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nanaslutt · 4 months

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i have another toji idea but this time he’s your bodyguard!

readers dad is a really rich businessman or something and reader is basically serena van der woodsen! she’s always out partying doing drugs and sleeping around so her dad hires toji to keep close eye on her. she’s not happy about it obviously!

reader is in college and toji is like i dont know in his late 30s!!

Bodygaurd!Toji x RichBrat!Reader

contains: fem reader, legal age gap, drug use, non con/dub con (not from Toji), voyeurism, exhibitionism, choking, dacraphillia, restraints, rough sex, so much dirty talk, daddy kink (sorry), teasing, sexual tension, brat taming, multiple orgasms, size kink, Toji has a big dick and knows what aftercare is :3

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The club music around the two men was blaring, Toji could feel a headache coming on. "That her?" Toji asked, pointing to a girl who was laughing at some college boy's joke by the bar, swatting his arm playfully. "She's uh.. that one there." Your father spoke, almost too quietly to be heard under the music. He pointed to you, you who were currently adorned in a skimpy black nightgown-esc dress, the fabric being pulled over the curve of your ass and exposing your lacy black thong without a care in the word to the room around you as you sat on a boy's lap, ruffling his hair as you sucked on his tongue, his hands leading your hips as he ground you down on top of him.

Toji turned his head back to your father, an unreadable expression on his face. Your dad held up his hands in the air, waving them in front of him. "S-shes a good girl really, just a little.. misguided." He said defensively. You loved your father, he was the only man in your life who acctually cared about you and didnt use you for your status or body. The two of you had a wonderful relationship, the only problem was you were an only child, and your mom had died early on in your life, resulting in him spoiling you a little too much.

So when you started acting out, wearing skimpier clothes, doing drugs, staying out late, frequenting parties, and bringing a new stranger home to fuck on his couch every night, you didn't exactly take to his words telling you to 'maybe calm down' in the best way. It's not like he had been strict about it when he talked to you, he had been very sweet and understanding when you said you were 'going through something'. Your father's lack of disciplinary skills combined with how much love he had for you and the constant mindset to always keep his sweet little girl happy had resulted in your behavior getting worse and worse.

Which is where Toji came in. You had just finished up a new photoshoot for a major modeling brand and it had brought you even more attention than you had been getting before, meaning you were going out more, and frequently engaged in unsafe sex and use of drugs. Your father couldn't stand to see you like this, so he hired you a body guard without consulting you first, someone he had worked with in the past, someone he knew wouldn't take your shit, because he sure as hell wasn't going to stop you.

Toji stayed quiet, watching your body sway and move in a way that was clear to him you were under the influence of something. The man beneath you looked too sober, and the way he had started to manhandle your drugged out body made his eye twitch. Toji had known you since you were a kid, he started doing business with your dad when he turned seventeen, and he saw you around sometimes too, although you looked quite different back then. "Do whatever you have to do, I just cant stand to see my little girl like this." Your father said, placing his hand on Toji's shoulder before he checked the time on his expensive wristwatch, clicking his teeth.

"I have to go, please don't leave her side, don't let her bring anyone home, and don't let anything enter her mouth that isn't food or water, alright? I'll be back in a week." When your dad had mentioned not letting you ingest anything that wasn't food and water—referring to substances—he couldn't help but think that might include other people's genitals too. He just had a hunch from the way you had started to palm at the man's crotch underneath you. "Right, is it alright if I use force if I gotta?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

"Yeah that's.. that's fine.." Your dad answered hesitantly. Toji averted his gaze from you, turning his head to look at your father, he smiled. "Have a good trip, sir, Don't worry about your daughter, I'll stick around and whip her into shape for as long as you need me to." He reassured, before starting off in your direction.

Upon closer inspection, he could see your eyes were all out of focus, you looked like you didn't even know what was going on around you as the blond-haired boy roughly kissed your neck, starting to slide his hands down your ass, slipping his fingers underneath your panties. God, you really did look so much different from when he used to watch you lay on your stomach on the floor of your living room, watching your cartoons.

This new look didn't suit you quite as much, white powder on the table in front of you, girls and guys alike touching your skin wherever they could get in, drinks scattered around you, your bra peeking out of your dress as the strap slipped down your shoulder, your eyes rolled back in your head. He doubted you even knew the name of the man who was marking your neck. Hell, he doubted you knew any of the people around you. The people around you were too high off their asses to even notice Toji's presence as he stood right behind you, he was so close he could practically feel the heat radiating off your skin.

The boy under you looked up at him, pulling his lips away from your neck. "You wanna taste, get in line old man, 's how this shit works." He giggled, talking about you like you were some disposable inanimate tool. Toji grit his teeth, grabbing the boy's hand and stopping it before he could dip it any lower in your panties. "She's not even fucking here right now, you don't see anything wrong with that?" He asked, referring to how high you were. The boy was taken aback at Toji's sheer strength, "What the- let go of me man-" He tried yanking his hand away from Toji, but to no avail.

"Look- she fucking loves it its fine, ain't that right baby~" He asked, grinning as he took his other hand to grab your jaw, nodding it forcefully. You smiled drunkenly, your eyes all out of focus as he manhandled your head. "Alright, I've seen enough." Toji sighed, leaning down he picked you up with ease from underneath your arms and threw you over his shoulder, your ass being exposed even more—if that was even possible.

"What the fuck~" You slurred, eyes trying to focus on the constantly moving ground underneath you as Toji kept one hand on the small of your back, walking you out of the building. You felt dizzy and sick, the music was too loud, but you still felt the need to kick and scream at the man who was taking you away from the chaos. "Who the fuck are you? 'was fuckin' doing something back there.." You slurred, weakly struggling in his grip.

Toji stayed silent until he reached the exit, pushing the heavy wood open he took in the cool air of the night, the ice-cold oxygen feeling refreshing in both of your lungs. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, shooting a quick text to one of your drivers who was nearby to pick the two of you up, ignoring your 'hey- answer me''s in the backround. He slipped the device back into his pocket, plopping you down on the ground in front of him, making sure to keep a hand on your waist to insure you didn't fall over.

"Was it you I was kissing?" You asked, squinting your eyes at him as you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes you placed your hands on his solid chest to try to get a good look at his face. "I don't think he had black hair.." you slurred, losing your balance on your tippy toes, and falling back onto flat feet. Thanks to Toji's grip you didn't fall flat on your ass. "You don't even care do you?" He asked incredulously, keeping his tone steady as he let you grope his chest.

Toji took the opportunity to fix your appearance up a bit, pulling the strap of your dress back atop your shoulder so your bra was fully covered again; not like it made a huge difference thanks to how low the dress was, but he still wanted to give you some dignity; he used his large hands to slide down your waist, smoothing out your dress so it rested on your thighs once more as it should. His touch felt so good, it was a lot softer than the touches from the college boy's inside, you could work with this.

"Mmm, not really." You smiled up at him, biting your lip between your teeth as you looked him up and down. "You takin' me home to fuck me?" You mumbled, giving him a doped-out grin. "Not exactly." He replied. Seconds after, the car approached, and out came another middle-aged man who walked to the curbside and opened the door for the both of you. Toji held your waist as he walked you towards the open door. You stopped in your tracks, holding the top of the car door when you got close enough to see the driver's face.

You looked at him closely, narrowing your eyes. "Wait.. you're my driver.. why are you here? I'm not going home yet," you said confused, tuning your body to look between the two men. "Yes, you are," Toji replied, using a strong hand to manipulate your weak body as he pressed your shoulder down, pushing you into the car. "No- no wait- what the fuck? You said you were gonna fuck me." You slurred, watching the blurry picture of Toji slide into the car after you, the driver slamming it slut promptly.

Toji gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, "Don't think your dad would like it very much if I fucked his daughter while she was high on coke." You blinked at him, trying to make the fuzziness in your vision go away, "'m not on coke, it's jus' molly, and why the fuck are you bringing up my dad?" You asked, trying to jerk your head away from his hand. "Your father hired me to be your personal cockblock, hope you're ready for rehab," Toji smirked, releasing your face as he bucked you into the seat, your body jolting when the driver pulled out into the street and started driving the two of you home.

—

You woke up with a headache, stomachache— honestly it would take longer to list what wasn't aching in your body. You groaned, stretching your limbs under your own sheets as you tried to wake yourself up. Wait, these are my sheets? How did I get home last night? you wondered. "Fuck.. water." You sat up, sitting on your ass as you curled your legs up to your chest, laying your forehead on your knees. Your throat was dry- like you had been stranded in the dryest desert for months, you tried to swallow, but it just felt like swallowing sandpaper. You didn't care as much about how you got home, too focused on trying not to throw up as you tried to gather the strength to stand.

You always regretted the morning after you went so hard like a night like the last. You always felt like a shell of yourself the morning after, no amount of drugs or sex could make that feeling go away until the next night, but it wasn't awful enough for you to break this little cycle you had going. "Need some water?" A voice rang in your ears, making your body jolt as you held your hand over your chest, scooting back on the bed as you looked in the direction of the voice to the large figure standing in your doorway.

A tall, balck haired and well build man who looked to be around your dad's age walked into your room holding a glass of water, you swore he looked familiar but you couldn't pinpoint where you had seen him before. You sighed, chalking it up to another unwanted one-night stand who had overstayed their welcome, although you didn't quite feel sore down there.. maybe his dick was just small? It's not like you could remember if you tried anyways. "Don't you know you're not supposed to hang around after we fuck? It's called a one-night stand for a reason." You said sharply, rubbing your temples with your fingers.

"Good thing we didn't fuck." Toji smirked, flipping on your light switch, making your face scrunch up in displeasure. You had no time to be confused when the light hit your eyes, making your headache worsen tenfold as you hid your face in your knees once again, pulling the sheets over your head. "Dude, what the fuck! Turn that shit off." You yelled, your voice coming to him muffled as you spoke into the sheets. "Its almost 2pm, you're not going to rot in bed all day, promised your dad I would take care of you, so get up." He said, uncrossing his arms as he started towards you, setting the water down on the bedside table as he stood at the side of your mattress, looking down at you.

His words made a flashback shoot through your brain, one of last night, the two of you in a car together, and this man had just told you he was your bodyguard. You turned your head to the side, squinting your eye at him as you tried to gauge if he looked like the same man in your flashback--unfortunately for you, he did. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." You groaned, half of the word being muffled when you turned your head back to your knees. "Remember me now, princess?" He asked, his deep, usually soothing voice meeting your ears in a grating, annoying way.

You pick your head up, giving him the best snarky smile you could manage while your body fought with the aftereffects of what you did to it last night. "You really think you're gonna stop me from doing what I want?" You raised your eyebrow challengingly at him, keeping your eyes on his darker ones. "I'm not as nice as your daddy, so yes, I do." He said, ripping the comforter off of your frame he grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him on the bed, your night shorts and t-shirt he had dressed you in last night riding up, showing more of your thighs and midriff.

You stared at him in disbelief, your chest heaving at the sudden manhandling. "Don't touch me." You yanked your foot out of his grip and sat up, sliding off the bed hastily you made quick work of walking past the man, towards the bathroom. Toji winced when you slammed the door shut to the bathroom behind you, the sound echoing through the entire house, he was sure even the neighbors heard it. He sighed, sitting down on your bed, his big hand coming to rub his forehead in annoyance. "He better be paying me fucking good to put up with his little brat," Toji mumbled under his breath.

When his hand dropped into his lap, his vision was unobstructed once more, and under the illumination of the bright lights above your bed, and the absence of your presence distracting him, he could clearly see the bag of white pills on your dresser. "Jesus christ.." Toji whispered, his lip curling in disgust. He stood, pocketing the bag of substances to promptly flush down the toilet later. Something in the back of his head was telling him to check in your bedside table.

The man didn't exactly have the strongest morals, so he didn't think much of going through a college junkie girl's drawer. Just as he expected, when he pulled the drawer open he found three bright orange pill bottles, all labeled with different names. With a curt laugh, he pocketed those as well, he would make sure they were delt with appropriately. Once the drugs were in his pocket, he noticed the bright pink vibrator next to them, along with a baby blue dildo, some condoms he doubted you used, and panties with the crotch cut out.

He laughed, "Your good girl is actually pretty naughty.." He said under his breath, directed to your father. He didn't want to look too long, not because he was afraid of you finding out, he was sure you were going to the moment you came back in here, looking for something to take your pain away from the day before. He didn't want to look too long because he didn't want to imagine his boss's daughter sprawled out on her bed, legs wide as one hand pinched her nipples and the other used the vibrator on her sensitive little clit through the gape in the crotchless panties.

He heard the shower turn on, snapping him out of his thoughts as he shut the drawer, averting his gaze as he did so. He flicked the lights off in your room as he left, making his way down to the living room where your chef was preparing your breakfast, rich people. The old woman behind the counter who was cooking something that smelled devine, looked happy to be there though. He knew how genuinely nice your father was, and he figured you must've treated them with the same kindness for them to stick around.

He must've been sitting on the couch watching the old woman cook for quite some time because your figure emerged from the hallway leading into the open room, adorned in nothing but skimpy panties and a tank top. You were ruffling your hair in a pink towel, trying to dry it the best you could before you discarded the towel on the floor and jumped up on the expensive-looking bar stool in front of the kitchen. You sat on your knees, your ass poking out towards Toji, he watched as you twisted back and forth on the chair, showing off your body like you wanted him to see.

He was grateful you had come down here in a better mood than before, you must've not checked your empty dresser drawer yet. "Good morning" You spoke kindly to the old woman, to which she replied her own 'good morning' with a smile. He liked seeing you like this, this was the you he recognized. He could barely tell you were the same person who was letting yourself get manhandled on the lap of a stranger in the middle of a disgusting club high on drugs.

Toji just couldn't help but break the peacefulness of the morning with his deep voice, "Where are your clothes?" He asked, "You have company." You sighed, sitting your butt down on the stool you brought your foot up on the cushion, resting your chin on your knee as you tipped your head as you looked at him. "You're just my handler, right? So why are you talking right now?" Your face was scrunched in disdain, the girl from last night making an appearance, he had a hard time telling which of the two of you was real.

"Just sayin' it's unbecoming for a young lady like you to have your ass out so shamelessly." Toji retorted. "This is my house, I'll do whatever I want old man." You bit back, spinning around as the chef pushed your plate towards you, the colors of the different foods on your plate stimulating your brain that was dulled from last night's drugs. "Oh ma'am, I would be lost without you." You whispered to the chef, placing your hand ontop of her wrinkled one gratefully. You thought the conversation between you and your babysitter was over, so you were shocked when you felt his chest bump against your back, his large hand reaching over yours to grab the other plate the woman had made for him.

"Your daddy spoiled you too much, now you're just a stuck-up brat. You should listen to your elders y'know?" Toji scolded. His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, maybe this could be something, you always did love a good hatefuck. The warmth of his chest was gone as soon as it came as he took the plate back to the sofa, kicking his legs up on the coffee table as he started shoveling the food into his mouth sloppily. "When you stop treating me like a kid, I might." You answered, keeping your back to him to he couldn't see the blush that had spread across your face.

The two of you ate in silence, you were the first to get up, walking your plate over to the sink to clean the food off, when your phone started buzzing on the counter. You abandoned the plate in the sink, walking back over to see who was calling. Toji watched your eyes light up as you answered the phone, probably some college boy you were fucking with at the moment had called you to hook up. It was the middle of the day, students these days were relentless. "Tonight? Send me the address and I'll be there~" You cooed into the receiver.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize you had just been invited out to another party. Toji acted quickly, when you faced your body away from him, leaning against the fridge as you listened to the boy speak, Toji appeared behind you once again, snatching your phone out of your hand, "No she won't." Toji spoke for you, letting him know you would absolutely not be going to any parties under his watch before hanging up the phone. "Stop fucking doing that!" You yelled, your body jolting in surprise as you turned around, glaring at the man just inches from you.

You grabbed his wrist that was holding your phone, with your other you ripped the device out of his hand before digging your sharp nail into his chest and giving him a death stare from under your lashes. "Touch what belongs to me again Ill-" "You'll what? Fire me? Your pretty drugged-up brain keeps forgetting your daddy hired me?" He smirked, crossing his bulging biceps over his chest. You took a step back, shaking your head. "You won't tell me what to do, fucking watch." You spat, walking off to your room. Toji brushed it off as an empty threat, what could you possibly accomplish when he was watching your every move like a hawk?

When you reached the comfort of your bedroom you slammed the door shut, hoping Toji would hear from his place downstairs. Who the fuck was he to come into your life and order you around? And your dad had hired him too? Seriously? These old men needed to stop fucking intervening with you, you didn't need any help. After that thought ran through your head you made a path straight for your drawer, looking for a pill or two to at least make you feel like you weren't cooped up at home if you couldn't actually leave.

