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wtfsteveharrington · 15 days

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something new | luca x reader

i was awoken from a dream last night

contents: requested size kink so luca is hung!! basically pwp, slight somnophilia if you squint, unprotected sex, spanking, lots of pet names from Luca, reader receiving fingering, dirty talk, semi-submissive reader vibes, pulling out for backshots but some cum play still whoops

a/n: used a photo of will bc it fit the vibe so well 🌝 can we, as a fandom, decide a last name for this man!! only semi proof read i fear pls ignore any mistakes. also no pronouns or real reader description used.

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the climax right before morning's first light

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Your body feels heavy as it’s pulled from a deep sleep.

There’s warm lips on your shoulder placing soft kisses along your skin, a hand kneading at your ass while you wake up. You hum into the quiet room while burying your face into the pillow desperately not ready to wake up. “S’everything okay?”

Luca’s chuckling against you, sliding his calloused hand up the back of your thigh while you stay lying on your stomach. He looks down at the sight of you illuminated in the moonlight from his apartment window, soaking in every inch. His hand cups under the bottom of your behind, giving it a little jiggle for his own entertainment.

“All’s fine, my love. Didn’t mean to wake you so early.”

You turn your head towards the nightstand and it takes a few blinks for your eyes to finally focus on the dim clock. 3:30 AM. Early enough for him to get up to shower, make tea, and leave out a small note of affection on the counter for when you wake up at a much more reasonable time. He typically doesn’t wake you, opting to shimmy out of the bed but not this morning.

There’s lips on your neck now. “Was dreaming about you and had to make sure you were real.” His hand is sliding in between your thighs now, pulling them apart. Inches away from where you’re starting to crave him. You’re whining in the pillow now while arching your hips up towards his touch. He’s grinning against your skin and rocking himself towards your side. Luca’s hard and heavy against you. “Gonna go take care of this in the bathroom. Just needed a little touch of you before I go.”

You’re shaking your head now, trying to unpin your arm that’s trapped between the two of you so you can find the waistband of his sweats slung low on his waist. “No, no. Don’t go.” The elastic is tight against your fingers as you slip your hand into his pants, fingertips brushing along his growing length which rewards you with a moan from your boyfriend. His hand gently slaps down on the flesh of your ass before he starts to pull away. You murmur out protests as you stretch your arms out straight ahead of you, fingers curling around the edge of the bed. There’s a rush of cold air as he pulls the blanket from your frame and tosses it to the empty side of the bed.

He’s grabbing a pillow next and tapping his fingers against your side, grinning as you take the hint and lift your hips for him. “Just lay there, Darling. Let me take care of you.” Luca makes sure you’re comfortable. Taking his time to fluff the pillow just right. Running his wide hands down your back while still lazily waking up. The bed creaks under the two of you as he moves to kneel between your spread legs. He admires your stretched out form. The curve of your ass propped up and his for the taking. You’re wearing an oversized cliche t-shirt from the last trip you took together and this old pair of underwear with a half worn off print. Not the sexiest outfit to ever grace this bedroom to say the least and yet Luca doesn’t mind in the slightest.

His thumbs slide along the seam of your underwear that’s stretched across your cheeks, warm hands sliding up your backside to your lower back to gently work on your relaxed body. He leans forward to reach up towards your shoulders, the length of him sliding against your ass and eliciting a moan from you. Luca’s taking advantage of this position to rut himself against you, the feeling of your soft body under him working him up even more than he thought was possible.

“Always so good for me, aren’t you?” You’re nodding against the pillow, turning your head to the side to press a kiss against the hands that are now on your shoulders. “Only yours, Luca.” He’s groaning above you and there’s warm, open mouth kisses being pressed along your spine now.

There’s a shuffling coming from behind you as Luca makes quick work of kicking his sweatpants off. You feel the warmth of his skin directly on the inside of your thighs now as he sits back up. He’s crooking fingers in the waistband of your underwear and finally, finally pulling them down your thighs and leaving you exposed to him. They’re stuck right above your knees - Both Luca kneeling between your legs and how far spread open you are making it impossible for them to go any lower. “Are you passionate about these?”

You barely shake your head no, because again they’re old and worn and you find it endearing he even asked, before the sound of them being ripped off of you fills the room causing you to gasp out. Luca haphazardly tosses them towards the trash can in the corner and gets to work pulling his own boxes down. You’re needy. Wiggling your hips through the air in slow movements to entice him. As if he needed anymore motivation. You follow his guidance and haphazardly make work taking off your shirt, balling it up and throwing it on his now empty side of the bed.

Since Luca’s doing all the work you allow yourself to stay, essentially, half asleep. Your eyes are still heavy and hooded and your body lax against the bed. He’s delivering one more small smack to the roundest part of your ass before his fingers find their way between your thighs. Normally he’d take more time teasing you, building you up. As much as he yearns to spend the whole day tangled in you, he does have to get to work soon. For now he’s going to be quick but he plans on taking his time with you again tonight.

There’s fingers sliding up either side of your folds, a slow languid motion to get you used to his touch before his middle fingers slips in. You’re slackjaw against the pillow, letting out a stream of breathy whimpers you can’t control. Luca knows you. Knows every inch of you. So he’s using that knowledge to get you ready for him. His pointer finger slides into you while his thumb finds your clit at the same time. You’re wet, the scissoring and dragging motions Luca’s making causing a slick sound to come from between your thighs.

“Luca, please.” He grins down at your backside, enjoying the view of his fingers working deep inside of you. “Always so greedy, aren’t you?” You respond by rocking your hips back against his hand and clenching down against his fingers which causes him to chuckle. “Alright, alright.” His hand slides out of you and smacks down against the back of your thigh. Your left behind wetness from his fingers attracts the cold air and causes goosebumps to rise.

You secretly like when Luca spends a little less time stretching you out then he probably should. The way your boyfriend stretches you out as he first pushes in you has become a piece of heaven. There are nights he spends as long as you’ll allow eating you out and fingering you, toying with your pussy for his own enjoyment. Leaving his chin wet with you and a darken spot on the sheets until he fucks through how sloppy he’s turned you.

Not tonight. You’re wet, yes. But you know there’s going to be a heavenly burning feeling coming your way. The amount of care your boyfriend puts into you making you comfortable enough to open yourself in that way. Knowing he’d stop the second you asked if needed.

The head of his cock sits heavy against your entrance and you feel yourself desperately clenching around nothing. He’s pulling you from your train of thought and your body is buzzing in anticipation. The slap of the tip of him against your clit causes your body to jerk which prompts Luca to use his free hand to grip your hip, holding you in place. “Be good, yeah? Let me get us off before I gotta go. Can’t have you wet all day waiting for me to come back home to take care of you.” Luca lines himself up with your hole, sliding just the tip of himself in which pulls a moan from both of you.

“Baby, please.” Pride swells in Luca’s chest as you start to beg. If he hadn’t been gripping your hips then you would have rolled them back to take more of his length in you. Instead he goes slow, allowing you to adjust to his girth inch by inch. Even after dating for this long, you still weren’t used to him yet.

There’s a bit of drool coming from the corner of your still parted lips as Luca works his length in. Your boyfriend was well endowed to say the least. A good length, something you could still take to the back of your throat but not so long you couldn’t sink all the way down it. But his girth? That was unmatched. Thick, heavy, and all yours.

“Feel so amazing, Darling. Was dreaming about this pussy spreading around me.” Luca jerks another inch in without warning, a squelching sound coming from you as the movement causes some wetness to drip out. You can’t form a thought when he’s got you like this. Your body is still relaxed against the bed as Luca stretches you out.

It takes a moment for him to bottom out and all your mind can focus on is just how deep he feels inside of you. The sensation causes your breath to catch, pathetically letting out whatever whimper you can muster and allowing him to use you to his heart’s content. Luca gives your hip a little squeeze as a warning he’s going to start moving, giving you a second to accept what’s to come before the first roll of his hips hits.

You’re a mess. Groggy still, already becoming cock drunk. It’s easy to do with him. “S’full, Luc. So, so full.” Even with his brows knitted in concentration as he tries not to instantly cum at the sight of your pussy stretched around him, he’s proud to get you this way.

But God does the sight of you already have him close.

Stretched out around him, filled to the max you could be. You look so beautiful like that. Luca fucks through all the wetness you give him, hips building a steady rhythm easily. His eyes flash over towards the clock and something about the pressure of a time constraint is making him a bit more feral than he expected.

His pace quickens and you’re back to being reduced to a drooling mess under him. Moaning out an incoherent string of pleas, praise, and curses. You couldn’t repeat what’s coming from your mouth even if you tried. His heavy balls slap against your clit which each thrust and Luca’s grabbing your hips with both hands now to get a better grip on you. Fingertips digging in enough that bruises will be left as he starts to fuck into with a firm pace.

“Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy. So wet for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna be sore all day now but you don’t care. Every step’s gonna remind you how good I fuck you.”

Your head is spinning.

You allow yourself to be fucked by Luca, hands gripping the edge of the bed as you desperately clutch anything within reach to keep yourself grounded. He’s… Brutal. Fucking you for his own pleasure in a way. He needed to get off and get off quick before work - But arrogantly knew how good you were for him. Knew that him using you like this would get you off too.

One of his hands gripping your hip loses his grip and there’s another smack being delivered to the fat of your ass. He groans at the sight of you bouncing, the red mark already blooming from his hand. The burning of being stretched out is fading away and being replaced by the pure pleasure of your boyfriend wrecking your body.

His hand is sliding up from your ass to press down on the small of your back, a comforting touch compared to the brutal pace of his hips. Long forgotten is the sleepy mask of morning, Luca just chasing after pleasure for the both of you now. You purposely flutter yourself around his length, trying to pull him closer as well.

“Can you come for me, Darling? You can do that, can’t you? Wanna feel this pretty little pussy finish before I do.” You’re squeezing yourself tighter around him now, the soft pillowcase feeling rougher as your face continues to bounce against it. The room is getting hotter by the second around you two.

Something about the combination of circumstances has you getting close to finishing far faster than normal. You catch yourself biting down on the pillow as Luca drags his nails down the soft skin of your back, his hips not losing pace as the all too familiar sensation starts to coil up deep inside of you.

You’re crying out at the sensation, pussy tightening around him as your orgasm rocks through your body. Toe curling, back arching, clit throbbing orgasm. You collapse even further into the bed, a mess of breathless whimpers as Luca continues to fuck through your sensitive body. God you sound lewd with how wet you ended up.

Luca’s quick to follow after watching you come undone around him.

He’s moaning out your name, giving a few more pumps through your wetness before quickly pulling out. Stroking his soaked length to keep the sensation and then you feel warmth splattering along your ass and back as he cums on you. He’s breathless and whiney, teasing his own overstimulated cock behind you. Thumb swiping along his tip to collect the last droplets before wiping it in-between your folds and pressing it into you.

As much as he loved cumming in you, he wanted to make sure he had time to get you cleaned up before he had to leave but he still couldn’t leave you without anything left inside of you.

