show her what she does to you.
she's still giggling, wiping tears from her eyes, and you surge forward, tearing at her shirt.
sevika gasps at your sudden desperation to get her naked, but you shut her up by shoving your fingers in her mouth before she can even ask. she moans as you tear at her pants with your free hand, your mouth otherwise occupied with sucking on her tits.
sevika's shivering beneath you, moaning around your fingers and trying to kick her pajama pants off. you pull off of her tit with a pop, taking your fingers out of her mouth so you can sit up and hover over her.
her eyes are blown and big, and she seems to have forgotten she has arms, her hands clutching the blanket beneath her instead of reaching up to grope you like they usually do.
"can i make you feel good?" you ask. sevika gulps and nods.
"yes please." you grin-- sevika's kinda subby when she's high. you think fondly, tucking that information away for later.
"tell me what you want."
"your mouth." she whimpers. you grin, kissing her on the cheek before you quickly trail kisses down her chest, taking a second to lovingly bite at each of her tits before you lick all the way down her happy trail, tugging her boxers off as you go.
sevika has such a pretty dick. you could look at it all day long, honestly. you feel yourself clench around nothing as you watch it flop out of her boxers, eager to be free, and smack her abs.
her hips are squirming beneath you, but she's patient as you study her. her cock's twitching in time with her heartbeat, and a tiny little pool of pre-cum's forming on her abs. you lick your lips.
"i love you." you sigh. sevika whimpers, and her dick spurts a little bit more pre. you grin.
"i love you too." she whines. you kiss her hip.
"say please." you say, just because you've never seen her so sweet and compliant in bed before, and you wanna see how far you can take it.
"please please please ple--"
"i got you, baby." you cut her off. she sighs in relief, and you smile, pressing a kiss to the tip of her dick. she twitches and whines, and you decide to stop teasing her, finally taking her into your mouth.
sevika cries in relief, and you reach up to intertwine your fingers with hers. she squeezes your hand.
you sink your head down, taking her a good six inches before pulling back up and trying again. with a few bobs of your head, you manage to relax enough to take her all the way. she whines, a pathetic, high pitched thing, and you blink up at her. she gasps as your eyes meet.
your drool starts to collect around her shaft, and you pull off to jack her off for a second while you breathe. you smile at her.
"you taste amazing." you sigh. sevika shivers, humping her hips up into the air and widening her legs. you laugh, taking the hint, and put your mouth back on her cock.
she fucks your mouth with a few quick thrusts, and you gag, caught off guard. eventually she settles back down, letting you pull off and glare at her. she just giggles.
fine. if she wants to play dirty, you can play dirty.
you duck down and suck her balls into your mouth, and sevika gasps, her legs scrambling while her thighs twitch.
"fuck! cut it out!" she whines.
"why? you gonna cum already?" you tease. she huffs, digging her nails into your hand, squirming beneath you.
you would go on teasing her if your mind didn't just screech to a halt as you catch a glimmer of something between her legs.
"what the fuck was that?" you growl as you spread and pin her legs to the bed. she gasps, sitting propped up on her elbows so she can gawk at you.
"what?" she asks, panicked. you can't answer-- too busy taking in the mindbogglingly hot image of a pretty pink butt-plug in your girlfriend's ass. without your words readily available, you just answer sevika's question by tugging on the little jewel.
she gasps and collapses on the bed, her eyes rolling back in her skull. "fuck i forgot i put that there." she says. you giggle.
"you forgot?" you tease, suddenly able to talk again. sevika reaches up to hide her face, clearly embarrassed. you bite her thigh and she jolts.
"i put it in this morning." she explains. "weed makes me..." she trails off.
you grin at the half-revelation and tug at the plug again, watching in fascination as her dick jumps.
"can i fuck you?" you ask.
sevika moans, her hips flying off the bed, and you giggle.
"is that a yes?"
"please!" she cries.
"get on all fours, i'll go put the strap on."
sevika scrambles to follow your directions, but you stop her before she can get far. "wait!" you call. she freezes, and you duck down to lick up the little pool of pre that had formed on her abs, then kiss the skin. "okay, you can go now." you say. sevika grins, and you kiss her cheek as you scramble off the bed to get strapped up.
you fumble with your harness, watching as sevika slowly, seductively turns over on bed before lifting her hips up to present her ass to you. you laugh.
"you're such a slut." you chastise. sevika giggles as she rests her head against her folded forearms.
"you like me like this." she says. you giggle and nod.
"damn right i do." you say as you crawl behind her, smacking her ass and watching her jump.
she wiggles it at you tantalizingly, and you smile at the sight. you grab the base of her plug, giving it a tug and giggling at the way her thighs twitch, before pulling it out all the way.
you groan at the sight of sevika's hole, gaping for a few moments before winking closed.
"i'm so in love with you." you sigh. sevika giggles.
"i love you t--oh!" she cries as you stick your tongue into her ass as far as it can go. sevika's hips fall toward the bed, but you grip them in your hands, keeping her steady so you can bury your face in her ass.
"oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck, please, i love you so much, please!" sevika begs as you suck and kiss her rim sloppily.
"please what?" you ask. sevika groans, shifting backwards to press herself against your face again. you groan as she smothers you with her ass, her legs spreading farther and farther on the bed until she's practically limp against it while you hold her up by the hips.
"p-please fuck me, i wanna cum on your cock but you're gonna-- you're gonna, fuck right there!" she cries.
you pull away for a quick breath. "get the lube." you demand before diving back in.
sevika cries, shakily smacking the bedside drawer for the lube bottle, then tossing it behind her before collapsing face first on the sheets. you just sink down with her, your tongue buried in her ass, getting even higher off the sweet sounds of her whimpers and whines.
"you need fingers?" you ask when you finally pull away, lubing up your strap. sevika shakes her head urgently.
"no, fuck no, 's why i had the plug in, please-- just need you, just need your cock, baby." she rambles against her pillow. you laugh and smack her ass one more time.
you don't tease her much more. using one hand to spread her ass and the other to line the strap up, you slowly sink into your girlfriend, groaning as you watch your strap disappear into her inch by inch.
when you bottom out, you sigh gustily. sevika picks her head up from the mattress, the blanket between her teeth as she moans.
"you okay?" you whisper.
you don't get an answer. instead, sevika jumps up on her knees and pushes her hips and ass up in the air, taking your hips with her. you gasp as she starts fucking herself backwards on your strap, a loud, smacking noise starting to echo through the bedroom.
"fuck fuck, please fuck me, i need you to fuck me, i need--"
you cut her off with a hand to the back of her neck as you push her against the mattress, starting to pound into her. sevika squeals, half laughter half moan as you fuck her.
"like this?" you grunt out. sevika nods into the pillow beneath her.
"yes, yes, yes--"
"fuck, i love you. you're so fucking hot, i love you so fucking much, i'm gonna cum so hard--"
"inside me." sevika suddenly demands. you nearly cum at the words. instead, you flop forward to plaster your chest against sevika's back, nodding against her shoulder.
"of course, baby. of course. want me to knock you up, huh?" you ask.
it's risky, you've never teased about sevika's breeding kink when she's on bottom, but it pays off incredibly fucking well if the way sevika suddenly clenches around your strap and growls is any indication.
you're both sweaty and sticky, huffing for air as you rut into one another.
you're so high, you don't know if it's sevika or the edible or a bit of both, but you're pretty sure you're higher than you've ever been. it feels like you're melting into her, melting into the bed, into the earth, slow and gentle and warm like honey. you've never felt so warm in your life.
"i'm gonna-- baby--"
"you gonna cum?" you ask. sevika nods. "good, it'll help the pregnancy take." you grunt.
sevika suddenly gasps, shivers, then goes completely limp against the bed. you continue to fuck into her as she cums into the bedsheets below, until you're cumming in her ass and collapsing on top of her.
you're pretty sure you don't fall asleep... there's ten minutes there where you're both trying to catch your breath and find your words again after your orgasms where you might have drifted off, but you think it's just the edible making your mind... silent.
eventually, though, you manage to speak.
"you okay?" you mumble. sevika bursts into giggles beneath you.
"i didn't know i had a breeding kink like that." she says. you giggle.
"it's hot, right?" you ask. she nods, and you lift your face up just enough to kiss the knob of her spine. "i need to get you high way more fucking often." you mumble. sevika snorts.
"you just want to top more."
"yeah, i do, and you always manage to seduce me out of it when you're sober. i need you stupid so i can have my way with you." you say. sevika shivers again and you grin, biting her shoulder. "you like it-- don't act like you don't. you're laying in the proof."
sevika giggles. "i love it." she admits shyly. you grin, pulling out of her and kissing her shoulder when she cringes, before helping her turn over and out of her puddle of cum.
"i love it too. you're real cute when you let someone else be the boss for a while." you say. sevika giggles.
"you're the only one i ever met competent enough to boss me around." she replies.
you laugh, then swoop down to kiss her again.
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thinking of touya pounding me down, sweetness😁 (horny on my bday yikes HAHHA)
aaahhh happy birthday my love (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
warnings: drug use (weed -> edibles), smut, some degradation
Smoke billows in the air after you blow out your candles and a cheesy round of the happy birthday song is sung around you, cameras pointed at you to take pictures and videos to save and post and tag you later on social media. The first slice of cake of course goes to you, your eyes roll back a little at the first bite and smiling afterwards. It’s light and airy, just like how your mind feels right now.
You’re high as fuck.
It doesn’t take much to get you there; a little edible gummy of a mere 5mg THC will get you and anything more ends up making you go to sleep, no matter the strain. So you’re lucid enough to mingle and have a conversation but high enough that your mind falls off track sometimes and you end up giggling and asking, “Wait, what?”
The party ends towards midnight and despite the temptation of continuing the party to another venue, Touya leans into your ear to remind you that you were the one that didn’t want to party too late.
“Yeah well that was sober me and she wasn’t having fun at the time she said that.”
It takes a bit of back and forth but you relent eventually, bidding your friends goodbye before getting into the passenger seat of the car. Your friends playfully boo at Touya with little jeers of c’mon, it’s still early!
“Birthday girl was the one who said she wanted to be done at this time, I’m just following my lady’s rules.” Touya dismissively waves off the playful boos, bidding the others goodnight before getting into the driver’s seat.
In the drive back to the apartment, your music is played at a gentle volume and your head lolls against the headrest. You sink just a bit into the seat your eyes are set on your boyfriend. His side profile is beautiful, his eyes glancing to the mirrors to check that he was safe to merge into the next lane.
You cling to his arm as the two of you walk the path inside the complex back to home. A part of you wants to sit on the swings of the playground but you know that the chains aren’t oiled and the squeaking would definitely disturb the neighbors nearby.
“Fuckin’ finally, come the fuck over here.” Touya says out loud with relief and pulls you to him as soon as the front door is locked. You have no idea how riled up he was watching you during your party, his eyes admiring the short dress you wore. God he wanted to go up behind you and just rut his cock against your ass a couple of times. He had to excuse himself for a smoke here and there, sometimes he’d have to go inside the restroom to calm himself down.
But now he’s got his pretty girl all alone now.
The zipper is pulled down and loosens the dress, you’re shrugging off the straps to it and Touya’s hands assist in shoving the dress off your body and to the floor. It’s kicked to the side and Touya practically pushes you to the wall, one hand holding your face and squishing your cheeks a little as he looks down at you.
“My baby, my pretty doll…”
God, you love this man.
He kisses you silly, takes you to bedroom, and asks what you’d like him to do to you.
“Can I choke on your cock, please?” you phrase it as a request but you and him both know that you’re gonna get whatever you want tonight, “Fuck my face? Want it really bad, Touya!”
He can’t say no to you, especially not on your birthday of all days.
So your wish is granted and you’re on your knees, looking up pitifully as Touya roughly fucks into your mouth, into your throat. When he tells you to open your mouth wider, you do it. When he says to stick your tongue out and licks his balls when he’s got you pressed to the base, you do it. When he tells you to just fucking take it, slut and to be a good girl for him, you do.
You’re a mess of tears and spit, coughing and sobbing a little when Touya pulls you off his cock. He gazes at you at first, watching the teardrops fall from your eyes and drool drip off your chin. He can’t help but think you’re such a pretty thing when you’re dick drunk.
“You know, it was cute to see you at your party. All high and stupid and forgetting what you were talking about with our friends.” Touya comments and pulls you back to his cock again, tapping the tip against your lips. “I like when you’re all dumb.”
