#but have something a lil more painful instead i guess

[unclewaynemunson]

It wasn't the first time Eddie woke up to an empty bed after having someone spend the night. But it for sure was the first time it caught him by surprise.

He had been pretty sure things were different, with Steve. There was a real, proper date before they ended up in Eddie's bed together, after all. They held hands, they cuddled, they did all the romantic shit that Eddie used to scoff at and skip right past, before he got to know Steve Harrington. It hadn't felt like it was just about the sex: there had been tender touches and sweet words and soft kisses, and falling asleep in each other's arms afterwards had felt more intimate than anything Eddie had ever experienced before. So it didn't make sense to wake up and see no trace of Steve. No note, not a single piece of evidence that Steve had been there, not even something as dumb as a forgotten sock. Nothing.

As he went through his morning ritual of coffee, cereal and cigarette, he felt confusion make place for anger. By the time he was dressed and looking at himself while brushing his teeth in front of the crappy old bathroom mirror, he wondered how he could ever have been stupid enough to think that Steve would stay. The realization that Steve had apparently only used him to get what he wanted and dropped the act as soon as that happened, made him feel gross. He spit out his toothpaste with way more force than necessary and jumped in his van to tell Steve exactly that Eddie wasn't the kind of guy who tolerated being toyed with like that.

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When Eddie barged into Family Video, Steve was standing at one of the shelves with a big pile of tapes in his arms, the store empty and quiet except for some movie playing on the big screen in the background.

He looked up at the sound of the bell, and actually had the audacity to smile a soft, almost tender smile when he saw Eddie coming in.

"Hey there."

And, well, that truly did it for Eddie.

"Hey there?!" he repeated in a loud, shrill voice. "Seriously, Steve? What the hell, man? You sneak out of my bed after making me think what we did actually meant something, and now you greet me with a "hey there" like nothing has even happened?!"

Steve frowned; he looked genuinely surprised. Seriously, had none of the dozens of girls he probably pulled this on ever told him off? Or were they all worth staying for, contrary to Eddie the Freak Munson?

"Wha- What do you mean, making you think it meant something?" Steve stuttered. "It meant something. At least," he shrugged lightly and his cheeks colored into a light shade of pink, "to me it did."

For obvious reasons, Eddie found that a little bit hard to believe.

"Then why the hell did you sneak away at the crack of dawn like it was just some goddamn one-night stand?!"

Steve stared at him for a couple of seconds, his mouth falling open. Eddie had seen him look confused plenty of times before, but never like this - like he was missing something huge.

"I - I was allowed to stay?" Steve finally uttered. And it sounded so genuine, so small, so lost... All Eddie's anger easily got knocked out of him with that one question.

"You thought you weren't allowed to stay?" he asked, in a much softer voice this time.

Steve shrugged, suddenly avoiding Eddie's gaze.

"Yeah, I mean... I just assumed..." He swallowed visibly, seemingly searching for words. Finally, he fixed his eyes back on Eddie's face. "You actually wanted me to stay?" It sounded equal parts confused as hopeful, and the look in his brown eyes was so soft and innocent that it almost broke something inside of Eddie.

"Why the hell did you think I wouldn't?"

"I dunno, I just thought..." He looked away again, to a point just behind Eddie's shoulder as he continued, "Whenever a girl would come to my place, they'd always leave right after we finished. Or when I'd come to theirs, they'd have me leave through the window before their parents would notice. Some of them wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards, but not, like, the whole night, y'know."

"Fuck, Stevie... I -" Eddie could barely believe what Steve was saying; it truly blew his mind that there were so many people who could have Steve Harrington in their bed and not want to keep him there forever. It made him furious - not at Steve, obviously, but at those girls who had made this perfect boy believe that he wasn't the kind of person people would want to keep around for what came after the sex.

"Falling asleep with you last night... That was the best thing that ever happened to me," he told Steve. It felt vulnerable, to say it out loud, but he knew he had to get it all out in the open. "I mean, don't get me wrong, the things we got up to before falling asleep were also pretty damn mind-blowing..." He couldn't help but chuckle. "But of course I wanted you to stay. I thought that would speak for itself."

"Oh," was the only thing Steve said, just blankly staring at Eddie for a couple of seconds. Then, his eyes widened as Eddie's words finally seemed to sink in. "Shit, Eddie, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to -"

"It's okay," Eddie cut him off. "Can you uh," he nodded towards the video tapes in Steve's hands, "Put those away, please?"

Steve placed the pile on the shelf behind him and Eddie immediately launched himself into his arms, pulling him as close as humanly possible without crushing his bones.

With a surprised Oomph! Steve took a few stumbling steps backwards before he caught his balance again, and hugged Eddie back just as tight.

"I'm really sorry, I messed up," he said, his mouth close to Eddie's ear. "I had no idea. If I had known, I would never have left, seriously. I would've called in sick and made you pancakes, and I would've stayed with you in bed all day."

"It's okay," Eddie repeated. "I mean, it's frankly ridiculous that you'd assume I wouldn't want you around every single fucking morning from now on, but -"

"So can I make it up to you tonight?" Steve interrupted him, an eager undertone to his question. "Or actually tomorrow morning, I guess?"

Eddie leaned back slightly to see Steve's face. He was hesitantly smiling at him, and Eddie gave him a beaming smile in return. Then, he leapt forward again to press an impetuous kiss against Steve's lips.

"How 'bout you make it up to me every day from now on, big boy?"

"I dunno, making you pancakes every day from now on is a bit much, don't you think?"

Eddie laughed. "Then the deal's off, sorry."

"What if we take turns?"

He pretended to think for a moment. "Alright, I think I can live with that," he finally concluded, letting Steve pull him closer again to steal another kiss. And as long as he could taste Steve's lips, he couldn't care less about pancakes.

#look i know we all go crazy for the trope of steddie waking up and being surprised the other is still there #or one of them waking up to an empty bed only to find the other in the kitchen making breakfast #but have something a lil more painful instead i guess #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[chososdiscordkitten]

Just A Taste.

Synopsis: Gojo wants to taste readers breast milk •⩊•

Pairing: Gojo xFem!Reader Content: some plot, mostly nasty stuff, no penetrative sex, nursing handjob, ADULT NURSING, he tries to convince reader to let him suck a lil sum, gojo being weird, mentions he didn't have a mom, BREASTFEEDING, mommy kink if you squint, PREGNANCY KINK, whiny satoru, overall just a lot of nipple and breast play

Dedicated to: @busyreader17 , my beloved for hyping me up to write this, ty<;33

(a.n) why do I only ever write about gojo being a pregnancy freak? has to be studied. wrote this listening to very dramatic classical music

MDNI

Gojo has always been hard headed, never thinking twice on talking back or starting an argument just to prove he was right. And that little quirk about him only enhanced when his child was born.

Even if you were the one who spent countless hours in the emergency room trying to give birth to his big headed child- Satoru insisted that he knew best for his offspring. And in extension- he knew what was best for you. 

“Formula isn't good enough for my child.” he retorted when you mentioned how painful it was to breastfeed his gnawing child.

And when you'd bring up that you were ready to start working again- “You don't have to work- that's why you have me.” 

Little by little Gojo started dictating most of the aspects of your life. There was little to no resistance from you though- you didn't mind his overbearing fatherly tendencies when it came to protecting his family.

But there was one thing, just one thing you'd complain about if you could.

As stubborn as Satoru was in day to day life- he was equally, if not more stubborn in bed. Especially in one specific area.

Gojo begged. Begged on his knees as he watched you pump. Sitting on the couch and bouncing your knee as his hands held onto your calf, “I just want to taste-” he pouted, eyebrows pinched upwards. 

“Satoru.” you gritted through your teeth- hearing the whirr of the machine on your chest. He sighed as he placed his forehead to your knee, mumbling something about how mean you were to him.

This newfound need to taste the milk from your breasts was mildly irritating, not being able to take your shirt off without his eyes prying- parting his lips before asking again.  

Satoru would be lying if he said that anytime your breasts would leak against his chest midway through fucking- it didn’t take every ounce of strength he had to not trail his lips down to your puffy nipple. 

So, so, very tempting. But he'd refrain from acting on his urges, knowing you'd probably shake him off or tell him to stop completely. So instead of doing it without your permission, he settled on asking you anytime he could. 

At first you thought this was just him wanting to know what it tasted like, but when you offered him a small sip from a cup he said- “If i'm gonna drink it, I want it straight from the source.” to which you said, “I guess you're never gonna taste it then.” before tossing the small sip down the sink. 

He must've asked 3 times a day. Gojo needed it so bad- he would beg on his knees at your feet, looking up at you like an abused puppy that you were being far too cruel to.

And you always said no. 

But, your objections sounded like ‘maybe one day’ to his ears. 

So one very early morning, 4 maybe 5 am- you were standing at the kitchen counter, holding the little pumping machine to your right breast as your face churned with a grimace. Your nipples were sore, from the machine sucking harshly and from how often you had to do it.

You had just started filling one of the little bottles, and as though Gojo knew what you were doing, he walked in. Squinting at you, almost asking what you were doing at this hour- till his eyes landed on your breasts you didn't bother to cover. “Go back to sleep, I'll be done soon.” you muttered in a groggy voice as the whirring woke Satoru up from the hazy state he was in. 

He took a few steps towards you- resting his elbows on the counter as he watched the machine milk you. Jealous that a stupid machine had the right to and he didn't. 

The sun not even breaching the skyline made the room dim and dusky. 

You didn't mind if he watched- but that's all you'd ever grant him. But directly after sex- when his chest would be drippng with the light cream colored liquid that leaked from your breasts while he fucked you- and as he looked down to his sculped body in the bathroom, the sink running on a hand towel as you waited for him to come back to help clean you up.

His fingers couldn't help but swipe at the liquid before placing it on his tongue. The whisper of your taste on his tongue made one thing clear in his mind. If he couldn’t wrap his lips around your nipple and suck till there was nothing left- if you wouldn’t grant him that one favor, the closest thing he had was to fuck you in missionary from now on. Hoping one day he would ask you mid way through- and you’d be too fucked out to say anything but yes.  

True if he really wanted to taste you- he could just reach into the freezer and thaw a bag of the pumped milk to try it. But he didn't just want to taste it- he wanted to feel it fill his mouth directly from the source. How warm it would be as it slid down his throat. And god- from the small tastes he's gotten, it's so sweet. You taste so fucking sweet.

His eyes watched as the plastic bottle filled up with milk, almost hypnotized by the liquid. You winced as the machine sucked at your sore nipple, which only made the cogs in Satoru’s brain start churning with schemes. 

With soft eyes he fluttered his white eyelashes up to you, “Does it hurt?” he whispered, looking at your expression that looked more irritated than pained. You nodded your head slowly, “It feels like when your foot is asleep,” you muttered, “but not the ‘numb’ kind of asleep, like the kind that hurts anytime you move it.” you continued as you closed your eyes, exhausted and very ready to go back to bed. 

Satoru raised himself from the counter, taking steps over to you as you felt his presence loom next to you. “Nd you have to do it all the time too-” he scoffed, playing the sympathy card so you'd think he was on your side. 

He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, “They always look so full,”  he murmured against your skin, you hummed in response, agreeing with what he was saying as he wrapped his hand around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “So painful.” he hummed as his hands dared to trace up your bare torso. 

“I can help, y’know.” The tone he said those words sounded sincere- almost as though he was just trying to make this easier for you, you let out a hum in disbelief, “Unless you're a baby who refuses to latch- no you can't.” you mumbled with a groggy voice. 

Your words came out as a retort- but in Gojo’s ears they sounded like a challenge. 

It was true, his child had the same stubborness as Satoru, refusing to eat anything that didn’t come from a plastic bottle. Thus the pumping and the overproduction of milk that was piled high in the freezer by now. You had half the mind to sell it or empty them down the drain, I mean what child is gonna drink that much? Even if it was a Gojo heir- no child drinks that much milk. 

But the thought pained Satoru, it only reminded him of the times where that frozen milk could have been in his mouth rather than in plastic bags. 

Satoru kept a light touch as his hand trailed to the side of your ribs, scooping the bottom of the free breast you hadn’t pumped yet. Feeling the weight in his hand as he lifted it lightly, and you were just tired enough to let him. “They're so heavy.” he whispered in a coo as you blinked your eyes open, fully registering what he was trying to do. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Don't be gross, ‘toru.” you spoke in a clearer voice, earning a small laugh to ring into your ear as his hand gently grasped the side of your full breast. “What's gross about wantin’ to help?” He murmured in your ear, his hand keeping a light graze as his pointer finger brushed past your tender nipple, you hissed at the feeling causing Satoru to hum an understanding ‘I know.’ into your ear. 

You couldn't see his face but you were sure he was pleased with himself, “That's all I wanna do.” his words sounded wholehearted. Almost earnest as his large hand held onto your breast with a light touch, “I'll be sooo gentle, I promise.” he closed his eyes feeling your breast fill his palm with ease, “I just wanna help you,” he whispered as he pressed the off button on the little machine, guiding your hand to place it on the counter as he pressed an honest kiss to your ear. 

You knew that filling those little bottles would have taken way too long, then the thought of how much faster it would be if you let him- “Let me help you.” 

Satoru’s silver tongue was never your favorite part of him, you never liked how easy it was for him to hide the truth behind seemingly sincere words. 

His brushing fingertips against your sore nipples didn't help either, his fingers were very, very close to squeezing the suede ring of color around the hardened peak- Satoru wanted to see if small rivulets would spurt out of your nipples if he squeezed. 

You inhaled feeling the warm pads of his fingertip caress at your tender nipple. If Satoru wasn't trying to convince you of something, you'd admit it felt nice. You scoffed, “Don't make it nasty ‘toru-” you caved, sighing with an exhausted tone, feeling his warm palms lift your heavy breasts.

Gojo’s mouth had been salivating from the second he walked into the kitchen, and as you said those words he gulped hard. “Course not~” he mumbled, allowing the truth to seep out in his words. 

And as he guided you to sit onto the couch as you've done plenty of times when you'd pump, he already knew how he wanted to be fed, he had thought about it over and over again. And settled on this position, his back was pressed against the tops of your thighs. His long legs extended onto the couch- unashamed of his cock rising from staring at the cream droplet that threatened to fall from your nipple.

Even if this act was obscene and borderlining on too far- you were grateful he didn't make any teasing remarks on how little it took for him to convince you this time. That and how his mouth would have been filled soon enough, so you wouldn't worry about that. 

Your hand was on the back of his head, fingers filled with lily white hair as he fought back a smile. Only the gleam in his eyes showed you just how excited he was. Satoru’s lips parted as his eyes darted back and forth from your sore nipple up to your face that was warm with embarrassment. All but asking for permission as you watched his bottom lip quiver in anticipation. 

With pinched eyebrows, you guided his head towards your aching breast, Gojo’s lips parted awaiting your puffy nipple. His tongue covered the bottom of his teeth- a low groan rumbled onto your skin as he lightly pressed his parted lips onto the skin around your nipple.

You watched with a grimace look on your face, not knowing why he would offer this- let alone enjoy it. 

Satoru’s tongue circled at your hardening nipple, lapping softly as he tried to keep his promise of being gentle as the essence of the milk lingered on his tongue. A small huff left your lip as he rested his tongue at the bottom of your nipple, protecting it from his pearly teeth. 

His hands rested atop his tummy as you caressed the back of his scalp, you nodded your head as a form of permission, giving Satoru the ‘ok’ that he could start- his lips were slow to start sucking, pulling your nipple further into his mouth with a lactogenic motion from his tongue.

Before now, Satoru wasn't fully sure how to nurse if you let him, he knew it wasn't like just sucking your nipple. But the second he felt the sore apex of your breast press against the roof of his mouth, sucking in as much of your breast as he could, his tongue massaged the bottom of your tit to coax the milk to come out. 

The motion came to him as an instinct, as though nursing was engraved in his marrow from the minute he was pulled into this world. 

It took very little effort to pull milk to the surface. But the moan that reverberated onto your breast from a fat droplet hitting Satoru’s tongue- it was bordering on pornographic. It was as though he saw the pearly gates of heaven when the droplet infiltrated the taste buds of his tongue.

No matter how much fantasizing he did, or any of the ghost-like tastes- nothing. Nothing, could have prepared him for how fucking heavenly you tasted.

Your milk was warm, thick enough to leave a light cast on his tongue as he tried to suckle more liquid from your nipple. Gojo’s mouth was latched onto you in a way you knew it would hurt to pull him off.

Satoru’s gaze threatened to shut as you looked down at him. His head coddled in your hand as he kept faltering eye contact with you. Only making this feel even more salacious than it should have. 

No, this was only supposed to be a way for him to help- a way to remove the aching pressure from your breasts and save some time.

But that look in his eyes, the way his eyebrows were furrowed- almost as though he was sucking your tit in spite. 

That was till a bigger wave of your milk rushed into his mouth, earning an almost anguished whimper to pulse against your skin.

Your eyes squinted trying to figure out if he was exaggerating- only the way his eyes struggled to stay open, the blush across his cheeks and the satisfied smile on the perked corners of his lips, convinced you he was being genuine. 

With every ooze of the prized liquid he suckled from your plump breast, Satoru swallowed. Not wanting any to spill from his lips as you placed your hand on his chest that was threatening to start hyperventilating. Too focused on suckling as much milk as he could to even consider keeping a steady breathing pattern. The warmth of his mouth on your tender nipple was soothing, comforting almost.

Gojo’s eyes were half lidded and hazy- trying his very best not to let them roll to the back of his head as the dulcet milk trickled down his throat. 

