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#hi cuties! just doing a quick little check-in since it's been a minute ✨ #still not really checking tumblr cause there's just too much going on and i'm trying to find some joy here getting settled in a new home! #i do check here and there though so if you wanna hit up the IMs i'll for sure get back to you!! 💕 #ANYWHO: things are going okay! kinda same old but just trying to enjoy what i can and take a day at a time #started talking to a recruiter today and she was so sweet (and my age which is a bonus) so i'm hoping she'll be a good help ... #... in the old job search (while i keep looking on my own as usual of course) but still! having someone who's JOB it is to search for me?? #feels promising??? i hope! #(even tho in all honesty this job search stuff has been peak deflating and depressing but! we keep movin!) #i'm also super excited that my mom is treating me for xmas/my bday to a trip to london to visit my best friend #(since they weren't actually able to come visit for the holidays sadly) but i think it's gonna be special and healing 😌💕 #i think that covers most of the things!! pretty pleeeease come hit me up on discord!! #i would love to chat and write more there and have servers and all that fun stuff so don't be shy! #love and miss you all so much *big hugs to the dash* #00. // OUT OF AMMO ( OOC POST. )

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welcome home cowboy like me chapter five

he's back!!! and he's putting up DECORATIONS part v is yours, loves. if ya wanna read the first four (!! how did we get here) parts, you can check out my masterlist right here 😊 as always your support means the WORLD to me. i love talking with y'all & hearing your thoughts. lmk what we think of this one!!!

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: joel requests your help to decorate his house for sarah’s return…and a few other things, too

warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! the smut is smutting. oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it the fuck UP), praise kink, lil bit of overstimulation, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), un poco consumption of alcohol, cursing, soft!joel at the end tbh i'm a sucker for him

word count: 5.4k

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It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first. You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second? “I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

The two front legs of your chair scrape against the wooden floor as you lift it to sit down. Your dad had an early finish today, so said he’d cook dinner. From scratch.

He’d refused your help when you offered to keep an eye on the chicken, was more offended when you said you’d cook the asparagus, and now, looking at your scrunched nose as you stare down at the lumpy mashed potatoes, looks just plain insulted.

“Sit, eat, don’t say a word.”

“I offered to help.”

His fork hits off the porcelain plate and he sighs. “I had a lot to tend to, alright?”

“Chicken, asparagus, and…mashed potatoes?” you say, dragging your fork through the mash – though it’s more lump than it is mash.

“Eat. It.”

You tuck in, ignoring the rattle of the table as you tug your knife back and forth to cut the chicken. Your dad’s face reddens as you chew your way through his meal.

“How was work?”

You throw your mouthful back your throat with a gulp and take a big swig of water. “Good,” you try not to choke out, “Sal let me go early ‘cause it was so quiet.”

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Bill was in lookin’ for screws or something. Was Anna who helped him–”

Your sentence is cut short by your dad’s ringtone, and he leans back in his chair to the sideboard behind to retrieve it.

“Yep?” he says, and you know who’s on the other end. Yep? means Joel. “Shoot, I forgot to ask her. Well, she’s right here, gimme a sec.”

He covers the bottom of his phone with his palm, and nods toward you.

“You alright to head over to Joel’s tonight ‘n help ‘im with the house for Sarah comin’ home?”

You narrow your eyes, head tilting. “What…?”

“He’s got some banner or something. Joel, what is it you got? Yeah, a banner. Decorations.”

He cocks an eyebrow and looks at you blankly.

You slowly nod, teeth pulling asparagus off your fork. “I can help.”

“She’ll be over in a bit, Joel. Alright. Alright. Bye, now.”

The phone is thrown onto the table with a clatter. Your dad silently resumes eating.

You clear your throat, trying to sound normal over something you feel very not normal about.

“You volunteerin’ me for things again? I thought we talked about this when you told Rita I’d fix up her flowerbeds for her.”

“Oh, we’re bringin’ up the past, are we?”

“Just sayin’,” you mutter, staring down at your lumpy potatoes.

“Wasn’t me, anyways. Joel asked for you specially this afternoon. Told him you were workin’, he said to ask you when you got back. Was his idea.”

Was it, now? That’s…interesting.

“What time’s he wanting me over?”

“Whenever. He’s in all night.”

Suddenly you’re not so hungry for overcooked chicken and not-mashed potatoes anymore.

You swallow down what you can – what’s edible, anyway – and head upstairs to get ready. Trying to act casual enough that your dad won’t sense your eagerness.

Sure, just grabbing my shoes. I just want the house to look nice for Sarah. It’s really her I’m thinking of. Okay, cool, see you, bye.

You throw a pair of sneakers on, check yourself once over in the mirror, and grab your keys.

“That was quick,” your dad remarks when you reach the bottom of the stairs. He’s still powering through his asparagus.

“Just…wanna get it done. For Sarah, y’know.”

He nods. “You lookin’ forward to havin’ her back? Your ol’ pal?”

“Sure. Alright, I’m off. Don’t wait up.”

You practically throw yourself out the front door before he can get another word in, striding over to your car. You’re thankful when the late sun hits you to only be in sweat shorts and a vest top; it may be seven in the evening, but the heat is still stifling.

You pull up in Joel’s drive and climb out, giving the neighborhood a quick scan as you walk over to the front door, trying not to skip. Being handed an excuse to spend a few hours alone with him in an empty house feels like winning the lottery, you’re a little embarrassed to admit.

Joel’s in the living room laying out the decorations he’s bought when you walk in. He’s wearing a denim shirt and white Rangers tee underneath, his regular old jeans on the bottom.

His Hello is comprised of a glance up, a lift of his eyebrows, and a quick scan over your body as you approach. You take a deep breath to dissipate the bubbling feeling in your stomach.

“So, you asked for me specially, huh?”

He nods. “It was either you or your dad, and his ass ain’t as nice to look at as yours.”

“Oh, nice. Glad to be of service. Looks good,” you muse, nodding downward.

The supplies are sprawled out over the coffee table between you both. A huge banner folded up; the beginning of the word Welcome visible. A few packets of multi-colored streamers, balloons, and other gold and silver colored stuff lay around it.

“Probably won’t use it all,” Joel says, sniffing. “Just wanted to give her a big welcome home.”

“All my dad did was pick me up at the airport,” you scoff.

Joel looks up, misses a beat, then says, “Well, your welcome home gift is me.”

“Ha. Good one. C’mon. Let’s get started.”

You task Joel with blowing up balloons while you balance along the back of his couch to tape streamers to the top of the walls. It’s a struggle, though, since Joel keeps tying balloons and hitting them over to you, aiming for your head. He titters to himself when your hair begins to go static.

“That funny to you?” you yell, whacking the fifth balloon out of your face.

“Yeah,” he chuckles back. “You should see your hair, kid.”

By the time the streamers are suspended from the ceiling, dancing in the breeze from the open windows, Joel’s out of breath and sweating.

“Hard fuckin’ work,” he mutters, taking off his shirt. He throws it onto the couch without looking, but still, you suspect he knows exactly what you’ll do.

With a sideward glance to him, you lean back and fish it from the couch, throwing it over yourself. There’s something intoxicating about wearing his clothes, smelling him all over yourself, feeling the warmth from his body. Joel knows it. When he glances over at you to see his shirt hanging off your shoulders, he smirks.

“I think we deserve a break,” he says, eyes lingering.

When he makes off for the kitchen, you throw yourself down on his couch, head falling back against the soft cushions.

He returns with two beers, handing one down to you before laying back beside you. Your shoulders rub against one another as you both take a swig.

“Your dad really didn’t do nothin’? When you got home?”

“I guess you could say he did the barbecue,” you reply, shrugging.

“The neighborhood barbecue, that everyone takes a turn at hostin’? The same one he had you out buyin’ steaks and soda for, two hours before it started?”

“I don’t need a welcome home party. I am the welcome home party.” Your middle finger meets your thumb and you give your wrist a shake in the air, and Joel laughs.

“You deserve one.”

“You wanna throw me one?”

“Can do. If you want.”

You smile in response.

A few moments of silence pass. Comfortable silence. You lie, temple resting against Joel’s shoulder, listening to the trees in his back yard rustle, the birds singing. Peaceful, tranquil. Content.

You like talking with Joel. You like when he’s doing other stuff to you, sure, but you like just being around him. It’s different to spending time with anyone else his age. They all want to ask about your future, your career, are you dating anyone?

Joel just lets you be. Doesn’t push nothin’, doesn’t make you worry. Just wants to make you feel good.

Both mentally and physically, of course.

“Heard any more from Arthur Kennedy?” you ask, more just to hear his voice again than anything. You’re kinda worried he’s falling asleep over there.

Joel takes a deep breath, starts playing with the label on his beer bottle. “Nope,” he says, taking a quick sip, “and don’t wanna.”

“What is it with him, anyways? Why is he the way he is?”

“Just a dirtbag of a man. You get ‘em, y’know? Ain’t none of us really like him. I was pissed at your dad for askin’ him the other day.”

“What does he say at Frank’s? What kinda talk does he give?”

Joel shakes his head like he doesn’t even want to open his mouth. When you nudge him, he clears his throat and then speaks.

“Just all this, ‘I bagged this chick last week’, ‘I was messin’ ‘round with this little beauty’… ‘Tighter ‘n a’ this, ‘Wetter ‘n a’ that. We all know he’s just talkin’ load. The man’s too old to even get an erection anymore.”

You snort. “I bet I could run rings around ‘im, if I ever caught him talking like that.”

Joel half laughs, but it falls apart when his tone gets quietly serious again.

“Just…do me a favor, and stay away from him,” he says in a soft voice. “You’d have me up all night if I thought him ‘n his sleazy hands were anywhere near you.”

He turns his head to lean his jaw on your hair. You think over what he just said. The thought of Joel, awake all night with worry about some sleazeball being within a four-house radius of you makes your stomach flutter.

The idea of him being worried about you. The thought of what he’d do if he ever caught wind Arthur Kennedy had even so much as looked at you twice.

Before your stomach lurches out of your throat with the butterflies soaring around it, you decide to cut the moment short.

“Where’s the banner goin’?” You lean forward, placing your beer on the coffee table and taking hold of the sign.

“Was thinkin’ on that wall,” Joel nods to the wall across from the living room door, “so it’s the first thing she sees when she comes in.”

“Uhuh,” you reply, nodding.

“C’mere,” he says, standing up. “Climb on.”

“Climb on what?”

“My shoulders. I can’t reach all the way up there, what with the TV in the way and all.”

“You’re, like, six feet.”

“It’s a big banner,” he grumbles, kneeling to let you swing your legs over his shoulders. “C’mon. Up.”

“Pfft, okay, old man.”

“Old–? Did you just–? That’s not even funny.”

Joel straightens up and you clutch your stomach with laughter.

“Will you just get on, baby?”

“Alright, alright. Stay still.”

You carefully mount his shoulders and his steady hands wrap around your knees, holding you in place. You wobble as he straightens his legs, lifting you so high your head brushes off the ceiling.

“Alright, be careful. No sudden movements.”

“Right here?” you ask, positioning it.

“Little to the left,” he groans, craning his neck to see. “Right there, that’s it.”

You push the pin through the banner and into the wall, releasing your breath once it’s secured. Joel slowly shuffles over to the other side where you line it up and do the same there.

Once all four corners are in place, he steps back, your legs still wrapped over his neck, and you both admire your teamwork. Joel’s thumbs are gently rubbing your thighs.

“Looks good, huh?”

“Mhm,” you reply. “Anything else to go up?”

“Nah. That’ll do.”

“You just keepin’ me up here for company, then?” you ask, leaning over to look at his face.

He looks back up at you and snorts. “Sorry, darlin’.”

Joel slowly makes over to the couch and bends a little, letting you dismount him to stand on the leather cushion. You’re only slightly taller than him, even standing on his furniture.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, scanning from your lips down to your chest, curtained by his shirt, then over your stomach and down your legs. You know that look. You’ve seen it enough by now. It means…

“What’s next?” you innocently ask, and his eyes snap back up to your face.

Instead of answering, he steps forward, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you against him. His chin tilts up and you smile as you dip your head, connecting your lips.

You immediately deepen the kiss, feeling Joel’s hunger, and satiating your own, too. Your arms drape over his shoulders, relaxing as his form holds you, allowing you to fold into him.

His arms take a grip of you as he bends at the waist, lowering you both down onto the couch, laughing against each other’s lips. He pulls your thighs apart to lean his hips between yours.

His hands begin exploring your body, feeling from your hips over your breasts, making you moan into the kiss, and settle on the collar of his shirt, pushing the sleeves down your shoulders to remove it. In return, your fingers find the hem of his tee and pull it up over his midriff, hunger growing with each hot second that passes.

He leans back, giving you room to whip the shirt over his head, before his naked torso is back on you. His fingers then dance along the waistband of your shorts, untying them whilst his other hand plays at the hem of your vest.

Your shorts lying loose on your hips, he peels your top off of your body, and your shoulders lift to let it over your head. Joel takes the opportunity while your back is off the couch to unclip your bra, throwing the article to the floor.

“Nice,” you whisper into his mouth, and he chuckles in response.

His bare chest, decorated lightly with dark brown hair, is against yours; his lips move to your neck, biting another mark into the sensitive skin. Your head tilts back and you let out a moan, wanting more, but Joel’s taking his time. He’s making every second count.

You buck your hips against his and he lifts his head, giving you a knowing smirk and obeying your silent request. He begins making his way down, not forgetting to stop off by your tits and run his tongue over your nipples.

Your hands find home in his hair and your back arches some as he caresses the hardened buds, lips forming an O shape to suck on one while tending to the other with his thumb and index finger.

When you whine and your hips lift a second time, he moves across your tummy and toward your lowering shorts.

Eyes glazed with lust, you watch as he yanks them down, your panties the only thing separating you from him now. You hear your shorts hit the floor when he drops them, and places a wet kiss over your clothed cunt.

“Joel,” you moan, head falling back against the cushion. He’s driving you fucking insane.

“Mhm,” he murmurs, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.”

You writhe under his touch; he’s so close, and yet so far.

“Your tongue,” you whimper.

“Huh? Can’t hear you over your moanin’, pretty girl.”

“Fuck– Need your fucking tongue,” you say as clearly as you can, still whining some.

“Good girl.”

He uncovers your soaking cunt and tears – literally, tears – your panties off of your body, balling them up in a tight fist. You gasp, both delighted and relieved, watching him discard the ripped fabric by his side.

Neither of you give a fuck. You’re desperate to feel each other, be on each other, be in each other.

He dips his head to your sex, and drags a long stripe up to your clit, collecting your juices on his tongue as he does. His tongue runs between your folds, swirling around, licking and threatening to dip further, before he lifts away again.

You let out a long moan, hands still tugging at his hair, attempting to push his head harder on your pussy. He doesn’t budge.

“Patience, baby,” he’s whispering, lowering his chin again to place his soft lips against your swollen clit.

He knows what he’s fucking doing – teasing you and making you wait like this. He wants it to build, really build, before you cum. He’s not cutting any corners.

His lips center over your bud, tongue tapping against it as he sucks, and brings his fingers up to sift through your folds. Your cunt aches for him; your hips find rhythm against his mouth as you fuck yourself off of him, and he lets you.

