#i fucking love pasta and white boys

[fragiledate]

the oc brianrot is . its rabies. ok . im sick. im so so ill.

#ive made him an email address. does anyone wanna take me out back the farm pet my head one last time #give me the tastiest treat. #and in the back of the head. shoot me. #this is about samael. my boyfailure. my actual son. im literally eating him . #me soup #im swirling his golden hair in a fork ripping it from his scalp and slurping on that shit #i fucking love pasta and white boys #its spaghetti night guys. #IM SO ILL #IM SO SICK. IM SOOO SICK.

[pocoyo-yo]

PASTA & LOBSTER

SUMMARY: i got a white boy on my roster.. he be feedin me pasta & losbter

WARNINGS: leon!kennedy x black!reader, smut, fem!bodied reader, f/m, unprotected sex, a lil cum eating, dirty talk, doggy (pos.), rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, slapping (ass), lots of degradtion, some praise, situationship, petnames? (lots of 'slut', sweet thing, baby, officer), leon is a meanie but he whimpers, i imagined re4 (remake) leon for this but it can be which ever leon you want tbh

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the aroma of alfredo sauce from the styrafoam to-go boxes filled the motel room— you could see the piles of noodles in the back of the reflection from the mirror.

your face was pressed firm into a pillow while your running mascara dripped onto the cream colored covering.

"stay tonight," harsh breaths left the man above you. "need you all night long.."

you shivered— the harsh jolt of your hips everytime your bodies made contact on that sqeauky bed had you hiccuping on cries.

"hey," you gasped at how quickly your head was yanked up by your now messy hair. "we just started don't you go dumb on me now— talk to me.." the slight growl in slurred voice made you whimper.

your eyes dared to roll back in your head. ".. I'll stay— don't ever wanna go.." you pleaded— heavy pants left your swollen lips.

he chuckled, "god, y're such a slut." his hips tilted upwards at a slight angle— allowing his fat cock to sink further into pussy.

you stuttered on moans— legs trembling while your sticky arousal rolled down your thighs. you could barely breathe— your eyes stung with tears.

his thrusts were practically animalistic— not a sense of empathy or corcern for your wellbeing. sex was never this rough until you met him— you loved it, really loved it, you craved it even until you actually got it. until your muscles were tight and your legs were shaking to point the feeling in your toes had faded to numbness.

"leon.. l— leon," you reached back and pathetically pushed at his abdomen. "it hurts— can't breathe.." you babbled.

a sharp sting landed on your ass cheek making you whine and shake your head weakly.

"y're a fuckin' liar.." leon hissed— yanking your head back even rougher than before. he twirled your hair around his fist— the hair he paid for last time he got back. god, he spoiled you. he had better things— more important things to worry about than spoiling you and yet he still did it.

just for you.

"you said you 'don't ever want to go'— but y're trying to push me away? just the definition of a damn slut.." he mocked you— slapping your ass again and groaning softly at the ripple in your skin.

your brows knitted together as you dug your teeth deep into your bottom lip.

"you said it hurts right? what hurts?" leon questioned— his words were laced with painfully obvious fake sympothy.

his cock slipped almost completely out of your pussy before it sunk back in— the girth had you feeling like you were being stuffed full. your puffy pussy wrapped snug around his cock like a glove— a warm, wet, and tight ass glove that leon kennedy couldn't get enough of.

"y're too," you sniffled. "too deep 'n too big— it hurts.."

leon sighed, "poor baby," he sped up his movements earning a pathetic pornographic moan from your swollen lips. ".. you said you can't breathe? fuck, tell me— why can't you breathe?"

your nails sunk into his hard abs before leon grabbed your wrist— pinning it to your back which made you arch further.

"leon.." you mumbled.

"leon? so it's my fault again?" he scoffed.

you pouted, "y're too big— 'can feel it in my chest!"

"chest?"

"m— mhm.."

he grunted, "but you love it, yeah?" strands of his blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"I— I love you," you moaned. ".. 'love the way you fuck my pussy, lee.."

leon furrowed his brows at two things; the first was the sudden 'i love you' that left your lips and the second was the nickname you said 'lee'. he tried to believe it was because he had you drunk of his cock that you sputtered out those two phrases, but leon kennedy spent enough time with you in bed and out of it to know that you don't just say 'i love you' to anyone no matter how good you feel, and also you absolutely dispised nicknames.

"I know,"

he definitely did not know.

".. only a slut in love with me," leon groaned—chewing on his lip as sweat rolled down the bridge of his nose. ".. would take a fucking like this 'nd beg for more."

you whimpered loudly, "f— fuuuck!" your body shivered at the throbbing heat that pooled in your core.

the wet sound of his cock sinking back in your creamy folds was music to leon's ears. he looked of at the mirror and grinned before he yanked you by the hair to look as well.

"y're so pretty," he grunts— blue eyes hooded as he rolled his hips against you and dragged out his thrusts. ".. so pretty when you just moan and take it without being a bitch about it."

you whined at the tightness forming deep in your gut— eyes rolling back in your head.

"no," leon's thrusts become unapologetic once again— splitting you open with ease while his tip kisses your clit everytime. ".. y're going to watch yourself get fucked by me— gonna watch this slutty pussy of yours take my cock like a champ." he ordered and your lashes fluttered as you stared at the lewd sight through a blurry gaze.

"l— lee please," you cry out— clenching your fists. ".. oh god—"

he chuckled before a grunt left his lips when his cock slipped out of you mid thrust— it was wet and a ring of creamy white dripped around the base onto the sheets. he let go of your hair and you groaned in fustration and looked back over your shoulder, waiting for him to put it back in.

"leon c'mon.." you huff.

leon released the wrist he had pinned to your back and nodded down towards his twitching cock.

"I didn't say to stop lookin in the mirror," he scoffed. ".. fine, you want to be impatient? put it back in yourself."

you kept staring to see if he would let up but he was competely serious— his heavy hand landed on your ass again.

"make sure you watch yourself do it too, understand?"

you looked at yourself in the mirror on the wall and reached back behind yourself.

you clicked your tongue, "I understand, officer."

before leon could respond you wrapped your fist around his cock and pressed yourself against him. you mewled while you rubbed his tip over your wet, pillowly lips before you pushed it inside of your dripping hole— sinking the rest of his length in you until just his heavy balls were pressed firm against your pussy.

leon groaned, "there you go— not that hard right?"

you yanked your hips forward— slipping off of some of his dick, and then you let him slip back inside of you. leon moaned and glared at you in the mirror while your face contorted with pain and pleasure as you fucked yourself on his cock like he was some dildo.

"this is nice.. fuck.. that's my pretty slut," he stroked your back while you threw your ass back on his cock— moaning softly. ".. you like it like this? just using me?"

your cunt ached and you looked at leon in the mirror. ".. I can't reach deep enough, leon," you complain in a quiet, embarrassed whine. ".. need more of your dick.."

leon grinned, "so you need help?"

you nod shlyly.

"words?"

"I need help," you frown embarassedly. ".. officer."

you could see the slight shift in leon's expression when you called him that. the tight tug of his lips and the sharpened gaze of his blue eyes. his large hands gripped your hips and just from how hard he was holding you, you already knew his handprints would bruise your skin.

there was no warning— all you did was scream leon's name at the sudden change in pace.

you clawed at the messy sheets and let tears fall while the loud, agressive claps of your ass filled the room.

"damn y're tight.." he moaned— his skin finding yours so quickly there a slap every other second.

you clenched your teeth and resisted the urge to squeeze your eyes shut and let your pleasure take over. it didn't look like leon was watching you but you knew he was— another slip up and he'd be on your ass; no cumming for another hour at least and you couldn't handle that.

"ooh," you sobbed— eyes stinging with tears. ".. shit! shit! shit!"

"missed this pussy," leon babbled— whimpers flowing from his parted lips. "missed seein ya like this— missed fuckin ya like this. when it comes t'making it back home— knowin' you'd give it up t'me so easy s'one hell of a motivater.."

you sniffled, "m'close.. make me cum, lee.." your hand snaked in between your thighs and rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

leon grunted, "don't ya worry— I make this pussy cream everytime I'm in it, don't I?" he hovered over (and close to) you— forcing himself deeper.

your gummy walls were squeezing him with no remorse— pussy spasming around his cock while your body shook uncontrollably.

the tightness in your belly relaxed— the pace of your finger tips quickening over your clit. ".. l— leon!" you cried out— your release rolling down his cock.

leon hivered and let his his head loll back in between his shoulders. "f— fuck that's it," his thrusts grew sloppy as your sticky cum smeared over his cock and dark brown happy trail that led down from his belly button. ".. o— oh my god.. oh my god that's a good little slut.." leon whined before he pulled out of you suddenly.

"on your knees— press those pretty tits together.." he panted heavily.

you quickly scrambled on your knees, cupping your tits and squishing them close together.

leon stared down at you with flushed cheeks— his fist dragging up and down his cock while you batted your lashes up at him. your hair was a tangled mess thanks to him, your eyes were puffy along with your lips thanks to him, cheeks stained with mascara tears thanks to him too, the bruises and kissmarks on your skin thanks to leon s. kennedy himself.

just the concept that he did that to you had leon gulping at the sight.

"f— fuck oh fuck," he whimpered— pre-cum rolling down from the red tip. ".. c'mon c'mon gonna cum all over those fuckin' tits. y're mine. y— y're my slutty girl who let's me fuck her pussy whenever I want, yeah?"

you nod with a lazy grin, "m'yours leon— this is only your slutty pussy.."

leon panted, "that's right.. oh fuck—" he stiffened up as ropes of his hot release landed on your tits while he fucked his fist— little whines leaving him as he came down from his high. his white cum was splattered across your brown skin— some of his already dripping down the curve of yout tits.

you coated your fingertips in his release before you popped them into your mouth— humming at his taste.

you giggled, "thank you, officer."

leon let go of his softening dick before he leaned down and kissed you— it was surprising gentle, his pink lips brushed over your lips before he slipped his tongue in the crevase of your mouth. his teeh tugged on your bottom lip while you ran your fingers through his blond hair.

"you're perfect," he repeated against your plump lips. ".. you're perfect, sweet thing.. fuckin' perfect."

leon s. kennedy was just like, if not worse than you, when it came to saying 'i love you'.

the man has had so much luck with women that it didn't feel all that lucky anymore. the words weren't really in his vocab at this point, but you didn't hate him for not saying the phrase back because you loved him.

though a close second to 'i love you' for leon kennedy was perfection— he never liked to throw that around willy-nilly either. so for now in this.. whatever it was between you two, that was your 'i love you too' and you were grateful to him that he felt close to same way you did.

"let's shower before the motel throws us out.." leon grumbled.

you smiled and kissed his nose, ".. one more time in the shower then, officer kennedy?"

"god," leon scoffed. ".. you're absolute perfection, baby."

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil leon #re4 leon #smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #black reader #this is my white boy of the month #anyway stream area codes #hes so fine omfg i need him #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #ik leon aint no officer in re4 but that word is hotter than agent

[apollosfavkiddo]

Helloo!!! im in such a Jason Grace era these days and fics for him are SO limited in the fandom?? its actually super sad. i loved your previous jason fic smm, Would you consider making a Jason x fem!reader where Jason just has a veryy bad day, he gets overwhelmed by everything and everyone, and he just cries into reader's arms and she comforts him?

i feel like he deserved to just cry it all out atleast once, considering the amount of pressure the poor boy has had from everything :( so i would lovee to read about that!

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content: jason grace x fem!reader

warnings: angst but then it’s fluff, kinda short, cursing, 5’3 (1,60m) reader, life in New Rome!

a/n: HA LOOK WHO’S POSTING TWICE IN JUST ONE DAY???? hehehe i love this request so much my boo deserves more in his life i don’t fucking care.

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Sometimes it’s just too hard to be Jason Grace.

The mighty son of Jupiter. Pontifex Maximus. Counselor of the Zeus cabin. Juno’s Champion. Hero of Omlympus. Centurion of the Fifth Cohoort.

The titles were endless. And so was the work.

And everyone, and i mean everyone, counted on him for various things and reasons.

“Hey Jason, are you coming to capture the flag?” Annabeth asked, every week.

“Hey superman, come to bunker 9!” As always, Leo wanting to show him some new cool tricks or projects.

“Oi, sparky! Can you help me pick an outfit for my date?” Piper would ask him.

He was just so tired. He just wanted to tell them all to fuck themselves.

But he would never. He was too noble to do that. He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew his friends were needing him and he was… well, being a human and an young adult, taking care of his own stuff.

So when he got home from another endless day, back to his shared apartment in New Rome and to his beautiful girlfriend, who made him his favorite dessert - brownies with caramel and peanuts -, he broke down almost instantly.

