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viaoverthemoon · 10 months

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Father's Day <3

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Happy Father's Day to my man <3

He's no father, but he's about to be one today ;)

Enjoy!

Summary: You tease Leon with a secret Father's Day gift, and he has less than an hour to open it <3

Cw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap your willy), mating press (if u squint), kinda quickie, little sad/happy part at the end

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Sexual themes ahead!!

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The second your daughters are out the door, you're ushered to your bedroom by your husband.

Quiet giggles spill from both of your lips as Leon chases you down the hallway that leads to your shared bedroom. He manages to catch you just before you can fully shut the door in his face, wrapping his hands around your waist and ignoring your surprised scream.

Your giggles are soon turned into blissful sighs as Leon presses loving kisses to your neck, moving one of his hands away from your waist to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers.

You quickly pull him into the room and he closes the door with his foot. He nudges you backwards until you eventually run into your bed, falling back on it and sitting on the soft and ruffled blanket. You look up at him, watching him with mischievous eyes as he steps between your legs and looks down at you. "What?"

His eyes widen. "'What?' What?! Sweetheart, that little stunt you pulled there almost killed me! What if the kids saw that?"

You roll your eyes at his joking words, trying to ignore his hands running up your legs and trailing up under your robe.

So, you'd teased him. So what? All you did was write 'Hurry up and unwrap your Father's Day gifts so you can unwrap the one under my robe. ;)' On the card you'd gotten for him.

Of course, you'd gotten your two daughters their own separate cards to give to him. The very same daughters who are hardly old enough to know how to read. And even if they did accidentally read the card, they wouldn't have understood it.

But after seeing the card, Leon's face turned a bright red and he whipped his head towards you with wide eyes and an open mouth. Then he made up some bullshit excuse to the girls and told them there were somethings he needed from the gas station down the street (of course he had Chris go with them).

"Well then, it's a good thing they didn't, huh?" You said, before biting your lip, your eyes darkening as you ran your hands up his chest. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna unwrap your last gift?"

Something seemed to snap within Leon when you said that. Suddenly, you were thrown farther onto the bed. You land on your back, a surprised yelp leaving your lips. Leon's on you in a second, hungrily staring down at your body as he reaches for the ropes of your robe. "Fuck, we have 30 minutes max..."

You watch him as he slowly opens your robe, you watch as his eyes widen to the size of saucers, and you watch as he loses all self-restraint.

The lingerie you had on was arguably the most revealing set you owned. A cute, lacy black set that hung onto all the right curves in all the right places. You liked it enough to buy it as a gift for Leon. And it would seem he liked it too.

He makes quick work of your clothes, tossing your legs into the air and slipping off your panties before scooting down the bed to be eye level with your drenched pussy.

You're surprised by his quickness, having no time to prepare yourself for when his mouth suddenly latches onto your cunt.

"Oh shit-!" Your back arches and your eyes widen. Your moans are unrestrained as your hands shoot down to harshly grip Leon's hair.

He doesn't seem to care though. In fact, your action seems to encourage him as he groans and pulls your hips closer to his face.

Your body can't keep up. Your orgasm is already close and you're about to cum embarrassingly fast. You whimper as you try to pull his head away. "Fuck- Leon- Wait... Honey, I'm so- so fucking close-"

You try to warn him but he's not letting up. Your legs are shaking and your toes begin to curl as the knot gets tighter and tighter... until it finally snaps.

Your release hits you like a fucking train. Your back arches further and stays painfully like that for at least a minute as the only word on your tongue is Leon's name. You say his name like a prayer. Like it's the only thing keeping you going.

Leon helps you down from your high, watching you with a predatory gaze. You're left in a state of pure bliss, looking down at Leon as he licks up your slit one last time before coming up to rest between your legs.

You open your arms to him, holding him close as he kisses you deeply and lovingly. Your mind is completely fogged by the passionate kiss, so much so, that you hardly notice Leon lining himself up to your entrance.

You pull away slightly, a breathy moan escaping from your lips as his cock eases its way into you. Leon groans, sitting up to grab your hips and keep them in place.

Once he bottoms out, he slides one of his hands down to your right leg, folding it to your chest and hitting a deeper angle that makes you see stars.

You barely have time to appreciate the feeling before Leon snaps his hips forward, ramming into you and causing your body to jerk. He fucks you at an unrelenting pace, muscles tensing with every movement. You can't hold back the tortured moans that rip from your chest, hands clinging to Leon's biceps and leaving red angry scratch marks along his skin.

He throws his head back, panting and groaning as his grip on your thigh tightens. You simply clench around him, limbs trembling as you let him have his way with you.

His thrusts get sloppy, and he begins to babble praise to you as he gets close.

A series of yes, yes, yes's leave your lips before you reach your high, your head digging into the mattress as a high-pitched whine accompanies your release.

Leon moans out at the feeling of your orgasm seeping all over his dick, his thrusts becoming more ruthless and his hand gripping the pillow beside your head. "Oh fuuuck sweetheart, you're gonna milk me dry over here- Ah- I'm gonna c-"

And with that, he pushes all the way inside of you, his warm seed filling you to the brim. He shudders, his thighs trembling from the power of his own release.

You watch him come down from his high, admiring the beauty of your husband, before caressing his hair and bringing his face down to yours for another passion filled kiss. And it's only when you run out of air that you pull away, panting and gazing lovingly into his icy blue eyes with the softest smile.

"Happy Father's Day, my love. You aren't perfect, but you do your best. And that's all that matters. Thank you for caring, thank you for being here, thank you for loving."

Of course, you held him while he cried. <3

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Yes y'all, the kids did make it back home (After you and Leon cleaned up and everything ofc).

Hope y'all enjoyed!

Requests are open!! <3

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psychickiss · 4 months

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my solace is you

— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)

— summary: Kusuo can’t sleep, and you just want to be there for him.

— notes: hey so it is like 11pm for me rn. idk i wrote this on a whim to get me away from writers block and to help me like. write away my feelings... ew...

— things: established. something! LOL.. ok. platonic or romantic, depends on you!

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It is quite... hard, being involved with a psychic.

Saiki Kusuo.

He knows what you’re thinking 24/7—while you can’t even seem to get a word out of him.

You can’t blame him for that, of course. It’s not like he popped out of his mother demanding for every power in the world.

Although, it’s a funny thought. A cartoonish one, at that.

“It is a funny thought.”

You jumped in your seat. It was 10 PM, and you’re supposed to be alone. Plus, your house was relatively far from Kusuo. So, how–?

“I teleported.”

You frown at him. “Right, and—hey! At least let me pretend you’re not involuntarily listening to my thoughts.” You’re quiet as Kusuo takes up space on your bed. You move a little so he’s more comfortable.

“So, what brings you here?”

Kusuo doesn’t look at you when he answers, “I couldn’t sleep.”

You hum in response. “I thought you had that little–well, not little–unoccupied and undiscovered space here on Earth that’s specifically yours. Can’t you, I don’t know, try to... I don’t know.”

But, it’s not like you think Kusuo isn’t a human. Kusuo just happens to be a human with powers.

“Because it is very comfy, being surrounded by solid rocks with bugs underneath them.” Kusuo shivers at the mention of the small creatures. You can’t help but laugh at him.

It is moments like this that keeps you grounded on the fact that Kusuo is... just like you. He is human. He is a teenager like you, experiencing relatively normal teenage problems. Say, having to use your psychic superpowers to avoid a girl that had feelings for you that you didn’t reciprocate; totally average! If you took out the powers part.

“I can’t read your mind, you know?”

Kusuo looks at you, though he doesn’t turn to actually face you. “I know that.”

“So,” you ask, “why did you teleport all the way here if you couldn’t sleep?”

Kusuo looks to the other side. “I just thought you might still be awake.”

He turns to face you, then you reply, “I guess it’s a good thing that I am.” You smile at him. “I was just thinking about you, you know?”

“I know.”

“I know that you know... And... I also want to know what you’re thinking.”

You notice Kusuo’s lips curve downwards ever so slightly. “You... don’t have to talk about it. We could just... stay here until we fall asleep. My parents know, anyway, about the whole... powers situation. They’ll understand if they find you here.”

Kusuo nods, then you lie down and make space for him. He shakes his head. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Hey, wait,” you stand up and rub your eyes, “there is a futon somewhere in my closet. Use that.”

“You go ahead and rest, I can use my Psychokinesis to lay it all out.”

“You sure you don’t need my help, Kusuo?”

He shakes your head at you. “You’ve already helped me a lot tonight. Please, rest. It’s fine.”

You climb back into bed and slowly make yourself comfortable. Through a yawn, you still manage to make conversation with Kusuo, “Just... wake me up when you need me, alright?”

“Mhm. Sleep well.”

You close your eyes with a gentle smile. “Yeah, you too. Good night.”

“Good night.”

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zeltqz · 1 year

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want a taste | gojo satoru

/teɪst/ the sensation of flavour perceived in the mouth and throat on contact with a substance.

pairing. gojo x bff fem!reader

word count. 1.4k

synopsis. high out of their minds, reader decides to give gojo a blowjob in the middle of the cinema.

authors note. short smut bc i had gummies the other day and dreamt about sucking gojo off

The two of you cannot stop laughing, quiet snickers filling up the air, totally oblivious to the irritated glares coming from the random people trying to enjoy the movie.

“Look at her hair!” You bring your voice to a whisper—even though your voice is practically booming—and point at the awkward messy ponytail on the girl on the screen. It doesn’t even look that bad; but your brain is fried and smoky, so it looks all wonky. “It looks like you.”

The joke doesn’t even make sense, but he’s laughing anyway.

“Shut up.” He playfully shoves you away, already missing your warmth and tugs you back to rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing a hand along the curve of your shoulder, cherishing you close to him.

“Do you have another ?” You ask, sitting up for a second to dig through his coat pocket, pulling out a mini container filled with more gummies.

He watches as you eagerly throw another one in your mouth and has to stop you before you manage to grab another. “Take it easy, (y/n)—” he’s snatching the other gummy from your mouth, slotting it back inside the container and putting it back into his pocket, ensuring its zipped up for more security.

“C’mon—don’t be a pussy.” You’re pouting and trying to reach inside his pocket once more whilst also chewing pretty loudly on the gummy. Maybe its because your mouth feels so sore and numb that you’re chewing so recklessly, but you choose to blame it on the weed anyway. “Gimme another, I don’t feel it yet—”

“Stop lyin’ you’re higher than me right now.”

Gojo still has some sense of where he is and his actions right now, but you? Gone. Faded. Disappeared.

“I’m not!”

“SHHHHHH!” A person a couple rows ahead of you has to turn around, hand over their lips and though half their face is covered from the darkness in the room, Gojo doesn’t fail to see the bothersome look on his face that had been brewing the entirety of your stay here.

You shush him back just as loudly, giggling once more when he turns back around and mumbles some irritated words under his breath.

“Sorry, repeat that?” You have no control over your volume and the man jolts in his seat at your booming voice. Gojo's hand moves so quickly and efficently, saving the day by planting it over your mouth, effectively shushing you for real this time as you struggle to rip his hand away.

“Sorry about her.” He apologises to the few people in front of him. They all grunt out a ‘its fine’ despite the fact they all wanted to strangle you into the seat.

Fortunately for them, Gojo’s hand remains over your mouth for the next five minutes and you’re silenced.

You take this little time-out to examine Gojo’s face, losing yourself in the beauty known as his side profile as he watches the movie. He lightly chews on his bottom lip and you get the sudden urge to kiss him, see how they feel under your own.

You tap on his thighs once, twice before he nods at you, eyes still facing the screen as he watches, invested in the plot now.

“I wanna have sex.”

At that exact moment, a popcorn kernel gets lodged in his throat and he jolts forward, coughing a couple times to get it out.

“That could be me choking on your dick if you’d let me.” You say with zero filter and Gojo’s ears go red, redder than you’d ever seen before. It’s visible under the light of the big screen, slowly creeping up to his cheeks.

“You’re not fucking funny, don’t—” The kernel is still there, just enjoying itself at home and its uncomfortable to speak.

He coughs once more and you sit up on the chair, latching your lips onto his neck, sucking on the skin there to make it as red as his ears.

“We’re in public—stop.”

“When has that ever stopped you, hm?” You mumble against the length of his throat, sucking widly.

His actions completely conflict his thoughts, moving his neck to the side to give you more room. You hum against his skin, and he shivers feeling the vibrations ripple across his body.

You fight the urge to climb into his lap, fingers skimming over the zipper of his pants as you drag your lips up to his jawline, mapping your way up to his lips.

Gojo has to remind himself to blink when you kiss him, closing his eyes and letting himself get lost in the feeling of your tongue licking into his mouth fervourously.

Maybe it’s the weed, or maybe you’re just a fucking good kisser; he doesn’t know, but he allows you to control the kiss, holding his head in place as you switch angles, shifting further up the seat till you’re practically on his lap.

It’s a miracle you’re both seated in the back row. It’s late at night too, meaning most people aren’t here but the little ones that are, they're all seated near the front.

There’s a three-row gap between your row and the nearest available person.

“Can I suck your dick?” There’s a thin string of spit connecting you both when you pull away, drawing him in with that seductive look in your eyes as you tug at the zipper of his jeans.

The chair squeaks when he pushes you off his lip and you smile up at him, dropping to your knees on the floor and fumble with his zipper.

Hooking his index finger, he bites down on it to stop himself from making any uncessary noises—the last thing he needs right now is to get kicked out of a public cinema.

He shivers when you bring his dick out of his pants, the cold air slapping against his shaft has him almost regretting he agreed to do this, but it is too late to back down now.

Way too late.

You look at his cock like it's single handedly the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, tugging his pants down more to free his balls from the restraints of his boxers.

