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strawbeerossi · 6 months

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Sweet Treat

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Penelope gives you aphrodisiac chocolates as a gag gift. Whenever you and Spencer have a movie night, you both don’t realize what sweets you are delving into.

Content/Warnings: Awkward little banter between friends, mutual pining is mentioned, food/eating, aphrodisiacs, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.4K

Kinktober Day Twenty Three: Aphrodisiacs

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“Penelope, what the hell is this?” You asked, a laugh leaving your lips as you looked over the container of what looked to be normal chocolate. “Well! I found it online and apparently it’s some of that chocolate that you eat and you just wanna go crazy on the first person you see.” She giggled.

A girls night meant all sorts of things but whenever Penelope pulled out presents, you knew exactly where this was going. You and the girls had met up at her place about an hour ago. After ordering Chinese takeout and having way too much wine, the night had taken a bit of a turn when it came to discussions. Women talk. Sex was a main topic between you and your small friend group.

“So you are giving them to me?! P, I don’t even have a boyfriend.” You laughed. “Who needs a boyfriend whenever you can have fun with anyone in the world. Just keep them.”

And so you did. It was days after the fact whenever you were inviting Spencer over for a marathon of your favorite show. It was going to be fun, you and your best friend from the office watching your favorite show together. He’d offered to pick up food on the way, which he’d stuck with a good Thai place that you both had eaten at numerous times before whenever you got back from a particularly late case.

Spencer was your best friend on the team, the both of you being closer in age compared to the rest of the crew you worked with. Plus you had similar interests when it came to books, movies, among other things. You’d greeted him with a wide smile the minute the door opened. “Hey!” You grinned while moving to hug him. Despite his disdain for hugs or being touched, he’d slowly began to let you in more. He was happy to hug you or have you hold his hand whenever you needed to pull him somewhere else in a crowded room without losing him.

He enjoyed being by your side. Honestly, he was sure he was in love with you because of how caring you were. You listened to his rambles and even asked him further questions. You even laughed at the jokes that were complicated to understand. You were truly a light shining bright on the team. “I hope you have snacks because I didn’t even stop.” Spencer groaned after returning the hug with one arm as his foot kicked the front door shut. “I do. I have a lot in the kitchen.” You assured.

You'd started the new season of your show together and gotten through dinner within a few episodes before Spencer disappeared into the kitchen as you paused the program on tv. “Don’t take too long! I gotta see how this plays out!” You called while leaning back against the couch, pulling the blanket over your body while letting out a soft hum. Spencer had ended up grabbing some chocolate. Which he didn’t read over the label as he grabbed a tab from the container and looked it over. “That’s cute. It’s got little shapes.” He chuckled to himself, breaking one in half as he was moving to take a bite from the rich milk chocolate. It was to die for, so he had to take the other half to you so you could try before you both tore into the bag together.

“Try this. It’s so rich. I actually love it.” He’d commented. You weren’t paying attention to what the chocolate looked like, bringing it up to your nose and smelling it before you were pulling the piece in your mouth. Which it was delicious, your eyebrows raising. “Wow, that really is good.” You laughed, watching as Spencer was sitting down and passing over snacks to you. “We can eat the chocolate later. You know sweet stuff can either send me flying on the walls or I end up feeling bad to do anything.” Fair enough.

It was an hour later when you were on another episode, your body was feeling hot as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch. You wouldn’t like to think that you were attracted to the program, it was a horror series and you were in the middle of a chase scene. So why else were you squirming?

Just as you were going to excuse yourself to take care of the heat in your belly, you noticed Spencer shifting uncomfortably, a pillow resting over his lap. Then you thought about the chocolate, your eyes widening as you were shooting up from the couch and rushing to the kitchen. Spencer watched you, turning slightly on the couch to watch you curiously through the doorway. That’s when you see the box, a soft groan leaving your lips as you lifted up the sex candy while bringing a hand up to rest against your face. ‘

Just great. You knew you should’ve just put it in your room.

“Spencer.” The sound of your voice had him nearly jumping out of his skin as he quickly faced the tv again. “Yeah?” He asked as his hand clutched the pillow harder. Maybe you’d caught him. Even someone who wasn’t a profiler could tell there was something going on, not to mention the growing tension between the both of you.

Mutual pining was normal and you both weren’t exempt from that. Spencer was an awkward rambler but you found it endearing. Just as he found you as equally as endearing even if you were quiet a good majority of the time and relished in his ramblings about whatever was brought up. You both enjoyed each other's presence, the two of you spending time together more often than not.

Those unsaid mutual feelings made this whole situation worse.

You approached the couch again as you slowly sat down beside Spencer again, body leaning back against the couch as you could feel yourself hot, face flushed as you couldn’t sit still to save your life. Spencer had now taken notice, clearing his throat. “I-I uh.. I may need to leave soon. M-mom’s facility called.” A lie but it would be a smooth getaway.

“Oh, yeah. Uh, it might be for the best! I forgot that I have to..” Your eyes glanced around the room. “Reorganize my bookshelf!” Less subtle. “R-right. Uh, This seems weird but can you close your eyes for a minute? I just..” His eyes were glued on the pillow, making you bring your eyes down as well. “O-oh.”

“It’s not because of the show!” He squeaked, face bright red as he was looking back at the screen. “I don’t- I don’t know why but I was looking at you and it just.. I don’t know!” He whined. His awkwardness made it hard for him to admit why there was a pillow on his lap outright, however you had clocked the reasons why.

“You know the chocolate..? Uh, Penelope gave me them the other day as a joke and they are.. They are essentially just sex chocolate.” Your face was hot, chest rising and falling as you were feeling the gush of slick in your panties from the heightened arousal. “Wait. Aphrodisiacs?!” Spencer was looking at you with wide eyes, mouth agape in shock. Well, at least he didn’t feel as bad from getting hard after giving you a few glances. There was a reason behind it.

The both of you stared at one another, faces hot and eyes blown out with lust. “So uh.. How long does this last?” Spencer finally asked, his brain being too clouded over with lust as he stared in your direction. “I-I wouldn’t know.. I never used them.” Your nose crinkled as the both of you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from one another. “I, uh, I lied about my reason to leave.” He stated the obvious while you couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape your lips. “I know..” You admitted, slowly pushing yourself to stand. “I um.. I don’t actually have to reorganize my bookshelf either..” You laughed awkwardly while heading over to stand in front of your best friend, hand moving to gently rest over the pillow. “I don’t want you to go.. Not yet. Can you, um, help me out a little bit? I trust you and you are here.” You rambled on as you put your hands together slowly. Spencer was looking at you with wide eyes as he nodded slowly.

“I’ll help.” You were both a bit awkward at first, the male letting you move the pillow before you were straddling his waist, the show in the background continuing to run as your best friend was blushing nervously. “I gotta admit that I’ve only done this one time before..” He spoke while you offered a smile. “It’s alright.” You whispered as you let your head dip down to connect your lips with his. Your bodies were buzzing with electricity as you were deepening the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair while his hands were gripping your hips.

You never thought you’d be in this position, tongue in your closest friend’s mouth while your hips were grinding down against his. You felt a fire inside of you, your body desperate to be bare and touched. As you pulled out of the kiss much to Spencer’s dismay, you were tugging your shirt over your head before tossing it somewhere else in the room. The sight of your breasts in a white bra had Spencer’s Adams apple bobbing as his eyes were trained on the lace that accentuated your skin. “It’s pretty right? One of my favorites.” You comment while watching his eyes stare at your tits with a new sense of hunger in his eyes.

You took it as a great sign as your hand was reaching behind you, unclasping the top before letting it fall somewhere with your shirt. His hands were quickly coming up to cup your breasts before he was just diving right in, wet kisses being pressed against your skin before his lips were wrapping around your nipple, tongue flicking over the nub as your fingers tangled in his hair. “Fuck.” You cursed while his attention was focused on your chest.

Your body was perfect.

As he had gotten enough though, he was pulling back to examine your chest that was covered in a few hickies and your hardened nipples. “You look so pretty.” It wasn’t akin to being called a whore or a slut but you honestly liked it. The way he complimented your body had your cheeks heating up as you were lifting your hips when he had gained enough confidence to work on your pants. He’d tugged down your pants and panties before working on his own pants.

“Eager?” You commented, a little giggle leaving your lips as Spencer looked at you as if you’d grown another head. “Have you seen yourself?! Of course I’m eager!” He defended himself, causing the both of you to share a laugh. “I hate to rush this but-” He was cut off by a groan as your hand reached between you both to give his leaking cock a few tugs. “I know, me too. You can make up for the lack of foreplay later.” You wiggled your eyebrows as you pressed your lips against his once more, your leaking hole sinking down onto his cock.

The both of you had let out moans muffled in one another’s mouths as your hips rocked slowly, getting adjusted to the man’s thick cock. It was always the awkward nerds who had the best surprises.

Your head was falling on his shoulder as he held your hips with a bruising grip. He wasn’t one to have sex often, not being lucky like Derek in the department of women effortlessly throwing themselves at him. He knew that this scenario was one he never imagined happening, your velvety walls clenching tightly around this bare cock while you essentially used him as a human dildo to get yourself off.

He wasn’t complaining in the slightest, watching your face contort in ecstasy as his hips were thrusting upwards to slam into your leaking cunt, a groan falling from his lips as his head tilted back against the sofa. You were whining and moaning with each thrust that he matched with your movements, eventually pushing the one place you needed most. The impact had your hands clutching tightly to his shoulders as you let your mouth fall open with a soft cry.

“Oh my god, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Your words were slurred, the effects of the aphrodisiacs heightening all of your arousal so you felt like you were going to burst at the seams. Your body was hot, hips surely bruised by Spencer’s rough grip as he slammed into you as well as your legs shaking from their position.

When you did hit your peak, you were tightly grabbing Spencer’s shoulders as your hips slammed down into his lap, ass hitting his thighs at an unsteady rhythm. Spencer however, was quickly flipping you both over, your body sprawled out against your living room couch as he was rolling on top of you.

Taking the opportunity, he wasn’t skipping a beat as his hips slammed into yours, your sensitive cunt contracting around his cock as he was bringing himself to climax. As your moans and whines from overstimulation echoed in the apartment, his own whines of desperation were falling from his lips.

His cock twitched inside of your used pussy, quickly making the effort to pull out of you as he jerked at his leaking cock, a low huff leaving his lips as ropes of cum were now pooling in your stomach, glazing your bare skin as he let out a weak whine. As you lay there covered in his spent, your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as you made the effort to catch your breath.

“I think that chocolate needs to be thrown away to avoid incidents like this again,” his voice pulled you out of your post sex haze as you laughed a little. “Are you kidding? I think we need to do this every time we watch our show together.” You teased, making Spencer shake his head with a smile.

