#((an actually drabble-sized drabble for once lmao))

[ilumin]

Pairing: Charlie Kenton (Real Steel) x GN!Reader

A/N: Holy shit. It's been MILLION YEARS SINCE I'VE POSTED SOMETHING MYSELF OH MY GOD. I've wrote it last night, since I'm totally, entirely, fully obsessed with Hugh Jackman. I've been watching his movies like crazy, and Real Steel, right alongside X-Men, Wolverine, and The Greatest Showman is one of my favorite ones.

There's barely anything with Charlie- so I thought I'll add my little brick to this small wall. It's just a drabble, buuuut if it gets good feedback, I'll probably keep on going with this trope lmao.

This one was inspired by one small post I've seen with Kenton, but I cannot find the author of it. If you're the author, or you know what post I'm talking about, lmk! I'll link them below. ANYWAY, LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED

„Look at that!”

Max said enthusiastically, as he and his father, the one and only Charlie Kenton moved through the hagar filled with people.

It was an old place, used to be some sort of factory – now turned into one of the most well known underground places of robot fights.

Since the fight with Zeus, Charlie, Max and Atom made quite a name for themselves. After that spectacular fight, lots of stuff changed, one of them being the fact that Aunt Debra actually let Charlie and Max keep on meeting from time to time, mostly to enjoy their time on robot fights.

Charlie eventually payed her and her loathed husband back those 50 grand he took during the time of his first real meeting with Max.

Another good thing was the fact, that he and Max, got closer than they’ve ever been. Charlie never thought they’d got to this point, that he’ll actually become a decent dad. Yet, here they are.

„Yeah, those guys are massive”

Charlie chuckled, as he saw Max stare in awe at some of the biggest names in the underground. Black Bull, Sparkle, Hercules. Robots known for their strength and deadly punches.

The big ones and the most valuable ones.

„Oh my god, is that Firefly?”

Max gasped, as he sprinted towards the ring where one of the bots was currently under a maintenance.

„Ma- Max! Hold on, don’t run off!”

Charlie called out for him, and cursed under his breath, seeing the boy completely focused on the bot itself. But as he catch up to his son, Charlie let out a whistle. It was Firefly.

„I never thought I’ll see that bot up close.”

Charlie put his hands into his pockets, looking at the steady piece of metal.

„She won over 20 fights in a row in a big Ligue! Never made it to the exact top, but her kill count is the one of the highest in the rank!”

Max spoke, his clear excitement and hyperfixation over the bots showing once again. He was just about to say more as a voice called.

„I see you know your stuff, little guy”

A person walked in, cleaning their oil dirty hands with the rag, before they throw it over their shoulder.

Max’s jaw dropped slightly, as he once glanced at the bot, then at the person themselves.

„Oh- oh my god, you’re-„

„___? In the flesh, good to meet a smart kid out here”

You flashed him a warm smile, putting your hands onto your hips. You eyed both of them, before moving onto the steps leading to the ring.

„You guys are the ones who made Zeus run for his money?”

At your question, Max smiled widely, nodding his head.

„Hell yeah! Atom basically kicked that guys ass”

That kid had some fire in him, his reaction making you chuckle. Charlie on the other hand was quiet, swallowing hardly to water his suddenly dry throat.

Holy shit, he knew you were hot, but damn.

It wasn’t a secret who you were. Firefly, back in the day, was one of the most famous robots fighting in the underground. She started small, but almost immediately made a name for herself between the big guys, despite her thin build. She was known for not relying on the strength only, but on her speed. Using her size difference and reaction time, she was able to put robots much bigger than herself on the floor.

And you were the one who build her out of scratch.

„What’s wrong with Firefly?”

Max asked again, as he walked closer to the ring, putting his elbows up, leaning over the edge slightly. He glanced around all the tools and cables laying around, as you worked on something in the robots guts.

