#hes grabbing all the mint candies

[daydreamingqueen1]

Sweets thief

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Warnings/Content: none. pure fluff, a wee bit of bullying to spence (totally harmless and friendly though), crushes, unhealthy amount of candy ingestion lol, no y/n, gn!reader too

Summary: You've been stealing sweets from your resident genius.

Word count: 1.2k

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It wasn't unusual for the BAU members to carry snacks with them.

The job was hard, stressful and, most importantly, it had unpredictable hours. So finding time to eat a proper meal wasn't always a viable option.

Nevertheless, eating is a basic human need and even if it's not completely healthy, the agents often found themselves battling their hunger with quick snacks.

As a relatively new member of the BAU, buying said vital snacks wasn't yet ingrained in your mind, resulting in you continually forgetting to buy something to munch on during cases.

Stealing was always an option though.

After several months with your coworkers, you are proud to say that you have managed to eat at the expense of all of their pockets, for experts in human behavior, they don't hide their treats so well.

However, after several months, you have come to know their go-to snacks and, subsequently, you have become picky.

Morgan eats some kind of high-protein bars with an awfully bright neon wrapper.

Emily loves those salt and vinegar chips every station has on their vending machines.

JJ, ever the healthy mom of the group, always has a few packages of oatmeal raisin cookies on hand.

Rossi carries eucalyptus and mint gummies like the old man he is.

And Hotch buys the most bland granola bars known to mankind.

With all of that said, the conclusion was obvious.

Spencer has the best snacks.

It is not only that he always has sweets but that he's the only one that manages for variety instead of a fixed thing. A bit ironic considering he is the most prone to sticking to a rigid routine. Well, you aren't complaining though, especially not this month.

You realized quickly that Halloween was a big thing for the resident genius, seeming to make the grown man regress to the mentality of an overly eager seven-year-old. It's lucky for you because that means that he chooses to try a new candy every single day of October.

It also means that you had begun stealing exclusively from him and, being surrounded by profilers, it wasn't long until you were discovered as the culprit.

A shadow had eclipsed your desk suddenly, making you look up to a squinting Dr. Reid. “Did you take my last Peanut Butter Cup?”

You shook your head, “No...”

Derek snorted on the desk nearby, “You've still got chocolate on your face, kid,”

Cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, you smiled up at Spencer sweetly.

His converse sounded hard against the floor as he stumped away.

Apparently, you weren't that discreet. He ended up catching you many more times after that.

"Hey!" Spencer swatted your hand when you grabbed yet another handful of his M&Ms.

You shrugged, feigning innocence, “Hey to you too Reid, but we've been in the same room for a while.”

He huffed, inching the box slightly out of your reach.

Many more times.

Your hand was literally inside the familiar size bag of Starburst candy when Spencer came back from the bathroom.

“Oh come on!” he groaned, taking the bag out of your grasp, “Buy your own.”

You went back to the local police station office, giggling to yourself like a child with your hands full of candy.

At this point hunger had become a secondary motive to your stealing. The number one reason being how adorable Spencer's reactions were when he caught you.

In all honesty, you harbored a bit of a crush on the man. You didn't have the courage to tell him upfront, making your silly brain manifest your feelings like a preschooler pulling on the pigtails of their crush. Oh, but teasing him was so fun, and it got you free candy so it was even better.

Then, yesterday, there was an incident.

The team was on the jet, another kidnapped girl had been safely returned to her parents, fairly quickly this time too. Spirits were high at wrapping up a case with such a positive outcome, making most of the agents mingle and play games on the usually quiet ride home.

You were perched on one of the individual seats, scrolling away in your phone and absentmindedly eating some candy (you had bought your own for once).

You jolted a bit when a hand dived into your candy bag. When you looked up, you found a smirking Spencer standing right in front of you, looking fairly smug and popping a piece into his mouth. He thought he was finally getting back at you for eating all of his sweets.

His joy lasted for about three seconds before he realized his mistake.

See, to the untrained eye, he had just eaten a couple of innocent looking bear gummies. Except, these were not regular gummies, they were your favorite kind, the most sour kind.

Spencer's face scrunched up with disgust, the sour effect of the gummy doubled at taking him by surprise, the acidic taste completely taking over his taste buds.

You couldn't help it, you bent over your belly with laughter, inadvertently drawing attention to Spencer's predicament.

The whole team snickered as they watched him rush back and forth on the narrow hall of the jet until he got hold of a tissue to spit the offending candy.

“What the hell is that?” he turned around to confront you.

You gave him an apologetic smile, “Sour candy?”

More laughs filled the space and Spencer had sat down on the furthest chair from yours, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest.

Back to today, you feel actually kind of guilty about what happened. You have been munching on all of Spencer's treats for weeks and the one time he does it to you, the whole team ends up making fun of him. A bit of teasing was fine but you don't want the man to actually feel bad.

So when you see him stand up from his desk and walk into the kitchen, you quickly jump out of your chair and grab something from your bag, trailing right behind him through the bullpen.

He's making himself an exaggeratedly sweet cup of coffee when you corner him.

“Spencer,” you call, making him turn around. Your hands are inconspicuously behind your back, “Trick or treat?”

His eyebrows furrow suspiciously, “Neither if you're going to give me one of those monstrosities you like.”

You huff out a laugh, “No, no, I promise it's not that. Come on, trick or treat? ”

After measuring up how much he trusts your statement, he relents, “Treat.”

“Ta-dah!” you sing, revealing a single Hershey’s Kiss in your palm.

Spencer's eyes light up.

“I know it doesn't make up for everything I ate but it's an offer of peace.”

He gives you a small smile, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

As his hand extends to grab the chocolate, your brain has an impulsive thought.

You lean forward and peck his lips.

It lasts barely a second but it's enough to make your heart beat wildly against your chest.

Spencer stares at you frozen in place, a crimson color spreading all over his face.

“A kiss for a kiss,” you mumble dumbly, like saying that makes it better somehow.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You think to yourself, your feet are prepared to flee the scene when he unexpectedly grabs your wrist.

“I– I...” he stammers, his cheeks turning impossibly redder, “I wouldn't mind if you stole more of those.”

A shy smile spreads on your face. Perhaps you won't start buying your own snacks soon.

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[blackopals-world]

Mouthing Affection

Leona x Vet!FemYuu

NSFW

As part of the smut raffle. This is the prize for the winners.

Sometimes big cats can be big kittens and can't help but show it. Yuu has to deal with a spoiled lion doing everything he can to distract her from her job.

Cat (big cats including) will nip to show affection.

Yuu was busy. She was always busy. Today especially since Coach Vargas asked her to do a health check on all the athletic teams that had beastmen.

That meant mostly patching up cuts and bruises while making sure they took flea and lick medications. That also meant having Vil bring Epel in for a tick check after one was found in the stables.

Currently, Leona was sitting in Yuu's office getting his health screening. Yuu skimmed through her report checking for errors, she knew Leona was perfectly healthy almost ludicrously by human standards. He could benefit from daily multivitamins though.

"Okay, I'll give you a syringe of liquid multivitamins and a liquid IV." Yuu said putting down her clipboard.

"What do I get if I take it?" Leona asked raking a claw down the paper-covered exam table. His smirk taunted the doctor.

"I'll give you a treat. Something I reserve for the most ornery of patients." By which she meant all of them.

Yuu opened a jar with a cat symbol on it on her desk that contained an assortment of colorfully wrapped candies. She pulled out one and put it on the table before taking out the medicine vials.

"I'll take it after you give me the candy." He said leaning back.

"No, after." Yuu said simply without looking up.

"Before and another after." He said more stubbornly.

"No, you can't hav-wait. Where is it?" Yuu began looking through the cabinets for a missing bottle."Shit. The nurse must have taken it to her-stay put till I get back."

Yuu walked out while giving Leona a glare.

Leona just as quickly takes a handful of candies and ate a few just to spite her. He loved messing with the cute herbivore.

The candy was really good. It tasted like mint and melon. It felt warm as it melted in his mouth. His entire body began to feel warm.

Leona's vision began to get fuzzy at the edges as Yuu finally returned. She was focused on finishing her task as she grabbed another oral syringe and measured out another dose. Leona's focus zeroed in on Yuu as her hands moved.

His thoughts focused on how cute she was. His mind repeated it over and over everything he liked about her. Her hair, her eyes, her lips, her hips. All of it was cute-sexy. That sounded right.

"Leona? Hey are you okay?" Yuu asked holding out one of the oral syringes for him to take.

Leona was still aware enough to keep calm but couldn't speak. His tongue felt thick and heavy.

"Leona." Yuu glared "Are you seriously going to make me give it to you myself. Your just as bad as Ruggie."

Leona felt a twinge of irritation at the mention of the hyena. She was supposed to be taking care of him, no other men mattered. He grabbed Yuu's hand and pressed the end of the syringe to his lips.

Yuu sighed as she relented.

"It's not going to taste good but I promise I'll reward you," Yuu said slowly pressing down the plunger.

Leona's nose wrinkled as the medicine filled his mouth. He almost pulled away until Yuu placed a hand on his head. She weaved her hand through his hair and stroked his ears.

The fuzzy feeling returned as he felt a melting warmth in his chest.

"Good boy." She said scratching Leona's ear and pulling way. "Wow, your eyes look dilated. Let me get my ophthalmoscope."

Leona growled at the loss of warmth and pulled Yuu back as she turned around.

"Leona?!" Yuu yelped, her back pressed against the lion's chest.

Leona didn't respond as he pressed his face against Yuu's neck. Her skin was soft, warm and smelled so good. He nipped at her skin affectionately and she tasted so good. He wanted more.

Yuu gasped as Leona licked a long stripe up her neck. He got aggregated when his tongue touched fabric and growled as he began pulling the lab coat off.

"W-wait stop! What's gotten into you?" Yuu wrenched herself from the lion's grasp.

Finally, she noticed the candy wrappers littering the floor. She had bought these from Sam with the assurance that they were full of catnip and would make any ornery cat affectionate. It also had a warning about eating too many. From the wrappers, Yuu guessed that Leona took a bunch to spite her. Typical.

Yuu should have known.

Quickly the doctor examined Leona. His eyes were heavily dilated with more black showing than his usual emerald green. His tail swung back and forth. His claws looked bigger than usual too. They were digging into the padded table like earlier but now they seemed to get sharper.

What was worrying Yuu the most was the look in his eyes. A look that any cat owner knows very well that translated to "I'm being a huge dumbass"

Yuu needed to get Leona somewhere safe before anyone finds out he was drugged. She wasn't explaining to Vargas why his star player is high as a kite. That meant taking Leona back to Ramshackle.

Yuu dropped the clingy lion on her bed and huffed in irritation. It took longer then necessary to get to the dorm.

Yuu had to bribe Ruggie with a jar of her handmade biscuits. He's either eaten all of them or is reselling them to the rest of Savanaclaw. Jokes on him those biscuits ate full of "calming" herbs that are completely legal. Unlike the ones she got from Sam which she has no idea if they are.

The joke might be on her. There might be an epidemic of catatonic beastmen.

Yuu chooses to blame Leona for this.

Leona on the other hand looked very pleased with himself as he lazily rolled on Yuu's bed and rubs his face on Yuu's pillows and getting his scent all over it.

Yuu grabs the pillow to stop him. Leona grabs her wrist and presses his cheek against her palm. The lion made a pleased rumble and encouraged Yuu to touch him more.

"You are lucky you're being cute. Cute doesn't even suit someone like you. I should be angry that you are making me do this." Yuu faked annoyance.

Leona must have known as he grinned wolfishly.

"Get over here." He pulled Yuu down with him.

Yuu yelped as Leona's arms wrapped around her. His face once again buried against her neck. His brown locks tickled her skin and his rough tongue lapped at her collar.

He let out brief heavy sighs that Yuu recognized as chuffing. Leona was very excited.

Leona's mind as fuzzy as everything felt could feel Yuu. Her scent surrounded him, forming a warm blanket around him. Her soft skin was like a pillow and all he wanted to do was sink into her. He wanted her, all of her. By his side.

Yuu knew she should protest. She should stop him. Leona was stronger than her but he'd listen if she demanded it. But he was happy and relaxed right now. She could just wait it out.

So she did or she tried to.

The pair cuddled as they napped. Yuu's hands mindlessly stroked Leona's head. She felt the rumbles that vibrated in his chest. Leona had moved to rest his head on Yuu's chest as his hand pushed under the hem of her shirt to touch more of the dewy skin he craved.

The haze in his made had cleared mostly before turning into something stronger and much worse. An insatiable need but at least he had his mind back.

The moment he realized he had begun to unconsciously attempt to remove Yuu's shirt he pulled out of her arms.

"Fuck!" He growled. It was one thing after another. It was like her body and mind were at war.

Yuu jolted awake before shifting to stare at Leona. She was glad he was back to normal at least. With all their past bickering she should expect he didn't want to remain with her but it still hurt. They weren't bitter enemies or anything, he didn't need to push her way like that.

"You didn't need to be so rough. It's your fault we're here anyways. You should listen when I told you not to eat more than one." Yuu scolded.

Leona pushed his palm against his forehead to ease his stress. His lips curled revealing his sharp canines.

"Stop talking." He growled again.

Yuu was getting agitated too but her instincts told her that Leona wasn't feeling well. Probably recovering from the drug.

"Leona, it's okay. Calm down and let me-" Yuu touched his shoulder intending to check his symptoms. Suddenly she was pinned down with her wrists held captive in Leona's hands.

Leona hovered over her his eyes narrowed into slits and his lips pulled back in a predatory snarl.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" He growled before just as quickly he pulled away like she was burning him "If you know what's good for you you'd stay away."

Yuu was incredulous. One second he's all over her now he can't stand her. Hot and cold.

"You don't get to tell me shit. I'm your doctor if I want to check on you that's my job and I will do it." Yuu glared but the heat of her stare disappeared as she was the pained furrow of Leona's brow.

Despite what anyone thinks she wasn't dense, at least not when it pertained to beasts. They were the only thing she really understood.

When they were in pain it was hard to tell because in the wild looking weak meant death as you'd be the first to be picked off. So animals hide their pain and only an experienced owner/vet could tell when something was off. Likewise, Yuu knew Leona was unwell and it was her job to fix it.

"Leona," She began.

"Stop talking...please." He said through gritted teeth.

"Why?" She asked quieter.

Leona huffed in agitation.

"You're voice. Is sounds so good right now. And whatever was in that fucking candy is going to make me lose it."

"Lose what?"

Just as she said this she caught a glimpse of what Leona was talking about. A firm outline was very visible.

"Yuu," He didn't call her herbivore "You need to leave immediately. For your own sake."

"What about yours?"

"The fuck is wrong with you. I just said you'd be put in danger."

"It's my fault, isn't it? I should help you."

"Can you help with this?" Leona gestured to the prominent shape in his pants.

Yuu didn't make eye contact.

The practical remedy for these things was to let them run their course and in the case of animals like ferrets find them a partner or else they will die of heat. The natural cure as it was. He'll she had to help tend to stallions and bucks during the breeding season when a request for quality DNA for a foal came in. It was just as gross as your imagining. So this was nothing.

I'd didn't make it any less embarrassing. Because Leona was notably a person, a good-looking one at that, and not a noisy smelly beast that is way too pleased with himself while a group of handlers gets him off.

"I don't mind. I can help. I do have some responsibility for this." Yuu mumbled the last part.

"How?" Leona demanded his tail flicked.

Yuu could have suggested her hands or maybe her mouth if she knew what she was doing but she had to say-

"You could use my thighs. They aren't really small." Yuu squeaked thinking about how weird that sounded. I mean who thinks of thighs first.

Leona.

Leona did.

He really liked Yuu's thighs.

With all the consent he needed Leina wordlessly pulled at the vet's pants but was stopped at the underwear. Yuu hesitated before pulling off her undergarments she felt underprepared. He shirt and bra went as well. She felt exposed but she wasn't a coward.

