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nsharks · 1 year

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Hi! I love love LOVE the way you write Ghost and his relationship w/ the reader!! Ignore me if requests are closed, but how did he react when the reader discovered she was pregnant???

"surprising ghost with a pregnancy" words: 1.8k tags: pregnant reader, fem!reader, slight angst?, fluff

“Hope ya don’t miss me during breaks, Lt.”

Soap watches the man he admires, in his infamous ruthlessness and all, stare with a straight gaze at the base’s entrance.

“Only when I drink too much,” Ghost says.

His mask is good for anonymity, yes. But it also does well in moments like these: the Scot beside him has no idea of the pulsing artery in his neck, the eagerness in each flicker of his gaze. He’s looking for you. Looking beyond the gates where you should be hidden somewhere.

Soap has no idea.

“What do you do in your free time, mate?” Soap wonders aloud, shifting the bag over his shoulder. Then, in a cheeky murmur, “Didn’t hear this from me, but I’ve heard whispers ‘bout some criminal activity.”

“Criminal activity?” Ghost repeats dully.

They’re getting closer.

He looks towards the spot you normally wait for him in: is that—?

He can see you.

The tension in his limbs fades to adoration. In the shadows, perfectly hidden but readily visible to his knowing eyes, is his girlfriend. Wearing one of the black hoodies he’d left behind. So big on you. He nearly groans at the sight.

Girlfriend is a weak title.

He hates it. It doesn’t encompass the truth of you: it’s such a simple word, too simple to capture how complicated of an effect you’d had on his life for nearly five years. To say Ghost loves his girlfriend would be to say he has a reason to live. It would be to say that you’ve got this behemoth of a man wrapped so tightly around your finger that his lungs just don’t work the same until he’s holding you.

(Perhaps that’s the reason for the little black box in his bag.)

He turns to the Sergeant and gives a half-hearted clap to his shoulder. “I save the criminal activity for weekends, Johnny.”

And with that, he leaves him (never was one for heartfelt goodbyes).

But he is now one for heartfelt reunions, he figures, because he’s ghosting his way towards you like some wild creature. Preying. Slipping under any eyes. His skeletal hands beyond desperate.

If Soap were to look carefully outside, under the shadow of the building, he’d see how the Lieutenant actually spends his free time.

He’d see his broad form envelop you.

He’d see him eagerly inch up his mask to reveal a pink mouth that doesn’t waste any time before sealing over yours.

And maybe, if he really looked, Soap might’ve been able to see how you cling to Ghost’s chest and tremble.

(But Soap doesn’t see any of this. Not today.)

Not even Ghost, whose got you in his arms, sees the shaking at first. His mind is a bit frenzied with the sensory overload of your smell, your soft hair, your breasts against his chest.

He only ends the kiss so he can get a good look at your face.

“Three months,” he grumbles, lips wet as he ushers the mask back over them. “Felt like a fuckin’ lifetime.”

“I know,” you whisper, but you fail to meet his eyes. “I was worried about you.”

The faintest contour of a smirk beneath his mask.

“Worried, were you?” He rubs your knuckles. “Lovely girl. Don’ worry about me. I’m a bit tough to kill.”

“Don’t,” your eyebrows pinch together. “Please… don’t even mention that.”

He rests his masked chin on top the crown of your head. His arms are so strong and warm and you breathe it all in. His hands stroke your hair with the gentlest of caresses as if, even after five years, he thinks you might be a fragile dream.

“I was so worried,” you say again. A whisper that he barely hears. “I—“

It’s now that he notices something. The rush of adrenaline has soothed over and now, taking your hands in his, Ghost notices the little tremors, swallows them up in the gulf of his large palms.

“Jesus, love,” he frowns. “You’re trembling.”

“There’s… something—“

Ashen eyelashes flutter against smudges of black paint. His shoulders tense as he pulls his chin away from your scented hair. Shifting his weight from boot to boot, Ghost further tucks you behind the colossal mass of him so even now, if someone were to look, all they’d see was his back.

His brows furrow behind a hard-shell skull. “What something?”

You’ve practiced these word so many times but now—

“What?” your boyfriend repeats, low and gruff. His relief is quickly turning into something dark. “Fuck, tell me. Did somethin’ happen?”

“Well, yes—“

“Christ,” he chokes. He doesn’t want to assume the worst, but it’s a gnawing fear. Always. “Someone else?”

“No, Simon.” You’re shaking your head. “It’s not that—“

“What is it then? What’s got you like this?”

“Just—“ and you swallow your fear, “Give me your hand, baby.”

“My hand,” he repeats numbly and offers you one. You take his hand and tug at the glove. There’s little give, so he swears under his breath and helps you pry the fabric off to reveal warm, calloused skin.

Here, tucked away outside a military base, you guide his bare hand under the hoodie you’ve got on. Hold his fingers and spread them apart so he can cup the small growth of your stomach.

Because the reason for your trembling lies here.

Small, growing. Supple skin stretching over a little piece of him and you.

It takes him a moment to process the news under his hand.

He smooths his hand over you. Even after three months, he knows every inch.

This—

This feels different.

You watch a kaleidoscope of realizations, feelings, and perturbation play in his eyes.

You’ve had to keep this secret to yourself for weeks now because it wasn’t something you could just share over the phone. It was too heavy. Too intimate.

Surely, it’ll distract him from his job.

That’s what you figured. But now—

—seeing his eyes cloud frantically, you wonder if showing up 16 weeks pregnant was the best move.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost murmurs. Keeps moving his hand over your little belly as if he’s not quite sure it’s real.

So you lift up the hoodie even more, just here for the two of you to see, and reveal the entirety of your secret for him to peer down at.

And now that he sees it, the unmistakeable bulge, the reality truly sinks in.

He’s silent at first. You kind of expected him to be: your boyfriend is a man of few words. But it doesn’t make the drawn-out moment of uncertainty any less excruciating. You study his eyes with a bated breath.

Children. It’s not something you talked about too much. He’d said in the very beginning that it was completely off the table because “I’d make an awful father”.

But that was years ago and Simon had molded into someone softer, someone less afraid. Someone who, with the help of your love and light, had ripped through the tangled ropes of distrust and guilt that he’d been caught in.

“Say something,” you finally whisper. “Please, Simon. I know- I know this is surprising.”

But all he utters is, “How?”

“The pill isn’t perfect,” you explain sheepishly. “That’s what the doctor told me—“

“…Doctor?”

“Well, I’ve been to the doctor a few times already.”

Lowly, “You… a few times?”

“To make sure everything was alright, baby,” you whisper carefully. “But I— I didn’t ask for the sex yet. I wanted to… I thought you’d want to be with me for that.”

Ghost is controlled. He’s precise and tactical and rarely caught off-guard. But this, the swell that lays under his hand which he hasn’t been able to look away from, has managed to thrust him into feelings he rarely experiences. He feels confused. Shaken to the core. He’s spent most of his adult life determined to stay alone, protect anyone from ever getting caught in the hallow storm of tragedy that is his life.

But you—

You infiltrated his life with promises of bright colors and warm touches and suddenly, somehow, Ghost began to enjoy coming home. He ached for it. He wanted to keep you close and safely tucked away so that little light of yours would never fade from his life.

And now you’ve given him another promise, one that rests in his palm. Death— he understands that too well, perhaps. But this little promise of life is so new and confusing and in mere seconds, it has torn the past from the future. Ghost could never be the same shell of a person he once was because now he’s been filled to the brim. Could he even be trusted with all of this? He’d always felt like there was a carved void where his boyhood had been taken from him, ripped away by terror. How could he be a father with such hole in his chest?

What could he give?

You’re crying. He’s been thrown into such a daze that he failed to notice the onslaught of tears and quiet sniffling coming from his girl.

“Hey,” he’s grounded in the present now, swallowing down the shards of his hesitation and wrapping his arms around you. He could give this. “Hey now. I’m here… I’m here.”

“You’re here?” you ask him, weeping.

“Yes, sweetheart. Christ, m’here. Always.”

In perhaps his first act of fatherhood, Ghost holds you close and murmurs promises of love and safety into your hair. You’d been so scared to tell him. He wouldn’t leave you, no, he could never. If there was ever an ounce of worry that he might—

It’s now smothered by his presence, his warmth, his strength.

“You’re making me a father,” Ghost whispers after the two of you just stand there for sometime. His voice: terrified and in awe all at once. “Don’t know if I’ll be a good one.”

“Simon-“

“But-“ And he gives the entirety of you a squeeze. He’s not going anywhere. “But I won’t be like my old man. Fuck, I swear it to you.”

“I know you won’t, Simon.”

Ghost decides to push his inhibitions to the back of his mind. He can be strong, he can be what you need. He will prove this to you over and over.

“And here I thought you jus’ liked wearing my clothes,” Ghost mumbles, a bit numb and a bit elated.

He reaches for your stomach again and rubs the bump over the fabric of his hoodie. (Perhaps, here lies another reason to live.)

Your crying has ceased. Twisting his uniform in your hands, you murmur with a weak laugh, “Might be the only thing that fits me soon.”

“Bloody hell.” And Ghost sighs. Holding the two of you now, he already feels like all the synapses in his brain have been rewired. Lighted up with a primal urge to protect, he doesn’t think about all the worries for right now. No— just thinks about how he’s going to smother your stomach with kisses once you’re home.

“I’ve got plenty more of those for you to wear.”

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nrnyx · 7 months

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Prompt: Can’t go wrong with a body swap scenario

Thank you @imtryingandtired for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

“Scott, we have a problem!”

Scott's eyebrows did a thing that would have made Derek proud. “What? A bigger problem than the fact your body swapped with Derek.”

“I gotta pee,” Stiles rushed to say as he hopped from foot to foot.

Scott's puppy face scrunched up with a mix of confusion and concern. “Why is that a problem? Does Derek have like a… medical condition? Does it burn or -”

“What, no! No!” Stiles cut in with a furious wave of his surprisingly soft but equally masculine hands. He lowered Derek’s voice even more so those in the next room wouldn’t hear him. “I just - what do I do, man? I have to, like, take it out and…”

“You mean you haven’t yet?” Scott asked in genuine surprise.

“Of course, I haven’t, dumbass! What do you take me for? I would never take advantage of anyone's so very hot, like insanely hot and tempting body - temporarily mine or not.”

Scott threw up his hands in surrender. “Sorry! I’m sorry, I just - you haven't even looked?”

“No!” Stiles exclaimed, stomping Derek’s foot. “Help me!”

Scott looked around as if an answer was hiding somewhere. “I - I don’t know man, maybe asked Derek?”

“Ask Derek what?” Came Stiles's voice even though it wasn’t Stiles speaking. “What have you been doing to my body, Stiles?” It was amazing how Derek managed to make Stiles's eyebrows move in ways Stiles had never managed himself. He didn’t know his face could scowl like that. He didn’t know he had the muscles for it.

Stiles, who was in Derek’s amazing body right now, closed his gorgeous eyes in defeat. Derek seriously had the longest eyelashes. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Scott began to chuckle uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck helplessly and waved a hand at Stiles. “That’s the problem he won’t do anything to it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Derek asked, crossing Stiles’s arms over his chest. It was so weird seeing Derek’s expressions on Stiles's face, although the stance was missing its usual impact due to the severe lack of big, beefy muscles to back it up.

Stiles pinched the bridge of - Derek’s perfectly symmetrical nose and decided just to bite the bullet or risk worse embarrassment if he didn’t figure out his dilemma soon. “I have to pee.”

Derek’s - Stiles's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline. “So go pee.”

Stiles felt Derek’s all too tempting mouth fall open with his own shock. “I - I mean… it doesn’t bother you?”

Stiles watched his own slender shoulders shrug, although Derek couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m more worried about the state of my bladder, to be honest. How long have you been holding it?”

Stiles felt Derek’s cute ears go red in embarrassment, and wasn’t that a weird feeling? Now, not only did he know what Derek looked like when he blushed, but he knew how it felt as his adorable ears grew warm. “A while, I guess. I was trying to respect boundaries. I mean… I wasn’t sure - have you?”

Stiles now knew what he looked like when he blushed. Was it always so obvious?

“Oh,” Stiles said, feeling himself turn even redder, and he wondered if it was as visible on Derek’s darker skin as it was on his own pale skin. So Derek had touched his… Stiles couldn’t think about that right now, but it figured the first time another hand, even though it was technically his very familiar hand, had been on his dick, he wouldn’t be there to experience it.

This was such a weird situation.

It wasn’t like Stiles had anything to be embarrassed about. He was rather… endowed. It was sort of a thing he was known for, a rumor that followed him around school, even though he was still a virgin, so no one but the guys in the locker room could confirm it.

Derek cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize it would be an issue. I’m sorry if I overstepped -“

“No! No!” Stiles protested before Derek could feel bad about it. If a guy had to pee, he had to pee. “I don’t have a problem with it. You’ve got full permission to do whatever you want with my body,” Stiles joked, trying to break the weird tension. He knew how much consent meant to Derek, which was why he’d been so hesitant in the first place. “I just thought that you might have an issue with me, uh… handling it.”

Derek just looked at him. “If you need permission, then this is me saying you can pee.”

Stiles breathed a sigh as Derek’s big, broad, amazing shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh, thank god, do you maybe want to come help?”

“Are you asking me to hold it for you? With your hands?” Derek deadpanned, and did Stiles really look that bitchy when he was being sarcastic? He could see why people always felt the urge to hit him.

“I - I Just mean, do you?”

Derek looked at him with exasperation. “Stiles, go pee!”

Stiles jumped into action. “Yeah, okay, do you like… want to come with -”

“Stiles!”

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 17

John Gillman/Homelander + cock warming

Hes so cute in this gif, like omg...

Readers a silverfox, aka an older hot man, cuz you can’t tell me Homelander wouldn’t climb older men who gave him positive attention.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

The noise of typing on a keyboard could be heard throughout your office as you worked, the sleeves of your button-up rolled up to your elbows, your greying hair ruffled from its usually gelled hairstyle. You had been working nonstop for days at this point, only taking breaks for short naps or to refill your coffee cup when Ashley or other assistants weren’t around to do it for you.

You had worked for Vought for a long time, as long as Stan Edgar, though you hadn’t felt the need to be the CEO as you weren’t cruel enough for that role. So, you easily gave it up for Stan and took a lower, but still very high rank in the company. Your role involved many things, but one of them happened to be dealing with Homelander, or John as you called him behind doors, as he had always been drawn to you from day one.