Feeling how wet you are, he plunges two long, curved fingers into your pussy, and your back, sticky with sweat, peels off of the couch for the second time.

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasp, feeling the stretch of his fingers inside you.

He hums against you, the vibrations of his deep voice pleasuring you more. He’s loving it as much as you are; tasting you, hearing you, breathing all of it in like it’s fresh air to his lungs.

Your breathing begins to falter, your chest rising and falling, your entire body ignited by his touch. You’re panting his name over and over, whining every time his fingers hit the spongey walls of your cunt.

He’s so fucking good at this.

He removes his fingers and replaces them with his lips, mouth planted firmly against your pussy. You widen your legs and he pushes down on your thighs, keeping them apart to make room for his jaw against your core, tongue licking between your folds again.

“Tongue,” you remind him.

“I hear ya,” he mumbles, and opens his lips.

His wet tongue slips into your cunt like it’s made to be there. You screw your eyes shut, pushing your upper back into the couch to lift your ass to him. His top lip cups around your clit as he eats you out, moans strumming against your sex, tongue exploring your wet hole.

“I’m close,” you whisper, and he removes his lips for two seconds to tell you to “Keep goin’, baby.”

“Doin’ so well for me,” he laps at your juices, “taste so fucking good, beautiful.”

He inserts his fingers again to bring you nearer your climax, and your mind starts to blank. You know what’s coming.

You can’t even form the shape of his name with your mouth as you draw nearer and nearer to your high; all you can focus on is the feeling of his hand fucking you, pumping in and out of your tight pussy, the way his tongue soaks your clit, the rutting of your hips all over his face.

It’s so fucking filthy, and so fucking good.

When Joel’s voice breaks through the fog in your brain, telling you to “Let go, baby, I’m here,” you obey him.

The edges of the room start to bleed white as your body lifts, fingers gripping onto Joel’s hair, hips digging further into the cushion.

It’s only ten o’clock; for all you know, Joel’s neighbors might be out in their backyard enjoying the warm night breeze. Do you care? Fuck no. You cry his name loud enough that the whole street might hear.

He coaxes you through it, drinking in your orgasm, moaning when your walls lock around his fingers and you cover his tongue in your sweet wet.

He slips his soaked fingers from your core and you whine at the loss; Joel makes up for it by gently massaging your aching clit as you come down, spreading your cum all over you.

“That’s it, baby, did so good. That felt good, huh?”

Still coming to, you don’t reply; you feel his weight back on top of yours, his safe arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“’s okay, darlin’,” he coos as your sight starts to return. He peppers your neck with gentle, wet kisses, bringing you back to earth.

Before even you realize it, your fingers are grasping at his jeans, blindly trying to undo the button and zipper. Joel laughs, lifting his hips to give you better access.

You giggle, loosening them and hauling them past his hips, and he sits up to drag them down his legs and shove them off near your shorts.

“What now, sweet girl?”

Your voice is low, serious. Barely above a whisper.

“Fuck me.”

He almost looks taken aback. As if he never thought he’d hear those words escape your lips. Like he’d been pushing you, further and further, expecting you to always hold back, always bounce back from the edge.

And here you are, clutching his arms and hauling him over with you.

It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first.

You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second?

“I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

Joel’s eyes darken just as his huge cock bounces free from his underwear.

He’s watching your lips breathe out the words like it’s all he ever wanted to hear, all he’s thought about since that first night with your hands on his thighs, looking up at him so innocently.

Just waiting to be fucking ruined by him.

You slur the words again. “F-fuck me.”

“Yeah? ‘s that what you want?”

“Mhm.”

He’s kneeling over you now, helping you tug the underwear down his legs, precum-coated tip of his cock drawing circles on your stomach.

When he’s fully naked, he presses his body against yours, speaking to you between hot, wet kisses.

“You sure you can take it, pretty girl?”

“I’m sure,” you reply, lust taking over any remnants of your orgasm. Just fucking fuck me.

Joel’s hips raise, and he looks down to guide his cock to your hole. You bring your knees up, positioning them just under his biceps.

“Good,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re so wet that when he runs his shaft through your folds, slicking himself up, his tip kisses the entrance of your cunt, drawing a gasp from you and a growl from Joel. You’re desperate for him to just slide in, make himself at home where he belongs, between your hips.

And when he does, it’s fucking euphoric.

He’s big. You knew this already. But feeling him inside you is different.

He pushes in halfway first, letting you get used to him.

“Okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod; your voice catches in your throat as he falls out of you, just to thrust in again and let his cock dive through your soaked, swollen folds straight into your warm cunt.

He’s so big that when he bottoms out inside you for the first time, your mouth falls open wordlessly, and your brain shuts down for a few minutes. Nothing but the feeling of him slipping in and out of your cunt slowly, fucking you dumb.

When he knows you can take him, he picks up the pace, dragging his hips back and forth against yours, filling you up until his tip kisses the edge of your cervix, and pulling out until he’s between your folds again.

You’re holding onto his shoulders like you’re hanging off a cliff edge. The feeling of his hot skin under your arms is the only thing keeping you grounded right now; the pressure between your legs with each thrust of his huge cock threatening to pull you off the edge of the abyss.

When his voice breathes in your ear between his groans, you snap back to reality. Thighs burning, nails scratching, pussy throbbing reality.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Let me hear you, pretty girl, tell me how good it feels.”

He’s going faster still, balls smacking against your ass every time he bottoms out, sighs and whimpers passing your lips.

You whine his name, telling him, “Harder,” and he obliges, hips snapping ever stronger. His pubic bone grinds against your clit as he thrusts, the pressure spreading spots of pure bliss across your vision.

You look down to where your bodies connect, mesmerized by the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you. It turns you on even more.

“We look good, huh?” his voice lulls from above, and you look back up to find him watching you.

He dips his head and kisses you, and you start to near your second high.

“Joel,” you mewl, the feeling so good you can’t even form the words to tell him.

He knows, anyway.

“So good, baby,” he’s panting, sweaty forehead leaning against yours, “gonna cum all over me again?”

You nod, eyes screwing shut. He’s fucking you so good you’re barely remembering to breathe.

“Let go, darlin’, let me hear you,” he whispers, and you fold.

Joel bites into the crook of your neck and lets out a loud groan as he feels your pussy clamp around him. He fucks you through it, only slowing for a few seconds to let it wash over you, then picks the pace straight back up when you quieten and your breathing calms.

You’re so fucking overstimulated, but he’s not done, and you know what he wants. You want something, too. Maybe you two could work together.

“Joel?”

“Mhm?” He’s gone quiet, chasing his own high. You hear his breathing stammer when you say it.

“Want you to do it from behind.”

“Beh–” He’s almost gasping for breath, but when he understands what you mean, he wastes no time.

Wordlessly, he loosens his grip on you and pushes himself up, dick slipping out. You moan at the feeling of emptiness as it pulls out of you.

He gives you space to turn over, helping you move further up the couch with steady hands on your hips. When you settle, he lifts your ass up.

“Not gonna last long, baby,” he tells you, and you nod. Your right ear lies flat, sweat sticking you to the leather, hands splayed out above your head gripping the cushions.

You feel him line up again, his thighs against yours. Your breathing jilts as his head pushes in, followed by his shaft, filling you up, deeper and deeper until his balls kiss your clit.

You let a deep moan pass your lips. Joel groans, hips leaving your ass, only to smack into them again as he fucks you even deeper from this position.

He’s stretching you out more than you thought possible, cock spearing into you, tears swelling across your half-shut eyes. The feeling, the pain, too good to ask him to stop, but so overwhelming you can feel every thought, every instinct, every other feeling, leave your body with every thrust.

Joel’s all you know. He’s all you want to know.

Your legs start to give, and he places his rough hands on your waist to hold you up, pumping in and out of you at a punishing pace.

“Joel…” you whine.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m there, too.”

You feel his weight pushing on the back of your thighs and open your eyes to see him leaning over you, hands placed either side of your head. You lace your fingers with his and let him fuck you, totally mindless to everything around you except for the man at your ass, pummeling his dick inside you so deep your cunt is aching.

It pushes you over the edge.

Your walls squeeze his dick, threatening to pull him over with you. Your vision blanks for the third time tonight; what energy you have left is poured into the filthy cry which escapes your lips as Joel’s hard cock splits you open.

“So tight, baby, good fuckin’ girl.”

Joel begins to falter, his thrusts become sloppy, and he pushes your ass off of him so not to finish inside you. You kinda feel disappointed, wishing he’d just stay inside and fill you to the brim with his cum.

Joel gives himself a couple more strokes before you feel his seed coat your ass, warm, dripping down the small of your back and the underside of your thighs.

You moan at the feeling of him spilling all over you, the grunts he lets slip as his orgasm washes over him. You smile dumbly at the thought that you’re the one doing this to him; you’re the one covered in his cum. You’re his, even if it’s only in this moment.

He’s panting behind you. He almost collapses on top of your back, propping himself on his elbows to keep some of his weight off.

He gently leans down and nuzzles his nose against your ear, eliciting a quiet giggle from you.

“You okay?” he breathes.

You nod. “Better than okay.”

“You sore?”

“A little.”

“Baby…” he coos, and pushes himself up.

You sigh as his weight leaves you, and you hear his footsteps pad into the kitchen. You stay put, in part to keep from staining Joel’s couch with…well, Joel, but mostly because you’re too fucked-out to even move. Too fucked to feel your thighs, your back, never mind between your legs.

Joel returns with paper towel, and softly wipes from your back to your thighs, cleaning up his mess. He massages your muscles as he goes, and your eyes shut over with the sweet feeling.

When he’s done, he rolls you over and takes hold of your ankle, pulling you down the leather to his grasp, where he puts his tee over your head and helps you feed your arms through the sleeves. The Rangers logo sits just below your chest.

He pulls his boxers back on, before taking your outstretched arms and scooping you up in his. Your head falls limp in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

He carries you, completely dazed and fucked, out of the living room and upstairs. He makes a right at the top, down the dim hallway, past the same closet he went down on you in just two days ago, toward a door at the end. He knocks it open and takes you through.

Even in your half-sleeping state, you know exactly where you are. You’re in Joel’s bedroom.

You’ve been in here before, maybe only a couple times, when Sarah’s needed something or you’ve accompanied your dad to help repair something for Joel, but it feels different now.

It’s dark, the sun almost set on the other side of the house and the streetlights’ glow a burning orange right above Joel’s headboard.

He carries you over to the left side of the bed and lays you down in his soft sheets. He tucks you under the comforter and bends to place a long, tender kiss on top of your head.

You begin to swim in and out of sleep, waking to find him folding your clothes into a neat pile by the bedside, then again to watch him set a glass of water on the nightstand.

Your eyes are glued shut with exhaustion when you feel him lift the duvet behind you and slip in, taking your waist under his forearm and pulling you flush against his frame.

You listen to the faint sound of a cell phone dialing, and then hear his voice; soft, hushed, but still normal Joel.

“Hey, man. Yeah, no, everything’s fine. We were pretty late finishin’ up with these decorations, and then The Shining was on TV, so we stayed up to watch it. She’s pretty exhausted. I let her take Sarah’s room, I hope that’s okay?”

Your dad’s voice is faint down the line as you begin to drop off in Joel’s arms.

“Sure thing, thanks, Joel. You kick her out first thing, you hear? Don’t want her holdin’ you up for gettin’ Sarah.”

When you hear him slide his cell back onto his nightstand, you mumble something incoherent into his arm.

“What, darlin’?” Joel asks, head lifting to hear you better.

“I said, great welcome home party. Thanks.”

His lips press lightly on your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. Whatever it is he says, you don’t hear it, already long gone to a deep, comfortable sleep.

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[irisintheafterglow]

Hiii! Im obsessed with your coparenting megumi series. You write all the characters so well!! Are you planning on writing more for it? No pressure just curious! <3

hi anon, thank you for the love !!! and i absolutely will continue writing coparenting megumi, so here's a new little installment :)) hopefully it's not too late in the winter for ice skating <3

cw: swearing, fluff

in hindsight, you didn't expect them to get so invested in the winter olympics. you'd turned on the channel for megumi and tsumiki to watch while you made dinner, unaware of tsumiki's sudden fascination with the world of ice skating. megumi, ever the little brother he was, begrudgingly watched with his sister but took note of how her face lit up as the skaters danced across the ice. when she burst into the kitchen, slipping and sliding across the floorboards with her fuzzy snowman socks, she could barely sputter out what she wanted this weekend's adventure to be.

"i want to go ice skating," she declared after she caught her breath, grinning so widely that it'd probably hurt her cheekbones. "please." a moment later, megumi slides into the kitchen with half as much grace as his sister but still nodding as enthusiastically.

"where'd this come from?" you smile and tap the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot. "you wanna go to the olympics like the people on tv?"

"that's in the future," tsumiki says matter-of-factly. "first, i need to get more comfortable with balancing on one foot, like a ballerina."

"ballerinas also take classes," you point out. "do you wanna start taking skating lessons? i can talk to satoru and see if-" you're immediately cut off by frantic shouts of please! and i'll do the dishes for a year! that echo off of the cupboards and disturb the peace of your neighbors.

so here you were, freezing your ass off and crisscrossing your laces over the front of your ankle, tying it into a tight bow before checking on the kids. it'd been a few weeks since tsumiki started her lessons, and you were finally able to line up you and satoru's schedules for a free day to take the whole 'family' skating. tsumiki, as expected, is practically bouncing from excitement with her skates already laced and ready to go; megumi, on the other hand, stares at the supposed shoes of death and looks as apprehensive as an emperor penguin hiking an active volcano. though he was willing to watch skating with his sister, you found that getting him to step onto any uneven surface was nearly impossible. your boyfriend is nowhere to be found after mumbling something about dinner not sitting right in his stomach and racing to the bathroom, leaving you to help tsumiki drag her little brother onto the ice.

but, she's gone as soon as her blades hit the ice and it's like you threw a caught tuna back into the ocean. there's no hesitation in the flow of her feet as they propel her forward, carefully crossing over one another around a tight turn. she'd improved astronomically since the first lesson you brought her to, even going so far as to lift one of her legs slightly off the ground and continue to glide.

"are we sure this is safe?" megumi's mumbles are barely audible as he white-knuckle grips the edge of the walls, his feet slowly making unsteady progress. you skate alongside him, not as confidently as tsumiki but not as shakily as megumi. "how many people have died while ice skating?"

"i don't know, but i guarantee you will not be one of them," you reassure him while his left hand finds a home in your right glove. a quick glance around the rink reveals satoru nowhere to be found and tsumiki cautiously practicing a spin in the middle of the ice. "you're doing great, bud. just focus on yourself and don't worry about anyone else."

"what if they knock me over?"

"i won't let them knock you over."

"but what if they try?"

"megumi, you have survived scarier things than assholes at an ice rink. just-"

a whoosh! of cold air flies past your left shoulder and you're about to curse out whoever sped past you when you catch tsumiki with her hands raised in celebration, cheering. your eyes adjust and finally recognize the shape of your boyfriend speeding around the rink, weaving between couples and eventually coming to a hockey-stop right next to you. you're shocked, to say the least, and the first thing that comes out of your mouth after you laugh surprises him.