"Let me get some oil," Yuu said blushing as she turned to grab the body oil she used on the nightstand. As she sat up and crawled to the other side she felt hands wrap around her hips and was dragged right back under Leona.

Leona grabbed the bottle roughly before pouring it on Yuu's lap.

Despite his condition, Leona was as gentle as he could manage as he rubbed the oil on her body. Yuu shuttered feeling his large firm hands around her thighs and hips.

Leona quickly removed his clothes and at least now they were in a similar state of undress. Now Yuu didn't feel as exposed as she got an eyeful of Leona.

Despite his sedentary lifestyle, she was unsurprisingly built. Yuu was just as much a fan of muscles as Leona was of thighs.

Now Yuu could see just how big this kitty was and oh boy. He was big. 7 glorious inches and thick. Actually it was a bit knobby? Oh God, it had barbs. Okay not barbs like his animal counterpart, his was softer. It was similar to one of those bad dragon toys. Not that Yuu knew anything about that, that would be weird.

Don't look under her bed.

Leona could smell her arousal and knew she liked what she saw. The desperate desire that flooded her brain eased up a bit at the recognition.

Yuu could feel the smug aura breaking through and spoke up.

"Don't expect to fuck me without a kiss first." She smirked.

Leona made a pleased growl as their lips met in what would be the first of many kisses. He was eager to turn those soft pink lips red and swollen. He imagined them wrapped around his cock plenty of times, mostly during their arguments.

But now those lips were his as he nipped and bruised them as he liked.

Yuu pulled away as she gasped for air before being pulled back as Leona hungrily demanded more.

He pushed his cock between her soft oiled thighs and began to fuck them. Yuu's words of shock were muffled as Leona's tongue distracted her.

She felted into him as every thrust teased her clit as Leona just barely grazed it.

"I wonder if it's tighter inside." He murmured as he moved to Yuu's already bruised neck from earlier. He was turned on by the obvious claim.

He slowly lapped at her chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling roughly before letting go. Yuu let out a shaky gasp as Leona played with her breasts. All the while thrusting against her but not enough to satisfy.

Yuu's excitement waned. It wasn't enough. No more teasing. She wanted him. Now.

Like a demanding lioness, she shoved Leona back. Leona frowned a bit insulted.

"Fuck me. Properly. Now." Yuu demanded.

Now this was something Leona was familiar with. In his homeland, it was always women who demanded sex from their male partners and they were never shy about what they wanted. Something he found annoying when it came to non-beastwomen who played too many games or acted shy instead of saying what they wanted.

It was like an itch that was finally being scratched as he lined up between Yuu's legs. Her gaze was fierce and expecting and all the more exciting. Gods he loved this woman, who else gives as good as they get.

One thing Leona had not realized by this point was that the drug had worn off. It had only two effects the initial intoxication phase and the detoxification phase which he had gotten through with Yuu serving as a distraction to ease the pain. Like a hangover but horny.

Leona slowly pushed into Yuu's entrance and fuck it felt good. Tight, hot, and felt like velvet. If it wasn't for the copious amount of oil he doubted he'd fit this easily. Leona stroked Yuu thighs as they wrapped around his hips.

"Good girl." He praised turning her favorite phrase she used on her patients on her.

Yuu shifted and whimpered. White hot pleasure buzzed through her core. She wanted Leona to do it again.

Leona rocked his hips against her. Yuu didn't get time to catch her breath as Leona began to fuck her. She was right about the barbs. They felt amazing as they stimulated her insides.

"Fuck! Mmnn!" Yuu moaned "Yes! Harder!"

Leona eagerly speed-up making sure each thrust was deep. Watching Yuu fall apart.

"You love this don't you?" Leona asked pulling her against his chest.

Yuu wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Please don't stop." She begged.

Leona rubbed her clit and watched as she cried out. He buried his cock deep inside her as she came. Her back arched as she felt everything at once.

"Leona!" He cried out her voice trembled along with a chorus of whimpers and moans.

But Leona still was satisfied as he fucked her through her orgasm. He adored the expression she made while she was fucked dumb. Her moans sounded less like words and more like whines of a beast in heat. The only appropriate sound for a time like this.

"You love being claimed don't you? Do you want to be mine that badly?" He asked biting her shoulder.

"Yours? Im yours? " Yuu yelped in reply.

Leona's tail twitched in satisfaction as he fucked her with renewed vigor. That was all he needed to hear. Even after he finished he couldn't stop himself before he continued to pound her into the sheets. She was his. All his. Only his. Even when she was sore and crying out for him nothing could change that now.

Yuu was sore and tired and annoyed. She was cuddling Leona again with e weird sense of Deja Vu. Leona was in a much better mood for once.

The sex was amazing of course but she was still annoyed. Yuu tugged on one of Leona's ears to get his attention.

"Just so you know I'm not yours. Your mine got it." Yuu said firmly.

"You said it first." He argued back not leaving her embrace.

The two still found the energy to argue again but this time ina more affectionate manor.

Meanwhile, Ruggie had learned about the effects of canine CBD snacks.

"I can taste colors."

Ruggie was currently on the floor staring at the ceiling but in his mind, he was traveling across time and space.

Ruggie: This edible ain't sh-

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[gejo333]

Midnight Cravings

Miguel O’Hara x Pregnant Reader

Summary: Your craving for sweets is crazy during your pregnancy. But Miguel being the caring father and husband he is only allows you to eat healthy.

Needed one more day for Chapter Two of “El Destino.” To apologize here is a sweet and funny one-shot.

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You leaned on the kitchen counter happily enjoying the day as you pop another piece of chocolate candy into your mouth. Being only in your first semester, you were slightly surprised by how big your bump has gotten. A chuckle escaped your throat by the thought of being surprised when your husband was a giant himself. At least compared to you.

Before you could pop another sweet candy in your mouth, the bag was snatched away from you.

“Heyy! Give that back!” Your lips quiver, tears threaten to come out as you stare up at your husband.

“No cariño. These chocolates aren’t healthy for you and the baby. If you’re hungry I made you some healthy snacks to munch on.” With his other hand he opened the fridge and grabbed a container putting it in front of you.

“But Miggy.” You whined as you kept up the sad act. Miguel dumped the candy into the trash. He walked to you and pulled you into a loving embrace. He took your chin and lifted it towards him as he leaned down to give you a sweet kiss.

“I hate seeing you this way. But it’s best to eat healthy so you and our baby get all the right nutrients.”

“I know. But the craving for sweets can be so strong sometimes and I can’t help myself. It annoys me that you won’t let me indulge. But I know your looking out for me and the baby and I love you for that. I’ll try to be better.” You go on your toes to give him another kiss, which he gladly accepts.

“Thank you for understanding, mi amor. I have to go to HQ for a bit. But please call me on the watch if you need anything. I’ll be right over. See you in a bit.” He kissed you again before fiddling with his watch to open a portal. He turns around to look at you one more time before going into the portal.

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During the rest of the day, now hitting nighttime you busied yourself with some tv, laundry, and yoga. You tried to eat some of the snacks, but every time you took a bite of fruit or vegetable your tastebuds begged something sweet to grace your tongue.

Sadly the only candy you had was taken from you by your husband. You grumbled to yourself about your husband. You loved him to the moon and back, but it wasn’t fair that he wouldn’t let you indulge your cravings.

It was starting to get late as a yawn escaped from you. Miguel wouldn’t be back for a few more hours. Since the beginning of your pregnancy, Miguel doesn’t go into work until noon to either get chores done or spend a late morning with you.

You got ready for bed and got yourself comfortable in between the covers. As soon as your head hits the pillow your mind drifts off into dreamland.

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You woke up to a semi-silent room. Only the soft snores of your husband filling the room. You turn to see the clock on the side of your bed. It was half past 1. Turning to the other side, you smile at the peaceful state your husband was in. Your heart filled with joy when he was able to get a good nights rest.

A small groan left your lips as the sudden craving for something sweet rushed over you. You gently moved your husband’s arm from around you and replaced it with a pillow, hoping he wouldn’t wake up and notice your absence.

After a careful scare of him slightly moving, worried he woke up you tip toed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You went towards the freezer as you remembered there was a tub of mint chip ice cream.

You grabbed a spoon and take a huge scoop, quickly putting it into your mouth. The contrast of the cold treat in your warm mouth was comforting. A moan escaped from your lips from how delicious this ice cream was. So distracted by munching on your treat you didn’t notice the figure standing behind you.

Your body jumped slightly when you felt arms wrap around your waist. You internally groan as your husband had woken up. God damn him for being a light sleeper.

“Amor, what are you doing in the kitchen so late?”

“Eating ice cream.” Your worlds muffled by the spoon in your mouth. You felt his head rest on your shoulder as he left a few kisses on your neck. You felt him sigh.

“Your not going to stop are you?”

“Nope!” Another muffled reply from you. You stopped stuffing your face and slightly turn your head to look at him. You place your hand on his cheek.

“But I promise to still eat healthy and minimize my cravings.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” Miguel kissed you on the lips. “Mint chip. My favorite.” He hummed in between kisses, which made you chuckle.

“Mine too.” You added placing one last kiss on his lips.

“Cariño, who is giving you these sweets?” He asked. You internally groan as you wouldn’t be able to lie to him.

“Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr.” You say quietly hoping he doesn’t hear, but the ‘I’m going to murder those three,’ smile appears on his face. You chuckle at his reaction to your response. You just hoped those kids would see the next day after Miguel was done with them.

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Hope you enjoyed! 💕

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[tojigasm]

Roots

Authors note: love this one very much and have fallen in love with truckdriver!toji, all thanks to @tojipie <33 I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ nsfw, smut, creampie, pet names, smoking, toji vapes, angst, fluff

"And that's how i'm gonna go about–" he pauses to ruffle his hair before meeting your eyes in a warm smile. "You're so pretty," he strokes his thumb over your chin softly.

Smiling, you pull his E-cig out of his lap.

"Why, thankyou." You simmer, hiding the piece between your thighs.

"Hey," Toji laughs, reaching to grab the e-cig back into his lap.

"Lemme finish this one, m'kay?" He sucks his teeth before his plush lips pull back into a sheepish smile.

You deadpan, "I'm not amused." You grab the vape and fall back into the couch. "Besides," you lick a stripe up your lollipop, "thought you wanted to quit."

Silver eyes drop to your thighs, tracing your hiked up shorts that've risen up some, revealing the pink lace of your panties.

"I did." He answers blankly, eyes still trained to your soft legs.

"Excuse me?"

"Do," he corrects himself and quickly looks up to meet your eyes, "I do."

You both watch one another for a moment, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing.

Clicking your cheek, you nod, "m'kay," you shrug lightly, plush lips kissing the sticky candy.

"Fuck do you mean 'm'kay'?" Toji takes a puff of the e-cig and a cloud of mint pillows from his lips, "c'mon, kid. Don't be a hard ass." He groans, dropping his head to the back of the couch.

Rolling your eyes, you crawl over to plop yourself into his lap, thighs on either side of his own.

Soft fingers thread and pull at the thick tufts of raven at the base of his neck, twirling the thick strands of hair around your digits as he shifts beneath you.

The hot bulge of his cock is thick and runs along the button of your clit through your panties and shorts.

Toji inhales sharply, a sift hiss falling from his lips as both hands run up either one of your thighs to cup the flesh of your ass.

"Gotta get back on the road again soon," he sighs, tilting your hand to lick a stripe up your lollipop before dropping his hand down to your hip.

You understand. Life is not something Toji finds easily. You've never known him to grow roots or to seed himself deep into one place and make memories before moving on. He's been this way.

"Gonna take me with you this time?" There's a light hope to your voice, optimistic though you already know the answer will be a definite 'no.'

Toji takes another hit, blowing the smoke to the side of you.

Whisky streams of cloud trickle through his hair before thinning out into the air.

The window is open, and a soft light speckles the tile floor. Trickling in past the tree that sits right next to the outside wall of the living room. The tree that you've asked toji to cut many a time. The tree you climb to watch his truck round the curve of your street. The tree whose roots have reached out of the ground, thick and covered in moss. The tree whose leaves grow and die and never trim. The tree Toji refuses to cut down.

"Kid," Toji's voice breaks you out of your trance.

You hum.

He doesn't say anything, eyeing you some before continuing.

"I just," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "you know how i feel about you out on the road. Can't keep an eye on you sometimes, y'know? Just don't like it."

Shifting your hips some, you nod solemnly, taking the cherry sucker into your mouth again.

"Hey," Toji tilts your chin, pulling the loli from your lips with a sharp 'pop' before taking it into his own mouth. "M'not punishing you," he drops the sucker onto the coffee table.

"Hey," he calls gently, "look at me."

Fresh tears threaten to dress your lashes and slip over your soft cheeks. You nod hesitantly.

Toji notices the tears. Even if he hadn't, He knows you well enough.

He clicks his tongue and sighs before shuffling down the couch by his hips some taking you to his chest.

"Honey," he strokes a hand up your back, and you whimper, "just want ya' to be okay. Okay?"

You nod against his shoulder, whispering a soft 'okay' before he's cupping both of your cheeks and bringing you into a soft kiss.

The bulk of his thighs spread beneath you and forces your cunt to rub against the bulge of his cock.

Hissing, Toji's hands work fast to help push your shorts off and out of the way to pull your panties to the side.

Rough fingers circle your clit softly and massage up and down your slicked folds. His digits press and run along your velvet walls, curling and circling as you mewl.

"Let me take care of you."

—

You hang to him in a sopping mess, arms chilled and tears bubbling over your cheeks as he fills you, stretching you open.

"Fuck," you sob, whining when Toji's hands knead into the plush of your ass. "You're so big," you gasp and Toji groans, "feel so full, oh my god."

Toji fucking moans — hips rutting up at your sobs before he's grouping you in his arms to flip the two of you over.

You lie on your back as he mounts you. Thick and built thighs on either side of your plush ones and heavy balls pressed up against you soaked folds.

You shiver at the angle, girthy length pulling up and down against your gummy walls.

The angle deepens the heat of your orgasm as it ripples through you. Soft legs tremble, and your breath catches in your throat in a shrieked whine.

"There you go," toji preens, kissing your forehead as he continues to thrust deeper into you. A vulgar 'pap, pap, pap' echoes throughout the room.

"God," he groans into your shoulder, biceps pulsing and black tufts of hair stuck to his cheeks and temples.

"Feels so good, daddy!" You sob, arms tremble around his neck, they slip to hold at his thick arms. "Can't—" You cry as pressure builds in your heat.

"Yes, you can." Toji nods, hips grinding into you and balls heavy against your cunt. "C'mon, kid." He pumps into you a couple more times, bulky thighs trembling against your soft ones.

"Shit, m'gonna cum," he warns before he's filling you with a guttural groan, "oh fuck, shit, shit." He hisses, pumping himself deeper into your heat.

The two of you rest for a moment before he's pulling himself from your cunt to fall onto the couch beside you, gathering you in his lap as he does so.

You pant into the soft of his chest, shivering at his warmth.

"Know I'll be back soon," he mumbles through heavied pants. "Sooner than you can say dash."

"Dash," you mumble tearfully, curling into yourself.

Toji pinches your side, sighing when you shy away from him.

Toji's set to leave early in the morning. You know the house will smell of coffee and toast, and you'll find imprints of his work boots over the carpet you vacuumed only a few days ago and he'll leave a wad of cash for you on the counter — he's never explained that part. You often find yourself curating ideas of what his intent may be; guilt, just a gift, maybe just a 'thank you.' Each one doesn't align with him.

"C'mon, let's get some food in ya'." Toji strokes a hand down your back, gently bringing you back to your wet cheeks and shakey limbs.

You nod, sitting up to let him pull up his boxers before making his way to the kitchen.

Sounds from stove and sink fill the room. You can't find yourself to leave the couch, eyes stuck on that willowing tree, and it's leafs and its roots that break away the soft mossy ground and crawl, dragging themselves while all at the same time forgetting what they're attached to.

"C'mere, hon." Toji calls to you.

You take a moment.

"M'coming."