Curling your fingers around the handle you pulled it open and- what the fuck? The familiar orange bottles you kept next to your sex toys were nowhere to be seen. Even on your most fucked up nights you had never neglected to put the bottles back where they belonged in your drawer. There was only one person who could've done this. "OLD MAN!!" Toji heard your voice echo, your footsteps getting louder as you marched angrily into the living room. A grin spread across his face when your figure came into view, his feet still kicked up on the coffee table as he barely spared you a glance before he went back to watching his show.

"Do you really not know my name, or are you just being a brat?" Toji asked, keeping his eyes on the screen. You were fuming, you had spent your hard-earned money on those (not like you had a shortage of cash or anything, but you hated your drug guy, he was so pushy and not at all cute.) "Toji, you had no right to go through my drawers like that, seriously, you're more fucked up than you think I am!" You yelled, your face growing hot, veins pumping with adrenaline. Toji decided you were worth the time of day, tilting his head back against the couch cushion he looked at you.

"Your daddy said I could do whatever I wanted, he also said to keep all that nasty shit out of your pretty little body, so that's exactly what I'm going to do." He replied, raising his eyebrows as he looked you up and down, pausing on your crotch, still only clad in those skimpy panties he couldn't stand. You blushed at him calling your body pretty, his words making your brain forget its track of thought for a moment. "W-what I put inside me isn't any of your business." You retorted, placing your hand on your hip.

"It is when your father specifically tells me it is." Toji laughed. "If you want something inside you so bad why don't you put those toys to use? That'll give you some kinda high for sure." Your face heat up even more. You figured he had seen your toy stash in the process of him throwing your pills away, but you didn't think he was going to use them against you like this. "Did my dad tell you to harass me like this too? Fucking pervert." You spat. "You're calling me a pervert when you're walking around in front of me with just those little panties on? There practically fucking see-through."

You were feeling hot in a different place now. You still wanted to punch him so hard he threw up, but another part of you wanted to climb over the cough and straddle his hips, pull his cock out and sit on it, letting him fuck you dumb. You'd never fucked someone his age before, it sounded fun, you bet he had loads more experience than the college guys you were sleeping with. "Why are you looking?" You retorted, your voice losing its edge. "Don't you want me to?" Toji replied. The two of you kept your eyes on one another, the air around you thick, making it hard to breath as neither one of you dared to break the eye contact.

The doorbell ringing snapped you out of it, both of your heads turning to look at the massive entrance doors. Toji stood to get it, but you beat him to it, running over to the door. "I got it." You told him. He stood behind the sofa, watching you open the door in your slutty attire. Pulling open the door, a handsome man around your age came into view, his arms sticking out for a hug as he stepped inside. "Absolutely not," Toji spoke, making haste for the door to shove him out. "Relax, do you think I'm fucking stupid?" Toji raised his eyebrows like you knew what he was going to say, before he crossed his arms and let you finish.

"He's gay, nothing is going to happen. You won't let me go to this fucking party, and I am not staying here alone with you all day." You hissed. The boy behind you nodded, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. Toji stayed quiet for a while, the boy hadn't said or done anything yet to contrast your words, so even though he was hesitant, he stepped aside, letting the two of you pass as you held his hand and dragged him in the direction of your room. He heard you giggle as you pulled him along with you, his eyes squinting before he shook off the feeling, finding his place once more on the comfortable sofa.

—

About an hour had passed since the boy had arrived and he hadn't heard anything suspicious yet. For having such a massive and expensive home, you sure had some thin fucking walls. Toji was starting to doze off, his show having long ended and now some drama had taken its place, droning on in the background. His eyes were fluttering shut, arms crossed over one another, and that’s when he heard it.

“Ahh!” His eyes shot open, scanning around the room as he tried to figure out if what he heard had been a figment of his imagination or not. “Fuck! Baby~ ngh!” There it was. All he needed to hear. You had fucking lied. He heard your moans echo through the walls, you were so loud it was like you wanted him to hear you. “This fucking bitch.” Toji mumbled under his breath, uncrossing his arms he stood and made haste for your room. The moans and crying began to be accompanied by slaps and squelches the closer he got to your closed door.

"Yeah~ give it to m-meee" you moaned between his thrusts. Truth be told, he wasn't fucking you well at all, you only invited him over because his looks rivaled Toji's, but even then he fell short. His thrusts were sloppy and felt more like he was jabbing around your cunt with a thin stick, but you wanted Toji to know you were in charge here, he wasn't going to come into your home and tell you what you could and couldn't do, so if it took a bad fuck to get that through his head, so be it, it's not like you were going to see this boy after today anyways.

You had a smile on your face, which the boy took as him fucking you good, his annoying moans filling up your ears, "Yeah? You like me fucking dick?" He whined, emphasizing his words with a thrust that made you yell out, not from pleasure; not like he would be able to distinguish the difference anyway, "Love ittt~" You faux moaned, fighting to keep a yawn from spilling through your lips. The boy kept jabbing his dick into your walls, and you got so immersed in listening to your own moans to get you through this, that your soul almost jumped out of your body when your door swung open.

Toji stood in the doorway, the vein on his forehead protruding out from under the skin as he took in your position. You were ass up, face down in the sheets, and he could tell right away you didn't like it as much as you were leading on, he saw right through your little game. It only took a couple steps for Toji to get from your doorway to standing behind the man at the edge of your bed. Faster than you could comprehend, Toji had yanked the boy back from the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the bed and out of you as he stumbled on the floor, awkwardly tucking his cock into his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelled, turning your body around you crawled towards them on the bed, reaching out for the boy like you wanted him to stay. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you wanted to rile Toji up and show him you could do whatever you wanted, but you didn't know he would storm in here and throw the boy out forcefully. You should've known he was the type of guy to pull something like this. "You know you're way out right?" He said to the confused boy you had dragged into your mess.

He held him up by the collar, bringing his face close to his own he tipped his head, waiting for the boy to answer. He nodded in fear, still trying to wrap his poor aroused head at what was happening. "Good, be a good boy and let yourself out, would you?" He whispered, throwing him forward and out of your room. The boy stumbled on his feet, trying to grab the wall so he didn't fall over before the door was being slammed shut in his face.

"Fuck! You asshole, Fuck!" You were behind Toji, grabbing at his shirt as you tried to get him to face you so you could yell at him properly. While he was throwing out your fuck, you had slid on your panties and pulled your tanktop back over your tits poorly, the hard buds of your nipples poking through the shirt. Toji wasted no time in turning quick on his heels as he grabbed you by the throat, your hands coming to grip at his wrist as he choked you out, pressing just hard enough that you could barely manage to get a stream of air through your esophagus.

He leaned his face close to yours, looking at how messy you looked with your tangled hair and smeared lipstick. "You really think you can get away with shit like that? Huh?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes at you. You whined, trying to give him a pout, "Aww, don't act like you wanted him to stay, he wasn't even fucking you right, was he? If I wanted to hear someone fake an orgasm I would've gone to pornhub." He said, looking between your glassy eyes and your swollen lips from the boys sloppy kissing.

"You're such a slut you know that? You can't go one fucking day without having a cock inside you, even if it's bad, huh?" He chastised, slowly walking you backward towards the bed, so slow you barely noticed it. "He get you high too? Hmm?" He asked, his other hand coming up to pull your eye down to get a better look at your pupils. "N-no." You whispered through his hand squeezing your throat. "No?" His eyes everted to the side table, where a few white pills sat atop the wood, waiting to be taken.

"But you were gonna let him get you high, weren't you?" He asked, following your face when you yanked it away from his hand that pulled down your eye. "None of your fucking business." You spat through your teeth. It was only then you realized you were back at your bed, your calves bumping into the mattress taking you out of your trance. "How is it none of my business when you were moaning like a pathetic slut just to get my attention?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he slid his massive thigh between your own, his knee pressing against your crotch.

You kept silent, pouting at him as you kept your pretty eyes locked on his, waiting for him to do anything. "You sure you ain't high right now?" He asked, to which you quickly nodded. Toji smirked, huffing out a smile at your unapologetic display of lust, "Ur' pupils that big cos you're horny then?" Your arousal spiked tenfold when he announced your need. You licked your lips, nodding at his words as you shamelessly let your eyes fall on his plump lips, dragging between them and his dark eyes.

Toji was feeling conflicted. On one hand, he could think of no better time to put you in your place and fuck the brat out of you, showing you who was really in charge here, you were sober and so clearly wanted it after all. The more rational side of him was telling him this was his boss's daughter, who was twice his age, so he absolutely should not fuck her. Unluckily for the rational side of his brain, your hard nipples poking through your shirt and the smell of your arousal that was still evident in the room was more than enough to sway him, the primal side of him winning as he listened to his urges.

"You wanna find out how it's supposed to feel to get fucked?" Toji whispered, like if he said the words too loud, your father who was currently in another country might hear. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation before he pressed his lips to yours, the pair of you instantly groaning into the other's mouth. You don't know if you've ever felt this aroused in your life. Even his kisses made you feel something you've never experienced before, was every kiss supposed to feel like this?

Toji slowly pushed you back on the bed, keeping his knee between your legs as he hovered over you, releasing your neck and instead using one hand to pull your panties off, his other resting by your head so he didn't crush you. You wrapped your hands around his strong neck, whimpering into the kiss. He heard you giggle when you threw your panties somewhere in the room, sliding his hand up your waist as he situated you on the bed, pulling your thighs around his hips. "Whats so funny?" He asked, pulling back from the kiss as he watched you smile underneath him, tilting your head as you loosened your arms around his neck.

"Jus' wondering what my dad would think if he saw what the bodyguard he got to protect his little girl was doing to her right now~" You giggled, biting your lip. Toji shook his head, keeping his eyes on yours as he wordlessly dipped his fingers down to your pussy, teasing up and down your soaked entrance. "Yeah, what would he think about you fucking someone twice your age? Fuckin' brat." He spat, watching your smile fade and your expression be replaced with your slacked jaw and raised eyebrows as your eyes fluttered when he dipped his large fingers into your hole, pressing into it teasingly before pulling away.

"I know he's used to seein' you slut yourself out to those dumb college boys, but this might shock him.. huh?" He cooed, pressing his fingers into your cunt slowly, your walls greedily swallowing up his thick digits. "F-fuck-" You cursed, your eyes falling shut, tipping your head agaisnt the pillow. "That feel good baby? You like feelin' this old man's fingers in your pussy? Fuckin' into your sweet spot?" He whispered, bringing his lips against yours once more, hovering them against you as he inhaled your reactions when he curled his fingers, massaging your g-spot with precision.

"Right there-" You gasped quietly against his lips, wiggling your hips down onto his fingers. "Right here? Yeah? When's the last time someone actually touched you right here, hmm?" He asked, softly kissing your lips before he went back to hovering his lips over yours. "I-I don't know." You whispered, trying to kiss him back but he kept his lips just far enough away from yours that you couldn't manage. "No? That why you're so fucking insatiable huh? Jus' waiting to find the guy who will actually fuck you right?" You were dripping around his fingers. His soft teasing words were a stark contrast to his fingers that now pistoned in and out of you, wet squelching noises bouncing off the walls and echoing into your ears, driving you mad.

"Mhm- mhm-" You replied, nodding your head rapidly, feeling your orgasm come on quickly. "You're not gonna find that with these fuckin' college boys sweet thing, 'ya need a man for that, someone a little.. older." He whispered, making you whine against him as he curled his fingers into a particularly sensitive spot. You abandoned one of your arms around his neck, reaching between you to grab his wrist. Your eyes cracked open, staring up at him as you breathed heavily. "All it takes is a couple fingers and you're a good girl, isn't that right?" He asked, feeling you squeeze around his fingers.

He continued to drill his fingers into you, your back arching against him as moans fell freely from your lips, your nails digging into his wrist as you felt your orgasm creep up on you. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Toji asked knowingly, smirking when you nodded against him. You felt it, it was right there, well within your grasp when- suddenly the stimulation stopped, your orgasm fizzling out. Your eyes peeled open, eyebrows scrunched together as you looked up at him with a crimson face. "You sure?" He asked, his smirk growing.

Toji abandoned his fingers from your pussy, pulling them out with a pop as he sat back on his heels, replacing his lips with his fingers soaked in your cum as he pressed them against your lips, watching while you eagerly took them into your mouth, moaning around them as you tasted yourself on your tongue. Of course, you were mad Toji had pulled away right before you came but with the way he had rubbed inside your walls so nicely, your brain couldn't think of anything bratty to say as you sucked on his fingers, watching his eyes watch your lips as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.

You moaned around his fingers when your eyes made contact with his girth, it was massive, way bigger than anything you had taken before, even bigger than your dildo. His was prettier than other dicks you'd seen too, a pretty flushed and tripping tip to contrast against a slightly darker color of his length. He jerked his cock steadily, pressing his fingers deeper into your mouth. "You like what you see, brat?" Toji asked, grinning when he felt your tongue slide over his fingers, mimicking the way you sucked a cock.

Toji groaned through a smile when you grabbed his wrist tighter and pushed his fingers into your throat, bobbing your head around them. "Someone trained you before me, huh? Who taught you to suck fingers like a dick?" Toji asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You swallowed your arousal and saliva in your mouth before pulling his fingers from you, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers. "I don't remember." You smiled drunkenly, making his cock twitch as he didn't let up his strokes on it. "Such a slut." He said, shaking his head.

You whined at his words, spreading your legs around his thighs to make more room, you dropped your hands down to his cock and wrapped both your hands around the tip, jerking what you could while he kept up his own ministrations on his cock as well. "You gonna slut yourself out for me too? Show me how good you are at taking cock?" He asked, releasing his hand from his dick he leaned over you, placing his forearms around your head as you stroked the entirety of his cock in your hands, wrapping your legs around him.

"Yeah~" You answered, looking between the two of you as you pressed his fat tip against your entrance, his cock leaking against your pussy. "You gonna fuck me raw, daddy?" You whispered against his ear. Toji swore his brain stopped working, his cock throbbed in your hold at the name. He audibly groaned, pressing one of his hands over your mouth, "Don't do that." He warned, swallowing hard as his smile faded from his face, his arousal plastering itself all over his features.

Toji felt a new need, a rawer, more primal one. He knew he shouldn't have felt as aroused as he did when you called him that, but he couldn't fucking help it. He kept replaying your words over in his head, one of your hands came up to pull his down off of your mouth, while the other stayed between your legs, his tip pushing past the ring of your cunt, making the both of you gasp. "You like it when I call you that, huh?" You whispered, watching his jaw go slack and his eyes roll back as he slipped deeper and deeper into your cunt. "Fuck- you're so- haah- so big-" you whined, his cock pressing agaisnt your sweet spot ruining your attempts at being in control for even a second.

"Yeah.." Toji moaned, his eyes peeled open again to watch your expression as you took his cock, "Let's see if you're still runnin' that fuckin' mouth when I'm done with you." He finished, thrusting his cock to the hilt unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you. The older man started up a brutal pace inside your cunt, his eyes rolling back at how tight and warm you were around him. Both of your hands came down to push against his pelvis, trying to get him to slow down, "Fuck! T-toji w-wait wait-" You whined at the painful stretch.

"Nah, what happened to 'daddy' huh? Though you liked callin' me that shit." He asked, not letting up his hips, ignoring your hands trying to push him away. "Stop fucking whining, you can take it, ur' such a big fuckin' girl who can take anything, right?" Toji smirked, biting down on his teeth when he felt you squeeze around him. Incohearant moans were being fucked out of you, one of your hands starting to circle around your little clit in small circles as you felt yourself rapidly approach your orgasm.

He gripped both of your wrists together, stopping your motions as he pinned your hands above your head, watching your head thrash back and forth against the sheets. "Answer me brat." He spat, picking up the pace of his hips. "Fuck f-fuck D-daddy please-" You wined, letting him hear exactly what he wanted to hear. You've never called anyone other than your father that name; really only calling Toji the nickname in the first place to tease him; so it felt foreign calling Toji that in this setting, but seeing how worked up it got him made you aroused as well.

He groaned once again at the nickname, his hand that wasn't pinning your arms above your head came down to rub at your clit, finding it with pinpoint precision and rubbing it in circles just how you liked it. "Oh fuck me-" you groaned, your eyes rolling back, head tipping back in the sheets, revealing your still marked-up neck to him. He hated the sight, he wanted to lean down and replace the ugly purple marks with his own, darker ones, so that's exactly what he did.

He found the bruises with his eyes first, then made sure his lips were covering them before he started sucking the skin into his mouth, making you gasp. "When's the last time someone touched your clit for you?" Toji asked, noticing how tight you got around him when you rubbed the little bud, your legs squeezing his waist simultaneously. "I- I don't know I- Fuck!" Your head pushed further back into the sheets as Toji kept sucking on your neck. "Feels soo much better when someone else does it huh?" Toji asked knowingly.

