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#not so sfw I guess :P
satoruhour · 3 months
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Just thought of something FREAKY in class… Single father Satoru looking for a babysitter and you’re looking for a side income during semester break and the tension goes crazy!!!! “We should’t be doing this my son will wake up” I’M GONNA SCREAMMMM
BLISS, PURE BLISS
a/n: happy new year LMFAOOO. thank you for all the asks btw i promise ill answer them asap 🥹 / @shotorus @osaemu @shidouryusm @mysugu @hyomagiri ♱
wc: 6.4k
warnings: ‘onee-san’ used but more of just addressing reader as an older figure because saying babysitter is kinda weird lol (kind of like how chinese people use 姐姐 even if they are not related), fem!reader, dilf!gojo, age gap (gojo in his late 30s, reader in mid-20s), angst if u squint, bit of slow burn n tension, making out, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, praise, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, p -> v sex, multiple rounds, consensual filming, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
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“no fucking way . .” you mumble mostly to yourself, standing in front of the largest house of the gated community in roppongi, and while you knew the people here were excessively and obnoxiously rich, you’re never quite prepared until you’re getting a key card specifically mailed to your name just so you could enter.
you’re not even shameful when you take a video to send to your best friends, locking your screen almost immediately because you knew you’d never get to the job on time if you replied to them. with calculated steps, you’re walking up the house that’s designed with a modern structure, yet still retaining characteristics of a traditional japanese home. it’s less prominent at the front of the house, though.
“(y/n)-san, was it?” a voice startles you out of your ogling sessions. if the garden was already this nice, what would be in store for you when you went in? you’ll be finding out soon when your employer himself opens the door to you, a man with striking white hair and equally striking blue eyes that seem to look right into you. he’s dressed in a suit, probably no doubt ready to get to work while you’re out here taking your time. you cringe, immediately walking up to the door.
“y-yes! yes, i’m sorry sir, i was just uhm—”
he holds that intimidating stare just for a moment but then he breaks into a smile that mirrors the bright sun that shines down on the porch.
“it’s alright . . it’s not everyday you’re working at some rich guy’s house, right?” he jokes but that strikes a little ick into you — he’s already ticking the boxes of obnoxious and excessively rich, but you hate the effect he’s having on you.
“yeah . . no, i guess,” he hums in reply before sticking a hand out.
“gojo satoru,” he introduces himself, “call me anything but that sir shit, alright, doll?”
you nod obediently, trying not to let the little pet name get to your head because he probably does this to any babysitter who comes through the house, but either way, he’s welcoming you in and it’s like you step into a world unreal. it’s spotless, the floors shining under the sunlight, a large television in the living room, a spacious open concept dining-kitchen area, and this is just the first floor.
gojo takes his time to show you the house — where his kid’s toys were, where the food was, where the bathrooms and bedrooms were, it was never-ending. every step you took made you feel like you were walking the length of the nile, each turn only revealing more rooms and corridors.
and then, finally, his baby boy.
“he’s a cheeky one, takes after his dad,” even with all the cockiness he’s shown to you, you can tell he has a soft spot for his kid. the boy stirs from his father’s voice, gleaming in happiness as he puts out his smaller hands to be picked up. as he settles into his arms, it’s just sinking in how tall your employer is. he makes a toddler look like a baby with how small his son looks wrapped snugly.
“satoshi, hi,” he whispers, bouncing the kid in his arms, “want to say hi to your onee-san?”
you manage a small wave but all he does is turn to hide in his father’s arms, definitely scared from a random stranger suddenly talking to him.
“she’s going to be taking care of you for the next month or so, you know?” he mumbles, brushing a hand through the matching white hair, “be nice to the babysitter, okay?”
all satoshi does is hum into his dad’s neck before he’s giving you a sheepish smile. “he’s like that, don’t worry about him.” and you return the smile, thinking that he wasn’t that obnoxious that you thought and that maybe he’s really a dad trying his hardest for his one kid. you realise he’s taking too much time, though, and so you sought out to remind him.
“oh, uh sir— gojo-san, don’t you have to go to work?”
although he’s mentioned satoshi to be taking after him, the boy goes right back to sleeping when he’s put back into his bed so you follow gojo as he adjusts his cuffs and smoothes out his collar just outside the room and you make the mistake of glancing upon the mirror on the far end of the corridor — it was undeniable that you looked like a high-end couple who’s newly married and raising a kid. you try to shake off the thoughts of adjusting his tie for him.
“it’s not being late if you’re on top.” he smirks and you resist the urge to roll your eyes; at least you weren’t alone in purging the delusional thoughts from your head, he was basically helping you at this point and you struggle between characterising him as conceited and admirable. “but, yeah, i should get going.”
but he stands at the door with backpack slung onto one shoulder while he continues to explain satoshi’s routines to you, his habits and also had to sneak in a few cute photos of the kid while squealing repeatedly and you’re left wondering how this guy could be the CEO of a company.
it’s been like that for as long as you can remember — bidding goodbye to your parents as you tell them that you’re off to your part-time job over the winter break. they’re happy you’re even leaving the house, shoving your lunch into your hands with big smiles that you’re at least doing anything other than sitting in your room. the train ride to the gated residential was nice, too, apart from the very crowded subways for people going to work in roppongi.
gojo greets you every morning when you arrive, reminding you of satoshi’s feeding times and his favourite shows and everything a father should know but don’t have the luxury to experience with aforementioned kid. it’s a little bittersweet, every time you see him kiss satoshi goodbye that turns into remaining in his room, to holding your hand and saying goodbye to daddy from the second floor, to getting carried by you at the front door.
it’s slow but sure progress day after day, from watching his cartoons, feeding him at the kitchen island, playing with his toys, that satoshi feels more and more comfortable with you, learning that while he was a well-behaved boy, he definitely had hints of your employer in him. mannerisms, words, voice, you wonder whether he even got any part of his mother in his genes.
you’d never ask, though, but it was told. unexpectedly.
“i’m home—” the last parts of his word die down into a whisper when he opens the door to see satoshi cuddled up to you, the last bits of home alone playing softly. by now you already know what happens in the movie so you’re texting your friends and laughing softly to yourself, jumping when your boss steps past the doorway. gojo winces when he checks his watch (“fuck. it’s already ten.”), toeing his shoes off and apologising simultaneously.
“oh— man, i’m so sorry, i had a late meeting with the CEO of our neighbouring franchise, i totally forgot about the time—” gojo’s quick to make his way down to the small pit of the house (he likes to call it the conversation pit), settling down on the side where satoshi had his head in your lap as his eyes linger on the movie. instinctively, his hands reach to pat his leg.
“oh, it’s okay, gojo-san, it’s the holidays anyway.”
“yeah?” he turns to you, one arm propped on the back of the sofa, “and why don’t a pretty girl like you have any plans?”
that catches you off-guard, among the many other times he’s called you pretty or sweets like no care in the world. you’re never quite used to it, too, seeking to fluster you. “you shouldn’t say stuff like that to me, gojo-san . .”
“why not?” he’s turned back to the television, now, and you take his place, staring at his side profile as the scenes of the movie move along his face. “i’m a single dad, aren’t i?”
“yeah but . . you could have anyone.”
“what if,” he turns and you chicken out, head snapping back to the front while he watches you and the both of you cannot deny the tiring dance you perform around each other all the time. the clench in his heart when he sees you carry his baby boy at the porch and the small smile he gives you every morning before he leaves for his job. he doesn’t want to go through with it and sighs.
it’s become hard to breathe around you. it’s become hard to hold himself back around you.
“i worked too much.” he suddenly says, facing the TV again. “i was too engrossed and . .”
confusion seeps in at first. yeah, it was no secret he worked his ass off despite being at the very top. your gaze falls to satoshi, curling more into your side like he’s cold and you adjust the blanket. you nod in recognition.
“we fought a lot. i tried— i tried to alter my schedule as much as i could, driving to and fro whenever she needed me, bringing satoshi to work as a baby when we couldn’t come to a compromise, but it was a lot. for her, for satoshi. he could sense whenever we were about to fight, on edge voices, items clattering to the floor . .”
by now, he’s leaned back, back of his hand resting on his forehead, “and he’d cry like he was interrupting us. cheeky, i told you,” and his eyes close, “we hardly reached middle ground. it was either this or that, hire a nanny or we take care of him, my endless job or the joy of life. i’m ashamed that i’ve prioritised my job more, and still do it now.”
“if you didn’t, i wouldn’t be here, would i?”
that draws a chuckle out of him, “correct.”
“she couldn’t take it, not when she was a businesswoman on top of that. she was out doing herself at every aspect in her job, going to greater heights, and while she accused me of putting work first, she isn’t entirely innocent, either. but that’s . .”
“you don’t have to say anything, gojo-san,” you mumble as you watch the reunion of the characters in the movie before the screen cuts the black, no doubt affecting him in some way at the warmth displayed by the movie that contrasts heavily with his situation, “the fact that you even told me is . .”
the heavy atmosphere is disrupted by satoshi gasping, “papa! you’re home.”
you exchange awkward smiles as you watch the boy fight his way out of the blanket to hug gojo, the latter huffing when the boy drops his body weight on him and you take it as a sign to give them a bit of privacy, standing up to clean up the popcorn and cups. laughter and your employer’s voice resonate throughout the place even as they go up the stairs, a rare occasion where gojo is able to get his son ready for bed.
it’s only maybe an hour later when the house falls into silence. mouth burning from the mouthwash, the heater in satoshi’s room turned to a high setting, one bedtime story was read (which, he fell asleep halfway), the boy was out like a light. you felt it inappropriate to leave without at least saying goodbye, but you also didn’t want to cut into their time together; at least, that’s what you told yourself.
so you waited with your things on the kitchen island, getting a risky text just as gojo comes down, still in his suit from work.
[11:02pm, nobara -> you] BITCH GET THAT DICKKKKK!!!!!!! 
and you yelp softly, slamming your phone down onto his marble counter. thankfully, he doesn’t notice, eyes close to shutting from fatigue. 
“oh, shit, you’re still here?”
“i thought it would be, weird, if i didn’t say goodbye,” you get ready to leave, slinging your tote bag on, “but i also didn’t want to intrude on your time with satoshi, limited as it is.” well, you did also wish something would happen, but you had too much pride to admit it to yourself.
“you got a ride home?” he yawns and you feel guilty for extending your stay already. you didn’t even need to worry about the front door, he lived in a gated community for christ’s sake!
“um, not really, but i can always book an uber home.”
“i’ll drive you home, it’s unsafe,” is all he says like he’s trying to convince himself, “let me just get changed and we can go.”
gojo doesn’t leave you any room to protest before he’s up the stairs again and you’re left with a pounding heart and dizzy head, not sure what might ensue. you know him to be honourable; you’ve seen him with his child, you’ve seen him interact with his neighbours, but a late ride with your boss sounds sketchy as it is.
but it doesn’t feel like it when you feel the tokyo wind blowing through your hair, a slight gap in the window bringing you the chills of the night as he silently drives you back home. sitting in your employer’s car most of all felt weird, but even more so when he’s reaching your home faster than the gps system had predicted. his knuckles are white.
“you—”
your head snaps to him, “yes?”
his car headlights are the brightest in the parking lot where every car is silent, quiet, much like his clammy hands and red cheeks. gojo satoru turns to you, feeling that familiar tug in his heart and lump in his throat for the first time in a while, and he can’t speak.
but you lean forward like your life depends on it and you leap inwardly when you see that he does the same. eyes trained forward, your stares boring into the other, waiting to see who’d close their eyes first. you just stop short of an inch, met with the hypnotising swirls of raging oceans in gojo’s eyes and you swallow when his eyes flit down to your lips and back up like he wouldn’t get caught.
with shaking hands, your fingers trace over his lips and you sigh when you feel just how soft they are, just like his skin, just like his eyes when they look at satoshi. your heart skips a beat when he just lightly kisses the pads of your fingers, and that encourages you to cradle his cheek, up his jaw, up his undercut.
“let’s just kiss, yeah?” he was afraid that if he spoke too loud, he’d shatter the glass, snap the string of tension, voice cracking until you swallow it, you stomach his nervousness with a lively, strong kiss from your lips to his, and he just melts.
gojo hums into the kiss, leaning forward over the stick shift and into the passenger seat before you counter it with your own movements: hand on his shoulders and pushing until you’re on his space of the driver’s seat and playing the game of tug that’s been going on for the past few weeks. you win.
“god, you’re so . .” gojo whines out when you climb onto him, whispering into your mouth while you get comfortable in your straddling position, cutting him off with a second, rougher kiss and you both moan softly, passion taking over in the evident way your arms scramble to wrap around him while he pulls you flush against his front.
the car is filled with sounds of your kissing, something that definitely shouldn’t be done in his home and yet you risk it all in your home’s parking lot. you break the kiss and hide in his neck, already starting the makings of a hickey there while your pelvis selfishly grinds into his front and he kneads your ass. in the mingling of breaths and moans, he’s left to stop the two of you when there’s a muffled ringtone coming from your bag and you swallow at the insanity of the situation.
“i’ll see you, monday, right?” gojo breathlessly says later, bulge still showing through his sweats while you hang outside the driver’s side, not wanting to leave. he takes your hand, planting a peck on it and then brings you in for another harmless kiss.
“yeah, gojo-san . . monday.”
you lose count of how many times you’ve swallowed throughout the night, but he says something to lift the mood just a bit.
“we just made out and you’re still calling me by my last name?”
you laugh lightly, “monday, satoru. i’ll be there, same time, on monday.”
gojo leaves a farewell kiss to the inside of your wrist, “attagirl.”
 but if you’re not careful, it might just happen in satoru’s house.
the remainder of your employment at his house is tiring. it’s so hard not to kiss him before he leaves for work, so difficult not to long for him while you take care of satoshi, so entirely harrowing not to claim him as yours as you watch him play after his work. at this point, you’re hoping school will just start soon and the rush of assignments and readings will take your mind off of it, but you cannot deny the excitement every time you leave your house.
“you’ll bring food and cook every monday, wednesday, friday, and i’ll order food for the both of you every tuesday and thursday, how’s that?” gojo thinks it’s time to introduce him to larger pieces of food, but it’s gone past that by now and to your meal arrangements.
“i’m okay with cooking, though!” you assure him, and plus, you loved your parents’ home cooked bentos that they give you everyday, “do we gotta?”
“sorting out meals is tiring, (y/n),” gojo takes the place beside you, leaning against the counter just like you before drinking out of his cup, “i want to at least help at little.”
“you already are.” you smile, “i can see you making the effort.”
“it’s not enough, though, i could be doing better.”
gojo hates how this scene sets up — like two parents just figuring out the best for their kid — it’s a callback to the memory in the same exact kitchen. at least all you do is kiss and make out, because he wouldn’t know what to do if you moan out his name in that same intimate way that threatens his walls to come down again. he loved sex, he loved the bedroom, but he’s riding a thin line the way he’s doing with you.
“you are,” is everything that you say, and you leap forward to kiss him. you do it so hard that he has to put down the glass to fully embrace you, walking you backwards to the conversation pit and he carries you so effortlessly because he doesn’t want you walking backwards down some stairs.
he hates how you bring him into your lips, he hates how gently he lays you down, and he hates how you accept the kisses down your neck and body. you, on the other hand, aren’t doing so well, either — it’s either a hit or miss with a broken man like gojo satoru, and you’re stepping on glass shards hoping you don’t say anything wrong with him because he’s trying his best but he just can’t see it.
“are you okay with this?” he asks halfway down your torso and he gets lightheaded from how well his hands cover your waist. “tell me to stop, and i’ll stop.”
“n-no . . keep going, satoru.”
he exhales shakily at that, fingers tugging your top up and his hands are so cold you resist shivering, but you do anyway from the sheer fucking craziness that gojo drives you into. one pop of your button, and you’re already lifting your hips off the couch for him to remove your pants but movement on the stairs make you halt.
“papa?” satoshi calls out sleepily, rubbing his eyes and pouting. you can see it, almost, with how much time you’ve spent with the kid, and you hope he can’t see you. “i . . i had a nightmare and i just— i wanna sleep with you.”
he’s started sniffling and you feel your heart break that he knows his papa well enough to know he would never sleep in his room. his job always has him sleeping out in the living room.
go. you mouth, kissing your fingers and pressing it to his lips before he puts on a show — yawning, stretching his arms, already making satoshi feel at ease with his theatrics before he’s stopping at the foot of the stairs to look back at you. you already know gojo satoru has redeemed himself a hundred times over. i’ll see you tomorrow. 
funnily, satoshi somehow does have some intervention powers, because each time the both of you attempt to go down on each other, he’s either saying he threw up, or he needs to use the toilet, or that he’s hungry. while you both love him to death, it’s also becoming difficult to hold back each time you see each other. his car in your parking lot is all he has and you dare not to go to his workplace where rumours would spark.
so after a tiring night of getting a hyper satoshi to sleep, you’d at least try. at this point, you know not to expect too much out of it, starting always with some talking. it was easy to talk to your boss, and when you phrase it like that, it did come off a little strange, but it was far from that when your boss in his late 30s looked just like he did ten years ago and that he had crazy blue eyes and insane white hair and was hot.
