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dutchess-of-fear · 6 months
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Baking Chocolate Chip Cookies
Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader
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You are best known for your desserts, you are known for your mousse cakes, chocolate soufflé, lava cakes anything you would think of.
And today Luffy and Usopp wants you make Chocolate Chip Cookies, it's quite simple for you to make actually so you would be finished in no time,
As you began making the dough, the leading chef of the Going Merry had came out of nowhere in the kitchen, "pardon madame would you like some help?" Sanji smiled as he take off his tailor coat and rolled up his sleeves,
"I mean sure Sanji but I am nearly finished, Luffy really wanted Chocolate Chip Cookies" as I finished making the dough and placing each one on the baking tray, Sanji got out another bowl and extra ingredients, "well once that Luffy had some cookies you know he would want more" I nodded in agreement and smiled,
Sanji is the recent member of the straw hat crew, he had his eyes on Nami ever since he met her at the Baratie where he worked in fron what you heard as you stayed behind to keep an eye on the ship, you find Sanji quite a gentleman, and it had became less stressful working in the kitchen since Sanji came round,
After a while you two became close friends, as you and Sanji beganto hang out together at more, which make your crush for him even stronger that you couldn't deny the attraction of him,
Once you knew the cookies were finished you took them out of the oven as you placed all the cookies on a plate as Sanji began making the dough, but once he started the electric whisk and all the flour had splashed over on you and Sanji,
I gasped as Sanji immediately stopped the whisker as he looked over the both of us, I couldn't help but laugh softly, Sanji looked so messy from the flour as it got all over his shirt, and his face and his fringe was completely covered in flour as Sanji realised how ridiculous he looked,
He softly shook his head all the while chuckling, you walked up to Sanji with a cloth as you cleaned his perfect hair, face and clothes, "in all my years between cooking and baking, that had never happened to me" he spoke as he looked at me while I cleaned him up,
"well, no matter how much of a pro we both are at cooking there will be some mistakes that would happened" I said as I smiled towards him, to which he looked slightly away, blushing as he try to hide the small smile on his face,
"You know madame, you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen" he said as I felt my face began to blush, Sanji always knows what to say to make me go completely blushing like mad and my thoughts goes crazy,
"you are the most handsome man I have ever met" I blurted out as I covered my mouth as my face became red like a tomato as Sanji looked over to me with shocked to what he heard as his face became slightly pink,
I looked away completely embarrassed as I knew I ruined our friendship but to my surprise Sanji came round and place a hand under my chin making me look up to him, as his eyes filled with love for you,
You melted under his gaze as he leaned forward as our lips connected together, you relish in the feeling of his lips on you, after you two kiss you both looked at each other and smiled softly, "so does that mean we're a couple" I said quietly,
Sanji brushed some of your hair out of your face as he brush his hand over your cheek gently "Oh I am so happy to finally call you my girlfriend" he answered kissing my forehead as I closed my eyes softly,
You then heard shuffling in the kitchen breaking the moment you two have together,
Sanji and you glanced over and seen Luffly and Usopp stealing the cookies that you have made, they immediately noticed that they had been caught as they stumbled as they rushed out of the kitchen stealing a couple of cookies on the way,
You laughed at how mayhem they had made as they completely messed the kitchen in there wake, as Sanji grumbled before going after them, "hey you two come back here and clean up the mess you made!" You shook you head as you slowly followed Sanji knowing fully well, that it be a while to find them two cookie thief's
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Incarnadine
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Pero Tovar x Fem Reader
summary: This time, Pero finds you in the bath. Follows Watercolor and Repose.
warnings: MINORS BEGONE. 18+ content. Literally just smut. Reader is a blank slate.
word count: 6k.
A/N: to my queen beta @ezrasbirdie and @pedrorascal my fellow Pero lover.
MASTERLIST // AO3
incarnadine: (n.) a bright crimson or pinkish-red color; (v.) to color (something) a bright crimson or pinkish-red.
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It has been too long since you’ve had time to steal away for yourself. You spend it by taking a long-overdue bath.
With the dryness of the season, the bathgirl suggests pouring a cup and a half of oatmeal into the tub to keep your skin smooth. The two of you gossip while she helps you bring the water pails to your room.
On her final trip, she appears with a wooden chalice of red wine. There are some barrels she and the cook have squirreled away for such an occasion, and so she skips off with a childish giggle, leaving you to your bath.
The steam and the wine make you sleepy, and so your mind wanders.
It is a blessing to be off your feet, and to simply soak.
The oatmeal makes the water milky, and you play your hands through it, making it ripple and swell with waves. Your skin practically sighs at the lubrication of the oatmeal in the water, and your hands especially, which have become dry and cracked with all your painting and multiple washings.
Across the room, your eyes fall upon a sheet hanging on the wall. It hides a very precious treasure underneath—a fresco-secco.
The mural is a recreation of the tavern and inn, complete with the local characters who pass through, a few regulars sprinkled in, the cook, the innkeeper, but most importantly you are adding the one they call the Spaniard.
Having practiced his profile for many moons in charcoals, you have rendered Pero Tovar exactly in your mural. Though he is painted mostly in dark colorings, there are hints of light—the shine of silver fastenings on his armor, a russet that makes his eyes opaque, and the daintiest touches of yellow tawny have been applied to the color of his skin where the sun strikes him.
But the portrait is incomplete.
You have run out of red.
It consumes you.
Blood. Muscle. Sinew and clay.
Roses, amaryllis, carnations, and poinsettia. Poppies in springtime. Radishes plucked from the earth.
A ripe tomato just before it is cut up and dropped into stew. Beets that stain your hand and the knife. Meat before it is cooked on the stove.
Mother used to mix madder and woad to dye wool a shade of dark red; you can make a similar mixture but you have no way to procure supplies without taking a half-a-day’s walk to the neighboring town’s market.
Hematite would be better—a mineral compound that when mixed with lead white, a subtle pink is born.
The rarefied pink of a scab from a wound, long healed.
The blush of a lover.
A light rapping at your bedroom door has your thoughts thinning as smoke. Assuming it to be the bothersome bathgirl, back again with more wine, you call out—“Enter!”
Without turning your head, you hold your cup aloft in a silent directive for her to refill it, and a warm hand wraps loosely around your wrist. You hear the wine being poured, but it is a rough voice that speaks to you:
“You feel good, huh?”
With a gasp that slices the air as thin and piercing as a knife, you wrench your arm away, sending the wine cup to the floor, sloshing into a red, red puddle upon the floor. 
A smiling pair of eyes greets you. Brown. Deep and dark and true. Not a hint of light escapes them. The very molten brown ones of the very man you’d been daydreaming about.
Pero Tovar.
It has been far too long since your last meeting with him—you took great pleasure in that one—but his visits are too short to your liking. He never spends more than one night, and he leaves before the sun comes up.
“What are you—?”
You do not finish it, falling off into a mouse-like squeak because he stands in his lightweight chainmail tunic, the dark gray linen shirt beneath it, and outfitted in his usual array of weapons strapped to his back, smelling of the horse stables and human musk.
He is thoroughly dirty.
You’ve never found him more attractive. Your body spikes with heat, all too aware how vulnerable and naked you are in front of this man.
In another twist, you notice that his arm sling is now gone. His shoulder has healed in the time since his last visit.
“Ángel, what a waste of wine,” he remarks to the spillage on the floor.
The burgundy liquid has melted into the wooden floors, creating a stain that irks like a blood clot.
“You are here!”
“I am.” Those eyes, they gleam with silent laughter. His lips crook upward into his telltale smirk, but then seem to pause, reconsidering, and he sobers.
“I was eating supper in the tavern and you were not at your station, I feared something was amiss, and you were ill,” he says stonily. “So imagine my surprise to find you are merely in the bath.”
He squints, pointedly, at the milky water, and the metal tub taking up residence in your otherwise small quarters.
“The innkeeper has gone to see his mother and the cook gave me the day off,” you tell him, adding, warily: “You shouldn’t be here.”
Unworried, he sets the wine jug upon the table and takes stock of your private room. He sifts through the jars of pigments on the table, sees the workstation where you have your easel and brushes drying. There are sticks of charcoal idling, and he rifles through the blank stacks of that cheap parchment for sketching, peeks into the jugs of water and a basket of chicken eggs to assist in making tempura. Disappointment sears across his features, marking double lines between his brows as he finds no trace of what he seeks.
“But where are your paintings?” he asks. “I wish to see them.”
You betray yourself. For your eyes glance hurriedly over to the mock-up of the sheet on the far wall underneath the window.
Hunter-like Pero tracks it and points at the sheet with one of his dirty fingers before making his way over.
“N-no, wait!” You declare, embarrassed, but you are unable to physically restrain him in your state. “It is not done. Pero! Wait!”
He does not care for your protestations. His hand is already forming a fist around the cloth.
“What is behind this?” he asks, eyes full with trouble.
“Don’t, Pero! It is not what you think,” you say, pressing against the side of the tub and reaching your arms long out in front of you as if you could try to grab him.
Too late. With a rough yank, he pulls the sheet down to uncover what lies beneath.
There it stands, in all its glory—your work of art. The fresco shines upon the wall. There are the familiar silhouettes from the tavern, and, featured prominently, is the Spaniard himself, with his own lovingly drawn visage front and center.
Speechless, he stares. You shrink further into the tub’s warm waters with a meek groan of humiliation.
“It is me,” he merely states.
His shoulders are slackened, his hands hang limply at his sides. The dark hair you washed a few weeks ago is growing quickly, already forming small curls that float around his ears, and it is with the large paw of his hand that he scratches the base of his neck. He is dirty, but you witness splotches of a carnal bloom creeping upwards on the vulnerable skin peeking between the collar of his armor and his hairline, and the bit of neck behind his ears.
You are prepared to sink your head under the water fully should he give you an answer you do not want to hear.
“I—” Pero pauses, with a shy turn to you, beholding you in the bath.
His wordless appreciation colors and stains the very air as he steps closer and bends to inspect the paints. Close enough his breath skates across the lacquered colors.
“You are good,” he says, awed. “Very good. But where is the rest?”
For the portrait bleeds off, his painted figure stops short of the torso. His shoulders end with no arms. There is no scar but a thin line you drew with pencil to designate its placement, and his lips are rendered far too pale and flat to your liking.
“I have not finished it.” Your lack of courage keeps your voice hardly more than a whisper. Makes your grip on the tub rim all the more firmly. “I have no more red.”
Pero takes slow, measured steps towards you. His is an intimidating, striking figure—all his chainmail, the thick leather bracers on his forearms, the long suffering grimace.
A predator slowly approaching his prey.
It stirs something ancient and primal in you. A crimson-heart beating, red blood coursing through you.
But before he gets closer, and with great deliberation, he unbuckles the leather strap around his torso, drops the strap at his hip and loosens two more on his back. The weapons, sharp and deadly, are lowered to lie inert upon the ground, and though you are sure he could wreck violence in many ways without the need of them, you do not fear he dare hurt you.
Pero perches, the metal and armor clicks as he sits on the rim of the linen-lined tub, and his fingers dip into the waters of your bath. Testing it. When his gaze meets yours though, it is with a touch of whimsy.
“I think,” he begins, “you have been playing coy with me, no? You have missed me?”
You do not deign that with a reply, though your face is on fire.
His lips upend into a pout and he clicks his tongue at you, as if punishing a pet or a child for misbehaving while his fingers swirl in an idle pattern in the water.
“Admit it, ángel.”
Growing modest, you hike your knees as close as you can to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs. The bath water covers you, but not nearly enough. Pero can easily take in the outline of your form floating underneath.
“I am not a virtuous man,” he professes with all seriousness.
“How so,” you counter.
“I have been a thief in my time, did you know that?”
This you did not, and it surprises you. Looking closer, there are remnants of the scarring on his wrists from whatever chains bound him, they burn scarlet to your discerning eye. A common punishment for thievery is to cut off entire hands, you are grateful he has been spared even that.
It cannot be that his are the same hands—a thief’s hand—that swirls in the bath now, so close to you, coaxing little waves to splash delicately around your timorous form.
Pero regards you closely. It is palpable, the heat of his stare—the way it lingers on the slope of your shoulders, dances over the contours of your face, takes in the way your skin glistens in the soft light.
Your lips part, opening in anticipation of what he is going to say next, because he fascinates you further, and your focus holds firm to him.
“That is the true face of the man you paint on your walls,” he says with some finality. Hurt creases the corner of his eyes, his greatest shame under the full light of day.
“Not the way I see it,” you reply. “Not the way I see you.”
Pero is not one to absorb compliments, preferring to brush them off him like oil over water. They do not sit easily with him. With you, he is a gentler creature, allowing himself a crack of vulnerability. Not be one who is so guarded, so defensive.
Whatever torments in his past molest him, they dive quickly back into slumber. The facade breaks and he lets forth a small chuckle, wholly enamored.
“Should we ask the bathgirl to haul a second tub in here?” he asks, half-joking. His brows furrow as he considers it. Then, he stands, a decision made up in his mind. “Or we can save her the trip,” he adds.
One by one his clothing comes off. The arm bracers are dropped unceremoniously. He unclasps the belts at his weight and lefts the chainmail over his head in one cleanly-rendered show of agility.
If he’s trying to make you laugh, he is only halfway successful. The laugh that hums through your nose is stopped short. “What are you doing?” you huff.
Pero already has one boot off and is tugging the other one, and his linen shirt is slinking over his scruffy head. Two clunks are his boots falling over, a hush as the shirt joins it. Partway naked, he stands upright, tugging at the laces to his breeches.
There is a certain hunger to him when he catches you looking.
“Since I am already here,” he remarks with a shrug.
A tug and the breeches loosen, falling down his thighs, helped by his hands, and before you can utter a yelp, he scrambles to join you in the hot water, fully dunking himself under the opalish waters beside you.
It sloshes over the rim, wetting up your floors and you cannot contain your shrieks of laughter. His dark hair floats at the surface. A strange halo at the top of the water before he re-emerges, shaking out the water from his locks. A wet dog, soapy and happy.
“Look what you have done,” you cry out.
The round tub is big enough for the both of you, but it is still a tight fit. Your limbs keep knocking against each other.
Pero scrubs his dirt-riddled face with his hands, mussing up his hair in the process, and with a sigh he spreads his arms and relaxes back against the circular rim, looking at you down the length of his eyelashes as he stretches his neck backwards.
“Tranquilo, ángel.”
“You made me lose the soap,” you chide flicking water droplets at him. Before you can continue with a riposte about men making a mess of things, large hands grab at your hips, and weightless as you are in the water, you are dragged towards him.
“This is better,” he says when you are settled between his parted knees. His hands trail up your sides, pulling you closer and enticing you to sit with your legs around his torso.
Your lips twist. Somewhere decorum has abandoned you, drowned into the depths of the tub; it lies beside the bar of soap.
“Much better,” he purrs.
You are now front-to-front. Less than an arm’s length between you.
His thighs frame your form, and there is definitely heat in the air between you both, but you flick more water at his smirking face.
Something floats past your leg under the water, and your hands latch around. Triumphant, you pick it up.
At last, the bar of soap is discovered.
“Come,” Pero gestures for it, “I will wash you, ángel.”
So you spin, offering the man your back and Pero lathers the soap between his hands, being sure to make them all clean before he sets them upon your back. He applies with some pressure, enough to coax your muscles into relaxation as he washes you. With gentleness, he does your shoulders, rubbing in smooth circular patterns from your neck to your mid back, getting all those hard to reach places.
Folding your arms loosely over your chest, you let him touch you in places you’ve only dreamed of. There must be some sin in it.
Yet, how can there be?
The ritual feels sacred, treasured. A series of locked doors having opened between you both, showing your true colors to each other.
As he bathes you, Pero talks about any and all—his days of heavy travel, the temperament of the men he lives and works beside, including his master. He speaks, his tone clipped, answering in short and direct when you pepper him with questions of the outside world, the one beyond this village and the walls of this tavern. In turn, you share village gossip, the movements of the King’s troops moving to the frontlines, the threat of more war on the horizon, the many languages you have heard spoken in the tavern suggests a vast movement of people through these parts, fleeing wars, disease, and famine.