„Nothing wrong. Just usual maintenance. I have to make sure that this girl will work just fine during today’s match”

„Match? There’s fight tonight?”

Max’s gaze instantly went on you in interest, hearing the mention of upcoming fight.

You nodded your head, closing the back panel of your robot, grabbing a flat screwdriver in the meantime.

„Yeah. They’re still gathering list of opponents today. I thought, why not give it a try? It’s been a while for me and that old rusty girl”

You patted bot's back, as if it was an old, well known friend. Because it was.

Building her took more than you’d like to admit, but the moves she could pull off were unique. She was one of the kind, as some people tend to say.

„Let her fight with Atom!”

Max called out, which made you turn your head towards him.

And at that, it seemed that Charlie finally found his voice, immediately shaking his head.

„Wha- no. No- Max’s, there’s no way-„

„Atom? You think that little guy could put up a fight with her?”

You glanced at Charlie, before your gaze turned to the blond boy once again.

Sensing a challenge in your tone, he smirked widely nodding his head.

„Yeah. How about 1000 for the winner?”

„Max, have you lost your-„

Charlie tried to speak again, just to get cut by you once more.

„20 grand for the winner. But let’s make it simpler. If you guys win, I’ll pay. If I win, you don’t have to pay me. Because if I do end up winning, it means there won’t be much left of your bot”

You mimicked the boys smirk. In that moment, you could see the similarities in both of them.

While Max had the biggest grin on his face, Charlie looked straight up nervous.

„Alright, but if we do win, you’ll also show us what you did with Firefly to make her this good, deal?”

„Max, can you just-„

„Deal”

Charlie looked at you once again, desperately hoping you wouldn’t see that twitch in his expression. Both from the fact he didn’t wanted to get embarrassed in front of a person he heard so much about over his years as a robot trainer, but also, because he wanted to have at least slightest chance with you in the future.

You hop off the ring, and reached to your back pocket. Pulling out a contact card from behind your phones case, you handed it to the boy, before ruffling his hair a bit.

„Consider it as a friendly advice from more experienced friend. Also – I won’t make it easy for you, guys”

„You don’t have to. Atom will win”

Max said again, that cocky smile never leaving his lips.

You nodded your head with a smile, before you looked at Charlie.

„Contact me when you’ll have a time for that fight. See ya around”

With that, you turned on your heel, probably going off to prepare yourself for the tonight’s fight.

As Charlie and Max stood there, the eleven year old turned to his father, before he basically pushed tha card into his hands.

„You’re welcome”

He said with a roll of his eyes.

Kenton looked at the card, before he scoffed, turning to look at his son.

„Welcome? Welcome for what?”

„For getting you a date”

Oh, that little bastard...

Lmk what you think. Once again, I don't think it'll get a lot of attention, but I thought, why not try my shoot.

Also, shoutout once again to @blurryhowlett , if not for you, I wouldn't get back to writing again 😭

[neighboringheart]

OKAY Y'ALL ARE LEARNING ABOUT THEM TODAY

I already posted about them a while back but a lot of changes have happened since then so I'm making a new post with the updated designs

These are my OCs Trailhead and Turnpike

for clarification's sake: the original linework I did for them was traced from a panel of Dominus in mtmte bc I'm not great at robot anatomy and it was a good neutral pose (lmk if y'all wanna see the original concept bc it was bad lmao) but they're mostly just for visual reference so I prob won't be posting art of them again now that their designs are like finalized in my head unless I commission someone at some point

they are both beastformers with a turbofox alt and they're from the Cybertron of the universe that the Lost Light warps to (at least in this lil AU)

their Cybertron is lush with robotic flora and fauna and as an extension all the Cybertronians there emerge with beast alt-modes and for a long time lived amongst the wildlife themselves in mixed communities of Cybertronians and their respective mechanimals

Trailhead is very excitable and a huge flirt but also a vain coward who often has to cower behind his brother when things get tense especially bc his aim sucks