Obviously, you ran towards him, scooping him in your arms - which was a difficult task, since he was almost a whole foot taller than you - but you did it anyways, pulling him close to your body, letting him sob in your shoulder as you tried to soothe him.

You had never seen him cry like that, clinging on you for dears life. Once again, he was never one to show his real feelings to anyone, not even your or Thalia.

You scooted him in your arms, rubbing soft circles at his back while you whispered small ‘shh’s and ‘it’s gonna be okay’s in his ear, the both of you say in the floor of your cozy apartment.

After a few minutes of compulsive crying, your shoulder and the upper part of your white tank top completely soaked in hot, wet tears, he finally calmed down - at least a little.

“Hey, honey.” You finally whisper into his ear as he pulls away from your embrace, eyes all puffy and red as he sniffles and wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

“Hey..” He mumbles, his tone low and cracked as you kept caressing his hair smoothly. You caressed his hair and gave a soft and gentle kiss so his cheek.

“Are you okay?” You were answered with a soft nod of his head as he scooted closer to you, snuggling against you warm body and keeping his head on your chest. He looked like a five year old child, and that made you smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.. not now. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice all mushy and muffled by his cheek tightly pressed against you body.

“Of course it is, my love. Do you want to eat? We have pasta with that sauce you like.” She said between little kisses in his eyes, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and his lips. “And i made you your favorite brownies.”

“Mmhmm…” He let out a content mumble, finally pulling away from him and giving you a kiss on the lips. “After that i… after that i’ll talk to you, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay. But you have to eat before. Come on, i’ll help you get up.” She said as she got up and held out her hand for him to grab.

You finally got on your feet, and you turned around to reheat the food. When you were at the oven, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he kept the closest he could to you.

Soon, the food was on the table, and the doorbell rang. It was the girl that walked with your dog. You thanked her and pulled Thor, your golden retriever, inside the house.

He immediately went to Jason, wiggling his tail and giving him the biggest licks in the world while the blond laughed.

You smiled at the sight. You knew that he was obviously hurting with something, and you were going to discover with what, but, right now, he just needed some love.

You gave him just that, as you ate together chilling and chatting about your days, you talking more than him.

He helped you with the laundry while you washed the dishes, and the chores were finished very quickly. You went back and cuddled up on the couch, a massive ball of fur, aka your dog, resting comfortably between you two.

You heard when Jason sighed and felt his shoulders shaking, showing his impending collapse, once again. You cyy it deles him closer to you as he cried and cried. His sobs were the only thing heard in the house.

Ten minutes later, when he was calmer, you were stroking his hair in the softest way you could, making sure he would be ready to talk.

“I-i’m just so… tired. Of everything and everyone. It’s- i know it’s selfish, but i can’t help but want to just… ran away. To just stay with you and Thor and give up on the rest of the world.” He said, his words are muffled and smudgy as he holds onto you.

“I know, baby… You shouldn’t work yourself out. You’re doing too much. More than you should, and you know that. You have too much work.” She said, kissing the top of his head.

“I just- i can’t let them just, you know, alone. It’s.. i can’t.” The son of Jupiter said, crying more.

“Honey, they won’t be alone. We have Reyna and Frank and Percy and lots of other people that you can use some help from. You’re not alone. Ever.” She said, reassuringly.

“But-“

“No buts. You’re gonna take a week off, and we’re just gonna hang out here, together, with Thor. No works, no college, no Pontifex Maximus stuff. Just y/n and Jason. And that’s not a request.”

He mumbles something but snuggles closer to you. “Fine. As long as we’re together.”

a/n: i’m literally so proud of myself bro, i got to do two, TWO works today. i’m evolving boos

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x you #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa

[sunofpandora]

Indigenous Men.

This is a rant but but me simp for a minute yall please.

Now, as a child who grew up in an indigenous household, I’ve had my share of exposure to fictional indigenous men.

(That’s maybe why I write fanfic about tall, blue, indigenous men but idk it’s just a theory.)

I was little when I first watched avatar but lemme tell yall one thing.

I was not looking at Mr. Sully. No sir.

You know who I was looking at?

C’mon now Mr. Thick slick and handsome don’t act like you don’t see me 🫶🏽🤭

I was down so BAD for this man. I used to draw him with my little box of crayons when I was a kid and pretend we got married.

He’s a warrior.

He’s strong.

Hes so fucking hot guys you can’t even fight me on this one.

It always kinda made me mad as a kid when a character choose someone else over the clear, green flagged indigenous male character.

Now, Neytiri is NOT an example of this. She never loved Tsu’tey romantically, and Jake was a better choice for her of course.

But you know what movie pissed me off the MOST when it came to this trope?

No, scratch that, the og of this trope??

Now I could spend hours talking about this movie and how incredibly fucked up it is. But we’re not gonna go there rn.

(That movie cover actually brings back so many memories for me. We had VHS when I was a kid and we used to draw with whiteboard markers on the vhs box movie covers and make fun of John smith.)

I watched this movie for one sole purpose when I was little.

And no. It wasn’t for John Smith’s tea drinking pudding ass.

IT WAS FOR HIM

I used to get so peeved at ‘Pocahontas’ (her name was Matoaka.)

This was the man of 8 year old me’s DREAMS and we’re going after Mr. Ken the Colonizer!?

Like c’mere baby boy if she don’t want you I’ll take you 🤷🏽‍♀️😔

And Mrs. Neytiri, Mrs. Fictional adaption of Matoaka that I no longer associate with the real person,

Trust me, I get it, I really do. I too have a white (half white, he’s mixed but he’s got an Italian accent, straight hair and slightly tanned skin.)

I too have a snow bunny man on my roster. He do be feeding be pasta and lobster.

If it ain’t snowing I might not be going.

But indigenous men will always have my heart 👆🏽😭

In conclusion

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #neteyam x reader #Kocoum was so fine #neteyam #avatar the way of water #jake avatar #avatar fanfiction #neytiri #lo’ak x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam x you #I need more Tsu’tey x reader #tsu’tey avatar #tsu’tey te rangloa ateyitan

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.15

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: Y/n is invited of cooking with Flo and gets a little drunk.

Warning: Kinda cringe (I'm sorry)/ alcohol/ Swearing/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 790 words

Florence Pugh invited her on her cooking show. She was excited to go with her, she loved to cook, and she was friends with Flo. She brought Callum with her, and Callum brought Austin. When she arrived, she hugged Florence and took the apron that she gave her. It was a white one with pomegranate all over it. ‘’I’m so excited!’’ she squeals. Y/n chuckles and kiss Callum before Florence goes live.

‘’It’s cooking with Flo, bitches!’’ she puts the knife in the cutting board. ‘’And Y/n is here!’’ Flo exclaims, hugging her again. ‘’Hey everyone! How’s everyone doing?’’ they look in the chat for the answers and then, they look at each other before laughing for no reason. ‘’Guys, today we’re going to do chicken Cajun alfredo, or whatever the order is. But for the drink, I made Y/n’s favorite, a rum n’ coke!’’ she gives her the glass and they tap their glass together before starting to pace around the kitchen to get the ingredients. ‘’By the way, if you hear people talking behind, it’s my husband and my husband’s husband’’ Y/n laughs. Austin, Callum and Florence burst out laughing, Y/n is proud of her joke, as she joins the group laughing.

‘’So now the chicken is seasoned – ‘’ Y/n impulsive thought took control as she slapped the chicken, like she would slap someone’s ass. ‘’- Mate, what the fuck’’ Florence’s smoker laugh took over her laugh, which made Y/n laugh even more. ‘’How many drinks did they have?’’ Austin asked, chuckling. ‘’I don’t know’’ Callum laughed. Y/n was out of breath from laughing so much. ‘’Okay, where were we?’’ she laughed again. Florence took a sip of her drink before looking at her friend. ‘’We have to cook the chicken’’ she explained. ‘’Oh, we should put music!’’ Y/n suggested. Florence nodded before she hit shuffle on her playlist, the first song that came to their ear was Vente Pa’ Ca by Ricky Martin ft Maluma. ‘’I love that song!’’ Y/n exclaimed as she took Florence hands to dance. ‘’The chicken is going to burn, love’’ Callum warned. As Y/n lip synced, Florence quickly took care of the piece of meat.

The pasta was almost done, so was the chicken, Florence and Y/n had about 3 drinks, Austin and Callum’s cheeks were hurting from laughing so much; Y/n was unhinged. Every thought that went through her head, she shared it. ‘’I think I would’ve been burned alive if I lived in Salem when the trial happened, because I have great tits and an opinion.’’ She said, touching the side of her tits, laughing. ‘’I’m hot, they want to make me hotter’’ she giggled. Florence face palmed as she stirred the pastas. ‘’I think you had enough to drink’’ Callum laughed. Y/n nods in agreeing with him. ‘’We’re going to take a little bit of pasta water before dumping it. That’s the secret, pasta water!’’ Y/n exclaims as she takes a scoop of the pasta water. ‘’Someone in the chat said that Callum and Austin are the parents and we’re the children’’ Florence laughs.

‘’Ok! It’s done! Look at how pretty it is!’’ Y/n says as she shows the plate to the camera. ‘’Austin, Callum, come and taste!’’ Florence says. The boys come behind the girls, Callum puts his hands on Y/n’s waist, making her giggle. ‘’That smells amazing!’’ Austin comments. ‘’Yeah, it does!’’ Callum adds. As they take a bite of the food, Y/n and Florence looks at each other. ‘’It’s so fucking good!’’ Y/n exclaims. Florence nods and chuckles. ‘’Babe, you need to come on the show more often’’ Florence says. ‘’I’ll gladly come back’’ Y/n smiles. Austin and Callum take a bite at the food and smile. ‘’That is Gordon Ramsey level’’ Austin exclaims. ‘’It’s really good, oh my! I love it’’ he smiles.

‘’Okay guys, so that was cooking with Flo and Y/n, bitches! See you next time!’’ Florence says as she stops her live. ‘’That was really fun! Thank you so much for the invite’’ Y/n hugs Flo. ‘’You’re welcome here any time. Maybe with less drinks’’ She laughs. Callum agrees as he puts his arm around Y/n’s waist. ‘’Ouh! Next time we can cook shrimp tacos!’’ Y/n proposed. Florence nods as she says goodbye to Austin.

The aftermath of the video on the internet is good. People are saying that Drunk Y/n is unhinged, the fact that Y/n called Austin her husband’s husband is funny, Florence needs to invite Y/n again, Callum’s love contact is physical touch and many more stuff. Y/n was a little bit embarrassed about things she said, but overall she had a really great time, and she wanted to do it again…

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #austin butler #florence pugh #actress!reader

[boujiestpoet]

Oh...that's not

Summary: Lando starts dropping cryptic love messages in his instagram, getting fans excited until they discover who he is talking about, and he HARD luanches his new (not really new tho) girl.

Face Claim: THE ONE AND ONLY RYAN DESTINY

tw: racism (miscroagressions, taking inspiration by some types of fans when their white boy of the months starts dating a girl with a little bit of melanin)

THIS IS A REMINDER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION I DON'T KNOW NONE OF THESE PEOPLE, AND THIS WORK DO NOT REPRESENT WHO THEY ARE

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oscarpiastri Did you wrote that yourself mate?

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amaran1fan: So you are receiving pasta and lobsta

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[jocelynscrazyideas]

Baby I’m home! | Nico Hischier x Reader

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Warnings: smut, language, not much of dirty talk (there literally is none).

Summary: Nico come back from a roadie in Minnesota, they had lost their chance to get into the playoffs. Nico gets h0rny and…

A:N- HELP I’m so tired it’s so hard to keep writing, again I don’t have faith that I’ll like this piece but I spent 2 days trying to write it so here 🫶😉🍇

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After a roadie Nico returns home. The devs went to Minnesota and they had lost. Originally you were asked to come, actually the coaching staff were going to pay for some of the WAGs to go. Last time, the boys had gotten in a huge argument about the gameplay, and who should be on the first lineup. That’s not in their hands, it’s in the coaches and the stats of the players. Anyway, to keep them from miss behaving, the women were allowed to come.

“Baby!” Nico yells out for me in his American accent. He’s wearing his white tank top that stretch over his back and biceps, wow. He’s a smoke show.

“I wish you went! The Girls went out to the bars and the boys stayed behind and watched bar fights break out.” Nico explains. I’m actually quite nervous that he’s not showing any emotions.

Why is this loss so important? Because it was the devils last chance to win or even tie the game to get into the playoffs. Statistically in team stats overall no, they shouldn’t make it, but in number in points from each individual players had, yes they would have made it and probably win. John is an incredible defender, and so is Luke. Jack is a beautifully gifted skater and Jesper has the moves to skate within seconds across the whole rink. Ofcirese, Nico. My beautiful man. He is the most manly boy in the team, big muscles, coordination, and most importantly his social media presence. Everyone loves him.