“At least hide it for when you have anyone else over. I don’t think I’ll survive if this mix up happens with someone else.”

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gojo-mochi · 5 months

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“C’mon baby show me that you care.”

CW: Shanks is your dad’s friend in this au. Modern!AU. Fem!Reader. Toxic!Shanks. Age gap (Reader is in first year of College 20s and Shanks is about 40s), Degradation, dubcon, spanking, fingering, P/V, toxic coercion, manipulation. Slight voyeurism. Sex on top of a car. Nicknames (Baby and sweetie)

A/N: I um don't know what to say. Haha - hi? *twirls hair* I was listening to Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo while I posted this hah

WC:4.3k

You first met Shanks at a family barbeque, he was an old friend of your dad but he didn’t really look that old to you. Sure he had some stubble going on but his hair showed no signs of graying or another like that. When your dad began to introduce you to him, you first noticed the scarring over his eye, he catches you staring and winks at you. “Careful, look too long and you might end up falling for me.” Your face turned as red as his hair at that moment, your dad didn’t seem to take it seriously as he laughed and smacked Shanks’s back, “Ah, still up to your old tricks huh, Shanks?” Shanks laughed back, finally saying hello to you properly. You wished that you paid more attention to your dad’s words at that time…

Months passed before you saw Shanks again, this time you found him with a woman wrapped around his arm, walking into the cafe you were already sitting at. You didn’t pay him much attention and focused back on your lecture notes, scribbling down notes after notes, lost in your studying when Shanks plonked down on the seat across from you. He gave you a wide grin and a wave of his hand, “Yo! Y/N, right? Long time no see!” You were a bit startled but pleasantly surprised that he remembered you. You tucked some hair behind your ear as you greeted him, “Ah that’s me. Your name was Shanks?”

His eyes glinted as he leaned over closer to you, “Aw come on now, don’t tell me you forgot about little ol’ me that quickly?” He got really close to your personal space, placing a hand over your notebook even, making you focus solely on him. He stares at you for a couple of seconds, “Oh wow, you've gotten prettier since the last time I saw you? What’s your secret, hmm, baby?” That pet name he used went straight to your head, making you stutter as you try to think of what to say, Shanks chuckles, bringing his hand to softly pat your blushing cheeks. “Trade secret? I won’t tell if you don’t~” He winked, and his words were not lost on you, as he stood up to take the open seat directly next to you now.

Knocking your thighs together as he absentmindedly picks up your notebook and flips thru your notes. “Wow, smart and pretty, aren't cha?” He casually placed a hand on your thigh, his pinky faintly touching the hem of your skirt. “Hard to find girls like you nowadays…” He murmurs like he was talking to himself, you fidget under his touch, feeling hotness bubble up inside of you. “Um, Mister Shanks, can I have my notes back? I have an exam I need to study for.” He gasps dramatically, “Mister Shanks? I thought we were closer than that, baby.” He squeezes your thigh and lets go of it in the next second, placing your notebook back down, and getting up. You thought he was getting ready to leave but he took your phone from you and put his number in, throwing it back to you with a carefree smile, “If you ever need any help with your notes or anything else. Be sure to call me, ok, baby?”

He finally leaves you after that, assumingly back to that woman he came in with but you didn’t bother to check as your heart and mind was reeling from that interaction with him. That night you stared at the number saved on your phone under the contact ‘Shanks <3’, you didn’t text him that night. You didn’t text him at all actually, chalking his actions up to it all being some sort of game to him. You were more focused on your studies at the moment, you couldn’t be roped up in some random older guy’s scheme. So more months pass, you did well in your studies and even found yourself a boyfriend! Forgetting all about Shanks during that time.

Shanks did come over though, more often during this period, he and your dad started hanging out more so he was invited to some family dinners. He didn’t do much except for the occasional touches and multiple winks. He asks you about your studies and stuff you like at the dinner table. You try not to blush a lot when he talks to you, but he makes it hard from how he focuses his attention on you. Giving follow-up questions, remembering things you told him from the previous dinner, and even giving you small gifts from time to time. You were slowly warming up to his charms, falling for all his honeyed words and alluring touches.

It was supposed to be another nice family dinner with Shanks again this week, something that you look forward to. But tonight as you walked into your home, you slammed the door behind you and walked straight to your room without a word. Your parents came to check up on you, knocking on your door and asking if everything was alright, but you shooed them off saying that everything was fine. But, everything was not fine, you just found out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you for months now, you just confronted him earlier that day and broke up, so all the pain and emotions were crashing down on you.

You buried your head under your pillow as you wailed and cried your little heart out, you heard the door creak open but mumbled “Go away.” to whoever came in. They didn’t seem to listen though as you felt your bed dip and a soothing hand start to rub at your back. You angrily shot up to yell at them, “I told you to go away!”, tears blurring your vision you could still see that this was not your parents but Shanks who came in to soothe you. His hand is still on your back as you gape at him, “Easy there, sweetie.” You threw your pillow at him, smacking him right in the face, you felt a little bit bad seeing him just take the hit full on without even dodging or taking his hand away.

He grabbed the pillow and placed it by your side, “Feel better?” his hand continued to rub circles on your shoulders, lessening the tension you first felt when he came in. His tone was so soft and sweet, that your walls were melting bit by bit and you threw yourself on to him this time. Clutching at his shirt, bawling your heart out, spilling tears and all the things your ex-boyfriend ever did to you. His shirt was getting wet but he didn’t seem to care, pulling you in closer to sit on his lap as he tucks his chin on your head and envelops his arms around you. His scent invaded your nose, a musky and spicy cologne that he always wore, it made your head spin a bit.

His hand weaves through your hair, petting it gently as he cooed to you, listening quietly to your woes. As your voice gets more hoarse later on, falling to whimpers and burbles, he leans back, cupping your face in his hands. You shake your head, trying to cover your face from him seeing it. “Aw, come on now, baby. Let me see that pretty face of yours.” He slowly takes your hand into his, and tilt your chin up to face him. You knew you looked like a mess right now, you felt like a mess right now. But as soon as Shanks saw your face, he gave you a long smooch on your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks, lingering on each kiss a bit longer than the last.

“There’s my girl, that guy doesn’t know what he lost.”

His stubble tickles you a bit with each kiss he places on you, making you feel almost giddy on the inside. His words and action were stirring something inside of you, making you do something that you wish you could take back. You surge forward, planting your lips on his, even going as far to poke your tongue out at him. “Mmpf!” Shanks was shocked at this sudden intrusion, allowing you to slip your tongue in his mouth sloppily, tasting a strange mixture of mint and something bitter, remembering that he usually likes to sips wine at the table. He pushes you away once your hand goes to paw at his bulge.

Hands gripping down on your shoulders as he stares at you, wide eyes, lips parted and a bit swollen and shiny with your lipgloss smeared all over it. You teared up again, blubbering out an apology as shame filled your gut. “I-I’m really sorry, oh my fucking god, what’s the hell wrong with me? I-” Shanks holds your tear stricken face in his hands and wipes away the oncoming tears, shushing you gently, “It’s alright, haha, I’m not mad that a cute girl like you decided to come on to me, to be honest. But, tell me, sweetie, is this something you really want?” His tone got deeper, laced with something that made your stomach churn.

Shanks leans in to kiss you on the lips again, tracing your bottom lips with his tongue tenderly. Pulling away and chuckling as you whine, hands clutching on his shirt, eyes begging for more. “Now, now, your parents are still worried, waiting in the kitchen, I don’t think you want them to come in here and find us like this, now would we?” His hands travel down your chest, squeezing at them for a bit, before unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers dancing on the edge of your panties. “Don’t worry though, baby, after all, I did promise your parents that I’d help you. But only if you can beg me for it, can you do that for me?”

His fingers dip inside your panties, feeling the wetness that was already forming, his tone changed again when he asked, “Can you say ‘Please make me feel good, Shanks?’” You hiccup the words he wanted out, feeling your mind start to get hazy from his actions already, his other hand leads your head down onto his shoulder. “Good girl, now try to be quiet for me, alright?” He didn’t spare another second after asking that, his fingers moving quickly inside of you, plunging in with such precision that you felt an orgasm building fast already. You bit down on his shoulder as the almost shocking orgasm washed over you, muffle your screams and moans.

Shanks fingers left you, making you clench around nothing, feeling utterly empty, he laughs outright when you whine. His digits poking at your lips, as you obediently opened your mouth to lick them clean. After you were done, he pats your head and gives you one last kiss, “I have to go now, sweetie. Be a good girl and try not to worry your parents, yeah?” When you tug at his shirt and ask him to stay, his face changes into a disappointed one. “I thought I told you to be a good girl, yeah? You can handle the night without me, can’t you? You’re a big girl, sweetie.” He sighs out, making you drop his shirt and shrinks back into yourself with a soft “Sorry..” escaping your lips.

His mood instantly changes upon seeing you so docile, cupping your chin up and pressing a heated kiss on your lips, with a promise of, “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you soon, sweetie. I’ll be sure to show you what a real man is.” And with that, he left, closing your bedroom door behind him. You try to strain your ears to catch the words he was saying to your parents but they were too far away for you to make any sense of it. You crawled back in your bed, too tired to clean up or change, opting to just throw away your jeans, rubbing your thighs together as the slick in between started to feel uncomfortable. Sleep that night came fast but it was not peaceful, you tossed and turned, your mind replaying your breakup with your ex and what happened with Shanks in your bedroom. You didn’t know what to feel about it or the words he said to you.

Shanks disappeared for a couple of weeks after that incident, you asked your dad once when he was coming over for dinner again but your dad just shrugged saying that Shanks seemed to be busy. Bitterness bubbles up in your heart, Shanks was just like those other guys, he didn’t care about you. You pushed down any feelings of attachment or affection for him, that was until, one day after you were done with class and was walking home. A red mustang pulled up right beside you, the window rolled down and Shanks winked at you from the driver seat.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cry from happiness or anger at this point, you chose anger seeing at how casually he greeted you like nothing happened. “The hell do you want?” You spat out, eyebrows furrowed in, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Shanks got out of the car and came to embrace you, strong arms trapping you in his hold. The tears came out as you smack and hit at his chest, venting out your frustrations at him. Your meager attacks barely did any damage to him apart from the sparse grunts. Once you exhausted your strength and your body limped on to Shanks, him rubbing those same damning circles on your back that always seem to calm you down.