Leaning forward, your tongue at the tip, small kitten licks that have him sucking in a breath, holding the air in his lungs to stop himself from thrusting his hips up to feel more of your mouth.

He almost moans when your fingers drum against his balls, cupping them gently and massaging them as you fit the tip inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to stimulate his cock more.

“God damn, fuck—” He rasps out, panting against his finger, biting down on it harder when you start bobbing your head up and down, up and down. “Your mouth, fuck—” He doesn’t care anymore, thrusting his hips up to shove his cock so deep inside, craving the warm wetness of your mouth.

You choke, rather louder than you had expected but you don’t care, not when your throat is being used like this. Tears brim at the corners of your eyes and your fingers fly up to the hand on your head, pressing down on your head to push yourself further.

He lets out a choked off gasp when his cock reaches the entrance of your throat, thrusting just a little more before he’s entering it. “Fuck!” He pants, not really giving two fucks about his volume, pushing your head down till your nose brushes against his pelvis, keeping you there long enough before his tip starts to twitch, leaking out precum that you eagerly swallow.

Your throat muscles squeeze and contract around his cock and he’s biting his lip, hand flying up to his mouth to cover his moan as he explodes down your throat.

You swallow it all, waiting till every last bit is gone before you suck all the way to the tip of his cock, tapping his thigh to grab his attention. When his eyes meet yours, he almost cums again because you’re slowly taking him all the way once more; throat fully trained for his length and choke yourself a couple times at the base.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.” He says, voice shaky as he pants, trying to regulate his breathing. You smile around his cock when his hand cups your cheek, rubbing your skin and leaning into his touch.

“Mmm, yeah you owe me though.” You slide back onto the chair next to him, two fingers hooking under his chin and dragging him to your face, greedily sucking on his lips.

He smiles when the taste of his cum just lingers in your mouth, slow languid strokes of his tongue against your own have you falling into soft moans.

What the both of you failed to realise is your volume; once again, totally oblivious to the disgustedly irritated glares coming from the people as they listen to the soft moans leaving your mouth as you let Gojo loudly suck along the length of your tongue.

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elsaellaelys · 6 months

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Wandering Hands

Kinktober

summary: JJ forget Y/N's birthday, a massage is the only last minute gift he can come out with.

WARNINGS: 18+, massage kink.

999 words

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader.

a/n: Late, but always here in the end.

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Shit!

JJ thought as she opened the door, failing in trying to hide the guilty look in his eyes.

Double shit!

He remembered, his hands were empty.

"JJ? What a surprise! I thought I wouldn't see you today." she said, leaning in the door frame, a devilish smirk formed in her face, ready to make him feel desperate.

"You crazy? I had to see my birthday girl." he smiled back, open more the door to come inside. She was pissed with the fact that he forgot about her day, she knew it was just JJ after all, but when he called her "his girl"... It made her chest ache a little.

"I know you forgot. Don't try to fool me."

"How could I..."

"JJ. Don't."

"Okay, Alright." JJ raised his hands in surrender. "I woke up hangover and I went to the beach to forget about how shitty I was feeling and it just slipped from my mind." he confessed. "But I swear. The last thing I sober thought about before sleeping was you, and your birthday. We can still do a lot of stuff."

"No, J. It's too late. Plus..." she began, trying to strech her shoulders a bit. "...I'm going out with the girls tonight."

"Oh, come on, you spent the day with them."

"No, it's girls night dinner. Just give me my present and I forgive you."

Triple shit?

He hided his hands in his pockets.

"You didn't brought me a present?" She madly asked.

"Of course I did. It's me! I'm your present!" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows when JJ started to search through her cabinets, collecting snacks. "We gonna have a movie night."

"We have one every Friday, you dork!"

"Dork?" he laughed, making she cross her arms.

"Can you leave it, I wanna sleep a little, I'm tired."

"I can help with that."

"Help me sleep?"

"No, kinda. I can give you massages, to relax you. I'm gonna do it for how long you want." he suggested.

"Free massages?" she asked, he nodded, dragging her to the pull out. "You're kinda rough with massages... I don't know..."

"Come on." he pushed to lay down. "Take off your shirt." he said, her eyes went wide and he laughed. "I won't look. See?" he turned around, taping his eyes with his hands.

Y/N hesitantly took off her shirt. It's okay, it's okay. She repeated to herself over and over. The problem wasn't just that she was half naked in front of her friend, but also, deep inside, maybe not too deep to be hard to find, she was enjoying it. "Okay, go ahead. Just don't punch me." She nervously laughed.

He approached, his hands started to scratch as he thought about touching her back, her pretty tanned soft skin. "Uhm. Do you... have a lotion... or something?"

"In the first cabinet in the bathroom."

JJ tried to hold his thoughts, his feelings, he swore he was trying, but the long breath she let out when he touched her in certain points... Annoyingly made it grow harder and harder, literally.

"Oh, that's good. How'd you got so good at this? Just go a little bit upwards."

JJ laughed, sounding so uneasy to his self JJ that Y/N noticed. "You sounded wrong?"

"What do you mean?" she asked. There was an awkward silence between their voices.

"Like... sexually." he whispered.

Her laugh went loud. "You just have the dirtiest mind."

"Can you blame me?"

Y/N holded a breath, a moan when he pressed her waist, unintentionally, making her cunt squeeze around nothing.

"You still tensed?"

"A bit." she breathed out.

"Can I go lower?"

"Please." Her teeth bit her bottom lip as his hands travelled to the curve of her ass, slowly going to her hips. "Please." She whispered again.

"You sure?"

"I thought you owed me a present."

"Then sit up. This will stay between us, okay?"

She nodded and sitted, boobs free under his gaze. He cursed under his breath, kneeling in front of her, just enough to reach her mouth with his and her inner thighs with his hands. The kiss was needy, desperate almost, Y/N barely cried when he pulled back, but he was quick to replace his mouth in her nipple sucking hardly. She let the moan from the deep of her throat, the one she had been holding in, grasping her hands in his blonde locks she spread her legs open, wishing she was already naked.

"Let's take this off." JJ said breathless, a "Fuck" whisper escaping from his mouth. Her pussy was glistening wet, locking his gaze with hers, he couldn't hold, but dive in her core. Looking in her eyes all time, he was working her wonders through a euphoric search.

How did he learned this? It was like he didn't needed to breath, laping her folds like a starved cat in a milk bow.

"Jesus, Jay, go slow." she begged, but he didn't heard, the sound of her wetness was all in his ears and he continued. Y/N came hard, for him, all under his mercy, merciless, her legs tight around his head, she gripped the velvet couch, calling his name. He entered two fingers inside her clenching cunt and she gasped in overstimulation.

"Now, come on pretty girl, one more." He encouraged her, curving his fingers in her, pumping them in a come here motion. It quickly pushed her to another ending and this time he slowed through her high, unplugging his fingers to collect her juices with his tongue.

"J..."

He thought her taste was just as sweet as her moans, as his name in her moans. She reached for his arms, pulling him on the sofa with her, his jaw was all wet and it made she laugh, cleaning his checks and the tip of his nose, she kissed him.

"I'm gonna tell the girls I not going out anymore."

"Hmm." he whined chasing her lips, but she pulled back again.

"I'm so glad you almost forgot my birthday."

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thedirtybeanlife · 7 months

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hiii!! if you are taking requests, could I please request price hcs with a plus size / chubby fem reader? sfw/nsfw ur choice <33 thank uu!!

(ofc! i love this!! i was actually planning on doing something like this with all of them <33)

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

(Let me know if you'd want me to do some as well for Soap and Gaz)

Price and Ghost Headcannons

(Plussize!Reader)

Captain John Price

SFW:

He fully believes you have the body of a goddess

Worships you like on as well

Loves to wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his large hands on your soft tummy, caressing the skin under your shirt with his thumbs

Doesn't stand for negative thoughts or insecurities

He will take extra measures to make sure you love your body just as much as he does

Feeling particularly down? sits you down in front of the mirror and kisses the parts you don't feel happy about, praising you until it's engraved in your brain that you're stunning

This man wants nothing more than his pretty girl to feel pretty, so every time he comes back from work, he brings a new outfit for you with him

Always makes sure it's something to show off your curves and soft skin

Loves to squish your cheeks slightly in his hand as you kiss

He loves how it puckers your lips more for him

Major thigh man

ALWAYS has a hand on your thigh, whether it's just resting there, caressing it, or squeezing it

Begs you to wear ripped skinny jeans so he can see your thighs bulge ever so slightly out of the ripped fabric

NSFW:

Wraps his arms around your thighs and grips your plump hips with his strong hands as he eats you out, forcing your legs to stay open

Missionary is his favorite position as it let's him see your face and body as he slowly fucks into you and praises you

'Doin' so good for me, pretty girl. look stunning laying down and taking my cock so well'

Always makes you orgasm before him

He wants to treat his girl right

Spends extra time kissing the parts of you that you feel insecure about, leaving hickeys along your soft skin, murmuring small praises as he does so

If you didn't have a praise kink before, you do now

His favorite sight is when your on your knees, taking his large cock in your mouth, your eyes gazing up at him as he caresses your cheek

Nearly sends him over the edge just by looking down at you

Always draws you a warmth bath after doing anything sexual and cleans you off, planting small kisses to your bare skin

Your his pretty girl and he'll do everything in his power to make sure you don't forget

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

SFW:

Absolutely adores you

He loves the fact that you're on the bigger side

Not that there's anything with being smaller, of course, but he just loves how he has more to hold

You're his own personal squishy toy

Loves to pick you up and carry you around anywhere and everywhere

Is it to show off that you aren't truly as heavy as you think? Or is it him showing off his strength?

Who knows? But both of you love it

Constantly buying you your favorite snacks

'Here, Love. Bought you some of those gummies you love when I was out'

Similar to Price, he loves to pick out clothes for you.

Pays for every item of clothing you pick out

Always buys you tiny little dresses and makes you try them on in the dressing room for him even if he already knows how good it'll look

Everything always looks good on you, he just wanted a show

NSFW:

Titty man

Always groping your chest

Cooking dinner? You know his hands are snaking up under your shirt to play with your nipples and leaves kisses along your neck

Reading a book on the couch? Not anymore. He lays between your legs and slides his hand under your shirt, toying with your chest making the book the least of your worries

Cowgirl is his favorite position

Loves watching your tits bounce as you move up and down on his cock

Will sit up enough so he can suck on your nipples and leave hickeys on them too

Grips your hips like his life depends on it, squeezing harshly, but not enough to leave marks or hurt (too bad at least)

Loves to eat you out until your shaking

Thoroughly enjoys the way your thick thighs wrap around his head when the pleasure becomes too much

#xreader #fanfiction #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #mw2022 #fanfic #oneshot #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #captain price

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aernx · 9 months

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⌕ CUPID’S REFLECTION ✶ 종성

[ 09 ]﹒₊﹒almost as if we're meant to be

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Jay stopped on his tracks as he saw your figure against the door. You were yet to notice him, your eyes linger on the cellphone you held, seemingly typing something on your phone, focus fully averted.

Jay took a second to admire his said enemy. With your eyebrows forming a small crouch and the way your finger settled on your lips made it look like you were thinking.

A light breeze was like a soft blow to your hair, displaying your cheeks to the sunlight as he noticed the peachy colour of the blush you wore.

Maybe Jay would never admit it but, he always seem to notice every little thing about you. You wear a different liptint? He notices. You use a pinker shade of blush? He sees the way it compliments your visage.

Sure you were his enemy and vice versa. But that doesn’t mean he can’t admire your beauty right?

But still your beauty seemed to irk him. Gosh, why were you so pretty? Hating you would be easier if you were at least a bit ugly.

Jay considered himself as a smart student, sure not smarter than Jake but he could solve complex mathematical equations with no issue. But why was it when it comes to you, the answer always remain blurry, as if covered by a thick fog.

Maybe Jake was right. Maybe he was secretly falling deeper. Nah he wasn’t. It’s just that he’s weirdly attracted to you that’s all. You’re just pretty, yeah that’s it.

But for a second, Jay let himself get lost in your view before snapping out of his daze, clearing his throat, making his presence known.

Your head snapped towards the vibration that rung on your eardrums, a sight of Jay ahead of you opt you to lock your phone down before putting it inside your shoulder bag.

“So why’d you call me here?”

“Are you dumb or dummer? If you haven’t notice, Jjongsaengie. Our two friends are awfully head over heels for each other.” You paused before continuing, your hand pointing between you and him.

“So it’s our job to leave the two alone.”

Jay wasn’t dumb, of course he wasn’t. In fact he was one of the top students. The present scowl gracing his lips only made you let out a little chuckle. “You’re not very good at this aren’t you?”

Your words triggered Jay to roll his eyes. “You know you ruin that pretty face of yours with your foul mouth. You should try this thing called shutting up.”

“Really, you think so?” You tilted your head, feigning a little pout. “Other guys seem to really like my mouth, though.”

A bush of roses bloom on the apple of Jay’s cheeks, his eyes shot up, clearly not expecting those words of yours.

A small smile crawled to the end of your lips, curving it upwards. Cute.

“Uh-uhm so.” Flustered, he cleared his throat, attempting to change the topic. “When did you realize that I was getting them together too?”

“Ah that.” You squinted your eyes, thinking of a response.

“At first i didn’t know why you wanted to talk to Karina, but then i see the way Heeseung is literally all heart eyes around her and I see the way your always there pushing him to do something about it.”

Jay hummed at your response before saying, “Ah, always the observant Jeon Yn. So I’m guessing that’s also the reason why you wanted to talk to Hee?”

You nodded your head slightly, letting go a little ‘mhm’

“Well, I’m sorry I broke one of your cupid arrows.” A small apologetic smile kissed the tip of his lips.

“Nah it’s don’t worry about it.” You waved your hand in a dismissive way before continuing, “I’m just getting started, baby.”