"what the hell are you wearing?"

"it's my skating gear," he replies, giving you a lopsided smile. "surprised?"

"incredibly," you snort, taking note of the way the long-sleeved compression shirt hugged his muscles and highlighted the shoulders you ever-so-lovingly liked to bite. you knew he'd skated when he could during high school, saying something about wanting his aesthetic to match his hair, but you'd dismissed the idea without a second thought. you guessed he was counting on you to doubt his skating ability. "i can't say i don't like it, though."

"ew," megumi mutters from behind you and satoru peeks over your shoulder to find his unofficial son continue to struggle on the ice.

"hey, bud! you doing okay?" satoru's question is met with another grumble and he shrugs, undeterred. "want me to give you a little bit of help?"

"absolutely not," megumi says adamantly, tightening his hold on your hand as one of his skates veers backward for a split second. satoru disappears without another word, finding tsumiki in the middle and bending down to whisper something in her ear.

you can't hear what they're saying, but whatever satoru says makes her gasp and race over to you and megumi. she hurriedly pries megumi's fingers from your hand and replaces it with hers, quickly saying something about taking over for you. before you can question it, satoru's hand is grabbing yours and lurching you forward, faster than you had ever skated before.

"holy shit! what are you doing?" you half-laugh, half-panic with no choice but to hold on to your boyfriend for dear life. it was exhilarating, moving so quickly with such ease, but you couldn't negate the dread of what would happen if you fell. "i can't skate this fast!"

"i'm making you skate with me, so we're gonna go as fast as i want us to," he replies with a smirk over his shoulder.

"i'm going to kill you if i trip," you swear, but he laughs it off immediately. "brutally."

"like i would ever let you fall," he murmurs. he positions himself at your side while you steady your shaking skates, slowing to a halt in the middle of the ice. with no wall of safety to be found, you maintain your death grip on satoru and hesitantly push yourself forward. "look at you go, pushing off all on your own." the tease in his voice was evident, but you were too busy trying not to eat shit to scold your boyfriend.

"shut up, satoru. i'm focusing." you let go of his hand and feel his patronizing gaze burn into the back of your neck, flinching when he suddenly cuts right in front of you. your flinch throws you off balance and you jolt forward, but he immediately grabs your forearms and sets you back on your feet.

"see? told you i'd never let you fall," he says quietly with a tiny smile that breaks through your frown of concentration. your expression softens and he notices, like he always does. "there you are. think you can forgive me for pulling you out on the ice?"

"as long as we don't go as fast as last time." he grins and locks his fingers in yours. "speed up and i'm gonna hide all your favorite compression shirts."

"oh, so it's serious," he chuckles, pulling you forward and letting you mirror the glide of his skates back and out, side to side. "that's okay," he concludes, leaning over briefly to peck your cheek. "i love you more than my compression shirts."

"what a statement," you deadpan lightheartedly and he shrugs.

"honestly, it's a pretty close competition-"

"alright, that's enough. shut up and skate," you interject and start to move a little faster, his hand in yours warm and safe. "we have to get good at this if tsumiki's headed to the olympics."

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[hisaame]

hi hi! Could you do a Scaramouche x fem!reader with angst to comfort? Specifically with reader having issues on how they view their body?? ((Like their insecure)) preferably modern au plss

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╰』ˋˋ"What do you mean you aren't pretty?" «

ˎˋ╰⪼Scaramouche x fem!reader ˎˋ

[angst with comfort] — modern au,,,

『warnings: body negativity, cursing, body touch, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader being like half naked (NO SPICY STUFF THO), idk what else to add im not good at warnings.... 』

— Scaramouche simply couldnt understand.

How could you, a pretty girl with the body of a goddess, possibly think you look less than he thinks?

It was in the afternoon, you had invited Scaramouche to come over to your dorm, since it was the weekends and you had no subject to study, you finished two exams last week. So you wanted to have a nice day off, where your lover would be there.

But before that you decided to take a shower, u have already been outside with your friends Hu Tao and Yanfei, spending time with them since they were from another school.

You hated your bathroom. Why? Because the mirror there was huge.

Slowly taking off your clothes, its almost impossible to ignore your reflection. Its there no matter where you turn—seriously, its like they made the dorms' bathrooms like this on purpose, just to make you feel even worse about yourself as if before wasnt already enough.

You cringe at yourself once you took off your clothes. You should hurry up in the shower—but something made you stay in front of the mirror, criticizing yourself with your own thoughts. Turning a bit to the side to look at other various parts of your body, finding nothing decent or enough for yourself. You sighed, you should be positive right now, school isnt in the way and you should be relaxing.

With a glare at your own reflection, before getting into the shower quickly, turning on some warm water. Showers should be relaxing, but as you washed your body, using soap, making there be various white bubbles on your skin, they smell quite nice, and are certainly fun to play with.

But the feeling of your own hands on your body distracted you. The way you felt under your own touch, it somewhat... Disgusts you.

Finally—once you were done with showering, taking a towel and wrapping it around your body, shivering as the cool air hit against your wet skin. You dried off your hair, brushed it out, trying not to stare at the mirror too much. Maybe you're just too judgemental. Maybe you're not as bad as you think?

After you were done with your hair—you must not have noticed, but there was a sudden knock at your bathroom door. Then it opened up to reveal Scaramouche. Well, he peeked through it first to check was he invading any privacy.

"Damn, this was the last place i was gonna check. I came here like five minutes ago." Scaramouche sighed in relief to seeing you, not at all bothered by the fact you're only in a towel. He pressed a kiss to your lips as a greeting, ruffling your half dry hair.

Though, you looked uncomfortable. Not with the fact your lover had come into the bathroom while you were in just a towel, but the fact your body was pretty exposed to him, and you thought, what id he judged you? Maybe not out loud, but what if he was thinking about it?

Noticing your discomfort, Scaramouches eyes widened for a split second at his realization, then spoke up, "i can leave if you want—to wait for u to get changed." , he gave you a half smile. But you told him its alright. Why? You wanna just push him away.

At your answer, he smiled softly, nodding. Maybe you just needed him here, after a hard week. What he thought was different than what you thought. Seeing this as a nice opportunity, he went behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder as he gave you a goofy, lazy smirk, looking at the mirror where you two can be seen. Maybe you should've kicked him out...

"You always look so pretty after showering—like all clean, pretty, and u smell nice." Scaramouche mumbled, as if shy to admit. "wait i said pretty twice. Replace one of those words with 'gorgeous' then." You couldn't tell if he was flirting with you or genuinely fucked up with his words.

But the way you looked at him with almost surprise at what he said, his eyebrow raised as his expression changed.

"Why do you look like i fucking said i discovered the moon and flew to mars? Dont you know youre pretty?" He said, his usual personality showing. He doesnt exactly like being all mushy, but for you, he's a sucker. So he's nicer...

Maybe it was finally time to admit it. He was your lover anyway, and you trusted him. You nodded slowly, then immediately looked away, regretting what you just did. That... Shocked Scaramouche! You, not pretty? Were you high!?

".. Huh? Did someone tell you you're not pretty? Ill fuck them up. Who was it?" He narrowed his eyes, his embrace around your waist tightening. His protective side definitely was showing. But once he didnt get a reply, seeing the way you frowned and refuses to look at the mirror, he realized the situation.

"... [y/n]? Dont tell me you tell yourself that..." Scaramouche sighed. Figuring you werent comfortable with the mirror, he turned you around, so you can face him again. You even thought he was prettier than you will ever be. Well, he's here to prove you're better than you think!

"[y/n]. I know i dont say this a lot, but you're gorgeous to me. God, these words sound so cliche.. But its true. You're the most gorgeous, pretty, beautiful—fuck, what else—cute, adorable girl i have ever met. Okay?" Scaramouche stared into your eyes. He definitely wasnt the best at comfort, but he wants to try his best—for you.

Then he softly smiled at you. "Hey, lets get you dressed up and we can talk about how magnificent you really are?", he kissed your nose, hos face flushing immediately right after as he lead you out of the bathroom, talking to you along the way.

"You may have your flaws and all that, but thats what makes you, you. You know? I like your flaws." Scaramouche admitted, blushing like an idiot when he looked away once he told you what he thought.

Soon enough, you were dressed, dragged to bed by Scaramouche who quite literally forced you to be the little spoon this time. You could barely hear the tv over him talking about how pretty he thinks you are.

Yeah, if anyone even dared to even joke about you being 'ugly', he's getting suspended because of reasons you know what happens.

♡

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Oh what about a cheating smut fic where tony is married to pepper and he starts to have a sexual affair towards his daughter morgan's hot babysitter, reader

Babygirl

Friday, 4pm

I check the time on my dainty Cartier watch, walkin in circles around my squad as I zero in on every move, every flip, and every damn high kick. They're phenomal as ever, still I need to make sure we're on point for the next game. Squatting low, I assess how one of my girls back up and shows that flexibility by bending backwards with palms outstretched to the ground. She ends the number with a smooth sensual backflip into the splits, ofcourse poppin each ass cheek individually. I cheer and ofcourse give my girl, along with the crew, a standin ovation.

"Excellent muthafukin job per usual, owwwww!" I mimick my bitch Cardi and I clap for my amazing team.

My cell rings from the bleachers a few feet away. Im tired, plus that might be Mr. Stark and I know better than to ignore; it's definitely time to call it a day.

"Listen up my beautiful people, we done for the day. But, side note, please don't forget to team up with your cheer buddy as many times as needed before the game to make sure each of you got the routine down pact. If you have any questions, hit my line. Aight y'all."

A few hugs goodbye and smacks to my rear, I'm able to grab my phone and check my missed calls. Fuck.. The butterflies in my tummy are instantaneous as I read 'Tony Stark' across my screen. No matter how many times he calls it never fails to make me wanna squeal and do a few back flips of my own.

I hit the send button and redial him as I chew on my bottom lip nervously. It only does half a ring before his sexy voice speaks through the phone.

"Hey, there's my other favorite girl. Where are you? You busy?"

It's just like Tony to be all in my business, even though he was my employer, not father. There wasn't a thing he didn't know about me after being Morgan's babysitter for over 3 years now.

"Why no, Daddy, I'm not busy." I tease him with a giggle. "I'm at uni right now. Just finished practice. Why, wassup?"

The silence lastin just a second too long before he clears his throat and answers.

"You uh.. Just finished cheer practice?" He repeats slowly.

"Yeah, literally just a second ago. Gonna change and head home. Why, you need me?" I ask concerned.

"I do honey, need you to come watch Morgan for the weekend. Peppers outta town for business and I'll be here but not here. You available for me pretty girl?"

The way he speaks to makes my heart wanna dive out my damn chest, especially when his wife's not around. His already pampering nature amplifies he and doesn't seem to able to resist calling me those sweet lil nicknames that make me weak in the knees.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Always, anything for you." I breathe back, thighs clenching at the way the tone of his voice is starting to get me aroused.

"Perfect. And call me Tony, you know better honey." He gently scolds. "Anyway, I'm sending a car to come get you immediately."

I hear him snap his fingers over the phone and assume that's his way of sending me a ride.

"But I'll need to go home and grab a some things to stay for a few days." I remind him.

"No. I want you here as soon as possible. I already have someone on their way to you." His response leaves no room for argument, so I don't even bother.

"Ok then, catch you inna minute. And tell Morgan I can wait to see her."

"You got it babygirl. See you soon."

I hang up, grabbing my Nike backpack and head to the pick up area in front of the school. Fuck, another weekend with Tony Stark. Let's see how long it takes before I drench my panties when I get in his presence this time.

45 mins later

I arrive to Tony's mansion relieved to finally get to see my 2 favorite people in the world. They're waiting for me at the front door with big smiles, Tony holding Morgan on his back. She lightly kicks outwards to get free from her father. He happily sets her down and she runs up to me excitedly wearing the cutest ladybug bathing suit. Wrapping her tiny arms around my waist, she hugs me affectionately. I bend and hug her back just as tight and tell her how happy I am to see her.

"Daddy says your staying all weekend, is that true?" She inquires, nose scrunched making her the spitting image of her father.

"Yes, I am. Us girls are gonna have a blast. I was thinking tomorrow I could paint your nails and then maybe you could paint mine? I'd love your help picking out a cute color, what do ya think?"

"Let's just go get a manicure." She rebuttals smartly, taking my hand and dragging me to the front door. I barely have a second to grab my backpack!

"Or there's that." I laugh and wave goodbye to Tony's driver as Morgan pulls me past her father to the pool.

"Guess Daddy will catch you guys later." Tony chuckles, watching us amused.

"Guess so Daddy." I don't get a chance to catch the way his nostrils flare a bit or how he licks his lips at my statement as he watches his daughter steer me away.

Her and I have a blast in the pool for a couple hours, Morgan even more so as I sit on the edge with just my feet in. She shows me how well she's gotten a swimming since the last time we saw each other. It's beyond obvious her practice is paying off; my best lil buds gonna be ready for competitions in no time.

After, Tony brings us hot cheesy pizza for dinner as she grabs his laptop and shows me how to do the newest tik tok dance challenges that she and her friends like the most. We lay by the pool eat and laugh together as all the goofy and cool new trends come up. It just surprises me that a young girl can navigate the platform so efficiently. The smartie pants even makes me an account so I can keep up with what she's up to.

"Alright, little girl. Its 7:30, time to go to sleep. We'll do a bath in the morning. Go brush your teeth and get into your pjs. Daddy and I'll be by to say goodnight when your done."

The good girl that Morgan is, she kisses my cheek and skips off into the house. I quickly clean up our mess and head off to search for Tony.

When I find him it's 7:45 and he's laid out on the couch in one of his dens, arm thrown tiredly over his face. I think he's asleep from his even breaths, the calm rise and fall of his athletic bare chest. Fuck he makes my mouth water the way he lays with his legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of soft cotton light grey sweats low on his hips. His toned tummy and the thin line of his happy trail entice me to come closer for a better look and I'm right behind him in an instant. Goddam the bulge of his cock looks girthy as fuck.

I reach out and lightly massage at his shoulders, bending for just a moment to whisper at his ear.

"Its time for Daddy to go say goodnight."

Tony removes his arm and gazes up at me tiredly. The short low groan helps activate the already swirling storm in my gut. There's no way my panties aren't wet.

"Ok, honey. Let's go." Sitting up a few inches before pausing as Jarvis begins to speak.

"Actually Mr. Stark, Morgan has been asleep for 3 minutes 26 seconds. I predict she will not be awake for another 10 and a half hours sir."

"Thanks." Daddy relaxes into my touch again before speaking again.

"Hey Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"Take a walk."

"Yes sir."

There's a quiet beep signaling the AI's exit as I continue to massage Tony's strong shoulders.

"Come here, beautiful. Come sit on Daddy's lap, let's talk." He requests gently.

I know we've been crossing some kinda boundary the way we speak to one another, but if I do as he asks this'll be a clear violation in his marriage. I don't wanna cause harm to Tony in any way, in fact I ache to make him happy however I can. That desire in itself is probably what has me toeing of my shoes and plopping my round ass cheeks right on his dick before I have another thought.