“thank you for taking care of him for the past month and a half,” gojo thanked you, leaning over to give you a peck to the temple, “it means a lot.”
“he’s a sweet boy, plus, i do need the money,” you giggle, nudging him, “and it did let me get to know you . .”
“certainly,” he mumbles. drunk off your scent, he leans in again, kissing you fully on the lips now. you hum softly, going on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. swiftly, he props you on the kitchen counter and you yelp in surprise, unable to help the throb of your pussy when he slots himself in between your legs.
jokingly, he puts his hand to his ear. “no satoshi interruption tonight?”
you smack his shoulder, “don’t jinx it.”
he laughs, a proper laugh before he sighs shakily, fingers thumbing your sides gently. “you know . . we shouldn’t be doing this,” you feel your heart sink a little, but he quells it with hovering lips over yours, “he could hear and wake up.”
“then why have you been accepting all my kisses, gojo satoru?” your eyes challenge him, but you know one touch from him would have you submitting to him. his breath fans over your lips, and you can feel his pulse speed up when your fingers go over his neck, to his nape, to his undercut. you run your fingertips through it.
“you have too much power over me, simple.” that sentence has your eyes fluttering close. it’s too much for you and yet you welcome it with open arms, “it’s become so bad that you’re all i think about.”
“is that so?” you pull lightly on his hair.
he nods, foreheads touching now and he’s trying to hold himself back, but, “i’ve been holding back, entirely too much, baby, and i don’t think i can, anymore.”
“yeah?” you whisper, bringing him in with your legs, “show me, then.”
gojo satoru decides that maybe taking the leap isn’t so bad, so he fully gives himself to you, tugging your lips to his in a clashing kiss that has you groaning in pain just a bit. he giggles and apologises and tries again, and this time, it’s got your hips moving against him, whimpering into his mouth. gojo’s hard just from kissing, something that he’s desperate to relieve himself off so — he’s whispering for you to hang on while he slots his hands under your ass and lifts you.
satoru knows his house well, walking up with you in tow and lips still on yours, right into his room. you giggle when he plops you down and he’s already looking forward to ravishing you, but —
“let me check on satoshi for a sec.”
you laugh silently, “of course, satoru, go.”
and once your boss’ made sure his son is out cold in slumber, he’s all over you again and definitely showing you how much he’s been holding himself back. you’re the pure focus of the night, making you chase for more when he pulls away and kissing down your body. he worships it, tongue circling a nipple while his hand plays with the other, eyes staring holes into yours from how intense the blue was.
“s-satoru . .”
“yes, sweets, what is it?”
“feels good—” you whine, back arching into his hold once he leaves your tits and continues down your body. each kiss is like hellfire against your cold skin, and he pops a button and listens out again, both of you sighing in relief and giggling to each other when you don’t hear a knock on the door.
“does it? good.” it’s tantalisingly slow, the pace at which gojo peels your clothes off, but when your pants are finally off, he marvels at your beauty as he brings your legs apart. you’re shy, hiding yourself behind your arms and resisting his hands.
“aht, no, c’mon, show yourself, baby.” he only moans when he sees the dark patch at the centre of your underwear, pressing a finger into your clit and you’re ashamed at how intensely you react to it. gojo continues his torture, thumbing your bud just to watch your face contort into pleasure, “so, so pretty.”
you preen at the praise, even more so when he pulls your panties to the side and sucks slowly on your clit. it’s slow, again, and you’re clutching the sheets so tight when he lays his tongue flat against your pussy. satoru takes his time, savouring each bit of your cunt to make up for lost time, filling the room with the lewdest noises of your sopping cunt on his tongue.
“taste so fuckin’ sweet, pussy’s s’good,” he practically moans into your core, arms wrapping around your thighs to bring you closer while you try to keep your noises down to a minimum. little pants and mewls leave your lips, eyes never leaving the head of hair.
but he’s unpredictable, as gojo always is, so when he’s hovering over you just to give you a little innocent kiss, you think nothing of it, until he’s back in front of your pussy and starts eating you out like a starved man. you let out a loud moan, dragging it out until you’re gulping down your next sounds. it doesn’t help much, though, cause gojo’s slurping at your pussy like it’s the end of the world.
“s-satoru—! too much—” you moan but your hips grind into his mouth, your hands now finding purchase in his hair, “t-too loud.”
“mmf— don’t care,” he mumbles into your cunt, making sure he gets every drop of your arousal on his tongue while he abuses your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking hard and you think it’s the best head you’ve ever gotten.
“not when your cunt’s so perfect,” you only press his head deeper into you like it would stop his muffled sentences, but that only spurs him to suck harder before he just shifts down a little to plunge his tongue into your hole. you choke out a moan as his nose nudges your clit, clenching around his muscle.
“relax— mmhh, you gotta relax, baby,” he’s massaging your thighs but if anything it does the exact opposite, closing your thighs around his head in sensitivity.
“it’s— h-hard to,” you moan out, already feeling the coil in your tummy that’s approaching oh, so quickly when gojo eats you out like this. he shifts his attention back to your puffy clit, eyes flicking up to make contact with yours and you shrivel under his intense stare, “w-when you’re making me feel s’good—!”
you feel him smile into your cunt but he says nothing, taking note of the drop of your jaw, the scrunch of your eyes, the contractions of your stomach. your legs like to straighten out and shake when you’re close, he memorises. when you start to tighten your grip on his hair, he ingrains it in his mind.
“cumming— i’m c-close,” but it’s like satoru doesn’t even need it when his eyes digest the way he sends you over the edge with just his tongue.
“g— god! satoru!” your mouth falls into a silent scream after, head dipping so much into the pillow while you grind your cunt into his face, gushing all over his face with a renewed spirit and regret for all those times that men have rubbed your left lip thinking it was your clit.
“let it go, yeess . . that’s it,” satoru doesn’t hesitate to get sloppy, sucking up all your cum, gasping for air once he’s done with his meal, “pretty girl just came all over my face.”
you struggle to your elbows despite the words he utters, propped up just to catch a glimpse of him and the soaked bottom of his face that stretches into a smile.
“was that better than all the uni boys who’ve never felt the touch of a woman?” you laugh at that, making quick work of grabbing his chin and bringing him back to your lips.
“much, much better.” and you take the opportunity to flip the tables, trembling, shaking legs trying their best to wrap around his torso to straddle him —  but once you’re over, you’re not quite sure what to do apart from letting your hands roam all over the expanse of his shoulders and chest.
“and can she do it again all over my cock?” the obscene words sound almost taboo falling from his mouth that your mouth drops open in initial shock, but it subsides into anticipation soon enough.
wordlessly, you take matters into your own hands, fingers making quick work of his trousers while he removes his top impatiently. the scowl on your face is prominent when you struggle to work his belt out and he chuckles with helping hands, the burn on your face deepening.
“there,” gojo giggles and he pulls you in with a peck-filled apology, “don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”
you hum, “not when your son could knock any time soon.”
that prompts a giggle that fades off into a loud moan once your warm hand wraps around him, something that he’d never tell you how many times he’s fantasised about. slowly, you stroke his cock, excruciatingly slow just like how he’s done to your cunt earlier.
you’re hovering over him, now, dragging his tip along your pussy and whining softly at the pre-cum that mixes together with your juices. you need him into you as soon as possible, and apart from your soon burning thighs, you’ve been wanting this for as long as you’ve stepped foot into his house from the very first day.
inch by inch, you sink down onto gojo’s weeping cock, getting the luxury of feeling his sensitive twitches with the plunge into your cunt. you’re glad at least he had offered to stretch you out just a tad bit earlier, the intrusion of his fingers already having you panting for his dick; and now, when you have the real thing, it drives your mind insane.
“’t-toru— haah . .” your body curls up from the painful stretch, lips muttering the nickname unknowingly as you grasp onto his shoulders for support, and while he helps you on, he never stops saying the most filthy things, grinning each time you clench around him.
“never thought i’d be here, fuckin’ the babysitter, but here we are,” your oh my god is whispered only for the other to hear, body burning up from the words before he grinds his pelvis into yours and you slump forward in pleasure. your words are a bunch of nothingness, a string of incoherence, “and her pussy’s just so fucking— tight!”
giving you one or two breaths of rest, satoru coos in your face, cradling it and littering kisses all over it before he’s moving his hips and you’re breaking the kiss to whine out, moving your hips to meet his as well. you move sooner or later, bouncing on his cock once you’re more used to him in you and the position only hits all your spots just right.
“f-fuck— you’re so big—!” you roll your hips into him, eyes stuck on how there’s just a small bump in your tummy each time you bottom out. your boss from across you is equally ruined, eyes struggling to keep open with wet hair stuck to his forehead. “feel so so g-good . .”
“yeah?” he breathlessly mumbles, hand squeezing and kneading your ass and trying to help you, but the warmth of your cunt around his length just feels too good. “bounce on that dick, baby.”
and you do, planting your feet into the bed and fingers creating bruises along his shoulders as you impale yourself on his fat cock, switching to relaxing in his embrace and letting your hips do the work when your legs start hurting. there, you indulge in gojo’s lips as you hump him, the delicious friction of your clit against his pubes sending you reeling.
“you’re going to be soaking my sheets from how much you’re leaking,” gojo jests, letting your moans take over his mind while his lips trace down your neck, eyes just peeking over to see your ass ripple from the force. “not that i mind. how’s she doin’?”
“she’s getting,” a choked whine interrupts you, “a little tired.”
and that draws a laugh out of gojo who does nothing but tease you, something he likes to do even in makeout sessions, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach over to his bedsie table to grab his phone, leaning back to bask in your glory. here, your body just looks heavenly as you try your best to move on his lap.
“hang on a little more for me, princess,” with one hand, his larger hand leave chills all over your body and the other points his phone at you, not before making sure you were okay with it, “and smile for the camera.”
you try your best even when his hand make his way to your mouth, pulling it open with his fingers to slot it in. you’re sure you look like a whore right now, but the camera pointed your way only turn you on more, like it’s beckoning you to put on a show. and you loved the attention, so you close your lips around his fingers and start sucking, grinding even harsher on his cock that has gojo stuttering.
“y—yeah, attagirl . .” he grins at the video he takes, “show the camera how much of a cockslut you are.”
you whine, bringing the hand to your clit while you shove two hands onto his torso to really work your thighs out, feeling that familiar curl in your stomach once he starts rubbing his saliva-filed fingers along you bundle of nerves. 
“r-right there, satoru—!” you swear under your breath, giving hooded eyes to the camera while you chase your high drunkenly, all sort of coherent thought banished from your head. “love your cock, love it, love it—!”
satoru swears he wants to cum from just watching you use him, and even holding himself back is proving difficult when you clamp and tighten around him until his fingers press particularly deep into your clit and you’re cumming with a loud cry of his name, body convulsing all over the video.
“tha’s a good girl . . cream my cock, yeeaaahh . .” gojo watches, hypnotised, as you lose control over your body, but the pleasure-filled whimper that you merge his name with is just too good, that he spills unexpectedly in you. the video is far from stable, so he only slaps the phone down to relish in his orgasm. gojo pushes his hips up and you gasp at the feeling, back arching when you feel his cum seep into you.
you’ve never even given much thought to pregnancy, but the feeling of his cum dribbling into you fogs your mind that you only want more after a mental note to buy the morning after pill tomorrow.
“n-need more,” you beg, fondling at his cheeks and undercut, “w-want more cum in me, satoru . .”
and it’s like a flip switches in him, because he’s flipping you over right after — he has to see his cum leave your pussy first though, taking the still ongoing video and putting it right up to your pussy, using his tip to smear your mixed juices all around.
“who knew i’d hired such a dirty girl?” he addresses the camera more than you, but he catches your flustered glance with a wink and after poorly setting up the camera on his bedside table (he just was too intoxicated on your cunt), he’s pushing back into you with a loud groan, not even caring for the consequences any more. his cum is just so much, too, spilling out the sides.
“only f’r you,” you mumble, grabbing at his forearms needily. your eyes flutter close as he bottoms out, your legs pushed right up to your chest as he folds you whichever way he wants to. at this point, if he wanted to own you, you wouldn’t object one bit, not when gojo satoru’s cock stretches your pretty pussy so nicely. “a cumslut only for you.”
“yeah?” he starts moving his hips and your arch into his hold, “i wonder how i got so — fuck — lucky.” everything is sloppy and wet and disgusting and you love every moment of it, even after he’s cummed in you the second, third, fourth time, you’re happy to be pumped full of his cum, giving him a tired, glistening grin that he returns.
“think i should be transferring over my life savings for a cunt this sweet,” you giggle at the compliment, but don’t protest when he’s pulling up the app to gift you with a hefty amount; both your salary and bonus, all from making gojo satoru fall helplessly just from your touch — something to brag about indeed.
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chuunai · 3 months
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hey, congrats 100 followers !! i would love to join your celebration♡ may i request beastzai (or js adazai) with the scenario married life (1) & all in all, it was a typical tuesday (8) as the prompt ?
congrats on 100 again !!!! it’s a big number and a big achievement !!
I think Dazai is really hot too.
✧˚ · . vroom vroom, than a table for two - dazai osamu
he certainly couldn’t complain.
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summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → icky PDA, cutesy nicknames, minor mention of sex (it’s like barely there though) and overall puppy husband dazai. also obvious mentions of suicide its DAZAI
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It was Tuesday.
And also another hardworking day at the Agency. So, so tiring, according to your husband—not that he ever worked—to the point where he simply needed a break with his lovely spouse. That’s how you found yourself hand-in-hand with him during your lunch break, walking down the sidewalks of Yokohama while he excitedly spoke about a new suicide method he had heard of.
Yesterday was a homemade shrapnel bomb, today was a wrecking ball.
“Basically, you hide out in a building that’s scheduled to be demolished and eventually it collapses on you! Pretty sweet, isn’t it?”
Quirking an eyebrow, he turned to you expectantly, a cheery smile on his face. It was quick, painless enough method of suicide. Beautiful in a way, too. Sunlight would be warming his skin, the air fresh and crisp and then tons of concrete and plaster would crush his entire body in one fell swoop. No pain, just gain of access to the afterlife.
Looking back at him, you sheepishly shrugged, replying back to amuse both him and yourself. 50% of the time, his attempts were idiotic and funny, the other 50% was genuinely worrying and mildly terrifying. Today seemed to be the former, though. Thankfully.
Plus, it wasn’t like the method would even work due to some random info you found out about on the internet.
“Yeah, but I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure they check the buildings for people before they demolish them. So you’d get found out.”
Your tone was as equally playful and light as his. He wouldn’t really kill himself. You weren’t ready for a double suicide yet, sadly. His lips curled into a frown when you mentioned how it wouldn’t work, his fingers squeezing yours as he exaggerated his sigh.
“And here I was, certain of my demise! Guess that means I’ll be with you a bit longer, darling.”
Not that he really minded.
Sure, he constantly went off about suicide and how beautiful the whole concept was, but at the end of the day, he wouldn’t want to die without you at his side. He’s firmly one of those people who’d kill himself after his beloved died. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself after you died. Sure, he made Odasaku a promise, but he made you a vow.
Until death do them part.
When you died, so would he.
But no one was dying today. Just a happy day for a happy couple.
Dazai’s hand slipped out of yours, curling around your hips instead as he pulled you closer to his side. He wanted to show off his pretty partner to anyone who happened to look over at you two. Show off the person who owns his heart and soul and is his perfect reason to live for just a little bit longer. No one else deserved his gorgeous belladonna.
Just him and him only.
Only Dazai could kiss your lips at any given moment—publicly or privately—, and only he could watch you dress up for dates, brushing out your hair while he mumbled compliments into the spot where your collarbone met your neck. Only Dazai could spend hours with you at night, hearing his name from your lips while his fingers intertwined with yours at the intimate moments.
No one else could hope to do the same with you.
That’s why he soon was leading you into a bakery, the smell of pastries and bread flooding the air as he looked over the treats in the display cases. Black sesame roll cakes, all squishy looking and yummy. The cookies ranging from chocolate chip to matcha and plain vanilla. They all looked so good, but the prices weren’t quite the same.
God, when it came to money, Dazai wished he was still in the Mafia. At least he had tons of it back then.
Now, he had to be a bit more frugal with his income from the Agency. Sure, you guys weren’t dirt poor or unable to afford food and other necessities, but you couldn’t always get special snacks like this. Maybe once every week or two, if you could do so.
Nudging your shoulder, he tapped the glass, looking at you expectantly. He always did this—letting you choose what the two of you would eat. Dazai didn’t mind either. You had good taste unlike his diet of canned crab and alcohol.
“I trust my lovely spouse’s taste and that you’ll pick something good like always.”
He was such a puppy. Only for you, he thought.
“Uhmm…dunno. Pick a number, one or two.”
Dazai placed a finger on his lips, pretending to be in thought like it was the most important decision in his twenty-two years of life so far. Brows furrowed in concentration, eyes darting between you and the sweet treats while he hummed quietly. One or two? Eh. He’d go with two. There was the two of you here, after all.
“Two.”