Turnpike is stoic and stubborn but they're very protective of their brother and their home and they're a trained fighter whose preferred weapons are their two swords they usually keep clipped onto their back

I'ma give y'all the little drabble I wrote that's like a prologue to where the fic I'm planning begins bc the actual fic starts when they meet the Lost Light in space but I wrote this thing while brainstorming forever ago and it'll help set the scene a lil better

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The beastformers lived in small communities for a very long time amongst the wildlife of Cybertron until Optimus Primal arrived. He began to unite the communities one by one and convinced them to leave behind their wild brethren to form something new, something much larger than themselves.

Many resisted the idea, but minds were changed when the blight befell them. This blight caused Cybertronians everywhere to revert to their alt-modes permanently, no longer able to speak or think at the capacity they once were. The people were terrified, and in their terror, they turned to the one who offered them hope, solidarity, safety. Primal brought them all together to search for a cure and to build a grand society that could expand beyond the wilds from which they came.

Before long, huge cities were built, research dedicated to finding a way to restore their lost peers. No one knew what caused the blight, every case appearing so random. It didn’t matter from where someone hailed, where they lived, their size, their alt-mode, their occupation. Any and all were at risk of the blight taking hold.

Many figured that it was only a matter of time, their efforts wasted. But many more clung to the promise of a better future, Primal supporting them all in any way that he could.

Darkness fell when one day, Primal’s beloved, Megatron, was befallen with the blight. Primal had been inconsolable for some time, many mourning alongside him for though Megatron was mighty and fearsome, he was gentle and kind to all of his subjects. It was a dark time, but it brought them all closer together.

They began to research beyond cures, looking into traveling beyond their skies. It would be necessary. With Megatron’s fall, so too did the natural energon wells across the planet begin to dry up one by one. Hot spots went cold all over the planet and it weighed heavily on them all. It was as though Primus himself had given up on his creations. They’d been left to rust on their wild planet, unable to do anything but claw for survival.

From this world is where we meet the protagonists of our tale, Trailhead and Turnpike. The two of them once lived not far from the great tree, members of a skulk of both fellow turbofox beastformers and plain turbofoxes alike. They all enjoyed the plentiful fruit that offshoots of the great tree produced, the soft skin swollen with sweet energon. It had been a wonderful life, their friends were plenty and peaceful. Never had there been a night when the two hadn’t curled up on one another, slumbering in their scruffy alt-modes.

It had been perfect until it all began to crumble. One by one, their friends became confused, their memories muddled, becoming worse and worse until they could no longer remember how to return to their root forms.

They were trapped in their alt-modes, the loss of their memories leaving them feral and aggressive. Turnpike wept as their closest friends disappeared, not even able to say a final goodbye. Trailhead hadn’t the time to mourn, too busy trying to figure out what had happened, news from nearby settlements speaking of the blight and the pain it wrought. Seemingly overnight, Trailhead and Turnpike were the only beastformers that remained of their skulk, and that was when he arrived.

Optimus Primal himself came to offer them a new home. Looking into the eyes of the turbofoxes that they had called brothers, it hurt to consider it, but they knew they had to leave. Trailhead knew that with the wisdom of others like himself, he may yet be able to save their lost friends. There was no other choice.

With a sorrowful goodbye, they boarded Primal’s vessel and their home faded into the distance behind them, Trailhead finally crumbling beneath his grief in Turnpike’s arms. They would find a way, no matter what it took.

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and then last of all, here's Turnpike without the mask and visor bc they do retract

[shapeshifting-wildcard]

Jou did not like talking to the police.

The last time he had had to deal with them a lot was when he was arrested. They were not kind to him back then. Looking back, it was clear to Jou that they had decided he was a criminal, and treated him as such. To them, he was not a child deserving of care and basic decency. To say they treated him like an animal would be to claim that even an animal deserved the sort of treatment he got. They tried to force him to use his voice, and wouldn't even consider the idea of getting a sign language interpreter when his throat refused to cooperate. None of them yelled or raised their voices at him, but their cold demeanors got the point across well enough. They did not care about him, they did not care for his wellbeing, and they most certainly did not care that he was innocent.