It’s all so far away from the tranquil room with its bath and rosewater soap.
Pero retrieves the pail of fresh water at the foot of the tub and the soap lathered into your skin washes easily off you. The sensation of fresh water tipping over your shoulders and down your back and breasts makes you gasp and tiny hairs on your body stand on end. A shiver travels, wickedly, down lower than your hips, tickles along your backside.
“What do you need to finish it?” His breath washes over you, making you drown all over again. Scarlet in the air.
Your painting, he means.
“Oh, something to make you red,” you say with a sigh, teasing him with a not so virginal glance over your shoulder.
“I am not red.”
The twisted expression he makes sends you into laughter.  He is so, dumbfoundedly, serious. Offended even. 
Pero pouts further at you. “What did I say? What!”
You laugh harder.
“I am not red,” he rebuffs. “You would paint me that way?”
The bath water slips higher as you sink underneath it more. Pero—poor confused Pero—grabs your waist, thinking you will slip all the way under and swallow half the bathwater, and gathers you, laughing still, into his arms.
“Mi ángel, what did I say, eh?” A small chuckle sputters past his lips, and he glows with a kind of ruby affection as he stares at you, collecting yourself from your giggles.
“Ah, but let me show you,” you tell him, smiling impishly and crowding into his lap in the tub. The first passing brush of your naked breasts to his chest brings the two of you to patient stillness, limbs entangled, nearly breathless, with little space between you now.
“But I see red here.” You trace the line of his scar down his roguish face. “And these.” Your fingers drag down the scruffy patch of his cheek to touch the arch of his lips.
“You have a little red here,” you say, and witness the hollow of his throat, bobbing when he swallows at the gentle caress your fingers make upon it.
“There is red under here,” you say, drawing your palms over the planes of his chest, bringing attention to the gallop of his beating heart.
For, Pero is delighted when he picks up on the flirtatious game you are playing. “Where else?” he purrs, letting your hands wander lower and lower. His gaze grows more heated and something, something eager and red, nudges the underside of your fleshy thigh where it is draped over his lap.
“I need a special pigment,” you tell him. “To make this color I desire.”
“And you cannot make red otherwise?”
A shake of your head.
“Ah, sí, ángel. Let us say, I will assist you, no? To find this special red for you,” says Pero, a promising arch to the point of his brow.
That piques you. “Oh?”
The fingers of your right hand dance along his belly, very slowly you stretch them out, downwards, until they graze over the scruff of his pubic hair. You rake your nails through it, sending a hiss to eke through Pero’s clenched jaw.
His cock would grow to greet the swell of his lower belly if it wasn't trapped by the press of your thigh. So your nails abrade through his pubic hair, teasing, not quite touching where he wants you the most.
“Would you help me?” You flutter your lashes at him.
It really is too easy. Pero’s breathing has grown heavier. “Sí, sí. But what do I get in return?”
“Mhm,” you pretend to mull it over. Your hands moving away from his body; Pero leans towards you, hurt that your advances have stopped far too soon. “My eternal gratitude,” you finally say.
With that, you take hold of his clean hand and bring it between your legs. With slackened jaws and stuttered breaths, you draw the tips of his fingers through your folds, letting him feel the magic of how they slide so easily open at the faintest of touches. You hold him to your warm center, teasing around the entrance of your cunt, letting him part your folds, and show him where you are already slick with want.
“Feel that?” you breathe.
He nods, in a trance. All cocky pretense is banished and those rosy lips part, caught in the spell of a promise of your velvet walls clutching him. You nearly keen at the soft caress of his calloused fingers at your most sensitive parts, and have to bite down on your bottom lip.
“My gratitude.” You let your mouth hang close to his, daring him to seek forth a kiss. “Is this what you want?”
The tip of his finger penetrates you, just to his first knuckle, sending both of you gasping. The water, grown tepid, trembles around you. Pero’s other hand is at your hip—a stiff claw digging into your flesh.
“You want this, no?” You allow him to ease his finger deeper, feeling how your cunt gives around him. “Do you?”
Pero nods frantically. “Sí—yes, ángel. I do,” he says, when he remembers he can speak, letting his finger shallowly thrust in and out of you.
“Then take it. And have me.”
He slides his finger out fully, only to reenter you with two. They sink all the way to the knuckle.
Your eyes clamp shut at the suddenness of his intrusion and, thus, must temper your breathing. He stills them, lets you adjust though you have given him free rein to continue. With a sigh you lean back, arching to give him a peek of your breasts. At the sight of your nipples breaching the water’s opalescent surface, Pero silently snarls possessively. He’s practically drooling, eyes sparkling, with his arm snaking between your legs.
His fingers move deftly, plunging and curving inside you to fit his palm over your mound. He grinds it into you, letting you seek relief in sweet friction.
You’re too flustered to make noise, biting down on your lip instead, and Pero watches. Always watches.
“Let me hear you, let me hear how sweet you sound,” he cajoles you.
A small soft moan escapes then, and then another. A light gasp, a shuddering breath. Pero pulls entirely new languages out of you.
It’s not a lot for you to be taken apart like this. You’ve desired this man for so long and to have him, where he’s all yours, letting those artful fingers work their magic and reach places inside you you’ve only dreamed about, stolen away in rushed moments on dark nights.
His other hand lightly touches your knee, urging you to spread your legs further until the confines of the tub prevent you. He lifts himself, towers over you, bracing himself on the rim and watching you writhe under him. Droplets fell from his hair, his shoulders glistening with his skin dewy like a fresh spring morn. Broad and strong. More filled out than the last time you saw him, suggesting a more steady flow of meals and exercise.
Your hand falls to his chest, your fingers gliding between his rib, over his heart.
Softly, you moan his name, and his thumb makes a circle around the swollen nub between your folds.
His cock leaks, bright red, it peeks above the water, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.
“Pero,” you whisper again. His gaze lifts from your heaving bosom to find your eyes and you are surprised by the marks of tenderness. Watching you is decadent to him, he cannot quite believe he has you, under him, inside you.
“Say it again,” he tells you.
His name.
So you do, again and again, and his fingers corkscrew, brushing upon your most sensitive parts. A rush of blood through your ears blocks out any noise and your head falls back as your body is seized with splendor.
When you come to, you are facing the ceiling, your neck resting on the rim of the tub, and Pero cuts into your vision. Cradling your head and bringing you, supple and boneless, surging into his lap. His lips find yours, swallowing down your breath. You cling to him, your mercenary, your former thief. This grumpy man, handy with a sword, and even handier with your body.
His kiss is not wasted. You know how much he longs for you with every caress of his lips, the brushing of his tongue. He intends to make good on many things, though hardly one to savor what is presented before him, he takes exception with you.
You are his crown jewel. Far holier than anything he ever claimed to steal.
His hands caress down your back, and he holds your buttocks firmly.
His.
When you both catch your breath, you do not stray from each other. Foreheads resting, noses grazing.
“We should get out of this tub,” he suggests. Amusement colors his tone, and you can tell he smiles—that crooked one that holds such a tender place in your heart.
“Mhm, my bed will be more forgiving,” you say.
Neither of you move.
Your body feels heavy and light at the same time. Lightheaded, you are grateful for the way he holds you close to him, fearing you shall slip completely under the waters if it were not for him. Warmth seeps through every pore, a strange indulgence with mystical origins.
Pero’s shaggy hair cards easily through your fingers. The bridge of his nose bumps playfully at your chin. For a man of such shadowy depth, he is endearing. It brings an unbidden smile to your lips.
His cock is trapped once more under your thigh, and you feel it twitch so eagerly. With one more final passionate kiss, a marriage of your lips that ends too quickly, you rise out of the tub, and Pero in tow.
There is only one towel with which to dry off, and you make quick use of it before Pero is snapping it out of your hands to dry his hair with it. So while Pero makes his rumpled hair all the more rumpled, you take hold of the base of his cock. As if it were a lead rope, you take him to your bed.
If the man was hungry for you before, he is all the more famished now. He is all bright, jewel-toned color, eye-catching and gut-stirring.
Neither of you seem to mind how much water drips onto the floor from your bodies.
The mattress is a welcome comfort for your back as you fall upon it, with Pero once more, hungrily, atop you. Taking hold of your wrists, he guides them over your head, kissing your mouth, your jaw, the arch of your neck. He inhales you deeply—soap, rosewater, oatmeal, wine, and you.
Your legs are already parting around him and as Pero presses his weight into you his cock finds the soft landing of your belly.
“I cannot wait anymore,” you whine.
You think you shall die if he is not inside you.
“I want to know your taste first, ángel.” He nips at your jaw, under your ear.
You buck into him, your hands useless as fists above you, held by his grip. A small squeeze upon them—a wordless stay. Then, he is slinking down your body. Your breasts hold his attention for some time. He can cup them easily and mouths between them, as two fruits for him to devour. He sucks on your nipples, plays and kneads your breasts in his large hands, and buries his face between them.
You are clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled once more by this man, and while you enjoy the affection he openly lathers on you, you have other concerns.
“Pero, don’t make me beg,” you say.
His mouth is too full of your breast for him to answer.
You wiggle up against him, your bodies are not quite dry, so slip and slide. If you could, you’d flip him onto his back, but when you move your hips, it is futile.
“Pero.” It’s embarrassing how much he makes you howl.
There’s the lightest touch of his teeth on your breast, a remark about patience and your lack of it. Then Pero’s dark head rises from your chest and his hands roam down your body.
“If I were to take you now, I would not last long, so let me enjoy you,” he admonishes. His broad shoulders make room between your thighs, he lets your legs drape over him, and he stares at your cunt, slick and swollen with want.
He licks each thumbpad, then gently parts your folds. You could cry, and nearly do, sobbing at the way his breath ghosts over your center. Pero makes a rich, desirous noise of appreciation. It makes you shudder and clamp a hand over your mouth.
“None of that, ángel,” Pero says, planting a chaste kiss on your mound. “I want to hear you, yes? So all who pass by your door will know you have a man in your bed.”
The taunt burns, and you fist your bedsheets.
“I want to remember you like this,” he says, pressing his lips to your core. “Spread out for me—” another kiss along your folds and his mustache tickles “—so when I see you in my dreams, you are like this.”
It is still a shock, though you have been anticipating it for so long already, when his mouth is on you fully.
You have never had a man down on you like this before. Though you have heard the whores from the brothel talk of this kind of pleasure, of how easy it is to teach men how to lick and suck and eat cunt, of how good it feels once it is complete, and how the man’s chins shine with woman’s juices.
Pero is already a man fixated on what he puts in his mouth, and with your cunt he is no stranger. The hair on his chin and cheeks scrape at your inner thighs as his tongue delves into your hole. You gasp and shout, keening little noises of encouragement that make Pero growl into your cunt and grind into the bedsheets. He is an avid lover, and an even quicker student of your body, knowing where to put his lips to get you to make more noise.
The sound of your slick makes your ears burn, as wet and wanting for his greedy mouth. You are going to come again, your toes are already twisting, your legs trembling around his ears.
Just when you think you are going to tip over the edge, Pero sits up. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and crawls up to you.
“Take me,” you say to him, breathless and agitated, “take me already.”
His kiss tastes of you, and you cradle his face, rubbing the grainy sandpaper hair on his jaw under your thumbs. He aligns his cock to be notched at your entrance. He holds the base of his cock, neck angled to watch the bulbous head slip through your folds, gathering slick.
The first breach of his velvety smooth cock into your cunt has Pero cursing up a tempest. His resolve cracks further and he spears himself into you, letting his head fall forward until the hair at the crown of his head brushes your chest.
You are split open for him. It leaves you frozen even as your walls flutter around his cock and your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth.
Pero rocks his body, cleaving you in two. His cock drags through your tight walls, clinging to him. You can see your own essence leaving marks on him, before his cock disappears again inside you with a thrust that makes you both jerk up the bedsheets.
Your hands fall to his shoulders, his skin, a blend of red and gold and pink, and he kisses your breasts, uttering small reminders for you to breathe. When he lifts his chin, he is magnificent, all dark beauty in utter ruination.
You long to paint him like this, lit from within, face naked with carnal want. All pinned on you.
When your hand sweeps past his cheek to tuck a dark curl of hair behind his ear, he kisses your passing palm, his neck muscles straining.
Your bodies find a rhythm in a dance that only lovers know.
He speaks to you in a low soft voice with his lips hovering over yours. You catch snatches of phrases in his native tongue, of beauty and art, prayers and praise alike.
You are drawn so tightly, body so coiled, hanging on like a droplet waiting to fall. His cock drags along a spot inside you that has you seeing stars, and he angles his thrusts to hit upon there with every stroke. You feel down your body, warm with sweat and touch the spot where Pero’s lips were previously upon you.
It hits you in a way that catches you off guard. You go rigid, arching upwards, back nearly breaking at the sudden sharp angle. A guttural groan is lost in your throat and Pero swallows it, covering your open mouth with his to claim your noises for himself.
Your walls squeeze tighter around him even as you float back into your body.
“She does not want to let me go,” says Pero against your lips, and you are too dazed to reply.
He means your cunt, for every drag of his cock has her clutching him, luring him back into you.
Having wanted you for so long, Pero won’t last. At every meeting of his hips into the back of your thighs, he grows rougher, fucking you faster. The slap of skin-on-skin drowns out everything else and he grabs your hip to anchor himself, holding himself off your chest with the other. He watches your tits bounce, your flesh moving.
“Say my name,” he blurts out. “Say it.”
“Pero,” you say. “Pero, Pero—” Over and over, louder as he fucks you. “You have me, Pero.”
He falters, moving swiftly to draw his cock out at the last possible second because as soon as he leaves you empty, he finishes with a drawn out grunt. His seed lands on your mound, drips down your lips and splashes onto your navel. More drips down his fist as he jerks himself empty.
Exhausted, Pero falls into you, not caring that he smears his cum on your belly.
You stare at the ceiling, warmth and contentment blooming all over your body, spreading thoroughly outwards. Pero’s messy, damp hair is in your periphery and you idly weave your fingers through it, petting the wayward curls into some semblance of tidiness. His weight atop you is comforting, soon it will be too heavy to bear, but you are happy to have him so close for even a little longer.
His lips leave little kisses on your shoulder, lazy and languid, and you swear you hear his stomach grumble.
“Fall asleep, did you?” you ask, teasing your lips over the shell of his ear.
Pero makes an unintelligible grumble in reply, and you smile, a little smugly to yourself.
The flesh on his upper arm is blotchy from where you gripped him. Little indents made red by your nails pressing into him. Still, he makes no complaints about it.
Later, you will sneak into the kitchens and find a suitable meal for you both, find that indolent bathgirl, and you will tell her to send more buckets of fresh, hot water to your quarters.
Afterall, you and Pero will be needing yet another bath.
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miam0re · 9 months
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Overheard Fantasies | Honkai Star Rail
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Warning: Fantasies(mentions) of- Group Sex/Gang Bang, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Anal stuff, spanking, biting, deep throating, cum swallowing, more stuff i probably missed
Summary: And there you were with your best friends, talking about your fantasies of fucking the men you've met...who happen to be hearing your conversation from the other room
Pairings: Welt Yang, Jing Yuan, Gepard X Fem!Reader (together)
Mia's Notes: Yooo This was inspired by THIS ASK asked by @cxxmine lots of love for the ask!! I wanted to include whichever men i could but Im not too good with writing group stuff so I thought I'd write for 3! If you all like it then maybe I can write more owo but yep this is it for now, I hope you enjoy it mwah mwah Ps bold text is you talking and the normal text is their reaction
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“Oh, Mr.Yang? He’s such a dilf, ya know? Like I would totally spread my legs wide open for him-oh or maybe just sit on his face- and I just know that he’s got the most skilled tongue ever. Would I call him ‘daddy’? Absolutely yes. Would I start whoring out if he called me his dearest little one? You bet I would be an obedient girl for him while all the other guys watch me be good for him."
