#chocolate box inserts | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

squishycheekanon · 1 month

Text

Just a little price thot🥰🌸

You meet Price in a supermarket. Bumping right into him, more like slamming into him. The pint of chocolate ice cream and box of extra soft tisses that were safety tucked in your arms going all over the floor. Moving rather swiftly for a beefy man of his size, he quickly darts to the ground to grab the dropped items.

He’s so careful about the way he gives them back to you, holding them out to you with a small smile. The comfort items look so much smaller in his hands than they did in yours, he doesn’t even have them all the way out to you. They’re practically against his stomach, unconsciously encouraging you to come to him for them.

Then you look into his eyes and you think you feel your knees going weak, he definitely feels his buckling. The way you blink up at him with your pretty eyes all teary with smudged mascara and your soft lips formed into a sad little pout.

The words who did this he instinctively wants to say die on his tongue when he realises you aren’t his to protect, you don’t even know each other. Strangers, and he already wants to fight your battles without even know what they are.

“M’sorry.” You sniffle.

“Not a problem little darlin.” It’s a deep rumble from within his chest when he speaks. Thin lips curving up slightly, his bushy moustache moving with them, those thick mutton chops and that full beard catching your attention too. His voice is gruff and accented. You reckon you could listen to it every second of the day and never want for silence.

John was there from then on. He was just there, had inserted himself into your life, almost like a stray cat you feed once and suddenly it comes back everyday. This gorgeous older man had simply become a part of your day to day life.

You’re heading to work? He’s giving you a lift in his black chevy truck. You’re on your lunch break? He’s luring you outside for a cute little picnic in the park. You’re finishing work? He’s taking you back to your place and staying. He’s cooking you dinner, massaging your tired body. Lingering touches and longing stares. He wasn’t even trying to hide how much he fancied you.

Especially when it came to you dating other guys. He’d hate when you’d come home after a date, he’s in your apartment obviously waiting for you to return, and you’re all sad it didn’t work out. Questioning yourself and your worth or beauty. It would have Price’s ruggedly handsome face contorting in anger.

He would tell you no man would ever be good enough for you. He would also say no one was deserving of you. John would express that although he very much believed that, he would love it if you gave him the chance to try.

You would be so confused what he meant. Only understanding when he would hover over you, caging you in with his tall, burly figure and repeating the words “be mine” over and over again like a mantra.

He caught a look in your eyes at his words, similar to the one he saw when he first met you. It was clouded with confusion and want but it was there. Price knew. It was so obvious he wondered how no one else had seen it. But he knew, one look into your pretty eyes and he knew you needed taking care of. And the retired vet was more than happy to fill that role in your life.

2K notes · View notes

mimiriko · 10 months

Text

You are increasingly becoming aware that bringing the exact amount of change to the vending machine was a risk. A risk you never make because this particular machine is notorious for malfunctioning and dropping snacks.

It’s near midnight. A lone breeze brushes past and ruffles your nightwear, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You could go back to your room, but there’s a tender soreness in your legs from the days work. It’s too troublesome for the mere purpose of sweetening your mouth.

But your chocolate…

“You’re still up?”

A figure shadows you. You look up to your right, and see the moon in the form of bedhair. Sometimes, he forgoes his glasses when everything is casted in black and slightly easy on his eyes, so you’re met with blue rimmed with snow peering down at you.

“Hungry,” you respond, focusing back on the task at hand. Cautiously, experimentally, you tip the machine further right, small uniform shakes to loosen the kitkat stuck on the edge, an arrow away from a bullseye. Satoru stretches next to you, idly releasing the kinks in his neck. “I wanted to sleep early today,” he bemoans, slumping to your side and stays put, even with you floundering with his weight.

“Quit it!” you yelp, tightening your grip on the machine. You’re finally making progress and he decides to set you back three steps.

“Suguru told me i’m getting eye bags,” he prattles, rubbing at the aforementioned place, “I cannot have eye bags. Imagine that! My perfect sky blue eyes and dull skin underneath. It will ruin my whole look.”

Almost there…you feel yourself going cross eyed from staring at the kitkat for so long. The hook of metal around the corner of the package is slipping, just a little jostle away from setting your chocolate free.

But you stop.

You notice it’s suddenly quiet.

The reflection of the display glass allows you to see him staring just as you are, attentively watching if you make it out of here happily or suicidal. You straighten a bit, weirdly put on the spot.

“Hey…why don’t you just—“ his hands shoot out, shaking it ten times rougher than you.

Your alarms blare. “Wait wait wait—”

Your kitkat is set free.

And you watch it drop to the row below it, on top of a juice box.

“Oh.” He says shakily, a nervous giggle following. “Whoops.”

You turn your face to his side profile, and he pointedly looks ahead. His neck is bared to you, unblemished and devoid of accessories. A solid mark left on him would paint a good picture, an outline of your teeth. It might be the first mark he has ever gotten.

You think of Yaga-sensei, and his strict protocol for punishment when a fight breaks out. Especially when it disturbs others, because you’re definitely sure his screams will bleed to the top floors. You’ll make sure it does. Shoko will give you a celebratory hug for finally giving it to him, but will be disappointed that you would have to miss your lunch together. Utahime from all the way in Kyoto will mail you a gift and you’re pretty sure even Mei Mei would send you some cash.

As if sensing your malevolence, he quickly backs away. “H-Hold on! Look—“ he digs in his pocket hastily and pulls out a note. With sweaty hands he inserts it into the machine, and takes your hand palm up and places another kitkat in your hold.

You stare at it, and then at his pockets. “Give me another.”

You end up walking back to your dorm with handfuls of chocolate and a broke Satoru holding more just for you.

#I love kitkat they’re my favorite #this was supposed to be angst LMFAO #☆.satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n

2K notes · View notes

squoxle · 5 months

Text

Blow The Whistle ~ P.SH ff 18+

🩵🎂Birthday FF Special for My Hoonie🎁💙

❆pairing: Sunghoon!bf x Reader!gf | ❆wc: 1.4k | ❆summary: Sunghoon had recently picked up a side gig as a coach. But when he has to work overtime on his birthday, you have to think of another way to celebrate his special day. |❆cw: 🔞MDNI!! its smut honey...you know the drill

"Hey, birthday boy," you smiled as your boyfriend answered the phone.

You knew he was busy at work, but you just wanted to get an idea of what time he'd be coming home. You had planned a suprise birthday party for him and you were going to call a few friends over to celebrate. Everything was ready for him. You picked up a chocolate cake for him earlier and you had just finished placing the gifts on the table.

"What time do you think you'll be back home?" you asked.

"Uhh...I won't be home until after midnight," he sighed.

"What? Why?" you exclaimed.

"Well, today I'm in charge of cleaning the uniforms and skates for the kids. And we both know that takes a while."

"But--" you were cut off by the sound of his manager calling Sunghoon's name.

"Sorry, princess. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay. Love you," he quickly said before you let out a sad "I love you too" in response. He gave you two air kisses before cutting the call.

*Dammit* you swore to yourself. How were you supposed to surprise him now?

Just then, an idea popped into your head. You were gonna bring the surprise party to him. You quickly got dressed and ran to the store to pick up a few things. You also texted Sunghoon to let you know when everyone left and he was the only one in the building washing their supplies.

As requested, Sunghoon texted you when everyone left, just as he was gathering the dirty uniforms. Unbeknowst to him, you were already in the main lobby waiting for his text. It was around 11 pm when you put your plan into action.

You walked to the boys' locker room to find your boyfriend pouring a cup of laundry detergent into the top-loader washing machine.

You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. "Boo!" you smiled as his eyes widened in surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. It was supposed to be a surprise," you tapped his nose.

"Ohh so that's why you wanted me to text you?"

"Yep," you replied as you reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Sunghoon," you smiled.

He pulled your face closer to his and kissed your lips.

"Wait! I also brought you a jumbo chocolate cupcake," you said as you pulled out a cutely wrapped box.

"Since when was chocolate pink?" Sunghoon said as he opened the box, revealing a bright pink princess themed cupcake.

"Oh no...that's the wrong one...I should've double checked" you sighed, seeing Sunghoon holding the wrong cupcake.

"It's okay, baby. This cupcake is perfect because it reminds me of you. And what better way to celebrate my special day than with my special girl?" Sunghoon smiled before pulling you in for a hug.

You felt slightly better after hearing Sunghoon's reaction to what felt like the dumbest mistake ever, but you still wished it was the right one.

"Hmm yeah...well, here's the candle," you said, pulling out a single gold candle and placing it in the center of the cupcake. You carefully lit the candle and watched as Sunghoon blew it out.

Sunghoon stuck his finger into the pink frosting and licked it off. "I don't know why I was expecting it to taste like strawberry," he chuckled. "It's tastes like normal buttercream," he shrugged before dipping his finger in the frosting again, but this time bringing it to your mouth to taste.

You opened your mouth to suck the frosting off, when Sunghoon gripped the back of your head as you closed your lips around his finger.