So his discomfort sitting in a room, alone, with two police officers was quite understandable.

The officer across from him spoke in a calm tone. Almost kind. It was gentler than the voice of the officer stationed behind Jou's chair. Even as the man discussed Jou's previous record. Jou kept his hands in his lap, resisting the urge to fidget. He could fidget and pace as much as he wanted on the way back to class. If he did it now, though, the officers would simply take it as a sign of guilt. Something suspicious. So he had to sit still, even as the unease and panic built in his chest. Take deep breaths without being too obvious. Focus, focus, focus. Answer his questions without giving anything away.

"It says here you had a dispute with Mr. Kamoshida?"

Jou nodded. May as well be honest, if vague. Everyone knew about it, anyway, so it would be stupid to try and contradict them.

"You're more hotblooded than you look." The detective scribbled down some notes in the book in front of him. "You spend time with quite an interesting group. Yusuke Kitagawa and Haru Okumura?"

The detective stared at him for a heartbeat, obviously studying Jou's reaction. He stared back, briefly meeting the man's gaze in an attempt to avoid tensing up too obviously. He could feel the other detective's piercing gaze boring a hole into his skull behind him. Don't react. Don't make it obvious.

"The more friends the better, right?" The detective across from him finally looked away, scribbling down more notes. Jou's gaze drifted down towards the notebook. What was he writing? How much did they know about the Thieves? Should he be concerned...?

"I'm sorry to have taken your time. You're free to go now."

Jou glanced towards the detective, not moving a muscle yet. That's it? That's all he had to say to him? Jou almost felt annoyed.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Of course, here it was. "Do you think the Phantom Thieves are associated with this school?"

Ah, there it was. Jou lifted his head. They probably expected him to say something, didn't they? Simply nodding or shaking his head would be too suspicious. Too "decisive." Maybe he could channel his anxiety into something constructive; make himself sound genuinely scared about the possibility.

"I-I hope not." Jou watched the detective's reaction as he sat up straight. His expression softened ever so slightly. Had it worked? Had Jou convinced the guy, or was this part of his "good cop" act?

"Don't worry, we're here to keep all of you safe," the detective reassured him. "Okay?"

"Thank you for your time," the gruff detective finally chimed in.

"Your responses will serve as great reference material." Jou didn't like the sound of that. "Takamaki-san is next. Can you ask her to come in?"

Jou nodded and stood up, glad that this brief interview was over. It left him feeling more on edge than before, unfortunately. Once he got outside the room and motioned for Ann to enter, he dug out his phone and left a note in the group chat.

💔 Meet in the attic after school.

[messrmoonyy]

Moonboys reacting to your baby’s first kick

Prompt- could you please write what the boys would react like to feeling your baby kick for the first time?

A/n- I had to delete the ask prompt as this uploaded funny before, and everytime I add in a ‘read more’ cut it starts duplicating my paragraphs so 😃🔫 So. Let’s repost and see how it goes now lmao. Baby’s and pregnancy are not my forte so I hope this okay. Enjoy these little drabbles.

Warnings- none. Fluff

Masterlist- requests open for hcs, drabbles and one shots

Reblogs and comments appreciated <3

Steven

It was late. Well. Early. The clock beside the bed showing 1:34am in a practically mocking way. He had thought that once Khonshu was no longer leering over him that sleep would come easier. But it had been years now and yet he still struggled from time to time.

You were next to him, curled up on your side, his arm draped over your belly as he read in some attempt to fall tired. But sleep still evaded him, even though the book wasn’t particularly exciting. He had read practically every baby book known to man he was certain, he wanted to be prepared after all. And the entire thing was just… exciting. He took great joy in telling you all about the interesting things currently cooking up inside your womb, informing you the size of the baby every week. It was carrot sized now. Or telling you the best baby bottles he thought you should get because tiredtwinmum95 online said they were just brilliant.