You had met him for the first time when he started as Homelander, as you weren’t too involved with the whole creation of supes, as you liked having plausible deniability. Of course, you knew it happened and how it worked, you weren’t on even foot with Stan Edgar for so long and not know, but really, he seemed to gain more joy from it than you, so you let him keep it.

But back to the present, you leaned back into your seat with a sigh, running a hand over your face and massaging at the ugly wrinkle that always appeared on your face as you worked. A small moan could be heard between your legs as you changed your position, the person between them shuffling forwards to take you fully between his lips once again.

Looking down, your eyes met the sight of your sweet boy, Homelander, his eyelashes resting beautifully against his cheekbones as he held you between his lips. As you ran your hand through his tussled hair, he seemed to sigh and become even more relaxed, his tongue limp against the bottom side of your soft length.

He was so well behaved, always aching for your attention and praise. When Homelander first started out he had been softer and more anxious, but as time passed he had become quite egotistical and bratty, but you were always able to keep him on a tight leash when it was just the two of you, as he seemed to ache so deeply for your attention.

His eyes fluttered open as you brushed your thumb over his cheek, his pupils blown so wide they almost swallowed up the blue in his eyes. He looked almost drunk as he let his head fall to rest against your thigh, his mouth still securely wrapped around you. As if testing his luck, John gave a soft almost hesitant suck as he looked up at you, his glazed expression sharpening enough to see if you had any negative reaction to his behaviour.

Normally you’d have scolded him for acting against your orders, as you had told him to just warm you as you worked, but you were technically taking a break from your reports, and he had behaved so well. “It’s okay baby” you mumbled, caressing the side of his head before you ran it through his hair in an almost affectionate move.

You could visibly see him shudder as you finally allowed him to move, his head slowly bopping up and down as John finally allowed himself to start to suck and swallow around you, rubbing his tongue against the underside of your cock as he pulled his head up, swirling it around the tip, before swallowing it all the way down again.

“Such a good boy” you praise in your tired voice, watching as he seemed to twitch and shiver at your praise and affection, your touch only seeming to fuel him further as he moved his head faster, his hands coming up to grip your thighs to give him more leverage to swallow you down to the root. His throat fluttered around you, and you could see tears well up in his eyes as he gave a soft gag, though it didn’t seem to be slowing him down.

Even as the most powerful member of the Seven, John still found his gag reflex acting up every now and then as he sloppily moved through the motions, tiny huffs and whines leaving him like a pup begging for love and attention.

You felt your head drop back against the seat as you could feel your limit approaching, you weren’t as young as you used to be, and you knew it would be your only orgasm of the night. Years ago, you might have been able to get hard multiple times during one night, but age seemed to do that to a person, not that John seemed to mind at all, in reality he only seemed to become more drawn to you the older you got. When you had started commenting about colouring your hair because of the grey appearing in it, he had almost burst into tears, so you kept it.

John let out a louder sloppier moan as you spilled against the back of his throat and against his hungry tongue, letting him savour the taste for as long as he wanted. After a while you had to softly push his head back though, patting his shoulder to get him up and into your lap, as your back had started complaining about lifting him and carrying him around the past few years.

John let out a satisfied sigh as he cuddled against you, pressing his face into your neck and nuzzling against you like an affectionate cat, almost purring as you rubbed his back and muttered half formed words of praise and affection. You would let him float in your arms for a while you decided as you rolled your chair back towards your desk, at least until your legs lost circulation from his weight on top of you. In the meantime you could start working on tomorrows paperwork.

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lightvixxen · 2 years

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Innocent act

Older!neighbor!Eddie x innocent !whore! F!reader

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY!! Read pt2 here , read pt 3!

Warnings: age gap Eddie is 30 reader is 18+, vouyerism? Eddie watched reader get off while she doesn’t know it, choking, degrading (whore/slut), pet names (baby, sweetheart, doll, pretty girl), small spanking, a dom!Eddie, sub!reader, Eddie has a sir kink bc i can, eddie also has a corruption kink unprotected PIV sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YA FUCKING TAP IT) creampies, Mechanic! And perv!Eddie sprinkled in. Lmk if I missed anything!!

I love Reblogs and likes absolutely make my day!! I do not consent to having my work being posted on a third part website

Kinda hate the way this turned out also excuse bad grammar tis was rushed

Word count: 3k, i got a bit carried away

Summary: after your car breaks down, Eddie offers to fix it, finding the perfect evidence to destroy that little good girl act you have going.

Tags: @thefreakofhawkins86, @and-claudia

It was a hot summer day in Hawkins, and your car had decided that that was the perfect time to break down. You huffed at your car as you closed the hood to your engine. Having no clue why you even bothered to look at it in the first place, you didn't know the first thing about cars! Sighing you leaned against your car's door, mentally preparing yourself to call a tow truck and then your father to pay for it. Looking slightly to the right, away from your house, you groaned at the missing van in the driveway.

If Eddie were here you could just ask him! But of course, he just had to be away when your car decided to give out on you.

You pushed yourself off of the car and opened the driver's side, planning to retrieve the pack of cigarettes you stole off of your father from the glove box. Hidden away so you wouldn't blow your cover of the resident “good girl”.

Maybe the universe had decided to be kind to you today, or just wanted to see you suffer as the familiar sound of loud music got closer. Soon enough a familiar van pulled into the neighboring driveway. You groaned internally and prayed to a higher power you had enough strength to act all innocent around a man who was pure fucking sin.

Eddie Munson hopped out of his van, chains and rings visible in the sunlight,

Hair pulled back, black jeans, and a simple band-tee is what he had decided on for the hot day. You looked over your shoulder briefly and then immediately let your head hang, cursing him for looking hot when you needed to concentrate. You climbed back out of your car seat and called over to him.

“Hey, Mr.Munson!”Eddie looked over at you from his doorway and smiled.

“Well if it isn't my favorite neighbor! What's going on sweetheart? Why ya out here in the heat?” He called back, beginning to make his way over to you.

“Oh, my car decided to break down today.” You chuckled as if it was no big deal, which it was.

“Want me to take a look at it? Save you some trouble?” The metalhead crossed over into your driveway in no time. You nodded, getting your car looked at, AND being able to see Eddie concentrated. Fuck yeah!

Eddie lifted your hood up and immediately cringed. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Eddie's cringing was not a good sign.

“Is it bad?” you asked him, a little anxiously.

“Yeah, I'll have to take it down to my shop.”

A small sound of disappointment escaped your throat, knowing you couldn't just seamlessly watch him work from the window of your front room.

“How much will it cost?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, playing with the hem of your skirt lightly. You and your dad really couldn't afford anything past 1k. He patted your head lightly.

“Don’t worry your pretty little innocent head about that doll.” right you had to be innocent around him. luckily he’s missed the way your thighs clenched together every time he calls you ‘doll’ or ‘sweetheart’.

“You can pay me with a plate of the amazing cookies you made the other week.”

You smiled, grateful to be free of expenses. “Thank you, Eddie!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!” you hugged him tightly. Eddie chuckled and hugged you back, hands resting on your waist for a brief second.

“Anything for my favorite neighbor,” he lent down slightly and whispered darkly into your ear, “and the sweetest girl in town.” you felt arousal pool in between your legs, and your knees went weak. Surprised by his tone.

Eddie laughed to himself, releasing you and walking inside his house, “so easy” he thought to himself.

It's been a week since Eddie to your car to his shop. Which normally wouldn't be an issue except, you weren't able to grab your cigarettes from the glove box. And you couldn't just go down to his shop and grab them, you had a reputation to uphold! So that meant a week without nicotine, though you found other methods to get your high.

The past week had you turning to weed to get that pleasant feeling of not needing to think. Along with humping one of the poor teddy bears you owned until you came. Specifically, the one Eddie had gotten you for your 18th birthday.

His words played on repeat “sweetest girl in town” the way his breath felt against your skin, the way he gripped your hips when he said it, and god the way said it.

As you ground your hips into the soft fabric of the stuffed animal you imagined him saying those words under very different circumstances.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you moaned grabbing a fist full of his hair, tugging on it slightly. Eddie groaned against you, slick coating his chin as he attacked your clit, pulling back slightly with a “fuck, sweetest girl in town” before diving back in.

You felt your climax slowly rising through your fantasy, you ground against the stuffed bear particularly hard thinking about Eddie fingering you until you came.

You adored Eddie's fingers, rough and calloused from years of playing the guitar.

The image of the time you saw him playing the guitar shirtless came to mind, his forearms flexing as he played the chords. That image combined with the way he stuck his tongue out while concentrating sent you over the edge.

You came loudly, you might as well have been in a porno at that point. A chorus of Eddies and fucks fell from your mouth.

“Oh fuck, Eddie! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moaned, working yourself through your orgasm. It ended all too fast. You pulled your panties and pajama pants back on, got back into bed, put the very used teddy bear to the side to be used again later, and fell asleep.

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You Hadn't realized that you had left your bedroom window open, letting Eddie hear everything you were doing. Maybe you had done it on purpose just to torture the poor man. His hand worked quickly over his cock “Fuuuck sweetheart, such sweet moans...” He barely had time to work himself up before pulling his cock out once he heard you. He could already feel his orgasm building, rapidly approaching the edge.

What sent him over the edge is when you came, moaning out his name. God, you were so cute...acting all innocent around him, like you didn't go up to your room and hump the toy he had gotten you. Eddie always wondered what you thought about him doing to you, what made you cum so loudly.

He groaned your name when he came, white ropes of cum shooting onto the wall in front of him.

“Such a fucking whore...” he watched as the light in your room flicked off.

Finally 2 weeks after Eddie had taken your car he finally! Gave it back to you. But of course, payment, before he handed you the keys.

“Sweetheart, I'm gonna need those cookies, before you get your precious car back.” He held your keys over his head, before pocketing them.

“I've had them done for the past week-” you started, before the bastard cut you off

“Oh no, I need fresh cookies as payment, I thought that was obvious.” he grinned “My door’ll be open, just come on in when you're done.”

With that he walked away, your keys still in his back pocket.

—-

A few hours later you were finally done with the new batch of cookies. Eddie was so picky about his cookies, But he did spend the week fixing your car so he did deserve a fresh batch.

You quickly transferred them onto a plate and covered the plate with ceramic wrap. Before you left the house you made sure what you were wearing was perfect, you had decided on a baby pink tank top and a white skirt, with a small pink choker and simple sneakers. You then made your way next door.

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Like Eddie had said, the door was open.

“Mr.Munson?” you called into the house, you felt a little weird just waltzing into his house, even if you had known him for years.

Eddie appeared in the doorway, sweating slightly, hair a mess. Also very shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

You look down to see a very prominent bulge, then immediately advert your gaze onto the ink that covers his chest.

“Sweetheart, you know you don't need to call me Mr.Munson right? I've known you for years.” he moves out of the way, motioning for you to come inside.

“I know, but old habits die hard!” you pout looking at him, before walking inside, making your way to his kitchen to set the plate down. Before hopping up onto the counter and crossing your legs at the ankle, this was normal, for a bit you were over here most of the time after your father had to pick up long hours.

Eddie walked in after you, leaning against the counter beside you.

“Oh, sweetheart, believe me, I know.” He smiled before undoing the ceramic wrap on the plate and picking up a cookie.

“I also know smoking is bad for pretty girls such as yourself.” His eyes shifted, to you, something dark brewing in them, and you stuttered. How could he have known about that?!

“I-I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Munson” you decided to play dumb, playing dumb always worked out for you before!

“Oh? You don't?” Eddie pulled a pack of cigarettes- your cigarettes, out of his pocket, chuckling darkly as your eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Lying sweetheart? And to me of all people? I’m hurt!” He pushed off the counter, moving to stand in front of you instead. You shook your head, looking down

“I don't smoke! You know I don't...” you couldn't meet his stare, no matter how hard you tried to. Eddie scoffed lightly

“You're just digging a deeper grave for yourself, sweetheart. I found these in your glove box.” he leaned in ever so slightly “And I know damn well nobody else drives that car”

You shook your head again, deciding to keep playing dumb. Trying to claw your way out of this.

“You know I think smoking is gross! I would never touch a cigarette.” you lifted your gaze slightly, staring past him.

“You know,” Eddie grabbed your face with the hand that wasn’t holding the pack of cigarettes, forcing you to look him in the eye. “I'd believe you saying that if you could even look me in the eye right now.”

You knew you had been caught red-handed, Eddie caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. Lying was pointless. The man had known you for four years, and he could tell when you lied.

“So, I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth. Are these yours?” you broke, even now you couldn't hold eye contact.

You nodded “yeah...they’re mine” a defeated sigh left you, knowing that your little innocent act has been discovered, Eddie sighed, nudging your legs open with his knees so he could slot himself between them.

“I really should tell your parents about you smokin’, you really shouldn't be doing it...” panic washes through you, did he already tell them? Was all this just an act to get you to plead guilty?

“But sweetheart, I knew you weren't all that innocent.” Eddie released your jaw, and you blinked up at him slowly. Huh? Confusion replaces panic.

“So you haven't told my parents? And that wasn't just an elaborate setup for me to admit to it?” you watch as he moves over to the fridge and places the cookies in it.

“I’m not that mean, besides I started smoking around your age” Eddie took his place in between your legs again.

“Another question doll.” you hum in response, absent-mindedly playing with the chain around his neck.

“Do you intentionally leave your window open for me when you hump that teddy or, are you just that dumb?”

your hand stops moving when the last word falls from his mouth, you had left it open? Sure you had purposefully left it open once, the off chance he'd hear you moaning his name. But you didn’t close it?

“...I left it open?” Eddie fucking laughs, “oh pretty girl, you never thought to check? Surprised the whole neighborhood never heard you!”

Both arousal and embarrassment fill you, sure you wanted him to hear, but you didn't think you were that loud!

“Gotta say though, I loved the little show you put on the past week...loved hearing my name from your lips as you came.”

“OHMYGOD” you hide your face in your hands, typically not one to get embarrassed, you had slept half the school's basketball team! The embarrassment that filled you was surprising.

“Aww, she's embarrassed!” he mocked, moving your hands away from your face.

“What do you think about when you fuck yourself dumb?” “huh?” “you know exactly what I'm talking about, use that brain of yours.” He told you, leaning to suck on your neck, leaving feather-light kisses there.