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[norrisleclercf1]

A pamper night with Lando or Oscar, where they basically let you do their skincare, watch a movie together, maybe paint his nails and just a lot of fluff <33

A/N: All this fluff I've writing today is going to rot your teeths and that's what I'm planning

"No, I want the oranges." Lando whines, head in your lap as you look through your large container of face masks. "Oscar already called dibs on the oranges, Lando." Your boyfriend huffs as the other one sits next to you smirking.

"Gotta be quicker, mate." Oscar raises his glass of wine, as bunny ear headband pushing his hair back. "Ugh, but I wanted the oranges, they make my skin glow." Lando flips his curls making Oscar snort. "Too bad, you got them last time, I get it this time." "Boys, stop fighting." You weren't holding any annoyance with your tone more so amusement.

"Do you have anything that smells good?" Lando sighs, closing his eyes letting you use the odd roller on his skin. "You're rather fussy with your skin care." Oscar mummers, moving to sit behind you laying his head on your shoulder. "And? I'm the best looking on the grid, need to keep up my reputation." Lando jokes.

"I have mint or lavender." You mumble pulling out the two face masks. "Mint." Oscar places a soft kiss to your shoulder, grabbing the remote he starts to look through the movies. "That's a good one, mint it is." Lando smiles, eyes still closed as you start to lay the face mask on him.

"Lando, stop moving your face." Every time the wet fabric touches him he twitches which causes a large cress making it hard to lay it. "Sorry, it tickles." He smiles, Oscar picking 10 Things I Hate About You. "Great movie," Oscar smiles at your praise picking through your facial masks.

Finally lying the mask on, Lando sits up. Oscar snorts seeing the bear hairband which has Oscar pull him back placing a soft kiss on his ear before going to pop some popcorn. "Am I sexy?" Lando teases, laughing you wiggle around as he tickles you. "Yes, stop." You laugh as Lando puckers his lips placing a wet kiss on your lips.

"Aussie, come here so I can put your face mask on!" Lando yells, sitting crisscross applesauce patting his lap. Sighing you watch the gorgeous Heath Ledger lighting his cigarette on the Bunsen burner. Oscar comes in, holding your favorite candies and 3 large bowls of popcorn.

Without a second thought, Oscar lays his head on Lando's lap as you move closer to your boys. "This is far better than partying tonight." You mumble, the boys hum in agreement. "Best night ever." Oscar sighs, Lando rubbing lotion over his boyfriends face. "And Heath Ledger," You and Oscar sigh making Lando glare.

"I'll never win," Making you two erupt with laughter.

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[milunalupin]

— mint to be

remus lupin x reader ★ 1k words

The little bell above the door jingled as the last customer left the bookstore. Remus let out a deep sigh as he looked around at all the picking up and re-sorting he had to do. He went to reach for one of the mint candies by the register he offered to customers, but his hand stopped and brows furrowed as he noticed a few of the candies were missing their wrappers. He picked the bare candies out and tossed them in the bin under the counter before grabbing a new one and popping it in his mouth while he went to get the book cart.

Remus had started working at the bookstore just over a year ago, Mr. Brown being the only shopkeeper in Hogsmeade kind enough to offer him a job with a livable wage. He had always been an avid reader and lover of all literature so it was a match made in heaven. The bookstore was in a quieter corner of the Hogsmeade, standing right across from the town's magical creature research center and rescue. Nothing exciting happened on this side of the village, until he met you.

"Have you got any plans tonight, Remus?"

"No, why do you ask, Sir?"

"Saw your little bird working today, assumed you'd see her once you were done closing up."

Remus' sweater suddenly felt a little too warm, his fingers reaching up to pull at the neckline, as Mr. Brown smirked at him from across the shop. "N-no sir, I'm not."

"You should think about doing that instead of ogling at her all day, eh?" the shopkeeper shook his head and tutted quietly to himself, waving goodbye for the night, leaving his embarrassed employee alone in the bookstore.

Remus was never the most talkative person in the first place, but the moment you walked into Brown's Bookshop, he had suddenly forgotten every word he'd ever read. You had introduced yourself as Mr. Scamander's new apprentice, babbling on about your love for magical creatures, to which Remus could only smile and nod as he tried not to fall in love with you right then and there. You left the shop that day with a few books on your favorite beasts and an admirer.

Remus wishes he had met you back at Hogwarts, where he might've been lucky enough to be partnered with you in a class, or perhaps he would've been brave enough to invite you to one of the parties his friends always hosted. Now he just watches you through the shops windows like a fucking creep. It's not like he didn't want to talk to you, but how could he? Remus sighed at took one more glance out the window before leaving the shop himself, locking up and heading home with a heavy heart.

You froze as soon as you walked into work this morning, golden wrappers scattered across the floor, your eyes squinting in suspicion. You picked up the wrappers on your way to the backroom where the new Niffler rescue was, shoving them in the pocket of your cardigan.

"Hey little guy." you coed softly, picking up the small fluffy creature, and bringing him to your face. He squirmed in your hands, reaching for the corner of plastic sticking out of your pocket. "Are all these wrappers your doing?"

In a second the Niffler was out of your hands and scurrying out he door. You grabbed your wand as well as a small cage and dashed out the door, eyes scanning the cobblestone streets. "Oh you're going to be in so much trouble!"

You caught a flash of blue fur and ran ahead, apologizing to the Hogsmeade patrons you bumped into on the way. Hurrying into the shop, you failed to notice which fine establishment the little troublemaker had led you into, only realizing as reached the front desk as saw one surprised Remus Lupin.

"Hello there, can I help you with anything?" Rosy cheeks and warm eyes greeted you, his big sweater and fluffy hair making him look exceptionally huggable.

"Remus, hi! Yes, it seems that.." your eyes trailed down from the face you've been not-so-discreetly staring at every time you go to work to the wooden bowl next to the register. It was filled with gold wrapped mints with a 'Please take one!' post it note stuck to the side. You felt hot with embarrassment, making a mental note to not give the Niffler extra treats today. "That little-"

Squeak!

The two of your turned to see the blue devil standing on the book cart with his paws on the side of his head is surprise. You cast 'Accio' on the mini beast and made sure the cage was locked once he was inside.

"So he was the wrapper thief, huh." Remus chuckled, coming around to your side of the counter and bending down to look at the Niffler behind his tiny bars, sticking a finger through the gate to pet the creature.

"I'm so sorry for any disturbances and inconveniences he's caused, I owe you one, Remus." you sent him a tight lipped smile and turned to head back to work to save you from any further embarrassment.

"Actually, you would do me a huge favor favor by coming with me to the Three Broomsticks tonight." he suggested, stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Really." a surprised laugh left you, your cheeks warming up as he stepped closer to you. "Well, I suppose I could help you out there."

"After I close up I'll come grab you and we'll have a bite and a round of Butterbeers, does that sound alright with you?" his eyebrows went up in question, a shy smile adorning his flushed face.

You agreed and and basically skipped back to work, missing the way Remus fist pumped the air, taking another candy as his reward for finally asking you out.

The niffler tittered in his cage, with you laughing along with him. As you places him back in his enclosure, you could've sworn to Merlin he winked at you.

#marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader

[oftenwantedafton]

Maybe - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content

Summary - Your coworker Steve Raglan hates you.

You’ve no idea why, only certain that he does, blatantly evident in his every word and gesture.

So when you find yourself locked in the mail room with him after hours one evening, you’re not expecting much to happen. Boredom. Silence.

Certainly not his body pressed against yours. His hands on you. Wanting.

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Steve Raglan hates you.

You’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve it, precisely. The impression of that emotion had been apparent from the first moment you’d met him. There hadn’t even been a proper introduction, really. Just instructions to bring a client back to the career counselor’s office. Friendly enough towards the young man you guide through his open door, his nasally rusted voice beckoning the job hopeful further inside. The inviting smell of fresh brewed coffee permeating the interior of the room. The friendly smile on your own features wilting when you see him moving to close the door for privacy. The hard line of his mouth. His eyes dismissive. You could pass it off as your imagination except it happens again whenever you see him. The break room. The copy room. The parking lot. Wherever you happen to encounter one another. The weight of his disapproving stare makes your shoulders droop. You check your appearance in the restroom, lift an arm to make sure your deodorant is working. You even mention it to one of the other girls in the office, someone who’s worked there for a while. She shrugs. Says he’s always been polite. You try to nonchalantly inquire with a few other individuals and receive a similar response.

So, no. You have no idea why Steve Raglan hates your guts. You just know that he does. So you try to avoid him as much as possible. And that actually sort of works. You can even almost forget that the middle aged man despises you for absolutely no valid reason as the weeks pass into months.

***

It’s late.

The office officially closed an hour ago. But you’ve still got work to do. Things that you could leave for the morning, you suppose, but you dislike starting the workday behind schedule with cluttered backlog. So you don’t completely notice the lights getting dimmed, the reduced noise, the failing daylight outside the office windows. Your fingers continue to fly across the keyboard. You’ve finally finished the last of the mail correspondence. You print the page and fold it twice, sliding it inside a business size envelope and sealing it shut. The taste of the envelope makes you wince. Why can’t they make the adhesive more pleasant? Sweeter. Like a mint or hard candy. Anything would be preferable.

You switch off the monitor and tuck your chair beneath the desk. All you have left to do is put this batch of letters in the mailroom. You decide to leave your purse and jacket behind. You’ll grab them on your way out the door.

You can hear the hum of the fluorescent lights, louder than normal now that the office is devoid of the bustle of business activity. No conversations, no ringing phones, no sounds of typing or printing. Just stillness. You don’t think you’ve ever stayed here this late before. You think you might be one of the last ones left.

You’re not.

Steve Raglan is inside the mailroom. Standing beside the rows of cubbies for inter office mail. The copier behind him suddenly spitting out pages. You haven’t had to interact with him recently. You’d almost forgotten that haughty glare of his over the rims of his gold framed glasses.

“I’m just going to drop these in the outgoing box.”

The room is very small. The cubbies, the copier, a waste paper bin, a cabinet with a slot for putting materials to be shredded. That’s all. Narrow confines. The closest you’ve ever been to him. He’s wearing cologne, a pleasant fragrance that’s earthy yet almost sweet. Underlying notes of citrus. You have to press close to reach the correct box and the smell grows stronger. You should have just waited. But who knows how long he’d be there. The copy machine is still running.

In your attempt to be stealthy you trip and reach out for something to stabilize you. The edge of the open door. You manage not to fall. The door swings shut behind you and you hear a click.

A sound of disgust from the tall man. You turn and jerk on the door handle, shoving. You just want to retreat. No movement. You push harder, really wrenching on the brushed nickel fixture. Nothing. It’s sealed shut. You’re locked in.

Your bearded companion seems to realize what’s happened a heartbeat after you do. He shoves past you and tries the door handle himself. You’re pressed against the shredder bin, the uncomfortably sharp corners digging into you through your pencil skirt.

“You idiot. We’re locked in.”

“I…I’m sorry.” You don’t know what else to say.

He tries hammering on the door. His voice is louder than you’ve ever heard it. Confirming what you both already know. You’re the last two people in the office.

“Now we’re going to have to wait for the cleaning crew to come in. Which will probably be…” He glances at his wristwatch “…six hours from now, at least.”

Trapped in this confined space. You’re not strictly claustrophobic, but you think you could develop that condition rather quickly if you dwelled on the situation you’re currently trapped in for too long. Stuck in something marginally larger than a closet, with a man that loathes you.

And now he’s actually got a reason to. Nice going.

The copy machine goes silent. You move to stand across from the social worker, the most distance you can put between you. He leans against the door and folds his arms across his chest, scowling at you. The room is unpleasantly warm already. Or maybe that’s just your nerves, a little rush of adrenaline making the capillaries in your limbs have increased blood flow, your elevated metabolism generating more heat. You always get hot when you’re nervous. You feel your scalp prickle. Your palms are damp. You try to shrink back against the copier further.

You don’t know how much time passes but the awkward silence and staring contest are too much. Your lower back is burning already. You step out of your heels. Let your toes curl in the carpet. A little relief. Steve continues to glower.

You’re going to attempt to sit. It’s difficult, between the limited space and you wearing a narrow skirt. You ease down until your buttocks makes contact with the carpet. Keep your stockinged legs straight in front of you, maintaining your modesty. You fiddle with the charm bracelet on your wrist.

A sigh. The middle aged man joins you on the floor. His long legs bent. Head knocking back against the wood surface behind him with a soft thump. The hem of his pants slightly raised so you can see his socks. Dark purple, and are those little rabbits printed on them? You frown curiously. It’s so out of character for anything on this stern figure to be whimsical. Maybe they’d been a gag gift. Laundry day and nothing else to wear. You’d already checked on a previous occassion to see if he wore a wedding ring. Nothing. His forearms rest on his knees. His hands were massive.

“Can’t you find something else to stare at?”

You blink. Neither of you has spoken in awhile. “I’m not staring,” you protest defensively. “There just isn’t a lot to look at in this room.”

“Find something.”

You chew your bottom lip, your cheeks flushing. There is nothing. The walls are blank. The cubbies and shredder hardly warrant much attention. You know the logo on the reams of paper stacked on the floor by heart now. “I don’t know why you hate me so much. Aside from tonight I’ve never done anything to you.”

The man barks a short laugh. “Hate you? I have absolutely no emotion towards you at all. Nothing.”

Somehow this makes you feel much worse. Now you’re desperately looking anywhere but at the career counselor. You reach for one of the sealed stacks of copy paper, unfolding the end and sliding a blank page free. Begin folding it in random directions. Just something to keep your hands occupied. You notice Steve squirming a bit in your peripheral vision.

“I can move so you can stretch a bit,” you murmur. You fold your legs without waiting for a response, tucking them to one side. You see him hesitate, attempting to stretch but it’s impossible. His legs are too long. “You’re really tall.”

A grunt. You push yourself back into a standing position. Roll your shoulders. Bend and touch your toes. You don’t know why you’re trying to accommodate him but you see him relax. A little sigh of relief.

You kind of need to pee. You were going to hit the John before you left for work. You’re eyeing the wastebin and thinking if worse comes to worse... No. No way. You can wait six hours. Less than that, now. “What time is it?”

“Eight. Almost.”

So another four hours, then. Steve stands again and you sink back down. Your stomach growls. You’d only had a salad for lunch. You think about the steak and lo mein noodles and stir fry vegetables you had waiting for you at home. You’d been planning on curling up on the couch with a bowlful and relaxing in front of the television. Instead you’re stuck here. With him. The man who hates you.

***

Later now. The only conversation inquiries about the time until your coworker informs you you’re asking too frequently and making things worse. Requesting silence. Raglan removes his glasses at one point, folding them and tucking them into his shirt pocket. Massaging the reddened indents on the bridge of his nose.

You’re both sitting on the floor again. His legs sort of half folded, angled slightly. You attempt to stretch yours. Just a gentle easing that you misjudge, your stockinged foot sliding across the carpet, stroking against the inside of Steve’s leg.

You freeze. You hadn’t meant to touch him. You can feel his body heat through the nylon covered extremity. Your eyes meet and his hand curls over your foot, trapping you there.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Now you know how those large hands feel. Strong. Warm. Vice grip. Unrelenting.

“Are you?” His voice is different. Soft. Almost a purr of sound. His eyes different, too. Darker. Pupils dilating.

The hand abandons you. He rises, and you struggle to stand, much less gracefully. Something’s happening. You don’t know what yet. A shift in the atmosphere. The rift of tension merging into something else. One of those strong hands now closing over your forearm. Snapping over it like a manacle. Dragging you towards him.

Your back is to him now. Against him. The hand on your arm moving now to the hidden zipper on the side of your skirt. Your heart is pounding. His breath rasps loudly. You don’t think yours is much shallower. The waistband of your skirt loosens. His fingers are splayed against your sternum, the pinky and lower edge of his palm pressing along the tops of your breasts. His other hand invades the charcoal material covering your lower half. Tucks beneath the pale pink panties that match your blouse. Dips right through the damp flesh of your sex and you whimper.