Your moans were raising in pitch, the noises coming less frequently as your high crept over you, your breath stuttering in your chest as you came hard, all over his dick, moaning out his name and broken cries of 'daddy' as you did. "Oh- fuck yeahhh~ Cum all over daddy's fucking cock princess, that's fucking right~" He leaned back from your neck, pressing your wrists into the bed harder as he fucked you through your first orgasm, your walls squeezing him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. You came down, gasping and crying in overstimulation as Toji kept fucking you, the squelching louder now thanks to your orgasm.

"That feel good baby? Wanna feel that again?" He asked, laughing at how tears had started to fall down your cheeks. "P-please fuck- Your cock feels so- fucking- good-" You praised through his rough thrusts, his hips making your body slide up on the bed from how hard he was fucking you. "Yeah? I bet it feels good, you're fucking shaking." Toji laughed, slowing his thumb against your clit so as to not overstimulate you to the point of passing out, as validating as it would be to see you literally pass out from his cock, he didn't want to deal with that right now.

"You like my p-pussy?" You asked, smirking at him, noticing how his grip on your wrists tightened when you asked him that. His cock twitched as he watched your tits bounce from under your shirt, your nipple occasionally popping out from under the fabric. "Who taught you to speak like that? Such a filthy fucking mouth." Toji chastized, picking up his thumb on your clit once more, wanting to see you fall apart one more time on his dick before he came.

"Y- fuck T-you didn't answer-" You wined, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach once more. Everything about this man was making your entire body feel like it was on fire. How confident he was, how he knew your anatomy like the back of his hand, how he seemed to know every little button on your body that made you twitch and whine, all of it was driving you crazy. "You want me to tell you how much I love fucking you little pussy? Huh?" He stared, groaning against your lips as he leaned down, kissing you between words.

"Want me to tell you how I almost came when I got inside you? How good it feels when you twitch around me?" He whispered, kissing you hungrily, swallowing up your high-pitched moans as his hips lost rhythm. "That what you wanna hear? How you have daddy losing his mind in your tight little cunt?" You pulled off of his lips, practically screaming his name as your high crashed over you once more, his words being the final straw that got you there.

Toji dropped his head to your neck, biting the skin there to keep his groans at bay. "Fuck- fuck- where do you want it?" Toji rushed, hoping you were able to respond through your orgasm, or he was going to cum inside you anyways. "I-inside daddy f-fill me up!" You slurred through your high, riding your orgasm out on his dick as he continued to pull his cock almost completely out before bullying it back inside you. "Yeah? Want me to cum inside you? God- you drive me fucking crazy-" Toji continued to thrust inside your tired cunt, fucking you once more into overstimulation as he groaned loudly into your neck; he never was one to be shy about being loud in bed.

"Fuck- It's coming- gonna fill you up baby, 'n you're gonna take every last fucking drop, right?" He asked. He desperately needed to hear you say it. "Yes baby yes- g-gonna take it all- c-cum inside me pleasee~" You slurred, the pulsing of your walls working him over just right as his breath hitched at the first rope of his hot cum shooting inside your cunt. His teeth dug into your neck when he came, his hips stuttering as he humped them against you every time his cock shot out his cum. "Yessss~ Fucking give it to me daddy~" you slurred against his ear, giggling.

He stilled against you, the aftershocks of his orgasm wracking through his body, his grip had tightened around your wrist almost completely cutting off your circulation, you were sure to have bruises there in the morning. The two of you panted when he finally came down from his high. He sat up, slowly pulling his cock out of your sore and red pussy, his eyes watching as his thick cum spilled out of your hole and down the curve of your ass. "Take a picture if you wanna~" You said, squeezing your calves around his waist.

Toji shook his head, "You should be careful with that, you know who you are, don't you?" Toji said, scooping up his cum he stuffed his fingers back inside you, keeping it all in. You didn't know what to say back, guys usually jumped at the opportunity to take a picture of you all ruined like this, was it weird to say you were almost charmed by Toji looking out for you? "Your legs alright?" He asked, his voice breaking the silence when he noticed how shaky they were.

You weren't used to someone asking how you were after sex either.. this Toji.. he was weird. "Uh, yeah, just a little sore." You said, uncharacteristically shy. His eyes glanced up at your bashful face, before they found your wrists, seeing bright red marks imprint on the skin there, he admit the sight was erotic, but that shit look like it hurt. "Shit, sorry," Toji mumbled, his hand reaching up to your hands on your tummy to rub your wrist softly in his hands. "Didn't mean to fuck your shit up so bad." He laughed. You giggled at his choice of words, "It's fine, it felt good." you replied.

Toji had started to climb off the bed, tucking his cock into his pants a he laughed, walking towards the entrance of your room. Right, he was going to leave now, just because he was a good fuck doesn't mean he was going to stay now. "Don't move," he instructed, making you snap out of your thoughts. You watched Toji exit the room, you heard the skin in the bathroom turn on briefly before the water stopped, soon after the large man entered the room again.

You hadn't moved, just like he told you to. You watched him crawl back on the bed, a damp rag in his hand as he wiped your legs down, starting from your ankles, "I would carry you to the shower, but you wouldn't be able to stand anyway." He laughed. You pulled your leg back, out of his grasp, "What are you doing?" You asked. Toji looked at you like you were dumb, "I'm cleaning you up?" He said like it was obvious, roughly pulling your leg back towards himself so he could wipe you clean again, kissing your ankle before he threw it over his shoulder, scooting forward to wipe down the underside of his thigh.

"You're weird, Toji fushiguro." You said, blushing at his sudden soft treatment of your body. The man laughed, reaching your sore cunt he dragged the towel through your folds, cleaning the mess the two of you made there as you groaned in distain. "Okay, baby." He replied.

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hi! could you write something with jack champion x fem!reader, where she’s acting on avatar 4/5 as spider’s live interest? and they’re just adorable on and off set and are always flirting during the press tour? thank u! 🧡

hi!! i love this request so much!! it ended up being way longer than i thought lmao but i hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻🤍 by the way, just in case: y/n/n means “your nick name” and y/c/n means “your character’s name”!

freudian slip — jack champion

words: 2,438

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack are co-stars and friends, but everyone in the avatar cast knows they have feelings for each other. neither of them wants to admit it, until a freudian slip from y/n during their kissing scene changes everything.

TRINITY, BAILEY, Y/N AND JACK HAD JUST FINISHED SHOOTING A SCENE. They decided to hang out in Jack’s trailer and play Fifa on his ps5.

“Y/N you are letting me win. Stop it!” Jack groaned, putting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m not!!” she lied. She totally was.

“Yes you do. You totally destroy Jamie when he comes to visit us, and he is really good at his game. There is no fucking way I’m better than you” he accused.

“I’m just tired” she shrugged.

“Your players aren’t even moving!” he exclaimed.

“Okay, fine. I’m letting you win” she confessed “But you just look so adorable when you score a goal, how could I interfere?”.

Trinity and Bailey looked at each other as they rolled their eyes.

“So… the kissing scene is in two days” Trinity spoke up, making the two teenagers separate from their hug.

The kissing scene was something both of them had been looking forward to. As they clearly had no intentions of speak about their feelings, they at least wanted to feel what kissing the other would be like. Even if it was just acting.

“Yup. Promise to wash my teeth that day, Y/N/N” Jack joked.

“Well, I’m not and you will have to bear with my morning breath” she laughed.

“You wouldn’t dare” he looked her dead in the eye.

“I totally would” she nodded “but I won’t”.

He sighed in relief “Oh, can you wear your cherry chapstick? I’m fucking addicted”

“How would you know?” Bailey asked confused “Oh my god, have you two been practising?”.

“What the fuck” Y/N said, eyes wide open as Jack yelled “No!”.

“She lets me borrow it sometimes” Jack explained them.

“Okay, okay. Jeez you two turned into blushing messes” Bailey laughed.

“We should go” Y/N said awkwardly.

“Yeah” Jack let out a nervous laugh.

Y/N FINISHED THE LAST SCENE OF THE DAY AND WENT TO HER TRAILER TO TAKE A LONG-AWAITED NAP. She could’ve easily gone home, but as every friday, she waited for Jack so they could go together to her house and have their weekly movie marathon. It was a little activity they have been doing together for the past months.

Almost an hour later, Jack entered her trailer and his heart melted at the sight. No matter how many times he found her napping, the reaction would be the same. She had her own arms around herself, probably from the cold; her lips were partially open and her face was adorned with a cute frown, she probably was having a dream.

He carefully walked towards her frame and kneeled beside the small couch she was sleeping on. He pulled the fallen hair out of her face, and shook her softly as he called her name in a delicate way. She fluttered her eyes open and scrunched her nose, the light from the outside bothering her. Jack put a hand over her eyes until she grew accustomed to the light.

“Hey, gorgeous. I’m done for today, wanna go to your house?” he asked with a smile. How could someone be so pretty? he asked to himself.

She nodded as she stood up “Can we buy sushi? I’ve been dying to eat all week”.

“Anything you want” he answered with a grin.

When they finally arrived to her house, the discussion on what to watch next began. Y/N wanted to watch a rom-com, while Jack was in the mood for a good horror movie.

“Y/N/N that movie sucks” Jack said, completely against the idea of watching Valentine’s Day.

“How dare you?” she asked offended.

“It’s the truth and you know it. You just forced yourself to like it because Taylor Swift is in there” Jack pointed out.

He had an valid point. The movie was boring and weird, but Taylor Swift made it worth it. “I don’t want to watch Final Destination, it’s traumatising”.

“Not more than fucking Valentine’s Day” he laughed as she elbowed him in the stomach “Ouch, sorry”.

“Let’s just bring new options. What about Lemonade Mouth?” she suggested.

“Mamma mia? I’ve never seen that one” he suggested. Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Yes, absolutely” she said excited. “Just a little warning, I take musicals very seriously. So, expect me to make a fucking performance”.

“I’m certainly not complaining, love” he assured her. Y/N tried not to smile as she looked the movie up. It was her favorite nickname and he knew it, he loved seen her reaction everytime he called her that.

He didn’t pay attention to the movie at all. Not that it was bad, but the girl next to him was much interesting. He had a foolish smile on his face, watching with heart eyes as she sang the ABBA songs with passion. He wondered if anything was going to change the next day—the awaited kiss between their characters. He sure hoped so, because holding back from her was getting more and more excruciating each day.

THE BIG DAY FINALLY ARRIVED AND THE EXCITEMENT WAS NOTICEABLE ON THE SET. It was the scene everyone had been waiting for—especially the two people involved in it.

“Stop” Y/N groaned as the girls gushed about the scene “it’s not a big deal”.

“Is that why you have been fixing your hair for the last ten minutes and applying the cherry chapstick Jack loves?” Bailey teased her.

Y/N blushed “Fine. It is a big deal, this might be the only chance I have of kissing him. I don’t want to mess it up”.

“But if you mess it up, then you’ll have to do the scene again” Trinity said.

“Good point, Trin. Then I hope he messes it up” she said. Her friends gave her a look of confusion “Well, I want to kiss him more than once, but I can’t mess the thing up on purpose”

“Stop being professional for one minute” Bailey groaned.

“I’m sure James Cameron won’t appreciate you saying that” Y/N laughed.

“Anyways, even if the scene goes well, we both know it won’t be the last time you kiss” Trinity said “It’s pretty obvious you like each other, maybe this fake kiss is the push you both need”.

Before Y/N could respond, a knock was heard on the door of the trailer. “Hey” Jack greeted them. “Y/N/N, it’s time” she nodded as they started to make their way to the set. “Are you okay?”.

“Not going to lie, I’m a bit tad nervous” she laughed.

“Don’t be. It’s just me” Jack said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“That’s the problem” she said under her breath. Thankfully, he didn’t hear her. “Yeah, I know but everyone’s going to be there. You know how they are making a huge deal out of this”.

“Yeah, I know. But just focus on me, okay? You are going to be great, as always” he assured her. She smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek “Now I’m feeling more confident than ever” he said cheekily. Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Ready?” the director asked. They nodded and then they took their place to start shooting.

Y/C/N was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing, when she felt a presence next to her. Diverting her eyes from the grey roof, she found Jack’s—or Spider’s—brown eyes.

“What are you doing all alone?” he asked sitting next to her, his bare tight brushing against hers. Y/N’s breath hitched—well, it was on the script, but she wasn’t really acting that reaction—as she turned into a nervous wreck.

“I couldn’t stand that stupid mask or Neytiri’s glances anymore” Y/C/N sighed.

“Yeah, it sucks being human sometimes” he agreed.

“I don’t know how you did all of this alone” she said softly. It hadn’t been that long since she appeared on Pandora.

He shrugged “Not that I have much choice, but it wasn’t that bad. I don’t regret it, though, I love being around Lo’ak, Jake, Kiri, Tsireya… I have pretty sights and now I’ve got you” he looked at her and raised his hand to brush the hair off her face.

Y/N’s heart started beating at a very fast pace “I’m really glad you are here, Spider. I don’t know what I’d do without you” she said shyly. His closeness was very overwhelming.

“Probably fall from every tree and have multiple broken bones” he joked, making her laugh. “But I secretly enjoy that you don’t know how to properly climb trees”.

Y/C/N looked at him in confusion “What do you mean? It sucks, I feel so out of place. I’m still growing accustomed to the wild life, sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here”.

“I just have an excuse to hold you” Spider admitted, cheeks turning red. “Do you really feel like you don’t belong here?” he asked sadly.

Y/C/N felt a pang of guiltiness in her chest. “I mean the place” she clarified. “But right here… with you, that is where I really feel like I belong. Did you ever hear about the saying ‘Home is where the heart is’?”

Jack nodded slowly, knowing it was coming. His heart beating in anticipation, an electric feeling flooded his stomach. Y/N was so mesmerised by Jack’s beauty that almost forgot to continue her line. “Well, my heart is with you, Jack”.

Silent was heard on the set. Jack’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. For a couple of seconds, Y/N was confused, not understanding the reactions, until it clicked. She gasped, turning red from embarrassment.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, guys. I-I don’t know. It slipped” Y/N apologised in a mortified tone. Everyone messed up their lines at least once, but she felt a pressure on her chest that only got tighter.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, it’s not a big deal. Let’s just take five, okay?” James said, giving her a look of reassurance. She nodded and left the set, not daring to look at Jack. But he was not going to let it pass, he decided it was his opportunity.

“Y/N/N! Wait” he ran, stopping right before she entered her trailer.

“Jack, please, not now” she begged.

“No, please. I need to say this before the courage fades away” he said. She thought about it for a minute before finally nodding “Maybe saying my name was just a silly mistake, but the look in your eyes tells me there is something more. Is there something more?” he asked. She wanted to say yes so bad, but she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She was still mortified, and Jack noticed it, so he made the first step. “I like you, Y/N/N. And I don’t mean it as a friend. I mean that my heart goes crazy when I’m near you, that I want to hold your hand, shower you with gifts, have silly dates with you, and that I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want”.

Y/N swore her heart was about to explode from love, and that her face was going to hurt from smiling too much “That was so sweet, Jack, what the hell” she laughed “I like you too, so much. As if that wasn’t already obvious from my little slip. And I literally look at you with heart eyes, so…”

Jack smiled fondly “You are so adorable” he whispered, grabbing her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”.

“Please, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the very first day” she admitted, and Jack fell for her even more. Not wanting to waste any more time, he pressed his lips against hers. They both smiled in between kisses, not really believing that was happening.

They heard a crowd cheering from afar, making them pull away. The whole crew was looking, and shouting.

“This could be considering stalking, did you know?” Y/N told them in a loud voice.

“We have been waiting for this moment since we started filming two years ago!” Bailey shouted, and the cast nodded in agreement.

The couple rolled their eyes. Jack put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him “Let’s go, love. We have a scene to shoot. And remember, it’s Spider, not Jack”.

“Go to hell” she told her boyfriend, acting annoyed. But the grin on her face betrayed her.

THE AVATAR SHOOTING ENDED ABOUT A YEAR AFTER Y/N AND JACK GOT TOGETHER. And they were doing better than ever. They didn’t keep their relationship a secret—quite the contrary, they loved posting pics of their dates, do livestreams and tiktoks together, lovey post about the other, etc. Everyone adored the couple, which made them very happy. They never hid the love they felt for each other, not even during press tour.

“So, what was the best thing about filming Avatar?” and interviewer asked them.

“I loved seeing the work behind it, seeing how the people bring life to the movie” Bailey answered.

“I love the little family we have created. They make the whole experience much better” Trinity responded.

Jack smiled “Definitely the kissing scene between Y/N and I” he winked.

The interviewer laughed “That’s so sweet! What about you, Y/N?”.