Your sweet Mr.Welt Yang coughs into his fist, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, imagining it accidentally bump against your clit while he eats you. Really, he wasn’t that much older than them in looks…but apparently, in your eyes, you considered him a ‘Daddy’. Maybe he would almost immediately get addicted to the taste of your leaking juices, lapping them up greedily the way he’s imagined so many times. Yes, he’d desire for you to be a good girl for him, he doesn’t have the time to tame you and discipline you. But maybe a few harsh bites to your thighs, leaving marks of his presence ought to do the trick. 
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“I’d let him play with my ass while I’m being eaten out by Welt. I just get this feeling that he has the biggest thing for asses like have you guys noticed how his eyes keep wandering down when I walk in front of him? And if you’re asking if I’d let him stuff my hole…perhaps. I bet he has a collection of toys. Yeah…I wanna use them. I would also shamelessly ride his fingers if he asked me to.”
He’s smiling to himself, a slight glimmer in his golden eyes with faint pink dusting his cheeks. You are quite the observant lass aren’t you? Seeing the way his eyes have been stealing glances at your plush ass. And since you’re so willing to permit him to have his way with you, maybe he would stuff you with one of the many plugs in his possession. All different shapes and sizes that will stimulate you till you’re convulsing and rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. If you’re good for him, maybe he’ll smack your butt to sear his touch into your skin for you to never forget. And if nothing else, he’s got his long slender fingers that he can thrust into your puckered up hole till you’re loose and prepared for his cock. 
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“Awww I’d love to see his face all flustered and red as he tries to keep his composed self. Definitely going to give him head in this situation. Kiss his pretty red tip and run my hands up and down his thick cock- you know he’s gotta be sporting a monster behind those pants with a body and adorable personality like that. Roll my tongue all over the length till he’s shaking and cumming on me.”
Oh my…oh dear…Gerard has gone as red as a tomato, covering his burning ears to cool them and try to not let any more of your vulgar thoughts corrupt his mind. But he’s already too far gone, imagining having your hair in a fist while pushing you down on his generous length, watching how you so professionally swallow it all up, hollowing your cheeks to vacuum around his hot dick. Oh god, he’s imagining the way you’ll drool all over him and then lick him base to tip to clean the saliva and precum. If you’ll go on looking at him with those dazed eyes, he might just shoot a heavy load down your throat, clutching the back of your neck to keep you in place as he bucks into you. 
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The three men accidentally make eye contact with each other, breaking the uncomfortable gaze and bouncing on their heels, hands in their pockets to adjust their growing boners. 
Will any of them make the first move to talk to you? I guess it’s up to March to decide how this plays out!!
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verahella · 6 months
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♡ 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 — 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ♡
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it was nine pm on a sunday night and you were not ready to deal with an emotional, drunk sorcerer laying on your couch. you look back down at the note in your hand, which you had found stapled to a stumbling gojo’s jacket on your doorstep.
you can take him back. we never want him over again. love, nanami and geto.
you sigh, crumpling up the paper and throwing it into the dustbin. like the past ten minutes, satoru immediately whines your name the moment you’re gone from his vision.
“i’m coming, you man-child.” you grumble, going to the kitchen. like a pacified baby, your boyfriend’s yells quieten when he sees you and he smiles bashfully at you from the couch.
you pick up a pan, placing it in the stove. heating the stove, you go to the fridge in search of eggs. you know satoru gets incredibly hungry after he’s turned sober so you hope to minimise the amount of food that giant intakes by feeding him beforehand. you crack an egg into the frying pan when a pair of arms wrap themselves around you. satoru settles his face into the crook of your neck, humming quietly.
“‘missed you.”
“you were gone for two hours.”
“two whole hours without your presence right beside me? i’d rather be cut in half.” he slurs his words, planting a plethora of kisses on your skin.
you laugh quietly, flipping the pan. “okay, drama queen.“
the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, you shuffling around every once in a while to get ingredients while satoru clings onto your back like a koala, stealing kisses from you.
after a few minutes, you settle on the couch, handing him the plate of food. he shakes his head, putting it aside as he buries his head into your lap. you thread your hand through his hair, scratching at it gently, “is something wrong?”
satoru sighs, turning to look up at you. his eyes have turned glossy and his nose red. his lips have curled into a soft pout. it’s time for the emotional outburst.
“i just love you so much.” he wails, hugging your stomach.
you stifle a laugh, “is that so?”
“this isn’t funny. i’m being serious.”
“so am i, sweetheart. that is a grave mistake indeed.”
satoru frowns at you, leaning in and bumping his nose into yours. “it is. i love you so much that sometimes i feel like my heart is about to burst from it’s seams. and i don’t want it to but i also don’t want to stop loving you. i want to keep loving you till the end of our days and after that too. because just seeing you and knowing you chose me to spend your life with and experience all that…nothing is a greater gift.”
you don’t think you can say anything more romantic after his drunken ramble that so you don’t. you hold him gently, kissing away his frown. “you could become a poet, ‘toru.”
he tilts his head, thinking. “i was thinking a singer. because then i can serenade you while you throw tomatoes at me.”
you laugh at his sudden mood change. “how about we just get you to bed, hm? you can serenade me tomorrow.”
he’s too tired to refuse, so he simply nods, curling around you. he falls asleep in seconds while you stay awake, heart beating from his confession throughout the night.
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Carpe Noctem 21
Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)
Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.
Part of The Club AU
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As you come home, the house is seemingly empty. You sneak up to the guest room and tuck your bag beside the bed, your apron buried inside. After a long day of steaming milk and trying to perfect your latte art, you don’t have the energy to reveal the truth. It’s better he doesn’t know. He’d agree, he probably doesn’t even care.
That’s your real problem. You just need to accept that other people don’t care as much as you. That’s not a flaw in you, it just means you need to adjust your expectations. Or maybe just see things for what they are. Honesty would save you a lot of disappointment.
You go downstairs and lazily pluck out ingredients from the pantry and fridge. You always found cooking relaxing. A clear goal with small steps. Not to mention, the kitchen is much bigger than your boxy apartment. You’ll enjoy the luxury while you can.
You fill the pot and the aromas mingle fragrantly, tugging at your stomach. Even after tasting nearly every dessert in the cafe, you’re starving. You stir the mixture and open the bag of tortilla chips nestled away in the cupboard.
“Don’t eat those all,” Lloyd startles you.
You look at him over your shoulder, “won’t. They’re just to go with the soup.”
“Soup?” He glances at the stove and you pull down two bowls.
“Tortilla soup. My specialty.”
“Really? I was just going to order from The Duke.”
“That’s expensive,” you say, “there’ll be lots of leftovers so–”
“Leftovers?”
“Save some money–”
“Not really something I’m worried about, baby cakes,” he crosses the kitchen and sniffs emphatically at the stove, “tomato-ey.”
“Well, if you don’t like it, I can freeze it. I’ll take it for lunch–”
“Why are you doing this?” He asks abruptly.
“Why am I… cooking?”
“Yes.”
“Well, because we need to eat,” you say as if it’s obvious.
“We? You’re… not my mother. Or wife.”
“Clearly,” you agree. “I’ll replace the ingredients. Sorry, I just thought… maybe a nice gesture since I’m staying here.”
“Nice gesture. I got a few of those in mind but they don’t include a hot stove.”
You glance over at him. Right, yeah, you’re a body to him, not anything else. You realise now, it was the same with Johnny. You were just a thing to him. You cleaned up, you cooked, but he never really looked after you.
“The soup won’t take long,” you assure him.
He takes a breath and sighs, drawing close, looming over you as you take out the cheese shredder. He watches as you unwrap the cheese and grate it. You don’t know what else to do but keep going. You feel like you’ve crossed some line you can’t see.
“I just want us to be clear,” he taps his fingers on the counter, “this isn’t… serious. Us, I mean. There’s no us. Not outside the bedroom. Got it?”
You frown, “I know that. I’m not stupid. And I certainly am not interested in that.”
He’s quiet as he drags his hand off the counter. He exhales, “good to know. We understand each other.”
“We do,” you nod.
You wrap up the unused cheese. As you do, he reaches to steal a pinch of the shredded cheese. You instinctively swat his hand away and he recoils.
“Eh,” he shoves the cheese in his mouth.
“You didn’t wash your hands,” you accuse him.
“You’ve had worse than my hands near your mouth–”
“Jeez,” you huff, “you’re going to make a mess.” 
You move the plate of cheese across the counter and tidy up the few stray pieces across the counter. You toss them in the pin and take a cloth to wipe down the marble. He lurks, pacing around the kitchen.
“I’ll have extra chips with mine,” he nears the door, pausing as you sense him watching you but don’t look. “I’ll figure out dessert, baby face.”
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The next day you don’t bother making yourself coffee. You’ll have more than your share at the cafe. You dress and leave at the usual time, parking a block away from the shop and walking the rest of the way. 
As you approach, you see Cole ahead of you. He unlocks the front door and glances over with a smile. He waves as he tugs with his other hand. He turns his attention back to the door and struggles to dislodge the keys.
You come close and watch him wiggle and jiggle the key ring.
“Dang thing gets stuck every day,” he shakes his head.
“Can I try?” You offer.
“Sure,” he steps back,throwing his hands up in exasperation, “not as strong as I look, I guess.”
You don’t comment. He’s tall and even under his corduroy jacket, you can tell he’s in good shape. You grab the end of the key and give it a small wiggle, sliding it out easily. Not much force, just a bit of finesse.
“You don’t have to be strong,” you offer him the keys, “just have to coax it a little.”
“Thanks,” he takes the keys, his fingers brushing yours, “you’re a godsend. I swear. I think… call me crazy, but last night I was telling my ma that you were sent to us for a reason.”
“You did?” You ask as he reaches around you to open the door, waving you in ahead of him.
You enter and he follows, pulling the door shut to lock from the inside.
“Oh, yeah, I mean, I’ve been interviewing like crazy. Most of the staff lasts a day and gives up but I can tell… you’re committed,” his sleeve touches yours as he passes, putting his passenger bag on the countertop as he stretches and looks around, “well, you want a coffee before we go through opening?”
“I’d love that but I can wait if–”
“Nah, we got plenty of time,” he interjects, “besides, that’s one of the steps. We do a batch medium and dark roast before opening so we’re ready to serve when doors open.”
“Oh, makes sense,” you peer around and set to taking the chairs down of the tables and set them right.
“I’ll get those,” he insists, “please. Lady’s shouldn’t be doing all that.”
You hesitate as you place another chair on its legs. You glance over at him as moves behind the counter. The comment isn’t exactly HR friendly but you don’t think he means anything. He’s just the type who likes to wear shining armor. 
“I don’t mind.”
“I do,” he insists as he approaches the till, “come on. Let’s make the coffee.”
You step away from the tables. He is your boss. You go around the counter into the narrow space behind it. You forgot how cramped it is here.
“You wanna put your stuff in my office?” He asks as he prods the bag slung from your shoulder, “I’ll get this warmed up.”
“Oh, I guess…”
Here, the brass key,” he hands over the keyring, “you can leave those on the desk.”
“Right.”
You take the keys and go through the kitchen and turn into the small hallway between that and the storage room. You go to the office door with the peeling paint and the worn side that reads management. This place needs a lot of work.
You let yourself into the office and set the keys on the corner of the desk. You put your coat and bag in the chair against the wall, eyeing the picture of a younger Cole and who you assume are his parents. The backdrop is grassy and bright. He’s smiling that same sunshiny smile. You wonder how he’s held onto that.
You close the door behind you as you head back. You can hear him humming as you come down the hallway. Is that Frankie Valli?
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natwrites08 · 7 months
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I know places (Ruben Dias x FemReader) 
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Summary: He would do anything for her, take her anywhere to escape, especially from her family. 
Word Count: 4.3K
Warnings: Fluff, angst, family problems, toxic parents (let me know if anything else is missing).
a/n: This is a request———— I wanted to do, protective Ruben, and what better way than for him to stand up for his friend. I hope you enjoy the story and thanks for the request. Pedri Fic will be posted Saturday, but I finished this one in a speedy record of a day, since I decided to not keep you waiting any longer.- Nat ♥️
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She couldn’t lose herself, she couldn’t become bitter and hateful, she couldn’t give her family the satisfaction of making her cruel or making her hate her own life. Yes she chose a job that didn’t pay well, yes she moved far from home, yes she was kind and people often took advantage of her, but she didn’t care because all she wanted was to be far away from the people that made her insecurities worse.
That made her feel that kindness needed to be used to get something in return, yet she couldn’t manipulate and abuse the kindness of others for her own benefit. Ruben was able to show her that there were still good people left in the world, who only wanted love and happiness in return. 
He was a great friend, yes he had a luxurious lifestyle, but boundaries were always a good thing.  Like she would pay for her own stuff, if he wanted to give her something he had to make it not buy it, that’s why their whole outings were little walks, film nights, or baking and cooking. It was more than that because she was only looking for his presence, especially when they first met, after having a tough conversation with her mother. 
To afford her flat, she had to take an extra job at night in a salad bar. Something modern and overpriced, meant for people that were easily influenced by social media. He walked in on a slow night, when everything was not fresh and almost empty, but his tired eyes gave him away. However she couldn’t stop the argument that she was having with her mother
How they Met-
“No mother, I will not go back home, I’m happy here, I love you guys but I won’t let you take control of my life” 
“You’re not going to make it by yourself” 
“Maybe not, but at least I won’t be depending upon your resources” 
“You need the money that we provide”
“Mother please, I’m working a customer just came in, and I can’t talk, all I can say is that I won’t be returning home, I’m happy here, I’ll talk later”
“You will need us eventu…” that’s when she hung up, and gave the young man a nice smile. The good old customer service smile, that was as fake as her parents' concern for her. 
“Hello, how can I help you?”
“I’ll sound stupid if I ask if you have salads” with a little ironic laugh she told him what was available.
“Well believe it or not, we don’t have anything at the moment, but I can’t close till eleven, but I saved a salad for me if you want that, no charge?”
“I couldn’t possibly ask for your food”
“Seriously I don’t mind, I had a sandwich at my other job so it’s fine, besides you can sit here while I finish cleaning up” 
“That makes it worse, two jobs and you’re offering me your salad?”
“Well I wouldn’t want you to get sick with old lettuce and tomato, so please have my salad” 
“You’re way too kind but I can’t accept it”
“how about if I give you half of it?”
“How big is the salad? I eat a lot” 
“It’s quite big, usually it’s my dinner and lunch for tomorrow” 
“So I wouldn’t be just stealing your dinner but also your lunch for tomorrow?”
“It’s not stealing if I’m offering you food, my grandparents taught me to share, that food shouldn’t be denied to anyone”
“Fine but I’ll eat until you finish cleaning”  she took out the salad and she placed it in front of him, pushing it towards his hands. With her pleading eyes he accepted, but he placed two forks besides the container. While she put the close sign on the door, she took everything to the dishwashing station, where Luke the teenager was happily talking to his girlfriend on facetime.
“Luke, after this you’re free to go see Claire, have a good night ok”
“You’re the best, night” 
Seeing him on his phone finally made her realize that he was a beautiful man, nicely put together, but his tired eyes made it easy to tell that he lived a busy lifestyle. His smile was gentle and his warm eyes made her feel safe, she instantly trusted him. 
“I'll finish wiping the counters really quick, I’m sorry…”
“Don’t apologize our salad won’t run away” she knew that the morning shift would complain, but she didn’t care, even if she forgot to wipe one single spot, they would complain, so now she was going to give them something to talk about, she was too nice to give them extra work, but to be fair she was really hungry and a very handsome gentleman seemed to like her. 
He was like the main love interest in a movie or book, someone that she couldn’t imagine having. To be fair he could be a complete asshole that she completely made up, but she could always tell, after all living with her family for years made her aware of dishonesty and judgment from people. 