“‘M not dumb.” You mumble before wrapping your lips around your boyfriend’s cock again. His cock glides smoothly into your mouth, the thickness of his cock a familiar thing for you as he touches the back of your throat.
Touya’s hand briefly pets your head before he holds your head in place. His hips fuck into your mouth, his cock fucking into your throat again and a fresh new set of tears well up in your eyes. You can’t think when your mind is so dizzy and heady, when all you can do is just be used and talked down to.
“Fuck, look at you! My pretty doll, you look so fucked out and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet!”
You cough and sob out his name when he lets you off his dick again, your body exhilarated and your mind still feels the high. Your boyfriend’s pretty cock is so slick and wet thanks to all your spit, weakly grasping it in your hand and stroking it as you beg, “Please Touya? Please, fuck me?”
He practically throws you to the bed, pulling off panties and your bra in haste that get carelessly tossed to the floor. You choose the position, holding your legs open for your boyfriend and your pussy on display for him. Enthusiastic can barely describe his actions as he discards his own clothes, pushing his cock quickly into you that makes you yelp in surprise, “Ah Touya!”
It’s delicious the way your warmth wraps around him, tight and perfect for him. What’s even better is that your pussy flexes around his cock, just a brief signal before wetness envelopes around him. You already came but he’s just getting started.
Your nails scrape down Touya’s back as he fucks into you, your voice muffled into his shoulder as you do your best to suppress your sounds. He mutters into your cheek, “Scratch me harder, fuck make it hurt!”
Touya can barely keep in his own groan when your nails dig a little firmer into his skin and drag down. He can imagine the bleeding red lines already, the pain spurs him on and he grits his teeth as he concentrates on you. He jams himself balls deep into you, his body shuddering as you cum around him again. He’s a little too excited that he worries that he’ll cum too quickly but you’re too high and blissed out that he knows that you wouldn’t care.
He wants to last a little longer for you though and what isn’t helping is that it’s your face that makes him want to cum quickly. You’re all gorgeous when you’re fucked out and stupid, your glassy eyes rolling back and then focusing in again to get your bearings back.
Touya maneuvers you into the position he wants, turning you to lay on your side and propping your leg over his shoulder before pushing back into your cunt. You let out a whimper when you’re filled again and you cum on his cock.
He pistons himself into you, drinking in your little sounds and your breathless pleas for him to utterly wreck you.
Touya intends to, grabbing your limp wrist and directing your hand towards your clit. “Touch yourself.”
You rub messy little circles on your clit, adding to the onslaught of pleasure that spikes higher and higher in your body. It’s so goddamn wet in between your legs, it’s almost pathetic how you cry that you think you can’t cum anymore but your body is saying differently. “I know you can keep on cumming, don’t fucking like to me!” Touya grunts, his brows pinching as he tries to hold himself together.
“I can’t!” You whine and your hand tires out, “C-Can’t!”
You’re put onto your back again and Touya fucks at just the right angle that’s hitting that spongy little spot that makes your eyes roll back again. He has to clasp one hand over your mouth while the other one presses down on your lower belly. Because he knows that it does this-
“God! Fucking—fuck!” Touya cusses when your orgasm hits you stronger this time, clenching down on his cock before cumming more intensely. He fucks you through your orgasm, reaching that high point of ecstasy as you cry into his palm.
Touya! Touya, I love you! is muffled beneath his palm and your watery eyes look up at him. He’s ruthless in his pace as he chases his high since you’re fucked stupid from experiencing yours, your head even higher in the clouds thanks to him.
So he says all the nasty shit on his mind, watching as you nod your head in agreement and whimper little sounds still into his hand.
“God, you looking so dumb right now. Fucked your brains out baby? You all stupid now?” He asks and he’s answered with a little muffled mmhmm. “My stupid lil doll, huh? All it takes to make you so sweet for me is my cock, ain’t that right?”
His hand slides off your mouth but moves to grasp your neck, his fingers pressing into the sides and watching as your mouth drops open and you mewl his name.
You’re a fucked out mess, the most pretty mess that gives him sass and loves him so intensely that he feels like he knows real love with you. And Touya laughs a little himself, delirious on how intoxicated he is over you before he finally empties himself into that precious cunt that he’s been fucking for the last few years of his life.
Thick ropes of cum fill you, overflowing out of you that Touya should pull out but he keeps himself stationed in you until he catches his breath. He reaches behind him for the shirt he flung off his body, always knowing to keep at least one piece of clothing nearby and he tucks it underneath you before pulling out.
It leaks out of your well fucked cunt and Touya admires it for a brief moment, only snapping out of it when you whine and your hips shift slightly. He wipes you clean and he leans over to kiss your forehead, muttering ‘happy birthday’ and pulling back to discard the cumrag into the laundry basket.
You get up to pee after finally collecting yourself, the high long gone when Touya fucked it out of you, and when you come back to the room, he holds out a little box from your favorite bakery towards you. “Wanna eat cake in bed?” He offers.
You blow a single candle on a piece slice of strawberry cake, the smoke billowing from the tip of the candle where the flame is and Touya tells you again, “Happy birthday.”
#have a wonderful celebration darling!!#eat yummy food and be safe if you decide to go out and party <3#dabi x reader#todoroki touya x reader#dabi smut
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summary: during the hunt, a handful of people know the truth. the only problem is, they don’t hold any influence, and must help you in their own way.
word count: ~2.6k
-> warnings: blood mention, barely any spoilers save for character names + roles, imposter au things
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x
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diluc trudged down the path through the whispering woods, kicking aside overgrown bushes. his patrol had proved worth his while, the hilichurls near starfell lake had begun to regroup, and were fashioning shields. they were easy enough to take care of, but the smell of ash clung to his clothes and his arms were rather sore. perhaps he should cut tonight short, he had been doing quite a bit of labor today…
whispers off the side of the path caught his attention and he stopped to listen, turning slightly.
“-grass isn’t edible!”
“is too! teacher had a book about it!”
he stepped and pushed aside the bushes, startling those beyond them.
two figures hunched around a patch of lamp grass, the blue light doing little to help with the dense canopy overhead. two visions shone in the dark, one purple and one red, and he identified them after a moment.
bennett, eyes wide and on scuffed knees, and his friend from the forest, the one lisa was teaching grammar, hunched over in an odd crouch.
“what are you two doing out so late?”
“is lamp grass edible?” razor asked, pointing to the glowing plant, and diluc stared.
“…it’s used in a few recipes, yes, but-“
in an instant he snatched up the plants, ripping up some of their roots in his haste to shove them into his jacket.
“we leave now,” he said simply, standing and pulling bennett up with him. “thank you, master diluc.”
diluc stepped to block their exit. “you didn’t answer my question. bennett, what are you doing out? friend or not, your dads would have your head if they knew you were in the woods after dark.”
“i wasn’t just wandering! i was-…” he stopped suddenly, as if aware whatever he would say would get him into trouble. “we were looking for some stuff.”
“that doesn’t answer my question. anything would be easier to find before dark.”
“we looked with the sun,” razor interrupted, the soft glow from his pocket slightly illuminating his disappointment. “but nothing was found.”
diluc sighed. he couldn’t be mad at them, not really, mot when it was clear they never meant to stay out so late.
“whatever you’re looking for can be found in the morning. for now, come with me back to the city. razor, we’ll stop at a waypoint so you can return to wolvendom, okay?”
the two boys nodded, and he let them cross into the path.
“but don’t do this again, understood? and if you need help, ask.”
they both nodded, and diluc was left to wonder why they needed lamp grass in the first place.
“oh! sir albedo!”
albedo stopped, finishing his sentence on his clipboard before looking up, seeing noelle rushing over to him from the direction of the library.
“lady noelle. are you in need of something?”
she shook her head, metal gloves clicking together as she clasped her hands. idly, albedo noted the many scratches on them, presumably from the same action. “oh not at all, i’m alright, but lisa wanted me to remind you that your copy of ‘common medicinal herbs and their uses’ was due for either renewal or to be turned in soon, and to please not poison yourself again.”
albedo took the small card she handed him, noting the date. “i see. i’ll make note of this, and i’ll be sure to turn it in shortly. thank you, noelle.”
he took a step away but she stopped him with a hand, a flicker of irritation running through him.
“is there something else?”
“well, not from lisa, but i wanted to ask why you were researching this? normally you’re in dragonspine and studying ley lines, not stationed just outside of springvale and renting books on plants…”
he turned fully towards her, tucking away his pen and holding his notes close to his chest. “i am an alchemist, and the study is not fully about ley lines. i admit this is somewhat outside of my usual range of work, but sucrose is currently on medical leave—as i’m certain you already know—and i have no other sources of information aside of field research. this project is not an assignment, merely an interest of mine, and as such it has not made its way onto any formal paperwork. however, i can assure you i am not behind in any of my work.”
“ah- i never meant that you were behind! i was just curious!”
his papers crinkled under his hand. “there is no need to be. good day, miss noelle.”
without another word, he turned on his heel and left, making his way down the stairs and out the front gates of mondstat. taking his clipboard away from his chest, he reread the last portion of his notes to get his bearings, pulling out his pen to finish the report.
‘i’m not certain as to why you’d need these notes, klee, considering the knights are well-equipped to handle injuries, but please do not try to make your own medicine. it’s dangerous near wolvendom on a normal day, and you know what’s been going on lately. please, come see me or the healers for any injuries you may have.
‘remember, the knights are here to help.’
“diona? what are you doing out here?”
fish scattered as boots stomped through the shallow water, glittering scales barely visible through the splash.
“wh- hey! you scared off the fish!” diona shouted, tail lashing behind her. all that time she spent, waiting for the plumpest fish to swim up from the depths of the lake for nothing! now she had to wait even longer!
“fish? what do you need fish for?” draff asked, stopping near her as she sat on a rock, collecting her things. “are you hungry? oh, do you need more scales? i know the traveller helped you last time, but i have pretty quick reflexes too! i could catch you some.”
“as if,” she mumbled, glaring at where he was still standing in the lake. “and it’s fine, i don’t need your help.”
he watched in confusion as she brushed right past him, reaching to pluck snapdragon instead. “diona… you know you shouldn’t be out here, not now. it’s dangerous, and i don’t want you caught up in-“
“i’m fine.” she carefully put the flowers in her bag, pulling out her bow and scanning the waters. all the fish were far too lean, barely anything on their bones, but she might as well get something, right? “just stay still this time.”
before he could say anything—or worse, step forward and scare off the fish again—she nocked an arrow, collecting cryo on the tip. as soon as a fish got within range she let it fly, the cryo forming a spear that stabbed through the gills, pinning it in place. she set down her bow and carefully pulled the fish out, twisting the arrow to kill it before removing the small icicle and throwing it aside. it wasn’t a clean kill, and definitely not worth all the waiting she did, but… it was better than nothing.
“what do you need a fish for? we have plenty back in springvale…”
she ignored him, putting her bag over her shoulders and picked up the fish by the tail. “it’s fine. you better go back soon, you’re due for a patrol.”
her father hesitated, eyes wide and lost.
“diona, is this about last night? i already said i was sorry-“
“and i heard you then. now get out of the lake, your socks are going to get wet!”
he looked down and quickly stepped out of the water, taking off one boot to check that no water had gotten in. by the time he confirmed there wasn’t, she was gone, only a swaying bush to indicate where she had gone.
draff sighed.
razor stayed low to the ground as he ran, one hand on the strap of his bag. the patrols had gotten too close again, he’d heard lisa talk about it, and he couldn’t follow her orders to stay away.
‘it’s dangerous,’ she’d said, distaste apparent in her eyes. ‘and i’d hate for you to get involved in such things. you’re too young.’
‘too young.’ him?
he climbed up a cliff as quick as he could, the scrape of stone against his fingertips familiar, and pushed through the thick bushes at the top. thorns pulled at his jacket, denser than they should be, but he continued anyway, gritting his teeth through the pain.
‘too young.’ too young to read notes stained with droplets of blood, too young to sneak books about medicine into his reading practice, too young to bite through the bitter skin of wolfhooks in accordance with the notes albedo had taken at klee’s prompting.
too young to see knights swarming the place he’d come to know as safe, too young for the stench of blood to reach his nose, stronger than just the small drops beading on his skin.
kaeya was the first one to spot him, quickly excusing himself and walking over, attempting to block the scene even as razor cranes to try and see around him.
“razor! what are you doing here, huh? wasn’t your pack further south?”
in between people, he could see the stone he used to tuck supplies under, the white of a paper just barely sticking out amidst the shadows.