He's half hard and I'm baffled how I didn't notice because he's already so thick. The first press of my pussy against it has me biting my lip and pushin again and again to mimic the pressure on my clit. My breath puffs out as I hold back a moan at the feeling. Christ, I'm throbbing in need and I've sittin in his lap for a total of 5 seconds.

"Did my 2 favorite girls have fun?" Tony asks seemingly unaffected..

Except when i squint it seems his breath accelerates just a bit through his slightly open mouth, warm strong chest rising and falling just a fraction faster. His palms slide underneath my skirt to the top of my thighs, tenderly rubbing in a circular motion as I lightly hump at his cock.

"So much fun, Daddy. I'm kinda tired though, long day. Obviously not long as yours. You look exhausted. You ok?"

He only tilts his head and offers a small shrug.

"I kinda feel better now that I get to see my little cheer captain in her sexy uniform." Tony leers up at me with a smirk before winkin, making me bust out in laughter.

"So how's classes sweetheart? You doin okay?"

"I am, first semester was a bit difficult but I got the ropes now. I'm a fuckin superstar." I brag with a smile.

"That's great honey, glad to hear it." He replies warmly, rotating his hips in circles against me.

"Still don't ever forget that I gotta blank check with your name on it. Matter fact, you're not leavin here this weekend without it. Got it?" He asks sternly, lookin directly into my soul.

"Yes Daddy." I answer without a second thought.

"Good girl." He praises, moaning low in his throat at my swift movements.

"Well.." I lean forward till our lips are almost touching and look deep into his pretty eyes. "What can I do to make Daddy feel better?"

Tony breaks first. He roughly presses his lips to mine, sucking and kissing as he holds me in place with one hand on the back of head. The other hand grips my thigh firmly as he dominates our kiss passionately. His fine ass licks into my mouth while groaning, sucking on the tip of my tongue as I moan loud and frantically crush our pelvis' together. He gives me one nip to my lips before speaking against them.

"Make Daddy cum, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask nervously, pulling back to look into his hazy eyes.

"Any way you want gorgeous."

My hips come to a halt as I think for a moment before sliding off his lap to my knees and greedily soakin in the growl he emits when he notices the wet spot I left on his crotch.

Pulling my medium sized perky tits through the designed slit at the bottom of my cheer top, showing him stiff pierced nipples. A small slim chain hangs between my breasts, connecting the 2 piercings. I shake my titties at him, smiling at his hypnotized glazed stare at my supple chest.

"Fuck my tits." I demand, slightly dipping my head forward to let a generous glob of spit splat between them.

There's no need to ask twice as Tony hastily snatches his dick from his sweats and slides it between my round brown orbs. He relaxes back into the deep navy blue sectional while I press my breasts together to surround his thick shaft and begin with slow strokes. Biting those delicious lips, his head dips further into the couch as he watches me through slits. Daddy looks so fucking good as he fights the pleasure enveloping his dick.

"Hoooooh, fu- AH! Jesus y/n, feels so good. Thank you, pretty girl. Ohfuck! Just what I needed. Mmmm.. Yeah, yeah just like thaaat.."

His arms hang limp at his sides as he lets me unravel him. Poor baby, his eyes don't know where to look, darting from my dark nipples to his big fat dick stabbing up through the swell of my breasts. I take a mental picture of the way he loses his mind in my body, hips coming up erratically to meet my downward thrusts.

"You like slipping your fat cock between my titties, Daddy?" I ask innocently, squeezing his dick a bit more firmly.

"Ah, ah, yes babygirl! N-never felt this gooood!" He sputters back to me.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself. Though the other option was to lay on my back, spread open my legs and wet little pussy to you. Let you be the judge of which hole of mine you wanted.. first.."

I speed up my slippery tits, fucking his twitching cock from base to tip at a quick steady pace. The spit turned out to be the perfect lubricate as he easily plunges his dick between my tits.

"Oh fuck little girl, so goddamn perfect for me- haaaashit! Ahhaaaa, fuck! Ohmyfuckinggod y/n want that so bad. N-need to fuck every inch of you honey.."

His hands ball into fists as he widens his stance, giving me ample room to work. Those gorgeous eyes roll back into his head as he gasps at the sensation building in his groin.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please! Letmefuckyouhoney! P-please, need to cum y/n. Aaaaaaahfuuuuuck! Haven't cum in months. Pleasepleaseplease, will do anything sweetheart!"

Now completely understanding Tony's absolute desperation, my cunt flutters as his pleas to feel my pussy double and rise in volume. I slam my tits onto his dick repeatedly, loud wet smacking intermixed with his sobs.

"How long Daddy? Exactly how long since you sprayed your thick milky cream outta this big fat ass cock?" I ask, leaning to give kitten licks to the wide flushed tip.

I moan animatedly at the taste of the salty precum dripping from his leaky dick. It's so fucking addicting that I hungrily slurp on the head of his dick. His abs ripple as his body trembles through the onslaught.

"Almost a-Haaa! FUCK! Almostayeeeear! Ohshitohshit, gonna c-cum babygirl!"

Fuck that's way too damn long, so I resolve to not make him wait a second longer to fill up a wet and willing pussy.

"Yeeees ah, ah, ahhhh- wait! What the fuck?Come back here little girl!"

I giggle as I duck away from his hands swiping to pull my back towards his equally enraged dick. I scoot back on the plush white carpet, pulling off my squort and parting my shapely cocoa thighs. He's so immediately entranced at me spreading my pussy lips with one hand as I crook my finger and invite him over with the other.

"Oh fuck me, thank you sweetheart. Love you so much babygirl, you don't even know. Your my perfect girl, wish you were my wife instead honey."

I don't know if Tony knows he's speaking as he clumsily takes his place between my legs but the admission warms my heart.. And my pussy. I kiss his neck and hold him tight as he thanks me profusely for letting him inside.

He aims his dick at my pulsing little hole, tapping my clit twice before slipping about an inch of his dick inside. I keen at the stretch, whining and pulling at him for more but apparently that's all Daddy needs. Slamming his eyes shut, he hunches over me going completely feral and unloads months and months worth of frustration into me.

"Yea-eeeees, little girl! Lemme breed my favorite girl. Haaaaa fuck! Feels like heaven, cantstophoney! Ah, ah, ah, so gooood y/n. Love you much! So so so much!"

I relish how fucking whiny he becomes as he releases heavy splats of cum against my walls. The pressure of his load makes me moan like a whore underneath him as he holds me to his carpet by my shoulders and gives us both what we need.

"That's it Daddy, fill me up. Make me take your cum. I want all of it, yeeeees! Don't waste a drop, gimme my cream pleeeeease. My wet little kitty wants to drink up a thick dose of your milk Daddy, gimme!"

The force of Tony's nut stuns him but his fluttering lid reopens as he gazes at my face. Even through his flismy focus he stares at the sloppy saliva spattered on my tits and tummy down to where his dick splits me open wide.

It's my turn to become distressed as I hump at the rock hard cock dripping the last few drops of his load into my greedy cunt. Neither of us hear the front door open in our opposite state of minds; or the footsteps clicking towards our location.

"What the fuck?!" Peppers deranged voice echoes throughout the dim den making us jumps, the cock piercin me unintentionally stabbing a few inches deeper.

I wail in fucking pure delight, nails scratching down Tony's back as he immediately seethes at her entrance. It's clear he's not happy she interrupted our private moment. Still, his dick remains stiff as fuck inside me.

Lookin up at his wife with disdain, brows still pinched from the feeling of my pussy clutching at him hungrily, he demands that she leave.

Maybe it's time for Daddy to get a divorce..

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x black!reader #black reader #daddy k!nk #smut #black fanfiction #all readers #affair #dirty talk #daddy’s babygirl #daddy's good girl #breeding k1nk

[asteroidzzzn]

souvenir | part 1

summary: you're sent to summer camp for two weeks and make an unexpected friend. unfortunately, all good things come to an end, but how could you ever say goodbye to her?

word count: 2.2k

warnings: cursing

a/n: summer camp aus have me in a chokehold i fear. here's a new series!! while i still haven't finished my smau!!!!! that's ok ill finish it eventually i just had this all come to me while i was in the car on a road trip, and im so excited to write it all (❁´◡`❁)

you stepped out of the cramped-up car, stretching your limbs after the four-hour ride. your energetic young cousins ran out immediately, making their way up the hill to their cabins.

you took in the gorgeous scenery around you. you were surrounded by towering trees. the wind softly grazed the bushes as a few squirrels scurried around.

"hey hun, you alright?" your aunt snapped you out of your trance with her hand on your shoulder and worry etched on her face.

"yeah...just getting used to the altitude," you brushed her concern off, heading to the trunk to take your bags out. your aunt helped you set down your items and hugged you goodbye.

you had to admit, you were very anxious. you were staying in a cabin with other girls your age for two weeks, and you didn't know a single one of them.

"call if you need anything, i'll be here eleven am on the dot in two weeks," she gave you a smile and wave before heading down the mountain.

your cousins had been going to this camp since they were old enough to be away from their mother longer than a few days, so they knew the campgrounds like the back of their hands. you eventually found your way into the dining hall to check yourself in, approaching a tall woman with a clipboard.

"name?" she chirped.

"y/n."

the woman glanced up from her clipboard, "have you been here before? i don't recognize you. got your last name on here, though."

"no, i haven't. but you probably know my cousins. they've been going here for years."

her face lit up, "ohh those kids!" she let out a chuckle, "always getting into trouble, but so much fun to have around. well, welcome, y/n!"

the woman flipped through a stack of papers and handed you a small slip with the times of events at camp. she looked over her shoulder and beckoned someone over.

a girl, about your age, with dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail strolled over, smiling at you.

"this is dina, she can give you a little tour," the woman's head tilted towards the camp. dina nodded and began to lead you out of the dining hall.

"hi, i'm y/n," you said while navigating around large rocks leading up to your cabin.

"nice to meet you, i'll introduce you to some of the others at the bonfire later."

you stepped into the cabin, immediately hit with the strong scent of citrus. you waved your hand in front of your nose, wincing slightly. dina chuckled at your action.

"yeah, sorry about the smell. it's just to keep the mosquitos out. chateau get's all the bugs because we're on the top of the hill. but woodrow, where i was two years ago, gets the rats, so it's better here, i guess."

your eyes widened. "that's terrifying, i hate rats. so you've been going here for a few years?"

dina nodded, guiding you to the bunks. there were only two open. one on the top near the window, and one on the bottom in the corner of the room.

"since i was six. so ten years now. do you wanna bunk with me?" she pointed to the bed on the bottom. it was embarrassing to admit, but you hated being on bottom bunks. it's been an irrational fear since you were young.

you swayed on your feet nervously, "it's dumb, but i don't like being on the bottom bunk. 'm scared it'll fall on top of me somehow."

"it's all good, i'm the same way. so you'll bunk with my friend ellie, instead. she's nice. it's her fourth year here, i think."

you hurled your bags up to the bed on top of ellie's.

"speaking of, where is everyone else right now?" you pointed out, since the cabin was completely empty.

"they're down at the lake, do you wanna go see them?"

"yeah, sounds fun."

you slipped into a bathing suit and threw your towel over your shoulder, walking beside dina towards the lake. she told you about camp customs and traditions.

you laughed at the story of dina's friend, jesse, trying to swing into the lake but the rope broke, landing him in a pile of mud.

dina laughed with you, "yeah," she breathed, "not much going on up there," she knocked on her head, "but he's great."

"oh, get this! there's this thing we all do where we can send anonymous letters to people. we decorate the letters with stickers and cute hearts and send them off. people usually send love letters, but you can send them to anyone else you want."

you swerved your way through large trees, allowing your mind to wander. what would it be like to have a camp crush? maybe a summer fling? you pushed the idea down. it wasn't very likely there were other gay girls here. maybe summer love just wasn't for people like you.

dina continued, "one of the camp counselors, jeanette, got letters from this guy in the eagle cabin when she was our age. she found out it was him and they started dating. isn't that so cute?"

she nudged your shoulder after noticing you had zoned out, with your lips parted lost in thought.

"you good?"

you blinked, "mhm. i guess i'm just a bit nervous to meet your friends."

dina shook her head with a small chuckle, "don't be. i'm sure they'll like you."

the two of you approached a clearing, where you heard people laughing and water splashing.

the first person to catch your eye was a girl with auburn hair lazily pulled back into a ponytail. she wore baggy shorts with a sports bra, wrists decorated with bracelets and sharpie drawings of crude items. just when you wanted to study more of her features, she did a backflip off a towering ledge into the water, creating a splash which sent a large amount of water onto you.

dina let out a laugh, drawing the others attention to you.

a boy with jet black hair and a towel wrapped around his neck approached you, a smile on his face. there were two other girls and a boy sitting down, holding up pieces of paper with numbers written on them towards ellie who had just risen out of the water.

"fuck yeah! look dina, i got 10 out of 10!" ellie shouted towards dina, but once her eyes found you, water on your face and clothes, she pushed herself onto shore and stumbled on the dirt and wood until she was standing just in front of you.

"sorry about that. uh, i'm ellie, he's jesse," she pointed to the black haired boy beside her, "you friends with dina?"

you glanced towards dina, opening your mouth to speak, but you couldn't find the words. ellie's eyes were stuck on you, shining a beautiful green with the hot sun on her face. freckles were scattered across her face, leading all the way up to her ears, which had a star earring on her left, and moon on her left.

maybe, just maybe...you would have someone to send a letter to after all. then it hit you. this was the ellie you were sharing a bunk with for the next two weeks. living together, sleeping right next to each other.

you were fucked.

dina spoke for you, picking up that you were nervous, "it's her first year here, she doesn't know anyone except her cousins. they're the hudson twins," she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

"oh shit, those things are your cousins?" ellie snickered, earning her a punch in the arm from one of the girl's who rose from the towels to greet you.

"be nice, ellie."

you let out a huff of air in amusement. "yeah, they're kind of crazy. i'm y/n, by the way."

each of them introduced themselves, and you found yourself smiling as you all walked back to the shoreline. you spent the next two hours swimming in the lake, jumping off ledges until you earned 10's all across the board to which you took a very proud bow, and simply laying in the sun, hearing stories from previous summers at camp.

they all sat in a circle as the sun slowly set, telling you their different perspectives on the most recent drama from last year. apparently, there was this girl who either fought or fell in love with a bear. they couldn't seem to decide which side of the story was true.

"no, she totally left out the snacks on purpose to get the bear to come to the cabin."

"maybe she was out to kill us!"

"or she wanted it all for herself..."

"ew, you're so gross!"

you all burst into a fit of giggles while jesse was genuinely contemplating how a relationship between a girl and a bear would work. you settled into comfortable silence, where you took a moment to gaze up at the sky.

"i love how you can see the stars so clearly from up here," you whispered only to yourself, but ellie heard from beside you.

the others found a new topic of conversation to argue playfully about, but ellie didn't join along with them. she stared at the starry sky above alongside you.

she hummed in agreement, "i know right, it's so beautiful," she suddenly gasped, turning to face you, "did dina tell you we have a massive telescope here? oh my god, it's amazing. you can see all the constellations and if you zoom in in the right place you can kind of see saturns rings, which is so fucking awesome—"

"ellie!" dina called her out of her ramble, "don't annoy her with all that space stuff."