Steve heaves a heavy sigh when he makes that intimate first contact. Satisfaction. Lust. His fingertips feel calloused. You wonder what career he’d held previously, the thought dashed away when he begins circling your clit, using your arousal for lubricant. You’re on fire. How is this the same man that had told you hours before he had no feelings towards you whatsoever? Had he just been frustrated? Wanting you but thinking it was improper for some reason or—

One finger dips inside your entrance, his thumb now working your clit. You should have been embarrassed by the amount of fluid you’re spilling over his probing digits but you’re not. You just don’t want him to stop touching you. Maybe it’s because you hadn’t had a boyfriend in awhile. Maybe because you hadn’t masturbated recently, usually too tired by the time you make dinner and shower and go to bed. Or maybe it’s because it was Steve Raglan specifically. The man that loathes you taking you apart with expert precision. You’ve never been intimate without kissing, without cuddling, without some foreplay. To skip straight to this…

The sound of a pair of fingers invading your body is loud. They curl inside you. You can feel his erection digging against you. The breath coming in short pants. Yours, his. A cacophony of struggling air exchange. The perfect pressure of your partially hooded nub rolled against the bone beneath. The fingers tucked inside stroking curved tissue. Your full bladder making the sensations even more intense. Your nails dig into Steve’s forearm through his dress shirt. You’re on the brink of orgasm. You recognize the feeling building inside of you. That trapped pressure that needs release. His fingers increasing the pace. Pressing harder. There. You cry out and his grip on your torso tightens as your climax wracks your body. You feel dizzy. Spots in front of your eyes. Christ. The best one you’ve ever had, hands down. The aftershocks are still pulsing through you in tingling little bursts of pleasure.

You begin to come down off your high, you body limp and liquid, still supported by the man behind you. His hand leaves your pussy, dragging the fabric of your skirt up. Something feverish and hard pressed against your buttocks. His cock, out of his pants. Dragging against your bare skin where the underwear doesn’t cover. Now tucked beneath the legband. Thrusting against you, constricted into that tight space, like fucking a virgin cunt. The arm still bracing your body against his shakes. A curse and a hot spill of fluid. A lot of cum, filling that pocket he’s created between your panties and your buttocks.

You eventually move apart. You can feel his semen seeping into the fabric. Adjust your skirt. You hear his fly being zipped back up.

The rough breathing subsides. Post nut clarity, isn’t that what men called it? The reality of what you’ve just allowed to happen washing over you. You let this man that’s old enough to be your father finger you to orgasm. Let him use your panties like a sex toy and dump a load against your body. And you’d liked it. Fuck. You shiver at the memory. You’re too shy to meet his gaze. Another stretch of silence.

***

A band of light beneath the door. Someone is in the office.

Steve sees your sharp gaze and turns to face the door. Banging loudly. Yelling. It takes a few moments for the custodian to unlock the door, looking very surprised to find a pair of workers trapped in the mailroom.

You make a beeline for the restroom and grab your things. Steve doesn’t say a word on your walk to the parking lot. So back to this, then. Radio silence. Whatever the hell his issue is with you. Whatever had just happened in the mailroom. A quickie. Boredom or what. Who fucking knows. You skip dinner, opting for a shower and bed.

***

The next morning you get ready for work at your usual time. Telling yourself you’re not being selective about the lingerie you’re wearing. Not choosing a flowing button front dress because it’s easier access. You’re not expecting anything to happen. You don’t want anything to happen. Do you? A throb between your legs at the memory. Okay, fuck. Yes you do. You’d barely slept. Remembering what he’d done. Gotten so worked up thinking about it you’d had to have another round just to take the edge off. Thinking about those big hands on your body. Imagining the feel of his beard abrading your thighs, those dark lustful eyes watching you as he goes down on you. What had felt like a very generously sized cock stretching you. Pumping you full of his cum. Nope. Not thinking about that in any great detail at all. Sure you weren’t. Another tingling pulse as you look at your reflection in the mirror. You really need to stop. This is the guy that hates you that you’re fantasizing about. Or is indifferent towards you, allegedly. Except you can’t reconcile that idea, the juxtaposition with your intimacy making no sense whatsoever. Maybe he just liked playing head games with people. You’re an easy target for that. Too sensitive. You cried over sappy Hallmark movies. Got sentimental on the holidays. Donated every time you saw one of those commercials pleading for funds for animals in need. A big softie. So yeah. You made for easy prey, you supposed.

You don’t even have to wait long to see him again. He’s got the first client of the morning. You have to pass the mailroom on your way to Steve’s office. You’re trying very hard not to think about what had happened in there. Trying to be professional.

Your resolve shatters the instant you see him. The way his hand looks when he reaches for the doorknob. That glare above his glasses. The slightest smirk, that brief twitch of lips so rapid you think you might have imagined it. It’s no good. He’s ruined your ability to concentrate. The paperwork piles up. It’s noon. Break time, the office closes for an hour. You have to pass by Raglan’s office to get to the break room. His door is open. You tell yourself you’re just going to check to see if he’s there, some bullshit excuse about the time his next client that’s a last minute add on is arriving at the ready. A perfectly valid reason for you to be there.

He is inside. Slouching slightly in the brown leather office chair. Thumb depressing the end of his pen, driving the nib from the barrel. Another click and it retracts. Watching you. Waiting. “I just came to tell you there’s been a last minute add on. You have someone coming in at one.”

“Shut the door.”

You hesitate, wondering if he intends for you to close it behind you when you leave. The faint smell of that morning’s coffee still lingers in the air.

A sigh. He straightens and stands and the chair creaks. He shuts the door himself. You’re still in the room. So he wanted you here. With him. Wants you. Something. You’re unsure.

He settles back behind the desk. A slight curve of fingers beckoning you. You stand beside his seated frame. Heart beating like mad. It was happening again. This time during the day. With people nearby. The blinds were open. Warm bands of sun across his desk, against your skin. “Kneel down.” You don’t even question it. Just let yourself descend. The carpet protector hard against your knees through the stockings and layer of your dress. Still waiting. Watching you. His eyes dark again, full of desire. Another little sigh of exasperation. You decide to take the initiative and rest your hands on his thighs. There’s so much of them. So much mileage to go before you reach your destination. You jerk on his belt and the metal releases from the leather. Button unfastened. Zipper peeled down. No reaction from Steve. You debate whether to use the flap of his boxer briefs or just shove the waistband down. Opt for the latter. He’s even bigger than you’d suspected. Long. Thick. Cut. Fat head dripping precum. Fuck. Your cunt is already responding. Pink nails against his dark pink skin as your hand curls around. Leaning forward, tongue swiping along the opening. A sharp inhale. A response at last. A faint musk. Soap tinged. Masculine. Clean. You take him further in.

A mouthful already and you’ve barely begun. You feel his body shifting positions, slouching a bit more, getting comfortable. Your stretched lips slide over him. In and out. Just shallow attempts for now. Getting accustomed to Raglan’s cock in your mouth. God that’s a sentence you’d never thought you’d utter. Think. Whatever.

The phone rings and the head slips from your mouth. Another sigh. “Don’t stop.” He leans a bit and lifts the phone off the cradle. Yellowing plastic thing that had maybe been light gray once like the computer monitor and mouse and keyboard. Very out of date. You have newer ones at the front end. You wonder why he hasn’t requested upgraded models.

“Steve Raglan, may I help you?” So polite. His timbre much lighter. Friendly. Jovial, even. He clears his throat. Fingers of his free hand patting his thigh to remind you to continue. You’re not expecting those fingers to knot in your hair and hold you in place. Your nostrils flare in protest at the limited air as his hips move, pistoning his cock into your maw until he’s touching your throat. You’re gagging, coughing. Feel saliva thickly pooling. He keeps you there. His voice above you so light and airy, so different from what’s happening beneath his desk. “We offer a variety of services. Yes, we’re used to working with candidates with less than ideal backgrounds. The success rate of our job placements…” You lose track of the conversation. He finally jerks your head back and you gasp for air. Your lips are tingling. So is your pussy. Fuck if he doesn’t have you wound up. Wetter than the cock you’ve just slicked up with your spit. Your throat is burning already.

“I’d be more than happy to take a look at the applicant’s job history. Our fax number…” You’re shoved onto his dick again mercilessly. Your nails dig into his thighs. “Sure, I’ll hold.” The fingers in your hair tightening. The chair creaking loudly in protest when he shoves himself back inside. You’re a little better prepared this time. Manage to work up and down his length without much guidance. Concentrate on resisting your gag reflex. Keeping your jaw loose, your lips tight. His fingers curl over the bottom of the phone, blocking the speaker. “You’re going to swallow every drop.” Your eyes widen and you attempt to nod your understanding. Rather difficult considering the position you’re currently in. The little smirk is back, lingering this time. “Hi, yes, I’m still here. Yes, it’s coming through right now. Another question? I’d be happy to help if I can.” You recognize the irritation underlying the false accommodation. He doesn’t really want to help. You hear the fax machine behind Steve’s chair. Dial tone and connection made and pages printed before a longer beep to announce it’s finished. Your head continues to work on as much of the career counselor’s prick as you can manage. Edging a bit more of the shaft inside. Testing the absolute limit. A momentary panicked gurgle before he eases up again. Another loud gasp. There’s no way the man or woman on the other end of the line isn’t hearing this. Steve’s breathing has gotten louder. His voice a lot coarser and lower pitched. “Yes, that’s right. Pleasure to assist. We’ll be in touch.” The phone slams down and he fucks deeply into your throat. Repeats. Again and again, hammering away until he withdraws and you suck in air. You can feel the saliva coating your face, smearing your cheeks and chin. You think your mascara might be running. The lip gloss you’d had on has certainly been chafed right off by now. “Look at me.” Your eyes lift. It’s exactly what he needs to send him over the edge. Your helpless captive mouth and throat around his cock. His taste filling those places. Bitter. Thin. Another great quantity, like the previous evening. The softest little moan of sound, stifled behind the fist he presses against his mouth. Something about that excites you to no end. The fact that you’d made him feel so much pleasure he’d had to stop himself from making too much noise.

You lean back on your heels. He’s still staring. You wipe at the spit coating your face.

“Panties off. Sit on my desk.” It never occurs to you to refuse. Rational thought beyond you. Just that one solid wood door between you and discovery. Maybe that was part of the enjoyment for him. A touch of exhibitionism. Like how he’d had you blow him while he was on the phone just now.

You grab handfuls of the material draped around your hips and tuck your fingers into your panties. Step out of them, leaving them on the floor at your feet. You still have your heels on. Your bare ass settles on the ink blotter, your dress bunched around your midsection.

His fingers hook underneath the edge of the desk and he drags his seated form closer to you, the wheels of the chair grinding along plastic. Those calloused fingers stroke your thighs. Another pair of thigh high stockings today, these ones a soft navy to coordinate with your dress. He strokes along the lace trim. Shoves at the draped fabric still concealing your sex. Another of your fantasies from late last night about to come true.

You’d suspected Steve was going to be a master at eating pussy and God were you right in that assumption. The tip of his tongue—this longer than average as well, it seems every feature of the man’s body ran to the extreme—curling and flicking across your clit. A needy whine escapes you. That muscular organ now dividing the petals of your pussy, driving into your entrance. A muffled moan at your taste. Your head rocks back. The mouth of your entrance waters in response to his jabbing tongue. He’s barely begun and you’re already about to explode. His nose digs into your mound as he slurps the sensitive pink flesh into his mouth. His beard not rough against your skin as you’d expected. Much silkier. Soft. Your bundle of nerve endings being sucked. Stroked. Teased. He brings you close then backs away. Each time the impending orgasm feels more intense. Even just his breath against your damp cunt is enough to stimulate you. You let your fingers sift through his graying hair. The glasses have been tossed aside. His hands are curled around your thighs. He continues to languidly sup at the place between them. Your lunch break must be nearly over now. A combination now of tongue flicks and sucking centered directly on your clit. This time he doesn’t hold back. You bite your lip hard, keening when your release finally washes over you. Someone has surely heard. You try to stifle the next moan of pleasure. He is unrelenting, persisting even when your trembling thighs attempt to close and you push at his head. Somehow your body survives the onslaught and the fire is kindled again. He’s going to make you cum again.

A second climax wracks through you. Steve finally moves away. His bearded face is damp from your juices. You let your legs drop over the edge of the desk, hands bracing yourself to remain sitting. You feel absolutely wrung out. And it’s amazing.

There’s that awkward silence again as you both recover. Adjusting clothing. Subtly removing body fluids from obvious places. At least there’s a restroom right across the hall. Your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. One hour exactly. Raglan remains silent. You don’t know what to say. You end up leaving his office, more conflicted than ever.

The afternoon passes. A few clients directed Steve’s way. Everything strictly professional between you. You’ve got to work double time to make up for your distracted performance earlier that day. The display on your computer monitor confirms what you already know. You’re late again.

This time you’re going to use the restroom before you leave work. Just in case. You never know what could happen. You pass the mailroom. It’s empty, the door open. Steve’s office door is shut. You don’t recall seeing him leave but you hadn’t exactly been watching the entrance the entire time.

You finish in the bathroom and head back down the hall. Car keys successfully withdrawn from purse, the strap of which now sits on your shoulder. Cardigan on. You turn to leave.

He’s there. Leaning against the open doorway that leads to the reception area. Those dark eyes watching you. You feel the strap of your handbag already sliding down.

“What happened to being indifferent?” You’re surprised when the words leave your mouth. Maybe he’d just expected you to keep going along with his sexual whims. Playing whatever game this was.

“Maybe that was a poor choice of words.” He pushes off of the molding covered frame, walking towards you. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”

You stand your ground. One of his big hands now rests on your cheek, rough thumb drawing an invisible line under your bottom lip. “Maybe…”

He doesn’t finish the thought with words, his face lowering to yours.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan smut #william afton smut #dividers credit @saradika-graphics

[donelywell]

SPAGONIA October 2

> Tornado Defense Act 1 

(Use the joystick to move the Tornado-1 to targeted spots on the Egg Cauldron where Tails is automatically firing, meanwhile use the Square or Circle button [ps3 version] to have Knuckles and Sonic knock away Missiles.)

As the trio fly overhead towards Spagonia, they’re suddenly ambushed by Eggman on his Egg Cauldron.

Once they reach Spagonia, they bolt over to the university. Tails opens the door to the Professor's room, and pauses at the scattered paper and books all across the floor. With a human male hiding behind a tipped over table. He pokes his head out and sighs of relief seeing Tails, the human turns out to be the Professor’s Assistant. 

The Assistant explains that the Professor has been kidnapped by Eggman a few days before the Earthquake. Sonic and Knuckles look pissed, while Tails and Chip are concerned. Tails is worried for the Professor’s safety (and wasting time getting to Spagonia just to find out he’s been kidnapped), while Chip is terrified that he’s starving to death. Tails reassures Chip that even Eggman isn’t cruel enough to not feed his prisoners.

The Assistant says that they can stay in a dorm room at the University for the night so they can fly out to save the Professor tomorrow morning, but Sonic (finally out of his raging ramble about Eggman) sighs and predicts that Eggman is about to move the Professor somewhere else. He ambushed them getting here, so he’s gotta know that they’re looking for him now. If they don’t find him by the end of tonight, they might never get him.

The 4 head outside of the University to ask the civilians if they might know where Eggman took the Professor. Sonic got distracted when he came across a candy shop, deciding to restock Tails’ constantly dwindling pile of mints. He also spots some Chocolate Bars, and buys a few to see if Chip would like them.

As predicted, the little fairy loved it.

Knuckles finds intel that someone heard a radio from one of Eggman's Badniks that he was going to Mazuri. So after everyone picked up a quick sandwich for dinner, they hopped onto the Tornado-1 to fly over to Mazuri.