“Ok we can eat now, I don’t know if you eat all of this…”
“I like everything, usually I don’t eat salads because they aren’t filling, but I had the biggest pasta at work and this looks good don’t worry” 
“Usually when you prepare food for yourself it looks more appetizing”
“Thank you again, you didn’t need to share with me” 
“I was never taught to share growing up only by my grandparents and it stuck with me”
“Well I’m glad that you like to share or else I wouldn’t be eating here with you” 
“What’s your name?” She finished that sentence with her name, and a small smile was returned.
“It’s a beautiful name, I’m Ruben” 
“Ruben suits you” tilting his head to the side, he tried to read her, she looked happy, but there was torment behind those eyes, maybe it had to do with her mother, he heard some of her conversation. 
“It’s a very common name in Portugal, I always hated my name growing up”
“It’s lovely, it’s common but that makes it special don’t you think?”
“You’re very positive”
“I have to be,  I have to find happiness with helping others and being kind” 
“I’m sorry but I heard some of your conversation with your mother, her wanting you back home?”
“Yeah, they expect me to always help them out, but since I’m here, I’m not as financially available and they can’t take from me anymore, the main reason why I left was because they tried to manipulate my beliefs and values” 
“Well I’m glad that you’re here, that they are not taking from you, abusing the power that they hold over you just because they are your parents” 
“Exactly, I’m happy here, I wanted to become independent” after that little confession, they kept talking for hours, it was two in the morning when she closed the doors to the salad bar, and although she barely knew him, they connected on another level. She thought that it was a one time thing but from there on they became instant friends, and the good kind, the ones that would stand up and defend each other. 
End Of Flashback…
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The battle with her parents was a constant struggle between her and Ruben, he wanted her to stand up, to fight them, but even with her parents she was forgiving. She was a people pleaser, someone that valued what others had to say about her, and if it was negative she always tried to prove that she was far from that.
He was a rule follower as well, but if someone took advantage of him, he would drop them. That is why he always had a tough time understanding why she kept talking to her parents. Especially when he would hear all the phone calls that she would answer, this was the only issue with their friendship. 
“You can’t keep justifying them linda, they have to stop” 
“Ruben you don’t understand, they love me…”
“Well I love you, and I don’t treat you like shit and I definitely don’t use you for my benefit”
“This is a different kind of love, it’s my family”
“You can make a family as well, it’s not all about blood”
“I consider you my family, but it’s different please understand….”
“Amor you sent them money to come see you, and they spent it on a trip somewhere else” 
“I admit that they messed up, but maybe their flight…”
“That’s impossible and you know it, so ask for the money back or I’ll go personally to ask for it back”
“I appreciate you Ruben, but please don’t get involved, I’ll solve this”
“How? Tell me how you will solve this without me having to come here and argue about the same thing over again”
“So now you don’t want to help me?”
“When did I ever say that? I don’t mind you needing my help, I love providing you with my love and support, what I can’t stand is that it’s always your parents fault yet you never tell them no” 
“I’m their daughter ok? Don’t you help your parents or do you not understand that you’re rich and you don’t think about that…”
“Stop right there, my parents don’t use me for money, I happily provide them with everything, because I was privileged enough to have a career that pays ridiculous amounts of money just to shove people and kick a ball around, I know that, but you work two jobs and it’s barely enough for you because you send half of it to them” 
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t fair to you, but I do it to help them”
“Not to mention that you always apologize for stuff that are out of your control, fight for yourself ok, not them” quickly pulling her to his warm arms, there she felt safe, where she would let go of her problems because he could take the pain away with a simple smile and with a gentle hug. 
“I can’t do that, I’m not strong enough to put an end to this” 
“Yes you are, and i'm taking you somewhere right now, so you can think”
“Where Ruben?”
“It’s a lanter show, I saw an announcement, and the weather is perfect for that” 
“Are you taking me to see the sky?” 
“That’s exactly what I’m doing, let’s go linda” drives with Ruben were relaxing, she would often enjoy the comfortable silence with him, she was always certain with him, there was no hint that he used her or even thought about it. There was maturity in their friendship, they respected their morals and they didn’t threaten each other’s peace.  
Every car ride was him holding her hand and the peace of mind with him, one year of their friendship and they still learned more about each other every day. Growth was important for Ruben, he wanted to keep improving in every aspect of his life and she was a huge part of it, probably the most important part of him. He loved her more than a friend and he was willing to wait for her, but again her family was holding her back, if he was willing to wait then she should be willing to stand up for herself. 
“It has started Ruben, it looks beautiful”
“Do you want a lantern? I heard that you have to make a wish” 
“Let’s make a wish together, something for the both of us”
“Perfect, stay here ok” with a quick kiss to her forehead he left in search of the lantern. She loved him and she knew that he reciprocated her feelings, however, if her parents would find out about what he does for a living they would only take more advantage of her, so she couldn’t mix her two lives together and she definitely didn’t want to make him feel guilty. 
Only in her biggest dreams did she feel so much love, she thought that it was a lie falling in love so easily, yet she couldn’t act on her feelings because she felt like she wasn’t good enough, that her past and present would always follow her. She saw the happiness on his face, that beautiful smile that drove her crazy, she often wondered what it would feel like against her lips, probably perfect….
“You ok? Look a bit lost?”
“Yeah just thinking about us” 
“Good or bad things?”
“There’s never been a bad moment with you” 
“That’s because there’s no need for hostility, I’ll always respect you”
“I know, what will we wish for?”
“That no matter what we will love each other, no matter how long it takes…” lighting up the lantern, they held it together and finally he expressed their wish. 
“…I wish for us to remain together forever” gently letting go of the lantern, it was like letting go of the past, of all her worries. Instead of seeing the lights in the sky, he only had eyes for her, hugging her close to him while she excitedly looked around.
“It’s beautiful Ruben, I’m still following ours” 
“Hopefully it beats all the other wishes” 
“Ruben! don’t be mean, what if someone wished for something like health or safety…”
“You’re right I’m sorry, but we wished for love which is also a necessity” 
“I guess you’re right” 
“How do you feel?”
“Less worried, I want to be honest with you, with them and most importantly to myself”
“Let’s start with you meu amor, what do you need to do to be happy” 
“First I need to admit my fears to you, can I?”
“Of course linda, you can tell me anything” 
“I know that you’ve heard them complain, but I’ve never heard myself complain, yes I’m tired of them treating me like I’m not their daughter, I know that they don’t love me as much as I love them, but I want that to change I want to set boundaries, where they don’t take my money, but also I don’t want them to take you away from me…”
“Why and how would they do that?”
“…well, they think that I have a boyfriend, and although you’re more than that, you’re like my soulmate which is embarrassing to admit but if they find out that I’m with someone that is well off then they will do everything in their power to take even more advantage of me, although I haven’t asked you for anything, they will probably brainwash me to and I don’t want that because they do have that power over me…”  she felt his arm tense like if he was pulling her closer, it wasn't possible but he wanted to try because her concerns were all related to him or their future. 
“Amor, I love you more than anything, with my whole heart and I know that I’ve been annoying, but all I wanted was for them to not use you, and I know that I’ve brought happiness to your heart, but there is always that shadow that you left behind that holds you back, so I will not tell you what to do, I won’t be like them I won’t be controlling…”
“I’m not worried about that Ruben, I’m worried about losing you, what if you realize that I’m just like them, what if you start justifying what I do, after all it’s in my genes, but I really only want to lean on you, I don’t have much to offer just hugs and kisses and probably some good advice, but I do love you Ruben so much but I can’t be with you till I’m certain that I won’t let my parents get in the way” 
“Ok linda, I’ve never pressured you and I won’t start now, talk to them, and soon because I want those hugs and kisses ok?”
“Yes, thank you for everything” 
“Soulmates are there for each other, I’m proud of you, for having that quiet strength that still keeps you together, but just know that once you lose that fear, I will be there, I will keep asking what I can do to fix everything” 
“You’re right I’m fragile but not in the delicate way I’m something like a Bomb that’s waiting on the count down to explode, and after that our wish will come true, I’ll have you” 
They stayed in each other's arms enjoying the calm before the storm, the tranquility that their love was providing because she knew that she needed to let go of her parents, because if they really loved her and wanted her to stay, they would try to not be in a position to lose her.  Their unwillingness to accept her refusals to their demands caused them the wrath of her departure. 
“Amor? What if they keep insisting after I tell them no, and what if I can’t escape them?”
“I know places, where we can escape to, even if we keep running you’ll always have me” 
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It took her a whole week to plan her separation from her parents, she knew that eventually they would ask her for money. Ruben was currently in Germany, and she missed him terribly, especially when the day of his return also brought unwelcomed people. Her parents arrived from their trip, to end up in her home. The desperate knocks brought her back from her little dream and it turns out that she arrived back to her worst nightmare: her parents behind the door and a ruined plan. 
“Mother, what are you doing here?”
“Are you going to let me in or what? Your father is getting the suitcase” 
“You guys can’t stay here”
“Why not? Is your boyfriend here?”
“No but you can’t show up unannounced”
“Why not we’re your parents, of course we have a right, or are you offering to pay for the hotel?”
“Of course not, but I didn’t clean and I know that you like a clean house”
“Well it’s never too late to start” the worst part was that instead of a hug or even a nice smile, she received nothing, pure emptiness and lack of empathy from her mother. It shows that she hadn’t changed one bit, she knew that it was inevitable her asking for money, and she really needed Ruben, for his guidance and support.
“ Is this your boyfriend, he has money, seeing that you’re on a football pitch?” It was a picture of them that was framed, a simple after celebration pic, when they won the premier league. Sure they looked like a couple, but they were barely getting to know each other during the time the picture was taken. 
“Ok mother take a seat on the sofa, I’ll be in my room” not forgetting to take the purse that was next to her mother, she was even capable of stealing. She had to make a very important call, she needed to hear Ruben’s voice. 
“Please pick up Ruben….” The phone kept ringing until a very out of breath voice was heard.
“Linda you ok?”
“meus pais estão aqui” the very limited Portuguese class was paying off. (My parents are here)
“In your house?”
“Yes, she already asked me about you and I’m afraid” 
“Amor, I’m barely arriving, trying to navigate the airport, but I will be there soon, don’t engage too much” she walked out of her room, and her mother made herself at home, looking through every cabinet, every drawer, every little box that was visible. While her father was looking through the fridge, looking at the wine and the expensive chocolates that Ruben got her, she was too afraid of their value and her father had already shoved five in his mouth, it was something that she and Ruben would share, she would have a bite and so did he, a gift that was only accepted because they would share it. 
“Hello father” she was only met with a grunt and another series of questions. 
“These are expensive, do you have more money then you would like for us to know about”
“They were a gift” 
“From your rich boyfriend?”
“Seriously, what else are you hiding from us?”
“I don’t live with you guys so I don’t have to tell you anything, not anymore” 
“We’re your parents and we need our daughter back”
“Really me or my money” 
“What money sweetheart? You barely sent anything to us”
“And the few hundreds that I sent you, could be for me, yet you don’t care how I barely have enough for my expenses”
“Your boyfriend can help you, he can help us” her dad very easily spoke about his great plan. The mention of Ruben and how he was now part of their cynical plan, made her stand up for the only person who loved her. 
“You guys are crazy, seriously it’s time for you guys to leave me alone, find a job dad and start providing for your family, and you mother, you have to accept your age and grow up” with sure steps her mother, slapped her, hard enough for her to land on the floor, holding her red cheek, she noticed someone standing on her tiny foyer. 
“Ruben, you’re here” by that point she was not herself she was emotionally hurting. He quickly went to her side, picking her up and whispering to her ear.
“I got you amor, do you want me to tell them to leave” with her confirmation, he told them their truths.
“I want both of you to leave her alone…”
“She can speak for herself” 
“Apparently she can’t because you assaulted her, so I would suggest that you leave right now and never search for her again, forget her number and forget about her money, or I will do everything in my power to make sure you guys never bother her”
“Like what, kill us?”
“I would never hurt a soul, I meant like sending you to prison for abuse, so get out of here, you already broke her heart so please leave”
“I want to hear that from our daughter who we love”
“If you really love me, then leave, I can’t offer anything else, I have nothing left to give” 
“When you are alone don’t come crying to our home, got it?” They gathered their stuff and they slammed the door, while he was left with a broken girl, sobbing from  the pain and relief of finally standing up to her parents. 
“How are you amor, tell me everything?” 
“He ate the chocolates, all of them Ruben and the wine and…” was she really crying hysterically over some sweets? 
“Amor, why are you worried about chocolates? That’s not important…”
“It is to me!! Don’t you understand, they always take everything from me! I’ve never had anything, my dad took my first paycheck, my mother would take my makeup and clothes to sell them, I couldn’t even enjoy sweets because I had to buy some for everyone, so those chocolates are important…” 
There it was, she was finally free, she was speaking with rage, before she used to share her traumas but with humor behind it, so that he didn’t feel pity for her. Ruben never believed in her reassurances of being fine, he knew that she was holding in all her hatred and negative energy and now that it was showing he was happy and proud of her. 
“….not to mention that they slapped me, I no longer have parents Ruben, I don’t have anything” 
“That’s not true at all you have me, what else can you possibly need?”
“I really wanted the love of my parents, but I guess that it’s better for me to let go of that wish and focus on us, on our wish” with a quick peck to her cheek the one that was not in need of some ice, he went to check the outside and there was no one, and the frozen bag of fruit to put on her cheek. 
“And linda, you will always have my love, I love you more than anything and don’t worry about the chocolates, I’ll buy you tons of them” 
“You know that I don’t want anything but you right?”
“Yes, but I will gladly provide for a few things that you need like chocolate and wine” 
“And how about a kiss?” 
“If it’s just one I don’t think so” their lips were inches apart, and when they finally touched, it was a beautiful feeling, better than she imagined. She poured all of her necessity to feel loved, while he was gladly providing it, a gentle kiss almost like a promise, trying so hard to not hurt her cheek. She was right, his smile felt better against her lips. She was in love and there was no denying it, hums of enjoyment from the both of them and whispered I love you’s were heard, and when she eventually pulled away there were no doubts, she would finally get to live a happy life with the love of her life. 
“Thank you Ruben, for making me realize that they didn’t love me, and thank you for never pressuring me to do the same, the only place that I want to be is next to you, because you’re the only one that has loved me just for my kindness and you never expected anything but my love…..and Ruben, I love you so deeply” 
“I love you too, and thank you for always being so kind, that you never changed, and most importantly that you chose me” 
It is important to walk away from people that take advantage of you, if they don’t provide emotional and physical security then you need to move on, because they will never love you enough to let you go. The same thing goes, If you’re hurting or using someone, leave them alone, because you’ll be taking away their happiness and positivity. Find people that will take you to different places not just physically but emotionally as well, don’t settle for anyone that disrespects you, settle for someone that will help you escape to a wonderful place and who will give you the best life as long as there is love and nothing else. 
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a/n: Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoyed my depiction of your request. Family problems are very hard to deal with, but it’s important to surround yourself with people who love you and only want the best for you. I will always be someone who listens; lots of love and strength to all of you who are in tough situations with family, friends or any other unkind human.- Nat ♥️
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emilsendo · 3 months
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Tokyo Revengers [preferences]
Type: fluff
Warnings: Male reader, G/N reader, Tall!male/GN reader, bxb, Shorter!Character, fluff.
Characters: Mitsuya Takashi, Chifuyu Matsuno, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata.
Their reaction when you're taller than them. PART 2
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Mitsuya Takashi:
He would keep his eye on you, 'cause you look kinda dangerous in his mind.
But after you both talked with each other, he changed his thoughts about you. He even starts thinking about becoming close friends with you.
His little sisters loves you, I swear.
They always shows you their drawings (one of them even showed you and Mitsuya together as a couple, our bro almost faint from embarrasment when he saw it and your reaction👀)
You're his model. Don't you dare refuse or else Mitsuya will glare at you. (I mean, like REAL death stare 🌚)
YOU AND HIM AS A COUPLE:
He is sewing a lot of clothes for you, even if you don't ask for it. (It's a bit of showing off his territory, because he always sews his name on them)
A VERY romantic dates.
He loves to give you a welcome and goodbye kiss on the cheek, ofc, you have to bend down or else he will force you to.