Unwillingly a small whimper fled his latched lips as his eyes closed, chest heaving from the taste of you coating his mouth. You huffed a small breath from his greedy tongue sucking harder on your nipple. 

Rubbing your hand on his chest to soothe the little whimpers that rumbled your breast, thankful his eyes were closed when they rolled to the back of his head. His trapped cock was shouting at him for attention, be it instinct or just wanting to relieve the ache- his hand slowly trailed down his tummy, only your eyes were too focused on his seemingly intoxicated expression to notice. 

Your hand holding his head up started rubbing gently at his scalp, seeing frustration form on his delicate features- unknowing why. But you were almost trying to soothe him as whimpers vibrated onto your breast. Watching his eyebrows furrow and the growing blush on his cheeks to deepen as his eyes fluttered open.

Looking up at you from the slightly obstructed view from below, your palm on his chest being able to feel how hard his heart was beating. And as your eyebrows furrowed with a breathy sigh- you watched the familiar look in Satoru’s eyes glimmer past white lashes. 

You inhaled sharply, feeling his tongue trail from massaging the bottom of your nipple to the little mound that provided the milk. Tracing the tip of his tongue on your bud causing you to hiss his name in a warning. 

That's all it took for him to continue suckling on your sore nipple. You were about to rest back onto the couch with a sigh, caressing the back of his head as you felt relief wash over your shoulders, allowing him to take what he needed and then some. 

That was till your eye caught his bicep flexing- and you trailed your eyes down his pale arm parting your lips in shock as you watched his unashamed hand palm himself through his gray sweats. 

You huffed- only it came out in a breathy sigh rather than in the reprimanding tone you meant it to. Satoru only moaned as he heard his name fall from your lips, feeling his mouth suck rougher in order to pull more milk from your heavy breast that threatened to suffocate his nose.

His hand hesitantly removed itself from the stiff bulge of his sweats, landing on your wrist that was on his chest. His hazy cerulean eyes filled with the kind of mist you only see when he's premeditated something long before you knew of it.

Satoru’s fingers wrapped around your wrist as he greedily drank from your nipple, so greedily that the corners of his mouth were threatening to leak the honeyed fluid- he was suckling so much, he couldn't swallow fast enough.  

And as the little droplets stained the sides of Gojo’s jaw, trailing down his pale skin- he led your hand to extend over to his strained bulge. Knowing if you truly were uncomfortable by this, you would've pulled away the second you saw him palming himself.

You inhaled as his hand led you to his cock by your wrist, gasping softly with a tingle on your cheeks from how hard he was. Satoru placed his larger hand atop yours, pressing it onto his painful erection with a whine rippling through your skin. 

You flashed your eyes from the gray fabric that trapped his neglected cock, back to his eyes. Threatening to blink shut as you kept a gentle grasp on his bulge. Even if he was the one in your lap, nursing at your breast in a way that can only be described as voracious. That look on his face was smug, almost as though he was right this entire time and you were the hard headed one.

Satoru trailed his hand onto your forearm, smiling to himself as you started softly palming his prominent bulge. 

Your eyebrows were pinched upwards, trying very, very hard not to shift your thighs beneath his back to relieve the ache forming between them.

You felt bad, like the only reason he was palming himself- almost in a sad way, was because you allowed this to happen. It wasn't guilt- but you wanted to apologize in some way. 

Satoru’s mouth suckled in no pattern, his only goal was to drain every single gush of milk you offered. No matter how fervent he must've looked right now, he didn’t care. As long as he could feel your warmth in his throat- your taste coating the cavern of his mouth- he didn’t care if he looked like a starved man.

You sighed almost in pity as he let out various throaty whimpers, firmening your fingers around the print in his sweats. “Oh ‘toru~” you soothed, knowing how hard he was- it had to be painful. Your cheeks tingling and warm as his hips bucked up into your hand for more friction. 

And as your hand cradled onto the back of his head, you maneuvered the hand on his bulge to free it from its torment. 

For the first time since he latched onto your nipple, his lips parted from your breast with a low moan. The cold morning air hitting his pinkening tip causing him to furrow his eyebrows, but all it took was for the feeling to settle before he attached onto your draining nipple once more.

You didn't hesitate to place your hand onto his base, feeling the light trails of his precum on his shaft from how worked up he was, tempting a gasp to leave his lips, you looked at him.

And as though he was made to do it- Satoru lightly ran his tongue at your budding nipple, lapping up the white sweetness that leaked from your breast. 

You kept a light touch on his cock, his hand on your upper arm before gently resting it on the swell of your other breast. Thinking to himself how rude of him that he was neglecting your other equally tender nipple. 

Satoru lightly thumbed your nipple, feeling light drips wet his thumb. Enticing you to slowly start stroking him, stopping your grasp right before your fingers could roll onto his flushed tip. Knowing he wouldn't last long if you worked over his cockhead. 

The moans that rumbled from Gojo’s throat and onto your sensitive skin were full of desperation and bliss. You watched him in almost pity- trickles of your milk falling from the sides of his lips, making trails of white drip down his cheeks.

It didn’t take long for him to finish draining your breast, somewhere in his mind he knew there was nothing left in your left tit, but that didn't stop him from trying to slurp up any remaining droplets.

Gojo’s cheeks felt like they were boiling on his face, and with one last lap of your nipple, he unlatched from your breast. Huffing softly as his breath tickled your damp nipple, he looked up at you, an amazed and out of breath expression formed on his face as you wiggled your eyebrows. 

It was embarrassing, the way your milk left trails of a light white film on his cheeks, the way he was breathing heavily with his cock in your hand. Vulnerable. 

Satoru saw your flushed face- and to comfort you he raised himself from the tops of your thighs lightly, keeping a massaging hand on your unsucked breast as he pressed his plump lips to yours.

It was filthy- Mouths dancing against each other in pure delirium. Being able to taste yourself on his tongue- on his spit laced with milk. It was like Gojo did that to show you just how exquisite you tasted. Only for your hand to keep its snail pace, avoidant of his crying tip. 

His lips pulled from yours, looking into your eyes and thumbing your weeping white nipple. Soft opened mouth moans coming from his lips as your hand stroked tenderly.

Rare were the times when Satoru was silent during intimacy, usually babbling teasing nonsense. But this time, the carnal look in his eye told you everything you needed to know. His senseless prattling wasn't even a thought in his mind right now, burning beneath his skin was pure and utter hunger. Hunger, to taste you- to drink from you. To nurse, over and over again. 

The one thought that lingered in his mind was to make sure to keep you pregnant- keep you in a state to continue producing the warm comfort he hardly had as a child. 

Gojo licked his bottom lip, mouth salivating as he felt the warm liquid trickle onto his palm. He leaned back slightly, looking down to your swollen nipple rolling between his fingers. Then trailing his gaze to your slow stroking hand, Gojo was sure he had never been so hard in his life till now. 

He licked his lips before cupping the side of your heavy breast in his palm, slowly shifting himself down to align himself with your right breast. Your hand followed the back of his scap, guiding him to latch onto your dripping nipple. 

Satoru opened his mouth, closing his eyes when he felt the skin of your breast fill his mouth again. Running his tongue across your neglected nipple and tasting the essence his fingers had squeezed out. A throaty whine leaving his nose as he started suckling, so enthralled by your taste and the gentle way you stroked him. Keeping his kneading hand on the side of your breast to assist in guiding more milk into his mouth.

Your cheeks were warm, tingling from how lewd he looked at that moment. The little whimpers that came from him didn't help either. 

Happily, Satoru let those unfiltered whines pour from him, if it meant you'd know how much he was enjoying himself. 

And as your hand slightly passed his tip on the upturn, he gasped against you. Almost as a warning, he sucked harder on your sore nipple in return. Gojo let out muffled cries from your hand stroking past his tip, even if you couldn't see it- his eyes were rolled to the back of his head as he suckled instinctively. You looked away from his face- churned with an insatiable greed. 

Looking at his pinkening cock in your hand as the veins on his lower abdomen stood proud beneath his skin. His chest was heaving once more, forced to take heavy inhales through his nose as he felt the knot in his tummy tighten. 

Satoru’s whines started to rumble louder against you, watching an inhale reach down his torso, his tummy caving from how hard he exhaled. He was so close. So fucking close and fighting it at this point. You could see it in his scrunched eyebrows and desperate suckles. 

You lightly scratched your nails onto his scalp, “It’s okay ‘toru,” you sighed softly, gaining his cerulean eyes to open slightly and look up at you. You were flustered sure, but you wanted to assure Satoru that he could cum whenever he liked. He didn't need to hold off for your sake. 

Only when he saw the soft smile on your lips- something deep within him snapped. It didn't click before, even with your hand tenderly stroking him and your tit in his mouth, even as he was nursing directly from your breast. It still didn't click. 

But when you soothed his whimpers, the tender smile you had on your lips as he took and took from you. The nurturing tone you assured him with. That's when it made sense. That's when he realized why he had been longing to help you in this way. 

Before he didn’t really question it- thought it was just something weird he found hot amongst all his other strange fantasies. But now. Now it made sense. 

Your mind was a mess, barely able to process the words that fell from your lips naturally. Gojo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as you polished his cockhead, his hips bucking up into it in response. You watched as he let go of that final reservation, sucking harshly causing more of your milk to spill from the corners of his lips with frustrated whines. Being able to feel his orgasm tighten in his stomach. 

The hand on your breast was practically milking you, squeezing milk into his mouth rather than his tongue nursing at it, his nose was scrunched as he exhaled a ragged breath through his nose. Your nipple was starting to ache from the vibrating whimpers and moans, and instead of telling him to stop, you raked your fingers through his hair gently. “Shh, I know, I know.” you crooned, keeping a steady pace on his cock as he simmered his whimpers. 

Ever since Satoru told you he had little to no memories of his mother, you knew he had mommy issues. And when he started asking to taste your milk you were hesitant, knowing once that pandora's box was opened there was no use trying to close it again.

Only as you looked down at him, how content and blissful he looked- unlike anything you've ever seen before, you didn't mind if it didn’t close again. 

Satoru parted his eyes, feeling his orgasm slowly slip in his tummy, you watched as his eyes fluttered back to his head- mumbling something in the sound of ‘m’cummi-’ against your skin as you sped up your pace. His hips twitching up into your hand as you jerked him quickly, his lungs could barely handle how little air he was inhaling, his brain fuzzy as he slurped and lapped at your nipple. 

Gojo saw stars as you stroked him past the pinnacle you worked him up, his eyes squinted harshly as his lips unlatched from your breast, throaty groans mixed with whines fell from his lips as his orgasm oozed over your hand. When your thumb caressed the opening on his tip, his cock spurted out another pump of his cum with a whine. 

As you helped work through his orgasm, smaller pumps of his seed assisted in the wet strokes you gave him, Satoru latched back onto your breast with a content sigh, needing to drain as much as he could, his cock slowly softening in your hand. 

And as he drank the rest of your milk you rested your hand on his lower belly, waiting for him to finish taking what he needed. His mouth wasn’t suckling as frantically nor hurried as before. You relished in the warmth his lips provided with a sigh, closing your eyes as the sun started rising. Being able to see the light through your closed eyes. 

When Satoru couldn't taste any more milk coming from your drained breast, he hesitantly pulled away. Resting his head in your hand as he looked up to the ceiling hazily, milk drunk as your breasts obstructed his view.

He inhaled, “Throw away that stupid machine.” you sighed, knowing he’s hated the breast pump since he saw you use it for the first time. 

“What am I gonna do when you're not around?” you murmured, thinking of a world where you wouldn't have access to a pump. 

“Call me and I'll find you.” 

You let out a small laugh. Leaning your back onto the couch as Satoru setted on your hand. “So fucking weird.” You murmured, hearing him let out a smiley breath. 

Satoru sat up, turning to you with an endearing gaze, “Only cause I like you soooo much.” he claimed, pressing a kiss onto your temple before standing. Reaching out for your hand, ignoring the mess on his tummy, pulling you to stand as he led you to the master bathroom. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” you muttered behind him, watching him halt his steps and looking back at you, “What?” he asked with a smug smile and creased eyebrows. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “...Breakfast?” not understanding what was confusing about the question. 

Satoru scoffed, “What for? You just fed me.” he spoke sweetly, watching the grimace on your face churn with an appalled ‘ugh!’ as you snapped your hand away from his. You scoffed as he reached for your hand again, pulling you into his arms. Peppering kisses over your features as you groaned.

“You’re so nasty.” you scoffed as he stepped forward, leading you into the bathroom with various kisses on your cheeks. 

You were sure this little activity Satoru found so much attraction in, would make its way into your daily routine. Only you didn't mind it as much as you thought you would.

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writing this added 3 years to my life dead ass.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #satoru gojo #jujustu kaisen #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satorugojo #jujutsu satoru #gojo #pregnant kink #pregnancy freak gojo #Breastfeeding #gojo x you #gojo x chubby reader

[slut4thebroken]

Favorite Toy

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jonathan Crane x dom!reader

Summary | Jon just can’t control himself when it comes to you, but you always make sure he cleans up after himself when you’re finished.

Warnings | 18+, smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, objectification, cream pie, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, come eating, he’s a whore but he’s our whore, dom!reader is so mean and we love it, fluff, aftercare, sub space, a lil bit of soft dom!reader at the end

Words | 2.8 k

Notes | I don’t remember what I saw that inspired me to write this but… god bless whatever that was 🙏🏻 I might edit this again later lol

Ao3 link | <3

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“Oh god- please.” He moaned into the kiss, grabbing your hips tightly. You continued grinding on him and pulling his hair, not responding to his plea yet. “Please… fuck.” 

Mostly for your own sake rather than his, you relented. You removed his clothes and your own quickly, then placed your hands on his chest as you kneeled over his hips. He let out a choked moan when you sunk down on his cock and you bit your lip to keep your sounds to a minimum. You stared down at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and red lips that were wet from the kiss. 

“That feel good?” 

“Yes— oh god, yes. Please,” He said through a breath, whimpering and trying to grind his hips up into you. 

You lifted your hips slowly, then lowered them just as slow. After only two more thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut and he threw his head back with a low moan, making you freeze. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and the heat of his come against your walls. 

“Hnngh- no.. no, please.” He whimpered, trying to get the stimulation back. 

“Did you just fucking come?” You asked, almost in disbelief, once his body sagged into the bed and he started panting as he calmed down. 

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I— Normally I can last longer.” He defended, cheeks burning even redder now. “I- I can eat you out? To make you come. Please?” You let out a loud laugh, making his brows furrow. 

“Oh, angel… you don’t think we’re done do you?”  

“W-” Before he could even get the word out, you were continuing, fucking yourself on his length, making him choke out moans and whimpers. “Fuck— fuck, wait… Please,”

“Save it. If you didn’t want to be overstimulated, you shouldn’t have come only a few seconds after getting this pathetic fucking dick in my cunt.” You spat, making him groan. “I don’t care if it’s too much. I’m going to fuck myself with my dildo until I come and you’re going to thank me for using you instead of my other toys.” 

“Fuck,” He gasped out, fingers gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, but not controlling your movements. “Oh god— thank you.” He whimpered, face scrunched up in painful pleasure. 

“I’m not convinced. Should I go get another toy?” 

“No! No- I’m sorry. Thank you— Thank you for using me.” He cried, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes. 

“That’s more like it.” You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over his swollen lips, then suddenly jerked your hand back and smacked him across the face. His head turned from the impact as a loud moan escaped his lips. 

“I can’t believe you fuck like a goddamn virgin.” You spat, wrapping your hand around his neck and squeezing. “Is my pussy too much for you, baby? Can you not take it?” You cooed mockingly, making him whine. 

“N-no I… I can take it. Please, I can take it, I promise.” He whimpered, eyes welling with tears of desperation and overstimulation. 

“Hm… I guess we’ll see then, won’t we?” Your hips started more of a rocking motion as you leaned back up, releasing his neck to steady yourself with a hand on the headboard. “Well don’t just lay there like a fucking pillow princess. Rub my clit, play with my nipples, do something.” 

“Sorry— I’m sorry.” He decided to do both, one hand reaching down to rub firm circles over your clit and the other rolling your nipple between his fingers. When that wasn’t enough he snaked his hand around to your back and pulled you down, his head meeting halfway so he could suck your nipple into his mouth. 

“Good boy.” He whimpered against you, then kissed his way to the other one to give it the same treatment. “This is why you’re my favorite toy, baby. You do exactly what your purpose is— make me feel good. Sure you can get a little eager and come embarrassingly fast but the pros definitely outweigh the cons.” He whined at the subtle degradation, but you could feel his cock twitch against your walls. 

“Don’t tell me you’re about to come again?” You scoffed in mock disbelief, making him lean up even more so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck and trail kisses across it. “Awe, honey… Are you getting a little shy?” You cooed, running your fingers through his hair. “Don’t be. I think it’s cute— reminds me of how desperate I can make you.” You chuckled, making him whine. 

“Go ahead then. Make another fucking mess— but just know, you will be cleaning it up later.” He let out a strangled whimper as his whole body stiffened, then started twitching and spasming. “There you go, just get it all out, darling.” You cradled his head and slowed your hips to a stop when his orgasm finally faded. “You make the cutest little whimpers when you come.” His cock twitched inside you again, making him release a pained whine. 

“But let’s see now… That was two orgasms for you, and how many for me again? Oh that’s right. Zero. All because you’re a greedy little slut who can't wait longer than a few minutes before coming.” You spat, roughly pulling on his hair to move him away from your body so you could see him. “Fucking pathetic. First I have to do all the work, then you can’t even make me come.” 