MAZURI October 2-3

While flying out to Mazuri, Tails attempts to apologize to Sonic for wasting time, but Sonic simply wasn’t having it. Pointing out that this is Eggman’s fault, Tails didn’t know there was something Gaia related, and he didn’t know that the Professor got kidnapped. Tails thinks to himself that he’s the smart one, he’s supposed to know everything for the team, but just agrees to not upset Sonic anymore.

They had to make a quick landing just a town over to the very obvious base Eggman has built so that Sonic can change form without the fear of him accidentally falling off the plane.

Sonic nervously waits for Knuckles’ reaction, but he just asks if Sonic’s hurt. He signs ‘no’ and they continue on their journey on foot. Knuckles does have many questions, but they have a time sensitive mission at stake and questions can be put on hold until then.

>Mazuri Night Act 1

(Basically exactly how the original game went down, but Tails and Knuckles are there to help you fight now. Knuckles is a good hitter for the base enemies and grabs their attention away from Sonic while Tails does chip damage and hits arial enemies. There is plenty of dialogue in the level.) Through the dialogue, Sonic begins to slowly warm up to the idea of the werewolf form (they're still debating on what to call it) while Tails tries to lift his mood.

Once they make it to Professor Pickles prison, he starts a long monologue about how bad Eggman makes his Cucumber Sandwiches. Knuckles comments about how bland it sounds and the two quilled brothers talk about how they’d improve the sandwich while Tails flies over to help the Professor get out, muttering to Chip that it’s an acquired taste, but he does add that he throws a little bit of mint to his sandwich whenever the Professor doesn’t look.

After the Professor is saved, Knuckles ends up having to stop him from storming up to the Mad Doctor himself to say a few words about his culinary catastrophe.

Meanwhile, Sonic gets the map from the vault, knowing that if Eggman has anything locked away that it must be important.

Now that the Professor is saved and that they’re heading back to the University, Knuckles feels that he can finally ask the questions that have been plaguing his mind. Pretty much every single question is Dungeons and Dragons related, but a few are about how strong Sonic is now. In short, it was a long flight back to Spagonia for the speedster.

SPAGONIA October 3

Finally back at the University with the Professor and Gaia Manuscripts in hand, the group head over to Professor Pickles Office to get as much information from him as possible (and enjoy some tea).

The Professor tells of a repeated legend that has been going on since the planet was born. That there is an entity in the planet's core that has caused all of the monsters to show up and the planet splitting apart.

Tails is keeping note and asking questions such as ‘How do we put the planet back together?’ and ‘Do you think this could be connected to why Sonic changes into this form every night?’ 

The Professor then tells about the mythical ‘Temples of Gaia’ which used to house the Chaos Emeralds thousands of years ago. He points at a part of the scripture and says that it tells of a being that traveled to each Temple and restored the planet's pieces.

He claims that he has managed to translate and spot one of the Gaia locations, but still has yet to decipher the rest. The Professor then turns to a map on his wall and points at a pinned location. Tails and Sonic immediately realize that it’s ‘Mazuri’.

Before the duo could high-tail it back to the Tornado, they’re stopped by Knuckles and Chip at the door, demanding that they get some rest. Knuckles reminds everyone that the Assistant gave them all a dorm room to rest up in, and they have all deserved a rest after today.

So after they wash up (with Sonic promising he’ll do it in the morning when he knows he won’t clog up the drains), they all get comfortable on the bed and rest. It seems that the Assistant gave them a room fit for Mobian sized well… Mobians. So it became a tight fit with Sonic taking up extra space. He suggested that he could just sleep on the floor, but Knuckles immediately sits down next to him with Tails by his side. So no escape, huh.

With Sonic being slightly more comfortable with his nightly form (aka feeling like he might not immediately harm someone by accident), he’s a little more okay with Tails being closer. But he still makes sure to keep his mouth firmly shut and his hands far away from the others.

Angel Island

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the werehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #chip the light gaia #Professor Pickle #Sonic Unleashed #Sonic Unleashed: World Reimagined #Spagonia #Mazuri #Old man has Old Man taste buds #Flavor is too much for him #Amnesiac doesn't know what a Pickle is so he doesn't know why Sonic and Tails are laughing #Wait I just thought of this did Sonic predict the Pickle Rick meme?

[mrsshabana]

Girl, your writing requests are open, aren't they? 👀 I think this is the perfect opportunity to request something about a Gyutaro x reader ✨car sex✨ in a modern AU. Just be creative, I know you never disappoint me 💖

𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 ₊˚♡

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, public sex, vaginal sex, creampie, rough sex. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.9k words. You have no idea how excited I was to see your request, girl! You always have the best ideas! ・:*(〃∇〃人)*:・

This is the first date that Gyutaro has ever been on. And to say he's excited would be an understatement. This man has never been in such close proximity to a hot girl in his entire life. But not just any hot girl, it's you. The most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Usually, girls are rude to him, but you treat him with so much kindness that he's never experienced before. It only made his feelings for you grow stronger.

So when you agreed to go on a date with him he was over the moon. He wanted to take you somewhere fun where you could relax together without too much pressure, but he also wanted to be able to be close to you at the same time. So he decided to take you to the drive-in movie theatre downtown.

On Friday night he picked you up at your place and drove to the drive-in with you. Parking in the dirt lot, with the back of his car facing towards the screen.

"Why are you parking backwards?" you question.

"Come on, I'll show you," Gyutaro says with a smirk. Hopping out of the car and walking towards the trunk. You promptly following behind him to see what he has up his sleeve.

He raises the rear door of his hatchback to reveal he transformed the back of his car into a comfy nook for the two of you. Decorated with fluffy pillows, blankets, and even movie candy.

"Woah," you say in awe, looking at the effort he put into this date. No guy has ever done something like this for you. "This is amazing, Gyutaro!"

You take his hand and climb into the back, pulling him in with you. Gyutaro blushes profusely but isn't complaining about getting the opportunity to be so close to you.

"It was nothin'," he says shyly, "I just wanted this to be special for you."

"Aw you're so sweet. This is turning out to be the best date I've ever been on," you lean forward and kiss his cheek. Causing Gyutaro's face to turn even more red.

As the movie begins, you and Gyutaro get comfortable in the back of his car. Laying on the pillows and beneath the blankets, you lay beside each other with your head on his chest and his arm around you.

You had agreed to see the new Godzilla movie together. And Gyutaro was looking forward to it as he loves the franchise, but he isn't paying any attention to the movie. He can't keep his eyes off of you, and the blood rushing between his legs makes it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

You're just so close to him, your skin is so soft and you smell so good that he can't help it. He's just glad that his erection is being covered by the blanket, so you won't notice it. At least not until you reach over to grab the box of Junior Mints and your hand brushes against something hard near Gyutaro's hips.

Immediately you feel him tense up as he prays that you didn't notice. But you did notice. And it makes you internally freak out just as much as him.

"Was that... his penis?" you think to yourself. It makes you nervous to imagine he's sitting this close to you with a hard-on right now. If it was any other guy, you'd be freaked out. But it's Gyutaro. The guy that's been nothing but sweet to you and went out of his way to plan this cute date.

Just thinking about how he's feeling right now makes you blush. Did he get hard because he thinks you're sexy? Or was it because you're so close to him right now? It crosses your mind that perhaps it's both of those reasons.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the same way. So you decide that maybe Gyutaro deserves something special too.

You close your eyes for a moment to muster up all of your courage, and then you look up at him briefly before quickly leaning forward and colliding your lips with his.

Gyutaro's eyes widen in shock, he was not expecting this at all. But he's quickly pulled into the kiss and becomes addicted to the feeling of your soft lips on his.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you closer. And soft groans escape his lips as the kiss deepens and you gently slide your tongue into his mouth. He has no idea what he's doing, but he reciprocates. Following your lead until the two of you are having a heated make-out session in the back of his car.

You pull away to catch your breath. Looking at Gyutaro, admiring the flustered expression on his face. Pink dusted across his cheek, layered beneath those cute spots. He stares at you with hooded eyes, he wants more.

"Y-Y/N," he whispers softly, "I want you."

He practically whimpers, desperate for your touch. This man is down bad for you.

"I want you too," you smile, getting an idea that you're sure he'll like.

Reaching your hand under the blanket, you trail down his abdomen until you reach the bulge under his jeans. He gasps when you start rubbing up and down his length, you can feel him throbbing beneath the layers of clothing.

"Feel good, Gyu?"

"Mm hm, y-yeah," he nods, "Can I... touch you too?"

"Of course," you giggle, "Go ahead." It's adorable how hesitant he is.

With a shaky hand, Gyutaro reaches under the blanket. Trailing his hand down your back and under your skirt. He timidly squeezes your ass, enjoying the softness of it in his palm. And is that lace he feels?

He's about to pull off the blanket so he can see your lacy panties, but then he remembers where he is. There are cars parked on either side of you and suddenly he becomes nervous of prying eyes.

"Y/N I-I want to do more but... what if someone sees?" he whispers.

You stop touching his bulge and look around. He's right. Someone could see, but only if they were really trying to look. You have some privacy in the back of the car but being in such a public space does make you nervous.

But you want him so bad that you're willing to take the risk.

"I have an idea," you move on top of him, straddling his hips, and lean forward so your chest is pressed up against his. Lastly, you pull the blankets up to your shoulders, effectively covering your body so no one can see.

"How's this?" you blush as your wet panties sit directly on his erection.

He blushes and holds onto your hips, "S'good," he smirks.

His horniness is starting to make him bolder, as he reaches beneath you and hurriedly takes off his belt and unbuttons his jeans. Pulling them down, along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring free.

You can't see it but you can feel it pressing against you. Feeling how large it is, and how hard he is, as he slowly bucks his hips against your clothed heat. Seeking any friction that can ease the aching between his legs.

"Fuck," you whimper, leaning forward to catch his lips in another passionate kiss.

His hands explore your body and your tongue explores his mouth. It becomes too much for you, and you pull away from the kiss to look into his eyes. "I just need you inside of me already."

Reaching between your bodies, you grab the base of his cock with one hand, and with the other you lift your skirt and move your panties to the side. Angling your hips so you can slowly push him inside of you.

Gyutaro's eyes roll back in ecstasy as he feels your warmth enveloping his length. Inch by inch his girthy cock slides into you.

His grip tightens on your hips as he quickly takes control, no longer able to resist the urge to fuck you senseless.

"Fuuuck Y/N," he groans, "You feel so good."

He thrusts up into you, starting slowly at first but quickly losing himself in the pleasure and picking up the pace.

"G-Gyu," you whimper, barely able to speak as he pounds into you. You have to lean forward and hold onto his shoulders for support.

He's going so hard that the car begins to shake, and you're finding it more difficult to stifle your moans. "Gyut-taro ah~ s-slow down," you moan, "Someone could s-see."

"I don't give a fuck if someone sees," he growls. Holding onto you tightly and flipping you over in a swift movement. Forcing you to lay beneath him, "I finally get to fuck the girl of my dreams."

His statement surprises you, though you don't have long to think about it before he's plunging into you deeper than before. He grabs your thigh and holds it up so he can get deeper inside of you. Thrusting into you full force, the sound of his bony hips slamming into your soft flesh fills your ears. Only drowned out by the sound of the movie in the background.

It's crazy to you how he went from being this shy, sweet guy to brutally fucking you. But you aren't complaining, you quite like both sides of him.

A man that can be sickeningly sweet and gentle towards you, but can also fuck you senseless like he wants to put a baby in you. He's perfect.

It quickly becomes too much for you and you can't hold your moans back any longer as you feel yourself approaching your peak. You moan loudly and your legs tremble as his cock slides out of you, only to be thrust back in at full force, hitting your sweet spot.

Gyutaro reluctantly covers your mouth with his hand. He wants to hear you moan so badly, but he doesn't want you to get caught and your night be cut short.

"We can't be too loud baby," he pants, "But you'll let me hear your moans on our second date, right?"

Your eyes roll back as you nod. "Mm hm!"

With a final hard thrust, he's bringing you to your climax. Your moans muffled by the palm of his hand and your nails clawing at his back.

He's been trying so hard this entire time to not cum too early, and now that you're tightening around him it hits him like a tidal wave. A sudden rush of ecstasy fills his body as he spills his seed inside of you. His cock twitching as it shoots hot sticky ropes onto your gummy walls.

He removes his hand from your mouth and holds onto you tightly as the both of you recover from your climax. He lays on top of you, panting and smiling like an idiot. So happy that this date went better than he could have ever imagined.

Your whole body feels light and tingly, while your brain is still fuzzy. Gyutaro slowly slides out of you and moves your panties back over your abused pussy before pulling up his pants.

"Y/N? You alright?" he whispers softly as he lays back down beside you and holds you in his arms.

"Yeah," you mumble and cuddle up to him, "This is the best date I've ever had..."

He blushes, "So, does this mean I get a second date?"

"Of course," you lean forward and softly kiss him, "Next time we won't have to hold back."

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyuutarou #gyuutarou x reader #gyutaro smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 ʚ♡ɞ

[alieinthemorning]

Strawberry Mint Lemonade [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Meet-Cute, Indirect Kiss, Gojo Satoru Being Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru Being Getou Suguru, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Kisses, Café AU, No Curses, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crying, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, POV Second Person, Suggestive Themes

Pronouns: None

Note: THIS IS MY 200TH WORK ON AO3 AAAAAAAAAA (Also UTC because it's 2500+ words)

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Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about three years now. Every employee, new and old knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"What the fuck is this shit?" It was as if your straw was made of sugarcane, the strawberry and lemon pieces were formed from sugar cubes and the liquid itself was pure syrup.    

"Ew...what is this?" Someone from beside you, whined.  

Looking over, you found an incredibly tall man with stark white hair and—oh, you couldn't see his eye color behind the dark, round shades. You were about to turn around and talk to an employee about this...horror from hell, but your eyes drifted to the drink in his large hand.  

You eyed your own drink, frowning at the name written on the side.

Satoru

You looked at the man again. "Are you Satoru?"

He nodded, then said your name. "I'm assuming that's you?"

You sighed, shoving his drink toward him. "Thank god—hand me my drink. I can't drink pure sugar."

"Awww, come on! It isn't that bad! " He pouted as he switched drinks.

You took a long swig of yours before you replied. "It was like drinking the three states of matter. Solid, Liquid and Gaseous Sugar."

"How would it even be gaseous?"

"The air from the straw."

He laughed loudly, startling  the other customers.

You flushed, grabbing him by the elbow. "Come on, let's sit and talk."

The Goliath of a man let you drag him to a secluded corner, where the two of you talked each other's ears off. However, despite ordering another drink of your own, you noticed that he still hadn't touched his own.  

"You gonna let the ice water down the sugar?" You grinned, "Was I right about it tasting like shit?"

He balked at you. "No way!"

You nodded toward the drink, "Then drink it."

He looked at you, the drink, you again then finally swiped the drink off the table, guzzling it down in mere seconds.

"There! Are you satisfied?" His head was swiveled to the side, tucked into that weird high collared jacket of his, but you swore the tips of his ears were flushed red.

"How are you alive?" You asked in slight awe.

That got him to look at you again, all smiles too. "Must be my impeccable genes."  

You raised a brow. "You a citizen of the Candy Kingdom or something? Built like Candy Wife?"  

He just smiled at you. "I have no idea about what you're talking about."

The two of you chatted for longer than expect, leaving just an hour before closing.  

"Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe so."

And he did, the two of you ending up seeing each other at least once a week for a few months. And of course, you learned a lot about Satoru during that time.  

You learned that he had a very unhealthy obsession with sweets. That, despite the goofy look that he basically always had plastered on his face, he was quite intelligent. Oh, and that he had really bright blue eyes (like limpid tears) and the reason why he wore shades was because his eyes were really sensitive and without them, he was prone to awful migraines.  

You also were beginning to develop a bit of a crush on him, but you were sure someone has beautiful as him had to already be taken. So, you decided to stuff the feelings in the deepest part of your heart.

And today you learned—

That he was bringing someone else with him today.  