He slowly moved his finger back and forth in your mouth before grabbing more icing, this time placing it on his tongue. You opened your mouth as he inserted his frosting coated tongue. You felt him glide the sweet cream across your tongue as you sucked it when he pulled away.

Gripping your jaw and tilting your head back, Sunghoon spit into your mouth and inserted his two fingers. You sucked for a while before he started to shove them deeper, causing you to gag. He bent down to bite and suck on your neck.

However, he bit just a little too hard and you could tell by the small drop of blood trailling down your neck that he quickly licked up, stopping the bleeding with his tongue.

"Hey, you can't eat me," you giggled, caressing his head that laid on your breasts. "Why not? Isn't it my birthday?" he teased before lifting you up onto the washing machine. "Well it is, but I'm not a peice of cake," you said squishing his cheeks together. "No, but you're my little cupcake," he smiled, showing his dimples before reaching to pull your sweater over your head, exposing your bra. He then removed his own shirt as he pulled your breast to his lips leaving kisses and marks all over.

You reached down to rub his dick through his sweatpants as he kissed your lips, neck, cheek, and breasts. You felt his hardness as he pressed himself more into your hand. He gripped you tighter as his dick twitched in your hands. "Ngh," he grunted before abruptly stopping.

"You want me so bad, don't you?" he said, lustfully starting into your eyes. You nodded your head as a devilish smile crept onto his face. "Then get down on your knees and show me," he said, as you climbed off of the gently vibrating machine, onto your knees.

You reached up to pull out his throbbing dick as he gathered your hair into his hand. You licked your lips before opening your mouth. "Hold on princess, you're forgetting something," Sunghoon said as he swiped the last bit of frosting off of the cupcake and shoved his sweet slightly dyed fingers into your mouth.

As soon as the icing was in, Sunghoon shoved his dick into your mouth ans began pumping into your throat. "Yeah, baby. Suck my dick and show me how much of a needy little slut you are."

You squeezed his thighs as you gagged on his cock, he pulled out just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving it back in. You sucked for a little bit longer before eventually using your hands to give yourself a break. "Mmm, fuck. You're doing so good baby," Sunghoon said you started to suck again.

He moaned a few times before pulling out of your mouth. "Ugh, f-fuck. I need that pussy right now baby, please," he whined as you stood to your feet.

Immediately he threw your body on top of the washing machine, pulled your pants down, and inserted himself into your pussy. As he was fucking you deep, you could feel your clit bracing up against the washer. The vibrations coming from the machine were stimulating you, causing your pussy to tighten around him. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he started to fuck you faster.

You struggled to stop yourself from moaning. "Don't fight it, baby. I wanna hear you scream," Sunghoon said before slapping your ass.

"Ngh, Sunghoon...I'm gonna cum," you whined weakly as the washing machine's speed increased making the vibrations stronger. "Good. I want you to cum all over my dick like a good little slut," he replied as you buried your face in your arms to muffle the sound.

"Uh uh. I said I wanna hear it," Sunghoon groaned before flipping you on your back on top of the machine. At this angle Sunghoon had full access to your dripping wet pussy and took one of his hands to stimulate your clit while he fucked you to your climax.

His veiny dick grinded agianst your g-spot causing you to squirt as you came all over his dick. You still felt your walls clenching around his dick as he pumped his hot load into your pussy.

You laid there on the washing machine with Sunghoon leaning over your body.

*BEEP BEEP*

The sound of the washing cycle surprised the both of you. Sunghoon looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. "Thanks for making my wish come true," he smiled, before kissing you on the lips.

"What was your wish?"

"To cum inside of my princess," he smiled mischeviosly, before kissing you again.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

❀ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

@chlorinecake @hoyeonheeseung @nikisdubblchococake @sussyjake @furious-eagle @cherrriesss @abbyizzy @weyukinluv @addictedtohobi @thatonenoona @wavykook @givemeyourtmihyun @jaeljn @hoonmywk @valennshit @19-yunalyn @hoonbby @frostedblankets @hoonsyo @no-mannerism @perfectxserendipity @chubbibish @ihrtlix @bunniesforsoobin @thereadersparadise @thatbooknerdfr @aiden2001 @belongstoheeseung @jakeybabe @donut-crazs @rizzhee @nikimeows @woonieees @uarmyxtae @rebecca-johnson-28 @they2luv1naia @isa-2007 @silcry @riverscafe @pearlwhitesoul @nikohiroshi @thatbooknerdfr @wonniewonwon @sughoonieeee @babyy-bambii @adrika04 @sehunsharpasseyebrows @nikisblkgf @wtfyangjungwon @fr-3-akn-4-stymf @rikiloversworld @shawyle @sunoosrightbuttcheek @uarmyxtae

351 notes · View notes

yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

Text

I don't think some people understand just how absolutely terrifying Mori is and I want to talk about it.

When you meet him it will most likely be in a casual place such as the street or the mall with Elise by his side, naturally. The little girl takes a swift liking to you and basically demands Mori to convince you to play with her and he obeys. It is honestly a little humiliating seeing a grown man beg for something like that but it is endearing in its own little way. Feeling bad for them both you agree and promptly make your way towards the playground where the three of you spend the day together, responsibilities be damned.

Before you know it, the physician and his daughter become something of a semi often occurence in your life.

Mori himself is silly - tripping all over his words, especially if Elise says something to him. There are times when the little girl says some of the most concerning things totally out of the blue but Mori always manages to shut her up, which feels out of character for him.

It feels like some sort of secret that you really should not hear but you decide not to pay any attention to it. Everyone has secrets to keep, a skeleton or two deeply hidden in their closets, you don't judge Mori for this.

He is greatly pleased with your easygoing attitude.

Mori often sits in his pitch black office, the scent of fine chocolates and cigarette smoke lingering in the air as his subordinates give him their reports but his mind is elsewhere.

He's half paying attention to the executive's words as he grabs a tiny heart shaped chocolate from the pristine red box, its surface shining brightly against the light that is lit close to him. He pops is in his mouth and savors the milky flavour, the sweet strawberry centre giving it that extra delightful kick which he oh so craves.

Mori indulges in the sweets and thinks of you as he does so. Yes, this is something you would love.

The gifts start pouring and pouring, each one more extravagant than the last. They range from fine sweets, good wine, beautiful clothing and letters which detail the senders feelings towards you. The sender never bothered to sign the letters but always made sure to add something like I'm always watching or Sleep well.

It was creepy.

You tell Mori about some of the gifts that are left on your doorstep but never go into full detail as you're too nervous of scaring him off. The older man always somehow manages to laugh the entire sitation away and tells you to not so worry so much. Don't you know that some people would kill to have someone so helplessly in love with them? He sits on your couch, legs crossed and with a cup of tea in his hands, which you served him of course. You talk and talk and his words give shallow comfort especially as time goes by.

Was he being too forward? Did the gifts not suit your preferences? With a sigh he just waves off his men, all while thinking to himself "Ridiculous, of course they love it!"

Mori thinks you're just shy. You just are not used to someone paying so much attention to you, especially to the extent that Mori is. He has eyes and ears everywhere, your apartment is under constant surveillance and not to mention that the apartment itself is bugged, allowing Mori to hear you speak and do your other daily activities.

He knows you better then you know yourself.

It does not take Mori insert himself in your life in more personal ways. No matter who, Mori always somehow manages to make the people around him look worse than he is and in a flash he orchestrates the downfall of your whole entire life. You lose your job, your home, your friends and family no longer speak to you.

Some, if not all are dead but you don't need to know that.

That is when he comes to you, when you are at your weakest, your most vulnerable. He drops the silly act like a mask and his true colours are exposed.

Mori Ougai is a monster.

But, would you rather sell your soul to a monster or be left in the streets alone, unloved and penniless? Truly, your life would be so much easier if you just submit to him and look, you don't even need to do that much! Eat the food he feeds and wear the nice clothes he gets you and you will be golden!! Just, be still and pretty, alright?

It's honetly so jarring to see Mori's personality shift - one minute he is the silly doctor you met and grew to like, the man who says dumb things in order to make you laugh, the man who was willing to beg on his knees for you to just please, wear this cute outfit, it is going to look so good on you he promises!!

And yet, the next moment he is cold, cruel and calculating, the head of the Port Mafia. He is a man of his word and his subordinates greatly admire and fear him, yes, fear. Do not forget that Kyouka literally started shaking when she saw him after she left the Port Mafia, almost everyone who is in close contact with the man is never the same person they were once before. He will make himself out to be the best possible option and you know that he is the reason why your life is in shambles but that's not even the worst bit.

It is the fact that you have two options. Do you go to the streets and die in the darkness, be it from starvation, dehydration or murder? Or, do you stay with Mori who all but guarantees your safety and comfort, under the condition that you can never leave?

He knows you hate him and he is perfectly content with that. You will choose him in the end, you always will.

That is what keeps you both up at night, one with glee while the other with terror.