I mean I love him.

“I know! I’m sorry.” I shout from our bedroom upstairs. Hear bags drop from downstairs and I think I hear some mumbling. I didn’t go on the roadie because I had work and I’m getting the worst headache for the last week.

“I brought up some meds. Does it still hurt?” Nico questioned and he pulls his tank top off and threw it onto our hamper that rots in our closet. Holy heaven of Abs. He’s just so fucking lovable, I don’t care about the fact he’s hot, but the way he carries himslef, he knows that no matter what he does, it’ll be intentional for him.

“Yes, thank you bubba.” I responded as I take the bottle of pills and take two pills. Yes, my head hurts so much I took two.

“Can we grab something to eat? I hungry.” Nico asked as he takes me by my hips.

He grasped onto my hips and ricks me back and forth, I can hear his stomach growl as he rests his head onto my shoulder. He shoved his head into the crook of my neck, I can feel him take my perfume from my body and pull it into his lungs. He’s smiling, I can feel his lips against my ear, and he starts to wrap his legs around my feet.

He starts to hurt me around and now I’m facing him, he’s looking straight into my eyes. He takes my hand and he places it to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, and it’s pounding. My stomach drops as he sweeps my from my feet and onto the bed.

“Do you want food? Or we can stay in and shower, then you know do whatever.” Nico suggested, I can feel him slipping away from me. He gets up and grabs his bag.

“You better not get your gear! Its stinks!” I yell after him as nico turns to the stairs to grab his away game items.

“Baby!” Nico shouts for me. “Can you grab some milk? I wnat pasta.” Nico I a sucker for some creamy and thick pasta.

I run down the stairs and I slide into the kitchen in my socks. I have on my- well Nico’s favorite shirt on me, it’s a blue halter top that wraps around my neck with beads, it has shells laces together at the bottom almost as if it were a belly chain, and the shirt is cropped above my belly button and it’s ribbed. It’s cute, but it works better for a swimsuit cover up.

“You look sexy.” Nico slips as he eyes my shorts.

Nico,a boxers are a bit to big for me butt I slide them on anyway, and the best part is that it’s plain black, so it really does match my outfit, it’s called my “I don’t fucking care” outfit. I love the outfit, nice and short and skin tight so I can get every little breeze in, especially since it’s March and season is almost over.

“Are you gonna grab the milk? Also while you’re at it could you grab the packaged rav?” Nico requested as he slips his old man slippers on. He collects his supply’s such as a pan, the milk I gave him and the ravioli, and of course some pesto. It’s not really pasta, but he diced up some cheese, slipped some butter in the ravioli, and he stirred everything together. He lets it set as he grabs two plates. I didn’t wnat any but he knew I haven’t eaten since he left. He puts some buttered pesto cheesy ravioli on my plate and as the man he is, he cooked it so he gets more. He just flips the pan upside down and gathers all of the pasta.

He finished up with dishes since we finished the ravioli, it was delicious.

“So, you wanna shower?” Nico asked me and I can feel him getting really close to me. He picks my hands up and we start to slow dance to the sound of construction in the neighborhood.

“Yeah, well YOU need to shower more, you’re stinky.” I say in a sarcastic way. He looks me dead in the eye and he picks me up. He carry’s me up the stairs and he throws me down onto the bed.

The blunt force of getting absolutely demolished by this man felt oddly great. He pulls my hair to the side and he starts to kiss my neck. I feel his stubble graze my skin. He’s warm breath is trapped in between my jawline and his lips. He pulls away and rubs his chest, he walks out of the room.

I hear the shower turn on, he moans along the sound of water hitting the grout in the bathroom. Nico enters the room eyeing his next meal.

Me.

I took my clothes off and I lay back as if I didn’t move. Nico runs towards me and kisses my forehead all the way down to my belly button. He licks my creases. He holds my breasts as he nibbles down onto my thigh. He looks up at me grinning, and I understand what is about to happen.

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Water is everywhere. Nico had picked me up and slid his pants off. We had been teasing eachother for about three minutes, then he got to needy. His very hard veiny cock hits his abdomen every time I kiss him, it’s like it has its on pulse.

“Never stop.” Nico says as I go down to my knees. I kiss his v-line and he holds onto my hair. He grips onto me and he pressed his back against the wall. I lick his tip, and then I start to pump. I again start to take him into my mouth, I feel like gagging, it’s so gross, I c at take the taste of cum, but for him I will. I start to moan, enjoying my time trying to please him. Nico throws his head back and starts to get loud, he bangs his hand against the opposite wall, and he’s hunched over. I have very little space to suck. The water starts to get cold so I get up from going down on him. I turn the water to a hotter temperature and I massage his biceps, he starts to get really really warm. He dick is really pushed up against himself.

Nico looks like he’s going to cum, I mean he already did in my mouth, but now he’s opening his mouth anbd says “Turn.” One work that this man says to me and I fold. Nico takes me by my waist and bends down. He’s on one knee as he grips onto me. Nico pumps himself, he’s jerking hard enough to cause me cum. He starts to kiss me down under. I look down and he’s on both knees now, making love to my pussy.

I start to move, I can’t take it anymore, I pull his hand away from my upper body and force three fingers up my hole.

“Woah, woah, you can’t get it to fast.” Nico pulls out and sucks on his finger. He gets up and he pulls me onto his chest. I feel his cock on my back. I turn on my heels and I find Nico smirking down at me. I lay down in the shower as steam fills the large room.

“Legs.” Nico says, but in his switz accent. I do as I’m told and I start to run my clit.

“You’re soaking.” Nico eyes my pussy as he pumps into me. I feel his tip, now his whole cock is inside. He’s warm, and I can feel him twitch as he try’s to say, “can I?” He’s asking for approval to start moving, and I oblige.

“Yes, and of fucking course I’m soaking.” I say as I look up towards the hot water. Nico develops red dots on his back as he starts to thrust himself into me.

“Come for me baby.”

I start to moan and I feel him practically in my lungs. He stands up as he starts to cum. Strings of our future kids are coming out of my 3rd favorite piece of him.

“Oh baby.” I look at him and his dimples are showing. I start to cum again when I see him stand up.

I push him back down as I throw myslef on top of him. I sit on him and his friend. I take a minute to catch my breath as I relax to take him. It’s been four days since we’ve had sex. I push my hand onto his chest and my other in his abs, I can feel him cum, streams of warm substance fills me, and I take myself off of him. I sit in his face and he licks me clean, but that’s before I start to cum into his mouth.

“Let’s clean up, so we can do it again later.” Nico request as I get up and I start to clean up my hair from the knots it’s been tangled into. I grab shampoo and lather it onto Nico’s head and into mine. I feel Nico wash his head as the water falls into my crevices.

We warm up and dry off and Nico swoops me up again and he snuggles me into his arms as he turns our heated blanket on. I’m stuck in his large arms and I’m glad it’s him I can feel poking up at me again.

“Baby, I’m glad you’re home.” I say as I turn my head around to kiss his cheek.

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[satorubi]

𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 — FT. GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS ⋮ you give gojo a very special gift for his birthday.

— CW ⋮ f! reader, dom! gojo, established relationship au, cum tasting, breeding, blowjob, tittyfucking, doggystyle, usage of profanity, usage of pet names such as love/slut/pretty girl

— NOTES ⋮ i posted this a while ago but tumblr removed it so here i am reposting. some things have been revised and edited. anyway, happy early bday to the one and only satoru <333

the faint sound of pnd’s her way echoed off of the walls as gojo stepped foot into your high-rise apartment. he could place together a smell of his favorite dishes, an incent you always burned, and the delicious chanel fragrance he loved to breathe in when embracing you.

“baby? you here?” he calls out, growing a bit anxious when he hears no response.

setting his keys on the counter, he wandered into your bedroom. to his surprise, he found his pretty girlfriend dressed in nothing but a thin piece of laced lingerie. it was white— his favorite color on you, with your hair curled just how he liked it and body oil covering your shape; making it glisten.

“like what you see?” you question, an innocent gaze in you as eyes as you peered up at his lengthy stance. he could barely utter out a sentence, you looked almost edible.

“all this for me?” he asks, cupping your cheek with his hand and pressing his lips onto yours. before he could get too excited, you placed your hands on his chest to shun him away.

“not so fast, birthday boy. we have pasta to eat. i spent a good amount of time on it too,” you comment. gojo’s tongue runs across the bottom of his lip before placing another kiss onto your lips.

“ah, i kinda got a taste for somethin’ else. somethin’ soft, and wet,” he says in between pecks. you giggle, not dismissing his serious facial expression. don’t get him wrong, he adored your cooking. he would’ve much rather had your homemade dishes than the nasty bar food he had earlier with his friends, but you just looked too fucking good.

“no. i want you to eat before it’s cold—“

“and i’m gonna’ eat it,” he cuts off, “i just want a little appetizer first.”

gojo’s lips meet yours again, only this time, more slowly than the last. it felt like he was sucking at your lips rather than kissing them. you could taste the cool mint flavor on his tongue, the gum he had in his mouth still being there as he tongued you down.

you sat up from your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, nails scratching at his fresh undercut. the smacking of both your lips only grew louder as the heated make out session continued. you moaned and he groaned, a hand coming down to palm your ass cheek. he juggled the flesh in his hands before pulling his lips from yours to catch a breath.

“what do you say, baby? gonna’ let me get a taste? i know you want one too.”

and of course, you whisper “yes,” causing a smile to form on his lips. he kissed you once more before sending a smack to your ass, your mind already knowing what he wants. with your stomach meeting the silk sheets, your ass perked high into the air, waiting for him to make any type of move.

“god, it’s so fuckin’pretty,” he breaths, undoing the drawstring of his grey sweatpants. you could hear his heavy cock spring out and make a thud against his stomach. you began to whine and wiggle your ass, trying to get him to put it in already, but he wanted to take his time with you tonight.

his slender fingers eventually found their way to your hole, letting him curl and jolt in and out of you steadily. “this pussy’s so we. ready for me aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“g-gojo that feels s’good,” you whimper, extending your arms out in front of your to grip at the mattress. his fingers continue to feel the insides of your sopping cunt, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched you begin to fuck his fingers. your whimpers had him twitching— literally. the pretty cock attached to his shaft began to jump a bit at the sight of you.

“i can’t wait to taste you,” he mumbles under his breath, loud enough for you to hear making you clamp around his fingers. “can’t wait to fill you full.”

“wanna’ taste you too gojo.”

he chuckles, “yeah? such a slut f’ me. how bout’ i fuck that pretty face of yours?”

you'd practically nodded before he could finish his sentence, smiling as you climbed out of bed and onto your knees. your hands sat on your lap as you waited for the green light from him, as giddy as ever.

“someone’s excited, like suckin’ my dick that much?”

you laugh, taking his big cock in your small hand and placing it directly on top of your face—his length almost reaching the top of your forehead, “only yours.”

gojo grins, flexing his lower abdomen to make his cock thump and move against your face causing you to smile blissfully. within a blink of an eye, your tongue licked a long stripe from his base to his tip making him give you a small, ‘shit’ under his breath. his white tank top has now risen just above his tummy, gojo holding on to the fabric with his teeth.

it was a heavenly view for the both of you.

the sounds of your sucking made his cock dance in your mouth, the twitching making you laugh around him, “feels good, hm? don’t squirm so much,” you joke, latching your mouth back onto him swiftly. the scene of you bobbing your head left him speechless.

“i can’t help it, baby. you do this shit so well— do the little thing you do— yeah, yes, yes,” he mumbles as you swallow him whole. the tip of him hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. as you pulled away, a trail of saliva followed behind you. and you slurped it right back up, now suckling on his tip as if it were candy.

“you’re a fuckin’ gem,” he praised, “love watchin’ you be such a slut, sweetheart. you look so pretty doin’ this to me.”

you pulled your mouth away with a pop and batted your lashes, “yeah? gonna cum for me, satoru?” using both hands to stroke him, you maintained eye contact while muttering praises of encouragement.

“wait, wait, wait, baby. i wanna’ try somethin’,” he hisses, pulling back from your hold. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden stop, “scoot back against the wall and take your bra off.”

despite the many questions that popped into your head, you obliged— doing exactly as he told. you still had drool all over your lips from earlier, but you were ready for more— you were going to get exactly that, too.

without wasting any more time, gojo guided your hands to your breasts, mumbling a simple “hold em’ like this,” as he pushed them together. at first, you sat there still dazed, but then he began to stick his cock in between the two, thrusting upwards slowly.

he was titty fucking you.

it was something he’d always thought about but never acted on. it wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, but it never came up in conversation. seeing how aroused he’d gotten from the gesture makes you think you should’ve done it a long time ago.

