#I WAS TRYING TO BE HELPFUL AND MAKE YOUR LAZY ASS LUNCH IF IT CAN EVEN BE CALLED THAT ANYMORE CONSIDERING ITS ALMOSR 4 PM

[scoobysnakz]

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||* Maybe it's because he's safe and keeps you warm in times or need. Or maybe it's because he has those unruly salt and pepper hair and worry lines. Either way, you want him and maybe he wants you.

Maybe you don't know, or maybe you don't care. But he can smell you, the rush of dopamine when he turns his back and you can see his trapezius shining deliciously in his dimly lit room.

pt2

||* dilf!miguel, vaginal fingering, praise kink, eye contact, perv!miguel, college-age reader, lap sitting, slight hair pulling, one shot, Daddy issues, Dom/sub, smut written by a virgin, not proof read

You're young. And oblivious. So painfully oblivious.

At first, Miguel had just assumed it was a defence mechanism. Don’t give them a reaction and they’ll leave you alone. But the more you smile at the guys flirting with you, the more you lean into their non-platonic hugs, the more certain he becomes that you’re just unaware.

And- in all honesty- he's jealous. He doesn't want to feel the shame that weighs down on his shoulders each time your expression softens at his praise. He doesn't want to feel guilt for watching your hips sway as you walk away. He doesn't want to be like them but he craves the audacity to leer at you in broad daylight.

Maybe it's his morals or maybe it's because he's a coward.

Either way, you’re young and oblivious. And deep down, he loves it.

It's worse in HQ, these men are meant to have morals, good morals, and yet they treat you like a fuckdoll to the eyes.

Your perfect, untouched, college body just for them to perv at.

And Miguel hates it. He hates how he has to ignore your pretty eyes staring up at him as he talks, how he has to scold every Spiderman for being a pervert, and he hates how he's just as bad.

Maybe if you weren't so bubbly sweet he wouldn't have to spend each night palming himself to the thought of your perky body, every shower spurting his hot cum on the misty glass and every moment alone with his office with the doors locked and hand muffling his moans.

“Migs?” that nickname, that only you can use, that only you dared to think of.

He turns to face you, a lazy smile drawn across his painfully perfect lips. “Princessa?” And you immediately try to hide the blush that threatens to bloom on your cheeks.

You hold out your hands, a tray holding a ‘spidey spectacular’ on top. In reality, it's nothing spectacular- a beef burger with barbecue sauce, large fries and a medium drink.

“Got you some lunch,” you grin.

He hops down from his podium, cringing at how your body tenses at the loud thud. “Why?” his tone is harsh, cold, forced.

He knows why. You care, you check in on him when no one else does, you randomly ask him if he's drinking more water than coffee that day, if he actually went to sleep the night previous- unknowing to the thoughts of you that kept him up.

“You haven't eaten today,” you stick your arms out, a playful smile on your face and he doesn't ask how you know. You just do, “and you can't capture those nettlesome anomalies on an empty stomach!”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Nettlesome?”

You laugh, a soft one that makes his core ache with need. “My literature professor has permanently engrained fancy words into my brain.” your shocking professor. Probably some perv who keeps you behind to help you with your tests and oggles at your perfectly shaped ass when you bend over to pick up a pen.

And a painful reminder that as mature as you may be, you’re still young. 18 years too young.

He takes the burger from the tray, gaze lingering on the second as he tries to decide if it's for him or not.

“I’m eating with you,” you answer his question without him asking.

“No, princessa.”

You huff at him, soft, rounded lips falling into a pout. It's a habit you've made- bringing him lunch and sitting with him to make sure he's actually eating the food you've bought no matter how hard he protests.

“Fine. I won't eat with you, I'll just sit and stare and probably piss you off,” you smile smugly at him.

“Whatever,” he grumbles, turning away from you and throwing the paper from the burger in the bin.

You hum in response, not even caring for his grouchy attitude because it doesn't bother you. Because you're young, and you don't understand how men work yet.

He pulls himself up to his podium, glowing red webs dangling from the large metal disk where you soon follow.

Maybe you don't know, or maybe you don't care. But he can smell you, the rush of dopamine when he turns his back and you can see his trapezius shining deliciously in his dimly lit room.

You pull yourself close to him, hand resting just between his thigh and yours. So soft and delicate and he wants to ruin the innocence within them. Wants to see your dainty fingers wrapped around his cock, wants to see how you use those digits inside of yourself while- hopefully- thinking of him.

“How’s school?” he feels like an awkward uncle at an even more awkward Christmas party. Is this what it's come to? Him having to ask about your college life because that's your main focus because you’re young… er.

A small scoff escapes you, and you immediately cover up with a cough.

“I’m not seven,” you tease, hand held out to shove him but you immediately withdraw it which makes him frown.

“You look it.” it's your turn to frown.

You blink up at him, wondering if he knows how you crave these sweet moments between the two of you. You hate how dependent you've become on him, how you can't get through the day without thinking of him and using his health as an excuse to come see him.

“You’re an ass,” you fold your arms across your chest, nose scrunching in feigned irritation.

Miguel clicks his tongue at you, head cocking to the side in disapproval. “Language, princessa.”

You mutter a feeble “sorry”, a forced waver to your voice that makes him chuckle lightly.

You turn your head to face him, his dark, almost curls illuminated by the neon orange of his numerous monitors. His eyes meet yours, deep maroon paralysing you in place, peeking fangs slowing your breathing, chiselled features pinking your cheeks.

And you smile. A sickly sweet, beautifully innocent smile. Any other person would look away, grow red with shame, and maybe say something embarrassing. But you? You just smile.

Because you're painfully naive.

You blink up at him, wondering if he knows how you crave these sweet moments between the two of you. You hate how dependent you've become on him, how you can't get through the day without thinking of him and using his health as an excuse to come see him.

“Really?” you turn your head to face him, neck craned back so he gets a perfect view of your soft skin. “Do I look seven?”

Of course, you don't look seven. You look twenty, which you are. But you're mature and not in a creepy way. No one else would think twice about seeing if he's okay, and no adult would have their panties organised by colour like you do either.

The sound of his chewing eventually fills the bleak room. You can see him looking straight ahead through your peripheral.

“No.”

“A man of few words,” you grin.

“A girl of far too many.”

You aren't a girl. You’re a woman. You don't spend time chasing boys, you enjoy literature, and you have your whole life planned out. Kids don't do the things you do. Kids don't want a life with a decent man, with him.

“School’s boring,” you cut through the silence, voice soft, quiet, shy.

Relief washes over him like the first rainfall in the Sahara. He swallows- quickly, and brings his attention back to you- not that it ever really left you.

“It shouldn't be, you're smart, princessa, and if your professors are doing their job you should be engaged with their subjects,” he hates that he sounds so parental and demanding when he speaks to you but it's like a default setting. He expects the best from you because he knows you can achieve it.

You scoff and this time you don't bother hiding it at all. “Thanks,” you mutter dryly, “I’ll keep being smart and then school will be more exciting.”

He grimaces at your dull tone. He's used to your sparkly side, the smiles and the giggles and now you're acting your age, all attitude and sarcasm.

“That’s not what I meant,” he groans, his voice harsher than before.

“What did you mean then, Miguel?” you press on.

“I meant that you're smart enough to entertain yourself, unlike other people.”

And in its own strange way, his ‘complisult’ makes you smile. He sees who you are, that you aren't some immature child.

It feels nice not being viewed as a child for once. A slow, steady warmth travels through you. He's being nice to you, not a rare occurrence but uncommon enough to mean something.

Slowly, you edge your hand closer to his, fingers gently nudging against his own. You pause for a moment, knowing you’re pushing it and waiting for his reaction but when he doesn't pull away you give his hand a squeeze.

“Thanks,” your gentle voice making his cock harden beneath his suit, “in its own way, that was sweet.”

And you grin at him again. Soft lips beaming up at his plain expression as he tries not to think about how badly he needs some relief.

Against his better judgment, he squeezes your hand back. And the soft, nervous, almost squeak that escapes you makes it all worthwhile.

“It’s true. When I went to your universe,” not to jack off while you shower, “I saw your study notes. You work hard, princessa, and it's good, admirable,” hot.

All your life you be craved words so sweet. Someone to tell you that all those years of dedication to being the best and coming second is too, better than good. Someone to tell you that when they saw your study notes they didn't see you as dumb you have to revise but studious enough to want the best.

You don't even think twice about him being in your universe, just putting it down to an anomaly or another perfectly innocent reason.

He can smell it again, that dopamine rush. You pull yourself closer to him, taunting him unknowingly and let your head rest on his shoulder.

You do this often, allow yourself to lean against him, intertwine your fingers with his, plant endearing kisses to his stubbly cheeks when he helps you out. And you do it so secretly that it's almost sexual but the innocence you perform these acts with makes it feel painfully platonic.

All he can do is ride out this moment of pure torment. Cock stiff and thighs burning.

Deep down he knows he shouldn't be like this, savouring your innocence that he can so easily capture on cameras he can use later. You're so pure, sacred almost, that it feels wrong to even have his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Migs?” that nickname that only you get to use because if he gets to call you princessa its only fair.

Your hand slips off of his and moves to rest on his thigh. “Migs?” you say a little louder this time. He hums dully.

“Princessa?”

Sometimes you wonder if he knows how wet his voice makes you. The low rumble that passes through his chest, the silky smooth movements of his lips, the slight tinge of an accent that makes your cunt flutter.

You let your thumb travel over the ridges of his fingers, smooth over the peaks of his knuckles.

His hand is so big compared to yours, something that the two of you haven't ignored.

He wonders how the rest of you feels, past the tight lycra of your suit as it covers your wrists, against the fresh cotton of his bedsheets, flush against his chest.

The dull humming of the monitors accompanied by your heavy breathing and the subtle whirring of the random machinery warms up the silence between the two of you.

You shift yourself to face him, pretty lips pursed and brow furrowed.

Maybe it's because he's so safe right now. Or maybe it's because you failed your paper and his praise is all you need. But he looks painfully handsome.

Broad shoulders rising and falling with every breath. Soft lips parted in hunger. The sea of deep sepias and carmines that is his eyes.

Miguel has always been there for you. Well, maybe not always, but often enough. Your roommates being assholes? You can sleep at HQ. Suit ripped? He’ll make you a new one.

And in this moment, you can't see past that. He may be older, grey strands peppering his umber locks and worry lines framing his features, but that doesn't matter.

So you lean up close to him, faces inches apart. Just to smell him, just to see him, just to be near him, just to feel him.

He flinches at first, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed. His gaze runs up and down your figure, trying to figure out what you're doing, your innocent expression leaving far too much up for interpretation.

For a moment the two of you just stare at each other, arousal burning white-hot in your core and bodies thrumming with desire.

A calloused hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you closer. Miguel lets out a low sigh, hot breath tickling your face and making your nose scrunch in a way that can only be described as perfect.

Your breathing slows and your heart hammers. He's so close, soft lips just within reach.

“Can I?” his voice is almost a croak, a desperate plea.

He can't tear his eyes away from your quivering lips. He wants to feel them against his own, taste you, have your mouth in his possession.

You don't get time to finish your feeble “please” before he's pressing his lips against yours.

It's soft at first, the two of you gradually warming to the sensation of each other. But when you let out a soft sigh something inside him switches. All morals and guilt go completely out the window and his senses are filled with you.

His tongue probes hungrily at your lips, seeking access to the warmth of your mouth and you happily agree. His hands slide down to your hips, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh crudely hidden beneath your suit.

“Need you,” you groan, hands gripping his chest with desperation. He silences you with another kiss, tongue immediately attacking yours, too impolite, too hard, too impatient to wait for your sanction.

He's blinded by lust, a desire that's been building up inside him for too long. His arm snakes to the small of your back, protruding talons catching on the material of your suit. He pulls you into his lap and you nearly gasp at the sensation of his erection brushing against your clothed cunt.

You lean back slightly so you can look at him, chest rising and falling with each pant. “Say something,” you pout, his mutism making your head swarm with confusion, “let me hear your voice.”

The neediness of your tone makes him smile, a boyish, cheeky one that makes your stomach flutter.

“What do you want me to say?” he questions, fingers tracing up and down the bridge of your spine.

“Just… talk me through it,” you pause, cunt fluttering and thighs tensing, “it’s my first time,” you admit quietly. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. It's something you've never admitted, viewing virginity as a burden more than the blessing men do.

“Who said I'm gonna fuck you?”

Oh.

You purse your lips, your smile faltering and skin prickling with embarrassment as you fidget on his lap. His cock strains against his suit, hips threatening to buck up when you unintentionally grind against him.

You look down and a smirk forms on your face. You press the heel of your palm against his erection, eyes widening with arousal at the whine that escapes him. “This did.”

You swear that for a moment you can see a glint of red in his eyes, much darker, meaner, than his usual cool mahogany.

“Don't,” he grunts, hand gripping your wrist.

The excited grin on your face brings him back. He can't do this to you. He can't take your innocence, be the one to steal what makes you so pure. He's done things he's ashamed of, killed, lied, hated. He isn't deserving of the sweet bliss that’s you.

Your lips fall into a disappointed pout. Have you done something wrong? Maybe you’ve been too eager?

“I… I'm sorry?” you pose your apology as a question, unsure of what's actually going on. You’re inexperienced but this… this isn't normal.

“No, mierda, no, princesa,” and his hands back on your cheek, thumb tracing over the curve of your vermillion. “No digas lo siento.” your brow furrows in confusion but he doesn't elaborate.

He wants to ruin you, corrupt your pretty pussy with his hot cum and watch it seep out in think dribbles before he can stuff it back in with his fingers. But he can't.

That sweet innocence in your eyes, lashes fluttering with arousal from a simple kiss. He can't do this to you.

“Look at me,” he commands and on instinct, your eyes meet his.

“Good Girl,” he croons.

“I'm confused, Migs,” you push his hand off your cheek softly, head cocked to the side, “you’re confusing me.”

He brings a hand to your cunt and he cups it, the heel of his palm digging into your cunt. “Let me do this instead, hmm?” you nod in agreement, head too fuzzy with the strange mixture of arousal and bewilderment to even process the jolt of pleasure that shot down your spine.

The sound of ripping draws your attention down to your arousal-slick folds but he clicks his tongue. “Eyes on me, chica,” his tone is slightly harsher now but his eyes are still warm.

You don't know what he's doing. If he's coming or going. If he's teasing you or allowing this to go further.

“Mi-” he presses his index finger to your lips, not that he needed more than his intense gaze to silence you.

“You said this is your first time?” you nod again.

“No one else has touched you?” his fingers part the tear in your suit, your damp panties on show for him.

“No one.”

His thumb starts to slowly circle your cotton-clothed clit eliciting a soft gasp from you.

“Do you want me to touch you, princessa?”

Your fingers dig into the muscle of his thighs but he doesn't flinch. A sharp talon nips at your weeping bud and you nearly cry. It sends a jolt of pain fused with sickly sweet pleasure coursing through your veins. “Asked you a question didn't I?”

You nod your head again, not knowing how to answer.

“Use your words.”

Your cunt is dribbling its juices all down your thighs- and he can smell it. His mouth is practically drooling at the scent it your arousal. He's trying so hard not to rip your suit all the way and split you open with his cock. But you're gentle, soft, sweet, delicate. So he has to be as well.

Taking a shaky, deep breath, you nod your head again, “I want you to touch me, Miguel.”

“Muy bein, princessa,” his thumb slips under the waistband of your panties and comes to rest on your clit but he doesn't stimulate you. Just leaves it resting on the hardened nub.

You whine at the lack of friction, hips trying to grind against his hand but his free hand holds you down.

“Migs, please,” you know you sound pathetically needy but you don't care. The man you've been lusting after since he first recruited you has his hand in your pants.

“Then keep looking at me,” he instructs, “wanna see your pretty face. Can you do that for me?” he grins at the twitching in your cunt caused by his words. That's all the confirmation he needs.

His thumb begins its slow pattern around the hood of your clit while his other hand rests on your waist, keeping you planted firmly on his lap. And maybe so you can feel how big he is.

His hands are surprisingly gentle. You've seen him kill before, seen the plethora of blood he can draw from someone with one fell swoop. Yet he's always been so careful with you, right now being no exception. Maybe that's what’s drawn you to him, the idea of him viewing you as something so sacred that he can't bring himself to damage your fragile body.