🕊️ TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @rosemary108233, @itssara-chan, @gettinshiggywithit, @ophticcus

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere imagines #yandere x you #bsd mori #yandere ougai mori #yandere ougai mori x reader #mori #mori ougai x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs

1K notes · View notes

starrierknight · 8 months

Text

❣ TAGLIST FORM | BYF + DISCLAIMERS ❣

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎: hi, darlings!! this is my first kinktober, which is so exciting! while this doesn't adhere to the official 2023 kinktober prompts, i hope it will be enjoyable for you all! 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: this event exclusively features dom!reader x sub!character. the reader inserts are always gender neutral and written with AFAB anatomy in mind. all fics will be published at 11:30pm BST. all writing for this event will be tagged under ꒰ 🝮 ꒱ — kt 23 ❣ REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! ❣

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | megumi fushiguro

❥ dumb doll | 1.8k

You have a bad habit of breaking your favourite toys.

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | ryomen sukuna

❥ poor thing | 7k

"O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!" — William Shakespeare, via Hamlet Act 2, Scene 2

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 | getou suguru

❥ just us / microcosm | 7.2k

“I am tired, I have a colossal need of you.” — Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. June 1944

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | toji fushiguro

𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 | yuuta okkotsu

❥ chew toy | 3.1k

Your puppy missed you while you were at work. Won’t you give your dog a bone(r)?

𝟎𝟎𝟔. 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 | yuuta okkotsu

❥ guilty pleasure | 5.2k

“It is always pleasant to divulge a secret under dramatic circumstances.” ― Thomas Burnett Swann, Day of the Minotaur

𝟎𝟎𝟕. 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | gojo satoru

❥ glutton for punishment | 7.2k

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ 'Cause I'm all that you want, boy / All that you can have, boy / Got me spread like a buffet / Bon a—, bon appétit, baby — Katy Perry, Bon Appétit

𝟎𝟎𝟖. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄 | toji fushiguro

𝟎𝟎𝟗. 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 | choso kamo

𝟎𝟏𝟎. 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | gojo satoru

❥ drunk 'n' nasty | 8.8k

“Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

𝟎𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 | getou suguru

𝟎𝟏𝟐. 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 | gojo satoru

𝟎𝟏𝟑. 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋 | yuki tsukumo

𝟎𝟏𝟒. 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | megumi fushiguro

𝟎𝟏𝟓. 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 | ryomen sukuna

𝟎𝟏𝟔. 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | gojo satoru

𝟎𝟏𝟕. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 | choso kamo & yuki tsukumo

𝟎𝟏𝟖. 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | getou suguru

𝟎𝟏𝟗. 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌 | gojo satoru

𝟎𝟐𝟎. 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃 | choso kamo

❥ like rabbits | 5.3k

You both like the thrill of the chase, but he likes being caught more. You were fully willing to take advantage of this fact (and him).

𝟎𝟐𝟏. 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 | toji fushiguro

𝟎𝟐𝟐. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈 | getou suguru

❥ lit fuse | 6.3k

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us, but we can't strike them all by ourselves.” ― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | maki zen'in

𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍/𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 | choso kamo

𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘/𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | gojo satoru

❥ bite the hand that feeds | 5k

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling, and Domine non sum dignus should be on the lips and in the hearts of those who receive it.” ― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

𝟎𝟐𝟔. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | ryomen sukuna

𝟎𝟐𝟕. 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | nanami kento

❥ work hard, play rough | 4.4k

You don’t work or play by the rules. So what if that’s unfair? This is a dog-eat-dog world, and the losers get left behind.

𝟎𝟐𝟖. 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | yuuta okkotsu

𝟎𝟐𝟗. 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | maki zen'in

𝟎𝟑𝟎. 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 | getou suguru

❥ pretty when you cry | 3.5k

You did his eyeliner and one thing led to another. Who can blame you, though? He had it coming (pun intended).

𝟎𝟑𝟏. 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | unspecified m!character

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I aim to complete 15/31 fics this year (2023) , and then finish off the rest next year (2024). this is a two year event! (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ) ✎~

these works belong to STARRIERKNIGHT . please refrain from plagiarising any of my works and do not repost/translate/modify/copy onto any platforms.

#꒰ ✎ ꒱ — tongues in trees #꒰ ✑ ꒱ — they kiss consume #꒰ 🝮 ꒱ — kt 23 #jjk x reader smut #jjk x reader #kinktober 2023 #kinktober masterlist #sub! jjk #sub!jjk

421 notes · View notes

enamation · 2 months

Text

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 : 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 !

a/n ♡ hey ! ! i know im late , forgive me ! the pjsk girls will be done separately , just to see who the public likes more . . . first post of 2024 , masterlist otw !

your valentine , tsukasa , who asks you to be his valentine by proclaiming his love on one knee , a bouquet of your favorite flower outstretched to you .

your valentine , tsukasa , who hold his arm out for you to take as he walks you over to a small clearing , a picnic waiting for you two .

your valentine , tsukasa , who tells you the stars pale in comparison to your beauty .

your valentine , tsukasa , who you share a lovely kiss with , the stars being your witness .

your valentine , rui , who gets you alone , presenting you a box of chocolates as he whispers ' will you be my valentine? ' into your ear.

your valentine , rui , who prints a picture of himself out , inserting a heart lollipop and hands it to you .

your valentine , rui , who you spend a fun day with at phoenix wonderland , eating soda candy and pretzels .

your valentine , rui , who you couldnt imagine spending your day with anyone else .

your valentine , akito , who texts you to meet him at WEEKEND GARAGE .

your valentine , akito , who greets you with a small smile and watches as you admire the valentines day decorations .

your valentine , akito , who tells you to order anything you want . ( dont be fooled , he did infact talk to Ken , and its on the house for today ♡ )

your valentine , akito , who you share laughs with , as he reluctantly takes silly photos and videos for your social media .

your valentine , toya , who invites you over to his place , telling you to dress fancy , but casual at the same time .

your valentine , toya , who is playing a song on the piano as you walk in , gesturing for you to come closer .

your valentine , toya , who has cleared out his living room , lit some candles , and brought all your and his favorite foods to enjoy .

your valentine , toya , who thanks an later for her help .

your valentines , who just want you to know how much they love you ♡ .

205 notes · View notes

bassettmemes · 1 year

Text

IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR! a collection of sentence starters and prompts to inspire holiday/wintery interactions. trigger warnings for mentions of food and drink.

❝ are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november! ❞

❝ come on, get in the spirit! dance with me. ❞

❝ if we’re having turkey for thanksgiving dinner, i’m not eating. the bird always looks at me funny and i’m not eating stuffing that’s been stuffed up a butt. ❞

❝ are you going to come sledding with us? it’ll be fun! ❞

❝ we can put up the christmas lights tonight! ❞

❝ i don’t want to be a grinch, but untangling lights isn’t exactly my favorite pastime. ❞

❝ let’s wear matching ugly christmas sweaters to the party! ❞

❝ do you think this eggnog is spiked? ❞

❝ don’t tell anyone, but, i spiked the eggnog. ❞

❝ you’re who i want to kiss at midnight on new year’s eve. ❞

❝ pucker up! you got caught under the mistletoe. ❞

❝ i didn’t know what to get you. i hope you like it. ❞

❝ you got me [insert gift here]? i love it. ❞

❝ please tell me that’s not a puppy yipping from the box... ❞

❝ isn’t it a little cliche to get engaged on christmas? ❞

❝ we always watch grandma got run over by a reindeer. it’s tradition! ❞

❝ i was sucking on this candy cane and accidentally made a weapon... ❞

❝ did you remember to get carrots to leave out for the reindeer? ❞

❝ i loved christmas as a kid, but i haven’t felt the magic in a long time... ❞

❝ do you want to bake cookies with me? ❞

SEND A WORD FOR A PROMPT. add + REVERSE to switch up who does what.

[ SKATES ] for sender and receiver to go ice skating.

[ COCOA ] for sender and receiver to get hot chocolate at a winter festival.

[ FESTIVAL ] for sender and receiver to go to a winter carnival.

[ ICE ] for receiver to slip on some ice while walking with sender.

[ FROSTY ] for sender and receiver to build a snowman.

[ ANGEL ] for sender and receiver to make snow angels.

[ MISTLETOE ] for sender and receiver to find themselves under the mistletoe.

[ TREE ] for sender and receiver to decorate the christmas tree.

[ PRESENTS ] for receiver to open a present from sender. (bonus points for saying what the present is.)

[ GRINCH ] for receiver’s reaction to sender not being in the holiday spirit.

[ KITCHEN ] for sender and receiver to make a mess in the kitchen while cooking the holiday feast.

[ MIDNIGHT ] for sender to kiss receiver at midnight on new year’s eve.

[ TIMES SQUARE ] for sender and receiver to watch the ball drop.

#sentence starters #rp prompts #rp #indie rp #christmas sentence starters #holiday sentence starters #roleplay prompts #writing prompts #rp meme #meme

2K notes · View notes

eroslove88 · 1 year

Text

"She only wanted to lie beside him"

Pairing: Yan. Kenma x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, bondage, noncon touching and noncon implied

Note: WOAH!!! I POST 2 TIMES IN A WEEK. WILD!!! Uhm yeah, this is a guilty pleasure fic.