“No- no… ‘m sorry.” He mumbled. Of course he’s already worn out before you’ve even started. 

“God— look at you.” You took his cheeks in one hand and turned his face side to side, examining him. “So fucked out already. You getting tired, baby?” 

“No… ‘m awake.” 

“If you’re not, you will be soon.” You started riding him again, chasing your own orgasm now. You threw your head back with a low groan, listening to his pained moans and whimpers. “I can’t believe a cock this good is attached to a pathetic little boy who can’t control himself. It’s a shame really.” He let out a choked sob and despite the fact that he was all but begging you to stop, he still continued rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. 

“But it’s okay. I know how to handle bitches like you; just ignore them. Let them whine and beg and tire themselves out until you have a pliant, fucked out toy. I can tell you’re almost there, baby. Just let go.” He whined and squirmed, tears of humiliation and overstimulation brimming in his eyes, making the pale blue all the more beautiful. “I know all you want is to be my good boy, so just let go.” You whispered, gaze trailing all over his face, from his flushed cheeks to his red, swollen lips. “You can do it, angel. I’m right here— I got you. Just let go for me.” He let out one last pathetic whimper as a tear rolled down his temple into his hair. His bottom lip was trembling now and you leaned down to give him a soft kiss. 

“There you go. I’m so proud of you, honey. Just let me make us both feel good, yeah?” He bit his lip and nodded slowly, making the corners of your lips turn up. 

“Think you can come one more time?” He whimpered and averted his gaze, and for a second you almost thought he was about to say no or the safe word. 

“Yes.” He whispered instead, making your heart flutter. 

“Good boy. You’re so good for me.” You cupped his face, running your thumb over his cheek bone. “I know you can’t help it, baby. It makes me feel so good though, knowing how much you like it.” 

“‘m sorry.” He whimpered. 

“I know, angel. It’s okay. Make me come and I’ll forgive you, okay?” He nodded and you gave him a warm smile in return. Your breath caught in your throat and your hips stuttered when he rubbed your clit faster and harder. “That’s it.” You said through a breath. “Just like that.” 

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, so you forced yourself to continue even though your legs were starting to burn. When his pained moans turned into desperate whimpers, you knew he was close too. Trailing a hand down his chest, you brushed your fingers over his nipple, then pinched lightly, making his back arch into your touch as he let out a choked moan. 

“Oh god—“ He whined, more tears falling. “Fuck, I- I’m close…” He whispered. 

“Yeah? Keep it up, angel— doing so good for me, I’m almost there.” 

“God- it hurts.” He whimpered, body conflicted on whether it wanted more or less of the stimulation. You released his nipple and slowed into a rocking motion, making him whine. 

“What’s your color?” You asked softly, just wanting to be sure. His brows furrowed as his hips squirmed under yours. 

“Green…” He muttered, cheeks flushing. You brushed his hair out of his face a little more and he closed his eyes at the gentle touch. 

“Tell me the second it changes, okay?” 

“I will.” You could tell he was getting needy again after being so close to another orgasm. You suddenly picked up the pace and started bouncing up and down, making him throw his head back with a strangled moan. When you rested your hands on his chest for extra support, his free hand shot up to hold your arm, so you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers before pinning it to the bed. 

“Please.. Want you to come.” He whined, rubbing your clit impossibly faster. 

“I will, baby. Almost there.” You said through a breath. He stared up at you with half lidded, glossy eyes, his lips parted in a silent moan as his chest heaved. “You look so perfect like this.” You whispered, making his already flushed cheeks turn even redder. “My pretty boy.” He whined and gripped your hand tighter in response. 

If the feeling of hot come hitting your walls wasn’t enough of an indication, his eyes squeezing shut and the long, strangled whine he let out made it obvious. His fingers on your clit faltered, but quickly picked up again once his orgasm started to fade. 

While part of you wanted to edge yourself and keep torturing him, you couldn’t hold back at the sound of his pained whimpers, so you let yourself fall over the edge. It was hard to keep up the movement of your hips through your orgasm, but he maintained steady pressure on your clit, letting you ride it out. 

“Fuck, good boy.” You groaned, dragging your nails down his chest as your other hand tightened around his. His breath hitched at the sting, but you could feel his cock twitch nonetheless. You panted as you calmed down, needing to bat his hand away from your clit once you got too sensitive. 

“Ready to clean up your mess?” You asked, still breathless. He nodded, staring up at you with wide eyes, wincing when you lifted yourself off his softening cock. You moved quickly, shuffling up his body until your legs were on either side of his head. “Every drop, okay?” He nodded again, then eagerly wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down onto his face. He focused mostly on your hole, licking up your shared arousal and fucking his tongue inside you. When you pulled back, he whined and looked up at you, wondering why you made him stop. You reached down and scooped up some of his come, then sucked it off your finger, making his lips part as his eyes widened. 

“Tastes good. Want some?” You asked, even though he was already tasting it. He nodded dumbly and you scooped up some more then put it in your mouth and grabbed his cheeks to keep his mouth open as you leaned over him. He let out a choked moan when you spit his come into his mouth and you could practically feel how warm his cheeks were getting under your hand. 

“Swallow.” He whined and averted his gaze, but did what you said. “Good boy.” You lightly hit his cheek then got back into position over his face. He picked up where he left off eagerly and you placed a hand in his hair to hold him against you. Your legs were starting to shake and you desperately needed to stretch your knees, but you didn’t want to stop— not yet. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He moaned in agreement, making your hips buck against his face. “Yeah I bet you are. Fucking filthy— lapping up your own come from my pussy like a fucking dog.” He whined and looked up at you with furrowed brows, his eyes becoming glossy with tears. “Isn’t that right, puppy?” The new pet name had him working even more enthusiastically, sucking and licking the come out of you and occasionally giving your clit some attention. 

Originally you weren’t planning on coming again, you were just going to have him clean up his mess and that was it. But you forgot how talented he is with his mouth… 

“You want me to come on your face?” He released a muffled “yes!” against you, not bothering to pull away just to speak. You suddenly lifted yourself off of him and laid down to give your legs a break, making him look at you like a kicked puppy. “Get to it then.” You said, gesturing to your lower half. He quickly got up and settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you as he continued. You sighed and reached down to pet his hair, not yet grabbing it, much to his dismay. You moaned lowly and his eyes snapped up to your face. 

“At least you don’t eat pussy like a virgin.” You smirked, watching him avert his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey, it was a compliment.” It wasn’t really a compliment though, which he seemed to pick up on. 

The sound of him slurping up your shared arousal was loud compared to your stifled moans and you let your eyes fall shut as you focused on your impending orgasm. When he started whimpering and whining though, you opened your eyes again, finding his hips grinding against the bed. 

“Greedy fucking slut. Trying to come again?” He whined and looked up at you with furrowed brows. You could tell he was trying to stop the movement of his hips. “If you like the taste of your own come this much, maybe I shouldn’t let you come inside me anymore. Maybe I’ll just have you come in a cup so you can drink it instead.” He released a muffled whine as a protest. 

“How about this, you make me come in the next 30 seconds, and I’ll let you keep coming inside. Sound fair?” He nodded enthusiastically, making you smirk. “Alright. Clock starts now.” The only reason you gave him this challenge was because you’re already close. You like having him come inside just as much as he does and you’re too hedonistic to deny yourself that pleasure.

He ate you out desperately, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, and you didn’t even bother with counting because you knew you were only seconds away from your orgasm. Tightening your grip on his hair, you pushed him into your cunt, making him whimper. Finally you fell over the edge, letting out a low moan and grinding on his face as you held him close enough to suffocate him. But he didn’t even attempt to protest, not when you were literally coming on his face. Once your orgasm finally started to fade, you pulled him away, making him whine. 

“C’mere, pretty boy.” You said softly. He crawled up the bed and laid by your side even though most of his body was on yours anyway. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped his face before letting him lay on your chest. “Such a good boy. Made me feel so good.” You cooed and he snuggled into your chest even more as he hugged your torso. You ran your fingers through his hair and he let out a satisfied hum. 

“How are you feeling, honey?”  

“Good. Deep.” He mumbled. The first time he said that, you didn’t realize that he meant deep into sub space and he had a hard time getting the words out to explain. But now you know that it’s as close as he can get to giving you a heads up about the way he’s feeling. 

“Tired?” He hummed in agreement. “Me too.” The exhaustion hit you full force once your orgasm finished and you were just laying down.

“I love you.” He mumbled sleepily, making the corners of your lips turn up as your heart fluttered. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head before responding. 

“I love you too, angel.” 

Taglist

@scarecrow-jon-babe @quietnymph11 @obsessiveimpulses

#jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader smut #dom!reader #sub!jon #I want to ruin him #so badly

[simpfr]

There isn't enough of him.

I love this lil guy even though i haven't watched the movie yet and I can't find any fanfics of him? Not even on ao3 dude. So I'm gonna do it myself. Correct me if i make mistakes or if he's out of character.

I wish you knew.

Part 1.

"You don't think that's weird, do you?" he asked with worry in his voice as he looked you deep in the eye, searching for the slightest twitch or look of of disgust to confirm that you did in fact, think it was weird.

He just confessed his undying love for one of your friends, gayatri, and how he would stare at her constantly while admiring her every move from afar. Her smile, the way she talks, everything.

But, what he wasn't aware of, was that you already knew all of that and how it saddened you to know that you really never stood a chance of capturing his heart for it was already in the hands of someone far better than you.

Oh how you much you wish he would think of you like that instead.

You couldn't help but crack a smile out of both sorrow and jealousy, "of course not. I would've been a fool to not have realized that months ago."

"Wait what... YOU KNEW??" he exclaimed while crawling over to your side of the bed to hold your shoulders in a tight grasp.

With the way he was acting you would've thought i confessed to being a master mind behind a mass genocide.

"Well, who wouldn't be able to recognize that luxurious hair of yours nearly everywhere they go?" you sassed while rolling your eyes playfully to which he smiled at.

"Should've followed y'all with a bald cap on then."

was it wrong that you liked how close he was to you right now? If only you leaned in a little closer so you could—

"Oh no, You don't think she realized too do you!?" dang it.

with a long sigh, you answered, "No pavitr, I- she's as busy as bee. She doesn't have time to look around her surroundings and look at people."

for a split moment, it looked as if he had something to say but decided to go against it and just nod instead.

Nothing after was said. Just pure silence that was neither comfortable or awkward. A loud beep came from his watch he for some reason randomly got three months ago as a disappointed look arose upon his face.

"Uh, I gotta go. Remember to close the door and leave the key in the machine, okay?" he smiled before leaving with a bag in hand not giving you the opportunity to respond.

"Sure." you said to..well, technically the door.

-

Surprisingly, you didn't end up leaving but instead ended up accidentally falling asleep which, in your mind, was considered disrespectful but it's not like you did it on purpose.

You got out of his bed and remade it before proceeding to clean the house as a way of saying "sorry for over staying my stay". Pavitr was a tidy person so there wasn't much of a mess in the first place and it made you finish right in time to hear a crash from inside the hall.

Quickly, you grabbed the most damage doing item, which was ironically a bat, and began to approach the room.

"Shit. I really did a number on myself this time.." the voice you guessed belonged to whoever cause the loud bang before said. Wait was it—

"Pavitr?..." the boy looked at you in shock, face fully appalled as if he was caught in the midst of committing a crime.

He had cuts and bruises everywhere while his breath was clearly unsteady making you even more concerned than you were before.

"Are you okay!??!" you exclaimed as you rush towards him dropping the bat in your hand as you did so. you began looking all over him for more injuries that you haven't seen while asking questions like, "who did this?" "does it hurt?" and not before long you realize he had a deep gash on his left cheek.

You carefully placed your hand behind it, rubbing the area to cease the pain, "you aren't in a gang, Are you?" the question was dumb and naive yet you still asked, and to that he let out a heart filled laugh as he placed his hand over yours, "I'm fine, and no I'm not in a gang, y/n." he gave your hand a quick squeeze before placing back to your side.

"Are you sure? You look like you've been working out a lot..."

What you said didn't click for a hot minute before, boom.

You wanted to off yourself.

And of course, the boy who you complimented had the most cockiest smirk known to man on his face, "that's where your mind was at?"

Not even bothering to explain yourself, you went for the first kid and returned.

"Sit."

He compiled without a fight, probably exhausted from the standing up for so long after already being tired.

And with that, you began to work your magic.

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You ended up cuddling after you both took a shower (not together) and pavitr immediately fell asleep while you were caught up with your thoughts.

Does anything I do make him feel like i do whenever he does something?

Does what we're doing right now make him as flustered as I am?

Did anything I do matter?

Truthfully, you wanted the fact you did what you did to consume his mind and make him feel the way you do for him which could be admitted as...weird.

You just wanted your feelings to be returned, was that too much to ask for?

You couldn't help but stare and admire his features and the way the dim moonlight blocked by the curtains complimented his features so well.

"I wish you knew."

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Part 2

#spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader #pavitr my beloved #romance #x reader #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #light angst #fluff

[mandiemegatron]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤

𝙴𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚍 𝚡 𝚈/𝙽 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝

Eustass being a bully, Y/N being a silly goose by having 3 brain cells, soft adoration and love because our boy deserves it! We love him!

A/N: I've been mulling around with this for the past few days so I finally beta'd and finished it up today so I hope you all enjoy !! Something a bit softer this time around, I was in my feels and this is what happened lmao 😭🙈 if you see any mistakes, no you fuckin don't!! 🥰

Enjoy, my cute lil tangerines! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️

It was a quiet night, thankfully. Most days on the Victoria were rowdy, overwhelming and drunken, so for it was a blessing in disguse for the night to be so quiet for you. You leaned on the railing of the ship, eyes watching the moon lit waters as a content sigh left you. 'How peaceful,' you thought, bringing your beer to your lips.

You'd just finished your beer when you suddenly heard a shout from behind you, turning from your spot at the railing to see your redheaded Captain stomping his way over to you, a confused but amused grin washing over your face as you asked,

"The hell's wrong with you?"

The second he got close enough, he reached out and flicked you in the forehead with his warm hand. You couldn't dodge in time and yelped at the sudden pain, reaching up to cover the spot as you gave him the finger with your other hand.

"You cocksucker, what the fuck was that for!"

He gave a quick, sharp laugh and yelled back,

"I was standin' over there SHOUTING for you for years, you deaf-ass bitch!"

Your eyes narrowed as an even more confused expression came over you, your tone annoyed and accusing as you bit back,

"Oi! It's not that I'm deaf, I was just zoned out - AND besides the point! Why didn't you just come over here instead of shouting at me like a fucking child?!"

He gave you the finger and barked back,

"Fuck you, you were ignorin' me and I don't appreciate that shit!"

It took you a moment to collect yourself but after a few breaths, realization kicked in as you asked,

"You seriously thought I was ignoring you? Kid... come on man."

Your Captain also took a moment, crossing his mismatched arms over his chest as he huffed. He watched you the entire time, watching as you fiddled with your empty bottle and finally spoke when your gaze softened.

"Uh... yeah? I was fuckin' screamin', Y/N."

You ran a nervous hand over your face and sighed, giving a slight nod as you accepted your fault.

"I'm sorry Captain. I really was just so into the silence that I just... tuned everything else out."

You glanced up at him with a tight smile, hoping he could see how genuine your apology was.

"...Forgive me?"

He scowled at you for a good few minutes, your heart pounding in your chest as an uneasy feeling came over you, your smile twitching as you wondered if he was actually mad enough to keep yelling or if he'd stomp away like a child like he usually did when you fought.

Surprisingly, when he did neither, your anxiety washed away with a sigh through your nose, grinning at his response of,

"Ah, I uh - I'm sorry, you brat. I just, I want your fuckin' attention, and it pisses me right the fuck off when I don't get it."

You couldn't help but give a soft "aww, Eustass..." as you closed the space between you, wrapping your arms around his middle and squishing your face to his chest as his arms wrapped around you warmly. You hugged him tight for a moment before pulling away to look up at him, your eyes bright and honest as you reminded him,

"You know you always have my attention. Sometimes though, it takes more than words to grab it but that's not your fault, it's mine. It's hard to pay attention to anything outwards when you're so... inwards, I guess." Your words grew soft by the end, a small frown on your lips. It was hard to explain but judging by how Kid was staring down at you, you had a feeling he understood to an extent.

"I'm sorry, lover. How can I make it up to you?"

His eyes suddenly glinted with mischief at your words, his hands moving down to cup your ass tightly, pulling a surprised "Oi!" from you as he almost purred out,

"You can apologize on your knees."

Your body vibrated at his words, pupils blowing wide as your breath catches in your throat. This was the man you loved, the one to take charge and tell you exactly what he wanted and how. You must have had a look on your face because that stupid, shit eating grin he always wore when he won something slid over his features in an instant.

"Sound good, lover?"

His tone was mocking as he said the word, his fleshy fingers gripping at you with an intensity the fueled the fire inside you.

"Y-yeah, sounds good."

The next thing your mind registers is the soft bed in the Captains room, his warm mouth nipping and devouring you from the outside in. You're both naked, hands roaming over skin as his name falls from your lips as you consume each other, body heart and soul.

His eyes are so gentle as he presses into you, his warm hand cupping your cheek as you hiss at the sudden filling pain, the sound turning to a soft moan as you shift your hips to grind against his.

The way he breathes out your name, pressing the softest kisses to your face and neck as he takes you, your heart overflowing with love for him as it hit you that this was his way of apologizing. Words were never his strong point but his actions more than made up for the lack of verbal communication. Though he teased that you were the one to apologize, he felt he needed to prove that he could accept his faults and be better, for you.