“Seeing Jack in a loincloth” she joked, making everyone laugh. “Just kidding. I have to agree with Trin, it wouldn’t have been the same if we all didn’t have such an amazing friendship” Jack cleared his throat “And the kissing scene with Jack, of course”.

“Did you know that the first time we did that scene she said my name instead of ‘Spider’?” Jack told the interviewer.

“No way! Really?” she said surprised.

“Yeah” Y/N blushed. “I was so embarrassed! But thank god I did it, because after that, Jack confessed he liked me and here we are!”.

“We though the shameless flirting was going to stop once they got together” Bailey said.

“It just got worse! Now there is kissing too” Trinity groaned “They can’t even behave during interviews!”

Jack and Y/N looked at each other and smiled. The interviewer caught that and couldn’t help but smile too “Well, I think you two are adorable. Thank you so much for coming today! Hope you had a great time”.

The young cast did the outro for YouTube and left the room. “So what are we doing today, love?” Jack asked his girlfriend, pecking her lips.

“Pasta and Scream 6?” she asked hugging his waist.

“Don’t you ever get tired of watching Scream 6?” he laughed.

“Nope, there is this hot character called Ethan Landry… I watch it just for him” she winked.

“Oh yeah, I know him. He’s gorgeous, have you seen his muscles?” he said sarcastically, making her laugh. “Let’s go home, love”

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Modern Luke Headcannons

Masterlist Here

Luke is a little troll

He is so sarcastic. So, sassy. So rude. Yet so funny

Despite a lot of his jokes being edgy 15 year old humour he’s still got some good ones in his sleeve

Apart from when he’s gaming then his come backs are shit

“Yeah, well YOUR MOM!” “I carry YOUR MOM” “Is that what your MOMMY told you to say?”

Rhaynera is constantly yelling up to him to shut up

“Sorry mommy- YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I LOVE MY MOM AND WHAT BITCHES-“

Games more than he sleeps

When he’s not gaming, he’s sleeping. When he’s not sleeping, he’s listening to music on blast. When he doesn’t have earphones in he’s gaming.

Not once is he studying

He’s been fine so far but Jace has been warning him schools gonna get harder and its gonna hit that boy like a ton of bricks

Despite being filled with pure gaming trolling rage he is still considered the sweet little gem of the family because of his looks

He hates that he looks so young, and he sounds even younger. Its probably why he’s so mean in games

He’s managed to troll Aegon into rage quitting so many times

Aegon started to refuse to play with him so he logged in on Jace’s account and now just whoops his ass with his mic muted

He hates babysitting yet always seems to be doing it because Jace is ‘too busy’ when in reality he knows his brother is secretly a great liar

He has very few IRL friends but tons of them online

Sadly, it means he got bullied a lot in school. It wasn’t till Jace beat the crap out of someone for hitting Luke did it stop but the isolation continued

It sucked and he started to hide it. by now his parents assumed that it had stopped but Luke still sat alone at most lunches. Sometimes pity would lead him to sit at the end of someone else’s table not saying anything

This means he is an incredible shy kid

One day while gaming with ‘the3eyed_raven’ they were in a slow part of the game and ended up bitching about school when the other boy mentioned Ms C Lannister giving him a hard time

That’s when Luke realised he’d been online friends with Bran Stark for over a year online and nether had even realised

Bran wasn’t particularly popular but his siblings were making him popular by associating meaning once Luke befriended him things finally started to go up for him

Suddenly Luke showered more, gamed slightly less, and actually went to the next school dance

His family was shocked

Luke soon became a class clown and realised he liked to entertain

So of course like any other 15 year old he started a gaming YouTube channel

Except Luke was actually good at it and now runs a decently successful twitch and YouTube channel with his friends the3eyed_raven and jojothemojo

Under the surface though he is still a little kid

When he has a particularly bad day he sits in front of his mom as she sits on the couch and passes her a comb to do his hair

He also falls asleep everywhere like a baby

Car rides, schools, on the couch, sitting up, one time standing up

He’s learned not to take life too seriously and despite still being insecure about the bullying overall he’s the most normal out of his whole family

Even if it doesn’t feel normal when he unleashes his gamer rage at 2 am

“LUCERYS SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I WHOP YOUR ASS SO HARD YOU FLY BACK INSIDE MOM!”

A/N: I wanna write more on Luke cause he's just a wholesome little evil troll in my head

#luke velaryon #lucerys targaryen #lucerys strong #lucerys headcannons #modern house of the dragon #modern hotd #hotd luke #hotd luke headcannons #luke targaryen #luke targaryen imagine #lucerys targaryen x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones

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magnoliabutters · 1 year

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• WHAT NOW, DADDY? •

pairing: eddie munson x reader (she/her, 18+)

request: from my kinky queen, @looksthatkilledd; sub!eddie misbehaves all day while the reader is hanging out with the fruity four, so when the reader and eddie get home, the reader is pissed and punishes him and it's really fucking kinky

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; mentions of dwugs, dom reader & kinda sub eddie, masturbation, voyeurism, pet names, angst, etc.

word count: ~2.7k

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"After a few hits, everyone's fair game," Eddie says with a smirk. His playful and daunting eyes look over to you. You smirk as your brow raises. Robin laughs with an elbow to Steve‘s side. "Looks like you might have a chance after all," she mutters under laugh. Steve rolls his eyes as tightens his already crossed arms. "It's Munson. Everyone has a shot - high or not," he chuckles. Nancy giggles, hiding behind her tight smile.

"I'd like to say I'm a bit hard to get," Eddie adds as he sucks in another hit of his joint. The red cherry at its end burning heavily. He smiles, passing over the stick. The smoke shooting out from one side of his mouth. You lean back onto the couch while resting your feet atop the Munson coffee table. "You'd like to say that," you mutter under your breath.

Eddie and you have been going back and forth tonight. A diss here, a diss there. An uncalled for joke here, a joke there. It was finally teetering on the point where his snarks were no longer funny. Each comment left you heart in a pool of red hot rage. This boy has been testing your limits, and he's been enjoying it. Laughing the entire way here. He enjoys making you squirm any way he can. All because he knows - he can never make you squirm the way he desperately wants to.

Your closest friend, and yet all he can think about is whether you sleep in the nude or in tiny pink undies. Yet here he is, pissing you the absolute fuck off. As if that "be mean to your crush" strategy actually works. You watch him from across the room. You are seething as you cross your arms and sink into the couch.

Steve watches you from the side of his eye. He is always incredibly astute whenever you are wreathing in rage. "Why don't you take another hit?" he whispers as he inches the bong towards you. You shoot him a smile and a nod as you lean up from the cushion. He gently drops the lighter in your palm. With a flick of your thumb, the beautiful green turns that familiar orange. The smoke growing within the chamber. You pull the stem and it all floods your mouth. Throat burning in response, but feeling oh too good.

Blowing out the smoke with a rather nasty cough, you lean back and hope Mary J works quicker rather than later. You would hate to lose your shit in front of your nearest and dearest. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie have begun to discuss how ABBA and Bowie compare to Metallica and Dio. Eddie's face reddens by the second as he becomes more and more heated. "Robin, please stop saying 'Dancing Queen' is just as good as 'For Whom the Bell Tolls.' I'm literally going to have to kick you out of my house," he mutters. His eyes closed as his hand raises tensely in the air.

"Oh, common. They're both iconic. What are you talking about?" Robin says as she bumps into Nancy's shoulder. Nancy bites her lip as a smile grows upon her face. She enjoys watching the chaos develop in front of her. Eddie's eyes almost pop out of his skull. His mouth hanging open as he inches his chin towards the two girls. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asks as he seethes in harsh air. "Hey now, let's just call it a truce," Nancy gently suggests with a giggle. She is always trying to keep the peace, but sometimes it’s a bit hard - especially a few hits in.

"A truce? ABBA clearly wins seeing as Metallica fucking sucks," you lie with the intent to rile up Eddie. Your arms still crossed atop your chest as you peer up towards him. You are met with all four of your friends horrified eyes. Eddie sinks back into his seat as he clenches his jaw. His eyes widen as his breathing heavies.

Nancy quickly looks at Steve, who responds with a nod. "Yeah, we're going to head out," she says as the two stand from their seats. Robin remains seated within the static air. She watches as you two exchange glances, excitedly waiting for the show to begin. Steve hooks his arm to hers, pulling her up from her theatre chair. "Let's go, Robin," he directs with annoyance. She huffs while being dragged away. As they walk out, Eddie and you can hear Robin whine, "But I want to see what happens!"

"That was too far," Eddie says through his teeth. His eyes never leaving yours. You roll your eyes, sinking deeper into his couch. "If only I cared," you mutter under your breath. He scoffs as he sucks his tongue to his teeth. "God, you fucking drive me nuts, y/l/n," he shouts as he erratically swings his arms through the air. "It's the least I can do after the shit you've been pulling all night," you respond.

Eddie turns back towards you with a twinged look. His eye squinting in confusion. "The shit I’m pulling? What shit?" he asks with a chuckle. In your five years of friendship, you have gotten into exactly three fights with Eddie Munson. This was going to be number four. "You've been a dick to me all night," you yell as you stand from the couch. The rage flooding through you, making you want to move. "No more than usual," Eddie says with a laugh. You quickly turn towards him in response to that laugh. Was he really laughing at you at a time like this? You were going to hit him where it hurts.

With a deep breath, you shake out your arms and stretch out your neck. You look over to Eddie, the confused boy with the arched brow. He watches you as you slowly walk over towards him. You place your hands onto his shoulders and you gently lower yourself onto his lap. His face completely full of awe as your hair brushes against his cheek bones. His mouth hanging open as his eyes desperately try to find yours. Of course, they continue to become lost along the way as they travel up your torso.

As his eyes finally land upon yours, you brush your hand through Eddie's curly locks. "You have been a dick to me all night," you repeat sternly. "You're going to get what you deserve." You quickly lift from his lap and walk over to the hallway. Your hands grip onto your shirt and pull it over your head before you even reach the doorway. With the lack of heard movement, you scoff, "Are you coming?" Quickly, you hear him struggle to move from his chair and follow you blindly down the hallway.

Walking into Eddie's bedroom, you quickly point towards the old rickety chair resting beside his dresser. "Sit," you say as you begin to unbutton your jeans. With his jaw still on the floor, he straddles the chair and crosses his arm over its back. The chair creaks with each of his movements. His eyes are glued to you as you pull your jeans down side to side over your thick thighs. The thighs he's been dreaming about since he first met you.

Kicking off your pants, you land back onto Eddie's mattress. You grab hold of his two pillows and place them at the arch of your back. You lean back onto them as you cross your legs. You note that he's practically drooling as you sit bra, panties, and all in front of him - on his bed. His eyes blink rapidly as they scan over your body. Once they meet your eyes, a smile grows upon his face.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," Eddie whispers as he begins to stand from the chair. "No," you say sternly. Both of your bodies become frozen. "Sit down," you instruct. Slowly uncoupling your legs, you lean back onto your palms. "You don't move from that chair." His face deadpans as he slowly processes your words. A minute later and you find him slowly nodding. His chin rests heavily atop his forearms as he grips tightly onto the back of the chair.

"Good," you whisper. You slowly raise from Eddie's pillows to unhook your bra. You slide the straps down as you let the bra fall to the ground. You watch as Eddie bites into his arm, desperately trying to remain still for you. "What should I do?" you softly ask. He lightly gasps as he watches you in adoration. "Can I speak?" he asks quietly. "Don't make me repeat myself, Munson," you demand. He nods quickly and clears his throat.

"Take off your panties," Eddie whispers. You scoff as you roll your head back onto the pillows. Your arms cross over your torso. Your palms covering your tits. "Please, take off your panties," he quickly revises. You smirk as you slowly move your hands down your sides. Hooking your thumbs onto your waistline, you slowly pull your panties down. Eddie's eyes widen. His breathing intensifies as he is able to bear witness to something he thought he would only dream about. It makes you unbelievably wet - making you consider allowing him to raise from that chair.

"What now, daddy?" you ask with daring eyes. He bites deeper into his arm as he breathes through his teeth. You rest there, wide open for him. All while he is confined to that old wooden chair. "Please just use your fingers and-and tell me how wet you are," he asks with a whimper. You smile as your hand taps against the outside of your thigh. You slowly trail your fingers up your thigh and onto your clit. You feel that cool wetness to your touch. You feel that undeniable pleasure from the pressure against your bud.

Leaning your head back, you smile at the sensation. Your slick lathers your fingers. "Show me?" Eddie asks hesitantly. You smile as you raise from his bed. He raises his chin towards you. With a bite to your lip, you brush your two fingers against his mouth. His chocolate innocent eyes watch you as you push deeper past his lips. His tongue drags between your fingers. Eyes remain dead set upon you. "Hmm," you moan. "Tasty," he whispers with your fingers still in his mouth.

You slowly pull from him, dragging against his plump bottom lip. You rest back onto his sheets, as your fingertips circle softly against your clit. "Rub a little harder?" Eddie suggests. The words falling right from his mouth before he could even catch himself. You nod as you follow his instruction. Your breathing heavies as you feel the pleasure rush through your limbs. He undoubtably notices as you hear shifting within the old wooden chair. His grip tightening around his arm as he lets out low groans from deep within.

“God, I want to touch you,” Eddie whispers. He holds back anymore “wants” in fear that you might stop what you are doing. You moan as you watch him tremble in that seat. You can feel how much he wants to touch you, more than you’ve ever felt before. “Please go inside, baby. Just one finger at first,” he whimpers. You oblige. You hear him stifle back a moan as he watches your finger disappear. “In and out, baby. Yeah - just like that,” he instructs. His chin raising as goosebumps flood his skin.

“Nice and slow, baby. Fuck,” Eddie says as he begins to grind against the chair. You smile at the sight of him. He’s desperate for your touch, yet he remains obedient in his seat for you. Not daring to move a muscle. The slow movements feel heavenly. You also wish it could be his chilled ringed fingers brushing against your clit.

“Please a little faster, baby. For me,” Eddie whimpers as he adjusts his sit. His breathing intensifies as he rests uncomfortably in his jeans. The undeniable bulge in his pants leaving you salivating. His hands remain on the back of the chair. An unspoken rule set forth that he could not touch himself. He only could watch. Part of you both hating and loving this rule.

With a nod, you increase your movements. The light sensation moving in and out of you was a great way to start but you wanted more. You plunge your second finger in as your other hand rushes to your hair. Your nipples harden at the increased arousal. “Holy fuck,” Eddie gasps at the sight of you. Your beautiful body on display for him, both pleasurable and undeniably punishing.

“Please let me touch you, baby. Please let me come over there,” Eddie whimpers. You shake your head no as you movements quicken. Your palm drags down your face until it lands firmly against your breast. Your hips begin to rut and you almost lose your balance on the edge of his mattress.

Eddie watches you gob-struck. “Baby please! I’ll do anything. Please let me help you,” he begs. The creaking of the chair loudens as he shifts. The pain is almost unbearable, but so fucking worth it. In between ragged breaths, you ask, “How would you help me?” He immediately responds, “I’d crawl to you, baby. Hands and knees. I’d put my tongue on your pussy so fucking fast. I’d stick my tongue so deep inside you that you cum so fucking hard in my mouth. I’d swallow your cum, baby.”

You giggle at the sounds of his desperation. You can’t deny that his ideas would feel incredible right now. “What else?” you add breathlessly. Your other hand now lightly rubbing against your clit as your fingers curl within. Eddie watches you with sweat plastering his curls to his forehead. “I’d suck on your clit while my fingers fuck you so hard and so fast baby. I’d leave marks on your ass from pulling you onto my mouth,” he mumbles. You watch as he actually seems to salivate.

“What about that cock of yours?” you ask with a crack to your voice. Eddie’s detailed descriptions bring you closer and closer to euphoric bliss. He leans forward. His mouth almost inching closer and closer to your wide spread thighs. He might topple forward in the chair. “Oh god, baby. My cock would be yours. Only existing to make you cum. If you’d let me, I’d rub the tip of my cock on your clit until you were nice and wet,” he whispers breathlessly. His hand clawing deep onto his arm. “I’d thrust my cock so deep inside you, you’d see stars. I’d make you cum so hard on my cock and I wouldn’t cum until you let me, baby.”

Eddie begins to blubber. “Please baby, just use my cock. Please just use me to make yourself cum. I’ll be your own personal dildo, fuck - please,” he begs. You giggle at the sound of him as the pit in your stomach tightens. You rest your head back as you feel yourself flirting with the edge. Eddie recognizes it immediately. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on those pretty fingers for daddy. Show me what that tight pussy can do,” he murmurs as he watches your hips rut up. “Fuck, y/n. Cum for daddy. Let me see you cum, pretty girl.”