Turning on your computer you feel a bit... dumb? It feels useless to even message him- but yet here you are. Kenma messaged you, and that's not out of the ordinary. Actually it's pretty normal, it's been normal for like 6-7 months.

You got close to him because he was in a server with a mutual friend. He goes to your high school and growing up the most you said to him was something about project years ago. Senior year- you thought that this would be the year where you'd come out of your shell but that never happened. Anxiety crashed that thought early on. When you got on a daily routine of texting Kenma you thought he'd actually want to befriend you, but that's not what happened. Long late night conversations and not a word said to each other in real life. It doesn't help that you two walk the same way home either...

Maybe you wouldn't have cared so much if you didn't have a small crush on him.

'hey did we hv hw' your computer gets a notification, Kenma. You sigh and type back, 'Yeah, the insert for this lesson.' you see that he's typing but he stops and doesn't respond until about 5 minutes later- despite being online. '👍' you couldn't help but roll your eyes and just sigh.

None the less he was an ok dude, he had offered to gift you things, games & chocolates- all of which you declined. You didn't want to feel materialistic and greedy.

'do you wanna play gungeon' you put your jacket on and replied quickly, 'Sorry, I'm going for a walk. I can play in an hour though!' you patiently waited and he replied quickly. 'k' huffing you closed your laptop, charging it before you left.

During the winter, the sun went down faster than usual. So around 7ish the streets were empty for walkers except for the occasional dog walkers.

The sound of quiet foot steps penetrated your mind. Snapping your head around you're faced with empty streets, probably paranoia you thought. You turned your music up walking down your usual route.

Even with the music playing you couldn't help but hear footsteps everywhere. You weren't so far from the park... just 3 more blocks.

The feeling of being watched burns your neck, you really should've turned around. Pounding footsteps come running towards you but you were too late. Your screams were demoted to tiny whimpers as you weakly try grasping the needle in your neck.

You were freezing, your arms and legs were duct taped together. It was a pretty lazy job, but whatever kind of tape it was was pretty fucking strong. Your vision was blurred with tears and you whimper into your gag and curled into yourself seeming to have missed the boy sitting at the desk across the room.

It wasn't until you heard the creaking of the chair and light footsteps that you felt panic. Your eyes remained closed even when he was right by your face.

The bed dipped down, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" a small crying noise comes out from your gag as you try to beg him to stay away. He shushed you coming closer but all you could do was shake your head and try to move away, "Hey, it's ok" he spoke to you like a stray kitten as he slowly approached your trembling body, "Sh... It's only me" you knew that. But that didn't stop you from squirming in his arm as you tried pushing him away. He tisked at your pitiful attempt, " 'm really sorry for not approaching you" he mumbles kissing your head. "I knew you were lonely..." he chuckles, "But that honestly made things even easier" he let's you go and stands up. "I've been waiting a while to do this you know" he pulls out a black box. He opened it and paused "I've always been curious to see how your pretty face would look with a full pussy" he pulls out 3 big dildos, "and ass" he smirks pulling out a condom. "2 v. 2?"

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere #tw noncon #haikyu smut #haikyuu yandere #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere kenma #yandere kozume #kenma kozume

497 notes · View notes

syd-djarin · 7 months

Text

Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice (neighbor!joel AU)

chapter one: the new neighbors

*18+ Minors DNI*

Word count: ~2000+

Warnings: FLUFF, nervous reader, a hint of masturbation (f & m), neighbor!joel needs a warning, eventual smut

reader has hair that she fidgets with, "grows warm" /"cheeks burning" but not necessarily blushing, with embarrassment - minor edits to make this more inclusive for my readers <3

Author/s Notes: this is my first fic, so ofc I had to write Joel, and I have a weakness for neighbor!Joel.

this will be a series and I'm so excited to share this :) this is super self-indulgent, making reader based off myself so shameless self-insert kinda? lol

a huge thank you & ily to my babe @katiexpunk for helping me make edits/bouncing ideas and encouraging me to dive into writing <3

Tags: no outbreak AU, neighbor!joel, reader is sweetie pie, age gap (reader is mid-late 20's, joel is late 30's-early 40's in this), dilf!joel, gratuitous descriptions of joel being strong & sexy, f & m masturbation, eventual smut, fluff

AUSTIN, TX OCT 2005

You’ve lived in this neighborhood for the majority of your life, with the exception of your time in college.

Now that you’ve finished your undergrad, your parents, now retired and living in Maine, have graciously offered for you to stay in your childhood home. It wouldn’t be forever, you think, just until something comes through for you to use your degree on.

The neighborhood hasn’t changed that much through the years; some of the houses got renovations or additions, although many of the homes were the same that they have always been. Many of the people living in the cul-de-sac had known you since you were just a baby, and like to remind you of that more often than you’d like.

Occasionally a home would go up for sale, and it just so happened that the house directly across the street from yours was one of them – a classic blue Ranch style home, well maintained, albeit a bit outdated, but full of potential. The previous owners lived there for nearly four decades, and the entire neighborhood is antsy to solve the mystery of who’ll move in next.

You had assumed that the next tenants would be another nuclear family type – the stereotypical, American family - husband, wife, two kids, the works. Much to your surprise, a single father and his daughter were the succeeding residents of the house. A ruggedly handsome single father, at that.

+++

Move in day came for your new neighbors and just like everyone else who resided here, you couldn’t help but to be nosy, curiosity getting the best of you.

You discreetly parted your living room blinds, your curiosity at its peak, as your new neighbors began unloading the hefty boxes from their U-Haul and settling into their new abode. You even went to check the mail to get a closer peek, despite having already checked it earlier in the day when it arrived.

You couldn’t help but ogle at the broad-shouldered man lifting boxes as if they weigh nothing. His dark gray t-shirt clings to his biceps for dear life and you feel your pussy involuntarily throb every time he lifts up the bottom of it, bringing it to his forehead to wipe the sweat collecting there, each time revealing his soft tummy and the dark hair that trailed down from his belly button.

You imagine yourself holding onto those brawny arms, while he pounds-

Oh my god, get a grip, you internally chastise yourself. It’s been too long since you’ve gotten laid, defending yourself for conjuring up dirty fantasies of a man whose name you didn’t even know.

You decided you’d go introduce yourself once it appeared that they’d finished unloading the moving truck, not wanting to disrupt or cause an intrusion.

Baking being one of your love languages, you decide to make your new neighbors your grandma's famous cookies – snickerdoodles and chocolate chip. The recipes don’t call for much, but your grandma swears it’s the love that goes into them that makes them as good as they are. She had taught you to bake at a young age; ensuring you knew the fundamentals, techniques, and the importance of quality ingredients. She also taught you that the best gift you could give is a dessert, one that requires your time and attention.

Besides wanting to be a welcoming neighbor, baking provides you with a necessary distraction to your nefarious thoughts about the new neighborhood DILF. Were these cookies for him, sure, but it proved to be quite a successful deterrent from your naughty thoughts, allowing you the space to fully engross yourself in the task of making the dough, folding in the chocolate chips, rolling the batches into little balls, and spacing them out evenly on the tray before popping them in the oven.

After a couple of hours, the cookies now cool, and the warm autumn sun begins to set. Your home smells of warm sugar, a nostalgia that brings a smile to your face. You peek out the window and notice the moving truck is now gone, and figure now was as good a time as any to introduce yourself.

You neatly package the goodies into their designated container, draw on your oversized flannel and shoes, and begin your brief trek across the street. As you begin walking down your porch steps you’re hit with a wave of nervousness, your stomach does backflips and your heart beats faster. Get it together. You take several deep breaths and hold onto the cookie container a little tighter before continuing on your mission. Why are you such a nervous wreck? I mean, it’s just some guy, you (unsuccessfully) try to reason with yourself.

Reaching the front door, you knock– tap, tap, tap. A brief moment passes, and the door opens, leaving only the space of the doorframe between you and a young girl with wide, curious eyes and beautiful curly brown hair staring back at you.

“Hi there, I’m your neighbor across the street,” you say, gesturing towards your own home, “I wanted to introduce myself – I brought you some cookies, just a little something to say welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Cookies! Ah sweet, I love cookies - what kind?” she asks, not at all trying to hide her fairly obvious interest for them and less in you.

“There’s chocolate chip and a few snickerdoodles,” you reply, giving her an amused smile.

Her father, the devastatingly handsome one, makes his way up behind her and stands in the doorframe, halfway inside and halfway onto the porch where you stand. He was a sight to behold up close: dark hair that had a loose curls and a beard, both lightly dusted with some grays, chocolate brown eyes you could drown in, a mustache that perched atop plush lips.

He’s muscled in the shoulders and arms, which act as a nice compliment to his soft torso. He had the kind of physique that came from hard labor, which only fuels your attraction to him more.