While you had yet to put a label on what you two had, this moment solidified your already immovable loyalty to him as you poured your heart out to him, sobbing into his shoulder as he murmured sweet nothings into your ear. Tears stained his skin as he thrusted into you, hoping to prove to you that he loved you more than anything.

Your foreheads met as you both began to reach the edge, your gaze warm and loving as he kissed you, his lips wordlessly whispering his unashamed adoration to you. He wiped away your tears before gripping your hips tightly, flesh and metal biting into your skin and sending your senses to heaven as you tumbled over the edge, sobbing out his name as your fingers gripped into his shoulders and back.

"Such a beautiful girl, my perfect girl, I love you, God you're so beautiful,"

His words fell from him like the softest prayer you'd ever heard, feeling like your hands would never be big enough to hold all the love he had for you in your palms. You clung to each other as he sloppily thrusted up into you, bringing you closer to a second orgasm as he chased his own high.

Your name met your ears multiple times in a hurried whisper, Kids lips pressing hotly to your collarbone as he jutted into you a few more times, groaning loudly into your bitten and bruised skin. You came with him, your eyes rolling back as you pressed mindless kisses to his shoulder.

The silence was heavy and thick, though comfortable, as you both sat in each others arms, neither of you willing to be the first to move. His thumbs pressed small circles in your hips, his lips pressing into your throat softly, moving up until he took your lips in his. You could feel him shaking and your heart felt like bursting, his energy almost suffocating you with all his unspoken emotions.

It was a while before he finally spoke, his voice the softest you'd ever heard as he asked,

"Did I hurt you?"

You smiled so gently, your expression warm and loving as you responded just as softly,

"No, my love."

His expression brightened at your words, looking like a kid in a candy store as his heart did backflips in his chest. He said nothing, only pulling you back to kiss you deeply, his soft hand tangling into your hair as his metal one remained on your hip.

You both only moved when sleep came knocking. Tucking you into him, he curled around you like a warm cage, desperate to protect you from the outside world. You caved into him, feeling the safest you'd felt in a very long time, knowing in your heart this was where home was.

It wasn't long til you could hear Kid breathing softly, exhaustion slowly overtaking you as your lips pressed soft kisses to whatever skin you could reach. As the darkness overcame you, you swore you heard him murmur,

"I'm gunna marry your crazy ass one day."

But you told yourself that your imagination was just playing tricks, unknowing that his tired eyes watched as you pressed into him as you finally drifted away.

In that moment, Eustass Kid felt like king of the world.

For the first time in his life, he finally felt like he had everything.

I love u all my lil tangerines! Be good ! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️ smooches 4 u all 💖💖💖💖

A/N: AWWWW, okay, so I loved writing this I won't lie, the feels were flowing and I felt the need to write something sickly soft for our crazy man. This was so much fun, I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it !

#ok to rb #eustass x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #one piece fanfiction #mandies mumbles ; fanfics #i loved this !!!! #i love trying something different

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Mean!Mike x Fem Reader

Nsfw - aged up Mike to 19 👍

Warnings: smut, rough sex, cursing, mocking, degrading, chocking, light slapping, Master/Daddy kink (both cuz why not), overstimulation i think, climax denial, licking lol, he yells at u a lil, idk what else to put but u get the gist 🤭 its a bit of a slow burn, theres build up to the actual rough sex so yea

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You and ur boyfriend Mike where in his basement watching a movie that honestly neither of u were paying attention to. Why? Well, a certain someone was slowly inching their hand further up ur thigh.

Mike loved doing this, in public places, around friends, just to see ur reaction and how easily wet u got over him trailing his hand up and down ur thigh, occasionally tightly gripping it which would make u gasp, that would make him smirk at u. He'd have a cocky smile, proud of himself.

But this time Mike had other plans than just lightly teasing u like this. Instead of stopping, he kept going, until he reached ur clothed cunt, you were only wearing underwear and one of Mike's oversized sweaters, so it was very easy access for him. He softly rubbed a few figure eights which made u let out a shaky breath due to the sensation. U turned ur head to Mike who was still looking at the movie, pretending as he wasn't doing anything but oh but he knows what hes doing to you.

You started to squirm a little, getting impatient, softly whimpering. "Did i tell you you could move, slut.?" you then heard ur boyfriend say in a stern tone as he pulls his hand away and looks down at you with an intimidating gaze, a gaze that would make u melt and obey his every command. You looked up at him shyly and shaked your head "n-no..." - "No what? Hmm?" - "N-no...Master.." you look away from him feeling a bit embarrassed, you liked this all too much tho.

You felt Mike grab ur chin and aggressively turn your head to face him "Look at me when im talking to you bitch!" you flinch a lil at his sudden raise of voice. "I-im sorry Master, it wont happen again..." - "Good girl, it better not."

You were used to Mike getting aggressive like this when it came to doing intimate things, it was all part of him asserting dominance and you loved every part of it but tried not to let him know, though we all know he does. You were terrible at hiding when you really liked something, he could easily tell.

"You know, i think a lil slut like you deserves a punishment. You'd like that wouldn't you?" hearing those words come out of Mike's mouth made u squeeze ur thighs together tightly, it was so fucking hot. You completely forgot that he still had his hand resting on ur upper thigh, so he felt u press ur thighs together. He smirks "Guess that's a yes huh? Thought so."

He took his hand of ur chin as he pinned u down on the couch, both hands above ur head. His other free hand roamed down to ur dripping cunt as he removed ur underwear then raising the sweater over ur stomach for better access and view. You tried to get away from his grip but he tightened his grip on ur wrists, making u whimper in pain. There was no chance of u ever getting away from his grip, he was way stronger than u anyways.

Mike notices that and smiles innocentlg at u "Aww, did i accidentally hurt my lil baby?" he asks u with a lil pout "y-yes, a lil bit" his innocent act goes away very quickly after u say that, his facial expression drops to a stern one. "Well suck it up cuz there's more where that came from and i promise you it'll be way worse if u dont obey, ok Bunny?" you quickly nod, obeying him and trying ur best to not disobey him or do anything that will upset him again. Though u kinda want to provoke him, you love when his voice gets all deep and serious, it has a nice rasp, its very, very hot. You love it even more when hes rough with u like this, its a feeling like no other.

As you were drifting off thinking of how hot and amazing ur boyfriend is, u feel 2 fingers being shoved inside u, making u let out a loud moan as u arch ur back, not really expecting him to start off so harshly already.

"uh- uh, did i tell you that you could moan whore? You better stay quite or else, ok?" u bite ur lip and nod. He starts to pump and curl his long digits in and out of u, hitting ur sweet spot everytime without missing. This is making u go crazy, u don't know how longer u can stay quite.

As ur trying super hard to keep ur mouth shut, you see Mike lean down towards ur clit, looking at u with a devilish smirk as he starts to swirl his tongue on it at a painfully good rhythm. This is what brakes u, u cant hold it in anymore. You let out a loud moan, the overwhelming pleasure being too much. You feel urself getting close causing u too grab at Mikes hair and throw ur head back.

As u do this Mike suddenly stops, he takes his fingers out of u and takes ur hand off his hair as he then hovers over u and leans in ur ear, proceeding to then choke u pretty harshly making u gasp and grab his arm as he then whispers "What did i fucking tell you, hm? I told u to not make a single sound or even touch me, right? So why did you fucking do it you whore? couldn't obey a simple rule that Daddy gave u huh?" he sternly and angrily says in ur ear, nibbling at it a bit harshly, a shiver runs down ur spine, being very intimidated and extremely aroused.

"I-im sorry Daddy, pls it just felt too good, i c-couldn't help myself..." u stutter, Mike tsk's at u as he leans away from ur ear, making eye contact with u. He slaps ur cheek, not too harshly but enough for it to sting a lil as he then grabs ur face "pff, how pathetic. Well, i guess u give me no choice but to harshly fuck ur tight lil cunt, i bet you'd love it if i fucked u dumb, like the good cock slut u are, isn't that right Angel?" that all made u squirm and close ur legs in arousal. You shyly nod ur head but that doesn't satisfy Mike.

"Oh c'mon, us ur words slut. You have a mouth right? Then use it." he shakes ur head a lil as u then stutter out a "y-yes Daddy, p-please" - "Good girl, now be a good slut for ur Master and bend over for me won't u" he places a kiss on ur lips passionately making u smile as u then obey as u turn around and rest on ur elbows, ass up infront of Mike. He slaps ur ass harshly and u let out a quite moan, not expecting that and it hurting a lil but feeling good.

You hear Mike unbuckle his pants as he takes them off and his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the basements floor. You then feel the tip of his dick press againts ur entrance in a teasing way, making u whimper, wanting him so badly.

"Aw what's wrong Bunny? So desperate to have my cock deep inside ur dripping cunt? Ur so wet for me, you know that right?" - "yes M-master please, i want u so badly please. I need ur huge cock deep inside me now" u say with whimpers as u sway ur hips, trying to get some friction, so desperate to have his huge cock inside u.

You hear Mike chuckle "alright Angel, if u say so" u then feel him shove his cock deep inside of you very harshly as he holds onto ur hip with one hand and the other goes to harshly pull ur hair to throw ur head back. You let out very loud moans, the pain and pleasure feeling amazing but also very overwhelming.

You try ur best to not be very loud but its literally impossible at the pace he's going. Mike's pounding into u hard and fast, having no intentions of slowing down. U keep letting out loud moans until u feel 3 fingers being shoved in ur mouth, followed by a harsh pull of ur hair.

Mike leans close to ur ear as he sternly whispers "Shut the fuck up whore, u wouldn't want anyone hearing us now would u? But now that I think about it, you would like it, you'd love for people to know who you belong to and how I make you feel. For everyone to know ur Daddy's lil cock slut." All u can muster out are muffled moans as he starts to go faster and harsher making u roll ur eyes back. Mike rests his head on ghe crook of ur next, biting down harshly making u mewl in pleasure, he then licks the spot he abused since he drew a bit if blood.

U ghen feel a knot forming at ur lower stomach so u try to tell Mike that ur close and u succeed but what u didn't expect was Mike coming to a stop and pulling out of u all of a sudden, letting go of ur hair and taking his fingers out ur mouth.

U moan in confusion and frustration, just being denied ur climax. U are about to say something but Mike then flips you around so that you are laying on your back, facing him. He then shoves himself back inside of u, picking his fast and harsh pace back up, making u arch ur bike and let out even more louder moans. Before you can let out another moan you feel Mike's lips against yours as he kisses you harshly, getting u to shut up or to at least muffle ur slutty moans.

He pulls away for a sec "God shut the fuck up already whore, ur so fucking loud." don't get him wrong he loves hearing ur beautiful moans and how u moan out his name but u were seriously being so loud, u were gonna get eachother caught. He goes back to kissing u, this time choking u a bit to make sure u stay quiet enough.

U loved how his hand perfectly wrapped around ur neck, almost feels as if it was fit to belong around ur neck and ur absolutely living for that.

As Mike continues his fast and harsh pace, u feel a knot form at ur stomach meaning that u were close again. "Mmm M-mike im close" - "Hold it, don't u dare cum yet" u whimpered in agony, u dont think u can hold it, it was too much. "You'll cum when i tell u." he growled, burying his face in the crook of ur neck. U felt him kiss ur neck and nibble at it, licking ur sensitive spot whenever he would suck on ur neck which made u go crazy. U loved the sensation of his warm, soft tongue trailing along ur neck, especially on the places he's marked.

You felt his dick twitch inside u as he says "Cum for me baby, now." - "y-yes Daddy mmm, cum inside me pls, fill me up" u were on birth control so it was ok for Mike to cum inside u. You then let out a loud muffled moan as u clawed at Mike's back, cumming all over his cock as he then let out a moan of his own, climaxing inside of u, filling u up.

You both road out ur highs as he then pulled out of u, both of u catching ur breaths. Mike hovered over u, looking u up and down, smiling down at u, placing a soft kiss on ur lips. You sighed in relief, smiling back at him and cupping his face as u caressed him comfortingly.

"You ok baby? Need anything? Did i hurt u?" Ah yes, anytime u and Mike have harsh sex, he takes good care of u afterwards. Getting all worried and asking you if u need anything every 5 seconds. You loved how caring he was afterwards, he was truly the best. "Im ok Mikey dont worry, u didn't hurt me at all" you smile reassuringly at ur worried boyfriend. "You sure? Please tell me." - "Yes Mike im ok! don`t worry so much, i will be ok, though i don't think i'll be able to walk for awhile."

Mike laughs and kisses ur forehead "Yea i know u won't be able too, gonna have to carry u around like a baby" - "oh fuck off" - "Love you toooo" you both share some laughs and sweet sensual kisses and hand holding. Mike then gets both of u cleaned up, giving u a new pair of underwear and a mute green sweater of his to wear.

U both then go to his room as u fall asleep in eachothers arms. Feeling safer than ever and so very loved.

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A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever ff so plsss don't bash me if its kinda bad. I finished writing this at like 2am im so tired guys. (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄﹏o̴̶̷̥⸝⸝)

Anywho, i hope u enjoyed it! I don`t write a whole lot but i might write some headcanons or imagines for Mike or/and Miles in the future. Might do other Finn characters aswell like Richie and Boris. Uuuu maybe i will write some Will Byers stuff and Byler stuff aswell! Who knows we will see, anyways good night now, take care luvs <3

OH ALSO IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING MISTAKES PLS TELL ME SO I CAN FIX EM, THANK U BYE BYE💛🌻🌼🌾

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler is hot af and u cant change my mind #god the things i'd let this man do to me #I mean huh what #Sorry got hacked🤭 #Mike wheeler is so pretty #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #miles fairchild x reader #Finnverse #boris pavlikovsky #richie tozier #boris pavlikovsky x reader #richie tozier x reader

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❣️! Material girl!❣️

Pairing: Pierre gasly X Cherrie!

Word count: 7k

Summary : in which Cherrie is a material girl and Pierre is head over her Prada heels in love.

A/n - never written for Pierre before so this is like a lil trial run for myself . It’s just fluff honestly. Idek but enjoy anyways I guess xoxo

Cherrie could only watch silently in confusion as Charles's face suddenly dropped, his lips parting in disbelief as he looked at someone from over her shoulder , his drink still hanging half way to his mouth , about to take a sip when he had frozen in shock.

Blinking rapidly to make sure that he wasn't suddenly seeing things , he cleared his throat a little and shook his head in disbelief as he watched his friend wave both hands at him like a crazy person , a smug look on his face as he drew closer and closer to the unaware woman in front of him.

Charles groaned quietly, already anticipating the absolute shit show that was about to go down now at his sudden and unexpected arrival.

He pursed his lips together , looking away from the pain in his ass and instead looking back down at Cherrie , the other pain in his ass, who was sipping on a margarita casually , completely unaware of what, or more like who . Was coming her way.

"Cherrie. Please use every breathing exercise and every copying mechanism that your therapist has taught you. Please-" he rushed out to her underneath his breath , panicking at the thought of getting thrown out of another fancy hotel like they had been the last time something like this happened .

It didn’t help that one of his friends had anger issues and the other was an insane idiot who didn’t know how to leave said woman with a temper , alone.

Cherrie paused from sipping her drink , stood in a tiny red bikini with oversized sunglasses pushed into her sun bleached hair. She looked the exact image of relaxation and daddy's money, hell, she even had a sparkling Rolex on her wrist, customised with her own name on it too.

She frowned at him in mild annoyance , having been peacefully admiring the topless men that were play fighting in the hotel pool together . Just about to tell Charles that she was going to go join them when she was drunk enough to.

"What are you going on about? I'm completely calm? What-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before she heard a familiar , annoying voice call over to them loudly from behind her.

Locking narrowed eyes with a grimacing Charles as her body grew stiff , all the relaxation that she had worked had to keep during their holiday , now disappearing just like that.

"Cherrie! Charles! What a coincidence seeing you two here!" Pierre cheered casually , a giant smirk on his face as he sauntered over to them in just some red swimming trunks that matched cherrie's bikini perfectly .

He came to stop right in front of her , ignoring the scathing look that his friend was giving him and instead gazing his eyes over cherries Tanned and sweaty body with obvious awe written across his face.

Cherrie inhaled sharply , fingers clenching tightly around her cocktail glass in fury.

"What the fuck are you doing here gasly?! Did you tell him-!" She snapped , already turning her glare over to Charles to give him a mouthful too.

Charles quickly raised both hands in front of him, rapidly shaking his head with wide eyes.

"No! No! I didn't tell him anything! I promise!" He exclaimed not wanting to face her wrath for something that he hadn't actually done this time.

He turned to look at his smug friend with disbelief , blinking at him exasperatedly .

"Mate.." he groaned out in misery , knowing that his once relaxing holiday was now going to be ruined.

"What are you doing here? How did you even know where we were?" He sighed .

Pierre just grinned, unbothered by both of their glares being aimed at him. Used to it by now.

This wasn’t the first time he had interrupted one of their outings. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Pierre had also managed to invite himself to cherries , fathers barbecue over the summer too.

She had almost murdered him with her pretty eyes then, now was no different.

He just shrugged , still looking at Cherrie smugly . "I'm on holiday of course! This was a complete accident bumping into you guys! But now that I'm here I might as well stay with-" he started saying , lying through his teeth.

But he wasn't about to admit to anyone that he had practically begged Carlos , who was the only other person who knew where the two best friends were, before he bribed him with money and then got on the first place to them as soon as he could.

He was trying to come across as cool and mysterious to Cherrie, not completely desperate.

But judging by the look Charles was giving him, his act wasn't fooling anybody.