Hell yeah you were. You were determined to get Heeseung and Karina together no matter what. It was clear that they both held infatuation towards the other and she did not want to let go of such a golden opportunity.

“Oh and I’m not sorry I slapped you by the way.”

A laugh erupted from his throat. “Ah typical lotus.”

Lotus? It has been years since Jay had referred you with that. A flower you’ve always dreaded. You hate lotuses and Jay knew that very well.

But right now at this moment, why does that nickname triggered the smile instead of a frown on your lips. Maybe you missed the way he called you that. Sure you said you hated it, you really do. But you can’t help but notice that it had grew on you just a little bit.

“Same for you right? Seems like I’ve been a hindrance for you to get a chance too.” You joked a little.

“Since when are you not a hindrance? Last time I checked you’ve always been a hindrance to me.” Jay raised one of his eyebrows, his expression telling you that he was just playing.

It’s been a long time since the two of you got to talk like this. Just talk, no war between words. It would be embarrassing to admit it but maybe, you did kinda liked it.

“Anyways we need a plan.” Jay started causing you to tilt your head, motioning for him to continue.

“We need a plan to get Heeseung and Karina together.” As you can tell they are so dense.” He said, emphasizing on the ‘so’.

You placed your finger on your chin, wondering. “Aren’t you famous for failing at cupid, Jongseong?”

But that doesn’t bring him down. “Aren’t you famous for getting people together by accident? Isn’t that perfect, Yn? It’s almost as if we’re made for each other.”

You knew he was joking in the last part he said. It worked, you were now giggling at his words. “Wow if I didn’t hate you so much I would’ve swooned on your last sentence.”

“Who knows maybe you might soon enough, after all I’m just getting started, baby.” Now you didn’t know who this was or what happened to your Jongseong. Was he seriously flirting with you right now?

“What’s with this 180 degrees shift of personality? You’ve always been an ass around me.” You squinted your eyes, suspicion looming behind those ireses.

And with that Jay was back to serious mode. “It’s true, I still don’t like you. But I love Heeseung more than I hate you, you know? I want him to be happy. And if being with Karina makes him happy, then I’m willing to do anything to get them together.”

You relate with what he said and actually put his words in your thoughts. It’s true, you and Jay were never in good terms. But for now, for Karina, you would do it.

“So, what do you say?” He offered once more.

You look up into his dilated pupils, looking through them for a few seconds before saying. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

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amasterpieceofmadness · 3 months

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showers - clint b.

pairings Clint Barton x fem!reader

warnings 18+, smut, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it), slight praise kink, fingering, sweet ending

summary Your bodyguard Clint joins in on a shower with you, leading to some intimate time between the two of you…

wordcount 2.7k

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Clint has been my bodyguard for like 4 months. And we are getting along rather well. Probably a bit too well. It’s hard to deny the attraction we feel for each other, stolen glances and lingering looks… But we both know that nothing should happen between the two of us. Not only is he my bodyguard, but also would my uncle Tony (yes, the Tony Stark) rip Clint’s head off if he ever lays hand on me. So, we keep our distance. At least we try. But in the last couple of weeks, it got really hard for the both of us. The tension between us is palpable once we are alone together and his eyes linger on my body for a second too long every time I walk past him. I can’t say that I don’t like this. In fact, I glance at him every now and then too, drooling over his muscles every time he flexes them.

Right now, I’m doing my usual workout in the training room, Clint watching me from afar. Of course, he tries to not make it too obvious and not stare, but he also can’t tear his eyes away from my curves. The way my body moves and my skin is shiny due to the thin layer of sweat covering it. My sports clothes hugging my curves tightly and I’m panting a little. Clint can’t help himself but let his mind wander how my body would feel like under him…

I pull him out of his trance as I walk over to him to grab my water bottle. Clint clears his throat as I do so and looks away, not wanting to make it obvious he watched me the whole time. I can’t help but look at his features though, his dirty blonde hair, his beautiful blue eyes I could drown in, his kissable lips, his strong and puffy chest… I shake my head to get those thoughts out of my mind. “I’m done. We can leave” I tell him and my bodyguard gives a small nod of approving. I walk ahead straight to my rooms in the tower, closely followed by Clint. It could be worse for him than to walk behind him, as he can glance at my ass the whole time. And I know that he does it all the time so I make sure to swing my hips on purpose. Clint smirks softly as he knows exactly what I’m doing, yet he doesn’t say anything.

Once we are in my rooms I walk straight to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower” Clint sits down on the couch, he always does this once we are alone in my rooms, since he knows that this is (more or less) a safe space and he doesn’t need to be too alerted here all the time. He glances over at the door of the bathroom, which I just closed, and notices that I didn’t lock it. He is temped to just walk in on me but he tries to stay professional. The consequences would be just too bad. Or maybe it’s worth it? No, no he can’t do that. He can’t… or can he? He thinks of the way my body moved in your workout earlier and how he imagined things with me…

Suddenly Clint finds himself infront of the bathroom door. His hand is moving to the doorknob but he hesitates. What would I do if he just walked in there? But maybe, just maybe, I want it too. The way I always looked at him and checked him out, or the way I purposefully wiggle my ass or scoot just a bit closer to him then necessary.

Finally Clint throws all his doubt aboard and opens the door. I turn around as I hear this and am rather surprised to find Clint standing there. Without a word he just walks in and closes the door again, standing there for a second. We just look at each other. After a moment I turn around again, facing my back to him. “Could you please help me open this?” I ask, wanting him to help me open my bra, which I could definitely do on my own of course.

Clint swallows and comes over, his body almost pressed against my back. He then uses both his hands to undo my bra, his hands softly brushing against my skin in the process. I let my bra slide down my arms and to the floor, still standing with my back to him. I then can feel his hands touching my back softly and carefully, as if to test the waters. How war am I willing to let him go? He glances over my shoulder to check if I’m still alright with his touch and he continues to move his hands across my naked back. They brush over my shoulders and down my arms and I feel shivers running through my body.

His hands slowly make their way down my arms onto my waist and slide to the front. I can feel him tense just slightly, not sure wether this is still okay. Little does he know that this is way more than okay. As he notices me leaning into him slightly he continues his touch and his hands move upwards, tracing over my breasts. His fingertips gently brush over my nipples and I let out a soft moan.

“How far will you let me go?” he whispers into my ear, his voice husky and slightly shaky.

I take this chance and turn around in his arms, facing him and looking right into his eyes. Clints eyes move down my body for a split second before looking back into my eyes. “As far as you want to go” I whisper back.

Clint smirks “Oh, you don’t know what you are getting yourself into” With that said Clints grip around me tightens, pulling me flush against his muscular body and pressing his lips against mine. The kiss catches me by surprise but I feel the heat rise inside of me and I immediately wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer and pressing my body against his. He let out a sigh at this and then breaks the kiss suddenly, pulling away. But before I can ask anything he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it aside carelessly before returning his body against mine, kissing me passionately again. Our bare chests are now pressed against each other and I let my hands fall from his neck down to his shoulders, over his chest. I can feel his muscles tense under my touch and I smirk softly into the kiss.

My hands wander further down, finding the waistband of his jeans and fiddling with the belt. Clint breaks the kiss shortly to kick off his shoes and he pushes his jeans down, throwing it to his tossed shirt. There is a prominent buldge in his pants and I bite my lip in anticipation. “What are you doing to me” He roams in my ear as his hands return on my body, caressing over my back down my waist to the waistband of my leggings. He stops and looks into my eyes, I simply nod and with that he gets me undressed quickly, pulling my underwear down at the same time. As I now stand naked infront of him I blush slightly and Clint places a hand onto my cheek, almost lovingly. “You are beautiful” he whispers before attacking my neck with wet, sloppy kisses.

“Take your pants off, now” I tell him impatiently.

Clint doesn’t hesitate and not a minute later we found ourselves in the shower, hot water covering both of our bodies while we make out passionately. His tongue explores my mouth, his hands grabbing my waist tightly as he pushes me back against the shower wall. I hiss at the coldness of the tiles but Clint’s body pressed against mine makes up for it. I can feel one of his hands sliding down over my hips and even further down between my legs. His fingertips trace circles on my thighs before dipping right between them, to my most sensitive area.

I let out a soft moan as I feel his touch against my clit and Clint smirks as he pushes one finger into my wet hole. I grip his shoulder for support, letting my head fall back against the wall as I close my eyes. He starts to move and soon adds another finger, working in and out of me at torturing slow pace. His thumb comes into contact with my clit, drawing circles onto it. “So good, baby” he whispers into my ear and it’s all so overwhelming. The heat building in my body is unbearable and I try to press him even closer to me, which makes Clint chuckle lowly. His eyes are checking my face, wanting to see every little twitch of my expressions as he works his fingers faster into me.

Soon I can feel myself getting closer to this sweet release. “God, Clint, I’m gonna cum.” My voice is shaky and not much more than a faint whisper as he curls his fingers to hit that good spot inside of my walls. I’m right there and Clint knows it, his fingers starting to move faster and his lips attack mine once again, muffling my moans as I fall over the edge, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

Clint works me through my orgasm and slows down to let me catch my breath. I open my eyes to look at him. A huge, cocky smirk plasters his face and I can’t help but smirk a bit too. He then eases his fingers from me and looks me dead in the eyes as he sticks them into his mouth, lapping up my juices. It’s hypnotic to watch his tongue tracing over his fingers, licking them clean. “You taste so good” he groans in my ear before leaning in to press a kiss to my lips, letting myself taste on his tongue.

As he presses his body against mine I can feel the top of his length pressing against my wet core. I gasps but let him continue and he pushes the head of his cock into me. Immediately I’m clenching around him, my knees getting weaker, as I look up at him, my jaw dropped. Clint leans in and his lips brush my neck before he groans “Let me in, baby. Be a good girl and let me in.”

I clench even more at his words, feeling the desire in my body rise. I push my hips towards his, arching my back slightly to take more of him. He then starts to rock his hips, softly at first, his hands gripping my waist to steady me against the wall of the shower. My nails too dig into his skin, holding onto him as he thrusts in a steady rhythm. Water is splashing around us and running down our naked bodies.

I look up at him to meet his eyes. They are hungry for more, a wet strand of hair clinging to his forehead, water droplets running down his face. Clint grabs one of my legs and holds it up while his hips keep on moving into mine. I let out an incoherent babble of his name as his thrusts get harder, feeling my own wetness dripping down my thighs. My fingers move to his hair, pulling lightly on his strands as he keeps a steady pace. His cock filling me completely, hitting all the right spots, his muscles flexing with every move he makes.

“You feel so good” I moan out, letting my head rest against the tiles behind me once again, closing my eyes to get lost in the feeling of his thick length spreading me apart, ruining me for every other man.

“You’re so tight and wet” His voice is low and husky and as I reopen my eyes he stares right into them. His stare causing a shiver to run down my spine and I unwillingly clench around him more. A smirk forms on his face as he thrusts into me with such force it leaves me breathless. My jaw drops and as he sees my reaction he does it again. And again, and again. It makes me gasp and cling onto him. “Look at me. Look at me when you cum, baby” he whispers into my ear, his breath tickling my neck. He pants between every word, feeling himself close as well.

When I cum with a broken cry, my whole body starting to shake and my brain turning into mush, Clint doesn’t let up. If anything his thrusts get even harder, faster, deeper. The feeling is overwhelming and I’m a shuddering mess pressed between the wall and Clints hot body. “Please” I cry out, not sure what I’m actually begging for. Hearing my plea he starts to fuck into me more desperately, his thrusts start getting sloppier, his rhythm faltering. He closes his eyes as he cums, pushing himself as deep as possible into my cunt. He lets out a raspy groan as his thick ropes cover my walls.

We are both breathing heavily as we are coming down from our highs. The water continues to run down our bodies, washing away the sweat on our skin. He pulls himself out of me slowly and carefully. I remain leaned against the wall, not having the strength to stand on my own right now. Clint leans in to press a surprising soft kiss to my lips before looking at me with a proud smirk on his face. “That was good”

I chuckle and nod softly “Yeah, it was”

He smiles softly at me, his hands still at my hips, steading me. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

Clint starts to shampoo my hair and caress my skin. A hum leaves my lips and I lean into his touch, enjoying the feeling of the hot water and his hands all over me.

Soon we get out of the shower and Clint wraps me into a towel before drying himself off as well. As I’m detangling my hair he wraps his arms around me from the back, pressing a soft kiss to my naked shoulder. “We should do this again. If Tony won’t rip my head off, of course”

I chuckle softly and turn around to look at him. “There is no chance I’m going to tell him” I smile at him and wrap my arms around his neck, before pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

His arms too wrap around me, pulling me close. “Good thing”

AN: Okayyy so, here's my first smut ever! Let me know what you think ^^ I'm just in love with Clint and there are definitely not enough fics with him Luckily I'm here to change that and give him some appreciation! :D

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carl grimes smut request

I've never wrote a request before but could you please try and write a smut where carl and reader both have a kn!fe k!nk and carl has a breeding k!nk too (plot then nsfw)

Our Blades Are Sharp

Carl and Y/N discover a common kink and experiment. Somehow the plot fit more into prison than Alexandria for me. So an aged-up Carl in the prison... Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, knife kink, unprotected sex

You had been sleeping in your cell, now you heard voices on the floor below you, which served as a sort of large community room. There was also a strange, unpleasant noise. You yawned, sat up, and curiously went out into the hallway to peer down over the railing.

There Carl was sitting at a table, with several knives spread out in front of him, which he was cleaning and sharpening with a stone. So that was where the strange noise came from. Hershel was standing next to the table talking to Carl, but you couldn't understand what they were saying. Hershel spotted you, waved, and then limped outside to do whatever.