I have to be honest, you don't go anywhere without a kiss, 'cause he'll not allow you.
He is kind of acting like a male wife.
Even if you're tall and strong, he makes you feel like a big teddy bear in his arms.
He isn't jealous. But can be a bit irritated when he saw another boy or girl flirt with you, even if he knows that you're loyal to him.
He calls you: Babe and honey (ya, literally male wife-👀)
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Chifuyu Matsuno:
He would not trust you at all.
When he was alone or near you, he gave you a big side eye.
He started to become softer to you, when you found his cat who ran away from his home.
After a few months, he catch a love feeling. He wasn't happy at all about it, 'cause he thought it is wrong to love a boy.
He was blushing around you when you weren't looking.
YOU AND HIM AS A COUPLE:
He loves when you give him a piggyback ride.
He hugs you when he's feeling cold or just clingy.
Park dates ✅️
He is a bit shy to kiss you first, so you have to take the initiative.
Scene: "Come on, fuyu. Just a one kiss." You said. Chifuyu was already as red as tomato, as he looks away from you. "Umm.... I don't know." He said quietly and hesitately. "Pleaseee?" Your begging tone made him change his mind, so he nodded and close his eyes tightly before letting you kiss him gently on the lips.
He calls you: M/N-San, love.
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Nahoya Kawata:
You got punched by him, because he wanted to test your might. 💀
When he lost, he was pissed off but at the same time amused by your appearance.
Bro changed his sexuality in a moment.
Everytime he saw you, he punch you just to see you angry. (Idk why, bro.)
After a......attention, attention, my children. A WHOLE WEEK, he asked you out. Bro didn't waste any time to steal your heart.
YOU AND HIM AS A COUPLE:
He is a "little" bit possesive.
When he saw another boy just looking at you, he starts beating him up.
He jumps on your back everytime he sees you, just to give you a hug and soft kiss on the cheek. (He will not get down that easily, even if you want him to do so.)
He will cook for you, his brother and himself delicious ramen.
Souya and you become friends.
Movie nights and dates.
He calls you: Bae, Handsome (cringe, I know.)
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Souya Kawata:
He didn't show much near you.
But he was curious about you and your personality.
To be honest, you both become friends very fast. You didn't even know when lol.
You and him likes to talk about random things, even about a damn tree. That's it.
YOU AND HIM AS A COUPLE:
He hold your hands all the time.
Very shy sometimes.
He loves when you have to bend down to kiss his forehead.
He have fluffy hair like his brother. (Very good thing to let your stress out.)
He sometimes fells asleep on your lap.
Park dates.
He calls you: M/N or just simply sweetheart.
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gretavanlace · 6 months
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Poppins (Epilogue)
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, oral sex (f rec), dirty talk, impact play, etc, happy tears, idk
Thank you for sticking with Poppins and all the heartbreak that came with it. I hope we can all breathe a collective sigh of relief and acknowledge that this was the only ending that was right for our dear characters. I love you all and thank you for going along for the ride with me❤️ ps- I didn’t expect to post this until tomorrow so it’s very lightly edited, forgive me
Josh’s warmth is what wakes you. His weight carefully hovering over you; chest pressed against your back, mouth humming along with tiny, breathy sounds as his lips travel the curve of your jaw.
You nuzzle further into the pillow, which feels a little too warm under the muted sunlight filtering into the room for your liking. You’ve never been much of a morning person.
Slowly though, he and Lil are changing that. Their sunny dispositions mirror one another’s and feed off of shared glee as they happily greet each new day. It is nothing short of infectious.
It’s difficult to be grouchy in a home filled to the brim with their lovely early hour enthusiasm.
“Time to open your eyes, sleeping beauty.” His voice curls across the shell of your ear, low and slow. You know that voice all too well.
“Better slow your roll, Joshua,” You mumble, eyes closed, body still heavy with slumber, “She’ll be awake and climbing into bed any second.”
“She’s been awake, sweetheart.” His lips are kissing love into your hair, lungs breathing you in deeply. “We read outside on the swing, and shared an apple. I fixed her hair pretty and helped her get dressed, and then Grandma came and whisked her away for a birthday girl breakfast. It’s just you and me.”
A smile flashes on your sleepy lips, stealing his heart away, “All that without me?”
He drops down against you a little heavier, a delicious weighted blanket of a man. “We decided to let mama sleep in. You looked very peaceful.”
Mama, mommy, mom when she’s exasperated…every iteration makes your body flush with maternal devotion and pride.
It had been over a dinner of pasta and salad when she’d first called you mommy like it was the most natural thing in the world. Picking at her plate, fist clutched around her fork, shoving a cherry tomato around, she’d explained how uncle sammy had made her angry that afternoon.
“I told him I wanted to hold Rosie’s leash,” she’d lamented. “But he said I’m too small to hold it at the dog park because she tries to run. I’m not too small though, mommy, I’m not!”
Josh had soothed her with something you hadn’t really heard through the blissed out ringing in your ears, cleared his throat, and excused himself.. You’d found him leaning over the bathroom sink, blinking tears away.
“Josh, I didn’t…” you had stumbled stupidly over your pitiful explanation, “I didn’t ask her to call me that. I’d never do that. I’m sorry, I understand why you’re upset….”
He’d turned on you so quickly you’d taken a step back in surprise, “Upset? Are you kidding me? I’ve never been less upset in my life. I don’t think I can even remember the definition of the word right now.”
Words kept in whispers, lest she overhear, he had pulled you into his arms, chin hooked over your shoulder to keep you close as he spoke, “I’ve waited such a long time for my little girl to have that moment that she just had. To be able to talk to her mama about her day while pretending to eat her vegetables. You belong here, sweetheart…you always have.”
What always stands to you about that moment of tears and whispers in the bathroom, of all places - what you think will always make you smile the hardest when you remember that night, is the fact that he never once asked you how you felt about it. He never asked if it had made you uncomfortable. Never questioned your love for Lily, he knew. He knew.
And now here you lie, cozy under the covers with your beautiful Josh pestering you with adoration and kisses, while the incredible little human being who calls you mommy shares a birthday breakfast with her grandmother.
“All alone,” Josh hushes into your ear, breaking the spell of innocence clouding your head. “Just me,” he leans up on his elbow, making room for his hand to slip beneath the sheets. “And you.”
“Joshua Michael,” you scold lightly, parting for him when his fingers begin to walk up the inside of your thigh, “You’re an insatiable pervert, you realize…a deviant.”
His giggle, huffed and sultry, somehow parts your thighs even further. “I’m not the one spreading my legs like a whore. I’ve barely touched you. Naughty girl.”
A shiver shakes your spine, driven by his words and the fingers he’s now sweeping over your panties. He is sunshine and light, love and laughter, all wrapped up in a gorgeous package that can switch on a dime and drench you in filth.
“I also happen to love it when you middle name me…” he confesses, circling your clit just to listen to you sigh. “Makes me impossibly hard.”
As if to prove himself, he grinds his cock into the small of your back, smiling against your cheek when you whimper.
“Listen to you,” he sounds mockingly sympathetic, “you’re very whiny, and so soon. Why, baby? Are you wet? Is it all slick and hot right here?” He presses at your panties a touch harder, “Would my pretty girl like to cum?”
“Listen to you,” you turn the tables, reaching back to drag your nails against his scalp. “You’re being very dirty. I think you’re feeling whinier than I am. You just hide it better. Isn’t that right, Josh? You’re just eager to fuck me all filthy and nasty in this big empty house where no one can hear, aren’t you? You want it, don’t you?”
He’s rocking into the swell of your ass now, fingers sliding over you, pressing satin into your folds, tapping at your swollen clit, teasing teasing teasing.
“Yeah,” his breath pants over your cheek, hard and quick, “yeah I fucking want it…and so do you. Cotton candy cunt is just begging for me, soaking your sweet panties, crying for cock. For my cock.”
Cotton candy never fails to make you weak, he’d called it that the first time he’d made you see stars, pressed up against the door that now stands open because there is no one here but the two of you.
His fingers have sneaked into your mouth, and you can’t seem to repress a prayer of his name as you suck and lick at them.
“Shh,” he hushes, so cocksure and sexy, “don’t talk with your mouth full.”
“Give it to me,” you pull away, longing for it to sound like a demand, but it slips off your tongue like the plea that it is as you reach back, trying to fight your panties down from your awkward position.
“Wanna taste you first,” he yanks your underwear down for you. “Want that beautiful pussy in my mouth, right in my fucking mouth,” with you bare enough for him to sink his fingers into the globe of your ass, he cracks a swift smack against it. “Tell me you want me to lick you. Tell me you want to cum pretty on my tongue.”
Your body is writhing now, twisting feverishly in a futile attempt to roll over and rip your nightshirt off all at once.
He’s having none of it, “I said fucking tell me,” he spanks you again, harder this time, groaning when you cry out, saturating the room with a needy, wailed moan.
“I want it, baby, please,” oh, how easily he can reduce you to a quaking, begging fool, not a thought in her head but Josh. “I want your mouth. I want to cum for you. Make me cry, Josh, make me fucking cry…make me cum.”
He growls out as his teeth drag over your cheek, and then your eyes are struggling to focus on the ceiling, head spinning from being flipped over without warning.
“Make you cum?” He’s taunting you now, kissing his way down to your breasts, making love to your nipples with his devious mouth. “Make you cry? Now why would I want to make my sweetheart cry?”
A soft bite arches your back away from the mattress, “Josh, baby….”
“Josh,” he whispers, tongue traveling the valley between your tits, “Josh, baby, don’t you sound meek? Like the prettiest wallflower who just wants to feel good…my sweet, sweet, sweetheart. I told you to fucking tell me…”
You know what he wants, and so you give it to him. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to lick me,” your hand fists in his hair, pulling him from your breast. “This, right here,” now you’re pinching at his plump, velvety bottom lip, fingertips pushing in to say hello to his warm, wet tongue “my pussy wants it so bad. Wrap these pretty lips around my clit until I make a mess.”
His face is buried between your legs so quickly you have to blink your way out of confusion. Just as quickly, you’re gripping and tugging at his curls, hips rocking up into his kiss while you beg him to stroke his dick while he devours your cunt.
“Yeah?” He mumbles, heavy and hot, into your aching flesh, “You want me to touch my cock while I eat this gorgeous pussy?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” you fall away into nothing sounds, mewling and keening into the morning light. A grunt as he shakes his face back and forth tells you he’s given you what you’ve asked for…and the sounds that chase that grunt shove you closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum so hard,” it’s but a breath, you don’t know if he’s even heard you until his fervent nod answers back, save for the moans muffling from between your legs.
It is a warm wave that explodes over you as though you're the jagged, rocky shore. At the crest of it, you bolt upright, cradling his head against you as you pump your hips in time with your throbbing pulse, groaning like a jezebel until the walls drip with your sobs.
He doesn’t pull away until you’re pushing at his forehead and gasping for reprieve. When his breathtaking face resurfaces, it’s pink-cheeked and shining with your release.
“I’m fucking covered in you,” he crawls up, running the back of his hand across his mouth, mussing the soft hairs that perch above it. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?”
He’s shoving and kicking his pants away as you pull his lips to yours, savoring your cunt and his need, all over them.
“Fuck me,” you’re clawing and pulling at him, hands flying about without care or thought as he bites at your collar bone.
“Yeah?” The tip slides, swollen and warm, against you, nudging at your quivering clit. “You want this? You want me to stuff your snug little cunt all full of me? Fuck you wide open?”
Your teeth are clenched and grinding though your reply, “Yes, fuck me…I want it, Josh. Give it to me, give it to your girl.”
That lazy drag against your center continues, “Think you deserve it, sweetheart? Does my baby deserve my cock this morning? Have you been a real good girl? Pout sweet, yeah? Make me want to give it to you.”
You turn your eyes soft, wide and wet, “Don’t you want to give it to me? Haven’t I been so good for you? Came pretty on your tongue just like you asked.”
A weak sound, something akin to a whimper, ripples out of his chest as he presses into you, gentle and slow. “Maybe you deserve just a little, huh? Don’t you, baby? Maybe you deserve just the tip, hmm?”
“Yes,” you lie, “Just the tip.”
He’s a liar too, and you both know it the second he slips inside.
“So fucking warm, sweetheart,” his mouth sinks into the crook of your neck, as he continues his relentless teasing, slipping just the silky soft head in and out of you “So fucking tight. Perfect, wet pussy, pretty and pink, greedy…all mine.’
“Yours,” you nod, pulling him in with your heels dug firmly into the base of his spine until you’re deliciously filled with him and rolling against his body like a glutton.
“Oh, you think you’re just gonna take what you want?” He sounds so sure of himself, but you can feel the resolve leaching from his frame, “Squeeze my cock with that needy cunt, then, sweetheart. Show me she loves it with a filthy little hug, dirty girl.”
You clench around him with a whine you wish you could say was purposeful, for as well as it works. The second it escapes your parted lips he’s pounding into you. Pressing into your lower stomach with a flattened palm and a hitching, “You feel me right here? You feel my cock right here, baby? So deep…fuck, so deep.” Fucking your body into the mattress as you claw at his shoulders, and gnash into his chest savagely.
“That’s it,” he grits out, huffing the words out between cruel snaps of his hips, “Tear into me, sweetheart. Make it fucking hurt. Harder,”
A growl, so reminiscent of a wild animal’s call, bursts forth from your heaving chest as you bite and suck at him, and it only serves to make him fuck away at you faster, deeper.
“Come on and cum for me,” his fingers are wrapped around the nape of your neck now, shoving your mouth against him. “Bite, baby, fucking bite. Hard. Do it.”
Sinking your teeth into his alabaster skin you let go, pulling away without weakening your grip, leaving a raised, purple and pink constellation in your wake as you shudder and convulse beneath his weight…calling his name, howling and shaking as those tears you’d begged for finally streak over your temples to chase each other into your tangled hair.
He’s lost it above you completely - cursing and grabbing at you wherever his wandering hands happen to land, his beautiful cock twitching frantically as it spills inside you. Filling you up, wet and dripping, as you both search for sure footing.
You haven’t all the time in the world, and surely you waste far too much of it staring at each other with his hands cupping your face - at last, he rolls to his side, curling himself around you until you feel safe and sound.
“You’re obscene, you know that?” You smile up at the ceiling, watching the fan as it swirls lazy circles above your heads.
“Oh yes, my love, I know,” he sighs, brushing a lock of hair from your face, “I make no apologies. We should shower.”
You nod, half sad to see it end, and half elated to get a move on for Lily’s big day. “Let’s shower, then I’ll run and pick up her cake. It won’t say Elizabeth this year, I can assure you. She’ll be in therapy over that for years,
Joshua.”
“Yeah, yeah…” his grip sinks into your ribs, tickling you gently. “Can you believe she’s five today? Five! I hate it.”
“I hate it too.” You nod, solemnly. “Talk to the science department on campus, tell them we need an anti-aging device or something.”
A laugh bursts out of him, dragging one out of you alongside it, “I’ll get right on that. Jake’s gonna be here around one, I told him his job is to blow up balloons. It’ll keep him quiet.”
“I bought a helium tank.” You remind him, toying with his fingers.
“He doesn’t have to know that.” His lips peck a quick line along your cheekbone. “I think he really might like this one. It’s getting kinda serious…well, as serious as Jake is capable of.”
“The girl he met in Lansing?” The jealousy that once might have lived inside your question is nonexistent. “Is he bringing her?”
“No,” his fingers tangle back around yours, “said today was Lil’s day and he wouldn’t draw focus from that. You know how he is.”
“He loves her so much,” now you’re choking up, but it’s because of Lily, not because of some errant territorial claim. Jake isn’t yours, and he never really was.
“That he does,” Josh nods and then tugs at you as he rolls off the bed and onto his feet. “C’mon now, sweetheart, shower time before the two most discerning women in our lives come back and discover us in a compromising situation.”
You follow after him, leaving the twisted sheets behind you, asking if he’ll wash your hair.