The tedious speed he's using is purposefully slow. He wants to draw this out for as long as possible, keep you a squirming mess on his lap, your sweet nectar running down to his thighs. But you want more; you’re too shy to ask for it but you want it.

You press your lips to his again, tongue slipping into his mouth almost sloppily. He's taken aback at first by your sudden burst of confidence but he doesn't protest. The hand that was resting in your hip moves to the back of your head to press you deeper into the kiss.

You whine hungrily and he rewards you with a faster pace. Your thighs clench around him, not actually expecting your plan to work. Your eyes flutter for a moment but he grips your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him.

“Princessa, I'll stop,” his warning is heed enough.

Your mind’s a foggy blur of arousal and pure bliss. He keeps toying with your clit, slowing down when your gaze falters but speeding up and rewarding you if you've kept eye contact.

“Please, I'll be good, so good for you,” you mewl, craving his kind words of praise again.

“Will you? Will you let me see those pretty lips of yours smile so sweetly for me while I make you feel good?” you nod your head excessively, mumbled “yes I will”’s and “good for you”’s spilling from your lips.

The hot coil of pleasure tightens with each flick of his distal. More and more sweet moans spew from your loose hanging mouth which are just music to his ears. Your leaky hole clenches around nothingness but you're too shy to ask for more. Miguel’s thumb is good enough but what you really crave is that hard cock that's pushing up against your stomach.

Soft, sticky clicking sounds mellow in the warmth of the rooms atmosphere, arousal blending in smoothly along with the scent of your nearing climax. He can sense it, your hips stuttering and your nails digging into the meat of his chest. But he can't let you go just yet.

“Hold it for me,” its a command, not a request.

You bite your lower lip, eyes nearly watering as you try you hardest to hold back. Your poor cunt throne needily while it continues to pump hot juices all over his hand. “I-I don't know how,” you blubber, thighs trembling and hands twitching.

Your body runs white hot with pleasure while your mind teeters on the edge of climax.

“I know you can, be a good girl, princessa,” he pressed earnestly, two-toned lips falling into that signature smirk.

You let your head come to rest in the crook of his neck. He flinches at the warmth of your breath and grabs the back of your hair roughly. You whine at the sharp tug but don't protest further.

“Fuck did I tell you ‘bout looking away?” his voice is almost harsh but you don't care. Your whole body is tingling with so much euphoria, blood pumping hot with pleasure, that you don't even care about his talon catching on your clit.

You’re so close to cumming, to reaching that paradise he's dangling in front of you like a carrot on a stick. “Let me, I-i can't, Migs.”

He frowns.

Once you're done that's it. He has to let you go, push off his lap and keep you at arm's length. But he can't bring himself to do that, get rid of your warmth and tiny frame.

“Migs? Please, let me…” you cut yourself with a silent moan.

Your mouth falls slack, eyes widening for a moment before fluttering closed. Warmth washes over you, trickling down your spine like honey from a jar. And for a moment you think you've gone deaf because Miguel’s lips are moving but you can't figure out what he's saying.

Your arousal spills from your cunt and all the way down his hands in a warm, blanketing trinket of your pleasure.

He clicks his tongue in disappointment but lets you ride out your high with his thumb remaining on your pussy.

“Fuck,” you breathe, voice cracking in a way that only makes his cock harden.

“Mmmm, did my princessa enjoy herself?” you look up at him, eyes glazed over with lust.

Your orgasm took enough energy for you to be exhausted now. You can barely lift your head let alone reply to him. When you try to smile your eyes just roll back slightly, your lashes fluttering and your nose scrunching.

You’ve come before, plenty of times, but this feels different. This time it feels all warm and gooey like it's going to stick to you forever. Maybe it's because it's Miguel’s fingers instead of your own toying with your cunt or maybe it's because you got to hold onto him. Either way, you've just cum all over his hands and can't form a proper sentence now.

Miguel smiles down at you, revelling in your blissed-out expression. Knowing that he's drawn this pleasure from you makes his insides churn.

“Pretty Girl,” he coos, hand smoothing your spine, “so pretty for me, hmm? Cumming just from me playing with her pretty pussy.” as if to prove a point, he spreads your sticky folds open with his thumb two middle fingers, a soft gooey sound catching your attention.

“Wonder if your cunt is just as pretty?” be slides a harsh finger inside with a grunt, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, “want me to fuck your tight hole, princessa?”

And you nod. Too fucked out, too tired, too needy, too in love with him without either of you knowing it yet, to push him away.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel x you #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #fluff #miguel fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut

[chronicowboy]

Buck is stood staring at his couch with a wrinkled nose when a frantic knocking rips him from his thoughts. Frowning, he skids over to the door on socked feet and yanks it open to reveal a harried Eddie and sheepish Christopher.

"Tell me you aren't busy," Eddie pleads, already pushing into the loft to set down two dangerously full grocery bags on the kitchen island.

The loft suddenly seems a lot brighter, feels a lot warmer.

"I'm not busy," Buck replies as he shoots a questioning look at Christopher who only bites his lip and looks away.

"Oh, thank God." Eddie grabs him by the shoulders with a grateful smile before taking a deep breath. "I am. Busy. Like incredibly busy."

"Okay..." Buck narrows his eyes at him. "So, I'm hanging out with my favourite Diaz then?"

"Hold the thought on that favourite bit," Eddie huffs, dropping his hands. Buck's shoulders turn cold at the loss, he shrugs the absence off. Eddie turns to Christopher with his arms folded over his chest and an arched eyebrow. "Want to tell Buck what you decided to tell me at four pm this afternoon?"

"Fine," Chris sighs, looking up at Buck guiltily. "I need to bake cookies for my whole class."

"Sure, we can do that." Buck frowns, sharing a look with a still frantic Eddie. "When do you need them for?"

Christopher averts his eyes. Realisation dawns on Buck, and he shares a knowingly unimpressed look with Eddie.

"Tomorrow," he mumbles.

"Chris," Buck groans.

"I know, okay?" Chris groans right back. "I forgot. I'm sorry. Will you help me? Please?" He breaks out his patented puppy eyes, and Buck has to try hard not to laugh at the notion he wasn't going to help Chris all along.

Buck steals a look at an apologetic Eddie, shakes his head in a way he hopes conveys I've got your back.

"Of course I will, Chris, you know that." His eyes snap to Christopher when Eddie's face melts into that dangerously fond expression. He's been seeing a lot more of it ever since he woke up from his coma, and it makes him feel a little like a lightning bolt trapped in a human body. He doesn't know what to make of it.

"You are a lifesaver," Eddie tells him seriously, pulling him into a quick hug. "I've gotta get over to Pepa's, but I'll be back around dinner time, okay?"

"Oh, I see," Buck tuts. "You just want to reap the benefits of all our hard work."

"Obviously." Eddie pulls one of his patented frog faces. "I wasn't trying to hide that."

"Lazy good-for-nothing," Buck says, except it comes out sounding much more like you're everything.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who here was asleep for a wholeass week?" Eddie retorts.

"Ass," Chris snickers.

"Don't," Buck and Eddie scold in unison, sharing a bashful smile. Chris just rolls his eyes.

Buck tries not to preen at how natural all of this is, thinks of Bobby's words in the engine just before lightning struck.

Life's too short to take those relationships for granted.

Buck has seen his world without the Diazes in it, he'll never take them for granted again.

"I don't think a coma is technically considered sleep," Buck argues, just happy that Eddie isn't flinching away from the reminder of the accident like he used to.

"Well, you weren't snoring," Eddie concedes.

"I don't snore!"

"Buck, the only reason I felt okay leaving you sleeping on the couch to make Christopher's lunch was because I could hear you breathing all the way from the kitchen." Buck tries not to think about a worried Eddie hovering over him, fingers itching to reach out and find a pulse, lingering in the doorway to the kitchen because he didn't want to leave Buck alone. "You snore."

"You snore," Chris agrees.

"Betrayal!" Buck gasps. "We're making oatmeal raisin cookies."

"Nooooooo!" Chris cries. "Buck, please!"

"Do I snore?" Buck demands.

"Nope." Chris grins.

"Chocolate chip it is."

"Double chocolate chip?" he tries, eyes wide and sparkling. Buck loves him desperately.

"Nice try, kid." Eddie drops a hand onto Christopher's head. "You get double chocolate chip when you tell us more than one day in advance."

Something warm and content settles in Buck's gut at the ease of Eddie's us.

"Buck?" Chris pouts up at him.

"Nah, not gonna work on me." Buck shakes his head, folds his arms over his chest. Eddie sends him a smile, the small and private one that tucks itself into Eddie's rosy cheeks, the one that Buck's pretty sure he'd return from the dead just to see again.

"Okay, well, you two have got it under control." Eddie ducks down to drop a muah! on Christopher's head, presses a quick one to Buck's cheek. "I'm off! Love you both, see you for dinner!"

Eddie sweeps out of the door in a whirlwind of frantic energy. Buck just watches him go, mouth half-open in a soft 'o' as the skin of his cheek tingles where Eddie's lips had been. He stares at the closed door with wide eyes, stares for so long his mouth goes dry.

Maybe he does have the answers, maybe he's had a couch all along.

A sharp tug on his shirt pulls him from his trance, and he looks down at Christopher.

"Cookies?" he says, entirely too knowing for an eleven-almost-twelve-year-old.

"Cookies," Buck nods.

#sami rambles #eddie realises what he's done when he parks at pepa's and then immediately says yes when she asks to set him up #episode coda #911 show #911 spoilers #911 fox #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #buck x eddie #buck x eddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buck and christopher #buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family fic

[andysorbit]

SFW & NSFW boyfriend!Jisung

buckle up this is kinda long

I'm lazy so this is my format for this I might make a fic later but I more than likely won't

Is literally terrified of you at first

like he can't even look at you he's just 🫣

very slowly warms up to you like... a snail could walk across Puerto Rico twice before he's fully convinced that he might have a chance with you

falls in love with how gentle and playful you are with him

if you're more shy like he is, he thinks it's the sweetest thing

if you're more forward then he's scared and turned on by that

you're his baby but he's also your baby

once he knows your his... you're his

he's touchy but he's so sneaky about it.

he'll fix your shirt collar, adjust your bracelets, gently place a hand on your back or an arm around your shoulder

your first kiss kinda just happens

like just unplanned as hell

like you meet up for lunch and when he hugs you, you both just go in for it and he just 😧 then he's kissing you all over your face

he's buying you a necklace with his initials on it

he's also showing you how to play his favorite games

does he know his way around a kitchen? well he didn't but after hearing you say men who are useless in the kitchen don't deserve human rights, he started hounding Jaemin to help him learn the bare basics

he's asking you for help too because he likes how gently you talk to him

he'd bring it up while you're cuddled up in his room watching a movie

he'd be the big spoon most of the time because holding you is like free therapy for him

spams you memes on in IG and TikTok

sometimes writes poetry for you

is super proud that your family and friends like him

wants to go all the way but he's a gentleman

"y'know how uh... I was..."

"you can touch me Jisung. it's okay."

so he rests his hand on your hip

again he's trying but he's a gentleman... who's also still terrified

"and I thought you wanted to fondle me... hm"

"I can fondle you?"

"I mean I did just give you permission, Sungie"

and his hand is immediately easing up your shirt to press to your tummy while he's sighing happily

you have to literally tell him he doesn't need permission to touch you

"I don't need permission, huh?"

"no, you dont"

"because you're all mine?"

"I sure am"

and then he's softly groping your tits and you can feel him growing hard against your ass

"how much of you is mine?"

"all of me"

"how much of what's mine can I have right now?"

again this dude is a gentleman

but also he's an animal

yes he may seem like a gentle giant but when he wants you, he gets a look in his eyes like he could absolutely swallow you up

he's strong and is definitely scared of hurting you so he holds back in everything he does to you

he's overwhelmed tbh he never knows what he wants to do first

first he's kissing you

then he's groping your tits again

then he's sucking marks into your neck

then he's kissing you again and easing his hand into your panties

"is this okay?"

and of course it's okay

he's so feral for you that you can literally feel him holding back

"I'm not glass, Sungie"

"no but you're a soft lady and I'm gonna... I have to do this the right way. Our first time is supposed to be special. I can't just rip your clothes off and have my way with you"

and he does takes his time with you

savoring you, teasing you, caressing you

still unable to process that you're his and that you want him just as much as he wants you

he's playful even during sex

"oh you want me so bad"

"oh shut up"

"not my fault you think I'm sexy"

and you know just how to make him fold

"I do think you're sexy, Jisung"

"stop"

once he's had you, he can't enough of you

he'll drag you off just about anywhere to have you

at a mutual friend's house? he's sneaking you out to the balcony to finger you

out for a night drive? he's grabbing your hand to press to the bulge in his pants

and of course he's fucking you in the backseat

more than anything, he loves watching your face

no matter what you're both doing, he needs to see your face

whether it's something wholesome or downright filthy

if you had a penny for every time he tells you that you're his while he's fucking you, you could by a billionaire

loves fucking you stupid

"take it all. take every fucking inch baby. You're such a good girl for me"

his newfound breeding kink is why you had to get an IUD expeditiously

found out by accident really

the man's addicted to you so there are times when you don't wanna stop to use a condom

"are you sure?"

and of course you're sure

he's beside himself when he gets to feel you without a condom

like he's a mess

moaning, panting, whimpering in your ear

"fuck... oh my God you're so fucking hot. fucking love you so much baby yesyesyesyes"

he whines whether he's in control or not

he needs to touch you any way he can

he's so in love and sometimes you catch him giving you that "that's my baby" look and it just feels like the best thing in the world

bonus!!!! text!!

thanks for reading!!!

#neoculturecollectives #k-labels #kvanity #kpop smut #nct smut #nct #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct dream fake texts #nct fake texts #nct dream smut #jisung smut #nct Jisung #nct headcanons #nct x black!reader #kpop smut for black girls #andyception

[leafsbabe]

Sidney Crosby - cozy (SMUT)

Sid sneaking out of bed before dawn didn’t wake you. Neither did him getting ready or making his breakfast. In fact you were still asleep when he came back from training.

You looked cute, he could admit that. At some point you had rolled over onto his side and buried your face in his pillow, blankets piled high in your little nest.

He felt a little bad waking you from your slumber, but you couldn't spend all day sleeping. Sid spent a good while staring at the kitchen cupboard trying to figure out which one of your mugs he should pick before settling on a novelty one shaped like a pumpkin. The cat came running at the sound of the coffee machine, winding through his legs and yelling up at Sid. He opened another cupboard, one of the top ones you never reached for, and pulled out a suspiciously empty treat packet but for sneaking him a couple. 

By the time the complicated concoction you like to call coffee was done, he had curled up in his bed on the living room windowsill, watching fat raindrops roll down the glass. Sid looked at him before picking up the mugs — your fancy one and his plain one— and makig his way back to the bedroom.

He put the mugs down on his nightstand, opened a window to let the fresh air and the sound of rain in, and then slid back under the blankets with you. Sid could feel you cuddle up to him immediately. He didn't even need to do much. Petting your head one, two, three times was enough to have your blink awake, body contorting into a big stretch before you realize he was there. 

“Morning.” You mumbled before a yarn interrupted you. Cute.

“Close.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head where his hand had been. “It’s just after 10.”

“Oh.”

Not wanting to see you upset right after waking up he leaned over to grab your mug. “Coffee?”

That brought a smile to your face. “Yes, please.”You happily accepted the mug, bringing it up to your face straight away. “Thank you.”

Sid loved moments like these. The gloomy weather, a good cup of coffee, you.

“Do you just want to spend the day in bed?”

It wasn't often that he allowed himself the luxury of staying in bed all day but today just called for it. He had already spent the morning training so he wasn't completely lazy at least. 

“That sounds perfect.”

The two of you spent the rest of the morning just cuddling and talking and enjoying each other's company. For lunch you ventured out to the kitchen to grab food, then brought it over to the couch and ate while catching up on your shows.

Outside the rain picked up but inside the mood had settled. After lunch the two of you headed back to the bedroom. You both wanted to get some reading done but he couldn't help but watch your ass as you bent down to pick up the romance you were reading.At least he managed to adjust himself and pick up his own book before you climbed back in next to him.