He watched as you pointed at a slice of strawberry cheesecake, your eyes looking at him for approval. Honestly, Dazai never understood why you wanted his approval for everything. You were his equal—his life partner, nonetheless—so there was really no need for this behavior. But he couldn’t blame you. Even now, he had a bit of a commanding aura.
“Oooooh, that looks good! Knew you’d pick something tasty.”
Dazai pecked your cheek affectionately while he held your hand walking to the counter, ordering two slices of strawberry cheesecake, taking out Kunikida’s credit card that he had ‘borrowed’ from the blondie earlier at work. Compared to the thievery he had committed in his younger years, it was practically begging to be used with how his wallet was smack dab in the middle of his desk.
Carefully holding the two plates of the cheesecake slices, he led you over to a table in the corner, giving you a fork as he sat down across from you. He didn’t eat until you dug into your piece first, making sounds of contentment as sweetness coated both your taste buds. Geez, it was good. Worth the price for sure. The corner of your lips were stained with the white frosting, and so he swiped his thumb over the mess, cooing at you like a parent.
“Ah ah, ‘donna. You’re getting messy.”
Dazai liked the flush of your face. How flustered you were as you insisted you could clean yourself and that you weren’t a baby and a fully capable grown adult.
“I’m not a baby, ‘samu! I can take care of myself, ‘kay?”
Of course, of course.
“Uh-huh. And you’re not a baby. You’re my baby. My clumsy little baby who can’t eat without making a mess.”
Chewing on the rest of his slice, minutes passed, filled with conversations between the two of you about work, how Atsushi was doing—probably still traumatized and fucked over, is what you both agreed about—, plans for dinner. You tastefully ignored his comment about what he wanted for dessert. At least there weren’t any kids in the bakery.
Thankfully for everyone else in the establishment, your ‘lunch’ was finished. Walking out of the cafe, he clasped onto your hand firmly, feeling his wedding ring rub against your skin. The sounds of honking and birds chirping filled the air, but all Dazai could hear were your gentle breaths coupled with the sound of your footsteps.
Nothing really mattered besides you, in his eyes.
His everything—his reason to live.
Eternally.
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suashii · 9 months
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୨♡୧ TREAT YOU BETTER — bakugo x reader. sfw. hurt/comfort. fluff.
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jumping to conclusions and making assumptions without all the facts is rash, you know, but you’re starting to think you’ve been stood up. what else does it mean when your date is fifteen minutes late and has left three of your texts unanswered?
a flurry of emotions whirls around inside of you as the realization dawns on you; embarrassment, anger, sadness. the last one pisses you off even more because you shouldn’t be sad. that poor excuse of a potential boyfriend certainly didn’t care about you, so why should you place any weight on his actions? if anything, you dodged a bullet.
that’s the logical, rational way of thinking, but ignoring the pang in your heart is harder than you think. you can’t help but get caught up by the wave of disappointment that washes over you. the plastic straw between your teeth is almost chewed beyond recognition as you contemplate whether you want to swallow your pride and stay to eat alone or admit defeat and just pay for your lemonade.
on the other side of the window, where city lights gleam as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, bakugo is walking home from patrol. his eyes wander, taking in the scenery with each of his steps. it’s by chance that his gaze turns to the very restaurant you’re in, and even more of a coincidence that he notices you with the way your cheek is smooshed against your hand.
he had planned on going straight home after finishing up for the day but the mere sight of you has him making a detour to join you inside.
you’re just about to consider flagging down a waiter when a commotion erupts at the entrance. if it had been ten minutes ago when you were still eager about your date, you would have turned around to see what everyone was clamoring over. instead, you sigh, hoping that it won’t be too long until you see someone who can give you your bill.
you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to drown out the noise but your effort is for nothing as patrons and staff alike continue to animatedly “ooh” and “aah” at the person’s arrival. the cherry on top of your already forming headache comes in the form of a chair scraping across the floor; much too close for it to be anywhere other than your table.
thinking it’s your overdue date by what has grown to be twenty minutes, a bitter protest bubbles up in your throat—something about how he’s already wasted enough of your time and you don’t have any more to spend on him. although, it dies on your tongue when you open your eyes and see a familiar head of sandy blonde hair and a set of piercing scarlet eyes. you breathe out a breath you didn’t know you were holding upon seeing the man across from you.
“someone’s awfully dressed up to eat unaccompanied,” bakugo starts, propping his elbow up on the table to replicate yours. he takes in your outfit; more formal than anything you’d usually wear but less than what he recalls you putting together for any of the UA dances when the two of you attended. if he had to guess, bakugo would conclude that he interrupted a date.
“yeah, well, i wasn’t supposed to be here alone,” you tell him, flicking your straw.
you’re dressed for the occasion, that much is sure, but something about your air is off to bakugo. he watches quietly as you aimlessly play with your straw. your eyes are turned down, like if you look up and meet his, he’ll see something you’re trying to hide. it clicks only a second later and the lax expression bakugo’s wearing is traded in for a frown. “your date didn’t come?”
“nope,” you pop the p and give your straw one final flick before pushing the glass away and sitting back in your chair. now that the cat’s out of the bag, you finally find the courage to look the man in the eyes. it’s strange, you think, that all of those negative emotions that you were drowning in only a moment ago don’t feel as suffocating now. the only thing that’s changed since is bakugo’s presence. you can’t put your finger on it, but him simply being here has made you feel a little better.
“asshole,” bakugo mumbles under his breath, though it’s loud enough that you can hear it. it almost makes you smile.
bakugo crosses his arms. he had originally come in to poke fun at you and maybe get a look at the guy you had come with but he’s glad that he missed the punk, and for more reasons than one. he’s sure that if he saw him now, his name would be making headlines for assaulting a civilian. although, somehow the thought of seeing him with you happy and joking—having a good time is even worse to katsuki. 
there’s an itchy feeling in the back of bakugo’s throat as he thinks about why that is. it’s something he’s known for a while, at least since the two of you graduated, but something he has yet to confront; at least with you. he’s acknowledged these feelings that venture beyond friendliness himself, though, and he finds this part a bit pathetic, he hasn’t come clean about them to you.
maybe that’s because he isn’t as courageous as he paints himself out to be or maybe it’s because there’s a little piece of him that feels as though he isn’t good enough for you. but his glimpse of how poorly you were treated tonight is all it takes to convince him that he could do so much better, and you deserve as much.
with a newfound resolve, bakugo clears his throat. “have you looked at the menu?”
your eyes flit to the menu at the center of the table before that dart back up to your companion’s face. he doesn’t look upset like he had earlier on your behalf. you had scanned over the menu a few times during the delay but instead of saying so, you ask, “why?”
“because, i’m going to give you the date that prick couldn’t.”
whether it’s the declaration itself or the person it’s coming from, you aren’t sure, but your heart skips a beat with katsuki’s words. it’s a gesture you can’t see him doing for many others and that fact alone warms your cheeks. still, you can’t be positive that he meant in a romantic sense, the way you had taken it. as embarrassing as it is to ask, you’d rather be on the same page than get your hopes up over a chummy attempt at cheering you up. “um, like a date as friends or…”
“an actual date,” katsuki clarifies. he can’t quite tell if your eyes are widened in pleasant surprise or partial horror. the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable, even if that means humiliating himself. so he adds, “if you’re okay with that.”
for the first time since you sat down, a genuine smile pulls at your lips. you were sure this night wouldn’t turn around but you’re starting to think this is a better outcome than you could have hoped for. because, unbeknownst to katsuki, each of your failed dates have been placeholders for the one you’ve truly wanted—him.
“yeah,” you nod, “i’m okay with that.”
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fuyuluvr · 1 year
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hi, I was wondering if you could write about y/n attempting to kabedon them, it doesn’t matter if it’s sfw or nsfw. :P
chifuyu, kokonoi, inui and sanzu.
have a good day, thanks.
you’re not going anywhere
synopsis: you attempt to kabedon them
characters: chifuyu, kokonoi, inui, sanzu x gn!reader
genre: fluff, a bit of crack
warnings: kind of steamy in kokonoi’s part, bonten!sanzu so beware of spoilers! sanzu’s part is suggestive.
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chifuyu: 
“oi, pay attention to me!” you whined as chifuyu shrugged you off once more. 
“i will, baby! let me just finish this chapter.” chifuyu said, turning a page. you huffed but agreed nonetheless, chifuyu did promise you that this day would be just the two of you hanging out but he forgot that the latest issue of his manga was released. 
you knew how excited chifuyu gets with his manga so you let him be, scrolling mindlessly through your phone as his hand was intertwined with yours. the blond running mindless circles on your knuckles. 
“ah! damn it. a cliffhanger!” chifuyu huffed before turning towards you with a pout. “i have to wait one more week to find out what happens, can you believe that?” he whined towards you. 
“you deserve it.” you teased as his pout deepened before turning away from you with a glare. “you’re mean!” he said as he removed your intertwined hands. 
“but you’re my baby, so i guess i have to stick with this mean baby.” you let out a smile as he turned towards you, the same expression of yours on his. 
“ah, we’re watching that new series, right?” chifuyu asked as he tried recalling the title. you nodded in response before leaning back onto his bed. 
“let me go to the bathroom and order food real quick! i’ll be right back, don’t start it without me!” he said before walking out of his room. a groan escapes your lips as you stretch your body, a dull thud  was heard as chifuyu’s manga fell from the bed. 
you stood up to inspect the fallen book but you were surprised to see a page folded as if he were bookmarking it. you picked it up and saw the main character being cornered between a wall and someone pinning them down. 
so this is what he likes.  you thought to yourself before smirking. interesting. 
“baby?” chifuyu called out, walking into the room with his phone in hand as if he were reading something out of it, “what do you want to ea- oi!” a thud was heard and chifuyu dropped his phone, your face was in line with his sight.
“w-what are you doing?” he asked as he realizes that he was pinned against the wall. 
“mm.. i don’t know, fuyu. kinda wanna eat you instead.” you reply with a cheeky wink, effectively making the latter blush. 
“oi, quit fucking around, what the hell are you doing?” chifuyu sputtered out but making no move to get out of the position the both of you were in. your boyfriend couldn’t look you in the eyes and at that moment you decided to come closer. 
“‘fuyu~” you cooed, the hand that wasn’t plastered on the wall came up to cup his cheeks. 
“what?” he replied, as if his face wasn’t hot and his heart wasn’t trying to escape from his chest. 
“you’re so cute.” you say, placing a peck on his nose then a short one on his lips. chifuyu glared at you before wrapping his arms around your frame, catching you off guard and letting the both of you fall to the ground. 
“you’re going to be the death of me, you know?” 
“hm? i was only doing what your manga was.”
“you saw that?!”
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inui: 
your relationship with inui has always been too… vanilla? no. not really? but it felt like you never had the honeymoon phase that typical lovers had. 
the word “boyfriend” only felt as if it were a title and nothing more, but you didn’t know how to change it nor do you know how to approach inui about this. 
you’ve always known that inui is more of the reserved type, he doesn’t initiate affection but he will welcome it when you latch yourself on him, but it never seemed to happen the other way and you were tired of it. 
when you talked to kokonoi about it, he only laughed. “he’s always been like that.” he said before patting your head slightly. 
“though… i think things would change if you catch him off guard.” kokonoi continued before bidding you goodbye. 
catch him off guard? 
now, you were waiting for inui to come home from his meeting, he told you to not wait up as he didn’t know how long it would take him and he’d rather just have you wake up with him tucked at your side rather than keep you up. 
but of course, you didn’t follow his request. now, here you are waiting for him to come home. 
you didn’t have to wait for long as the door opened, inui’s heavy footsteps were heard. 
“welcome home.” you say, startling inui a bit as he looked at you alarmed, once he got over the state of shock, he gave you a warm smile. 
“i’m home.” 
“didn’t i tell you to not wait up for me?” inui asked genuinely, you nodded your head in response. 
“the bed feels cold without you, sei.” he smiles at that. 
“let me get washed up and i’ll join you, okay?” you gave out an affirmative before the both of you heading to the bedroom. 
once inui was in, you couldn’t help but think about kokonoi’s words from earlier. of course, you haven’t really thought of anything that would catch your boyfriend off guard. but that didn’t mean you weren’t trying. 
you were so lost in your thoughts that the next thing you knew, the sound of running water stopped and you were on your feet. 
“doll, we should restock on the body-” inui was cut off by his back hitting the wall “wash.” he continued, your arm was braced against the wall, looking down with a blush. 
you couldn’t believe that you impulsively pushed him against the wall for no reason. 
“doll?” inui questioned, you lifted your head to look up at him, even with the advantage of pinning him down, you were still weak. 
inui had a confused look on his face before his fingers landed on your chin, tilting them further up. 
“sei-” he cut you off with a kiss. your eyes instinctively closed and your arm on the wall was lowered as inui placed his hands on your back, pulling you further towards him. 
after a few seconds, he pulled away, leaving you in a daze. 
“doll, if you wanted me to kiss you, you should’ve just said so.” he smirked. “kokonoi told me you were deprived of affection.”
“i’m going to kill that bastard!” 
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kokonoi: 
to say you disliked kokonoi would be an understatement. he is a bane to your existence. and you didn’t even know how it all happened, you don’t know when the ravenette decided to wake up and be a pain in your ass but suddenly bickering became a daily routine between the two of you. 
“oh? what do we have here?” kokonoi clicked his tongue, “seems the janitor forgot to take out the trash today.” you rolled your eyes at him.
“clearly, you’re still here.” you rebutted, pissed at the way he let out a smirk in response. 
“koko… you should stop.” inui said, hand on the raven’s shoulder as he pushed him out of the room gently before turning towards you. 
“please excuse my friend’s behavior” inui said before leaving the room as well, leaving you frustrated. 
the next few days were a cycle of you and kokonoi trying to push each other's buttons. neither side was wanting to let the other win and in all honesty? inui was tired of it, he just wanted one day where you and kokonoi aren’t screaming your heads off at each other and trying to push each other to your limit but clearly, that wasn’t happening. but today, you were not having the best day. all you wanted to do was go back to your house and sleep.
“i see you’re still wearing that tacky button up, (y/n).” clearly the gods weren’t at your side as kokonoi called out as he saw you walking with your friend. 
you gave him an indifferent look, “your eyeliner is smudged. you didn’t even try to look presentable today.” 
“that’s because i’m already hot, i don’t need to.” he smirked at the frustrated look on your face. you bit your lip slightly, wanting nothing more but to just leave his vicinity because you were clearly not in the mood. but kokonoi paid no mind as he tried pushing your buttons once more. 
“you can go ahead, i’ll text you when i get home.” you say to your friend who hesitantly nodded as they noticed the brewing tension between you and the ravenette. 
“oh? if you wanted to be alone with me, you should’ve just said so.” kokonoi smirked as he stuck out his tongue in an annoying manner. 
all kokonoi did was blink and suddenly he found his back to the wall with you pinning him down. 
“huh? why so quiet now, koko?” you purred out, a glare piercing through your eyes. kokonoi could only blink in response, not knowing how it turned out like this. 
it took kokonoi only a few seconds to make sense of the current situation before smirking and staring fiercely right back at you. 
you were confused, but you didn’t show it. 
“ah, you’re truly underestimating me, (y/n).” and all of a sudden, it was you who was pushed back to the wall. 
“you’re so cute when you’re mad at me.” kokonoi stuck out his tongue playfully as you glared under his gaze. 
“fuck off.” “I don't want to.” kokonoi smirked before tilting your chin up.
“push me away if you don’t want this.”
you didn’t move. and it was apparent that kokonoi noticed before he let out a small smile and brought his lips down to yours. you yanked on his hair, a quiet groan leaving kokonoi as his hands pulled you against him. 
murmurs of ‘i fucking hate you’  left the both of your lips everytime one of you needed to part for breath.
the both of you pulled away, eyes lidded. 
“i still fucking hate you.” “right back at you.”
your eyes turned into a glare as kokonoi smirked at you. 
“go on a date with me tomorrow?” “pick me up at seven.”
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sanzu: 
“i’ll try to get back before dinner, ‘hun. i’ll see you later, mikey’s calling for me.” sanzu said before kissing the crown of your head and leaving the apartment you owned. 
he didn’t even let me say anything!  you thought to yourself as you continued doing your own work. 
you didn’t want to complain, you knew sanzu loves you and that he has to follow mikey’s orders, but really? he came home 4 hours ago and now he’s leaving again? you want to understand, really, you do. 
but would it kill him to spend atleast more than 4 hours at home? probably, if mikey deems so. 
you couldn’t really do anything about it, especially when sanzu has always reassured you that nothing bad would happen to him and so far, sanzu comes home to you in one piece. 
so you couldn’t complain. 
hours passed, you’ve already done your work, and started on dinner. you were so caught up in slicing the vegetables that you didn’t hear your phone ring. it was on the second try when you hear sanzu slur into the phone. 
“hey, dollface. i’m sorry but i won’t be able to come home early. ran invited the whole gang into his newly opened club.” he said, with the tone of his voice you knew he was under the influence. 
“you said you’ll be back before dinner, haru.” you say, your voice stern yet soft. sanzu let out a groan. “doll, don’t use that voice on me, you know i’m weak to that.” you rolled your eyes at that. 