He was asking you to think? When he was in between your legs kissing your neck, asking what you thought about when you got off?? How could you possibly think right now?! Despite your thoughts going a hundred miles per hour, you managed a small,

“You, I think about you.”

Eddie tsked.

“Gotta be more specific, pretty girl, what do you fantasize me doing to you?”

You felt like your face was on fire, your head dropped, not able to fully look him in the eye.

“I think about your hands…and how they would feel inside of me” Eddie’s mouth quirked up into a shit-eating grin. He knew damn well that wasn’t the only thing

“You just think about me fingering you? C’mon doll, you don’t think I buy that do you”His kisses stopped, a hand replacing his lips, . “What makes you come so hard all by yourself?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, having Eddie so close to you was nothing new, but this, this was extremely new territory. You felt like a helpless bunny, being hunted down by the mean wolf.

Eddie's other hand was on your thigh, rubbing up and down, each time going a little higher. Just a little more and he would feel the small damp spot already forming in your panties.

“I uh- I thought about...you eating me out and fingering me.” you shyly admit, “when you said I was the sweetest girl, I imagined you saying it in between my legs.”

Eddies fingers had made their way to your panties, a small gasp escaping you as he put pressure on your clit.

“Good girl...letting me know what I need to make into reality,” he mumbled. He leaned in fully, capturing your lips in a rough kiss. Eddie nipped at your bottom lip, asking for permission. You gave it to him, opening your mouth enough for his tongue to slip in. His hand moved your panties to the side, groaning at how wet you were. You moaned into the kiss, hands finding their way to his shoulders, you needed to hold onto something.

“Your soaking sweetheart! I haven't even touched you yet!” Eddie laughed, “do I affect you that much?” you nodded.

“Fuck- yes, just the thought of you makes me wet.”

Eddie gave you a wicked smirk, plunging a finger into your pussy, you moaned at this, his finger was probably longer and thicker than most of the guys you had been with in the past. And so much better than your own. He slowly started fucking his finger into you, wanting to take his time. You had other plans, you bucked your hips ever so slightly, trying to get more friction. Eddies hand tightened around your throat.

“Don't be greedy baby, you'll get what you want. Just let me play with you for a bit, yeah?”

You whined at his words, you didn't want him to go slow. You wanted him to be fast, rough, wanted him to fucking use you. thoughts of what he was going to do to you raced in your head.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess your not a virgin?” Eddie added a second finger, causing you to whine again, his fingers were better than anything you had experienced from the boys in your school. It made you wonder what his tongue felt like, what his cock felt like.

“Yeah- m’ not a virgin- fuck Eddie, lost it a while ago.” you had to resist the urge to move your hips against his fingers, it was too little and too much. The edge was approaching rapidly, you had never been this pent up before. You don't even think you had gotten close this quickly before.

“Good, good, I don't have to hold back.” he chuckled darkly, he wasn't letting you go until the damn sun came up. You clenched around his fingers at the sound, God you loved whenever he was even slightly dominant. Him ordering you around was a common occurrence in your fantasies.

“Fuck Eddie! I'm close, I'm so fucking close!” you moaned out, tumbling towards the edge- just a little more and you'd cum. At the very last second, before you toppled over the edge, Eddie ripped his fingers from you. You whined, “fuck- Eddie, please!”

“Don't worry sweetheart, you'll get to come, we have all night after all.” He lifted his fingers to his mouth. Sucking off your wetness from them, he moaned around his fingers, looking at you, His eyes held nothing but lust and hunger. You watched in embarrassment as he practically fell to his knees. With a mumbled,

“I think I just found a new drug…” Eddie rolled your skirt up and pulled your panties down your legs, shoving them into his pocket. He wasted no time latching onto your clit, a high-pitched seal left your mouth. A hand quickly grabbed a fist full of hair.

“Oh fuck! Mmm, holy shit, Sir!” you didn't even register what you had said, too caught up in the pleasure Eddie was giving you. He pulled back ever so slightly, being met with you asking why he stopped and desperately trying to shove his face into your pussy.

Eddie had to laugh, poor thing, so worked up on just his tongue you hadn't registered you called him something other than Eddie or Mr. Munson. Which of course, just made him painfully hard. He was already struggling to take his time. Wondered what you'd feel like around his cock as he fucked you, fast and rough.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what you just said, do you?” he smiled at your head shake, too lost in the pleasure. “You called me sir, sweetheart” and with that, he was delving back into eating you out. He licked a long stripe from your vagina to your clit. With a ‘you taste so fucking, good sweetheart.’

You were loud, grinding against his face, chasing your high. Shame be damned, this was the best head you'd received ever.

“God- fuck sir, S’fucking good!” You were getting

Close again, Eddie could tell based on the pitch of your moans. He stuck his tongue into you, lapping at the wetness that had formed. Reveling in the way you clenched around his tongue. Eddie’s patience snapped, he needed to fuck you, and he needed to fuck you now.

“Fuck- sweetheart c’mere” He hoisted you off the counter, spinning you around so you were bent over it. Holding your skirt in place, he pulled down his sweats and boxers in one swift movement. Letting his cock free, he groaned as cold hair hit his red tip, Eddie gave himself a few quick strokes before lining himself up. Of course, forgetting a crucial thing, he couldn’t exactly get an eighteen-year-old girl pregnant when he was thirty!

“Wait fuck- let me go grab a condom.” he released your hips, he didn't get far before you spoke up.

“Eddie, I'm on the pill it's fine, just fuck me already! Wan’ you to cum inside me, please!” Eddie almost growled, hands finding your hips again, he sheathed himself in you in one thrust, causing you both to cry out. You had never felt so full in your life! Eddie, who can’t believe he bottomed out with no resistance, was trying so extremely hard not to cum already, like a fucking teenager.

You rocked back onto him, a noise of disappointment when he held your hips still.

“Just- fuck give me a moment, feel so good I'm trying so hard not to cum right now.” He bent down, sucking bruises onto your neck and back. Next time he’d take his time, but having you all whiny and begging, was just too much for the man's sanity and control.

Eddie rocked into you slowly, God you were so fucking wet and tight, he threaded a hand in your hair, pulling you back against him as his speed quickened.

“Fuck- feels so good sweetheart.” Eddie panted, “such a good whore for me” he released your hair, hand coming to grip your throat.

“Letting me fuck you, wonder what daddy would say about his sweet little girl being pounded by a man half her age.”

“Eddieee, mm fuck so close!” you braced one of your hands on the counter, the other on his arm. He was even better than you had imagined, he was definitely above average, and had a nice amount of girth to him “so fucking full…” you rocked back onto him. This action is met with a harsh slap to your ass.

“Nuh-uh sweetheart, I'm in control” you whined, needing more than what he was giving you, he released your neck. pushing you against the counter in front of you, Eddie setting a punishing pace. His hand snaking to your front. His thumb rubbed circles against your clit, being built up for the third time that night. Your orgasm came suddenly and hard, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Eddie continued thrusting into you, fingers creating indents in your hips as he chased his orgasm. Your whines and pleas of him to slow down, that it was too much only spurred him on more.

“Fuck- gonna cum!” he grunted “Sir! Shit, come inside me, please!” Eddies thrusts became sloppy as white cum covered your walls.

“Fuuuuck sweetheart, so good for me.” as the two of you caught your breath, you couldn't help but giggle.

“What's so funny?” Eddie asked, kissing down the side of your neck.

“Noth'...just if all it took was you finding my cigarettes to fuck me, I would've planted them somewhere obvious ages ago!”

You whined as Eddie slowly pulled out of your aching cunt, a small string attaching you two before breaking.

“Sweetheart, I've wanted to fuck you since you turned eighteen. to see that little good girl act fall for ages now…and find the slut hiding under it,” he whispered the last part in your ear.

“Better stop talking to me like that unless you want a round two, sir” your smirk was quickly wiped off your face as Eddie picked you up.

“Say no more, doll!” He was already getting hard again.

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This was so fucking rushed omg, I'm sorry if it turned out bad!! But pt2 anyone?

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie fucks #eddie munson x plus size reader #dom eddie supremacy #eddie deserved better #eddie x reader #Older!Eddiexreader #lightvixxens eddie

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xiao-come-home · 8 months

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❝Uncurable disease... or so they say.❞

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✰ Characters: Neuvillette.

✰ Words: 1k.

✰ SFW ; gn!reader, no mentions of pronouns, but neuvillette uses female pet name towards the reader, I think.

Warnings: slight hurt, but then a lot of comfort. neuvi doesnt know how confessing works and does it his own way.

A/N: NEUVILLETTE BRAINROT NEUVILLETTE BRAINROTKORFKKTGOID GRRRRRR it was supposed to short but oh well 1k words hehe shy emoji

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“You make me ill.”

Neuvillette’s words pierce through your heart like daggers. His orchid eyes stare you down and indicate absolutely nothing; his sudden confession left you in a circle between shock and confusion.

The words spread throughout your body like poison, but in reality you’re only staring back at him. The hurt starts to become visible on your face, but your mouth seems to be unable to let out a noise; yet, the voice in your head yells and begs to know the answer as to why.

You clutch the rainbow rose he brought you close to your chest, being the first to take your eyes off him. You look at the ground, feeling the familiar clump in your throat that starts to form.

Neuvillette has been feeling sick as of late. Or at least, that’s what he thought - well, what else could explain that he feels his temperature rise, his heart beating so fast it could escape his chest, making even his voice tremble? “No, this cannot be-“ Neuvillette thought frantically, massaging his temples, “It’s time for a professional to evaluate.”

Though, as expected - the doctor was of no help. She giggled to herself, “I apologize, monsieur Neuvillette, I’m afraid I can’t help in this case. I can assure you however, you’re perfectly healthy.” The chief of justice felt the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment, but thanked the doctor and left the room.

After yet another trial where Neuvillette seemed to be somewhere else with his thoughts, Furina confronted him with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. The white haired man could only mutter a thing, that he does not feel well; at the sound of his pathetic excuse, Furina stood up from her seat furiously, throwing her hands in the air, “You aren’t sick, fool! You’re in love!”The hydro archon’s cheeks flushed a slight pink at her own statement, but she was no match for her subordinate; she pushed the sudden bashfulness away, “n-now, do something about it immediately! I will not tolerate it in the courtroom any longer!” Furina crossed her arms and sat down again, furrowing her brows and watching the empty seats below her.

Seeing you divert your eyes away, Neuvillette’s expression softened significantly, his line of sight mimicking yours and shifting to a nearby bench.

“Why?”

Neuvillette blinks quickly, his eyelashes batting at you in surprise, “Come again? What do you mean?”

“Why do you hate me?”

He could feel the boiling hot feeling spreading through his body, although not a pleasant one. His eyes widened at you and his lips parted ever so slightly - but Neuvillette could only hear his heart beating so fast, beating to the rhythm of worry and uncertainty.

Before he could react properly, he saw a small tear dripping down your cheek, onto the cold pavement.

But his body moved without thinking.

He cups your cheeks gently with his gloved hands and moves your head up, just enough so you could look at him. His thumbs wipe your tears off your face, sighing deeply and finally speaking the real deal.

“You… make my heart race. It beats ungodly fast whenever I lay my eyes on you. You��ve been occupying my thoughts for many months, and even if I try to think about anything else - I cannot bring myself to do it, because it all comes back to you. I can’t… stop thinking about you, I can’t stop myself from admiring your ravishing beauty, I want you-“

“Wait!” You yell just enough to make him stop, both of you avoiding each other’s gazes and blushing bright red, but his hands stayed firmly on your face, no longer drying off tears, but caressing the apples of your cheeks he gently, “if that’s how you feel, then why…? Why did you say it like that?” For what it feels like first time in forever, you look into his gorgeous eyes that resemble the finest amethyst.

“I… I apologize, I didn’t want you to misunderstand me,” Neuvillette gasps slightly when he feels your delicate palms on his own hands, “but I truly mean it - I…”

Your breath hitches in your throat; the butterflies in your stomach don’t seem to help, but the anticipation has you almost shaking.

“I love you.”

Neuvillette can’t describe the weight that’s been lifted off his shoulders; but the sinking sensation in his stomach of not knowing what will happen next is making him nervous more than anything. When more tears meet his hands yet again, he fears for the worst.

“It’s alright, please do not shed any more tears because of me. I’m happy enough to have said it,” except, he doesn’t. He feels his heart break in half, getting filled by nothing but a void of emptiness.

The clouds become gloomy - looks like it’s going to rain later.

Just as his hands slide down and he begins to turn away, you reach out for his arm and grab it, causing him to spare you one, last look.

“Wait! I’m sorry, don’t go… I love you too, silly.” You manage to murmur the last few words loud enough that he could hear.

Neuvillette can’t believe it’s actually happening. He appears stunned for a minute, watching you in disbelief, but then a genuine smile graces his lips; his hands play with your fingers and silently ask to be intertwined with yours. When your interlaced hands give him a small squeeze, he gives you the softest, most lovesick look with his eyes that no one could ever imagine.

He places a quick kiss on your forehead and leans against it. Neuvillette’s eyes close for a moment, absorbing the fleeting moment.

It doesn’t take long before the chief of justice pushes your chin up with his fingers, his thumb brushing your lower lip, awaiting for your answer, “Can I, ma chérie?”

It only takes seconds for him to finally lock your lips together, and he wishes to feel that tenderness forever from this day forward.

Neuvillette certainly has to learn a bit more about expressing feelings - now, with your help.

The golden sun returns to adorn the clear skies once more.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #neuvilette #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #.scenario #send help I’m bolls deep in Neuvillette brainrot

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cinellieroll · 2 months

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☆ random obey me headcanons!

lucifer, mammon and simeon ♡

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor, solomon)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: a few spoilers ahead from the main story! also one SLIGHT nsfw on simeons part???

small note: i only started writing on tumblr now so idk much on how ppl do those line thingies on the words and then it teleports to a diff post so if anyone knows how to do it please teach me! thank you :3

☆ lucifer:

- generally has a thing for turtlenecks. if you open his closet you'll see a bunch of turtlenecks in there. lucifer is a very conservative man after all.

- speaking of closet, he definetely has a color code for his clothing. blacks, reds, navy blues, anything dark

- you'll never catch him wearing anything revealing. especially his legs. man keeps em hidden.

- has a very sensitive nose. he always scolds mammon and asmo for wearing such strong cologne. he has great sense of smell in general (the bitch can smell anything) and automatically knows when trouble is near.

- EXTREMELY petty when he doesn't get his morning coffee. if he misses a day without it an extra line will appear on his forehead.