Sid was in the middle of reading about an English regicide when you began pawing at his stomach, dangerously close to his dick. He lowered his book just enough so that he could look at you. “Can I help you?”

“Do you want to… I mean… I feel empty. And I wanted to know if you would…” 

Your hand dipped down to cup him through his sweatpants but Sid would have understood what you needed from him even without it.

“Need me to fill you up?”

“Please.”

He leaned away to put his book down, growing hard annoyingly fast. Your own book laid sprawled next to you, page down next to your sleep shorts.

You waited for him, melting into the bed the moment his full attention was on you. Sid wasn’t surprised to find you already wet when he touched you. The sighs and high little noises that left your mouth were so pretty until you decided to bite your lip to stop them from escaping. He didn't toy with you for long, thumbing at your folds for a moment then moving along to your clit. Sid didn't want to tease you when you had asked him to fill you, so he gave you one of his fingers as soon as he felt you were ready. A second followed soon after. By the time he had worked you up to the three he usually liked to prep you with, you didn't hold back your moans anymore.

“Ready?”

He tried his best not to feel smug when instead of answering him verbally you just nodded frantically and pulled him into a kiss. He indulged you for a moment but stopped when he felt like he was getting too worked up.

“On your side.” He ordered playfully, chuckling when you whined in response.

“Come on.” I’ll keep you full and you keep me warm.”

Figuring out a good position for you two didn't take long. Sid slid inside you slowly, making sure to be gentle as he filled you up. It would have been easier if you'd stop wriggling though. Once you found a comfortable position you picked your book back up and Sidney reached for his, trying not to move too much. This wasn't about getting off for the two of you. It was about comfort. About keeping an ache at bay.

You spent the next hour or so reading your own books, connected but dedicated to your separate literature. Sidney liked that he could do this for you, that you felt comfortable enough to ask for this. He also liked the feeling of your warmth surrounding him, the subconscious little squeezes around his length when something exciting was happening, the way you pushed on your lower stomach as if you could feel him even though he wasn't that big and you weren't that small.

He had asked you about it after your first few times, wanting to know what made you want it. It just feels nice, you had told him, warm and full and like I can just turn my brain off for a while.

Rain continued to pelt against the windows.

Sid knew you couldn’t wait much longer when you started to squirm and grind back against him. Cockwarming didn’t always lead to sex but sometimes it just wasn’t enough and you needed him to take care of you properly. But even though he could recognize your neediness he wouldn’t give you anything until you asked for it.

It took you twenty more minutes of sneakily trying to fuck yourself on his dick before you gave in.

“Sid. Please.” You whined, pressing your body back against his. “I need more. Need you.”

He didn’t give in immediately, instead putting his book down and taking a moment to just watch you desperately moving against him. He’d always give you what you asked for even when he liked to tease you.

It was easy for him to roll on top of you, forcing you to move with him until you laid on your stomach, pressed flat to the bed with him looking down on you. 

You gasped at the movement but that quickly turned into another whine when you realized he wasn’t moving. You couldn't even move back because his hips were holding yours in place. He was filling you, but not in the way you needed.

Finally he started to move, slowly pulling out before fucking back in roughly. A single strong thrust that had you clutching the sheets, waiting for more. 

He leaned down, his strong chest warm against your back through both of your shirts, and pressed a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“Please.” You begged again.

Sidney liked to tease but he wasn't cruel, if you wanted to be fucked he wouldn’t deny you that pleasure.

He started fucking you in earnest, building up a rhythm until the sounds of your bodies connecting started to rival those of the rainstorm outside.

Sid let you muffle your moans even though he preferred to hear them. The sight of you hugging a big pillow, clutching it to your chest and burying your sweet head in it to quiet yourself down, did things to him you would need to explore later.

Following the line of your body further down he could see himself fucking you. The way you enveloped him, your body moving whenever he thrusted into you. Sidney felt himself getting closer to an orgasm. Not wanting to come yet he slowed down his thrusts, choosing to focus on strength rather than speed. Your whole body moved on the bed every time he entered you, putting those glutes to good use.

He didn't realize how close you'd been until you tightened around him, screaming into your pillow as you came. Sid continued fucking you through your orgasm, shallow thrust and deep grinds to carry you through without overwhelming you; all while he was still chasing his own hight but not as frantic as he would have before.

He pulled out —slowly, carefully— after you stopped shaking, content to just jerk himself the rest of the way and come across your ass when you turned around beneath him.

You looked so beautiful, wrecked in the best way, with messy hair and the lines of the pillow pressed into your skin. Sid wanted to trace them but he held himself back.

“You don’t have to. You can… inside.” You smiled up at him wide eyed.

Sid groaned as he buried his cock in you and his head in the crook of your neck. It didn’t take him long to follow you over the edge. Fucking back in as deep as he could, he came, muffling his moans against your skin.

The two of you basked in the afterglow for a little while before Sid convinced himself to leave your warm bed and get a washcloth to clean you up. He had just returned to you when the first grumbling started in the distance.

By the time the rainstorm outside had turned into a full thunderstorm the two of you had gotten dressed again and were about to snuggle when you remembered something.

“Can you open the door so that Mav can get in if he gets scared?”

He loved his cat, he really did, but the allergy meds only went so far. The bedroom and his gym were the only off limit areas without cat hair everywhere.

“You know-”

You cut him off. “I know it’s not his first thunderstorm but what if he gets scared?”

It wasn’t a fight he would win.

Groaning, he got up, gathering his blanket and pillow before walking over to the door.

“What are you doing?”

“He can’t sleep in here with us.” It was a rule where Sid put his foot down. He quite liked being able to breathe, thank you very much. “But we can go out there with him.”

After he dumped his blanket on the couch, he returned, finding you in the same position he left you in.

“I can’t walk.” You gestured to your legs; they were no longer shaking but Sidney knew all too well what he could do to you.

Instead of responding verbally he just scooped you and your blanket up before making his way back to the living room. He dumped your comfy heap on the couch and got ready to settle in next to you when a tiny meow under his blanket caught his attention. Apparently Maverick had already gotten comfortable in his new hiding spot. 

Sid let him have it, sliding in next to you under your blanket instead. The three of you could just spend the rest of your bed day on the couch.

#sidney crosby #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey smut #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby smut #...so this is twenty-five

[lotus-pear]

What are your fav knkdz headcanons?

oh i have a whole alphabetized list but i'll choose a few of my favorites just so this post isn't like 25k words long

• kunikida will always pack extra of whatever he makes for lunch and force dazai to eat it and get into the routine of eating during their allotted breaks so he doesn't starve throughout the day

• kunikida has flawless handwriting and writes exclusively in cursive while dazai has chicken scratch (he can make it nice most likely he just doesn't care i think)

• while on the topic of handwriting, dazai learned how to forge kunikida's signature in the first few days of their partnership and has been abusing it ever since (wholly convinced this is how they're getting married if it ever comes to that, dazai's just going to forge kuni's signature on the wedding contract without his knowldge)

• dazai more than likely has thought about suggesting getting married for tax benefits (definitely not other reasons.........)

• their date spots are normally very quiet places they frequent often after work together in the evening, like their favorite cafe or a bar. kuni almost always pays since his love language is acts of service and also dazai's broke ass can't even afford coffee

• both aren't very big on pda although dazai tends to be more on the tactile side bc on his inherent nature. he'll motion to hold hands if they're both standing stationary for a while

• they try to have one sit-down homemade dinner a week, mostly at kunikida's place since dazai rarely uses his kitchen and likely lacks the bare essentials. they'll both do the meal prep together although kunikida most likely doesn't allow dazai to help with actually preparing the food since he doesn't want to risk burning the apartment down

• dazai definitely bothers kunikida to use his ability to make him a pack of gum or a cigarette or smt when he's too lazy to get up and shop/ask ranpo if he has extra to which kuni always refuses

#can you tell i'm just trying to make them domestic 😀 #anyway i love them sm i will always talk abt them #always open to asks abt them #they r my beloveds 🫶🏼 #lotus’s asks

[thejujvtsupost]

Hello! This is my first time ever asking for a request 😭 I’m pretty shy but id like to request GetoxF!reader with smut where the reader is a new student/strong sorcerer and catches Getos attention

Weak to Sunshine

Hi anon! I love this idea sm 😌 okay technically I like anything with Geto but that’s beside the point.

Notes: F!reader, both Geto and reader are teachers and oblivious, Geto is mean at first but dw it’s just because he’s a little dumb, smut, oral (f receiving), light fluff, cocky attitudes lead to porn.

Geto wasn’t easy to surprise, but your sheer power was amazing. He’d prefer not to be on the receiving end of it ever again.

He was aware there was a new teacher and he didn’t go out of his way to welcome you the way others Gojo did.

When you tried to say hello to him in the hallway he acknowledged you with a grunt and nothing else. Gojo told you he was too grumpy all the time, that it probably wasn’t anything you did. So you still made sure to include him, inviting him to the activities you often did with Shoko and Gojo, saving space for him at lunch.

It wasn’t that he hated you or anything- quite the opposite. You had a sunshine personality, a soft demeanor and made students feel good about themselves, you were naturally caring. He valued people like that and found it adorable admirable.

But he didn’t understand why you were there. He had yet to see you spar (if he went outside once in a while he would see you training the kids every day) and you didn’t exude power the way other sorcerers did. If he wasn’t aware ahead of time, he would never have thought you were a sorcerer. So Geto, as nice as you seem and pretty as you were (wait, pretty?), didn’t think you could teach the students enough to be helpful- do you really belong there? And when Shoko was telling him he should be nicer to you, that every time you were around he grew quiet, he voiced his concerns. After all it was only Shoko.

Or he thought it was.

You went looking for her, intending to see if she wanted to get lunch together and you heard her voice down the hall.

You swear you weren’t eavesdropping. You knocked on the door frame but the pair didn’t acknowledge you, and when you walked inside you immediately wished you hadn’t.

“All I’m saying is if she can’t be valuable to the kids or the school then she shouldn’t be here. Her energy is so weak, she couldn’t overpower a first year. Seems pretty reliant on Gojo too. What use does the school have for someone that can’t train them? All she ever does is smile like a puppy, she makes the kids happy but do they even take her seriously?”

“She goes out just as often as Gojo for the hard curses. She picks up your slack and your missions, always saying she doesn’t mind helping out since you refuse to go anywhere. She can repress her energy dipshit. That’s mean Suguru, even for-” Shoko didn’t get to finish her sentence.

“So that’s what you think of me?” You could hear your voice crack. “You hate me because you think I’m weak? You really think I’m nice because I can’t do anything else?”

“Look I’m just trying to say…”

“I fucking heard what you said, you got your panties in a bunch because I know how to repress my energy! That’s pathetic. It’s not your job to evaluate my attitude or my work performance when I’m the one doing your shit on top of mine you lazy ass. What do you do all day while I risk my life to do your job for you?” Shoko decided it would be best to back away slowly. Standing in the doorway behind you was safer than between two angry sorcerers.

Gojo ended up standing beside her when he heard the commotion- you were both lucky the students weren’t around right now.

Geto’s fists clenched at his sides where he stood in an attempt to calm himself, “You have no idea what Gojo and I have done for this school, you have no right to call me-”

“Heyyy buddy maybe you shouldn’t-” Gojo went unheard and Shoko just put a hand in front of him to let you two work it out. If he intervened it only made you look like you couldn’t handle yourself.

“Oh fuck Gojo, you know he has nothing to do with this! You’re using him as a crutch for your excuses-”

“Oh so that’s it? It makes sense now. You’re fucking Gojo, no wonder he thinks so highly of you, or maybe lowly of you, I’m not in your bedroom.”

That’s when all hell broke loose. You made a strangled noise in the back of your throat and tried to hold back your tears. You wanted to hit him, it would’ve been more satisfying.

“Fuck you, Geto.” Instead, you raised your hand out from your body and blasted him through the wall of his classroom and into the courtyard. For the first time in a long time, you were happy it was pouring rain.

Once again Gojo and Shoko were ignored, you stomped past them and left for your office. You were gone before Geto could see your tears. You were sick of everyone treating you like that; being able to control your energy output was an advanced skill that most people didn’t have. You were strong. There was more to your life than being a sorcerer, being in control was an advantage to maintaining that.

And more than anything you were hurt. A little humiliated that the person you really liked thought you were a floozy and not to mention it was more than obvious he didn’t care to know you. What he actually thought of you hurt the most. You didn’t expect him to like you the way you liked him, but you at least wanted to be friends.

Shoko shook her head and went back to work, “Karma.”

“Oof- that’s gonna hurt for a few days!” Gojo approached Geto sitting in the rain and mud.

“Shut up Satoru.”

“Hmm nope! That was kinda mean of you but damnnnn she threw you like thirty feet. For someone so short she’s got a lot of fire in her.” Gojo wasn’t one to contain his teasing, this wasn’t an exception. If anything it was a golden opportunity to make fun of him for years to come. He took several selfies, some with a peace sign and they all had Geto’s soaked, irritated face. “Oh by the way, we’re not fucking. She’s cute buuuut not my type, and I’m not her type either. She has feelings for, well maybe not now, someone else; it’s much more of a brother/sister type of thing. So there’s no need to be jealous.”

Jealous? “I’m not jealous!” But who the hell did you have feelings for?

“That’s exactly what a jealous person would say! You should probably apologize if you want her to talk to you ever again, though you’ll be lucky is she does.” He waved and left Geto on his own, he’d be fine.

Since then you’ve avoided him. When you couldn’t, you ignored him. When you had to speak of him you were back to calling him Geto. You no longer tried to say hello or talk to him (it was nice of you, though he always gave you vague responses). You didn’t invite him to things. Actually, you didn’t go out or eat lunch with your friends at all these days. Always saying you felt sick or tired, letting them drag you places but staying home otherwise. Your insecurities were getting the best of you because even though you had no proof, what if the others didn’t actually see you as a teacher? What if they thought you were as weak as Geto did? Maybe not Shoko or Gojo, but you were careful with your own cursed energy, had been since you were a teenager. Much like Gojo’s infinity, it was second nature.

At first he thought you were being ridiculous. By week nine he was trying to actively engage with you. To no avail.

The break room was cold, the spaces you used to be were empty and he found himself missing your warm disposition, who’d thought he’d miss you calling his first name excitedly inviting him to sit with you guys. His friends didn’t mention you and when he tried to ask why you weren’t sitting with them, they gave him a dirty look. Gojo sighed, “Ah. She doesn’t really do lunch these days, at all anymore.”

Shoko enjoyed adding some guilt, rubbing salt into the wound. “She chose to step back so you could hang out with your best friends because ‘you were here first.’ She sits in her office alone and refuses to let us take her out after work unless we drag her. The students know she’s unhappy too, you should be grateful she hasn’t said anything like a professional because those kids would eat you alive- especially the first years. If they found out you’re the reason she’s putting in a transfer request for Kyoto they’d be devastated. All she’s said to us is that she wants to start fresh and act more professional- that she wants to be someone taken seriously like everyone else- except for Gojo. No one takes him seriously.” Gojo’s protest was background noise to Geto. “She looked up to you Suguru, she tried to be your friend and get to know you. Still she doesn’t bad mouth you even though it’s justified, she hasn’t even blamed you- she’s serious about it.”

“I figured she was just busy…” You looked up to him? He thought you were friendly but he must not have been paying enough attention, you wanted to know him. Him. Guilt flooded him like a tsunami.

“Clearly you thought wrong.” Shoko snapped at him and the rest of their lunch was silent.

Enough was enough, he needed to find a way to make it up to you. Fuck, he missed you.

So he tried to say hi to you every day.

You only nodded at him to be polite in front of others, professional.

He brought you fresh coffee to your now dreary classroom before you ran off to your office. When had you taken your colorful posters down? Where did your little desk ornaments go?

it went untouched.

Every attempt was denied.

It wasn’t until you were stuck in your office far past after hours, waiting out the rain that just wasn’t letting up- that he was able to talk to you.

He was finally able to leave and he was happy to but he noticed your office light was on.

Right, you don’t drive and everyone, including Ijichi already left; you wouldn’t bother him even though he’d happily come get you. (You happened to be one of his favorites.)