“when are you leaving?” you asked, sanzu let out a hum, “in about two hours or so, just need to finish up this paperwork.” good. it takes only 20 minutes to get to the building.
sanzu has always expressed his displeasure to you going to his workplace because he knew the dangers of it but all his warnings flew out of your head as the security let you in. all of them were made aware of the people who bonten held close and sanzu was insistent on plastering your face in the mind of every guard. 
bursting through the office doors of your husband, you see him slouched over his rolling chair head in one hand as his other scribbles his signatures on the mountains of paperwork. 
“haruchiyo.” you called out, the said man raises his eyes without an ounce of amusement before widening it as he recognizes you. 
“doll, what are you doi-” his chair rolled to the wall. eyes widened in alert with the fierce glare you sent his way but he’s not going to lie, he found it hot. 
“you promised me you’ll be home before dinner-” “i didn’t promise shit, doll-” ”don’t fucking interrupt me, asshole!” yeah, he’s really finding this hot. you raised your hand and sanzu was prepared for the contact but the sound of your palm meeting the wall was all he heard as he opened his eyes. 
of course, you would never hurt him. not unless he wants to, anyway.
“ah, i see.”  sanzu muttered, before a smirk was plastered on his features and in almost a split second, you were pulled down and sat on his lap. 
“haru-” “no, no, doll.” he said, smirking at your now flustered state. “why are you so snippy? is it because i haven’t been giving you the attention you deserved? hm? is that why my pretty baby’s so upset?” sanzu continued, hands running on the underside of your thighs, pulling you closer to him. 
“h-haru.” a finger was placed on your lips. “shut up, doll. i’ll fix your problem for you.” he said with a menacing smile before placing his lips to your neck. 
you were so glad you went to visit him, and so was he. 
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note: wow i did not expect for sanzu's to be the longest nor the steamiest but here we are... i hope you enjoyed because it was the first time i've written for these characters (sans chifuyu) thank you for the request!
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asmosmainhoe · 4 months
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Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I love your headcanons sm! May I request sfw (asexual!) headcanons of the seven brothers with a MC struggling with an anxiety disorder, please! Tysm!
I struggle a lot with anxiety so some of the tricks and methods I mentioned in the headcanons are from my own personal experience
I suggest that you try them out, but I can't guarantee that they help you since everyone is different❤
Most of the time my body is telling me there is danger even though there IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENING OWBSIABSJJA
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MC has anxiety (the brothers)
Gender: neutral
Warnings: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks
Lucifer
Now, he has experienced anxiety to a rather small degree so he's unfamiliar with how much it can actually affect a person
Before you tell him about your struggles he might seem cold and not understanding, but he will do some research once you do open up
From that point on he will consider your anxiety for future tasks that get assigned to you. You don't have to feel like you have to push yourself or do anything that outside your boundaries
Of course the first born keeps an eye on you when he senses tension. The moment he notices that you're dangerously close to your breaking point he makes sure to signal you he's there to catch you
Depending on how bad it is he can and will pull you out of a situation immediately and everyone who asks stupid questions gets hit with a death glare
He won't leave your side until he's absolutely sure that you're doing good again
Mammon
He's the type to take things as they come so anxiety is a foreign concept to him, BUT only when it comes to first hand experience
We all know he's a caring older brother so he definitely helped some of the younger ones through a panic attack
Mammon also knows a trick or two to combat anxiety in general so he's right there to support you when it creeps up on you
The first thing he did when he found out that you suffer from anxiety was to get you a nice little notebook to carry around with you everywhere. He noticed on his brothers that it helps to write down your thoughts and feelings as they come. That way you're more focused on describing them and if you're stressing over a problem the solution will most likely come to you while you're writing
Over time his chill aura rubs off on you a little so that you feel calmer and safer just by his presence
Leviathan
Levi knows exactly how you feel and that can usually go two totally different ways
You two will either rile your anxiety up even more, because "stress + stress = more stress" or your bond comforts the both of you
It depends on the situation and the mood, but most of the time you guys are great support for each other. Sometimes when one of you is way more anxious the other finds an unknown strength that allows them get you guys through it
There is a silent mutual understanding between you and Levi and you don't have to use words to know what's going on. When it gets too much you're more than welcome to find comfort in his room even when he's not there. You find the huge aquarium calming
Levi has shown you a couple methods that work well for him and you started to use them a lot like counting to 10 in your mind and then start over again. It happens that you get so lost in it that you accidentally count to 100
Satan
That man has thoroughly researched that topic and has the means and knowledge to help you through anything
A lot of the methods he presented to you were so ridiculous that they confused you to a point where you totally forgot about your anxiety. So I guess they did work after all
Some of them do help a great deal and if the situation calls for it he can and will flip off anyone and simply swoop you away
A text is enough for him to show up at your place immediately, but behold! He brings backup!
We all know that cats are wonderful things with all the healing properties and abilities so Satan made it a habit to show up with at least an armful of them. He usually plops them and himself on you and let's their purring do the magic
Asmodeus
All that stress and anxiety is bad for your skin! He immediately gives you a lifetime supply of skin care products to keep you healthy looking
On especially bad days he drags you over to his room and runs a hot bath for you. If you need the company he won't leave your side, but you're more than welcome to use his tub by yourself
He tries to relax your muscles by massaging expensive oils onto your skin to get rid of all the tension while he whispers encouraging words into your ears
To combat your anxiety he comes up with a yoga plan completely adjusted to you depending how much experience you already have or how much you enjoy it. The plan comes with some unique breathing techniques that could help when you're in public and can't just whip out a yoga mat real quick
Beelzebub
He's actually wonderful with words and talks you through difficult situations with ease. You don't know if it's actually the positive things he's saying or his comforting and calming voice that gets you through it all
When you allow it he is going to embrace your entire body with a hug like a warm armor protecting you from all the bad things in this world. Beel does understand it though when you don't wanna be touched in the moment
I think it's obvious how he combats anxiety: food!
Three things in life are certain. Death, taxes and Beel ordering a whole buffet of your favorite dishes without a second thought
And if you feel like anything except eating then he will get you your favorite drink. If you feel too sick for food then he'll show up with hot chocolate or chamomile tea or whatever your heart desires
Belphegor
Unlike his twin he's very bad with words. The last time he tried to help you out that way he made your anxiety even worse
So he tried a different approach and bought you one of those extra heavy blankets with a matching stuffed toy. The toy is small enough to fit in a normal bag so you can carry it around everywhere. You're meant to look at it when Belphie isn't around to help you
His hugs are therapeutic and he actually fights his own sleepiness to stay awake for you so you don't feel like you have to go through all of this all by yourself
When you fall asleep next to him he makes sure to either visit you in your dream or just give you the most comforting dream possible. He can't have you get nightmares from all that anxiety. That's going to make your state even worse
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lightfeltmemories · 19 days
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dungeon meshi | delicious in dungeon; reactions to reader having a crush on them / having a crush on reader
dungeon meshi various x gender neutral reader
note: hey everyone, please be mindful that this is the very first time writing for these characters, i have watched every available episode but i am still reading the manga (though i do have a general idea about the setting and the characters backstories and personalities) so if any characters are ooc to you my apologies, don't be harsh im new here lol. sorry some of them are shorter than others i kind of ran out of ideas when it came to certain characters :p let me know in the comments or reblogs or more preferably in my ask box if you want me to do any other character.
characters: laois, falin, chilchuck, marcille, senshi, namari, shuro, izutsumi (i'm adding her here because feels weird leaving her out when i've added former members of the party, also this is purely sfw so nothing weird will be aimed towards her.)
trigger warnings: nothing out of the ordinary but just read the manga or watch the anime before reading this.
if you like this and my other fanfics, please be considerate to reblog my work, it not only helps reach a broader audience but it also motivates me to make more content like this!
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laois touden
reader's crush: when laois finds out that you have a crush on him, his reaction is.. well, how do we put it this way? is he flattered? yes and no, he doesn't see himself as ugly but also doesn't look at himself as the most handsome guy in the world, but someone straight up having a crush on him is kind of new, he doesn't really care much for relationships at the very moment but has thought about settling down with someone he likes, will it be you?
laois' crush: when it comes to having a crush, he tries to be his normal self around you, but sometimes can't help but be a little nervous especially when the two of you are alone, sooner or later he comes to the conclusion of realizing the he indeed, likes you, but confessing is the hard part, he's never thought much about rejection, it is a normal part of life after all, but when it comes to you? it's an entirely different ball game.
falin touden
reader's crush: falin already has someone chasing after her; shuro, theres a 50/50 chance of her reaction to reader's crush being the same as shuro's, but could there be a different reaction this time?
falin's reaction: surprisingly less shy than her brother, when she comes to this conclusion she'll build up the right time to actually confess, not wanting to rush things, just watch out for shuro i guess.
chilchuck tims
reader's crush: chilchuck learning about reader's crush is a bit sad, though he's no stranger to romance as he not only had a wife but also three whole kids, he's not really good with emotions so he's kind of scared you'll leave him just like his wife did, so, if reader confesses, there's gonna be a high chance that you'll be rejected, just give it some time.
chilchuck's crush: this weird feeling in his chest whenever he see's you will confuse him at first.. there's no way he has a crush on you?? after his wife leaving him he didn't really have any interest in romance, he might as well just focus on his work at the moment, one of these days he'll bring up the courage to confess, just not right now.
marcille donato
reader's crush: she can't really decide on whether she'll return the feelings or not, definitely flattered is what i'll say.
marcille's crush: she's similar to falin, she'll build up a better relationship with you for the right time to confess, she tries to make it seem as if she's not into you but it's quite obvious to the other party members.
senshi of izganda
reader's crush: out of everyone, he'll definitely be the most flattered, someone having a crush on him wasn't something he put much thought into, not to mention romance kind of isn't his thing, nor does he think he have the time for a significant other.
senshi's crush: i don't think this is the very first time he's ever had feelings for someone, but it's definitely a special feeling, he's not nervous of confessing his feelings at all actually, and he's not that sensitive to rejection.
namari
reader's crush: namari wouldn't really know how to react, honestly, she's never given the idea of someone having a crush on her much thought, she won't care much about rejecting the reader, at least she's honest.
namari's crush: her crush will be a bit hard to spot but when it comes to you, there will be a notable soft spot, she treats you like everyone else and isn't afraid to scold you if you do something wrong.
shuro | toshiro nakamoto
reader's crush: in an au where he still has feelings for falin, he immediately rejects you, telling you boldly that his heart is for falin and falin alone, but lets go to an au where he either loses interest in her or doesn't like her at all; definitely flattered, someone liking him (back) isn't unheard of but it is... nice?
shuro's crush: just look at what he does with falin, he will propose to you at some point, of course when time goes by and he starts to fall for you harder and harder, until he just can't contain it anymore.
izutsumi
reader's crush: very, very strange, someone having a crush on her is.. almost unheard of, or she doesn't pay much attention, anywho, she doesn't know... how to react? she knows what to do if she doesn't return the feelings but... someone liking her is just weird lmao.
izutsumi's crush: she won't make it obvious.... or try to at least, she accepts affection from you much more than she does from the others and sticks by your side more.
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valeskafics · 11 months
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Please, I am curious, I would like to see your take on Peepaw Otto with your nastiest filth. I don’t care that your requests are closed, I’m a VIP (very insistent pervert)
nsfw (and some sfw) otto hightower headcanons
tw: p in v sex, degradation kink, spanking, choking, age difference, ye olde times equivalent of daddy kink i guess, breeding kink
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-otto's been widowed for some time now and never felt the need to court another woman, at least until he met you, a close friend of aemma's from the vale who visits the capital
-he's quite busy with everything being the lord hand entails, particularly making sure daemon doesn't run the city into the ground, but somehow he keeps bumping into you
-and you're so soft-spoken and polite, a perfect lady in all senses of the word
-otto can't help but wonder what lies beneath the fabric of your dress, how soft you'd feel to the touch, whenever he takes your hand to kiss it in greeting he wonders how his lips would feel elsewhere
-at first? he feels guilty for being so attracted to you, a much younger woman, but gods, the way he feels his cock twitch against his trousers when you so much as smile his way, when he sees the barest hint of cleavage from your modest dresses
-when he learns that your family is seeking a suitable husband for you, he hesitates to suggest himself, but when he does, he's quite surprised at just how eager you are to choose him as a match
-he pretends like he doesn't but otto absolutely has a corruption kink, the idea of being the one to have you as a wife, to corrupt your innocence and make you completely and utterly his drives him absolutely wild
-he's gentle on your wedding night, but that's the only time he's ever going to be
-being the hand of the king is a thankless and frustrating job, sometimes when he gets back from a long day, he simply just bends you over the nearest surface, his hands all over your body, as he fucks you so hard that the only thing you can do is cry out his name
-loves slapping your ass when he's fucking you from behind, seeing how red he can make your skin, seeing his handprint on you
-he's very dominant, so even if he lets you be on top on a day when he's tired, he's setting the pace, gripping your hips like a vice, thrusting up into you, his voice a low growl as he tells you to stop squirming like a wanton little harlot and just fucking take what he gives you
-he loves having his hand at your throat, squeezing your neck ever so slightly as you cry out his name, absolutely revels in it when you have a hoarse voice the next day, both from him choking you and the screams of pleasure he elicited from you
-has no qualms about taking you over his knee when both of you get to your chambers and spanking you, even if you've done absolutely nothing wrong
-enjoys fucking your mouth, fisting his hand in your hair as his hips rut against you, you looking up at him as you're able to do nothing but moan against his cock
-definitely will edge you and be a smug bastard about it "oh, my needy little harlot didn't finish?"
-enjoys fucking you from behind more than anything BUT ALSO missionary position where he can watch you as you come completely undone beneath him, begging for more because you truly can't get enough of him
-not averse to slapping your cunt if he thinks you're getting a bit too frisky, nor is he averse to tying your wrists together using your seven pointed star necklace...
-old man also has an insane breeding kink, wants you to give him as many sons as you can, has no issues fucking you full of his seed until you do
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intimacyequalsdeath · 2 months
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Will you be my Valentine? Sugar Day 2 Vincent Sinclair
Day 2 of the Will you be my Valentine special! This is a short intro as it's pretty self explanatory <3 Lotta babes like Vincent so here is your food for this month.
Notes: Minors DNI, Fluff, SFW, No real warnings for this one. No specific descriptions or pronouns are used for the reader. If there are pronouns they will be they/them when in reference to the reader.
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"Five more minutes, I promise"
That's what Vincent had signed to you about an hour ago when you asked him how much longer he has to work on the newest wax figure for the town. You rocked slightly back and forth on the stool you were perched on, your elbows on the table and your propped up on your hands as you watched him smooth down wax he had just placed onto the arm of the figure.
"Vincennnnttttt" You whined out.
Vincent turned his attention to you for a split second before turning back to the wax, this was his way of telling you that he was listening.
"You said five more minutes like 1876 hours ago"
Vincent huffed out a chuckle at the exaggeration.
"I guess I did say that didn't I?" He turned to sign to you.
"Yeah you did. I love watching you work but you promised me surprises if I waited" This was the truth.
Vincent said in exchange for your upmost patience he would present you with surprises he had been working on for you. You knew Valentine's day was approaching, or at least you thought, keeping track of months in Ambrose is kinda tricky when nothing is up to date, but you figured it had something to do with that.
Vincent's shoulders moved up and down once again in a chuckle before setting his tools down on the table and going over to a corner of his workshop you usually didn't go into.
He came back from said corner with a few small things in his hands and pulled up a stool next to you to present you with them. The first one he placed in front of you was a small wax figurine, upon closer inspection of it you realized it was a small model of your beloved Jonesy.
"It's Jonsey! Vince this is adorable!"
He nodded in agreeance before placing the second thing down in front of you. This time it was what appeared to be one of his sketchbooks though it wasn't one you recognized.
"'Vince, what is this?"
You asked unsure of what he wanted you to do with it. He looked at your for a second before motioning for you to open it. You did as he instructed you to do and were met with pages and pages of sketches and drawings of you from various times you had Vince had been hanging around Ambrose together.
"I've been working on these since last Valentine's day" Vince signed.
"Vince...." You were at a loss for words "These are amazing. I've never had anyone do anything like this for me before."
You continued to flip through the pages of the sketchbook. Sometimes remembering the little dates and events that the sketches of you were from until you came to one in particular. On one of the very last pages of the sketchbook there was one of you unmistakably clad in wedding attire, with a rough background of the church penciled in behind you. You paused and looked back at Vincent.
Vincent made eye contact with you for a moment before shrugging slightly and producing something from his pocket. He produced a simple band, one he had clearly made himself.
"Vincent, a-are you sure?"
Vincent nodded, reaching over for you to take the ring from him.
"It's nothing final, yet. Just more of a promise ring I guess" He signed placing the ring into your palm.
"Then I promise" You said, eyes meeting his as he looks surprised for a moment.
"P-promise?" He says nervously. You nod.
"I promise that when you do have the actual ring, that I will marry you"
Vincent took your hand in his, and slipped the delicate promise ring onto your ring finger. A intimate placeholder and constant reminder of your future with him.