Luca drags you to the bathroom after he gives you a moment to collect yourself. Normally he’d take his time with aftercare but sadly he’s lacking just that - time. You use the restroom while he draws the two of you a shower and take a good look at yourself in the mirror while he corrects the water temperature. Healing hickies low on your chest, your hair looking crazy from the combination of sleeping and being wrecked. He’s got twenty minutes left before he runs out of time to make his breakfast but he refuses to leave you in a pile in the bed.

He makes quick work of washing off your over sensitive body, letting you stand there and run your fingers along his chest, his arms, whatever inch of skin you can reach. “You’re so pretty.”

Now after what just happened in the bedroom? You’d think nothing would phase him.

But Luca’s cheeks are going bright red at the compliment. He cups your face with his soapy hands, bringing you two together for a kiss as a silent thank you.

Luca gets you dried off and sends you back to bed with a pat on your ass. He’s rushing to get ready for work while you lay down in a lump on the bed. Towel tight around your body and the covers long forgotten. It takes a few minutes for him to emerge from the bathroom clothed and hair gelled but he can’t help laughing at the sight of you. You feel the towel being tugged away from your body, the previously discarded blanket being tucked around you and a kiss pressed to the top of your head.

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He leaves everything you need for your morning tea sitting on the counter before running out the door.

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seasonsbloom · 2 years

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all in. (hangman)

pairing ; jake seresin x female!reader

synopsis ; you make jake's dreams come true. aka the face sitting fic

wc ; 2.7k

warnings ; 18+ only, minors do NOT interact; literally just filth; established relationship; face sitting; like one mention of choking; dirty talk; tiny bit of spanking; some power dynamics but nothing crazy; oral (f!receiving); one mention of public sex

note ; a lot of people wanted this pls don't blame me. technically part of the bad habit universe but can 100% be read separately!

title from lovesick by banks.

Jake looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm.

“Or maybe, like… not,” you backtrack immediately, feeling the blood rushing into your cheeks. “Forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter, it’s fine, never mind….”

“Sweetheart,” Jake says, enunciating very clearly, from where he’s still spread out on the bed, propped up on his elbows. “What the fuck?”

You can’t look at him. With his tousled hair and the bare skin of his chest, with his eyes still a little bleary from his nap and the pillow indents on his face. He’s so fucking hot, and it drives you crazy, clicks your brain off temporarily. That’s how you got here in the first place.

“Forget about it,” you mumble and go back to stuffing t-shirts into a drawer. The air still smells like laundry detergent.

“Say it again.”

Jake has this thing he sometimes does. When his voice goes just a little stern, a little tense, the tone clipped with a mixture of authority and anticipation that leaves no room for argument.

Immediately, your knees go weak, and before whatever part of your brain is responsible for logic can talk you out of it, you’re saying, “I want to try sitting on your face.”

And that’s a lot for a Tuesday afternoon.

In the few months you’ve been with Jake, you thought most of your inhibitions were swept away in the waves of filth he seems to spew like he gets paid for it. You’ve fucked all over his apartment - in the kitchen and the living room and the shower - and you even had a pretty memorable moment in a bathroom at the Hard Deck that ended with your soaked panties stuffed into his service khakis.

Now you find that, apparently, there’s still some shame left in you.

You can’t look at him, so you stare down at the paisley print of the bed sheets. The weight of his gaze crawls across your skin.

“You want to sit on my face?” Jake repeats, his voice simmering with a low heat that travels straight from your ears down your spine.

“Only if…” You bite your lower lip, shrug, feel your heartbeat kick up a notch and then another. “Only if you want to.”

Jake laughs, and the sound startles you. You glance up at him, his tanned body awash in the dimming afternoon light, the sheets folded like mountainsides around him.

“Honey,” he says, “I think I told you to sit on my face the first time I ever fucked you. Fuck do I want this.”

It always makes you giddy to hear he’s just as hungry for you as you are for him. It’s all the time too, in the morning, in the evening, at dinners with your friends and his hand way too high up on your thigh. Incredible that either one manages to get any work done in between Jake railing you to the brink of consciousness.

“Come here,” he says and stretches his arms out to you.

You go immediately, always so easy for it. The mattress dips beneath your weight, the sheets crinkle where your knees dig into the fabric, and then his mouth is on yours, his fingers tangled in your hair, his tongue slips between your teeth. It’s the warmth of familiarity, of knowing what it is that makes him tick the same way he does, and it lights a spark inside of you.

Jake fucks his tongue into your mouth a few times, sloppy and filthy from the beginning. There’s no use for pretending, for coyness, for pleasantries, not after so much time together. You know who he is.

His thumb drags down the front of your throat, and he presses down just once, the barest hint of pressure. Against his mouth, your breath hitches. It’s a promise of something else he’ll show you, something else he’ll offer, and you’ll deny first, scared and curious in equal measures, and then you’ll come back in a few months and ask for it. And he’ll give it to you. It’s the way it always goes with the two of you. A familiar dance.

“Look so hot,” Jake whispers into your mouth, tugging at the edge of your shirt. His shirt, really, old and worn and holes littering near the collar. “Had me staring at this little ass every time you bent over.”

An open palm lands on your asscheek. It’s not forceful enough to hurt, but the sound of skin on skin claps through the air regardless and you yelp, jerk forward.

“Hey!” you call, pushing away from him, but Jake just laughs and pulls you in again, pulls you over him, arranges you so your legs fall open around his hips, so he can drag you down towards where he’s half-hard in his boxers.

Then he’s grinning up at you, hair still a mess, eyes still lidded with lassitude, but something else sparkling behind them too. He keeps his hands high up on your legs, cupping the backs of your thighs, thumbs digging into the skin.

“You did it on purpose?” he asks, his pointer finger traveling up and in, inching slowly, ever so slowly, towards where you know slick is beginning to gather. “Not wearing any panties so I can get a good look at your pretty pussy?”

You’re shaking your head in protest, but the effect is diminished when the hand around your thigh tightens and you moan.

“No,” you gasp, and it’s pathetic considering you’re rocking down against him, voice breaking when your clit catches against his dick, settles on the fabric of his boxers, “couldn’t… dryer’s not through yet.”

He grins, and you can’t describe that expression as anything but devious. “So you decided to walk through the house without panties, huh?”

You shrug even though you’re already teetering on top of him, stomach clenching rhythmically. “It’s just you,” you say.

Jake hums, using the leverage on your legs to pull you more forcefully against him, your center moving over his length. Voice a tad breathless, he says, “And I get to see your pussy any time I want, huh? You gonna let me get a good look soon as I ask, won’t you, sweetheart?”

Embarrassment curls low in your chest, but you barely notice it. Not with the shivers racking up and down your back at his words, not with the heat he pours into your veins. He knows the answer, of course, as do you, but hearing him say it is exhilarating every time. Because you’re Jake’s, just as he’s yours.

“Yeah,” you breathe softly. “Anytime.”

Jake’s grin grows. “Good girl,” he says, then he taps the side of your thigh. “Now get up here and sit on my face.”

The nerves get the better of you somewhere over his chest, and you hover, hesitance roaring its ugly head. What if I crush him? that’s all you can think, and you bite your lower lip, sink your fingernails into the top of your thighs.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I thought I told you to get up here, didn’t I?”

You swallow around the lump in your throat, shrug, say, “I don’t… maybe this is a bad idea.”

Without looking at him, you make a move to climb off, but Jake’s quicker. He catches you by the wrists, lets his fingers slide down over the plane of your palms and tangles them with your own. Pulls your arms down into the sheets on either side of his head.

“Do you really not wanna do this,” he asks, “or are you just getting cold feet? Cause one we can work around, the other we can’t.”

You glance at your interlocked hands, his skin against yours, and shrug again.

“Not an answer, honey,” Jake reprimands gently but firmly.

The longer you’re with him, the more you understand that Jake isn’t really someone you can lie to. He’s painfully perceptive, at least when it comes to you. Like he’s attuned to your every minuscule expression, every dip or rise in your voice.

You sigh and nod. “I’m nervous,” you admit.

“Nervous about what?”

“I don’t know….” You blink into the sunlight streaming in from the window just to avoid his eyes. “Maybe you won’t like it.”

Jake scoffs. “Honey, I think about eating your pussy up in the air so often it’s a wonder I haven’t gotten discharged for dishonorable conduct yet.”

It punches a laugh out of you. He’s ridiculous.

And then the apprehension trickles back in, sudden and dousing.

“What if like… I choke you or something?”

Jake rolls his eyes at the same time he squeezes your hands. He says, “If I drown in a pussy as pretty as yours, I think I’ll get a medal. I mean, what a way to go.”

You untangle one hand to swat at his chest, but Jake just laughs. With you on his chest, he can’t possibly reach your lips, so he turns his face to the side and presses a tender kiss to the top of your thigh that has your stomach seizing.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he mumbles into your skin. “You won’t choke me, okay?”

The fear hasn’t completely dissipated, but Jake seems so eager, so confident, that it reassures you at least somewhat. “Alright,” you agree slowly.

“Thank god. Now would you please finally sit on my face?”

He doesn’t really wait for you to comply, just gets his second hand out of your grip, too, both of them finding the tops of your thighs again, and tugs you the last few inches up unceremoniously. Your clit bumps against his nose, your knees dip the mattress by his ears, and you yelp, you gasp, you whimper.

Below you, Jake hums, and you feel it against your pussy, feel the warm exhale of his breath, feel your whole body clench in answer.

"Taste so fucking sweet," he moans.

Jake wastes no time, diving in straight away. He plants a single kiss on your clit, then lathers his tongue all around it, spreads his fingers wide and firm on your hips, and pulls you more securely against his mouth. Like he really wants to make good on that prospect of drowning in you.

It’s a weird position, balanced on top of his face as you are. There isn’t really anywhere to go except down, down against his mouth and his tongue and his chin and his lips. Gravity makes damn sure of that, drags your weight to him, onto him, into him. You feel strangely tall, towering over him as you are with Jake pressed flat to the mattress.

Then he thrusts his tongue into you without preamble, and a strangled shout rips from the back of your throat. You teeter precariously, hands coming forward to brace yourself against the headboard with a resounding thud. Your head spins like one of those wheels of fortune at a fair, round and round in rapid circles.

Jake fucks his tongue in and out steadily, presses his nose into your clit, and you swear you’ve never been this wet before. With the position, it just seems to pour out of you, streams of it, and then you think of his face smeared in you, the evidence of what he’s doing to you staining his chin and his neck and his cheeks, and your eyes roll backward in your head.

“Been dreaming of this,” Jake whispers as he draws back just a little, his voice rough. Another kiss to your clit, almost tender if it didn’t send currents of electricity through you that sizzles somewhere in your fingertips. “You on top of me, my face in your sweet little cunt… god, sweetheart, you don’t know how fucking hard this gets me.”

Part of you wants to turn around, reach over your shoulder and find out, but Jake’s mouth latches back onto your pussy, wide open and wet and hungry, and it’s all you can do to whimper, to grab onto the headboard for dear life. White-knuckling the wood.

His fingers tighten on your hip to the point of pain, and it takes you a moment to realize what it is he wants. Then it’s nothing but obedience, logic having no part of it. Instincts only, your whole being reduced to nothing but bare, primal basics with Jake’s tongue shoved into your pussy.