"i don't mind it," you said quietly. ellie flashed you a small smile, which made your head spin for a moment. you had only just met this girl, but you were so captivated by everything about her.

"i take astronomy at my school, back at home. so i'm really into space, too," you told her.

ellie groaned, letting her head fall back. "i'm so jealous. that's the dream."

your barely noticeable grin grew wider. "yeah, it is."

crickets chirped and buzzed while the lake water gently washed over rocks. the night sky had fully turned black now, yet the campgrounds were still illuminated by the bright clusters of stars above.

all of you had packed your stuff up in a frenzy once you realized you had stayed out past curfew and missed dinner. you felt like you were breaking the rules by sneaking into the kitchen to grab some snacks. you were afraid of waking up the counselers that slept above the dining hall.

a girl named cat, removed on of the butterfly pins from her hair, and slipped it into the lock. it unclipped with a quiet snap, and the door creaked open.

"maybe they shouldn't make it so easy to break into if they don't want us here," she shrugged smugly, propping open the door.

you crept around the kitchen, searching through drawers, until you found a cabinet with bags of chips and candy.

"guys, look what i found!" you whisper-shouted.

everyone crowded around the cabinet, taking whatever they wanted. once they were content with the food they picked out, you all found the dining room and sat in a booth. cat placed a flickering yellow lantern in the middle of the table.

the only sound that bounced off the walls of the hall was quiet giggles and crinkling wrappers.

you stayed in the cramped booth, effortlessly making conversation with your new friends, until you felt a yawn creep up on you.

dina took a deep breath, "it's getting late, we should head back to the cabins."

everyone agreed, shuffling out of the booth and back out the kitchen door. you parted ways in the middle of the campgrounds, waving to jesse and dean who headed down the hill to the boys cabins, while you, dina, ellie, cat, and lara made your way up the trail in the opposite direction.

"sooo," dina nudged your shoulder with her own, "how was your first half-day at camp?"

you were beaming as you replied, "it was amazing. i'm excited for the volleyball court to open tomorrow."

"ooo, and you'll meet some of the boys tomorrow," cat teased with a smirk.

you scoffed, looking down at your feet as you balanced on a trail of rocks, "boys aren't really my thing right now."

"oh right, you live pretty far away from here, huh? what did you say ?jackson? i get it, i wouldn't have a fling with any boy if i could only see him during the summer," cat said with sympathy.

you took your bottom lip into your teeth, wondering if you should tell them the real reason why boys weren't your thing. the group of girls didn't seem like they would judge you at all, and it's not like you were ashamed of your sexuality. and yet, for some reason, you bit back a response, silently promising yourself you'd allow your friends to know that part of you one day.

"yeah, exactly," you muttered.

"it's ok," lara spoke up, "there are plenty of other things to be excited about. you'll have a lot of fun."

once you reached the cabin, you quickly prepared yourself for the night and wished the girls goodnight, climbing up to your bed.

it took a while to fall asleep with all the thoughts rushing through your mind, awaiting the next day, and the thirteen more to come.

a/n: hehehehe awwwwaejfnksdfnfd >.< teenage romance is so adorable i love this so far, hope u guys do as well!! comments, reblogs, likes, and feedback are, as always, very much appreciated ❤️❤️❤️ thanks for reading!

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[strniolo]

ocean breeze || matt s.

summary: you & matt take a night drive to the beach and talk😨

a/n: this is my very first fan fic so apologies if it’s badly written lmk what u think :)

part one | part two

you and matt had always clicked. obviously, chris and nick were your best friends but matt? the two of you connected in different ways than how you did with his brothers; whether it be through music, anxiety, or something completely random as… well you get the idea.

recently, you’d realized that you had feelings for him. he made you smile every time you were with him and, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, he made you blush too; but he never noticed, at least you hoped he never did. as of now, you were sitting in his gaming chair while he was on his bed; the two of you mindlessly scrolling on your phones. you realize it’s 10:32, meaning that both of you have been on your phones, in silence, for approximately 2 hours. luckily, you didn’t mind sitting in silence with matt since it was never awkward. you just appreciated his presence and assumed he did the same.

“wanna go for a drive? we’ve been like sitting here since 8,” you ask

“oh wow, uh yea sure,” he responds as he runs his hand through his hair, “want me to drive? i don’t mind”

“no it’s okay, plus i want to; but i get aux since you never let me” you say grinning as you get up from his chair and go to grab your keys from the kitchen.

*time skip*

with the windows down, music blasting, and empty roads, this is the thing you absolutely loved. matt being there was a plus. yea you loved hearing his laughs and “decent” singing, but you loved the night more; and that’s saying a lot. you loved how the moon dimly lit up the coast as you drove. how the breeze lifted your hair up, even if it wasn’t the most flattering. you let matt know where you guys were, and you walked down the stairs together to the sand. barefooted, you ran towards the water.

“what are you doing? your sweats are gonna get soaked!” the boy yelled

“can’t hear you!” you shouted. even though you could hear him clearly, you didn’t care. the two of you were alone on the beach and it felt surreal. the feeling of wet fleece from the inside of your sweatpants, unfortunately and grossly, gave you a reality check. for a moment, you regretted your decision to go in the water. to quote matt, your sweats were in fact soaked. regardless, you ignored it and instead motioned him to join you.

“im not doing that. it’s way too cold.”

“oh cmon it’s not even that bad and clothes can dry to counter your point from before”

he hesitated but ultimately decided to give in. slowly, he took steps into the calm waters.

“i thought you said you couldn’t hear me?”

“yea well,” you grabbed matt’s hand to help him towards you. “i might’ve just ignored you” you continue while laughing.

he playfully pushed you in response, but used a little too much force; seeing as you flopped backwards, hitting the sand below the water harshly.

“oh. my. god matt.” you stare at him in disbelief as you get up.

“shit i- that wasn’t on purpose i swear!” he says backing away from you, hands up in front of his chest. the two of you immediately laugh at what had just happened.

“that was insane, here’s your payback” the water hits his back and he slightly jumped from the coldness.

“you’re lucky you fell, otherwise i would’ve actually thrown you in for that.”

“thrown me in? that’s literally an act of violence”

*time skip* (kinda)

you both made it to the dry sand, sat down, and just watched the waves hit ground. after a while you placed your head on his shoulder, mind you it was terrifying to do, but he gently tilted his head to meet yours, sending relief all throughout.

“matt”

“y/n”

“can i tell you something?”

“always, what’s up?”

you take a deep breath before speaking:

“alright well first this is making my anxiety go through the roof and i have no idea how to say this and im scared of your response and now i just feel like im rambling and you can probably tell what im trying to say but let me just restart.” at some point you lifted your head from his shoulder and now you were looking directly into his eyes which did nothing but make you even more nervous.

“ok,” you look down at your hands toying with your rings, “i, guess i like you” you say in a whisper. “no i do like you i dont know why i say guess” you awkwardly laugh trying to make the conversation a little less uncomfortable (it didn’t work). “uh yea i mean you make me smile and i always laugh when im with you and feel…” you pause, expressing your feelings was never your strong suit. “…i don’t know. just like nervous i guess? not in the negative direction, to make that clear. and i really do get it if you don’t feel the same, it’ll just be a realllllly interesting drive home but i don’t want me saying this to change our friendship because i really do appreciate it and i hate how i said really like 4 times but um yea! there’s what i wanted to say i literally now regret everything i’ve said.” you slowly turn your head to look at him only to find him already looking at you, wide-eyed. not the best sign.

finally he said something:

… part two?🤘

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #first fic #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[nishimiyachan55]

My curse boyfriend

(chapter 3)

Pairing : Mahito(jujutsu kaisen)xreader

Chapter : 3/?

Other chapters : chapter 1 , 2

'a curse'

Opening the doorknob you entered your apartment. It was pitch dark inside. You hit the light button and gestured mahito to come inside. You closed the door and threw your bag on to the couch and took off your shoes and placed it on the shoe rack. 

"um....can you take off your shoes and put it here? Actually I don't like dirtying my floor...hehe" 

Corners of his mouth turned into a frown. but he decided to follow your order. After putting his shoes on the rack he started to wander around your house. Checking all the things you arranged in place, posters on your wall, your anime merchs, the way you arranged your closet and the picture frame with your best friend. Taking it in his hand he asked "who is this?"

"ah that's my best friend...."you replied to him while taking off your jewelries. 

"best friend! Does that mean she is someone special to you?" He asked out of curiosity 

"she could be annoying at sometimes but yeah she is very special to me" sitting on the chair in front of your mirror you turned your head towards his side and smiled at him.

He wasn't sure of this best friend thingy but he knew humans could make strong bonds with each other. He didn't want to question it more. instead his eyes searched for something else....Something else he was expecting to see but couldn't find in your room,

"Y/n, i thought you like to read a lot, but why there isn't any books in your room?"

His question made your jaw drop, embarrassment took over you as you search for an answer. 

"ah....i...! I usually read on my phone". Without thinking more you answered with a fake but confident smile. 

"hmm.... really! You can read on your phone!?" He hummed still not satisfied with your answer. 

"yes. Here see...." You opened a manga reader app in your phone and showed him the manga you were reading. That was the only thing you like to read. Books were always boring to you. So you never initiated to read them.

"i see.... you're into stuff like this huh....! but i like books more. Its more comforting than this electronic thingies" he smiled. 

You didn't want to push this conversation much further so you walked to your kitchen.He followed you putting his hands on his pocket. 

"so...what do you like to eat....? Don't worry, im not that bad at cooking" you giggled.

"hmm....eat huh! Anything you like" his face brightened with a smile, "I'll eat anything you cook for me Y/n". Actually he felt really happy. Questions like this were first for him. Even though he didn't need to eat he wanted to try things you could make for him. Maybe he will compliment your cooking even if he couldn't taste anything. 

"ah well then....just wait here, lemme change my clothes and I'll be right back" you walked to your room with a smiling face and locked the door. Walking towards the mirror you started unbuttoning your shirt. After doing the last button you raised your head to peer up at the mirror. A short breath came out from your mouth. He was standing right behind you! Your eyes widened as you turn to face him with a jerk.

"what!! Are you..." Before you could finish your sentence he pushed you back against the mirror. Your thighs hit the vanity table and losing balance you sat on it. You did lock the door right!! Then how did he came inside!!?

You stared at him blankly when he came closer, and he planted his hands on your thighs spreading your leg wide and placed your legs on his hips. Your back pinned on the mirror. Heart starting to beat fast as the feeling of fear started taking over you. You covered your chest pulling both sides of your unbuttoned shirt. He leaned forward and touched your hair slowly caressing it.

"i told you Y/n im gonna make our this date even better than last one" he held your chin up forcing you to look into his eyes "don't you wanna have fun with me....??" The look in his eye turned into a sharp glance.

 You weren't ready for this. You never expected a sudden move like this from him. It's not like you never wanted to do it with him, it's just you weren't ready at the moment. After all its only your second meeting.

"No...! Just get away from me" you tried to push him back pressing your hands on his chest. But he didn't even move a bit, you could tell he was too strong. His hand moved from your chin tracing down to your neck. a sharp noise of a knife like thing in your ear held your body still. Your eyes shifted to his hand on your neck. The sight of it made you tremble with fear. His hand shaped into a knife! and it was pressing against your throat. He can change the shape of his hand!!?? The pressure formed in your chest started to come up to the throat stopping right under where he held that knife. 

"No....! please" a whimper came out from your mouth. eyes filling with tears you begged for mercy. 

"you're not suppose to say NO to me Y/n, say Yes. Come on.... say it" he put a little more pressure on the knife almost wounding your skin. The look on his face made you shudder. It wasn't like the cute one you saw before, it was a terrifying one with that evil grin. 

Tears falling down to your cheek you said "Yes..."

"That's good, now stay like that. You're going to be a good toy for me Y/n.....Aren't you?" He looked at you with that evil grin again. Pressing his hand on your thigh he said "Say Yes". his tone was a commanding one. 

"Yes" another whimper escaped from your mouth.

 His grin grew wider as he started trailing his hands over your thigh sliding your skirt up. When his hand reached to your clothed slit, one thumb rubbed against the fabric. You squirmed from his touch and the sight of you wriggling send sparks of excitement to his abdomen. He continued it until he felt a wet sensation on his finger. His lips curved into a grin. 

"hm....you like this huh...!? What if i put my finger inside....will you squirm more for me...?" He leaned to your shoulder and whispered in your ear. Your legs squeezed his hips unconsciously. It was all the answer he needed from you. He put his hand inside and slowly started to slide his middle finger along your slit. His other hand still held that knife on your throat while the other started giving pleasure to you. A feeling of pleasure mixed with fear...  

"Mahito...! Please... stop...." You tried to fight back the warm feeling forming inside your core. But he never stopped he put another finger in and started to thrust in a fast and slow pace. You couldn't hold back the soft moan escaped from your mouth. He kept thrusting inside you pulling his fingers back and forth. The hands placed on his chest for pushing him away slowly tugged into his cloth but this time to pull him closer. 

The sight of you was absolute pleasure to him.... Your head under his knife, hands tugging on his clothes pulling him closer, your legs squeezing his hips and the moans made by your lips. 

You couldn't hold back yourself from almost about to cum. But that's when he pulled his hand out. You peered at him, your face turned into confusion and disappointment hit you. but still you try not to show it. He held his hand in front of you , fingers coated with your wet juices, with a smile he smeared it on your chest finally retrieving that knife from your throat. 

"that was too close... isn't it?" He smiled at you bringing back that innocence in his face like as if he didn't put a knife on your throat. At that time you thought he was done with you. But you were wrong. He was just starting.... Lowering himself down on his knees he sunk into the floor and he placed your legs on his shoulder. You couldn't stop your self from shivering when the feeling of shame hit your body. 

"calm down Y/n im not gonna hurt you. Don't be scared, im just trying to make our date a memorable one..." his sudden change in behavior made you a little calm but still not convincing to push back the fear he made before. He threatened you just before this and now he is trying to comfort you.

He leaned closer to your cunt, his hair swirled on your thighs, his cool breath tickled your lower half. Before you could react he pressed his tongue on your wet cloth. His saliva mixing with your wetness, he started to move his tongue upwards and downwards and in circles. You raised your hand to cover your mouth to block your self from moaning. But his hands grabbed on to your wrists holding it still. He gave a sharp glance up to you showing his disapproval and he licked the corner his lip. You closed your eyes and quickly turned your head to the other side. You bit your bottom lip trying to suppress the pleasure he gave you. 

The sound of his giggle made you open your eyes again and you tilted your head to look at him. He pulled his head back, glancing up to you and he gave you that innocent smile again.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking. Is he going to pull that knife on you again or is he gonna give more pleasure to you...you couldn't understand this guy, he is just unpredictable. 

He slowly started to slide down the cloth under your skirt. Your eyes widened and embarrassment rushed to your face. That's when you lost control of your self.  

"Just let me go you freak!!" Taking all Your strength you tried to pull your hands from his grip. twisting your body, you put one leg on his chest trying to push him away and with your other leg you kicked on his face. 