“god-fuckin’-damn,” he groans, throwing his head back in pure delight. his hands moved to cup your face as his cock slid between your tits, the already oily skin making it easier for him to pick up speed. “could do this all day—fuck.”

by the look on his face, gojo could feel his tummy boiling over with pleasure like a pot on a stove. you knew he hated cumming before you, claiming it was ‘embarrassing’ but he couldn’t exactly help it. his lips were slightly parted and small suppressed whimpers threatened to escape mouth, completely in awe. he was trying to hold off but everything felt entirely too good.

“ohh—fuck! i’m cumming, baby— aah,” he moaned, a little bit louder than he intended to. spurts of white painted your chest like a canvas as you watched your boyfriend stare down at you with a smile on his face.

you gently let go of your tits, releasing gojo’s aching cock. out of curiosity, your two fingers slowly scoop some of his dripping ecstasy from your chest and into your mouth, sucking on your fingers to get a quick taste. “mmh, made me all messy, satoru,” you giggle.

he kisses you gently, not really giving a fuck and tasting himself on your lips. after all, it was his mess and he liked to clean up after himself. “i’m bout’ to do it again, get on the bed. spread those legs too, wanna’ see my pretty pussy,”

his pretty pussy— the words making you all the more damp as you climb onto the mattress, ass up face down position of course; gojo’s favorite. the white thong that hid between your cheeks was now pulled to the side to reveal your glistening cunt, leaving gojo’s dick hurting from the throb.

“hold it open. i wanna’ get a closer look,” he instructed. your pretty nails helped spread your ass open, two pretty holes staring back at him, “fuckin’ masterpiece.”

cheeks growing warm, you whine, “put it in gojo— fuck.”

a small swat to your right cheek shut you up rather quickly, “don’t be like that. it’s my birthday, lemme’ admire my cake,” he teased, the pun only making you whip around and glare at him.

gojo spat on your pussy and his dick while holding his large cock in his hands after what felt like an eternity of torture. his tip brushed against your opening as he cautiously slipped inside you. it felt like he was tapping on your barricade, asking to be let in. he was so wide, but you handled the stretch like an expert.

“open up for me.”

“ouuu-gojo! slower baby, y-you’re too big,” you whine, earning a deep chuckle from him as he gently stroked your pussy. the creamy sounds of him sliding in and out of you made your eyes travel to the back of your head as you whispered his name.

“c’mon sweet thing, you got it.”

the rasp in his voice had your heart fluttering— your pussy too; hips beginning to move, pussy gliding along his cock. gojo softly began to match your pace. his cock was being pulled in and out of you and you loved every second of it, “i-it feels good toru,” you whine, “so, so fucking good, baby.”

your compliments were like a green light, and gojo’s hips began to accelerate as your ass made a thunderous clap with each thrust. the heat of your cunt around him caused you to hear sounds from gojo that you had never heard before. he was completely engrossed in the paradise in front of him.

to gojo satoru, this was heaven and you were indeed an angel.

he’d realized how thankful he was to have someone like you. someone so sweet and attentive and observant— everything he’d ever wanted. fuck all of the presents and the material things. seeing you like this was one of the best gifts he could’ve ever received.

“eughh—toruu! r-right there,” you plead. he was so gravitated toward you— your ass jiggling with everyone meeting to his pelvis, the pretty cries you let out, the gushing sound of your cunt fucking him back mercilessly— satoru fucking adored you.

“right here?” he asks, pushing down on your lower back as he fucked you into the mattress, “gonna’ fuck a baby into this pretty lil’ cunt, you’d like that wouldn’t you pretty girl?”

“t-toruuu—feel like m’ gonna- like m’ gonna’ c-cum,” you whisper. you tensed as his hand reached around you and under your pudge, lifting your hips to fix your broken arch. he then wrapped both hands around your neck, bullying his cock into from behind while using your throat for balance.

“yeah? gonna’ cum on me like a good girl?” his erotic words didn’t fail to make your body shudder as small droplets of your euphoria shot from your hole; juices covering both gojo’s cock and lower belly as he continued to hit it from behind.

you could barely utter a word due to his grip on your neck— but you loved it all. the moan you could let out sounded more like a grunt as your eyes crossed in a daze.

“aah— knew you could do it, pretty girl, always take me so well. l-love you s’much, gonna’ cum. where do you want—fuck— want it baby?” he asks, only seconds away from his orgasm.

“in, in, in! mmm—cum in me!”

swiftly, gojo pulled you against him, your back coming into contact with his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. as he placed tiny kisses on your neck and shoulder, gojo grazed his tip against that perfect spot about twice more before completely letting himself go. his warmth spilled into you, filling you full as he tried not to be so loud. although you couldn’t look into his eyes at that exact moment, gojo made it as intimate as ever.

“god, you’re perfect, so perfect—y/n, fuck!”

the two of you stayed in that position for bit until gojo came down from his pleasure rush. the grip your cunt had on his cock was still so tight as he slowly pulled out of you, mind dizzy from the intensity of his climax. you laid limp on the mattress as gojo took comfort directly next to you, pulling your now sore body into his chest.

“thank you,” he mumbles, taking in the way your pretty doe eyes look at him with nothing but admiration.

“for what?”

“for being the best gift i could ever ask for.”

SUUNMIC 2022 — ©️ all rights reserved to @suunmic . please refrain from copying as your own.

#☆彡saturn writes :) #GOJO BDAY GOJO BDAY #i’m early again but idc #gojo x black reader #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #gojo smut #jjk smut

[masonmyluv]

Part 10

A/N: the last part 🥲

Warnings: smut, virginity loss; and also Ferran being a dick sorry Ferran fans xx

Read the whole story here

You hummed, snuggling closer to your pillow. Or so you thought. You were cuddling Fermin, the boy sleeping peacefully, but having an arm wrapped around your waist as your leg was draped over him. Shit you thought. How did you end up like this?

Fermin stirred in his sleep, turning on his side, facing you. Your leg fell from his hips, but was still intertwined with his. You took a second to admire his beautiful features. And again, you asked yourself how did you get so lucky. His eyebrows, his nose, his lips... everything was perfect.

"Morning" he said in husky voice, tightening his grip around you, eyes still closed. "Morning, sleepy beauty" you joked. He opened his eyes, falling immediately on your face. He thought how did he get so lucky to have you in his bed and in his arms. You were so beautiful. "Looks like the pillow wall wouldn't have worked" he said, referring to the position you were both in. "You are a great pillow" you laughed. "I'm glad to hear that" he said, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. "Good morning kiss?" You asked. "You read my mind, love" he chuckled, pecking your lips. "Do you have any classes today?" He asked, after he turned on his back, stretching for a bit. "In the evening, but I'm not going" you said, placing your head on his chest. "Bad bad girl" he teased.

"And you? When do you have training?"

"In two hours"

"What?! But you said in the afternoon!"

"I lied. Oops" he shrugged.

"Fermin López!"

"What? A little white lie didn't hurt anyone" he said. "Would've you stayed if I told you the truth?" He asked and you shook your head. "But don't lie ever again" you said. "I promise" he sealed it with a kiss to your lips. "We should get breakfast then. Because we don't want you late for training" you tutted, getting up. "When you're in my bed, I don't want to ever get up" he smirked. "Cheeky, Fermin, cheeky".

After you had breakfast, he was getting ready for training and you helped him pack his boots. "Thanks, love. I'll see you soon" he said, pecking your lips. "Good luck today".

—

"Why's Fermin smiling so much?" Pedri asked. "He didn't even care that I nutmegged him" Lamine whined. "I just had a good night sleep" Fermin shrugged. "With Y/N?" Gavi smirked and Fermin looked away. "I knew it!". "So Fermin finally got laid?" Ferran asked. "My love life is my business, not yours" Fermin said. "Oh come on. If I had a girlfriend like Y/N, I would take every chance I get. Have you see how good she looks?" Ferran said. "Don't do something stupid" Pedri whispered to Fermin, who was flaming red. "Keep my girlfriend's name out of your fucking filthy mouth, yeah?" Fermin muttered, bumping his shoulder into the other player. "Ferran, cut it" Pedri warned his friend. "It's not my fault he's a pussy" Ferran shrugged. "Shut the fuck up! None of this is your damn business" Fermin snapped. "Come on, let's go" Gavi said. For once in his life, he had to tame the spirits.

"I hope you forgot what happened"

"Can't. How he talked about Y/N..." Fermin said.

"You love her. You stood up for her" Gavi said as the two boys walked into Fermin's house. "I guess I do love her. She's quite amazing" Fermin smiled when he saw you in his kitchen. "I got a déjà-vu from when you were sick and she was cooking" Gavi grinned, taking his shoes off. "Hey love" Fermin said, wrapping his arms around you. "Hi, baby. Shit, the pasta is already boiled". "Hey Y/N" Gavi said while Fermin was still kissing all over your face. "Hi, Gavi. I hope you guys are you hungry" you giggled, pushing Fermin away. "Oh yes! And it smells amazing here" Gavi said. "Go change" you urged Fermin who didn't seem to want to let you go. Weird, you thought.

"So... how's going?" Gavi asked. "Good, I guess" you said, stirring the pasta into the sauce. "I'm happy for you, but don't tell Fermin I said this" he whispered, noticing your boyfriend making his way back to the kitchen. "What are you guys whispering about? We should eat, I'm starving" Fermin said. "Bon appétit" you chuckled. "You don't have to be jealous of me, Fermin. I won't steal your girl" Gavi joked, but Fermin turned somehow serious. "Did something happen at training?" You asked. "I think it's better if you tell her" Gavi said. "Delicious food Y/N, but gotta go. See you tomorrow, Fermin" he added.

—

"So... what do you have to tell me?" You asked as you both sat on the coach. "Nothing. Gavi's talking shit" Fermin said. "Really? Then I can call him and—". "Alright. No need for that" Fermin said. "Today Ferran said some things about you and I just lost it". "I hope you didn't do something stupid" you said. "No. Just told him to never talk about my life like that. And about you, of course" he said softly. "So he said something bad if it pissed you off" you said. "Yeah... made me feel insecure".

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm not your type" he shrugged. "Fermin" you chuckled, straddling his lap. "Told you not to worry about that. I'm with you because I like you" you said. "I know, but—" you cut him off with a kiss. "I love you" you whispered. "You do?" He asked. "Yeah. I mean I don't know for sure since I never had a boyfriend before, but I care about you a lot, and I miss you so much when you're away" you blushed, confessing all you had felt these weeks. "Then I think I love you too because I miss you a lot" he chuckled, placing his hands on your hips. "Well l, that's good" you hummed, pressing your lips to his. You didn't know what aroused you that much, but without thinking, you rolled your hips against his. Twice, before he groaned into your mouth. "We don't have to—" he tried to say, but you couldn't get enough of him. "I only want you, Fermin" you whispered, pulling away. "Y/N" he groaned. "You're making it hard for me". "Maybe I want it hard" you shrugged. "I said I'm willing to wait. It doesn't have to be now" he said. "I'm ready. I want it with you" you blushed. "But take it slow" you added. "Of course. Will make you feel good, yeah?" He smirked, taking his t-shirt off. "W-what?" You blinked. "So you feel comfortable. Touch me, Y/N" he urged, taking your hands and putting them on his shoulders. "What are they feeding you with?" You asked, tracing the lines of his pecs, then down to his abs. He looked massive, packed with muscles. He chuckled, his hands going under your his hoodie, on your bare back. "Is that okay? If I take it off?" He asked and you nodded. He slowly pulled the hoodie over your head, then pulled you into an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue fighting for dominance with you, while you still explored each other. His skin felt soft when you touched it and you got goosebumps when he traced his fingers on your jawline. "We should take it to the bedroom" he suggested. You didn't want to let him go, so you koala-hugged him, at which he chuckled. "Alright. I'll carry you upstairs". "That's what all the muscles are for" you said, kissing his neck. He chuckled again, trying to ease your nerves.

He carefully sat on the bed with you still sitting on his lap. "Hey... you okay?" He asked softly. You didn't want to look at him. He would see right through you. "We don't have to do it now" he said, pulling back so he could see your face. "I want to, but...I'm scared" you whispered. "You don't have to be. If you want to stop, we'll stop yeah?" He said. "But I'm ready, I just..." you shrugged. "I don't even know" you whispered. "It's okay. No pressure" he said, trying to get up. "No, Fermin! I fucking want it now with you" you said. "Okay but you don't have to get mad" he surrendered. "Fuck's sake, sometimes you're a pussy" you rolled your eyes. "What did you say?" He smirked, climbing on top of you. "That you're a pussy" you gulped, squirming under his intense gaze. "The only pussy here is your wet one" he said, pressing a kiss on your neck. "W-what?". "Oh shit sorry... I didn't want to—". "I liked it" you blushed. "Such a dirty girl" he smirked. "Can I take it off?" He pinched your bra. "Yeah... if you take off your pants". He smirked when your eyes widened. "Yes, baby, you made me like this" he said, his dick hard against his boxers. "But I'm not even that—". "Shush... you're perfect yeah? And these babies are perfect" he said and you didn't even realised he unclipped your bra, letting it fall on the bed. You got shy all of a sudden, no other man has seen you like this, but this was Fermin. You trusted him.