You start moving your hips slowly, carefully, still scared you might hurt him somehow. Still scared he won’t like it.

But Jake’s answer is enthusiastic, to say the least: Fingers clutching even harder, tongue fucking deeper, a moan that vibrates all the way up to your chest.

Tossing your head back, mouth opening around the shape of a keen you don’t let out, you press your eyes closed and let the heat wash over you. Swallow you. Burn away any last traces of propriety or apprehension or thought.

It’s just this now: Jake’s mouth on you, Jake’s fingers on you, Jake curling around you and beneath you and inside you. Jake everywhere. Even the bedsheets smell like him, the shirt you’re wearing, your hair from using his shampoo in the shower earlier - cinnamon and spice.

Every time you rock your hips forward, it knocks your clit against the tip of his nose and has your stomach clenching. Every time you rock back, Jake’s tongue is already there to meet you, the wide wet stretch of the muscle spearing you open.

You’re pretty sure you’re close to tears, lower lip swollen from the sting of your teeth. You can’t even stay upright, slump against the cushion of your folded arms against the headboard.

Jake’s fingers leave your hips once he’s sure you’ll maintain the motion that has you riding his face the way you ride his cock, trail down to sink into your ass instead. To knead it, to spread, to tug you forward with more force, to help you along, or maybe to take you apart completely.

With Jake, you can never be sure if it’s his kindness or his sadist streak that is at the wheel.

You can feel it building, feel it gathering in the pit of your stomach. Tension tightens every muscle now, everything locking up, your toes curling and mushing into the sheets, your mouth open and leaking drool onto your own forearm.

“Jake,” you whimper, press your eyes closed tighter until stars reel across your vision, fuck yourself forward and sob at the open pressure of his mouth, “Jake, I’m gonna… Please, please, I….”

You don’t even know what it is you’re asking for. You just can’t take it anymore, you can’t, it’s going to take you apart, it’s going to crack you open, it’s going to bowl you over, it’s going to…

You think Jake is saying something, but it’s muffled by your cunt in his mouth, by the blood rushing in your ears, by the roaring, screaming, deafening jackhammer of your own heart. It sends even more tremors through you, your thighs shaking, trembling, and then his fingers tighten in the flesh of your ass, his tongue drags a long, long, long stretch from your hole to your clit, and then he wraps his lips around the swollen bud and sucks, and you’re falling.

The tension drains out of you all at once, a lighting of relief, and you’re sobbing, you’re babbling, you’re chanting his name as the pleasure washes over you. As you fall apart in the best of ways, with your nerve-endings on fire and your body numb and not a single fucking thought in your brain, nothing but good good good so fucking good.

You’ve got nothing left, melt into a puddle right on top of him, go sliding off his face on a wave of spit and cum and drained energy. Jake is whispering something in your ear, gathering you against his chest and peppering kisses to the top of your head. His face is wet with you, sticks to your hair.

You can’t help it. It makes you grin.

“See?” Jake whispers, nudging his nose against your cheekbone. That’s damp too. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

The answering grunt you give makes Jake laugh.

“God,” he says, and when you glance at him through the curtain of your lashes, too tired to open your eyes all the way, he’s the picture of debauchery: cheeks flushed, hair a mess, chest rising and falling rapidly, lips swollen, face wet and glistening with your cum. Where you’re soaking into the fabric of his boxers, your cunt clenches just once, makes you hiss softly. “That was so worth the wait.”

You can’t help it. You agree.

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kaceythecrunch · 3 months

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Photobooth : C.S 🎞

word count : 542

Summary : First I love you. That's pretty much it. Fluffy fluff duff wuff.

Author Note : This was inspired by some tiktok I saw. This is my first fanfic, and my first time writing in literally months. Barfs, throws up, cries. Anyways, enjoyy.

Y/N POV :

The sweet smell of--ew, is that KFC? Gross. Well, it should be the sweet smell of love. I mean, I'm hoping that there is love in the air. Currently, roaming the mall's corridors with my boyfriend, Chris. We've been dating for a few months now, but how do I know if it is the right time to say "I love you"?

Chris is humming to himself. There weren't any words coming out between the both of us. As if we were on our first date. I look around the mall to see if there is anything to start talking about- there. There it is, booyah.

"CHRIS LOOK!!" I say, pointing at the photo booth machine. He hums while looking at the direction I'm pointing at. "That's so weird. In the middle of the fucking mall too. Whose bright idea was that? People could see us taking photos.” he rolls his eyes, acting all annoyed. "stop being a baby, I know you wanna." I then grab his arm, and pull him while I run to the photo booth machine.

A smirk grew on his face. He is enjoying this deep down. He gets himself seated in the machine. "bro move your ass “I jokingly say as I give him hand movements. "Okay smarty-pants, there's no room." he moves slightly against the wall of the photobooth. He adjusted the curtains to the side of him, slightly embarrassed at the thought someone could be seeing. "Whateverrr. May I sit on your knee? Like is that fine with you- I mean it's okay-¨

¨oh- it's fine.¨

I prop myself onto his knee and turn to him. ¨Okay, we should decide on what poses we should do, right?¨ he turns to me, ¨What if we just do it. No thinking involved. I mean, I think it would be pretty funny.¨ He smiles to himself. ¨okay..if you say so. You better not do some stupid shit.¨ I laugh, as he rolls his eyes. I insert my money into the machine.

“Wait wait- what do you wanna do-” he tries to speak, but a countdown begins. We both make an odd face, sticking our tongue out and looking at each other. “You look like a fucking goof.” I chuckle looking at him. “Uh huh. You look goofier than I do, goof. The machine starts to count again. He grabs my chin, pulls me in close and kisses my cheek. 3,2,1–

There is a slight pause, it feels like the atmosphere changes. Time moves slower and slower for this next picture. “Chris-” Right person, right time? “Chris.” ONE, ‘yeah?” TWO, “can i tell you something-” THREE, “what. What? What is it!!?” he looks at me, in my eyes. “I love you.” I smile as I see his reaction. He looked at the camera, slightly teared up, and went in for a kiss. He pulls out of the kiss and looks at me again. “I love you too, Y/N. I love you so much.” THREE, TWO, ONE. The camera snaps to us. I grab the two pictures that got printed out and I go in for a hug.

“What if someone saw us” I say, holding him close.

“That would be fucking gross.”

Author note : ive never been in a relationship before, so i lowkey dont know the feeling. SEND ME REQUEST PLS. MY BRAIN IS CREATIVE, BUT NOT TOO CREATIVE. sooo. thanks for reading yall oh em g.!!! love ya, have a great day!

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #christopher sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fluff

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markiemelon · 11 months

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kiss it better

pure fluff ! no warnings ♡ bf!renjun x gn!reader

random rj drabble ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

—{7:07pm} ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

as much as you adored your boyfriend, renjun, he was a bit of a klutz… your so called ‘dates’ were practically babysitting. thank goodness he has you by his side, otherwise, he might set something on fire.

it was sunday night. it’s typical for you to invite renjun to your apartment so you can keep him from doing anything too stupid. you sat on your bed as you watched renjun sit at the desk in front of you, typing away at an essay due tomorrow. you admired how his pretty hands moved across the keys to make clicks and clacks. the rhythm almost lulled you to sleep, but of course, renjun, who might as well be your child, had something to say.

“done!” the boy said while closing the laptop that gleamed in front of him, darkening the room ever so slightly.

“yay. good job.” you yawned and rubbed your eyes simultaneously.

“now i just need to print it.” he jumped out of his chair. “do you have paper?”

“yes.” you gestured over to your dresser. “it’s in that drawer.”

renjun waltzed over to open the drawer and reached in to grab a sheet of paper.

“ow ow ow” renjun suddenly exclaimed.

“what, what?!” you ran over to the boy.

“paper cut.” he cried over-dramatically.

you slouched a little in relief after remembering that renjun is just a drama queen, and it’s not actually the end of the world.

“yn,” he tried to pout while holding in his laughter, “it really hurts.”

“knock it off renjun.” you scoffed and turned around to walk back to the bed until renjun grabbed your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

“kiss it better.” he said while pulling you closer.

“renjun. you’re way too old.” you tried to squirm away from his embrace.

“ynnnnnn” he whined. “ow ow owwwwwwww it really hurts.” he tugged on your arm.

you rolled your eyes before picking up his hand and placing a gentle kiss onto the teeniest tiniest cut on his pinky. “there. feel better now?”

“almost.” he replied, now pointing to his cheek, “it hurts here too.”

and so you kissed his cheek softly.

“and here.” this time pointing to his other cheek. then his nose. then his forehead. then his lips. the next thing you know, you’re kissing renjun all over the place.

“there.” you patted his cheeks. “all better now.” turning back to your bed, renjun pulls you in again.

“wait.” he whisperd. “bandaid.”

you slapped his shoulder playfully. “it’s not even bleeding! you can barely see it—”

“owwwwwww” you were cut off by renjun’s whining.

“fine. I’ll go get one.” you brought back a bandaid and wrapped it around renjun’s pinky, placing it over the invisible wound.

“now draw a smiley face on the bandaid.” renjun made yet another request.

you reached for a marker and traced over the surface of the bandage.

“ow that hurts.” he let out a very unnecessary whimper.

“you and i both know that didn’t hurt.” you said.

renjun looked to you and smiled. “it did! so can you at least do one more thing?”

“what, renjun.”

the boy looked down to his hand, and held out his bandaged finger in front of you.

“can you kiss it better?”