Luckily you were able to move yourself from his grip. You covered your exposed self with your skirt in a quick movement and curled your legs up on the vanity table. It was a sudden reflex of your brain from the feeling of pride. You never wanted to get raped by someone, even if you like the guy. 

Then you looked down at him. He didn't move a bit from there, he just stood still on his knees keeping his head tilted to the side from your kick. He never expected that. He thought you will never resist after he pulled a knife on you. 

The feeling of fear took your body,a cold feeling in your chest. You knew you messed up. Why did you do that! You could just stay there just taking the pleasure he provided you. Your damn pride wouldn't allow that. Now he is gonna be so mad at you. No! Maybe he's going to kill you. 

Tears flood down from your eyes, you were expecting to see his mad face when he tilted his head to face you. Instead you found a smiling cute face. He started to giggle, soon turned into a big laugh. Not an evil one, but a really cute and sweet laugh. He threw his head back closing his eyes and he pushed himself back from his knees to sit on the floor almost like a fall. He kept laughing so loudly like he was laughing at something really funny. 

Your face turned into a frown, confusion taking over you. Why is he laughing? Is it because he find it funny!! Or....is it because he is going to kill you!!?? You couldn't move your self from there. You just sit there, frozen.... 

After taking a deep breath he looked at you "you were better than I thought Y/n. I never thought you were this fun to play with" he slowly raised himself from the floor and placed his hands on the table pushing himself up against you. He leaned closer caging you under him. You curled your self under his chest expecting him to turn himself into a sharp object to kill you. 

"don't be scared Y/n, im not gonna hurt you...come here.." he hugged you tight wrapping his arms around you, like a hug of comfort. But you thought he is going to squeeze you hard and going to kill you by breaking your bones. But he didn't. He leaned back lifting you in his arms and walked towards the bed. 

He dropped you right into the pillows. You tried to get up in a flash but his hand held your head pushing you back. Your head sank into the pillows. When his hand retrieved from your face you glance up to him. What you saw before your eyes hitched your breath. 

He was removing his top. now you could see his big chest, toned muscles and his abs. He was more hotter than you thought. You couldn't blink your eyes from the sight of his body. At that point you decided you are not going to resist him no matter what he do. He looked to your face and gave a soft smile. 

How can someone be this hot and cute at the same time!! You never felt this feeling towards any other human males before. He wasn't a human after all. 

But, You skip a beat when you saw what's under his pants. It was so huge... your eyes widened on the sight. Heat rushed to your lower half as he leaned closer and crawled on top of you. His face right above yours staring into your eyes. You could hear your heartbeat in your ear. 

"don't try to resist this time Y/n....., last time i allowed it. don't expect me to do the same again...." It was a warning. His smiling face didn't hide that sharpness in his voice. 

You laid under him like a good toy when he removed the rest of your clothes. You didn't resist, you didn't dare.... Laying all exposed under him. He lifted your head and wrapped his hand behind your neck allowing you to rest your head on his hand. He trailed his tongue along the crook of your neck pulling you closer to him and nuzzled on the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and clung your teeth. When he pull back his head he looked down at you with a crooked smile.

His fingers wrapped on your wrist and he lifted your left hand along with it to his lips. He started kissing on each of your fingers one by one. At that moment you thought he was expressing his sweet love to you. 

When he kissed the tip of your left ring finger he pushed it inside his mouth and gave you a rough bite with his teeth. You couldn't stop the scream came from your mouth. It hurt so bad....and tears trailed down to your hair. When he pulled his mouth back leaving your finger, you could see his bite mark on your finger with blood, a mark that look exactly like a ring... a present of love from him...

"here....take it. Now this will tell...you belongs to me....Don't worry when it fades I'll make sure to give you another one Y/n. It stays on your finger, forever..."

No it wasn't a gift! It was a mark of his dominance over you. The only thing you could do was crying with pleasure and pain at the same time when he started thrusting into you with his cock. He was rough, his pace was too fast and it shook your whole body. You held your hand on the side of your tear soaked pillow squeezing it in your fist. You even lost the count of your orgasm, your brain couldn't handle this feeling Mahito gave you.

 You breathed heavily trying to pull your self together. But that didn't work when his thrusts hit harder on your inside. You thought you would break in half. You tilted your head to look at the clock beside your bed. What time is it? When did he start this? It's been at least two hours! Is it? Or maybe more than that!?

 He pressed his palm on your jaw and forced your head to look on his face. He was watching you all this time even when you closed your eyes. He was enjoying each and every second of his view in delight. The pain and pleasure he is causing you. Absorbing each minor expression you made for him....

He quickened his pace preparing to give you the final thrust. He knew you couldn't handle more at this point. At this rate if he continues this, maybe he will end up breaking you. He didn't want to break his new toy this soon. So even if he didn't wanted to but he decided to end this right now. 

Your hands moved to wrap on his shoulders when overstimulation hit your core. You hugged him tighter in your arms with shivering legs. one hand pulling fist full his lakeshore blue hair and with a loud moan you released your cum at the same time when his white ooze filled your inside. He gave a light soft moan in your ears along with it, squeezing you into his chest. 

He stayed on top of you like that for a couple of minutes, you both panting heavily. He could hear your heartbeat so louder. After a moment of silence a light laugh came from his mouth. He lifted his face from your neck and glanced into your eyes with that soft innocent smile. That mesmerizing eyes were something else right! The way it stares into yours always made your mind wanting to kiss him. But you didn't do that, instead you asked him with panting unsteady voice

"Mahito, wha..!!what.... are you...!!?"

He stroked on your hair with his fingers moving the strands of hair covering your forehead 

"A 'curse'...., a curse born from human hatred...."

#mahito #jjk #jjk mahito #jujutsu kaisen #mahito x reader #mahito x y/n #jujutsu kaisen anime #jujutsu kaisen manga #cursed spirit #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #yandere

[valentine-writes]

i just rly wanna luv u !

「 tws + notes: no tws, unserious asf, atsv ben reilly having kenergy (CREDS 2 @//KAIRISCORNER THE GOAT for this), ben is mad silly, reader is a spider-person, unedited, ooc (?) 」

↳ ft. scarlet spider/ben reilly

「 oblivious gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

author's note: im having so many thoughts about him in the movie always. bro had bare minimum screen time and i still go AWOOGA thinking of this stupid stupid guy </3 im gonna b real here, i luv my bitches silly!!! (*ﾉε｀*)

▸ you were teamed up w/ ben reilly on your first mission!!! this was the first time you ever interacted,,, which was. interesting to say the least

"scanning the area..."

"who are you talking to–"

▸ you just kinda have to get used to his narrating while you hunt down the anomaly miguel sent you two after. but!!! just because he's talkative (more to himself rather than you) doesn't mean he's incompetent

you end up locating it and capturing it in about an hour and a half. quick as hell.

▸ you seem to work well with him!!! progressively, you notice that you're paired up with him quite frequently.

this isn't strange– itz actually fairly easily rationalized this by the fact that you just seem to work more efficiently as a duo

▸ eventually, you two become friends and spend time together beyond just doing missions

▸ it's relieving for the rest of the spider society to know he does more than just ruminate over his harrowing past and distressing memories when he's not saving the multiverse

▸ but it becomes just... a little peculiar. you may be oblivious, but you're far from stupid. everyone notices how he's spending more time around you than anyone else– he follows you like a lost puppy

you ask him about this,, and he fervently denies it

"following you? pft. no. not even. you wouldn't get it–"

like... ok dude. um. anyways.

▸ you pick up on little things here and there, but you just figure the poor guy doesn't have a lot of friends.

▸ you are the only person who's allowed to call him "benny" (though he will feign distaste for the nickname, he letz it slide)

▸ you are the only person who distracts him from his dramatic monologues, the only one who draws his thoughts away from whatever he's brooding about

▸ you are the only person who he ever actively seeks out

"has anyone seen them today? they haven't been around–"

"searching for them... hm... nowhere to be seen... checking frequent hangout locations–"

▸ and all of a sudden, you're the only person who he wants to show off to. not like you notice this part. you just assume he's grown accustomed to talking to you about everything

"check it out. i've changed my arm routine."

and he's jus.. flexing.

you hit him w/ the "cool dude, it's really showing!!" and he immediately takes +5 dmg from u tugging on his heartstrings

▸ ur compliments just mean everything to him

▸ the littlest things about your appreciation get to him. even just you smiling because of him seems to make him a little weak in the knees though he tries not to show it too much

▸ he's... trying. again, he really isn't incompetent but sometimes he's straight up making himself a cringefail loserboy around you

"THIS ONES FOR YOU!!!!" tries to shoot a basketball into a hoop

it hits the rim hard

bounces back

hits him square in the face

he tried.

▸ so maybe you haven't noticed much. however, you've definitely noticed he's been trying so much harder around you. and though you reassure him always that he's just fine the way he is– he still always attempts to be more.

you don't understand why.

▸ "ben, this... really isn't necessary, y'know? you're cool as you are." you tell him. it seems like he's relentless in his quest to impress.

you make it simple:

"i like you." you tell him.

ben pauses, taking a moment to look at you. his gaze is focused on you, your face– he hears the sincerity laced in your words. he feels his face heat up just a little. "...really?"

you grin and for a moment, his heart skips a beat. he feels his breath catch in his throat

"of course! ben," you say, his name on your lips being akin to the sound of a choir of angels, "you'll always be my best friend, dude."

+50 dmg to ben reilly

he cries HARD that night into his pillow IAHWOEHDJW

▸ you two are free entertainment for the rest of the spider society. people are placing bets on whether ben's gonna stop pussying around or if you're gonna put two-and-two together before he actually confesses

▸ and they are DIVIDED abt how this is gonna end for you both

after all, you still seem to be absolutely clueless about the fact that ben was the one practically begging miguel to be teamed up with you on each mission.

▸ and now, he's REALLY trying

▸ shows up with your favourite flowers at your door

"oh!! benny, that's so nice of you! you really are such a great friend–"

+60 dmg to ben reilly

▸ "inadvertently" (aka: TOTALLY ON FUCKING PURPOSE) tries to cuddle up to you on the couch or put an arm around you while watching a movie

"are you cold?"

"no, i–"

"here, i don't really need this blanket anyways"

+65 dmg to ben reilly

+5 warmth

▸ STRAIGHT UP TELLS YOU HE LOVES YOU

"i love you too, ben! you're irreplaceable. the absolute sweetest friend i have."

UR KILLING HIM

▸ you two r just:

▸ atp the spider society is in SHAMBLES. it is no longer entertaining it is torturous watching ben reilly now lament over his "unrequited love burning like a wildfire in his heart" (his dramatic ass words probably) and you have no clue it's about YOU

▸ one day, he's decided he has to do something. he needs to make it completely and undeniably clear that he's in love with you.

-

you're hanging out as usual, in the cafe not touching the miguel burger that they're serving there for some reason becuz eating the face of your boss feels... wrong and he clears his throat

"no backing out now..." he declared to himself, narrating while sitting Right In Front Of You

he clears his throat, making you look up from your fries.

"so..." he begins.

"benny, what would you do if someone didn't like you back?" you suddenly blurt out.

he looks up at your face. you've been pouting this entire time, head held low as you pick at your food.

how did he not notice? his attention is constantly on you. he mentally beats himself up for this

in the anxiety of his plans to confess, he somehow completely disregarded how you were feeling. he was so in his head.

"switching directive–" he mutters to himself, now focused on what you wanna say.

you give him a weak smile. "look, i just... i dunno. maybe this is bad timing."

there's a beat of silence between the two of you before you speak up again.

"ben. i really like you. like... more than a friend. it hurts. so so much. because i know you only think of me as a friend and i just–"

everyone within earshot nearly explodes hearing this.

-

▸ like ok plot twist i guess. so the pining went both ways and you were both completely oblivious to it.

▸ the other spider-people who were betting on how this would end are all SHAKEN

but are also so relieved they don't have to walk past ben loudly declaring his anguish due to a broken heart

▸ ben is astonished by how you even thought that he saw you as just a friend. he did EVERYTHING to get through to you

but hey. something worked. finally, after the yearning, and the trying, and the fear of rejection– he finds himself on a date with you :3

#he's so funny to me i need to crush him like an empty soda can #hes so babygirl i cant do this #u shud check the writer i mentioned btw i dropped two ben reilly reqs and they've caused my brainrot ever since #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #ben reilly #ben reilly x reader #ben reilly headcanons #scarlet spider #scarlet spider x reader

[tinyperson00]

You dont wanna train? - Toju and Akira fanfic

hm I wonder how this will happen •v•

Akira wakes up at her usual time of 5:45am and rolls out of bed. Tired as she is, she is very used to getting up and trainig this early in this morning. After-all, she's been doing it for a year or so every day. As she gets up and gets dressed in her uniform and Haori she starts to think of something. For the past 2 months of having her Tsuguko, Toju, in the house with her along with his little sister Katsu she has been paying very close attention to his every move. Akira is very observant and her hearing is equal to that of Zenitsu, so she practically knows everything that goes on in her mansion. She thinks back to how Toju sounds different around Her than around Katsu and other visitors to her mansion. For a while she just thought it was because she was his mentor, but after hearing Obani talking to Misturi and listening to the complete change in his sound she was beginning to think it was something else. Her thoughts continue as she heads down for breakfast with Katsu. Akira... can't cook. Not at all.. everytime she tried to cook it just ended up in flames, literally. Katsu prepared all the meals in the household to prevent it from being burned down by Akira. Katsu is placing the plates onto the table when Akira comes downstairs and enters the kitchen.

"Good morning Akira! I made some yummy breakfast for me, you and Toju." Katsu says excitedly while running over to give her a big soft hug.

"Good morning katsu." She responded with a soft and warm smile to greet her sister. "It smells amazing in here."

they both sit down at the table and wait for Toju to arrive. Sometimes he gets up a little late since he isn't used to getting up quite this early, though he has never missed breakfast even once and is always up by the time training is set to start. Sometimes Toju and Katsu will train with Akira together, but other times it's just him. Toju enjoys Katsu's company during training, but he prefers his time alone with Akira more. After about 7 minutes Akira starts to feel like something is up. He's never been this late to breakfast before, and she wonders if something happened.

"Hey, Katsu, you can start eating without me. Im gonna go check up on Toju" she says.

"alrighty. Ill warm your food up for when you get back." Katsu replies.

Akira gets up from the table and heads back upstairs where all the bedrooms are. She heads down the hallway, past her room, past Katsu's room, and finally reaches the room that Toju is staying in. She waits a second before knocking on his door. Akira listens to see if he is up or not. When a person is sleeping they give off a different sound than when they are awake. From what she hears it sounds like hes not fully sleeping, but definitely not awake. She knocks loudly on the door but gets no response. After about a minute she knocks for a second time. Still no answer.

"Toju? Are you up?" Akira asks through the door.