“what happened?”
kaeya sighed. “a patrol ran into somebody that we’ve been looking for for a while.” just say it. “things got.. a bit messy. are you alright, by the way? the bushes around here are incredibly thick…”
his arms barely stung. he kept his eye on the stone tucked between two wolfhook bushes. “i’m fine. here for wolfhooks.” he pointed through the crowd and kaeya looked, turning back with an odd twist to his lip.
“i think you’re better off finding wolfhooks elsewhere, razor. if you go down the path im certain you’ll find more.”
he knew. he shook his head anyway. “need these ones.”
another sigh. why was everybody sighing today? they had nothing to fear for.
“alright, fine. just stick close to me, alright?”
he put a hand on razor’s shoulder and let him through the crown of people, keeping his body between him and the source of the blood-smell. it didn’t matter.
razor crouched purposely close to the bushes, setting his bag right on top of the stone. he reached for the further wolfhooks first, knocking down the ones closer to him, dropping them into his bag on top of the skewers he was meant to leave. he picked up two of the fallen wolfhooks and hid the paper against his palm, pretending to rearrange the berries as he buried the note deep into his bag.
when he stood, kaeya turned with a smile. it was forced. “all done?”
razor nodded, clutching his bag close to his chest with both arms.
“good! now do me a favor and stick close to springvale for a while, okay?”
razor nodded again. “swear.”
hidden against his jacket, two of his fingers crossed.
jean’s chair scraped against the floor as she sat at the head of the meeting table. “so, any news on the hunt?”
heads shook all around the table. a few hands clenched, a few jaws ticked, but nobody spoke up.
jean held back a sigh, reviewing the papers in front of her. “we have to catch them before they leave mondstat… has the only time we’ve seen them been with captain kaeya’s patrol?”
everybody nodded, but kaeya himself didn’t seem satisfied. instead, he stared across the table at klee, who was drawing on a notepad.
“klee?”
she looked up at his voice, and though jean raised an eyebrow, he continued, leaning forward in his chair. “have you spoken to razor recently?”
klee thought about it for a moment, but eventually shook her head. “nope!”
“klee’s been in solitary for the past few days,” jean cut in. “why are you asking about razor?”
kaeya shrugged. “he showed up at the scene and seemed pretty insistent on getting the wolfhooks there-“
“and you let him?”
“look, lisa, it would have been harder to say no. you want me to explain to him what’s going on? you haven’t.”
electricity crackled across lisa’s fingertips. “he should never have been allowed to get close.”
“he popped up out of nowhere, what was i supposed to do? shove him back into the bushes?”
“kaeya.”
the silence that followed was only broken when klee put her pen on the table with a loud clack!, smiling widely at her finished drawing.
jean sighed, directing her attention towards her to try and break the tension. “klee, before you went to solitary-“ her excitement dimmed, her smile slipping to a pout, and jean’s heart hurt a bit “-did you talk to anybody? outside of the knights, of course.”
she thought about it again, carefully putting away her pen and tearing off the sheet of paper with her drawing on it. “nope! klee’s stayed within the walls for the last… month, maybe? i don’t want to get in the way!”
albedo looked up from his notes—did he ever stop working?—with a frown. “then why did you ask me about herbs?”
herbs?
she shrugged. “curious! bennett needed help with a friend of his, so i wanted to ask you because you’re super smart!”
a few of the knights smiled. albedo did not.
“a friend…”
klee picked up her notepad, free hand on the edge of the table. “can i leave?”
jean sighed. “sure, klee. stay out of trouble, okay?”
she nodded with a wide smile, pushing herself away from the table and walking away, leaving her drawing on the table.
jean picked it up, “klee, you left this!”
she paused for a moment, turning, but eventually continued. “you can have it!”
jean’s lip picked up in a small smile as klee reached for the door handle, carefully closing it behind her. she picked up the drawing, turning it right side up.
it was simple, as most children’s drawings were, and though the pen that albedo got her had multiple kinds of ink inside, she was still limited on color. two trees stood on either edge of the page, and three figures stood on grass. one was small, with a red hat and bag, labeled ‘mE!’. another had goggles and a weird circle at its side, named ‘bEnnY!’, and besides him was somebody in what looked like a jacket and with fluffy hair, named ‘razor!’.
it was cute. the z in razor was backwards, and the bushes were little more than some scribbles, but she had clearly put effort into it. there was even some wolfhooks on a bush, with a little label of….
“jean? is something wrong?”
jean slammed the paper on the desk and stood, uncaring of the way her chair skid as she pulled her jacket off the back of it, quickly putting it on.
“all of you, with me.”
the wolfhooks weren’t wolfhooks. they were eyes.
eyes labeled ‘the creator’.
#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact#sagau impostor au#genshin sagau#genshin imposter au#genshin#sagau diona#genshin diona#sagau bennett#genshin bennett#sagau razor#genshin razor#genshin albedo#sagau klee#klee#genshin klee#sagau diluc#diluc#kaeya#sagau kaeya#(albedo was meant to be In On It which is why he was so snippy with noelle but i wanted klee to know instead for the ending so… imagine he’s#irritated because his experiment concerns klee)#‘man idk i haven’t had much motivation to write recently ://‘ **writes 2k words in one sitting**#may or may not add on in a pt 2… idk if i’m feelin quirky i might#it would be really funny if i suddenly started posting these with the titles they had in the drafts. this one would be ‘hee hoo :))’
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Cuddle Monster (E.M.)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Childhood Best Friend Reader
Warning: (smacks fanfiction) This baby holds so much fluff! Kids! Cuddling! CASUAL INTIMACY UP THE ASS!
Word: 487
Notes: I'm a second-grade teacher, and my kiddos still love to give hugs. I also have friends with kids the same age. Not gonna lie; some warm kid hugs just make my soul happy. This doesn't really push the story forward at all; it's a pleasant little interlude.
Also, my edible JUST kicked in. Enjoy!
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /
@kimmi-kat @feltonswifesworld87 @mrsmunsonxquinn @iguessyourejustwhatineeded @hahahafucku @emilyroxy @ihatepeanutss @mackyboo21
Ronnie Wayne Munson was his father's child.
Whenever you watched Ronnie, it was like seeing your best friend grow up all over again. But the similarities ran more profound than just sharing the same hair and colored eyes.
It was how they both poked their tongues out while in deep concentration to how they would fall asleep in full starfish mode; you enjoyed every bit of Ronnie Wayne Munson.
Especially the fact that he inherited his father's love language of physical touch.
Every time you were at their home, Ronnie would take you by the hand (after his father had welcomed you properly with a kiss) and had you sitting on the couch as soon as he could. Then he would proceed to climb into your lap, tiny arms around your neck and his warm body pressed against yours, as he told you about his day.
You'd had to chastize Eddie once or twice as he sat next to you on the couch. His arms crossed over his chest, and a pout on his plush lips, as his son slept in your arms.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"You came to see me; I should be in your lap."
"Eddie, he's 4!"
"I mean, this level of disrespect in my own home is appalling. I will NOT let it go unanswered.”
“Jesus Christ, get over here you giant baby.”
Weekends are a sacred time for you and Eddie, but you can hear his tiny little feet creeping into your bedroom like clockwork every Saturday and Sunday.
You feign sleep, trying to hide your giggles as Ronnie huffs and puffs as he tries to climb into your bed. He always comes to your side of the bed since Eddie sleeps like the dead, and eventually, you pick him up and gently place him in the middle.
His warm, tiny body curls instinctively into you. You run your hand up and down his back to coax him back to sleep. You let out a yawn when Eddie stirs next to you.
"You two left me out? What's a guy got to do to get some damn cuddles in this place?"
"Eddie, the sun isn't even up yet. Can you wait until, like, 9 am to be weird?"
"Nope, cuddle me, NOW."
"But we're so warm and cozy here." You give him a sleepy grin, closing your eyes as he grumbles while inching towards you and his son.
"Gonna file a complaint with the Union, I tell ya. Can't get a cuddle from my woman. Can’t get a cuddle from my own begotten progeny, my very own flesh and blood..."
"Go to sleep, Eddie."
"Not until you tell me you love me."
Silence.
"Please?"
"Fine!" You lean in, and in seconds, Eddie's plush lips are softly pressed against yours. His arm lands on your waist, both of you creating a soft cocoon for Ronnie. "I love you."
"I love you too, Princess. Can I tell you something?"
"Tell me."
"This, all of us. It feels really nice, right?"
"It feels perfect." You feel lips against your forehead and calloused fingertips trace lazy patterns as you slowly fade back to sleep. "Wouldn't change it for a thing."
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Haii could I request taki and y/n home alone then the members leave the dorms so they have the dorms to Themselves then they think that they’re gonna be gone for a long time then the members come home and hear taki and y/n 🤭🤭
fuck I’m clenching my thighs at this rn
warnings: fingering, pussy eating, riding, voyeurism, taki calls reader pretty maybe too much? he’s also a little mean
You never would have thought that you’d end up on Taki’s bed, his head buried deep between your thighs. “Can’t get over how your pussy tastes, princess.” He mumbled, sending vibrations into your core as he thrusted his tongue into your walls. You moaned loudly, legs starting to shake from pleasure. This was your second orgasm, Taki insisting that you guys would have all the time in the world, his members gone out shopping without him. His fingers replacing his tongue, licking your clit passionately as your body spasmed out. “Taki…can’t take any more.” You whined,shutting your thighs around his head as you shut your eyes.
“You’re gonna have to take it until I’m done, pretty girl.” He pulled away from your core, admiring the beautiful mess of slick dripping out of you. “So wet just for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, making him chuckle. “Just a slut. Sit up,princess.” Taki climbed onto the bed, sitting against the headboard. “Can you be a good girl and ride me?” You looked into his eyes, dazed but still hastily nodding. “M’ legs…”
He admired your messed up hair, clenched thighs, and your sweaty skin. How you were dripping desperately onto his bedsheets. He kicked off his boxers, leaving his shirt on that was drenched in your juices and his sweat. His cock had a pink tip, with a beautiful curve and slight veins. “Whenever your done gawking you can get on.” Flustered, you weakly lifted your body and dropped on top of him. He moaned, watching how quickly your hole swallowed him. “So pretty for me. Taking all of me so well.” Playing with your breasts as they bounced.
You started to bounce on him, using all of your might to pick yourself up. “Taki…cant move.” You whimpered, Taki chuckling. “Fine. I guess I’ll have to do all the hard work.” He laid you down on your back, draping your leg over his shoulder. “Cant do anything for yourself, hm? Just a whore waiting to get your little pussy destroyed.” You two both being too immersed to notice the sound of the door opening.
Taki started to thrust his hips into you, making you moan as you registered his words. “Yes! Please, fuck…destroy my pussy.” Picking up his pace, you swore you could feel his cock dragging up and down your walls. Never feeling something that deep inside of you, your back arching off the bed. Taki placed his hands on your hips, roughly fucking your hole and leaving bruises. “Shit, I’m gonna cum. That’s what you want, right? To get filled up?”
“Mhm, please Taki! Please fill me up!” You begged , tears streaming down your face from pleasure. He grunted, forcing his cock as deep as possible as he came inside of you. “God, your pussy was so tight.” He mumbled, slowly pulling out of you and watching the mix of liquid spill out of you. “So pretty, baby.” Taki grabbed a rag off his bedstand, cleaning you to the best of his abilities. He threw on some sweatpants and a shirt. You borrowed one of his shirts, only wearing your panties under it. “Let’s get something actually edible in your stomach.”
You both laughed at the joke, leaving his bedroom to head for the kitchen. As soon as you left the room, you noticed that Nicholas was standing in the hallway. “Oh.” You whispered, realizing that they had been home for a while now. Taki shrieked, his face burning red. “When did you get home?”
“Ah, we’ve been here for about 30 minutes. Enough time to hear your girlfriends screaming.” Taki groaned, embarrassed and avoiding eye contact. “Wait, we?” Nicholas chuckled. “Everyone heard. Be lucky Maki fell asleep on the car ride home. Anyway, I ordered you both some food, since I figured you’d be hungry after using up so much…ahem…energy.” Nicholas smirked, handing the pair a takeout bag. “I hate you.” Taki muttered under his breath, dragging you back into his room.
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"Baby, baby, baby," Eddie practically shouted as he kicked his way into the apartment. Chrissy jumped from her curled up position on the couch, the book in her hands nearly launched across the room.
"Oh, my God," she laughed breathlessly, laying a hand over her heart. "Eddie, Jesus."