If this were a cartoon, you were sure your eyes would be bulging out of their sockets in the shape of hearts.

“Oh, uh–hi,” you say, perhaps an octave too loud. “I was telling your daughter here that I brought over some cookies, you know, as a welcome gift,” you pause, realizing you hadn’t even introduced yourself. “I’m your neighbor, I live just across the way,” you say, nodding to your house. You turn back to face him and fidget with your hair. Through a nervy smile, you manage to give him your name.

“I’m Joel, this here’s Sarah,” he says, voice gruff and smooth at the same time. He holds out his hand to shake yours. You hope he wouldn’t notice how sweaty your hand is; maybe it’s the nerves, or the still-sticky Texan air, despite it being October. Probably both.

His palm is warm; worn and calloused in some places, but firm and inviting. You couldn’t help but gawk at how small he made your hand feel in his. He releases your grip; bringing you out of your brief trance, and your eyes once again meet.

“Welcome to the neighborhood, Joel and Sarah,” you smile and hold out the container of cookies for Joel to take. Before he can even reach up to grab them, Sarah already has her hands on them and has run back into the house, murmuring something that sounds like thanks as she does.

He had just met you, but Joel couldn’t deny how much he likes hearing you saying his name in your gentle, nectarous voice.

Your hands now empty, you nervously interlace your fingers and twirl your thumbs, unsure of what to say next. Joel’s eyes take note of the smudge of flour on your cheek – cute. He also notices the flour in the cleft of your cleavage, but he tries not to make that fact obvious. The flour between your breasts stares back at him, but he collects his composure, averting his gaze back to you. He should point it out to you, he thinks, but you seem shy and he doesn’t want to embarrass you, or scare you away from wanting to come over again.

“‘Preciate the cookies, sweetheart,” he says, voice low. His eyes stay glued to your face. You avert your eyes downwards and cross your arms, buckling under the weight of his gaze. You felt your cheeks and chest grow hot at his use of sweetheart.

“I’m just – uh,” you trip over your words, nervous, “I’m just across the street if you need me,” you offer, giggling at the suggestive way that sounds, “you know, like a cup of sugar or anything like that,” you add.

Joel nods in reply, edges of his mouth coming up in a smirk as if to acknowledge your kindness, being careful not to full on grin in amusement of his apparent effect on you.

“Same to you,” he says before closing the door, perhaps eyeing you a moment too long as you walk away. He turns to enter the house, only to find Sarah staring at him, cookie in hand, and a knowing grin on her face.

“Why didn’t you tell her she had flour all over herself?” she asks, teasing, like she could already tell he was embarrassed to admit the truth.

“Did she? Hmm, didn’t seem to notice,” he says, trying to hide the lie behind a weak cough, before walking away, cheeks obviously flushed.

Back in the safety of your own home, you come to a still with your hand pressing on the door, reeling from your interaction with Joel. You were wired up, buzzing with arousal and nerves.

And God, the way he called you sweetheart.

You replay the moment over and over in your head, not wanting to forget his Texan twang or the way he looked at you when he said it. You could have died, right then and there. You let your mind run wild, thinking of all the things you wanted to do with him, what you wanted to do to him.

Needing to relieve the throbbing ache in between your legs, you decide a shower is in order. When stepping into your bathroom, you catch yourself in the mirror. You were mortified at the discovery of the flour on your face and chest. You had been so engrossed with baking the cookies and too anxious about taking them over to Joel’s that you failed to give yourself a once-over in the mirror before heading out the door. The arousal you felt temporarily held precedent, you’d process your embarrassment later.

You step into the steamy shower and touch yourself, thinking of Joel. You shove two fingers inside your pussy, imagining they were Joel’s long, thick, dexterous fingers.

Little did you know Joel was having his own feelings about your little introduction.

Several of his new neighbors come to introduce themselves in the coming days, under the guise of welcoming him and his daughter, but in reality, they wanted to get scoop on who they were. Where had they moved from, what prompted the move, we’re they planning on staying short-term, what did he do for a living, was there a Mrs. Joel Miller? And once they found out he was a contractor, there were a whole other set of questions of “would you mind taking a look at my ____”.

He liked the neighborhood, and while the people were nice and seemingly mean well, Joel begins to feel irritation at the consistently prying questions, annoyed that people felt like they were entitled answers to begin with.

But you.

He was not expecting you.

Beautiful, endearing, kind eyes, a smile he thought could end wars. You had been sweet and respectful, and didn't appear to have ulterior motives. It made his heart palpitate and sent blood rushing somewhere he knew it shouldn’t. You were young, too young and sweet, too sweet for a man like him.

Then he saw how you stared at his hands, grew warm and shy when his gaze had lingered too long on you.

That night, with Sarah tucked into bed, he grabs one of the snickerdoodle cookies, Sarah insisting that he save all of the chocolate chip ones for her, but he doesn’t mind; snickerdoodles are his favorite.

He bites into the soft cookie, his eyes fluttering shut as he does, an involuntary reaction to the sweet, perfectly soft texture. He lets out a moan, the kind that is elicited when tasting something delicious.

And the fact that you made them? The thought sends blood straight to his dick.

Joel, in inner turmoil, was trying to resist the temptation to touch himself to the thought of you. God, if your cookies were this good, so sweet and fluffy, how good would you taste.

The thought consumes him, the temptation too strong.

He polishes off more than three of the cookies, before heading to shower. That night he takes his cock in his fist to the thought of you, and your stupidly delicious fucking cookies.

Joel was a gentleman, sure, but he was also a man.

And the best way to get to a man’s heart?

Through his stomach.

THE END

#joel x f!reader #joel miller #neighbor!joel x f!reader #first fanfic #joel fic #joel x reader #joel miller is babygirl #joel fanfic #reader insert #fluff #smut

232 notes · View notes

statusexile · 5 months

Text

You Know What He Deserves? Dessert!

Summary: It’s Ghost’s birthday and you have agreed to become his dessert for the night.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Warnings: semi-pwp, gender neutral reader, dom!Ghost, minor force feeding, creampie, degradation, dirty talking, food play, sploshing, minor food insertion, anal sex.

Word count: 1,365 words

NSFW. MDNI!

a/n: This is very nasty so please proceed with caution lol. Feedback and suggestions are always appreciated, along with reblogs and likes. Thank you for reading! ❤️

This is a corresponding story to You Know What I Deserve? Dessert!

Everyone loves Ghost, so they give him a lot of cakes for his birthday.

Both of you held a birthday dinner for him. Ghost only agreed to invite Task Force 141 and no one else, so you agreed with him. But then, every member of the squad brought him a birthday cake to his party. Even Soap brought him two birthday cakes and a box of cupcakes for his beloved lieutenant, and now, you didn't know what you supposed to do with that much cake because there's no way you and Ghost could finish them all yourselves.

The birthday dinner itself went well and everyone had a great time together. As the night went on, it was nearly midnight, everyone began to say their goodbyes and thank both of you for the party. Now, you're left with a bunch of birthday cakes - most of them are still untouched on the dining table. There's no way they could all fit in the fridge, you think to yourself. Even if you decided to keep them in the fridge, it would take at least a month for both of you to finish everything.

“Ghost, what do you want me to do with all these cakes? Do you want to keep them all? Because there’s no way we could eat all of them and it wouldn’t fit in the fridge” you said to him while he’s currently scooping one of the cake’s frosting with his finger. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, still preoccupied with the cake and frosting, before finally replying to you.

“Why don’t you take all your clothes off?” he said in a monotone voice.

You're taken aback by his words as you weren't expecting him to say something quite like that. “What?” you said to him, raising your eyebrows in confusion.

“I said take all of your clothes off. Now.”

Now you know he means business, because he wouldn't normally speak to you in that demanding tone unless he was dead serious. So, obey him, you didn’t know what he wants from you at this point but his voice alone turns you on already. You stripped all of your clothes off, including your underwear until you are completely naked.

“Ghost, if you want sex, let’s clean this all up first and then we can move to the bedro—” you didn’t manage to finish your sentence as Ghost suddenly shove a handful of cake to your mouth with his hand. You’re perplexed by his action as you didn’t expect him to do something like this.

He shoved the entire cake on his hand into your mouth, pushing it with his fingers making you nearly choke on it. You gagged as he keeps pushing the cake with his fingers to the back of your throat. He thrusted his fingers continuously and he doesn't stop pushing cake into your mouth until you swallow it all. You’re both really confused and turned on by his action.

Ghost always has a sweet tooth and an appetite for you. He decides to indulge in both on his birthday.

He grabbed another handful of cake and starts smearing them on your face and your neck, and then grabbed another and starts smearing them to your chest and your stomach, basically covering half of your body with chocolate cake and its frosting.

“Ghost, what the fuck?” you finally said something to him, you’re absolutely confused at this point, unsure of why he’s doing this to you as he’s still busy smearing the cake on your body.