He turns around, eyebrow hooked like you should know better as he adjusts the water temperature. “Of course I’ll wash your hair, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’m always going to take care of you.”
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italoniponic · 2 months
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Burger (Short) King | Epel Felmier
Synopsis: It’s date night and the place you selected to go with Epel was this humble fast food restaurant that serves the best hamburger in the north part of the island. Well, even if you weren’t that curious about the truth in those rumors, you just wanted Epel to have fun at dinner for once. 
Epel Felmier x gender neutral reader / fluff / appleboy's accent / established relationship / use of “you” pronouns / word count: 900 words / Masterlist
Notes: This idea came from one of my talks with @pandoa about Epel’s SR Cerimonial groovy and I just idealized this dinner night with Epel. What can I do? I love bacon and the smile of happiness shining on Epel's face. And, like always, I tried my best to write him with a southern accent... I really tried ;w;
Burger (Short) King
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The burger had barely been brought to your table and you just sat there in wonder on how Epel got so quick to devour the meal. It was just a dinner date in the Sage Island village at a decent Saturday night time.
But there he was — your little lilac gremlin of a boyfriend — stuffing his mouth full of meat, bacon and lettuce with gravy as if it were the first and last meal of his life after centuries of starvation. Manners at the dinner table aside, the promotional burger was really that delicious. 
When you saw the announcement promo on Magicam, you immediately remembered Epel. 
It was a double steak burger, with bacon and thin onions fried in shoyu sauce, keeping company with lettuce and fresh tomatoes, tasty pickles and a special sauce “ala Chef’s mode”. Everything a delicious fast food meal could offer in carbs and a few extra nutrients.
Or it was what Epel tried to justify on the way there, which made you both ask for apple juice. But the juice alone wouldn’t nullify the bacon or the steak, you assumed with good humor.
It was then that the real reason for Epel’s enthusiasm occurred to you: most, if not all, of Pomefiore would not take your dinner so good-naturedly.
You knew that clogging up with fast-food wasn’t beneficial in many ways, but it was only for one day. Epel wouldn’t die if he ate enough meat for one night. In fact, with the addition of the potatoes and the pie he planned to buy for you both as a dessert at a nearby bakery, you wondered how much Epel usually ate for dinner.
You knew that before Epel met you, he sat alone in the cafeteria most of the time at the beginning of the year. Sometimes he was accompanied by Jack because they were the same class, other times his dorm leader and vice would personally supervise him — if there was time on their lunch schedule.
Epel even had a bag of onions in his blazer pocket to put for lunch if he needed it, which usually drove Jack’s sense of smell crazy. But he didn’t have to bring anything like that to your date, fortunately.
“Is it good?,” you asked after taking your first bite of the burger.
Epel had his mouth full of bacon and chips when you asked him for his opinion. He swallowed it all before answering you.
“Delicious, I tell ya what!,” he replied with a big smile.
It took a few minutes but Epel’s mouth was freer to talk — and let slip a little of the accent you loved so much.
“You know that no one is going to steal your sandwich, right? You can eat more calmly. You know, like really chew and enjoy the food,” you giggled, trying to reassure him.
“Have ya forgot who my dorm leader is? Well, I s’wanee I’ll be damned if not admit that, without Rook, I wouldn’t even be here. 'To thank lil’ someone don’t kill nor take a bite out of ya', meemaw say.” 
You didn’t remember hearing anything similar before, but if it was advice from Marja Felmier, there was nothing to question.
Not to mention that it was a big truth — it took a lot of bribery and dramatizations of your wish to have dinner alone with your boyfriend to convince Rook to be your accomplice in this far from nutritional crime.
Just in case, you two were in the corner closest to the back exit of the diner, with no windows in sight and with a lot of things around to keep people from recognizing you. 
You never know when you’re picking a poisoned apple from a seemingly well-meaning old lady, or even an extremely romantic hunter. Can’t never risk enough, you could only suppose. You would do anything to ensure the success of that date.
Epel took advantage of your thoughtful moment to eat some more. His eyes, when not closed with satisfaction, had a delightful shimmer to them that put the night stars to shame.
It was the best gift you could have given him. In fact, the boy could only think that apple carvings wouldn’t be enough to reward you.
He was actually going to try to plan something truly worthy of your kindness to him — and his countryside stomach that wouldn’t deny good meat in front of him.
But you didn’t feel like you needed any reward. Watching his joy was enough to make your heart happy. You took a sip of the apple juice, amazed at the way Epel smiled even while chewing. You held back a laughter as you watched him lick a sauce mustache that was forming above his lips.
Epel’s joy was your greatest and most precious treasure. It was enough.
“I’d do anything for you.”
“What didja say?,” the boy asked, distracted.
“C-can you pass me a napkin?,” you tried to disguise your words, not wanting to scare him with the intensity of your emotions.
Although confused, Epel shrugged and held out the small box of napkins to you.
While you were bothering to wipe non-existent crumbs from your mouth, the look of your boyfriend and his smile went unnoticed by you. Even if it took a long time before you could repeat that kind of date night, nothing would change within his heart.
Epel would still love you tons.
| Special notes: I wanted to make it a little longer but maybe another time. And I stand that I would fight all Pomefiore just to deliver the most crazy stuffed burger from McDonalds to Epel. They can't hold the power of sertanejo in my veins!! |
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pedrisbanana · 1 year
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Can u do another Pedri and Gavi threesome please
Just can't resist a golden boy... let alone two of them
Enjoy 🍌
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Golden Boys
You stared at the gold shimmering trophies inside the little cabinet. They were exact replicas of each other, one difference being the names engraved. 
Pedri.
Gavi.
It seemed rigged that of all young footballers, Pedri and Gavi had won it. Yes, they were good, but were they really that good.
You could see your reflection in the polished gold. 
"The way you stare, someone might think you'd steal them." Pedri's reflection smiled at you. 
You turned to look at him. "I might, but they're a little massive for my handbag"
Pedri dropped his smile. "Gavi told me you like massive." 
Something shifted in the air. The innuendo not brushing past you. 
"I didn't know Gavi talks to you about me." you smirked. 
"You're all he talks about. You should watch out or I'll might get jealous." the midfielder nudged your side playfully.
„Maybe I should make you jealous, then you could leave it out on the opponent" You teased him. 
„Oh I don't need jealousy for th-„ 
Pedri was called to training. He was 10 minutes late already. 
„You're gonna pay me back the fee" he kissed your cheek and left. 
You looked at the trophies for a couple more minutes before making your way to the small conference room near the locker rooms. 
Gavi skipped training today, because he had a lot of media to stuff to film since he won the Golden Boy. The room was already prepared for a photoshoot. You weren't exactly sure if it was for a magazine or some online publisher, but you didn't care anyway.
The person of the hour stepped into the room and greeted you with a kiss. He licked your lipgloss from his lips, tasting the strawberry. 
"Are you sure this stuff isn't edible ?" he laughed, hand resting on the small of your back. 
Pablo wore a black sweater that made him look incredibly handsome. The material felt soft as you touched his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. Being so close to him, his scent filled your nose. He smelled clean, like soap and fabric softener. Something you always liked about him, that he didn't use half a bottle of musky perfume. 
He let go of you to greet the staff and talk to the photographer. A man brought the trophy in that you had just stared at 15 minutes ago. 
Oh. You didn't know he was supposed to be photographed with the golden boy statue. Biting your bottom lip, you watched as your boyfriend accept the polished gold football with a big smile. 
The staff left, leaving Gavi, you and the photographer alone in the small conference room.
During the photoshoot, you watched him follow the directions. Moisture was collecting between your legs. He stared at the camera intensely and the smirk he flashed, went straight to your clit. 
You looked at his hands to distract yourself. Pablo's knuckles turned white from the heavy weight of the statue and the veins on the back of his hands seemed to define even more. Yes, you definitely had to change your underwear at home.
"What's got you all blushed, carino ?" Pedri's voice startled you, as he appeared behind you.  
He leaned his chin on your shoulder, a slight stubble tickling your skin. 
"Ew, you're sweaty." you tried to push him off. 
"And you smell like sex" he whispered, raising his thick brow. "I can't believe a simple photoshoot has got you all riled up"
You must be as red as a tomato now. "Umm nooo. Don't be silly." 
Pedri let out a loud laugh, making Gavi and the photographer look over. He apologized and turned back to you. "I was joking, but apparently you weren't." 
"Well and if I am ? He's my boyfriend." you replied with confidence. 
"Well" he stepped closer to you. His warmth trapped you in. "If I recall correctly, you nearly ruined your lipstick at my golden boy ceremony last year, because you couldn't keep from drooling at me with this trophy." he paused, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. "So, amor, I don't think sweet Pablo is your problem." 
You stared at him breathlessly, eyes fixated on his. 
"We're done! Good job, Gavi, these will look amazing." the photographer pulled you from Pedri's gaze. 
Smiling at Gavi, you embraced him in a big hug, leaving Pedri behind. Your boyfriend set the trophy down on the table next to the door, where his best friend was standing.
"Don't you have training ?" he asked.
"Coach let us off early today, so I decided to pay our shooting star a little visit." Pedri replied, looking between his friend and you. 
The photography put his camera away. "I'll go take a break. See you in 30." 
The door shut with a click that had a shiver running down your spine. Being alone with both Gavi and Pedri somehow always had you a little bit nervous. You didn't know why. It was ridiculous.
"So what were you two whispering about ? Any secrets I should know about ?" Gavi laughed. 
You were about to deny, but Pedri cut in. "We were talking about how turned on your girlfriend gets when she sees one of us holding that trophy. I was about to tell her to be quiet if you guys decide to sort it out here." 
You blinked at Pedri. Yes, you guys were joking once in a while, but he never did it in front of his best friend. 
The younger one put his hand on your cheek, thumb softly caressing the soft skin. It was a sweet gesture, affectionate even, unlike the words that came out of his mouth simultaneously.
"Maybe she needs your helping being quiet. She never seems to be able to keep it down when she has my cock up her greedy pussy." 
There was it again. The uncomfortable feeling in between your legs. A small knot formed in the pit of your stomach as you stared into Pablo's innocent, almost pleading eyes. 
Your knees felt wobbly, but strong hands held onto your waist, teasing the small gap of skin between your skirt and your tanktop. You couldn't think or speak, mind being cloudy from the new sensations of Pedri's lips on your neck and Gavi's passionate kiss on your lips.
Skilled fingers made your skirt fall to the floor and slipped into your panties. Your hips ground back, feeling a hard erection. You moaned into your boyfriends mouth. Pedri slipped a finger inside you and tested your patience.
Pablo pulled back and looked at you. Leaning against the wall he unbuttoned his pants, watching his best friend slip his finger in and out of you slowly. His dick was swollen and precum leaked from the tip. 
Usually he made you lick it up.
"We have to be quick, Pablito." Pedri groaned into your neck. His skin was sticky from the sweat, but you couldn't care less with now two of his fingers fucking in and out of you. 
"Won't be a problem with her." he reassured his friend. 
With his pants at his ankles, Gavi bent down to rip your panties off, mumbling a 'don't need these' against your lower stomach. 
You held onto his arms, feeling your orgasm coming up. 
"I'm close, Pepi. Please." you moaned, fingers fisting the black sweater. 
"Didn't you want to make her shut up and be quiet ?" Gavi cocked his brow. 
Pedri laughed. "Oh I will." 
Just as you turned around, legs shaky from your denied release, you saw Pedri lick your arousal from his knuckles. Your boyfriend smacked your ass and made you bend over, holding your hips against his naked groin. 
Pedri's cock slapped your face as he removed his gym shorts. Before you could protest, he already slipped the tip between your lips, swollen from the kiss. Your hands immediately reached for his thighs, but he pushed them away. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you look up at him.
"Mmmh it's a little disrespectful to touch another man, when your boyfriend is so gracious to fuck you after lusting after him at his job, don't you think, hermosa ?" 
You tried to nod and held onto the table next to you. Meanwhile Gavi dragged the tip teasingly slow up and down your slit, spreading the wetness. 
You pushed your ass back, trying to create more needed friction. The shorter midfielder, painfully grasped your hips, holding them in place. 
"Aren't you a needy little thing ? Mi vida, Pedri prepared you nicely and he's even helping you shut your dirty mouth. Show that you're grateful."
Gavi's rough thrust, filled you all the way up, making you moan. Pedri slid himself further down your throat, muffling the noises coming from you. 
Your boyfriend set a pace he knew you enjoyed, massaging your hipbones with the pads of his fingers. Pedri groaned your name as you gagged on his cock, spit running from the corners of your mouth. 
This seemed to turn him on, because the pull on your hair tightened, making your scalp burn and your pussy clench around Gavi. Pedri joined Gavi's thrusts, making it hard to catch your breath and sanity.
"You take us so well, amor." Pablo breathed down your spine, leaving small bites and kisses through the fabric of your tanktop.
One of Pedri's hands moved from your hair to your face. He grabbed your jaw with slow massaging movements. He knew his size was making you sore. His thumb wiped away a tear. 
"I bet you're close, the way you clench me, like you never want to let me go" Gavi finally massaged your neglected clit. You were throbbing already, his ministrations almost painful. 
The way you kept moaning and sighing around Pedri made him throw his head back. He wasn't going to last long anymore. 
His seed filled up your mouth when you came with him. Your needy sucks throwing him over the edge. Gavi fucked you through it, enjoying the way you massaged him with your pussy. 
You sucked Pedri clean, swallowing what didn't drip from your lips. Releasing him from your mouth you let your tongue flick out to tease his shaft. With swollen lips you started sucking on his heavy balls, leaving small kisses. 
Pablo's thrust became unsteady. His breath uneasy as he scolded you. "I thought I told you to be a little more grateful." 
Making eye contact with his best friend, you catched your breath. Voice raspy and jaw sore you said: "Thank you, Pepi" 
Said friend reached down to wipe your mouth with his thumb, pushing it past your lips so you could clean it up. "It was my pleasure, munieca" 
Gavi buried his fingers into your hips again when he came. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him pumping his seed deep inside. 
An empty feeling, almost cold, spread through your body when he pulled out. Standing straight, your stretched and held onto the table to get steady and your mind clear,
You caught your reflection in the polished golden football of Gavi's golden boy trophy. Your hair was a mess and your eyes glossy. It had you blushing, so you focused on the engraving. 
Absolute Best.
Oh yeah. Gavi and Pedri truly deserved this title.
A/N: Last time you were Pedri’s girl, so now you’re Gavi’s. Didn’t matter for your climax anyway.
Leave me some love pls 🥺
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cattimeswithjellie · 3 months
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I was thinking about The Tunnel Bore Incident. Because by the time they blew it up, Doc already had more diamonds than he'd need for the rest of the season twice over. And I had this idea about what Doc might have actually said to Grian and Scar. I feel like he would probably have taken them into a Discord call, and told them quite plainly: "I built a gigantic, intricate redstone contraption, and you two managed to cause a chain reaction that blew the entire thing to pieces. Luckily for you both, it was no longer strictly necessary. In any case: You owe me." And then he would Pause Dramatically. "So as payment, you and I shall spend the next little while making Content out of this catastrophe."
Something like that.
This would definitely be on-brand for Doc, who derived a great deal of evil joy at the beginning of the season explaining on Twitter exactly how dead Joe Hills was going to be for stealing the live shulker he left at spawn, only to wind up giving Joe another shulker so that he would still have a pet shulker at his base (and then never building a shulker farm of his own and leaving the reclaimed shulker at spawn for another year.)
The thing is, some people got very scared and worked up over both these incidents because for one, maybe they have trauma from other SMPs in the past they don't understand that all the Hermits are adults, professionals, and most importantly colleagues who all have a vested interest in the world they are creating together. Much like in the Life Series, nothing goes in front of the audience that the creators are not okay with. We know that the Hermits don't always agree on things, but we also know that they keep their disagreements private and settle them behind the scenes.