Oh well. He would just have to work with the look of desperation instead. He was sure he could pull it off anyways .

Cherrie scoffed at him angrily , gritting her teeth just at the mere sight of him.

Sick of seeing his stupid, smug - inanely handsome and annoying - pretty face . Urgh. She couldn’t stand him!

Why did the most irritating ones have to be the best looking? It really wasn’t fair!

"You are not staying with us! You psycho! You can go enjoy your holiday by yourself like you apparently planned to do before magically finding us!" She snapped at him , quickly downing what was left of her drink .

She couldn’t handle him completely sober.

Pierre wasn't taken aback by her hateful tone , he just laughed. Used to her constantly snapping at him and trying to get him to leave her alone.

It was no secret to anybody that Pierre might have had minor crush on Charles's best friend. Okay so not so tiny …

Meaning that the first time he had ever laid his eyes on her at another monaco gala where she was dressed in a gold Satin dress and stood by her millionaires fathers side , giving him a look of haughty disgust when he had asked her to dance with him.

Well. Apparently Pierre had a thing for woman being mean to him. Because he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind since.

He was convinced that they were meant to be. He had heard stories about people falling in love at first sight, that just one look at the other person and they knew that they were the one.

Pierre knew that Cherrie could be that one for him... if she wasn't so fucking stubborn and actually gave him a chance to be with her.

Because while Pierre had fallen in love , Cherrie had fallen into apparent ‘hate’ with him.

She just couldn't stand the sight of him and wanted nothing to do with him, something that she wasn't afraid to tell him to his face.

Every date he asked her own, she laughed him into rejection . Every flower boutique he sent her , she sent back to him , only keeping the little cards where he had scribbled compliments and poems about how much she amazed him and how beautiful she was, she kept them.

And that gave him a little hope that there was something, even the most thinnest of strings keeping them together .

His friends wondered why he even bothered to persistently Pursue a woman that they referred to as 'ice queen' or 'diva'. A woman that had everything at her fingertips and didn't need a man to give her gifts , she could buy those herself. She didn't rely on anybody , definitely not a silly man.

She was all designer and heels . With sharp judging eyes and a even sharper tongue that could inflict more damage  than a knife ever could.

She was mean. She was rude . She was obnoxious and spoilt and she never had to lift a single finger to her what she wanted.

Yet Pierre was head over her Prada heels for her. Every time he even so much as glanced towards her sharp features and feline eyes , he felt his heart skip a beat.

She was an absolute bitch but he wanted her , bitchiness and bad attitude and all.

Was he setting himself up for heartbreak by not giving up and being so determined to get her to love him too? Maybe .

Did he care? Absolutely not. Love made him crazy and he wasn't going to stop until she gave him a chance.

It was only a matter of time . He was convinced. He still had a few tricks left up his sleeves. Plan a, b , c, d, e … f and so on. He had options still left to try so he wasn’t too worried.

"I'd much rather be by your side Cherrie. You are looking heavenly today..." he murmured to her, checking her out without any shame.

Charles pursed his lips and shifted uncomfortably from beside  him. Crossing his fingers behind his back and praying that they could go just one day without a scene being made between his two stubborn friends.

Cherrie just looked at him blankly "I look heavenly everyday . This day is no different than the last." She confidently shot back at him.

She looked more than good. She always did and she knew it. She had the money and the means to make sure that her skin stayed clear and dewy and that her body was tanned and toned. Hair perfectly glossy and highlighted to frame her sharp features , long lashes that came from years of expensive serums and self care.

She only had the best and got the best. She lived a life of luxury and wasn't going to lower her standards or her attitude for anybody. Definitely not a man.

She could admit to herself that Pierre was a handsome guy. He had the looks alright. But she didn't want anything serious and she had sworn off any type of sports players after her big scandal with a French footballer last summer .

And then there was a slightly smaller scandal with a boxer... then there was that stupid scandal with a nascar driver and then there was that other scandal with a older formula one driver that had almost ended her friendship with Charles when he found out.

So yes. She thought that she was right to be wary of ever looking at another famous driver again.

Her history showed her that she was incapable of having a simply relationship without their being heartbreak and drama involved.

In the true words of taylor swift. 'I don't love the drama, it loves me.'

Truer words had truly never spoken more to her .

She had thought that the brutal rejections and mean way she dealt with Pierre's little crush on her would have made him back off and leave her alone.

It usually worked with the others guys who asked her out. Their prides and ego just couldn't handle a woman like her. It was usually pretty easy to get rid of them .

But Pierre ... it just wasn't working . Not matter how bitchy and mean she was to him, he always came running right back to her .

He laughed when she said something mean. He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him .

It was as though he enjoyed being insulted . It was insane .

He just wouldn't give up .

He sent her flowers every week, he wrote her poems and he sent her songs on Instagram  that he said 'reminded him of her' . He even sent her a about a hundred cook books when she announced that she was going vegan over the summer.

He was persistent and far too sweet for how she had been treating him. It almost made her feel bad

Almost.

Except times like this when he would just show up at wherever she was with no shame whatsoever , if he wasn't so cute and she didn't know that he was a little bit Infatuated with her, she would have been worried about having a serious stalker on her hands.

Pierre smugly smirked at her , enjoying the way she refused to look at him now. Instead waving over the pool waiter to get her another drink pronto.

"I'm in heaven Everytime I see you." He smoothly replied making Charles cringe .

"Mate.." he sighed feeling a little amused as he watched Cherrie just roll her eyes at him, unamused but his constant flirting.

She still didn't look at Pierre. Instead she kept her eyes on the fit bartender that was making their drinks, wiggling her fingers at him slyly when he looked up and gave her a little wink .

Pierre's smiled dropped as he glared over at the man jealously .

"Seriously? He's looks like a fucking Ken doll!" He exclaimed bitterly , not liking the way the love of his life was checking out another man that wasn't him.

Cherrie just smirked to herself. Finally tilting her head back over to him with a mean little raise of her eyebrow.

"Then I'm more than happy to be his barbie doll." She bit down on her lip, glancing over at the man again. More so just to piss Pierre off some more , enjoying the satisfaction  she felt when he huffed at her moodily .

He then stepped in front of her and blocked her view of the wannabe Ken , crossing his arms over his chest and deliberately flexing his muscles for her to see.

Cherrie just laughed , looking him up and down before shaking her head at him mockingly.

"Have you gotten smaller Pierre? Charles is looking fitter than you recently.." she lied just to wind him up, taking a sip of her drink and smirking at him meanly .

Charles hid his own amused smile behind his drink, shaking his head at how much of a bitch his friend could be.

Pierre narrowed his eyes at her , scoffing as he motioned down to his abs cockily.

"Trust me sweetheart . Charles doesn't have any of this-"

Charles frowned at him, offended . "Hey!"

Pierre just ignored him and smirked down at Cherrie confidently .

"I could show you just how much better I am than all of them put together . Say about .. seven tonight? Some drinks in the hot tub?" He suggested suggestively , eyes dark as he took her beauty in.

Cherrie just looked back at him, unimpressed.

"How about I drown you in the hot tub at seven tonight and then go and get some drinks with my own personal Ken doll?" She said back to him, hiding her own giggles at the look on his face.

He sighed, side eyeing her . "Absolutely not. Okay.. how about a dinner then? You can give me your number and I'll text you the details of our date." He didn't give up , his confidence not even fading in the Slightest.

Charles just looked at him in slight amazement at his persistence even in the face of brutal rejection.

Had Cherrie finally found someone that was as cocky and arrogant as she was? Holy shit.

Cherrie pulled out her phone and turned away from him to take a picture of the view surrounding them, letting her large , Chanel sunglasses fall down over her eyes again.

"I don't have a phone." She told him with a straight face as she lifted her phone in Charles direction and started taking some photos of him instead .

Pierre looked at her phone in her hand and then looked back up at her in disbelief.

"How can you lie like that?" He blurted out , a little bit impressed by the poker face she had. But mostly just annoyed that she still wouldn't give him her number after months of asking for it. Well more like begging for it but…

Cherrie just smirked "I'm not lying. I'm just not telling you the truth either." She resorted.

Pierre gaped at her "that's lying!"

"Not it isn't !"

"Yes it is!"

Charles groaned loudly . Face palming as the two of them starting bickering loudly , making everybody in the pool look over At them curiously .

"Guys come on! Cherrie stop lying and Pierre-" he struggled to even know what to say to his friend who had just shown up on their holiday out of no where, without any warning whatsoever .

"Just behave!" He ended up huffing out , fed up with the both of them acting like little kids to each other.

They both fell silent for a moment. Side eyeing each other quietly.

Then Cherrie took a long sip from her drink and mumbled "still not going on a date with you."

Pierre just rolled his eyes at her , smiling despite himself as he watched her refuse to let him get the last word in.

"You'll give in someday. I'm an amazing boyfriend to have . I mean.. have you seen me? How could you not want this?" He ran his hand over himself pointedly , mostly just to tease her . Mostly being honest .

He was a catch. She was a catch. So why couldn't she see that this was clearly meant to be?

Cherrie slowly looked him over , admiring his toned arms and legs . His nearly shaven jaw and pretty eyes, his hair all floppy and soft.

He was exactly her type and he knew it.

And well, Cherrie just couldn't let his ego get any bigger than it was so she just shrugged and pulled a face like she was unimpressed by what she was seeing.

She wasn’t . She was trying not to drool but she wasn’t about to let him know that.

"I have seen you." She said before sighing loudly.

"I can see how annoying you are . Plus I like my guys like I like a library." She looked at him with a small smirk , chewing on her straw so she didn't burst into laughter at the cute confused look that came over his face.

He wasn't the brightest , so he just continued to look at her in absolute confusion . Having no idea what she was hinting at .

"With books? You want me to read more? What-?" He struggled to guess. He would read the biggest and most longest book in history if that was what she wanted.

Charles sighed in second hand embarrassment, covering his eyes so he didn't have to witness the scene in front of him.

Cherrie couldn't help but giggle then, making Pierre smile despite his confusion . His eyes gazing at her pouty lips that were upturned in amusement , mocking him.

He sighed quietly . Man she was so fucking beautiful. Even when she was clearly taking the piss out of him.

"Quite Pierre. I like them quite." She answered him, rolling her eyes at him a little too fondly for someone that apparently 'hated' him so much.

Charles gave her a knowing look. She just pretended that she didn't see him.

Pierre placed his hands on his hips, looking at her stubbornly .

"I can be quite." He lied.

Both Charles and Cherrie looked at him in disbelief .

He frowned at them, offended . "I can!"

Charles rose his brow at him in amusement "mate.. you're the biggest gossip I know. You'd talk at a funeral. You can't stand the silence!" He reminded him frankly .

Cherrie snorted a laugh. Pierre side eyeing her judgmentally .

"You can't talk sweetheart! You're the loudest and most obnoxious woman I know! We hear you before we even see you!" He exclaimed to her, huffing.

Cherrie stopped giggling, scowling at him instead.

"I'm not obnoxious you asshole! I'm just-" she struggled to find the right word to explain herself with . "-I'm just fun!" She settled with.

Both Pierre and Charles blinked at her in disbelief.

Charles scratching the side of his jaw with a small laugh . "You are a little obnoxious Cherrie-"

Pierre grinned at her smugly "you got your dad to buy the football team that your ex boyfriend was in and got him to transfer him to a team that he hated because you didn't want to see him anymore. That's a little obnoxious." He mused, laughing loudly at the memory .

Cherrie just pursed her lips , unable to deny that she did in fact do that.

"Well..." she muttered stubbornly "that was more strategic than obnoxious.. he wasn't that good anyways.."

Pierre laughed . Suddenly Reaching into the pockets of his swimming shorts and pulling out a small jewellery box that he had kept there.

Cherrie stopped pouting immediately at the sight of it, looking curiously down at the box , gave brightening up without even realising it.

Charles rolled his eyes at how superficial his friend was . In fact he was sure that if someone offered her a diamond ring in exchange for her siblings, she would hand them over without any hesitation.

She was a material girl. She just couldn't help it.

Pierre knew this and he used it to his advantage.

Smirking to himself as he handed her the little box casually .

"I got this for you..." he told her proudly while watching closely for her reaction to his gift.

She gave him a wary glance before taking the box off him , carefully lifting the lid and her eyes widening in shock as she looked at the necklace inside.

It was a dainty gold chain with a small cherry pendant on the end of it. Only The whole Cherry was encrusted in tiny red and green diamonds, it was sparkling in the sun.

Gasping a little as she lifted it out of the box , immediately Unclasping it and putting it on around her neck. Tilting her chest from side to side as she admired the way it shone and stood out between her breasts beautifully.

"It's so pretty!" She cooed down to it . Suddenly forgetting her annoyance towards him as she looked over at him with a giant smile on her face .

"Is it real gold too?" She wanted to know, refusing to wear anything but.

Pierre looked smug , admiring the necklace that he had handmade for her in satisfaction. Giving a disbelieving Charles a cocky grin.

It he couldn't get to her heart through flowers and flirting.

Then he could definitely win her over with gold And diamonds .

"Of course." He scoffed like it was obvious "they're real diamonds too. Do you like it?" He asked her hopefully. Taking a small step towards her while she was distracted by his gift.

Cherrie just Beamed uo at him. Her own excitement and happiness making her forget why she didn't like him in the first place .

She threw her arms around his waist and gave him the first hug he had ever received from her. Squeezing him tightly as she giggled out loud in pure happiness .

Pierre grinned widely , wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her close while he still had the chance. Gently caressing her back as he leaned his head down and gently kissed the top of her head. Sighing contently .

"I love it! It's so beautiful! Thank you so much Pierre. This is really sweet .." she cooed at him, pulling away enough so that she could kiss his cheek in thanks.

He just smiled smugly , running his hands through her hair while she continued to look down at her chest, admiring the necklace in amazement .

"Soo.." he drawled out confidently , pushing her hair over her shoulders and smiling down at her hopefully .

"Dinner tonight?" He tried again , feeling better about his chances now.

Cherrie didn't even hesitate . Smiling at him like she hadn't just been insulting him five minutes ago.

"Of course! We can go in the hot tub too!" She gave into him easily .

Pulling away from him so that she grab her drink again. Passing Charles her phone and telling him to take a picture of her with her new necklace on.

Pierre tried not to fist bump the air in utter glee. Instead he bit down on his lip and tried to contain his excited yell of relief .

Charles was looking at his spoilt friend in disbelief.

"What happened to 'I'll never say yes to him?'" He exclaimed to her in shock that all it took was some pretty jewellery to change her mind.

Cherrie just shrugged, unashamed but how materialistic she was.

"It's gold. And diamonds." She stated like it was obvious.

Leaning against pierres side and casually caressing his arm like it was totally normal for her to be so affectionate towards him now. Pierre happily eating her touch up as he did the same .

Acting Like she hadn't just been plotting his murder when he showed up on their holiday out of the blue .

"I'd blow him right here and right now If I wouldn't get arrested for it." She then added unashamedly, looking up at him through her lashes slyly.

Pierre went red. Letting out a startled laugh, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his head against her own, squeezing her to him in pure happiness.

"I wouldn't complain-" he smirked down at her, biting his lip.

Charles looked at them in pure disgust. "I would! I can't believe this! Can't you go back to hating him Cherrie?!" He exclaimed unhappily , grimacing deeply as he watched pierre slide his hand down over her ass and give it a casual squeeze.

Pierre kicked at him with wide eyes "don't give her any ideas! Let me have this mate!" He exclaimed at him, laughing loudly .

Their other friends weren't going to believe this.

He wished he had gotten her some jewellery sooner. Maybe they would have been married by now!

And from then on instead of getting her flowers or something simple , pierre got her grand and luxurious gifts whenever she was mad at him.

She was hanging out in their garden with both Charles and lando when pierre came rushing through the backdoor with a large smile on his face.

"Hello love of my life!" He exclaimed happily towards his pissed off girlfriend who refused to speak to him after missing their date night three days ago.

Pierre felt like he was losing his mind. Three days without hearing her babbling on and bugging him all day was too much for him to bare.

He wanted her to be back to annoying him and following him around and giving him kisses whenever he did or said something that she liked.

He had tried apologising and getting her flowers but she just turned away from them , unimpressed. So he knew he had to pull out the big guns for this one.

Lando and Charles looked up at him uneasily , Cherrie refusing to even look at him. Instead she was back in a tiny bikini, tanning in their back garden peacefully while reading some trashy magazine .

"I don't think you should look so happy mate.." lando chuckled as he glanced between the two of them in amusement .

Having had the absolute joy of Cherrie phoning him up to rant about Pierre pissing her off again. For someone who wasn't British, she sure liked to swear like she was.

"You might not have a girlfriend soon." He told him with a grin. Enjoying the drama like he always did.

Pierre just continued smiling cockily. "You're right."

His sudden casual agreement made Cherrie look up from the magazine in her lap with a furious glare.

Starting up at him angrily, in absolutely disbelief by how unbothered he seemed at the thought of her leaving him.

"Why do you look happy at the thought of losing me?! Do you know how quickly I could have a new boyfriend Pierre? Do you want me to show you how many of your friends want to fuck-" she started to yell at him dramatically , ever the hot head, giving him no chance to finish his sentence .

Pierre just laughed in amusement and shook his head at her. Admiring how hot she looked when she was angry at him.

Well aware that most of his friends wanted to fuck the love of his life. He couldn't blame them. She was hot as fuck , but at the end of the day he didn't care how they felt because he was the one that she went home with each night.

He was the only one that she loved. That was all he cared about.