He couldn’t be more excited. Yes it was a terrifying thing, especially in your situation. Three dads, one body. But it was exciting none the less. You were 21 weeks gone, not that he was counting down the days or anything. You’d pushed past that stage of just kind of looking bloated all the time, to actually looking pregnant now. Your bump still small but rounded out, clearly pregnant when you weren’t wearing baggy shirts. It was all starting to feel a bit more real.

He looked down at you with a warm smile, fast asleep. He’d spent the hour before bed massaging your achy shoulders and back, and you’d been dead to the world ever since. You deserved the rest. He thought it was a miracle how you still were able to go to work and do day to day things, when you carrying such precious cargo. Doing such an incredible and important job of growing and protecting his daughter.

He turned back to his book but after only another paragraph he froze. His eyes darted over to you, wondering if what he had felt was real or his imagination.

But then… again.

A small movement under the hand that was resting on your belly, gentle but definitely there. His face lit up, tossing the book to the end of the bed and placing his other hand there too. It was a little more prominent when it happened again, almost as if his daughter could sense he was there. He almost wanted to cry.

“ Heyyyy little one “ he said softly, leaning his face closer and gently pulling you over onto your back. Not wanting to disturb you but overwhelmed by the excitement of some actual movement “ can you hear me yeah? “ You stirred at the movement and opened a bleary eye, looking at your husband with nothing but confusion “ that’s right you can can’t you? “

“ Steven? “ he did look a little mad, beaming smile and wild eyes, holding onto your bump gently.

“ she moved “ he said in amazement “ y/n she moved. There’s an actual baby in there “ he said with a stunned laugh, shaking his head. A smile made its way onto your own face as you watched him and the utter joy on his face.

“ Right a baby of course. I was beginning to wonder what it was “ he dropped his cheek to your stomach, the smile never leaving him for even a second.

“ can you hear me little one? Yeah? I’m your daddy. Well. I’m one of them “

“ babe I don’t think she can he- “ your baby moved again in response and Steven gave you a slight smug look at that.

“ see. She can hear me. I read about it, they can hear music and everything. Gods don’t let Jake play her any music she’ll come out speaking Spanish “ your daughter moved again and he raised an eyebrow “ I think she technically just kicked me in the face “

“ feisty one “

“ like her mum “ he shuffled back up to lay beside you and wrapped his arms around you, a gentle kiss falling on your cheek “ it’s just mad, innit? “ he sighed dreamily “ we made a baby love. Like. An actual real baby. Mental “ you laughed and pulled him in for a soft kiss before shifting back onto your side, Steven cradling your bump as you fell back into sleep

Marc

Marc wasn’t a morning person. At all. He always woke up with a grudge against the world no matter how much sleep he’d had. So his usual morning ritual was roll over, pull you into his arms, bury his face into your neck and grumble about how much he hated mornings. But how much he loved you. But when he rolled over the bed was empty. His face fell against a cold pillow instead of your hair, hands grabbing at cool sheets instead of your warm skin. It simply made his morning mood worse.

He sat up with a frown etched into his face, angry at the world and everyone on it. But his brow soon relaxed, his scowl easing from his features, when he saw you stood in the kitchen. He got out of bed as quietly as his still sleepy limbs would allow him, covering the distance between the bed and the kitchen in quick time. Anxious to get his hands on you and resume his regular way of easing himself into the world.

“ hi “ he grumbled as his arms wrapped around you from behind, not as easy as it once had been with your ever growing bump in the way.

“ hey sleepy head “ you said, leaning your head to accept the kiss he dropped onto your cheek, as you continued to wash the dishes that had been left in the sink from the night before.