In both these cases there was an injury to Doc, from Joe when he played a prank that was far more difficult to fix than he intended it to be (Joe has a surprising natural aptitude for the horrendous task of moving live shulkers around), and Scar and Grian obviously for blowing up a massive piece of machinery. Joe has a lot of anxiety about prank wars because he's had problems with them in the past, so the dispute was settled quickly with the return of the purloined mob and, despite Doc's Twitter bluster, with minimal impact. Scar and Grian, on the other hand, love prank wars and escalation, so rather than grabbing a Litematica schematic and fixing the machine (or begging Impulse, Tango or Xisuma to do it for them) they compensated Doc for the loss with three or four episodes of highly entertaining content and an excuse to put his highly-trained supervillain mind to work.
Honestly, Doc is one of my favorite content creators on the server because he has this dichotomy to him, where on the one hand he _loves_ building death robots and war machines and turning the power of the Hivemind towards ever-escalating retaliations, while on the other hand he loves making artwork and pretending his slimes are tomatoes. He clearly has a lot of affection and respect for his fellow creators, and it's very funny to watch him feigning rage and annoyance when he'd rather be charmed by Scarland and all the balloons and cat ears he got from it. Most Hermits need the occasional all-out Server War for enrichment purposes, but nobody (except possibly Grian) gets as much enjoyment from them as Doc. He's so great.
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russellsppttemplates · 5 months
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The first time you cook for George and it's kinda spicy and his face is as red as a tomato but he doesn't stop eating because he doesn't want you to be sad. The food is delicious. He just isn't used to it.
"This is my family recipe, so I hope you like it", you smiled as you stirred the food in the pot, stealing a glance at your boyfriend as he poured more wine in the cup for you.
"It's one of those entry in the family tasks, isn't it? If I can't have this, then I'm not for good and your grandmother will find a way to make sure we never see eacother again", he joked, remembering the last time he saw her. You had a small family dinner for your birthday and your grandmother had been able to join you, but as enamoured as she was of George's charming ways, she still wanted to let him know that her granddaughter was a special girl and that he was treating her the way she deserved.
"I mean, knowing her she would take some offense if you didn't like it. It's her specialty, so she would not be happy that someone doesn't like it. My cousin said once that it wasn't his favourite and she was ill for the next week with no apparent reason and we all think it was because of his opinion", you grabbed a spoon to taste it, seasoning it a little more before turning off the heat, "it's ready!".
You served the food and watched expectantly as George tasted it. His face seemed fine, but inside he was burning up, "it's delicious, my love", he smiled convincingly despite the heat rushing to his cheeks. The food was really good, that wasn't a lie, but the spiciness level was too much for him. He considered himself and adventurous person when it came to food and travelling around the world certainly opened his palate to more diverse tastes, but spice was still at an average level.
"Are you sure? You're a bit red, and you keep drinking water", you flinched, hoping he wasn't eating out of pity, "it's very good, darling. I'm just thirsty, that's all".
Later that night, with you tucked into bed, George still blew some air out of his lips, hoping they weren't too chapped, "the spice was a lot, wasn't it?", you nudged, "how did you know?", he blushed again, this time because he got caught, "your lips are incredibly warm still, here", you cupped his cheek, "let me kiss them better".
(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)
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xatsperesso · 1 year
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What if the boys know mc before going to rad?
It was 3 AM
Of course it was 3 am
I was just in the kitchen making myself a sandwich to avoid the existential crisis that's waiting to happen
And i do my lil-not-safe-around-knives-habit of closing my eyes and kinda doing things blindly when im tired. Then i saw a flash of light through my closed eyelids
That was the first time.
I open my eyes quickly and immediately see a chest
That is not my fluffy white cat's chest. That's a man
My eyes squint at the chest in front of me before looking for the head. It was fluffy orange head staring at my plate. The sandwich i blindly made using way too much cheese, pickles and tomatoes even though i dont like tomatoes.
I give the guy my sandwich
He smiles at me, gulps it then disappears
I really need to sleep. It's not funny anymore
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The second time it's happened I was lounging in my living room enjoying a lazy day with my cat. Just scrolling through the tv, trying to find anything-
Ahem
I whip my head around and see green impatient eyes looking down at me.
"Did you summon me here to just stare or do you have a reason?" He glares at me
I stare back
He starts getting angry
I raise my cat's head as a peace offering
He looks at the cat, no anger could be seen and starts to pet it. I imagined the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Is that all?" I nod
"You're sacrificing this cat to me?" I pull my cat closer, profusely shaking my head.
He looks annoyed but he disappears like the first one
This isn't a one time thing
Dammit, i need to deal with this
--
It's taken me a couple of sleepless nights and endless research, but that's probably what i need to do.
I light the candles around the scripts, try my best to pronounce the words correctly, and wait as smoke encases the room.
"You are in the presence of The Great Solomon. Tell me, young sorcerer, why-" i grab his black robe and stare dead in his eyes
"Is talking to demons dangerous?? Will they steal my voice???" I ask as my voice wobbles, tears threatening to fall
"It's just that last time he was talking to me and i was afraid cause this has never happened to me before but it felt so rude not to answer when he started asking me and it was like he was judging me and-"
"Woah woah, calm down! Demons cant steal voices unless it's in the contract" I stare at his awkward, uncomfortable smile trying to find any signs of lies
"Thank fuck" I let out the hugest sigh of relief, and let go of the sorcerer "I sorry, this has been stressing me out but i shouldn't have grabbed you like that. Tea?"
"Yes, thank you, and it’s alright. This is why i made it possible for magicians to summon me. I take it that you've been summoning demons lately?"
"Nah, they just sorta appear out of nowhere"
He blinks at me
I blink at him
"What-"
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I was engrossed in the horror movie. The music was getting louder. They were hiding from the it. they were running. One of them tripped cause of course they have to trip. The music is so loud now. They barely manage to hide-
"I, THE GREAT MAM-" I scream so loud the white haired demon gets startled.
"O-OI! What’s yo de-" screams from the tv interrupts him as the character got dragged by that-that thing and it started torturing them for fun-
Lots of screams, huddles, and complaints were heard that day
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"Gosh, i wish they weren't so busy today" I sighed as i continued playing mario carts alone "i really wanna kick someone's ass"
Just say the word and god will deliver
The light appeared once again, and out came a blue haired demon and-ohmylord is that a tail!
Thank whoever keeps summoning them, now my boredom will cease to exist
"Ugh, why did you have to summon me now, normie"
...Ya know, maybe im not that bored
Still, i pick the extra controller and toss it at him. He caught it with his tail (damn i want a tail)
"Wha-! Don't just throw controllers-"
"Wanna play? I bet I'm gonna win"
The demon stared at me for a second, looked at the tv to see the mario cart game. He seemed tempted
"Tch, I'm not gonna lose to some normie" he plopped down besides me and chose a character
...I'm gonna decimate him
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"Hah! Noob"
"Shut up! You must be cheating!"
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My cat gave me something
This was the first time
I was not ready
A red-head suddenly appeared in the living room
He looked mildly confused, but was smiling nonetheless. He looked ready to say something, probably cheerful.
I burst out crying
That made him panic, and that's probably when he noticed the blood in my hands
My cat gave me a headless bird, and that left me shaken
Somehow, he ended up cradling my hysteric form as i cried
After i calmed down and thanked him for trying to comfort me, he said it was nothing and left
He looked very confused the whole time
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Halloween was around the corner, and i decided I'm aiming for traumatizing people.
i took out my make-up, pulled up a 5 minutes craft video, and tried my best to imitate.
turns out im very good at make-up. it looked like someone cut up my face and blood was oozing out!
of course, a demon had to show up now of all times
i look at the light, and the demon comes out of it twirling like a ballerina.
he seems like a weird guy
"You've summoned me, Asmo-oh my! you're hurt. sorry, but I'm not really fit for this kind of things" he said, eyeing me up and down "unless you have a good payment for it~"
"...ignoring that, I'm not actually hurt. This is just make-up!"
"Oooh! That is pretty good, would fooled anyone! but it's not cute at all. let me show you how to look hella cute" he comes close, nabbing a make-up sponge out of nowhere
"W-wait! I'm doing this for halloween!! I want to look scary!" He grabs the makeup remover and grabs my face
"C'mon, sweetheart, scary is overrated! Just let Asmodeus take care of it~"
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Once again, it is 3 am. I need a better sleeping schedule.
I'm in the kitchen making some hot chocolate, when he came. In all his grumpy glory holding a pillow.
"Dammit, what the fuck do you want, human"
Oh
His voice was laced with malice
His eyes stared me down with hatred
He was murderous
I need to be careful around this one
...but
It's 3 am. I'm tired. Too tired to deal with this shit.
I return to my hot chocolate on the stove "want some hot coaco?" He squinted at me, warily
Fair. I'm a stranger after all
"What kind of ploy-"
"Just hot chocolate" i grab more milk, more choco. Maybe I'll add more marshmallows too "I'm planning to drink some at the roof. The stars look bright tonight. Wanna join?"
He was still untrutsful, he was still wary, but when i put a cup im front of him and headed upstairs, he followed.
He just sat quietly, i tried my best to not look at him a lot, try making him feel safe.
It was nice. We didn't talk, we stayed far away from each other. He left his cup for me to clean.
But it was nice
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Shit shit shitshitshitshi-
That's all i can think of as i scramble to get on top of the table. Im so not fit for this
A light, my savior, appeared leaving behind green haired demon
Yes, he's gonna-and he's already on top of the fridge, staring in fear
"WHAT Are you doing?!" I screamed cause what the fuck??
"You must have Misunderstood something. I am not to be summoned for such things"
"... WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF YOU HAVING ALL THIS DEMONIC POWERS IF YOU'RE SCARED OF A FUCKING RAT"
"May I remind you that you too-"
Meow
"*Gasp*, Satan!" I yelled in relief as my fluffy hero came and chased the mouse out of the room
"Pfft"
"You got a problem with my kitty?" I grumbled, getting off the table on shaky legs to get tan-tan, my hero, some treats and cuddles
Unlike a certain someone who's still on top of the fridge
"Not at all, it just reminds me of someone" he hopped off the fridge and came to give my kitty a few pet
I smiled. Seems like demons like cats.
Or maybe satan is a demon cat
"if that's all, i will be going then. I still have duties to finish"
And just like that, he vanished.
Squeak
Oh. Right.
The mouse is still in the house somewhere
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Alright, time to work
I'm sitting cross-legged, tablet on my thighs, stylus in my hand and trying figure out how hair works
"Ah. Where...am i?" He asks, looking very confused
A bright light, much brighter than any other appeared, and the person who came out of it seemed to glow
That's a first
"You're in my house. You don’t..look like a demon?? Sorry if that..offends you?"
"Don't worry, I'm not offended at all" he waved his hand dismissively "I'm not a demon, though. I'm an angel. Were you trying to summon a demon?"
"No, they actually just suddenly appear around me. I didn't know this could happen to an angel"
"Well, i didn't know an angel could be summoned" he looked kinda dazed
Im not sure what to do
"Are you..okay?" He looked at me for a moment, a soft smile plastered on his face
"No"
"...do you, want to drink something? I could fix you some coffee"
"Yes, that would be delightful. Thank you" he slowly dropped to the ground, staring at a spot on the wall
It was very awkward until he realised he could just leave
I think he's got an existential crisis to deal with
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This time I didn’t see a bright light, i heard a 10 year-old scream
I ran out of the kitchen, an egg still in my hand to see who the fuck is screaming in my living room
Lo and behold, it was a 10 year old
"Wh-where am i?! Why am i here?! Did-did you do this??!" The kid was near tears at that point
"Hey, hey hey, calm down" i slowly drop to my knees "it's alright, buddy. i know suddenly being transported here is very scary. Is this your first time?"
"Alright, thank you for telling me," he's glowing like the other angel. An angel too? "You're in my house right now. Do you know how to do magic? Like teleports and stuff? So you can get back home?"
"Y-yes" he's still near tears. He’s also far away from me, untrusting, but he's not screaming. I call that a success
He sniffs, then lowers the arms that were shielding him
"No, b-but I'm sure simeon will know that I'm here and will come get me!"
"That's great! But it might take him a while to figure out where you are. Do you wanna help me make some cupcakes until then? You'll of course take some home with you" he brightened up at that. So cute
"Y-yes! What kind of cupcakes are we making? Is that the kitchen? I happen to have these ingredients that are from the celestial realm and will make the cupcakes taste better!"
I smiled as i entered the kitchen behind him. He's so cute
"Seems like you know how to bake"
"Of course! I love baking things, and all the angels say that my baking is good! Don't worry, with me here your cupcakes will be the best cupcakes you've ever tasted! Simeon says that-" and like that he's taken over my batter and started adding stuff to it, only needing my assistance when something is on a higher shelf
An hour later, the same angel from before ("Simeon, look! We made cupcakes! Want one?) Came and took the lil' guy ("what's your name? I'm luke!") Away, promising him that he can have more play dates with me when I'm free
The guy, Simeon, looked like ge has yet to recover from his existential crisis
--
And just like that, the demons and angels kept being coming
"Oi, you will not believe how much money this scheme got me-"
And going
"Sorryy, but i gotta go now. How about we go to that centre next time?"
They kept coming with their antics
"Hah! Noob"
"At least not a normie anymore"
With their surprises
"What do you mean you're the prince of devildom? How the fuck do you keep ending up here?? Aren't you supposed to be the hardest to summon???"
With their favors
"MC! I am so happy i got here I've just found a new recipe in this book can we try it??"
With their worries
"My twin has been acting weird. He’s less objecting of lucifers plans, but its..very strange? and of coming out of nowhere"
Some still get shaken whenever they come
"Oh. I'm here again. I, thought it was gonna be that one time. Ha ha."
"...how about you sit down. On the couch this time"
And some decide to leave the second they see my face
"Oh, my apologies, but i must-"
"You will sit your ass down and you will drink the tea i make you or i swear i will-"
...Some have found out my address and just decided to make my house theirs
"Hey, apprentice! How about we learn how to-"
"Solomon, we've trained for 5 damn hours yesterday. I'm not uttering a single spell until I, at the very least, eat some damned breakfast"
I started learning more about them
"You named your cat after me?!"
"Your name is satan?!"
I started seeing them grow more comfortable around me
"I don't like humans, but, maybe not all humans are bad"
"...that sound kinda racist-"
"You know what I mean"
Months passed by, and I'm pretty sure i became close with all of them
Until the unimaginable happened
I got summoned
In a flash of light, i was somewhere else wearing different clothes(do their clothes also change?) I looked around to see-
"Guys!!" I screamed happily, it's always fun being around them
"MC!!" They screamed, their enthusiasm matching mine, but they all suddenly froze
"Wait, you know mc??" They turned to each other very confused, and suddenly questions were thrown, their voices growing louder and louder, and im just looking at them contemplating whether to break up the fight that will inevitably star-
"Silence!" A black haired demon suddenly yelled, and everyone stopped yelling "how do you all know of this human?"
Everyone stared at him, gears turning in their minds.
"LoL, Lucifer's the only one who doesn't MC"
They all joined forces (except for beel, the sweetheart) to tease black hair( Lucifer?) Over not being summoned before
"...are they always this loud?" I turn to Barbatos, who's looking very amused
"Yes, they've always been like this"
"Did you really never meet Lucifer, mc?"
"Ive heard of him. They always complain about him, especially satan and belphie"
"Well, worry not! I'd be more than glad to tell you all about Lucifer! I know the most about him, as he's my right hand man after all"
"...I thought you were talking about Barbs, your literal butler. The same guy who's taken care of since you were a baby" i heard a sigh from the greenette beside me
"One can only dream"
-- *bonus*
Knock knock
I looked at the door tiredly. Why would they willingly come to me at 1 am
still, I get up to open the door, and behind it was no other than Lucifer.
Weird, i could've sworn he was trying to avoid me all day
"Ahem, i apologise for disturbing you at this late hour. May i talk to you for a moment?" I let him into my room, then plop myself on one of the cushions on the floor.
He looked at me hesitantly
"You dont have to sit on the floor. There are chairs over there if you want" i say, but he shakes his head. He then attempts to, very awkwardly, sit on a cushion on the floor
Alright then
"So, what do you want to talk about" he looks out of his depth. Like he doesn't know what to say
Fair. No one knows how to talk properly at 1 am, and he looks like he'd rather get a seizure than talk in anything less than formal.