The person Satoru brought with him was a stark contrast to him (except in clothing—they both wore dark-colored clothing). He was maybe only a few inches shorter than him with long dark hair that was in an up-down style with a bit of hair draping the left side of his face. You watched that as Satoru pointed at you, the man's eyes slid to you and his lips turned upward. Then Satoru headed toward the counter while the man made his way to you.  

He called your name and you raised a brow.

He chuckled. "Satoru told me your name." He slid into the seat across from you, "My name is Suguru. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

You leaned back in your chair, a bit uncomfortable with his familiarity with you. "Oh? Has Satoru talked about me that much."  

Suguru leaned in closer, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his intertwined finger. "Oh, you have no idea."  

Before you could question him further on the subject, Satoru placed their drinks on the table, alongside a few sweets.  

"Seems like the two of you are getting along." He said with a hum as he pulled a chair over to complete your little group.

"Yeah, sure—Satoru, what exactly have you been telling Suguru here about me?"

His brows shot up to his hairline as his head swiveled to Suguru.  "What did you say?"

Suguru just smiled. "I haven't said too much." The unspoken yet at the end of that sentence was very loud.  

You sighed, nudging Satoru's foot. "So, you gonna properly introduce me or am I supposed to keep thinking of your friend here as a creep?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," He placed a hand on top of Suguru's, "This is my boyfriend, Suguru. We've been together for a few years now, and been best friends for longer."  

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you felt your lips dip downward. You quickly covered your mouth with your hand, raising a brow. "Oh? We've been talking for so long, and you just now tell me about your significant other? I thought we were closer than that, Satoru."  

You knew you didn't play that off well, you knew that Satoru knew that what he had said hurt you.

And Suguru?  

Suguru just smiled.

Despite the rocky first meeting and sudden revelation, you, Satoru and Suguru continued meeting (after you had bullied Satoru into inviting Suguru again).  

Slowly yet surely, you learned more about Suguru and their relationship. Suguru was the one who did the majority of the cooking (while Satoru baked to quell his late night sweet cravings). He was really sweet and caring despite the shit eating grin that was etched on his face. He also was a pretty big flirt.

Which...was very unsettling to you. Since it seemed like he was very open to doing it in front of Satoru, who didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest.  

"You look very beautiful today."

"Oh, um, thank you..."  

"I especially like the lip color you've chosen today."  

You balked at him, face becoming warm as you looked between him and Satoru.

Satoru continued to sip on his drink and scroll through his phone.  

And Suguru—

Just fucking smiled.

And later that night, you knew you were screwed.

You were in love with both Satoru and Suguru.

So, you did what you did with your feelings for Satoru and shoved your feelings for Suguru down alongside his. Instead of running away from them and saving your heart, you hurt yourself even more Getting closer and closer to them to the point where you had visited each others homes and you've met each others other friends (Shoko and Nanami were your favorites among them).

Today you were over at Satoru and Suguru's very nice house (another thing you learned about Satoru is that the was stupidly rich). You were simply lounging around, not over for any specific reason, just to be in their presence, when Satoru suddenly stood up from his relaxed position on the couch.

"I need donuts." And without another word, he snatched his keys off the kitchen island and was out the door before either you and Suguru could utter a word.

Now, you had been alone with Suguru before—plenty of times, when Satoru had suddenly broke off from the two of you to take a closer look at things (see: recklessly spend money). But that was usually when you were out in public, where you could go and run to Satoru if you needed.

You'd never been alone with him like this—trapped within four walls.

And of fucking course, he did what he always did and—

"Why are you always smiling like that?" The question came out rougher than you intended, but your nerves were very quickly becoming frayed.

"Smiling like what?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Like you know everything—I don't know." You crossed your arms with a huff.

"You mean like how I know that you like Satoru and I." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Your arms grew slack, hands falling into your lap.

He nodded to himself, "Another tell-tale reaction. This is good…"

"How is this good?" You snapped at him. "I'm in love with the two of you, who are already in a committed relationships."

He had the audacity to look surprised for a moment before his smile widened. "You love us? That's even better."

"How can you—" You sniffled, feeling the hot tears quickly race down your cheeks. "I have been selfishly spending time with the two of you. Despite how I feel, and knowing that I should just stop associating with you. I've instead decided to intruding on your relationship, just so that I can experience the tiniest fantasy of something that will never be." You were somehow able to make through your entire confession before you broke down, curling in on yourself.

You heard Suguru sigh then a bit of shuffling before the couch dipped and you were pulled into his warm embrace, which made you cry harder.

"I'm sorry for pushing you, Darling." His whispered above your head. "I should have been more upfront."

You shoved him back, looking up into his brown eyes. "Been more upfront with knowing good and well about my fucking inner turmoil."

"No," His hands slipped into yours." I should have just told you that Satoru and I feel the same way."

Your heart stopped.

There was no way that that was true. There was no way that Satoru and Suguru both felt the same way about you—and even if they did there was no way that you could choose one over the other, and you definitely wouldn't want to be the reason why they broke up either.

"Please." His voice was strained, "Just give me one chance to show you."

"I don't want to do anything behind—"

"And we won't. I'll wait until he comes back and then I'll ask for permission to kiss you. In front of him."

You sighed deeply, finally resigning yourself to your fucked up fate.

You leaned into him, "If this all goes to shit—I'll hate you forever."

"If it does go to shit, I'll accept your rightful infinite hatred."

The two of you were quite as you waited for Satoru to return. You were too exhausted to speak. Suguru was fine with that, perfectly content with rubbing circles onto your hands to help soothe you.  

And then the front door was unlocked, and your anxiety spiked.

But Suguru wasn't going to go back on his word.

"Can I kiss you now?" Suguru asked the moment Satoru stepped into the room.

Your eyes were wide, frantically looking between the two of them, while your lips opened and closed like a fish.  

Suguru placed a hand on your cheek, guiding you back to him.

He said your name, soft and sweet. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." You said it so quietly that you weren't sure that he heard you, but he very quickly assured you otherwise as his lips met yours.

Right in front of your close friend—his boyfriend, Satoru.

It was as soft as a rose petal, acutely aware of your fragile state.

"Yes—finally!" Satoru slammed the box of donuts on the kitchen counter then rushed over, reaching out for you.

Suguru intercepted him. "You need to ask first, Satoru."

He nodded furiously at his partner before turning to you, blue eyes bright. "Can I kiss you? Please?"

You blinked at him a few time before nodding. Satoru wasted no time and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you forward to meet him half way.

While Suguru's was soft, Satoru's was rough and rushed. Like he couldn't get enough of you now that he had you.

It didn't last long though became Suguru was quick to yank him off you.  

"Slow down, Satoru." He flicked his forehand, shaking his head at his pout (your eyes kept finding his lips—they were red and shiny). "All this is new and we haven't even been given an answer yet."

"We just kissed? Isn't that enough of an answer?" Satoru asked Suguru who just gestured to you. Those blue spotlights turned on you.  "Isn't it?"

"I mean—" You bit your lip. "I haven't actually said yes or no yet, but..."

"But...?"

You pursed your lips as you glared at the two of them. "...you both better not make me regret this down the line."

Suguru smiled, and despite it being the same know-it-all smile, you felt completely and utter secured by it. "We promise, Darling."

"What? You've already got pet names? No fair!" He paused. "Wait, what exactly did the two of you do while I was gone...?"

Your favorite drink was a simple strawberry mint lemonade. Not too sweet, not too sour. It was made the same way every single time, which made sense since you'd had been coming to this hole-in-the-wall café for about six years now. Every employee, new and old, knew your name and order, so when the familiar drink was placed in the completed section on the counter, you didn't look twice at it and immediately took a sip.  

"Oh, what the fuck—Satoru, take your shit ass drink." You shoved the drink into his waiting hand, taking your own and immediately taking a plate cleansing sip.  

Suguru chuckled. "I'm surprised that after all these years, the two of you are still getting your drinks mixed up."  

"Who is we?" Satoru pointed at you, "This is the one who takes a sip without looking at the name on the side of the cup."

"That wouldn't matter if you didn't drink straight sugar—and then have the damn audacity to eat sweets with it." You eyed him, "Is your body okay?"

He smirked. "Oh, you know my body is absolutely perfect, but I'm sure we can—" Suguru flicked him in the cheek.

"Not in public."

Satoru balked at his audacity (and you to a lesser extent). "Says the one who literally—"

You lightly kicked his shin and hissed, "Not in public!"

"I can't believe my two partners are bullying me like this." He slumped in his seat. "I can't believe I have to deal with this for the rest of my life."

You shrugged, snatching one of his sweets. "You're the one who decided to put a ring on it."

"Now you're stuck with us forever." Suguru nodded in agreement.

Satoru watched the two of you fondly, a wide smile stretched across his lips.

"Yeah, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

I've finally done it.

For my 200th work, I finally gave you all the Sugu/Sato/Reader fluff you all deserved.

IT'S ALSO MY FIRST ONE-SHOT THAT'S OVER 2500 WORDS????

I really popped off for y'all (wipes away a tear).

Now time for me to binge the anime and get back to our regular scheduled programming of Tear Jerking Angst.

Please be excited :)

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[goldengirlls]

security tape

pairings — beefy!biker!bucky x fem!reader

warnings — dom!bucky, unprotected sex, breeding kink, lap dances, talks of sex tapes/pictures/audios, dumbification, beard burn, mentions of balls, oral fem receiving, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, dirty talk, spit kink and cum play

summary —only for our eyes.

wc — 3.2 k

authors note — AHH !!! OVER 2.5 K OF YOU BABIES!!! LOVE U ALL SO MUCH !!!! SO IN HONOR OF THAT, HERES THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF MY NEW AU VERSE !!! will be part of the for our eyes only verse

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“Well look who finally decided to make an appearance.” Bucky’s voice rang through the beer infused air, back pressed back up against the dark color cushion and behind the wooden table that was littered with papers, a screen and a nearly finished glass of bourbon. The hum of the ice makers coming to life and the music fading from one song to another.

A sympathetic and amused look, thrown in his direction as your legs took you to stand in front of the table. Hands pressing themselves against the cool wood table and resting your body against them. 

“I told you I’d be here around six.” Leaning further on to the table and at the pout forming against his lips and the space growing larger between his hairline and eyebrows. 

He scoffs at the audacity, looking at his watch, “Yeah, a whole forty seven minutes after.” Firm glare or what was trying to be, but the glimmer of his midnight eyes proving otherwise that he was happy you were here, with him where you where were suppose to be.

“Yeah ‘s in the general area of six.” You protest while holding back the laugh that you so desperately wanted to let go off at how childish the six foot four leather clad biker was being about this.

His arms uncross from one another and his lip untucked itself from his pearl white teeth. Not saying a word as he slid out of the booth and over to the low lit bar where the open bottle of bourbon sat, pouring himself another glass. 

It was comical when you really thought about it. The six foot something tattooed cover biker with a sour look and grumbling under his breath. To anyone and everyone else he was labeled as grumpy and scary, but to you— he was a big softy, with a weak spot for you. 

Making your way over to him, you squeezed your body between him and the cool wooden bar, doe eyes already begging for forgiveness, “‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to be late. I, uh got distracted.” Tucking your lip between your teeth, your cheeks growing warm at the faint thought of what made you late. 

Grabbing his attention, the midnight eyes searched your face for an answer to said distraction. The pink dusted cheeks— warm to the touch, the dazey hooded glimmer in your eyes and the slightly ruffled hair was drawing a conclusion, but couldn’t quite draw a conclusion.

Then, with one last sweep over your enhanced features, it all clicked.

Bucky biting back a smile— or a smirk, “Distracted?” His voice dropping low and hands bruising your hips as he deposits you up onto the bar. “Care to explain, Ace.” Glimmer of hope you’d spill all the details he was desperately trying play in his mind.

“Uh, I couldn’t find my keys.” That was believable.

“Really?” His hands trailing up your bare legs, only covered by a denim cladded mini skirt. “When I left an hour before you, could’a sworn the were on the gold dish on the counter.” Challenging you.

Your eyes growing ten times in size, “I, uh mean my wallet. Yeah, couldn’t find my wallet.”  The goosebumps rising the closer he got to the hem of your mini skirt. Fingers playing with the distressed material as he hummed at your answer — not believing your words for a moment.

Bringing your body closer to him, his lips hovered over yours, “Sure it wasn’t something else that made you late?” Bourbon mixed with mint meeting your cotton candy like lips, “Maybe something like on your phone.”

Wicked, delicious and a dangerous game.

One of Bucky’s ring cladded, tattooed hand leaving your thigh as it met the heat of your cheek, thumb brushing against the high point, encouraging your answer, “How’d you figure it out.” Sheepishly asking with a glimmer of pride.

“Cause ‘m usually the one makin’ you look that way.” 

“Bucky!” A hand meeting his concrete shoulder, doe eyed and face warmer than before and far pinker. 

“Love it when ya scream my name.” Smiling before pressing his lips against yours. Bucky’s tattooed hands seemed to have a mind as they wandered around your body, meeting your legs , under your skirt and ever so lightly ghosting against your thighs which elicited a moan letting him deepen the kiss and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

A fucking dream come true. His best girl — perched on the bar, leather jacket and all, nape of the neck exposed for his lips, sloppy kisses and even messier hands.

“Which video did ya watch?” Bucky spoke against your lips, trailing down your jaw and to the column of your neck, a trail of destruction everywhere his lips connected to your skin.

“I— the one of us after Sam’s house party.” Gasping out when his teeth grazed your skin. “Y’know the one where you tore my panties right in half.”

“Didn’t seem to mind when I made you cum four different times that night.” He hums against you, eyes gleaming with pride when he met your eyes that were watching his every move.

Four years of love and two years of living together. Soulmates. Complete opposites, but alike in many ways. 

A crisp autumn night, layered in a waffle white long sleeve tucked away in a leather jacket with light washed denim jeans. One too many tequilas as your sneaker cladded feet took you to the very man that you’d come home to every night and show you how much he loved you every morning. And Bucky thanked his lucky stars every day for those doe eyes and wicked tongue. 

You fell hard and fast for the six foot something, leather wearing, tattoo covered biker.

Neither one of you loving someone the way you loved each other. Day in and day out proving your worth to one another.

“‘Specially when I did that thing with my tongue.” He mumbles out, his forefinger running between your wet folds followed by many curse words.

You gasped out a string of incoherent words when his cold rings could be felt when his finger dipped into your messy hole.

“Gonna let me wreck you.” Other ring adorned hand squeezing your bare thigh, voice dangerously low and the midnight eyes pleading for your acceptance. “Let me destroy this little pussy. Make her cry and squirm.” Retracting his finger to bring to his lips— tasting his favorite thing. 

“Sweeter than ever.” He hummed out pressing his lips against yours so you could taste you on his lips. “And always so messy for me, for daddy.”

“Bucky.” You whine grinding against his jeans, trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. The pleading, close to pathetic look you were giving him was enough for him to flip your skirt up and blow against your puffy pussy. “Don’t tease me, touch me.” Lips pouty and prominent with the taunting promise of watching them quiver.

“Yeah? Want me to make ya sing, baby? Play with her all night? Make her weap and cry till she can’t take it anymore?”

A moan escapes from your bruises lips with a nod and eyes fluttering closed.

“Gonne let me eat your pussy, baby? Know you’re gonna be my good girl for daddy tonight.” He questions licking his lips as his eyes follow your glistening pussy, “Shit, baby. A drippin’ mess, s’all for me? Needs me that bad, huh?”

Nodding your head in response, your walls clench around his forefinger and middle finger, your head becomes even fuzzier when his lips connect with your clit as his tongue begins spelling words that word spoken between the two of you.

“Got the prettiest fuckin’ pussy ever. Can’t wait to show you what she looks like when ‘m done with her tonight.”

Your senses are in overdrive. Hypersensitive. And when his beard brushed against your folds the most pornographic sounds falls from your bruised lips and he inserts a second and a string of saliva leaving his lips runs against your folds to your hole. 

It’s filthy and delicious. 

The pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth mixed with the wetness from your pussy and the moans from Bucky are driving you closer to the edge. 