His kisses on your skin made your panties wet, and the extra attention he gave to your breasts had you a moaning mess: he sucked your nipples until they became hard, then he softly pinched them, making your arch your back. "Fuck...so responsive" he smirked, pulling you into another kiss, while his hand made its way to your leggings. "Take them off" you breathed. "You're so beautiful" Fermin praised, pressing his fingers to your underwear. "Fuck" you moaned. "I'm taking them off... don't get shy on me" he chuckled, pulling down your soaked panties. "I told you not to get shy on me" he tutted when you instantly closed your legs. "I'm sorry... It's just...". "No one's ever seen you like this" he finished for you. "I feel honoured to be the first and the last" he said, before forcefully opening your legs and exposing you to him. You squirmed under his gaze, feeling yourself get even wetter.

Meanwhile Fermin admired you and he meant what he said: he wanted to be your first and your last. Nothing in between. "I'll have to get you ready for me yeah?" He asked, dipping his head down. "W-what are you doing?" You asked. "Kissing you". "Down there?" You asked and your innocence turned him on even more. "Just relax, baby" he said, before licking up your slit, then wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. "Fuck Fermin" you moaned, twisting his blonde locks between your fingers. You've never experienced something like this before, but you wanted it again for sure. "Fuck... you taste amazing" he said, pressing his lips to yours so you could taste yourself. "I'm gonna add a finger inside... it may hurt" he said, pushing one finger into your hole. "Ah fuck..." you moaned. "Fuck you're so tight" he groaned, pushing his finger in and out of you. "F-Fermin...". "You're doing so well, love..." he whispered, adding another finger. "F-Fermin... I need to use the bathroom" you said, feeling a weird sensation in your lower tummy. He chuckled, adding some speed to his fingers as you came around him, moaning and squirming under him.

He peppered kisses to your chest while you gained your breath after the first orgasm of your life. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked. "No, Fermin, it was amazing" you said, pecking his lips. "You're ready for me..." he said, groaning at the thought of filling you up. He got up, looking for a condom in his night stand. "How did you....". "I didn't use any. My mates got me this because, you know, I already told you" he said, blushing. "Yeah yeah, you didn't fuck anyone" you chuckled. "Can say that" he shrugged, pulling his boxers down. You gulped, seeing the size of him. "Is that going to fit?" You asked. "Don't worry yeah? Just try to relax and if it gets too much, just tell me and I'll stop" he said, rolling the condom on. "I'll take it easy..." he said, positioning his tip at your entrance and teasing you. "It feels weird" you admitted shyly. "You'll get used after a few times. But for the first one, just try to relax" he said, slowly pushing in. You bit your lip, he was almost half way in as he told you you were doing so good. "Fermin..." you cried. "Yes, I know, I know it hurts, but I'm not moving until you tell me" he said, being fully in and stretching you out painfully. "You're taking me so well, love. So proud of you" he kept praising you as you adjusted to him. You looked up to meet his eyes already looking at you with concern. "It's too much" he said. "No, no... it's okay... you can move" you said. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you". "Yes, I'm sure. Make me feel good, Fermin" you whispered.

With slow moves at first and soft kisses to your lips, he bottomed out and then back in a few times. The pain slowly faded away and you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving some marks on his back. "I think I'm close" you moaned. "Yeah I can feel you clenching around me" he smirked, bringing his hand to your clit. "Fermin what— oh" you moaned louder when he flicked his fingers over you clit, bringing you closer to your climax. "Let go when you're ready, love" he whispered. You cried out when you came on his dick and he praised you again, pulling out of you. He ran to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to help you clean up, but you decided it was better to take a shower since, you know, blood. He helped you and was a sweetheart all the time, then you cuddled in bed together.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. "Good, but I still feel something there" you blushed. "It's normal. Maybe you'll feel it next time too, but then we can enjoy it properly" he said. "Next time?" You asked. "Yeah, baby. Don't want to let you go ever" he smirked, kissing your lips. "Did you ever think we'll end up together?" You asked. "To be honest, I was waiting for it since the first year" he replied. "I had a massive crush on you, that's why I sat near you in the first class". "I always asked myself why did you sit there" you chuckled. "Because I liked you. And I knew you'd help me when I couldn't come to classes" he explained. "I liked you too, but you were famous so...". "Yeah that can be intimidating" he laughed. "Very. I have to get used to it. Fermin López's girlfriend" you said proudly. "I like how that sounds. And we can keep it secret for some time. Although, the boys will tease me about it every day" he chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, but then I want the world to know that Fermin López is not single anymore". "You really enjoy it, huh?" He smirked. "Claro que sí" you winked. "Te amo" he whispered against your lips. "Love you too" you said before he kissed you again.

Hope you like it 🥰

And surprise! I’ll write an epilogue 😼 so stay tuned

#fermin lopez #football imagine #fermin lopez marin #fermin lopez smut #fermin lopez fluff #fermin lopez imagine #fermin lopez x reader #fermin x reader

[faded-euphoria]

if you would be so willing to give me some Graves headcanons? PLEASE🫴

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA plz i live him and yes he will be a good boy in this

sfw/ lots of food hcs also i have more so lemme know if you want more

Phillip Graves Casual Headcanons

He like having his chin scratched

IM NOT SORRY FOR THAT BUT HE DOES

i'm pretty sure this guy is late 30's but stressed as shit so he looks a little older

hes a god on the grill but if you ask him to boil pasta you're house will be on fire

he gets mad when his favorite football team doesn't win and yes it would be alabama

he sounds like he's from South Virgina/Northern Tennessee

he never lived on a farm but he had so many friends that did back in high school

definitely has mommy issues

would be supportive of lgbtqia+ but would 100% not get it

he'd try so hard to remember to use preferred pronouns but he'd fuck up and apologize profusely

knows every single shadow company member

blames himself for every single person that dies on all the missions he's been on

loves those Payday peanut bars

he drinks Diet Coke and Coke Zero

his favorite food is a big ass greasy hamburger with pickles, lettuce, tomato, mayo, mustard, cheese, ketchup, and onion rings on it with fries on the side

He's lowkey republican with a seasoning of democrat

he hates chicken nuggets but loves alligator nuggets even though they're literally exactly the same thing

will eat deep fried pickles

his favorite color is tan

he wears flesh colored shirts and khaki shorts or button ups and blue jeans depending on the weather

knows how to ride a horse better than george washington

he washes his ass but not his legs

will go weeks not shaving his beard and then he'll feel gross and shave

sneezes like theres a megaphone attached to his nose

if he's sick he acts like he's on his deathbed

listens to old taylor swift music and know all the lyrics to White Horse.

#phillip graves #graves x reader #graves mw2 #cod mwii #mw2 xreader #mw2 x reader #mw2 headcanons #mw2 hcs

[blacklegsanjiii]

Sanji's birthdays and how it's celebrated throughout the AUs

Happy birthday to the most easily transferable child in all the blues!!!!!! 🥳🎂🎉🎈

It's long and it's not every au but!!!!! It's most of them that are more fleshed out and

Warlord!Sanji: Zeff knows he should ban them all but he made Mihawk take the kid so this is penance, and Sanji is smiling so brightly and calling them all his parents as Boa sticks a party hat on him and the family photo is a photo no one is ever going to believe a poor waiter took as they insisted "Uncle Zeff should be in it"

Golden!Sanji: It's a quiet affair, there's not even cake, it's just a normal day. Sanji finds a present on his bed and it's a book of tales specifically about the All Blue. He hugs Mihawk and thanks him.

Golden!ASL(Sanji's the s, RIP Sabo): It is very much a big thing. All their birthdays are. Luffy and Ace help Mihawk make and decorate the cake(Ace helps make it and Luffy does most of the decorating), put up decorations("Luffy please don't snap your limbs like rubber bands, Ace these are flammable-quit flying around!"), and a present they all picked out. It's a knife set in a chef roll. Sanji hugs them all and thanks them.

Shirohige!Sanji: Gets to make the menu and not the food. He is banned from the kitchen for the day. When Ace joins it's much easier because they're in so much fucking love you don't understand, Sanji is willing to take a day off for this boy, even if it his birthday(when it's Ace's he makes sure Ace only eats the food he makes)

Trafalgar!Sanji: They don't celebrate anything, he only celebrates it because Luffy found out and made him. Law thinks it's ridiculous they now have to celebrate living thanks to Sanji's boyfriend/captain making them. Ridiculous.

NBL!Sanji: it's a medium affair, there's cake and a present but no decorations and it's far more mellow than Golden!ASL but just a bit bigger than Golden!Sanji.

Hancock!Sanji: It's a royal affair of course they go all out, who do you take them for? Marines?

ASL+S: They bring home Sanji's preferred animal somehow, someway. In all of the ASL+S AUs.

Blue!Sanji: The quads always loved spicy seafood pasta. Sanji eats it every birthday. Judge always made something sweet for it, usually a pudding.

Clown!Sanji: Buggy's crew loves throwing parties, Sanji's first birthday with the crew is the biggest party they've ever thrown. Sanji's not sure how they could ever top it. And every year they do.

Redhair!Sanji: Shanks puts his coat on Sanji and lets him be captain for the day. It's the only day of the year that mutiny is not threatened.

Croc!Sanji: Oh he's blowing money. And everyone is swooning for the little prince of Baroque Works. Even Daz is smiling.

White heart!Sanji(Trafalgar+Shirohige): The crews all get together to celebrate Ace's and Sanji's birthdays and their wedding. Law lets Bepo be protective as hell. But the feast is grand and they party like there's no tomorrow.

Fishman!Sanji: Cookbooks and maps from almost the whole island. He spends the whole day reading(and the next several months)

Revolutionary!Sanji: they don't celebrate, Sabo and Sanji do not know each other's or Koala's birthdays. They do celebrate Sabo and Sanji's anniversary and Dragon tries to make sure they can be together for that(the Okama start giving them lube soon as the know, Sanji has the biggest stockpile in the blues)

Donquixote!Sanji: The four Cs: Cocaine. Cake. Cigarettes. Chaos.

Loved!Sanji: He used to spend it with his family. He still does. A royal party and a birthday shared with his brothers. But at night it's just him and Luffy and a spare cupcake Sanji snagged just for them.

Nico!Sanji: The celebration is an exchange of stories about their moms every year, private and calm.

Charlotte!Sanji: Katakuri visits him and they catch up. Katakuri loves his little brother and how free he is. He doesn't give Sanji a present, never will. Just wishes him happy birthday and receives a letter for his.

Friend!Sanji: Spends a birthday in a town with one of his friends every year. Gets woken up with breakfast and sent out to play and be a kid. He brings whoever it is back to the Baratie for dinner and cake.

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #vinsmoke sanji #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #all the aus #sanlu #lusan #sabosan #acesan #sanji #sanji day #sanace

[theemporium]

omg can we please have some fluff with Danny and Plus size reader celebrating?

or them having a cute night out/in?

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“Red or white?”

Daniel turned his head away from the takeout menu he was looking at, his phone still pressed against his ear as the call ran through. He shot you a look, though the smile growing on his face made it clear he couldn’t keep a straight face around you.

“Ouch, tough crowd,” you murmured with a teasing smile, already holding a bottle of his own branded cabernet in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. “I really think you should make some white wine though.”

He let out a snort, a quick and bashful noise. “There goes your anniversary present.”

“You made me a wine, Ricciardo? Oh wow, you’ve set the bar high for my next boyfriend,” you commented, and the second you were within arm’s length, he was reaching out for you.

With his right hand still holding his phone to his ear, he wrapped his left arm completely around your middle, squeezing you into his side. He rested his head against your stomach, grinning a little when you placed the bottle and glasses down and let your hand drop to his curls.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna just go and pick it up?” you asked, your eyes glazing over the Italian menu he had sprawled over the table. You didn’t even have to tell him your order, your boy knew you. “It’s just down the—“

“And get you out of this?” Daniel shook his head. “Baby, that would be a crime.”

It had been a lazy day for you both. With it being summer break and no work duties for another two weeks, you had been soaking in the days spent with your boy.