"Sorry," he said, not sounding particularly apologetic at all. "But you will never guess what I found at the store!"
He was holding up a paper grocery sack like it was a trophy, having dropped three other sacks when he barged in, and Chrissy's eyes darted between it and him incredulously.
"Groceries."
"Har, har." The grin still stretched over his cheeks made his sarcastic laughter almost genuine. "No. Well. Yes, but." With a flourish, he tore the paper bag away, revealing another plastic bag beneath. Chrissy blinked at it.
"Chicken nuggets?"
"Dinosaur chicken nuggets!" he shouted, evidently very pleased with his discovery. "The most epically childish thing in existence! One hit of these is guaranteed nostalgia!"
Pursing her lips around a grin, Chrissy shrugged. "I've never had them before."
Eddie looked at her for a long moment. The expression he wore when he wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and coddle her, which slipped into his eyes every time she admitted something sordid about her own childhood.
Instead, he just grinned, his eyes twinkling.
"Oh, sweetheart. You're in for a treat."
...
Two hours later, the oven was just finished baking their costumed chicken.
Eddie and Chrissy were also just finished baking.
She was sitting on the couch again, relaxed and riding the buzz of their shared joint as Eddie set a plate piled high with nuggets on the coffee table. Adorned on either side by ranch dressing, buffalo sauce, and barbecue sauce, he traipsed across the living room to load Predator into the VCR and plop down beside her.
"Dig in, sweetness," Eddie said, easy smile and red-rimmed eyes half-focused as he fast-forwarded through the movie previews. Chrissy leaned forward, plucking the nugget off the top as Eddie grabbed a couple and dipped them into various sauces.
Chrissy stared at the little nugget in her hand.
It was clearly a stegosaurus. The ridges on its back like fish scales and the curve of its spine made it easy to identify. It was ridiculous, how some tiny fried piece of chicken could take on the form of another animal, wasn't it? Even if that animal had been extinct for millions and millions of years. And the stegosaurus would never know that humans created a little snack to emulate its visage. They would never know that humans existed at all.
"Chrissy?" Eddie asked, his mouth half-full of her little stegosaurus's friends. "Baby, what's wrong?"
Her eyes suddenly blurred, and Chrissy let out a hitched breath.
"Oh. Shit. Sweetness." She could feel Eddie's hands on her shoulders, trying to turn her body toward him as she held that tiny little chicken nugget in her palm. Staring at his grainy little body even if she couldn't see him. "Baby, are you okay? Are you having trouble with this kind of food right now? I could make–– Well. Uh. I don't know if I can make anything, but––"
"He's just––" She broke off with another sob, thrusting her hands toward where she assumed Eddie's face was to show him the stegosaurus. "He's just so cute, Eddie! Look at him!"
She couldn't see Eddie through her tears, but she felt his hands squeeze her shoulders once, then twice, as she ran her fingertip over the tiny breadcrumb ridges of the stegosaurus's spine.
"Chrissy––"
"He doesn't even know that he's edible!" she cried. "He's just trying to live his little dinosaur life and be adorable!"
Eddie laughed, bodily pulling her into his arms until she was tucked up against his chest.
"Oh, baby girl," he cooed, rocking her back and forth. "He is pretty cute, isn't he?"
"Yes," she pouted. "He's just–– He's just a baby, Eddie! I can't eat him!"
"He's an herbivore, y'know? He was gonna get eaten in the Jurassic period too. You're just playing your part in the circle of life."
"I'm not a t-rex!" Chrissy retorted, unable to keep from crying harder. "And h-he doesn't deserve that! He's too cute!"
Eddie's laughter rumbled against her, bubbling up from his chest and tucked into her hair. Affronted, Chrissy looked up at him.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No, princess, no," he said quickly, his nose scrunched up in humor. "No, it's just–– Baby, he's just a nugget. He's not even a real stegosaurus."
"I don't care," she huffed around her own laugh, looking down at the little nugget in her hand. The tears had begun to dry on her cheeks, and she nuzzled into Eddie's chest as she continued holding the stegosaurus close.
"You're literally too adorable for words, Cunningham." She felt the tell-tale sign of lips pressed against her crown as Eddie slowly stroked his fingers up and down her spine. After a moment, he let out a long sigh. "Should I put our reptilian friends away and order a pizza instead?"
"Yes," Chrissy replied, still pouting a little. "We can't eat them, Eddie, they're just babies."
A finger came up beneath her chin, gently tilting her head back until she had to look up at him. Those chocolate eyes she loved so much danced with mirth, lips twisted like he wanted desperately to conceal his smile. Which he was doing a poor job of.
"We'll see how you feel about it when you're sober," he acquiesced. "For now, how does pepperoni and hamburger sound?"
Chrissy grinned, leaning up to kiss him in lieu of an answer.
#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#eddie munson#hellcheer drabble#chrissy x eddie#chrissy cunningham#cw weed#cw marijuana#tw weed#tw marijuana#stranger things#chrissy is just a high crier ok#also the dinosaur chicken nugget wasn't actually invented until 1993#by the museum of natural history to celebrate the release of jurassic park#but since i didn't explicitly state the time period i guess it doesn't matter#tw eating issues#tw disordered eating#but just a little bit
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delicious
rating: T (for cursing and drug use)
pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader
word count: 2160
summary: in order to make a fundraising event bearable, you and Dieter take edibles. When the event runs long, your only chance to make it out alive is to find something to eat.
warnings: drug use (it’s just edibles c’mon you narc), eating, the munchies, messy kissing, dieter bravo being a giant goofball and i hate him, this fic is so self-indulgent i'm embarrassed FOR you, FLUFF
a/n: this one kicked my butt, idk why. But @ravensmadreads says its good so here you go. For my 100 followers event (this is the last one! wow!): @sp00kymulderr asked: Taylor!! Congrats on 100, you’re my favourite blog honestly I check your posts every day just to read your tags lmao. For the celebration can I request some of our sweet boy Dieter with the prompt “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.” it’s absolutely perfect
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After thirty minutes, your eyes are starting to cross. Your high-ribbed dress pinches the soft skin under your tits and the boob tape is starting to chafe your nipples. The ruby red heels have officially given you blisters but the worst – the absolute worst of it – you’re fucking starving.
And the Layaway Barbie at the podium marches on, her big eyes wet and her mouth begging, as she proves to a roomful of donors why they should spend another million in . . . tree-frog rehabilitation. Dieter had been drawn to the little green guys with red eyes on the front of the invitation and as the guest of honor for his “philanthropic” work when he was “dating” a Doctor Without (personal) Borders six years ago, how could he not go?
Let’s take an edible before we go, he said.
Whatever the vibe, it’ll be better if we’re on edibles, honey.
That is the last time you let him convince you of anything while he’s not wearing pants and his hand is down yours.
Your stomach grumbles and you fight back a whine. You make a noise like that and someone will definitely know you’re on drugs. The portly man next you has been staring at you with poorly hidden disgust all night as it is. But for now, his eyes focus in on Layaway Barbie, his loose jowls around his permanently down-turned mouth reminding you of a cartoon character. But which one?
Your eyes narrow at him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and it comes to you.
“Droopy!” you yelp and immediately clap your hand over your mouth. Your table mates eye you as if you are some society dredge they did not wish to involve themselves with.
You turn as best you can in your seat, ready to either be scolded by Dieter or have him laugh with you, but he does neither.
In fact, cross-armed, low in his seat, he lets out a low snore.
It’ll be fun, he said.
“Dieter!” You hiss. Nothing. His face is relaxed, lips parting as he falls deeper asleep. Irate you didn’t think of it first, you smack him across the knee. “Dieter!”
He jerks, eyelids cracking open briefly, and suddenly he drops his chin again.
“Thank you for your blessing and influence, oh Lord. Am— oh, hey, baby, what’s up?”
“Don’t ‘hey, baby, what’s up’ me. You were asleep and you just faked praying.”
“Better than faking other things,” he yawns loudly, blinks a bit, and realizes the “inspiring” speech (and presentation) is still going on. “Oh, fuck, we’re gonna die here.”
“Can you please keep it down?” The woman to Dieter’s right snaps. “You are making a mockery of a serious and pressing issue facing our society.”
Dieter blinks at her, his arms still across his chest. You can hear the bitch climb up his throat before he even opens his mouth.
“Well, you’re making a mockery of that dress and you don’t see me complaining–,”
You snag him by the hand and pull him away from the table before the woman has the good sense to throw her drink into his face.
He stumbles behind you as you push on the metal bar, the latch clicking, and you both tumble out into the empty hotel hallway. When the event started, everyone had been herded in from the other doors, where the lobby was. This looks like the kind of hallway drunk co-eds wander down while trying to find the bathroom after prom.
Which – ironically –
His big paw clutches your waist as he falls, or rather, stumbles into a tacky maroon and gold wall. In the fumbling under his legs as they overtake you, and keeping the rim of your heels from biting into your already puckered flesh, he manages to pin you beneath him. The instant the smell of his cologne washes over you, the instinct to claw his stupid eyes out evaporates. You sigh, both of his hands cupping your neck.
“Mhmm, there she is,” he murmurs, sing-song, kissing your nose. “Little hellcat turns baby kitten when she gets what she needs.”
“You are the biggest idiot I know,” you purr into his ear as his hands slide through the layers of your skirt to your ass.
“Yes, but I’m your idiot.” The cry you let out when he pinches your ass cheek beneath your dress is all the answer he needs.
Hands full of your thighs, he rubs you up the wall but there’s too many layers, too much gossamer to get him where you need him. His breath comes in short pants as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to your shoulder, your clavicle, your cheek.
There it comes again. Hunger. Driven on by –
You bite him.
“Ow!”
He pulls back and your mouth drops open in horror – you didn’t mean to bite him that hard and –
Your stomach lets out the most petulant growl.
Hand on his neck like it’s bleeding, Dieter follows your gaze to your stomach as if it had called his name.
And then you both break out into side-splitting laughter.
He eases you down, giggling, his nose pressed to your temple. Were you at home, the sex would have probably continued, but the atmosphere would be different – playful, teasing – he once did a Kermit the Frog impression while balls-deep inside of you and you laughed so hard you instantly came all over him.
“Baby,” he sighs through his teeth and kisses your hairline. “I know. I’m so fucking hungry.” He snaps his teeth by your ear and you push him back by his chest. Two goddam years of dating this moron and he still makes you blush like you’re fifteen and necking with a band geek.
His fingers wrap around your wrist to hold your hand above his heart, kissing your knuckles. He sucks your thumb once before you yelp, and he pushes your fist into his hair as you try to squirm away. He smirks into your neck.
“Dieter!”
“I’m hungry!”
“You’re the one who suggested we take edibles before coming to this thing.”
“Mhmm, let’s go home and do more drugs.”
“But you owe me dinner. Five Guys?”
“Baby, I have to eat something first to have enough stamina for that.”
“Oh my god, you –,”
He bites you on your earlobe again, grinning as he comes behind you to nudge you down the hall. “I know what you meant. I’m down for burgers, but I want, like, five.”
“Me too. Carry me? My feet hurt.”
“Of course, mah kwehn,” he nods as he scoops you up across his broad shoulders, momentarily taking on the affectation of Jon Snow and his loyalty to the dragon queen.
You’re working to kick your heels off as he marches the two of you down the hallway and you’ve nearly gotten your second heel off (the first in your lap) when he suddenly stops.
“Oi, Thomas, we’re not at the train station yet,” you grumble as you reach for your heel, awkwardly tucked under you and his arm. “Keep it going. Choo choo, you know?”
He still isn’t moving. You frown up at him, another transportation joke at the ready, but his wide-eyed stare gives you pause.
“What are you looking at?” You turn in his arms, hunger now officially twisting your stomach painfully. “Why’d you–,”
Your mouth falls open.
Beyond two double doors at the end of the hall sits a silver cart, loaded with tiny chocolate desserts.
You swallow the spit flooding your mouth. This time, his stomach grumbles as if to add to the argument.
“Dieter, put me down.” He all but drops you.
“Dieter, we can’t.”
“Why?”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Why?”
“You’re only saying that because we’re both high as fuck right now and I’d eat bathroom soap if I could.”
That seems to rattle him out of his starvation-induced stupor. He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Please, when have I ever not eaten something I wasn’t supposed to?”
You blink up at him, now several inches shorter without your heels. “What? None of that made sense.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m going for it.”