“Shhh, shut up and let me enjoy my dessert” he purred as he starts licking the cake from your face,languidly, sending shivers down to your spine. You didn’t know he’s into this kind of fetish as he never seems to show any interest in anything besides vanilla sex. But you didn’t care about it at this point as you lost in the pleasure of him licking the sweet dessert from your neck and nibbling them with his mouth.

He slowly moves down to your chest and starts sucking on your chocolate-covered nipples, you let out a soft moan from your lips. His experienced tongue starta licking your sensitive buds over and over again until it’s clean from the cake.

But he suddenly stops licking your body, leaving you wanting more. He suddenly took of his clothes, exposing his beautiful muscular body to you as you can see his cock is already hard and dripping with precum. The sight was absolutely delightful to your eyes.

“Get down on the floor, face down, ass up. I’m gonna fuck your brains out tonight” as he grabbed a handful of buttercream frosting from another cake and starts smearing it on his cock, using them as a lube.

On the back of your mind, you think that this is so fucking disgusting and it’s really unlike him to act like this. But at the same time, it’s so exciting as you’re curious what he’s going to do with you, so you obey his command, getting into the position you’re told to.

“I’m gonna stretch your hole real good today, slut” as he starts tapping his shaft on the entrance of your asshole, smearing it with buttercream. Preparing you for what’s to come as he slowly sliding the tip inside of you. You could feel your hole starts being stretched by his thick, veiny cock. The buttercream made it easier for him to starts thrusting inside of you over and over again.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god!” you let out a loud scream from his action. You could feel your hole stretched thin as he keeps fucking you mercilessly. Your body is so sticky from the cake and its frosting and at this point you’re trying so hard not to slip on the floor because how slippery it becomes from the mixture of the frosting and your sweat

“So. Fucking. Tight.” he growls in a low, deep tone as he fucks you like you’re his little fuck toy that he can use whenever he pleases. His grip on your hips is so strong that you're sure it's going to bruise tomorrow.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” you moan loudly, you could feel your hole stings from the buttercream and you body is starting to feel as if it's going to split in half. It was painful but it was so fucking good at the same time. You never imagined you’re going to be fucked like this before, you feel so depraved, your morals leaving your body, yet you succumb to the intense pleasure Ghost is giving you.

You can’t stop moaning lewdly as Ghost keeps pounding you. Suddenly, he takes one of the cupcake that Soap brought today and starts forcing it inside of your mouth, silencing you immediately.

“You’re a real loud bitch, aren’t you? Now, shut up and take my cock quietly, you fucking cunt” he growls next to your ear, you could only nod to his words, nearly chocking on the cupcake at the same time.

You could feel his thrusts starting to become sloppier and his member starts to twitch inside of you. At the same time, you could feel your orgasm is approaching as well. It only takes a few more thrusts as he finally came inside of you, filling you up with his thick creamy cum. Both of you came at the same time, you could feel your vision starts to blur as you hit that sweet, sweet release.

Ghost finally pulled his cock out from you. “So fucking beautiful” he mutters to himself as he’s admiring as the concoction of his cum and melted buttercream oozing out from your now raw, stretched hole.

You plop yourself to the side because of exhaustion, gasping for air as you spit out some of the remaining cupcake from your mouth. Ghost lies next to you and starts to caress your hair slowly.

“You good?” he said in a loving tone, concerned that he might have overstepped your limit. You close your eyes, trying to catch your breath, but you nod at his words.

“Next time you see Soap, tell him that the cupcake he brought tastes like shit.”

154 notes · View notes

honestsycrets · 7 months

Note

HELLO, HELLO! Okay, so this drabble prompt/idea is kinda sorta in the vein of Querido (I only think about Old Western Miguel now I cannot help it pls forgive me head empty only man and hörse), so pls skip if you're not inspired or in the mood for more in this genre!

Still, I offer you this: Sheriff Miguel.

He's someone all the women have their eyes on, and he'd have his eyes on them, too, if he were younger. But he has a baby girl to worry about, a runaway wife to forget, and a town to keep an eye on, especially when a woman from the big city pays the little down a visit.

He meets her when he loses Gabriella in the market's crowd, only to find her tugging on a fine dress belonging to a fine woman.

(P.S. reading your writing has inspired me to get back into writing my own reader insert stuff 💖 really love your work, keep it up!!)

bumblebee | sheriff!miguel x dressmaker!reader

❛ pairing | sheriff-singleparent!miguel o'hara x dressmaker!reader

❛ type | extended drabble, not-explicit, wc: 2600ish

❛ summary | miguel loses his daughter-- and finds a part of himself he thought was long past dead.

❛ tags | self-edited, querido au, f!reader, sheriff!miguel, dressmaker!reader, implied parental abandonment, some mention of thievery, widowed!reader, mostly fluff, some mention of death, spanish not translated.

❛ sy's notes | i intended this to be a drabble but... it's quite a bit longer. anon, i hope you end up writing to your heart's content.

Miguel ain’t the kinda man women really need. He’s the kinda man they think they want. A big man with a big name, sure, but he’s saddled with what their fathers colloquially call baggage. A little three-year-old girl with ambitions of rolling on out of this little town by rolling on out of his fingertips.

“Oye, Gwen,” he catches the arm of his deputy. She’s out on the town just as he was, making rounds about the grassy plain where the market was booming. With too few stalls, the marketgoers visit full wooden wagons chock-full of goods. This year, there were new boxes of small circular chocolates. Once every year, his quiet little town became a bustling fuck fest with foreigners running a muck of it all. As sheriff, he just had to deal with it.

“What’s it, sheriff?” she asks. “Something wrong?”

“You seen my littlin anywhere? Swore she was right here.”

This is his penance for fooling around with the hearts of pretty women: chasing him his own little girl and minding the crowd. His long, slicked-back hair was all kinds of out of place, whirling over his wrinkled forehead. He shoves a strand of grey hair back in place out of his dark eyes and scans his little town. She could’ve slipped into any creaky old building that wasn't locked up or hitched a ride on a wagon she didn’t belong on. Or, alternatively…

“Miguel! Rio saw her by the sweets.” Former Sherriff Morales tells him, standing by his son’s stall of sweet roasted corn. Ordinarily, he’d give it a begrudging visit. Miguel whirls around on his muddy leather boots, throwing him a nod of thanks with Gwen short on his tail.

“Sounds promisin’,” she says. “Could be searchin’ for Lyla or Peter.”

“Thank you for the help, Sheriff,” he grumbled, shoving his way past a sea of cream, brown, and black dresses. Gwen could spider her way through the groups of people with her comparatively slender frame. As a consequence of Miguel’s hulking frame, he’s markedly slower in his search.

“Ain’t here either,” Gwen hops back to his side. “You sure she wandered off?”

"She had to."

The alternative was… well, he didn't want to think about it. Out of his periphery, he caught the glimmer of polished metal. He spots his daughter’s peachy dress, bundled up with a fat white bow complete with a bell. He put the thing on thinking that, ideally, his little girl would jingle up some hell of noise if she got lost. Some good that bell did.

“You lost mi amor?”

Lost. The word stands out to him first, all dressed up in a sugar cube of a voice. His Gabriella tugs on a stranger’s long gown, eyes pricked with tears streaming down her cheeks. Of all the people-- she couldn’t just pick on someone she knew? Head to Rio’s hostel, find Deputy Gwen stalking around, or even Hobie’s bum ass strumming a tune on the old stage. No, she’s with a strange woman.

“Now don’t you cry,” you dab away the stray tears with an embroidered handkerchief. “I’ll find you home.”

You’re not from here because you’re all done up like a buttercup in spring when the women here only broke out color for church. Corset sucking in the finest assets, a buttercream bustle underneath that buttercup yellow skirt. Hair up in a waterfall of curls and covered by a small slouched hat of flowers. You held a parasol for the evening sun, keeping it off your tanned skin.

“There,” Miguel set his hands on his hips, catching his head in a shake. Gwen leans over on the ball of her feet and stares straight down the barrel of a path.

“My my,” she says. “Ain’t she a looker. Why are you-- You look good, Miguel.”

She’s caught on his frantic fiddling. The way Miguel straightens his tie into his waistcoat and checks the chain that drapes along his side. He checks the time on his cracked pocketwatch and spins it between his fingers. Gwen leans up to flick a stray strand of hair away from his face.

“Think so?”

“Entirely presentable.”

"¿De veras?" Miguel clears his throat, “Best be on my way to get her.” Miguel loops his fingers on his fine leather belt and waltzes right on up to your stall of hand-sewn dresses.

For once in his life, he feels underdressed. A man sets some coins in your hand, plucking up a small communion dress for his daughter. With ruffles, lace, and the occasional ribbon. He’s not sure how much luck you’d have selling more than scraps of ribbon in this little town. You set the coins aside, turning your attention back to his daughter who-- somehow, got a brand new ribbon bundled in her ponytail between his fiddling and the walk over.

“Buenas tardes,” he clears his throat, whipping out his metal badge. “I’m Sherriff O’Hara.”