- gifts you souvenirs when he enters the human world. claims he's here for business because diavolo told him but we all know that's not the only reason why he came up there.

- he doesn't like writing with modern pens and only settles with quills. he still has his old quill from the celestial realm and keeps it hidden somewhere.

- almost gave head pats to luke once.

- his nose is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL and his side profile too. he has a nose bump for sure and i will die on this hill.

- he's not a big fan of creamy foods like carbonara or anything with cream in general. if he's eating sweets he prefers the icing to be less flavorful. what do you expect? he's a black coffee lover after all.

☆ mammon:

- room is always a fucking mess, but he cleans when he procrastinates so if you ever enter his room and he's all quiet and cleaning just don't disturb him for a while.

- buys bootleg merch for levi for no reason. one time he found this cheep ruri chan stuffy on sale for like 150 grimm and decided to buy it.

- has fucking shit hand writing bro. sometimes it's small, sometimes it's big but most of the time it's ass balls. like why does your k and h look the same?

- he cracks his knuckles and joints often and can't go without a day doing it atleast once. it's kinda hot tbh lol

- when he's in a happy mood he'll sing in like a high pitched way. idk how to explain it but i just see him doing that especially when he's on cooking duty

- sleeps really late he could almost rival levi on it. surprisingly his eyebags aren't that visible though.

- has really pretty features like long eyelashes, plump lips and visible collarbones. eat your heart out asmo xoxo

- convinced himself he'll never ever like or listen to human world songs until he heard you blasting some music in your room. he was singing that song in his head for days on end but refused to ask you what the title was

- he's a very clumsy guy and often drops small things especially during class like his ballpen, eraser or that pack of bubblegum lucifer ended up confiscating

- before you arrived, he liked to vape or juul when he's stressed or felt lonely but now he only spends his time thinking of you when he feels down.

☆ simeon:

- when he turned into a human he had thoughts of becoming a teacher in christian education but realized it's better if he owned a cafe instead.

- he sometimes joins luke during his baking lessons with barbatos even though he already knows all the steps

- occasionally invites you for sleepovers and buys card / board games for you guys to play with solomon and luke! either he or solomon are always end up being the winners everytime though

- always and i mean ALWAYS willing to teach you something when he knows it. baking, writing, recent lessons, etc

- once the exchange program ended he started writing more and more, especially poetry. and mostly wrote about you and how much he misses you <3.

- started making diary entries after the aftermath of the celestial war.

- during quiet nights, simeon often thinks what it'd be like if he was really close with the brothers.

- his eyes are lowkey creepy sometimes when he looks at you for too long. it's like he's trying to detect every sin you've committed.

- idk why i thought of this but his teeth are literally so pearly and perfect but he doesn't really smile with them in view.

- unintentionally moans sometimes. like when he sits down after a long day you just start hearing a soft "ah~" out of nowhere..

#obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #om! shall we date #om! lucifer #lucifer x reader #mammon obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #om! simeon #simeon x reader #obey me x reader #om! x reader #obey me headcanons #om! headcanons

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grimesthinker · 9 months

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Stepdad!rick walking in on you touching yourself in the middle of the night, because he thought he heard something n’ just wanted to check on you…

it's been a slow, calm day in alexandria, yet you're hot and bothered and have been since the morning. you've been watching rick's biceps flex under his white shirt as he helps around the community with a few repairs. your mother is at her friends, probably drowning in wine with her nose in a book. and you, of course, sit pretty on the front porch with a glass of iced tea in hand. you catch rick's wandering eyes land on you a few times, and you bite your gloss covered lip as you imagine him bending you over and taking you right there. your pink polished nails dig into your thigh and you look away from him, swallowing hard. you push your thighs together, which isn't a good idea, because now your clit aches even worse. you can't take it anymore. letting out a breath, you trail back into the house and up the stairs. unbeknownst to you, your brain is so cloudy that you don't even realize how the bedroom door is left slightly open.

you sit on the bed, back against the floral patterned pillows. you lift your hips and drag your shorts down your legs, throwing them to the side. you slip your hand down your panties and suck in a breath as your finger meets your clit. you bite your bottom lip and let out a soft, subtle strained whine. images of rick above you flash in your mind and you close your eyes tight. you think of his fingers replacing yours and his deep voice whispering sweet praises against your lips. just then, you hear the stairs creak. your eyes shoot open and you quickly remove your hand from your clit. rick reaches your door and you pull your knees to your chest, trying to seem as normal as possible.

"hey, kid, i was just wondering if-" he opens the door fully and sees you, only in a tank top and panties, on your bed with a visibly flustered expression. your cheeks are red and your eyes are glossy, still so flustered and cloudy from not being able to cum. rick takes one look and he knows. "you okay?" he drawls, shutting the door behind him as he walks to the side of your bed.

you look up at him with teary, far away eyes. "i..i wasn't...i just..." you stammer and he takes your jaw in his hand. he quiets you with his lips, a kiss you've been searching for all day. before you can even whine, he moves in between your legs and plants a few kisses on your inner thigh. your breath hitches at that and your core aches.

"whiny baby." he mocks and your bottom lip wobbles. rick taps your thigh and when you lift your hips, he drags your panties down your legs. you subtly gasp at the cool air and without warning, he licks up your slit and suckles on your clit. you grip the sheets.

your mind is fuzzy and all you can think about is your stepfather's tongue on your cunt. "rick...i need...i can't.." you babble and he traces your little hole with his finger.

"tell me, honey. you're a big girl." you whine again and he laps at your pussy. "what do you need?"

"your cock-need your cock." you breathe and he chuckles lowly. he must have been needing you all day too, because he holds your hips down and eats you out as if he's been waiting for an eternity. you're a sensitive thing, he's came to notice, so watching the way your pretty lips part and the way the tears stream down your cheeks, he grows in his jeans.

you bite your lip when he moves away to unbuckle his belt and tug his jeans and boxers off. your mouth almost waters at the sight of his already hard cock springing up. you mindlessly scramble to your knees, and his big hand pushes your hair from your face. you look up at him through damp, fluttering eyelashes and he taps his cock on your awaiting tongue. he pushes it past your lips and you hum accordingly, your perfectly manicured hands wrapping around what you can't seem to fit in your mouth.

"atta girl." he murmurs, breath hitching as you move your head back and forth. his hand finds the back of your head, pushing it enough so you gag around his cock. he lets go, and you move back, a string of saliva following. you look up at him, pretty eyes already tired and fucked out and he's no where close to being done with you. the sight nearly makes him cum on the spot.

he lowly instructs you to turn around, and like the obedient girl you are, you listen. he places his hand between your shoulder blades and pushes down, your face being pressed into the mattress. he holds your hips up, making sure you're right where he wants you. rick grips your ass when you whimper impatiently, which only makes you more pouty. he teasingly drags his cock up your slit and you hiss through your teeth. you guess he decides to be nice though, because he soon pushes his way in, and you let out a strained moan. he holds your waist tight as he fucks into you, making sure he hits as deep as possible. soft tears stream down your face and you soon become a sensitive, trembling mess. he holds you against him and you babble incoherent nothings as his cock abuses your poor cunt.

"i need to..rick, i'm gonna.." you pant and he brings his finger to your puffy clit, rubbing circles and coaxing that much awaited orgasm out of you.

"go ahead, doll." your eyes shut tight as you cum, shaking and whimpering. rick's high comes soon after, pulling out in time to shoot his hot load onto your back. he gives your ass one last squeeze before he lets you lay back on the bed. he bites his lip and chuckles at the sight of your pretty, sore cunt and your trembling thighs. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips and pushes your damp hair from your face. "that gonna hold you over until tonight?"

#rick grimes #the walking dead #rick grimes ⛥*:･#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #andrew lincoln #rick grimes imagine #stepdad!rick #twd imagine

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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ahh hi tella!!! so happy that ur writing for obx :) i need to see how rafe would handle a latina sweeetheart 🎀 maybe she’s kie’s cousin? i just know he’d probably be such a cocky jerk ughhhhhh thx babe

omg i am blushing just thinking about this xo

you were laid on the warmed surface of your towel, leaning on your forearms as your sun kissed skin continued the drink in the intense rays, your white, cherry covered bikini clashing perfectly against your tanned complexion, you loved days at the beach, i mean, what better way to kill time, than to eat fresh fruits and listen to your favorite music, while taking in the stunning north carolina sun for all of its glory?

you continued to lay back, your sunglasses shielding your eyes as you hummed along to the amy winehouse song that flowed through your speakers. the sudden shadow that overtook your vision, now causing you to remove your sunglasses, your eyes squinted as you took in the sight of your cousin - kiara carrera.

your chest visibly rose and fell as you sighed, your squinted frown fading into a gleeful smile, “what’s up, kie?” you asked, your wispy eyelashes batting as she hastily dropped herself onto the sand beside you.

she quickly looked over her shoulder, rolling her eyes as she returned her attention back to you, her arm reaching over you stomach as she grabbed a red grape that sat in the sweaty sand-covered container that rested by your waist, “nothing, it’s just jj being — jj,” she sighed, popping the small fruit into her mouth.

you liked jj, platonically, of course.

“he seems nice,” you chirped, turning onto your stomach, the cherry decorated bikini bottoms that you wore, now wedged between the plush cheeks of your ass as it faced the warm sun.

kiara shrugs with a slight shake of her head, you could tell that she wanted to say more, but decided against it, the moment her eyes fell on your back.

your nails clashed against one another as you undid the knot that secured your bikini top, and concealed your perky breasts, eager to get as much of an even tan as possible, “why are you looking at me like that?” you questioned, reaching for a grape.

“i dunno — maybe it’s because you just undid your top?” kiara countered sarcastically.

you stuck out your tongue, placing the grape into your mouth, soft biting into the crispy fruit before resting the side of your cheek against the surface of your hand, “but, i hate tanlines,” you pouted with a laugh.

you and kiara were thick as thieves, and sure, the reasoning for why you had to live with your cousin wasn’t the most pleasant — but she loved having you around. you were raised as sisters, both of you holding the most intimate details about the other. and boy, did you both balance each other out well! you were bubbly and were quick to let anyone in, which served to be a detriment to you at times, nevertheless, you were a hopeless romantic who made it her business to find beauty in even the most mundane of things.

as you would say, you loved everything that was pretty. your blown-out hair was always shining, wispy eyelashes always curled immaculately, supple lips glazed in shimmery gloss, acrylic-enforced nails always painted in varying shades of pink or a simple french design. you loved wearing clothes that would show off your lower back and midriff - why? no rhyme or reason, you just like how it looked.

you had a heart of gold, wrapped in a bow, making it easy for those around you to be pulled into you and your dreamy ways.

it also made it just as easy for you to end up hurt and taken advantage of.

you and kiara remained engrossed in each other, laughter emitting from the both of you, “so, are you going to stay for the kegger or are we going home for dinner?” kie questioned, a smile remaining on her lips as she watched you try to tame your overwhelming fit of laughter.

you spoke with a giggle, “i don’t know, i promised tio that i’d help him with dinner, one of these days,” you whined, your innocent eyes searching kiara’s for any kind of pull towards your decision.

“okay, well we need to decide soon, before-” kiara began, her words ceasing as a large shadow suddenly towered over the two of you.

you straightened your neck, looking up through your lashes as the tall guy crouched down, your eyes following as he leveled with you. fuck, he was hot.

“shit, kie, y’didn’t tell me you had a secret hot sister,” the guy spoke, his bright blue eyes cutting into yours as swallowed thickly, your glossy lips now running dry.

you tried to remain as still as possible, your eyes widening at the realization that your bikini top was still untied.

“fuck off, rafe, she’s my cousin,” kiara scoffed with disgust.

you remained entranced by the guy, rafe, who kept his bright eyes on yours, a smirk tugging on his lips as he took a quick look over your shoulder, tilting his head at the sight of your untied top and barely-there bottoms.

“ah, cousin?” he asked mockingly, licking over his lips, “does this cousin of yours have a name?” he pushed, the glint of his chain peeking out from his crisp t-shirt now catching your eye.

you sweetly revealed your name, your oh-so slight accent spilling through as you subconsciously batted your pretty lashes up at rafe, “and you are,” you smiled, a toothy grin.

“rafe cameron,” he spoke sternly, ignoring kiara’s protests with a roll of his eyes as he leaned closer to you, until his lips reached your ear, “i’d shake your hand, but i wouldn’t want everyone at this beach to see what you got under there,” he cooed, his condescending tone like silk in your ears.

you couldn’t help but blush like a schoolgirl, much to your cousin’s dismay.

rafe decided to make push just a little bit more, “may i?” he spoke rhetorically, his large hands sliding down your shoulder blades.

“rafe, what the fu-”

you remained still, refusing to make eye contact with kiara as rafe tied the strings of your bikini top into a secure knot, “relax, kie - m’just making her decent,” he pulled away, standing firmly of his feet.

you’d be lying, if you said that you rafe’s hands against your warmed skin didn’t excite you. his touch was oddly tantalizing for you as you were forced to ignore the subtle ache that pulsed between your legs.

you pushed yourself off of your front, now standing directly across from rafe, his eyes shamelessly drinking in the sight of your chest as he was especially intrigued by the tan line that was revealed by the shifted cup of your bikini top.

“thank you, rafe” you spoke softly, holding out your hand as you took in the staggering height difference between you and the man before you, his buzz cut hair causing you to bashfully bite down into the sticky swell of your bottom lip.

rafe accepted your hand, the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue causing blood to rush to his length as he let out a dry chuckle, enclosing his fingers around your hand, watching closely as your breath slightly hitched from his subtle grip on your hand. you two remained like this for a beat as rafe sized you up — he could smell just how genuine and sweet you were, his mind carelessly wandering to how you’d look under him, taking him for all he has. you were much smaller than him, and it ticked a region in his tainted mind that suddenly ached to have you around in any way possible.

the sudden cut of a deep voice calling out didn’t even faze rafe as his lips curved into a smile, “yo! rafe, i’ve been looking everywhere for you man,” a taller blond guy appeared beside rafe.

rafe softly released your hand, before wiping the corners of his mouth with his index finger and thumb, exhaling sharply as he faced the blond, “well, top, i’ve been busy catchin’ up with good ol’ kie, and her pretty little cousin that’s she’s been hiding from us.”

the taller blond glanced at you, he was quicker to size you up, before redirecting rafe back into his original conversation. kiara softly grabbed your arm, carrying your speaker and container of grapes.