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thx for reading! pls send requests ! ＾＾

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snoopsnoop07 · 3 days

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TIMESKIP OSAMU MIYA X GOJO X INO X READER

By Sophie, Phoenix and mai😈😈 (English ain’t my first language btw - Phoenix)

SMUT TO ANGST

DON'T READ IF UR SAD😨😨😭😭 No miners allowed😡 or ur going to get it lil bro, you’ll become the sussy imposter from among us.👿👿

It was a beautiful sunny morning I thought as I looked out my apartment window. Today was the day my glorious king skibidi bae Ino Takuma comes back from work. I sighed and looked at a picture of him that was sitting on my desk. Ugh he looks so fine in the photo. (What The photo looks like)

Ima go 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 if I don't see my lil kitten soon I thought to myself. I get my ford f150 ready and start to drive to his workplace. While I was hitting the road there was an enormous gigantic car that looked like a cyclops that was a big back. It comes to me at full light speed and it crashes into me. Our car rolls up and down and left and right and it starts to float. Out of curiosity I open my door but then I slip and fall. I start to fall down quick as my body sways like an inflatable, I almost sharted myself until someone snatched me. My eyes were closed in fear but I heard something in the distance… ~now, now daddy's home darling~ no need to fret lil one” I open my eyes and I’m met with bright and luminous blinding blue eyes. I couldn't even tell it was blue because of how bright it was. It could almost make the whole city shine “shine bright like a diamond!!!” *the man covers ur eyes* “guessss whoooo” “Omg!!! It's Satoru Gojo!!!!” I smile and tears of happiness fall off my face “you crying?” He smirks. “O-omg gojo!!! Have you seen my bf???” I stammered. “No sussy Neko Chan!! We can go look for him though!!!” gojo said while smiling really goofy while sticking out his tongue REALLY wide while widening his eyes like a psycho ”

“First you gotta come back with me to my apartment and ur sussy bf will be there waiting 😈😈 we’re gonna give u the most devious little surprise” Gojo says smirking devilishly

Fast forward to gojos apartment

“It’s freaky time 😈😈😈😈” Gojo says as he slowly teasingly takes off his top. “G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-gojo San!!!! Nani are you doing?!?!” I exclaim. Suddenly, Osamu miya and Ino walk in!!! I blush and suddenly all my clothes start to grow wings and fly away. “Come here bbg” Osamu said while winking and licking his lips. “Let me ask you something…. You know where the place nonia is?” “w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what is nonia?” I nervously stammer. "NONIA OF UR BUSINESS HAHAHAHAH” Ino laughs while laughing."ughhhhhhhhh that's not DATEBAYO ino🤬🤬🤬'' I growl “stop not being fanum tax baby gronk rizzler ino. Now let’s get freaky” gojo mentions and suddenly he whips it out like BOING BOING BOING and OH MY GOD??!!!! IT'S BOUNCING ON THE WALLS???? I then spread my legs apart “pls fill me up with the power of friendship and pls make me a sussy baka Ohio sigma skibidi baby gronk fanum tax grimace shake 10000 level gyat” I shake and bounce my ass for them “let me ask you Y/N…. Are you naughty? Or nice?..” Ino whispers in my ear

“because either way… we are about to give you the most devious backshots' ' Osamu mentions as he grimaces and oils me up. Gojo lifts me up and lays me down on the mattress “don’t worry… we’ll take real good care of you” Gojo says with an evil grin as he smacks my ass so hard it leaves a skibidi red hand print! Gojo then whips out his ohio grimace cock and shoves it in me. “ owchies!!! That’s going to leave a mark!!” Gojo starts to thrust at the speed of Phoenix slurping a grimace shake XD. “NUGHHHHHHHHH, YOUR TIGHTER THAN THE IMPOSTER FROM AMONG US NUHHHHHGGGGGGGGG '' gojo screams. “G-g-g-gojo senpai i'm going to bust😩😩” I said “BUST FOR ME MY LITTLE KITTEN WHISKERS NOWWWW, UGHHH, UR SO SKIBITI AND SIGMA'' gojo yells. Then gojo came. I lay on the bed breathing heavily but then I hear, “my turnnnnnn~” I look up and I see Ino my glorious pookie wookie dookie! “Uh ohhhh” I say

69 ohio Gyatt rizzler minutes later

We are all worked up, oiled up, and resting with each other on bed while making all the place wet. Until we hear a loud BOOM outside. It was a big radioactive explosion!!’

WARNING ANGST ALERT!!!! Do not read if emotional😞😞🙁🙁🙁🙁 PS. You might develop depression if you read this….

“G-g-g-g-g-g-guys… I’m scared…” I stutter “don’t worry dookie pookie… it will be us against the world” Osamu holds my hand “Y/N… we will meet in the next life” Ino whispers in my ear. I blush so much I look like a rotten tomato “Y/N… arigato.. sayonara~” Gojo smiles at me with his rotten Victorian child teeth. The radioactive bomb explodes our place and us and ends up disintegrating into bits of dust… just like Freddy Mercury (lead singer of Queen, y’all should know this🤬🤬) sang…. Another one…. Bites the dust…

THE END!! THANKS FOR READING AND STAY #POGGERS #WAP #LIVELAUGLOVE

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cricketnationrise · 4 months

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Camboy sequel 🤭 (aka the sequel I cannot wait for)

pls accept part of a group chat who's name I won't give away but it made @celeritas2997 crack up when she saw it in the doc:

Bug: [pic] 😊 irl chaos demon: fuck that looks amazing RUDE Bug: 😇 H 🍆❤️: Am I meant to know what this is? Bug: It’s our abuela’s mole and enchiladas! i thought we agreed you wouldn’t taunt me with abuela’s cooking while you’re visiting Bug: You agreed. I made a vague humming noise and moved on. irl chaos demon: should have read the fine print alejandro that or you should have skipped a few grades so you could already be graduated and visit more often

#cricket chirps #tailsbeth #camboy sequel #wip tag game

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vulture-writes-stuff · 1 year

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i came running so fast as soon as i saw ur arven x reader content, it was so pleasing to read and arven is such a good guy 😭 i hope it's alright to request something! would u be willing to write grusha x nb reader? maybe something about where the reader is his assigned bodyguard who needs to escort him somewhere important, seeing as he's a gym leader and all! but in the end, pls write whatever u feel most comfy with :) have a nice day!

I did my best with this because I adore Grusha!! He's such a good boy I think hes very funny

I also like how people lost their minds upon finding out he's a man, comedy gold

Thank u for requesting flower Anon!! Enjoy the food 🌻

Grusha X NB Reader

Every gym leader gets a bodyguard, but why is Grusha's so... Protective of him? He knows they should remain professional, but it's hard to.

Reader is not the SV protagonist. Their origin and general story remains ambiguous, but they're explicitly mentioned to be a fairy-type specialist. Their full team is brought up - they have an Azumarill, a Dachsbun, a Tinkaton, a Mimikyu, a shiny Sylveon, and an Arcanine with fairy tera-type. They're mentioned to be strong enough to lift Grusha with relative ease.

It was so damn cold.

Grusha spent almost every day up here on the mountain, running his gym... It was often the last one challengers took on, not only because of the trip, but because he was quite tough when he wanted to be.

And yet, despite that, he was freezing cold right now. He was on his way down Glaseado mountain to get to Mesagoza, because he has to meet with Geeta (she called annual meetings with all the gym leaders to see how everything was going). Of course, this was the one day the Flying Taxis couldn't get all the way up the mountain.

Grusha stuffed his hands into his pockets, nestling his face further into his scarf. He was at least thankful that, despite the bitter frost that made his face numb, he wasn't alone. Recently, the gym leaders had been appointed bodyguards - quite a stark change from their usual solitude, but an incident with a rowdy pack of Maschiff meant they needed an extra hand.

His bodyguard walked by his side, wearing a heavy overcoat that looked surprisingly warm. They didn't seem all that bothered by the weather, keeping pace with him as he trudged through the snow. Their Arcanine, the largest one he'd ever seen, padded alongside them. Its every breath made the air turn to mist, and its paws left melted prints in the snow.

Grusha had realized quite recently that he had a crush on them. Unsurprising, all things considered. They were attractive, and genuinely cared about his needs... Even if their solutions tended to be a little extreme. He could still vividly recall when his old injury was acting up, right in the middle of a gym battle, and they swooped in to physically pick him up so he could continue fighting without straining his body.

It had been embarrassing in the moment, but they were warm. And nice.

Grusha didn't realize he'd zoned out until he felt a weight land on his shoulders, draped over him like a cape. They'd taken off their coat to give it to him, more concerned about his comfort than theirs.

"That's a bad idea," Grusha said, though he didn't return their jacket. "You're gonna freeze."

"I'll be fine, I've got Arcanine." They said, giving the Legendary Pokemon a pat on the side. The Arcanine let out a soft wuff, exhaling a small puff of smoke in the process. "You look like you're going to collapse, so you need it more than me."

"...Thanks." He hadn't realized how fatigued he was until now, grabbing the collar of the coat and pulling it a little closer around himself. Grusha's face twinged with a faint blush, savoring the extra warmth he got.

The pair continued to walk in silence, and Grusha was faintly aware of the other drawing closer to him. He could see the wary expression on their face, see them tense up momentarily... And then he saw what they saw. The menacing glint of eyes from the slopes above.

Grusha was swept off his feet as they grabbed him, lifting him with an alarming amount of ease. He heard the cry of a sneasel, and the sound of way too many footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Hang on to me," They said curtly, unclipping the premier balls from their belt and throwing them behind them. Grusha grabbed onto them as best he could, glancing over their shoulder - a pack of sneasel, the largest he'd ever seen, lead by a trio of mean-looking weavile. He'd only ever seen his bodyguard's Arcanine. The rest of their team was... Mildly surprising to him.

A scowling Azumarill fought off a small horde on its own, knocking a few through the air with a swing of its heavy tail. A Dachsbun wearing a shell bell was providing support from the back, battling the sneasel that interrupted it. A Tinkaton and a Mimikyu were ferocioously fighting two of the weavile, easily holding their own, and a blue-furred Sylveon was backing up their Arcanine. Grusha hadn't taken them for a fairy type specialist, but he supposed it wasn't his place to judge.

They took off at a sprint, pursued by a few stragglers and the last of the weavile. Grusha saw the dangerous glint of claws tear at their shirt, but they were quick enough to evade the worst of the attack.

Heavy footfalls alerted Grusha to their Arcanine's return, the Pokemon grabbing its trainer by the scruff and dropping them onto its back. It sprinted down the mountain at full speed, and the sounds of battling slowly faded... Grusha could hear the telltale sound of Pokemon being returned, though.

Despite being supported by the Arcanine now, Grusha clung to them like a lifeline. He certainly didn't feel like he was in danger anymore - he was actually quite comfortable. They were warm, much warmer than the cold world around them, their arms wrapped comfortingly around him.

Their relationship should have been strictly professional, all things considered, but he found himself longing for more.

"Grusha." They said, like they'd read his thoughts. "Are you alright? Not hurt?"

"Of course I'm not. Are you hurt? It looked like that weavile nailed you pretty bad..." He sat up slightly.

"No, no, it only grazed me. Nothing I can't manage." They shrugged it off, adjusting their grip on him. "You fought well, Arcanine. Thank you for carrying us, I know you're not fond of chauffering."

The Arcanine huffed again, continuing its journey down the mountain. They sat in silence again, the only real sound being Arcanine's footsteps.

"So... You never told me about your team." Grusha was the first to speak.

"You never asked." They chuckled lightly, propping their chin on his shoulder without thinking. His heart skipped. "Arcanine was my first Pokemon. Caught him out in the wild out of sheer dumb luck, only found out about how he could terastallize later. The rest of my team I caught later, Sylveon was the last one I found. She was only a little Eevee at the time."

"Huh." He mused thoughtfully, leaning into them. "It's just rare to see someone specialize in fairy types."

"Not as rare as you might think. You just see a whole lot of fire, fighting and steel types."

"...That's probably true, actually." Grusha groaned. "I think I've seen more Skeledirge in my lifetime than any other living person."

They laughed, a lovely sound that made Grusha's heart race yet again. He couldn't take it any more! He tugged his scarf down with one hand, the other resting lightly on the back of their neck.

They had very little time to react as he pulled them down, their noses bumping awkwardly together as his lips met theirs. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins from the sneasel encounter, the roaring blizzard in his heart finally settling. The kiss lasted for what felt to be an eternity, unbroken even by the blistering wind.

The human need for oxygen forced them apart, and the glint in their eye spoke a thousand words.

"A reward," He started, snuggling into his scarf again. "For doing your job well. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there."