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thecuriousquest · 5 months
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Hawks - P - 3 🪶
Come on Out, Chickadee
Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug
Warnings: Yandere themes, SFW, Predator/Prey dynamic, possessive tendencies, fire, injuries/flesh wounds by burning
Master List here.
Yandere Prompt here.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”
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You hold your breath, a tight pang in your chest as you move boards and boxes aside in the abandoned warehouse. He’s slow to get here yet so hot on your tail.
As if he’s playing with you.
He loves these games, loves the way you run like you actually have a chance. Loves the way you build yourself up with hope.
Just for him to strip it away.
Always stripping you of something. Hope, choices, clothes, basic rights, privileges. Anything he can think of, he takes it from you as if it’s his own to covet.
Because you are his to covet. His pretty little thing. His pretty girl.
His. Just his. Only his.
You hear the clunk of his boots land in the warehouse, and you stiffen in your hiding place. You see nothing, yet you can hear everything. One sense stripped amplifies all of the others.
He walks around, whistling. “I know you’re in here. Why don’t you just make things easier on yourself and come out? I won’t bite. Promise, chickadee.”
He promises. Promises not to bite you, not to hurt you.
You know it’s all fake. He’ll just find a different way to torment you. A fucking loophole in his fucked up system of dictatorship.
You have to clasp a hand over your mouth as you hear him draw further in, his boots growing nearer to where you’re settled behind boxes and wooden boards.
And then they pass you. You can tell he’s meagerly looking around, but not at all tearing the place apart. No, he has something else in mind.
And then you hear something else. Splashing. The splashing of liquid against items, beams, the floor, the walls. What is that? What is he doing?
A terrible smell infiltrates your nostrils. It’s familiar. The same smell when you’re at a gas station, pumping your car with fuel.
Gasoline…
Oh, God, you’re going to die in here!
You hear something else now. Rustling, more rustling from a distance, but not so far that you can barely make it out.
“I’m telling you now, little bird, if you come out, make things easier for me, I won’t be too hard on you. You gonna be good and come out?”
Silence. You don’t dare speak. You don’t dare move. You barely even breathe through your nose with a hand clasped over your mouth.
“Huh. Guess not.”
There’s a striking sound, and then heat everywhere. So much heat. You begin to sweat, you don’t know what to do.
Should you move, or should you let the fire consume you? Is being with Keigo worse or better than being burned to death?
You feel the fire encroaching your space, it seeps and burns up the cardboard boxes you’re buried behind.
Your fight or flight takes over, and you fight the fire off of you, smacking at your arm where it singes your hair and bubbles your skin. You kick at the wooden beams around you, knocking them away as flames lick and dance at them. Tiny embers falling onto you, burning your legs and the tops of your bare feet.
You cry out, scampering from what you thought would be your refuge.
Everything is fuzzy with smoke and orange hues. You’re caught in a daze of panic, and you look for the exit. You run as fast as your bare feet can carry you, and when you finally make it out of the burning building, there he is to catch you around your waist.
He pulls you into a hug, pressing your back up against the brick wall. His nose nuzzles into your neck, and you sob with a gut wrenching pain in your stomach.
His smile is lopsided, very close to his everyday charismatic nature, but his eyes…those golden orbs stare into you with the heat of the sun. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”
Your breathing is so irregular, you feel like you could pass out right in his arms.
“Please, Keigo, I’m sorry! Please! I just want to go home!”
“Oh, chickadee, my sweet little song bird.” His tone isn’t laced with anything malicious. In fact, he sounds much too pleased with everything that’s happening. “I’m your home. I’m the only one you’ll ever need. Don’t worry. You’ll learn that soon enough.” He caresses your filthy and tear stained cheek. “I’ll help you learn.”
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Update 27 Nov 23
Ko-Fi thing
You can call me Nyarla, I guess.
Or "Yo She-Bitch." Either's cool.
Soooo I figured I might need to make one of those MASTERLIST things because I cannot stop writing (which is the most amazing feeling ever when I've been in a writer's block for months).
It's just One Piece Live Action right now, but as my confidence increases I might post some of my other fandom work.
I'm Open for Requests for OPLA fics and headcanon. Primarily Character X FemaleReader, but I'm flexible.
I do reserve the right to not write every single request that is asked, since I am human and my abilities do have limitations, but I swear I will try.
I'm not squeamish about much of anything, so don't refrain. I'll always post any necessary ⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️ right here with the links.
I'm always open to requests for Shanks, Mihawk, Zoro, and Sanji. Possibly also Buggy, Luffy, Usopp, Koby, and Helmeppo, but I haven't written them much, so please bear with me if it takes me a bit to respond.
Honestly please bear with me if it takes me a while to respond to Asks/Requests in general because I get really nervous about getting them perfect.
Some things about the weirdo that's writing this shit can be found here
Masterlist
The Lovely Alphabet (NSFW)
Sanji
Zoro
Shanks
Mihawk
Dialog I Presently Have No Use For
(But might eventually) (basically mini dialogue-centric fics that may make there way into something else later or might not)
01 Get Out
02 Can We Keep Her?
03 What Happens in Loguetown
04 Coffins and Coping Mechanisms
05 Kitty
06 Send Help
07 Pep Talk
08 Death Wish
09 Oh No Not Again
10 Shanty Time!
11 No Sleep
12 The Throngler™
The Best Boys
First Kiss
Material Boys (NSFW)
I Don't Even Know Music Or Something?
Ooooh...Kinky ;D (NSFW)
In the Kitchen
HAMMERED
Because I Got High
Whoops
Short Stuff
Hobbies
ABCs of Kink (NSFW)
D is for Dominance (First Kiss sequal)
P is for Public Blacksmith's Daughter Part 1 . . . Part 2 . . . Part 3
Mihawk
Your Scars Are Mine (NSFW)
(Trigger Warnings for Self-Harm, Blood, Implied PTSD)
Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3
Ten Years (unofficial sequel to YSAM) (NSFW)
Mood Swings (mostly SFW headcanons)
Hearing Problems (NSFW eventually)
Guess this is important
All OC Face Claims and Character Sheet Links
Ch.1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3 . . . Ch. 4 . . . Ch. 5 . . . Ch. 6 . . . Ch. 7
Sanji
Late Night Chats
X plus-sizeReader Headcanons (NSFW)
Tongue Ring headcanons
Zoro
Strawhat Stowaway Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2
Shanks
Redhead suppremacy (sfw headcanons)
!!COMIMG SOON!!
(...I hope)
(Some titles subject to change)
Tongue Ring (F is for Food Play)
Blacksmith's Daughter part 2 (P is for Public, ABC's of Kink)
O is for O Denial
B is for Brat Tamer
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gaybybirth · 10 days
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situationship - pt fifteen
Eddie Munson x petite!fem!Reader (sfw)
masterlist
Synopsis: Okay. ... Okay. You and Eddie had some fun in the back of his van. A lot of fun. So...so now you had to handle getting home and facing your family after the fact. How hard was it to act like you were just out with Olivia?
Warnings: mentions of panicking/nervousness, some angst if you squint
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: A little under halfway through the story. Getting closer. More to come soon!!
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Getting home after the date with Eddie, it wasn't abhorrently late. In fact, Jason was still up with Dylan on the couch, and Bri was asleep on the latter's lap. Both looked your way when you attempted to come in quietly, only to drop your keys. Felt like a teenager getting caught sneaking in after a night of partying as you awkwardly waved and bent down to grab the keys. 
Dylan shifted uncomfortably as he looked away, and Jason gave him a weird look before sitting back. 
“How’s Olivia?” Jason asked, swirling the liquid in his glass of water. 
“Fine.” 
A one-word answer was fine enough for Jason. He wasn't your parents. You left him with just that and a polite smile as you went into the kitchen to get some water. Some much, much-needed water after the evening you had. You felt dehydrated after everything in the back of his car.
The soft sound of plastic hitting the granite counter made you turn your head. Jason stood uncharacteristically close, arms crossed, eyes looking out at the backyard. He nodded as you looked at him and took a small step away. 
“Um…”
"Dad's got me running around manning a bunch of other jobs cause he wants to be point on this one. Like, I'm working four other decently big jobs cause of it. It's ridiculous."
“...okay.”
What the fuck…?
"Yeah. I'm doing a renovation at Dina's that's supposed to start next week. Then two more in, uh, that hair salon on Main cause they had a pipe burst, and then the shop next door. Then one down off of Oak Street."
Oak? Oh. You stood up a little straighter. Shit.
"Pretty easy job. Just redoing some cabinets in this house over there. Threw me for a sec when I first got there cause I never even thought about the address or even the names. I never needed to really know it. I just knew that the house I'd pick you up from after sleepovers was the big blue one on the cul-de-sac, and the girl with the really curly hair was Olivia."
He gave you a wide grin as he finally looked at you. He scratched the stubble on his jaw and tilted his head. 
“You know she’s down in Florida visiting her grandparents right now?”
  You slowly put your hands on the counter and looked down at them. Nodded slowly. 
Oh, fuck.
“I did not.”
"Mom and Dad don't know that either." He reached over and took a sip of his water, and you watched him. Waiting. Waiting for the gavel to drop. What he was going to ask, what he was going to threaten, how much he knew. What you'd lost as soon as you'd gotten it. "Pick a different friend. One that'll actually cover for you."
All the air left your body, and you damn near deflated. You just stared at him. Confused. Lost. He sat his water down and looked back at you with the same confusion. 
“What?”
“That’s what I’m supposed to say to you,” you whispered. “What the fuck?”
“You’re an adult–you can see and do what you want. And I know you’re smart enough not to get yourself hurt in the process.” He put his hands on the edge of the counter and came a little closer. The confusion morphed into the closest thing to care you’d seen on your brother. “Met Marissa doing the same. I caught Bri sneaking out more than a few times to meet Dylan. Mom knows something’s up, so I offered to stay up and wait for you. Pick a different friend.”
He gave your shoulder a pat. Somewhere in your chest, it felt like something was chipping away at your sternum.
“Jason–” 
“Don’t tell me who it is.” He glanced up at you, a soft smile making what little of you remained held together slowly fall apart. “I have a few guesses, but I want plausible deniability.” 
“Okay,” you murmured.
For the first time potentially ever, you actually liked the shoulder pat he gave you.
“Thank you,” you added as he started to walk back to the living room. 
He gave you a little nod and smile that almost made you wonder if the creature from The Thing had suddenly proved to be real and had infiltrated your family. Cause what the fuck? He…Jason had…
You shared a quick look on your way to your bedroom.
That was simultaneously the most stressful interaction you’d had in weeks and the sweetest. You tried not to cling to the hope that maybe there’d be a shift in your relationship–that’d be putting too much hope in it. But…but that was a hell of a lot more than you ever got from Jason.
Even if he knew.
Or…presumed.
Oh, god. You probably needed to tell Eddie…and find a different friend to cover for you.
You sank into bed after taking a long shower. You'd call him tomorrow night, so he wasn't busy worrying about it all night before you really got to explain it all. You did text him telling him that you got home safe. He texted back a few minutes later, saying much the same. 
Eddie: Night, baby.
Eddie: See you tomorrow. Please wear something ugly. My cock won’t be able to handle anything else. 
Grinning, you sent one final text before rolling over and going to bed. There was a lot on your mind and even more that was catching up with it. But…that was for morning you to deal with. When morning came, and you were awake enough to think about it, you could go through exactly what’d unfolded in the span of a few hours that night. 
You: Good thing you can use the pictures you took to take care of yourself in the morning. Night, rockstar.
Your phone buzzed four times again, but you didn’t check it until morning. Got greeted by two lovely texts that made you laugh a little too loudly after turning your alarm off. 
Eddie: Tease.
Eddie: If you think jerking it to your pics is at all remotely going to spare me from being around the real deal, you’re fucking underestimating yourself. I’m using the pictures, won’t lie about that. But if you’re in some pretty little dress tomorrow, I’m gonna be hard all damn day thinking about you cumming on my tongue. Cause I know the sweet sounds you make now, baby. Know how sweet you taste. How pretty you look. 
Eddie: Can’t expect me to not want to spoil you again.
Eddie: (please be nice to me. night, baby.)
It really was a talent of his–making you laugh and making you horny all at the same time. 
You rolled out of bed and went to your closet. You hauled out a white shorts and top combination set. The fabric of the shorts molded well to your ass and the tank top was fairly casual–not horribly weird to wear especially since it was hot out today. Although you normally wore it as a bathing suit cover. 
You snapped a pic of it and sent it to Eddie.
You: This is what I’m wearing today. Does this count if it’s not a dress?
Your phone buzzed ten minutes later.
Eddie: You’re fucking cruel. 
Yeah…you glanced at yourself in the mirror. Yeah, you weren’t exactly being kind. But you were riding the high of last night and damn well weren’t going to let it slip through your fingers. So, despite wanting to hang around to see what’s what, you were going to take your brother’s advice. 
And there was exactly one person you knew who would cover for you.
“Morning,” Jason called from the living room as you popped into the kitchen. The blankets on the couch and the pillow…
“You know you still have a room here.” You pointed down in the direction of your room. His was on the other side of your wall. With a twin bed in it after he took his old big bed out, but that was still a bed. You pointed at the couch. “Why…?”
"Mom's stone for the path is getting delivered this morning. Bright and early thanks to those lovely familial connections." He followed you into the kitchen, and you grabbed a mug for him. It felt weird falling into the old rhythm way before college, but…it was there. "Mom and Dad are sleeping in, so I'm on duty. Didn't wanna miss the delivery."
His phone buzzed, and a small grin cracked on his face. Only a few years older than you, but there was gray in his stubble and hair. Lines on his face that reminded you of Dad. A shoulder that he rolled and a neck that popped loudly as he shot a text back. 
“Marissa?” you asked, pouring him a cup. You technically didn’t have to linger since you were trying to not be there for once when the crew got there. 
Plus, you had a software engineer to track down. Just by phone, but you were using it as an excuse to not seem like such a homebody. 
“Mhm. Just woke up for class.”
Jason was never a bad kid. A little goofy when he was younger, then he just got uptight. Or, well…maybe closer to serious. Work-focused. He graduated high school and then went right onto working for your dad full-time. Got okay grades in school, dated around a bit, worked long hours and busted his ass, and was always dad's number one. But then he met Marissa and kind of changed. Not much, but he went from working until dark into essentially having a nine-to-five. Well…sort of nine-to-five. It was still before eight in the morning. 
“She doing okay? Been a while since I’ve seen her.” Aka, you were never close. Just the consequence of your circumstances–both away, both busy, both…not associated with your father’s employment. You only saw her on major holidays. 
“Great, yeah.” He yawned. “Stressed as hell getting a master’s. Working her ass off for it. Never seen George be so torn between pissed as hell and proud as hell. It’s a weird sight.” He seemed to subconsciously touch his nose. “I prefer him proud, though. For my sake.”
There was a moment in your parents’ kitchen where everything kind of went still. Not in an uncomfortable way, but somewhat…nostalgic. The sunlight came through the window as Jason pulled back the curtain. Dust that never seemed to disappear floated through the air as the old coffee maker buzzed. The strong scent wafted through to the other rooms that would eventually help wake your parents up. And once upon a time, you would’ve been running down the hall to jump on Bri to wake her up for Christmas. Out of the three of you, she was always the last up. 
Damn it.
You took another long sip of coffee.
“You’re dressed nice pretty early in the morning.” His slow look your way made you swallow your next sip of coffee wrong. You almost stained the top of the set as you coughed.
"I'm going to see a friend," you lied. "And grab donuts." 
"A friend?" Now, he fully spun to face you. He seemed more awake than a second ago. "This friend named Olivia?"
“No.” You tore a paper towel from the roll to clean up the counter. You dropped your voice to a whisper. “This is the friend that’s taking Olivia’s place.”
Jason barked out a laugh that was way too loud that early in the morning. You smacked his arm without thinking, and he stumbled back, coughing and holding up a hand. 
“You want a piece of advice?” he asked after recovering. 
"Didn't you already give me some last night? It's why I'm reaching out to someone I haven't talked to in like a year." You peered down at your phone. Hopefully, her number was the same. Otherwise, you were in a bit of trouble. "Gotta find a friend who'll actually cover for me–that's what I'm doing."
“Not that. Uh, I mean, yes that. But…” He threw a hand up. “You’re leaving after the wedding.”
You took a slow breath. “I am. That’s not advice, Jason.”
"My advice would be to figure out if it's worth it. Not gonna fault you for it. Look at me and Marissa. Like…pot meet kettle. But if it's gonna cost a guy a job while you get to fly back home without worrying about any consequences…" He rubbed his nose. "I mean, I walked away with a broken nose as a best possible reaction cause I had no intention of not being with Marissa.”
A pit grew in your stomach. A heavy one. An obvious one.
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t even risk it?”
"I'm just saying that…" He paused, eyes going over his shoulder as a truck rumbled up to a stop outside the house. A tired look came on his face as he pushed up from the counter. "He's not gonna walk away with just a broken nose if anyone finds out about it. Not that you're not worth that and the world–you're my sister, nobody's gonna be good enough for you from my perspective–but I've been that guy. Fucking had Marissa's tampons in my nose as I sulked home, terrified George was gonna ship her off or some shit for messing around with a dickhead like me."