-silence-

She sighs, then slowly opens the door. Once the door is open, it reveals a covered up Toju still sleeping in his bed. Akira walks over to him and gently taps on his forehead to attempt to wake him up. When he doesn't respond for the third time Akira decides to just hit him in the arm. Though, as she is about to do it, he finally stirs a little and starts to wake up a bit. She gently taps him once more and then waits for him to open his eyes. When Toju finally opens his sleepy blue eyes, he sees Akira knelt down next to his bed. He jolts up and looks somewhat embarrassed as she just gives that blank expression with her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Ah! Shit- how long was I asleep for..?" He asks still in a frazzled state of mind.

"well your about 15 minutes late to breakfast.. do probably a while." Akira answers, "did you even wake up when the crowd called that it was time??"

"..oh.. well yea I did wake up.. but I shut my eyes and layed back down for a minute and-" he looks down at the floor, "Im sorry Sakuranbura-san"

"Just get up and get dressed now, breakfast is on the table. Katsu is heating ours back up." Akira says, slightly annoyed.

"Yes ma'am" Toju replies.

"Oh- and Toju, I told you just to call me Akira. I really don't like being called so formally."

"Oh yea right. Sorry Akira."

Akira leaves the room now and shuts the door. She waits for a minute as she listens to Toju. So she was right then, he sounds just like Obani did. Toju is still sitting there trying to comprehend what just happened. His face is still somewhat red from the sight of Akirs next to his bed. Akira heard him finally get up and begin to get dressed, and she heads back downstairs to rejoin Katsu for breakfast. A few moments after she sits back down and gets her food, Toju comes slowly and sluggishly down the stairs to the table. Akira just looks up at him, still in the same expressionless look with her eyebrows raised. he sits down at the table and thanks Katsu for the breakfast. Akirs notices the exhaustion lines under his eyes are somewhat darker than before. Had he not been sleeping?

"You seem pretty worn out today, Toju.. are you alright? Do you want me to go get Ushuu from the butterfly mansion?" Katsu starts saying kinda frantically.

"Im alright, Katsu.. Thank you though." He responds.

Akira is still watching him as they all eat their breakfast. Once finished, Akira puts her plate away then waits for the others to finish as well. Akira has always been a fast eater, so she often has to wait a little while afterwards for the other two to finish their food. A couple of minutes go by and they are finally done. Akira looks at Toju and kinda just says like 'its time to train get up' with her eyes. She is standing there, arms crossed with her same expression. Toju gets up and walks over to her, but instead of following her out to the training grounds he asks her a question.

"Akira.. could we do something besides train today..?"

Akira looks back at him with a confused look and just says, "why."

"im still pretty exhausted from this weeks, and it's been nonstop for 2 months with the exception of missions."

"Yes im aware." She blatantly responded.

"Could I please just get even one day to rest? Ill even go run errands instead."

"We are going to train today Toju."

Akira is not giving in one bit. It goes on like this for a few minutes before Akira finally turns fully around and starts to walk back to him. As she walks closer to him with an intimidating look on her face, Toju starts to backup away from her. This tiny girl is now driving Toju back into the wall. He hits the wall with a thud and Akira continues to walk over to him now that he has no where else to backup. Toji just so happened to end up right next to a pile of big heavy book stacked up next to him on the floor. Akira sees the books and gets a devilish Idea. This is most likely not going to turn out as you think she might be thinking. Akira now has Toju pinned down to the wall. Pinned down again.. Toju has a habit of ending up like this a lot. Akira, the tiny girl, pinning down Toju, the big muscular man. Its a sight to see. She looks up at Toju and gives him a little smirk before pushing the pile of books in front of him with her foot. Toju has no idea what she is doing, but just stays there not daring to move a muscle. Akira can be very scary sometimes and it's best not to move. She steps up on the books making herself now almost the same heights has him.

"You dont wanna train?" She says to him in a sarcastic tone.

He doesn't respond, but looks somewhat scares now.

She releases her grip on his arms and now grabs onto his shirt and scarf. Toju's heart was beginning to pound faster now with the increased proximity between them.

"Im very observant you know.. I know everything that goes on in this mansion." She states. "I have incredible hearing and I watch everything."

Toju doesn't know where this is going, but he still stays in the same spot not moving an inch.

Akira leans in a little closer now. She hears his heart pounding even faster now, and his cheeks begin to turn a little but pink.

She smirks up at him and states, "You think I don't realize? As I said. I know everything"

He begins to understand what she means and his face goes even more red.

"Don't think I haven't realized your attraction towards me~ I hear your heart rate increase every time Im near to you, I can sense the attraction you have towards me. I know you act differently with other people than you do with me." Akira smirks.

"I-" Toju tries to say before being cut off by Akira again.

"You know.. You're very attractive yourself Toju." She looks up at him

'Wait.. huh?' He thinks 'What does this have to do with me not wanting to train..? What is this girl planning..'

Akira pulls his chest closer to her, still maintaining her grip on his shirt and scarf.

"You asked for this.." She says in a low voice.

suddenly it makes sense to him now. She got him to hit the wall next to the books for a reason.. 'Smart little bitch-' he thinks.

Since Akira is so much shorter than Toju, she would need something to raise herself up with. Then, in an instant, she moved in and kissing him right on the lips. She gives him a long, soft, warm kiss. His heart is racing now. Then she pulls away again and steps off the books. he looks down at her as if asking for more.

Akira smirks at him, "Want more do you? Well then get out here and start training."

Her plan worked incredibly. Toju decided that he would go out and train with her now motivated by that kiss, and his attraction towards her. Akira is a smart and sly little Hashira, shes always one step ahead.

"If you do well, then maybe you'll have more kisses coming your way~ better work hard now." She teases and walks away, still with that same little smirk on her face.

She walks a few steps, then turns back around for a second.

"I win~" Akira says in a low tone.

She gives him the most devilish look yet. Tongue out, eyes narrowed, looking over her shoulder at him as she walks away to the training ground. Toju has a new found respect for this woman, even more than he already did.

'damn.. she's insane' He thinks to himself as he follows after her to go train.

-End-

Not proofread.. I apologize for any spelling mistakes •v• I hope you enjoy reading that :D

I didnt except it to last that long.. I was just gonna do a short little fic honestly lol but I think it turned out pretty well!

Lemme know what you thought of it :>

#demon slayer oc #demon slayer #bored #cute #drawing #avoiding sleep #digital art #Fanfic #Akira x Toju #Akira always wins

[nanivinsmoke]

The Breakup.

Sanji x blackFem!reader

needed another angst on here. also sanji and yonji’s personalities are different from the og story.

summary : when love has its limits, a relationship is shattered.

warnings: smoking, semi-violence, cheating.

note: italics is a flashback

The look in his eyes could kill. She had never seen his blue eyes look so dark. That happiness that once radiated through him was no longer there. Not after what she had told him.

The rain poured and danced on the windows, dancing to the beat of thunder, setting the mood for tonight. “Sanji! If you’d just let me explain!” She pleaded, reaching out to grab his arm, but he quickly moved away. Her face was painted with the mascara from her eyes, evident that she was crying.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear your piss poor excuse, Y/N! You fucking cheated on me!” His words cut through her like the sharpest knives that he owned, he meant every word. “Please! Just let me explain!” she pleaded once more, finally getting him to look at her. His face held pure disgust, this is the first time he ever looked at her like that, let alone a woman.

“Yes! Please tell me how you ended up fucking my brother!” The cat was out the bag, he had finally said it and she cringed at it. “Okay…I’ll tell you. Just don’t yell anymore,” she pleaded, her irises softening even though it still held tears in them. Sighing, she turned away not able to face him as she recounted that day, the day that changed her life.

“It was the day that me and you had got into that big argument and you left the house….”

She sat on the plush blue love seat, staring at the door hoping that he would come in, hoping to get an understanding on everything. She didn’t understand how one point she went from loving him, to hating him at the same time. She didn’t understand his feelings and neither did he with her’s and she wanted the opportunity to understand them, without another argument. The couple would usually have pointless disagreements and would get over them before the day would end, but this time it was different.

Hours before, Sanji had crept in their townhouse in the wee hours of the morning, hungover after drinking until he couldn’t know more. He had thought his girlfriend was asleep which would have given him the leverage to sneak in their bed with her, but when the lights flicked on and he saw her sitting on the loveseat; with a cigarette in hand. He knew he was in for it tonight. It was habit she had picked up from him whenever she was stressed out or pissed; and knowing her she was both.

“Why have you been coming in here so late, Sanji?” Y/N questioned, eyeing him as he kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket over the other sofa, ignoring her. “You don’t think i know who’ve you been with? Tell Viola i said hi” His eyebrows furrowed and he turned to her, his black eyes nearing hers.

“You spying on me now?” He questioned, watching as she took a pull from the cigarette that was in her hand before she ashed it on their tray. “I shouldn’t have to fucking spy on you if you called me! You don’t even have the decency to do that! But, you can call Viola to hangout whenever! Yeah…i checked that phone,” his eyes widened and he clutched his pocket where his phone was.

“Stay the fuck out of my business, Y/N!”

“I wouldn’t have to be in your business if you’d just tell me where you are and who you are with!”

“Did you ever stop and think maybe im trying to get away from you? God! You crazy bitch!” As the words left his lips he instantly regretted it and he didn’t even attempt to dodge as she hurled a the blue vase at him, letting it shatter into bite and pieces against his face. “Get out! Get out! I hate you! Leave me alone!” She hit his chest, tears streaming down her mahogany colored skin, pushing him out the door. And when he was finally out the door she broke down, sitting in that living for hours.

And then she heard the door knob move and she perked up, thinking he had came back. She nearly sprinted over to the door and opened it, but was disappointed when she saw that it wasn’t Sanji. Instead it was his brother, Yonji. He was about to say something smart and snarky, but when he had seen the state of the living room and her face, he knew there was something wrong. He may not have been his brother, but he still had same the attributes. He quickly consoled her, ran her a bath, cleaned up the place and made her something to eat; even though he wasn’t as skilled in the kitchen it had tasted just as good to her. And when she told him about what happened prior, he was shocked. Shocked that the woman lover, Sanji, had called his girlfriend a bitch.

“Look Y/N, im no saint so im not going to act like I am. But, my brother is a Vinsmoke just like the rest of us. Meaning there’s an asshole in him deep down, it’s in his blood. You deserve better than him…better than that” Yonji had a way with words, he knew how to control a situation. And by looking at Y/N’s plump lips then back up at her eyes, he went in for the kiss and was surprised when she kissed back. Things quickly heated and that’s when the two of them had sex on that same plush sofa.

“You hurt me. And all I could think about was hurting you back”

“By fucking my brother?!” He yelled, tears brimming his own eyes. It was very clear on what the outcome would be for this situation and Y/N was going to be the one to say it. “I think we should break up. We aren’t good for each other Sanji…not at all…”

“Yeah. I’ll be out of here by tonight”

#one piece #sanjionepiece #sanji vinsmoke #sanji x you #sanji x reader #sanji x black reader #sanji x female reader #reader x sanji #one piece angst #one piece x reader #vinsmoke yonji #yonji #good yonji au #reader x yonji #Yonji x reader #one piece lemon #one peice #black leg sanji #nami #one piece zoro

[strawberryjmilk]

repeat ♡ min yoongi [repeat, repeat, repeat]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + yoongi happy disability pride month <3

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

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picky eating ♡

yoongi made a habit for himself. every time he heard of something new — a restaurant, cafe, bakery, whatever — he sent you the menu immediately. one too many times you’d arrived to a new place only to not eat ; or you would verbally shut down, too overwhelmed with the new area and different options.

he’d seen as a comfort food no longer tasted or felt the same ; saw the discomfort and confusion on your face as something so nice turned bitter.

“baby,” his voice calls through your phone's speaker. you smile at the sound, applying a sensory friendly lip balm as he speaks. “check out the link i jus’ sent you. or we could do your favorite for dinner. you choose.”

you hum, scrolling through the new menu you were sent. your eyes light up at the description of one of the choices. it sounded good ; sounded like something you’d actually eat. “the new place sounds good. are we eating there or…?”

“wanna take it home?” a crinkle hits his line as he adjusts the phone. “can pick it up on the way there.”

you bite your lip, “are you sure? i can— i’ll get ready if you want to go out.”

“nah,” he breathes out a laugh, “we’ll eat at home. see you soon, baby.”

parallel play ♡

yoongi did not like people being in his studio. it was his safe space ; his work area where he didn’t like to be interrupted.

you broke this rule sometimes.

he allowed it — liking how quiet and to yourself you’d be. other times, though, you’d let him be and wait until he got home to hang out.

a puzzle was on the floor as you sort through the pieces, mind blank and searching for the last pink colored piece. yoongi glanced at you from where he sat, headphones wrapped around his neck. he smiles softly, nudging your knee with the tip of his shoe. “alright?”

“m’good,” you respond. you don’t even blink ; don’t look up at him to smile as you move onto a different color. your fingers twitch, hesitating to pick up a puzzle piece. “want me to leave?”

“nah,” yoongi sags back into his chair comfortably. “you’re jus’ fine right here, angel.”

stimming ♡

you need to move. your emotions have built up — and built up and built up and built up — and now you were on the verge of wiggling until everything came loose. taking a deep breath, you pick at your nails once more.

it does nothing.

none of your usual, hidden stims are good enough anymore. you’ve bottled it up so much for so long that you need something harsh ; something destructive and big to help you release.

yoongi frowns as you scrunch your fingers together tightly, so hard it looks painful. “baby? everything okay?”

you let out another breath, eyes pinned to the wall in front of you. “need to… scream.”

it was a code word — i need to stim. yoongi frowns, adjusting his body so that his head and torso are facing you fully. “okay. go ahead. you know i don’t mind.”

“it’s—“ you let out a whine. your eyes scrunch closed — so hard you see stars and dots — before you snap them back open. your mouth curves into a frown, voice softening into a whisper. “it’s embarrassing.”

“embarrassing?” yoongi’s frown deepens as he laces his fingers with your own. you hesitate, but give his hand a small squeeze. “angel, this is something you need to do. something that helps you self-regulate and feel better.” he pauses, eyes dancing across your face as your agitated expression holds. “want me to look away?”

you squeeze his fingers once more before shaking your head. another breath — you close your eyes again. and then you’re slowly rocking back and forth in your seat, quickening the pace as you need to.

yoongi stays silent, only rubbing his thumb across your knuckles when you slow down. eventually, your eyes peel open and your shoulders are less tense ; a smile easier to hold. he kisses the back of your hand, “better?”

“much. thank you.

“nothin’ to thank,” another kiss to your hand. “jus’ glad you feel safe with me.”

disordered sleeping ♡

another yawn leaves your lips. you blink, shaking your head to wake yourself up a little more. yoongi glances at you, frowning in concern. he tilts his head, "sleepy, angel?"

"bad night," you answer instead. he leans up, getting in your view as his frown deepens. "bad dreams and woke up... a lot."

"m'sorry," he rubs your back, "anything i can do to help?"

you hum, moving your body with the motion of his hand. rubbing your eyes — yoongi pulls your hand away gently — you shrug. "feels like i've tried everything and nothing helps."

yoongi nods, a pout on his mouth. the room goes still, silent as he continues to rub your back. "we can try something new, if you want? look up remedies 'nd stuff and see what you think."

"okay," you sag against his body, "won't hurt to try, i guess."