"I'm... Flattered." They were the embarrassed one for once, unable to meet his eyes. "Grusha, are you... Sure you wanted to do that? I mean, I don't mind, it's just- well, the league might frown upon it, and-"

"To hell with the league." Grusha groaned. "You're adorable when you get all formal, you know. I don't care what Geeta or anyone else say, I really like you."

They were bright red to the very tips of their ears, a shade of scarlet that rivaled their Arcanine's fiery orange. They didn't say anything further, but Grusha noticed how they pulled him closer against him.

He let his head fall against their shoulder, the air finally warming as they reached the base of the mountain. The trip to Mesagoza would be long from here, but...

Well, with all that off his chest, Grusha knew he could make it.

This is so short and I am really sorry, I had a hard time writing this!!! It's not anything to do with the request, it's just my first time writing a dynamic like this 😭😭😭

It's getting late and I have work tomorrow so I'm going to post this as it is, hope you enjoy either way

#grusha x reader #pokemon grusha x reader #gym leader grusha x reader #fanfic #x reader #writers on tumblr #x nonbinary reader #pokemon x reader #gym leader grusha #i did my best !!!#also team is mildly inspired by my old fairy type team back in the day #with some modernized changes #flower anon

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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antifragile

a/n. my dear villains i apologise for the lack of xdh content i promise i am working on that pls don’t beat me up with a stick 🙏🙏 anyways here’s an idea i came up with like 3 months ago 🤩🤩🤩

also this is so dumb but i had so much fun writing it help—😭

when there was a doorbell, you almost flew to you were door.

you ordered a matching set of sanrio glasses (because boredom and easy access to online shopping is not a good thing) and you were dying for them to finally arrive. the thought of drinking iced americano from kuromi glass or matcha from keroppi one…

swinging the door open you heard a quiet curse, followed by a gasp and… your mailman dropping the package.

“that scared me! how on earth were you so fast…” he grunted, kneeling down to reach for the package.

you stood there, absolutely frozen.

your sanrio glasses. the cute pocchaco prints… and chococat… and– wait, is that a new guy?

“sorry, it’s my first day” he hummed, voice honey-like. you blinked twice, that would explain a lot “i hope it wasn’t anything…”

“those were glasses” you whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“oh”

you peeked at him, the knitted brows on his face and just overall cuteness washing away the fact your - oh so awaited - package is broken.

“see, i was wondering because i read it as antifragile. like the song” he said and pointed at the sticker that clearly said fragile.

there was an absolute moment of silence as you two looked each other in the eye when he suddenly grinned and started–

“anti-ti-ti-ti-fragile” he sung in a high pitched voice, trying to follow the dance moves and you couldn’t help but scoff “sorry about the package though. but maybe check if it’s okay because i didn’t hear glass breaking…?”

your eyes widened.

“there’s still a chance my sanrio glasses are all good?!” you yelped and took the package, rushing to open it.

“i still need a signature though–” the mailman yelled, standing in front of the doorframe. you turned around, frowning. his sweet, stupid grin made it hard to be pissed at him.

“what if they are broken? i can send it back or something…?” you asked, slowly opening the box.

“yeah, probably. if they aren’t broken we should go on a date. and if i broke them… well, i can pay for new ones” he offered and a blush formed on your cheeks.

opening the box you let out a gasp. they were fine. your sanrio glasses were in one piece.

“it’s a date, then” you grinned, walking up to him with a soft smile.

“i’m jooyeon by the way. and i still need your signature…” he said and gave you the pen, observing as you wrote your name “…y/n”

you send him a grin and he nodded, goofy smile on his lips.

“i know your address already so i’ll be here tomorrow, 6pm. have fun time with those sanrio glasses, y/n!” jooyeon announced, not giving you time to respond.

he saluted goodbye and walked away, humming antifragile and leaving you speechless.

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 129. brb x oc

a/n: reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none. fluff so fluffy it'll rotten you

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Nicole was such a kind and patient little baby, she never makes any fuss when it’s time to get dressed. In fact she just watches, interested, as her parents dress her up. This time it was Beatrice who was doing so since Rooster was busy taking a shower.

She looked adorable with her plaid yellow pants that matched her bow and the white t-shirt with the words ‘Ugh! As if!’ printed on it. Yes it was because Beatrice watched Clueless a few weeks ago and managed to find this adorable outfit and couldn’t help herself.

Plus,Nicole looked adorable.

“There you go, oh my God you look so cute!” Beatrice smiles, clapping her hands as she kneels in front of the bed where her daughter sat patiently, holding onto her monkey and blinking up at her mother, “You look so cute,when you are older I’ll explain this reference…and I’ll also explain the 90’s were weird, very weird.” she shakes her head with a grin, kissing Nicole’s cheek, “Wait until your dad sees you, he’ll freak out.”

“Dada?”

“Yes! Dada!” Beatrice stands up to her feet and taps her knees to get rid of any dust clinging to her dark tights, pulling the black knee length boots a bit so it wouldn’t roll inside when she moved. She carried Nicole to the mirror, her little girl was still confused by reflections and the fact that there are two of the same people within the room, but she is getting better little by little. “Look at us, we are matching!” In a way, her own skirt was brown instead of yellow and her white blouse was a turtle neck one instead of a shirt.

But she looked pretty good.

She turns to the side and runs her hand over her stomach, it’s still pretty much invisible and the skirt’s volume helps in hiding the growing bump from any of her family’s eyes. She turns to the other side, then back, then repeats the pattern enough to make Nicole giggle because the movement was making her sway, “Mama is funny,is she?” Beatrice smiles, kissing Nicole’s head, ‘Sorry,birdie, I’m just checking on your little siblings.”

“Buh buh!”

“Yeah,I know.Are you excited?”

Nicole babbled something, hugging onto Beatrice’s neck and she assumed that was a positive response. Beatrice sighs, holding Nicole close as she looks at her reflection one last time, staring over her shoulder at the bathroom when she hears the distinct sound of Rooster buckling his pants, “You okay over there?”

“Yep. I’m fine. Are you?”

Was she? “Yeah,I’m fine.”

“Good, gorgeous. We’ll be okay.”

“I know,I’ve been repeating that for…minutes now.”

“Do you want us to wait a bit before going?”

Her heart swelled at his suggestion, her smile widening as she looked down at her phone to check the time, “Not really, we’ll be fashionably late either way. I don’t mind going now,Roos.” and she rocks Nicole in her arms, kissing her little girl’s forehead and adjusting the bow on her hair, “I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will.” she hears him moving around, then the sound of something hitting the sink and his quiet cursing “Fuck, hit my knee, god damn it- I mean that, ow, I mean that you will be okay, we will be okay. Just try to have fun- god damn it that hurt.”

“Are you okay?”

“I think I’m losing my awareness because I just slammed my knee on the sink.”

“Roos.”

“You can kiss it better later,” he chuckles “But I’m fine,I swear.”

Beatrice laughs softly, sitting back down on the bed as she hears the dogs patting inside. Jolene was the first to arrive, tail wagging and pink nose tilted up so Beatrice could pet her head, her pups following behind - Eleanor had no concept of personal space and loved to jump on their bed, just so she could be close to Nicole, while Jack chose to stay under the bed and only keep his snout out from under the covers. And she had to admit that doggy sweaters are the best thing to buy during this time of the year.

Jolene sat in front of Beatrice, placing her huge head on her thigh, nose pointed directly towards her owner’s stomach. Much like Nicole’s, Jolene knew there was something going on in there and Beatrice couldn’t be more thankful to have such loving and protective dogs…well,Eleanor was the most protective of them all, but nevertheless, she felt safe, “Yeah,I know, I have a pair of babies in there.” Jolene presses her nose up to the top of her skirt and huffs, “You’ll take care of them too, won’t you Jojo?” a buff of agreement - and two of almost offense came from the pups- “And you guys too, of course.”

Eleanor barked happily, standing on her legs behind her, right in Nicole’s line of sight. The little baby smiled, reaching a small hand to Eleanor who immediately leaned down to lick her minuscule palm, making the little girl squeak a giggle.

“What’s she laughing at?”

Bea blinked, “Oh,Ellie is licking her hand.” she gently wipes the said hand off any dog saliva by grabbing a wipe from her nightstand, “Just being Ellie,why?”

“I dunno, my daughter laughs and I want to know why. She’s just too cute to pass up.”

“She got that from her dad.” she heard his snort, almost bashful one as he stayed in the bathroom, “You almost done?”

“Almost.” something clattered on the sink and he cursed again “I got the buttery fingers today, holy shit.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Always, gorgeous. Alright,I’m coming out.” Beatrice angled her body so she’d look straight at the bathroom door with Nicole facing the same direction, she whispered excitedly to her daughter that her ‘dada’ was almost there.

And honestly, when he did, he never disappointed.

He always had a great sense of style, although some of his friends would disagree and joke he stayed in the 80’s for a good chunk of his style, but she knew he had more under his sleeve. The amount of shirts that were to expose his chest were endless, but, considering how cold it was outside and they were in December, he chose to keep the striped black and white shirt buttoned up to his chest, only keeping a tiny part of his collar bones visible.

Since he couldn’t feel cold, more like he could but not in California, Rooster’s outfits were always the mid-season dream with the light cotton fabrics and the soft pants that this time were a dark shade of blue. The way those colors complimented his skin and his hair…it was amazing, he was amazing. “Dada!” Beatrice was snapped out of her full on ogling by their daughter, Rooster also stopped fiddling with his watch to smile at Nicole.

“My baby girl!” Beatrice loved how high his deep voice got when talking to Nikki, “Hi! Oh my Gosh, you look so fancy!” He practically skips over, picking Nicole up and holding her so he could take a full look at her outfit, “Like a child of the 90’s, I love it.”

“She even has a jacket.”

“Oh that’s so fucking cute.” he coos, tucking her on his neck and kissing her head. Then his eyes moved to Beatrice and he looked, he looked for a good while, whistling low, “Ooohhh…look at mama.” he whispers to Nicole, who turns her head towards Bea, “Isn’t she the most beautiful woman ever? Isn’t she pretty?”

“Pphuty!”

“Close! I’ll take it.” he smirks at Bea, offering her his hand, “Give me a twirl,gorgeous.” she laughs, letting him spin her in place and once again earning a pleased noise from her husband, “God you have beautiful legs…and thighs and,” he lets go of her hand to cup Nikki’s ears - one ear covered by his palm, the other by his shoulder - “Ass.”

Beatrice laughs even more, her nervousness dissipating, “Really? With everything you say that’s the thing you worry about?”

“I don’t know, it’s easier to say than the usual cursing I do.”

“Mhm.Sure.”

“But you do look beautiful.” he says, leaning down to kiss her scalp, inhaling the lavender in her hair and smiling when she hugged his torso, “Are you okay?” she nods against his chest before looking back up at him, “You sure?’

“I am better, yeah.’ she smiles, “Still nervous, but…you know, not how I was.”

“Good, good, that’s all I worry about.” he murmurs, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the movement made it easy for him to see the time on his watch, “Wanna go? We’ll be fashionably late as you said we would.”