Carl squinted up with his one eye and smiled at you. Slowly you approached the stairs and went down to look extensively at the knives. There were seven knives there in all, and they were all different: long, short, curved, straight, one had a double blade. "Are these all your knives?" you asked, taking one in your hand.

"Yes. Be careful, they're sharp," Carl warned, rubbing one of the knives with a damp cloth.

"I like sharp things," you muttered.

"Is that so?" Carl regarded you intently.

"Yes." You ran your thumb along the knife blade until a small drop of blood appeared. In fact, you found blades erotic. And the thought of someone using them on you in a teasing way. Not infrequently you had indulged in such fantasies, but of course never shared them with anyone. That was not socially accepted.

"You like the knife," Carl noted, and there was something hard to interpret in his gaze. He licked his lips, and he didn't stop glancing at you. "I like knives, too," he then confessed. "They're so... merciless. If you want to. You can use them to just cut a loaf of bread. Or, to kill someone. Or..." He grinned suggestively, not finishing the sentence, but eyeing your boobs lustfully.

"Have you... ever tried anything like that?" you asked. Arousal had taken hold of you.

"No, have you?" Carl had stood up; in his hand he held a dagger-like little knife. He came closer until your faces were inches apart, then he raised the knife and slid its blade almost tenderly across your cheek. It scratched a little. You lifted your chin and offered your lips to Carl for a kiss, grabbing a knife from the table as well. "They're all out now," Carl murmured before kissing you and pressing himself against you. You walked to his cell, where he pulled the curtain closed. You placed the knives on the bed and undressed as if you'd done this many times before. But you and Carl had actually never had much contact with each other. To be honest, you were mostly annoyed by him. Until today.

Carl lay naked on the bed and nodded at you promptly, pointing at the knife. "Go ahead." His cock was standing straight up and touching his stomach, and he took it in his hand to rub and stroke it brazenly right in front of you. Some drops of precum appeared. Carl's eyes became glazed over while he pleasured himself, and you wasted no more time and sat down next to him. You let the knife slide from one of his nipples to the other, then down to his belly button, leaving paper-thin red lines. Carl moaned in delight. "Stop touching yourself," you scolded, pricking his right hand with the knife.

„Ouch“, Carl said, withdrewing his hand and pouting.

„Your fault“, you purred before leaning over to take his reddened tip into your mouth and suck on it. Carl arched his back, clawing at the mattress and whimpering hornily.

You let go of him, holding the knife to his throat. "I bet you masturbate every day," you said disapprovingly. "I don't like the idea of you doing that."

"It's boring in here. We can fuck every day, then I'll stop, I promise" Carl whispered with a smirk, before reaching over and wresting the knife from you to point at you. "Come on, ride me!"

You mounted him obediently and positioned yourself on top of him, straddling, so that he could penetrate you, sliding the flat side of the knife across your breasts. The cold steel on your skin and Carl's big veiny cock inside you almost drove you crazy, and you moaned and moved on top of him, completely wet. "Oh, Carl, it's so good!" You came very quickly, Carl not even expecting it yet.

Carl lifted his hips off the mattress to pound faster; he had put the knife aside and placed his hands on your butt, directing the pace. He sighed and moaned, apparently not afraid anyone could hear him, or didn't care. His thrusts became faster, he was so close. He pulled you down to him so he could murmur in your ear. "I want to cum inside you," he said breathlessly. "Let me breed you, Y/N. Please."

Your period was due in a few days, so you guess you could risk it. Pregnancy was unlikely at this point. "All right, because it's you, Carl," you replied teasingly. "Breed me. Fill me."

Carl intensified his thrusts, his breathing quickening, he clung to you and cum with a scream. Slowly, he discontinued his movements. As you got off him, he stared fascinated at his cum dripping between your legs. "Did I cum so much?" he wondered.

"Yes, although I don't know how that can be when you jerk off so frequently," you teased, kissing him on the sweaty forehead. The knives had fallen to the floor.

Carl cleared his throat. "We'd better clean this place up," he suggested. "I think if anyone knew about this, they'd think we were somewhat kinky."

You winked at him lazily. "Which, of course, we are not. Well, clean up the mess. It’s your room anyway. We'll do it again, I hope. And stop masturbating“, you growled.

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𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑(𝐩𝐭 𝟏)| 𝟗𝟎𝐬!𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: your love life has been tragic to say the least, so after a rather public breakup you decide that you're done with bad boys. elvis is the lead singer of a well known and well loved metal band. he lives a hard and fast lifestyle and wouldn't dream of ever apologizing for it. the one thing that nobody would ever expect from a rough-around-the-edges kinda guy like elvis is the fact that the man is a hopeless romantic. and he's got his sights set on you. elvis presley was precisely the kind of person you were trying to avoid. you couldn't let him weasel his way into your life. . . . right?

warning/notes: SMUT! ahead, this thing is going to be dirty dirty so prepare yourselves, drug and alcohol use. you're seriously a sex symbol and everyone is obsessed with you. . . including me. elvis is an actual simp in this fic, but what's new with my writing? this fic does take place in the 90's. . . so just imagine 60's elvis throughout this fic, because that's exactly what i was doing. | this is part one of a three part mini series. i will be posting all three parts this week, so you will not have to wait a million years to be able to finish it. please please please heart this post, repost it and tell me what you think about it. i love interaction, and this is my first time posting in ages. i'm a little nervous about it.

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The bar was hazy with thick cigarette smoke, but there was something special about the way that the neon lights shone through the fog that hung above the mass of grinding bodies. The music pounded away in your ears, and after the round of mixed drinks that you had downed with your group of friends, you couldn’t help but sway your body along with the beat. In a packed bar like this, where everybody was too drunk to notice or too high to care, you were just another somebody.

That was the draw to nightlife for you. It was a small reprieve, and maybe it made you a bit sick in the head, but you cherished it. No matter how self absorbed and ungrateful it sounded, you missed the days of feeling like a normal person. You missed being able to leave your house in a ratty old t-shirt and shorts without the fear of being plastered all over the front of a gossip magazine looming above your head. You missed going to the grocery store and taking your sweet time perusing the aisles. You missed the way your life had been before the organized chaos.

People have always paid extra attention to you. You had been the butt of many jokes during your early days in middle school. You were the ugly duckling- nothing but a scrawny little girl that came from an impoverished family. The year you turned thirteen everything changed though. Puberty had hit you like a freight train. Your curves had filled out and your face had lost all of its baby fat. In the blink of an eye all of the girls wanted to be your friends, and the boys that used to tease you were now trying their hardest to get your attention.

You only got prettier as time went on it would seem. People stopped caring about the unfortunate state of your home life all together, instead focusing on your looks and likeability. School was no longer hell from you, and you entirely had your appearance to thank for it. Becoming a model had happened just as quickly.

You had been on a date with an ex when you had first been discovered. You remembered that day vividly: the nasty fight during the car ride to the stadium, the overpriced beers as well as the crippling fear that you were allowing a man to emotionally beat you down. You had somehow ended up on the jumbotron, and all you could do was awkwardly smile and wave- blow a few kisses at the camera when it lingered on your face for a little too long. You had laughed it off, assuring your at-the-time boyfriend that it had been some sort of a coincidence. He had been the jealous and possessive sort. A man that worked in the marketing department of one of your state’s favorite beer companies saw you holding the bottle in your hand on the big screen, and the rest was history.

You felt blessed for your booming career and all of the attention that you had garnered over the last few years, but a part of you missed the days where you could go outside without cameras flashing or people asking something of you. Everybody always wanted something from you. Be it a simple picture, a signature or even a smile- at this point there wasn’t a part of you not owned or wanted by the public. Even other celebrities had an ulterior motive for trying to connect with you. You’d learned your lesson though. Dating was officially off the table. Well. . . dating celebrities, at least.

“I’m being serious this time, guys.” You tried to reason with your friends, reaching up to tangle your long manicured fingers into your messy updo. “Bad boys are out.” You seriously believed it this time too. No matter how hot, famous or rich you were, men were always going to be trash.

You had always been the type of girlfriend that went out of her way to take care of their partner. You hated drama, so starting unnecessary fights was beneath you. You were trusting to a fault, which had gotten you into trouble more than a handful of times. You had a big heart, and despite the constant disappointments you still believed in true love. You had finally come to the conclusion that the problem was never you. It had always been them. You were self aware enough to know that you had a bit of a. . .type.

“Bad boys” only wanted one thing from you though.

They just wanted sex. It had always been that way, even since high school. As much as you hated to admit it, you had never been in a stable relationship, even in the early years of your life before the tabloids kept tabs on your every move.

You loved sex, but it never led to anything good. The most you got out of it in most cases was nothing but momentary, fleeting satisfaction that only left you feeling more empty than you had been before. You were done with being used to beef up somebody's ego only to be discarded like garbage soon after.

Your close friend, Veronica, was quick to throw her arm around you, pressing your frame tightly into her side. “We need to find you someone nerdy. Like. . . like an accountant or something.” She snapped her fingers excitedly as though she had just solved world hunger.

You let out a small squeal, leaning your head back to laugh without restraint. In your inner circle on a night like this? Things seemed to just. . . fall into place. You were happy- obnoxiously so- and you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else. You were sick and tired of crying over men that didn’t care about you. Especially ones that didn’t feel a fraction of what you felt for them. All that mattered now was the fact that they were playing remixes of all your favorite songs at this particular club and that you had just gotten your nails freshly painted earlier in the day. Your dress fit you like a glove, you were actually having a good hair day without the help of a stylist and the people that you had surrounded yourself with loved you like family. This was your element.

The drinks were flowing, your heart was happy, and you were tired of moping around and feeling bad for yourself.

An accountant was exactly what you needed.

“You’re so right! I need a sweet little accountant that I can come home to at the end of a long day. That sounds perfect to me. I need a man that lives a boring life and is more than willing to take time out of his not-so hectic life for me.” You agreed, pressing your cheek against your friend’s in a display of affection before grabbing your drink off of the table. “A toast! To. . .,” You bit your plush bottom lip as you tried to think of the best way to word what it was that you were looking for in a man. “To good guys.”

“To good guys!” They all chimed after you.

Your friends were all quick to clink their glasses against yours, happily joining you in downing the rest of their brightly colored glasses of alcohol.

“Excuse me!” You called out to one of the waitstaff, flagging her down with a wide dazzling smile.

The scantily dressed woman was quick to make her way over to your marked off section. The owner of the club insisted on putting you and your friends in VIP for ‘your safety’, though you were starting to think that all it was doing was drawing more attention towards your area. The younger woman smiled sweetly back at you, though you weren’t blind enough to not see the way that her fingers were anxiously twitching at her sides. A-list celebrities didn’t frequent clubs like this, so you were sure that she was probably scared out of her mind to do something wrong and incur your (nonexistent) wrath.

“W-What can I help you with?” What little confidence she had earlier was faltering now as she got closer and closer to you.

“I want to buy every person in this club a shot of tequila! Top shelf, please. We’re celebrating!” Tonight you were in an especially good mood considering your recent split with your heartthrob co-star. You were finally starting to feel better about it, which was a good sign that you were moving on.

You and your group’s shots arrived first, but within seconds tray after tray of plastic cups began circulating the bar. You were quick to cheers your friends once again, swallowing back the clear liquor. You had imbibed in a fair bit of alcohol already, so the burning sensation wasn’t as bad as it had been towards the beginning of your girls night out. Despite the slightly numb lips and hazy expression, you didn’t sway once in your heels as you continued to sway along to the beat of the music. You danced like nobody was watching, but little did you know that a certain blue eyed musician had his eye on you from across the club.

“Compliments of (F/N) (L/N).” The waitress motioned to the tray that she was holding up in front of the brunette’s face.

For a second all he could do was stare at the drinks, drunkenly trying to remember whether or not he ordered anything. His eyebrows twitched upwards in surprise as the woman’s words finally began to register. Wait a minute. . . who bought him a shot? The name sounded awfully familiar, so he must know the woman somehow. His rings glinted under the colored lights as he reached for the cup, the leggy blonde that had been keeping him company that night following suit.

“Who?” He asked dumbly, squinting his eyes to follow the direction that the waitress had pointed in.

“(F/N) (L/N). She’s an actress and model? She bought every-” And before the woman could let Elvis know that you had bought everyone in the entire club a shot he was already throwing the tequila back, tossing the plastic drunkenly back onto the table before pushing the blonde woman’s arm off from around him as though her touch burned him.

Because he had recognized you the second that he saw you, even from across the bar. You were prettier in person than you were on camera, which was rare in Los Angeles.

The woman that had once been keeping him company gaped up at the musician, her cheeks darkening with embarrassment as she realized that she was actively being ditched for another woman. In front of everybody that she had come to the club with.

“Fuck you, Presley!” She screamed after him, but the curse fell on deaf ears as he wove his way in between the writhing, sweaty bodies of dancing patrons.

He had his eyes glued on one person and one person only. Never in his life had he seen a woman that beautiful before- and Elvis had seen, kissed and fucked his fair share of hot women. He remembered exactly why your name sounded so familiar to him. You weren’t some chick whose feelings he had hurt or someone that his music label had asked him to play nice with.

You were a fuckin’ Playboy Bunny.

Your group of friends had stopped talking and had all turned to face him as he approached, their eyebrows knitted together as they tried to figure out exactly who he was and why he was there. Tall and lean, heavily tattooed with dark hair and blue eyes as bright as the morning sky. One by one he watched their expressions shift into recognition. Elvis lifted up a long leg, easily stepping over the velvet rope that had been put up around your section.

All you could do was watch, wondering exactly why Elvis Presley was approaching you with a smirk on his face. Was there something that you might have missed? You’d never met the man before in your life. You would have definitely remembered if you had.