He strides past a very wide hallway branching back towards the lobby of the hotel, no doubt where several waiters intended to roll dessert out to the waiting reception. They’d be back at any second, but either due to being higher than a kite, his own innate lack of shame, or a combination of the two, Dieter is across the hallway in seconds and he snatches up two of the little chocolate spheres and shoves them both into his mouth at the same time.
“Holy shit, they’re cream puffs.”
Your hunger nearly doubles you over. “C-cream puffs? Those are m-my–,”
“Your favorite. I know. Mhmm, fucking get over here.”
Trembling from a lack of food and nerves, you slink over to him, hand out-stretched. He’s already had four more by this point and he’s stacking more onto a single plate as your fingers squish around one right in front of you. You pinch and the gooey white cream eases out the side. You whimper.
Dieter pauses, the tips of his fingers stained with dark chocolate and a dollop of cream on his cheek.
“That’s the sound you make when I eat you out.”
Rather than answer your boyfriend, you pop the cream puff into your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as the pastry melts on your tongue.
“Oh fuuuck.”
Dieter watches with growing concern as you scarf down pastry after pastry. “Okay, now I’m a little offended you’re so turned on by this.”
“Shut up, and let me eat.”
In minutes, the silver cart is empty. Chocolate smeared across a dozen haphazardly-arranged plates, dots of cream littering the spaces between plates and on the edge of the cart, it looks like a fucking war zone of confectionery.
You find yourself breathing heavy, your face and arms covered in the guts of those poor, poor baked goods. Dieter isn’t faring much better, his jacket stained and beard sticky. Your hunger is sated, for now, but you think of burgers and fries and a vanilla milkshake and immediately turn to Dieter, who stares back at you with wide eyes.
“I want six burgers–,”
“We should probably leave before we start a scandal–,”
You stare at each other, soldiers shell-shocked, rehabilitated werewolves in horror of their bloodshed. Bloodlust.
The second you get home you’re gonna give him the kind of blow job that stops his heart.
Half-way laughing, half-way crying, you take him by the collar, further smearing chocolate over the starched white linen and his neck, and kiss him soundly on his conspicuous mouth. He giggles through the kiss and cups your cheeks, his massive hands sticky and warm.
“We should go . . .” he murmurs again before pressing his lips to you again. Cream puffs or no, it all tastes better when you lick it off the corner of his mouth.
“We’re gonna have to walk past the lobby,” you bemoan into his patchy beard. Dieter smirks and without warning, squeezes your right tit, leaving a very clear chocolatey handprint on your dress.
“Dieter!”
“C’mon, baby, I wanna devour you. And I want all of them to know it.”
That was the thing about Dieter Bravo, he never did anything small. He never allowed you to feel small. He was obsessive about taking pictures of you, posting them everywhere, never ashamed of you and desperate to have the world see you the way he did.
Like you were delicious.
“I’ll buy you six burgers if you let us walk out like this.”
“Deal.”
Grinning like only a man with nothing to hide can, he takes you by the hand and leads you back towards the very fancy dinner you’ve both no doubt been kicked out of.
Something rises up in you the longer you stare at his broad back.
“Dieter, wait.”
He pauses, turns, and crumbles slightly beneath the weight and intensity of your kiss.
“I love you,” you say before he can slip his tongue into your mouth.
Dieter Bravo does nothing small, is nothing small. Except when it’s just you and him and the words you just uttered hang in the air between you. A small, hesitant smile expands across his lips, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing but it warms him nonetheless.
“I love you too.”
He kisses your nose and you sigh into him. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him. But then you might just eat him alive.
“Burgers, Dieter.”
“Right, right. How many do you think we can buy at one time?”
You both ignore the paparazzi and their cameras as you walk hand in hand, your heels in your other hand, with Dieter out the front door and into the limo, arguing about which fast food joint would let you get at least twenty burgers.
Nothing about Dieter Bravo is small. Especially his appetite.
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Adore You
PAIRINGS : minho × gn! reader
WORD COUNT : 2.8k and some change
GENRE : angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, slightly suggestive (very very slight)
WARNINGS : mentions of anxiety/depression (not descriptive), the world showing the reader the middle finger, established relationship, minho calls the reader bunny, lots of hugging and cuddling, minho is whipped, and a very respectful gentleman (except for when he gropes the reader but he's just a touchy feely person, okay), they're so in love, minho gets emotional and cries :(, also gets a little horny and almost pops a boner lmao.
lower case intended.
A/N : hi! here is some fluffy whipped minho for you. this fic is my first baby so please treat it well. feedbacks and reblogs are very highly appreciated! proofread like a thousand times, so we should be good as far as mistakes go. still let me know if anything needs fixing!
feel free to let me know what you liked and what you didn't, I'll try to change my future works accordingly. enjoy!
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"min?"
"mm?"
"thank you"
"what for, bunny?"
"no one's ever done this to me."
"done what?"
"adored me like you do."
what a shitshow of a day.
but you've been through worse, right? you can get through this, right? right?
as it turns out,
wrong.
oh so very wrong.
the day was jinxed from the moment you got up on the metaphorical wrong side of the bed. being sleep deprived was nothing out of the ordinary for you, but even so, today it felt as if someone had replaced battery acid for your eye drops you put in the night prior.
great, now I have puffy eyes on top of my dark circles. how cute.
the geyser broke down so you had to take a freezing ice cold shower at 6 AM on a Tuesday morning in February (the weather reports later told you that it had been the coldest day in the last 3 winters in your country, by the way).
love that for me.
you somehow managed to teleport your shivering form into the kitchen. you had no motivation to make anything edible, so cereal it is. you got the milk out, not bothering to heat it up and dumped it into a bowl. lazily kicking open the lower cupboard, you snatched the cereal box, and tried shoving the cereal into the bowl to then quickly shove it down your throat and get this horrible thing called breakfast out of the way... only, nothing came out. the box was empty.
okay, wow. are you serious right now?
you were starting to get irritated.
doesn't matter. I don't like eating anything this early anyway. it's good. perfect, even. I'll just have my morning coffee and be on my way.
you were out of coffee pods. and when you begrudgingly went to make instant coffee, you realised you were out of vanilla syrup as well. already running late, grabbing coffee on your way to work was not an option either.
excuse you!? I can't function without caffiene in my system. I'm practically a zombie without it.
getting ready quickly, you slipped on your favourite pair of sneakers, not caring about your work place dress code.
it can go fuck itself for all I care. I deserve to be comfy at least if I'm not having any caffiene today.
all set, just as you locked your gate, and took the first step forward, you noticed a weight dangling off right underneath your sneakers. glancing down, you were met with the adorable sight of your sole barely hanging on to the base of your shoe.
not my favourite sneakers!
that was just the beginning of the most horribly horrible day in the history of horrible days of your horrible life. and no, you were not exaggerating. the subway was incredibly crowded and you did not get a seat, hanging off the grab bars, bumping against sweaty bodies.
why are they sweaty this early in the goddamn morning!? did they forget the concept of showers?
you were standing right in front of a dude seated on the train bench, shamelessly trying to look up your skirt. you told him off, taking off a part of your frustration on him, with a teenage girl looking up at you in awe. you got to work about a whooping 34 minutes late, which your boss rubbed in your face all day (yes, no round offs here, "you were precisely 34 minutes late. every minute counts after all!"). your best friend called in sick. the canteen was out of your favourite acai. the dry as fuck bread might as well have been sandpaper. you zoned out during the meeting and made a blabbering fool out of yourself when asked for an opinion.
so yeah, when you came back home with a pounding headache - we have the lack of caffiene to thank for that - feeling like shit, wanting to drown in your blankets, and sob yourself to sleep, it was pretty reasonable, you supposed.
so you did just that.
minho was on his way over to your apartment after you had not replied to any of his texts all day. he sent you the usual morning message you loved so much, but never got a response. it was so unlike you. he sent another "are you alright?" message a couple hours later, only to be met with radio silence. figuring you were busy, he didn't bother you any further.
so here he was in an Uber with your apartment as his destination.
deftly climbing out of the cab, he knocked on your door softly a few times. and when he didn't get a response, he pulled the copy of the key you had given him and let himself in. even though he had a copy, he always preferred to knock. partly because he wanted to respect your privacy, which was very valuable to you. he had no sense of personal space or privacy when it came to dating, but it became clear pretty early on in the relationship, that it was something you deeply cared about. and he would always respect what was dear to you. the other reason was that over the course of time, he had come to enjoy seeing you open the door for him - wrapping him in your warm embrace, the blueberry scent that you carried with you everywhere flooding his senses and calming any lingering tension in his muscles - versus getting in himself.
entering your cozy place, he was immediately alert, fire alarms going off in his head upon seeing the darkness engulfing your apartment. the living room, kitchen, the small study room to the side, everything was plunged in darkness. you always kept the lights on and had some heavenly candle burning, which he had come to find comfort in. you never kept the lights off. he couldn't think of any other time when he came over and you had them off. never. except that one time when...
holy shit!
he dashed to the bedroom, swinging the door open, panic coursing through his veins.
at first, he thought the bed was empty with just a ball of blankets tangled together. but as he softly padded across the room to get to the bed, he saw a fluffy head of hair poking out from underneath the edge of the blanket.
gingerly, he tugged it down only to come face to face with your tear stained face. a look of pure horror flicked across his face, as against his better judgement - because you had clearly been through something and were finally getting some sleep - he softly whispers,
"bunny?"
you didn't even stir, clearly exhausted. he felt bad for trying to disturb you from your slumber but he just had to know that his nightmare was not unfolding right in front of his eyes.
"hey, baby, you okay?" he gently nudged your elbow.
opening your eyes, peering up at him through tear drenched eyelashes, you go "minho?" voice groggy.
he gets into bed with you, sliding under the covers, wanting to comfort you. but he couldn't pull you into him just yet. keeping you at arms length, he mutters,
"you doing okay, bunny?" he studies your face and upon not seeing what he was fearing, relaxes a bit.
you don't say anything. instead, opting to slowly shift forward and sniffle into his chest.
"hey, hey, hey, talk to me, bunny. I'm here. I'm here. shhh." he started petting your hair, gliding his fingers through them, massaging your scalp just like he always did because it calmed you down.
"had the worst day." you barely mumble against his chest.
"it's okay. wanna talk about it?"
you slightly shake your head no, grip on him tightening.
"it's okay. everything's okay. I'm here now. we don't have to talk about it. just relax for me, yeah?"
you sigh at that, his hand in your hair lulling you back into the limbo between consciousness and sleep. your breathing evened out soon enough and you felt at peace at last, after the horrible fucking day - the day that could honestly go fucking fuck itself for fucking you over. the fucking irritati-
"woah, woah, bunny, what has you worked up again?" minho's words broke you out of the trance you didn't realise you'd slipped into.
"huh?"
"you're trembling." he wound the other arm underneath and around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his other hand still in your hair, his chin atop your head.
"you're with me, baby. you're safe."
as your shivering started to subside, he couldn't help but think back to that horrifying thought again. although he did somehow relax a bit initially, his mind was once again plagued with the possibility.. what if-
"no!" he didn't catch himself saying that out loud, until your head snapped up to look at him with bloodshot eyes. the sight broke his heart.
"are you okay, minho?" you whisper, somehow feeling selfish for not noticing until now that he seemed to be worked up too. as comforting as his hold on you was, you were just now realising his body was tense. did he have a bad day too?
as he looked down at you, he scanned your features, carefully trying to gauge out what was actually going on. he didn't see that look on your face. looking into your eyes, he didn't see that distant, far off, aloof emptiness that he once did - all those months ago. he kept staring at you for what felt like hours, eyes never staying at one place for long, nervously raking over every one of your features. but then why were the lights off when he came in? surely history isn't repeating itself. surely you're not-
"minho?"
he jumps at that, coming out of whatever rabbit hole he had gone into. you were looking at him with wide eyes, still bleary from tears and sleep. he found his resolve crumble. he really did want to give you space, to not rush you into telling him what was wrong, but the panic bubbling in his chest was making him downright nauseous with worry. so he says,
"you... you're no- you're not" he gulps "you..." he trails off, words forming an ugly lump in his throat he didn't seem to be able to swallow.
looking into his eyes, you could see the panic, the tension, the dread, his normally handsome face pale with terror.
as if a light bulb went off in your head, you suddenly knew exactly what he was thinking.
you lunge forward, knocking him back a little, clenching your hands into fists and balling up the material of the shirt in front of his chest, burying your face in his neck.