“Yeah, yeah let’s go.”

Bradley kissed her forehead one last time, then handed Nicole back to her mother as the two walked out of the bedroom - the pilot whistling so the dogs followed, whistling harder when Eleanor remained on the bed and refused to leave, even barking at Rooster…eventually she did leapt off the bed. He follows Beatrice downstairs, grabbing his coat on the way out, “Okay, so, we go there.”

“Yeah,”

He slips his arm inside a sleeve, “We eat.’ she smiles, rolling her eyes, “You said your mom is making chocolate lava cake, for the love of God,Bea. You know I love lava cake.”

“Then it’s good I didn’t tell you she might add some fresh whipped cream,” his pained face, followed by him biting his knuckles made her laugh, “With fresh berries.”

“Jesus Christ, okay, yeah.Eating? A must- oh I need to call Mav.” he taps his sides and his butt until he feels his phone, pulling it out to call his uncle, “He knows the way but I think it’d be better if they came with us.”

“That’s fine.” she says, leaning against the wall as she fixed Nicole’s little Clueless coat around her tiny torso, “Weird that I’m going to spend Christmas with my boss…never thought it’d be something to think about when I started.”

“Crazy,huh?”

“I think our relationship opened some wild doors.” she chuckles, “But I’m not complaining.”

“Me neither.” he whispers, cupping her chin and kissing her lips repeatedly, humming in surprise when he uncle picks up, almost as if he could see what was happening and stepped back, “Mav! Hey! You ready?” a pause, “No, yeah, we were just waiting for you - no you don’t have to bring anything,I told you that…no, no, no Mav is fine. They are cool people, they are a bit crazy,” Beatrice chuckled, “But so are you.”

She could almost hear the indignant ‘hey!’ from the older pilot.

“No, yeah…yeah,I know…okay,so we’ll meet you there? Okay,no, yeah I can do it. Yep,hmhm, okay. Kay….kaaaay oh my God, calm down. Okay…alright, see ya.” he sighs with his brows arched as he ends the call, “They are waiting for us.”

“Was he nervous?”

“A little.” he shrugs, shoving his phone into his pocket and pulling the keys out of the holder, twirling it on his index finger, “But he’ll live, Mav isn’t shy, you know he’s going to survive your family.” he kisses her forehead and then opens the door for her, “Ladies.”

“Why, thank you.”

“Buh buh bah dada!”

Rooster’s eyes crinkled at the corners, he sent a kiss towards Nikki then turned to the dogs, “All of you, come on.” Jolene was the first, with Eleanor bouncing off and Jack hesitantly leave the door, looking over at Rooster with his eyes huge and ears flat on his skull, “You’ll meet your actual grandparents,Jack, go on.” he gently taps the dog’s butt, pushing him a bit forward and then closing the door.

He unlocks the car so Beatrice sets Nicole inside, before she turns to the dogs and they all take place next to the baby. Eleanor and Jolene on each side of her, with Jack at the bottom, partially hidden by the seat - a feat, honestly, with how big he was. She sighed, rubbing her arms before looking at him, “...well!” she slaps her hands on her sides, “I guess we should go.”

“We should.” he smiles, but before she can walk away he wraps his arms around her waist and tugs her closer, pressing their foreheads together, “Gorgeous, we’ll be okay…you hear? We’ll be okay.” he squeezes her each time he speaks the last words, smiling when she giggles at him, draping her own arms around his neck.

“I know…we will it’s just…” she shrugs, “You know how I can be.”

“Absolutely sexy and adorable at the same time?’ she sputters a laugh, “I might’ve heard something about that.”

‘Stop it.”

“No.” he smirks, swallowing her laugh when he kissed her again, “I’m never going to stop being crazy about you,gorgeous.” he breaks the kiss to gently tap her ass, “Now, let’s go. Your mom might drag us both if we take much longer.”

“I hate how right you are.” she smiles, cupping his cheek and then walking around the car. Obviously he followed closely, opening the door for her before she could even blink. “Thank you,Roos.”

“The day I don’t do it it’s the day we are both too old to use a car.” he smirks, “But I will help you on those little bikes old people use.”

“Oh my God.”

“Come on, it’d be fun.” he says as she sits down, “We could race each other.”

Beatrice stares ahead for a second, then looks back at him with a small grin, crossing her arms with a sigh that meant she was genuinely thinking about it, “...we could, maybe if we still lived on this street,” she turns her head towards the still closed garage doors, “It’s flat, only turns down the street…it’s a lot of lane to cover.”

He smirks, kissing her forehead soundly and then closes the door. He was glad she was smiling and joking around and honestly loves how she always jumps in his ideas. But he was genuinely honest with her, he wants to grow old with Beatrice, “We could be the crazy couple down the street.” he says as they get inside, “We can be the old fucks who fight dumb people.”

“Oooohhh, like those creepy men who grab waitresses!”

“Or people that just park in areas that are clearly not for them to use. There’s a sign there for a reason.” he says, the garage door slowly opening so he could reverse it, “Imagine it, we could also be the best party at a party.”

“We’d be amazing at Nicole’s wedding.” she said more to tease him, because his smile disappeared and his eyebrows furrowed, “I’m joking Roos.”

“She’ll take a long time to get married.” he says, he’s not offended or hurt, in fact he’s laughing a bit, “But…yeah,we will. We’d be amazing.”

Beatrice leans back on her seat with a sigh, watching the garage ceiling disappear from her view as they are finally out of the house, her fingers rubbing over her wedding band as she watches the door close and lock, with Rooster dropping the keychain before holding the steering wheel. Beatrice feels…cold in her stomach.

The anxiety was slow but it never left.

She chews the corner of her mouth, the taste of the cherry lip gloss invades her mouth as she does so, looking out the window to watch the many colors blur by as Rooster drives them towards Penny’s house. It surprises her how quickly they got to the place, in fact she blinked up and they were already there, “Wha?”

“You passed out a bit.” he commented, gently rubbing her thigh, “I let you sleep because I know your brain is being a big meanie tonight.”

“Oh…oh thank you Roos.”

“How do you feel?”

“Good…I feel good.” she cracks her neck, groaning, “I should’ve slept in a better position though…I barely noticed I closed my eyes.”

“That’s okay,gorgeous.” he parks the car just in time to see Mav,Penny and Amelia walk out. He waves at the three, so does Beatrice, Nicole laughs happily when she notices it’s her grandparents on the other side.

Rooster signals to Mav so they’d follow the Bronco, his uncle throwing a thumbs up and stepping inside Penny’s car before Bradley started to drive himself. With them following right behind,Beatrice didn’t know if it was her past nap thoughts or just…something random, but she giggled quietly to herself. “What?’ her husband asks, driving towards her parents’ house, “What? What’s so funny?”

“You know, now that Mav is with Penny.” she says, “And he’s your uncle, which makes Penny your aunt and Amelia your cousin…does that mean Shells is your cousin too?”

“She’s Amelia’s cousin though.”

“But there is some familiarity.” she giggles, “I don’t know, isn’t it cute?”

“No offense but I prefer Amelia over Shells. Amelia didn’t threaten me when I started dating you.” he mumbles, “Or made me suffer for months because all I wanted was your name. Hell, she could’ve just said ‘oh it’s Bea’ and I’d be happy.”

“Aw come on, I like how you came up to me.” she says sweetly, “It still gives me butterflies when I remember it.”

Rooster huffed softly, arching his eyebrows and shaking his head, “Yeah,you aren’t the only one.” he murmured, “Now, let’s get this Christmas party started.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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Random Jareth thoughts and ideas that have been collecting dust in my notes app lol. Pls tag me if you use any of these 💜

1. Reader is Jareth's new bride and he's helping her get used to her new Fae like magic powers that she gained upon their marriage, but things keep going humorously wrong, much to Jareth's amusement. He tries teaching her how to transform into an owl, but she turns herself into a pigeon. He tries showing her how to conjure and juggle crystals, but hers keep turning into snakes and she's so startled she drops them. etc., etc. you can take it from there

2. You're Jareth's wife. You sometimes accompany him to the Aboveground, but prefer staying in the castle to comfort the wished away children and ease their fears and homesickness. Jareth begins to notice your maternal behavior, particularly around the babes. You read to them, play with them, and sing lullabies to them as you wipe away their tears and rock them in your arms. You're always the most devastated when it's a babe that's turned into a goblin over an older child. Jareth comforts you in your shared chambers, and realizes you want a child. He wants you to be happy, and your wish is one he is all too eager to grant. You do have 13 hours to be alone together, after all.

3. You're Jareth's human wife, but fear you'll grow old and he'll stop loving you since he's immortal. You avoid him, making him suspicious. He spies on you in owl form and overhears you confide in your friend Hoggle, who distrusts Jareth & worries for you. He tries talking you into throwing away your ring and running back to your old life Aboveground, but Jareth intervenes, accusing Hoggle of betrayal & turning you against him. He's ready to throw Hoggle into the bog, but you stop him and calm his temper. He swears he won't let you age or die. You're the only one worthy of ruling beside him forever.

4. Sort of Hades and Persephone AU where Jareth has been alone for so long that he abducts reader, even though she was betrothed to someone else. She tries to escape and goes on a hunger strike for many days, despite Jareth’s efforts to tempt her into eating. She knows of Fae rules and refuses to dance, eat their food, say her name, give thanks, etc. She befriends Hoggle, who is able to smuggle her human food and drink. What reader doesn’t know is her fiancé willingly traded her away to marry someone else and isn’t coming to her rescue. Jareth eventually seduces her and tricks her into eating food of the Fae, trying to calm her when she breaks out of her trance and tries to thrash and spit it out. He tells her she was always his, that he loved her the moment he saw her. Reader is devastated her fiancé would betray her in such a way. And Jareth is always full of tricks and schemes. Despite the circumstances of their meeting, he wants to make his bride happy. If she wants him to seek revenge on her former fiancé, he will. All she need do is ask. Jareth won’t let that unworthy mortal get away with what he’s done. He should’ve known that when making dealings with a Fae, there’s always fine print that can be twisted and turned against you.

Edit: Found these on my ooooooooold IPhone 4. These are like 7 years old but I’ll still resurrect them from the dust and share!

5. Reader is also Fae or a mythical creature from a Realm similar to Jareth. Long ago, she decided to leave and go live Aboveground. She doesn’t regret her decision since she needed to go, but she regrets hurting her dearest friend, Jareth. One day as she's putting away her precious keepsakes from her past, she stumbles across his book. The Labyrinth. She begins to remember all the moments she had with him. When they played together as children, when they danced as teenagers. When they kissed as adults. She wishes she had a second chance with him. A chance to start over, to give their love a proper chance to bloom. She believes that it’s too late now. She can never have that chance. She thinks she must put away her dreams, Including her dream to be reunited with her best friend and almost lover. But maybe Jareth is closer than she realizes. And perhaps he’s willing to reorder time, only for her.