Your cries settled down to barely audible whimpers and Shanks usher you in his car. You slump down in the passenger seat and he buckles you in, getting in the driver seat soon after. You lean your head on the window, watching the scenery pass you by, silently cursing yourself for being so easy. You should be more mad at him, curse him out more, hit him more, but when Shanks’ hand comes to squeeze your thigh and he gives that charming smile, your heart shoves your rational mind out of the way.

“Why did you leave?”

Shanks turns down the radio, glancing at you, “What was that, baby?” You dry swallowed, feeling your throat burn a bit, he’s still using that nickname on you. “You left, without a word. You left me alone, after what happened, I mean, I thought that…” You trail off, pressing your head against the window, feeling childish for voicing out your feelings to a man almost twice your age. Shanks let out a hum, his hand on your thigh started to trace small circles and a repeating pattern on it. It was almost hypnotic the way he does it, you immediately felt your body calming down from his touch alone.

“Sorry, something came up for me, and I got super busy. I wanted to contact you, but I don’t have your number, remember? And it’s not like I can contact your dad and be like ‘Hey, can you tell your cute daughter who I fingered bang in your house that I’ll be busy for a couple of weeks?’”

You swat at his shoulder, with no malice or anger this time, giggling as you do so. “Shanks!” He sticks out his tongue at you as a retort. “I really am sorry, baby. That’s why I’m taking you somewhere special tonight.” You sink back in your seat, fiddling with your hands a bit. “Where are we going?” Shanks turns to look at you for a second, winking, “Somewhere special, I promise you’ll love it.” That ‘somewhere special’ turned out to be on top of a hill, overlooking the city. Far away enough from the light pollution so that the night sky shone like diamonds above the two of you.

Shanks took your hand and led you out of the car to view the sights, “Pretty, isn’t it?” His hand slid down to your back, you scoff and cross your arms, “If you’re gonna say ‘But it is not as pretty as you’ I’m gonna leave.” Shanks laugh heartily at that, squeezing your waist and pulling you in his side. “Is that what boys your age say?” You chewed on your lips for a bit, thinking of what to say. “Why does that matter to you?” You felt a little bit smug for only a couple of seconds as Shanks pinned your back to the front of his mustang. Easily lifting you up and pushing you back on the hood, forcing his knee to come right in the middle of your skirt.

He nipped at your neck as his sultry voice murmured out, “Cause I believe that I promised that I would show you what a real man is, isn’t that right?” Your hands clawed at his back, as his knee started to nudge under your skirt, rubbing a wet spot on your panties. “Wait-here? What if someone sees us?” Your nails dig in a bit as he replaces his knee with his hand instead, sucking in a heavy breath at feeling how drench you already gotten. “No one comes up here besides me and I think you like the idea of getting caught, don’t you? Daddy’s precious little girl is a needy slut, isn’t she?”

You liked to think that you were better than this, to let some older man degrade you and fuck you out in the open. Haven’t you learned your lesson from your last ex and hearing all those stories fuck boys and frat boys around campus. Shanks exude the same kind of energy those guys have, confident, arrogant, charming, all wrapped in a hot package with red hair and clean stubble. Speaking of ‘packages’ you wonder if Shanks can back all his talk, as Shanks’ hand expertly began to plunge in and you of you in a swift pace. Your thighs shakes and tense up, as your moans and whimpers fill the night air.

Shanks bit down on your neck hard enough to leave a painful mark on it, you hiss in pain, clawing even deeper on his back. The sudden pain with his increasing pace made you reach your peak hard, legs spasming out, ankles locking in behind his back. His hands roughly pull up your skirt and rip open your blouse, a few buttons breaking off in the action. Tugging down your bra and latching a mouth on your nub. Biting at one and tweaking the other one with his hand, it was painful to say the least, you tried to tell Shanks just as much but he just replied with; “Hah? You can take it, can’t you? You’re a big girl. Smart, pretty, more mature than the other sluts at your campus, right?”

He wasted no time, sliding your panties to the side, you didn’t even realize that he got his cock out and was already slapping it against your sensitive bud. You flinch and try to crawl away, pushing yourself further back on the hood of the car, but Shanks shakes his head and makes a disappointed noise at you. “You’re really going to do this now? Tch, looks like I was wrong about you after all.” He didn’t make a move to pull you back in, just leaning back and shaking his head once more as he looked down at you with a disapproving glare. “Guess, I’ll just take you back home.”

Your heart leaped into your throat, your stomach twisted into a pit of anguish, you grabbed Shanks’ wrist and yelled. “Wait! No, I’m ok now! I just-I just was surprised, but I want to do this, I swear-please don’t leave me again.” Your tears welled up again as you blubbered on pleas for Shanks to stay. Shanks yanks you forward, bringing you chest to chest with him, “You really want this?” You nod frantically, Shanks smiles at that, wiping away your fat tears with the back of his hand. “You know what to say then, right? Tell me how much you want my cock, sweetie.”

You nod again, gulping down shakily, “I want it, I want your cock to fuck me, please, Shanks, please.” Shanks gripped your chin forcefully, applying pressure as his eyes darken over when he stared down at you. “Yeah? Are you going to be a good girl now and listen?” “Yes, yes, please, I’ll be good for you, I’m a good girl for you, Shanks.” Shanks growls, releasing your chin and twisting your body around so your back is now to him, as he bends you over the hood of his car. “Good, but that doesn’t mean you’re not gonna get punished for what you did earlier.”

You didn’t really know what you did that warrant a punishment but you were too afraid to get on Shanks’ bad side again and make him leave so you complied. Hands scrambling to find purchase on the slippery surface of the car’s hood as you got spanked. You cried in pain, begging for him to go a bit softer but he answered you with another spank, “Take your punishment like a big girl.” Smack! Smack! Your legs barely were able to keep you up at this point, being pushed aside by Shanks’ knees as he positioned himself behind your entrance, his bulbous head gliding over your folds twice.

Collecting some of your arousal on his tip before he started pushing it in, the stinging pain combined with the pain of being stretched out almost made you pass out but you held on. Shanks lets out a hefty sigh as he fully bottoms out inside of you, hands reaching over to play with your clit to give you some relief as he angles his hips back and slam into you. Over and over again, wet plaps sounded in the air mixed along with his grunts and your soft whimpers and moans. His other hand holds on to your hips firmly, pulling you back on his cock as you bounce off with each smack.

Whether it was because Shanks was a good fuck, the pain and exhaustion of everything before, or a combination of all, you felt another orgasm coming on quick. Your stomach coiled up but your lips couldn’t form any words to let Shanks know that you were about to burst. But he felt it though, from how much your cunt started to tighten up around him.

“That’s it, baby, take it, take my cock in that slutty pussy of yours.”

He starts to go faster.

Plaps Plaps Plaps

“Not such a fuckin bitch, anymore, aren’t cha? Just needed to get fucked and you’re behaving well, again.”

Plaps Plaps Plaps Plaps

“Nghh, fuck, good girl, such a good pussy for me, fuck, I love you.”

And with that being said, you released the coil in your stomach, squirting all over his cock, as Shanks groaned and pulled out, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you down on your knees in front of him. “Open.” He grasped open your chin, tapping his cock on your cheek until your tongue lolled out, spurts of hot white cum covered your face and mouth. He lets go so you could swallow down the bitter substance. After a few seconds of panting from the both of you, Shanks leaves you for a bit, as you hear the sound of his car door opening and rustling, Shanks comes back with a bag.

Grabbing some towels and wipes from the bag, he starts to clean you up, gently and lovingly, all the while praising you for your effort. Your mind was in turmoil after this sudden switch, your thoughts went back to what he said before. “I love you.” You wondered if he really did mean that, “There, all cleaned up, you did a great job, baby.” He planted a sweet kiss on your forehead and helped you on your feet, ushering you in the passenger seat once more. You slumped in the chair, inhaling the crisp clean of his air freshener and the leather seats.

“Now, where do you like to shop for clothes, baby?” You tilt your head at his question, making him chuckle; “What? I can’t let you go back home looking like that, now can I? Don’t worry though, I’ll pay for everything, just let me know what you want and where to go, sweetie.” He started up the car and began heading back down the hill. Turning the radio on on a nice volume, as the two of you rode in silence for most of the time. You look over to him alot, with fear, confusion, admiration, love, lust, and so many other emotions swirling around inside of you.

You needed answers but you didn’t know what questions you should ask first. Do you really love me? What was that about? Do you do this to other girls too? Why did you hurt me? What am I to you? However the only question that you ended up asking Shanks that night was; “Can I see you again soon?” Shanks looks at you, with that charming smile of his, and brushes his hand on your cheek; “Of course, baby, I’m not letting you go that easily.”

#₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #softy write #shanks x reader smut #shanks x reader #shanks headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece smut #please read the warnings

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aajjks · 5 months

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Toxic. (m)

synopsis. You can do whatever but you just can’t leave him.

warnings. yändêrê bëhävïöür, tôxïc rêlätïönshïp, ünst*ble bëhävïöür, ünhëälthy rêlätïönshïp, pösessïvēnēss.

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He knows that he’s too possessive.

His way of loving you isn’t healthy at all.

But it’s just how he is. You’ve made him like this. It’s all because of you, you’ve put him in a trance. You have him so obsessed.

And he knows that he’s too toxic, jealous and suffocating.

But you can’t leave him.

“Yn.. how long is this going to go on? You know you can’t leave me.” He sighs, you have your back turned on him. He sighs, he doesn’t know how to deal with you.

He has tried everything.

Even blackmailing you, it doesn’t work anymore.

“What is wrong with you?” Jungkook clicks his tongue. You have been like this for the past week hours since he and you had a pretty big fight, all because he didn’t want you to go out with your friends.

He wasn’t wrong about that. Clubbing with your friends at night that’s just an invitation for trouble. He knows how men think. He wants to protect you. That’s not a bad thing, right?

Even if he has some fucked up ways to protect you.

“Yn come on please. Stop it.” He whispers, sitting right beside you on the bed. You don’t even budge. It’s like his words are falling on deaf ears.

Jungkook scoots closer to you. He has to get you to start talking to him because he’s going insane. “listen you just need to understand that I want what’s best for you. And those friends of yours oh my God they are whores.”

He rolled his eyes. “and they want you to become one too.” He tells you, “because why else would keep on telling you to break up with me?”

when you don’t reply , he gently slaps you on the shoulder. “ I deserve better than this treatment.” oh, he is so frustrated. “look at me.” He tries to get you to look at him by trying to make your body shift in his direction

“DON’T TOUCH ME.” he almost flinches at your loud tone, you finally turn.

“honestly, I am so tired of you.” You spit at him. Your eyes glaring holes into his soul. But he doesn’t mind at all. If anything, he resists to smirk.

“ at least you’re looking at me now and even talking to me so I succeeded.” he shrugs, and takes his hands off of you.