"No, no. I'm not happy about that obviously." He reassured her quickly before she actually tried to drown him in their pool .

Then he casually nodded over to the gate that lead around the house to their large driveway.

"Come on. I've got you something to say sorry for being such a asshole and missing our date. I really don't mean to my love . I just forgot ." He explained to her honestly as he gently took ahold of her arm and pulled her up from the sun bed, dragging her along with him while she huffed and puffed at him unhappily.

Charles and lando quickly following after them, wanting to see what he had done now to get her to forgive him.

The last time he had got her a sorry gift , he had gotten her a giant ice sculpture of the two of them. Their friends had been stunned .

Because what the fuck?

But Cherrie had just squealed happily and kissed him over and over again. Forgetting what she was even mad about in the first place.

Their friends no longer knew what to expect from the couple and the group chat was just filled with pictures of all the random and slightly insane 'gifts' that he got Cherrie when he pissed her off or simply just because he wanted to see her smile.

Now was no different .

"So I'm that forgettable am I Pierre? Well you know what! I know some guys that wouldn't forget me-" she was snapping at him moodily , glaring him at him unhappily . Not liking the idea of being forgotten about so easily .

She had never felt more humiliated when sitting alone in a restaurant while waiting for her boyfriend to come for hours. Trying to ignore the pitying look that she got from the staff when they came out and gave her a slice of cake 'on the house' clearly feeling sorry for her being ditched in a fancy restaurant like that.

Cherrie had wanted to kill him. Still kind of did.

Pierre sighed guiltily and squeezed her hand three times, still feeling terrible.

"I'm sorry baby. It really was an accident and it won't happen again. I can promise you that." He meant it.

He had no doubt that if he ever forgot one of their dates again, he would no longer have legs to drive with.

You didn't test your luck twice.

He opened the gate and gently pulled her through until they were stood in their large gravelled driveway.

He smiled down at her , barely containing his own excitement as he casually nodded his head to his left.

"Look.." he simply muttered to her .

Cherrie frowned at him before reluctantly following his finger over to their driveway.

She froze in disbelief .

Mouth dropping onen in shock as a brand new , black Lamborghini with hot pink leather seats stared back at her .

"Holy shit!" She squealed loudly .

Quickly dropping his hand and running over to it. Jumping up and down in excitement as she ran her hand over the sleek car , admiring its beauty.

“Oh my god! Baby!”

Charles and lando were gaping at the car beside him, both of them looking at the car with a giant bow on it in disbelief .

"You bought me a Lamborghini?!" She screamed in utter glee.

Gasping loudly as she opened the door and ducked her head inside , tears falling from Her eyes when she saw the customised fluffy steering wheel and her name engraved on the drivers seat in cursive letters.

Pierre laughed happily and nodded his head, wandering over to her as he admired the look of pure joy on her face at the sight of her dream car .

"I did. To say sorry for being an asshole." He murmured to her , stroking her hair affectionately when she finally pulled herself out of the sports car , Crying in happiness as she threw herself into his arms with a squeal .

"You like it?" He already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it anyways .

She scoffed in disbelief , kissing all over his face and leaving red listick prints on his blushing skin.

"I love it! It's so beautiful! And it's all mine?!" She couldn't believe it.

Pierre just nodded with a lovesick grin as he leaned down to give his excited girlfriend a kiss.

"All yours baby. Just like me." He whispered against her mouth, sighing against her lips when she deepened the kiss.

Sliding her hand underneath his shirt and lightly scratching at his back with her long nails making him shiver in pleasure .

Charles groaned loudly at them making out against her new car in disgust.

Meanwhile lando was already in backseat, rolling down the window and looking over to them impatiently.

"Can we take it for a spin then?! Let's see how fast it can go!” He shouted at them impatiently .

Pierre reluctantly pulled away from her lips with a smile , giving Cherrie a gentle push in the direction of the car.

She wasted no time in buckling herself in and revving the engine at them, lando and her screaming in excitement.

"Oh my god that sounded so sexy!" She shouted in awe as she did it again, giggling hysterically while lando climbed into the passenger seat beside her instead . Beeping the horn at them impatiently.

"Come on! Let's go!" He shouted again, taking out his camera and videoing Cherrie who was feeling her new fluffy pink wheel in awe.

Charles glanced over at his friend in silent disbelief ,

Pierre looking casual as he pulled out his phone and started taking a hundred photos of his girlfriend , still in her tiny bikini, posing with the Lamborghini like a model .

"I can't believe you bought her a Lamborghini to get her to forgive you." He stated in amazement .

Having apparently underestimated just how far and how much money he was willing to spend just to make Cherrie happy.

Pierre simply shrugged , grinning over at Cherrie in adoration.

"She's the love of my life and she deserves fancy things. Plus.. I knew there was no way she could stay mad at me with this!" He told him proudly , pleased with himself for once again spoiling his material girl.

Charles laughed , side eyeing him. "I'm mad at you for stealing my best friend from me. Where's my Lamborghini?" He joked at him.

Pierre just grinned at him , laughing "I'm sure Cherrie will give you lifts in it now. Look at how hot she looks in it.. wow.." he sighed dazedly still taking photos of her proudly .

He was definitely going to blow one of the ones with her stretched across the front of the lambo in her tiny bikini mid laugh, that picture was going straight above their bed.

All of their friends stood hidden behind the palms trees as they watched Pierre get down on one knee in the middle  of the beach , candles and roses surrounding Cherrie as she looked down at him with a excited squeal.

"Oh my god baby! This better not be a joke otherwise I'll kill you!" She shouted gleefully as she looked down at Pierre who was giggling at her excitement loudly .

He shook his head with a affectionate grin on his face , looking up at her with tears in his eyes , having wanted to do this since the day he met her.

"Not a joke." He confirmed to her , sniffling. Already getting emotional .

“You're the love of my life Cherrie. And I want to annoy you for the rest of my life. Without you- my life is just empty and boring . You keep me on my toes and make my life so much more fun and interesting . It only took me three years to get you to go on a date with me-" he spoke unashamedly , holding her hand in his with nothing but love in his eyes.

Max snorted quietly , Charles and lando shushing him quickly.

"Three years of her rejecting him. And he's still whipped." He muttered in amusement .

"But I want all your years and all your mornings and nights. I want to hear you call me an asshole when I make you mad. I want to be the only one that you look to for safety and happiness. Because you're the only one that I ever think of. Hell, I even dream of you!" He giggled , Cherrie reaching down and gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.

"So, will you marry me?" He asked her with a shaking voice , blinking away tears and adding a desperate "please?" As well.

Cherrie burst into tears and dropped down to her knees in front of him, hugging him tightly as she rocked them from side to side in pure excitement .

"Yes! You absolute beauty! Oh my god! You wanna marry me?!" She was in disbelief as she kissed all over his face in happiness .

Pierre taking ahold of her cheeks and pulling away to grin at her, laughing loudly at how oblivious she was .

He was obsessed with her. He would marry her everyday if he could .

"Obviously! I knew I wanted to marry you the first time you called me a dickhead years ago!" He admitted to her honestly.

Then he pulled away and moved to the side to show her five jewellery boxes on the sand beside him.

His friends gaped and gasped as they watched him open each box , all of them containing different diamond rings . Different styles and colours, but all worth hundreds of thousands . Giving her options as she gasped loudly and started trying each one on.

"Oh my god. He bought all of the rings he looked at?" Charles gasped in disbelief. Having been beside his friend when they went ring shopping.

They all watched the newly engaged couple sit casually on the sand, Cherrie leaning her back against his chest and holding her hand out in front of her as Pierre slid on another ring for her to try, both of them comparing them to see which one she liked best.

"He has set the bar so ridiculously high.. he never even bought flowers for girls in the past before !" Max exclaimed in disbelief .

Charles just giggled , not at all surprised as they then watched Pierre walk behind a pop up barrier and then pull out a puppy with a bow around its neck.

Cherrie bursting into tears again as she clutched the puppy to her chest , all of the rings stacked up on her fingers, unable to pick just one.

Pierre just standing back and taking candid photos of her proudly , crying happy tears himself as she shouted about how much she loved him.

"That's because they weren't Cherrie." Charles simply stated the truth.

“And cherries bar is set so high and Pierre is the only one that matches it. They're both rich and both in love. And Pierre loves spoiling her. Even before she was his girlfriend."

Lando nodded in agreement , happy for his friends.

He didn't understand their love but they were happy and that was all that mattered to him.

"She's always been a material girl and she's turning pierre into a material boy too." Lando laughed , shaking his head in amusement .

"They're made for each other. And Cherrie loves to spoil him just as much. Do You know what Cherrie has bought him for his birthday next week?" He said to them with a grin.

They all shook their heads no, looking over at him curiously .

"A private plan with his name written across it." He told them casually

“so nothing surprises me anymore."

"They'd give each other the whole world if they could."

They all watched as Cherrie and Pierre held into each other tightly , beaming smiles on their faces as they giddily began gushing about having their wedding on an island .

"Do you think we can get Taylor swift to sing at our reception?!" They heard Cherrie ask.

All of them watching as Pierre shrugged his shoulders and told her that he'd try his best to make their guest list as A list as possible.

"This is going to be the most biggest and most expensive wedding of the century." Charles stated the obvious .

Wondering how the hell he had gone from listening to her complain about how much Pierre annoyed her and wouldn't leave her alone. To seeing the both of them getting engaged and planning their futures together .

Who knew that all this could happen because of a diamond necklace?

#Pierre gasly imagine #Pierre gasly fic #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 fic #formula one imagine

[jake-g-lockley]

Would you mind doing prompt 18 with either Jake Lockley or Santiago Garcia? I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more, so I’ll let you decide ❤️

Erase it (Santiago Garcia x reader)

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Prompt: they’re teasing each other when one character goes “then kiss me” and is surprised that the other character actually does it

Word Count: 2.6k A/N: Fun fact! This period fic was just sitting in my drafts for a while but this prompt inspired me to add a lil something hehe. Enjoy <3

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (doesn’t matter if you’re on your period, WRAP IT UP), i'm back at it with the idiots in love trope <3

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You couldn't decide whether mother nature had decided to play a nasty trick on you or had blessed you with a chance when your period had made its uninvited appearance. It was an unusually cold night in Bogotá but you woke up sweating, pure pain radiating from your lower abdomen, edging itself towards your lower back. You panicked slightly when you turned, feeling a wet patch under you. 

“Shit …” you mutter as you scramble to get out of bed to turn on the lights.

You were right, you had bled through your pants onto the bed below you as you slept. The past few weeks have been absolute hell, you and the boys have been out and about. Today had been the day where they checked into a hotel and you guess that your body decided to let go of all its stress that it was holding and push it out of your uterine lining. Your period had been late and your flow was heavy despite it being literally the first day. The cramps were biting into you, making you curl your body forward each time another wave hit you.

You ransacked your bag and the hotel room, but found no pads or even tampons. Part of you was ready to just free bleed but the other part of you just wanted to cry. All you wanted was a hot cup of chocolate and a large pad but you couldn't go and get it yourself, not in the streets of Bogotá at 2 am in the morning. You bit your lip and decided to admit defeat, walking out of your room and padding sadly towards Santi and Frankie’s room. You hesitated slightly before knocking their door.

Santi flung the door open and squinted down at you warily, sleep heavy in his eyes. His curls were astray and he was pulling down his sleep shirt, exposing some skin that made you blush a little. His eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled, a warm feeling coursing through you at how genuine he looked. 

There's no way that this man could look this good even when he slept.

You were pretty sure you looked like a gremlin in your oversized t-shirt and blood covered shorts. 

“Everything okay?” he mumbled, sleep coating his usual gruff voice, softening out its edges.

To put it plainly, his voice sounded like it had been touched by a siren. 

“Uhm, yea kinda, but also no.” you look downward, shifting from one foot to another. 

Santi raised an eyebrow but let you continue.

“Sorry for waking you Pope, but I need a little help.”

“That’s alright, querida. Name it, I’m at your service.” he said bowing a little, making you giggle.

You hugged yourself, feeling very vulnerable as you bit your lip

“I started my period.” you whispered

Santi gave you no reaction to what you had said and you wondered whether he had fallen asleep with his eyes open and standing up.

“Okay, need me to get you anything?” he said, instead giving you a small smile.

That took you aback slightly, no one had said something like this to you so casually. Normally men would lean on the extremes, either making it a big deal, as if you were on the verge of death or downplaying it and making you feel small

“Yes, please. I just need pads, the biggest ones you can find please and something for the pain.” you meddled with the edge of your shirt, twisting it in a comforting pattern. 

“Alright, lemme just get my wallet. Wait for me in your room, okay?” he said cupping your face with his hand, an unusual act of affection from him.

“Okay. Thanks, Santi.” you smile, forcing down your tears as you look away from him

You went back to your room and took a nice shower, letting the hot water soothe your body. You heard a knock and you shut off the shower, pulling a fluffy towel around you before letting Santi in.

“I- oh.” Santi said before turning around when he realised you were only in your towel.

“Oh, it's fine. I’m decent. I mean the towel is long enough.” you laughed a little awkwardly.

Santi set the big bag of things he got for you onto the bed. He pulled out a packet of big pads, several of your favourite chocolate bars, pain ointment, painkillers, a hot water bottle and lastly a pack of cotton underwear. You didn’t realise you had a hand on your mouth as you watched Santi pull out the stuff from the bag

You were absolutely flabbergasted

“Fucking hell, Santiago Garcia.” you breathed. 

You stepped closer to him and grabbed the pack of pads, examining it with a smile before turning to face him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When you pulled away, you noted how red his face had gone, and the dopey expression that lined it. You thanked him profusely and rushed into the bathroom to get changed. 

You finally felt nice and fresh. You came out to find Santiago laying a towel on the soiled part of your sheets and you started to tear up. You sniffling made him look up and he just opened his arms out understandingly. You almost run to him, letting him envelope you in his warm, comforting embrace. 

“How do you feel?” he murmurs into your hair. 

“Much better, thanks Santi.” you say into his chest, breathing in his soft scent as your tears get caught in his sleep shirt. 

“Alright, I’ll let you get some rest, okay?” he said before slowly pulling away. 

You were rendered confused, and he didn’t even get to put his hand onto the doorknob before you grabbed onto his wrist. His confused stricken face made you blush and drop his hand.

“Could you maybe stay?” you ask, slightly bashful.

Santiago just smiled at you, studying your face. 

“Sure, I’d love to get away from Frankie’s snores for a while.” he said after a few seconds, making you snort. 

He grabs a few of the chocolate bars before he leads you to the couch. You open one of the bars and break it into half, giving the other half to Santiago. The both of you nibbled on the chocolate and laughed about old memories. 

You watched as Santiago animatedly tells you about the boys and their shenanigans. Oh, to be Santi’s girl. You would be treated like a queen, forget it, you would be treated like a goddess, mainly because this man had the heart to be absolutely head over heels over someone. 

“There was once where Benny tried to pet a dog, it was a calm dog, for your information, and the dog lunged at Benny so fast that all we saw was Benny’s rifle flying 30 feet away in one direction and Benny running as fast as he could in the other direction.” You laughed a little too hard and felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, making you double up in pain. 

Santiago held you and pressed his hand over yours on your tummy. For the first time panic flashed through his eyes, not knowing whether this was a normal thing. 

“Ugh I hate taking pain killers, it's not like they work anymore.” you straighten your back as the pain ebbed away. 

Years of chronic pain have made painkillers essentially useless for you. Santi nods understandingly, rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly a sheepish look settled upon his face.

“What?” you say squinting at him

“It's nothing.” he said and you swore you could see a tinge of pink upon his cheeks. 

“I demand you to tell me, I'm the one in horrendous pain,” you winced.

Santi settled back onto the couch and pulled you down with him with a sigh. 

“Remember when we were small and our mom’s would take care of us?” he said softly.

“Of course.” you said, snuggling a little closer to him.

“You know when you would fall down and your mother will always have that one special remedy?” his voice edged into a whisper.

“Hmm? A bandage and some tylenol?” you say back, totally oblivious. 

“No, I mean what comes after the bandage and the tylenol?” he says a little exasperatedly now. 

You look up at Santi with a pout and shrug. He sighs again, this time with a small smile on his face as he brushes away a wet strand of hair from your face. 

“When they kiss it all better?” 

It took you a while to process what Santiago was trying to tell you. Suddenly it clicked but you didn’t let it show, masking your shock at what Santiago was implying with confusion to divert him.

“You wanna be my mom, Santi?” you feign confusion and he rolled his eyes.

You sit up slightly and press your lips together, trying to keep your laugh in. 

“I’m just playin’, I’d love to kiss me all better, not that you’d know where to kiss-.” 

His lips caught yours before you could finish your sentence. He sighed sleepily into your kiss and caressed your cheek with his knuckles. You smiled against his lips and anchored yourself against his chest, fingers feeling up whatever was under his sleep shirt. 

He pulled away and smiled at you, a boyish smile that made him look several years younger. His fingers were at your chin and he turned our face so that he could plant another kiss onto your cheek before pulling you down onto his chest. You groaned again and clutched at your stomach as another wave of pain crashed through you.

“Guess your remedy didn’t work.” you mumbled sadly into his chest as his hand kneaded your lower back with soft pressure. 

Santiago stayed silent for a while and you slowly felt yourself getting sleepier with his presence but a few biting cramps kept pulling you out of your relaxed state. 

“I… umm… heard somewhere that there is a way to take the pain away.” Santiago stuttered a little, a little unusual for someone who was usually so calm and collected.

“I’ll do anything.” you muttered again.

“Anything?” 

“Well not do hard drugs but you know, yes anything.” you sigh. 