6. It’s been many years since reader successfully ran the labyrinth. She decided to return home after saving her wished away sibling. Reader is now living in London. She still remembers the Labyrinth and the many colorful friends she made there. However, she hasn't seen them in a long time. She's not the imaginative girl she used to be since she became an adult, and is no longer playing games of make believe or getting lost in fantasies and daydreams. She accidentally bumps into a man on the street, and ends up falling to the ground. He apologizes and helps her up. She takes his hand and as soon as she stands up straight, she's in shock at what she sees. The resemblance is striking. He even has the same unusual eyes as him. But it couldn't be Jareth, could it? The man only smiles and stretches out his hand as he says,

"Hello, my name is David. David Bowie.”

#jareth x reader #jareth imagine #labyrinth imagine #labyrinth x reader #random fic ideas #fic ideas

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Oh please! Charles in his little duck print pj's running away from Dan and crawling onto mommas lap and Max trying to get Charles to gently tease his friends and the chat is in pure meltdown because although Charles goes to a lot of races, the redbull guys make sure the cameras stay away so seeing Max in momma mode is seriously rare. Charles telling them all a few dinosaur facts before proclaiming that momma needs to come read him a story now and Max can see he's getting cranky so quickly takes him away

Sjdjd dan trying so hard to keep chafles out of the sim room but charles stil wiggles his way in there cos he needs to see momma before he goes to bed! Max not actively racing so its fine, he justs lifts charles onto his lap and noses the pup's cheek a bit and lrtting Charles babble at th3 stream! Pls everyone is melting seeing Max in momma mode, so sweet ans he noses Charles and tries to straughten his messy hair!

Charles babbling about dinos to the chat all solemnly cos he is dino expert! But the little dino gets tired and cranky soon adter sksk so max knows its time to end the stream and tuck his pup in!

Max seeing how positive evertone reacts to him so he starts sharing more of charles? Pics of them cuddling and charles babbling about dinos!

#asks #abo adoption

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Can you maybe do Toji x f!reader riding him? It's fine if not btw :D (I'M 19 BTW)

|Ride me - Toji x afab!reader|

**WARNINGS: contains smut, explicit language, and sexual themes. MINORS DNI although I know yall horny out there reading it**

The picture above is NOT MINE and goes to the rightful credited owner.

All characters mentioned below are NOT MINE and belong to the Original Creator/Author/Illustrator.

This piece is a work of fiction and is pure imagination and is not real and does not involve in the original story/timeline.

Genre: smut, romance

cw: switchTOJI!?, switch afab!READER?!, fem!reader, exhibitionist, voyeurism, PDA, not proofread sorry folks

A/N: first ever req im getting (and i'm thrilled af pls) – thanks anon <3, i'm assuming yall loves dilfs huhhuh. and YES absolutely! AND WHYD THIS TAKE ME 4HRS LMAO IM SO BAD WITH THIS buttt here ya goo and enjoyy ~

wc: 3.3k sheesh -----------------------------------------------------------

‘And I’m done!’ I thought happily, appreciating the way I looked, shown by the reflection. Twirling a bit as I spritz some of the DIOR J'adore Eau De Parfum on myself and sigh happily at myself. Today was a special day. Today was the day when I finally got hold of my boyfriend, Toji who seemed way too busy with the odd job that he never told in detail. We planned a date after struggling to match with our hectic schedule giving no chance and decided that today was the day. Smoothing little unnoticeable wrinkles from my satin, black skater dress I slipped inside my cheetah print full sleeve jacket. A beautiful, plain diamond jewelry settled nicely on the base of my neck which was paired with a pair of simple dangling earrings.

Combing through my hair that I styled with my utmost effort, I reached out the lip gloss in the shade of power red and swiped another coat on my lip and correcting the smudges and maintaining a gradient look. My eye makeup was rather done simply allowing my bright eyes to be the star of the show. Grabbing the purse that was sitting idly on my bed, I slipped my phone in but not before I checked the time. 6:55 PM – it read. I had a couple of minutes before I head out. Going to the small walk-in closet I turned over to choose what footwear will it be today. ‘I’ll just match with my jacket’ I thought mindlessly and bent over to take the high-block heel. Switching off the lights that were open, I took a glance once more at my well-maintained apartment and decided it was time. Today’s venue happened to be the cinema and it was perfect because I was able to get hold of the tickets for the most anticipated movie in my opinion – Top Gun – Maverick. Locking my apartment, I trotted over to the elevator and entered it while humming away at a random tune. A familiar ding was heard, and the doors slid, either way, revealing the exit/entrance of the building. Greeting a ‘have a good evening’ to the nearby staff I walked over to my car and revved up the engine.

Today Toji had some personal things to deal with so he said he wouldn’t be able to join me on the ride on the way to the cinema and said he would reach there on his way. Shrugging the sadness away as nothing when I heard that since he never broke any promises and always showed up one way or another was reassuring. A podcast played in the background from my open radio as I drove to the cinema. Today the city looked incredible. It could just be my happy mood, or it was always this extraordinary. The city lights blared from all directions, blinding your eyes in a good way. The level of serotonin I got from the view of the bustling people carrying out different activities was really thrilling. A group of musicians cheerfully played their best tunes while the crowd formed praised away. Smiling slightly, I focused on my driving.

Today’s gonna be good.

Parking my car at an empty spot I found I climbed out of my car, making sure I collected my belongings and switched off the engine, and locked the car. Checking the time once again it read 7:22 PM. ‘Oh great, I’m not late.’ I thought and strolled into the cinema and was introduced to a large hall filled with full of movie posters and stations packed with various flavoured popcorns and different soda machines all lined up. This time, the cinema was quite packed compared to other days. Families, couples, friends, and numerous groups of people were scattered around the place. Drifting my eyes from the crowd I performed a slow 360o spin and admired the neon lights that were running across the walls giving it a bit of a club vibe. Whilst spinning I accidentally bumped into someone but not too harshly but rather a soft one. Without looking I apologized several times and was ready to walk away until that person spoke with a hot breath next to the shell of my ear. “God was definitely showing off when He created you huh.” That voice. It was a perfect balance of clear but rough pure masculinity tone. I whipped my head immediately to that person and engulfed him in a big hug. “TOJI!” I squealed in happiness as I looked up, peeking through my lashes while his towering figure looked down on me. “Hey, babe.” There was a soft smirk drawn on his lips while that scar was stretched ever so slightly due to that motion. His black hair was shaggy as usual covering his eyes a bit. I stepped back and looked up and down at his attire. And boy did he look SEXY.

A black full-sleeved dress shirt was worn paired with black slacks. The first couple of buttons were undone from his shirt and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. A hand was tucked inside his dress pant pocket while the other was brushing on his hair. There was a black band ring that sat comfortably on the index finger of his right hand. Flustered slightly at the way his strong muscles were hugged by the black shirt. It was evident he was a built man. Every move he did there was a slight ripple and strain in those carved muscles I’ve witnessed under that shirt. It almost felt like the clothes he wore was just a second layer of skin. Going closer to him I whispered enough for him to hear. “You look really good tonight, a little too good.” I stated humorously giggling in the process and to hold of his free hand and dragged him into the cinema hall #4 where the promotions and advertisements were playing already.

The room was completely dimmed down while there was in built small circular lights on the stairs giving a nice relaxing illuminating glow. I choose the furthest row at the back so we can comfortably have a view of the full screen. There were very few people at that row, only two people were sat at the very far end from our seat. The below row was also empty to an extent as well. sitting in our respectable places I told Toji I was to collect the snacks, but he urged that he would do so. After exchanging few words of who should go, he won and left the room before I could argue anymore. Huffing slightly at his sweet acts, I sat rather graciously and settled my items, so I was relaxed. Few minutes passed and Toji appeared cradling a large popcorn bucket alongside with two cups of cold drinks, one being my favourite and a bag of other snacks hanging off his elbow. Helping to keep the items safely and not creating a mess, he soon joined me, and the movie finally started.

Around sometime in the movie I felt Toji excuse himself to the restroom which I nodded unconsciously since I was so focused on the movie. Few minutes passed and soon I realized he still hadn’t appeared. I decided not to give too much thought too it and opted to hang around for some time before I gave him a call. Few moments passed he came back looking rather disoriented. The light from the large, displayed screen showed how his shirt was more undone. There was a layer of sheen sweat on his Godly built chest. He plopped down on the seat and manspread-ed, occupying the entirety of his seat. He was slightly more slumped against the chair and his right hand was placed lightly on his finger; his expression tells me he’s in some deep thought.

“Babe? You alright? You don’t look too good.” I spoke out with great concern. Lifting my hand, I pressed against his forehead was felt extremely hot. Snatching my hand away I glanced at him with worry. “You are developing a fever!” I quickly got up only to be pulled down immediately with his arm wrapped on my arm. I fell atop him, my chest near his vision. Blushing at the odd position I was in, I wriggled from his grip. “Toji, what’re you doing!?” I exclaimed quietly. “I got this fever because of you.” He spoke lowly. What? I caused his upcoming fever? Impossible. “You’re gonna have to elaborate more on that but do that later when we bring that fever down.” I said sternly, trying my best to break free from his grasp but no luck. Couple of seconds passed and he gave no response but just staggering breathes were heard. “Toji, darling what’s wrong?” I muttered out softly. I brought my hand after gently convincing him that I’m not getting up and caressed his face. “Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I got so fucking hard it was unbearable.” I gasped at his confession and locked eyes with him. “Darling, you were so focused in your movie I couldn’t disturb you. So, I thought I could take care of it myself.” Poor him. He was dealing with all this all alone without me knowing.

“Babe, you should’ve told me. I could’ve helped you; you know.” I spoke sweetly whilst my hands slid down his chest ever so slowly until it reached the problem. I softly caressed his hard on and kept a fixed stare on his face. “Babe– fuck, please help me…” He gently pleaded. How could I not help him when he laid there in front of me, looking so helpless. How sweet it was of him to not disturb me when watching the movie not knowing I’d drop anything to help him. Grabbing his large rough hands, I led them to run my hair over and hold a makeshift ponytail. I settled on the carpeted ground and unzipped his pants and stared at it. There was a wet patch on the dark, tight boxers he wore that hugged onto his pure thick muscular thighs. Freeing the hard dick from the strains, there it stood proudly. The tip had an angry shade of red – thanks to the light coming from the screen I was able to appreciate his dick properly.

The cockhead was leaking generous amount of pre-cum which dribbled down uncaringly. A thick vein ran underneath the shaft and made its way to the thick, large fat balls. Licking my lips at the delicious sight, I looked up at him once more only to find him looking back at me with such intensity in his green eyes. He bit his lip as he let out a low groan. “Fuck, you look so good down there.” The grip he had on my ponytail was tightened and pushing my face to his hard cock. Preparing my mouth for the abuse I kitty licked the tip and kissed the sides. Sucking the tip like a candy I stuck my tongue out and allowed myself to wrap the tip carelessly. I slipped the cock to entire my hot cavern and the part that didn’t fit I wrapped it with my hands. Pumping with my hands and I bobbed my head up and down I fought back the gag-reflex. I looked at him through my lashes as I kept my cheek hallowed and kissed the tip several times. Spitting the built of drool on the head, I kept pumping his cock and once again swallowed his dick.