You moan and shake as your orgasm throws you through a loop. You hear Eddie slam his fist against his thigh as he uses all of his strength to remain seated in that chair. His entire body floods with pain as yours fills with pleasure. Exactly what you intended. “Thank you,” he mumbles under a whisper. As you ride out your high, your hips continue to grind against his mattress. Every inch of you wishes it was him, but god did your stubbornness outweigh your horniness.

With your final moans, you rest almost lifeless spread out in front of him. Your eyes slowly open to see a tearful Eddie. Moon-shaped marks rack his wrists, and perfectly compliment his tatted forearms. The tent pitched in his jeans remains abundantly firm and full. He is just as out of breath as you are. “Next time, just tell me I’m beautiful. Compliments go a long way,” you share. He smiles, a gorgeous smile that leaves your cheeks rosey. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers with all sincerity. You smirk with a nervous bite to your lip. “Get over here.”

• part two • i want it •

note: i apologize to anyone who read that last line like mortal combat. im sorry to rip you out of it haha a bit of a different kinky take on things, probs could’ve gone kinkier but we all gotta start somewhere. i hope it fits non the less. let me know what you think!

• nav • no-no plagiarism • one shot • requests open •

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sadhours · 1 year

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neon lights pt. 4 | b.h & reader

18 + minors dni | prev. chap

contents: adult themes, smut, exotic dancing, this is kind of self indulgent with billys armpits I’m not sorry

You’re paranoid. You know that. It would be impossible for your coworkers to know that you’ve been hooking up with the cute bartender for a couple weeks now but you still feel like you’ll get caught with lingering glances and laughing too hard at his jokes. What’s not fair is that Billy can flirt with you as hard as he wants and cheer from behind the bar when you’re on stage because it’s not suspicious when he does it. In fact, he does that with most of the dancers. Perhaps it would be more suspicious if he didn’t do that.

Funny thing is, you don’t even need to hide this but you really don’t want the whole club knowing because then they’ll ask questions. You’d seen it after Billy had hooked up with some of the dancers, a million questions about him and what he was like in the sack or if they were dating him. Sometimes they’d ask you about him, since he lived with you and he was pretty reserved and mysterious. Which he was with you too. You knew his routines and habits but you didn’t know his dreams or aspirations. You didn’t know about his family but you’d assumed it wasn’t a happy one since he didn’t bring them up and they never called to talk to him.

That’s got to be on the to do list: get to know your roommate that you’re only sleeping with. You keep telling yourself you two are only having sex but Billy has slept in your bed every single night since this started. On nights he stays out late at the casino, he still crawls into your bed instead of his and even though he reeks of cigarettes in the worst way, you melt in his arms and fall asleep mid-making out. You haven’t kissed this much since high school. It’s insane. Sometimes you guys don’t even have sex, you just lay sprawled out on your bed or the couch, tongues tied. You’d forgotten how much you loved kissing and Billy’s the absolute best at it. You’re actually a little self conscious, worried that you suck at it even when he tells you that you’re the best kisser in the world. It’s an intimate interaction you’d taken for granted. You've never felt more desired in your life.

“Earth to Cherry,” your co-worker, Delancy says as she sits next to you. “What or sorry, who are you thinking about? Lost in your own little world over there.”

“Sorry,” you reply sheepishly, “I was just zoning out, no thoughts up here.”

You jokingly knock on your temple, standing up and disrobing. Your set is after hers which means you’re up. She slaps your ass as you walk past and you turn to blow her a kiss.

“I’m gonna need the warmest welcome for our next lady,” the emcee announces, “You know her, you love her, you want her… Cherry!”

You strut out on the stage, flipping your hair behind your shoulder and smiling to the familiar and new faces lining the stage. You desperately want to look at the loud cheers coming from behind the bar, knowing you’ll see Billy with a wide, happy smile. The urge to make money helps you make eye contact with the dollar bills flying towards you as you wrap a leg around the pole.

“Ow!” Billy’s excited voice cheers for you and you can’t help it, locking your eyes with his.

You arch your back, dropping your eyes to tonight’s bachelor and delivering him a wink. He’s a shy guy, his friends slapping him on the back. You like those ones, they’re always so respectful and they never lay a hand on you during lap dances but their friends make sure they tip you heavily. You find yourself wondering what Billy would be like as a patron, it’s a dangerous thought as it makes your moves on the pole a lot more sexually charged. You crawl across the floor, seeing Ulysses S. Grants face and you try to remember a time when you’d seen a $50 while on stage. You snatch it from the fingers and tuck it into your g-string, then you see the generous face looking back at you. Chip grins up at you and from years of practice, you do not falter but instead, you give him more of a show, pulling at the string of your top to release your breasts. This is a topless club after all. The sea of men cheer as you stand back to your feet and toss your top to the back of the stage before making your way along the front, sliding bills wherever you can fit them.

Billy’s in awe, always is when he sees you but when you’re on stage, it’s like a whole different personality comes out. He totally understands why you have such a loyal fan base, regulars he only sees on nights you’re working. He can see in your eyes how much you enjoy this and it’s not anything he sees from the other dancers. He’s happy to see you happy, even if it’s the money the men hand you that gives you that look in your eye. All he wants to do is lift you up and Billy’s never felt that for another person in his entire life, except for his mother.

Becky rocks her hip against Billy’s, “You two finally did it.”

“Huh?” Billy tries a hand at acting, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He grabs the bottle of house tequila and pours three shots for the gentlemen at the bar.

“I can see it in your eyes, dude,” Becky laughs and Billy waves a hand at her dismissively.

“It’s called pining. I want what I can’t have,” he motions at the men at the bar, who are all turned towards the stage, “We all want what we can’t have.”

Becky snorts, “They look at her like she’s the last slice of pizza and they’re all starving. You,” she pokes his chest, “Look at her like she’s the goddamn embodiment of heaven.”

“She is,” he mumbles, setting the bottle down and sliding the shots across bar, “Six dollars, gentlemen, cash only.”

Without looking, the guy who ordered shoves Billy a $10. He makes the change and throws the rest in his bucket. Becky walks over and smirks up at him, “You can’t get shit passed me, Hargrove.”

He rolls his eyes but they fall back on you, watching as you gather up your money while the music fades. He knows you’ll be out on the floor and he grabs two shot glasses, preparing them on the bar-top.

“The liar works tonight,” Chip grins as he sits at the stool directly in front of Billy.

“Sorry, I’m new,” Billy lies with a shit-eating grin.

“What’s she drink?” he asks, pulling his wallet from his pocket.

“Top shelf gin,” Billy admits, grabbing the coup to prepare your favorite drink. He grabs the shot glasses but stops himself, figuring he deserves two shots after this interaction is done.

Chip slides a twenty dollar bill over, “I’ll have a shot of Jack.”

Billy’s eyes catch yours as you make your way to the bar, noting your outfit change. The white top and bottoms with cherries bedazzled on them make his dick ache in his jeans. The first time he saw you in it, he took his fifteen and jerked off in the bathroom.

“Hey, darling,” he smirks at you, “I’d say you made rent the first fifteen seconds you were up there. Looks like I can go ahead and take my half to the casino.”

Billy never, ever mentions the fact that you two live together in front of customers but he fucking hates this Chip guy and wants to make him mad.

“Only if you can double it, lucky boy,” you sing as you rest your arms on the bar, then you notice Chip and Billy rolls his eyes as your demeanor changes. He knows this is why you resisted your attraction to him but he doesn’t care, he can deal with most of the assholes who want to get in your pants but this guy just makes his skin crawl.

“Oh and hello to you,” you smile at him, “I owe you a private dance for how nice you’re treating me.”

“As long as it doesn’t go to this bozo’s rent,” Chip motions his thumb behind him and when you look up, Billy’s mocking him with his hands. You can’t help but giggle, even though you worry Billy’s jealous. That’s why you’ve set restrictions for yourself in the first place.

“God, no, come rain or shine, he’s got to pay his fair share,” you say before giving Billy a pointed look.

“He’s not your boyfriend, is he?” Chip asks.

“In my dreams,” Billy groans, but locks his eyes on yours to let you know he’s serious but he also doesn’t want to make your job any harder, “But hey, I wish I was every one of these girls boyfriends.”

“This one’s the prettiest,” Chip declares, pointing at you.

“You’re so sweet,” you tell him, twirling your hair in between your fingers.

Chip turns and grabs the drink he’s ordered for you, though he has no idea what it is, “I was told this is your favorite.”

You take it graciously and try to ignore Billy pounding two shots one after the other behind Chip. As the two of you walk towards the private rooms, Billy reassures himself by setting a goal tonight to make you scream his name as soon as he gets you home. Chip can hand you all the money he wants, he’ll never get you anywhere near an orgasm and Billy knows that.

“You gotta cool it,” Becky scolds him.

“Huh?”

“That one was obvious,” she says, “Didi even catches wind of you two hooking up and you’re out on your ass. That’s her number one money maker.”

Billy knows it, reaching for his pack of Marlboros, “We’re not hooking up, Becky. God damn. Just keep rubbing it in my fucking face.”

She shakes her head, but turns to look at him as she walks back to her side of the bar like she believes him for a second.

He feels his stomach churn, thinking about you in that private room with that arrogant douchebag. He’s never really cared about it before but this guy thinks he has a chance and Billy worries he does. He knows it’s ridiculous but the only time Billy’s handed you a wad of cash it’s with sorrowful eyes and an apology because it’s always about a week too late. He wonders what this Chip fella does for a living that makes it so easy to throw so much money at you. The history of you having gone to school with the guy also makes him worried because truth be told, Billy doesn’t really know you. Conversations always tend to be about mundane things or how attractive the other is. You’ve both built this wall up and haven’t began taking it down. Billy’s not sure if either of you really will. It’s comfortable to go home and talk about each others day. Who would want to ruin that with trauma?

Billy takes a long drag off his cigarette as you exit the private room and say goodbye to Chip. At least the guy knows when to leave. You walk back over to the bar and smile wide at Billy, “He just paid our rent.”

“Your rent,” he says, pouring a couple of shots for the two of you.

You shake your head, “No, the boyfriend thing did something for him. You helped work for this money.”

Billy chuckles, “What did he say in there?”

You sit down on a stool and cheers Billy, downing the celebratory shot as you think back to the private room. Chip was weird. You didn’t touch him when you could help it but he was talking at you like you were, like he was about to blow a load in his pants.

“Lots of things but I think he was thinking more about you than he was me,” you reply happily.

Billy gives you a bewildered look, “In what way?”

“He kept asking if you were my boyfriend and I said you were whatever he wanted you to be, so he took that as a yes and started saying stuff about how much it turned him on to know you were right out here but he was in the room with me,” you shrug.

Billy nods, “So in his fantasy world, I’m being cuckholded. Interesting.”

He thinks it’s funny because truth be told, he actually gets to touch you and doesn’t have to pay to see your tits. You giggle, grabbing a hold of Billy’s wrist to look at his watch. You’ve only got an hour left of your shift.

“What’re we doing after work?” you ask, glancing around to make sure Didi or any coworkers weren’t in ear shot.

You know you should be out making more money, not spending time with Billy but hey, the few hundred dollars tucked into your top was more than you’d expected for a 5 minute private dance. He also looked particularly cute today, tying his hair up with one of your hair ties after a few hours behind the bar. He’d told you he hadn’t had a haircut in at least a year and you’d said you would cut it for him but you haven’t offered since and you’re starting to really like how long it is.

“No clue but looks like you’re paying,” he teases.

You mull over the options in your head, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out by the end of the night.”

Turning your head, you see Didi entering from the dressing room and that’s your cue to actually do your job again. You hop off the stool and make your rounds around, waiting until someone catches your attention. Didi walks up to the bar, asks Billy to make her a drink with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Yes, ma’am,” he sings, reaching back for the bottle of gin.

“Busy night,” she says, glancing around the club, “You doing well in tips?”

“Oh yeah, plus the roomie just earned our rent in like five minutes so I’m not stressing anymore,” he explains, backtracking from his conversation he had with her a week ago about how badly he needed money. He had told her as a way to ask for more shifts but Didi had taken it differently, thinking that he was asking her for money and she’d come on pretty strong that night. He got out of it with his charm but Billy was still feeling super uncomfortable around her since.

“That girl really knows how to make money,” Didi shakes her head. You were the best dancer here, you never got too drunk, you never showed up with baggage and you really knew how to wring men of every penny that had.

Billy nods, handing the gin and soda to Didi, “Maybe her skills will rub off on me.”

He makes a face, realizing that might sound sexual even though he didn’t mean it that way. Didi laughs and drops her hand on top of Billy’s.

“Oh, I’m sure you have it in you, just gotta put your mind to it.”

Billy grins awkwardly, wanting to pull his hand away but he didn’t want to offend her because he needed this job. Luckily, a group of drunk guys stumble their way up to the bar and Billy can excuse himself to over serve them.

“I’m tired,” you complain as you watch Billy wash the last bit of dishes. You’d changed into your sweatpants and hoodie and all you want to do is wash your makeup off. The last hour dragged on and you had forgotten that even if your shift ends, Billy has to stay behind to clean the bar. You like watching him move tough, the curls that had fallen from his ponytail bounce around his face and neck and his face looks so concentrated. It’s probably because he’s a bit tipsy but it’s adorable.

“So we just going home then, sweet thing?” he asks as he stands up, puts his hands on his hips as he tries to think about what he’s got to do next.

“Will you make me ramen when we get home?” you pout up at him with your big doe eyes.

Billy can’t resist, he grabs a hold of your face and leans over the bar to kiss you. You melt into it before you remember Didi is lurking around here somewhere, so you pull away.

“That a yes?” you ask, biting your lip.

The blonde just shakes his head, turning around to continue his nightly duties.

When you get home, he does start boiling a pot of water and you disappear into the bathroom to wash your makeup off. You tie your hair up into a bun and smear moisturizer on your face, figuring by the time you finish up your ramen will be ready. Billy does it perfect too, every time no matter how shitfaced he is. He usually cuts up some green onions and occasionally fries up an egg for it. You smell that he’s doing so now as soon as you open the bathroom door. Everything about it is so domestic, you think when you walk into the kitchen and see him cooking for you, lit cigarette perched between his lips but he’s careful to lean over and ash in the ashtray. You’re not sure this is even a friends with benefit’s situation, whenever you look at him you’re enamored.

You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek against his back, unable to really control your hands as they snake under his shirt to grab his hips. His skin is always hot to the touch, makes your fingers tingle. Billy leans back against you, guiding your feet back to he can strain some of the water from the noodles as you cling onto him. He’s sweaty from work but you’ve always been excited by his musk, you find yourself shoving your face in his armpit whenever you can. Billy thinks it’s a bit strange but he’s flattered more than anything, especially when you mutter something about pheromones when he teases you about it.

“Alright,” he peels your hands off his hips and you let out a whine of protest. “Ramen time.”

He carries the bowls over to the coffee table while you reach into the fridge to grab you each a can of soda. You sit cross crossed beside him, cracking open the soda and taking a big gulp, the carbonation settles your stomach. Billy leans forward to grab your bowl and hand it to you, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on before he starts digging into his own.

You mix up the noodles, humming happily before slurping a forkful into your mouth. You two sit in silence as you eat and once you’ve disposed of your empty bowls on the coffee table, you curl up with Billy, shoving your hand up his shirt to lay your palm against his bare chest. He lays his hand on your ass and kisses your forehead. You don’t care how this blurs the lines, it just feels so right. You close your eyes, unable to keep them open from how comfortable you are on his chest and slowly drift to sleep.

You wake up when Billy’s lifting you off the couch, bridal style. The house is dark now and you don’t know how long he let you sleep on the couch. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter after flicking the light on. You see he’s changed into a pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips. You let your eyes rake over his chest, smiling up at him dreamily. When he reaches up to open the medicine cabinet, you lean forward and smush your face into his exposed armpit.

“You weirdo,” he chuckles, pulling away once he’s grabbed your toothbrush.

“Smells good,” you mumble, sleepily.

He shakes his head, smiling as he wets your toothbrush and squeezes some toothpaste on it before handing it to you.

“Brush,” he instructs.

You obey, sticking the toothbrush in your mouth while you look up at him.

“I’m not weird,” you say around your toothbrush and Billy leans back against the wall, raising an eyebrow at you.

He mimics you, speaking gibberish to tease you. You giggle, hopping off the counter to spit into the sink and rinsing out your mouth.

“I said I’m not weird,” you clarify, locking your fingers as you trail back to your room.

Billy turns your light on, closing the door behind him and goes to turn the fan on, “I’ve never had anyone smell my armpit.”

Grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt to pull it over your head, you get stuck and struggle a bit before you feel Billy’s hands helping get it off of you. He drops it to the floor and places his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

“Okay, they were all missing out,” you shrug, resting your cheek on his pec.