“D— Daddy, ‘m gonna cum.” You cry out, squeezing your legs around his head, only making him shove his face further into your sensitive pussy. “Don’t stop, please.” Whining out rubbing your face against his mouth and beard. The burn of his hair increasing the pleasure and without a doubt leaving the promise of him on you tomorrow.

Bucky’s tongue laid flat against your clit, his eyes connecting to yours holding eye contact telling you to cum, to be his good girl. He’s desperate to taste you — your warm cream filling his mouth. He needs you spread on his beard and he’s begging for it with every lick and curl of his finger.

A few more swipes of his tongue — spelling his name, the promise of coming home and the curl of his cool cladded fingers brushing against your spongy spot was enough for you to cum, squirming against him as you see the stars. 

Bucky continues to clean you up. Never missing a drop of the warm cream lapping up every last drop. Standing tall and proud with a smirk plastered on his lips, noticing how floaty and fucked out you already look.

Your slick glistening against his beard, swollen pillow like lips and blown pupils, “Think ya can give me another on, baby?” Bucky husks out, nudging his nose against yours — smelling you on him.

Your eyes lashes flutter close when your lips meet his, moaning into his mouth with the taste of you on the tip of his tongue, as you palm at the prominent bulge hidden beneath his jeans.

The zipper makes a loud, thick sound, as your hands find the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head— only left in your mini skirt when his angry cocks’ finally able to breathe.

“Shit— gettin’ pretty everytime I see you.” The butterflies soaring in your stomach when you feel the mushroom leaky tip drag up and down the reminiscence of the mess he created earlier before he eases the head into your sore but desperate hole. 

“Just stretched her out this morning, how’s she this tight already.” Bucky continues, “Guess ‘ll have to fix that, seein she’s gonna suck me back in everytime I pull out.” Bottoming out — pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest.

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin her and you, baby. Gonna have her a weapin mess, beggin’ me for more after I fill her up.” Bucky states as he slams in and out of you at a bruising but promising speed.

Bucky fucks into you as if his life depends on it. His midnight eyes connecting where his cock meets your needy hole, moaning when he sees himself covered in your slick.  Bucky’s balls slapping against your ass as words fall from his lips when he feels you suck him in and clench around him. 

He pounds into you relentlessly, the girth is snug and length is delicious. His bulbous tip brushing against your g’spot, the delivering of every thrust is deliberate and tasteful. He’s demanding you feel everything that makes his cock — veins, crevice and mushroom tip.

“Daddy needs you to be a good girl. He needs ya to drench his cock. Need ya to make a slutty mess, c’mon I didn’t fuck you that stupid, yet. Cum for me. Make a mess so daddy can make a mess in you.” Bucky states, eyebrows furrowed, cock slipping in and out of you.

His balls are heavy. Begging for a release. Begging to fill your silky creamy walls. Needing it. 

“Be a messy slut and cum for me.” Buckys fingers start rubbing your little clit, in small deliberate circles, as you moan loudly clenching his cock like a vice making his balls tighten and body tighten.

Your legs to shake and spazz around his thick thighs, as your pussy wheeps and creams around his cock riding out your orgasm.

“Good girl, baby, fuck, gonna cum.” Bucky moans ropes of his seed shot from his bulbous tip, spewing into your bruised and velvet like walls, flooding your pussy to the brim, riding out his and your orgasms. 

A few moments of labored breaths and stolen kisses, he slowly slides himself out, careful to not let anything spill out. His fingers coming down to collect the cum that’s dripped out, collecting it and running his fingers along the rim of his glass— a promise to taste you the rest of the night. 

“I have to save some of you for later Ace” Licking his lips and fingers once done.

Tucking himself away and helping you collect yourself you catch that lovestruck boyish look he’s given you a million times.

He cups your cheeks, cold rings flushed against your pink cheeks, keeping you close to his heart and the steady thumps beating at the same rate. Passionate and messy. Desperate and yearning. Actions speaking louder than words. Each kiss expressing the impact and heaviness of his love. Everything pouring into this kiss. 

“Much as I love those sweet lips, gotta get ready to open the bar.” Speaking lowly and with a huff. Meeting your eyes as he leaned down for one last kiss.

“Oh and Ace,” Your eyes connect with his, your head titling to the side — indicating for him to continue, “Can’t wait to watch the security tape later.” His tongue licks the rim slowly and deliberately as he goes to get the supplies to clean the counter.

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[heartfullofleeches]

how would the cow hybrids react to walking on reader showering

Strawberry: "My bad!" Excuses himself and turns to leave, but probably bumps into the door because their eyes are still on you. Apologizes again and leaves properly.

Vanilla: "Oh, my apologies. I just needed to grab.... this hair brush." Lying through her teeth, but not too bad at it. Grabs whatever items her hands land on and sneaks a glance from the mirror when you go back to showering. Zero shame in this woman, unless she gets caught.

RootBeer: Eyes shoot out of his head like one of those cartoons, tries to backpedal outta there, but his big mouth opens before he can get away. "Room for one more?~"

Ginger: Pulls back the curtains, "Nice Ass." Leaves. And puts her cameras to good use

Milk Tea: Looks you up and down, shuts the door behind him, and starts undoing his tie. "Hope you don't mind if I squeeze in there with you. I haven't had the chance to take mine this morning." He's lying too.

Cherry: "Since I'm got you cornered for a while, wanna hear the new single I wrote for ya?"

Spice: Didn't see anything, gives you your space, definitely isn't thinking about the encounter for the rest of the day and messing up drink orders as a result.

Peach: "Ohh you missed a spot right here, lemme get it for you. Y'know I have a cream that'll make your skin softer than ever once you dry off..If you'll let me put it on that is."

Eggnog: Panic screams/rambling, covers their head with their sweater and tries to get away despite the handicap. Apologizes for days after and everything that resulted from seeing you naked while alone in the attic. Probably has watched you before but is guilty for it all the same

Screamsicle: Plays with the lights until you step out of the shower. Honestly didn't think they'd get that far and flees

Apple: "Oh, didn't mean to intrude... But since I am here, we can go over a few evaluations that require a lack of clothes if you're comfortable, haha" If that works they almost feel bad for misusing their license like that. Almost.

Mint: Offers to leave or shove a few towels under the door like they originally intended and hotbox the bathroom while you shower together.

Cotton Candy: Sits on the counter with an easel and a slice of pie. "What? I always come in here at this very specific time and paint pictures of the shower. Don't judge an artist for their work and please open the curtains."

Oat: Stands behind the curtains and says nothing.

Chocolate: "You're just fishing to ruin my good image, aren't you? Lock the damn door next time."

Banana: "There's a lock on the door for a reason" No she isn't blushing. You're just hot hell... I means the room is. Totally doesn't have hidden cameras up either

Licorice: Takes a few pictures and leaves without saying anything.

#Milk farm tag #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere blurb #female yandere #yandere hybrid

[millswaffle]

imagine…

its levis birthday and you want to take him out. So your searching on the internet, until you stumble across a cute tea shop. The shop is here you can create your own tea for a reasonable, and chill in the cafe area. The shop was small but had a very calming environment, with plants being set everywhere, walls painted dark colors, and warm yellow lights brighting the room. The best part about it was the amount of tea selection! You were so excited to take you most amazing husband there for his birthday. Days passed quickly, and soon it was his birthday. “Happy birthday baby!” you said as you hugged and kissed all over Levi’s face. He chuckled and kissed your nose. “ Thank you my love,” he said.

You smiled and said to him, “I have a place I wanna take you too for your birthday.” “Where?” he said looking at you confused. “Mmmm its a surprise!” you giggled and pulled Levi out of yalls apartment and into the car. You drove 20 minutes before arriving at the tea shop. “What is this place?” he says while taking off his seatbelt, curiously looking at the shop. “You surprise! Now come on before we freeze in here!” You walked out of the car and waited for him to get out. He got out and linked his hand with yours. You both walk hand and hand to the shop. Levi opens the for you and immediately you both are hit with the smell of warm deliciously inviting tea. Levi’s eyes immediately light as he scans around the cafe. Vintage porcelain teacups wonderfully and neatly lined in chocolate wooden shelves. Rows of different teas herbs nicely kept in glass jars. And the section to brew your tea and buy pastries. You smiled at how cute his face lit up, like a little kid looking around in a candy shop.

You took his hand in yours and led him more inside. “Isnt it cool? You can brew your own tea here and lounge around the seating area,” you smiled at him brightly. “W-where did you find this place?” he says. “On the internet, but come on lets make tea!” You both grab a teacup and began looking through all the different verity’s of tea herbs. Levi of course makes himself his famous black tea, and he helps you make a blend of pomegranate mint green tea (yes theres fruit too!!). You pay for pastries and the tea, then yall go find a place to sit. Levi chose the sofa next to the large window. The good thing was it wasn’t crowded, so you and Levi could sit in peace. Levi sat down first, then you sat down sideways and put your legs over his thighs. He held you legs close and took a sip of his tea. You then took a sip of your tea and immediately was surprised at how AMAZING it tasted.

“Wow baby ! you make amazing tea!” He chuckles and looks at you with his loving blue grey eyes. “Thank you pretty girl, only the best for you.” He gently takes your hand and place a soft kiss on top. You blush a bit and lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He smiles and gently kisses you back. Yall lean away and enjoy the silence around you two, while enjoying the teas that warmly sit in your hands. You enjoy moments like these with your husband, silently sitting in each other’s comfort, him admiring you and you admiring him. Your free hand finds its way to play with his hair, and his eyes lovingly looking into yours. “Happy birthday Levi, i love you.” He smiles and says, “i love you too and thank you my love.”

(hi guys its miliii. soooooo im getting back into writing as to why this imagine is kinda bad BUT i had to write it bc its been in my head for SO long it had to be written. dw i wll be practicing more so eventually the short stories will get better. you should def listen to laufey while reading this! anyway love yall!)

#attack on titan #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot x reader #aot #aot fanfiction #captain levi #levi x you #i love you #Spotify #shingeki no kyojin #hajime isayama #fanfic

[jackharloww]

Grace request: can you write about the reader having a hard pregnancy day maybe she’s nauseous or something and Gracie wants to help Jack take care of her mommy?

Your second pregnancy was much harder then your first. You were nauseous all the time and further along in your pregnancy you had severe back pains. You’d been staying at home a lot, but last night you had your friends birthday celebration so you went out for that and had a lot of fun. This morning though…. Not so much fun.

You woke up with Grace lying next to you and Jack, what woke you up were the pains in your back and you were feeling very nauseous. You slowly got up from bed before walking as fast as you could to the bathroom to throw up. You sat next to the toilet when you finished and after a few seconds you heard a few knocks, before a tired Jack opened the door.

“Oh baby, how’s it going” he gave you a pout and walked over to you before helping you up.

“Not good” you mutter and walk over to the sink to wash your mouth and brush your teeth. Jack hugged you from behind. He kissed your shoulder and gently rubbed your round bump.

"You should go lay down, I'll make breakfast" Jack mumbled with his lips against your shoulder before standing up straight. You leaned your head back on his chest and closed your eyes, you felt like shit.

After a few seconds, you walked back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Grace had woken up while you were in the bathroom and now she was sitting up with a big smile on her face. She grabbed Carrot and shoved it in your face.

"mommy play?" Grace spoke with a loud voice, you only gave her a smile when jack spoke.

"Gracie let's not disturb mommy right now, she doesn't feel that good" Jack told her as he sat on his side of the bed, bringing Grace closer to him.

"why?" Grace asked concerned and looked over at you with her big eyes.

"Mommy's back hurts and she's nauseous" he explained

"Nawtjuss?" Grace scrunched her nose and tilted her head to the side, not understanding what Jack meant.

"It means she has the sickies and wants to throw up," he said, kissing Grace on her head.

"Oh no," Grace got out of Jack's arms and very gently snuggled closer to you. "mommy wants snuggles?" she asked sweetly, knowing you would always ask her that when she felt bad. You gave her a soft smile and nodded and she put a hand on your stomach.

"I'll go make breakfast" Jack smiled and walked to make breakfast. Grace tried her best to just stay and cuddle with you, but her energy didn't let her do that for too long.

"I go help daddy," she said and got up from beside you, going to see what Jack was doing.

"Daddy I help you to make mama feel good" Grace put a hand on her hip and was all ready to help in whatever way she could. Jack chuckled at her and grabbed the mint box from the counter.

"These usually help her, you want to give her one?" Jack hand the box to Grace and she nodded and opened the box, she smelled it and immediately scrunched her nose "It smells stinky" she said and pulled her head back away from the box, Jack laughed at her weird face making. She closed the box before running back to where you were.

"mommy dad said you want these, stinky candy" she explained and gave you the box, you chuckled and took one and put it in your mouth.

"Thank you baby" you smiled and gently stroked her cheek. "Can you tell daddy to bring me the heating pad?" You asked her and she took her helping role very seriously, she ran back to Jack that was standing making sandwiches.

"Mommy want heat pad, and do we have ice cream?" she asked and Jack looked at her confused.

"Ice cream? Your mom wanted that?" he asked while he went to grab the heating pad, Grace following him while he took it and walked back to the kitchen to heat it up.

"The ice cream is for me," she said guiltily with a small giggle, earning a chuckle from Jack.

"you got to eat breakfast first stink" Jack ruffled her hair, and she let out a deep sigh "you stink" she mumbled and followed Jack into your bedroom with the heating pad in his hands. They sat on the bed and Jack helped you put the heating pad on your back.

"I'm going to sleep a bit more" you mumbled and brought the covers closer to you.

"And we're going to eat breakfast" Jack smiled and picked Grace up, "And then Ice cream" Grace yelled and raised her arms up. Jack laughed but quickly shushed her "inside voice baby, let's let mommy rest," he told her and they both sat down and ate breakfast, letting you rest and take it easy for the rest of the day.

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taglist: @hoodharlow , @pianoisland , @harlowcomehome , @itsyagirljaz , @neon-lights-and-glitter , @heavyhitterheaux , @nattinatalia , @harlowsbby

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[brainworms-all-night-long]

That ^ and the tags is the only context you're getting

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His ear twitched towards the door, caught by a soft scratch and a clicking sound. Afterwards, the doors slowly cracked open to reveal more darkness, but a small silhouette of a fox was visible amidst it anyway.

Panicked, Nine turned his face towards the wall so fast his neck pricked with pain. Then he haphazardly wiped away the tears and bit down any future sobs threatening to rip through his throat.

Perhaps an over-the-top reaction that only justified the one at the door to step in through.

"Hurt?"

There was only one fox in particular that a raspy and audibly unused voice could belong to, and Nine wasn't sure if it made him relaxed or more distressed.

But besides that, he felt tired and defeated, as such, he unceremoniously collapsed onto the bed.

"Not...physically." But he wasn't sure how truthful that answer was. There sure was a particular headache he hadn't felt in years that was bound to get worse by the morning, his sinuses felt painfully stuffy and there were still leftover muscle cramps from... well, the reason he started crying in the first place.

Nine only barely registers the soft falling footsteps of the other before the mattress underneath him shifted and he snaps just the tiniest bit, happy that the mess of unfamiliar and vulnerable emotions was at least briefly overtaken by comforting anger.

He shoots a glare at the other.

"Why- how did you even get in here? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He hisses out as he sits back up.

Nothing is sacred to Mangey as he definitely just picked his lock, because the one and only key was hidden in the pocket of Nine's current pants. Dunce hat on him for thinking a store-bought lock would keep any of the workshop's inhabitants out, but they could at least respect the purpose of it!

"Hurt." Mangey simply whispers again and points at Nine.

"It's none of your business."

Pulling his knees to his chest, he then hides his face in them, safely wiping all of the leftover tears into the fabric of his pants. A pathetic display, but he felt it was the lesser of two evils as he definitely didn't favor being openly seen crying.

And It really wasn't. There was no reason for Mangey of all people to care or try to play a therapist with him. (Or ridicule him later, but Mangey hasn't struck him as someone reveling in others' pain. But then again Nine wouldn't blame him) There was nothing he could do but make everything worse actually.