“It involves coming.” Santi says after a few seconds of silence

“Going where?” you said without missing a beat, the pain clearly making you stupid

Santiago’s nervous expression shifts to a blank one as he stares at you incredulously

“Pope, what?” this time you were genuinely confused as you stared at his face. 

“I mean, like, ORGASM!” he whisper-shouted.

oH-

 Now it was your turn to be nervous. You eyed Santiago and picked at a hangnail on your finger. 

“Let me take care of you.” his voice dropped to something more sultry and you felt your insides swim with desire. 

“How?” you whispered. 

Santiago wanted to buy his time by whispering all of the sweet and sacrilegious things he had been meaning to do to you but in your current state, he would rather just blatantly tell you before he made a fool of himself.

“Let me touch you and help you relax.” his eyes were so soft when they met you and you found yourself trusting him entirely.

“Okay.”

With your confirmation, Santiago scooped you up and walked you to the bed, laying you down on the towel he placed there earlier, before pulling his shirt off and crawling beside you. Your heart thudded in your chest as you pressed your legs together and stared up at Santiago. You’ve never seen this look on his face before and he was studying you, his eyes scanning your body as your breath quickened. 

“Relax, querida, I’ll take care of you.” he said, pulling your oversized t-shirt up slightly before hooking his fingers at your shorts, tugging them down gently, easing your legs apart. 

The cold air on your bare pussy made you shiver and he eyed your core in a way he’s never looked at you before. You let yourself sink down at his soft touches, his fingers kneading gently at the skin of your thigh as he kissed your knee. He kept his eyes on you as his fingers found your clit and you squeezed your eyes shut at the soft pressure. Silently, he began to softly rub at your clit, easing out soft moans and whimpers from you. You felt the tension in your abdomen pull away as it is replaced by another sensation, one that was egged on by the attractive man who was hovering over you. 

“How do you want me?” he asked softly over your whines. 

“Anything you can give me.” you breathed back, and instantly, he slipped two of his fingers inside you, making your head drop back with a delicious moan. 

He started pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you started whispering his name like a prayer almost like you were pleading for him to not stop. His thumb swiped at your clit when your walls started to get tighter around his fingers and the band that he was building instantly snapped and your back arched off the bed as you came with a gut wrenching moan. 

You dropped back down onto the bed and caught your breath, your vision swimming as you vaguely heard yourself thank Santiago. You felt the bed dip around you and your eyes dropped down to where Santi’s hand was. He had rid himself of his pants and was gently pumping himself up and down, smearing your blood on himself, eliciting a string of curses from your own mouth. You dropped your knees open and he pushed himself in, filling you up to the brim as you gasped at his size. He dropped himself onto his forearms, caging you as his lips whispered soft nothings into your ear.

“So wet and warm… Still so fuckin’ tight…” he started pistoning his hips pulling out moan after moan from you again. “Fuck, you feel so good, I need to make you feel good.” 

He was making you feel good. All of the pain had vanished and was replaced with quaint pleasure coursing through your veins. The intimacy of it all made you feel so vulnerable yet safe. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly, letting him drop his head against your shoulder as your pussy started to grip him with absurd strength. 

“So close…” you managed to breathe and Santi nodded, unable to form any words.

His fingers dropped to your clit once more and it didn’t take much for you to snap again, Santi spilling into you with a sharp moan to the column of your throat. He slumped against you and your hands lazily scraped at his scalp.  All of your muscles were relaxed and it was replaced with soft clouds of pleasure that turned your mind hazy. You kissed Santiago’s temple and thanked him over and over as he soothingly kissed your neck.

“Better?” he mumbled into your neck.

“So much better.” you breathed, sleep pulling your eyelids over your eyes.

“Shh, rest, I got you baby. I always got you.” was the last thing you heard before you succumbed to the powerful callings of sleep. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up curled up against him, his hand pressing a now lukewarm hot pack to your abdomen as he cuddled you close. While you were asleep, he changed you, and made sure you were comfortable before settling to sleep. His nose now was buried in your hair and your back was flush to his chest, impossibly close. 

You held on to his arms and you pulled him closer, praying that he would never slip away, knowing that he’d be able to erase everything that could harm you. 

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[birgittesilverbae]

soft dads au - the first time she calls ava mom? or like they have libby play hooky and take her on a fun day to the beach or something

thanks for the prompt! didn't mean to write another sickfic, but @princington and I had already discussed the When of the first "mom"-ing so here we are

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"Don't want you. Want Ava."

"Shhhh, darling, Dad's trying," Beatrice hushes, bouncing in place. Libby's getting too big to be held like this, now, but it's still instinct for Beatrice to cradle her, to clutch her close, to be there in every way her own parents never were. "Lil? Did you get hold of her?"

"Not yet, love." Lilith's sitting on the floor, leaning back against the fridge door, rubbing at her brow with the heel of one hand, the other holding her phone to her ear. She looks as exhausted as Beatrice feels, stretched thin by a night spent trying to soothe Libby back to sleep. 

Another of those bone-rattling coughs works its way out of Libby, and she presses her face into Beatrice's shoulder with a pained cry. 

"Shhh, darling, bàba's got you. You're okay." She rubs circles on Libby's back, still bouncing, always bouncing, one foot to the other.

"Want Ava," Libby repeats plaintively, her hand tugging at the neck of Beatrice's sweater. 

"Lil," Beatrice repeats, a little desperately. She's not sure how much more she can take, not when Libby's so closely echoing her pleas from those first days after the divorce had been finalised. "Can you take her?"

Lilith scrambles to her feet. "Of course. Hey, Libs, you're gonna come with Dad now, okay?" She tugs the compress from Libby's forehead, presses the back of her hand to the skin. "Can you swap that out, please?"

Beatrice complies on rote instinct, wets a fresh washcloth and wrings it out, passes it back to Lilith. Lilith catches her wrist before she can pull away. 

"It's not you," she says quietly, shifting Libby more firmly onto her hip and reaching over to thumb at the tear Beatrice hadn't noticed welling up in the corner of her eye. Her words are punctuated by another harsh cough, another weak "want Ava".

Beatrice presses a kiss to the pad of Lilith's thumb before guiding her hand to Libby's back. "I know it's not– I know. I just need some air. I'll go give Ava another–" She's interrupted by the doorbell chime. "Or let her in, I guess."

Ava's on the doorstep, hair in disarray, face still creased from her pillow, swimming in an overlarge hoodie Beatrice recognizes from Lilith's closet. "I came as soon as I got Lily's text," she explains. "Didn't want to answer calls while I was driving. How's she doing?"

"Still asking for you."  

Ava nods, scans her face. "How're you doing, Bea?"

She huffs out a weak laugh, waves a hand. "Oh, you know. Fine. I'm fine."

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, babe." Ava darts up onto her tiptoes to kiss Beatrice's forehead. "I've got you."

//

"Hey," Lilith says softly, bumping Beatrice's hip with her own. "Brought you something."

Beatrice glances down to find Lilith presenting her with a mug of tea a rich caramel colour, the perfect balance of Earl Grey and milk. The #1 emblazoned on the ceramic sits warm beneath her fingers. "Thank you," she murmurs, pushing off the door frame so she can lean into Lilith's side instead. Lilith's arm comes to rest around her waist, habitual as breathing. 

"Haven't heard Libs cough in a while."

"Ava's doing a good job of getting her settled." And she is, and Beatrice is trying desperately not to feel jealous of the ease with which Ava had swept in and cajoled Libby back under the covers. Or of the ease with which Libby had complied to her request, after spending what had felt like hours pushing back against Beatrice. 

They're curled up together now, Libby tucked in under a pile of blankets, Ava lounging beside her. One arm is cradled under Libby's head, and the opposite hand pins open a well-worn copy of The Little Prince. As Beatrice watches, she lets the book fall closed and lightly taps Libby's nose with the spine. "Time to sleep, Libs."

Libby says something back, inaudible across the room, and Ava's entire body goes still. Beatrice tenses up in concert with Lilith, ready to leap into action, but then Ava's looking towards them, eyes shining with tears above a brilliant grin.

'Mom', she mouths, free hand going to her chest, she called me 'Mom'.

#fic: dads #ava x beatrice x lilith #myfic #mywn #ask #anon #the mom-ing doesn't continue consistently from here #the consistent mom-ing is a whole other thing

[unclewaynemunson]

( 🥐 anon )

i'm rewatching season one and tommy is yelling at steve for "running away". it just made me think of eddie and how he criticized himself for running when chrissy got vecna'd.

what if eddie survived the upside down and steve is like "why didn't you run?" and eddie explains that he didn't know why, he just felt like he should fight. it reminds steve of that time he stopped running (when jonathan and nancy were attacked in the house).

i don't know where i am going with this, but i figured you might have something to add if you wanted. :D

Hello again :D

Oh my beloved parallel <333 I thought about this all day and ended up writing a lil something about it :)

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'I've been meaning to ask you something for a while,' Steve says. He's sitting right next to Eddie's hospital bed, like he has been often these past days, keeping him company and making him laugh and helping him with every little thing. It sounds oddly serious and Eddie just frowns at him in response.

'Why didn't you run?'

The question hangs in the air between them for a couple of seconds. Then, Eddie scoffs. 'Says the guy who insisted on being the one at the front lines,' he retorts.

Instead of bickering back, Steve stares at him, seemingly taking his time to carefully consider what Eddie had meant to be a throwaway remark.

'You know, the first time all this shit went down... I kinda did the same,' he finally admits. 'It was Tommy, of all people, who got in my head. Told me that I was always running away. And that's exactly what I did when I saw what was going on at the Byers' house.'

Steve had told Eddie all about it, earlier: about how he showed up to apologize to Jonathan and instead got robed into that whole Upside Down shitshow.

'Nance told me to leave. She pointed a fucking gun at my face and told me to get the hell out. And then the lights started doing their freaky flashy stuff and I - I ran.' He sighs. 'And then I came back,' he adds quietly. 'So that's why you didn't run, too?'

'I kept thinking about Chrissy,' Eddie says, his voice barely more than a whisper. 'How I left her there to die. I couldn't - I just couldn't run away again. Simple as that.'

Steve keeps looking into his eyes intently, holding his gaze, as if he's searching for something. Eddie almost forgets to breathe, feeling exposed and vulnerable with those soft brown eyes on him and the silence around the two of them.

'I guess this is where I should say "please don't do that again next time",' Steve says, his voice sounding strangely choked as he cuts through the silence. 'But apparently we both know it's not that simple, huh?'

Eddie nods, still stunned under the intensity of Steve's gaze. He thinks back to how it felt when he thought he was dying. It had been terrifying and awful and goddamn painful more than anything else, obviously. But there had also been something that almost felt like relief. He knew, in that moment, that he could never go back to being a coward again. That he had faced it all and didn't regret trying to be better, trying to protect his people.

Maybe he should also be brave in a different way, he thinks. So he stretches out his hand, rests it on Steve's, and gently squeezes.

#thank you for asking <3 #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fruity ficlet #stranger things

[quodekash]

FINAL PART OF THE EPISODE, LETS GOOOO

I LOVE HIM 😭

this entire situation is very not good

(I forgot to write down my thoughts lmao)

oh so he's gonna suffocate him? that makes sense actually, I thought he was gonna shoot him

anyway time for the perfectly timed rescue from kangsailom

HELL YEAH SAILOM

BRO JUST PUNCHED A GROWN MAN, IM PROUD OF HIM

no come on man

why

why can't we all just be happy

why the hell did kang throw himself between the gun and the guy

(did you just throw your hand BETWEEN the hammer and the phone?)

oh okay so its just an arm wound

he'll be fine, right?

just a lil graze wound?

also because of the light it looks like theres a guy in the blood lmao

Tony stark-ass man

gUYS

I get that you wanna be all noble and stuff but can we chill a little bit

maybe duck down instead? step to the left? run out the door and grab some authorities so that you're not facing against this deranged guy alone? just some food for thought

YES

YES

YES

HELL YES

oh wait no

oh no now he's gonna go to jail for gun possession

crap

OH WAIT BUT SAIFAH'S ALSO IN JAIL

THEY CAN BE JAIL BOYFRIENDS

we've got bathroom boyfriends (soundwin/guynawa), rooftop boyfriends (patpran and arguably guynawa too), pool boyfriends (tinngun) and now we can have jail boyfriends!

the four elements. bathroom, rooftop, jail, pool.

long ago the four nations lived together in harmony. then, everything changed when the jail nation attacked. only the avatar, master of all four boyfriends, could stop them. but when the world needed him most, he vanished.

a hundred years passed and my brother and I discovered the new avatar, a poolbender named palm. and although his poolbending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he's ready to save anyone. but I believe palm can save the world!

(I can't quite remember but I'm pretty sure palmnueng managed all four of those at some point. they definitely got beat up in a bathroom at some point or something like that, there was that pool scene from the very start of the series, they're kind of technically on the run from the police and stuff like the entire time which is close enough to jail, and they end up on the roof of that one building quite a few times. so yeah, I guess palmnueng are the ultimate boyfriends)

OH CRAP THATS RIGHT I WAS WATCHING THE EPISODE

obviously like, empathy, this completely sucks and they're absolutely gonna convict name because it'll be in some record somewhere that he worked for whatshisface, so theyll decide that name was either trying to take down his boss so he could have the power, or that he was still working for his boss but mis-aimed and was actually trying to shoot kang and sailom

but also... jail boyfriends

thats it? that's freaking it?

okay then bro, jeez

that was truly something

OHMYOHMYOHMYOHMYOHMY

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GO48ERIDHGJIVOUERUODGOHVE0IROUHSD0UGHOUIVO0ERHOUD0UHOUG0UVHOGEWHR80DSUHGUOV0U9EHRU-SHDG9U-VHE9U-RHIDS0Y9G9Y-UVWEHPIS-9UDGHP-UV9PEWUS9DPH-GUVPH 9-UEHSD9JGIHPVJ9EIHR9SDIG90JVIE

IM NOT BEING DELUSIONAL IT ACTUALLY IS COMING

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND IT'S INITIATED BY GUY????

AAAAA THIS IS AMAZING

I so hope they kiss twice there, that would be awesome, then I could put the patpran rooftop kiss soundtrack behind it like I did with soundwin

GUIERJDKFBGNOVIERLNDGOVJD NEXT WEEK IS THE FINAL EPISODE WHICH WILL BE EMOTIONAL AND ITLL ALSO BE A GRADUATION EPISODE WHICH WILL BE EVEN MORE EMOTIONAL, B U T GUYNAWA ARE FINALLY GONNA KISS SO THE PAIN WILL BE WORTH IT HOLY FRICK

I HAVE TO WAIT A WEEK NOW???? A WHOLE-ASS WEEK???? GEORJDSKGB HOW

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #guynawa #nawaguy #kangsailom #kanghansailom #marcwin #marcpawin #marc pahun #win pawin #pawin kulkaranyawich #perthchimon #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon #HEEEEEEEELP

[sunshinesteviee]

i feel like 36 with for the kiss prompts is so steve coded!! like you’re maybe on your 3rd/4th date and he’s trying his absolute best not to go too far in fear of ruining what you have but you’re making it very hard (tehe)

you're so right bestie!!! a lil something with the prompt "stopping a kiss when it gets too heated"

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Steve’s trying really hard to be a gentleman. He really is. You’re different. Everything with you is different, and though it’s all still fairly new with you, he doesn’t want to ruin anything. He wants to take it slow. The only problem is that you’re making it difficult. Really difficult. 

Steve had rented a new release before anyone else could get their hands on it, excited to watch it, of course, but mostly excited to spend time with you. Somehow, though, not even halfway through the movie, you’d ended up in Steve’s lap. The kisses had started off tame; a peck to the cheek, a short and sweet kiss on the lips. And then, a few kisses later, you’d ended up in his lap. Not that Steve was complaining — he would never. 

Planting his hands on your hips, Steve pulls back from you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He looks beautiful as always, you think, kiss-mussed and bathed in the soft light emitting from the TV. You give him a grin, the hand resting against his jaw shifting just enough to rub your thumb over his pretty moles on the apple of his cheek as you murmur your thoughts aloud, “You’re so pretty, Steve.”

He laughs — the kind that’s just a huff of air out of your nose — and returns your smile easily, though he shakes his head, “‘M ‘sposed to say that to you.”

Instead of replying, you lean forward again and capture his lips with yours. This kiss is more heated as you slide a hand into his soft hair and press your chest to his. The action draws a low groan from Steve and he pulls back from you again with a breathless, exasperated sound, “Babe.”

“Mhm?” you mumble, distracted as you trail kisses along Steve’s jaw and neck. 

Your breath is hot against his skin as you work on leaving a mark behind, tongue soothing over it after a moment. Steve lets out another choked sound and says in an almost pained whisper, “Babe, we can’t— I don’t—“

At this, you quickly pull back, cheeks filling with the heat of embarrassment and give Steve an apologetic smile, “Oh, I’m sorry, Steve, I didn’t… I guess I just— I thought—”

Steve cuts you off quickly, shaking his adamantly as he lifts his hands to cup your cheeks, “No! I didn’t mean— You didn’t do anything wrong.” He lets out a heavy sigh and you can practically feel the warmth of his blush crawling up his neck to his cheeks under your palms, “I just— I really like you. AndI wanted this — us — to be different, so I just thought… I don’t know, it’s stupid.” 

“Hey,” you murmur, dipping your head down so you can catch his gaze again, “It’s not stupid. Not at all. I really like you, too.” 

“Yeah?” Steve smiles at this, and you swear your heart is going to burst in your chest. 