Billy laughs softly, walking you over to the bed and laying you down on it. He walks over to turn the light out and crawls down into the bed with you. You melt as you pulls you into his arms starts pressing kisses against your throat. You lean your head back and moan softly, tangling your legs with his.

“Well, thank you,” he mumbles, “It’s very flattering that you like my BO, even if it’s kinda weird.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m sure you have your weird kinks you’re hiding.”

Billy laughs, “Oh, it’s a kink now?”

You slap his chest, “No, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

He nods, chuckling softly still, “I’m just fucking with you, baby.”

The pet name makes you purr, the way it falls out of his lips makes your thighs tingle. He places his hand on your cheek and turns your head up to his, pressing his lips against yours. It starts lazily, sporadic kisses between just resting your lips against the others. Billy drags his fingernails up and down the small of your back, you shiver under his touch, a chill running up your spine. You feel him smile and you return it, grabbing a hold of his jaw. He bites your bottom lip, teeth gently knocking into yours for a second but he’s quick to smooth his tongue along your lower lip. You dart yours out to meet his, your toes curling as the kiss becomes more charged. Billy’s grabbing at your skin, pushing you impossibly closer to him while licking into your mouth. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling like a teenager again. You always do whenever you two kiss like this. The build up of it all so utterly arousing, like Billy’s shy at first and then he suddenly can’t get enough of you. And he’ll kiss you like this for hours, until you’re both a panting mess and he has to get out of bed to fetch you some water.

Sometimes it ends with sex, other times hand stuff or occasionally just sleep. You never know which but you’re anticipating his next move always. Right now with the way he’s pulling and scratching at your hips, you know it won’t end in sleep even though you’re on the verge of it. Billy’s good at waking you up, though. He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it before mumbling into your mouth, “You’re so sexy. Want you out of these sweats.”

“Then take them off,” you reply hastily, tugging on his curls when his lips find your throat again. Billy pushes you onto your back and hovers above you, licking where your shoulder meets your neck as his fingertips hook into your sweatpants to pull them off of you. It’s so much hotter when he undresses you. He notices you’re not wearing underwear and he groans softly, pushing your thighs apart so he can get his fingers on you. He wastes no time, feeling how soaked you are and he wonders if it’s from the kissing or the armpit thing but he’s too embarrassed to ask.

“So fucking wet,” he settles for, inching two digits inside of your acing core.

“Billy,” you pant out, unable to keep your eyes open as he curls his fingers up and drags them across your most sensitive wall.

“Is this all for me?” he asks, his voice hoarse against your skin. You nod frantically, mind cloudy as you focus on the pleasure he brings you.

“Tell me,” he demands harshly and he pauses his movements abruptly as he looks up at you. It’s a little disorienting but most of all, it’s irritating. No matter how stubborn you are, you’re learning that Billy always gets his way. You wonder if the whole thing with Chip is bothering him and that scares you. This isn’t supposed to be an exclusive relationship and you find yourself regretting that you hadn’t set stronger boundaries. No, instead you insinuated that you wanted exclusivity.

Your hands raise to grab onto his biceps and your worries slip away at the touch of his warm skin. Writhing against his fingers, you finally pant out, “It’s all for you, Billy.”

He presses a searing kiss against your lips, continuing his ministrations but faster and harder this time, almost like you’ve won the prize. He mouths against your lips, “That’s right, baby. This pussy is all mine.”

You arch against him when his fingertips graze the spongy spot deep inside you and you gasp out, digging your nails into his arms. Your entire body is on fire and Billy’s barely started. How he’s able to have this effect on you is unbeknown. It’s like he’s magic, or worse.

He pulls back, positioning himself better between your legs. He spreads your thighs wider with his knees, entering a third finger into your gushing center. Pressing his left palm on your pubic bone, he rubs your clit with his thumb in quick, repeating circles. The pressure of his hand on you added with the fingers pumping in and out as quick and as hard as he can is excruciatingly delicious. No man has ever fingered you like this and you begin to wonder where in the fuck he learned this. You don’t have time to think much about it as he’s coaxing your orgasm along. Any minute now, you know you’ll cum harder than you ever have before.

“Look at you,” he coos, “such a desperate little slut.”

If you could see you from his eyes, you’d have to agree. You’re squirming around, your fists grabbing the sheets below you so tight your knuckles are turning white and the noises you’re making are borderline pornographic. Like you’re faking it but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Billy’s just a fucking God with his fingers.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he says it almost condescendingly, “like a good little slut.”

His words are like a spell and it works, your orgasm crashes through you aggressively. You scream his name, legs shaking as you squirt out all over his fingers and arms. And it lasts for what feels like forever. When you think it’s over, it keeps going and you realize Billy hasn’t stopped. He won’t let you come down, pulling a consecutive orgasm from you. You squirt again and finally, your legs snap shut around his arms. You cry out his name like a chant, begging him to stop or continue, you’re not sure.

You have no idea how much time as passed when you’re able to sit up and look at him, seeing the mess you’ve made of the sheets and Billy’s sweats. You’re gasping for air, your lungs burning and you’re entire body feels like it’s vibrating.

“What the fuck?” you pant in disbelief.

Never in your life have you done that before. In fact, you didn’t even know it was possible. You’d heard of other women squirting but you’d never done it. Until Billy. He looks so goddamn cheerful at your reaction. He even laughs, rubbing your thighs soothingly.

“You’re welcome,” he beams.

“Fuck,” you collapse on your back, trying to catch your breath.

“I think we’re gonna have to sleep in my bed,” he mentions, a hint of humor in his voice.

“I don’t think I can stand,” you tease back at him, “You’re gonna have to carry me.”

Billy does, getting off the bed and scooting his arms underneath you to pick you up like he did earlier that night. He carefully walks you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed before going to change into different clothes and you see the erection he’s sporting. You reach your hands out, making grabby gestures.

“No clothes, C’mere.”

Billy chuckles, “I guess that’s fair enough.”

He turns his light off and crawls into his bed beside you. You turn to kiss him, your fingertips circling his cock slowly and you smile into the kiss when he moans softly. You’ve never been insecure about your skills in bed but Billy’s on a whole new level and you ache to impress him. You pull away from his lips and start kissing down his chest and stomach. You lick a broad stripe against his abs, tightening your grip on the base of him. He exhales, fingers tangling into your hair as you descend lower. You let go of him and his cock rests up against his stomach, your hands meet his hips and you lick from his balls to his tip. Billy lets out a guttural groan so you do it a few more times before wrapping your lips around his tip. Humming around him, you inch him further and further until you can’t anymore. You feel his pubes tickle your nose, his hands pulling roughly at your hair. You swallow around him before you ease up, your hand moving to stroke where your mouth leaves. You gather the remaining saliva in your mouth and drool it over his tip, using your hand to spread it along his length.

Billy’s panting above you, “Ugh, such a good girl…”

His praise feels nice, making you giggle softly before rolling your tongue along the edges of his tip. You stroke him faster, lowering your mouth to his sack so you can swirl your tongue against his balls. Billy groans louder this time, jerking his hips as he fucks into your first. You start to feel a dull burn in your forearm and wrist but you’re determined to give him an equally earth shattering orgasm as he gave you briefly before.

“Fuck,” Billy grits behind clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum.”

You quickly move to wrap your lips around his tip again, sucking him down hard without relenting your motions with your hand.

Billy whines, “Ah-ah…” and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard in your life. You hum happily and he shoots his load into your mouth, hips lifting of the bed as he does so. You swallow and continue to suck, pulling every last drip from him until he’s pushing your head away.

“Fuck,” he exhales loudly, reaching for your arm so he can pull you back up with him. Your face is close enough so you bury it in his armpit and take a whiff. Billy jumps, pulling you up the bed further.

“Jesus Christ, you fiend, that tickles,” he mutters as he presses his lips to yours.

“You smell so fucking good,” you purr, “I just can’t help myself.”

“After that, you deserve it,” he grins, “now get some sleep.”

#billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fic #neon lights

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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Hi! Could I request drabbles for Raihan, Leon and Piers (my three swsh husbands hehe) getting into a big argument with their s/o and then saying something super mean they immediately With a fluffy ending tho please! I live for the hurt comfort >:3

You got it, hon! Hurt and comfort and my bread and butter! Coming right up!

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Leon:

It started out insignificant. You had made a small joke, poking fun at him getting lost on his way to the bathroom after he was in there for so long. You couldn't see the exhausted look in his eyes, the bags or the way his body was. . . too tense. You saw it when he turned on you, though.

"I'm not an idiot!" He snapped at you. "And I'm not a child! Some of us actually have important things to do sometimes besides sit around and be assholes like you!"

He stormed off afterwords, leaving you in shock on the couch as your shared bedroom door slammed behind you. The house was quiet, and you were aware that Leon probably wasn't going to be in the mood to talk anytime soon, so you gathered your Pokémon and headed out to battle some other trainers while you sorted through your emotions over what happened.

Leon, on the other hand, spent the time stewing in his bedroom. Things with being Chairman weren't going great. The Battle Tower was still with kinks, and it felt like no matter how hard he tried, there was still someone left unhappy about the whole thing.

And even worse, he had yelled at you because of it. He buried his head in the pillow and sighed. He needed to make it up to you, but he had heard the front door shut. You were gone. . . Maybe there was times to fix things while you were away.

After you return after thinking things through, you find all the lights are off. Leon is standing over by the dining table, candles lit around him, food already out on the table. He gives you a small smile.

"Hey."

"Hey." You greet, easing yourself towards them. "What's this?"

"An apology." Leon murmurs, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, and he runs his thumb over your knuckles. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I didn't mean anything I said, but I shouldn't have said. I was stressed, and shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"I forgive you." You whisper. "I'm sorry too. I don't mean to make you feel like an idiot or a child with those jokes."

Leon shakes his head. "I know. C'mon, let's eat and go to bed. I think sleep will do us both good."

You smile. Yeah, it should.

Raihan:

Raihan had already been feeling shitty about things. He had lost to Leon again, and before that he was already in a foul mood for no real reason. Then his phone notified him that you had commented on one of Leon's posts, one of him at the gym, sweaty and muscled.

Looking good! <3

Raihan grounded his teeth. Of course you thought he was good looking. He's the bloody champion. Of course you like him more.

Next time Raihan sees you, he gives you a cold look. "Your here, eh?"

You carefully cock a brow. "Well. . . I do live here."

"I figured you'd be off at Leon's," Raihan said, feigning casualness, "given how hard you suck his dick."

"Raihan!" You exclaimed, horrified. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"If you like him, go get him!" Raihan shouted back. "Don't stay here and yank my chain when you're just going to leave anyway! What kind of a heartless fucker are you?"

"You need to hop off your high horse and take a nap" You snapped. "Maybe you'll still have a partner when you wake up and come to your senses!"

You stormed, off leaving Raihan to stew in peace. He actually did as you suggested and took a nap, waking up to find an angry text from Nessa, who you had gone to. You were apparently devastated by his accusations, understandably so.

Raihan groaned. He needed to apologize for that horrible outburst.

He made sure to grab presents as he made his way towards Hulberry. He got flowers, your favorite candy, and even a small stuffed animal of your favorite Pokémon. When he arrived at Nessa's place, he knocked on the door. It swung open, and there Nessa was, unimpressed.

"I hope you can fix this." She said, letting him in before going off, probably to her room

You sat on the couch, stroking one of your Pokémon. Your expression was downcast, and Raihan's heart ached. Why would he think you'd run off? You'd never done anything to even suggest it.

"I got jealous." He admits. You stiffen. "Leon's. . . been making me feel less than my best. Not cause he's an ass, but because I'm the ass. I saw you comment on his post and lost my temper. I'm sorry."

Raihan gently places the gifts beside you.

"I'd never do that to you." You say.

"I know." Raihan murmurs back. He kneels at your feet, waiting for your cue. "I'll spend the rest of the week making it up to you."

You snort, and lean towards him. "Rest of the month."

"Week and a half."

"Deal."

Piers:

Piers didn't think he'd ever had a show that bad before. Disinterested crowd, rude drunks, and lackluster security not keeping people out from where they're not supposed to be. He had a headache and just wanted to breathe for a minute, but he didn't get that chance after the show.

You came running up to him backstage, a sad smile on your lips. "Tough crowd, huh? I'm sorry things went so badly. And you know what those guys said wasn't true, right? You're-"

"Tired." Piers snapped. You went quiet, eyes wide. "I want to be left alone, have some peace and quiet for once. Will you get lost please, annoyin'. . ." He muttered the rest, but you were already gone.

His headache eventually faded away, but with it came the slow, clawed grip of guilt. You were only trying to help, and he could've been nicer when asking for alone time. You didn't deserve him snapping at you. He needed to find you.

You were outside of the revenue, sitting down, having your own quiet time. Piers approaches, hears you mutter an apology, and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry for callin' you annoyin'." Piers said first. You glanced away. "Sorry for snappin' at ya too. . . I shouldn't have, even if I was tired."

"I wasn't trying to be annoying." You told him, sad. "I swear I wasn't. I just didn't want you thinking anything those guys said were true!"

"I don't think that." Piers assured you. He sat next to you, and pressed your arms against one another. "Only one whose opinion I care about is yours. . . and Marnie's."

You chuckled. "Yeah, same here."

"I don't think you're annoyin', babe."

"Thank you." You leaned your head on his shoulder. Piers smiled, relaxing into the comfortable quiet. It was like his headache never even existed.

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I hope these are to your liking!! Thanks for requesting, and I hope you have a good day!

~Renee

#gonna be honest #had trouble thinking of reasons why the boys would snap #leon x reader #champion leon x reader #raihan x reader #piers x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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cwritesforfun · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Only One Bed

Eddie has had a crush on you for like forever and you’re his best friend. You smile at his jokes, cheer at his concerts, and make him smile when he’s feeling down. You’re also one of the most studious people he knows and you’re always pushing him to attend class. He is worried about you. You’ve been having trouble sleeping & have been buying drugs from Eddie to help with it. You also have been missing class and you won’t confide in him.

There could be a part two! :-) lmk!

TW: Stalker

Y/N= Your Name

Author’s note: I know this is cliché, but we all love it:)

Eddie’s POV

I say bye to Wayne as he heads off to work, pour a bowl of cereal for dinner, and listen to the rain pouring down outside.

I hear a knock on my door and sigh. Did Wayne forget something?

I open it to reveal Y/N. She doesn’t look like herself. In fact, she looks like she’s had the worst day to exist. Her makeup is pouring down her face, her eyes keep darting around like someone is following her, and her shoulders seem to droop.

I exclaim “Come in. Come in.” Y/N replies “But I’m drenched!” I reply “I know. It’s fine. I can clean it.” She steps inside and I say “Go to my room and change into your spare outfit in my bottom drawer. I’ll wait out here.” She nods and runs to my bedroom.

After changing, Y/N walks back out with her backpack. I ask “What are you carrying that around for?” She answers “I ... I brought you dinner.” I reply “You didn’t have to. Not in this storm especially. You should’ve stayed home tonight.” She looks down at her feet and replies “I didn’t want you to be hungry.” I reply “Well come on, bring it here. I’ll eat it.” When Wayne goes to work at night, she tries to bring me food from home, and sometimes she spends the night. She knows we don’t have home-cooked meals or food really. When Wayne is here, she brings us both food and we all eat together at the picnic table outside. Those are some of my favorite memories.

Y/N hands me a container of food and I heat it up. I eat the food as Y/N paces around the room.

Y/N’s POV

How much can I tell Eddie? He would think I’m overreacting. I hate having to open up to people. It sucks. They can easily hurt you. I just don’t want to do that. Eddie is kind though.

Eddie’s POV

Y/N stops pacing and says “Well the storm seems to have calmed down, so I should get going.” I quickly jump up and say “There is no way that I’m letting you leave right now. We just sat in full silence for a meal. That never happens. Stay the night, please. Your parents will understand.” She asks “Would I be messing up any plans you have?” I answer “I was eating cereal before you came. I wasn’t exactly having a raging party.” She asks “But no one is coming over to buy drugs? Not even Chrissy?” I sigh and reply “No not Chrissy or anyone else... Is that what this is all about? Chrissy?” She answers “No ... I mean partially. I am jealous of her closeness to you, but that’s not what has me in a bad mood.” I lean back on the couch and say “Then enlighten me, sweetheart. The tv is out and there is nothing better to do. Not that uh your feelings are nothing. I care about you and just want to help.”