All of Nine's muscles tensed up even more somehow as a feew more tears stained the pants' knees.

And that's all he felt; a painful sting in his eyes and the threat of his chest caving in on itself. He was getting tired of it, yet he couldn't relax if you put a tazer to his head. Bad allegory actually, that would in fact make him 100% more stressed.

What temporarily shook him back to his senses however was the mattress suddenly changing volume under him again and hearing Mangey springing to his feet, following his nose to somewhere around the work table's area.

Nine lifted his head just a bit and narrowed his gaze.

What could he be snooping around there for.

Nine tried to call him out, but couldn't find his voice in time before Mangey was already rummaging through a box that used to be very carefully hidden in a secret compartment Nine made under the table to hide his more precious items, like mints.

After Mangey definitely found what he was looking for, he closed the compartment as if it never been there in the first place. Then he hopped up from beneath the table, stopping right in front of Nine.

"Hungry." Mangey stated flatly as he grabbed onto Nine's hand, who, as confused and done as he was, didn't put up much resistance and let Mangey drop a single blue candy onto his palm.

The kit hopped back onto the bed next to him happily and began unwrapping his own piece of mint that has been stolen from right under his nose.

Nine guessed he really was hungry, but eating a stupid piece of candy sure as hell wouldn't fix half a day of starving.

"Candy is not exactly known f-for its nutritional values y'know." Somehow he managed to choke out and what was meant to be an apathetic remark was stained with emotion. He really wished he stayed silent instead.

But there was no reaction from Mangey whatsoever, so after letting the wave of embarrassment wash over him, Nine went back to staring at the single piece of mint sitting innocently in the palm of his hand.

The white lines on the wrapping blended with his glove until all of the colors blurred together when his eyes welled up with tears again.

He wasn't even sure why, he usually had a reason to cry, and even then, he dared to let the tears spill only when he was sure there was no one around.

Thoughts with no beginning or end swirled in his head and frustration bubbled in his chest while he felt stuck in his own body.

He wasn't alone, so why the fuck was he crying over a stupid piece of candy.

He was sure it wasn't the candy itself that brought him to tears again but he didn't want to unwrap all that.

The ever-pleasant internal voice expressed just a fraction of the disarray he felt, until he almost threw the sweet through the ceiling when something suddenly touched his arm.

Still getting lost in and out of his head and between the real world, he keeps forgetting that Mangey is there. The other fox was now leaning on his shoulder, not paying him direct attention though.

Nine wasn't sure what it was but among the confusing and unpleasant concoction of emotions, he grasped the tiniest sliver of irritation he could find again.

Mangey had the whole rest of the bed to lean on, why come bothering him? Nine doubted it was in any sense comfortable either, especially when he was barely touching him at first. But that tiny bead of more than welcome negative emotion fizzled out just as fast as it came.

He gave up on trying to figure out the enigma that was the little feral fox beside him.

A few more stray tears fell into his lap that he didn't even bother paying attention to, before he practically forced himself to open the candy wrapper and plopped its contents Into his mouth.

Some sense of calm washed over him after the fact. It was barely tangible but it was there, and he figured he knew who to thank for that.

But his back was getting tired from sitting upright for so long, he found that he was generaly more tired than ussuala lately. Nine leaned forward and supported his weight by grabbing the edge of the bed as he let Mangey shift closer to his side.

With the cooling taste of the mint numbing the insides of his mouth and warm presence of another living being leaning onto him, he finally had an anchor point to hold on to and get his emotions in check.

The nigh-toxic sweetness of the candy glued his mouth together, which made talking feel both like a challenge and an achievement.

"Is anyone...did I wake anyone else up?" He finally asked, breaking the silence and addressing the most likely reason for the other fox breaking into his room in the first place.

Meanwhile, Mangey made a noise of disagreement but quickly shrugged afterward.

"I suppose the other two wouldn't just ignore an opportunity to make fun of me in this state huh." Wishful thinking on Nine's part. As much Tails and Sails- and sometimes Sonic honestly, do not forget or forgive once they're out for blood, he knew if they saw him now they would only relentlessly baby him and not let up until he told them what's wrong instead (he wonders that at this point too.) All of which would somehow make him feel worse than being picked on.

Letting out a sigh, he leaned forward even further and crossed his arms over his legs. The sudden shift in support caused Mangey, who did not expect it, to almost fall over. So after letting out a yelp, he threw his legs over the bed and scooted on it fully, leaning back to back with the other.

Nine moved his tails out of the way in the meantime, as having someone sit on them wouldn't be the most comfortable of things.

He suddenly became all too aware of how baren he was.

Finally tearing his gaze from the floor he just realized he was intensely staring at, he looked over the seven mechanical tails lying neatly placed on the table in front of him. He felt that sleeping with them wasn't necessary anymore, and it was much more comfortable when he could freely roll over without the restriction of metal around him.

Besides, no one was supposed to get in his room while it was locked, but someone probably saw it only as a fun puzzle in his way.

Nine narrowed his gaze yet again and looked back at the intruder fox. And while he couldn't hope to see his face, those restless paws of his were nervously fidgeting with the fur on the tip of one of his own double tails, while the other appendage lay neatly placed near his side.

Yea, there was no way in hell to stay angry at Mangey for longer than two minutes.

Returning to stare at nothing, Nine spaced out in the darkness of the room.

But this time, he focused on the warmth pressing against his back, the quiet breathing and heartbeat that reverberated from his chest and bounced off the walls...

And then there was another rumble added to the mix. One that he figured should be quite familiar to him, but never actually heard or produced himself in his life. Plus he doubted he'd be able to purr if he tried it himself anyway.

Even still, it helped him finally relax and unclench most if not all of his strained muscles.

The one thing Nine could always be glad for was Mangey's silence. Despite lacking words, the fox managed to say so much and so loudly with undoubted honesty by his actions and presence alone. (Not to confuse lack of deceit with no sass or attitude mind you.)

And that was more than enough for Nine.

Enough to make him feel more like himself again after..whatever the hell these past three hours were. Scratch that, past these– however long was it since he met Sonic.

Nine let a small smile sit in the corners of his mouth. "Thanks." He softly whispered and despite how barely audible it was, Mangey definitely heard it as he could feel the other fully relax against his back as well and let out a quiet hum.

Nine turned the half-dissolved mint around in his mouth when loud (compared to the drowning silence of the room) cracking, that made Nine's teeth hurt in relation, filled the room.

Mangey bit through the goddamn candy.

Surprised he waited up until now actually, Nine glanced back at the other through the corner of his eye.

"Are your teeth made of steel or what?" A rhetorical question that has been asked multiple times by every possible person who had the honor of giving Mangey any food with a denser consistency, and one that got an appropriate mocking scoff as a response.

Doing a doubletake, Nine noticed a much more glaring issue the other fox brought with him though.

"You- you're seriously laying on my bed with your shoes on?" He directed more of his attention towards Mangey and pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"You run on with those outside all day and then proceed to hop into a bed — my bed — with all that dirt and whatever else is you jump around on all day." He could feel the other tense up again, realizing too late he forgot to add the appropriate amount of sarcasm to his tone to make sure Mangey knew he wasn't actually mad at him, just slightly petty annoyed if that made sense.

Why did he suddenly care about that?

"Don't you act all innocent, take 'em off."

Nine poked him with his elbow gently and with all the affection he could muster in his exhausted state.

The other fox simply grumbled in response and kicked off his shoes to the ground at the opposite side of the bed — which were sure to have woken up someone with their unnecessarily loud thud upon hitting the floor — but not before rolling his eyes.

"...un-be-li-vable." Nine fully surrendered his weight onto the other, and this time making sure the overexaggerated annoyance and headshake were enough of a signal he wasn't all that serious.

His eyes felt sleepy heaviness on them as he caught the dimly lit time of a digital clock sitting on a shelf above the table

4:28 AM

Or maybe the last number was six or three, he couldn't really tell. What it conveyed however was that the previous estimate of three hours of spiraling was incorrect and he rather not think about how much more it would've been had Mangey not invited himself in. In fact, he'd rather not think about anything anymore.

The arbitrary decision on whether to give up tonight's sleep and just continue on into the next day until a sudden and inevitable collapse wasn't given. The soft snores of the one behind him and a tail that wasn't his own that could've easily been classified as a blanket of pure fluff that somehow found his way into his lap didn't give the option.

The amount of his much-needed rest was in the hands of the most skittish, energetic and unpredictable fox one could've left it in, and for some reason Nine was just fine with that.

#sonic prime #prime bros #this started as a small drabble meant for a random post back in like March 2023 #(a fuckin YEAR ago) #and then it spiraled and went forgotten and than I rembered it exists again and uh uh- #yea I'm not a fast writer lmao #anyway #putting Nine through it again #and he gets #a mint :] #and some comfort #this may or may not have been based on my own spiral I went on through during last summer #miles nine prower #nine the fox #mangey tails #mangey the fox #me when I finish writing

[herozdiary]

Merry (late) Christmas, hope you got lots of fun gifts (I unfortunately did not get a handsome emo Swedish boy under my tree this year :(( ) !!

Anyhow, I have an idea, Y/N & Simon sharing their first kiss... under the mistletoe!! >:D

Minty chapstick

Simon x reader

This diary entry contains…kissing | established relationship | fluff | reader is super silly |

ANOTHER REQUESTTTT!!!my Christmas was amazing but it would have been better if Simon was under my tree😓ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!

This was supposed to come out obviously WAYY SOONER BUT I GOT HIT WITH A HUGEEE WRITERS BLOCK! PLEASE SEND IN MORE REQUESTS IM RUNNING LOW ON IDEAS🙏🏾🙏🏾

Christmas time was most people’s favorite time of the year,The decorating,The chilly weather and the presents from Santa were always the best.

It would your first Christmas with Simon.You had one main goal for the night was to steal a kiss from him underneath the mistletoe.

You and him never really had your first real kiss yet,The two of you rarely saw each during the week because of school and important day to day life things.

You realized you guys never kissed when all your friends were talking about their first kisses with their partner but when it came to you,You were completely stumped.

It wasn’t like Simon didn’t want to kiss you,he really did but could never find a proper time to.You always wanted to make the first move but just when your about to lean in,he either has to go or you chicken out.

Well that was gonna change this year as you made it to it number one goal to kiss Simon underneath a mistletoe.You went out a day before Simon was supposed to come over which would be on Christmas Eve.

You went to your local store and was able to snag one early in the morning since most people are still sleep by the time the store was first open.

You smile at the store clerk who rings you up.You notice a tube of your favorite mint chapstick.You grab it before handing it to the girl behind the counter who happily scans it.

“Busy morning for you I guess?I never seen someone come this early”The girl speaks up as she bags your two items before tossing in a candy cane.

“I had to get in some early shopping before everyone woke up and the store became crowded”You say while pulling out your card.

The girl nodded,Watching you carefully swipe your card.”You know,Mint chapstick and a mistletoe?Let me guess trying to kiss a certain someone underneath it”The girl asked while watching your receipt print out before ripping it off the machine and placing it in the bag and pushing the bag towards you.

“My boyfriend,It’s our first Christmas together and I just wanted to have a special moment in it”You say while grabbing the bag,Smiling at the clerk.she just nodded before giving you a small smile back.

The walk back home was pretty quiet.most people were still sleeping or just didn’t wanna go out yet.you were a little nervous for tomorrow.what if it doesn’t go well? What if he doesn’t wanna kiss or even worse…what if he hates your mint chapstick.

You loved this brand of chapstick not only because the smell and taste isn’t too strong and it leaves your lips feeling soft and smooth.Of course,Your thoughts were interrupted when you almost walked past your own house.

Once you were inside,You tossed the bag on the couch while taking your coat off and hanging it on the rack.Your main plan was to prepare the mistletoe and to work on Simon’s gifts.You had gotten him some new cds,a new hoodie and a bottle of cologne.

Nothing to fancy just some things you knew he wanted.You went to your room and got changed into a comfy pair of pajamas and got to work.Setting up the mistletoe to was pretty easy.You knew the best place to put it was the hallway leading to your bedroom and other rooms.

The next things were to wrap his gifts.You got on the pretty black and grey wrapping paper and sat down on the floor,You grabbed a pair of scissors and some tape before turning on a Christmas movie.

You forgot how hard it is to wrap gifts but managed to get most of them wrapped.once you were done you slid them underneath your nicely decorated tree.You smile as you stand up and clean up.You didn’t the time as you look and see it would be around the time you would make dinner.

You didn’t feel like making anything big and just settled on a cup of noodles.finishing up your movie and your food you sat on your couch thinking about Simon’s reaction to his gifts.

You knew he would love them mostly because you’ve caught him staring at them when you guys went out.you stare at the now empty cup before placing it on your coffee table and changing the channel to something else.

You ended up falling asleep while watching a random kids show.You didn’t even clean up your mess or anything as you were too tired to even get up.

By the time you did wake up,It was around 8 and Simon was supposed to be there around 10.You silently cursed to yourself as you shot up off your couch and started to pick up your trash.

You took a small shower,Nothing too fancy as you still needed to clean up your room.Once you were out the shower and were in clean pajamas you put things back in their proper place in your room.

You made up your bed and put everything back in the proper place before you heard a small knock on your front door.You looked at the clock to see it was 10:15.You didn’t worry too much as you got most of the chores you needed to do done.

You rushed to the front door,Your Santa slippers you bought squeaking slightly and you took a peak out the peephole and nearly let out a squeal as you undid the locks on your door and threw yourself at Simon,Wrapping your arms around him as he let out a small chuckle while patting your back.

“You missed me?you just saw me like two days ago”He said while walking in while you followed behind and closed your door.”two days?it felt like forever…”You say dramatically as you redo the locks.

Simon rolled his eyes slightly before plopping on your couch and sighing.”I like your tree,My mom hasn’t put ours up mostly because of how much of a hassle it is putting it up and taking it down”he said while leaning his head on the armrest staring up at you.

You shrug while shuffling to the kitchen.”I mostly keep mine up until I have the energy to take it down.”You say while looking in the fridge.You felt your stomach do flips as you grab a coke from the fridge and pop it open and take a small sip before closing your fridge and turning around.

You looked at the mistletoe hanging above the hallway before looking at Simon who was busy staring at the television,Watching the Christmas program on it.

Your eyes flicked through the two before giving yourself a small pep talk in your head about how easy it would be.

You move out of the kitchen into the hallway before positioning yourself underneath it.”Simonnn”You called out while rocking back and fourth on your feet.he turned his focus to you before making a small confused face.You motion him to come towards you which he does with a small groan.

“What is it?”He asks while placing his cold hands on your waist which made you get all giddy inside before you looked up,His eyes following also before you felt his grasp on your waist get tighter before looking back down at you.

“I wanted our first kiss to be special!so I went out a bought a mistletoe yesterday.”You say while wrapping your arms around his neck.You were a little bit scared to lean in until you saw Simon slowly start to lean in,You followed his lead before you felt his chapped lips press up against your much more smoother ones.

You closed your eyes as you pressed your lips harder.You felt your heart beat a bit faster and your head spin a little.you felt Simon’s grip on your waist get tighter before he pulled away.

“Was that good?”He asked while pulling away a little more.You nodded as you into his brown eyes before smiling.”It was perfect”You say while twirling a piece of his hair around your finger.”are you wearing mint chapstick?it tastes kinda nice…wait that sounds kinda weird”Simon rambled on before slightly cringing at the last thing he said.

You just giggle before shaking your head.”I actually bought it just for this occasion,I’m glad to know you like it.”You say while placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips.

The Christmas season had gotten a whole lot better as you spent the rest of the day making cookies,listening to music and watching the Christmas program that was set for that night.Now the next time you hung out with your friend and the mention of first kisses is brought up you have a good story to tell.

#cry of fear #cry of fear x reader #cry of fear x you #simon henriksson #simon henriksson x reader #character x you #video game x reader #fluff #x reader #x y/n