The first half of the season had been downright brilliant for Daniel, ending almost every race weekend on the podium and even a handful on the top step. He was used to fast pace and high speeds, but right now, he just wanted to embrace these quiet nights in with you.

Especially if it meant you were prancing around the apartment in just one of his Enchante t-shirts and a pair of panties.

“You’re a simple man to please, Ricciardo,” you teased after he had placed the order in, dropping his phone to the table and turning his full attention to you.

His hands gripped your thick thighs, squeezing the fat generously before he moved up to cup your ass. He looked up at you, his chin pressed into the soft tissue of your stomach and he grinned.

“What more could I need than you?” he asked, and that alone answered more than needed to be said.

“I love you,” you murmured, your eyes glancing over his face with a wistful sigh before you leaned down to press a kiss against his lips. “And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“I’d be nothing without you, honey,” he murmured, a cheesy smile on his face and his cheeks blushing your favourite shade of pink. “Now, c’mon, choose the movie we are going to ignore for the rest of the evening.”

You let out a soft gasp when the sound of him slapping your ass echoed through the room.

But Daniel stood up, only chuckling at the look on your face before he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands cupping your face.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips, his chest tightening at the way you smiled in response. “And I can’t wait to stuff you with pasta before I stuff you with my c—”

“Danny!” You playfully slapped his chest, your face burning at the intention of his words but he quickly caught your hand and wrapped his arms around you.

“Sorry not sorry, pretty girl, guess I just become a caveman around you,” he mused. “But seriously, one glass of that wine and having that pretty ass in front of me, I really won’t be able to help myself.”

You laughed. “Well, there goes my surprise.”

Daniel paused, his brows furrowed together. “What surprise?”

But you only smiled, pulling out of his hold so you could make your way toward the living room to set the movie up.

“Baby! Don’t do this to me! What surprise?!”

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[the-fluff-piece]

"I just want some f**ing wine"

Sanji x fem!reader modern day AU

for the stressed millenial who just wants to be pampered and loved unconditionally

-> find part 2 here

-> and part 3 here

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You have a typical bad date at a good restaurant - which gets crashed (or saved) by the handsome chef that has a thing for you.

This is with a fem!reader in mind. Who is very exhausted and unnerved.

involves fun things like swearing, smoking and alcohol. But no smut. We are not having so much fun 🤨

For additional flavour, check the corresponding moodboard

Your evening was horrible, it even beat your day of totally unnecessary meetings. Sitting opposite Thomas, your blind date for the evening, was a test for your mental health. He went on and about his ex-girlfriend, who, as he told you, was absolutely crazy, stupid, hysterical and he was so over her after almost a year. Yeah buddy, tell yourself that.

And that after he had been so extremely nice on the dating app where you met him. Shame. He was actually good looking and had a stable job, he was funny and smart. And still hung up on his ex for some reason. By now, you knew everything about her. You sipped at your wine, bored out of your mind by the next story about how horrible she was on their last vacation together. At least the wine and food were excellent. Thomas picked the location. Bet he was here with his ex, too. You see a waiter running around and wave with your glass to indicate that you need a refill. He swiftly came by and asked: “The pinot grigio again?”. You just nodded, that wine was tasty. “Or might I recommend the wine our chef has picked to be paired with the main course?”

“No thank you, I'll have more of the pinot.” you insisted. Better stay with what you know.

The waiter, however, came back with another glass as you listened to Thomas now talking bad about other dates he had found on the app. Oh boy, do you think I now feel better than the others? Knowing how you talk about women you dated? You think, only noticing in the last moment that the wine you were brought was red instead of white. “Excuse me”, you call the waiter back. “This isn’t the pinot?”

“Chef’s recommendation, he said it’s on the house”, the waiter informs you with an apologetic smile.

Free booze! “Tell him my thanks”, you say as politely as possible. This evening just got better.

“You know, you shouldn’t drink so much”, Thomas commented on your second glass of wine with a well intended, but ultimately unnerving wink. Yeah, just destroy my happiness, you think as you already feel a bit guilty. You knew you shouldn’t indulge. Just like you should work out regularly, stop smoking and eat more veggies than instant ramen. Since this was your first date in ages with no other currently in sight, you set the glass down and ate something of the incredibly tasty pasta you were served. The sauce was just the right consistency and tasted of fresh herbs, tomatoes and childhood summer evenings. So delicious you actually had to sigh. And it went so perfectly with the wine. Another sip.

“Y/n, what do you think?” Thomas asked, it was all of his monologue you could hear.

“What?”

“I asked what do you think about the elections?” he repeated his question, talking very loud and clearly.

Fuck, politics. It would be wise to know about that before this got serious, but you where exhausted. “Uhm” you eloquently started, “I think elections are important for democracy.”

Thomas turned into the blank face emoji. It looked funny enough. Needing a pick-you-up, you excused yourself and pretended to go to the bathroom. Instead you headed to the small garden of the restaurant to have a secret smoke. The cold wind was refreshing and you took out your zippo. Looking at the childish motif you had to smile– a cute comic reindeer eating ice cream. It was it a moose? Tanuki? Never mind.

Zip, zip

only a few sparks, no flame.

Ok, trusty zippo, don’t leave me hanging.

Zip, zip,zip...nothing.

“Fuck”

The clicking of your futile attempts goes on and on – until finally, the sound of an igniting flame. You shield your cigarette from the wind when you realize it wasn’t yours that actually worked. A flame is held against the tip of your cigarette, you breathe in, igniting it and inhaling the first draft of sweet smoke.

“Oh thank yooouuuuu” you started your sentence well but screwed up at the end, sounding like a screeching car instead of a human. Unprepared to stare into the clearest and most fascinating blue eyes you have ever seen, your cigarette almost fell out of your gaping mouth. The eyes were embedded in a perfect, male face. He was tall, blonde, with a perfectly groomed goatee and creamy-white skin. His blonde hair was expertly styled and fell over one of his eyes. You noticed that the eyebrow that was not covered with a golden lock was bent into an elegant curl. His perfect mouth gave you a warm smile as he said: “You’re welcome, my lady.” He took a draw from his own cigarette. It looked like in ads. If you wouldn’t have been smoking since you were 14, that would have been the time to start.

Unable to resist you looked him up and down. Tall, slender, long legs. He was wearing a fine taylored suit, complete with a west and tie, an ensemble that accentuated his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Trying to act like a normal person you pried your gaze away and politely ignored him. Besides, it was ridiculous to drool over a guy of that calibre. While on a date with another. You tried to stay realistic, your blonde gentleman surely already had a girlfriend. Or two. Probably just as pretty.

Watching your last puff of smoke curl in the night sky, you decided to get back and give this date your sincerest efforts, like a real adult would. You turned to throw the gleaming bud in the trash.

“Whoa” the blonde model man stood far too near to you. When did he move closer? Unable to stop the momentum of your turn, you bumped into his chest.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there” you blurted out and smiled out of pure embarrassment.

“No worries” he said confidently. “OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SO CUTE” he squeaked, a total contrast to his previous demeanor, staring at your face, visibly blushing.

“Uhm, thank you…?” you said with a clear question mark at the end of your sentence.

“I hope you like the wine I picked for you, my lady” he continued like nothing happened, still smoking.

“Uhm what?” you asked.

“The red wine. Goes with the pasta. A perfect combination. From the look on your face, you enjoyed it” he explained matter of factly, looking all cool and business again. “After my shift, we can drink some more together.”

Was he hitting on you? He must have seen that you were with someone.

“I am actually on a date…” you voice trailed off.

“That’s a date? Looks like a piece of work” he says and chuckles. “I can show you a really good time. I'm Sanji, what's your name?” he said with a bow, clearly courting you now. And getting a bit creepy.

“You know, I gotta go now” you excused yourself and quickly returned inside.

“Wait till you taste my dessert!” he shouted behind you.

What a strange guy, looking like an actor while acting like a total creep. You didn’t get it, a handsome man like that wouldn’t need to be so pushy. A bit of charm and every woman in sight would eat out of his hand. You sat down at the table again, Thomas was scrolling on his phone, barely acknowledging your presence. He wasn’t much but at least you knew what kind of man he was: after a bad breakup he got a little bitter, and judgy. But other than that, he was better than most. Wasn’t that the best you could hope for? Everyone told you that your standards were too high.

Just as your thoughts took a gloomy turn, the waiter sat down a beautifully decorated plate in front of you with a crème brulée and strawberry sauce.

Thomas looked up from his phone to inform the waiter that they didn’t order that. The waiter looked uncomfortable as he answered: “A gift from the kitchen. On the house. For the lady.”

Perplexed, you twisted and turned in your chair until you caught a glimpse of the kitchen entrance, and, unsurprisingly, there stood a tall, handsome man, now with an apron over his fine suit, and winked lewdly at you.

You already drank the wine. Free dessert couldn’t hurt. Besides, shifts in the kitchen ended really late, you would be gone until he was free. You dug in. The crust on the sweet treat was crispy caramel with a vanilla cream underneath. You couldn’t help it, a pronounced “mhmm” escaped your mouth as you savoured every bite. It felt like the most comforting thing in the world, it tasted like coming home after a long day. To a real, cozy home. A feeling you were barely able to enjoy anymore, being too stressed and exhausted to even properly relax. This was your treat after a long week and you ate with your eyes closed.

“You like it?” you heard Sanji's voice in your ear, much to close. Startled, you wanted to jump up but instead just pushed the chair back, falling backwards. The chef caught you casually with one hand and sat the chair back in the floor.

“You’re so beautiful when you enjoy something” he praised you with a husky, soft voice. The dreamy expression on his face was almost too much.

“Excuse me, who are you? Can you believe this guy...?" Thomas spat the words out angrily, looking at the scene with disbelief.

"I cannot believe you can be sitting in front of the cutest Lady in the world and you stare at your phone? Your loss” you heard Sanji say in a taunting voice, suddenly sounding like a street thug.

"I want to talk to the manager" Thomas demanded, standing up.

"Let's everyone just calm down, because there is no problem and nothing" You tried to save the evening while the two men attacked each other with hostile glares. "Thank you for the dessert, it was delicious" you say to Sanji, whose eyes have turned into hearts the moment you adressed him. And turning to Thomas you say "let's just get the cheque and call it a night. It was a nice date, let's do that again some time!" You may not have sounded entirely convincing, but it was enought that both of them backed off, muttering curses.

While splitting the cheque and getting ready ti go, you heard loud noises coming from the kitchen - and lots of cursing.

Sanji

Zeff beat him up really good that night, stupid waiter snitched on him hitting on guests yet again. The restaurant couldn't take one more bad review about him.

But he just couldn't help himself. Watching her face light up as she ate his food was unresistable to him, having a quiet smoke together and watching her suck on the cigarette, blowing out the steam from her perfect lips...he couln't resist.

As Jeff kicked his ass out of the restaurant, ending Sanji's shift early, he decided to call it a day and get home. His feet hurt from standing in the kitchen all day and he was tired from the long hours he worked. Lighting a cigarette, he decided to walk the rest of the way home, he could use a little exercise.

The night air was fresh and the streets empty and quiet. He often walked home alone after work. The loneliness was both soothing after a stressful day, but it also made him painfully aware that no one was beside him, no hand he could hold, no one that would need his jacket to keep warm.

He imagined the girl from the restaurant walking beside him. She looked tired, unnerved when she came in. Nothing special. But when she got the chance to relax, her whole being seemed to change. She enjoyed life's pleasures intensely, fully. And to his eyes, she became a princess. He imagined her with him, grumpy and tired - until Sanji gave her his jacket, put his arm around her and kissed her hair. His head spun a fantasy of her beautiful smile that was just for him - causing him smile in reality. Alone. He swore that if he ever found her again, he would do anything to make her enjoy herself again.

His little fantasy improved his mood and he hummed french chansons all the way back home. His apartment building was old, but charming. It was usually pretty quiet and empty when he left around noon, and dark and deserted when he got back in the middle of the night. He hardly ever met the other inhabitants. That night, one of the flats still had some light in it. He looked up - his cigarette escaped his mouth and fell on the cobblestone of the street.

It was her, no mistake. She leaned out of a window and had one last smoke before bed, he figured. He watched, mesmerized, as her little mouth puffed out tiny clouds.

She lived just next to him, all this time. Fate has brought her to his restaurant tonight, it was meant to be! He stared a few more minutes until she was finished and retreated back inside, switching of the lights.

A tiny flame illuminated Sanji's face as he lit another cigarette. "I'll win your heart, my princess. Just you wait."

Now that you've read the whole thing, let me know in the comments if you liked this slow burn! 👇

I am planning more parts where Sanji tries to win your heart and you get to know him better as a person, there will be hot moments and endearing situations. Please let me know what you would love to read! I srly absolutely need your people's written feedback on this because it's a niche and I am no good writing into the void. Dm, comment, reblog kath cryptic tags....anything.