“ listen to me OK I’m willing to apologize for my behavior, but you have to understand that you shouldn’t go out to clubs or places like that especially with your friends.” he Gives you his best puppy eyes.

But they don’t work on you, his old tricks don’t work on you.

“Please spare me this bullshit.” You roll your eyes at your toxic boyfriend. Jungkook look at you with wide eyes. “ OK stop cursing at me” he groans, he feels so offended right now.

“it’s because of your fucking friends that you’re doing this to me.” he’s starting to talk in pout. You look at him like he’s grown two heads

You look disgusted .

“it’s not because of my friends Jungkook! Oh my God it’s because of you you are overbearing and fucking possessive!” You raise your voice once again, your eyes are filled with anger.

“I am tired of this. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TOO INSECURE BECAUSE YOU DON’T TRUST ME.”

You are so angry at him, that you’ve started to use your hands to elaborate . “ how can I be with a man that doesn’t even trust me, and sabotages my social life, talks shit about my friends and locks me up in the fucking house?” You furrow your eyebrows together.

He just sits there and listens to you . He’s missed your voice so much it doesn’t even matter about what you’re saying he’s not even paying attention to whatever you’re talking about.

He’s just focused on the way your mouth moves and you make these stupid expressions. He’s missed you too much.

“scream at me all you want.” He smiles.

You immediately stop screaming at him. “Wow, you are unbelievable.” you’re shocked honestly.

How unstable can he be?

How can he not take this seriously? You two are on the words of breaking up. This is what he’s doing.

“you can’t leave me.” he has stopped smiling. his eyes have stopped sparkling.

Silence falls over you.

It’s like he’s read your mind.

“you know I won’t let you, so why would I mind you screaming at me that’s the least you can really do, I’m willing to tolerate this. But as long as you don’t leave me, even if you want to you know you can’t.”

“please continue your lecture.”

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silv3rswirls · 2 months

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Pranking them with another members sweater

Anon asks: Hi! Can I request an skz reaction where you prank them by saying “Oh here’s that sweater I borrowed from u earlier” but it’s actually not his sweater? Maybe it’s a members or its new ?? I hope I made sense

Note: Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy it!

♡Chan♡

“Here’s your sweater back by the way.” Chan looks up from his phone as you pull out his sweater from your bag, tossing it to him, going on with packing up the Tupperware you had brought him lunch in. He begins to thank you but stops himself once he picks it up and takes a closer look. What is this? It’s definitely too small to be his? Is this…Jeongin’s? “You’re joking right?” He laughs, tossing it aside to give back to Jeongin later. He ignores your attempts at trying to convince him you weren’t joking.

♡Minho♡

The moment you walk into the room, telling him you want to return the sweater you borrowed last week Minho’s ready to tell you just to keep it, but you toss the sweater to him before he can. He catches it, immediately scrunching his brows as he realizes it isn’t something he would own. “Wow,” he drags his voice out, side-eyeing you as you try your best to look completely innocent. “Wearing Han’s sweater? Tell him to take you to dinner then.” He huffs, ignoring your rushed explanations of it being a joke and that he should still go out with you tonight.

♡Changbin♡

“I think I have one of your sweaters upstairs” You hop up from where you had been leaning against Changbin watching a movie. He had complained for the third time now that he was cold. He had been grateful at first, but when you toss it to him and he gets ready to slip it on he stops. He does a double-take and gives you a weird look. “Whose sweater is this, yours?”

“No, it’s yours?”

Changbin scoffs and shows it to you. “Do you think this will fit me? Whose is it.” You have a hard time repressing your smile at the thought of him trying to squeeze into Felix’s sweater. In the end, he’s so confused and about to fight some imaginary guy that you have to fess up about the prank.

♡Hyunjin♡

He takes it from you and puts it on without much thought, yeah maybe it's a little big but he doesn’t sense anything is wrong until he realizes it doesn’t smell like yours or his cologne. He looks at you, not even paying attention to your struggle to hide your laughter. “Who’s the other man?” He asks, frowning and taking it off. He takes another look, the cologne smells familiar; is that…Chan’s? “Betrayed by two of the closest people to me” he shakes his head. Not funny, he’s a little annoyed, and even when you break your act he’s playfully avoiding you, sulking around and dramatically telling you to go be with Chan instead.

♡Jisung♡

“Here’s all your stuff” You smiled and handed Jisung a handful of all the things you had stolen from him the past month or so. It was an exchange you did often, but this time you had decided to get your boyfriend back for a prank he had pulled on you last week. So, with Minho’s permission you raided his bandmember's closet and gave it back to Han.

“Oh, I don’t think…” Jisung trails off, picking through the clothes that are not his, are these Minho’s? “With my member?” He looks up with wide eyes, “cheating on me with my member?” You reconsider going on with the joke because he sounds so sincere, really playing into what you were trying to do. You both keep the act up far longer than needed, going about your evening play-fighting and trying not to be the first to break.

♡Felix♡

Poor guy doesn’t even realize it's one of his members when you turn up wearing it. He thought it was his, but it wasn’t something he would wear…who had given you their sweater? He’s quiet while you wait for his reaction, expecting him to poke at you for it and maybe be a little jealous of something, but he just presses his lips thin and tries to figure out what to say. “Did you have another guy over?” He finally asks.

Suddenly you feel like the one being pranked. Your jaw drops as you take it off and shove it closer to him. “It’s Hyunjin’s, see?” You point to some pain stains on the sleeves, “It was supposed to be a joke-” You’re halfway to apologizing when you realize he’s smirking, having turned it on you with ease.

♡Seungmin♡

Nice try

Seungmin merely side-eyes the sight of you trying to give him what is clearly one of Jeongin’s favorite sweatshirts back. “Not funny” he swats the sweater away, rolling his eyes at your attempts to convince him it’s not a joke and that it is his sweater. He’s not going to entertain you at all, honestly, he considers taking you back to the dorm and leaving your annoying self with Jeongin since you’re so insistent. The next time you ask to borrow something he’ll be sending you to Jeongin.

♡Jeongin♡

He knows what you are doing the moment he spots Changbin’s jacket in your arms. He’s seen plenty of these kinds of pranks online and honestly had expected you to try him sooner. “That’s not mine” He tilts his head to look harder at it. “Not mine, kinda looks like Changbin’s.”

“No, it’s yours you left it-” “Changbin must’ve left it, hm…” he looks you up and down. “You know, I always did wonder if you liked him more than me, but now I-” He’s cut off as you pout and toss it at him, complaining that he’s no fun, he shouldn’t tease like that, etc. Jeongin, however, finds your annoyance cute and will continue to make little jabs at you all day.

#stray kids reaction #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #Bang Chan #Lee Minho #Seo Changbin #Hwang Hyunjin #Han Jisung #Lee Felix #Kim Seungmin #Yang Jeongin

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hxxsxxngx · 2 months

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HEESEUNG 이희승 - EATING HER OUT

MINORS DNI

Word count: about 1k

Genre: Smut (no plot whatsoever) afab

Content: Fingering, Pet Names, DomHee SubReader. and other stuff (idk i’m bad at this)

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He layed her down and kissed her bare chest slowly, leaving purple marks everywhere in sight. He kissed down until her stomach, her hips, then her thighs. She was so desperate.

Heeseung grabbed at the strap of her panties showing mutual desperation. She signaled it was okay to go further, so he did. He stripped her of the black lace that keeping her concealed, leaving her full body exposed. His eyes were glued to her. He smiles and goes back up to kiss on her stomach. This just makes her more angsty.

"I need you." she said

He teases her more and more, gripping her thighs and her waist, building up the anticipation. Leaving her whole body covered with dark hickies, marking his territory. He could see that she was needy. He reaches both of his hands up to cup her perfect breasts, squeezing them and massaging them.

He finally gave into her request. He slides his hands down her body to her clit. He teases her and brings his head down to put his hot breath on her pussy, making her squirm. Any sort of friction would set her off.

He started to gently caress her sensitive clit. She arches her back, such a soft touch has a big effect on her, especially if it were Heeseung touching her. She was soaking wet with neediness and lust.

"Wow, already so wet, after such little time?" he said

She whines. She couldn't control how her body naturally reacted to Him.

The feeling of his soft touch against her wetness made her whimper, wanting more. She closed her eyes and layed back, allowing her to enjoy herself.

"Please, more." she managed to say

He removed his hand. Her sudden loneliness mixed with the cool air gave her chills. He kissed her again. He soon replaced the empty space around her womanhood with his tongue.

Slowing swirling small circles, his tongue on her clit made her gasp for air. Such a simple move, yet it made her feel out of this world. He picked up the pace once he found out what she liked. She gasped again as she stuck one of her hands into Hee’s hair and started playing with it, grabbing onto it every once in a while, which turned him on so much.

He soon picked up the pace even more, making her a moaning mess. The way he flicked his tongue across her clit was like if he were a professional. The room was getting so warm and filled with tension. Sweat droplets we're forming on both of their bodies.

" You're being such a good girl for me." he teases

He pushes her thighs back and placed her legs over his shoulder and squeezes them closer together. He was holding her thighs in place, like his own little personal set of warm earmuffs.

Sucking on her beautiful pussy, he decides to slowly stick one finger into her, making her flinch.

He started moving it in and out at a slow, controlled pace. He wanted to take his sweet time with her. Her moans were like a wonderful melody to his ears. Her moans only made him want to do it more, so eventually, he did.

"You are taking it like such a good girl, sweetheart."

Her face grew red at the sound of him praising. It turned her on so much but she was also sort of embarrassed.

He then sticks in another finger, making her grip the edge of the couch. She was so sensitive. He continues to suck on her clit and move faster with his fingers. He synced the movement of his tongue with the movements on his fingers, which drove her absolutely mad.

His face begins to be suffocated by her perfect thighs. She couldn't keep them open, due to all of the pleasure. But Hee didn't mind, he loved knowing that he made her feel good.

Her moans started to become subtle gasps for air, and me muscles started tensing, meaning she was close.

He took out his fingers, to pay more attention to her throbbing clit. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, making sure to taste every last drop.

"You taste so good babe, I think I want more" he said

He directed his tongue back to the surface of her bud. He wanted to make sure this was a time to remember. The way he worked and danced his tongue on her was heavenly. Her eyes were practically rolling to the back of her head.

"Yeah you like that?" he said

She was unable to answer

"I know you do." he says in a cocky voice.

She lets out a loud moan as she is starting to ride out her high. Her legs were shaking out of control, like jello. Seungie tries to hold her legs in place while continuously sucking on her most sensitive area, going at an ungodly pace.

She tightly grips his hair in response.