He knocked on your door and got no response, so he opened the door to check if you were actually there.

Oh god, you were. But you were asleep at your desk. He closed the door behind him and crouched down at your side. He knew he was tall, waking you up standing over you wasn’t a good way to start a conversation. “Hey, c’mon you can’t sleep here.” He kept his voice low and was gentle when he nudged your shoulder and rubbed your arm.

You mumbled something he couldn’t understand before blinking your eyes open and looking at him. “You gotta go home, your desk can’t be comfortable.” It was the first time you looked at him in weeks, he hated the dark circles under your eyes that weren’t as bright as they used to be- how they should be.

“Whatever. You can’t tell me what to do. And not that’s it’s any of your business since we’re professionals, but I am staying here.” You hid a yawn behind your hand and sat upright, rubbing the crick in your neck did little to soothe the ache.

Geto wasn’t good at apologizing but with the way you avoided him like it plague it was now or never. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that. Everyone thinks you’re a great teacher. Shoko said you’re trying to transfer to Kyoto, but you just got here.”

You wanted to ignore him again, you wanted to throw him out of your office and sleep on your couch with the throw blanket you were grateful you kept on the back cushions. But he struck a nerve and your lip wobbled, “Doesn’t matter. You said it yourself people don’t take me seriously here, if I go to Kyoto they won’t think I’m a pushover there. It’ll open up a job for someone else who can help better than I can.” You were doing everything you could to hold yourself together, going as far as wrapping your arms around your midsection for comfort. “Thanks for apologizing but you said your piece and I said mine so can you go? I really just want to sleep right now.”

“I was wrong. You’re not a pushover. I don’t let people in easily and I took you for granted and then I got jealous and lashed out.” Ah shit, he said too much. But if being honest might get you to stay then he might as well go for it.

“Jealous?” You sounded so small and tired- it hurt his heart.

“I thought…” he tipped his head back with a groan. “You can make fun of me if you want after this, it’s dumb and not my business anyway. But I thought you were interested in Gojo and it irritated me. The more I saw you two together the more I wanted to block you out-” he stopped when we started giggling. Your tears spilled over and he didn’t know if you were crying because you were laughing or not. “You could’ve at least waited until I left I room to laugh but I suppose I deserve it.”

You shook your head and tried to get yourself under control. “No- no it’s not that. You’re just an idiot, I was-” you had to take another few breaths before you started giggling again. “I was hanging out with Shoko and Gojo so much because we’re friends and they knew I had feelings for you. Oh god this is hilarious.”

He pulled your hand into his, “You really mean that?”

You nodded and finally regulated your breathing. It was enough for him. He leaned up and kissed you.

Your surprised squeak made him smile against your lips and then you were kissing him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him more- when you broke apart he was holding your face in his hands and wiping away your remaining tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being an ass. I’m sorry you were the one picking up my slack and I’m sorry I made you stop smiling- I really miss your smile.”

“Really?” The upturn of your lips, though not a full smile, already made him feel warmer than he had in weeks.

“Really, it’s like sunshine. You look like you haven’t been sleeping for a while though, you’re a little zombie.”

You snorted a little laugh, it made him smile. “I’ve been working on ways to improve my teaching and looking for apartments in Kyoto. Do you know how hard it is to find an apartment in Kyoto on a teacher’s salary? It’s hard to relax.”

“Poor baby,” you could tell he wasn’t mocking you, he really felt bad and wanted to make it better. He stood and lifted you onto your desk- the change of position made you dizzy. How did he do that so fast? “How about you stop looking for apartments and I’ll make it up to you.” He kissed both of your cheeks before trailing them down your jaw and neck.

It lit you on fire, “Make it up to me?”

“Yeah baby, I’ll make it up to you good.” His hand laid on your upper thigh and gently started pushing your skirt up. “This okay? I’ll stop no problem if you want.”

You were already squirming for him. A tall, strong man you had feelings for, who you just made up with, who could crush you like a grape was between your legs and wanted to make it up to you. Why would you ever say no? “Please don’t stop?” You sounded more desperate than you’d like but it spurred him on.

“Hold on to me.” You did as he asked; he picked you up, sat you on the couch and got on his knees in front of you.

“What’re you doing I thought-” oh god.

He lifted your skirt to your waist and massaged along your thighs until he reached the edge of your panties, he played with the lace and looked up at you for permission with his blown pupils, he needed you so badly.

You nodded at him to continue and he was fast. You barely had to lift your hips before you were bare, Geto spread your legs and you had a flash of insecurity.

“Fuck you’re so pretty down here, so wet f’me.” He looked entranced by the sight of you. Insecurity waved.

He didn’t hesitate to hold your thighs in place and duck his head to give the first hint of pleasure to your clit, he moaned almost louder than you did. You heard him mutter something like “fuck” before he attacked himself to your cunt, eating like he’d been starved his entire life.

It was embarrassing how fast you were on the edge, you tried to push his head back but he growled. “God, m’already worked up. Gonna cum too soon.” Your face was red from the stimulation and the mortification.

“Not too soon-” he got distracted and went back to eating you out until you nudged him again. “I want it, s’mine, let me have it. Need to feel you cum- fuck ya later I just need to taste you so bad fuck…”

You didn’t disturb him again, he held onto you tighter when you started shaking. He slipped a finger into you and found your sensitive spot. You were so tight and wet for him it was driving him crazy.

“Suguru! Gonna- gonna!”

He didn’t let up at all, insistently licking and sucking your clit, rubbing you perfectly from the inside- you clamped your thighs around his head and came harder than you could ever remember.

The finger withdrew after a minute, letting you ride your orgasm out with something to clench on. His mouth however, didn’t stop. Careful to avoid overstimulating you, he cleaned you up with his own tongue.

Your body was boneless, dead weight and ready to fucking sleep but that wouldn’t be fair. You reached out for him and he held your hand in his clean one. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes were closed but you just knew he was looking at you concerned. “W’about you?”

It took him a minute to realize what you meant and he chuckled, “No baby, I was making it up to you remember?” You were too tired to remember.

You shook your head and he adjusted your skirt to pull it down. “Let me clean up and I’ll take you home, yeah?”

“Too tired, don’t want y’too leave.”

“I wasn’t gonna leave you alone, you’re coming with me. I got a comfortable bed and a big tub for a soak with your name on it. Hold onto me again, I’ll carry you.”

You held onto him like a koala while he grabbed your purse and coat, draping it over you to keep you warm. The rain finally came to a drizzle, it was good timing on Mother Nature’s part.

After he grabbed his own keys he had you buckled in the passenger seat with the seat heater on blast. He didn’t like that you were shivering.

Geto was more than happy. Not only were you canceling your transfer, you were his now.

In his heart, he knew deep down Gojo was going to tease him relentlessly.

Worth it.

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[duhnova]

Your thoughts/thots series is everything! If you feel like it, could you please do Vernon, DK and Wonwoo? Thank you so much!

hii here’s a link to vernon’s and dk’s ! and i’ll do wonwoos down below ^^

soft & fluffy:

- a love language of his towards you would be gift giving! he’ll be out and about doing his own thing when he’d see something that reminded him of you and he just had to get it for you (and it could be a small little trinket to something really expensive that he noticed you eye a second longer than normal that he had to go back for later on)

- sweet nothings and words of affirmation are big with him (both giving and recruiting i think). he loves watching the way you get all shy and giggly as he tells you how pro our he is of you and that he loves you so very much (and if you do it back to him he’s the same way where he gets all shy and smiley and he’ll try to hide away in his hoodie which’ll only make you keep going)

- he loves to be in your presence, whether you two are cuddling or if you’re on opposite sides of the room as long as you’re there he’s content (he always says your presence calms him down which is why he’ll call you if you two are apart for long periods of time, just having you on the phone grounds him)

- hand holding and kisses are big with him!! (but secretly he enjoys reviving them more then giving them and it’s not really a secret but he likes to pretend it is), the way he’ll lowkey short circuit if you initiate the hand holding AND if you randomly decide to kiss his knuckles or finger tips (or especially his ring) he will lose all sense of stability

thotty:

- car sex!!! car sex!!!! CAR SEX!!!! ok look, something about it just drives him crazy (especially if it’s right after you two got done doing something important - like attending a work gala or having lunch with your family) he can’t help but push his seat back and have you ride him, or push your face down into the backseat, or bend you over the hood of the car and fuck you that way (something primal just comes out of him when he gets the chance to fuck you in or on the car)

- if you wear pretty lace for him i will tell you right now it won’t be in one piece anymore when he gets his hands on you. he loves the way it looks on you and the way it feels when he’s ripping it off of you (and the way goosebumps litter your skin while you whimper has him going feral), he’ll always buy you more later as an apology (not that it lasts long, sometimes you’ll model things for him before you buy them and he’s taking you back to the car afterwards to fuck you dumb)

- he is an ass man i feel, he loves back shots, he loves to spank it and bite it and mark it up (god his thrusts can be bruising fr and when he sees them in the morning it has him apologizing but also getting hard again), also leave it up to this man to leave his literal hand prints on your ass/thighs from spanking it so hard (and he’d lowkey grab at it and squeeze it if you’re out in public, but only if he knows no one is looking - though i feel like the guys have caught him once or twice and they have never let him live it down)

- hair puller!! he loves to pull on your hair or have his own hair pulled, it’s just something about the way your back arches if he pulls yours while he’s fucking you from behind.. and if you’re face to face and you pull his hair you best believe he’s groaning lowly and his eyes roll a little, and maybe just maybe he drools a tiny bit (bonus points if his glasses are still on because he’s too lazy to take them off, and he knows you like them on anyways, and they slide down his nose a little or get knocked around cause you’re tugging on his hair so hard)

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo fluff #seventeen fluff #— [🍒] nova answers

[foreverdolly]

baby butler | dad!austin butler x pregnant!reader

summary: you get pregnant while in australia, your husband still in the process of filming for the elvis biopic. you have yet to make any kind of announcement about the fast approaching birth of your son, so when the paparazzi begin snapping pictures, you panic. austin, being wildly protective of you and his unborn child, does a little more than just put his foot down. | this was a request by an anon as well as @abloversblog and @diva-1992 .

this is a prequel to my fic "baby-bliss", but you can read this as a stand alone !

pairings: dad! austin butler x pregnant! reader

word count: 3,964

warnings/notes: tons of fluff, mentions of covid, austin's elvis accent is thick in this, austin in this fic makes me want to die because he's just so cute, he totally wanted to beat the dog snot out of the photographer, austin is literally so hot in this fic and i can't even explain why.

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Getting pregnant while both you and your husband were still in Australia for the filming of Elvis wasn’t part of the plan. The two of you were newly weds, and children were always part of the bigger picture for you and Austin, but never so soon. Neither of you had been too surprised when the test had come back positive though. You two had been playing a dangerous game for the better part of two years, and it had finally come back to bite you in the ass. Austin had been more excited than you had been towards the beginning. You knew how long his days on set were, and the last thing you wanted was to go through the motions of it all alone, but after the first few weeks he had constantly proved himself to be a diligent soon-to-be father. He insisted that you visit him whilst on set, just so that he could eat lunch or dinner with you every day. He would have groceries delivered to your house, just so that you didn’t have to go out all alone during the days that hit you a bit harder. Any free time that he had was spent with you. He was absolutely ecstatic. Austin had always been good to you, but he had gone out of his way to show you just how much he cared. 

You didn’t feel alone. Not once. Today was one of Austin’s off days, which was a rarity. He enjoyed spending the time at home, curled up in bed with a good book, his free hand pressed against your pregnant belly, or playing the guitar and asking your opinion on the way he sounded. Today had been a very lazy day, much like all of your other days. You were far enough into your pregnancy where all you wanted to do was sleep or watch television. You had to be careful about being out and about while you were with Austin now that you were showing. The two of you had decided that you didn’t want to announce anything to the public yet, especially since the hype for the upcoming film was at an alltime high. You were used to having your entire life dissected, but this was different. This was your baby, and you didn’t want anything to dull the overwhelming joy the two of you felt. “I just don’t think I’m gettin’ it right.” Austin dropped his hand from the neck of the guitar, pushing his dark locks back agitatedly. You shook your head, struggling to pull yourself up into a sitting position. Austin quickly lurched forward, outstretching his arm so that he could help you, but you were quick to dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “Try it one more time. I think you sound just like him, but you’re the expert, not me.” He rolled his eyes with a smile, shaking his head a few times before he began to play again, starting from the beginning. 

You couldn’t count on both your fingers and toes how many times you’ve heard ‘That’s All Right’ today, let alone over the last few months. Despite the fact that it was repetitive, you never got bored of it. He’d move around the living room like it was your very own private concert, going out of his way to make you smile or swoon. Austin was adorable. You watched him carefully, your eyes flickering between his face, swaying hips, and his fingers as he strummed animatedly. Just as you were about to praise him you felt a sharp pain in your ribs, and movement as the baby shifted. You were quick to wince, sucking in a breath through your teeth. The guitar was on the floor next to the coffee table in the blink of an eye, your husband down on his knees in front of you. “Hey- Hey, pretty girl. You doin’ alright?” He rubbed your arms up and down, helping you scoot towards the edge of the couch. “Yeah. Your son just decided to karate kick me in the ribs.” Austin bit his lip, fighting off a smile as he pointed his finger at your stomach. “Hey!” You let out a small laugh as he playfully glared at your belly. “We talked about this, lil man! Stop beatin’ on your mama!” You shook your head, reaching out to take his hand so that you could press it against the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes softened as he felt the movement against his palm, watching your stomach with fascination. “He’s a wild one, I’m tellin’ you what.” 

“He likes the sound of your voice.” You loved being able to feel your son’s movement. It reminded you that he was healthy, and while most mother’s you had spoken to liked to complain, you knew that it was something that you would treasure. “Well I guess I can stop practicin’ then. If he thinks his daddy is good enough, then I’ll take it.” Austin’s southern drawl was as thick as ever as he spoke to you, and though it had taken a lot of getting used to, you quite liked it. He knew that too, and enjoyed using it as a way to tease. You certainly weren’t complaining though. “How about we go on a quick walk? Just around the block?” As tired as you felt, you were beginning to feel restless being indoors. There wasn’t much you could do since everybody was on lockdown, but you tried to get fresh air whenever you could. You felt like you were starting to go insane. “Of course. C’mon,” he stood up, reaching both of his hands down for you. You thankfully took them, and he helped to lift you off of the couch. “God, I’m getting huge.” You muttered to yourself, shuffling off to the bedroom so that you could grab a jacket out of the closet. “It’s so cute.” Austin leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently for you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He had already slipped on his sneakers. “I certainly don’t feel cute.” You turned to look at him, your eyebrow quirking up in disbelief. You felt like you were getting bigger by the day. Your husband, despite your growing size, still couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He seemed to have a newfound appreciation for your body now that you were carrying his child. “Well you sure look it, honey. Before we leave the house, have you taken your-” “Prenatal? Yes.” You interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. He was a helicopter parent already, and the poor boy wasn’t even born yet. 

People had helped to set certain expectations as far as childbirth went, but no one had prepared you for how you would feel once you hit the seventh month mark. Everything hurt. Your ankles were swollen, your back felt like it might snap in half at any given moment, and you found it hard to do even the simplest tasks. Not that Austin minded helping you with anything and everything. He had been strict about what you could and couldn’t do, going the extra mile to do research on what might put stress on your health. You shrugged on your jacket, your husband breezing past the doorway and into the room so that he could reach down, grabbing your sneakers out of the closet. “You know the drill, little lady. Hand on the shoulder.” You chuckled, happily obeying him. He lifted up your foot as you put your hand down, using his broad shoulder for leverage as he tied up your shoe, then moved to the other side. “What would I do without you?” You cooed, and he instantly recognized your teasing. “Only wear slip ons.” Before you could laugh at his joke he was reaching down, giving your bottom a firm slap before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s blow this joint, yeah? I’m goin’ stir crazy.” You hummed in agreement, following him out the front door. 