He was clad in a black pair of jeans and a white tank top that fit snug enough to show off his nipple piercings. His thick gold necklaces caught the light as he bent down to shorten his frame, smiling directly at you. It was like the two of you were the only ones in the bar. His attention was perfectly undivided. His black hair hung loose in his eyes, undone from its usual updo that he had sported in all of the pictures you’d seen of him in the past. You had to admit though. . . there was something more dangerous about this version of Elvis. He seemed more wild and relaxed. More himself and less of the showman. It made your heart race, and admittedly kept you from shooing him off in the opposite direction.

Not even ten minutes ago you had sworn off bad boys, and yet here you were, watching with wide eyes as one sauntered right up to you.

His black boots stopped to rest right in front of your heeled feet, and he took his time looking you up and down, wanting you to see his approval. He wanted you to know just how irresistible he found you. In a club as loud as this one was, you had to learn how to communicate with your body.

Elvis had been raised in the south by a Christian family, but that didn’t mean that he was always a gentleman. He was far too drunk for that. So instead of thanking you for the shot or trying his hand at flirting with you, he plopped down in the spot beside you and leaned over.

Your jaw went slack as you felt his warm tongue trail all the way up from the sensitive pulsepoint at your neck to your temple. His nose brushed against your hair as his warm breath fanned over your ear. You could hear his heady breath, and it lit a fire inside of you. Rather than being outraged you found yourself clamping your thighs together in the hopes of creating some sort of friction. He pulled back only to smile drunkenly at you, drumming his tattooed hands against his seat as he waited for your reaction.

He watched you all while knowing that you had to have felt something. Your breath had caught at the sudden action, and he knew it. He saw the adorable flush to your cheeks and the glint in your glassy eyes. A cocky, satisfied huff left him as he leaned back against the leather booth. You, of course, exceeded his expectations when you turned towards your friend and repeated the action. Your group, no matter how prissy they all looked, were all good sports. They howled and cackled as one by one they licked each other’s face, following your lead without question.

“I’m Elvis.” He called over the music, watching as you gave him a knowing nod.

You opened your mouth in order to introduce yourself only for him to hold his hand up, giving a dismissive flick of his wrist. “No need. I know who ya are.” He stated with an upturned lip.

His smile was nothing short of goofy, his blue eyes sweet as he looked over your face again and again, almost as though he was committing every detail to memory. There was something about him that just felt. . . different. It felt good.

“Do ya wanna dance?” He nodded towards the packed dance floor, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your best friend tensed behind you. “What happened to good boys being in?” She whispered in your ear, shooting you a pleading look.

You couldn’t help but giggle, waving her off like it was no big deal. “This is just for tonight. We’re only going to dance, alright? Promise.” And with that you stood up, letting him take your hand and pull you out onto the dance floor.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you danced, only that you could feel long strands of your wavy hair clinging to the back of your arms after falling out from its’s updo. You were a drunken, sweaty mess and didn’t care one bit. All that mattered was that Elvis was making you laugh harder than you ever had before. His large hands felt too good on your hips as he swayed you back and forth, pressing you against his thigh. All you would have to do is arch your back just a fraction, and it would be your cunt that he would be leading you to grind against his thigh, not your hips. You should have hated yourself for the thought, but you were too far gone. All you knew was that he was handsome and was looking down at you as though you hung the moon.

He was so big and warm. Domineering in a kind of way that let you know he would be able to take care of you in the exact way that you preferred.

Your fingers gently traced a few of the tattoos on his arms as you continued to sway back and forth, eying the colorful, sweaty skin as he continued to wrap himself around you. He smelled like expensive cologne and warm skin- and it took every last shred of self restraint that you had in your body not to bury your nose into his chest and inhale. Being around him was making you lose your mind.

The two of you only left the dance floor to down more drinks and get away from the loud speakers from time to time when you wanted to converse with each other. It was far too loud to have any sort of heart to hearts with him, but he went out of his way to show off his flashy personality to you.

“I really have to go, Elvis. I’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow afternoon, which means I have to wake up early to pack.” You explained, stumbling outside so that you could wait for the cab that the bar had called for you.

Elvis had been nice enough to offer to wait with you, not wanting any seedy characters to get any bad ideas. It was nearly four o’clock in the morning, and you didn’t even want to think about the kind of people that might be lurking in the darkness. L.A was a terrifying place to be left alone in. Especially at night.

“The clubs not even closin’ yet though. Why don’t you wait for just one more hour?” He begged, his gold bracelet sliding down to his forearm as he clasped his hands together over his chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the dyed brunette eyeing the adorable way your nose scrunched up as you did so. Yeah. . . he was completely smitten. It was official.

“I’m serious, Elvis. I have to get home.” You weren’t giving in, no matter how much you wanted to.

Your friend's words were finally pounding their way back into your head, reminding you that the man in front of you would only break your heart and leave you to pick up the pieces afterwards. Casual sex used to be fun for you, but you were bored with the notion. What you were looking for was someone to settle down with. Elvis Presley definitely didn’t seem like the type.

“Well where are you doin’ tomorrow? Maybe we can do somethin’ fun.” He needed to see you as soon as possible. He could tell that staying over at your place or vice versa was completely out of the question, so he didn’t even attempt to offer. You were worth the wait anyway, so he didn’t mind taking his time. He could tell that you were old school, and he respected it.

This way of thinking was completely out of character for Elvis though. The reason why he wasn’t afraid to sleep around and forget about the women that he spent time with was because the two of you were very similar. The musician was a hopeless romantic, and wanted to fall in love more than he cared to ever say.

If you weren’t in love then you weren’t alive. That was his way of thinking, at least.

He wanted somebody to share his life with, but he hadn’t met the right person. He had tried his hand at long term relationships a couple of times, but women had a track record of breaking his heart. So he had gotten into the habit of being the break-er and not the break-ee.

“I’m headed to Mexico for this business trip. If I show up with huge bags under my eyes my manager will not be happy.” You watched as he perked up, your eyebrows raising in confusion.

“I love Mexico! Where exactly are you stayin’?”

“Cacún. . .” You replied slowly, not exactly sure whether or not you wanted him to know. There was something about his reaction to the news that made you think that he might try and. . . - no. No way. No normal person- musician or not- would book a last minute flight just to spend more time with you. Stable people’s minds didn’t work like that.

“Oh, that’s perfect. We’re goin’ to Cancún then.” No hesitation.

You guffawed, blinking hard at him as you tried to figure out exactly how to handle this situation. You were used to men being forward with you, but this was on an entirely different level.

“You’re not following me to Mexico,” You told him, reaching out to give his arm a small shake when you noticed the devious smile pulling up at his lips. “Elvis, I’m serious.”

“Oh, I’m so comin’, no matter how much you beg.”

The taxi pulled up to the curb before you could say anything else. With a loud sigh you opened the door for yourself, blurting out “no you’re not” as you closed the door soundly behind you. Before you could even blink the man was wrenching the other backdoor open, sliding his way inside. You laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. He had to be playing with you, because there was no way he could be serious.

“Sir, please wait a minute. He’s not coming with me.” You told the taxi driver before turning to face the black haired man. “Elvis, you are not coming to Mexico. Okay? It’s something that I have to do for work. Now. . . can you please let me go home?” The alcohol was beginning to take its toll on you, and you felt exhausted. Your bed was practically calling out to you. So no matter how charismatic or handsome the singer was, you refused to let him come home with you.

“I’ll get out of the car if you do one thing for me.”

You weren’t surprised when he asked for your number, and like an idiot you complied, writing the words “don’t call” right above your digits.

It was only when he got out of the car with a wide smile on your face that you realized how torn you were. Part of you knew that he shouldn’t call, but a large chunk of you really wanted him to despite that fact.

What you didn’t see was the way Elvis stared after the taxi until it had completely disappeared down the street, and then at the small scrap of paper in his hands. He gently traced his finger over your loopy, feminine handwriting. Eager to get home so that he could give you a lil ring.

The phone had been ringing off the hook since ten o’clock that morning. One after the other, Elvis had left you voicemail after voicemail. You had half the mind to just rip out the cord and cut your losses, but knew that your manager would have no way to contact you if she needed to. So you put up with the inappropriate amount of calls.

“Ya did buy me a shot of tequila last night, which I think has to be a sign that I’m supposed to go to Mexico with ya.”

Beep.

“Me and my band just finished recordin’ our album, which means that I have way too much time on my hands. Really, you would be doin’ me a damn favor if you let me go with you.”

Beep.

“Elvis Presley in Cancún. Elvis Presley in Cancún. Elvis Presley and his weiner are fuckin’ comin’ to Cancún.” His singing echoed around the house.

Beep.

“Hola, mi amor-”

Beep.

“Cancún~,” You bit your lip to keep your smile at bay as you dragged your heavy silver suitcase down your stairs and up to the front door. “Cancú-”

“Elvis.”

“Darlin’!” He called out excitedly as you picked up the phone for the first time that entire morning.

“Don’t. Come.” You tried using your stern voice, hoping he would finally take you seriously.

A beat, and then came his answer.

“I’m fuckin’ comin’.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Don’t.” And with that you hung up, dragging your luggage out your front door and towards the waiting taxi.

You should have been appalled, but how could you be? Because what if he really did show up? The thought of seeing him again made her palms go a bit sweaty. "U-Umm. . . You can just drop me off at the front. There's no need to try and park with all of that airport traffic."

“Are you looking for someone?” Your friend asked, standing up the tips of her toes so that she could shove her carry-on into the overhead compartment.

You pushed the sunglasses higher up on the bridge of your nose, leaning further back into your seat as you watched the door to the plane like a hawk. You hated the fact that Veronica was so observant. Well. . . in this case, at least. She could read you like a book. She had already questioned you about last night until she was blue in the face, and the last thing you needed was for her to find out that there was a possibility that he might be following you all the way to Mexico. And why? You still had no clue.

“Of course not. I’m just eager to lift off, is all. I’m hoping to take a little nap until we get there.” You hated lying more than anything, but you were willing to do anything to keep her from lecturing you.

She meant well, and you loved her for that. You just couldn’t help but feel guilty for dancing with Elvis last night, even if it had meant absolutely nothing. It had to have meant absolutely nothing to you. The two of you hadn’t even kissed, which meant that you technically hadn’t gone back on your word. Good boys were in. And bad boys?

They were out.

The nicer beachside resorts loomed high above the bustling city, their sleek designs and gaudy terraces visible from the lower streets. You had decided to roll down the window of the car so that you could enjoy the warm night air. The smells, sounds, and sights were so different from those that you were used to in L.A. It was a nice change of pace, whether you were here for work purposes or not. All you had to do was play nice with a room full of rich old men and then you’d be in the clear. Your friend had excitedly made plans for the entire weekend, doing her fair share of research to make sure that the two of you had the best time. She’d even called your resort ahead of time so that she could know what kind of food they served. She had originally agreed to come with you right after your bad breakup to keep you company, but what had once been a means to look out for you and offer you support had quickly turned into her hatching a plan to keep your mind off of things.

The fact that this trip also gave her a means to try and dissuade you from ever talking to Elvis again was just an added bonus.

“Ronnie, have you ever seen something so beautiful? Look at that.” You pointed out the window, ushering her to lean closer against you so that she could see what you were seeing.

A crowd of people were dancing amongst each other, string lights swaying softly in the oceanside breeze as they clapped joyously along with the music. You were a stickler for romance films. The cheesier, the better. It was almost as though you were watching one unfold right before your very eyes.

You continued to point this way and that, your eyes wide as you tried to fully bask in the city all around you. For a second you forgot all about the crazy musician and his threat to follow you to Mexico. It was just you and your best friend spending some much needed time away from the messy city life of Los Angeles. The car began to climb the brick road all the way up to the largest resort, intricate metal lanterns hanging from the large front porch of the building.

“They have us staying here?” Veronica gaped, her eyes wide with excitement. This was her first time out of the country in ages, and she was planning to pack in as much as she possibly could over the three day weekend. She had been sure to warn you to prepare yourself for a packed itinerary.

“I had no clue it would be this nice.” You mumbled your reply, reaching your hand out numbly as you watched a few members of the staff pour out from the front lobby.

The car door was being opened for you in the blink of an eye, your luggage already being carried up and into the building.

“Miss (L/N) and friend, we’re so pleased that you could bless us with your presence. My name is Oliver and I will be taking care of all of your needs. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything at all.” Oliver looked to be a year or two younger than you, dressed up in a pressed suit and perfectly starched tie. He sounded like he was reading off of a script, eager to please the star and her close friend.

When you had envisioned Cancún you hadn’t thought of. . . such a fancy resort. Sprawling beaches and family owned restaurants were more your style, but this? You’d happily thank your manager for booking you such a sweet gig. You and your friend would be staying in your own suites on the top floor for free, and all you had to do was sit and look pretty during dinner tonight. Living the life of a celebrity was still new to you, so you had been told that you still had that “small town” charm that people adored so much. You were personable and genuine, which was rare to find in Sin City. Your good looks and sweet attitude was, thankfully, the reason why you were able to live such a lush lifestyle.

“Thank you, Oliver. If you could just point me in the direction of our suites that would be amazing. I need to get dressed for tonight.” Your white sneakers and yoga pants felt hideously out of place in the large lobby. Men and women in full glamor passed by you and your leisurely dressed friend, causing the both of you to duck your heads down in embarrassment in fear of being perceived.

“Of course. Here is your key ma’am,” Oliver slid you the golden key with a well trained smile. “And then here is yours.”

You started to walk off in the direction of the elevator but froze as he called your name once again.

“Someone delivered flowers for you. I can have them brought to your room as well if you’d like.” The young brunette reached down on the table behind him, placing the intricate bouquet down on the counter in front of you.

Your jaw dropped as you realized just how expensive something like that must have been, especially to be delivered. Peonies, babies breath, roses- it was huge. You couldn’t think of anyone that would deliver flowers to you. Not in Cancún, at least.