“Hee… I-I’m so close”

He keeps going and her moans were uncontrollable. She didn't care how loud she was. It's like she were starting to see stars. Hee knows exactly how to make her feel good. He knows every inch of her body, inside and out. Hee tips her over the edge into orgasm, gasping for air.

“Cum on my fingers, baby girl. For me.”

All she could do was let her self unfold on Heeseung fingers. So perfectly.

He begins to slow down after she let it all out. Slowly grazing his tongue. He pulls away and asks

"Did you like that?"

After she was able to catch her breath she responded by saying

"That felt so fucking good, you treat me so well"

He chuckled and smiled and brought her in for a passionate kiss.

"Now it's my turn"

#heeseung #kpop #enhypen #jungwon #stray kids #imagine #smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki

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vipwinnie · 8 months

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Love letters

Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Summary : Someone keep sending you Love letters

Words : 1k

It all started a few weeks ago when I found a love letter in my locker.

This morning I opened my locker as usual to pick up my belongings, but I was surprised to find a love letter written for me.

My love,

I can't help thinking about you every day. You're the most amazing person I've ever met. Your beauty inside and out leaves me speechless. Every time I'm with you, I feel alive and happy. I just wanted you to know how much I love you and how important you are to me. I'm lucky to have you in my life and I can't wait to spend every moment with you. You're the person I've always been looking for, my soul mate. I love you more than anything in the world. With all my love

I couldn't help but smile as I read every sweet word and felt the delicate fragrance that emanated from it. The letter was not signed, which made the situation even more mysterious.

At first, I thought it was a joke from my friends, but when I looked closer, I realized that the letter was serious. My heart began to beat faster as I read the sweet words written on the letter. I was both moved and intrigued. Who could have written that letter? Is it someone I know? Or is he a secret admirer?

After you get your things back, you'll go to Hermione and tell her everything.

- Hi Hermione, you'll never guess what happened to me today.

_ Hi Y/N, what happened?

-I found a love letter in my locker this morning.

- A love letter? Oh wow, who wrote it?

-I have no idea. That's what makes it even more mysterious.

- What does the letter say?

-She was very sweet and romantic. She said how beautiful and smart I am and how much that person would like to spend more time with me.

- That's so romantic! But how are you going to find out who wrote the letter?

-I don't know yet, but I'll investigate. I'll look for clues and see if I can find people who are behaving strangely around me. Hermione: -You must be so romantic, a secret admirer. I'm sure you'll find out who he is.

-I hope so. But it's also kind of scary to think someone's looking at me without me knowing it.

- I understand. But I'm sure everything will be fine and you'll find out who that person is. In the meantime, enjoy the attention!

- Thank you, Hermione. I'll keep you apprised of my progress in the investigation.

So I went to my classroom .

The next morning you were once again going to get your belongings , and once again you had the joy of finding a letter .

Dear Y/N,

I'm writing you this letter to tell you how much I'm in love with you. Ever since the day I met you, I haven't stopped thinking about you. You have illuminated my life with your presence and you have become the most important person to me. I admire your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence and your strength. You inspire me to be a better person every day. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and that I would do anything for you. If you accept my feelings, I promise to cherish you and take care of you for the rest of my life.

With all my love,

I then began to pay more attention to the people around me. I noticed a boy who always seemed to look at me in a strange way. It was a snake from my DADA class, Lorenzo I think. I started to wonder if he was writing me those letters. I began to observe him discreetly, looking for clues about his behavior and habits. He was sitting behind me in class.

And as the days went by I began to cross her gaze a lot whether it was in class or even in the big hall At first, it made me uncomfortable, but the more I saw him, the more I began to wonder why he was staring at me so much. As the days went by , I kept getting so many letters . One day, after class, I decided to talk to him. I approached him and asked him if he needed help with anything. He blushed a little and stuttered before telling me he just wanted to get to know each other. We started talking and I discovered that we had a lot in common. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship and maybe even a crush.

Dear Y/N

I can't hide my feelings for you anymore. Ever since I met you, you're the only person that matters to me. I think about you all the time, and every moment I spend with you is a moment of intense happiness. I wanted to write you this letter to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You're the most important person to me, and I can't imagine my life without you. I'd like to offer you something. If you don't mind, I'd like to set you up somewhere. I don't want to pressure you, but I really wish we could spend some time together, just you and me. If you say yes, I suggest you meet us this Saturday afternoon at 2:00 p. m. , underneath the tree by the lake. We could walk, talk and maybe even have a picnic together. I understand that you may have doubts or fears, but I want you to know that I will do anything for you. I look forward to seeing you Saturday afternoon.

I love you more than anything in the world.

with all my love

Oh, my God, that was a surprise. My secret admirer had just given an appointment. Were I going to go? Of course.

I waited all morning impatiently . Who could it be? asked you

When it was finally time, I didn’t waste a minute and left almost running towards the meeting place. I finally slow down when you get close to the place .

And there was Lorenzo Berkshire, the stytherin was near the tree, waiting for you

You're going to join him

He then explained to me that since the beginning of the year, he had feelings for me but he didn't dare tell me. The love letters were his way of showing me how much he cared about me. I was touched by his sincerity and realized that I had feelings for him, too. We started seeing each other and being together.

#lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire imagine #lorenzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x reader #louis partridge x reader #louis partridge imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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I was daydreaming about this earlier and just had to blurt it out. need him so bad :(

Eren who sits next to you in Computer Science class. You never really spoke to him only small talk here and there. he didn’t have a pristine reputation, both for messing with girls and also for his constant smoking and drinking. yet when he sat next to you in class he was as quiet as anything he never made any inappropriate comments or glances, he always paid attention to the lecture and handed in his work on time.

Eren who asks you to be his partner for the assignment coming up on building an application. Although you were a little shocked at first you realized he probably picked you as you were not only the easier option as you sit next to him but you were excelling in the subject so he was guaranteed a strong grade. He asks for your number and you gladly type it into his phone saving your name with a heart next to it. you notice the moon in the top left corner of his phone, he’s put his phone on silent, and you can’t help but think about all the notifications he must be getting. you pass his phone back and he chuckles at the name placing his phone in his back pocket.

Eren who messaged you at 6pm one night of the week. ‘hey smarty wanna come round to work on the project.’ you smile at the nickname and type back ‘who is this?’ hoping to tease him and knock back his seemingly big ego. ‘it’s Eren? don’t tell me your cheating on me and got a different partner’ he responds. you finally agree to go over and follow the directions he sent you.

Eren who has a penthouse over three times the size of your own apartment. To your surprise it’s all tidy with a timeless design and floor-to-ceiling windows. ‘wow Yeager not what I was expecting’ you say as you look around ‘And what were you expecting’ he asks leading you to what seemed to be a dining room. ‘i don’t know like a decaying apartment that reeks of weed’ you say scrunching your nose at the thought. he only replies with an ‘ouch’ as he sits down next to you at the table.

Eren who has no idea what to do when you begin to type up a planning document. he gets even more confused as you begin to start coding. ‘yeager are you paying attention’ you say as you try to explain to him what is going on but he just stares at you. ‘huh um yeah something about the structure of the code right?’ he says shaking his head as you bring him back to reality. ‘why did you even pick this subject’ you ask now staring up at him batting your lashes. ‘I like playing games on my laptop’ he shrugs keeping eye contact with you ‘I get all the graphics card and PC talk it’s just the coding that baffles me’. he can only think about how innocent you look as you look up at him.

Eren who continues to meet up with you almost daily to work on the project. You meet up at one of the cafes closer to your apartment and he can’t take his eyes off you. you walked in with your hair down glasses on your nose and wearing flared jeans and a crop top doing all the right things. He waved at you so you can see him and you catch his green eyes and walk up sitting opposite him in the booth. he lets you order your coffee then says his own and puts out his card paying for the both of you ‘Eren you don’t have to do that’ you say looking at him ‘It’s my treat baby, you just worry your pretty brain about the project yeah I’ve got everything covered’ he says pocking your temple.

Eren who surprisingly takes initiative as you stand presenting your application. He says all the right things and also lets you talk about the more detailed elements. it’s no surprise you got a grade A making Eren smile hard and look over at you shaking your shoulders and repeating ‘thank you ma’ over and over. ‘damn smarty you really know your shit’ he says as you begin to pack up your things ‘i’m throwing a party later, you should come’ you shake your head no ‘oh come on mama you’ll be my VIP. I promise you’ll enjoy it' he says throwing his arm around your shoulder. You sigh out a yes and let him lead you to your next class.

Eren who mixes you up a drink and sits with you on his balcony as the apartment is filled with people dancing to loud music. he leans back on the sofa his arm reaching your waist, sipping on his beer as you both admire the view. you look over to him and find him already staring at you. 'your beautiful' he says. 'do you say that to all your girls?' you scoff turning away from him. his hand reaches up caressing your jaw and turning your face so his eyes can meet your own. his emerald eyes burning into yours as he stares at you. before you can think his lips are on yours in a soft kiss, his lips are soft and you can taste the beer on his tongue. your leg moves so you straddle him his hands still cup your cheeks as your hang around his neck. your the first to pull away looking down at him, 'speechless for once Yeager?' you tease. he only hums in response before bringing your lips back to his.

Eren who now messages you non-stop from as soon as he opens his eyes to when he sleeps sleep. he gets you to come round to his on a regular basis. He uses the excuse of needing help with a topic but just wants to have you sit on his lap cockwarming him as you attempt to explain the topic. He becomes obsessed with you needing to feel your touch at all times, from having to hold you as you do your makeup to holding your hand under the table during class. Not because he's ashamed because all he does is talk about you to his friends to the point they're sick of him. He walks with pride with his arm around your waist as you walk through the corridors.

Eren who turns up at your place drunk after a party. As soon as you open the door his head is nudged into your shoulder as he mumbles gibberish. 'Hey what are you doing here it's only 8pm shouldn't you be partying?' you question dragging him into your dorm. 'I missed you, was no fun without you mama' he says stumbling onto the couch and dragging you with him into his lap. 'you're drunk.' you say rolling your eyes. 'god baby you make me crazy.' he groans kissing your neck 'wanna make you mine'. 'okay Yeager don't go saying things you don't mean' you simply state dragging him to your bedroom. 'i mean it.' he states flopping down on the bed. 'then ask me when you sober and maybe you'll get a yes'.

Eren who's arms are still wrapped around you when you wake up. 'Morning baby' he mumbles into your neck. You turn so you can face him 'Morning handsome' you say tucking his strands of hair behind his ears. 'I believe I have something to ask you' he says now pecking kisses all over your face. 'hmm and what is that' You giggle at his affection. 'Would you like to be my girlfriend?' you both can't stop smiling as he asks. 'let me think about it' you say looking up at the ceiling Eren rolls on top of you trapping you between his arms the motion making you squeal. he raises his eyebrow as a sign to continue 'yes, yes I would'.