Y/N gently sits next to me on the couch and says “In middle school, everyone left me alone. It was great. Sure, my friends did bully me out of the friend group, but it was good because I met you... so uh... at the start of this year, I started getting letters in my locker. They started tame and I thought that maybe they were love letters. I thought that was weird because I hadn’t noticed anyone flirting with me or trying to get my attention. I started hearing things at home. One time it really was the washer and my mom had it fixed. The other times...well, I’m not sure what any of it was. There would be flowers laying at the front door or I would hear something hit my window and there would be a note on my windowsill. I never saw anyone come or go. Uh, do you remember the first time I bought pot from you?” I answer “Yeah you were visibly shaken and terrified.” She continues by saying “That was because I hadn’t slept in 2 days. I was terrified to sleep and I thought maybe it would relax me. It had the opposite effect. It wired me awake and I was up for another 24 hours. The notes kept appearing and after I bought from you, a note appeared saying that they thought I was a good girl and what would happen if college admissions knew about this. I want to go to college so bad, so I wrote a reply. It was my first reply too. I asked what I could do to make sure that never got out. They agreed if I bought half an ounce for them every week. I agreed. That’s why I kept buying from you.” I ask “But why are you still losing sleep? You stopped buying from me 3 weeks ago. Is the stalker still leaving you notes or flowers?” She answers “They stopped all of a sudden. I don’t know where they went. It scares me that one day they could just pop back up demanding more and I want to go to college. I don’t want to have to worry about this.” I reply “Well, you’re safe here. You can sleep and I will protect you. No one will bother you here.” She asks “Pinky promise?” I pinky promise with her and she hugs me.

I had no idea about this. I feel like the worst best friend.

Y/N yawns and I say “Come on sleepyhead. Lay down on the bed and dream of something happy.” She asks “Will you stay with me?” I answer “Of course, I will.”

Y/N lays down and I lay next to her. I turn off the light and look up at the ceiling. This time is no different than staying in one bed with her, but it feels different. She opened up to me and trusted me enough to tell me something deep.

I feel arms wrap around my chest and I feel her head against my chest. Now we’re cuddling... I wish this was not a bad time. I would tell her I like her.

Y/N says “Night Sir Eddie Munson.” I kiss her forehead and say “Good night Lady Y/N. May you only dream of happy things.”

THANKS FOR READING!! Part Two? linked here

#stranger things series #stranger things imagines #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader

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marsdeathdefiances · 1 year

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Could you do 1, 2, 5, and 34 for the OTP asks? They’re all so cute omg!!

Thanks for the ask!

1: Who most initiates PDA? Achilles. He’s very overt and proud and unashamed to be public about his feelings for Patroclus. So that means he’s always hugging him, kissing him, and all that fun stuff no matter where they’re at. His arm is around Pat’s waist as they chat with some friends in a bar, holding hands as they walk down the street, pecking him on the lips every few minutes while they’re out on a date, etc. he’s just so lovesick for Pat.

2: Any sleep habits either had to get used to? Patroclus is a blanket hog while Achilles is a bed hog and is also a restless sleeper which means he’s always moving around while he sleeps. So Achilles has to get used to waking up without any blankets and having to fight Patroclus for some blanket. While Pat has to get used to having like…no room and also sometimes getting kicked in his sleep by an also sleeping Achilles or getting whacked in the face by his arm.

5: What is their love language? Patroclus is very big on quality time and acts of service. He loves spending time with Achilles, even if they’re just cuddling on the couch watching some silly show or movie. He also loves doing things for Achilles. Making dinner (for both of them technically but still), making Achilles’ lunch for him, etc. he’s always saying ‘here, let me’ to Achilles and while Achilles loves it he sometimes wishes Pat would step back and let himself be taken care of as well. Achilles absolutely loves physical touch and gift giving. Kind of like with the PDA one he’s just always touching Pat in some capacity. Hugging him, holding hands, linking fingers, cuddling him, patting him on the back, resting a hand on his shoulder, an arm around his waist, etc. Pat loves it but sometimes in the summer, when it’s way too warm to be cuddling like they usually do, he just kinda wants to shove Achilles away from him cause it’s simply too damn hot for that kind of stuff. He’s also always spoiling Pat with various gifts. Some small some big and expensive. Achilles may come home from his morning run and surprise Pat with a muffin and coffee from his favorite coffee shop. Might buy him a book because ‘I know you’ve been interested in reading this one so here you go!’ And when they first moved in together Pat’s car was a hunk of junk so he surprised Pat with a new car. Pat was a bit upset about this one cause Achilles never consulted him about it and he always feels bad when people spend a lot of money on him but he got over it and is forever grateful for it (cause yeah his old car sucked).

34: Do they give each other nicknames? Oh gods yeah they do. They hardly ever refer to each other by their actual names tbh. Patroclus calls Achilles ‘my lion’ (that kind of started as a joke about how Achilles’ hair is absolutely wild in the mornings and looks like a lion’s mane but it ended up becoming an affectionate pet name) ‘babe’ ‘dear’ ‘darling’ ‘love’ and when he’s sleepy (or drunk) it’s ‘chilles’ or ‘illes’ (and ofc ‘Pelides!’ When Achilles is in trouble/doing something he’s not supposed to do). Patroclus is (obviously) ‘Pat’ ‘Patty’ ‘Patty-cakes’ (Pat hates that one but Achilles thinks it’s hysterical) ‘my dove’ ‘dear’ ‘skops’ ‘love’ ‘babe/baby’ ‘sweetheart’

#thanks for the ask!#ask meme #tsoa patrochilles #dorian speaks

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a-random-weeb · 6 months

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Hi i saw today is the last day you will accept requests for the event, so i hope i make it 🙏

Name: Maria

Height: 5'5

Eye color: Dark brown

Hair color: Black

Personality: I feel like i'm slowly starting to be less shy, but i'm still a little awkward when i meet new people. Once i feel like i can trust someone, i do start to talk about myself more and sometimes about my family. I'm loyal and trustworthy like if we're super close, i'll always be there for you. I love making jokes and overall i'm a pretty calm and easygoing person. It's not that easy to make me mad or annoyed, but when i do i usually get over it quickly. Unless you went too far or something, then i'd most likely ignore you for a while. I kind of have a messed up sleep schedule, but i try not to wake up too late. The latest i wake up is 10am, and the latest i sleep at is at 1 or 2am. I just like staying up listening to music or watching funny videos on youtube.

Hobbies: listening to music, playing video games, finding new hairstyles to try, cooking new recipes, dancing and watching youtube videos.

I would like general relationship headcanons with Dazai please! Tysm btw ❤️ (sorry if this sucks, im not that good at describing myself).

ah, you're a little late for the event but it's ok! You can be my last request for this event.

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•Game nights together are very common

•Hes a total asshole when he wins

•he always wins strategy games 😭

•If you're really good at video games, he'll get really competitive, not to mention he's a little shit about it

•He loves how hard it is to make you angry, that way he can continue his weird ass shenanigans

•If you ever do get mad over something, he knows he screwed up...

•(And he'll even let you 'punish' him if you now what I mean 🤭😉)

•He really doesn't like when you ignore him (Pro tip: don't give anyone the silent treatment for more than a few hours, it's WAY to popular to do it as a prank or something, but it's actually incredibly hurtful and I don't think it's ever ok. (In my very much unprofessional opinion that is, do what you want with this information of my UNPROFESSIONAL opinion))

•He lives for your cooking

•I feel like he's obsessed with helping you do your hair

•He thinks your incredibly hot, especially with the French braid he put in your hair

•He totally learns to do hair just so he can do your hair

•He loves your face when you see how pretty you look with any new hairstyle

•You two totally have just-dance nights

•You both dance til midnight, then pass out cuddling on the couch, those are some of your favorite nights.

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The event is over, I just haven't finished getting everyones request out so...

#Dazai x reader #bsd x you #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fluff #dazai osamu #bsd dazai

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youareaveryspecialpersonxxxx · 10 months

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Boredom volume one

Everything is so embarrassing. being genuine makes me cringe. when im not in love with someone i have no idea who i am or what to do all day. i write about how everything is so embarrassing. i buy mint flavored electronic cigarettes and vape until my hands shake, and when i don’t have the plastic tube in my mouth because it dies or runs out i supplement by popping wintergreen breath mints constantly. i have gone through about one container every day since we broke up.

My brain is crumbling, like how i imagine a preserved butterfly wing would if you touched it. Or what would happen to an old Monet if you let the icky oil on all your fingertips mess with the molecules of the paint or whatever. I never realized that my only hobbies were sucking on necks, texting I love yous, and reading books that were earnestly recommended to me. I know how to look at someone with wide disarming eyes and bat my eyelashes, then turn around and joke that I’m not charming; i don’t know how to fill a day by myself. i am crawling inside a huge vat of molasses, armed only with a graph-papered journal and overdue library books. i push my hands and my arms through the inky thick, and once a day or so i get into the car and sting my hands on the black steering wheel that’s absorbed all of the day’s 102 degrees of heat. i go back home. i sit on the couch. sometimes i’m so bored that i talk to the dog. i watch tv until my head hurts from the screen, i check if he still has our photo on his social media pages, the one where he’s sitting in my lap and im wearing a blue striped shirt, his face turned to me in shock, my face a cats-got-your-tongue grin. small miracle he hasn’t taken it down yet, i think every time i check. that’ll probably be the moment when all of this really sets in.

how do voluntarily single people do this, sitting around all day without someone always on your mind, always above you, always whispering in an animal pitch only your ears are tuned to? that wants to know your every impulse, how you are feeling and what you are doing and how you feel about what you are doing? how you feel about how you’re feeling? what are you up to this weekend, omg i wish i could be there with you, i miss you, i love you infinitely, this is real, we’re forever. i feel like the channel my brain was tuned to, thought it would always be tuned to, got disconnected, turned to static before i could put my feet down firmly on the ground.

i’ve asked about four of my friends to recommend hobbies to me. one said that i should start styling people; i used to like clothes, but now im too apathetic to buy them, or care about how many rolls of fat they produce on my waistline, one or two. one friend said that i should spend a month just sleeping with women and turning myself lesbian again, and that i should’ve known being with a guy was a futile exercise. two of the others smiled uncomfortably, without teeth. one is in a relationship, about to move in with her girlfriend. i feel that her reticence to acknowledge my situation, much less provide any advice on it, is reflective of her own fear that the same thing will happen to her, when there is more at stake and it’s not as easy as going back to school and saying hi in the hallways instead of hosting giggly sleepovers every other night.

which is not to say that going back to school will be easy. we have all our stuff in storage together. I haven’t even broken it to him that I lost the key to the unit yet, but I’m hoping i get it handled before i have to break the news in the first place. it’s a thirty minute drive away, with him, which means plenty of silent time to remember how he used to look at me when i would drive and he took passenger, how i would put my hand on the side of his thigh, and how the day we put our stuff there in the first place, i let him sleep and listened to music on earphones because it turns out Uhaul vans don’t have speakers. Surprise! That day, we couldn’t connect our phones, so I played the radio, because silence kills me, it kills me, and Katy Perry came on, “Last friday night”, and i asked if it was okay how loud it was, because he had a headache. He said “of course, of course, it’s fine.” but there was this pained expression on his face for a couple minutes, and when I turned it off he said “Thank God! I hated it.” Us in a nutshell I suppose. Cheers to August.

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pastelpatchh · 2 years

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Without me

Character: Satoru Gojo

Pairings: Gojo x fem!Reader

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Word count: 1.2k +

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pov: You missed him, you were angry and afraid for all the right reasons, he will protect you, he loves you, he’s sorry.

a/n: ahhhhh I haven’t really written on Gojo so I decided to give it a try. Here’s my attempt at Gojo trying to apologise for accidentally putting Y/n in danger .

Gojo, the man who made it his duty to never make you frown since the day he met you, is startled at your distant behaviour. He first thought you were pretending but after sometime he realised you weren’t joking, yes, you were mad at him.

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Satoru to come back home from one of his trips. The apartment was silent, each passing minute made the uneasiness sprout in your belly, your eyes darting to the clock.

Finally, the door clicks open and your tall boyfriend strolls in,

“Saturo” his name is a whisper of relief on your tongue.

“Hey there babe, did you miss me?” He coos, walking upto your form and hugging you.

“Plenty, there’s dinner in the fridge if you’re hungry” you smile shortly, and then walk into your shared bedroom. You murmur ‘Goodnight’ before wrapping the sheets around yourself.

He cocked his head to the side, his palm grazing the back of his neck as an odd feeling dawned on him, eyes narrowing behind the sunglasses he wore even at night.

“Um Y/n…?” He asked hesitantly approaching your side of the bed, normally you would spend loads of time with him after he would return from his business trips.

Tonight was different, and he was beginning to understand it wasn’t exactly a good sign.

“Is something wrong?” He whispers, resting an arm on your back and brushing your hair,

“Hm? Yeah, no, no I’m just tired, it’s been a…a long day” you yawn and turn away from him. A feeling of dejection deflates his bubbly mood from before and not some time later he crawls in beside you.

“Care to explain anything? Satoru?” You finally say, turning onto your back and you stare at the ceiling, “I thought you were sleepy” he said, voice low but wary.

“Well, I would sleep but I’m still wondering where the hell you went without telling me first. You just disappear for two days or more without any warning? Do you even know what it feels like having you vanish every now and then- especially with those-“ you suck in a breath of air,

“I rea-“

“You know what, never mind” you huff, thinking it was no use yelling this late at night.

“This was really urgent, and I just had to go”

“Great, that solves everything”

“I really mean it. I would explain if you give me a chance”

Silence on your end.

“Y/n?” He questioned, glancing over at you. You had turned away.

The next morning, your awake before him. Standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast, you don’t hear him walk into the living room a gasp escaping you when you feel arms wrap around your waist.

“Morning” he’s mumbling into your hair, normally you wouldn’t fight this moment but right now your brain is still replaying last night.

Of course you wanted an explanation from him, but right now you also wanted some distance.

“Morning” you mumble wriggling out of his grasp and heading to the living room, he’s trying to grab your wrist but you make it a brisk trip to the table.

You have both, his and your plate.

Placing his plate far from yours you take a seat across the table and silently begin eat. He awkwardly strolls upto you, he sits down and sips the orange juice from a glass kept on the table.

“That’s mine” you reply, eyes not meeting his.

He freezes mid action and he places the glass back on the table, grimacing as he exhaled. His appetite for the pancakes you made dissipated quickly with your tone, his blue eyes desperate to catch glimpse of your e/c coloured ones so he could find the emotion beneath them.

He begins to say something,

“Let’s talk after we’re done eati-” you say,

“Y/n please talk to me” his voice sounded like he was trying to hold a ton of words inside, gulping, he continued.

“Tell me, tell me everything, I need to hear you say something” he swipes his hands across his face, almost steadying himself for what you were going to say.

“Let’s talk then” you say,

“Satoru, do you remember what you said when we started dating?”

His eyes wander across your face, trying to grasp at what you were trying to get at. The main reason he started to date you was…

“…I said you were the only one capable of making me feel normal”

“That’s changing” you say bluntly.

“What do you mean?”

“The last time you left I thought I was imagining it, but now I’m sure it’s not something wrong with me. I don’t know how exactly to say this…you’d probably think I’m joking”

He winces, because you roll your eyes at your last line. You walk over to the windows,

“You know what I see down there? You’d probably say cars, people, pets, but you’re missing one thing”

He approached the windows,

“I can see that thing behind the shadows, that creature sitting on the woman shoulder. That thing over there, sitting on top of the streetlight” you frown,

“And you know what I see at night? They’re climbing up the windows, Satoru. They’re scratching the glass, the doors…me”

His head whips to you revealing the oblong scar across your lower belly, his eyes widening.

“Y/n…”

“This time when you were gone, this happened. The last time I think I narrowly escaped”

Gojo was stunned, he was more than guilty, he felt a weight crash onto his heart. Everything he hoped would not happen was happening, he wanted you away from this part of his life, but you got attacked.

He was silent, his head hung low.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, I never wanted this to happen” you finally look at him, eyes meeting.

His heart sank when he saw the look on your face.

“All the times I’d leave, I wanted to go discreetly so you’d never see what I was actually doing. I was afraid, you’d become attached to something you had nothing to do with in the first place”

“I knew the possibilities of things that could happen, ever since I was with you”

He reaches forward hesitantly, and you let him pull you into his chest, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it…you felt the safest you’ve ever felt in his arms.

“Y/n, I never wanted to drag you into this. I thought distance would solve everything…I promise, I’ll never let you get hurt again. I’m sorry”

You stayed silent, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“So, am I in danger?” You look up at him,

“When I’m around, never” he smiled.

Finally, slowly, you gather yourself to push yourself closer against him and wrap your arms around him as well.

“The next time you need to g-“

“I’ll have someone watch over you. I don’t think I would be able to forgive myself if I took you along and something happened to you”

At this, the smallest sigh escapes your lips.

“I’m glad we spoke then” you say, he grabs your hand and leads you back to the table.

“Me too, let’s eat, I’m starving”

Satoru did feel guilty for letting this happen to you. Part of him loathed his carelessness, but he was here now, with you, to keep you safe.