Veronica elbowed your side gently, eagerly urging you to read the card.

“It’s from-” You couldn’t help but bite your lip, trying to keep your smile at bay. Tonight was already turning out to be wonderful. . . and you practically just landed.

That smile, however, was quick to fall off of your face as you read the card.

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thee-horny-thicky · 1 year

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Hey, Mama!

In honor of Mother's Day, here's a snippet of a fanfic I wrote about Kurusu Kazuki lusting after a single mother, because there's a disgusting lack of reader-insert fics about that blond assassin

If you're interested in the full fic, it's on Ao3 💓

If there was one thing Kurusu Kazuki loved, it was women. Though he was technically bisexual, he had a strong preference for the fairer sex. He adored their feminine curves, their soft skin, and even softer lips. He viewed them as walking works of art regardless of their size, color, or origin. Because in his eyes, women were just God’s gift to Earth, a reason to preserve in this cruel, cruel world. A wise man once said that though it’s a man’s world, it’s nothing without a woman or a girl, and Kazuki wholeheartedly agreed.

And the woman before him only reinforced that belief. With heavy breasts that hung beautifully, a soft tummy he just wanted to rest his head on, deliciously thick thighs that flared out to child-bearing hips, and adorably chubby cheeks, you were truly a sight to behold. A walking fantasy come to life, one that he couldn’t tear his eyes from. From the way you shyly smiled at him, he knew he was coming off a bit strong, but he couldn’t help himself.

His time at the daycare had exposed him to many women he deemed attractive, but they all paled in comparison to you. And based on your ringless fingers, unlike them, you weren’t spoken for. A single mother for a halfway single father, a match made in heaven.

“Papa!” Miri called as she dashed toward him.

Behind her was another little girl with cloud-like black hair, who bared a strong resemblance to you. As Miri called for him, the other child called out, “Mama,” and B-lined for you, confirming the blond’s suspicions.

“Hey, sweetie,” you cooed as you scoop her into a hug, your soft tone making Kazuki’s heart flutter.

She beckoned you to come closer. When you did, she whispered something in your ear, making you furrow your brows together.

“Papa!” Miri repeats, tugging at his pant leg and recapturing his attention. His cheeks warmed as he realized how unfatherly he was being. “Can Mia come over?”

“Mia?” he questioned, trying to recall the names of her friends.

He knew Miri primarily hung around two other little girls, but his daughter was a social creature who would make friends with a rat if given the chance.

“My daughter,” you volunteered as you joined the two of them, clasping Mia’s hand in yours. “She was just telling me about Miri. Say hi, sweetie,” you urged when Mia hid behind your legs.

“Hi,” she whispered quietly, barely loud enough to be heard.

“She’s a little shy around strangers,” you revealed with a soft smile that made Kazuki weak in the knees.

Shit. He needed to say something.

He grinned at you two, hoping it masked his nerves, and offered the girl a wave. “Hey, kid! I’m Miri’s father.”

“So can she come over?” Miri inquired, a small pout on her face at her question going ignored.

“If it’s fine with her mother, then sure!”

He’d like nothing more than to have you at his home. He’d have to make sure the living space was clean, as Rei was a messy being. Often, it felt like he parented two children, a hyper child and a teenager in the middle of his emo phase.

Miri nodded, before turning to you. “Miss, can Mia come over?”

Much to his daughter’s delight, you nodded. “Sure! Let me get your number so we can set it up. When are you free?”

You wanted…his number? Holy shit, you wanted his number! Even the fact that it was completely platonic and for the sake of your daughters didn’t put a dent in his joy.

“Yeah, of course!” Kazuki exclaimed; a tad too eager based on how Miri looked at him funny. Pulling his phone from his hoodie’s pocket, he unlocked it and handed it to you. “Go ahead and put your number in.”

You nodded and accepted the device, quickly inputting your information. Your phone vibrates, and with a nod, you hand it back. “Okay, all set! It was nice meeting you two!”

He felt the same way. In fact, he was thanking every God in existence that you were put in his path.

“Yeah, same here!”

“We have to get going. Say bye, Mia.”

“Bye, Miri,” she said softly, no longer acknowledging Kazuki’s presence.

Okay by him, since she’d have plenty of time to get used to him. Seeing as he was going to woo her mother and all.

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esmedelacroix · 5 months

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28 days til' Christmas

hosting a winter ball with possessive!dio brando ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You sat at your vanity putting your earrings on for the winter ball you were hosting with your husband Dio. He was a very wealthy man but he refused to tell you what his line of work was. On the contrary, you were a popular socialite and had a reputation to uphold. You begged Dio for this winter ball. He was hesitant on hosting it, but can never really say no to you. Besides you had to top whatever ball two-faced Cleo was throwing.

You finished your hair and makeup for the big night you had ahead of you. You were wearing a skin-tight, sleeveless red dress. It hugged and enhanced your curves perfectly. You had a delectable scandalous lit going up to your thigh. You paired the outfit with the most beautiful red-bottom Loubitons. "Hey handsome, care to help me with my zipper?" you asked Dio who was sitting on the chair in his office reading the newspaper.

"Of course darling," he muttered, not looking away from the paper until you sat on his lap. He zipped the dress up slowly basking in the scent of your warm and inviting vanilla-scented perfume. He gave your ass a swift smack causing you to stand up.

"Babe!" you giggled as you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

He groaned at the sight of the front of your dress, drinking in the pure sin and temptation dripping out the seams. "You look marvelous my dear," he started.

"Come, I want to give you something," he continued.

He led you to your shared room and took a long slim box out of his nightstand. "For you my love," he said as he opened the box revealing the most beautiful necklace. The chin was gold and it had the loveliest diamond centerpiece.

"Turn around darling," Dio said as he put the necklace on for you. You feel his breath against your neck. Being so close to him you could smell his cologne, it smelled dark like roses and red wine. When he was done he placed his hands around your waist and kissed your neck. His lips wandered over to your collarbone then just above your cleavage. You raked your fingers through his hair, almost allowing yourself to get lost in his advances.

"Dio the guests are arriving, we can't, not now," you moaned.

"I'll be quick, I promise," he groaned against her skin.

"It's never quick with you," you giggled. He chuckled and let you go.

"Let's go greet our guests, sweetheart," he let his hand linger on the small of your back, leading you down the stairs to the main foyer where the guests were all chatting. The two of you separated so you could both greet everyone. Dio wasn't too crazy about chatter, but he was conversing with people for you. Of course, he kept his eyes on you all night. How couldn't he? You made your dress look among and you were glowing as always.

Everything was going smoothly until Dio noticed a prominent pattern in the way some of the men in the room were looking at you. Their eyes kept wandering to your chest more than they did your beautiful face. They kept trying to touch you as much as they could and that's where Dio drew the line.

He immediately came to your side and pulled into his side by the. waist and greeted whoever these sleazy idiots were. Once he finally got them the fuck off, he took you to the bar. "My dear please give me the strength to not kill that putrid boy," Dio said, running a hand through his head.

"Oh Dio, is that what all that touchy touchy stuff was about?" placing a hand atop his.

"I just want those brats to have the fact that you are married to me so well cemented in their brains that they won't look at you wrong," he explained.

"Well, there is something else you could do," you suggested tapping on your plum lower lip.

Dio smirked immediately, understanding your implication. He immediately pulled you in looking into your eyes for a little while before putting his lips to work. Miguel kissed you like the whole world was watching. Those guys from earlier probably were watching the two of you.

The two of you were in our own world erupting into a fit of laughter after your little makeout session. "We're so unserious," you giggled as the two of you began to converse with people together. With you on his arm, Dio felt like the happiest man ever. Santa could put coal in his stockings and he wouldn't care because he has his darling wife by his side.

Dio spent the rest of the night basking in your beauty and spending the night laughing and joking around and letting loose with your friends. He never really enjoyed talking to others, but you were working on trying to get him to crack open his shell.The night ended with the two of you saying goodbye to the last of your guests before cuddling up and spending the night watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

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chiiyuuvv · 7 months

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• PAIRING — yujun x female reader (mentions goddess and she, but you can always change/ignore that)

• GENRE — highschool au, strangers to lovers

• WORD COUNT — 1.46k words

• AUTHORS NOTE — trying a new format :) yujuns birthday note is at the end

MASTERLIST!

"Yujun?" The books that were in your arms tighten. You stifle a giggle when yujun falls from the bookshelf he was hiding in, a book falling on his head. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah you know.. hanging out." He stands up quickly, trying to play it cool as he waves at a random person. "W-what are you doing here??"

"To study.. that's what you in a library.. study.."

"Yeah well I'm doing the same thing."

"You yelled out at lunch that you hate studying," you deadpan, yujun eyes widening as a nervous smile appears.

"Well uh.. we have a test.. yeah a math test, and I would really hate to fail."

You give yujun a questioning look. Hes the type of student that does their homework as the teacher is collecting it. He doesnt study ahead. But something tells you to ignore that part of him. Maybe he really did come to study, as the unit was kinda hard after all.

"Do you wanna study together?" You ask and you can see the way yujun perks up. "YES!!- I mean yes.." he nods his head, throwing his bookbag over his shoulder and picking up the book that dropped on his head.

You lead him to your usual table, bring up a chair from a different table so he could sit. Which he does. Opening his bookbag and bringing out his laptop, he twiddles with his pencil, hopelessly staring at you.

"Well?" You make eye contact with him, your shoulders shrugging as you bring out your notebook. "Let's get to work."

You were starting to notice how yujun would scrunch his face as he reads a problem, writing something down on his notebook before crossing it out. He had been stuck on the same problem for 30 minutes.

"Do you need any help?" You finally ask, causing yujun to look up. Your eyes soften at his state, how he looked so overwhelmed and tired. You had to do something.

So you turn his laptop over so you could see it, shifting your chair closer to his and you open a new page in your notebook.

You begin to explain the problem to him, looking over ever now and then to make sure he's understanding it. You can see his little nods out the corner of your eye.

But although you were explaining it and he was nodding, he wasn't paying attention. He was too caught up on the fact that a goddess stopped everything she was doing to help him. Maybe if he was actually listening in class then he would know how to solve everything but now, he's happy he didn't, or else he would never get to be right beside you.

Your side profile was gorgeous, he couldnt take his eyes off of you even if he tried. Hair kept moving to your side and you were struggling to see, so he unconsciously tugged some hair behind your ear, watching it slowly turn red as you stop talking.

Realizing his actions he quickly looks down, scribbling something on his paper as he types the answer on his laptop, a quiet 'thank you' spilling out his lips as he keeps his gaze on his laptop.

He tries to ignore the way you look over at him, your eyes still wide. He looks over to you unexpectedly, "what?" He says, trying to play it cool as he begins typing again.

"You just-"

"I think you should focus on your work." He says in a matter of factly tone, cutting you off as he doesnt take his eyes off of his screen. You only huff, writing something on your paper as you hear yujun giggling.

"Are you.. laughing at me?" You turn your head slowly, watching yujun covering his mouth as his eyes curve up.

"No~.." he nervously looks at you before bursting out in a fit of cute laughter, holding on the edge of the table to keep himself up. You try to bite back your smile, acting mad when you just can't.

A smile forms before you start laughing too, looking down as your heart flutters wildly. "Shh the book lady is going to get mad.." you say in between giggles as yujun laughs more.

"Then you stop laughing~"

"No you~"

"No YO-"

"SHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The bookkeeper jumps from behind a bookshelf, scaring some of the kids beside her as she frowns. You and yujun immediately shut up, going back to work until the lady walks away, sending glances at each other before laughing again.

"She looks like that monster from monsters inc." Yujun whispers, slapping his knee as he snickers.

"Yujun you cant say that!!" You snort.

"Its true~~"

"Ahem." You both slowly look over your shoulder, finding the same lady from before with her hands on her hips. "I think the monster from monsters inc. wants you to get out."

Your eyes fill with horror. "Oh my god I'm so sorry-"

"Its all my fault." Yujun cuts you off as you glance at him. Was he really going to get in trouble for you?

"If you can be quiet and study like everyone else, get. out. Go be a couple somewhere else."

"But we arent-"

"Get out!!" The woman shouts as you quickly stuff everything into your bag, pushing in the chair and bolting out of the library. You lean against the wall as yujun comes out a few seconds later.

He didnt mean to kick you out of the library, so he hangs his head low, playing with his necklace as the silence worries him.

"I-im sorry I kicked you of-" he stopped as you let out a loud sigh. He walks towards you, his eyes filled with sorrow when he stops again. You weren't cry.. you were laughing.

You were laughing so hard that there were tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Yujun let's out a nervous chuckle as he tries to figure out what's so funny. He just got you in trouble, you shouldn't be laughing.

But you were, jerking your head forward and holding onto your hurting stomach. "S-sorry.." you say between your laughs, wiping your eyes as you calm yourself down.

"You're.. not mad at me?"

"Mad? That was the most fun I've had in a long time." You remark, a gummy smile popping out of yujun. "Oh.." he laughs softly, checking his phone and noticing how late it was.

"Lemme take you home." There was so much seriousness in his statement as you straighten your back, a quick nod as you begin walking down the sidewalk.

Yujun runs beside you, slowing down his pace so you could walk together as your shoulders brush against each other. There wasn't much talking involved, just a calm silence as the late breeze runs through your hair.

"Yujun.." your voice wasn't as loud as before but it was barely a whisper as you feel yourself getting nervous.

"Hmm?" He turns his head to face you, a hand running down the strap of his bookbag.

"I know you were lying, about your reason for coming to the library." Yujun stops in his tracks. "What was the REAL reason?"

You turn around, watching yujun look down. "I just.. wantedtoseeyou,youknow?" He whispers, but you could hear it clearly, your heart beating wildly.