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henrioo · 5 months

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°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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4rcaneye · 10 months

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pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: a rainy day leads to some nice alone time with clark ;)

tw: smut (18+ ONLY), language, unprotected sex, p in v sex, size kink, oral (female receiving)

word count: 894

it was a rainy day and you and your boyfriend happened to have off. you both decided to spend your time catching up on tv shows on the couch.

“come here.” you said pulling clark on top of you as you laid down.

“are you sure i’m not hurting you? it’s perfectly fine if we switch. i’m okay with being the big spoon.” clark said as he looked up at you with his big blue eyes. he was always so gentle with you, making sure that he was being mindful of his powers.

“clark it’s fine.” you said giggling as you ran your fingers through his dark, raven hair.

“good because i love holding you like this.” he said smiling as he settled back into your chest.

this was the man that the world never got to see. he was completely vulnerable as he laid on you with his arms around your waist. you felt like the luckiest girl in the world being able to see him like this.

* * *

you were no longer paying attention to what was on tv, but instead intently studying clark’s features.

clark turned his head up to look at you.

“what are you thinking about pretty girl?” he asked as he reached up to cup your face.

“you.” you sighed as you ran your fingers up and down his forearm.

“come here.” clark said as he pulled you onto his lap.

you wrapped your legs around his waist and draped your arms around his shoulders. sitting in his lap reminded you just how big he was. how he could so easily destroy you if he wanted.

clark could barely take it anymore. his hand drifted down to your thigh. you were his weakness. he didn’t know how to control himself around you.

“so what exactly were you thinking about?” he asked quietly.

you nervously shifted in his lap, suddenly aware that you were only wearing his flannel.

“how badly i wanted to do this.” you leaned in kissing him softly.

his rough palms slide up your thighs to your waist as he pulls you closer.

you feel something underneath you begin to harden as the kiss deepens. you slowly start rocking your hips back and forth desperate to feel more.

“are you sure you want this?” clark whispers in between kisses.

you nod in agreement too busy taking his shirt off.

“lift your hips for me love.” clark says as he swiftly slides your thong off he lays you back on the couch.

he leaves kisses all the way down your stomach and on the inside of your thigh.

you gasp as you feel two fingers enter curling against your walls. clark starts pumping them in and out while slowly massaging your clit.

you moan as you feel a third thick finger enter you. clark smirks up at you before he drags his tongue over your slit. he flicks it against your clit before fucking it into you over and over.

“clark please-“ you moan threading your fingers through his hair.

you’re breathless as clark hits all the right spots deep inside you. you can feel your walls start to tighten around his fingers.

“don’t…stop..” you manage to choke out as clark rides you through your orgasm.

clark kisses the inside of your thigh before getting up and wiping his hand on his face.

“wow.” you smiled looking up at him as he grinned.

“glad i could be of service.” he said before kissing you sweetly. he grabs your waist pulling you onto his lap.

“clark-“ you began grabbing his cock. “i need you now.” you said while guiding him inside you.

you let out a soft moan as he slowly pushes inside you being mindful of his size.

“love you have to relax,” clark says stopping to kiss your forehead. “if you don’t relax, it’ll hurt.”

you nodded trying to relax your body.

“you’re doing so good.” clark cooed in your ear as he pushed fully into you.

you couldn’t help but let out a moan. the feeling of being stretched out by his cock was intense.

clark was gentle and gave you time to adjust before he started moving.

slowly you began to rise and sink on top of him with him guiding your hips.

“just..like that.” he said totally enthralled by your body. he could feel your walls tighten around him and he let out a moan.

he was hitting places that you didn’t even know existed. you held back a cry as you dug your fingers into his back.

“you’re taking me so well.” he praised you.

“oh fuck clark-“ you were on the verge of tears. he was so big but it felt so good.

“you look so pretty.” he whispered in your ear between kisses.

you could feel that you were close to your release it was only a matter of time.

“right there clark!” you yelled as you threw your head back in ecstasy gripping his back.

his thrusts had become sloppy and it was clear he was going to cum. he pushed all the way inside you painting your walls.

as the two of you came down from your high clark withdraws from you carefully as to not hurt you. he lays beside you on the couch wrapping his arms around you drifting off to the blissful sleep.

#clark kent #clark kent smut #clark kent x female reader #clark kent fanfiction #clark kent imagine #superman #superman x you #superman x reader #superman smut

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months

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« Importance || Peter B Parker ||

A/n: this was gonna be fore Miguel but I decided it fit Peter a bit better.

Prompt used:

Holding your jacket over your lover’s head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear.

Peter knew he messed up when he ended the relationship with you, he couldn’t help but feel bitter when MJ informed him of your new relationship with Harry.

He thought the two we’re friends, that you were off limits but then again he fucked that relationship up too but if you were happy then he could be happy too, right?

Wrong. Miles may have given him the boost of confidence he needed but he wasn’t about to run up to you to confess that he still loved you and that he was an idiot that messed up. Though it seemed that the universe had other plans for him because he never expected to see you standing outside an awning wearing an elegant dress. You hadn’t spotted him of course, you were to busy yelling at someone on your phone.

He knew he shouldn’t butt in, that he should just keep his head hung low and be on his merry way but then it started to rain and you started to curse.

After hanging up on Harry you were about to step out onto the streets until it started to rain, though that was putting it nicely.

Hearing your name being called your eyes went wide for a moment. Peters name falling off your lips in a single breath, you didn’t expect to see him again. You hated the feeling of how your heart lurched, you hated knowing how you still felt the same way for him. “Peter you look good, though you might want to step out of the rain.”

Quickly making his way by your side the man let out a nervous laugh running his fingers through his wet hair. “Ah thanks…you look great, you look wow, you look beautiful.”

Feeling your cheeks warm you averted your eyes for a moment. “Thank you Peter….um I…I should really get home…this looks like it’s going to last all night and I have a feeling I’m going to be soaked…god I spent so much money on this stupid dress.” You muttered.

Opening his mouth for a moment, Peter quickly slipped off his jacket covering you head. “I’ll walk you the rest of the way….I don’t mind.”

Chuckling for a moment you stepped closer to Peters’s side. Still the same sweet man you feel for all those years ago and knowing that he won’t take no for an answer you grasped his hand. “Okay…shall we.”

It was a quiet walk, minus the rain hitting the side walk though you hated the silence. “Me and Harry are done.”

“What?!” Peter hadn’t been paying much attention, he was doing his best to keep you dry. “Shit….I’m sorry.”

“He cheated on me, confessed after our date….apparently he felt guilty. It was a one time thing, it’s who I was yelling at…and wow I’m sorry for dumping all of that on you” though you were grateful that you managed to get back to your little apartment.

Frowning, Peter adverted his eyes. He hated seeing you look so sad. He hated that Harry even had the chance to hurt you because he blamed himself, what could he even say to you.

‘I’m sorry? Ya that’s real nice.’

“Peter you’re talking to yourself?” Placing you hand on his door knob you squeezed it. “It was a little cute though…I.” Biting your lip smoothed out your dress thankfully it was still dry thanks to Peters efforts.

“Shit..I..Okay I’m gonna go. I….I still have the same number if you ever want to hang out and I’m going to stop talking so I’ll stop making an even bigger ass out of myself.”

Shaking your head you grasped his hand before he could leave. “Would you like to come in an dry off?”

“I..”Straighten his back, he gave you a smile. “I’d love too.”

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27thswan · 5 months

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❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❞ hsr x reader

synopsis. scenarios / hcs i think is the way they say ily!

warnings. pure fluff :)

author's note. stole this from my old blog haha! lol! (reupload and a few fixes and changes!)

pairings. blade, dan heng, tingyun, serval, jing yuan x gn!reader (seperately!)

blade shows his love with his actions, i know he can't communicate that well with you, thinks its even luck finally on his side that you got with him, that you liked him back. that you loved him? just.. wow. you know? anyways, i just see him being the type to pull you in a little closer when his arm is around your waist, and you say something he agrees with! he's very touch starved, but that doesn't mean he can't be the one initiating the cuddles and shit!!!

just prefers dates at home, likes it when it's only the both of you that see each other in that moment. just likes it better yk?

other people don't need or have to know about or what you two do on little dates (kafka bothers him about you in a positive way)

dan heng just that guy to be always giving his time to you. as much as he can, he'll bring you wherever he goes. as long as you want to too, but he always hopes that you do want too, because he isn't always gonna be on his phone to call or text you. so he thought it'd be easier to just bring you with him. and he'd put his life on the line just to protect you, so basically thinks you'll be fine travelling with him. but even if you don't wanna, he doesn't mind just waiting on the astral express with you and himeko..

he'd fill jars of little strips of paper of just compliments he's used on you before, or even square-ish paper filled with little doodles of you, or the both of you

kind of clingy, in a good way though! just attaches himself to you and stuff when you don't pay attention to him, he doesn't communicate too well so bare with him!!

tingyun spends time with you, and sometimes even brings you along when she has work! besides yukong doesn't mind~ and of course, this wouldn't be a tingyun post of mine without me saying she would tease, and would love when you get flustered from her silly words!!!! and would love physical touch ngl?!?! like falls in love all over again when you cuddle her, now you get to see her red!

just always gets so flushed in the face whenever you both share a bed, specially when your relationship first started, and being a few months in, you both are stuck in a clichè romantical trope of sharing a bed, yeah she was joking about it in the start but-- she never thought it'd actually.. happen!!

AAAA SERVAL!!! she's so sweetheart real!! i just know she has her own skincare routine and would so do it on you too. she likes spending time with you as her way of saying i love you!! 24/7 sleep back hugs when you cook or bake!! she's an avid lover of skin-to-skin contact i promise! physical touch is another way she tries to kiss your scars better for you<33

i just know she holds both your hands when you both kiss, whether it'd be on your temple, your nose, your cheeks, or your lips, she always ends up holding both your palms or her hand on your cheek <33

waaa my sweetie pie, a personal headcannon i really see in serval (or in the landau siblings), i like to think that they can barely cook. so i guess in their criteria for an s/o would be them knowing how to cook (even if its just barely too though because woah matching!!)

^^ bonus points if your cooking is super good.

jing yuan?? hmm.. i kind of see him as a mix of everything, like he'd give gifts very often, and his attention will be on you 24/7 too. and if you tell me and say he wouldn't be so smooth with his words.. like come on. there's so much i wanna say abt this cutie patootie. but yk.. if your gaze seems to last too long on a certain item while you both are walking around thoughh.. just know you'll be getting it that night later on, or even right now! and is another flirty sweetheart who lives for his s/o being flustered as hell!! that's srsly all i can say ykyk?!!?