The flat that the studio had provided for you and Austin was gorgeous, with tons of natural lighting and enough space to not make it feel so cramped. Even so, being locked up constantly was beginning to take its toll on you. You looked forward to going to the filming locations each day not just to see Austin, but also to get the hell out of the house. Austin tried to pull you in the direction of the elevator, but you quickly denied. “I want to try and get all of my steps in.” Austin knew that you were hardheaded, but you had gotten even worse during your pregnancy. He shook his head in disbelief, but gave in quickly, moving to your other side so that you could grab the railing in one hand, and his arm in the other. It took the two of you a record breaking two minutes to get down the two flights of stairs, and by the end of it you felt like you might just keel over right there. Despite your aching bones you pushed through, practically jogging through the lobby doors. “Fresh air!” You called out excitedly, pumping your left fist in the air as Austin intertwined his fingers with yours. “You’re out here actin’ like I’m holdin’ you hostage or somethin’.” He tugged you gently so that you would be a little closer to him, the two of you walking along the sidewalk. 

He walked on the side closest to traffic, your hands swinging between the two of you. As much as you missed home, you couldn’t deny how beautiful Australia was. You hadn’t gotten many opportunities to do much exploring, but what you had seen was breathtaking. You didn’t get to do much traveling when you were a kid, so you were happy to follow Austin wherever his job took him. He never liked leaving you alone for long periods of time, so he always fought to bring you along with him when he went overseas. “Am I waddling? I feel like I am.” You tried to look down at your feet while you walked, but found it nearly impossible to see over your pregnant belly. “I think it’s adorable.” He purred, raising your entwined hands up to his lips so that he could give your wrist a soft kiss. You groaned, shaking your head back and forth. You found certain changes embarrassing, and the pregnant walk? You hated it. “Two more months. Just two more months, and he’ll be here.” He liked to remind you that you wouldn’t feel like this forever, and thank god for that. You were eager to finally see your son after loving him for so long. Austin felt the exact same way. Though he had mixed feelings about the filming process of the movie finally coming to an end, he was excited to get home so that he could get started on the nursery. He talked about it constantly. You always thought that you would be the one that was crazy about nursery decorations and purchasing baby clothes, but Austin definitely took the cake. When Austin was at work and in between scenes, he was texting you nonstop pictures. From baby carriages to breast pumps that he had done hours of research on, he was relentless. His father had already made multiple trips to your home, and had been nice enough to assemble the crib and changing table. The poor guy had already made one too many trips, taking box after box of items that Austin had purchased into the house. Poor David had sent you a picture just last Thursday, and your living room looked like a UPS storage room.  It was sad that the two of you wouldn’t get to experience the joy of hosting a baby shower, but gifts from your friends and family were constantly pouring in. 

Austin’s grip on your hand tightened for a second, and you were quick to look up at him, trying to gauge why he felt so stiff. He seemed to be staring at something in the distance, and you had to squint your eyes to see just what he was looking at. You were used to people taking pictures or journalists following after the two of you back when you were in California. Thankfully, Australia had been a lot different. Towards the beginning of filming there were some paparazzi every once and a while, but things had died down thanks to Covid. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to have your life intruded upon in such a way, but there they were. Someone driving past must have made a call to a local magazine, that was the only thing you could think of. Austin was quick to turn the both of you around, heading off in the opposite direction so that you could walk back to your house. It wasn’t that you were hiding your pregnancy, but you certainly didn’t want it posted all over god’s green earth. Especially since the two of you hadn’t even said anything about it on social media yet. 

“Fuck off.” Austin spoke under his breath through clenched teeth, dropping your hand so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tightly into his side in order to shield you a little better. You weren’t sure if the journalists were already taking photos, but you didn’t dare turn around. You walked a little faster, sucking in a breath. “Austin, what do we do?” Your hands fumbled with the front of your jacket, trying to zip it up. Your husband shook his head, a few strands of his dark locks falling into his eyes. “Don’t even bother. You’re seven months along, and that thin jacket ain’t gonna do nothin’ to hide it.” He was right. You could hear loud footsteps behind you, and then your names being called. “Austin! Y/n! Do you mind speaking with us for a few seconds?” Yes. Yes you did. Your blue eyed knight was quick to turn his head. “Now is not a good time, guys.” You two walked a little faster, trying to put more distance between the three of you. You could hear a camera shutter clicking behind you, and you burrowed yourself even deeper into Austin’s side, your hand shaking as you gripped the back of his long sleeved shirt. He hated seeing you nervous like this, especially since you were so far along. You could tell that he was beginning to get uncharacteristically angry, his sharp jaw ticking as he bit hard on the side of his cheek in order to keep his anger in check. He had always been protective, but now that you were carrying his child? He was on top of you at all times. 

“Please? Do you mind? It’s for a one page spread in our magazine about the upcoming movie.” Austin was losing what little patience he had. He didn’t even bother turning around. Instead he just raised his voice a little so that the man could hear him. “I’m goin’ on a press tour soon. You’ll just have to wait until then.” His voice was deep and gruff as he spoke, his annoyance quickly morphing into anger. A few cars began honking, seeing the approaching paparazzi following the two of you, wanting to know what celebrity was out on the streets. If you felt overwhelmed before, now you were practically losing your mind. You were beginning to pant nervously, your chest raising and falling at a rapid pace. Austin noticed right away. “Listen! I was bein’ nice before, but you’re about to see me get real angry if you don’t leave. You’re frightenin’ my wife.” The footsteps stopped for a second, and you and Austin picked up the pace, seeing the complex's gate in the distance. You were only a minute or two away from home. Suddenly one of the journalists was jogging past you, turning around so that he could block your path. The stranger’s eyes widened as he finally noticed your bump, quickly raising his camera and snapping a picture. The flash momentarily blinded you, making you close your eyes tightly and stop in your tracks. Austin lost it. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get the fuck back! Get back!” He was quick to step in front of you, holding his arms out at his sides to block any more unwanted photos. “You’re not even wearin’ a mask!” Austin was quick to point out, widening his stance so that he could take action if need be. 

“I just wanted to talk to you for a second-” “And I said no! We didn’t consent to it, so why are we even havin’ a conversation right now? I’m so nice to ya’ll, and I never get the same respect back. Just go! We’re both uncomfortable right now.” Your husband was by no means a pushover, but he was a good man. Despite his anger, he was still trying to reason with the man. One thing that you had learned over the years of being with Austin was the fact that the paparazzi had absolutely no boundaries. The juicer the photos, the more money they made. They were vultures. The second that the man took another photo Austin completely blew his lid. “You got it, man! You got the fuckin’ picture, are you happy? You’re stressin’ out my pregnant wife, and god help you if she gets sick ‘cause of it.” Austin reached behind himself, grabbing your arm so that he could begin walking you over to his side. “If you take a step towards her I will see it as a threat.” He warned, his voice shaking as he began pulling you along. The second that the two of you made it through the gate you felt like you could finally breathe. Austin closed it behind himself, visibly relaxing when he heard the lock click into place. 

The downsides of having your hormones raging like crazy was that you cried at the drop of the hat. For once you actually had a reason to cry. Of course you could quickly type something up in order to announce your pregnancy on social media, but you probably didn’t have enough time. The pictures would most likely be circulating within the hour. Austin was quick to pull you into a hug, placing kiss after kiss on the top of your head. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, darlin’.” He rubbed your back up and down in soothing motions, but his grip on you tightened as your shoulders began shaking with the weight of your cries. “I-I wanted to make the announcement s-special.” He pressed his cheek to the top of your head, rocking you back and forth gently. “Let’s sit together and type somethin’ up. We can both quickly make a post, yeah? Make it short and sweet, that way those bastards don’t break the news before we do.” You knew the kind of life that you would be living with Austin the moment that the two of you started dating. Having your pictures taken wasn’t anything new, but never in your life had you ever felt so violated by the paparazzi before. The man had endangered your life without giving it a second thought. “Y-Yeah. Let’s do that.” You agreed. 

This time the two of you did take the elevator. You had stopped crying at some point, allowing Austin to cup your cheeks delicately in his large hands, giving your cheeks small pecks. Austin had decided to post a picture of one of the sonograms that had been taken at your latest appointments, and you posted the picture that was currently your lockscreen- a picture of Austin with his head lovingly placed on your stomach, his eyes closed and his lips pulled back into a wide grin. Austin handed you his phone before pressing ‘post’, wanting you to read over what he had decided to say. 

The happiness that I feel is immeasurable. The universe has gifted me in more ways than I ever believed was possible. My wife and I wanted to be the first ones to share this beautiful news with the world. We’re excited to meet you, baby Butler. 

It was simple and sweet, just like he wanted. You hit post for him, quickly doing the same for your post as well. Comments poured in like crazy, and the two of you sat on the couch, refreshing google every few minutes just to see if the pictures were up yet. The only articles that you saw were speculations from a few months back as well as gossip magazines that were already posting about you and your husband’s announcements. It took three hours for the photos to finally hit the media. The first picture was of both you and your husband’s backs turned to the camera, then the one that had taken you by surprise. It hurt your heart to see the shocked looks on both of your faces and the way that Austin protectively had his arms tightly wrapped around you. The next picture was of Austin, his face twisted with anger and his arms out wide. You could just barely see your much smaller form behind him, pressed tightly against his back. “Hah! Have you read it yet? These people have absolutely no human decency.” You scrolled down further, your eyes skimming through the horribly written article . It commented on Austin’s abrasive attitude towards the photographer, even going as far as to call him an “overprotective father”. You rolled your eyes, scrolling down to read the comments. You were overwhelmed with how many people were standing up for the two of you. 

“Covid is at an all time high, and you guys are seriously trying to paint this out to be a rude celebrity interaction? This magazine is terrible.” 

“Whether or not his fans are upset that they waited so long to say anything, it’s their choice. The fact that you took pictures of his pregnant wife without her consent is disgusting. Seeing the look on her face in these photos makes me want to cry.” 

“When I was pregnant with my daughter I waited until the last second to even tell family members because I wanted to make sure that I was fully comfortable. The fact that celebrities have their lives torn apart like this is horrible. I hope Y/n’s okay. Sending prayers to the little family.” 

“I hope this photographer gets fired for this! Justice for the Butlers! Paparazzi are vicious!” 

“Fuck this magazine. I just unfollowed all of your social media accounts.” 

Austin tossed his phone down onto the coffee table, scooting over so that he could pull you into his side. “How are you doin’, little mama? Feelin’ better?” You had calmed down the second that the two of you had made your official posts, but knowing that your fans had both of your backs meant the world. You nodded, sniffling softly. “Can we watch a movie or something?” He nodded, quick to stand up to turn on the television and grab the remote. “Since you’re already up, do you mind getting me some water?” “Of course.” He handed you the remote before grabbing the glass you had sitting on the coffee table. “And maybe my bag of chips?” You could hear a cabinet open, then the sound of a plastic bag crinkling. Your nose wrinkled as you smiled. “A-And maybe-” “Fuzzy socks?” You two had been together for so long that it was almost as though you could read each other’s minds. It got scary sometimes. You didn’t even have to answer him. “Already on it.”

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[simpywriter]

Flames (Bonus Chapter - 2)

Hot fire

Pairing: Zuko x Reader Universe: Canon Words: 3.2k

Flames - Main

Summary: With his new position of Fire Lord, Zuko is so stressed that not even you can calm him. After a big fight with him you both need to reconcile, what a perfect opportunity to finally take that step. (This is a bonus chapter for my three-chapters fic ‘Flames’, but you can also read it separatly)

Warnings: emotional sex, kinda bossy Zuko, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

‘I’ll kick his ass’ You kept thinking as your clenched fists were surrounded by flames, crankling your toes to get rid of the sand between them caused you to constantly lose balance, losing control over every technique you tried. Frustration and anger stiffened your arms, making your movements clumsy and unsuccessful.

This all started a little less than a week ago, when you and Zuko moved to Ember Island together with Katara and Aang, in order to have a quiet and calm place to discuss some matters about the four nations; Sokka and Suki caught up with you a day later, Toph shortly following. The first days were peaceful, you spent your mornings on the beach, writing down ideas you discussed over lunch and in the afternoon, while the evenings passed while sitting in front of a bonfire, telling each other about your lives now that you weren’t all together anymore.

But then the topics became heavier and more complicated. And Zuko started to freak out. Every word, every doubt you tried to bring into conversation was an excuse to get mad and lash out on you or the others; his role was difficult and his father left on his shoulder a big burden, but it couldn’t be an excuse to treat poorly the friends trying to help him. So, you decided to hang out more with Katara and Suki, train your bending on the beach and ask Sokka for help in hand-to-hand combat. But avoiding him seemed to make the situation worse, Zuko started sending you digs whenever he could, the little gestures he usually reserved for you, like pouring your tea first or intertwining your fingers under the table, were gone, replaced by huffs and clenched fists when you stood up to get away from a discussion.

«You know what? Tonight you stay alone», you once bust out during dinner after yet another contemptuous comment about your laziness. «I’m done with you for the next twelve hours» «Oh yeah? And where would you like to sleep?», the others were looking between you two without a word, their eyes scanning rapidly your expressions in turn. You were almost embarrassed to be fighting with your boyfriend in front of all your friends. Almost. «It’s not of your business. And you made clear that you don’t care about me. That wouldn’t be the first time either», you could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes and immediately regret saying those words. However, you didn’t had time to go back on what you said because Zuko quickly got up, sending you and icy glare. «Then I won’t care» He stormed out of the door without a second thought.

«So… are we still going to the theatre tomorrow?». Katara quickly summoned a wave from her cup, showering her brother’s head.

You tried to convince Toph to let you stay with her since she was the only one with a free spot in her room, but the little girl was strict about sleeping alone; after nearly an hour of prayers and promises, you found yourself forced to knock on the door of your and Zuko’s shared room. ‘Spirits, that girl is so bossy. Ugh.’ «I don’t want to talk Aang. Just leave me alo-» «It’s me».

You could sense him freezing just from the soft gasp he let out. You impatiently waited for him to open the door, dreading the thought of sleeping on the little couch in the living room. Just as you were preparing yourself to relight the fireplace, Zuko opened the door, leaning against the frame with a tired expression. You regretted your previous words even more: his hair was a tousled mess, the robe asymmetrically tied on his waist. «I…», you couldn’t look at him in the eyes «Toph wouldn’t let me stay…». Without a word he moved away, letting you in. You nodded in gratitude and quickly found yourself climbing into the bed next to him, facing the other side. At first both of you remained silent, listening to the waves shattering on the beach; then, you sensed him moving on the mattress, leaning closer to you «Y/N… Can we talk?», he brought his arm around your side, squeezing you lightly against him, but you moved away, standing up quickly to prevent him from trying again (also because you knew you would give in easily, especially when he was giving you the puppy eyes… Focus).

«I’m still mad, Zuko. You’ve been awful to me these days» «Excuse me??» He got up, harshly throwing the blankets away «I may have treated you badly, but you told me that I don’t give a damn about you. Even though you know how bad I feel about everything that happened!» «Don’t scream» «I know», he took long steps in your direction «And then it’s you who is… well…». «I what?» «You know it…» «No, I don’t», you said, crossing arms against your chest.

You could see his cheeks flush even with just the little light coming from outside «It’s not important» «Evidently it is!» «Don’t scream» «I know», you sighed «Tell me» «No» «Zuko» «You’re… You’re always clinging to Sokka» «It’s not… huh?»

You blinked, replaying his words in your mind two or three times more before you really understood what he was saying. And when you did you had to turn to all your self-control to not start laughing right there in front of him, Sokka came here with Suki, they were like glue and the water tribe boy always looked at her with heart-shaped eyes. You couldn’t believe what your boyfriend just said. «Oh Spirits… you’re jealous». Zuko felt even more ashamed hearing the amusement in your voice «I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine», he muttered the last part, face twisted in a pouting frown.

«You just… always ran to him and… ask to practice together, on the beach. And that happen every single time I can’t stay with you because of the work or after a fight, a-and… maybe you think I’m not enough and-» The words died in his throat as you took his face in your head, delicately holding his gaze «Just calm down». His golden eyes stared into yours, the pupils were shaking in a whirlwind of self-doubt. When he saw the corners of your lips curl up, his ragged breath calmed. «I’m not going anywhere», thumbs traced gentle circles on his cheekbones «I know it’s hard for you, but don’t you ever think that you might not be enough. Okay?», Zuko nodded shyly, never making a move to distance himself from your grip. «Even if sometimes you piss me off a lot», you stifled your laughter as you saw his skin turning crimson, from neck to ears. «You’re so cute~», you teased him, giggling even louder when his eyes widened and he hurriedly hid his face sinking it into your neck, muttering a ‘Stop’ against your skin. The boy felt the vibrations of your laughter across his chest, making his heartbeat even faster; but along with that familiar feeling that came over him when he heard you laugh he felt something else, something heavier.