“let’s go home,” she nudged her head towards the street, completely privy to how dumbstruck rafe had made you. she could tell that you liked it and refused to ever allow rafe to get his hands on you.

at least, not when she was around.

“oh, okay,” you mumbled defeatedly, reaching down to grab your towel from the sand, quickly turning to face rafe who watched intently as you walked away.

“bye,” you mouthed with a small wave, before turning around to catch up with your feverish cousin.

rafe continued to feign interest in whatever the fuck topper was talking about, his eyes set on your body as you walked farther and father away from him. god, he loved the way your ass bounced with each step you took. in his fucked mind, he knew that kiara was right to keep you hidden, but now since you weren’t hidden, at least not from him, he knew that it would only be a matter of time before you were his, and his only.

of course, you being such a willing sweetheart made it all the more easier for him.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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three: barry

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, bi!rafe and bi!barry, established thruple, threesome, cock warming, dom!rafe, sub!reader and sub!barry, male receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, male on male action!!!, edging, cum play?

“r-rafe.” you mumble out, pressing your face further forward. “please.”

rafe ignores your pleas, eyes focused on the football game playing on the television, occasionally eating one of the chips that was dumped into a bowl on the coffee table for all three of you to enjoy.

“i- shit.” barry curses, his dick twitching inside of you, causing you to cry out and push your face further into barrys shoulder, trying to muffle your noise, knowing rafe wants you silent.

“told you not to move.” rafe doesn't even glance over at the two of you, both stripped completely naked, barrys cock buried in your cunt while you sit on his lap, bound to listen to rafes command that he set as your punishment.

“should have just been good.” rafe finally glances over to you. “you're always my good girl.” he tsks.

it's true, whenever you get in any trouble, it's always barrys fault. just like earlier today when he dragged you into the bedroom when rafe specifically told both of you not to do anything until he got home.

“‘m really sorry rafey.” you pout, attempting to bat your eyelashes at him, hoping it would work, but rafe knows better than to look at you and break, snapping his eyes back to the tv.

“shit, how are you still so fucking tight.” barry groans, his hands gripping your hips so hard you know you'll bruise. “even having both of us fuck you, you're still squeezing-shit.”

barry curses again as he twitches, hips involuntarily moving slightly upwards. you cry out, knowing you should hold in your moan but unable to help it.

the sound reaches you before the pain does, rafe reaching over to land a hard spanking on your ass, a warning not to move again.

“it was barrys fault, please!” you whine to rafe, a red palm mark already visible on your ass. it was barry who drug you into the bedroom and shoved his tongue into your cunt, it was him who caused you to scream out and alert rafe.

“yet you were the one getting eaten out.” rafe points out. he knows you wouldn't disobey him, that it was barry who was planning to have you bounce on his dick next, but rafe likes getting to punish you, and even more getting to use you to punish barry.

“im so sorry rafey, ill never be bad again, i wanna be your good girl.”

“oh baby.” rafe finally looks over to you, running his thumb down your cheek. “i know. why don't you wait until the game is done, then your punishment can be over?”

“mkay.” you nod. “love you.” you glance behind your back, mouth gaping when you realize the game only just resumed after half time, and you have possibly hours of punishment left, sitting stuck on barrys cock without moving.

“anything you want to say to me barry?” rafe asks, tilting his head to the side.

“nah, man.”

it's an interesting dynamic, both rafe and barry being obsessed with you, and infatuated with each other, but each being strong willed.

“okay, no cumming for you then.” rafe just shrugs, leaning over to give you a chaste kiss. “my good girl will get to when im done watching the game.”

“fine!” barry groans. “im fucking sorry. next time we'll wait for you.”

“that's what i thought.” rafe smirks, turning back to watch the game.

you bury your head back in barrys shoulder, trying to think of anything to distract yourself from focusing on his length buried inside you, on your pulsing clit just begging to be touched.

you listen to the sounds of the commentators, letting out a sigh of relief every time they say how much time is left in the game, as difficult as it is to remain still, you know rafe will make it all worth it.

“come here, pretty.” rafe pats your thigh. you blink your eyes open, letting out a sigh of relief.

rafe works his pants open, tugging them down enough to pull his cock out. you have to move slowly off of barrys cock, legs having cramped up and fallen asleep in that one position.

“you can just watch.” rafe says to barry as you switch to his lap, letting out a shudder when rafe touches you, even just his hand resting against your waist has you feeling close to the edge.

“ride me. make yourself cum.” rafe says. you waste no time lining up with his cock and sinking down, letting out a moan in relief. rafe helps you bounce up and down, doing most of the work lifting you by your hips and bringing you back down.

“so big, rafey.” you cry out, walls being stretched more than barry, both of them being around the same length but rafe has more thickness to his cock.

“such a good girl for me, come here.” rafe tugs you forward, your lips landing on his in a heated kiss, hands moving all over his chest, wishing it wasn't covered by the football jersey he put on for the game.

“‘m so sorry rafey promise ill be good for you forever and ever.” you glance over to barry, hands clenched and sitting on his thighs as his eyes are watching your cunt move up and down rafes cock, barrys dick hard and red, waiting impatiently to be relieved.

“i know baby.” rafe coos. he takes one hand off his own chest and moves it to your clit. you let out a squeal of relief, rubbing your fingers lower to gather some of your slick before moving back up to your clit.

“get yourself off, baby, come on.” rafe encourages you, pushing you down harder onto his cock with every movement, trying his best not to thrust his hips up into you, wanting you to do the work as a final punishment, even if it is his hands on your hips guiding most of your motions.

“barry doesnt get to cum until you do, you're making him wait so long baby.” rafe glances over at barry, an uncomfortable look on his face.

“come here.” rafe cocks his head to barry, who quickly moves closer on the couch.

“suck her tits, make her get off faster.” rafe says. barry moves to his knees, having to move his head up and down to follow your chest as you ride rafe, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

“that's good, barry.” rafe moans as you clench around him, your fingers moving faster on your clit.

“close.” you warn, barrys tongue flicking over your nipple, hand moving around your back to round your chest and play with the other one.

“cum for me.” rafe commands, pushing your hips all the way down as your back arches, rubbing yourself quickly to orgasm, your high rushing through your body, causing you to squeal out.

barry pulls away, hand twitching to grip his cock while you fall forward into rafes chest. he gives you a brief moment to relax, to let your cunt slow down it's intense pulsing around his length.

“thank you.” you gasp out, picking your head up to look at rafe. “thank you.”

“you're welcome pretty.” rafe smiles, picking your hips up to get you off his cock like you weigh nothing, setting your sloppy cunt on his thigh. “now why don't you and barry suck me off?”

rafe spreads his thighs while you both move to kneel in front of the couch, barry immediately leaning in to lick a stripe of your pussy juices off rafes cock.

you let barry focus on his length, moving up to suckle on the head of his cock while you kiss over rafes balls, knowing how much he likes when you both focus on him at the same time.

“touch him, y/n.” rafe says. “but barry, you don't get to cum until i do.”

you nod, wrapping your hand around barrys length. for his own sake, you keep your strokes unhurried and steady, not slow enough to piss off rafe, but enough to hopefully make barry last.

you glide your lips up rafes cock, tasting yourself on his dick as you meet barrys mouth at the lead of rafes cock, tongues meeting as you kiss over his tip.

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips twitching up slightly as he sees you making out with each other as well as sucking him off.

you switch places, barry moving down rafes cock to his balls while you swallow around his length, doing your best to deep throat him while keeping your hand stroking over barrys cock.

“so good for me.” rafe hums, hands coming to both of your hairs, barrys now cropped short but still long enough for rafe to grip, while yours is tied back in a ponytail.

you bob your head, ignoring your gag reflex the best you can, tears falling down your cheeks. you last as long as you can until you have to pull off and take in a large gulp of air.

“show her how it's done, barry.” rafe tugs on his hair, pulling him up to take rafes cock in his mouth next. rafe wastes no time pushing him all the way down, knowing how good barry can take his dick.

“close.” rafe warns, looking to you. you nod, not even needing him to use his words as you sink to your stomach on the floor, sucking barrys cock into your mouth.

you wait to hear the moans and grunts that signal rafes orgasm as he shoots deep into barrys throat to really suck at his cock, one of barrys hands moving off rafes thigh to keep your head down as he fills your mouth with cum, barely needing any stimulation after being teased for so long.

you pull off and move back to your knees, opening your mouth up to show barrys cum sitting on your tongue.

“such a good girl.” rafe leans forward, shoving his tongue into your mouth in a messy kiss, sharing barrys cum and each other's spit.

“love you.” you coo to rafe, swallowing barrys cum before leaning to him. “love you too.”

barry nods, his face slackened eyes closed, clearly too exhausted to say anything.

“and i love you both too.” rafe says, petting his hand over your hair. “why don't we get both of you in the bath then we can cuddle in bed?”

“mmm.” you nod. “sounds good.” you trail your fingers up rafes thigh, jealous that you didn't get to taste any of his cum. “as long as i can suck you off in the bath.”

barry perks up at that, his eyes opening as rafe laughs. “god, you two are such sluts.”

“your sluts.” you remind rafe.

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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which your period cramps bring you to tears but jungkook’s gentle hand is warm.

> fluff / wc: 2k

> warnings: boob massage !!, mention of sex, mention of period blood

note: a little sumnsumn for the physical intimacy of it all <3 and my fellow period havers who get unbearable period cramps and sore boobies </3 and before u ask - yes, i’ve been listening to joon’s closer on repeat a lot. like a lot. and it makes me devastatingly emotional. + feedback is always appreciated :DD

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your head accidentally bumping against jungkook’s shoulder as you curl up in pain is what ultimately wakes him up. out of habit, his blurry eyes gloss over at the time displayed on the digital clock. 3:14am.

he cups your face in concern, which is visibly stricken with agony. two of his longest fingers brush back the strands of hair that fell over your eyes, and they flutter upon shortly after. his lips curve into a frown when he notices your eyelashes that kissed your cheeks goodbye are wet from unshed tears. you fell asleep at 9pm earlier, and he thought you’d feel better when you wake up in the morning, but he turned out to be wrong. your period cramps seem to be particularly bad this month, adding up to the fact that it arrived two weeks early.

“want a massage, baby?”

his deep morning voice sends a shiver running through your spine, and you quickly try to cover it up with a whine. “yes, please.”

he grabs the lavender essential oil from the first drawer of the nightstand beside him, and his hand already turns slippery from barely holding the bottle. you force yourself to lie down on your back, allowing your boyfriend to apply three pumps of the oil on your stomach. he pulls your shirt back down to shield you from the airconditioner before lowering the waistband of your shorts to reach your lower abdomen. he lathers the oil across your soft skin, hoping to ease the tension of the muscles beneath it.

“your hand is so warm.” you mumble with a shaky sigh, at last finding the inexplicable relief you desperately needed. the hot compress that has gone cold too quickly beside you would hang its head in shame if only it could hear. “you’re a godsend. thank you.”

he hums in response, inching closer to give your temple a kiss. his tender rubbing gradually turns into adept kneading, mindful of exerting just the right amount of pressure so he won’t cause you any more pain. next thing you know, he’s lying on his side and using your arm as a pillow as he peppers kisses along the expanse of your jaw and neck.

with your eyelids fluttering open and shut from drowsiness, you lazily grasp jungkook’s wrist to guide his hand higher on your torso. “it’s sore here, too.”

he grazes the swell of your right breast with a feather-light touch. “where?”

“there . . . there. hurts.” you whimper weakly when he applies a little pressure on the side near your armpit, unconsciously digging your nails on his forearm. you despise how your eyes are watering again, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of the pain or simply put, jungkook’s existence. “and under it.”

with courteous gentleness, his four fingers dance across your skin in repetitive movements. he creates circular motions from under your breast to the side, and then he makes his way back to where he started to do it all over again.

“does this feel okay?”

the scent of lavender and your boyfriend’s affectionate ministrations carry you to slumber’s glittering gates, but his voice nudges you away before you can take a step inside the land.

“huh?” you whisper tiredly.

he snickers with his eyes closed. “i asked if this feels okay. are you getting sleepy again?”

his heavenly therapeutic massage doesn’t cease. his thumb brushes against your nipple every now and then, which is why it’s unsurprising to feel it perk up and harden under his touch. he continues with following the loop he made, determined to shoo away the soreness that’s causing his lover to tear up and sniffle in pain.

“so nice. i’m falling asleep soon.” your fingers thread through his dark hair, loosely hugging him to your chest as you drown yourself in the scent of his shampoo.

“does the other one hurt too?”

his innocent question makes you chuckle. this causes your body to vibrate and to trigger the sharp pain shooting up on your sides. holy fucking shit, that hurts. hormones are a bitch.

“yes, but not as much.”

jungkook fights off sleep as he alternates between massaging your lower abdomen and chest. your skin gradually dries up as it absorbs the essential oil, but he doesn’t take this as a signal to stop at all. he keeps going anyway. as sleepiness clouds his mind, however, he impulsively cups your breast in his hand and allows himself a firm squeeze. the two of you knew it was inevitable, really, because it’s obviously a reflex for him at this point. and yet, your breath still gets heavier, as if this is the first time you’ve been touched by him.

“you’re so squishy. want to stay like this forever.” he mumbles almost incoherently. he gives the soft flesh another squeeze, and another, and another, before pressing his fingers on the side to carry on with his massage.

“you know, i’m starting to think you really mean that.” you recount all the other times he hazily uttered the same words while holding your boobs and/or nuzzling his face against them during non-sexual encounters simply because he finds them, in his own words, so comforting. one of these days you ought to ask: does he have the same affinity for them as you do for his doe eyes?

well, not that you mind. clearly, you get more privileges from it than you originally thought.

“mhmm, guilty as charged.” he replies with a toothy grin.

he pulls you closer by the curve of your waist as if your bodies could possibly get any closer than this, but he stubbornly insists and he painfully yearns. lost in a haze— he wants to get under your skin, let his pounding heart cross the distance and meet yours like two penpals throwing caution to the wind. however, your hearts are prisoners to your vessels.

isn’t this the reason we have sex? make love? to be as close as humanly possible? more than what they call an instinct, honestly speaking, is it not an enigmatic ache? a greedy appetite for love?

maybe that’s also why jungkook refuses to stop stealing kisses from your lips despite uncontrollable giggles racking the both of you. he holds himself up on top of you, planting his hands on the mattress. teeth accidentally knocking once, lips landing on the corners of your mouth, the air becomes warmer but he refuses to let go of the moment when he finally aims right. maybe that’s why he still chases after you despite getting reluctantly pushed away, feeling like he just won the nine-digit prize at the lottery when he gets rewarded with one final peck. it’s as if to say i don’t want to be a stranger. i don’t want to forget. let me mold the memory of the shape of your lips onto mine.