"okay." yoongi grins and scrolls on his phone, looking for things to help you sleep. he says them outloud, pausing when you hum in interest. you've got a small list of things to try, home remedies and medical ones. yoongi kisses the side of your head, "nap if you want, angel. i'll wake you in a bit."

auditory processing disorder ♡

sometimes, words didn't sound right to you. the sentences didn't make sense ; the way things were phrased or pronounced were hard to understand. yoongi was patient with this — didn't get annoyed when you asked him to repeat things.

you're reading when yoongi calls out, "get your phone, please."

how would that make sense when you're on your phone? your eyebrows furrow as you pause running through his sentence and trying to make it make sense.

yoongi pops his head out from his room, "thanks for folding these."

your mouth falls into an oh expression. "you're welcome."

the side of his mouth tilts up, as he stills, watching you curiously. "what did you think i said?"

"something about my phone." you move the device, wiggling it in the air. "didn't get how that made sense."

yoongi lets out a laugh, nodding to himself. "no wonder you didn't answer me at first."

——♡—— slowly trying to write for kpop again <3 doing my best!! i wrote a detroit become human one here if you'd like to read it! <3 strawberryjmilk © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know.

#min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine #autistic reader #min yoongi fluff #min yoongi scenarios #autistic!reader #agust d x reader #suga x reader #agust d imagine #suga imagine #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts bulletpoint #bts oneshots

[yae-energy]

pick up the phone !!! pt2: electric boogaloo

synopsis: my take on whether they’re a caller or texter

cast: maki zenin, yuta okkotsu, toge inumaki x black fem reader

cw: cursing, (yuta’s part is a teeny tiny bit self indulgent 😬 <3 mb y’all)

—

maki - texter (occasional caller)

- doesn’t mind being on the phone since it’s you, but is more of a texter

- answers immediately like it’s almost scary

- is a bullet texter 🤷🏽‍♀️ idk she give me those vibes

- like i feel if you’re asleep or smth and she wants to talk to you she WILL spam you

- does not care

- has dnd on but allows your notifs to go through <3

- calls you when she can’t sleep but the second y’all get otp she’s knocked out

- like you’re talking about smth stupid and when you don’t hear her answer you’re like

“this bitch 😶”

- will facetime you but her camera is always off when she does

- however, if your camera is off she will be mad

“yeah go ahead and turn that camera back on you’re not slick 😐”

“mmcht 😒”

- has your contact photo as the picture she took of you kissing her cheek on y’all’s first date

- but then has your name saved as smth like

- “weirdo 🤥”

- always, always. ALWAYS. texts you good night

- she will not sleep until she does

—

yuta - caller (facetime)

- loves seeing your face

- facetimes you nonstop

- litterally twice a day he is obsessed with you

“babe can we facetime ☹️ i miss you”

“baby i wanna see your face, facetime me”

“facetime??? 😁”

- loves when you guys eat on the phone together cause he thinks its a date !

“bae can you pass the salt? 😋”

“boy if you don’t getcho corny ass on somewhere 😭”

- you still do it though cause it makes him laugh, it’s y’all’s little inside joke

- loves facetiming you on wash day cause he likes to watch you detangle your hair

- finds the way you work the different moisturizers and curl definers through your hair satisfying

- tells you you’re pretty nonstop

- has your contact saved as “my pretty girl 💕”

- and the photo is of a picture he took of you during golden hour when the sun was hitting you just right

- sends you good morning and goodnight texts

“good morning beautiful, hope you slept well <3”

“goodnight my love 😴”

—

inumaki - texter

- this man is a menace

- A MENACE I SAY

- litterally texts you all day

- like you could be at work and here he is blowing up your phone like a madman

“love, im at work 😭”

“i didn’t ask all that but ok”

- does not give 1, 2, or 3 fucks

- is always

- and i mean

- ALWAYS

- sending you those flirty meme pictures

- he thinks they’re so funny 😭😭😭

- sends hella tiktoks

- doesn’t know how to start a conversation to save his life though so he’ll usually just send something random asf in hopes of getting your attention

- works every time though

- checks on you to make sure you’re having a good day and to remind you to eat and drink water

- sends imsg games

- is an 8 ball god so you hate playing with him

- whenever you start losing you send darts and he get real quiet

“you always do this bs 😒”

- your contact photo is of you wearing a tinfoil hat he made cause he’s gotta protect you from the aliens !!!

- your name is set as “❤️❤️❤️”

- gets the point across perfectly in his opinion

#saint laurent productions #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x black reader #inumaki x y/n #maki x reader #yuta x reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader

[ashersanity]

Being told the way I type sounds comforting, that's so sweet! Thank you pookie ૮( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)ა

I saw your post about your yandere PC's, take this as an invitation to write about them! I'm interested to know about them, what they're like, who they are ˊᵕˋ write about whatever you'd like! also I think the hate to love pipeline because Whitney was occasionally soft has some reflection of stockholm syndrome but it's okay! I'm sure he has more redeeming qualities outside of that! (??)

I don’t usually like the word pookie but the way you say it just makes me feel all warm inside, wtf. like a soft gooey peanut butter cookie melting in your mouth. that was oddly specific.

YEAH, YEAH!! THANKS!! IM DEFINITELY GOING TO DO THE YANDERE PC POST! I’m gonna ramble about them so hard that people need to physically shut me up, too many swirling thoughts, so much lore to uncover. glad at least a few people have taken interest in them. I’m doing it for every single one of you and myself. expect the worst though, they’re fucking crazy.

the hating whitney to loving whitney pipeline is so real.. hit me like a ton of bricks when I finally realized that they’re my fav char after all this time, still new to the dol fandom, but didn’t even know they could be a LI at the time that I played (I started playing last summer, in july) you calling it stockholm syndrome might be right. it’s pretty complicated, ping ponging wildly between detesting their guts and loving them. more like a sort of ‘I wanna fuck ‘em bent over the desk till they’re begging and crying for me to stop’, y’know? aggressive love-hate relationship going on.

going to list a few things in the game, general game mechanics that vrel applied to whitney that makes me love them all the more. (maybe I might even convince you? no way)

low love! whitney who’s known for skipping and never coming to class, all time delinquent because why should they? it’s a waste of time being there, sat at the back with another crumpled up paper in their hand, occasionally coming to just get on your nerves. purposely kicking at the back of your chair, shooting you that shit-eating grin of their own whenever you turn back to glance at them, clearly irritated with their antics.

high love! whitney who’s not missing any goddamn math class anymore, solely going there for your presence, pushing past a student to take the seat next to you. doesn’t care for river’s flat, monotone voice droning away about whatever bullshit equation on the board. no, their gaze is set on you, the bully who’s known for never even bothering with school, soft strands of hair curled around their finger, idly twirling it around. their friends always questioning why the hell they’re going every single time, the blond fipping them off as they stride away towards class. they’re here to see their favorite slut, isn’t it obvious? idiot.

low love! whitney who doesn’t do any of that weird, soft, intimate crap with you whenever you two are fucking on a desk, hallways, school gates, y’know.. it’s wherever with that bitch. always pulls away when you tentatively reach for their fingers to intertwine with your own, annoyed look on the delinquent’s face for even trying that shit with them. I’m serious, they don’t allow pc to hold hands or kiss them during an encounter when they’re not a LI, I checked.

high love! whitney who’s actually the one to initiate these kinds of things, face moving closer to yours, pressing soft, gentle kisses all over your lips, relishing in the taste left on their tongue. letting you hold each other’s hand as you two go at it on the park bench, fingers intimately intertwined together and rhythmically squeezing at every thrust. adores the quiet gasps they elicit from you, intently watching for your every reaction beneath their blond eyelashes.

low love! whitney that doesn’t even bother looking your way as you hand them over the milkshake in your hand, slightly surprised by the sudden show of kindness, but it’s not enough to deter them away from their usual shitty demeanour. dumps the entire drink on you, sound of their obnoxious laughter fading away as they walk out of the park, in a much better mood now. asshole.

high love! whitney’s eyes widening slightly in surprise when you do the same, expecting the same treatment now, but instead being met with a rough arm wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you in closer to their frame. visible flush on their normally cold face as they sip away at their milkshake, unwilling to admit that they’re grateful to be sharing this sweet moment with their favorite person in the world. god, the bully’s always silently hoping that you come to see them on rainy days, the hard days. not that they’ll ever say it aloud, completely denying it. what the fuck are you talking about?? stupid slut!!

man, I love whitney. fuck ‘em.

#i love them so much #but also hate them #it gets confusing #crisis I had once I realized I actually liked them #was crazy #they’re still my fav char for other reasons #so fucking funny #their dialogue is golden #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #dol whitney #asher rambles #too much #asher gets asks

[adarafaelbarba]

I have a migraine and I’m dying, so could I get any boi taking care of reader with a migraine? 🥺❤️

A/N: I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve got a migraine 🥺 Hope it didn’t take too long to get rid of it my love ❤️ You can of course get something about boi taking care of you ❤️ And since it’s you I’ll throw a few of them into the mix ❤️🫂

Sonny: He’s had many headaches in his time as a cop, student and ADA. So he would know exactly what do do to help you. He’ll tell you to go lay down in bed, then goes to grab the essentials; medicine, juice, water and tea, the cold compress for your eyes that was always kept in the fridge.

Shortly after grabbing everything he’s back in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed to place it all on the bedside table. «You’re too good to me Dominick», you say tiredly, eyes closed from the light in the sealing.

«You know you could’ve left the lights off right?» «And risk tripping and hitting my head, no thanks my love.»

He chuckles softly, helping you get settled. «I’ll turn it off on the way out—»

As soon as you heard that you pouted, and he knew you wanted him to stay. But he couldn’t too much work going on at the moment. Which he told you, though he promised to come back as soon as possible to check in on you.

With a soft kiss to your forehead he left, and as promised, turned the lights off so you could finally rest.

~~~

Joe: He’s worried as soon as you don’t answer his call. He’d wanted to let you know he was on his way home, and to ask if you wanted takeout or for him to cook. But after the third time of going to voicemail he stormed to your place.

A sigh of relief left his lips when he saw you sleeping on the couch, only the light on the end table on in the living room.

As soon as he sat down though you opened your eyes, your vision trying to focus enough to see him. «Jose?»

«You had me worried sick amor, couldn’t get a hold of you.»

«I’m sorry…I took my migraine medicine and fell asleep—»

He cups your cheek, caressing the smooth skin with his thumb, «Let me go get a cold cloth for your forehead. You just lay here and rest amor, I’ll be back soon.»

Barely able to nod, you turned your head slightly, kissing the palm of his hand. «Thank you.»

~~~

Gallowglass:

«Darling—your heart rate is spiking—are you okay?»

You let out a pained groan not even a second after he asked. «How do you always know when I’m not well?» A soft chuckle left his lips, his hands coming to cup our cheeks. «I’m a vampire, darling, I can smell and hear everything. Now tell me what’s wrong.»

Raising your hand to your forehead, you pouted up at him, explaining that you were getting a migraine.

«You have medicine for that right?» 

A small nod, then a huff, «But they’re at my place, I’ll be fine though, I just need an ibuprofen or something.»

Gallowglass gave you a look.

«Eric, I’ve been through this for so many years, I’ll be fine.»

«Fine. I’ll have Marthe or Marcus bring it up here, you’re going straight to bed.»

«Yes sir.» You rolled your eyes, but on the inside you absolutely loved it.

~~~

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[watermelonsugacry]

OK I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANNA TALK 2 U ABOUT SO HERE IS ME RANTING AND PUTTING QUESTIONS:

I lovehe relationship yn has w the tomlinsons😫 like how she has a secrete handshake with the twins and how lottie is like her little sister and LOUIS IS LITERALLY A DREAM FRIENDSHIP

I have this thing where i like to think that yn was a big fan of paramore, and she also wrote some hits like only exeption (it just screams her and also it reminds me of how she would feel abt harry)

I also see her writing 'girl crush' when harry and taylor were dating and then saling it in 2014 but idk thats just me

And am i the only one who sees a PERFERT friendship between her and jennifer lawrence??

OK NOW I GOT SOME QUESTIONS SO HOPE THEY'RE NOT TOO MUCH

Whats the readers networth? Like i know that shes rich but how rich🤔

On a scale of 1-10 how famous is she? Like comparing to a big celebrity like Beyonce is she just as famous or..?

Whats her favorite colour?

Who is more clingy, harry or her?

Besides harry and louis who is her bestfriend that she hangs out w the most

What are some celebrities that got a crush on her and who has made that public

The weeknd has a song 'the party & after party' and it kind of sounds that hes describing a girl like yn "with your louis v bag, tats on your arms, high heels shoes make you 6 feet tall.." so are there some speculations ab this from the fans?

AND LAST is the reader the teaser in the relationship or does harry like to make fun of her more? ( srry if theres any mistakes)

IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR THIS LOVIE 💚

same!! they're family 🥰

funny enough, i actually picture a lot of paramore's music to be the music that yn would make with her band when she was in high school!

in the 1d!yn universe, she wrote Girl Crush!! (I remember talking about it a while ago on here but I forgot what year she wrote & sold it lol)

I don't know much about jennifer lawrence but thats an interesting pair 👀

I'll base it off of ariana grande's net worth at 240 million. But we all know that no number can amount to her actual worth 💅

I'd say that on a scale of 1-10, she's about an 8. She's a household name and an absolute force to be reckoned with. She's the type of famous that she forgets that she is and she'll record herself reacting to tiktoks lying down in bed, make-up free, and just lose her mind laughing. Or there was another time when she took herself out on a brunch date bc Harry went out to play golf that morning. Two girls approached her table and politely greeted her, said how much they loved her and had tickets to see her show that night. But before they could leave, YN invited them to sit with her and spent the rest of the morning eating and chatting with them.

Her favorite color is lavender 💜

Harry is the more clingy of the two! He's always the one who lays himself on top of her when she's about to get out of bed. When they arrive at the stadium he's going to perform at, her hand is constantly intertwined with his. When she's doing some last-minute rehearsals and sound checks, he's sitting at the edge of the room as he watches her work while still giving her her space. Or when she's in her home studio, he insists that she sits in his lap as she works because he's missed her all day, promising that he won't be a distraction to her (even though he totally is). And don't get it twisted, she can be clingy too sometimes; she's just better at hiding it.

Her other good friends that she hangs out with whenever she can are: Abel (the weeknd), Perrie Edwards, and Alisha Davies (an old friend from Doncaster turned choreographer).

oh my gosh where do I even begin?! There's a couple that initially come to mind: Matt Healy, Alex Turner, and Taron Egerton. For some reason, I can hear Matt say in an interview: "YN YLN is totally fit. Yeah, she's a fucking babe she is."

OOO definitely! Fans from both fan bases had speculated that they might have dated in 2017 (they didn't) bc that's when they hung out in public for the first time. Some people still speculate that Abel might have a crush on her til this day.

I'd say they share the teasing role. She throws playful jabs at him left and right, but she's the one who helped coax out that side of him. While they tease one another behind closed doors ALL the time, their favorite time to make fun of each other is at each other's shows.

#1d!yn asks #harry x 1dbandmember!reader #since 2010 series #1d!yn