"no, baby, no. I'm okay. it's okay"
you could still feel him tense underneath your fingertips, so you pull your head from where it was nestled in his neck, looking straight into his eyes. steeling yourself, mustering up what little resolve you had left after the day, you spoke with as much assertion as you could,
"I'm not having an episode, minho. that was months ago," you stressed on the word "that was months ago, baby. I went to therapy, I got treated, I got well. it's all in the past now. I'm all healed."
"you know there's no such things as healed. we- we did go to therapy but it can resurface anytime." his voice was barely above a whisper, wobbling around the edges.
we.
he always did that. even back then, it was always we for him. "we were suffering", "we went to therapy", "we'll get through this together", "we're doing better now", "we got over it", "we're gonna stay strong"...
when you look up at him, you see the beginning of tears starting to form in his sombre eyes. your heart clenched.
leaning forward, you softly cupped his face with both hands, voice low but still confident, if only to assure him,
"I know. but you know we can tell when it's happening, right? I can tell that I'm fine. but even moreso, you can see that I'm fine, right? you were always able to tell just by looking at me for a second."
he examines your face once again. after a beat, he's eyes droop into a relaxed stance, his body going limp beside you.
"yeah, you're fine. b-but i.. it scared me. I was scared, baby. it was a very difficult time for us."
there it is, us.
"I- I just.." his voice broke, tears now steadily falling down his pretty, pretty face, dropping onto the mattress, taking your heart with them.
you moved toward him once again, mushing him against you this time, his body plaint in your hold, seeking your warmth.
"I know, baby, I know. it was. but its over now, okay?"
he continued sobbing quietly.
"minho, look at me" he did. you forced a pained smile "I'm smiling, see?"
he let out a huff at that, what could've been a chuckle if he wasn't so out of breath from crying.
"that's obviously fake."
"but if i was indeed.. uh- unwell", you didn't know how else to put it, "I won't be able to fake it either."
which was true. if you were back to that state of mind where you felt breathless in your own skin - a place you might have still been dwelling in, if it wasn't for your boyfriend - you wouldn't even have the energy to talk, let alone try to fake a smile.
he just hummed and went back to snuggle his head in your chest.
"Mr. lee, are you using this as an excuse to cope a feel?" you attempted to lighten the mood.
this time, he actually did chuckle. the sound warmed your heart, healing all the exhaustion from your body.
"do I need an excuse to grope you, bunny?" he was back to his teasing self apparently, shamelessly dragging his hand down to your ass, cupping it and squeezing. hard.
you laughed at that, pecking his lips gently and let yourself relax, his hand still on your ass by the way.
you don't how long you lay there like that with him, listening to the quiet sounds of his breathing, once again floating in the blissful clutches of sleep, albeit, a lot more relaxed now.
and while you were still half awake, you felt something warm, and soft on the top of your head. the feeling travelled down to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, warming you. it was only when it ghosted against your lips did you realise that it was minho peppering your face with doting kisses. in your dazed state, you could faintly make out his hands brushing your hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear, tenderly caressing your back.
still more than half asleep, you murmur with your eyes closed, a stupid lazy smile on your face,
"min?"
he smiled at the nickname, the look in his eyes growing even fonder. you never call him that. that nickname is reserved for when you're either trying to act cute to get something from him or during your sleepy incoherent mumbling, apparently. he keens at that, heart fluttering, refusing to stay in one place.
while he's busy swooning, you call out again, pouting, with the same goddamn nickname, sounding entirely too sweet and cute for a grown ass woman. it's almost a whine and is enough to make his head spiral down the gutter. how you whine when you're under him, looking up at him with wide doe-eyes, your face contorted in pleasure, his di-
snapping out of his train of dirty thoughts about an unassuming you, he looks down and is met with your closed eyelids, looking so peaceful and fragile in his hold, and immediately wills himself to calm the fuck down. how humiliating would it be to pop a boner right now. taking a deep breath all he manages to say is,
"mm?"
"thank you."
"what for, bunny?"
"no one's ever done this to me." you mindlessly mumble, not really answering his question, clearly out of it due to your sleepy muddle.
"done what?"
"kissed me like this while I'm asleep. adored me like you do."
his heart swelled at that. wounding around you even more, he spoke into your hair,
"you've got me now. I adore you, bunny. so much."
blissful in your sleepy haze, you shift closer, drifting off into the distant slumber, knowing that you were adored. by a person you adored just as much.
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Headcanons on what Tim & Brian [marblehornets] would be like h!gh on their own
a/n: this post is sfw. this post only contains the characters tim wright and brian haight. if you’d like to see anymore characters you can check out my other post here or you can request someone in my dms.
TW- smoking & weed
Tim ▹
- not really into it if we’re being honest
- “having a cigarette is better”
- the only time he smokes weed is when he really can’t sleep or just feels overwhelmed and needs something to knock him out
- he can’t roll because he never smokes anything but joints
- will have an edible sometimes
- brian would definitely teach him how to roll if he asked though
- usually will stand outside and smoke
- once he’s finished he goes to his room and reads a book
- give him 30 minutes to an hour and he’ll be out cold
- even if he wanted to keep himself awake while high, he would not be able to fight the sleepiness fighting behind his eyes
- does not enjoy smoking in a group or with other people (besides brian)
- it just kinda irritates him to be around people while high, not to mention the minor anxiety that slowly kicks in
- so yea he doesn’t smoke much but when he does, it’s usually mostly for medical reasons
Brian ▹
- you might not think he is, but he is definitely a pothead
- this man knows how to ROLL. he places second place next to ben as first
- will use anything from edibles to bongs to pipes to blunts i mean anything
- has made his own bong once when his other one broke as a placeholder
- started smoking to help keep him relaxed but bro started to love it a little too much. cause now he gets high every night
- and sometimes the morning before a shower
- his clothes may smell fine but trust that his room smells strongly of weed
- when he gets high he usually just chills, watches a show, or doodles mini comics (i hc he’s a comic lover)
- please don’t put him, ben, and toby in the same room when they are high unless you want the place to burn down
- depending on who he is with he can either be super chill and relaxed or extremely chaotic
- basically matches peoples vibes when he’s high which is why many of the creeps love to smoke with him
- basically he’s apart of everyones dream blunt rotation
- loves to get high before a shower or before a nightly walk
- big pipe collection
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On Pins and Needles
Pairing: Mitsuya x Original Female Character
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~4.1k
Summary: You babysit Luna and Mana for the first time. Mitsuya catches up with Draken before attending a short, but tumultuous Toman meeting at Musashi Shrine.
Author's Note: Please enjoy chapter 2 of this series! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated. Would love to hear what you think about this so far! You can also read this on my ao3.
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“You cooked spaghetti? From scratch?” Mitsuya hovers over the hot pan on the stove, covered to keep warm. “Are you sure it’s edible?”
Draken punches him playfully in the arm, smirking. “Shut up, asshole. I didn’t invite you for dinner just to talk shit.”
He nudges his friend in the ribs. “I just never thought I’d see you all domesticated and shit. It’s creeping me out.”
“Do you want to eat or not?” he huffs, shoving a clean plate towards him.
Draken and Mitsuya have known each other since they were kids, friends bounded forever by their matching dragon tattoos. It wouldn’t seem like it, considering how attached to the hip he is with Mikey, but Draken remains the most loyal to Mitsuya, and vice versa. To see his friend like this, cooking regular dinners in a normal apartment with his long-term girlfriend is a dream he’s been wishing for since the night they shared that meal together at his unusual home. Draken has never lived an ordinary life; orphaned, raised by sex workers in a brothel, destined to be a delinquent from the start. Out of everyone, he’s the most deserving of simplicity, of stability. And it seems at last, he’s found it.
Mitsuya twirls his fork around the heaping pile of pasta, sticking the huge bite into his mouth. Surprised, he blurts out, “Oh shit, it’s actually good.”
Draken kicks him in the shin from across the table, grunting. “Of course it’s fucking good, did you think I’d serve you shitty spaghetti?”
Laughing, Mitsuya swallows the rest of his food, sipping on his glass of water. “When did you learn to cook? It hasn’t been that long since I was here last, right?” He usually comes over to hang out with Draken and Emma at least once a month, whenever his mom isn’t working the night shift. Their meals always involve ordering take-out or delivery, and the kitchen remains untouched unless they’re reheating leftovers. So, the sudden switch to homemade meals is a pleasant surprise.
“I started about three weeks ago,” Draken answers, chewing on a meatball.
“Why?”
He doesn’t respond right away, properly finishing his bite, staring down at his plate. Then, he announces, “Emma’s pregnant.”
Mitsuya’s eyes widen, and a piece of food drops from his mouth. “Holy shit,” is all he manages to utter.
Draken finally looks up, grinning, eyes glowing with joy. “I know.”
They both get up from their seats to embrace, Mitsuya patting him hard on the back, repeating, “Holy shit!” a little more excited this time.
“It’s fucking nuts, man. When she showed me the test, I lost it. Who knew that pee on a stick would make a grown man cry?” There are tears in his eyes now, shaking his head at his friend, still in disbelief. “The next day, I decided that we need to start saving money, which means no more eating out. So, I learned how to cook. And I guess I’m pretty good at it.”
For the third time, Mitsuya mutters, “Holy shit,” unable to stop grinning.
“I can’t wait for Emma to get home from work so she can show you the picture. She specifically told me not to show you until she’s here, so you’re going to have to wait.” The two boys sit down to return to their meal, enjoying their pasta with bigger smiles on their faces.
“She’s working? Doesn’t she get maternity leave or something?”
“Idiot, they don’t give maternity leave till the third trimester. She’s only eleven weeks pregnant right now.”
Mitsuya nods silently, stuffing his mouth with another bite. It’s at this point that he is reminded how young he is, ignorant to adult matters such as this. Draken’s always seemed much older than his age, forced to grow up too fast. Both he and Emma opted out of high school. Draken started working as a mechanic for a local car shop as soon as he turned sixteen while Emma climbed her way through retail jobs until she landed a receptionist role at a dentist’s office down the street. And although they don’t make the most money, they are steady. Solid. Most important, they’re happy. “Can’t believe Ken Ryuguji is going to be a father,” Mitsuya says quietly, more to himself than the soon-to-be dad in front of him.
“It’s crazy, isn’t it?”
He gazes at his friend. “It’s actually the least crazy thing I’ve heard. You’re going to be a great dad, Draken.”
He chuckles, blushing. “Come on, man. Don’t say such sappy shit.” He smiles, focusing on the plate of food in front of him, clearly elated.
It's exciting news, of course, and Mitsuya is beyond thrilled about it. He can’t help being nervous for his friends, though, especially since Draken is still very much affiliated with Toman. Don’t get him wrong, he would die for Toman. He would kill for Toman. Is it a good idea to welcome a new baby into this type of world? Expose them to crime, violence, unwavering and sometimes dangerous loyalty? He wouldn’t change his life for anything; that doesn’t mean he’s blind to the flaws and obstacles involved in it.
Halfway through their meal, Emma arrives, excited to see him. “Taka!” she greets happily, dropping her bag on the floor. He glances at her belly, searching for any signs of a baby in there; he considers re-taking sex ed based on how oblivious he is about this. She flicks his head, laughing. “I take it that Draken already told you the news. And no, I’m not showing yet.”
He scratches the nape of his neck, embarrassed. “Ha, I know. I was just…checking.”
The parents-to-be cackle, amused at how dense he is for someone who is already legally an adult. They poke fun at him even harder when Emma reveals the sonogram, and he can’t properly locate the fetus, exclaiming, “Why does it look like an alien?!”
Emma sits at the table with them, helping herself to a large plate of her boyfriend’s spaghetti, slurping on a big bite of noodles. Mitsuya asks, “So, how did Mikey react to the news?”
She wipes residual sauce off her lips with a napkin, answering, “Well, we haven’t told him yet.”
He glances at Emma, then at Draken, confused. “What? Why?”
Both of them focus on their plates, avoiding eye contact. “It’s not the right time yet.”
He doesn’t pester them further, noticing Emma’s now quiet disposition at the mention of her brother. It’s strange to think that they’re keeping something as important as this from Mikey, someone they practically worship, someone they love. What could be the reason? Reading the room, Mitsuya doesn’t mention anything involving Mikey the rest of dinner, instead catching them up on school, his sisters, and his most recent project, which is teaching his classmate Shimizu how to sew. They listen intently, happy to hear that he’s doing well, for the most part. Draken shows him a few of the recipes he’s tried so far, with Emma in the background raving about each one. As it approaches closer to nine, the two men leave on their motorbikes towards Musashi Shrine for the big Toman meeting.