«I’m sorry», he whispered, and you closed your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your sides. «I’m really sorry for everything I said to you», his voice trembled and you could feel him seeking refuge in the warmth of your body, just like you had done with him years before, when your family abandoned you: «It’s ok», you reassured him «I’m sorry too, I know you care.». His hands moved from your hips to both your cheeks as he rested his forehead against yours with shaky breaths. He gave you a little peck and you couldn’t contain a soft smile, «I love you», he whispered before kissing you again, and again, and again until your lips were glued together; you could feel the passion Zuko was conveying in his kiss, the previous softness left space for something warmer. His hands moved from your cheeks down your neck, caressing you back until encircling your waist. His naked forearms were hot against the soft fabric of your nightgown.

Before you knew it you were pressed against a wall, Zuko’s finger kneading the skin of your hips, moving awfully close to your butt. You ran your nails through his hair, shivering at the sound the boy made when you scratched his nape. He muttered your name, being quickly silenced by your tongue on his. A leg found its way between yours and you let out a trembling moan, a warmth in the pit of your stomach, forcing you to clasp a hand on his shoulder. «Are you alright?», he slightly pulled away, just enough to leave your lips touching. Your mind took a bit to regain control over your body, the way his breath grazed your skin didn’t help. At all. «More than okay». Your hand traveled across his robe, moving the hem to expose his skin, the soft light from outside highlighted the muscles of the chest, tensing under your lingering touch. Zuko had to summon all his willpower to hold your gaze; he was sure he was red all the way to the tips of his ears but at least your cheeks looked flushed too (he just didn’t know it was because of his sudden exposure).

He was gathering his thoughts when you spoke, fingers timidly going their way through his hair. «You know all those times we… we kiss» «Yes» «And we kind of… kiss really…», you moved a hand between your two bodies, trying to push the concept out of you without words. But you just got a quizzical look from your boyfriend, making you let out an exasperated sigh «We kiss hard, Zuko» To this the Fire Lord’s face burst out in flames «O-Oh yes. Yes! We kiss h-hard», the way his stuttering was interrupted by an embarrassed cough was nearly enough to make you forget your own uneasiness. Nearly.

«We’ve never gone further than… your hands» «M-my…», he gulped «Hands» «On my body» «On your body» «Over the clothes» «Over your clothes» «I think I might want them under» «You think you might want th- what?! Oh Spirits». He tried to escape, turning his head toward the wall, the bed, the window, anywhere but you. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if you saw smoke coming out of his ears; his lips moved hysterically, but you couldn’t really get what he was trying to say. With a small chuckle you cupped his face. 

«Is it because of Mai?», you asked, as gently as you could. Zuko opened the mouth to contradict you but was quickly silenced by your soft look, he just couldn’t lie to your sweet gaze. With a sigh he leaned forward, pecking your lips, and caressing your cheekbone he whispered «Yes. I know you’ve never done anything and I don’t want you to feel forced by the fact that Mai and I…» «I don’t feel forced», it was your turn to kiss him «I appreciate your caring and I love how thoughtful you are. But if I’m telling you this it’s because I want this». It was as his golden eyes lit up for a second, the warmth from his body completely overwhelming yours. «Are you sure?», he asked, lips grazing yours with every word. «Yes»

And the same heat from before was back in a second. It was back in his kisses, in his touches around your body, in the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth. It was back in the way you two stumbled across the room, trying to find the bed without distancing from one another, as both of you pulled on your night clothes. When you finally felt the blankets under your back Zuko’s robe was completely off, the hem of your gown rose as the boy moved his leg between yours, straps sliding down your shoulders. Both your hands explored his body, drawing imaginary patterns on his exposed skin; the goosebumps raised with your touch made him shiver with a sigh, hot fingers tracing your sides, playing with the silky fabric, lifting it until you helped him taking the piece of clothing off. You always thought that on this occasion you would’ve been ashamed as hell, that you would’ve wanted to grab the sheets and hide from every gaze. But you were proved wrong. You didn’t feel the need to cover yourself, you let his eyes scan every inch of you that was uncovered.

«You are beautiful», Zuko wasted no time before kissing you again, taking your breath away before trailing his lips down your neck; a surprised moan left your lips as his teeth and tongue played with your skin and his hand kneaded your left breast. The lower part of both your bodies began to move in unison, making the desire of both of you evident, «Can you feel what you’re doing to me?», you heard the boy whisper and you couldn’t respond with anything other than another moan. You could feel how much he needed you against your thigh, his erection pressing to be freed from the boxers; your skin was on fire, you could feel the heat that spread from his hand as it traveled down the valley between your breasts, tracing the curve of your abdomen until he hooked two fingers inside the hem of your panties.

You could feel only the warm and pleasure he was giving to you, trying to let out only whimpers and soft moans, not willing to risk the others hearing you. «You’re so wet…», Zuko’s fingers traced your slit under the panties, his mouth glued to your neck. The others might not even hear you but certainly the marks the boy was intent on leaving on you would be very visible the next day. It would’ve been difficult to hide even those on your chest, considering the hunger with which the boy sucked the skin of your breasts. He inserted two fingers inside you and another moan, higher than the others, left your lips. «Zuko…», you whimpered, hips moving on their own to follow his pace «I need you» «I know». He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow and giggling breathlessly when he saw the look of frustration on your face when he pulled his fingers out.

You kicked off your underwear as he slipped off his boxers, stroking his shaft before aligning it to your entrance.

Zuko bent down to kiss your neck, moving up your cheek, towards your temple, the heated passion temporarily replaced by his usual sweetness as he intertwined the fingers of one hand with yours «It'll hurt a little… tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”, he whispered against your skin. You nodded, bringing a hand to stroke his hair, grazing the back of his neck with your nails «I trust you Zuko». He pulled away just enough to peer into your eyes, leaving his body on yours, careful not to weigh on you but close enough for you to feel all the comfort that the warmth of his body gave you. He smiled and immediately entered you, leaning in to kiss your temple as you let out a pained moan. He continued to enter, slowly, feeling your walls tighten around him with every inch.

«Zuko…!» you breathed out, clawing at his back almost in panic, torn between pleasure and pain. The boy squinted, cursing «Fuck, Y/N… you’re tight» The way his expression changed made your cheeks heat up. His mouth was half open, neck muscles tense and eyebrows furrowed in a pleasured expression, your whole body reacted to the idea of being the cause of what he felt and you immediately warmed up. The burning you felt between your legs began to ease and when Zuko narrowed his eyes to look at you, his breath caught in his throat. «You’re beautiful», he whispered. His lips assaulted your neck, leaving a trail of rosy hickeys up to the front. «Zuko…», you moaned, scratching his shoulders with your nails «Move». «Yes», he smirked before starting to rock into you.

It was like something exploded into your chest, the pain disappeared almost completely, just a small hint that made the pleasure stronger. You were overwhelmed by him, by Zuko. He was on top of you, inside you, all over you… His hands were grabbing the pillow next to your head, tightening at each thrust of his hips inside of you. He moaned against your ear, making the tightness you felt in the pit of your stomach even tighter; you felt the need to feel him deeper and before you knew it you had wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him with your heels to go deeper. Zuko let out a surprised noise, immediately broken by a more pleasured one, his knuckles turning white as he bent down to take a nipple between his lips. «F-Fuck! You’re… mh… good», you murmured, causing a chuckle from him that vibrated against your skin. «Thanks, love», he whispered flicking his tongue and making your walls tighten around him.

His hands left the pillow to grip you thighs in a way that would surely leave visible bruises the next day, but you would worry tomorrow about which bathing suit to wear to cover them, what was occupying your mind at the moment was the way Zuko spread your legs, holding your pelvis up and starting to rock again leaving you to appreciate the new angle. His thrusts hand become erratic, his labored breaths sent shivers across your skin. He leant into your neck again, hiding in the crook of your shoulder. «I’m close» he whispered trembling against you, his tone was enough for your entire body to shake with a jolt of pleasure. «Me too», you panted «Please Zuko, I need you.. ah!» You were interrupted buy your own moan when he brought two fingers between your bodies, rubbing against your clit. The combination of his thrusts and fingers sent you over the edge, soon followed by Zuko, who moaned your name before pulling out and coming right away.

You fell into bed next to each other after cleaning yourself up, letting each other’s bodies warm you. You had a happy smile as you absentmindedly caressed Zuko’s chest, cheek resting on his collarbone. He had an arm embracing your waist, two fingers grazing your skin. «How was it?», he asked in a whisper and you felt yourself blush, instinctively snuggling into him. «Perfect. I didn’t think you had such a dominant side inside. You’re usually so shy…» This time it was his turn tu blush, you could tell simply by how he held his breath for just an instant, it wasn’t necessary for you to look at him. After a few more seconds of silence Zuko called your name, softly, his grip on your hip tightening almost imperceptibly. «What» «Let’s not fight anymore for these things»

You turned slowly, lifting your head to get a good look at him. The boy had a few strands stuck to his forehead and reddish cheeks. But you stopped with your gaze on his eyes, shiny and insecure. You immediately leaned towards him, kissing him slowly but deeply; he kissed you back, flicking his tongue against yours and stroking your cheek with his free hand. When you pulled away it was only a few inches. «Let’s not fight anymore for these things »

| The End |

Heyyy, so sorry for the late late late late so-much-late update but you know... things. Hope you liked this juicy bonus chapter! See you next fic!

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[astro-pioneer]

teenager in love!

he's absolutely smitten by you. is that bad? 『ace, ruggie』

ace!

an absolute simpleton

he's so giddy whenever he's around you it gives everyone whiplash

grim could be getting the slandering of his life and ace would see you walking and be like !!!! and switch up so fast

he'd leave deuce, grim, and yuu behind just to walk you to class and enjoy the small time together fjdjfjdj

definitely the type to somehow leave class early and wait for you at your class

one day he had a present for you and bashfully admitted the begging he had to do to get it made him have to feed the flamingoes for a month

riddle and trey (mostly trey) feel bad and give him the stuff he asks for with no punishment because 1) every heartslabyul student is now slacking and 2) the grovelling got on riddle's nerves quickly lmao

grim gets pissy whenever ace sits with you during lunch because it's one less person he can steal food from but that's a him problem

"This isn't fair! Who's going to give me more food now!?" It was a miracle most of the students were ignoring Grim's meltdown during lunch. His eyes were drilling holes into the back of Ace's head a few tables away. It was an amazement in of itself that the bread sitting in the monster's mouth wasn't soaked with the dramatic tears streaming down his face. "How dare they take my other supplier away from me!" Deuce and Yuu tried their best to ignore him.

Ace was sweating, holding his sandwich while trying to avoid looking behind him. It was an amusing sight to see; it wasn't every day the cat made the redhead shiver. "If you'd like we could have lunch another day? It seems like your friend doesn't seem fond of us hanging out." Ace whipped around quickly, a mean glare being sent to Grim, who screamed and dove into the magicless prefect's blazer.

Turning back around, he sent you a grin, "Never! Say, how about we also have lunch together tomorrow? Same table? I can bring you a pastry or something! Also don't mind the furball, he's just stupid."

ruggie!

four words: a piece of shit (in leona's eyes)

he has no problem going out of his way to assist you! carrying textbooks? hold the lightest one, he'll take the rest

leona's a hater because he gets ruggie's attitude after he was a literal saint with you

dude practically spends more time with you in your dorm than his own dorm (leona's room and laundry are getting out of control please give him back)

the only time he's not as sweet is when he sees you struggling with something

prepare for a whole bullying session before he swoops in and helps you

definitely would skip away like a buffoon while telling you you don't owe him anything

leona would pay to unwitness that

Leona groaned, trying to tune out Ruggie's complaints about how Crewel is on his ass about trying to get the lion beastman to attend class. Like hey, he's a pretty lazy dude, what do you expect? "Hey, Leona! At least pretend to listen, will ya'?" Leona was thinking about what to make the hyena get him for lunch.

He cracked an eye open after not hearing any nagging in his ear, only to roll and shut it again. Don't get him wrong; he doesn't hate you. His room just needs to be cleaned, is all. He could faintly hear Ruggie's conversation with you, something about test tubes or something.

Hearing footprints tap away on the tiles, he opened his eyes again. Ruggie somehow was able to forget all about his issues with his dorm leader. He rolled over, getting comfortable. He needs to thank you when he sees you later.

#✎ expedition #〄 earth #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ruggie x reader

[weirdxstarseed]

Imagine you started to catch feelings for Rin Okumura and everybody confused your attitude thinking you like Yukio.

content: a lot of fluff, slight angst, school oriented, best friends to lovers, tsunderegirl! x dumbass guy! | warnings: none! | pairing: reader x rin okumura

You don’t know where or how, but you fell in love with Rin.

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— At first sight:

Everything where just laughs and fun when he was around you. You loved his bad jokes. The wrinkles in his face when he showed you his canine smile ¡! A/N: Holyfuck

then he started to bring you every morning breakfast cuz you’re too distracted and lazy to do your own

in the beginning, the gesture surprised you but after Rin continue making you the lunch

it became a tradition

Continue with the topic of school…

Everybody knows that Rin sleeps like a rock

You go every morning to his room, and you scream “TAKE OUT YOURE ASS FROM THAT BED” to waking him up

Taking a “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” in response

At this point, Yukio is taking both of you out of the room so you can arrive early or mid-early to the class

Both of you assist at the same class of exorcist, but since you’re in different desk you’re in charge that this boy doesn’t sleep and pay attention

It’s a caos over there, you’re throwing him paper airplanes or if you have the chance to stand up, you pinch his arm in the way

Bon is always helping you cuz both of you share the same rudeness with Rin

When the class finally finish, both of you like to choose the long way to talk about anything and everything

After all, Rin is a gentleman, and he always, ALWAYS, walks you at home so you can arrive safe

Finally, when you arrive to your home, Rin hugs you in a gesture to say goodbye

IS IN HERE, WHEN YOU REALIZED SOMETHING IS GOING ON

In the moment his arms closed you to his chest, you started to feel an extremly nervousness and shyness

You were so schock that you didn't response to the hug, i mean, it wasn't weird at all, but your feelings catch you by surprised.

"What's going on? You're ears are red" he said.

"Nothing" you replied with a weird laugh.

"Really?"

"Yes, idiot, you can go now !!"

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— Now you're a mix of feelings:

Now, you're attitude was a whole change of 360° grades.

Seriously

the next morning he arrive to your house, you're too thoughtful to understand that Rin was explaining you his theories of Shura's class

"Y/N, did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't listen anything I was telling you!" he screamed annoyed, passing an arm around your shoulders.

The gesture freeze you completely and Rin notices it.

"Y/N, you're weird since yesterday" he said getting close to your face.

< those red ears, again > he thought.

"I NEED TO GO, I'M GETTING LATE TO THE CLASS" you screamed and start running to the wrong direction.

Rin was so confused that he scratch his head a little worried about your attitude.

Meanwhile he was asking everyone of you're presence, you were hiding in the library, trying to clear up your mind.

"I know this will happen" you said, a little bit angry with yourself.

"Happen what?" Shura asks, behind you.

You scream out of your lungs reaching a lot of -pissed- attention.

"Holyshit, you scared me"

"It´s not my fault you're acting weird, all the class was talking about you"

"Stupid Okumura" you mumble.

"Do you mind if I ask what's going on?" Shura asks confused, taking a book of the shelves to distract the librarian who was watching both of you long time ago.

"I think I start catching feelings for Okumura" you finally said.

Shura was surprised that you we're too honest, but a fine smile trace her lips when she notices that you were a mix of feelings.

"And what's the matter you like Yukio?" she ask, pissing you.

"Yukio?" you ask confused, opening your eyes worried by that supposition.

Shura was going to say finally the name of the other twin, when the librarian kick you out of the place. Leaving a special group boys surprised by the talk, they already heard.

"There's your answer, Okumura" Bon said. "Y/N likes your twin brother"

If Rin was confused at first, now on he was shock by all the information he heard.