So I just accepted that this might take a while, and started playing with a rubiks cube satan gave me
I hate this cube
After a long moment of lucifer staring at me, he sighed
"I heard that you're the reason belphegor's..views on humans have changed"
"I guess that's what happened? I'm not really sure I'm the reason though. All I've done is give him some drinks or food, lend him my bed and occasionally talk to him. I didn't even try to change anything" i scratched my neck. This is somehow more awkward than Simeon's first visit
"Nonetheless, you were a big reason for what my brother's change, and I've noticed some changes in my other siblings. Positive changes."
"Well, it's nice knowing that I'm a good influence?" I really want him to just get over it. It's late and he's in my room and it's just very awkward
He looks at me for a moment, open his mouth to say-
"For fuck’s sake, Lucifer, just thank them already"
"Belphie! What are you doing in the exchange student's bed?" He asks very accusatory, as if he's not in the 'exchange student's' room so late into the night
"He’s been passed out there since dinner"
"And where were you planning on sleeping tonight" that's a trick question that i know the answer to
"LoL what's sleep" and i instantly regret saying that. That was not the right answer. His face is screaming it
"Just stay out of trouble, human" he gets up and goes to leave the room
He stops at the door way, and looks me in the eye
"Continue being a good influence on my brothers" then he closed the door behind him
"Don't worry," belphie yawns in his pillow " he's just like that. I'm sure you're be able to turn him around"
"Just make sure not to capture his heart too" he mumbled as he went back into deep slumber
Hah. Don't worry belphie
There's no way someone could like me in that way
I continue tinkering with the cube, solving it a couple of time, forget how to solve the xube and get frustrated, and before I knew it the sun was up again
Another day of trying to survive the boys' shenanigans
And I cant help but smile at that
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spilledquinoa · 12 days
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I've just realized how long it's been since I've done one of these (sorry bout that) but @rottenpumpkin13 has inspired me to do another one!
Sephiroth
"simply, communism."
"sometimes you just have to put sanity before fun"
"and I will say 'boo' and send you an email saying 'boo'" (also works for Angeal)
"watch out. he's blue and predictable"
"did you just say 'I'm vaginal'??"
"chicken<6"
"did you say 'prison' and look at me?"
"I'm so mentally unstable it's hilarious"
Genesis
"my mom has limbs you nipple spork"
"get in loser, we're going to the mortitician this Saturday"
"when Gwen Stefani dies, I call dibs on Hollaback Girl royalties"
"what's the point of a voodoo doll if you don't test it?"
"who cares about you graduating when the POLAR BEARS are getting HEART ATTACKS"
"roses are red, I might be autistic, I'm actually super gay but that's not a secret"
"so that's that. I didn't swear. like a whore."
"it's toxic but in a frisky way"
"you little piss-ants"
"what rhymes with alcoholic"
Angeal
"who is it? who's meowin'?"
"Genesis is subpar at best but he's not lame!"
"why aren't we vaccinating the chickens?"
"turkey, turkey, sociopathic turkey..."
"'I drive all night to keep her warm' (referring to Story of My Life by One Direction) man, you don't have to drive to keep someone warm? get a blanket! cheaper than gas!"
"I respect, acknowledge, and admire the grindset"
"capital mark"
Zack
"bananas are freakin weird man"
"he said he has a stommy ache"
"tomato, tomahto, ketchup, potato"
"ham means death??"
"pizza that has lost all heat and pizza that has been put in the fridge are two VERY different kinds of cold pizza"
"I feel like a dish pickle"
"while you've been running the Eiffel Tower, I've been secretly stuffing bees into pants"
"I had a dream someone was cussing me out in sign language"
"when it's 0° I wear pants"
"if you need the bathroom, go now or forever hold your pee"
*whispering* "are they stealing monkey nipple milk??"
"if it's slow, it's bisquik"
Cloud
"well that was OPPRESSIVELY offensive"
"she's Amish, not racist"
"it's educated gambling"
"no I do want scurvy, just to say that I've had it"
"ZACK SAID FREEDOM AWAITS AND I HEARD FREE THE HOMELESS"
"if you step on a crack and break your mom's back, what about orphans?"
"at your temple dipshit"
"you can't just 'dick around' at a SENATE HEARING."
*about Genesis* "wow! I never knew someone could that well versed in being a bitch!"
"I will never cease to disappoint"
Group!
Cloud: is it snowing or hailing?
Zack: snailing
Cloud: aren't you gay??
Genesis: yeah sometimes I forget
Angeal: protons have mass
Zack: I didn't know they were Catholic!
*chatter, before room goes suddenly silent*
Angeal: ...and that's how I first kissed Genesis on the mouth!
Cloud: that's a real how I met your mother vibe
Zack: I'm being killed!
Genesis: no you're being kidnapped fuckwad, there's a difference
Angeal, about Cloud: you're selling yourself out to the army?
Genesis: like a prostitute??
Sephiroth: you're offending prostitutes
Genesis: at least they get something out of it
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s0ulryo · 2 years
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Small Things Il Dottore Does For You *ೃ༄
[Dottore x Reader] Synopsis: Small things Dottore does for you (and other relationship headcanons). Tags: Fluff, slightly crackish yes, soft headcanon, possible cw. Notes: Prolly ooc? Not proofread. I won’t stop writing Dottore content till there's more Dottore content out there. I wanted to write more but my memory is shit and I keep forgetting what I want to write. Did I just start a new thing instead of finishing the oneshot fic i had planned, yes yes i did. Why is it always 1-4 am when I am posting? ENJOY!!
(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)
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Like I said in my last headcanon, he’d do anything for you. Doesn’t matter what that thing is – he’ll do it if you desire it, but if you straight up ask he’ll probably make fun of you for it. 
That being said, shopping with him is a nightmare for three reasons. One, he gets distracted very easily. Two, if you stare at something for too long he will get it for you. Three, if he thinks you’ll look good in something he will buy it.
“Hi, I'm back. I found this cool knife for my test subjects and I found this bracelet – I got two so we can match.” 
Tbh, he only acts super nice in public because he wants people to think he’s polite, being a Fatui Harbinger who is known for testing on people doesn’t really give you bonus points in the likeability department. 
He wants to be around you. I said that before too; but I feel like he’ll take you to events that he knows you both will like just so he can hang out with you.
He’s not the type of person to give you their jacket/coat/sweater when you’re cold. He will let you freeze. Well, he won’t give you his coat because he wants you to be close to him/cling onto him.
“You should have brought a jacket [Name].” You sigh “I literally am wearing a jacket Dottore, I didn’t know it would be this cold though.” “You should have brought a better jacket [Name].” You start walking faster out of spite. “Hey! Stop speed walking [Name]!”
He will yank you closer to him so you don’t walk away and so you can cling to him for warmth. 
If you wear rings or bracelets he’ll want to put them on for you – he likes physical intimacy and he likes knowing your style preference.
He’ll prank you with his clones, he finds your suffering enjoyable sometimes. 
Imagine just being surrounded (like in a cult circle) by all his clones while trying to get something.
“Dottore please – I just wanted to get a glass of water” 
He makes you tea when he comes back from work, whenever that is. He does that because you stay up all the time waiting for him.
He steals your clothes. Like all them time he steals your clothes. He steals them because he thinks they smell nice and he thinks if he takes all of your clothes you’ll be forced to wear his.
I like to believe he’ll write you letters when he takes long trips, but he never gives them to you because he thinks they are super shitty.
He makes you small little trinkets when he’s bored. 
He’s fairly insecure about his relationship with you but he just grew to accept it.
He wears your jewelry and gives you his to wear. He just thinks it's fun to swap earrings and such with you.
He’ll teach you how to make his favorite dish just so you can make it better. He’ll also try to learn how to make your favorite dish just to see if he could make it better than you can.
Every time you tell him about one of your interests he’ll act like he’s not interested in it but then try to learn everything about it so he can have a fun conversation about it with you in the future. 
He carries two handkerchiefs on him – one for him, one for you.
He’ll remember all your preferences, he likes studying people and you’re not an exception.
“No tomatoes right [Name]?” “Yeah, no tomatoes…” 
Sorry, I just think the texture or just plain raw sliced tomatoes are icky.
If you get sick he will try to take a few days off so you can get better quickly, and if he can’t he’ll send you voice messages through one of his inventions complaining about his job not letting him take some days off.
If you are good at art, he’ll let you draw on him.
He’ll be really animated while telling you stories in hopes of getting some of your reactions.
If he sees someone else staring at you in public he’ll either ask you to get something in the opposite direction of that person or link pinkies with you.
Sometimes he’ll let you style his hair.
He’ll hold a staring contest with you just to have an excuse to stare at you.
Besides your name, he will call you things like ‘Dear’ and ‘Love’.
He will pick you up out of nowhere – and if you resist he will drag you around on the floor.
Dottore writes down everything about you, almost like a journal. It has stuff ranging from what you guys did that day to a list of your enemies.
He really tries to make time for you, but then he’ll act like he didn’t make time for you.
“Dottore, you’re home early.” “Yeah, it’s not like I came home early to see you or anything.” He said picking at his nails. You rolled your eyes “Really? Then I’ll be back later.” “Wait [Name] – come back!”
Honestly, Dottore really wants to be around you; he just likes having someone to be around that doesn’t hate him. Just try to be easy on him, he knows he’s shit at being genuine when communicating so just be patient – please.
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imyourrjoy · 10 months
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Hop,Hop,Hop
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Summary: Flirting with Draco was not the best idea, especially when you're dating Bellatrix Lestrage.
Warnings : DOM/SUB , bratty reader, eating out , dildos, mean bella, striping, overstimulation, kinda age gap (let me know if anything was forgotten)
Word count : I'm not sure
Pariring : Bellatrix Lestrange x Afab!reader
A/n : My old account got taken down, but this is one of my favorite fics I've ever written ,so please enjoy. Feedback is always welcome, but keep in mind I am dyslexic.
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The death eater meetings where alway long and boring but Bella insisted i sit in on them with her it was a rule almost, this meeting was proticulary unfun all it was a stuttering Peter Pettigrew trying to explain the plain for the next attack only when Draco walked in did I get a rather fun idea. I was only a few years older than Draco, and he always had a fancy for me, even in Hogwarts. Seeing as the seat next to me was empty, he sat down.`Sorry, I was late, " he spoke. Peter just continued. I felt Bella, who was on the opposite side of me, putting in her hand on my knee. I looked over at Draco with playful eyes as I thought of what my plan was going to be. "Bellatrix the da-rk lord has a m-m-message for you , if y-you would follow me" Peter stuttering had become music to my ears before Bella left she placed a kiss on my cheek and whispered "I see those playful eyes,don't be bad while I'm gone baby". 
My gosh, I was so bad the whole time Bella was gone. I was flirting a storm with Malfoy. "You know your eyes are so blue it's stunning," I spoke dumbly, caressing his cheeks with my palm ,draco blushed. That's when I say bella enter back into the 
room i quickly left Draco running over to her, I gave her a hug but she held me for a moment "I see you didn't listen draco looks like a tomato,and you are in for a treat tonight" she spoke placing a kiss on my cheek.
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Night time couldn't come sooner. My attipation was so high I didn't like punishments but I loved how much attention Bella would give me.she walked into the bedroom finally i got up to greet her but she grabbed my hair."Oh no, bunny, no touching," she chuckled, pushing me to the ground. She let go of my hair and walked into the closet.once she came back out, she held a scary sight, a big dildo bigger than the other we have. It must be new. And no lube in sight my head was spinning, staring at the big purple dildo as my mouth watered."Aw baby, do you like your present?" She laughed again. I nodded to her amusement. She put the dildo down on the ground, and it was sticking to the hard cold floor."Now, now bunny, you are wearing far too many clothes." she came up to me and started ripping off my clothing. I gasped at the feeling of her ripping my dress clean off, leaving me in my bra and panties. "Oo, looks like I'm the overdressed one now." Bella looked at me as she slowly and teasingly took off her clothes, leaving her the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen. I gasped, seeing how the lingerie hugged her figure, making sure to show off her bosoms. I wanted to touch but remembered her words to me."Now, if you do as I say, you will be in for an almost bearable night. If not, well, let's hope that doesn't happen," she continued as he walked behind me. I felt my bra slip off of me down my arms to the floor, I felt her palms slowly move closer towards my boobs as she placed kisses along my shoulder as I whimpered into her touch. As she slowly caressed my boobs."Now bunny, I want you to lie down while I sit on your face, alright, my little baby." I was so eager. I just nodded, but she stopped my nodding by grabbing my chin. "I need words." Those words washed over me as i looked in her eyes "yes mommy".
I lay on the bed as Bella slowly made her way up towards me, leaving small kisses as she made her way to my boobs leaving small love bites before stealing my face. One part of the lingerie that I liked was that it was crochless as soon as she lowered herself on me, I licked a long strip against her fold she tasted like heaven. The more I licked and moved, the more sounds started escaping her mouth. I moved my tongue as fast as I could, wanting to see what else she would sound like "my little girl is so good" she said as I started sucking softly on her clit. She started shaking on top of me signaling that she was close I sucked as hard as I could only breathing when licking. I felt her release on to my tongue as she let out a loud moan I made sure to such up as much of her juices as I could. I could feel my chin it had her juices all over I didn't care.she soon got off of me and swiped the juices away kissing my lips softly "I hate to punish you but after what you pulled with draco even your amazing mouth can't help you" she said with remorse as she walked towards the dildo.
"Don't just lay there bunny, come on after all bunnies bounce," she let out a chuckle as she sat on a chair placed near the dildo. I slowly walked towards her, still intimidated by the size still."Bunny, come close," bella patted her lap, I sat down on her thigh as she kissed my collar as small sounds escaped my mouth. "Now bunny take off those lovely panty's and hop,hop,hop," she signaled towards the dildo. I took off my panties as she watched me. I was intimidated, but I was excited as well. I started to straddle the dildo I was wet enough to ease the tip in, but Bella was good at punishment in that way.the way of pain and pleasure. I moved it in and out, trying to stretch out more and make the toy wetter.``do you need help then" Bella asked not satisfied with my slow movements,she walked over to me put her hand on my hips making me sink onto the dildo farther.tears started falling softly as well as whimpers as I tried to adjust.she made me go down to the base I felt the dildo hit my cervix making me cry out."That wasn't that hard, was it?" she mocked. I started to move pain slowly started fading though the stretch was something to get used to the pleaser was new.the toy hit all the right spots, and the spots only bella made me feel."m-mommy,``I moaned out loudly."Yes baby," she responded, grabbing my hair so I could look back at her."it's so much,"I whinied incoherently. I cpuntinied bouncing  on the didldo as Bella placed rough kisses on my lips. She put her hands on my hips and started moving me faster. I moaned at the contact, feeling my high approach,"mo-omy I'm cl-ose." I whimpered into our kiss. Bella licked her lips and started moving me faster as my moans got louder. My orgasum was aproting fast as Bella moved my hips faster, not slowly down at all. I yelled out "mommy" as I felt my high wash over me, I clenched around the toy as bellas movements didn't stop the overstimulation washing over me. "I didn't say you could stop," she said, pulling my hair.
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After my third orgasum, I was a puddle before her. The sounds were uncontrollable; anyone who passed by our door may have thought a minder was taking place." One more baby, then where done?" I bella softly kissed my cheek, and I bounced up and down.it wasn't long before the familiar feeling came back. I sped up chasing one last high. Once it hit, I let out a loud whine.bella kissed me as she told me I was a good girl and what felt like a million times.
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Me and Bella sat in the warm bath as she held me close, placing gentle kisses to my face."Now, don't ever talk to malfoy, or your legs won't just wobble," she warned. "Yes, mommy," I replied as I let my head rest against her shoulder, slowly drifting to sleep.
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Go get some holy water and have an amazing day. I love you 🫶🏻🫶🏻
~Joy
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