"O-oh.." was the only think you could muster out, a quiet nod following before you start walking again. Yujun follows you, indirectly making you walk on the inside of the sidewalk.

The silence was a little awkward as you struggle to find something to talk about, as you were still shocked about what yujun said. You take a turn down the sidewalk, stopping at the house that was in front of you.

"So uh.. this is my house.."

"Oh yeah.."

"So um.."

"I'll see you tomorrow okay?" Yujun smiles at you, stuffing his hands into his pockets. You smile back, walking up the driveway and towards the front of your house.

You turn around to find yujun still there so you wave, walking up your doorstep as yujun waves back. You turn around to open the door, but something felt wrong.

Looking over your shoulder you watch yujun turn the heel of his feet, kicking a pebble as he begins walking. But something felt wrong.

"Wait!!" You shout, leaping off the ground and running back down the driveway where yujun stands there confused. Without thinking, you grab his face and lean his head down, placing a quick peck on his lips before shouting a 'good night!!' and running back to your door, quickly opening and slamming it shut as you lean against the door and slide down, unconsciously touching your lips.

Yujun touches his lips the same time you do, as a series of giggles bubble out the two of you.

A/n: its finally that time, it's time for the birthday twins 😭. Jung yujun, my cotton candy boy, you have been wrecking me HARD lately and kindly, respectfully (dont) STOP, like I need to stay loyal to hunter 😭

Anyways, I dont think I've found someone so cute before. From your smile, laughter, just looking at you really I always frown because you're just so cuteeeee. I dont know what to with myself 😔

I am actually really shocked that you aren't the maknae, because you suit it so well. Just a tiny little fluffy ball that I wanna stuff into my pocket.

I know being an idol is hard, but I hope you smile brightly everyday and if not, you have some amazing members that can cheer you up. I love you so so much (sorry hunter) and I hope you have a really good day ♡

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 126. brb x oc

a/n: Nicole is a joy to write, she really is. reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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Nicole’s light eyes were the first thing people noticed about her, light green that looked like the fanciest gems in the world, shining and bright and full of wonder, Nicole was a baby but she was so smart, and curious too…she wanted to know where they were because her father carried her out of the car before handing her over to her mother.

This was a new place! She had never seen this huge building before! It wasn’t her nonni’s house or her grandpa Mav’s place, no this was so big and shiny! Nicole blabbed something, kicking her tiny legs as she was carried by Beatrice, gurgling happily.

“Well,aren’t you happy?” Rooster smiles as he opens the doors for his girls to enter, ‘She’s very happy today.”

“She is.” Beatrice agrees,kissing Nicole’s head and then turning towards Rooster, “Roos,remember-”

He makes a zipping motion over his lips, winking at her, “My lips are sealed.”

Beatrice sighs in relief, nodding at him and the two walk past the concierge who just smiled at them and gestured to the elevators. The woman was so used to them by now she didn’t even need to tell them what to do, they just entered and waited until the doors closed.

The reflection of the three of them faced back, in fact, Nicole’s reflection was wide eyed and confused, her little body stiff and alert because she just couldn’t understand what was happening. She looked back at her parents, then at the metal doors, then back up at the two, her little brows furrowing at how weird this was, “That’s your reflection,Nikki.” Rooster says, leaning down a bit to grab her little arm,kissing that minuscule hand and waving.

The other Nicole waved back, the little baby just looked even more confused, “Aahn!” she turned her head to hide her face from what she was seeing, preferring to hold onto her mother than seeing…whatever or whoever that was. Beatrice,who was deep in thought, looks down when she feels Nicole burying her face into her shirt, trying to hide herself from her reflection, “What’s happening?”

Rooster laughs, gently brushing Nicole’s head, “She got spooked,” he points to the doors, “By our doppelgangers.”

Beatrice blinks up to where he was gesturing, then back down at Nicole, laughing softly, “Nikki, it’s okay,” but her baby girl was holding onto her arm, refusing to look back ahead, “Okay, fine, come here.” she adjusts Nicole in her hold to tuck her on the curve of her shoulder, kissing her soft hair with one of her hands touching her back, “It’s okay,honey…it’s just you, but you are too young to notice it yet.”

“Imagine when she figures out shadows.” her husband jokes, “She’ll freak out.”

“She will.” Bea laughs, still rubbing Nicole’s back, “....what do you think Ev wants to talk about?”

Rooster shrugs, crossing his arms as they wait, “I have no idea, did she give you any…hints?”

“No, nothing at all.”

Bradley hums while still keeping his eyes on Beatrice,”Maybe something about her,” he stares down his wife’s stomach,”Pregnancy.”

“Maybe- oh,we are here,” she shushes him,”Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

Nicole only looked up when the doors opened and she saw something else, a door, a door that opened and showed her aunt Evelyn there waiting for them. She looked…relaxed, she didn’t seem upset at all, in fact she looked really happy? “Glad you three showed up, hi Nikki.” Evelyn smiles, leaning down a bit to be on her honorary niece’s eye level, “How are you,sweetie? Are you okay?”

Nicole babbled something that only makes Evelyn smile more and straighten her body, opening her door wider, “Come on in, Jake is inside too.” she mentions it mainly to Rooster, who nods while guiding Beatrice inside.

And once they do it’s…a lot different.

For one there are so many boxes inside, in different shapes and sizes and colors. Wiley was sitting on top of a large one, eyes closed and tail flicking as Jake messed with something in the background. The blonde pilot looked up from what he was doing to smile, “Well,look who it is.” he smirks, pushing himself to his feet with a grunt - everyone ignored the obvious pop of joints that came out of his knees when he did so- “No one told me the little princess was coming!”

If Rooster had to list everyone in the Squad who adored Nicole more than him and Bea, he had to admit Jake was on the top three - Payback unfortunately remained on the first place - because he truly adored their daughter. Rooster was okay with it because he knew Nicole would have…a lot of uncles and aunts who are just insane for her and would be just as bad as him when it came to her defense.

“Hi Bea.” Jake hugs Beatrice quickly, then turns to Rooster, “Rooster.”

“Hangman.” they clap hands onto a shake,” You seem busy.”

“You noticed,did you?” he looks back at the boxes, hands on his hips and a tired sigh leaving his mouth, “Yeah, setting everything up for the little one.” he nods towards Evelyn, who was slowly making her way over with her arms crossed, “Wanna help? Or are you rusty?” he jokes, punching Rooster on the shoulder, “Been six months already.”

Rooster takes a while to reply and his wife mentally panics, but he’s quick to reply, “I’m not that rusty, what do you need me to do? I’ll be over here,okay gorgeous?” he leans down to peck her lips and then kiss Nicole’s head before he walks away.

“O-Okay.” Beatrice smiles, Jumping a bit when she feels a touch between her shoulder blades, Evelyn’s tall stature appearing on her side.

“Now that the boys are busy,” she begins, “Can you join me?”

Beatrice blinks but nods, “Y-Yea, sure!” she was still confused as to why her friend called them over after all, it surely wasn’t just so Rooster could help Jake was it? She turned on her heel to follow Beatrice down the hallway that led to her massive room, blinking when she noticed how blank the walls looked, “Oh you…removed some of your posters?”

“I did.” Evelyn said,”My mom came over and said that such things wouldn’t be good for the baby, heavy imagery.”

“Makes some sense.” Beatrice whispers, entering Evelyn’s room “Woah.”

There were more boxes there, a lot more, “We are going to expand.” her friend explains, drawing a square with her hands and spreading them apart when she turns to the left, “Over there, it’s going to be the baby’s room.”

“....Really?”

“Yeah,Jake is practically moved over.” she shrugs, pulling her shirt a bit because it rid up enough to show more ot her baby bump,”We decided we could stay here since we don’t plan on having more.”

Beatrice swallowed hard, hugging Nicole close, “Oh, you already decided that?”

“For now? Yes, one kid is what we can do.” her friend explains, “Anyway, that’s not why I asked you to come,please-” she gestures to the bed, the only thing still free of any items, “Sit.”

Beatrice does sit against the headboard, mainly so she could keep Nicole upright and safe - and away from the edge, surrounded by softness and nothing more, without any cat fur in sight since she knew that Wiley was trained to stay away from the beds - her little daughter babbling something as she messes with her rubber monkey.

Beatrice looks up at Evelyn, whose face is still gentle, nothing on there showed any type of ill feelings, “...Bea.” she begins, sitting down on a chair in front of her friend, “Bea I want to ask you something really serious.”

“Okay?”

“Bea, would you and Rooster agree to be my baby’s godparents?”

Beatrice blinks, staring at Evelyn with wide eyes, “W-What, really?”

“Yes, you,Rooster,Shells and Bob are the chosen ones.” Evelyn smiles, ‘I thought it’d be good that way.”

Beatrice had no words, being a godparent was such an honor to her. In fact, Nicole’s godparents were Leonardo and Cynthia, while Rooster chose Nat and Umberto for his side…clearly it wasn’t a religious ceremony but it was what they chose, “Yes!Yes of course!”

“Good, oh God,thank you.” Evelyn drops her head with a sigh, “Jesus.”

“Is everything okay?”

“My parents wanted to shove some of my cousins to step in and I’d never let them get close to my kid.” she snaps, “Plus,I trust you guys.”

While the two talked, Nicole was busy playing with her monkey, chewing its head, looking around the room curiously and then noticing something colorful on the side. Two little things, one cylindrical and the other square, lying on the bed and pointing right at her.

Within arm’s reach as well.

She stopped chewing her monkey to stretch her little body until she reached the things, bringing it closer towards her as her mother and aunt talked. She just stared at the things, then started tapping them together, a plastic sound reverberated but the two women still hadn’t noticed.

Nicole blinks again, setting the things down, then grabbing them - they were heavy! - before repeating the process a few more times. She then decides, out of the blue, to try something. Beatrice still wasn’t looking when Nicole managed to balance one on top of the other, somehow it stayed up like a perfect T shape in the middle of the bed.

She laughs happily, holding onto her shoes as she stares at the new thing she just created by herself…somehow…Beatrice looks back down for a second, then does a double take, “Nikki?” she asks,”Did you- did you do this?”

“What?”

“Evelyn…I…well.”

Her friend looks to the side to see her body lotion and face cream on top of the other, a T standing straight in the middle of her bed, unmoving,completely still. Nicole laughs again, clapping her hands and looking up at the two women, “...does she…does this normally?”

“She has some toys that help but I’ve never seen her do this, oh my God Nikki!” her mother squeals, “I’m going to take a picture so I can show it to your dad- this isn’t normal is it?”

“How so?”

“Well,’ she pulls out her phone, “She’s six months old, she…already does a lot of things.”

Evelyn leans her weight on the bed, away from Nicole’s creation so it wouldn’t tumble down and smiles, tilting her head, “Maybe she’s a prodigy?”

“Haha, maybe.”

Nicole was happily oblivious to the conversation, giggling as she pushed the shapes down and watched them tumble on the bed. The body lotion rolled farther away until it reached the end of the bed but didn’t fall on the ground. Nicole looked up back at her mother and aunt with a gummy grin, shaking her little legs on top of the mattress, ‘...this one will be popular,Bea.” Evelyn says, “I think she’ll be a one of a kind child.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I mean it, her eyes are so bright,” Evelyn smiles, lying down on the bed to stay in Nicole’s eye level, “And she is so alert, aren’t you Nikki?”

“Aa!”

“Yes she is.” Evelyn smiles, her smile dropping for a second, “You know…my dad is trying to…I don’t know, be more present.” she whispers, furrowing her brows, “I think he wants to make up for the long time he wasn’t with me…he wants to be here for the little pumpkin.”

Beatrice smiles as she picks Nicole up again, settling her on her lap, “How is it going?”

A pause.

A long one.

“Complicated.”

“I thought you two were doing okay?”

Evelyn laughs,”We were…until he found out I was pregnant, then he just, doubled up the worry and protectiveness and wanted me to do this, do that…eventually we had a bad argument and I told him he had nothing to worry about since he didn’t know what was like to be a father like that.”

“...Evelyn, oh my God.”

“I know…I felt really bad afterwards but I just…came back home, avoided Jake and locked myself in the bathroom.” she whispers, “...I want us to have a good relationship,but it’s so hard. I can’t–I am not a child anymore,I accept suggestions but I don’t like when he tries to act like he knows what he’s talking about…hell even when he wasn’t deployed he was distant. Too many reports, meetings, this, that, like…ugh.”

Evelyn drops her head onto the mattress with a heavy sigh escaping her lips, “It’s just complicated…doesn’t help that he tries to use it as a way to show that’s how Jake will be like, he doesn’t know Jake. Jake is nothing like that.”

Beatrice could only offer Evelyn a gentle smile, she could understand her frustration because of her father, placing a hand on top of her friend’s back to support her. Nicole however was busy with something else yet again, but not something she could touch, no,she was looking intensely to the side, chewing her monkey as the two women continued talking.

Nicole’s light eyes were focused on a specific spot, one spot that suddenly made her giggle quietly, then giggle a bit louder, her little arm reaching towards nothing, “Dada!”

“Huh?”

Beatrice and Evelyn stop talking, seeing Nicole was still laughing, bouncing a bit and trying to grab the air, “Dada!”

“I think she’s missing Rooster.” Beatrice says, even if her eyes slowly drag towards the empty spot with a confused frown. She wondered what triggered Nikki to call for Rooster so suddenly considering she never did that before, “But…honestly,Ev…just give your dad a chance. You are his only child, you are pregnant…he wants to be close.”

“I don’t know,Bea.”

‘He’s trying.” Bea reinforcers, “Okay,he’s not the best at communicating but…he’s really trying to be there for you. He just wants you to be back in his life.”

Evelyn frowns,rubbing her nail over the mattress cover, licking her lips as she thinks about it, then laughs softly, “...damn, you know, Nikki is never going to have issues talking to you.” she says, “You are too good of a person Bea, better than I am.”