They ride beside each other, the night breeze surrounding them in an exhilarating rush of wind, cruising through the bustling streets of Shibuya. Mitsuya always feels nostalgia cruising next to his old friend, as if they’re still kids, acting tough and pretending to know what they’re getting themselves into. In reality, they had no clue what being in a gang entailed. At the time, it’s what gave them purpose; it gave them power. And being young and impressionable teenagers, that’s all they wanted: to be a part of something bigger and greater than themselves.
“Hey, Mitsuya,” Draken yells over the sound of his engine. “About Mikey. I know it’s been a while since you’ve been to a captain’s meeting. So just a heads up: he’s been acting a little different recently.”
“What do you mean?”
“He just doesn’t seem like himself. We haven’t seen him outside a Toman meeting in over a month. Emma’s tried to reach out to him, but he always says he’s too busy to hang out. We don’t have a clue what’s going on with him.” Their reaction from earlier makes sense in this context. Knowing Emma, she’d want to share the big news with her older brother in person, not through text or phone.
Draken continues. “I’ve been so busy at the shop, so I haven’t had much free time myself. Still, I try to get through to Mikey, but he just doesn’t let me in. He’s even shutting out Takemitchy, and he loves that guy.”
Mitsuya is unsure how to respond. Being so preoccupied himself, he hasn’t been the best at keeping in touch with Mikey either. If his precious little sister can’t get through to him, who else can?
They arrive outside the shrine, parking their bikes at their usual spot, hidden from the public. Draken readjusts the braid on his head while Mitsuya fixes his helmet hair. “Do you think Mikey is okay, though?” It’s a silly question in retrospect, after hearing how withdrawn he’s being. To him, it’s all that matters; that his friend, who’s been through more shit than anyone else in a mere 18 years of living, is okay.
With a serious expression on his face, Draken replies, “Is Mikey ever just okay?”
~~~
While you slice scallions at the countertop in the kitchen, Luna and Mana sit cross-legged around the dining table, concentrated on drawing in their notebooks. You glance over to them, asking, “What are you drawing now, girls?”
“Fruit!” Luna answers. “What’s your favorite fruit, Miss Shimizu? I can draw it.”
You stop cutting to face them, smiling. “I like apples. And you don’t have to call me Miss, Luna. You can just call me Hana.”
“Okay Hana! I’ll draw some apples.” Luna grabs the red, green, and yellow crayons from the box, sketching her next piece on a new page.
The other sister has her tongue out, brows knit tightly together, extremely focused on the piece of paper in front of her. “How about you, Mana?” you ask, kneeling beside her. “What are you drawing?”
“An elephant,” she replies, expression relaxing a bit.
“Wow! Look at its big, long trunk! And floppy ears! It’s really great,” you compliment, patting her on the head.
She grins at you. “Thank you!”
Earlier, the three of you watched a few episodes of their favorite anime until you heard their stomachs rumbling, hungry for dinner. Mitsuya showed you the pantry with the instant ramen; you scoped the rest of the shelves, finding a can of Spam and some sesame seeds to elevate it.
You return to the cutting board, finishing off the rest of the green onions you found in the fridge, checking on the eggs you’re boiling on the stove. You’re hoping to get them soft-boiled, which would be a perfect addition to the meal. The last ingredient you prepare is the Spam; you slice and chop half a can into bite sized pieces, sautéing it in a pan until it’s slightly grilled on all four sides, setting it aside on a plate covered in a paper towels to soak the remaining grease.
From the corner of your eye, you catch Luna and Mana sniffing the air, eyes lighting up. Mana exclaims, “Smells yummy!” You smile to yourself, excited to see their delight, hoping that they like it.
By the time it’s almost seven, you instruct the girls to clear the table, which they do diligently. When they return, their eyes sparkle at the bowl of ramen in front of them.
“Wow!” they exclaim together, inhaling the aroma steaming from the soup.
Even you can admit that you did a good job with this; the presentation is delectable with the perfectly soft-boiled egg yolk running into the broth, pieces of meat scattered generously, all topped with a flourish of green onions and sesame seeds. If it doesn’t taste good, at least it looks good.
Thankfully, it’s a hit with the girls, who slurp their noodles cheerfully, adding their own commentary between bites.
“The Spam is so yummy!”
“The soup is so tasty!”
“This egg is perfect!”
“It’s so delicious!”
You try not to let the praise get to your head, remembering that your two critics are little girls and not professionals; still, you feel warm and fuzzy inside, seeing their bright faces enjoying the dish your prepared for them. Sipping on a spoonful of broth, you ask casually, “What kind of food does your mom cook?”
After slurping on a long noodle, Luna responds, “Mom doesn’t really cook. She only knows how to make rice. And that doesn’t count because it’s in a rice cooker.”
“Taka does all the cooking for us!” Mana chimes in, squishing a piece of Spam between her fingers before popping it into her mouth.
Your ears perk up at the mention of their older brother. Seriously, what can’t he do? “So what are your favorite meals that he makes?”
Mana replies, “He makes really good fried rice!”
“Oh, and chicken stir fry!” Luna adds. “He makes ramen sometimes when he’s in a hurry, but he doesn’t put all this yummy stuff like you do.”
“You should teach him how to make it like this!” the youngest suggests.
“I’m sure he doesn’t need me to teach him anything.” After all, he’s the one teaching you. What could he possibly learn from you that he doesn’t already know himself? There’s nothing special about you; you’reordinary.
The three of you finish the rest of your meal, bellies full and nourished, ready to continue the night playing with their dolls and action figures. Each toy has a detailed backstory that you listen to with intrigue. Their Hello Kitty doll is in love with the Bumblebee Transformer; their romance ends tragically because the robot lives a double life as a car and the cat hates cars. Their creepily realistic baby doll is the child of Goku, who appears to have been played with too roughly over the years. They zoom around the world, which in this case is their living room, fighting giant Pikachu, who Mana portrays perfectly.
Five different make-believe scenarios later, it’s already past nine. What time do children usually sleep anyways on a Friday night? Before you can suggest bedtime, Luna and Mana both surround you, peering up at you with irresistible puppy dog eyes. “Hana, can we please get some ice cream from Lawson’s? It’s just down the street.”
“Please Miss Hana!”
“It’ll be really quick!”
You smirk, unable to deny them when they’ve been so well-behaved all night. “Alright, but you have to stay with me the whole time, okay? No running off.”
“We promise!”
“We can hold hands!”
And that’s what you do, walking along the pathway towards the 24-hour convenience store, both girls at either side of you, cheering when they see the illuminated blue sign sparkling in the distance. Inside, they pick out their favorite frozen treat while you do the same, adding a few snacks you think they’d like for the next time you babysit. On the way back to their house, you stay huddled together, enjoying your ice cream in the peaceful late-night breeze.
~~~
Mitsuya and Draken sit on the steps, waiting for more of the captains and vice-captains to arrive before heading up. Takemitchy, Chifuyu, and Hakkai arrive together, greeting Mitsuya gleefully after not having seen him in a while. Eventually, Smiley and Mucho show up, and all together, they head up the stairs, passing through the swarm of men standing at attention.
Mikey is already front and center, long overcoat hanging proudly over his shoulders. He towers over everyone else despite his small stature; it’s a skill that only Toman’s leader holds. When the other captains arrive, they stand before him, except for Draken, who takes his place beside Mikey. Mitsuya notices them talking to each other quietly, hands covering their mouths to prevent the others from reading their lips. Mikey gives him a subtle glare, turning away to avoid his gaze. What was said to instigate a reaction like that?
Draken’s voice booms loudly. “Alright, listen up! Mikey’s got something to say!”
Mikey steps forward, staring blankly at the crowd in front of him. “There’s a new gang that has emerged from Shinjuku: The Leviathans. I’m sure some of you have already heard about them. They are small, but they’re quickly growing in numbers each passing day. They’re promising new members freedom to do as they please, which means these thugs are picking fights with anyone that crosses their path. I’ve encountered a few already.”
The crowd starts buzzing, some sharing their own stories, others surprised at this recent development. When it gets too loud, Draken yells out, “Shut up!”
Quiet again, Mikey continues. “They’re amateurs when it comes to fighting, but they’re all unhinged and hungry for blood, which makes them dangerous.”
“Too dangerous for Toman? Yeah right!” someone yells. “Let them fight us. We always win!”
Draken repeats, more aggressively this time, “Shut up! Let Mikey talk!”
With a serious expression on his face, Mikey says, “That being said, maybe we need people like that in Toman. Men who are willing to die for our cause. So, we’ve devised a plan to infiltrate the Leviathans and absorb them into Toman.”
The bustle amongst the men grows louder. Someone asks, “How are we going to do that?”
Draken starts, but Mikey cuts him off instantly. “I’ve assigned Kisaki and Hanma to lead the charge.”
The vice-leader gapes at him, clearly shocked by this. Mitsuya reacts similarly, turning to Takemitchy beside him and whispering, “What?! Kisaki and Hanma?” He hasn’t forgotten the trouble those two have caused for Toman and his friends. Lies, deceit, lack of empathy, cruelty, this only scratches the surface of what those two have exhibited since they joined a few years ago.
Takemitchy glances at him, also stunned. “What’s Mikey thinking?”
“I’m also appointing them to third and fourth division captains.”
This causes an uproar, even from Draken. “Mikey! When did we decide on this?!”
Without looking his way, Mikey states, “I decided it right now.”
Takemitchy runs up to him, pleading, “Mikey, don’t do this! We can’t trust them! Remember what they did during the fight with Taiju?”
Mikey kneels, staring him down in the face, dead in the eyes, gripping the collar on his shirt. “Are you questioning my memory Takemitchy? Do you think I’m stupid enough to forgot?”
He shakes his head. “No, no, no Mikey! I’m not saying that at all! I’m just…shocked you would trust them with something to important!”
“Who else should I trust to tame wild beasts but the wild beasts themselves?” he mutters, pushing his friend off, standing to address the gang. “My decision is final. If you don’t like it, feel free to leave Toman. Just remember: if you’re not with us, you’re against us. Dismissed.”
With that, Mikey, turns on his heel, not bothering to elaborate his announcement to anyone else despite their protests. Draken follows him, talking to him with no response, the two disappearing in the darkness. The rest of the men burst into chatter, many of them questioning Mikey’s decision, a few agreeing with him blindly.
Mitsuya stands beside Takemitchy, placing his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, sighing. “Don’t worry. I’m sure there’s a reason for this. We just have to trust Mikey.”
Takemitchy turns to face him, tears in his eyes. “Has Draken told you?”
“About what?”
“How Mikey’s been lately?”
He shrugs. “He told me he’s been a little quiet. So what?”
He grabs Mitsuya’s shoulders, shaking him. “That’s an understatement! Mikey hasn’t talked to any of us! We have no idea what he’s doing. It’s like he’s not even here!”
“Takemitchy, calm down – ”
“He’s gone, Mitsuya. And I don’t know where to find him.” There’s desperation in his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks, gripping tightly to his jacket.
He didn’t realize how bad it’s gotten. No one told him that Mikey was behaving this way until recently. His regular life as a student sheltered him from this, so much that he neglected it, missing out on meetings and regular hangouts with his crew. He forgot what his major priorities are: aside from being Luna and Mana’s big brother, he’s a Tokyo Manji gang member for life. That’s what he signed up for five years ago. That’s what he committed his future to.
“Takemitchy, we’ll bring him back, okay? Mikey’s not gone. He’s just lost. We’ll bring him back,” he repeats, reassuring his buddy. “We’ll bring him back.”
~~~
After your little trip to the store for ice cream, you instruct the girls to brush their teeth and get ready for bed, which is met by disappointed groans. When you offer to watch one movie with them before they sleep, they’re frowns turn into smiles, hurrying to change into their pajamas so that the three of you can cuddle on the couch, surrounded by blankets, squished between the giant Pikachu and a few random plushies they collected from their bedroom. Halfway through the film, Luna’s eyes begin to drift closed, while Mana is already snoring to your other side. As gently as possible, you carry them one-by-one into their room, laying them carefully on their mattress. With both kids tucked comfortably beneath the covers, you shut the door quietly, heading to the couch to finish the rest of the movie on a lower volume. It’s past eleven when you hear keys jingling from outside and the front door creak open.
You turn to see Mitsuya emerge from the darkness of the hallway. “Hey,” he greets in a hushed voice. “Sorry I’m a little late. I grabbed a bite with some of my friends before heading home.” He scans the room, smirking at all the stuffed animals chilling on the couch. “I’m assuming things went well, since it doesn’t look like a complete disaster in here.”