“Encantada, Sheriff O’Hara. You’re looking as pretty as a penny this fine afternoon. Can’t be wanting any of my dresses. My name is… well, how can I help you?”

“Papa,” Gabriella coos as if this whole mess wasn’t on her tiny little shoulders. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad, not yet.

“Yes, mami, Sheriff O’Hara. Do you know old Sheriff O’Hara?” Miguel suppresses his delight as you lift her up onto your hip. Most days, he didn’t notice his own melancholy. Coming home to his little girl soothed all that like a good helping of booze after a bad wound. “She likes you.”

You sure talk pretty. He clears his throat, pulling on the sloppy tie that feels a whole lot hotter all of a sudden. He shouldn't be acting like this. Has it really been that long since he’s been with a girl? He couldn't go to the saloon and pick any one of those lovesick girls. The town wouldn’t continually elect a loose man. Miguel’s eyes catch the flickering gold of a bumblebee locket on your chest. He traces the curve of its wings, wrapping around a crusted gem.

“‘Course she does, she’s my girl. I lost Gabi up in the crowd flow.”

“You lost her? You can’t tell me you’re the kinda man that does it all. Where is your wife?”

Where is your wife? The question tormented him. He could do it all. Managing the sloppy, slow thieves and putting down the occasional drunken brawl. At the end of the night, he came home to his empty home and saw his little girl. Miguel’s gaze danced along the puffy clouds in the sky. The fluffy clouds drift the same as usual, the same old slow draw, unknowledgeable about the change in his life. He suppresses the distant melancholy in his voice in surfacing old memories.

“Ain’t got a wife. She ran off on me with some wolf. Usually, I got a sitter for my girl but, she came down with a fever.”

“A wolf?” you repeat after him, “Why, you mean a gentleman?”

A gentleman, he scoffs under his breath.

“If you wanna call him that. He was an outlaw.”

“I’m mighty sorry, Sheriff.” You looked at the little girl in your arms. Gabriella’s small fingers fiddle with the glimmering gold pendant on your chest. He throws her a look-- behave. She’s not paying attention one bit. You set your parasol down, freeing the necklace and setting it in her tiny fist. “I’m a whole widow myself. Lost my man in the war and never got the chance to have one’a my own.”

“You don’t say. You on the market?”

“On the market like cattle?” you teased. If he’s not mistaken, that shy smile of yours was all his. Maybe you like him. It's a signal that he could keep going.

“Coño, no. You’re too fine for that,” the words are buttery smooth, but upon discovering how the words may come off, he realizes he might be sliding into a trap on the back of those words. Your lips are slightly agape, half in shock. “Pretty. You’re too pretty.”

“Oh, Sheriff, don’t worry your head,” you adjust Gabriella on your hip, swaying in place like it was natural. “I ain’t one to take offense to pretty words. Suppose you want your niña back?”

There went his chance.

"That'd be best," he slides his hands underneath Gabriella’s tiny arms to pick her up. The pendant she held clattered free from her grip, nestled in the deep grass. You were about to pick it up when a scrawny thing of a man swiped it from the grass. For an instant, Miguel thought it might be Pavi, who loved to be helpful in the most annoying ways. Catching doors even when it's men, dropping his scarf on mud for girls, a charming and shy kid. It isn’t, though, it’s that weasel he seems to be throwing in the pin every damn week, bolting off in a full-on run.

“Ay, not my locket!” you gasped, plucking your skirts over your boots.

“Maldito niño--” Miguel stops you, sliding Gabriella back into your arms. Not that she was complaining, tiny hands slapping together in a rendition of applause as Miguel darted after him, his booming steps beating the ground. “Get back here, kid!”

“Dios, you sure have a busy papa. I'm sure he’ll back in two shakes of a lamb's tail.” You looked between the little girl nestled comfortably in your arms and the parting sea of the crowd. Gwen zooms past, eliciting another round of jovial laughter from Gabriella O’Hara. She does love a good game.

It ain’t that Miguel wants to leave his girl with any old fool that waltzed on into his town. But he knows his community, knows they’d not leave him out to dry, and knows that taking his daughter on a town-wide chase with a skinny little weasel around town is not the move. Especially not if he has a gun, which he did, because of course he did. Now, the man has a jail cell and Miguel has a crook in his neck from where the buffoon fell through the crooked second floor of the post office.

He works the sore muscle the whole way back to your wagon. It’s high time for eating. His stomach was raging after the scent of someone’s pulled pork, the roasted sweetness of corn. If we wanted to be presentable then, he sure wasn’t now. Dust was a second skin on his pants and aged boots. He walks past the platform where Hobie plays a tune with his banda. Most vendors were wrapping right on up for some proper debauchery.

He finds you there, swaying to the beat of the music with Gabriella hanging in your arms. Her tiny hands were around an ear of elote already. Guess she extorted a snack out of you.

“One gold locket,” Miguel heaves out the words as he digs in his pocket, whirling the golden chain into your small hand. You flip it over once, then twice, examining it for any defects. “Better to keep that tucked away out here. Puts a target on your back right quick.”

“Muchísimas gracias, sheriff. You're a sweetheart,” you reach out, grazing his scratchy cheek with your supple lips. Gabriella is flatly squished between his sweaty chest and yours. She’s fallen asleep flat against your chest. “You don’t know how much this necklace means to me.”

There are whispers from the women he’s turned down. The viejitas who have been trying to set him up for a full-on year now, those who told him he needed to find a girl as soon as possible to marry. He didn’t want to. Not unless it made sense.

“Yes, well, you could tell me,” Miguel finally picks his daughter from your arms. She’s out like a light. “If you want.”

“It was my mami's, once upon a time. She gave it to me on my wedding day," you explain. "It's all I got left of her. I wonder what she'd think of me these days, travelin' town to town like I got secrets."

"You ever think of settlin' down again?" He turns his gaze past Hobie’s banda, to the yellowing sky. The sun is setting out over the horizon, casting warm orange and soft pink into the air. The road is full of wagons. The clip-clop of horses running their way to the next town, some checked in to the hostel.

"A veces," you explain. "If it feels right, I think I will."

"Yeah?" He settles on the bed of your wagon. The dresses were packaged and kept in locked chests, kept away from the bed of the wagon where your blanket was. Most of the foreigners have left, but you. He doesn’t have to guess to know that it was his fault. “You off to Rio’s hostel?”

“‘fraid I’m out of town,” you smiled at him. “She ain’t got any rooms. Next city over might.”

“Stay with me,” he says. “The night. Bit too late to get robbed on the road with all them pretty dresses you make. Wouldn’t be right to be sheriff and let a young thing out there without company. Some'a them outlaws take wives that way, y'know.”

“Oh, Sheriff O’Hara, ain’t no one care about widows on the road,” your hand finds your chest. It’s said with a laugh, as though someone, somewhere, made you feel less than. It wasn’t going to be Miguel.

"Ain't a widow if you're carried off." He reclines, watching the figures of couples dancing to whatever the hell Hobie was playing on his guitar. His eyes track over Hobie’s gloved fingers that prance across the strings, waiting for you to walk back on that stupid comment. You do, snapping out a fan in the waist of your heavy dress to fan yourself.

“You really sure? I don’t mean to be a burden. I’m sure you got better to do than take care of company.”

“You took care of my girl. Least I could do. Long as you go to church in the morning.”

“Oh, now he’s askin’ me to church. When’s the wedding, Sherriff?”

“Miguel. Soon as you want it,” he returns, half a smile pulling at a normally closed-off face. Miguel turns to set his Gabi down on your blanket, throwing you a look for permission. You nod, watching her roll on the wool thing, setting her hands under her cheek until she gets into a position that isn’t as bad as laying on her back. He tucks her hair back over the shell of her ear, exhaling a breath. Somewhere between his ex-wife’s flight from the town and today, she began to look more and more like him. He’s thankful for that. He doesn’t need more memories of her. Only needed to get through each day, and make the next better than the one before.

“She’s tuckered out,” you lean down, just by his face. “All that escapin’ papa work.”

“Si,” Miguel hums as he massages his sore shoulder. “Tell me about it. I’m getting too old for this.”

He lifts his head from his daughter’s tiny body, reminded of all the times someone told him to get married. If not the women chasing him around his jail at all hours of the day, then the women at church who, at the moment, were gossiping away. He could hear the prattle already: sheriff likes rich girls. The type to have a golden locket and French silk. The luxury of hopping from town to town like some no-good woman. He’d wager, your husband ain’t had the money to take care of you but for these light luxuries. Traveling town to town wasn't no small feat.

Tch. He’d deal with it tomorrow when he took you to church. Scandalous as that was.

“Fancy a dance?” he offered up his hand.

You remove your gloves, skin is soft and supple against his, only marred by the pricks of a needle. Your gloved fingers grazed his scarred palm, tracing the long strike that marred his open palm. There’s a thought there, just behind the reach of your playful eyes. He couldn’t quite reach it.

“I’d love to, Miguel.”