"but i just need to finish this one stack of paperwork and i'll be free the rest of the week!--" you exclaim as jing yuan protests silently by carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom bridal style. "but i need you to cuddle me tonight though, besides, it is due in 2 weeks! just 1 break honey.." he says placing you down onto the bed, "fine fine.." you say as jing yuan jumps into bed onto your chest

i'm so quirky for stealing from my self because when i posted it on my shadowbanned old account it didn't get attention muehehhehehe

reblog reblog reblog if you want more!!

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asimpwithfreetime · 1 year

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Yandere!Tonowari would honestly be so clingy and he would use his massive size as a weapon. You wanna leave the bed in the morning? He’s laying on top of you. You’re paying attention to something else and he wants affection? He’s physically picking you up and walking away

I read the idea and fell in love with it. Yandere! Clingy! Tonowari is my new religion. So, what if I turn this into a fanfic? This is going to be fluff with smut because I am in class and I need to write something like this 😈😈😈

Oh, you are not going anywhere anytime soon~ (Yandere! Clingy! Tonowari x fem! Reader)

Content warnings: hasn’t been proofread yet and won’t in a looooong time (feel free to correct any mistakes I make), English isn’t my first language.

General warnings for the fluff stuff: yandere behavior, obsession with you, instead of being violent he is jealous and clingy, ticklish reader

General warnings for the smut stuff: SMUTTTTT, grinding, jealous Tonowari, reader being a teaser, just fingering and cum eating

[ 1st Person POV ]

I groaned when I tried to get off of our hammock but Tonowari’s strong arms forbid me to. “Wariii~” I whined at my husband “let me gooo~”.

I could only get a muffled grunt in response as he forced me back into our bed. “No” sleepiness dragging on his voice. “C’mon babyyy~ snuggle up with me~” he kept saying, cuddling on my back. “Okay” I sighed, my chores would be forgotten for a while. His deep chuckles can be heard once he feels me relaxed. “That’s right baby!” He laughs.

I could snuggle with him all day, but I was supposed to do some chores and help some fishers. “Wari, my love, I have to do my chores” . He growled. “I am the Olo’eyktan and I declare that you stay here with me” he pulled me even closer.

“Also, why do you wanna go with those fishermen, when you can stay with me?” He says close to my ear. “I am way better, that’s why you mated me” he licked my neck playfully.

“Who’s you mate, me or them?” He asked. I was dumbfounded, was he really asking me this? As I took time responding, he started acting.

He started tickling my sides with his huge hands, making me laugh and squirm around the hammock trying to get away. “Respond to me” he softly laughed while continuously attacking my sides. “You! You! You are my mate!” I screamed between tears. I couldn’t stop laughing.

Once he stopped we cuddled some more as I knew there was no way to escape his huge and strong arms.

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While laughing, his hands rested on my thighs, I was down on his chest, looking at his face with a sweet smile. “Wari~ we really need to get going” I whispered. He pretended not to hear me, tracing patterns into the skin of my thighs without much focus.

“It is gonna be so lateee” I sighed, he suddenly looked at me. “What are you gonna be late for?” He questioned with s sour look in his fake innocent smile. “I need to do my chores and so do you, Olo’eyktan”. At the mention of his title, I could feel something getting hard bellow me. I smiled mischievously, moving down to straddle his lap.

Moving my hips back and forth I began playing a little bit with him, noticing him harden with just our loincloths separating us.

He softly groaned looking at me. “Oh? The mighty Olo’eyktan is liking this?” I said, teasing him. He just groaned in response, his huge hands grasping my hips and moving me at his pace. “Wow, wow, I am in charge now” I tried to say playfully but the look he gave me had me petrified. All I could see, written all over his face, was lust. Pure lust. “Now the mighty Olo’eyktan might have to show you how to behave, won’t I?” He laughed low in his throat before pushing me down so now I was under him.

His fingers traced from the beginning of my neck down towards my loincloth. His touch made goosebumps run up my spine. He stopped just before my loincloth, tearing it away in just a swift motion. “Now this is what I was talking about” he said to himself before passing this index finger through all of my slit. When he pulled away his finger glistened. “You are so wet for me, baby” he smiled softly before sucking his finger and bending down to kiss me.

“I will make you feel good” he said, he started teasing my entrance, his thumb lazily rubbing my clit in a circular motion. I began moaning softly as I looked at him. “Wari~” I whined.

He began pumping his fingers into my wet cunt, the sloppy and sticky sounds could be heard all over the marui. I prayed to Eywa that no one could hear us from outside. He began pumping and curving his fingers, hitting a soft spot that had beginning to create a feeling similar to a coil.

Once his other hand began teasing my clit, I lost it. My legs began quivering as my toes curled and I moaned harder. He stopped just before my orgasm to pull out and slap my dripping cunt. After that, he began pumping again, the same coil-like feeling making me shiver. Once the coil broke y held to his arm as I cried out loud and came all over his fingers. Once I came down from my high, he got off the hammock and started licking up all of my juices. “Hon, what are you doing!” I tried to laugh but shivered mid-sentence as I began feeling overstimulated. “Cleaning my girl up, of course!” He laughed.

After that, we went on with our days, two hours later than usual.

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Dinner was AMAZING!

Since Yoongi is back, what if MC knits him a cat as a way of thanking him but alien!koo gets jealous with his “army” of knitted plushies 😭😭

"What's this one?" Jungkook grumbles as he sits down close to you, watching whatever you're currently finishing up with a bored expression.

You know he's not actually annoyed or bored- he just looks like it, most of the time, because that's the expression he's taught himself to wear whenever he's not paying much attention to it, to shield himself and appear more threatening than he actually is. To you, it's not all that bothersome anymore- especially after he's become all the more affectionate almost- in his own.. special kind of way.

"It's a cat!" You say, cutting off something before you hold it out to Jungkook- who takes it to inspect it closer. "It's for yoongi." You explain further, and at that, his brows lower, lips slightly pouting almost.

"Why?" He asks, irritated- why would Yoongi want or need anything you'd made?

"As a thank you!" You chirp, taking it from Jungkook's hand before he can react properly. "After all, he brought us here before the fuel could leak out. Without him we'd be drifting god knows where." You giggle, reminding Jungkook of his rather.. stupid actions.

He still feels bad. He's not sure why he reacted so impulsively- blames his instincts kicking in for his brain shutting off. He knows he'll need some major time to really get to know himself better and learn to control himself more- but he's willing to put in the effort, because he doesn't ever want to put you into danger like this again.

"...I want this one though." He mumbles annoyed, back hunching a bit as he becomes grumpy again. You've noticed this a lot- he's pretty easily almost offended if you give too much attention to someone that's not him. And while he respects whatever you do, he's really not that good at hiding his emotions-

and not just because the color of his eyes.

"How about I make you a bunny?" You ask, and he looks at you, unsure.

"What's a bunny?" He wonders, and you laugh.

"An earth animal that looks like you, when your eyes are all round and cute!" You tease, making him growl, brows furrowed.

"I'm not cute." He disagrees, making you laugh.

"You are." You defend. "Very." You continue your teasing, before his eyes sharpen, body leaning closer to yours as you lean back as much as you can without falling over, one of his hands steadying your back, noses almost touching while his eyes flick from your lips back to your eyes, irises a shade of pink you've come to connect to..

well.. a very specific type of mood.

Lust.

"Maybe I need to prove it to you then?" He wonders, angling his face a little, causing you to swallow hard, especially when his lips turn into a smirk. "Hm?" He asks, and you're about to answer, when-

"Oh, wow, sorry-" Yoongi laughs, instantly moving to walk out the door again, metal hissing shut-

Jungkook growling with a heated gaze at the door, and the fact that this man didn't just steal one of your crochet gifts, but also his chance at a proper kiss with you.

Though the one you press to his cheek before you slip out from beneath him pacifies his anger immediately.

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vesper-tinus · 1 year

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 (part 2) Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female ! Reader

Summary: You awake in the hospital, recovering from your injuries, and find that you have not been alone. A continuation of a request that you can read here. Keywords: Minor mentions of hospital equipment (if one is squeamish), happy end, a continuation. I hope you guys enjoy it 😊 Wordcount: 1668. Tags: (my firsts, wow!) @srjksr — @nicoleoeoeoe 🖤

Simon’s eyes stay locked onto yours as he, with hardened yet wavering voice, begs you to keep your attention on him. The certainty from his lips fading with each second you are unresponsive. He moves closer to you, pulling your bloodied and lifeless body into his arms and holding you there protectively—furious and heartbroken—and so alone.

You feel a sharp pain somewhere in your head, you’re not certain where—did you just think? There’s a subtle buzzing in your ears, under your skin, crawling over you like weevils. You attempt to grasp at the thin threads of your consciousness, but everything you find is fleeting. Logic and experience tells you that you are in some drug-induced state of exhaustion, one that is coming to its end.

You persist.

You persist despite the pain that awakens with each breath.

As your mind continues to reassert its existence in the waking world, the past few days come back trickling into focus, dripping into being like the IV attached to your arm. A sensation you’ve felt before, and have been hoping to never feel again, alas, a small price to pay for un-death. Gradually, you become more aware, but it’s a fighting battle. Each light re-lit causing new pains to be discovered. Your eyelids feel heavy, resting would be so easy, but you want to wake up. You need to wake up.

You cease your attempts at movement.

Someone, or something, is holding onto your hand.

And there’s a noise—faint, but noticeable—that almost rhythmically accompanies the continuous beeping, steady and quiet, but you hear it. The faint inhale and exhale of breathing—not your own.

Sleeping?

You attempt to move your palm, wiggle your fingers, but waking up your limbs seems almost an impossible task. You inhale slowly, your weakened lungs taking their fill of assisted-oxygen. The hospital room reeks of disinfectant—there’s a staleness in the air that brings no comfort to its visitors. It’s a weighted silence that feels almost artificial to your awakening state.

You blink to clear the cobwebs, and you are met with a blurry sight. You grimace as you squeeze your eyes shut once more, attempting to will the world to sharpness. The first thing you manage to carve out is the whirring ceiling fan above you, the movement of the lazy blades doing little to help, and so you avert your eyes to whoever has been holding your hand.

Simon?

You’ve always known him to be a light sleeper, but the depths of his exhaustion comes as a surprise to you. He has always been strict regarding exhaustion and sleep schedules—going as far as to confiscate caffeine when the situation called for it, with Price’s permission, of course. To see him here, sleeping and unmasked, stirs not only relief in your heart, but worry.