“Yeah. It was fun. Your sisters are really sweet. They even drew something to decorate the fridge.” You point out the artwork hung by magnets, one of the elephant Mana created, the other of the variety of apples by Luna.
“That’s awesome,” he says, smiling. He glances at the stove, inspecting the pot on top of one of the burners. “What did you end up making for dinner?”
“Just some instant ramen. I added a few ingredients to make it fancy.”
“Wow. I’m impressed.” He uncovers the lid, smelling the leftover soup. “If I had known you had extras, I would have just eaten here instead.”
“There’s not that much left over. There’s half a can of Spam and an extra soft-boiled egg in the fridge in case you want to add that in for tomorrow.” You lean against the counter, watching him.
“A soft-boiled egg? You really did make it fancy. The girls must have loved it.”
“Yeah, I think they did. They even said I should teach you how to make it.”
He chuckles, eyes twinkling at you. “Maybe you should. I’m always down to learn.”
There’s an odd flutter in your belly, unfamiliar and foreign. Doing your best to ignore it, you change gears quickly. “Anyways, I should probably head home before it gets too late.”
“I’ll take you. I can’t let you walk alone when it’s almost midnight.”
You wave him off. “I’ll be fine, I only live ten minutes away – ”
He interjects, slipping into his shoes. “I’m taking you. It’s the least I could do for making you watch the brats tonight.”
“You’re already teaching me how to sew, that’s more than enough.”
“So let me just take you home, then, okay? It’s really not a big deal.”
He’s being very persistent, and you don’t want to appear rude by repeatedly rejecting his offer. So, you relent, gathering your bag, following him out the door towards the motorbike. He passes you the same helmet from earlier, grinning. “I promise I’ll go slower this time,” he says, giving you a wink. The weird sensation in the pit of your stomach returns, only growing stronger as you slide your hands around his waist, reciting your address to him before he fires the engine, zooming out of the neighborhood.
Five minutes later, you arrive outside your home, windswept and flustered, most importantly, in one piece. Hopping off the bike, you unbuckle the helmet, passing it to him.
“Keep it,” he says, pushing it back towards you.
You stare at him, bewildered. He laughs, explaining, “I don’t usually take anyone else on the bike, so you can keep it for now. Just remember to bring it on Fridays.”
Not wanting to question him further, you murmur, “Okay. Thank you.”
“I’ll see you at school.”
“Yeah. Have a good weekend.”
He waves, rolling his bike in the opposite direction and cruising away.
With the helmet cradled in your hands, you head inside your house, greeting your parents before you run into your room, face hot with this unfamiliar sensation kindling in your chest.
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i’ll settle for one day
frankie “catfish” morales x f!reader
you finally get to spend some much needed alone time with your husband.
words: 2k
warnings: smut, sub (ish?) frankie, oral (f receiving), handjobs
a/n: i love u frankie
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“I mean, it doesn’t taste that burnt.”
You groan, shaking your head as Frankie pushes a slab of ham around with his fork. You’re sure he’s just saying it to be nice, because he quickly reaches for his beer to wash the taste down.
“I’m sorry, babe,” You say sadly, staring down at the charred meat. “I’ll stick with chicken nuggets and mac from now on.”
Frankie laughs, and focuses on the grilled vegetables instead. You curse yourself for the hundredth time tonight; the one time Eva is out of the house you fuck up dinner.
Mr. and Mrs. Morales had been kind enough to watch your little girl for the night. It’s been ages since you and Frankie have had a night to yourself; a one-year-old is a lot of work.
“We can order Chinese later if you’re hungry,” You note, putting your fork down.
“S’okay, cariño,” He says through a mouthful of asparagus. “There’s something else I’d rather eat.”
You scoff at his crudeness, but don’t ignore the way your stomach churns.
The two of you make small talk as you eat whatever edible is left on your plates. Not much of the meat is salvageable, but you make do with the vegetables and mashed potatoes.
Your old CD player changes the track, and Frankie perks up as the opening chords of Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac play.
“Honey, it’s our song,” He says happily, standing up after finishing his beer.
You take his hand and stand when he approaches, giggling when he wraps his free arm around your waist. Moving to the beat of the music, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies…”
Frankie sways you back and forth in his arms, murmuring the lyrics under his breath. Your heart is full as the two of you dance around the kitchen, stepping on each other’s toes. Frankie spins you under his arm and you laugh, knocking his worn baseball cap off of his head.
“You goof,” He chides lightly, resting his hands on your waist. He gently pushes you against the kitchen counter before leaning down and kissing you. He’s always so gentle with you, and it makes your entire body sing. Pulling him closer, you grip onto the soft material of his worn t-shirt.
“Bedroom?” Frankie asks, a bit breathless, grabbing at the top of your leggings.
“We have to do the dishes,” You remind him.
“Dishes can wait.”
He’s right- you can do dishes any day, but there are only ever a few moments where you two are alone.
The CD switches to the next track, but you don’t care; the two of you stumble to the bedroom in a flurry of kisses and touches. Once inside, Frankie kicks the door closed with a loud thump, pushing you against the edge of the bed. Your lips leave each other for a moment, just enough that you can scoot back to the middle of the comforter, before Frankie is on top of you again.
“Baby,” He hums, fiddling with the hem of your tank top, and pulling it off. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
“Frankie!” You laugh as he kisses your stomach, ghosting his lips over your warm skin. He messes with your leggings, pulling the tight material down your legs.
Frankie hurriedly takes off his shirt and sweeps his curls out of his face. His body isn’t as trim as it once was since he left the military, but he’s still perfect: still your Frankie. His dog tags clink against each other, resting against his skin. You reach out and thumb the Francisco A. Morales that’s stamped on the metal.
He’s back on top of you in an instant. Searching for some friction, you subconsciously rub your thighs together. You’re already embarrassingly wet, and your husband seems to notice.
“Please, honey, l-let me taste you.”
You nod vigorously, shivering when Frankie groans into your neck. His big, calloused hands move up and down your bare sides, grasping onto your warm skin like it’s the last thing he’ll ever touch.
Ever so gently, he pulls you forward so you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring at your navy blue panties, his eyes are wide and dark with arousal as he moves your thighs apart. Your chest heaves, and this damn bra is digging into your skin. Disgruntled, you undo the back clasp with relative ease and toss the stupid thing onto the floor.
“I- love you,” Frankie breathes, voice cracking.
“Oh, hon,” You coo, reaching out and cupping his face in your hands. You run your thumb over his bottom lip, which is wet from kissing, and stroke his scruff. His big brown eyes shine with oncoming tears; he always gets emotional during intimate moments with you. “I love you too. Never forget that, okay?”
Frankie nods, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.
You sit up straight so you can press a kiss to his forehead, and your partner takes that as a sign for him to settle onto his knees. He starts by placing timid kisses on the inside of your thighs, his mustache tickling your skin. You run your hand through his soft curls, twirling the dark hair between your fingers.
“So pretty, baby,” He mumbles, brushing his fingertips over your clothed cunt.
“Fuck, Frankie…” You groan. He slips his fingers under the waistband, urging you to lift your bottom up so he can take off your panties.
He eats you out like it’s his last meal.
You can’t help but shout when he first drags his tongue over your soaked opening. He’s a little sloppy, a little messy, but it still feels like heaven. You jerk forward when his nose bumps against your swollen clit.
“N-no touching yourself,” You stammer when you notice Frankie has one hand between his legs. He grunts, frustrated, against you, but isn’t dumb enough to disobey. His right hand returns to its place on your thigh. “Good boy.”
In response to the praise, Frankie moves his attention to your clit. A broken moan falls from your lips. You curse when your partner slips a finger inside of you, curling it slightly.
You let him stay between your thighs for a while; you know how much he gets off on getting you off. But, when your legs start to feel numb and there’s a familiar pressure in your stomach, you gently push him away.
“Frankie, I don’t want to cum yet,” You tell him. He rests his cheek against the inside of your thigh, nuzzling into you. “Let me feel you, yeah?”
The man nods and hums his agreement, clumsily standing up off of the floor. You eye the outline of his hard dick in his jeans, and you can’t help but reach out to squeeze his length.
“Mph,” Frankie hums, rocking his hips forward into your hand.
“Take these damn pants off,” You order, and he scrambles to obey.
“You should wear these jeans more,” You say casually. “They make your ass look good.”
Frankie looks away and chuckles, kicking his jeans off of his legs. You bite back a laugh when you see the small cat illustrations on his boxers. He stands between your legs, letting you rest your hands on his hips. You trail your fingers down the dark hair that leads to his crotch, and his abdomen flexes in response.
Ever so slowly, you take his cock out of the fabric.
Frankie groans as you take his warm length in your hand. He’s already rock hard and leaking, tip flushed an angry red from the teasing. You give him a tentative stroke; his hips jerk and he thrusts up into your hand.
“Feels good?” You tantalize, using your free hand to massage the base of his cock.
“Yeah,” Frankie moans, low and pleased.
“Are you ready to fuck me, Frankie?”
He actually whimpers, nodding vigorously.
Giddy, you shuffle back onto the bed, leaning back onto the pillows. After removing his boxers, he climbs on top of you, the bed dipping from his weight and his cock bobbing. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
Frankie kisses you with so much force that it knocks the air from your lungs. He whimpers against your lips, jerking his hips forward so his cock slides between your folds.
“Always so desperate,” You tease, breathless, as he drags his mouth over your neck.
“Lemme fuck you, sweetheart,” He pleads between kisses. “Wanna fuck you so bad, m’so hard for you.”
“Dammit, Frankie,” You curse, moaning when the tip of his cock bumps against your sensitive clit.
You’re too impatient to make him wait a little longer, or beg for it more, so you just nod and tap your heel against his back. He reaches down with one hand to grip the base of his cock, and slowly guide himself into you. Both of you moan when he’s all the way in, hips flushed against yours.
You feel stuffed.
“C’mon,” You groan, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He sets a steady pace, thrusting into you deep and then pulling out so far that only the tip is in you. Between feverish kisses, you clench down around him whenever he moans or whines in your ear. He’s a talker if you’ve ever heard one: praises like such a tight little pussy and feels s’good, baby fall from his lips. You nearly scream when his rough thumb comes down on your swollen clit, rubbing quick circles against the nerves. The drag of his cock against your walls has you gripping onto his broad shoulders.
“Holy sh-it,” He groans, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure. He stills for a moment, catching his breath. His tags are pressed between your bodies, surely leaving an imprint on your skin.
“Not yet,” You warn when you feel him squeeze himself. “Not before I do.”
“Yeah, mi amor, of course,” He murmurs, his mustache scraping against your cheek.
You hum your approval before he picks up the pace again.
You moan with every thrust into your wet cunt, clenching around Frankie’s thick length. He slips his hand under your thigh, lifting your leg up enough to hit deep inside you.
“Fuck, right there!” You shout, thighs beginning to shake from the pleasure. Frankie pants and grunts in your ear, and you’re almost there, you just need-
With a shaky hand, your husband presses down on your clit and rubs.
You shout as you reach your peak, stomach twisting as you spasm around Frankie’s cock. He speeds up his thrusts, obviously working himself towards his own release. Your pussy aches, a little overstimulated, but you lie there and take it.
“You can cum now, baby- did so good, cum for me.”
Twisting his face in pure pleasure, Frankie’s hips stutter and he sinks in all the way, spilling his release inside of you.
“Fuuuck,” He groans loudly as his cock twitches a few more times. You can feel the warmth of his cum, which sends a spark of arousal down your spine.
The two of you are still for a moment, catching your breath. Frankie looks completely wrecked: his curls are wild and unruly, and his cheeks are flushed red.
Slowly, you hold out your arms, a silent plea for him to touch you. Frankie engulfs you in what can only be described as a bear hug, peppering kisses down your jaw. You whine when he rolls you onto your side, his cock slipping out of your spent cunt.
“Hi,” You whisper, nose so close to his that they’re almost touching.
“Hi,” Frankie echoes with a smile. Drawing abstract shapes on your back, he gently rubs at your shoulder blades.
“I missed nights like this,” You say quietly, staring deep into your husband’s soulful eyes. “We need to give Eva to your parents more often.”
Frankie laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before sitting up. You immediately miss his body next to yours.
“I’ll get us cleaned up,” He says, squeezing your thigh before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom.
You lie on the bed, waiting for him to return, overwhelmed with love.
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