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— Nobody knews the talk Shura had with you, but your attitude with Rin was a holy change:

Rin and you can't talk freely as they do

You always are in your thoughts and Rin is the same as you

You think is necessary to confess your feelings but isn't that easy

You don't want to lose his friendship

And you don't want to be humiliate

in the past a bitter experience caused you to no longer like confessing your feelings

So...you didn't admit it, but you were afraid.

You are afraid.

In the other hand, Rin is confused cuz he understand you can like his brother, everyone loves him. He's intelligent, handsome and brave.

But he can't accept that you didn't have the confidence to talk with him of that topic

He thought you we're best friends

Now, you don't joke with him, you don't go all the afternoons for a ice popsicle, you make your own breakfast, you don't visit his room and stay all the afternoon talking about mangas and playing with Kuroo.

He feels out of orbit.

"Rin" you said, taking out if his thoughts.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I don't think is a good idea to continue bringing me home"

He stop walking believing he heard wrong, and a evident "HUH" is in the air.

"What the fuck are you saying, Y/N?" he ask angry.

"Language, Okumura" You said, furrowing your brows.

"Language, my ass!" he scream. "You have been acting strange for weeks except with Yukio and Shura, did I do something wrong to have this attitude of yours?"

"Rin, isn't something we can talk in the middle of the institute" you said, stressed that a lot of people was watching the scene.

"I DON'T MIND IF EVERYONE IS WATCHING, JUST TELL ME"

Now, everyone is paying attention and you're getting angry.

"I'll say it again, I'm not talking about this topic here. If you don't calm your shit down, I'll leave" you challenge him, holding tightly to the strap of your bag.

He gets close to you.

He watch's you directly to your eyes

Oh god, his eyes

For an instant, the butterflies in your stomach were raising, but the anger was stronger. And your eyes were getting crystallizing by the anxiety.

He notices it, and when he was going to say something to mend the situation, he heard those words that freeze him eternally.

"Don't talk to me ever again, Okumura".

"What?"

"Stay away for me" you said, finally. Leaving quickly, feeling your heart in your throat and your breath stuck in your chest.

Rin was going to chase you, but Bon hold him up, leaving him and all the class surprised by your mad attitude.

You used to be happy, calm, rude and angry as a normal person. But the attitude recently you show...was so cold. Nobody expect that of you. No one except Shura that knows your feelings.

A/N: this wasn't supposed to be angst, but hell yeah...

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— THE DRAMA FINALLY END, but you weren't assisting school:

Your mom didn't pressure you

She knew what happen in the past and she understood your attitude.

You were eating a little bit, but you missed the lunches Rin prepared you. You missed his jokes, his laughs, his eyes, him.

You were so annoyed by your own attitude.

You were out of your mind.

All your life you were honest with all kinda people, but when it's about love, you're totally a dumbass.

You're phone was turned off all the week and Rin was getting anxious about you.

Nobody knew what happen with you

All the teachers said you were sick, but Rin didn't believe that. He was going to run out of classes, when Shura stopped him.

"Hey, kiddo. Calm down, where are you going?" she asks, clearly interested in the situation.

"It's not of your business, Shura" he said. "AUCH! WHY DID YOU HIT ME?"

"Are you going to see Y/N, aren't you?"

He nod, feeling his cheeks warm.

"Listen to me, you little dumb kid" Shura started. "The reason Y/N has those attitudes was because of you. I didn't want to say something cuz I appreciate her, but if you want to know. . . ask her directly, not in front of the middle of the school, idiot" she scold him.

"Ok, I admit it. Was my fault, but I was so stressed cuz I heard you both of you talking and I-"

"Nosy" she said, hitting him in the head. "Be a man and go an see if she isn't throwing by the window, she's a little impulsive like some guy I know"

Rin went to Y/N house the faster as he can, that when he finally arrives, he was just blanked. He saw Y/N in the street too thoughtful petting a cat that he didn't notice that a happy smile was tracing in his lips.

He reached you in silence when you stand up, you hit with his chest.

"IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU-" the words were in the air in the instance your eyes met.

All the mixed feelings you were carrying all those weeks were finally a war all over your body.

"Rin" you finally said. feeling goosebumps just by saying his name.

He didn't response. He didn't know what to do. He got closer to you and before you said something. He hugged you. He hugged you with a gentleness that you feel dizzy just by smelling his cologne.

"I miss you" he finally said, hugging you more stronger.

"I miss you too, idiot" said honestly, corresponding to the hug.

Now on, you were in the park. Both of you in each swing waiting patiently for someone who can break the ice. You breathed harder and watch your jet black hair friend lost in his own thoughts.

“Rin”

“Y/N”

You hit him in the arm in the middle of a joyful laugh after that coincidence that Rin couldn’t help to dedicate you a warm smile tracing in his lips.

“I’m sorry for being so cold to you that day” you said.

“You don’t need to apologize, it was my fault. I put a lot of pressure on you and it wasn’t correct to expose you in front of all the school” he said, resting his face in chain of the swing.

You sigh, nodding with your head. You stop swinging and leaned to him in a chance to express yourself the things that were in your mind for a long time.

And the reason both of you were in this chaotic situation.

“I need you to tell you something, Okumura” you started, feeling your blood rushing harder through your veins.

“Woah, why you need to be so serious?” He asked with a piece of playfulness in his voice.

“Just, listen to me” you supplicated, closing your eyes pretty nervous.

He opened his eyes bigger as usual and placed all his attention on you.

“I think, no, sorry” you inhale nervously.

“If you are trying to broke our friendship is not fun enough, huh” he joked, watching your hand in his arm. You hit him, again.

“RIN OKUMURA, LET ME FINISH”

“Ok, I’m going to say it now” you said. You breathe again and speak as faster as you can. “Im in love with you and I was to shy to say it cuz you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to break our friendship and now on, you’re watching me weird, what’s the matter?” You said the final phrase in a scream, preparing your feet to run for your life.

“What?”

“I’m not going to say it again” you said, covering your face with both hands.

“I thought you liked Yukio” he said shocked, not moving your eyes from you, contemplating how your hair falling in your hands that covered your face.

Rin was going to take your hands when you lift your head just to scream “WHAT?”

“I never liked Yukio, how do you get to that conclusion?” You continue, showing your red ears and cheeks standing up of the swing and begin to walk from one place to another.

Now, he was embarrassed. He mumbled the response to himself and for an instance you need to get closed to his face so you can hear.

He instantly got red by the closeness. You were a mess too but your curiosity was more.

“That time you run like a crazy donkey, I told to the guys that you were acting weird. Izumo proposed that you’ll be in the library. So…all the boys went there and in the exact moment Shura was asking you what happen, we heard that you liked Yukio” he told you, watching how the iris of your eyes make smaller.

“Idiots. I didn’t even say that. Shura proposed that on purpose” you explained, bending down at the height of him.

“Well, that’s a relief…”he mumble, passing a hand over his hair.

You didn’t understand what he was trying to suggest with that reply. But you were standing up when he stopped you taking delicately your hand.

“Don’t go. You didn’t hear my opinion about your feelings”

“I know what you’re going to say and it’s okay, I don’t mind ignoring this and continue being -“

A soft pair of lips were in yours, stopping your speech.

"I was trying to say that I like you too" Rin smiled. He contemplate your reaction for a second. Your cheeks and ears were red as always. Your eyes were sparkling. And your brows were furrowed in a funny gesture showing your tsundere facade.

He was stunned by the way you looked and the way you looked at him.

Like a dumbass he leaned into you, again. Waiting for a kiss. Rin was telling you that with his eyes. But you tried to provoke him just a little.

"What?" you raised a brow crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"I'm waiting my kiss, I gave you one, it's time to give me one in return"

You looked at the sky being a blushing and erratic mess trying to concentrate

"I'm still waiting ~ " he sang, enjoying the view.

"Oh shut up, you idiot" you said finally closing the distance between the two of them, giving him a much more needy but still sweet kiss.

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you" Rin said, hugging you harder.

"I hate you" you said, laughing after the guy of your dreams make you tickles trying to give you a butterfly kiss.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

#anime and manga #anime #manga #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #rin okumura #rin #okumura #yukio #reader x rin okumura #y/n x rin okumura #Rin Okumura #okumura rin #imagine #fanfiction #light angst #a lot of fluff #ane #aone imagine #friends to lovers #tsundere #dumbass #tsundere girl #dumbass boy

[just-walk-around]

My favorite type of Naruto fanfics are the one that have the following dinamics:

Kakashi "depressed bastard man" hatake: I only have this team for one day but if anything happens to them I will kill every single shinobi in my range in then myself.

Kakashi: Sasuke you want to learn a cool and mortal technique! Here have my chidori, Sakura remember thrown your hips back when you punch them, Naruto you can't prank your fellow shinobis.. That way they will know that is you, come here I going to teach how hide evidence.

Sasuke "what are emotions " Uchiha: I don't care for this team. Naruto is a idiot that can't take care of himself *making a healthy lunch and aggressively throws it to the blonde*Sakura is weak and annoying *Teach her new taijutsu forms while she nags him to sleep more* Kakashi is a lazy teacher how he even became a jounin? *Sharpen his sensei shuriken and swords* really they mean nothing to me *brutally kill any enemy in his range protecting his teammates back*

Sakura "I gonna kill you with my barehands*haruno: I thought that I was in love with Sasuke and that Naruto was an idiot them i enter in team seven and now I only see them as my stupid tsundere brother that have zero self control and my other stupid half feral brother that also have zero self control, so I'm the one with the braincell, I need to get stronger to protect them of the enemy ninjas and also themselves. I think I will learn medicine too God knows I will need it.

Naruto "people can be better you only need to kick their asses and the moment they can move anymore you can talk" Uzumaki: I have a brother, a sister and father now I will protect them with my life, I love them very much. I will become hokage to make my adoptive father and sister proud and to help my brother build his legacy again. And if anybody try to hurt *Feral looking and kyubi aura on *I will destroy them believe it!

Kurama The tsundere nine tails fox*: I don't care for this brat and his team *Proceed to talk about them to his siblings like a proud grandfather every time that he can*

Bonus

Sasuke: Naruto you are a idiot

Sakura: a loud idiot

Naruto: Hey that's mean!

Random shinobi: fucking monster

Sasuke sharingan and chidori ready:...hn

Sakura with her gloves on: what the fuck you say you shit head.

Random shinobi later limping: that fucking kids are a danger I swear it! They will destroy the village!

Kakashi smiling: Yo! I heard that you were saying shit about my cute genins, lets have a tiny chat you and me.

#Naruto #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto usumaki #kakashi hatake #team seven

[donniesexceptionalmind]

HI! HAVE ART!

I have no idea how accurate the outfit is (and I suck major ASS at drawing hats) but I tried and I hope u enjoy :333 (I also made the lil clip thing for the cape the logo thing (???) yall have bc its cool >:D) (AND ALSO PLS PLS PLS TAKE THIS AN EXCUSE TO RANT ABOUT EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION OR SMTH BC I HEARD U HAPPEN TO RANT A LOT ABOUT AUTISM AND I AM V INTERESTED IN THAT STUFF!!!)

Me when J saw the art:

I actually infodumped about executive dysfunction before!

But I will share some additional information about it because you drew this amazing piece of art & I am very joyous. ✨️

Here is my personal experience:

Executive dysfunction can be really challenging & for me, it is a huge part of all the things that make autism a disability.

The everyday experience as an autistic person is already loaded with stress, anxiety & discomfort - and on top of that we are getting blessed with not being able to do things even though we need to. There is a barrier in our brain that says "No" & you can't do anything about it. You are perhaps paralyzed, doomscrolling social media or just staring at the wall for hours.

The outside perspective of this is always "You are lazy, you are not trying hard enough, just do it", but it is not as easy as that. If it were that easy, we wouldn't be struggling. Because, you know, we DO KNOW we need to get these things done & sometimes we WANT TO get them done!

In short, executive functioning skills are cognitive skills that help us to regulate & control our thoughts & actions. Planning your actions is actually a higher executive functioning skill just like problem-solving.

Struggling with executive functioning can look like:

Not being able to begin a task that involves multiple steps, e.g., cooking a meal - it's just too much to process, too much to do!

Hyperfocus: getting too absorbed in a task so you forget everything around you, including bodily signals like hunger, thirst, tiredness (although hyperfocus can also be a blessing to get things done and/or experience a large amount of joy, especially when it comes to our special interests)

Struggling to reply to messages in time (e.g. my inability to answer inbox messages even though I genuinely want to)

Struggling with decision making, e.g, which task do I do first, what should I wear? Even crucial things like 'Should I get up?'

What helps me:

ROUTINES. Honestly. As an autistic person I have a lot of terrible days, but there are also days that are not too bad. And the perfectionist that I am, on days that are not too bad I try to do as much as possible- which can lead to having a terrible day straight after. BUT I have established a very well basic system of routines & tasks that IF I stick to them, I will be fine (mostly). (If I were sticking to it. It's a struggle. AHEM.)

And it is OKAY to have rituals & routines.

We seek to replicate success when we experience it because it makes us feel safe, grounded & happy!

And also bring order to the chaos that is the world around us - it is REALLY upsetting to live here, isn't it?

For Leon it's incredibly hard to establish routine because of his ADHD & this is a whole new topic to cover.

And yes, it is fairly common that people of all neurotypes have routines.

The difference though:

My day will get significantly worse if I can't do what I have planned or if I miss a segment of an established ritual.

For example, if I can't have my lunch in the time frame I always have it, it will cause physical & mental pain - sometimes to the point of a meltdown if things add up.

As I mentioned before I am sometimes NOT coherent with sticking to these routines & that is because of internal ableism & my own ignorance.

I struggle to accept that I have a disability & that I am not functioning like neurotypicals. Their standard shall be mine, but I can't live up to that standard. This is a problem I still have to overcome.

I sometimes expect too much of myself & burn myself out, blame myself for not achieving goals etcetera. This is not healthy.

There should be a base level of respect for an autistic person's need for routine & compassion when it does get ripped to shreds.

The world is unpredictable. Unexpected changes will happen if we want it or not.

I hope I was able to provide additional input! /g

#IT LOOKS AMAZING #ME AS VAATI #donnie speaks #donnies exceptional mind #turtle net #the legend of zelda #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #executive dysfunction #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #autism awareness #autism spectrum disorder #donatello infodumps #autism #autistic thoughts

[ajkamins]

Yea right.| eddie munson x fem!cheerleader.

summary: eddie never believed someone like you could even find it in your heart to love someone like him, so he puts you down. but he doesn’t know what he says is just confirming what you say to yourself everyday.

warnings: extremely angsty, sh

reader has depression and anxiety and harms herself.

today is the day, i have to do it. i can’t keep hiding my feelings i HAVE to do it.

i did the same old same old like every thursday morning, put on my outfit and went downstairs to enjoy my breakfast. but what happens everyday happens this morning i can’t ever avoid him. my dad.

i walk downstairs excitedly for the first time in days, just for the smile to falter when i see him, stupid piece of shit father of mine, “hello father” i say in the most monotone voice i can.