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[morningberriesao3]

MWMD - Touch My Skin

Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve has a sore back. If only there was someone who could work out all those knots...

Word Count: 3.3K

Chapter: 2 of 6 CHAPTER LIST

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Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use.

Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending

Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’

May 14th, 1986

Steve helped Eddie shower a total of thirteen times. But who’s counting?

But now, Eddie can move a little bit better. He has the strength to stand for longer periods of time. His maimed chest doesn’t pull as tight when he stretches in certain directions. The ache under his scars has dulled to a tolerable throb.

He can reach his dick. And he’s tugged one out everyday since discovering that for the first time all over again. He wasn’t lying that he felt like he’d been edged – especially with Harrington’s hands all over him throughout the weeks.

It was bittersweet when they both agreed that Eddie could manage to bathe alone.

Steve still helps him wrap his wounds. Most have closed past the point of reopening, but the deeper ones – like the one over his chest with his missing nipple, or right under that one, by his ribs – are still flaking scabs and oozing white and red. Steve helps rub ointment on them, even though they’re both aware that Eddie could now do it by himself.

But over the weeks they’ve fallen into a routine.

Steve helps Eddie, and Eddie tries to reciprocate by cooking meals and cleaning Steve’s clothes. Their relationship is confusingly physical but Eddie chalks it up as the aftermath of a near-death experience.

Small touches on their shoulders. Thighs pressed against thighs on the living room couch. And yes, dressing wounds that Eddie might be able to manage himself, but neither of them allow that to happen.

They don’t really talk about the times in the shower. It’s like a secret that they’re keeping from even themselves.

They especially don’t talk about how Steve would strip his own shirt off to keep it from getting wet and soapy. Or how each time he helped clean Eddie, he got more confident with his hands. Or how, without fail, Eddie’s cock would start straining right in front of Harrington like a fucking flag, no matter how many times he jerked himself off that morning.

Look, you turn me on, it said.

Eddie has an inkling that Steve knows he’s gay by now. But that’s just one more thing they don’t talk about. Because Steve is straight as an arrow and acknowledging something like Eddie’s dumb crush would smash the frailty of whatever the fuck their friendship has turned into.

Steve sleeps on Eddie’s couch. Wayne had accepted their new roommate without protest, pulling three of his mugs out after his evening shifts – right when Steve and Eddie usually wake up – instead of two.

“The Harrington boy, huh?” Wayne asks one too many times.

“We’re just friends,” Eddie answers each and every one of them.

Today, Steve gets home from his shift at Family Video early. Wayne is still home, eating something before heading off to his own shift. Eddie made spaghetti Bolognese – but really it’s just pasta with canned tomato sauce and a very small amount of fried hamburger mixed inside.

“Steve,” Eddie greets, raising his eyebrows at the sight of a scowling jock, “you’re home early. Grab a plate, I made enough for, like, three days. Very much on purpose and not because pasta portions are confusing.”

Eddie hopes he isn’t the only one who never measures spaghetti right.

Steve reaches into one of the cupboards for a plate, which he manages fine, but groans out a sound of pain when he lowers it to the countertops.

“You alright, man?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, fine.” Steve reaches around to squeeze at the flesh of his lower back. Eddie tries not to choke on his bite of spaghetti as he watches that hand grope at a place he wishes he could touch himself. “Keith sent me home early ‘cause my back is out. I was reshelving the returns unacceptably slow, apparently.”

“Shit, man.” Eddie stands from his spot at the small table. “Let me get you a Tylenol.”

“No, Eddie, sit down. I’m here to take care of you, not the other way around.”

“Don’t bark orders at me like a child, Harrington. I’m capable of getting you a Tylenol from the bathroom.”

“I can get it myself, Munson.”

“No! Sit down and let me –”

“You sit down!”

“Let me get you a goddamn Tylenol –”

“Well,” Wayne grumbles, standing from the table to loudly clatter his plate into the sink, effectively cutting off the two boys from their bickering, “that’s my cue to leave. Lemme know who ends up gettin’ the Tylenol when I get back home.”

Eddie feels his face get hot. His uncle knows he has this stupid crush, as much as he tries to deny it.

“Bye, Uncle Wayne,” he mumbles, not taking his eyes from Harrington while he says it.

He crosses his arms. It’s a stare down, neither boy moving from their positions. Neither boy peeling their eyes off the other. The door behind them closes.

Then it’s a mad dash to the bathroom.

With Steve’s former jock status, he’s faster than Eddie, and Eddie is still a little bit sore so that’s another point against him. But the thing about Eddie – he’s less afraid than Steve to play dirty.

He grabs the other’s shoulders with a bruising grip and pulls him backwards. Steve tumbles behind Eddie with a disgruntled noise bursting from somewhere within him. He nearly lands on his ass, but manages to steady himself as Eddie takes the remaining few leaps to the bathroom door, yelling, “Fuck you, Harrington!” as loud as he can behind him.

Eddie can hear Steve stumbling angrily behind him, a string of curses coursing from between his lips as he does. He bursts in through the half-closed bathroom door, but Eddie already has the bottle of Tylenol in his hands, opened, with a single pill delicately placed in his palm and presented to Steve as if on a platter.

“Your painkiller, my liege,” says Eddie, holding in the triumphant laugh that he oh so desperately wants to release.

“You’re so stubborn.” Steve rolls his eyes but cracks a grin anyway. If Eddie lost the race, he probably would have pouted. That another nice thing about Steve – he’s not a sore loser.  

“That’s not very nice,” he says, grabbing one of the paper dixie cups from the counter and filling it with water from the tap.

Steve places the pill on his tongue, swallows the water. Eddie tries not to watch as the apple in his throat bobs up and then down, but he fails miserably. He also fails to look away as water dribbles from the corner of Steve’s lips. He can’t help but want to lick him clean, but that’s neither here nor there.

He does something else brave instead.

He says, “you’re a messy boy, hmm?” and lifts his thumb to wipe away the small, wet stream from Steve’s mouth. Eddie never gets tired of Steve’s reactions when he flirts with him in such a way.

It’s innocent, he tells himself. He flirts with everybody. Even girls. It’s a defense mechanism really, just in case he flirts with the wrong person. He can just brush it off as a personality trait. It doesn’t mean anything, he can say.

But maybe one day he’ll get lucky and somebody he likes will flirt back.

Steve chokes on his water, sputtering even more down his chin. He falls into a coughing fit and Eddie finally can’t contain his laughter any longer. While Steve sounds like he’s dying as he coughs and gasps for air, Eddie grabs at his sides that ache with each contraction of his abs.

“You’re – an – asshole,” Steve says when he can catch enough breath to speak. He twists his back the wrong way and groans, reaching his hand to grasp at the strained muscle.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie’s laughter dies down. He flails his hands out to help support Steve, grasping one hand on his shoulder and one on his waist. He tries not to think too hard about how his fingers are grazing under the hem of Steve’s t-shirt, pressing into the warm flesh of his hip. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

“I’m fine, Munson,” Steve argues, but gasps a sharp intake of breath when his back pinches once more.

“How old did you say you were?” Eddie jokes as he leads Steve to the couch.

“Har-har. You try sleeping on a couch for a month.”

Eddie’s face twists up.

“Shit – no,” Steve says, “that’s not what I meant. I really don’t mind, dude, it’s mostly comfortable. I just think I slept wrong.”

Eddie feels bad. It’s been a bit of a point of contention between them.

Over the weeks he’s been trying to convince Steve to go back home during the nights so he can sleep somewhere other than the shitty old couch his uncle bought in 1962. But Steve, ever courageous, ever the caregiver, refuses to even consider letting Eddie be on his own. It’s an uphill battle of a topic. He’s even tried to get Steve to stay on his bed while he takes the couch. No dice.

He tries again.

“C’mon, man,” he pleads. “If you won’t go home, just take my bed. I know the mattress is – uh – not in the best shape, but I’ll put clean sheets on and it’ll be better than the couch –”

“I’m not the one healing,” Steve quips, using that tone that means, ‘drop the subject, it’s closed’.

Eddie’s jaw tenses. “You are though,” he mumbles. “You’re hurt.”

Steve stretches himself along the length of the couch, opting for laying on his stomach. He arches his back inwards suggestively (not suggestively, it just looks suggestive to Eddie), moans (again, impure thoughts), and then goes lax.

“It’s just a sore back. It’ll be better tomorrow.”

Eddie lets the subject drop. For now. He’s about to say something witty, make one of his signature jokes, but Steve –

“What I really need is a masseuse.”

Eddie gapes at him for a moment, then says, “I think it’s a little late to book –”

“Or just a massage, in general…?” Steve interrupts, lolling his head to the side to catch Eddie’s eye. He tosses him a sheepish grin.  

Eddie’s heart hammers in his chest, but he paints his face with a confident smirk. At least, he hopes that’s how it looks. “Are you asking me for a massage, Harrington?” He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes like his mind isn’t screaming at him: Do it! Do it! Get your hands on Steve’s gloriously muscled body –

“If you’re offering.” Steve shrugs one of his shoulders. And what he does next is so suggestive that Eddie thinks he can’t possibly be misinterpreting it.

Steve grabs the hem of his shirt and peels it off.

Startled laughter escapes Eddie’s lips, all high-pitched and cracking. But Steve looks at him like he’s deadly serious. It just makes Eddie’s nerves worse.

“How am I supposed to rub your back –” Jesus fuck, Eddie never thought he’d speak a sentence like that to Steve Harrington, “– when you’re sprawled over the entire couch like a fat housecat?”

Steve scoots closer to the inside of the couch so there’s a strip of maybe five inches near the edge. He buries his head in his arms, waiting.

Casual, Eddie reminds himself. Act casual. A casual massage between friends. It’s totally normal and not weird or sexual. Stop making it sexual.

And for the love of God, keep your fucking hands above his belt.

Eddie sits on the small space beside Steve’s thighs. And then he hesitates.

Steve’s back muscles are screaming at him. And all Eddie can think is that this must be some sort of cruel joke. Like, once he touches Steve’s bare skin, Steve will turn around and ask him what the actual fuck he thinks he’s doing.

“You alright back there, Munson?” Steve asks, craning his head backwards from the space of his arms to cop a look at Eddie, who must look stupid staring down at a shirtless Steve.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot,” he says, clenching his jaw tight as he rubs his hands together to warm them up. He presses one of his fingers into Steve’s shoulder blades, and Steve relaxes into the touch. When he doesn’t yell at Eddie to stop, he persists, adding the rest of his fingers and his palm, and then even a second hand. He kneads at Steve’s muscles and revels at how soft he feels. He expected Steve to feel hard because – well – he looks hard. All muscles and lines and edges. But really, he squishes under Eddie’s grip. Pliable. Silken. “Is this okay?”

“Feels good,” Steve says, all scratchy and low and rumbly like he really is enjoying Eddie’s touch. It was hard to keep his dick at bay when Steve helped him shower, but this is level-ten-boss hard to stop it from chubbing up. He’s glad that Steve’s face is hidden in his arms because the jeans Eddie decided to wear today are too tight to hide the semi he’s currently sporting. “The knot is a bit lower though. Can you try to loosen it?”

Eddie watches his hands as they glide down Steve’s spine. His thumbs press deliciously into the divot in the centre of Steve’s back as they find their way to his waist. “Here?” he asks as Steve trembles under his fingertips.

Eddie is making Steve tremble and he can’t do anything but watch. Isn’t that just life being a little bit of a bitch?

“Close,” Steve says, “but a bit lower still.”

His hands slip to Steve’s lower back, close to his hips. He has a passing thought – wishing he had lotion – but maybe that would make this even weirder. His hands squeeze more than massage. He notices how good his hands look there, gripping around Steve like he owns him. The only thing missing in the picture is his hips snapping against that perky little ass of his –

“Better?” He interrupts his thought process, mostly because he can’t excuse himself to rub one out in the middle of Steve’s back massage.

“Lower.”

This is a dangerous game that Eddie is playing, and he reminds himself that he’s only playing it with himself. It isn’t like Steve is trying to get Eddie’s hands on him, besides to relieve himself of his fucked up back. If Robin was here, Eddie is sure that she’d be in his position instead. So really, it’s up to him to not make it weird.

His hands work lower on the canvas that is Steve Harrington. Eddie notices the little dimples on his lower back and he indulges himself by pressing his thumbs there. They slot perfectly in the little dips. And Steve lets out a beautiful sound when Eddie applies a bit more pressure.

“Yeah. Right there.”