“Dad can’t ship me off, Jason,” you said softly. 
But you already knew that wasn’t his point. 
"No, but he sure as hell can make a guy's life a living hell around here." A loud knock rang out against the front door, and Jason took a step in that direction. "Just…know what you want with your circumstances. And please, just don't tell me who it is. Plausible. Deniability.” He picked up your car keys and tossed them your way. You had to lunge to catch them. “And bring back some extra chocolate glazed, please.”
You sighed as you righted yourself. Apparently, you couldn't live in ignorant bliss for too long this morning. Even if you wanted to just go get some damn donuts. 
Yes, Jason was right. Yes, he had a point. Yes, you were also well aware of that point from the get-go. Eddie was aware of it. He knew you were leaving, he knew the risks, he knew all of it. You were both adults–both interested in pursuing…whatever it was. Whatever he wanted to call bringing the rose you still had in your purse and then devouring your cunt in the back of his van. Whatever you wanted to call that…
Unique.
Didn't matter–you were both in agreement that you'd let it ride, see what happened, and then, come Bri's wedding, you were going back. Sure, you didn't outright say what happened then, but…fact of the matter was that you were going back.
Everything was in agreement.
So why the fuck did you still feel guilty?
It gnawed at you as you gathered–and balanced–four dozen donuts. That was the first trip. Then you went back in to get the dozen muffins to go with it. A treat since they had to lay down the stone paths in the midst of building the pool, and per something you'd overheard Jason say on your way out, they were tearing out the fence today. Lots of hard work. Lots of calories to burn. 
So, donuts and muffins. 
And a really awkward text to a friend that you felt exceptionally weird reaching out to since you hadn't really kept in contact lately. But you'd gotten along well in high school, and she'd been a senior one of the few times Eddie had been one. She knew him. Which either meant she'd definitely be interested in playing along with a lie that really shouldn't affect her, or she'd immediately turn you down.
You really needed more friends. 
You: I know this is super weird–this is (Y/N), by the way–and it’s awful to reach out after forever to ask for a favor, but I swear you’ll understand after I explain. 
You: It is not for an MLM scheme. Or money. 
You: Kinda just need you to be part of a lie to help me out with seeing someone. 
In retrospect, you were a fairly decent fool for how you went about lying to cover your tracks. You weren’t really close with Olivia anymore. If you’d had any sense, you would’ve done some research to know what Jason already did. And you also would’ve reached out to someone who knew what your family was like. 
Because you got a response from Robin in less than a few minutes.
Robin: ?? 
Robin: First off, I have your number saved. How dare you think I didn’t. Of course, I do. 
Robin: Second, ??? Are you in Hawkins?? Who are you seeing???
Robin: Third, I’m offended you’re not trying to pitch me a healing crystal and essential oils pitch at eight-thirty in the morning. Do better, MLM.
You sank back in the seat of the car. Okay. Had to bite the bullet. Had to hope. Seemed to be going well so far, so…
You: Been a while, so I just wanted to be sure. Miss you, by the way. Sorry for the radio silence. But to cut to the chase cause I already kind of screwed myself a bit–Bri's getting married in August, so I'm staying with family to help out for a bit, and they're doing some backyard renovation stuff, and I'm kind of seeing a guy who's on the crew. Sneakily. And I've been telling them I'm going out to see a friend instead of, well, him. Can I please use you just in case they, for some reason, decide to suddenly inquire about my desire to hang out with friends here?
You: It requires no effort on your part; I just wanna play it safe in case it, for some unfortunate reason, gets tracked back to you. Whole plan blows up if the friend I'm supposed to be hanging out with is unaware of it.
…or across the country.
Robin: Yes. On one condition. Because I’m curious. But only if I know them. Would I know them?
Robin: Screw it. I’m curious.
And…there’s the second bullet you had to bite. A bandaid to rip off. 
You: …eddie munson.
You weren’t ashamed of it–weren’t embarrassed or worried there’d be embarrassment there. Giving a shit what people in Hawkins thought of you was giving them way too much power. It was just the worry of her reaction to it that might affect things.
Your phone buzzed, and it threatened to fly out of your hand as you lifted it. 
Robin: I have so many questions.
You: Robin, wait.
Robin: How did this happen? 
Robin: I didn’t even know he’d started working for your dad. When did he start working with him?
You: Robin…
Robin: You two are compatible? 
Robin: Don't get me wrong, I can understand it from an aesthetic point of view, but he's not at all who I thought you'd be interested in. Or maybe??? He's got that bad-boy aesthetic that a lot of people gravitate towards now, I guess. So maybe ??? it does make sense???
Robin: But okay. Yeah. This seems fun. I want updates. Can I have updates? I’m so curious.
Robin: ** Yeah, as in yes, I will be your alibi.
Robin: Tell me everything. Just later. Gotta meeting. I await answers.
Robin: Later. Make smart choices. 
You: Thanks. I seriously owe you. Later, gator. &lt;3 
You dropped your phone into your cup holder and half expected to hear it go off a few more times. Still, a smile of relief came across your lips. Not enough to shut your brain up, but it helped soothe some nerves. Stomach still gnawed, though.
But…at least you had an alibi to back you up. And a step back in to talk to Robin. 
Now, though, you had a hell of a lot of donuts to deliver, some muffins, and a torturous entrance to make in your outfit. It wasn’t some small dress–Eddie had nothing to complain about. Not one bit.
So, you jerked your car into drive, prayed that the seat belt over the stack of donuts would hold, and drove at a totally normal speed home. Safe–you just had to play everything safe.
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toji’s reaction to seeing you in short shorts/booty shorts around the house 🏃‍♀️
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a/n: sorry anon i didnt exactly like how this turned out but i still hope u enjoy !!!
wc: 2.1k
warnings: sorta crack-ish in the beginning, pleasure dom toji, soft dom toji, praise, toji is obsessed w/ you, kitchen sex, clothed sex, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, pussy slaps! (both w/ his hand and d!ck), fingering, clit stimulation, tit + ass fondling, unprotected sex, p → v penetration, creampie / breeding kink, brief aftercare, n*sfw under the cut
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there were things that toji was good at holding back on, like telling you that you might’ve added a bit more garlic than butter for a garlic spread. he doesn’t tell you how your body heat warms him up fast and he desperately wants to pull away from you, but your slumbering state is so peaceful he would rather burn. 
and then sometimes he wishes he would just bite the bullet (even if you were his baby), because you were currently getting back at him for giving you the silent treatment. if he could do it over a trivial thing, so could you. toji’s probably still mad about your guess in charades, where you couldn’t understand that he was telling you he was riding a tricycle and not a bicycle, that mere difference of wheels causing a major roadblock in your relationship.
it was by far the stupidest thing you’ve argued about (you assume he had a bad day, too), and you were willing to talk things out and tell him he could’ve just put up three fingers instead of pointing aggressively to an invisible tricycle, but he opts to glare at you and sigh instead. you can’t believe he’s getting this worked up over a game of charades too, so you tease him the only other way you know how to.
it hadn’t been that long since you talked, but you figured you’ll need to start on dinner soon, getting a sick idea in your head when you see the new booty shorts you had ordered laying on your bed. you definitely thought it would be better for another day, but life is short and toji is not, so you pull them on and they feel divine, remembering the content smile on your face when your boyfriend had offered to pay for them — a reward well received when you check out your ass in the full-length mirror and the way it shaped your lower half.
the evening carries on as usual, but you can feel his stare once you emerge from your room in one of his shirts and he thinks you aren’t wearing any pants until you’re pulling out saucepans and reaching for the spices in the top cupboard that his shirt rides up and he can see your plump fucking ass; he chokes on his water.
with your back turned, you stifle a little grin and continue with your chores as the shorts ride up with each walk from living room to kitchen, but it’s all under the guise of cleaning and setting the table, wiping aimlessly, too, at the coffee table in front of the TV where toji sat, even if you weren’t eating there. you feel eyes on you when you return to the kitchen and continue your torture, cooking up a storm and bending over while looking into the fridge, while pulling out the plates for dinner, while—
“those the shorts i bought you?” bingo. although you’re not quite ready to talk to him yet, you succumb with a curt nod. toji obviously isn’t satisfied with your answer, footsteps approaching to lean on the kitchen island as his eyes keep his gaze locked at your butt.
“gonna ignore me for the whole day, hm?” it seemed like toji had other plans, his larger hand trailing up your thighs to your ass before curling around your waist. he’s pressing his front against you, hips grinding slightly even though you know he wants to do anything but that. you’re not wearing underwear, either, so the sensation of his bulge against your cunt is a lovely feeling and it takes everything in you not to moan.
you have to bring yourself back to reality to turn off the stove that feels so far away, hands clutching onto the countertops as you chase the familiar drag of your sex against his but toji only tuts, landing a slap onto your ass. “dinner first, baby.”
bastard. you roll your eyes and groan, but you didn’t seem to catch his innuendo, so you’re yelping when he suddenly flips you around and tugs at your shorts, pulling it off of a leg so there’s space for him. while your hands are pushing at his shoulders, desperately wanting to uphold your pride of ignoring him, you know the cool air against your cunt and the sight of fushiguro toji on his knees is only making you wetter.
and toji just smirks, looking up at you like his revered deity and you jump again at his cold hands prying your thighs apart, bringing a leg to rest on his shoulder. toji looks in love with your pussy, seeing your hole clench around nothing as your eyes beg for him to do something, anything, but he only continues to tease, running his thumbs along your folds and just missing your clit.
“use your words, sweetheart.”
“need…” toji raises an eyebrow, cheek leaning casually against your thigh and he grins as he sees you fight your own pride like you don’t want his tongue and fingers on you. give it a little more and you’ll break, because through the silence of your shared home and your heavy breathing, the tension is so infuriating that you’re willing to push away that stupid game of charades to the back of your brain.
you hate how needy you sound, though. “i need your tongue… p-please, baby,” you plead and drag out the name, and in the stuffiness of the kitchen, you think toji, one of the strongest men you know, looks the fucking best when he’s smiling up at you with a wanton want behind his eyes. “wan’ you, toji, wan’ you to eat me out!”
“oh… of course, when you beg like that,” toji plants a kiss to your puffy clit and the simple gesture makes you whine, “how could i say no to my pretty baby?”
toji delves in like he’s never eaten before, licking a thick stripe up your pussy to collect your slick before lapping at your clit, garnering a loud moan that reverberates throughout the house. you wish you never called him out on his terrible acting skills from the start, one hand keeping your balance while the other tugs on his black hair. harder and harder.
toji groans at your impatience as he feels you spread your legs further, moans and whimpers filling his ears. one hand sneaks under his shirt and squeezes at your tits, the other hugging you closer to him, fondling your ass at the same time. your boyfriend takes in everything, from your pleasured expression to your contracting tummy and he can feel himself harden below him.
but you come first, you always come first and he makes it clear when he halts for a second and you whine at the lack of contact. “eyes here, baby.” toji calls out to you, slapping your cunt and you jolt at the feeling, although it’s not entirely unpleasant; your eyes flit down to him. the other grins again and slaps your pussy a few more times, the wetness of your sex making loud, obscene noises, “tell me how good i’m making you feel, yeah?”
you mewl as you nod as his fingers prod at your hole and you swear the sudden intrusion has your stomach turning. you’re clamping down on his fingers which sets a pace, buried right up to the ends of his fingers as his palm collects your slick. your lover continues to abuse your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking.
“o-ooh, shit! they’re so deep, tojiii!” the moans you let out were almost pornographic, breathless and needy with how good he was giving it to you, the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up on you. his fingers keep a constant pace, stretching you out so well and the roughness of them feel so contrasting on your body, but you love it. “toji, i— fuck, i’m c-close!”
“taste so good, doll. c’mon, cum on my tongue.” the older man is ruined too, the heat of the kitchen getting to him with how the strands of his hair stick to his forehead, but more than that, he’s grinding into thin air, wanting any sort of relief for his hardening cock. “you taste like heaven, oh shit...”
“t-toji— i’m! oh, fuck, fuck fuck—!” it’s not long before you’re unravelling in his hold, legs trembling and incoherent babbles spilling from your lips as toji licks up your release leaving from your dripping, tight hole, sure to lap up every last drop. his emerald eyes hold yours as he cleans you up, body still twitching and shivering from the mind-blowing orgasm before he stands and removes his fingers, holding it to your lips.
“suck.” and you do, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around him like you would to his cock, free hand already making pulling down his sweatpants that has a little pre-cum leaking through it.
“up you go, darling,” toji mumbles, plopping you onto the counter with ease, and because he’s so tall, his pelvis perfectly lines up with yours. it’s probably also because you envisioned this happening, though, that you made sure to pick out a kitchen countertop with the proper height. he slaps the tip of his cock on your glistening pussy, an angry red from being neglected, groaning as your arousal provides lube with no problem.
“just so you know, i’m buying you more of those stupid shorts,” toji confesses before he pushes past your entrance, tip already stretching you so well that you laugh and moan at the same time, arms flying to encircle his neck to feel him closer. “f-fuck, baby… so tight, just for me…”
“’s all yours, toji,” you whimper softly, an unspoken look in your eyes that just says that i’m yours for you to use, “this pussy’s all y-yours— mmf—”
by then, he’s bottomed out, taking his time in filling you up inch by inch and your submission is reason enough for him to start rocking into you, hips faltering just a little by how warm and snug you felt that it has toji catching his breath. but he doesn’t hold back once you’re comfortable, bullying his cock into you at a faster pace into your pussy that sucks him in so well with each thrust.
“your tight, little pussy’s g’na make me cum faster than usual, pretty,” toji says with a breathless laugh, mouth tasting the sweat that lines your body as he kisses your neck. 
“that’s— okay,” you choke out, pulling him away from the embrace and the sight that greets you takes your breath away. dark, lustful eyes trained on you and a stunning smile to match; you see your lover’s eyes soften ever so slightly when he hits that sweet spot in you, “i’ll take all— fuck- all of your cum, okay?”
and toji almost cums at that moment but he knows if he looks at you any longer and how your tongue lols out at how his cock fits so well in you, he just might; so he just settles for frantic nods, and nudges your head down to look at how his length moves in and out of you. your slick and his pre-cum is leaking all over the counter, squelching noises filling the kitchen. “look at how well you take me. good fuckin’ girl is what you are.”
you giggle at the praise because you know toji means every word, but your moans take over soon. there’s the twist of your core, that edging feeling that toji’s drawing out of you so well — it doesn’t help how he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing circles that you’re close, so close.
“toji, toji, toji—” chanting out his name is all you can do when you’re fucked silly, spilling over unexpectedly as you clamp down hard on his cock. toji groans when he feels you spasm over his length, hips not stopping even after you ride out your orgasm. you’re cumming so much that his stomach is wet, too, the pap! pap! pap! of his pelvis against your pussy sounding so filthy.
your babbles converge into three words, mumbling out i love yous to the older man and soon toji cums as well, swallowing your tearful confessions with a sloppy kiss and he’s releasing deep inside you. he can feel your mewls through the kiss, no doubt loving how his thick cum is spilling into you. his seed is hot, leaking from his tip in ropes and ropes until you’re filled to the brim and you sigh, content with how it feels in you.
your lazed hums make him chuckle, kissing you again and softer this time. “my baby, my sweet baby,” toji makes sure to wipe your eyes after, and mutters apologies against your forehead for the dinner turning cold, but when he sees you and your languid smile, he knows you don’t mind.
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dreamsoflightvalley · 3 months
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Two of Skates (James P Sullivan X Reader)
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Summary: You’re an introvert who isn’t too keen on attending one of Roar Omega Roar’s famous ragers, if anything you’d rather attend one of Oozma Kappa’s small gatherings. You prefer good times and pizza over goo pong and crazy stunts… Oh, and of course your crush on Sullivan plays a part in the decision too.
Content: Completely SFW, romance, introverted reader, gender neutral reader, copious amounts of pizza, overall wholesomeness and good times! Also, skating.
A/N: Was thinking of Total Eclipse of the Heart while writing this (specifically the Nicki French cover). Enjoy!
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Monsters University, one of the most prestigious scaring schools out there, was not immune to the party culture that prevailed in just about every college.
Every other week like clockwork RΩR would throw a rager that was open to the entire campus, and it’d keep going well into the night. Exams had just ended, so naturally all of the top scarers in that house were partying. Every house was to attend the party, but standout group Oozma Kappa was definitely uninvited.
You watched as your dorm buddy did her makeup in front of her vanity while rubbing your arm. “You’re coming with us, right Y/N?” Your friend turned to you, tilting her head.
“I dunno… Isn’t there any other house throwing their own party?” You asked, looking out the window to see students in droves flooding into the RΩR house. You couldn’t stand half the members in that group, they were so full of themselves and didn’t hesitate to pick on you for not having a pedigree like them. So what if your parents weren’t top scarers? So what if you didn’t make all A’s? That kind of stuff shouldn’t matter, but to them it did. It also didn’t help that Johnny Worthington had a penchant for singling you out specifically.
“Well, OK or whatever their house name is, is having their own party. They’re going to a roller rink or something,” She scoffed with a smile, turning back to the mirror. “The short squishy one handed me an invitation earlier, it was kinda cute… And also kinda sad,” She chuckled, clearly having no intentions to abandon a big RΩR party to go hang out with a bunch of dweebs at a roller rink.