Something tells him he has time to.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara/reader #miggy x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara drabble #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman imagine #spiderman imagines #spiderman fic #spiderman 2099 x reader

211 notes · View notes

belokhvostikova · 9 months

Text

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing and smoking.

It was Steve Harrington’s twenty-ninth big birthday palooza.

Well, at least that’s what the giant, colorful banner called it, that hung across the foyer of his home. That’s what happens when Dustin Henderson plans your party. But the kid—who was beyond the definition of a kid now—had told Steve he had no right to complain about it being childish. Steve did shoot down the first option of “Big Birthday Bash,” terribly unaware that palooza was the next best thing for Henderson.

Had he known, he surely would have stuck with the first option.

Steve was correct, though. The banner was childish, and it had garnered all the fascination from the mini Munson that walked in with a gaping mouth of pure awe at the bright sign. At the very least, the actual kid would enjoy it.

And “palooza” was really selling it out. It was merely a group of adult friends simply hanging out like old times. Only the new addition was the three-year-old hanging off your leg, who adorably looked a lot like your husband.

Not fair. You did most of the work.

But it was worth it, staring into those baby cow eyes every time you crouched down to your kid. And once you stood up, you’d find them again from Eddie Munson, himself, who peered at you lovingly.

Of course, you had to show off your baby and bring him to the party. He was already a crowd favorite. Being the first baby born into Hawkins’ infamous clan of misfits gave you that right. And they all loved that tiny Munson.

Especially after that “Happy Birtday, Uncle Steeb!” It was enough to make icebergs melt.

And having a child at an adult hangout wasn’t all bad. Keeping the beers separated from the juice boxes, and having a yard big enough for the child to run was sufficient enough. Bonus points for Steve Harrington’s dog, Rufus, who took up all your kid’s attention.

By the end of the night, the group had naturally separated into two; the men left smoking outside, while the women conversed in the comfort of the living room. This had come after the cake celebration. Once the candles were blown out, Steve had joked that he wished to keep all his hair throughout his thirties. In reality, he’d wished to start a family as loving as the one his friend had.

He would end up confiding this to Eddie during the relaxed smoking session. That he wanted the whole package; a wife and kid. In fact, he dreamed of having many of them. Eddie blew out the smoke from his cigarette and smiled. “It’s the greatest fucking feeling ever, man.”

Because when Eddie looked back through the glass doors of the patio, he saw you. Sitting and chatting, beautiful as ever. But the cherry on top was seeing his tiny kid straddling your lap. His curly head of hair buried into your neck calmly asleep, as Eddie’s leather jacket draped over as a comforting blanket.

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” Eddie beamed, as he stomped out his cigarette.

One day Steve would get that. Whether it was with the pretty lady he was currently seeing or a future soulmate, he’d get that.

Eddie had walked in, strutting over to the quarter of cake that was left after everyone had gotten a slice. Not you, though. You were busy cheering on Steve from the couch, as your baby used your chest as a bed. Cutting a slice, and plonking it onto a paper plate, Eddie meandered his way next to you on the couch.

“You deserve a piece.” He forked a triple chocolate portion into your mouth, where he smiled, as your face contorted into delight. “Good?” He knew it was, he devoured two slices earlier. You could only hum with pleasure, before he leaned in and whispered. “Should we feed the monster?”

It was a risky move. One taste of sugar, and your three-year-old would turn into the Hulk. But it was a risk worth taking, your baby was too cute not to feed treats to.

Eddie managed to slowly insert a small piece between his tiny puckered lips, as he slept. And in true Munson fashion, your baby chewed in his sleep, eyes closed but mouth surely moving.

Then, those baby cow eyes tiredly opened at the sudden sweetness. “Choclat?”

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | I don’t know why I keep making Dad!Eddie blurbs. It’s an addiction that can’t be stopped.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #dad!eddie x mom!reader #steve harrington

210 notes · View notes

daydreamingmia · 2 months

Text

Midnight Picnic

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 12

I made a playlist for this story!! If you wanna hear click this🤍

You were fast asleep when you heard someone knock on your window.

"What the-?" You stumbled out of bed and to the window

"Walker?!" You mumble confused

"Hey my princess!" He looked at you with his beautiful blue eyes

"What are you doing here?" You rub your eyes

"Hey! Come on I wanna take you somewhere " He smiles

"Where?" You ask

"If I tell you that then I'll ruin the surprise." He smiles really big

You look at the time and it says 2am

"Walker it's 2am my mom is going to freak" You protest

"Don't worry. I asked her a few days ago and she said it was fine." You reassures you

Walker wouldn't lie to you. Ever. You were thinking about going with him as you looked at him and he was looking up at you. Sitting with his elbows on the windowsill.

"Besides you're usually up at this hour anyway." He said trying to get you to go

"Okay...let me go get dressed" You close the window almost on his fingers

You looked in the effecting of your mirror at Walker and he had his mouth open and you giggled.

You looked around in your closet for your big sweat to just throw over your pajamas (your pajamas was a tank top and shorts). You fluff you hair with your hand trying your best to make yourself look good...when you just woke up.

"Okay ready" You come out of the bathroom

"Finally!" He rolls his eyes

"Hey you woke me up! You're lucky you're alive...you know how dangerous it is" You point a finger to his chest and try to look threatening

"You'd never hurt me you love me" He grabbed your finger and kissed it

"I don't know. You're pretty annoying sometimes" you say as Walker helps you out the window.

"You look so beautiful" He smiles down at you softly

"Yeah right. I just woke up...I look terrible" You reply

"You look stunning every single moment of everyday y/n" He looks at you with so much live in his eyes

You blush

"You look pretty great too" You nudge his shoulder"

"So you're just blinded by love now?" He jokes

"Please! You're gorgeous!" You look at him

"Yeah right" He says skeptically as you roll your eyes

"Why didn't we just use the front door?" You asked

"Because it's more romantic this way" He smiles holding your hand

"True" you shrug squeezing his

You walk for a few minutes as Walker had his arm around you.

"Where are we going?" You ask

"Not telling" he replies

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not going to tell you"

"Where are we going?"

"If you don't stop I'm going to turn this car right around!" He says jokingly like a parent

"But we're not in a car" You point out with a giggle

"You know what I mean" the rolls his eyes

About 2 minutes later you walked up to something beautiful. There was: a blanket out on the grass with pillows and blankets thrown around on it, strings of light over the blanket, a wooden tray with chocolate, cheese, crackers, fruit and bread, a martinelli's bottle was in an ice bucket and finally there was a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh Walker" you gasps

"Do you like it?" He asks with a hopeful smile

"I love it! Only..." You stop

"Only what?" Walker asks worried

"Well...you know how I eat. We might still be hungry." You chuckle

Just as you say that Walker moves a pillow and you see 2 to go boxes.

"You know me so well" you smile and sit down

You open the box and see spaghetti covered in cheese

"Oh! And the cheese! I love you so much!" You kiss him

"You only love me because I feed you" He jokes

"Maybe" you say with a funny smile

He sits down next you you and take a bite of the spaghetti. You talk and talk. It was so nice. When you finish eating you and Walker lay down. You lay your head on his chest and he put his arm around you.

"When did you know you loved me?" He asks

"The moment I saw you. Then when we talked I had butterflies in my stomach. I knew. I just knew." You swoon

"What about you?" You ask

"When I saw you for the first time in Thor. I looked at you and everything faded away. I knew I had to have you." He replied softly and kisses your head

"Hey look at me now. With you." He looks at you as you look up at him

"I love you so much y/n" He says before he kisses you too

"I love you too" You smile

With a gust of wind you shiver

Walker lays a blanket over the both of you

After a long time of talking but also just looking at the stars the sun starts to come up.

"I need to take you back to your humble abode" He says softly

"I don't wanna go!" You whine

"I promised your mom you would be back before the sun comes up." He tells you

"Fine" you mumble

You were helping him clean up but he grabbed the stuff from you and put it back down.

"What are you doing?" You ask confused

"If we only get a few more minutes together tonight...I want to spend them dancing with you." He turns slow music on his phone and wraps his arms around you.

You put your heads together and close your eyes as you slowly sway to the music.

"I just wanna stay here forever" You whisper

"Me too" He whispers too

"I love you so much" Walker says softly

"I love you too" You reply

After about 20 minutes you were walking back to your house. You get to the window of your room and climb in.

"I had an amazing time tonight. It was like a dream" You say to him

"I'm so glad you liked it" He kisses you

Then you close the window as he walks away

You lay down on your bed and open your phone

You get up put of your bed and blast music. You were dancing around your room with a hairbrush.

"ROMEO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE WE CAN BE ALONE I LOVE YOU AND THATS ALL I REALLY KNOW I TALKED TO YOUR DAD YOULL PICK OUT A WHITE DRESS ITS A LOVE STORY BABY JUST SAY YES" you scream/sing along

After about an hour of dancing you get tired and crash into your bed.

A/n: Sorry it's short! I love you guys sooo much!! Thank you soooo much for reading!! If you like it please like, comment, repost, follow! 💖💖

Xoxo

72 notes · View notes