“You look so fucking hot right now.” He spoke with a low pitch and letting occasional groans. Thank goodness to the blaring speakers of the movie hall, it masked the erotic sounds we were producing. Suddenly my head was yanked back harshly as he came closer to my face. A finger was stuck in my wet mouth, and I sucked it, swirling my tongue. Toji tightened his jaw when he saw how obedient I was being. A smirk broke out as my eyes land on those pink lips of his that was adorned with that scar. “As much as I’d like to fill your mouth with my cum and have you kept it till the movie’s finished, I think I’ll use that pussy of yours instead.” His voice was rough and hoarse but had a hint of degradation.

His hand motioned towards his thick thighs, and I gulped at the sight. “Get on my lap, now.” He ordered with a gravely tone. Nodding I sat immediately on hard thighs. His right hand that was in my mouth was now removing my panty and was completely removed. Feeling the cool air hit my bare cunt I gripped onto the arm rest wondering what he’ll do. “Don’t make a fucking noise, got it?” He spoke right next to my ear as I nodded. His free hand wrapped around my neck and had a slight tight grip, enough to cut out a bit of oxygen. “Where’s your manners? Hm?” He questioned threateningly. Nervously I answered “Y-yes sir.” A satisfied hum was heard, and my underwear was now a small ball and was near my mouth. Getting the idea, I opened my mouth, and the panty was shoved inside. “Very good.” His voice so husky, his tongue licked my jawline as he brought my back against his hard, chiseled chest.

The finger with the ring was wet presumably from his spit and now made his way to my cunt. His thighs nudged my thighs to open up more. His hands were carrassing my inner thigh as he teased my pussy but not quite relieving any pressure. All of a sudden, he stopped his actions and moved around a bit, most likely removing something from his pocket. “Open it.” He whispered hotly and gave it to me, which I obeyed and opened the black case. There it was a purple clit vibrator. I gasped at what I opened but that went unnoticed as I had a makeshift gag ball in my mouth. He then took it from me and then placed it on my clit., nestling it and making it fit right. Squirming on his thighs at this foreign object contacting my pussy was kind of exciting.

“Relax darling, it’s just a vibrator.” He reassured and kept it there for some time while he held it. Few minutes later he proceeded to whip out the remote and there he played with the controls going from low to high intensity. Immediately I thrashed a bit at the random, sudden sensation I was dealing with, but Toji was quick to stop my movements and had me attached to his back. His free hand roamed around my torso until he it massaged my covered breasts. He slipped his hands under the dress and then tugged the bra under and kept teasing my tits. He flicked, pinched, rubbed circles and pressed on the hard nubs of mine. He did the same with my other boob switching hands and felt the cold ring tease my hard ass nipples. Moans were escaping my mouth but were muffled by the gag. My hand went to his cock that was right under my pussy, which was rubbing it, making it hard as fuck.

“Shit, if you keep that up, I’ll fuck you right here, right now.” He stated with few light groans releasing into the warm air. I moaned at his words and pushed my hands to have a faster pace. I want him to fuck me right here. Having a hundred or two sitting in the same room, shrouded with darkness with nothing but just the projector as our light. Anyone could catch us. We could get caught. We could deal with the securities but that’s what made my pussy clenching on nothing. I let out some words but were intelligible. “What d’ya say sweetheart? You wanna get fucked right here? Like a dirty slut? Hmm?” He questioned one after another, his tone had a patrionising tone. I nodded as fast as I could and urged his hand from my breast to go to my gushing cunt. A deep chuckled reverberated from his chest. “Well, do it yourself then. Use me while fucking me. C’mon darling ride me.” He spoke lazily as he flipped through the intensities making me groan and break out into tears. The thought just past my head. Riding him in a public place, sitting innocently on my boyfriend’s lap while no one knows what was actually going on. That he was practically rearranging my guts.

I lifted my hip and used my hand to align his hard leaking cock into my fluttering hole. Going down I felt him practically rip me open. He was so fucking big it hurt deliciously. Once he was fully inside me, barely sat comfortably as I felt his cockhead kiss the opening of my cervix. Looking down there was a bulge formed on my tummy where my uterus would be. “I filled you up so good, didn’t I?” He spoke to himself and tapped on my thighs to start moving. I slid up and down much with all the energy I had. This kept going on for maybe around ten minutes and Toji just sat there, doing nothing, his eyes were on the movie while he mindlessly switched intensities. Letting out a whine and tears of frustration came out as I couldn’t reach the high that was seconds of breaking open but not quite there yet. “What’s wrong baby? Can’t cum? Need my help?” I nodded but he still sat there looking at me deeply. Soon he removed the gag from my mouth. “Use your words.” He spoke with a bored expression while his face rest on his palm whilst his elbow rested on the armrest.

“Y-yes sir, p-please mmmhm I wanna cum so badly.” I pouted as I squirmed once again. His hands than held onto my hip and helped me to move up and down while simultaneously he pistoned his hips inside me deeply and accurately managing to hit that favourite spot of mines. My gummy wet walls wrapped around my cock as I felt my high coming closer. He set the vibrator at a high setting and alongside with him brutally hammering inside me was really pushing it. Groans and moans escaped quietly from both of us and mingled together. The slapping noise was there but thanks to the climatic scene that was playing, the speakers were blaring with all sorts of loud noises. Few more thrusts what caused the tight knot to snap and caused me to squeal out loud. The dress had already fallen back, concealing everything while couple of people below us had turned around, trying to find where the noise had come from. His warm cum painting my walls white as the remote was switched off to stop me from overstimulating. I rolled my hips, grinding and milking the remaining cum of from his shaft and squeezed Toji’s balls. “Fuck, you better keep quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” He snapped while tugging my hair making me fall backwards.

After two or three minutes of cockwarming and him softening up, still semi-hard he removed himself and helped me sit by the near seat. The soaked panty that was held in front of me and Toji, he smirked and assisted me in slipping it back on. “Don’t want that precious cum leaking out now, do we?” He spoke smugly, his vibrant green eyes were clouded with various emotions and one being is lust mixed with affection. It was slightly shroud with his jagged hair that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat. He tucked himself in and got up disposing the waste in the spare bag he brought. He enclosed the vibrator and slipped it back on his pocket. The movie ended alongside, and the lights returned, brightening up the place. As he stood up, totally towering me he leaned down and stole a wet kiss from me, his gorgeous veiny hard hands swiped away presumably the smudged lipstick from my cheeks and chin.

“Get your ass up, I’m not done with you yet.”

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#daddy toji #fushiguro toji #toji scenarios #toji x reader #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #smut #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #dilf toji #oneshot

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ifyoucandaniel · 1 year

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all the young dudes book 1 details <3✨

typeset by me, but when i went to print it got all messed up and now the dropcaps are massive for some reason but nothing i can do about it lol. i wasn’t really sure if there was anything new i could bring to the table with these since it’s been done so many times before, but hopefully this did it justice. i wasn’t able to cut the edges like i had wanted because the margins were too close due to the typeset error, but it’s fine. the endbands are hand sewn as well! the gorgeous endpapers are by guine_evere on instagram!!

(also i included one of my favorite scenes from the first book when remus writes sirius back his first summer and says “dere sirius pls don’t send anymore letters can’t read them and matron is getting annoyed by the owls” it’s so fucking cute

#fic: all the young dudes #fanfiction bookbinding #bookbinding #book binding #wolfstar #marauders #atyd book bind #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew

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pls tell me all about devi before the events of ilitw!! what kind of activities did he do? who were some of his friends? did he still talk to any of the people from his childhood friend group? if so, who? etc. etc. anything else you want to share!!

ok this is gonna kinda jump around a bit bc thats how my thoughts are rn :3 i love this ask though thank u for letting me talk about my special guy

so after Jane's death, he did try his best to hang onto the friend group for a while (especially Noah) but due to not having a very good therapist, his kid logic made him think "thinking about Jane makes me sad, and not thinking about her i can be happy, but i'd rather think about her and be sad forever than evetually move on and forget" so he kinda shut himself off from everyone so he could hold his memory of her forever

his parents tried their best to help him but the therapists they took him too didnt believe him when he told them about Mr Red (or when they did believe him, they only believed him if they were reading lines that weren't there and assuming that Mr Red was a real living guy in the woods and jumping to conclusions about it) so maybe like a month or two after Jane died he just... stopped talking, bc what was the point of speaking if no one was going to listen? and then he stopped talking to anyone ever until half way through his freshman year of highschool when he told Cody to "gargle my cock and balls"

because of Devi being mute for all that time, he didn't really have any friends (which he was fine with for reasons stated earlier) & a lot of people found him kinda weird and offputting for the most part, especially when he got really into expressing himself through art, specifically photography. a lot of "ew that weird quiet kid is taking pictures of things again what a creep" but for the most part he just shrugged it off

Cody used to think he was kinda cool bc he was quiet and goth and in 6th grade asked him to the fall formal but Devi turned him down and that's when he started bullying him. he tried to turn it into a "HAH WELL OBVIOUSLY NO ONE WOULD WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU YOU CREEP WEIRDO YOURE STUPID TO THINKING I WANTED TO GO WITH YOU" which somehow worked on everyone around them despite the fact Devi turned him down

after he started talking again, he joined the yearbook club & got really good at the composition of pictures of people & formatting them on the pages, but bc he was still a bit of a loner at this point no one else in the club realized just how much he did? especially after the older kids in the club graduated, bc they were the ones encouraging him and teaching him how to do the formatting and stuff. ive actually been rotating a fic in my head where post ilitw Lucas goes to the yearbook club to see how theyre doing bc its almost time to get em printed and its like. not even half done and also theres a memorial page for Cody but not for Devi????

in Sophmore year he took a Japanese class for an easy foreign language credit, which Tom was also in for the same reasons and they became friends :3 not as close as Tom and Andy at this point, but they'd hang out at lunch when Andy was busy and sometimes go to eachother's houses after school. but after that year the teacher for the class made sure to put them in different periods bc they would kinda. make fun of him a little bit in japanese bc he was a white guy who thought he was way better at the language than he actually was and that made him big mad

of the original group, he was probably closest with Lily when he started talking again. and then not as close w Ava and Andy but he talked w them fairly often. Lucas, Stacy, and Dan he really only saw when he was doing yearbook stuff, w that conversation he had w Dan junior year being the longest conversation he'd had w any of those three in a while (all three 100% knew he was the backbone of yearbook btw. & when people were being like "ew that weirdo goth kid w the camera is here again" they were the ones to be like "ITS FOR YEARBOOK, ASSHOLES.")

he and Noah avoided each other as much as possible. sitting next to Noah during that assembly the first day of senior year was the first time in years that one of them didn't immedeatly turn around and walk out of the room upon seeing the other in it (they lowkey had each other's scheduals memorized to better avoid each other) (for the most part Any picture of Noah that might show up in the yearbooks were not taken by Devi) (although. ngl. Devi did take a few candid photos of Noah occasionally. which he promptly would delete bc he felt bad about it. a little bc he and Noah hadnt talked in forever but mostly bc he felt like "creep weirdo with a camera" was an accurate description of him when he did that)

#it lives in the woods #ilitw mc

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