Oddly enough, that sounded right up your alley.
“Where’d you put it?” You asked.
“Oh, it’s in my backpack. I was gonna throw it away, but I’d feel bad doing it right in front of the little guy,” She admitted sheepishly.
You went over to her backpack and scrounged through it, finding the hand drawn pamphlet rather quickly. It had a little drawing of all the members inside alongside a date, time, and address for the party. Free rides are being offered to anyone who needs them, yadda yadda… Oh, and pizza too?
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna miss out on a Roar Omega Roar party for that!” She folded her arms, giving you a stern look.
“Oh, come on! It sounds like fun! Besides, you know I can’t stand Johnny. He picks on me even with you around,” You grabbed your thoroughly worn jacket off the back of your desk chair, shrugging it on.
“You’re just saying that because you wanna hang out with your lover James.~”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
You grabbed the scooter by the door and stuck your tongue out playfully at your friend, and she returned the gesture.
“You know I hate going to parties without you,” She watched as you grabbed your ita bag, pulling the strap over your shoulder. “But I guess I can manage,” She sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes. It only took her a few seconds to open one to see if her attempts to stop you were working.
“I know you will,” You reassured her, twirling your keys in hand. “But at least you won’t have to stand with me by the snack table the whole time anymore, you can go and play goo pong with the girls… Maybe make a move of your own on that Crystal chick you’ve been diggin’,” You scooted out of the door before your friend could scold you for teasing, popping your headphones on so that you could drown out the nearby music.
You managed to weave through the gaps in the crowd with relative ease, the noise canceling allowed you to follow the beat of your own music and ignore the bass that rumbled through the ground as you passed the noisy fraternity. The OK house wasn’t too far from campus, not on scooter at least. Right as you arrived you could already see the members boarding into an old van, you were just barely on time.
Of course Sulley was the one to notice you scooting towards them, a heavy hand resting atop the car. He was about to duck into the back seat but he saw you and perked up immediately— so fast that he bumped his head on the roof of the car. He shook it off as he stood up straight, raising a curious brow at your arrival.
“Y/N?”
You took your headphones off and paused your music, breathing a little heavily as you fished into your back to pull out a slightly crumpled up invitation. “I heard you guys were throwing your own party…” You held it out to them shyly, still scared of rejection despite the fact that they were the definition of the rejects.
Squishy approached you and took the invite from your hands, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. “You… Actually showed up?” He looked up at you for confirmation, eyes bigger than usual. “Well of course they showed up, they’re right in front of you!” Mike gestured towards you, happier than he’d like to admit. He was in disbelief too, since literally no one would turn down a Roar Omega Rager the way you just did. “Niiiice, stickin’ it to the man!” Art wasn’t one to look a gift pig in the mouth, so he was quick to accept you aboard. “N-No one’s ever come to an Oozma Kappa party before, no one outside of us at least! This is gonna be awesome!” Terri jumped excitedly, forcing Terry’s half of the body to also move with him. “Not to be that guy, but we’d better hurry up before the pizza gets cold. No one wants to eat cold pizza,” Terry put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. Just then, Squishy’s mom piped up from the front seat.
“Come on now, kiddos! That rink isn’t gonna skate itself.”
You waited for everyone else to enter the van, unsure of where you were gonna squeeze in. Squishy climbed into the front seat, Art, Terri, and Terry were in the far back, leaving the middle row to you, Mike, and Sullivan.
Mike got the window seat on the left side, and since you didn’t want to get between the two Sulley sat in the middle without complaint, only because it meant he got to sit next to you.
You closed the door on your side and quickly realized how cramped of a ride this was going to be, the moment the door shut you were walled into the corner by a dense wall of warm, teal fur. In a weird way it was cozy, and you did get to get a nice whiff of him from here…
Sheri turned on the radio as she started to drive, and there was some quiet idle chatter among the others…
“So…” You began, trying to get over your shyness. “You remembered my name..?”
“Hmm?” Sulley looked over at you, though you were hard to see compared to his shoulder. “Oh, your name. Yeah, of course I do. I have a great memory.”
You found it odd since the two of you never really interacted much. You were sure that you introduced yourself, during class but you didn’t expect him to actually… Remember. The encounter was so brief after all. Since then you’d occasionally run into each other (mostly due to you looking for him), but he always seemed too busy for you.
“That’s a bunch of malarky! You have terrible memory. You know how many study sessions we’ve had and you still can’t remember the name of New Eekland’s first prime minister?”
Mike butt in the first chance he got, he had a right to after how viciously Sulley used to tease him when they were freshman.
“When am I ever gonna need that information, history is boring! I don’t choose what I get to remember, I just trust that whatever my noggin thinks is important and retain that.”
Oh, so you were important enough to remember? Interesting.
“Keep thinkin’ like that and you’ll only remember sandwich ingredients, and maybe a few scarers if you’re lucky.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, their friendship never ceasing to amuse you. It was clear that they chided each other out of compassion, if they didn’t like each other they definitely wouldn’t be here right now.
The conversation started to liven up as the drive went on, and for the most part you were simply enjoying the friendly environment and listening to the others talk. Only when the group settled down at their own booth did you get the chance to talk about yourself.
“My friend wanted to go, but honestly? This is so much better than whatever they could possibly be doing right now,” You nearly salivated at the sight of the stringy cheese still clinging onto the pizza for dear life. “I’m not really crazy about big parties like that. They’re so…”
“Loud?” Terri asked.
“Disorienting?” Art chimed in.
“Jock centric?” Mike rolled his eyes.
“Annoying?” Terry groaned.
“Chaotic?” Squishy was the last to finish the chain, since Sulley had nothing against parties. If anything he liked that kind of environment, so when everyone looked at him all he had to say was “What?”
“Uh, yeah, that!” You licked the grease off your fingers after you finished your first slice, already going in for another. “I’d rather be in a small group with nice people I kinda know than be in a den of strangers with only a friend or two, y’know… Quality over quantity.”
Just then, Sheri and Don came back with arms full of skates, each to your respective sizes and foot shapes. Don did a lot of the carrying thanks to his suckers. “We got yer skates, now let’s hit the floor!” Don’s energy was refreshing, but you wanted to stay at the table a little longer. “I think I’ll eat a little more first, after all it uh… Seems like you guys ordered quite a bit,” You glanced at the boxes upon boxes of uneaten pizza, stomach growling loudly.
“Yeah, I’ll hang back too. Y’know, to help,” Sulley shrugged, looking back and forth as he rubbed the back of his head. Sheri caught on immediately, but didn’t say anything. “Alright, we’ll leave you to it,” She guided Don and the others away before he could say anything, giving the two of you a wink and thumbs up as they walked away.
You and James locked eyes for a moment before you shyly looked away.
“Dunno what that was about,” He played dumb, a purple tint washing over the fur on his face.
“Y-Yeah, me neither,” You aired out your collar slightly, trying not to make things awkward.
A silence had settled between you as you ate for a little while. Truthfully, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in the rink since you had no idea how to skate whatsoever, but you acted like you were staying behind for the food. Why Sulley stayed behind is beyond you.
“Honestly… I’m no good at skating,” You admitted as you filled your plate once more.
“Oh yeah?” He smiled crookedly, filling his own plate at the same time as you.
“Yeah…”
He looked around as he scooped a slice into his mouth, making sure no one could hear but you. “Me neither.”
You smiled up at him, surprised that a mighty Sullivan would acknowledge something he couldn’t do. It was rare that James would admit to a fault of his, so even something this small was special. He had to like you at least a little bit.
The noise from the rink caught your attention, and from where you sat you could see Art spinning around in the middle while he held Terri and Terry up in the air. Sheri and Don held Squishy’s hands between them, helping him skate while Mike slipped and slid clumsily.
“You know, maybe if we skate together we’d be alright,” He folded his arms and leaned back, looking at you from the side of his eyes as he tried to gauge your reaction to his suggestion.
“What? You mean like… Two bad skaters come together to form one halfway decent skater? Our talent will balance itself out?”
“Something like that,” He shrugged.
You looked down at your loaded plate and then back at the rink, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to finish all that pizza.
“You know what… Why the heck not,” You stood up and grabbed your skates, offering your hand to him.
“Heck?” He echoed as he took your hand, finding it funny that you didn’t say the other word.
“Yeah, heck! Hay is for horses.”
As the two of you made your way to the rink after putting your skates on, you held onto each other’s hand tightly. When one of you lost balance the other would make up for it, which was surprising given how large Sulley is.
You slowly stretched a leg into the rink, a love song playing over the speakers almost as soon as Sulley joined you. The colored lights shifted from blue and green to red and pink, the DJ sensing the spark between you two. It didn’t seem to matter to either of you though, since you were too busy trying not to fall onto your butts the whole time.
“H-Hey, this isn’t so bad!” You had to admit you didn’t think the idea would work, but as the two of you skated in circles you realized that struggling together made the process a lot easier than struggling alone. “I told you it’d work,” He smirked as he used his tail to grab Mike by the hand, steadying his balance. “How you doin’ back there little buddy?”
“Just peachy!” Mike’s knees were shaking like a leaf, but he wasn’t falling like earlier.
“Good, cause Y/N has an idea and you’re gonna help us!”
Before you put your skates on earlier, you mentioned the idea of giving out the pizza to everyone else who was there. Even if it was taken home for leftovers it would surely go bad, and if Mrs. Squishy got mad you’d be willing to pay her back… And James was nothing if not a risk taker.
Before Mike could even question it, Sulley dragged him screaming from the rink and back to the booth. You had a stack of pizza boxes on your free hand, as did Sulley… Mike, unfortunately, had them balancing on his head.
“Alright, who wants free pizza?” Sulley shouted, holding up the boxes with you as the crowd cheered.
All three of you skated around the building giving free boxes to anyone who wanted some, feeding the entire place better than the cooks did… And yes, even the cooks and cashiers got pizza breaks too.
As the mid-90s Europop song faded, you and Sullivan returned to the booth with some pizza to spare, reclining into the stiff seats as though they were the highest quality massage chairs the world had to offer. James had to pick and limp Mike up by the wrist and sit him down too.
All of you caught your breath together, but even after burning off all that energy you still kept your hands clasped together. You looked over at his palm, his grip softening ever so slightly. He was worried for a second that you’d want to let go, but when you squeezed his giant hand in yours he felt relief wash over him.
“You know… We should do this again sometime…” You smiled up at him.
“Yeah..?”
“Yeah…”
You shuffled a little closer to him, resting your head on his arm. In response he rested his head on top of yours, his bushy brows lowering over his eyes.
To Johnny’s surprise the next day, the school papers replaced the usual column going over the events of his parties with a new blurb on the “Cutest Couple on Campus,” the sight m causing him to spit his coffee out of shock.
“Wh-What the—?!”
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Growing Fond
Shane x Reader
Class: SFW
Word Count: 1.6K
CW: Spoilers For Shane’s First Heart Event, This is Basically a more Detailed Version of the Heart Event, NB Reader, Alcohol, Extisential Dread, Reader is a bit Unhinged, Reader is refered to as Farmer, Mentions of Injuries
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For Shane it was a normal boring routine day, he got up, went to work, stocked shelves until his hands were numb and is now being screeched at by his phone that it’s finally his lunch break. He let out a groan as he stood up from his crouched position, his back cracking loudly when he stood up straight. He made a bee line for the door not bothering to acknowledge Morris as he sped past him. He walked all the way to the saloon to find it pretty much empty aside from Gus, Emily, Pam and you. Pam was already 3 drinks in and you seemed to be busy ordering something, so he just made his way to his usual spot against the wall and waited. As he sat down he didn’t notice when your eyes flitted over at him and returned back to Gus quickly adding one more item to your order. When you were done you took your time walking over to him, he looked up and saw a small smile on your face as you waved at him. “This seat taken?” you asked nodding your head at the empty stool. “Nope.” he said popping the p, he didn’t necessarily dislike you but he didnt want to spend his lunch break with you either. You sat down with a sigh leaning your head on your hand as you look at him “So how’s your day been so far Shane?” “Same as always, anyways what are you doing here? Don’t you have crops to take care of?” it came out much more annoyed and rough than he wanted but he’s too tired to correct it.
 Before you could answer Gus came up with 4 cups of a coffee and a small pizza, before Shane could ask Gus for the usual the man sped off to the other side of the bar where Pam is. He raised an eyebrow at your...questionable lunch, although he doesn’t have any room to speak regarding your diet since his looked frighteningly similar. “Ah, well, I’m heading to the mine after this and-” you said pulling a plain silver thermos out of your bag “-I don’t want to run out of energy immediately so...” you opened the bottle and started pouring the coffee into it not spilling a drop from any of the cups. He could feel the terror that flashed on his face before he tried to go back to the usual RBF he has. “That can’t be healthy…well at least you’re getting some solid food in.” He eyed the personal pizza that sat in front of you, “Oh! Uhh…” You looked away from him with a soft chuckle “I actually got the pizza for you.” A nervous smile forced it’s way to face as you try to figure out what to say next. “I know today’s your birthday so I thought I’d get ya lunch…” His head cocked the side slightly “Oh, is it my birthday today?” He looked down at his phone to see Spring 20 on the lock screen “I guess it is, thanks.” He looked up at you with a small smile “This is nice.” “Well I’m glad you like it!” You slide the box in front of him and after he takes a couple bites from the pizza you got him you turn towards him, “I should probably get going-” you hop off the stool next to his with ease “Bye Shane, have a happy birthday!” Your smile makes him almost sad to be alone again…almost. “See ya, Farmer.”
He watched you walk out the Saloon door, he finished the pizza in a few minutes and let out a sigh as he looked at the time. Sliding off the stool he walked out of the Saloon back to his miserable job. The day blurred by restocking the same shelves that he wished he could watch burn to the ground, when his shift ended he picked up a pack of beers before heading home. The night air was crisp and the temperature was not…uncomfortably warm, so he walked out to the pier on the property and plopped down with his pack next to him. He was about 2 cans in when he heard the creak of the old wood planks behind him and footsteps approaching, stopping when they reached him. When he looked to his side he saw grimy boots covered in mud, slime and…insect remains, well there was worst company to have than you. “Up late, huh?” “Actually just got back from the mines.” Letting out a tired chuckle as if it was hilarious that you spent 10 hours underground. As he turned up to halfheartedly scold you for your life decisions, he got a glimpse of the arm and hand closest to him. Cuts ranging from little scratches to a freshly stitched up gash on your bicep, large welts that resemble…bug bites, and bruises of all colors are splattered across it. He no longer had the will to tell you off, “Here, have a cold one.” He extended the can to you, feeling your calloused fingers brush against his as you grabbed it.
Taking the beer as an invite to stay for awhile you take a seat next to him. You’re much closer than either of you expected, shoulders pressing against each other. He watched you a bit as you fiddled with the little metal tab, after a couple minutes of insect chirps he lets out a sigh. You tilted your head at him and he just responds with a bitter “Buh…life.” Maybe it was the beer or the comfortably uncomfortable silence that made him speak without thinking, “You ever feel like…no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail? …Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day?” He could feel your eyes burrowing into the side of his head, but he kept staring straight into the darkness of the lake beneath you both. “I just feel like no matter how hard I try…I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.” He can see your head turn forward in his peripheral, taking the opportunity to actually look at you. Your body was tense and face wearing an expression he knows all too well, a mixture of existential dread and tiredness. In the silence that settled over you two the crack of the tab finally breaking the aluminum can was heard. He watched as you brought it up to your lips and tilt your head back, hearing your big gulps of the icy beer until you finally crush the can in your hand. Maybe it’s the beer buzzing in his system but the way you’re lightly panting and the expert chugging had him feeling…funny. You looked over at him and mumbled a little “Sorry.” 
He felt the corners of his mouth curl up a bit “Heh…fast drinker, huh? A person after my own heart.” You could feel your face warm up a bit at his flirty joke. “Just don’t make it a habit…you got a future ahead of you still.” There was such a soft undertone of sincerity that it caught you a bit off guard, you watched as he finished his can of beer placing it next to your crushed one. “Welp…my liver is beggin’ me to stop. Better call it a night.” You got up wobbling a bit, man are your legs and arms sore from today. Shane grabbed the empty cans placing them in the plastic bag the pack came from, you watch as he grunted to get up on his knees, without hesitation you extended a hand to help him up. He stared at it for a few moments before taking it, you pulled him up towards you with ease, his hands were warm and a bit sweaty along with his his now slightly red cheeks it was something that nestled into your brain without realization. You reluctantly let go of his hand opting to shove them in your pockets, “I’ll walk you to your house…it’s on the way to mine.” Despite the fact the house he shared was visible from the dock he wasn’t opposed to having your company a little while longer. The grass crunched under your shoes as you walked with him, reaching the trash can that sat right outside the front door he dumped the bag with the empty cans. 