‘That’s not true.”

“No,it is…I almost stopped talking to him again for…no reason.” Evelyn pushes herself to a sitting position,” But…I’ll follow your advice-” Nicole only giggles at nothing again, stretching her arms even more, “Maybe you should take her to Rooster.”

“Yeah, yeah I will.”

“By the way,” Evelyn says as she stands up, taking Bea’s hand as she does so,”Me and Jake were talking about something too.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,we both had this weird dream that you were pregnant again.” Beatrice’s face paled but Evelyn didn’t notice it,”I think my hormones are somehow going towards him because how weird was that?”

“Oh, h-haha,so weird!” Beatrice’s voice comes out high pitched and nervous, but she tries to play it cool, “S-So weird.”

“Ah, nevermind…come on,I need some water.”

Beatrice waits a few seconds to follow Evelyn outside, closing her eyes and muttering a ‘that was close’ once her friend was out of earshot. As she was leaving the room, Nicole giggles one last time “Dada!” before they make their way back to the front of the penthouse. Beatrice looks back towards the empty room, furrows her brows and decides that, right now, she really didn’t need to think about whatever was happening.

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Deepspace 1.5

Rafayel x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: after the cold shouldering you gave your boyfriend, you and Rafayel spend a heated evening together.

Genre: SMUT, flufffy fluffy fluff,

Warning: EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD. ORAL (m. And f. Receiving),GOOFY SEX TO SERIOUS SEX (sex isn’t just transactional love your partner!)

(A/N): god I hope I write this well 😭 I’m not a smut writer, but I want to try cause I love this (STUPID) game. And I’m hoping if I write about Rafayel I’ll get his birthday card 😃 <- me being delulu (spoilers I did not get the card)

Hey if you are under the age of 18! DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW AHEAD! GO HOME! WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS!

Deepspace parts: 1 , 1.5 , 2 , 2.5 , 3 , 3.5

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His muse finally in his arms. How couldn’t he be happy. In fact he couldn’t be happier. His strength replenished, his mind at ease, and his heart mended. Rafayel’s hands dance across the canvas. The broken glass from the vase he knocked down being used as a way to reflect light onto the canvas hovering above certain colors to give a brighter feel to them.

“Let me guess you’re gonna call this piece ‘shattered’?” You quip mocking his voice from the couch as you tidy up the living space.

“Pfft, seriously you’re selling me so short. I was thinking ‘clarity’.” He looks back at you, his gaze longing. 4 days he hadn’t seen you, 4 days he neglected himself cause he didn’t feel himself without you. He watches you ponder the name and step closer to the canvas to get a better angle.

“Yeah… that makes sense. I like it! It’ll look wonderful in the center of the gala!” You beam at him. The distance between you two is rather long for him. He knows it’s a conversation to have. But right now he just wants to be close to you.

“Speaking of that gala is a silly cutie like you taking your handsome, charming boyfriend?” He beckons you closer to him.

“You’re already going! You have to present your artistry.” You roll your eyes at his pout. “And since when did you like going to events?”

He ponders for a moment. “When they involve you.” The sky smile he gives makes your face warm up.

“Y-yeah whatever… I wouldn’t dream of going without you anyway… unless you don’t, you know, want to…” you trail off giving a half smirk. You hint at the situation you just found yourself out of.

“I want to. No way in hell would I want to be away from you right now.” He hops down from the ladder and presses your hands to his lips. “I… I know I get really frustrated at times, but I love you being near me and I love being near you. I don’t think you’re clingy or annoying. If anything it’s my job to annoy you.” He leans his forehead against yours. His thumbs gently graze the back of your hands as he continues to kiss them.

His kisses make you melt. They are soft and warm. And you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face as he does so. “I love you Rafayel.” The words come out barely above a whisper.

“I love you more (Y/N).” His eyes dart down towards your lips then back up to your eyes looking for permission. You give a soft smile and place your lips softly on his.

You feel his whole body relax as your lips move against one another. Soft whines and groans slip from his mouth into yours. His arms wrap tightly around your waist moving only slightly caressing your curves and dips. His hands rest finally on your hips as you pull apart. Both of you pant hot breathes in the small space you left between each other.

“Raf’ I want you… I want to be close to you in a normal sense and… that… way.” You batt your pretty eyelashes at him and he groans. His face finds purchas in your neck. He lays soft kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“Do you know what you do to me? You’re the only person that makes me feel so much with so little effort.” You feel him smile against your neck as he says this. Knowing he doesn’t mind the fact you make him go crazy.

You gasp as you feel him hoist you up. Your legs lock around his waist as he continues to kiss your neck and jawline. “Are you sure you want this?” He stops just before the bed. He softly plants you on the edge waiting for your answer. The look in his eyes makes you shiver. It’s sensual and restricted, like he’s trying his hardest to hold back.

“Raf… please. I need you in me.” In a moment he pounces on you.

His once soft kisses turn feverish and desperate. Needy and eager. His tongue gazes your bottom lip asking for entrance. You give him access to explore the depths of your mouth. Your tongues intertwine and dance with each other. Your lungs begin to burn, you pull away to breathe. He gives you a pout with swollen lips.

Catching your breath you give him a small chuckle. It only makes him pout further.

“And why are you just laughing and not kissing me.” His arms wrap more around you.

“You’re just so cute. I can’t help it! Plus I was thinking about earlier, you have so many pictures of me!” His face takes a deeper hue of red. He looks away bashfully.

“I missed you… a lot… and I wanted to see your face so I started drawing you from memory.” His nose nudges your jaw and neck as he breathes you in.

“I missed everything about you, your laugh, smile, eyes, nose, even your eye rolls!” He chuckles as he kisses lower down your collar bone. The roaming hands grabbing as much of your body as he can hover over the helm of your shirt.

“Can I take it off you? Can I unwrap you like a candy bar?” You laugh at his words.

“Candy bar?!” He starts laughing too.

“Yeah! Cause you’re the sweetest treat I could ever have… I bet you even taste like candy down here.” One of his hands trace your thighs, your whimper out a laugh. “Unwrap me Raf, as long as I can unwrap you.” You rub your hands against his chest and abs. Pushing his shirt up slightly to feel his bare skin underneath.

He tilts his head back with a smile enjoying your hands. “Yeah… yeah, let’s do that.” He feels his mind already getting hazy and clouded with thoughts of you unraveling for him, because of him. He quickly discards your shirt kissing you further down your body. Only stopping to let you pull his shirt off. The next to go is your bra, he quickly unclasp it and tosses it towards the nightstand.

You gasp as his hand gravitate towards your chest. Kneading and massaging your chest. He leaves a trail of kisses down to your stomach, and right above your hips. You whine, it sound like heaven beneath him. A symphony of sirens luring him in. He needs to hear more, he wants to hear more, he has to hear more. He presses open mouth kisses around your panty line looking up at you through his lashes.

Your head is tilted back, the veins on your neck are on show. You can’t look at him. If you do you might just break. “Baby~ look at me. I wanna see your face.” He mutters into your tummy.

“I want you to watch as I devour your cunt.” You feel him smile as he nibbles on your hips.

“I- I can’t.” You whine.

“You can. You will. Look at me.” He stops his menstruations and leans over you. “Please baby look at me.” Hot breaths huff into your neck.

You look at him. Elegant is the only word you could use to describe him. His moles contrast beautifully against the reddish color of his cheeks and nose. His lips partly parted and swollen, glistening with spit. He smiles as you stare at his face. You’re equally disheveled. It makes him giggle, “you’re a mess pretty girl.”

“You should see yourself… are you gonna keep staring at me or are you going to eat me out? I’m drying up by the second here.” That’s a lie. With the way his hands rub over your thighs and abdomen there’s no way you’d calm down.

“Oh?!” He challenges. When you don’t back down he falls to his knees and comes face first with your soaked center. Your panties are damped and sticking to your lips. “Mmm this down here doesn’t look dry baby~ this looks like you’re excited to be fucked by me.” You moan softly as he runs his thumb over your panties. The feeling isn’t enough. You need more. So much more.

“Raf… Ngh!” You jolt as he licks a strip over your pussy. Your moans get louder as he keeps lapping at your cunt. He does that a few more times before sliding your underwear off and tossing them somewhere in the room. He growls softly at the sight of your slick running down your lips. Before you can say anything else he dives in. His tongue circling your bundle of nerves, sucking and nibbling slightly.

You cover your mouth to stop yourself from being too loud. He sees this and glares at you, but he doesn’t stop devouring your cunt. Instead he start eating you out with more vigor. Wanting you to be loud for him. He gets so into it he starts lifting your hips off the bed making you fall backwards. He places both your thighs on his shoulders. Your hands fly to his hair and the sheet below you as you cry out in pleasure and shock.

“Raf! S-slow down I- I’m gonna-!” You can barely get the words out. He doesn’t stop his nose now rubbing against your clit. The stimulation gets too much the tight coil in your gut snaps and you gush against his tongue.

You scream as you arch you back off the bed. The heels of your feet dig into his shoulders. As you start coming down from your high you realize he hasn’t stopped, instead his tongue pokes and prods at your entrance. Then it fully dives deep into your sopping wet hole. Exploring and tracing your walls. Whining at the overstimulation you push his head away.

“I already came- please!” Your body jerks and spasms at his antics. He looks at you with a quirked eyebrow and a smirk. The little shit.

“I still have to stretch you out babes, I don’t want you crying about how too big my dick is.” He taunts you with a fake pout that turns into a cunning smile. You moan softly at the thought of him stretching you out.

You feel him slowly scoop up your essence with his middle finger. Then slide it right into your sopping cunt. The way your back arches and your mouth hangs open has him dizzy. His pants are tight, he really needs to stop wearing skinny jeans cause they are really suffocating his cock right now. He looks up at you and he feels your feet push the hem of his pants.

“What? Into feet play now?” He laughs at your snort as you shake your head.

“Take them off, I can’t feel you like this.” You smile like the sun rays glistening over the sea.

“Babe, I’m pretty sure you can feel me like this.” He pumps his finger harsher, it makes your eyes roll back.

“No, I wanna feel your dick. Pleaseee.” You whine and wriggle on his fingers.

“Fuck it.” His patience was already low from the start. It’s not fair how you have him in such a chokehold. As your lemurian for centuries he’s always obeyed you. Even if he wasted there is no way he could ever say no. You were his as he was yours.

The moment his pants and boxers come off he lets out a groan of relief. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock hitting his lower abdomen. Your eyes follow the v-line of his hips, down the prominent vein along his shaft, to the blushing leaky tip his thumb caresses.

“You’re not fair.” You pout. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“I can’t help I’m sculpted by the gods sweetheart. I was made just for you.” It’s your turn to roll you eyes as he gives you a wink.

“Yeah sure Mr. Crafted by the gods, come here already.” You hold your arms up waiting for him to come into them.

He wastes no time spreading your legs and sliding between them. You can feel him panting against your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. His lips begin to hurt from hard he has to bite them to stop himself from losing it.

He’s focusing so hard he doesn’t hear the sheets rip under his nails. The sound just turns you on further. You coax him to go further by wrapping your legs around his torso, applying minimal pressure to get him to push in further with his cock.

You feel full just from half of him inside you. His cock was the perfect amount of girth and length to get you to see stars without him even thrusting. The slight slant downward of his shaft made the slightest of movements impossible to miss. You hate him and his perfection.

You hate the way his lashes flutter as he starts a sloppy rhythm. You can’t help but to hate the way he holds your hands while you get used to him moving. You hate the way his volume gets louder than yours. Which is pretty loud as you haven’t stopped moaning his name. His rhythm evens out enough for him to bend down and kiss you. He kisses you with so much emotion it makes your mind blank.

“Hah… my muse… baby- shit. I love you, I’m sorry I made you feel less than, hah… fuck, loved. You… hhhh, you deserve to be spoiled, and loved.” If he wasn’t speaking directly in your ear you would have missed his words with his balls slapping against your ass as he picks up the pace.

You grab the back of his neck and pull him into a sloppy make out session. You do trust your voice to reply, you’re afraid you might forget your words between y’alls moans. He understands what you want to say though. He feels it in your clinging to his back and legs keeping him from pulling out fully. He sees it in your unbreaking eye contact and the way you cradle his face in your hand. He hears it in your chants of his name, and gasping moans when he grazes your sweet spot.

He knows you love him too, and he knows you know he would drain the ocean just to hear you laugh and see you smile.

“Raf- so close. I’m so close please, come with me, come with me please.” You continue to plea as your grip grow tighter by the second.

“Uh huh yeah, gonna come for me? You gonna do that sexy thing when you arch your back into me? Fuck come for me.” His fingers find you clit, he starts rubbing small circles on it pushing you over the edge.

He follows not to far behind you, your walls pulsing and clamping down on him was more than enough. He didn’t think he was gonna last as long as he did. Especially with the way your voice was going through his ears and straight to his dick.

You start to come down from your high and push his hand away that’s playing with your clit. “I’m sorry for bugging you while you were-“ Your cut off by a pair of chapped lips.

“I thought we already made it clear, it’s my fault. I was an ass that stepped way out of line. I mean how did you let me get away for yelling at a goddess like you?” He smiles at your laughter as you pull him back into a kiss.

You stay in each other’s arms enjoying each other’s presence. You won’t admit it but you think you’d never get over losing him, despite his cocky, clingy, picky, sarcastic self. You loved him more than words or actions could ever express.

Only time, which you both would transcend for each other, would.

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JESUS I DIDNT MEAN TO WRITE SO MUCH BUT LIKE HOW DO EXPLAIN SEX?????

N E WAY… I love him 🥺. XAVIER IS NEXT! I wonder how I’m gonna hurt your feelings with him 🤔.

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