“Yeah,” you nod, “Of course. I’m just happy to be with you. We don’t have to kiss, or do anything else.” 

“Well, I didn’t say that…” 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #blurbs #steve blurbs #my blurbs

[yoinkschief]

You have no idea how long this has needed to be done, he's been brewing in my head with no ability to do anything about it

Anyway time to explain some shit

The boy on the left is regular Tom and the one on the right is him halfway transformed Teefers too big for him mouth and I'm just now realizing I forgot to draw Tom's snake bites and other earrings fuck me oml Oh and he gets fuzzier cause in order to transform to and fro his demon form his body speeds up the growth process to help with the pain (something that developed, it was not instantaneously there and it's not perfect, the process is still INCREDIBLY painful he does not enjoy it)

Anyway, I wanted to say that usually a demon's horns (in my headcanon anyway) usually represent age, but there are certain sins that don't follow this rule such as Wrath and Lust, instead their horns represent power and status more than anything (the larger the horns, the more powerful you're considered and better treated you are in society) but even then not every demon will have horns, like Envy or Sloth

To explain my demon hierarchy and world building would take several posts and multiple AO3 books for everyone to properly understand it the way I see it but just know that there are 7 sins, the seven deadly sins, that each demon falls under (more or less, anyway), there are the original sins, the children they created asexually like starfish do and then their children mingling together and creating different races of demons and complex hybrids,,, pretty much every demon you see will be a mutt save for very high class demons (such as the OG sins and the demons that have the most "pure" blood of their predecessors)

Tom's demon, is really fucking weird in that regard because yes, his Demon is a full Rage Demon or in other words, a perfect demon of Wrath but it's like... Artificially made. And no one knows how

wink

But yeah it's super freaky and he's like one of the few things that could give demons themselves the sense of uncanny valley

Very hard to close mouth You know how snakes can open their jaws super wide to eat prey?... Yeah

Tom is based off of two things, besides demons n dragons ofc: Snakes and Spiders. I fucking hate spiders you have no idea how much looking this shit up sucked

Anyway his venom is stored in his teeth like how spiders are, but he's got a very snake-ish mouth. And can open his jaw super fucking wide like a snake or certain species of spiders can. To the best is a very simplified side profile example of that,,,, maybe I should make some body horror art of him with his fully extended jaw like some freak ass spider. That'd give me nightmares. Which I guess is the point.

I put too much time and effort into that mouth, please appreciate it

Also yeah closing his jaw is super hard cause of his lil snake-ish spider-ish teeth that protrude out of his mouth

Demons of Wrath tend to have bigger builds

BIG BOYYYY I LOVE HIM

This mother fucker is genuinely the reason it took me so long to create this damn sheet,, I could never figure how I wanted him to look, but in the end I stuck to something close to canon with my own stylized shit. Like his horns and jutting out teeth

Diving a bit deeper into my demon world building lore that's been brewing in my head for nearly a decade now (yikes that hurts to think about) demons have different builds, Pride and Lust tend to be very similar to society's standards of beauty (ever changing as humans adapt, so do demons... hmmm) versus Gluttony and Wrath tending to be more nightmarish and your run of the mil cryptid you'd see in the woods when you were fucking around where you shouldn't be

Symbol of Wrath

Every House or Sin has their own symbol, usually reserved for the original sins, but Tom is a special case because,,, reasons I'm not disclosing at the moment cause I think it's silly and shit or whatever I dunno I guess I'm embarrassed to explain it? For some reason? Anyway back to this

Nothing more to explain about it really, just that Tom has this marking on his monster form's chest and that's the black mark on the previous picture,,, except it's not actually fully black like that, it was just too tiny to get the details right so I decided to do the next best thing lol

It's a lion with horns that can be interpreted as Scorpion Tails, because the sin of Wrath is usually associated with Lions, Bears, Dragons and I think Scorpions fit, too, makes me think of the scorpion and the frog

Anyway that's my rant about headcanons I put too much thought, time and effort into that three people will read lol

#eddsworld #ew #art #fanart #ew tom #ew monster tom #jay draws #headcanons #ramble #rant #reference sheet #monster tom reference sheet #adding that for my own convenience lmao #i dunno if I should put any content warning for snakes or spiders #I mean there's no pictures of them but they're heavily referenced #meh. we're big kids if they don't like it they can block me and scroll away

[karingu]

Chapter 474 made me want InuKag to break up (temporarily)

There's something that always bothered me about this chapter, but I finally have the words to explain what it is. (This is the one with Kaou, the weird sadness eating demon that made Inuyasha have a dream of Kikyo and cry blood and stuff.)

Sigh. I don't agree with how the ending of this chapter was written (sorry, Rumiko). It made me, an InuKagger, feel devastatingly frustrated about InuKag's relationship for the first time... specifically for Kagome's dignity.

Okay, so Inuyasha's thoughts basically got blasted on speakerphone in the previous Ch:

UM, HI? Kagome is RIGHT FUCKIN' THERE. God, at that point, for Kagome's sake, I had had enough of it. I love InuKag, but in this moment, I don't give a frank fuck what Inuyasha has done to prove he loves Kagome, or what he truly thinks — for Kagome to hear that is so. damn. hurtful. And you know those words had hurt her: they echoed in her mind in a later panel. And she cried.

Up until now, Inuyasha had been reaping the benefits of Kagome's patience. But Kagome is HURTING as much as he is, and she keeps choosing not to show him that side of her because she feels sorry for him… GAH!

KAGOME, I LOVE YOU!!! BUT CAN WE? NOT SPOIL INUYASHA TOO MUCH? PLS...

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I don’t mind that it took a villain like Kaou for Inuyasha to find out how much Kagome was hurting because of him. Pretty gnarly. However, I'm upset that Kagome herself didn’t fully admit to Inuyasha how hurt she got. And she shut up Kaou before he could say that the "cause of her pain"... was Inuyasha.

I get it — her reasons were personal. But I cannot express how FREAKIN' disappointed I still was about that. Let Inuyasha find out, DAMN IT!!!

I know; Kikyo had just passed on. Kagome was trying to be considerate, and Inuyasha's guilt toward Kikyo was probably made raw again — so I'm not faulting him for his feelings at all. Truly, I understand he's having hard time. AT THE SAME TIME, REALISTICALLY SPEAKING, it is clear it was not healthy for him to be in a relationship with Kagome at that point. And likewise for Kagome.

I wanted Kagome to stand up for herself. When Inuyasha told her that he dreamed of Kikyo, I wanted her to tell him something like, "Hey, I know she's on your mind, and that's okay, really, but... I just don't think I can endure it right now."

How would Inuyasha react to that? He’d probably be disquieted, but I think he’d try to accept it.

Yes, I guess it could come off as "selfish," because Inuyasha is grieving and having a hard time. But look... Kagome is hurt. She had been withstanding it all this time... she had been selfless enough. It is not selfish; it’s an act of self-love. She is her own person, no? She's entitled to look out for herself too, regardless of the circumstances.

Strength is also knowing when to retreat.

Instead of this chapter ending on a jokey note, I truly wanted Kagome to put a pause on their relationship. Have a lil’ time-out. Let Inuyasha grieve for Kikyo properly. Let Kagome be free to feel whatever it is for herself, with no strings attached.

Then, they can reconcile later when they're both at a better place.

From a writer's standpoint, WOOWEE that would've been a great cliffhanger. Tune in next week! LOL (Ok tbh Inuyasha prob wouldn’t last more than 3 days or something before he wants to get back with Kagome LMAO… but at least he knows how Kagome truly feels.)

No matter how much I love InuKag, I recognize a bad situation when I see one. I really... wanted Takahashi to make Kagome take a stand for her own well being. Just this once. JUST THIS DAMN ONCE.

It may seem important to put others first… but man, give yourself some love, too, Kagome.

Sorry… maybe I’m getting too carried away. (I’m seeing too much of my past self in her here.) And who knows? Maybe Takahashi didn’t have time for them to break up, or did this to show that Kagome, still a teenager, doesn’t always make perfect decisions. At any rate, I think Kagome's weakness is being too understanding sometimes :(

#kagome #kagome higurashi #inuyasha #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #kagome x inuyasha #inuyasha anime #inuyasha manga #my:posts #my:inumeta

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Lil rant

Why do so many people make suns issues seem like nothing? I see much people constantly saying: "sun just has [insert issues]". No. Sun has alot more than that. His life was made a living hell because of who? Moon. Sun had to see the murders, clean them up, feel pain with every moons move when he took control, fight for control and god knows what more. That has been going on for what? More than 9-10 years (Sun confirmed from a year long episode that hes tehnically 9 years old). Don't get me wrong, moon has trauma from it too, having to deal with a killcode, being trapped in the mindscape without his body ect. Though, people are still dismissing suns trauma from this. Sun was TERRIFIED. He kept begging moon, but it didn't help. Some people think that its alright because sun still had confidence and was happy after they seperated and that ISNT correct. This piece of trauma gave sun a big affect on him. Such as being afraid of the dark. It may not seem too bad, but just imagine what was going on in suns mind when it was dark. It doesn't matter how much of a "stupid" fear is that, it still has a reasoning on why its there. After seperation, he also got abused by moon. Moon would always threaten him when sun made a joke. Especially with the whacking stick. The whacking stick was seen as a joke and it wasnt serious in many eyes, though just imagine being in suns shoes. You're making jokes like siblings do and oh! Guess what. You get threatened and hit for it. See what im trying to say here? Moon also used to put sun down alot. That may be normal in a sibling relationship, I have to admit that. Yet, sun eventually started believing those words because of others who would do the same. And when moon was doing the same, sun started believing in that. Sun probably also started being convinced by it since everytime he tried to help, he couldnt. This obviously led to this sort of mindstate. Whenever sun was talking about his issues,moon would ignore them and replace it with his own (Episode example:sun and moon BREAK UP in VRCHAT or whatever the name was). Sun always had to take care of moon and moons issues too. sun felt like he was useless so what other better was to cope than to help others so you feel useful. This is extremely unhealthy. Sun forgot to help himself. Plus, people always push suns feelings to the side. For an example, monty said that sun would get over it and that it was just a phase. Moon was too scared to go talk to sun! And guess what. Sun went out to kill eclipse! He also gaslighted and manipulated sun into doing what HE wants. For an example, you know when sun was in that one state of mind when he went to kill eclipse? Instead of trying to help sun with feelings and stuff, HE LOCKED SUN INTO A BUNKER WHERE THE ARGURMENT HAPPEND, and put a magic box giving sun barely room to stand. Because he wanted sun to be like hes "supposed to be", the voice of reason. See whats wrong with this? He also would pressure sun into telling him things sun didn't wanna talk about. Example, july 16th. In the argurment, he started pressuring sun into telling him what happend until sun actually did. Another example, when sun killed bloodmoon, he also started pressuring sun into telling him what actually happend, though, sun didn't do so that time. This aint a way to deal with thse kind of situations. If someone doesn't wanna talk about something, we shouldn't force them. Yet people are still so confused on why sun doesn't open up! I wonder why! Do we need a damn detective for that. I see people saying that its because earth and moon are basically strangers, althought it really isnt. Sunny thinks everything is his fault. He thinks eclipse existing is his fault, even if sun wasnt the one who put a goddamn left behind code. Its moons fault. Sure, he didnt know that would happen, even so what did he think was going to happen. "Omg it'll be such a good idea if I put a left behind code that i dont even know what it is!!" Like please. Who knows what that leech- I MEAN. Eclipse said to him.

Its no big suprise sunny turned out this way

#sams sun #Sams #the sun and moon show #Tsams #Sun

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I'm still on my rest days so I can't draw for a bit (I try to have a couple of days where I don't focus on drawing and just vibe so I avoid being burnt out)

So have more horse ideas that me and my friend talked about 🐴(it was mostly me rambling and my friend going "uhuh...")

It's REALLY long so beware.

First Movie

MC: Anzu

Horse: ??? Idk give me ideas(doesn't really have to follow the tier list)

Friend: Hokuto, Makoto?

Rival: Kaoru

Rival Horse: Koga

Teacher: Rei

Category: Horse Racing

Very basic plot of girl moves into the country plot and then finds passion for horse racing. She wins the end !

Kaoru basically is misogynistic rival who tries to rizz her up(fail sfx) and says horse racing is a "mans race" (it is not Lol) and gets humbled at the end. (He learns his lessons and starts respecting Anzu as an individual)

Koga is a menace horse and always foils Kaoru. (This movie is more Kaoru embarasses himself and if he doesn't, his horse does it for him)

Spinoff 1

MC: Tetora

Horse: Chiaki

Friend: Midori

Teacher: Kuro

Rival: Midori also LMAO

There's no rival horse for this one. Basically Tetora moves to the countryside(wow shocker) and wants to get into horse racing like Kuro. Kuro then let's him try out with Chiaki horse but Chiaki is too hard headed and distracted to try to race properly. Tetora is extremely frustrated by this and asks Kuro to get him another horse but Kuro's like "(cowboy accent) it ain't the horse... it's the rider" anyways u can guess the rest

Midori is the main antagonist here because something something he thinks horse racing is kinda stupid and a pain and hates having to help tetora out all the time and wants to move back to the city. But in the end through "love and friendship" he starts to understand

Shinobu can be here too. I just like him he's a lil guy.

Spinoff 2

MC: Kasa

Horse: Sora

Rival: Tori

Rival Horse: Yuzuru

I haven't really thought of a plot for this but I just want Tori to be a silly guy who doesn't necessarily understand horse racing but his horse is actually crazy fast he just doesn't know how to utilize it.

Summary: two rich people duke it out

Spin off 3(I thought about this one the most)

MC: Arashi

Horse: Mitsuru

Friend: Ritsu(or Adonis?)

Teacher: Madara (and Akiomi?)

Rival: Shu

Rival Horse: Mika

Special Guest: Horse Nazuna 🐴

Instead of horse racing this is a dressage competition. Arashi is a girl who never really understood horses until one day she sees a dressage competition and is inspired to try it out

Shu is a pompous guy who is extremely gatekeepy of the sport and thinks Arashi isn't cut out for this.

Arashi tries hard to train her horse for the dressage competition but Mitsuru is more of a dash dash guy so that's the secondary conflict. She gives up halfway through the movie because Mitsuru is too hard headed

She wonders why Mitsuru can't be more like Shu's horse Mika who is more tame and regal(on the outside he is silly on the inside)

Arashi then finds out about Shu's previous horse Nazuna and then her heart compels her to beat him. "If I beat you, you give Mika to me!" "Okay but if I win you quit Dressage forever"

She still has a hard time training Mitsuru but Madara comes in and gives her some cool inspiring advice. (It's revealed Mika isn't as regal as a horse as most people see him to be. It's just Shu understands his strengths and uses it to his advantage)

Idk how but through friendship and magic she is able to get a unique routine with Mitsuru by incorporatinghis interests and personality into the competition (idk how this will happen or what it will look like u just have to trust me)

Anyways she still loses because Shu is an absolute genius in his craft but it's revealed that Shu has greatly regretted his actions in his previous competitions which is why he retired his horse.

And she learns he truly cares about his horses and tries so hard not to repeat the same mistakes and they both end up respecting each other on equal grounds

Direct Sequel of the main movie

MC: Aira

Horse: Hiiro(he was labelled as a friend in the tier list but I think it makes more sense for him to be a horse for this)

Friend: Kohaku

Teacher: Anzu and Tatsumi

Rival: Ibara

Rival Horses: Rinne, Nagisa

Rival Teacher: Himeru

Eh what the hell let's put Niki here too he's just vibin

And Mayoi so those two aren't left out

Aira has always adored horse racing ever since he watched Anzu win a race years ago. She doesn't do horse racing anymore but she gives horse riding lessons to little kids in a small farm on the country side.

Aira travels all the way there with his friend Kohaku in an attempt to meet her and she's like "Oh thank you so much but unfortunately I'm going to have to sell this Farm soon as CorporationName.Inc is trying to tear it down to make a mall or whatever."

Aira goes crazy and is like NOOO WE HAVE TO SAVE THE FARM KOHAKU... and kohaku is like "chill they're literally just horses"

Aira finds out the guy at CorporationName.Inc(Ibara) also races horses and tries to challenge him to save the farm.

Ibara accepts since he likes to beat up weak little guys like Aira and he also thinks there's no way he can lose to this kid who's never done horse racing in his life.

Aira tries to get Anzu to teach him unfortunately she's really busy with taking care of the animals and lessons with the kids so she asks her friend Tatsumi to help out instead

Blablabla they train and Himeru is the one who coaches Ibara and has a rivalry with Tatsumi

One day during practice Ibara takes his horse to the same area where Aira is practicing and Hiiro horse starts acting all crazy. Because it is Rinne horse(this is starting to sound really insane but this whole AU is insane so bear with it)

Anyways idk horse brother drama

Kohaku: they're just horses

Hiiro horse: 🐴

Kohaku: damn...

Yada yada yada Aira wins and saves the farm 🏆

Oh and Kohaku works for Ibara at the end(special request from my friend) idk how or why he just does

Maybe corporationname.inc has good work benefits idk

Now you may be wondering why this is so indepth. Idk either ! I'm just really bored with not much to do so I wrote all of this

I would think of other horse movie plots but I felt so cringe writing this one out

#mina rambles #AND I MEAN I *RAMBLE* #this was way too long for its own good tbh #enstars horse au #im gonna start tagging the horse au stuff so you can all find it easily on my blog #anyways please ignore this its kinda very cringe #also it's 1 am and i have to go to work tomorrow #i was writing and i was like yeah everyone will like this #but the more i wrote the more ashamed i became