“This was nice, thanks for the beer and the company.” Your smile was well visible due to the house lights shining right outside the front door. “I’m heading home now, I’ll see you tomorrow, Shane!” You waved as you started walking off, “See you around, Farmer.” Returning the wave as he walked into the house, without thinking he stood by the window and watched you dissapear down the path that connects the two properties. He slowly walks to his room attempting not to wake anyone else in the house, sliding into his room he softly closed the door and let out a sigh. He faceplanted onto his bed feeling the effects of the day and beers crash on him, his mind drifted from the shelves of the market, the few ‘Happy Birthdays’ he recieved and finally landed on you. He let his thoughts linger, marinating in the details his slightly hazey brain grasped onto. The callouses developing on your hands, the scars forming on your arms and the way that you lifted him like he was a feather...he could feel his face heating up again like before, ‘I need to stop...but I guess there are worst ways to spend my birthday?’ Getting up he kicked off his shoes, lazily changing into a T-shirt and shorts. Crawling back into bed he closed his eyes and let himself indulge the thoughts his sober brain would’ve shot down immediately. The best gift he’s getting today is from himself and it’s a good night’s sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed reading this! Remember to drink water, eat something and get plenty of rest! Feel free to return whenever you want traveler, take care!💜
~Love Patient 0
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tiniella · 1 year
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♡ ⎯⎯ SUGAR, SUGAR ꒰ TOMURA SHIGARAKI ꒱
୨୧ synopsis: your boyfriend wants to try something new.
୨୧ cw: [n]sfw content, fem!reader + watersports + light dubcon + bladder control + petnames ꒰ pup/puppy + sweetheart + baby ꒱ fingering + pussy slapping + tummy bulge + fluff on the end.
୨୧ word count: 0.9
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"you want me to do what?!"
tomura rolls his eyes at you, scoffing when you try to pull away from his grip on your waist, pressing you deeper on his cock that's settled comfortably inside you. you've been like this for 20 minutes now, tomura wanted to take a break from call of duty and, feeling needy but not wanting to say it out loud, asked you to cockwarm him while watching let's play videos on youtube.
"c'mon, don't try to play the prude with me," he smirks, rubbing his hands on your thighs. "it'll be fun. have you ever got horny while holding your pee for too long?"
you pout, "yeah, i guess so, but this is different," you say. "it's kinda embarrassing."
tomura laughs through his nose, cupping your face to peck your lips, "well, that's the most fun part, pup." he pulls his hand away from you to touch your belly, the outline of his dick causing him to groan, realizing how well you take him every time. "imagine how fucking good it will feel when you're so desperate to pee that i won't have any other choice than to push my cock inside you so deep like this and watch you beg me to let you cum."
"i won't beg," you say defiantly, biting your lip as you push your hips up to feel tomura's cock sliding out of you, only to sit on his lap again, his girth completely filling you up deliciously.
"oh, pup, you always do."
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tomura is livid.
he's been counting the days for this to happen. he watches as you gulp down another glass of water, your third cup of the day. he feels like a creep; making his sweet little girlfriend do something she never did, something that will for sure make her feel embarrassed and humiliated. but, oh, tomura couldn't wait to also make you cum hard for being such a good puppy, always doing your best to realize his sick fantasies.
"i feel nothing," you comment, looking up at him, who's grinning at you. "weirdo."
he chuckles, "thank you."
you spend the rest of the day playing animal crossing, swaying your feet back and forth as you lay on your tummy. tomura has been playing on his computer too, sometimes he'd get up and check up on you but go back to his chair when you say you're okay.
that is, until you feel a small discomfort on your abdomen, it makes you get up and walk towards the bathroom but to no avail. the door doesn't open.
"tomu! where's the key to the bathroom?" you ask loudly.
"do you need to pee?" you jolt, not realizing your boyfriend was behind you, smiling down at you like he's about to eat you whole. "c'mon." he grips your hand and pushes you to the bed, you protest but it's like he's not even hearing you, starting to kiss your neck and bite on your skin.
"agh⏤! shigaraki!" his body presses you on the bed, heavy weight only making it harder to hold your full bladder.
but tomura knows what he's doing. only a few kisses and touches would make you comfortable enough so he can watch you pee yourself. he kisses your lips before opening your shorts, bony fingers rubbing your clit softly through your panties, not too much pressure to not scare you. you still contort your face in a mix of discomfort and pleasure, whining so softly just for him who watches you attentively.
"t-tomu, pleeasee," you grip the sheets beneath you, the sensitiveness from being so full makes your body burn in a heat that you never felt before. "lemme cum, p-please..."
your boyfriend smirks devilish, tugging your panties down your legs and delivering a hard slap on your pussy, making you squirm, your clit burns at every touch. placing himself between your legs and tugging his gray sweatpants down, tomura takes his heavy cock in his hand to pump it a few times.
"don't worry, sweetheart, you'll cum around my cock." you're wet enough for him to push into your pussy comfortably, but you bite your lip at the feeling of his fat cock splitting you open slowly; as always, tomura pushes your legs to your chest, putting you on a mating press, his favorite position. this way, he can watch your adorable face scrunching up and look down to see how your little cunt swallows him entirely. "fuck, do you feel me, pup? how deep i am inside your tummy?"
you clench around him, causing him to start thrusting into you with enough force to make some tears slip down your cheeks. you deny that orgasm as much as you can, shutting your eyes and avoiding to look at tomura who’s staring at you with so much love and adoration in his gaze.
"c'mon, pup. fucking cum for me, make a mess, let it go." tomura spreads your legs open to rub at your swollen clit, immediately sending you to a roller-coaster of sensations.
you cum with a loud moan, untying that knot that was in your tummy and relieving yourself, the warm liquid dripping down your thighs and on tomura's cock. that also causes him to swear under his breath and shake, still thrusting into your pussy as he cums.
"fuuuck, good puppy, that was fucking awesome," his shaky voice says, you whine as how sensitive you feel, feeling him slipping his dick out of you. "good pup." he kisses your sweaty forehead before taking you in his lap and walking to the bathroom, putting you under the hot water and helping you wash your body. he smiles at you tired face, that sure was a lot for a beginner but tomura always makes sure to take care of you. "i love you, baby."
you giggle when he kisses your neck, "i love you too, tomu."
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cultofdixon · 11 months
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Take Your Time
Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • People are assholes and go for something that you’ve had your whole life when it comes to making you feel small. But thank god he’s not one of them • ANGST/SFW • TW: Insecurities / Bullying
Requested by: Anon
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Alexandria
New place, new people
Same type of assholes, but not all of them at least.
Except when your biggest insecurity is a permanent part of your life.
The entire interview Y/N tried her best not to answer the questions Deanna was asking in full or she’d find herself struggling. Deanna was nice and patient but Y/N couldn’t help but get the feeling that this could’ve gone faster. She’s wasting her time. More around those lines.
Daryl looked up from his hands when he heard the door open and shut, only to notice Y/N saddened expression but when she noticed his piercing blue orbs looking at her she gave him a small smile.
“Was she mean?”
“No, n-not really” Y/N shrugs bringing herself to sit beside him while Glenn entered after her. “S-She made me n-nervous”
“I can see that” Daryl stated the first thing on his mind and felt as if he said something wrong. “Uh. Well. She makes me nervous…too…”
That soft quiet laugh of hers escaped her lips when the archer scrambled but listening to such was music to his ears.
As the group was being lead to the two houses they were provided until further inspection on the group, even if 90% of their weapons were turned into the pantry. So they can’t do any harm…for the most part. Y/N felt a tad uncomfortable which brought her to look around their surroundings and found one of Deanna’s sons that she brought up during her interview staring right at her. She lingered toward the back of her group watching the son approach her as she felt incredibly small compared to the tall individual.
“See your group is finally settling into their new digs” He smiles, as his appearance seemed friendly but Y/N’s anxiety got the best of her thinking something might happen. Guess you tend to feel that way after once thinking friendly people with a new community weren’t going to turn into cannibals.
“Yeah” Y/N shyly states watching the man’s shoulders relax.
“My name is Aiden. What’s a beautiful woman like yourself named? Besides possibly Angel” his flirting could use some work.
“Y/N”
“Do you only answer in short one worded phrases?” He laughs a bit as Y/N didn’t really want to answer him in full sentences if she had to.
“Y-You make me r-really n-nervous” Y/N’s neutral expression turned into a frown and even more anxious demeanor. “L-Like your mother”
Aiden bites his tongue when listening to her speak as he kept a smile on his face for more reasons than to look friendly to the new comer.
“Well. Sorry about that, hope to see you at the party”
“P-Party? Wow. I-It’s really l-l-like the old world”
“Mhm” Aiden did his best to contain it right then and there but left before he could crack.
A crack that turned into out roar of laughter at the party Carol convinced Y/N to go.
Arriving was the easy part to this party. All the strangers locking onto the new comers, especially Y/N, only made her want to leave. But Carol stopped her the first two times she tried to leave. Her wandering gaze was looking for a certain someone but ultimately lead to disappointment when he never came to view at that party.
“Y/N!”
The unfamiliar but familiar enough voice brought Y/N out of her thoughts watching Aiden wave her over to the small group of only new people. When she got closer, Aiden wrapped his arm around her shoulders resulting in her giving a “help me” look to Carol and Rick. Carol only gave her a thumbs up before turning back to Rick.
“If she gets buddy buddy with the sons, we might be able to persuade if needed”
Rick was going to respond but he watches from the corner of his eye Y/N blow up and shove Aiden off of her. He brought his full attention to the scene about to walk over to check on her but all that happened next was the group of Alexandrians laughing and Y/N storming out of the party.
“Take your words back, Carol” Rick states as Carol frowns watching Y/N exit the house. Before she even thought about going after her to check on her, and know who she has to beat up. But Maggie quickly noticed her storm out and went to check on her.
When Maggie returned with no Y/N, Glenn gave her a worried look as she brought herself close.
“She’s fine”
“She say what happen?”
“Yeah but that’s her business. I’ll check on’er again before lights out” Maggie wrapped her arm around her husband looking in Aiden’s direction before back at Glenn. “I don’t trust him, Glenn. Keep an eye out alright?” She whispers to Glenn who subtly turn to who she’s referring to before nodding and kissing her forehead.
The next morning came and Daryl was making his way to Aaron’s garage when he spotted Y/N sitting alone at the gazebo drawing away in a hard cover sketchbook she found in Carol’s house. Daryl remembers the one she lost in the prison and how she’d draw every chance she got after chores and runs she went on. But that wasn’t the only thing he focused on, he couldn’t help but notice the change in atmosphere as he drew closer.
“Mornin’”
His voice startled her at first but she relaxed once she saw who it was.
“M-Morning” Y/N replies quieter than her usual and her smile when Daryl first approached her had faded.
Daryl decided to sit with her a moment ignoring his bubbling feelings because something was off with her. So he wasn’t going to leave her.
“Aaron’s got this bike frame in his garage…you don’t gotta help me but you wanna just. Hang out?” His hint of a smile peeked out when hers returned with a nod. “Alright, cmon”
The two did their own thing in silence, it wasn’t awkward but Daryl couldn’t help his anxious feeling when Y/N wouldn’t talk. She’s usually very talkative with him…
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“Hey D” Y/N smiles kneeling beside Daryl while he worked on his bike in the court yard of the prison. “Find the p-piece you needed?”
“Mhm. I could use an extra set of hands handing me tools if yea don’t mind”
“Nope! H-Happy to help” She smiles shuffling to get comfortable sitting on the floor while going through the tool box they found in maintenance.
After handing Daryl a few tools here and there, Y/N decided how was the time.
“Can I ask yea s-something?”
“Shoot” Daryl slid out from under to sit up and wipe off the grime on his hands with a his rag.
“Do yea t-think you can help m-me learn how t-to shoot a bow?” Y/N felt a bit off given how bad her stutter can get when she was anxious. But Daryl didn’t show any signs of annoyance or anything. He likes the girl, he doesn’t want to ever make her feel bad.
“Yea found one?”
“Glenn did. J-Just thought..”
“If yea like…I mean if yea ain’t busy later…we can go out and shoot. I’m more than happy to teach yea” Daryl felt himself smile more than his usual twitch of a smile as he couldn’t help the giddiness he felt when she lit up.
“Really?” She smiles even brighter as he nods confirming such. “Ah! You’re amazing D”
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What he’d do to see that smile of hers
Daryl brought himself from under the bike looking over to Y/N seeing her slow her drawing and an uneasy feeling builds in his chest.
“Hey, mind handing me tools when I need’em? Listen back at the prison?”
“S-Su-…Yeah” Y/N frowns setting her sketchbook down on the work bench before bringing herself to sit on the ground beside him with the tool box in front of her.
Working in silence for a few hours only made the archer worry for the girl even more. He was getting impatient with not knowing what could be wrong, hell it could be nothing. It’s never nothing, what is he thinking?
“I…have the n-night w-w-…watch” Y/N felt her body tense when she struggled to get that out as she puts away the tools Daryl wasn’t using anymore watching him help her. “W-Wh…”
“I’ll walk yea…if yea don’t mind”
He didn’t receive a no but still kept a respectable distance in case she wasn’t entirely comfortable. But Y/N felt safer with Daryl.
As the two made their way toward the front gates, it was Aiden coming off his shift and Daryl knew then that something happened with the eldest son given Y/N immediately hid behind the archer.
“Sup Dixon”
“Hey” Daryl glares a bit but given the time of night, Aiden couldn’t really tell. But he did know Y/N was there.
“Yknow you’re a big dude. But not big enough to hide her.” Aiden scoffs watching Y/N immediately book for the watch tower making the man laugh a bit. “How did you handle that for so long?”
“What yea mean?” Daryl growls watching the man defensively hold his hands up backing up slightly.
“I think you know what I mean. I don’t understand why any of yea kept her around when she can’t get a full sentence out of that broken record of a voice box she’s got”
Without another thought, Daryl’s fist met Aiden’s jaw and that was the end of that conversation. He’ll hear about it from Deanna later but he has his priorities in the moment.
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No one thought anyone could break Daryl’s hard exterior, but whenever he was around Y/N? The man man was puddy in her hands.
“You’re gonna want to lower your aim. Be eye level” Daryl helped Y/N adjust her aim as she instinctively adjusted her stance before drawing the arrow back.
When she landed the shot, Y/N couldn’t contain her excitement as she screams happily startling Daryl a bit but even he couldn’t help his own excitement.
“Nice shot”
“I-I-I can’t b-believe I—-Ah” Y/N stopped herself abruptly feeling her face flush from embarrassment. “S-Sorry”
“For what?”
“Uhm. My s-stutter”
“Why would yea apologize for that?” Daryl looks at her confused watching her shrug with a bit of a pout. “Hey. Don’t worry about it, sunshine. I wanna hear everythin’ yea gotta say”
Y/N smiles happily when he said that.
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Part of her wishes they were back in that moment
Daryl quietly enters the watch tower listening to the sobs coming from Y/N as he instantly brought himself to kneel in front of her resting his hands on her knees.
“Y/N, what’d he do to yea? Do I need to do more than just punch’em?”
“Y-Y-You…p-…” Y/N stopped trying to talk as she hid her face in her hands. Daryl wasn’t having it as he carefully brought his hands to hold her face making her hands go to hold his wrists watching her sob.
“Hey…hey hey” Daryl frowns wiping away the tears that fell. “Cmon. It’s just me. I’m here…what did he do?”
“A-At the…” Y/N tried to stop again but Daryl softly shushes to try and calm her enough to stop her crying.
“The party? Is that what yer trying—“ He watches her nod while he continued to take care of the ongoing tears. “What happened at the party?”
“H-He…he was m-m…mocking m-m-me” She cried. “a-and called m-me a f-f-freak in front of o-others”
Oh he’s going to kill this guy Daryl frowns sensing there was more to this, watching her sniffling lessen and the tears slowly stop. “What else, sunshine?”
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“S-Stop it!” Y/N snaps at Aiden who couldn’t help the laugh to escape his lips.
“M-M-Make me” He smirks getting a laugh out of his brother, Spencer and their friends at the community watching Y/N’s face get heated.
“Y-Y-You’re a f-fucking b-bitch!” She snaps shoving the man. “N-No one l-likes a f-fucking bully”
That was met with silence before an out roar of laughter between the group as Y/N had enough of being there. She shoved Aiden out of her way so that she can leave the party.
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Yeah. He’s gonna fucking get it Daryl did his best to contain his anger in that moment as he moved his hands sitting on the ground before bringing his arms around Y/N pulling her close to his person.
The archer held her the entirety of her shift, nothing exciting was going to happen that night anyway.
Daryl kept her close for as long as she needed, even on the walk back to Rick’s place where they both had a room in. He stopped at the steps leading to the house to check her once more before they entered.
“You…wanna spend the night with me? I uh. Don’t want yea to be alone tonight”
“Y-You don’t mind?”
“I never mind when it’s yea, sunshine” Daryl gave her a shy smile watching hers finally return after the days without it. The two entered the house together and went to spend the night in Daryl’s.
Daryl made his way to Aaron’s garage alone the next morning seeing Aiden on his walk over to the house.
“Hey! You were a fucking dick last night for pu—-“ Aiden was suddenly pushed into the bush in front of the nearby house by Daryl who took out a cigarette after doing such. “WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Sorry, spasms” Daryl chuckles lighting the cig and returning on his way to his bike.
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