“your hair kept tickling my ear.” you tilt your head to the side to escape, gasping for air.

his playful giggles continue to fill the dark hours’ ringing silence, relentlessly moving closer to snuggle with you again. the scent of lavender has hung to the fabric of your shirt, and it soothes him to sleep like a lullaby.

“you made all the blood gush out. i hate you. need to go change before i stain the sheets.”

the loss of your warmth causes him to muffle a groan against your pillow, his hand holding on to yours until the hook of his pinky finger slips away from your thumb. he hears the walk-in closet open and close, and then the same with the bathroom door. the sound of water running from the shower serves as white noise as he loses the battle against the angel of slumber.

feeling refreshed after a quick warm shower, you go back to bed with your pain finally cranked down to a bearable level. however, the sight of your sleeping boyfriend snoring with his mouth slightly open makes you click your tongue with a laugh. the stubborn man somehow always ends up using your pillow, or you as a pillow. with a silent grunt, you carefully carry and drop his upper body to his side of the bed, followed by his long legs. you adjust his head on his special pillow to keep it elevated just enough, so he won’t complain about a sore neck in the morning.

the snoring stops briefly, and then comes back softer this time around. well, that’s good enough.

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jungkook jolts awake at the sound of his 5am alarm, rushing to turn off the phone tucked under the side of his pillow so it won’t disturb you. as he stretches out his limbs, he rubs away the remaining sleep in his eyes to look at your sleeping figure properly. you’re facing him with your hand curled up around his tattooed forearm. your phone is propped up against your pillow, still faintly playing the ghibli film ‘princess mononoke’. he takes it with him when he soundlessly climbs off the bed. he leaves it turned off on top of the nightstand beside you before stumbling inside the bathroom.

he sleepily stands infront of the mirror as he brushes his teeth, tucking his hair behind his ear to observe the lines that formed on his face, the most probable cause being that he slept on his side again. with his exhausted eyes closed, he starts massaging his cheek with the heel of his palm to increase the circulation of blood and oxygen, which will make the lines fade away quicker. he still smells the traces of lavender from not too long ago. he splashes his face with water, and they get washed away and replaced by the smell of his face cleanser.

it’s already past 6am when he deems himself prepared to leave for work. he turns off the stove and refills your hot compress with the water he heated up, softly singing the words to ‘dynamite’ as he does so. he runs through the choreography inside his head, making small lazy movements, just to keep his body familiar with the dance moves.

with his backpack swung over his shoulder, he goes back inside the bedroom to bid you goodbye. you tossed and turned in the empty queen-sized bed while he was gone, and you’re already lying on your back with your shirt riding up above your belly button.

“aigoo, aigoo! you’re a messy sleeper, i’m a heavy sleeper. we really belong together.” he converses with himself as he pulls your shirt down and places the hot compress over your lower abdomen.

you attempt to turn to your side again but he holds you back, putting your hand on top of the hot compress to keep it pressed against you.

“hey- hey, baby. i’m off to work now.”

you only hum in response, raising your arms to reach for him. he instantly bends down into your embrace, pressing his lips to your forehead for a kiss that lasts a little longer than usual. “mmmm-mwah!”

“can’t- open my eyes. i bought new face masks yesterday. are you wearing it?” you mumble. “the other brand’s strings are too fragile. i fucking broke five of them. don’t wear those anymore.”

he chuckles at the way your voice gets louder while saying the curse word then drops back down to quiet mumbling right after. it’s sickening how being in love makes him fawn over the smallest details about you.

“yup. found them in the living room.” his thumb brushes against your cheek lovingly. “take it easy working today, okay? i love you.”

you nod your head repeatedly. he doesn’t understand the slurred words that manage to escape your mouth after that, and perhaps, he doesn’t need to. he knows that you love him too.

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neckromantics · 3 months

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Astarion sits so close to you by the campfire that you knock knees.

Your shoulders brush as you shift your weight in an attempt to get more comfortable on the log you've all been using as a makeshift bench, and you wonder if his sensitive ears pick up the sound of your heart as it races in your chest.

You just can't handle it.

How when he laughs at your jokes it's a full-bodied reaction. His head tilted back, silver curls bouncing along with the shake of his shoulders. You don't think it's exactly voluntary when he reaches out in your direction, cool fingers curling around your forearm like he'll fall over if he doesn't have something to cling to.

All you can focus on for a moment is how how pretty his teeth are– how cute it is that his fang catches his bottom lip and is still visible even once he's closed his mouth.

There's no way whatever you just said is that funny, but his grin isn't even a little dishonest. It's actually so sincere that you can't help but grin back at him. Makes you want to crack another, equally as stupid joke just to see it again once it's gone.

Lovesick fools, the both of you.

He'll somehow scoot even closer if someone decides to sit by his other side. Will loop your arms together and turn towards you, hip against yours, chin resting lightly on the hand he now has on your shoulder. His eyelashes flutter, and your heart follows suit.

You're curled into one another this way, in your own little bubble as he murmurs into your ear and nods along to whatever you say in response. His eyes are so pretty. Carmine in color with pupils so big they're practically glittering from the light of the fire. Wide and soft. Puppyish.

It isn't long before someone makes a comment about it. Be it Lae'zel and her rather interesting input about how you can't keep off of eachother for a second, or just Karlach telling the two of you to get a room. Occasionally, Gale will cough in a very pointed way.

To your dismay, Astarion's gaze loses a little of that softness. You catch the briefest flash of something that resembles annoyance before his lids go heavy again. His eyes crease the slightest bit around the edges before they flick towards your companions– back to you.

If he's feeling cheeky (and he almost always is), he'll put on a show. Will make a comment about how he can't blame them for being jealous, but they don't always have to be so loud about it. Or will throw his head back to moan theatrically about how comfortable and warm you are. Slings one of his legs over your own, the back of his knee hooked by yours as he drapes himself across you all dramatic. Basically, will just be half in your lap for the rest of the evening just to be a nuisance.

Other times, he's just not in the mood. His nose will wrinkle, a crease forming between his brows that you just have to thumb away. He's quiet (almost nervous? shy?) when he asks you if you'd like to spend some time with him in a more private setting. To which you've obviously always responded to with a nod so enthusiastic that he's smiling in that special way again.

You bid your companions goodnight before you're up, arms still looped tightly as you wander towards the direction of his tent. You say something funny, too quiet for anyone else to hear, and his joyful laugh trails off with the sound of your shared footsteps.

"Lovesick fools," Karlach says as she watches the two of you, amusement all in her tone. "The both of them. "

#bg3 #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 tav #astarion headcanons #hello babes

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horrorartsworld · 1 month

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𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

gamer boyfriend vox/f!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+ beware!!, oral (m receiving) , praise + dirty talk, hair pulling, manhandling?, face fucking

a/n: this has been in my drafts since i started writing 😭😭 i’m so glad i finally got around to it, hope my little voxie luvs enjoy!!

You huff out of boredom as you sat behind your overlord boyfriend, Vox, while he tapped and fingered away at his keyboard in front of him.

One of his giant monitors flashed with different multicolored graphics of a recent video game that had dropped this week that seemed to take up all of his time. His eyes never leaving the sight of it and to be quite frank it was making you rather jealous of not being the center of attention for once.

“Voxie..i’m bored,” You sigh shifting in your little rolly chair behind him, the back of his flat screened face starting to irritate you as it was the only thing you saw of you boyfriend anymore.

Vox doesn’t even flinch when you talk to him, let alone even acknowledging the fact you were trying to. His fingers still steadily tapping away and occasionally shifting his mouse.

You took it upon yourself to get up from where you were seated and stood next to him lightly shaking his shoulder, “Baby?”, you now pout putting on a bit of a whine to your voice for theatrics.

“What’s up doll?” He shifts his gaze to you for a split second before it turns to the screen once more.

Your brows furrow not seeing his eyes on you like you wanted them to, “I’m bored..play with me,” you say lightly squeezing his shoulder with a hint of want dancing around in your voice with a certain arousal that was currently building between your thighs, causing you to squeeze them in hopes to emphasize the urgency in your need for his attention.

“I’ll play with you in a second sweet thing let me just finish…right there..” He trails off a bit more husky then you’d like, making you fidget with your skirt at how just that simple act effected you, but you weren’t just gonna give up and wait another minute that would turn into hours for him to get off. Oh no it was time you took this into your own hands.

You crawl under his desk as quietly as you can, sitting on your knees in the space between his legs that were already spread. You hands beginning to trail up his thighs causing him to jolt at the sudden unexpected contact.

“Fuck..what’re you doing down there?” His breath catches in his throat, his cock jumping a little in excitement at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your pretty eyelashes.

You couldn’t help the smile pulling at your lips as he visibly was getting hard, “I’m just playing sir..”

Vox knowing damn well what you were doing.

“Doll…” He tries to warn authoritatively which only failed when he saw you making quick work of his belt and involuntarily lifting his hips when you started to pull down his dress pants along with his boxers.

His length free and throbbing with need as precum pools at the slit making your mouth water at the sight.

Vox then gets in position, not giving a single fuck about the game anymore, claws tangling themselves in your hair as his breathing becomes more heavy and ragged. Trying with everything in his power to keep his composure, but you working him up like this made him feel like he was on the brink of coming undone, especially with how slowly you were going with your feathery touches and small wet kisses up his legs.

Till finally you start giving his cock some attention with little kitten licks over the slit and the main vein wrapping around his length before completely letting his tip go into the warmth of your mouth.

“Stop fuckin’ teasing me before I shove you down on it myself..” Vox growls, pushing your head a little down onto his cock earning a gag from you.

Pulling off you give him the meanest stink eye that makes him chuckle, then you continue at your work giving a nice harsh suck before taking it completely in your mouth once more.

“Atta girl…use that pretty mouth of yours around my cock..” He then pushed your head down once more, this time letting him so you could take him deeper down your throat.

Humming once it fills your throat completely, the vibrations making Vox absolutely stir crazy causing his tv head to buffer. Though his hand still guides your head down, bobbing it till your nose brushes against his skin, so deep that it had you grasping for his thighs to control your breathing.

“Mmm…fuck doll..all this for my attention..you’re so fucking cute…” He then feels you lick up his shaft before you’re swallowing around it, almost gagging once more when he starts thrusting upward into your mouth.

Which only lead to him thrusting up more faster and with much force, burying his cock deep inside your throat, getting lost in the pleasure as your gasps were silenced with his thick cock.

"That's it... Choke on it with that sweet tight throat of yours..fuck you’re so good.." he pants heavily with his voice coming out gruff.

As if his thrusts couldn’t get any harder, his cock is sliding in and out of your throat, unable to resist the feeling any longer. The sound of electric crackling loudly in the air as he starts to lose control over his power getting closer to his orgasm.

His grip gets tighter with his claws scratching against your scalp when he begins to loose his steady rhythm.

“Shit…Shit! I’m close doll…” Vox groans his head falling back against his chair as his hips suddenly begin bucking wildly.

One of your hands taking a moment to rub at his balls letting your saliva coat them while it slid down your chin and the corners of your mouth.

You then manage to pull off of him taking the moment to get a good breath in, making him look down at you in curiosity. “What’re you doing?”

“Beg for it..” You smirk up at him, thinking you had the upper hand since he was practically putty in your hands.

“What did you just say to me?” His eyes flickering from stunned to ‘you really wanna do this’

“You heard me.”

In one quick movement he grabs your hair again and tugs you up so he can come face to face with you, an almost malicious smirk on his face. He mumbles against your lips, asking you to repeat yourself again.

"Be-" before you can finish your sentence Vox is pushing you back down to sit on your heels. He growls pulling your mouth back down onto his leaking cock, making you moan with the feeling of him back in your mouth again, slurping up any precum that escaped his slit in those last few minutes.

"You wanna be a little brat?" He groans as he holds your head down on his dick, his hips bucking wildly once more with a stutter. “I’ll fucking treat you like one…”

His grip on your heading almost brusing as he babbles out curses.

“G-gonna cum in this slutty mouth baby..” He then growls once more when he finally releases his hot sticky load down your throat.

Vox’s chest heaves, watching with heavy eyes as you gulp down every last drop and pull his cock out of your mouth.

A soft moan escaping your lips when you clean him up, kissing his tip before sticking your tongue out. His hand wrapping around your chin inspecting it seeing how widely you smiled while he did.

“Mmm..such a pretty girl you are..c’mere..” He coos, tucking his length back into his pants before he pulls you up into his lap. Giving you a loving yet deep kiss, tasting himself on your lips as he did.

“Now will you pay attention to me Voxie..” She says all pouty playing with the ends of his bow tie.

Vox chuckles before he speaks with a smirk, “Shit doll, I might not just to get this type of treatment from you..”

You playfully hit his chest with a huff though you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re terrible, you know that?”

He nuzzles his big head into your neck giving it a kiss.

“Oh sweet girl you haven’t seen terrible yet..”

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tvgals · 10 months

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*+:｡.｡ NOT THE ONLY ONE, FOR YOU.

— you find a pair of eyelashes in miles’ room that you’re sure aren’t yours…until you weren’t ..

you and miles were sat up with each other on his bed watching pitch perfect on your macbook that you brought. you and miles occasionally laughed and talked during the movie, just overall having a good time. that was until you saw a pair of lashes stuck onto his cover, 12mm and jet black. when was the last time you had lashes on? you genuinely couldn’t think. last week you weren’t able to get your lashes done because the girl who did them was out of town…the week before that you had falsies in, but why would miles keep a pair of your lashes from two weeks ago?

“miles.” you say abruptly, visibly startling him. “what?” miles asks, turning to you. “whose lashes is them?” you ask, plucking them off of his covers and examining them between your acrylics. “mami, those are yours?” he chuckles, taking the lash out your hand and looking at it himself. “no the fuck they aren’t.” you say, taking it back from him. miles falls into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. how is this funny?! miles has an anonymous pair of lashes on his bed and he won’t tell you where they came from and he’s laughing? you huff and get off of his bed, sliding on your uggs and grabbing your marc jacobs tote back, shutting your macbook and shoving it into the bag.