How you’ve missed him.

“Sh-” Your attempt at speaking his name is barely audible, your voice hoarse and unfamiliar to both your throat and ears.

He startles awake, his grip on your hand tightening as he springs to life. Shoulders squared and the intensity of his attention is solely focused on you. The dark circles beneath his eyes have worsened since the last time you saw him (though you are unclear how long ago that is). He speaks your name with faint disbelief, with wonder, and oh the love.

You can almost see the weight lifted off his shoulders. Unburdened by the proof of life—by your life.

“Took you long enough,” he says, pointedly and honest, but without bitterness. His words are accompanied by a gentle squeeze of your fingers. His eyes dart all over you, as if afraid you were a conjuration of his dreams—as if you could disappear at any moment.

What comes out of your mouth is something between a wheeze and a dry cough, and Simon is quick to rest the cup of water by your lips. The cold water feels unfamiliar to your throat, burning the entire way down, but it helps.

You lick your lips, and attempt to speak again.

“Dick.”

You’re rewarded with the quiet sound of Simon chuckling, all too charming on its own, though it soon quiets down—a bit too soon for your liking—and once more you are feeling the weighted silence of your hospital room.

He doesn’t speak further. He merely sits back down to watch you as he traces gentle circles over your hand with his thumb. You’re not even certain he knows what he’s doing, but it’s enough to cause your heart to flutter, so you avert your gaze, peering around to exercise the few muscles that have been still for… who knows how long. You crane your neck, attempting to find any hints to your location. “Where am I?”

“The hospital.”

“Thanks, smartass, “ you reply with a wry smile, “which one?”

Simon pauses, glancing down at your intertwined hands. “... The one you’d be the most comfortable in.”

His response is not what you had expected, and the subtle crease between your brows should be telling enough. You wait for further explanation, but receive none. So you take matters into your own hands, glancing around the room again, but this time with intent. You notice the pattern on the far wall, and the familiar colour of the blinds half-drawn. You notice the little print on the corner of your blanket of a logo you’ve seen before. A memory resurface of an incident months ago.

“They treatin’ you alright here?” Simon asks, tossing you an unopened cup of pudding as he nears your cot. “I don’t see why you couldn’t just have stayed on base. We have medical personnel for a reason, y’know.”

You roll your eyes, expertly catching the little plastic container with ease. “That’s exactly why, Simon,” you respond, peeling off the plastic spoon attached to the side of the cup, ”because they treat me better here.” You pause, smiling at the obvious disbelief on his face. “They’re… I don’t know… friendlier?”

“Sure, “friendlier”. A military wing in a civilian hospital. How nice.”

“It’s an”—you wave the, now stained, spoon in a circular motion—”acquired taste. Plus, I’ve been here before. I like it better here.”

… you’ve been here before, and Simon knew. He knew and he remembered.

The realisation must be showing on your face, because Simon clears his throat, diverting your attention. “I should probably let the others know you’re awake,” he says quietly, his warm hand still encasing yours.

“Yeah,” you respond with equal gentleness, “you probably should.”

But neither of you make any further effort to act on it.

The silence stretches on. You notice how his jaw is clenched again, and his shoulders seem to have tensed up. You, yourself, are not free of these symptoms either. Neither of you have forgotten why you’re here, yet neither of you are willing to delve into those memories just yet. But you should, right? For answers? For reassurance? You swallow a breath, steadying your thoughts.

“Help a girl sit up?” you ask with a wry smile, and with subtle hesitation, he does just that. Cautious hands propping up a stack of pillows behind your back for you to rest against. He’s careful not to disturb the IV tubes, nor the nasal cannula you have become annoyingly aware of. You mutter your thanks and receive a nod in response.

When he retreats, he doesn’t move far, but he doesn’t take your hand again. The lack of his warmth bothers you more than you'd care to admit.

“You’re smart enough to know what comes next, right?” you ask, attempting to keep a light tone. "What I'm about to ask you?"

“I know.”

You press your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“... did you mean it? What you said? When I…”

You take a breath, holding it for three seconds, before exhaling. When you almost died. When he thought you died.

There’s no need to clarify what you are referring to. It’s been weighing on both of you for a long, long time, though neither of you were keen to bring it up. Perhaps out of fear to change what you had, or maybe it was the risk of losing it all together.

But it was always there.

“I still do,” he says carefully, pausing briefly to gather his thoughts. “And I almost lost you for it.”

“Simon-”

He interrupts you, rising from his chair in a sudden movement. “I don’t know if I can go through that again.” He's not sure of what to do, and that frightens him, but losing you frightens him more.

Muscle pains be damned, you attempt to sit up straighter, reaching for him. You can’t risk losing him, not when he’s this close. “You don’t think it’s worth trying? I love you, Simon, I’d… I’d like for us to try.” Your hand is weakly gripping the sleeve of his hoodie. Should he wish to, he could easily walk out the room… but he doesn’t. Quietly, he settles down again, easing your fingers apart to hold your hand once more. Silence builds between you again, growing so palpable that it almost feels oppressive.

“Alright,” he says.

“Alright?”

“I’d… like for us to try, too.”

You sigh in obvious relief, carefully falling back into the pillows stacked behind your back. “I can’t believe you made me go through that in a hospital cot,” you mutter, “what kind of boyfriend does that?” Your attempts at easing the atmosphere are appreciated, and Simon eagerly takes the hook you’re offering.

“The ones’ who’s girlfriends die in their arms.”

“We weren’t dating back then, and secondly, I didn’t die fully.”

“You look like it, though,” he quips back with a fuller smile, more than eager to forget the intensity of the previously exchanged words.

“You’re such a—”

The banter between the two of you comes as natural as breathing, and it’s a welcoming feeling. One you’ve missed. This is not the end of your conversation, of course, but neither of you are ready for it just yet.

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toruvi · 7 months

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Umm this is the result of seeing jjk manga spoilers for ch 234 so maybe don't read if you don't want to know what happens lol

anyways this is just actor au fluff for gojo to cope bc canon doesn't exist to me

“Have you seen this?” You shove your phone in front of Satoru’s face, he blinks several times to adjust to the light of your screen.

“Hmmmmm? What’s this? Fanart?”

“It’s the manga, Toru. That’s your character.”

“Oh, shit! They actually did it?!” He laughs, tugging the phone out of your hand to scroll through the feed. “Wow. Think I’ll finally get the fangirls off me when this happens in the show?”

You snort, falling down right into the spot on the couch next to him. His legs take up most of the space, so you sit criss-cross, your knee pushing against his thigh. On instinct, Satoru’s arm drapes over the back of the couch and taps your shoulder playfully. You don’t turn, much too used to his antics over the years. Luckily, Suguru’s warned you of that trick years ago.

“Absolutely not. If anything, it’ll get worse.”

“Oh well~ Guess you gotta deal with more competition then, huh?” He taps your shoulder again, raising an eyebrow with his taunting question. You smack his arm gently and he pouts.

“Don’t even joke about that!” You say as you lean lightly on the bicep behind you. “But seriously, almost cried just reading that crap. I know it’s not you–”

His head tilts, those deep blue eyes softening in their gaze. “It’s not real, either—”

“I know, but sometimes… You think of the what-ifs, you know?”

Satoru huffs. “Why think of the what-ifs? I’m right in front of your pretty face, you don’t need to think about that.”

He scoots himself closer to you, toying with the tag that’s poking out of the back of your shirt. As you inhale and sigh, his faint scent whiffs around you. It’s him, he’s there. Sure, it’s a silly think to think about. But sometimes, your brain likes to wander into hypotheticals. What if that was all real? If he did end up…no. Satoru’s right, it’s not something you should even entertain.

“Hey, hey,” he chides gently, giving a small peck on your cheek to bring you back. “Pay attention to me, before I gotta go to work.”

You pinch his cheek and give it a pat. “No, how dare you die.”

“It’s not even me in there!”

“Well technically you’re the guy in the show–so!!”

“Pfft, you’re being so dramatic. That crap won’t even happen in the show for what–years? And just don’t watch that when it comes.” Satoru’s semi-reassurances mildly help. Though, what’s more convincing is how he’s slowly pulling you into his lap more and more.

“You’re right, your acting sucks anyway.”

He makes a noise in mock offense, arms wrapping around you completely, “Take that back, right now!”

“No!”

You land right on his thighs as he yanks you the rest of the way. “If you don’t take it back and tell me I’m the greatest actor in the world…”

His fingers land on your sides, tracing up and down the curve of your hips. You shiver as they briefly tease under the hem of your shirt. He leans up to kiss the other cheek, then your jaw.

Your eyes close, biting back a smile to refuse acknowledging how much you enjoy his loving touches–even if they tend to start riling you up at a certain point.

But before you stray too far, he murmurs in your ear, “...I’m gonna start tickling you ‘til you do.”

And before you can react to this “threat”, he’s ghosting your fingers along your skin and coaxing the giggles out from your chest. And though you try to fight him off, he’s just too damn strong!

“Toru–! Please! Haha…! I-I can’t…!!”

“I can’t, I can’t! Tooooru, spare me~” He mocks you, a shit-eating grin spread across his slightly glossy lips. “Tell me I’m the greatest actor in the world and I’ll let you go.”

“Fuck you–hahah please!!” You try to wriggle away and tumble off his lap, but it only results in you landing on your back and him crawling ontop of you. You beg, unable to abide by his request through the attacks of his dextrous hands. And he’s just smiling, chuckling with an amused glint in his eyes, hardly shadowed by the white strands of his hair.

If you weren’t struggling so much with the tickling, you’d have half a mind to admire him a bit more like this.

When he notices the tears in your eyes, he offers the smallest amount of mercy. You try to take advantage, grabbing at his wrists weakly to try to push them away. Unfortunately, he’s managed to pin your hands down at the sides of your head instead.

“Tell me I’m the best, just say it and you’ll be spared,” he smirks, satisfied by this position. You admit defeat, lest he end up with another onslaught of tickling that you don’t think you can handle.

“Fine. You’re the best.”

“That’s better,” he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips.

You speak up again as his mouth is inches from yours, “The best at being annoying.”

Satoru laughs–a low, gentle chuckle that stirs something deep in your chest. It’s not the obnoxious ones like he does when he’s messing around with Suguru, or teasing Utahime. Or the ones you hear in his TV show, it feels real, genuine. Cause with you, he’s not acting. You return his smile as he kisses you again.

“Good enough for me,” he murmurs against your lips.

#hi yell at me if this needs a readmore idk #gjhfdgjkdg #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk manga spoilers #dont @ me if he's ooc please i dont have as muc h experience writing him compared to levi lol #drabbles

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