Steve makes these breathy little moans. They’re like music to Eddie’s ears. He physically has to stop himself from making noise of his own, because that would be a line crossed into the ‘weird’ territory he’s been desperately trying to avoid. His teeth bite painfully into his lower lip as he works his hands over Steve’s skin, pressing into little lumps of knots with his thumb to make the boy under him squirm and whimper. Sue him, he’s a bit of a sadist. And a bit of a masochist, because shit, it hurts all over that he can’t dip his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s pants, but he loves it all the same.

Eddie rubs Steve’s back for at least twenty minutes. He watches as the flesh under his fingers turns from light tan to reddish pink as it’s kneaded over the same area. It’s mostly quiet in the trailer, besides Steve’s hums of approval when Eddie reaches a good spot and the odd click of Eddie’s dry throat when he swallows his nerves.

Eventually, Steve sucks in a deep breath and lifts his head to signal that Eddie can stop. He almost offers to keep going anyway, but he doesn’t want Steve to know how much he enjoys touching him like this. That is, if the outline of his dick in his pants doesn’t give him away first.

When Steve sits up, Eddie grabs one of the cushions from the couch and hugs it to his lap. Casually. But maybe it draws attention to the area between his legs because Steve’s eyes trail downwards to his crotch. The look on his face makes Eddie feel like his boner is on full display, but when he looks down himself it’s fully covered by the pillow.

“Thanks, man,” Steve says, stretching his arms above his head so his abs ripple with the movement. “That feels so much better.”

Eddie is pulsing away under the tight fabric of his jeans. The whole massage session was a whole new lesson on edging. He needs to take care of the situation in his pants before it takes care of itself.

“No problem.” Eddie stands from the ledge of the couch and wishes that Steve would look away for just ten goddamn second so he could adjust himself in his jeans and drop the fucking pillow that’s hiding his predicament. But no, he’s not that lucky. Steve continues to stare up at him, blinking like he expects something from Eddie. At this point, it obvious that he’s hiding a massive erection and Eddie knows Steve’s smart enough to know why the pillow is following him to the bathroom. “I’m gonna grab a shower.”

When he finally faces away from Steve, he tosses the pillow over his shoulder in the direction of the living room without a glance.

“Need a hand?” Steve jokes. Maybe because of all the times he actually did help Eddie shower, or maybe because he’s all too aware that Eddie’s about to rub one out under the stream of hot water. Either way, Eddie groans loudly as he slams the door behind him, leaving Steve smiling behind him on the couch.

It takes him two minutes to get himself into the shower and wrap his fingers around himself. He pretends they aren’t his though, of course he does. He pretends it’s Steve’s soft fingers rather than his own rough ones. He pretends the moans that are etched in his brain are being breathed into his ear as Steve reaches around his waist and tugs between his legs while hot water cascades over them both.

He pretends it’s Steve’s thumb that presses right there, right at that good spot under the ridge of his dick.

It doesn’t take him long to come under his own touch.

He moans Steve’s name as he does, and when he falls from the throws of his orgasm, when his brain fog clears, he really hopes it wasn’t as loud as he thinks it was.

Steve is still smiling when Eddie gets out of the shower. He’s staring. Eddie can only hope it’s not for the reason he thinks it is. “What?”

“Nothing, man.” Steve stands from the couch to shoulder past where Eddie is frozen in place. His chest burns as Steve’s eyes seem to rake over his body, so exposed with only a towel wrapped on his lower half. His ravaged chest on full display. That’s probably why he stares. Steve slips inside the bathroom. “My turn,” he says. And the door clicks closed.

For a split second – and believe him when he says he blames it on a trick of the light – Eddie swears he sees Steve wink.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Will Wood (and the Tapeworms) Songs as Ride the Cyclone Characters!

Recently decided to wade through Will Wood's discography more and I think some of the songs by the 30-something year old dude really embody them

How this half asleep rant will work:

[Character]: [Song(s)]

Explanation of why song is chosen

"Certain excerpts from the song I think embody the goober chosen"

Note: all songs wils be linked when they're written (mostly as youtube lyric videos), also this will probably be very long

Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg: The Main Character

Local ‘gifted kid’ teenager has yet to find out that the world doesn't revolve around her and stepping on anyone who doesn't fit in with her isn’t okay, more at 7

"I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene"

"I loot plot armor from NPC’s / Well, they are to me"

Noel Gruber: Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

This song (in my opinion) is really the embodiment of Noel's character. attempting to fit in, being told to "tone it down" by his mother until eventually arriving in the afterlife and essentially going "fuck it, we ball" with Noel's Lament (and Vampire Culture in this allegory) until eventually arriving at a state of peace with Love Me, Normally/It's Just a Ride

"a snowflake only matters in a blizzard"

Mischa Bachinski: 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con & ¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic)

6up 5oh with it's plot(?) of running from the police and proceeding to get mistreated by them is how Mischa is viewed by essentially everyone is Saskatchewan (and to an extent how he lets them see him). While ¡Aikido!, is more of his 'passion' side, specifically with Talia. The more aggressive reprise at the end of Aikido in the 2020 remaster also reminds me allot of the techno section of 'Talia'.

"It's never too late to embrace your fate"

"So we can touch instead of feel"

Ricky Potts: White Noise & Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Imagine being so forgotten by everyone around you so the innocent bean stereotype is put on you automatically despite the fact that you’re real personality is far from that and then having a mini identity crisis over it

"You're not meant to sing along"

"I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between"

Jane Doe: Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”]

No thoughts, story, or plot, just funky carnival music

Constance Blackwood: Falling Up

This song is essentially 'Sugar Cloud' but more melancholy. This is what I'd imagine a song about Constance's life before she died would be about, or Constance's Monologue in song form. What especially reminded me of her monologue was the rapid fire listing of objects and even the title 'Falling Up' being repeated in the song feeling like the roller coaster when it derailed. They're falling but being upside down it feels more like they're flying.

"You make a wish upon the dead, but turn and call it a weed"

"Much larger than life, 'cause from such height / Life looks awful small"

"Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum, Clouds o' spilled milk"

Penny Lamb: Willard!

Aspiring animal conservationist doesn't know how to relate to "normal" people partially due to her upbringing. Parts of the song were the singer wants animal traits the make their life easier reminds me of Penny's whole "I vomit fire" thing before absolutely destroying JK-47

“Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours”

“I've never understood what humans do and want / It's quite confusing to me to try to connect / Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted”

Extra characters outside of the choir:

I'll go less in depth for these as i think most of these are self-explanatory

Karnak: Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world

funky sentient machine is constantly aware of his imminent death and decides to be a goofy goober because of it

Virgil: Tomcat Disposables

rat just wants to vibe and chew on a power cable. oopsies he's dead now

Monique Gibeau: White Knuckle Jerk & Front Street

oh em gee she's so gorgeous and dangerous and the world described in Noel's Lament is very gritty and a little gross

Ezra Lamb: Euthanasia (Live)

this mostly feeds into my hc that Ezra ditched school to go to the fair with the choir and had to see his sister get beheaded, being completely inconsolable, and not being listened to because he's "a kid looking for attention"

It's the end yay!!

That's the end folks! I really enjoyed making this (i am a very big fan of both rtc and will wood) there were a lot of other songs i wanted to include (skeleton appreciation day, i/me/myself etc.) but didn't because either

a. they fit too many characters for me to just pin one to them or

b. the character already had two songs assigned to them

i hope anybody reading this is having a good day/night and listens to will wood more in the future ig

#please let me know if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes #also if any of the links don't work #this drained like all of my computer battery lol #now for all the fandom tags (yipee) #ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc musical #rtc jane doe #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #constance blackwood #jane doe rtc #ricky potts #ezra lamb #penny lamb

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☾︎ 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ☽︎

WARNINGS: Smut, Kinda soft smut??, nothing too kinky. Porn without plot

Pairing: Jake Lockely x Reader, mentions of steven x reader, and marc x reader but not much.

Plot: Weekly date night with Jake turns into a long night ;)

Length: A short little oneshot :)

☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎☽︎

Thursday nights were for Jake, just like the rest of the boys, they each got a night out of the week for just us. Tonight we went to a beautiful Italian restaurant downtown with a cute café attached next-door.

There was wine, focaccia bread and all types of pastas that lingered on the tongue. Slow conversation about our week happened but nothing too important, just spending time together while we can.

But the wine especially lingered the longest.

Stumbling through the door with Jake's grip on your waist firm, you push off him to plop down on the couch longways and kick your heels off. As you sink into the couch, gazing up you find Jake's firm eyes staring down at you with lust. Taking his hat off then planting his hands on his hips he quirks a smirk down at you in a knowing sense.

knowing that the night isn't over yet and you're not nearly tired enough for bed. Subtly as you can, catching his gaze, as you push out your chest and slightly spread your legs more. Almost too fast to catch you see his eyes flicker down and back up within a millisecond, already catching onto your games.

Stalking over to you and crossing his arms over his broad pectorals, he leans down a little to make eye contact better- " can I help you cariño? "

Giggling you shake your head in response, starting your little game.

" are you sure querida?" another shake of the head.

What a little fucking tease you were

Giving a strained smile he shook his head, and before you knew it he was pinning you to the couch. His forearms next you your head, his face only inches apart from yours, breathing heavily as hot air mixed.

Staring at each other you trace his face, as he does the same to you. seconds to into a minute before he breaks the silence.

" Don't test me "

a smirk breaks onto your face, the one your were trying to hide earlier, peaking through the cracks before the dam broke. Jake lets out a noise of amusement before smashing his lips onto yours, successfully breaking the suffocating tension in the air.

Sloppily making out as tongues cross each other and saliva is swapped until you had to break for air. Gasping, he waste no time in trailing open mouthed kisses from your chin, to your neck, and finally down to your collar bone where he sucks hickey into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Hands roam as you shudder in arousal, weathered hands tracing up and down your sides to squeeze softly at your love handles before going up to fiddle with your dress zipper.

Ah the dress, a scarlet dress with bajo collar coming down to your belly button and low hanging back that's at knee length. The boys favorite dress, yours as well when your feeling lucky.

Fingers slowly dragging the zipper down before he sits up to tug it off your body. Discarding it across the room, he sits back on his heels to take in the sight of you sprawled out on the sofa; hair tangled and flowing everywhere, body flushed, eyes wide, mouth agape, thighs pressed together in need, and to top it all off, wearing a white lace lingerie set with little bows. God the things you do to him.

Breaking him from his trance as your hands come up to push his jacket off his shoulders then starting to un button his white dress shirt. Smirking as your eyes trail his god-like body in awe, you kiss up his chest to his chin and neck where you start to suck hickies on his skin. Laying down you pull him with you to caress his back while his hand slips down to the apex of your thighs. Trailing light touches up until he touches your mound, then starts rubbing in circles over your folds, collecting your slick through the fabric.

Gasping out as hands find solace on his broad shoulders, nails leaving red marks as you grip hard onto him. Moans and whimpers leaking out of you like a broken faucet, combining with his grunts. Fingers moving the fabric out of the way as he collects your slick, smoothing it up and own your fold before rubbing tight circles on your clit. Back arching as hips buck , causing the bulge in his khaki pants to leak more precum and twitch in delight.

Before he lets you come he falls back to unbuckle his pants and get his cock out, making you whine in protest but quickly cut off when he swiftly slams into you in one go. Hitting your cervix and absolutely wrecking you. The moans you let out are higher pitched as his thrust become heavier and faster chasing his release. Jake can feel you clamping down on his cock pulling him even further along.

Kissing sloppily while scratching at his back, your toes curling as heat rises in your stomach. The heat swirling making your brain go foggy from how good he feels. Both of you connected forever indulging in mind blowing pleasure.

God was he good, not to say Steven or Marc weren't, no no no, they just weren't as rough as Jake, couldn't quite make you scream so hard that you cry cumming like Jake. Steven was more soft ,but Marc took more control, both good but not good like Jake. Now that doesn't mean you don't like sex with the other two. But when you were with Jake it almost felt emotional, very soft but hard, in the best ways.

You couldn't even think at this point, too far lost in the pleasure to see the smirk on Jakes face when he notices how far gone you are. "there you go querida, g-god you feel so good baby....fuck!" Jake can feel it building up and he can feel it in you too. Thrusting even faster he shifts slightly hitting dead on your g-spot. Your moans turn into scream and wails of pleasure as your hands ball the fabric of the couch beneath you, driving you to climax.

Clamping down hard, your eyes roll back into your skull while you cream on him, pushing him into his climax with a few more hard thrust before filing you to the brim. Both of you panting from your high, Jake carefully lays down on you, trying to not squish you while basking in the after glow.

peppering you with light kisses and words of appraisal while his cock softens inside you and cum leaks out of you at the edges. shifting slightly for comfort causes you to whine from overstimulation before he coos a you calming you down. Jake watches as you drift off to sleep before pressing a kiss to your fore head.

" you did so good my love, rest well honey"

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