“baby, don’t leave!” miles whined, wiping tears from his face. “nope, you obviously got some other hoe over here. i’m finna go home.” you shrug, taking your phone off of miles’ charger and walking out the door. you can hear miles’ groan from the hallway while you were walking towards the door, you hear his bedroom door open and miles is following behind you. you stop at the door and turn to face him, thank god his mom isn’t home. “what do you want.” you say, lookin at his phone in one hand and the lash in the other.

“mami, look at this picture.” miles instructs you, turning the phone screen into your face, showing a picture of you and him where you were kissing his cheek, an annoyed look on his face. but the real picture here, were the lashes on your lash line. 12mm, jet black. shit. “what about it?” you ask, acting like you didn’t know what he was talking about. “y/n, these are yours,” miles says holding up the false eyelash. “we literally took this picture two weeks ago.” you take your shoes off, again, and hug miles.

“yeah, you right.” you giggled. i mean, sure you were tripping just a little bit, but your boyfriend was always there looking out for you. even if you were in the wrong.

— written with BLACK READER in mind .

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torasplanet · 3 months

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❝𝙈𝙀𝙂𝙐𝙈𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙈𝘼.ᐟ❞

S. GOJO + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; satoru finally meets this girl megumi called his mama when toji was alive and he wants you to be his gf instead of toji's.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, fluffy lowkey, porn w plot, table sex lowkey, drunk sex?, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, petnames (sweetheart, beautiful, etc), dad!satoru, creampie, reader is toji's ex, and skin color not mentioned

The streets of Sendai looked dim and boring behind the tinted windows of Satoru’s car as he leaned against the window looking out of it through his sunglasses. No one told him being an adult would be so boring. Sure, they said it was stressful but it wasn’t, mainly just…boring.

He gently pulled at the collar of his white button-up with his fingers feeling as though he was suffocating under the tightness, he unbuttoned one of the buttons and loosened the black tie a bit before sighing and leaning his head back against the seat closing his eyes just wishing for this car ride to end. Going into a primary school would be a little more exciting than this, maybe he’d see some hot moms picking their kids up.

Maybe he’d finally managed to snag a date with one of them. No one told Satoru how hard it’d be to get a girlfriend or at least a date when you have two kids and all the moms he saw when it was time for pick up always had husbands or something and unfortunately weren’t willing to risk it all. Ah, it didn’t matter anyway. He wouldn’t see any women here besides the secretaries because he was picking up Megumi and Tsumiki earlier than usual.

He was going to pass by their school on the way home so why not just pick them up now? It’d be less of a hassle for him but that’s if Megumi even wanted to leave school. Satoru had a habit of picking him up during his favorite class, art and he always apologized but Megumi would just stand there with his arms crossed until Satoru said he’d come back later to pick him up after class.

His blue eyes flickered to the driver before back out the window seeing that they were already here, great. The faster he gets in here, the faster he can go home and go to sleep. “I’ll be back soon.” The words were low and more as though they were a whisper as he opened the door hoping out of the backseat.

He closed the door with a slam before walking toward the front of the school shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants and dragging his feet as he went. A loud groan escaped his soft lips as he yanked open the front door before stomping inside and to the front office “C’mon Ruka! You know me, I used to pick Megumi and Tsumiki up all the time!” A loud voice caught him off guard as he stood still staring through the glass watching as you leaned against the counter talking to the secretary that Satoru had talked to probably a thousand times.

You were probably the one who was yelling “I’m sorry miss. It’s the new rules for the two.” Ruka said sweat-dropping as she waved her hands, Satoru opened the glass door and stepped inside allowing it to shut loudly behind him announcing his presence. You turned your head and faced him with a curious look on his face and Satoru swore he felt his heart almost jump out of his chest.

Who the hell were you and why were you so damn pretty? Your plump lips which perfected your expression of confusion, long eyelashes that fluttered as you blinked, beautiful skin, and your ass which was perfect and round. It might’ve just been because you were leaning onto the counter but fuck he still couldn’t help but stare “Oh sorry, did you need to come here?” You asked turning your entire body around to face him with a slightly apologetic look on your pretty face.

Satoru looked away as your eyes met his through his sunglasses that had lowered on his face making his bright blue eyes visible to you, he pushed them back up in an attempt to hide his staring “You’re fine.” He said walking up to the counter next to you feeling your stare on him, at least he wasn’t the only one staring. Not only did you look good, but fuck you smelled good too.

Satoru then remembered what you had said before he walked into the office, how did you know Megumi and Tsumiki? He had never seen you a day in his life. He couldn’t exactly say he never heard your name because he doesn’t even know your name but he wanted to know it…it might’ve been bad that he didn’t want to know it to know how you know his adopted children and were trying to pick them up and instead so he could at least attempt to flirt with you.

He turned to you leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand “How do you know Megumi and Tsumiki?” You seemed to be taken aback by his words probably wondering how he knew those two, probably just as confused as he was asking the same questions he was in his head. But probably not the one about him wanting to see how you would look in shorts.

He wasn’t just thinking about that, he was just thinking about you. Nothing too specific, whatever came to his mind about you. It’s like the moment you turned around to face him, you put him in some type of trance where he was fascinated with you and everything that related to you. Your eyes trailed from his face, down and then back up at his face and he looked away from you glad that his glasses were concealing that slightest bit of flusteredness in his eyes.

Was it getting hotter in here or was it just him? Or was it you?

“It’s hard to explain, I’m sorta like their step-mom but me and their dad were never like married or anything.” You explained leaning back against the counter. Satoru felt himself get even more hot from nervousness, fuck were you talking about Toji? The man he killed? Shit.

Making a move on the girlfriend of the guy he killed was not…morally right. But when has Satoru ever done anything considered morally right by anyone other than himself? Toji was a dick anyway. “I came back looking for Toji but I can’t find him anywhere so I came to check on them to see if they were okay.” Satoru almost felt bad for killing that piece of shit by the way you were talking. Your tone was laced with concern and he couldn’t make out whether it was for Toji or the kids, probably both but he didn’t want it to be for Toji.

He wondered how a guy like him could score a girl like you. Such a pretty girl deserves so much better than some trash like that, if Satoru had met you earlier maybe even when you were with Toji, he would’ve swept you right off your feet and taken you away but it wasn’t too late to do that.

Satoru hummed turning his head away from you, were you that girlfriend Megumi and Tsumiki told them about? The one that broke up with Toji but they loved? You might’ve been.

He remembers the two of them telling them all about this girl, how nice she was, how they thought of her as their mama sometimes, and how much they missed her and wished Toji didn’t break up with her. She would stay by their side in their beds until they went to sleep, and she’d cook them meals instead of just ordering takeout, she was practically their mother and they missed her so dearly. That woman was definitely you. He could just tell off the vibes he got from you.

Satoru nodded toward Rika as she already knew what he was here for and she started typing on her computer “So, how do you know them?” Satoru glanced at you. How was he going to explain this to you? It was hard enough explaining to Megumi and Tsumiki a lie about their dad so he didn’t have to tell them what he did, what would he tell a grown adult who wouldn’t fall for a lie unless it was a convincable one?

You were Toji’s ex-girlfriend too so you’d probably be looking for answers to where he went too “Uh, I’m their guardian. I adopted them ‘cause Toji isn’t here.” Your mouth opened wider and so did your eyes.

“Really? You look so young! Young people never want to adopt kids…I can’t really see anyone adopting Megumi either, he’s not really easy to get close with.” Hell yeah, you were right about that. Megumi was a little shit and a pain in Satoru’s ass but to be fair, he was probably just as much as a pain.

Satoru let out a small chuckle as he lowered his head to peer up at you without the tint of his sunglasses “Same with you. I’d never imagine a girl like you coming back to take care of kids.” He said not thinking about what he said but when he did, he mentally cursed himself for being so careless with his flirting. You probably thought he was insulting you with that ‘girl like you’ comment.

He gets close to a pretty girl and for once in his life, he chokes and doesn’t think about what the hell he’s saying when he’s attempting to flirt “What do you mean girls like me?” He was waiting for that question. Satoru chuckled nervously as he pulled at the collar of his button-up again, it was really hot in here now. He felt like he was being burned at the stake like he had been accused of witchcraft.

“I mean a young and pretty girl.” He saw a smile form on your lips he had been staring at for probably the whole time you guys have been talking and it made him smile, fuck he needed you. Not just fucking you, well that too but he needed to get to know you, he needed to take you out on a date and maybe another one after that.

Megumi was not kidding when he said that you were the best woman he’d ever met other than his own mother because Satoru was really close to saying that himself “You can talk to Megumi and his sister when they come down here.” Satoru said walking over to the chairs before plopping down in one leaning back against the back of the small chair and placing his arms behind his head for some type of comfort. Man, he fucking hated waiting in these chairs only to get glared at by Megumi for interrupting him in the middle of his finger-painting.

“For real? Thanks.” Your words triggered silence between the two of you and the rest of the room except for the phones ringing and the clacking of the keyboards coming from the many secretaries in the room.

In complete honesty, if someone asked Satoru why he was doing this and letting you speak to the two children, he wouldn’t know what to say. He knows why, he has two reasons but one of them he can’t exactly say because it’d make him seem like a bad person, and sadly; if someone asked him that question, that reason would be the first thing he’d think of responding with because it was the main reason.

He mainly did it because he wanted another reason to talk to you again. Maybe after talking to Megumi and Tsumiki, you’d ask for his number so you could keep conversing with the children and maybe, just maybe if he played his cards right, that could end up with you agreeing to go on a date with him. Sure, he felt bad that you didn’t know where Toji was and what happened to him and wanted to check on if the kids were okay and that’s another reason why he told you that but anyone who saw how cute you looked would’ve had that idea of a date in their head too!

Satoru failed to realize that you were staring at him from his gaze being focused on the ceiling lights lost in his thoughts. You were just as lost in your thoughts as he was.

You wondered what happened to Toji that made Megumi and Tsumiki need a guardian to take care of them. Why didn’t he call you? You would’ve gladly taken them in. You didn’t know what happened but you had a few ideas that didn’t make you panic immediately.

You knew how Toji was with money and the jobs he’d do. Whenever you two were together, he’d leave for a job that was probably in another city or something and leave you with Megumi and Tsumiki so maybe that’s what was going on right now except it was a different country or something? But that wouldn’t make sense, he would’ve come back and at least still asked you to look after the kids.

But maybe he just left. Maybe he left because he just wanted to? “Hey, if you don’t mind…can I ask how you became their new dad?” You asked blinking at Satoru admiring his long eyelashes that matched his snow-white hair, he was a pretty guy. Especially his eyes. You wished you had them.

“It’s kind of a long story…Toji left shortly after I met him, I don’t know why. He never said anything to anyone and just left.” Satoru said making up a lie quickly as he continued to talk, he had no idea what this Toji guy was like even after taking in his kids and he didn’t know if he was the type to just disappear but he sure fucking hoped so because this was the best he could come up with on short notice.

When he glanced at you, you didn’t look suspicious of his words or anything. You looked like you were waiting for him to continue not a clue in the world that he was spewing lies into your ear “One day I just ran into Megumi and thought he looked like Toji and knew he was that fucker’s kid so…now we’re here.” Satoru hoped you wouldn’t prod for any more questions about the story because he didn’t think he’d be able to continue to lie to your face when you were looking at him like that.

You let out a groan closing your eyes and leaning back in your seat “Ugh. He could’ve at least said something to me before leaving! I would’ve come and gotten them.” You grumbled turning your head to look back at Satoru with tired eyes clearly annoyed. He almost let out a sigh of relief that you believed his fib but he stopped himself quickly covering it up with an agreeing laugh.

His nervousness then came right back when your annoyed look dropped and you just stared at him looking him up and down once more taking in his stature and his outfit “Where did you come from? You look like a business guy.” You asked with a laugh sitting up in your chair and bringing a finger up to tap on his tie. He wished you used it to grab his chin for a kiss.

“Just a dinner with a friend.”

“She a cute girl?”

“He’s a guy.”

With that, he saw your smile turn into not only a friendly smile but a smile that showed interest in him. That wasn’t even supposed to be a part of his flirting but hell it was working so he couldn’t even complain. Maybe he should start wearing suits more often when going to places he knows hot girls would be at because clearly, it was working for him.

Satoru wished you’d say something else, maybe how he was hot? Maybe how he was the finest guy you’d ever seen? Just something, anything related to him that’d make the possibility of a date higher than it was and it seemed as though you were going to “Dad!” Oh lord, fuck off Megumi. He just ruined Satoru’s chance of hearing what’d you think about, honestly anything relating to him.

You were definitely a witch. He had just met you and was getting excited over the mere idea of you saying anything relating to him.

Megumi threw open the office door with a glare in his eyes and Tsumiki behind him “I was in the middle of arts and crafts again you jerk!” The child yelled stomping in front of Satoru not even noticing you yet but Tsumiki had and she had the brightest smile on her face.

The girl let out a loud squeal and ran toward you crashing into you and giving you the biggest hug she ever had “(Y/n)! I missed you so much!” Ah…so (Y/n) was your name…a pretty name for a pretty girl, checks out.

Megumi’s gaze turned to yours and he no longer looked so angry “Hey, I miss her too!” He said attempting to hug you too but it didn’t do much as you were sitting and Tsumiki might as well climb on your lap from how she was hugging you “(Y/n)...tell Tsumiki to let me hug you, she’s not being fair!” The black-haired boy shouted as Satoru stood to his feet chuckling under his breath watching as you struggled to stand up and calm Megumi down at the same time.

They must really have loved you. Satoru was starting to understand why too.

You opened your arms wider so that Megumi could hug you too and he wasted no time getting close to your body “Hey guys, how have you been?” You asked leaning down to kiss the foreheads of the two children and Tsumiki was quick to respond with good news but of course, Megumi had to be dramatic. “Good but Gojo is super annoying.” The black-haired boy said rolling his eyes and snuggling his cheek further into your body as Tsumiki let go of you.

He always wanted to be the closest to you. “I’m sure he’s not that bad, I mean you’re living with him and eating right?” Megumi sighed and nodded a bit. “Speaking of, I think you need to go.” You said awkwardly looking up at Satoru from the little boy who seemed just as shocked at your words as the younger two were.

“No! Stay for dinner please!” Tsumiki shouted throwing her hands in the air and squeezing her eyes shut. Megumi’s hold on your shirt tightened at your words clearly with no intent of letting you go “Oh…well, if Gojo wouldn’t mind?” You said with a light chuckle looking at the albino-haired male who merely pushed his glasses up on his face with a smile growing on his face.