“oh look at you, still haven’t lost any weight i see.” he says to me “fat ass” he mumbles knowing i can hear him. i ignore him because i will not let him ruin this day for me. i walk past him and grab a couple strawberries from the fridge i try to move around him but brisk his shoulder on accident “watch yourself fat ass, your so fucking fat i can’t even stand here without your huge ass shoulder bumping into me” he tells me

whatever i roll my eyes and just in time i hear a horn from outside thank fuck i tell myself. i walk out the door to steve’s car “hey rob, hey stevie” i say to them like every morning

“hey y/n what’s got you all smiley this morning, your dads truck is still there so it must not be him” steve says to me, how does that boy know everything

“ oh nothing just excited for today you know” i say back but they obviously know something’s up but don’t question it.

we arrive at school me and robin hop out of the car and steve says goodbye we wave back and head our separate directions, i walk over to chrissy and hug her “ oh my gosh y/n you scared the crap out of me” chrissy says giggling. we walk in together and like always everyone is staring, jason comes up and kisses chris on the cheek we part our ways and i head to first period mrs o’donels, english i hate english but i only stay there for one reason eddie munson

the most beautiful boy i have ever seen, i know he probably doesn’t know me but i hope he will today .

skip to lunch bc i’m lazy asf

i walk in the lunchroom and there he is in all his glory eddie laughing it up with the hellfire club, i can’t help but smile a bit myself when i see that big grin on his face. i just keep telling myself i i have to do it and get it over with.

i walk up to him. all of the boys stop talking and look at me. and then i meet his eyes eddie’s eyes

“hi” i say nervously, he looks up at me with i’m assuming is a confused face

“what do you want” he says with a painful tone

“uh- umm- i- i was wondering i-if, maybe yo-y-you wanted to uh-uh”

“spit it out i don’t have all day” he says

“i was just wondering if you maybe- wanted to um hang- hang out sometime— you know- just-uh just you and me- like-like on a date?” i finally get it out and can’t help but look away

he just stares at me a starts to laugh, i can’t help but frown a bit in embarrassment “yea fucking right princess go tell your jackass jocks i’m not falling for their stupid tricks- and you, you i can’t believe you out of all people would have the heart to come over here and embarrass me infront of all my friends like this i thought you were a sweet girl y/n, but i was wrong wasn’t i, it’s obvious now your just a bitch who loves to make others feel bad do you enjoy this huh?” he says standing up now towering over me, i start to back away scared and cowering down with tears in my eyes “ your worthless y/n, your fucking worthless and you thought i would fall for this stupid trick get the fuck out of my face” he says sternly and i now feel the ache in my heart it hurts but i can’t deny it anymore. i walk away shaking and out of the cafeteria and eventually out of the school doors to the woods far away so i can be alone

all those things he said, they were all the same things i said to myself everyday “your worthless” “your a stupid bitch” “he was never gonna like you” “your so fucking stupid!” i yell the last words to myself punching myself in the face and head “your stupid!” another harsh blow to my face “Fucking worthless bitch!” pounding myself in the face with my own fists “so fucking stupid!” “so stupid, so stupid, so fucking stupid” i keep saying until i have no more strength to keep swinging i let my head fall back against the tree gritting my teeth with angry tears running down my now bloody and swollen face fists clenching.

but not knowing what’s happening in the cafeteria right now.

back in the cafeteria

no one’s pov

chrissy and robin just saw that whole thing go down, chris felt terrible because she was the one who told y/n to tell eddie her feelings, her and robin walk up to the now proud of himself eddie

“What the fuck is your problem Munson?!” says chrissy angrily robin walks up shortly behind her putting a hand on chris’s shoulder with the same anger in her eyes

“The fuck are you talking about chrissy, what are you apart of that?” he says with a questioning quirk of his eyebrow

chrissy can’t help herself anymore and slaps eddie right across the cheek. the whole lunchroom goes silent with gasps.

eddie is now holding his cheek looking up at chrissy “the fuck was that for” he says with anger raising up, jason’s already on his way over to the lunch table with his team mates

“ your the fucking idiot munson your god damn oblivious, i can’t believe you just said all that shit to y/n infront of everyone, your the dumb ass, she actually likes you eddie she has forever and is never able to stop gushing about you when she’s around, like ever, i actually told her to tell you about her feelings thinking you would be different eddie, your an asshole eddie munson” chrissy says with heated anger, jason walks up to her and holds her away

“yea man god damn i don’t even like you but the way that girl talked about you was crazy never stopped talking ever that was really fucked up munson” jason surprisingly says, eddie is now in shock he really thought this was all jason’s idea her asking him out eddie the freak munson was being asked out by y/n y/l/n, he thought it was definitely a huge fucked up joke because they knew how much he liked her, he couldn’t believe it the girl he actually liked asked him out and instead of him actually accepting he rejected thinking it was all to good to be true.

“fuck”

y/n’s pov

i just started walking home but can’t help but notice the hideout on my way, i remember all the nights i went there to watch him and his band play staying hidden where he couldn’t see me, i also remembered the change of clothes in my bag so i walk towards the bar and go to the restroom to get changed, i come out and sit at the bar and order a beer they didn’t ask for ID which i’m assuming is because my face is severely fucked up, i couldn’t help myself but get lost in the alcohol beer after beer,

some guy bumps into me and i can’t help but get angry “hey fuck face watch yourself” i say turning back around to the counter to continue sipping on my 6th beer.

“woah pretty princess no need to get so angry what happened to that pretty little face of yours” he says back with a smug grin on his face

“keep standing over here and i can make you look as pretty as me” i say still facing the counter finishing off the beer and asking for something stronger two glasses of their top shelf whisky. i down them both and the guy just stares at me and walks away, i order even more but just before i can lift up my glass a hand stops it,

“no more y/l/n your done, and for you i should have you arrested for serving underaged adults” i look up and see hopper my uncle, he lifts me up but even with all my protesting he gets me out of the bar, some how it’s dark out now. “let’s go surprisingly enough to me your father is actually worried about you, so i need to get you home, not only did you go missing from school today you also are all beat up and drunk out of your head, so your going to tell me what happened or i’m going to lock you up in a cell for the night- and don’t say i won’t because you know i will.” he’s right i know he will he’s done it before.

“it’s nothing hop” i say as he places me in the passenger seat but he knows there’s obviously something wrong, he decides not to push it just yet and luckily enough he doesn’t take me home to my dad, he takes me to his and joyce’s place.

we get there and i see steve’s are parked out side, hop takes me out of the car and opens the front door all i hear is a bunch of people gasp and bombard hopper with questions “i don’t know but she will be fine leave her i’m putting her to bed” with that voice i’m assuming he doesn’t want to talk about it either, he walks me to the guest bedroom and tucks me in “ i know that didn’t happen from someone else-“ he says gesturing to my face “- your too tough to let that happen, i know you did it to your self, i’m not happy about it but i want you to get some sleep and rest it out till the morning, then we can talk, and you know joyce is probably going to be in here any second now with a bag of frozen peas, but what i’m trying to say is just don’t worry yourself about your dad and all that other stuff, i’m here now and i’ll keep you safe till you feel better ok, i don’t want you worrying about your dad i’ve got that all taken care of, goodnight kid, i love ya” he says and kisses my head and leaves just like he said joyce comes running in seconds later with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a rag littering me with all the ‘i love you’s and other stuff but eventually i drift off

i wake up with a killer headache and and warm hand on mine and hearing sniffing, i try not to make any sudden movements to try and figure out who if is without them knowing i’m awake

“i’m so sorry y/n/n, i shouldn’t have said all that shit, i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry” i know who it is but i’m afraid to look him in the eyes just yet, he keeps muttering apologies. but i give his hand a gentle squeeze, he gasps a bit and take my hand in both of his now, i slowly look up at him, i see his teary red eyes and a face full of regret, “y/n?” he says with a wobbly voice i give him my full attention now,

“it’s ok eddie, i forgive you” i say grasping his hand a little tighter now.

“no, no, no don’t say it’s ok y/n it’s not ok what i said, it’s not ok at all and this is not an excuse i just- i’ve been fucked with so much i don’t even know who to trust anymore, god i’m so stupid”

“no-no,no your not stupid ed your kind, brilliant and smart, you were just afraid to be hurt again, i understand, i really do” i say with a genuine light smile

“i just- i don’t even know what to say anymore” he says looking down

“ you could tell me if you want to go on that date with me?” i say with a grin and a little chuckle when he looks at me with a sad grin

he chuckles a bit “of course i would love to go on that date with you y/n, i’ll do whatever you want” he says looking deep into my eyes

“don’t say that or you’ll be in it for life munson” i say laughing

“maybe i want to be in it for life y/l/n” he says.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

[asinfullangel]

11 regret

“How was I supposed to know they were the vip.”

Working as a person’s personal assistance can be tiring on most days. Running around, doing the side tasks and in most cases speaking for your employer on their behalf because they are too lazy to do it themself. The pay is good and getting to be in the big city is a nice addon, but there are some things that I can’t stand doing. I don’t really need to mention this though it will make things easier to understand. I am a pred and being around such uptight people with so much cash just makes me want to eat their ass then keep the cash.

There was one time that I put up a week working for a shortie with a thick wallet, almost as thick as my thigh, and I was so ready to quit. Self centered, picky while unwilling to pay for stuff he already tried out and had the nerve to call me his “muscle pump brute” whenever he wanted to intimidate someone. When I finally decided to quit working with him he was so bold to ask me to hand back my paycheck. His ass was mine and it tasted as good as the rest of his wimpy body. What I came to regret kinda was when my agency asked me what happened to my previous employer. I know the police would be looking into his disappearance and with me being the last person that talked to him alone I was always the first suspect to get questioned heavily. I think that lasted a few weeks before those copiers left me alone after running out of leads (god, I was almost starving myself just waiting for them out).

The next guy I was assigned to work for was a bit nicer while having some annoying quirks that eventually got to me. Was thinking about what his needs most of the time when he thought he was “helping” others, didn’t think he needed a second more once he was done at an event and was kind of a shut in so… I got pretty tired from doing so much fetching since “I’m paying for your services so could you pretty please go buy me-” junk that was all over the city and he sure wasn’t dealing with all of the traffic. He tasted fatty for being a skinny pig, but taking a few hundred bucks from his private safe was a nice tip for my services. I think the same agent was looking into me when I once again turned out to be the last person that last saw him, watching me like a hawk. 2 delivery boys went down into the tank during that month and I’m sure either one of the two were secretly an agent (felt like I had a badge trying to pass through my gut).

I know these rich guys, agents and anyone else that I had as a meal will respawn back sooner or later, but I think my most recent rich prick I’m thinking of going after his tasty ass for seconds.

I mean I sure wouldn’t want to go revisit a previously eaten prey even if they may fear a foggy memory of my stomach, haha. Though these men left me wanting another taste eventually and I shouldn’t deny myself another taste when I crave more. He was half and half in my opinion, can give and don’t mine receiving a few complaints. He was entertaining enough of an employer and knew when to give me a break from doing daily trash… I kinda regret not grabbing a bit to eat before showing up to work that day. I’ll keep it brief just because I’m not really the kind to be sappy. A few buds of mine went out drinking the night before, I got pretty hammered and may have forgotten to grab a prey on the way home. I’m used to sleeping on a fun stomach and passively burning away what’s left as my breakfast till lunch. I had my boss for breakfast… Don’t blame me for eating him! I blame him for asking me to watch over him as he goes for a swim. Alone with him in his private sweep just tempted my hunger before I saw him wearing a speedo. A secretly fit hunk under all those suits he had me pick up personality, how did I not know this before (though it was best that I didn’t otherwise I wouldn’t have so many tips from him personally). He enjoyed a swim in his pool before I sent him into my stomach to swim in stomach acid.

There, you have the one person that I actually regretted eating. I could have gone back to working for him and made up some sort of story about what happened that day, but things wouldn’t have felt the same knowing what he looked like underneath his clothing along with his taste. So I made up a little lie once he respawned, traded my position with another work buddy of mine and now continuing on with my job… I come after him a few times a month and eat him again after my bud lends me his roomkey. Go ahead and question why go through the trouble of going after an old prey, I can sure as hell come after ya and let my stomach continue doing the talking if you keep this up.

#male vore #male vore prompts #vore prompts #voretober #by me

[radiowallet]

Enough Time

Kinktober Day 6 - Morning Sex

Main Masterlist II Kinktober Masterlist

Summary: You and Marcus have a quiet morning in bed together. Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader WC: 1K Warnings: Mature 18+ MDNI This is an over 18 blog and all content is considered mature. Established relationship, unprotected P in V sex, vaginal fingering, kissing, domestic fluff, mentions of a baby in the house.

Sunlight filters in slowly, painting lines of gold across the carpet, honey sweet and just as slow. It creeps closer and closer, until finally the hues of autumn crawl across the bed sheets, touching gently to the bend of your knee. You watch the glow seep into your bedroom through half-lidded eyes, your body loose and relaxed, warmth radiating all around you. In the distance you can hear a clock ticking, keeping cadence with the syrupy softness of the morning hour.

A comforting weight holds you down, the security of Marcus’s arms finding you, even in sleep. One is curled around your waist, the other pillowed beneath your head, your husband’s body draped around yours, always unable to resist keeping you as close as he possibly can. His breathing is even, measured; lips warm where they rest on the crown of your head. You think maybe you could spend the rest of the morning here, legs tangled in the early morning light, soaking up the scent and feel of each other until the hours tick closer to lunch. 

But you know it’s only a matter of time before the peace crashes down around you. The baby will be up soon, her insistent babbles turning to cries the second she realizes she’s being ignored. Missy’s music will join in soon after, the mixture of teenage angst and bubblegum pop adding an additional flourish to the soundtrack of your morning. Through it all, Marcus will smile patiently, filling coffee cups and signing permission slips and warming up bottles, thriving on the chaos as if it was just another battle with supervillains or aliens. 

Personally, you’ve had your fill of chaos. 

You’re already exhausted at the prospect of another busy morning, and you can’t help but burrow further into the covers, scooting deeper into your husband’s warm embrace. Just as you’re about to close your eyes in hopes of basking in the last few minutes of quiet, Marcus reads your thoughts as if you had screamed them out loud. 

“I think we have some time.” 

His voice is like molasses in your ear, his cock hard where it presses into the cleft of your ass, making it clear how he wants to use these last few minutes in bed. There’s no time for you to even think to disagree, the large hand that had been resting on your hip already slipping under the hem of his t-shirt (the one you had slipped on before bed), finding your bare pussy already wet in waiting. 

Marcus hums as he swirls his fingers around your clit before dipping inside you, feeling the last of his release from last night still coating you. 

“Still wet,” he murmurs, crooking his finger forward, dragging a sigh from you, your toes curling up in response. You can already feel a familiar tug pulling in your core, his touch firm as he slips a second finger in, scissoring you open with care. His lips find your cheek, a messy kiss pressed to it, barely a distraction from the rhythmic movement of his fingers. 

“Marcus,” you mewl, trying and failing to keep your voice below a whisper. 

Patient as always, he shushes you sweetly, his other arm shifting beneath you until his large hand is cupping your jaw, tilting your face back and allowing him to kiss you fully on the lips. It’s the perfection distraction, the whine you release when his fingers pull out of you stolen by the heavy sweep of his tongue in your mouth. 

The taste of stale morning breath has never been better as you continue to kiss, a lazy press of lips and tongues, low groans traded back and forth as Marcus pulls your top leg back and over his hip, giving him room to slip his hard length inside you. It’s not a perfect fit from this angle, but it’s enough to have you arching into him, arousal dripping out and around his thick cock.  

His movements are small, barely there thrusts of his hips that still send stars bursting behind your eyelids. It’s more than slow, legs tangled and hands grasping, sheets kicked away, allowing the sunlight to find your bare skin. It’s something about these early morning moments with Marcus, a stillness you couldn’t reproduce if you tried; the kind that makes these mornings so different from all the others. 

Normally, he takes his time with you, ensuring you feel every snap of his hips, each dig of his fingers, pounding into you with a ferocious stamina. He tugs and twists and wrings every ounce of pleasure from you, until the only word left inside your heart is his name. He lets his mouth run away from him, drunk off the feeling of fucking you, every dirty thought he’s ever had groaned into your ear. 

But in the morning, he moves gingerly, the sunrise tempering his thrusts and stealing his voice. He pulls you close, and moves inside you, a gentle grind of his hips that fan the flames of your pleasure, but somehow keeping you on the very edge of languid. 

You move together softly, little gasps and hushed moans breathed into each other as you cling helplessly to the moment. The end is looming close, both of you still feeling the effects of last night tingling at the edge of your arousal. And before you know it, your release is blooming, liquid heat seeping down your spine and pulling your muscles taut. Marcus isn’t far behind, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you up with his cum. 

You do not, cannot move, your heart ragged and stuttering inside your chest. Marcus eases you through it, hands tracing the curves of your breasts, lips soothing at the mark his teeth surely left behind. It’s minutes later when he finally speaks, voice still low, though not with sleep. 

“Told you we had time.”

And just enough, you think, a secret smile tilting at your cheeks as the alarm, the baby, and the music all start at once. Behind you Marcus groans, the sound so different from this side of good morning. You turn and give him one more kiss, a promise lingering on the tip of your tongue. 

Tonight. We’ll have enough time tonight.

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