Not very far away, standing amongst the dark of the alleyways a man glanced up at the window where you and Satoru were last seen.

It was a tall building and your figures were bleak and weary, but he knew. He knew where you were.

He knew where to send the curses.

He knew when Satoru wasn’t around.

He knew you were Satorus’ weakness.

Looking at the window one last time, Geto Suguru disappeared into the shadows once again.

#gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo imagine #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satorugojo #jujutsu kaisen

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igglemouse · 2 years

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Episode 9 ~ Seeds

Day turns to night but not much changed between us. We went around the house cleaning up and doing various chores before finally settling down on the couch again.

I thought cuddling up with Souma and watching a movie together seemed the perfect way to end the night and he agreed. Except, he had another kind of movie in mind. Yes, yes, it was a porno. I laughed at first because I thought he was sending me signals about what we could be doing instead but eventually I did settle into watching it.

The story sucked, the acting sucked, but what do you expect? Eventually, my attention turned to him.

Myitzu: So, if we’re really going to do this we have to be honest about what we expect from the other person.

Souma: Hmm?

Myitzu: If you’re out there having sex what does that mean for me?

Souma: Well, what I do is my career so-

Myitzu: Is that the excuse we’re going with? I feel like if this is going to be a successful long term relationship then there are only two options here. Either you quit porn, you don’t have to do it now, or next week, but sometime reasonably soon and I should see the effort being made to choose a new career and-

Souma: Oh, ok, I think I can get another 20 or so scenes in before-

He was joking but I was very serious. I know it is like him to joke sometimes so I don’t think he was trying to belittle the conversation I wanted to have.

Myitzu: The other option is you let me sleep around too.

Souma: Well, I’d go with that, at least until I decide on doing something else with my life. Myitzu, I’m willing to quit porn if that’s what is needed to keep you around but I do enjoy it. If you ever decide that you can’t tolerate it anymore just let me know, okay?

Myitzu: O-okay.

I was a little surprised by that response. In a good way. I didn’t want him to quit either, not if he enjoys it and not if it is not bothering me right now. Maybe it will someday, maybe if we get really serious and start having children it will, but for now, while I’m enjoying exploring this side of myself, I don’t mind his occupation that much. Besides, I honestly still feel like he has the advantage. Not like I get out much any ways so it’s not like I’ll have many opportunities to get even. It’s not like I’ll be going out to the bars for hookups.

I am glad we settled that because it has been on my mind more and more as I spend even more time with him. It’s good to know that he’s considering giving up porn, I feel like I’ve moved him to that position too.

The movie continued to play in the background and now the cheesy jazz music was starting as the woman dropped her clothes. Souma’s focused turned to the TV then proving that even with me right there in nothing but a silky robe his eyes would go to the bare breasts that he could see first.

Souma: I feel like having sex on ping pong table would really ruin the table.

Myitzu: Maybe we can buy one and find out someday? Until then...

I grabbed his attention then, throwing myself back over him. Thinking I knew a perfect ending to this night and this week.

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(Even though this is not an explicity scene, the TV is blurred out because they were really watching porn. I figure I still make these posts linkable because otherwise for those that are curious to see it will have to wait till I post on PF or my blog to see it and that could take like a week...so I’ll try to post all blurred out posts on Ntumblr too)

#season 1 #the sims 4 #the sims #sims legacy #iggleverse legacy #sims 4 legacy #my sims #generation 1 #souma sano #myitzu mon #tw: sex

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tweekfilms · 2 years

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A Conversation

basically this takes place in 1x04 after ricky leaves nini’s house and yeah welcome to yet another narration

if you told nico a couple of weeks ago that she would be making friends at east, she probably would have laughed.

while waiting for ricky, nico was pondering this before chase appeared next to her and asking

“are you sure you want me here”

“i told you a million times that i do, if my suspicions are right then i need you here” nico answered for the tenth time

the bell rang and chase got up to get the door while nico grabbed another slice of pizza and ate. she could vaugely hear ricky asking for her and chase telling him to come in and introducing himself.

“hey ricky” nico set her pizza down as he walked towards the couch

“hey nico um sorry for the late notice” ricky apologized

“its fine its not like i have anything else to do” nico joked but also she wasn’t lying

“its just um ive been having a tough day today” ricky said

“yeah molly said that she didn’t see you in rehersal today” nico offered ricky a slice of pizza

“my parents, they’re separating” ricky said the last few words carefully

nico looked at chase and he shared a look of sympathy. they both knew what it felt like, after all they just lived it.

“ricky im so sorry” nico tried to offer her condolecense

“it sucks, i don’t know how to get through it and i just thought that you know my parents would stay together” ricky was trying to hold back tears

“if it helps, i know what it feels like. my dad also separated from my mom and that’s why well i moved here. and i thought that you know they meant to be together but it turns out sometimes it just runs out” nico didn’t want to relieve the whole event of when she and her dad moved but well oh well she did

“i don’t know if i should add my input to this but my mom separated from my dad too and i get how it feels like everything is changing but finding the right people to help you is a game changer” chase added to her point

“both of us, we’re essentially children of divorced parents and we get it. its not easy but ricky, you have to know that we’re here for you ok ? and that even though your parents are separating they still love you” nico offered her hand to ricky

“thanks i really mean it” ricky wiped his tears

“do you need a place to stay tonight, i can ask my dad to let you stay” nico said

“yeah you can have my room tonight and i’ll sleep out here on the couch. i would ask gert if she would let me sleepover at her house but its a little late for that” chase added

“its fine guys, im gonna go home but it was really nice of you two to offer” ricky got off the couch and started putting his jacket on

“hey if you need anything uh don’t hesitate to call me or chase” nico gave him a slice of pizza to take home with him

“thanks oh before i go, you guys are going to homecoming right ?” ricky asked

nico and chase looked at each other, they really didn’t know the answer to that.

“maybe i mean molly’s going so i assume the rest of us will go to” nico shrugged

“that’s great, i’ll see you there maybe” ricky smiled before skating off into the street

nico closed the door and sighed, she wasn’t expecting tonight to get so heavy.

“you ok” chase sat down on the opposite end of the couch

“yeah, you” nico wiped her tears, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, talking about it still hurt

chase smiled sadly, nico could tell it hurt talking about it too “i guess”

nico got up from her end of the couch and went to the opposite side and gave chase a hug to which he hugged her back

“you know maybe we should go to homecoming hopefully we can convince gert, karolina, and alex to go too” chase suggested

“you know what im cool to go to homecoming and i know molly’s going to be thrilled” nico nodded

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heloflor · 3 years

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The face of a man who knows he fucked up and is going to sleep on the couch tonight.

(this is from “World Without Milo”, when they start talking with Elliot near the end of the episode)

#Milo Murphy's Law #Vinnie Dakota #Dakavendish ?#kinda ?#I mean I know the 'sleeping on the couch' joke sometimes sucks #so should the ship name be put in the tag ?#pictures spam #I guess #Flor talks

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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net positives | m. izuku

✫ tags ;; friends to lovers, fingering, tiddy sucking, vanila sex, reader is gn but afab, no set dynamics but reader is forward, dialogue heavy. very tame stuff, 18+

✫ wc ;; 2k

✫ a/n ;; i haven't slept at all. i love deku. found this manga panel in my phone so sorry for low qual

"You what?!"

"I wanna fuck you. Very simple stuff, Midoriya."

Deku stares at you like you've just informed him the world is ending tomorrow. Your blasé attitude about the whole thing is not helping him. He's used to you saying whatever so much as passes your mind. It's a driving force in your friendship, after all. For Deku, who tends to be an overthinker - you serve as a nice reminder that nothing is ever that serious. At least in day to day life.

Still, you have enough of a conscious to know that this is a lot of information for someone like Deku. You lean back lightly, like you're giving it some second thought. You're not, you said what you said. But Deku relaxes as you ponder the subject.

"I don't know why you're so surprised." You say after sometime. Deku frowns, brows stitched together in displeasure. Or maybe something more akin to confusion.

"Anyone would be surprised."

'"But I've been flirting with you for like 2 years. I confess my feelings for you like.. once a week. It can't be that surprising."

His eyes widen - emerald and shiny. Then a blush forms on the bridge of his nose, down to his chest. All freckles and tan skin, he shoves a pillow at you like he can't believe what you've said.

"You were being serious??"

"There's no way you're this dense. No way on earth." You say, scoffing. His chest grows hot. He pulls his knees up, burying his face. He's so big and imposing normally, yet he's sitting on your couch like a maiden - flushed and panicky. It's very Deku.

"I just.. you never... I don't know! I don't know. You're just like that."

"Callin' me easy, Deku?"

"You know that's not what I mean."

You snicker, closing your eyes as you lean back on the couch. He's sitting a few inches from you, but the gap doesn't feel wide.

"I was always serious about it. You're fun to tease but I'm not that much of a dick."

He sits and then groans like he's considering something.

"But like.. are you sure? Like really sure? I don't have like.. no experience? But it's not a lot? And it's me -"

"Yeah. It is you. That's why. You could suck and I'd still probably want it."

"You're just saying that."

"You're the only person that would question someone admitting they want to fuck you this much. You're a pro-hero. Isn't this like... a day on Twitter for you?"

He huffs a little, straightening out. There's merit to what you've said.

"You don't care about stuff like that."

"Mm.. that's true. But I like you. Always and forever. I just assumed you didn't like me back. Then you drag me here and -"

"Stop, it's embarassing now." He groans.

"And confess to me all nervous. And now what? You can't look me in the eyes cause I wanna sleep with you?"

"Shut up." He snips, with no bite or malice.

"Make me." You say with a giggle, sticking your tongue out. He shoots you an unimpressed look but you smile back on him. Suddenly, your tone goes softer. A genuineness to your

"We don't have too, if you don't want. Whatever's comfortable. We can just watch a movie - "

"No I... I want too. It's just kinda.. I don't know. A lot?"

"It's a lot for me too. I'm just better at hiding it. Sweatin' bullets though." You whistle. He laughs at your little joke and it eases your nerves a little.

"Okay..okay. Let's do it."

You break out into a laugh as you crawl over to him. Your whole body shakes with it as you approach Deku.

"Can you not sound like we're about to go on a mission, baby?"

"B-baby?"

"Uh-huh. 'Cause we like each other and what-not. Hate it?"

Deku lays back on the couch and lets you crawl on top of him. The couch was ridiculously big when you went with him to buy it. Like this, you think it makes a little more sense. He looks good underneath you. Curls pressed against the cushions, laid out.

He's far from plain. Soft rounded eyes but steady jaw and cheeks that squish when he frowns. He's cute and overbearingly handsome. A total knockout. Deku looks down between his legs and then looks up at you with mirth.

"I don't hate it." He replies. You let your weight down onto him, leaned forward so you're noses are touching. His hands come up on your sides - tentative and gentle.

"You can touch me." You say. Your lips brush and Deku lets out an uneven breath.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Touch me wherever you want."

"Wherever?"

His voice has gone a little thick.

"Wherever, Midoriya."

He presses his lips to yours with a soft sound. He's warm to the touch, radiating from him. His hands come up to cradle your neck, bringing you closer. The kiss isn't desperate, but it's not soft. There's heat behind it. His tongue slips between your lips, and you roll your hips against him. His hands roam your skin. Kissing you and then kissing your neck, tonguing the skin to taste you.

"Izuku.." He say, breathless. He kisses you one more time like confirmation for something before repeating himself "Izuku."

"Izuku." You repeat, smiling "Touch me wherever you want."

He curses under his breath, so soft you almost miss it. Suddenly his hands are all over you. For Deku, Izuku - who's always been patient, the longing in his touches makes you reel. He slips your shirt off quickly, unclasps your bra with one hand. Everything happens quick. He barely takes his shirt off even after getting you naked.

His palms are covered in callouses. Working mans hands, big and steady. He cups your chest with tenderness and want all wrapped into one. He's mesmerized by you, the way your nipples pebbled under the pads of his fingers. When you moan, his eyes flicker. He looks at you like Mercury looks at Venus. Bright but not burning.

You feel it between your legs. You moan his name, soft again. Izuku. And then Izuku pulls you up. He cranes his neck and wraps his mouth around your tits with a groan. It's pulled from his chest.

Briefly you understand how much he wants you. From something so small - you can feel it. In his every gesture is this ache, desire so apparent it almost unnerves you. It might if you didn't want him just as bad.

"Izuku." You say, whisper. He licks the underneath side of your tits, biting soft before humming.

"Touch me."

"How do you want it?" He asks, eyes lidded.

"We have time. Just want you right now."

And he groans, flushes. He doesn't bother taking your pants off all the way. He simply pulls your sweats until he has access to you. You fall forward onto his chest as his big hands spread you apart. You feel it in your core.

"You're so pretty, so - "

He whines, high and pitchy and you smile. His hands intrude a little more, no longer over the fabric of your panties. You can feel a single digit, thick against your folds as you lay on him. Your chin is resting on his chest.

It's painfully intimate to look at him. He looks back at you, a warbly smile on his mouth.

"You're so wet."

"Mhm."

He flushes again. Another something that doesn't need your explanation. He's starting to understand.

You lift your hips up slightly to make it easier for him to fuck into you. A single digit pushes against your entrance. Fluttering, and tight - your whole body trembles. He takes it slow. Kissing your forehead with too much tenderness, despite himself as he lets his middle finger curl into your pussy. You wiggle your hips at the intrusion.

He holds you like that. Lets you get used to the thickness of one finger, rubbing softly against your g-spot. It's not enough, but he must know that. He looks at you sympathetically as he fucks you open with another finger.

"Izuku." You huff. He laughs lightly.

"I know, I know. I'm not that patient, but I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me."

"Just being careful."

You look at him adoration littered all over your face. You can't help it. He's just so..cute. Likeable. Lovely. Whatever the word, it makes you grin. Even like this, you're giggling. Kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you, hero."

You can't help but pick up on the way he stiffens. Laughter erupts from you and he groans in shame. You'll have to explore it later.

"Do you have any condoms?"

Izuku points to his coffee table drawer. When you open it, there's a box of them along with other miscellaneous items. You gasp, faux scandalized.

"You playboy." you seethe He laughs at that. You both know it couldn't be less true. Still, he lets you tease him. Faux guilt on his expression, biting back a grin.

"Forgive me, hm?"

"Should I?"

"Uh-huh. I think so."

You sit up and as Izuku pulls away from you. There's something lewd about seeing arousal on his fingers. He pulls his cock free from his sweats and coats himself with it. You shiver at the sight. He's not small. It makes you gasp. Thick, and uncut - with dark hairs at the best. He's well groomed all the same. You unwrap the condom from the foil, placing it on the tip and rolling down slowly.

You spit onto your palm, slicking it up before steadying yourself. Your breath hitches. His eyes are fixated on your cunt, where you meet. You twitch as you settle over the tip. He lets his hands hold your hips as you sink, so slowly.

Deku is so thick it stretches you. The burn feels nice, the curve and heavy weight making your mind feel almost numb with want. You take a second to breathe, trembling. He throws his head back, groaning deeply.

"Fuck, you're.. fuck. Tell me when I can m-move." He says, strained. He looks concentrated.

You take a deep breath. Nodding. Whatever you had in your head before melts away.

"Move, Izuku."

His hand immediately rests on your navel, thumb on your clit. He uses the strength in his core and thighs to thrust as he fucks into you. Deku is so strong. Even when you're collapsed on his chest, he fucks into you with pace and rhythm. It's all happening so quickly you can't stand it. Too much, too much.

"Oh fuuck, that's good. You're so good, Izuku."

He grunts back, into the space between your neck and shoulders as you hug him close. Skin to skin, your fingers in his curls as he fucks you so good. It drags on your walls, hits that spot inside you that makes your mind feel like it's melting from your ears. The sound of his cock fucking into you is so lewd. Wet and shameless, it fills the room in a symphony. The world is spinning as something coils in your gut. He isn't far behind, because his words come out choked.

"Are you close?"

You nod rapidly. His movement doesn't change at all. Keeps fucking you with soft praises about how good you feel until you're at the edge. You clench around him, suffocating with want.

"C-cumming, fuck I'm cumming."

"Yeah, yeah - cum for me."

You cum hard, so hard you see white in your eyelids. Deku isn't far off. You brace yourself as his thrusts get sloppier but harder. You brace yourself for it as he fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own climax. He looks good like that. Normally he looks so sweet, but he looks so different when he's cumming. Mouth fallen open, panting and hot all over. The focus on his features, you want to memorize it.

The both of you lay there, exhausted. When you managed to open your eyes, Deku is looking down at you with a warm grin. You grin back, chuckling.

"We coulda done this a year ago."

He snorts with laughter.

"Don't remind me of my failings."

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