“Of course, I don’t mind. And just call me Satoru.” He said as a smile grew on your lips at his agreement while Tsumiki yelped for joy as she jumped up and down. You leaned down a bit and forced Megumi away from your body despite his noises of complaint and grabbed his hand “So shall we go now?” Satoru smiled at you as he grabbed Tsumiki’s small hand nodding.

Wow, you were really cute. Motherly, hot and nice? You were practically the perfect woman and he wanted you and all that perfection. Good thing you were Tsumiki and Megumi’s mama huh?

Satoru stood in the kitchen texting Nanami about some mission that he had to go on tomorrow whilst he waited for you to get back from convincing Tsumiki and Megumi to take a nap. Satoru had listened to them complain all afternoon about how they didn’t want to go to sleep and wanted to stay up and talk with you but he and you both knew that they needed to take a nap. They’d be tired all day otherwise.

Once he heard footsteps leading to where he was, he shut his phone and shoved it in his pocket wanting to give you his undivided attention “That took forever.” You muttered dragging your feet as you walked into the kitchen leaning against the dining room table that was centered in the room. Satoru chuckled lightly crossing his arms against his chest his eyes locked on you “What? They try and drag you into the bed?” He asked his glasses moving lower on his face allowing you to his blue irises again.

“Yeah…Megumi thought I’d be gone when he woke up.” You said running your hand up to the nape of your neck rubbing at it awkwardly feeling bad about leaving him and Tsumiki in the first place but it’s not like it was your fault. Toji was the one that always created problems to argue about and you just couldn’t take it anymore after so many times being off and on with him.

Satoru raised an eyebrow at that “He actually told you that?” In all the time he had known Megumi, he had never been open with his feelings not even to Tsumiki. It’s not like he wouldn’t show when he’s upset or tell someone but he wouldn’t actually say what’s wrong and would just kinda dance around it hinting at what was wrong. “No. He told me not to leave when he’s sleeping.” You said with a laugh.

Satoru loved your laugh. Since all four of you walked out of the school, you had been smiling and laughing with not only the kids but with him too and it never failed to make him do the same just because he heard it.

Satoru watched as you looked him up and down as silence filled the room for just a second before you opened your mouth “You got any wine?” Satoru’s grin widened at this. Oh, he knew having an unreasonably large collection of wine would NOT go to waste no matter what Geto or Nanami said.

“Oh, do I? I got a whole collection.” He said a little more excited than you expected which made you laugh again “Oh really? Got any white wine then?” Satoru smacked his teeth rolling his neck with the same smile on his face planting a hand on his hip.

He looked at you again with lidded eyes as if he was challenging you “Come on, give me something hard.” Satoru said teasingly making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hm…J.S. Terrantez?”

“Sweetheart.” You perked up at the nickname your face getting a bit hot “I told you to give me something hard.” Satoru finished as you stared at him shocked at the name he gave you and the fact that he was hinting at his collection being extremely pricey. You had an idea that Satoru was a bit wealthy from his house, his car, a designated driver, and the way he dressed but this was a surprise to you.

“Okay then. What about Domaine Leroy?” You questioned pushing away your flustered feelings but they quickly returned with the look he gave you “Got the whole collection. Is that what you want?” Butterflies appeared in your stomach at his words and the tone he used and you got stiff staring at him your feeling unable to be hidden.

“No…Haha. I can’t drink something expensive like that, champagne is fine.” You answered nervously laughing watching as Satoru pushed his shades up shoving his hands in his pockets afterward “Great. I’ll get it, the glasses are in that cabinet.” He said pointing at one of the cabinets behind you before wandering to the pantry turning his back to you allowing you to let out the breath you were holding.

Satoru had made you feel some type of way from the moment you saw him because of his attractiveness but him talking to you like that, looking at you like that made butterflies fly around in your stomach as if they were trapped and a heat grow in between your legs wanting to be relieved with a bit of friction.

But you couldn’t just start rubbing your thighs or dive your hand in your panties to relieve it right now, you were talking with Satoru and if he caught sight of your thighs rubbing against each other nearly causing a fire with the friction it was causing would embarrass you to death and you’d actually run out of the house if that happened.

He was so cute and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him. You wanted to at least get maybe one date with him.

Your hands grabbed at two champagne glasses before walking back over to the counter setting one down on the surface of the wood table and waiting for the blue-eyed man to return and he did in no time holding a large bottle of Champagne the cork already in his hand “You think Megumi and Tsumiki will be upset when you leave?” Satoru asked beginning to pour the sparkling wine into your cup and then his.

The champagne tickled your throat fizzing as you took a sip from the cup a small snort came from your throat “I think Megumi will try and come with me and Tsumiki will weigh me down by holding my leg.” You replied as if it was common knowledge and it was. Satoru just asked to make more small talk.

He shrugged his shoulders placing the bottle on the table and grabbing his glass “You could always spend the night.” Satoru offered placing his lips at the rim of the glass and you grinned at him. You both clearly liked that idea.

You now took notice of the position you were in right now. Your lower back was pressed against the edge of the table and Satoru was right in front of you just one step closer to his body pressing against yours “You can take my bed.” Satoru said taking off his shades and putting them on the table.

“I couldn’t do that. I’ll just sleep on the couch.” You said shrugging. It was highly unlikely you’d sleep on the couch, Tsumiki and Megumi would probably ask you to sleep in their room in either of their beds that you definitely could not fit in. If you did end up on the couch, they’d be cuddled up next to you. Maybe Satoru would be there too.

“I can’t have a pretty lady sleeping anywhere but the bed, can I?” The albino-haired man said making you quirk an eyebrow staring at him “You tell every girl they’re pretty just to get them in your sheets?” You questioned taking another sip from your cup but this one was long. Practically downing the entire cup only leaving a little sip left.

Satoru shook his head as he set his glass on the table “Girls don’t approach me as often. Megumi and Tsumiki are always with me.” You faked a pout pushing your bottom lip out far peering at him with fake innocence through your eyelashes “Aw, so sad.” You teased making Satoru look at you questioningly tongue poking out to like his bottom lip.

“What about you? I bet hundreds of guys swarm you like bees so why you back looking for their dad?” The man asked. It wasn’t a question to throw you off, it wasn’t a question to tease you, it was an honest question that he wanted an answer to. There were so many guys in Japan that were hot, cute, and nice but you settled for Toji and you’re still coming back? Maybe if Satoru had met you a little earlier, when Toji was still alive, you would’ve left that sack of shit and stayed with him. Satoru wouldn’t have you leaving constantly and coming back, you wouldn’t have to leave not once with him.

Satoru would treat you like a princess–no, like a goddess.

Another shrug from your shoulders confused Satoru more “I don’t like trying new things. Toji isn’t new.” It wasn’t a lie. Nice guys were so hard to find nowadays…Toji wasn’t even a nice guy, to be frank. Well sometimes he was but not all the time and sometimes was better than never…Satoru seemed like a nice guy though.

Taking care of kids that weren’t his, letting you come over, letting you drink. He was kind. You liked that. “New things aren’t that bad, you just gotta try the right ones,” Satoru said. His voice dropped an octave as his volume lowered as if he was keeping it a secret and you liked that a lot too. A shiver ran down your spine as you grinned at him “Are you the right one, Satoru?” Fuck, you were doing things to him just from that sentence alone.

The way you said his name, how you looked at him when you said it after throwing back what was left in that cup. Everything about you drove him crazy. You were like Aphrodite’s daughter. Such a beautiful woman, so nice, so amazing, he needed all of that now. Right fucking now.

“You want me to be?” He asked growing closer to you, his lips close to yours. His strong cologne filling your nostrils was hypnotizing you. You nodded remaining eye contact with him “Yeah.” You didn’t give Satoru a chance to speak after that and connected your lips placing your palm on the nape of his neck.

Satoru’s hand went to your thigh rubbing up and down getting so close to your core but he didn’t touch your crotch. His fingers remained on your thigh only to tease you. The kiss grew deeper and more bedraggled turning into a makeout very quickly making the heat between your legs grow larger like a house fire.

As your lips moved together like swans in a dance, you felt Satoru buck his hips slightly and you grinned into the kiss knowing what he wanted. The kiss had barely been going on for five minutes and he was already rock hard wanting more, he had wanted you from the start. All day and was just aching for your touch.

Your lips journeyed to his jawline after a while marking your territory with sloppy pecks but instead of going to his neck, you went toward his ear to whisper a request. A simple request to relieve the ache between your thighs and the raging boner in his pants.

“Wanna fuck me?” Your fingers were fast and found their way to his belt tugging at it lightly. You backed away from his ear to make eye contact with him and he looked delighted with your request “Wow, I expected you to last a little longer without it.” Satoru spoke teasingly with that stupid fucking grin on his face that you just rolled your eyes at. Your hand went down and you grabbed his boner through his pants making him gasp into your ear “You want to or not? Seems like you do.” You teased as he bucked his hips into your hand making you grin widely.

Satoru nodded “Fuck yes.” He muttered pushing you back into the table with his hands resting on your hips. He then slid you easily on top of the table running his hands up and down your thighs “Will you let me, beautiful?” He questioned as his hands grew closer to your core spreading your legs very slowly and subtly. Nodding your head in agreement, you put your hands on his shoulders with a lustful look on your face.

Your fingers trailed up to his belt and you began to unbuckle it before sliding his slacks down with his Calvin Klein boxers following. You almost got surprised by how fast it sprung out and slapped against his clothed abdomen with pre-cum leaking from the slit on his bright pink tip showing how horny he was. This wasn’t just from barely five minutes of kissing, he had wanted you from the start. Since you met him.

So needy.

A small chuckle came from your lips “So big, y’know what to do with all that?” You asked with a flirty smile and of course, Satoru had to mirror it except his look was different. His blue eyes held an insane amount of need but that’s all you could read, there was more that you couldn’t figure out what lay behind those bright blue irises that hypnotized you. “Of course I do, you know how to take it?” His voice triggered a shake in your legs that you were sure he felt because of how his smile grew.

You didn’t respond verbally and only meekly nodded at his question while spreading your legs further for him. Satoru was quick to undress your lower half and stare at your pussy that was clenching around nothing as if he was calculating how that tight little hole would fit all of him. He held onto your hips as he angled himself with your pussy before pushing in slowly while making eye contact with you and it was that look in his eyes again that got you. As you breathed heavily at his girthy cock stretching your walls out, you couldn’t look away from his eyes.

The feeling of his veins sliding against your walls made small moans leave your mouth and you put your face into his shoulder grabbing at his tie with one of your hands tightly “Thought you said you could take it?” Satoru hummed in amusement at your actions but you huffed in response before lifting your face just a bit so he could hear you loud and clear “Start moving.” You didn’t want to defend yourself by arguing, you just wanted him to start fucking you.

Satoru chuckled a bit “I’m at your command, sweetheart.” He spoke before beginning to thrust in and out of you at a slow and gentle pace. He knew you weren’t adjusted to him yet, you weren’t as secretive as you thought. Satoru would love to say that he could see right through you but he couldn’t. He could only see that pretty pussy of yours and he knew exactly what it wanted and what it needed.

You removed your face from his shoulder and kissed him sloppily to block the moans that were going to leave your mouth. You didn’t want to wake up the entire city with your whorish moans especially not the kids. Your hold on his tie was still tight dragging him down to hover above you as you two swapped spit.

“Fuck me like you want to.” You whispered into the messy and needy kiss you shared with Satoru. You felt him smile into the kiss but he didn’t reply; not like he needed to because his rhythm immediately got faster and his mushroom tip hit your cervix harshly. Your eyes squeezed shut at the rough fucking and your toes curled. You felt like you were going to fucking explode already.

Satoru broke the kiss and began to spread pecks all over your jaw, chin, and neck making sure to mark his property with teeth marks by nipping at your flesh like he was ready to devour you on the spot and he wanted to. That’s how much Satoru wanted you all day. He had you now and was getting ready to eat you whole.

The table creaked with the movement of your connected bodies and it echoed throughout the silent house, well as silent as it was with the small yelps that escaped your mouth quicker than your sweaty palm could slap across your swollen lips “Mhm! Fuck…” You moaned behind your hand barely able to keep your eyes open from how fast his body was moving against yours. If the table broke in half right here, you’d probably still ask him to keep going. It was the only thing you could mutter out.

“Feel good beautiful?” Satoru asked lowly into your ear as your walls fluttered around him with your legs wrapping themselves around his waist tightly just wanting to shut your thighs from the overload of pleasure you felt. “Fucking amazing.” Your words came out more of a whine that was more like blabber.

“Good…fuck. So damn tight.” Satoru mewled into your skin as he continued to kiss and bite the sensitive skin of your neck. Satoru could barely move from you tight you were getting around him because of how close you were to cumming all over his dick and his pelvis, you were dangling right over the edge.

One hit to your g-spot and you were sent over that edge. Way over.

You bit into his shoulder harshly as you squirted all over him. Dampening his pelvis and getting a bit on his pants didn’t bother him and neither did your orgasm because he kept fucking going. He went faster actually “Loosen up. Can barely fucking move.” Satoru delivered a harsh slap to your bare thigh that was louder and more intense than he thought it would be. You whined in response and let yourself fall back against the rough material of the table.

Lying there coming down from your high as Satoru continued to fuck into you with no remorse. You were like a doll lying there just for his use except for the occasional whimper of his name “Satoru…feels so fucking good.” The man grinned as sweat bullets ran down his forehead. He was deadset on blowing the biggest load ever into your pussy. “Toji ever put a baby in you?” You shook your head negatively at his question and he immediately perked up as if he had gotten an energy boost. He was fucking glowing at your response. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.” The albino-haired man said out of breath as his nails continued to dig deeper into your flesh nearly drawing blood as he twitched inside of you.

Satoru bit into your neck as you did with his shoulder moaning loudly as he blew his thick ropes of white into you. Painting your walls all white and making your body shake rapidly at the feeling of being filled with such a warm liquid. Your eyes fluttered open and you hazily peered up at the sweaty male who was pulling out of you watching as his cum immediately began to flood out and drip onto the table and kitchen floor.

You sat up with a groan wincing slightly, still breathing deeply “We shouldn’t eat on this table.” You said filling the silence and his piercing blue gaze flickered up to meet yours as he nodded.

“Definitely not.”

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