“ why are you up so early washing damn dishes and not in bed? “ he closed his eyes, breathing you in as his senses finally started to come around and wake up.

“ for one, it’s not early. It’s 9:30. And two, I woke up at 7 to pee again and I just got this mad urge to clean. Steven says it’s nesting or something. Like wanting things to be perfect and ready. I don’t know I just really wanted to clean “ he smiled against your skin, unable to control his inner joy anytime the baby was mentioned.

He’d been absolutely terrified at first. He’d literally refused to deal with it, not fronting for an entire week no matter how much Steven and Jake tried to convince him too. A baby was far too much pressure. A tiny life in his and your hands when he barely knew how to take care of himself properly? It was terrifying. He’d come around though.

“ great. Already got your mom wrapped around your finger havent you? Got her running around like a mad woman when she should be cuddling with me? “ he said, patting your stomach gently which made you giggle.

“ sorry you and the boys are in second place now. This little princess is number one, isn’t that right? “ you cooed as your dried off your hands, placing a hand over Marcs. It was then that Marc felt it, the little prod under his hands.

“ what was- “

“ oh someones awake “ you cooed and gently moved Marc’s hand to the left slightly “ feel there “ he felt it again then, movement under your skin. It was ever so slightly weird but also incredible. He’d never felt the baby move. You’d called him from work the first time, crying in a mix of joy and fear. Then spent the entire evening trying to make her move again so he could feel it too.

Then any other time she’d moved Marc simply hadn’t been fronting. But now he finally was.

“ made me wait for that one didn’t you baby girl. Damn “ you laughed and held his hand in place as she continued to wiggle around. 

“ you feel it yeah? “ he nodded, awestruck at the feeling “ she’s getting more active. I think she knows eviction time is getting closer “ you still had a while to go but it truly couldn’t come quick enough “ now you’ve met all your daddy’s haven’t you? “ he smiled and turned you around in his arms, looking at you with every ounce of adoration he could muster.

“ I love you “ he said quietly and you beamed a smile, leaning forward to kiss him “ and you. Even if you did make me wait “ he said with a light pat to your bump.

“ you soppy sod “

Jake

“ Jake! Jake! “ Jake startled as you screeched for him from the bathroom, almost throwing the tv remote at the screen in his shock “ Jake! Get in here quick! “ he assumed it was probably a spider in the tub or another bee had snuck in through the window.

But then again. What if it was something worse… a person. An old enemy seeking revenge. Someone having somehow slipped past him and ready to tear away his family. He charged for the bathroom, skidding into the room ready to deck whoever dared to lay a hand on his wife and child.

“ No la toques. te mataré, puta madré! “ Jake yelled as he frantically looked around for whoever had you. But stopped in confusion to find you alone, stood half undressed as you got ready for your bath “ mi amor? “

“ come here! Quick “ you were beaming at him, beckoning him over to you “ quick jake! “ he made his way over and you grabbed his hands, placing them on to your baby bump

“ what are you- “

“ just wait. Hang on “ you held his hands in place “ come on love don’t be shy now it’s your daddy “ you said softly, looking down at your stomach. Jakes brows furrowed and he opened his mouth to say something else but then he felt it, as if something was poking him under his hands.

“ dios mío is that-“

“ yeah. Been wiggling around for the last few minutes “ he dropped to his knees in front of you and let you move his hands around to follow your daughters movements “ see. She knows it’s you “ the baby wiggled around again “ talk to her the doctors said she can hear us. Talk to her “ he did feel a little silly to even think about talking to your stomach. But you had become the only person alive he’d ever let him self be soft and silly with. So he indulged you.

“ hola Princessa “ he said quietly “ Steven tells me you’re a carrot now “ you snorted a laugh at that and shook your head.

“ wonderful first impression there, calling her a carrot “

“ ¿qué? Blame steven. He tells us every week the new vegetable “ you shook your head again with a smile and Jake pressed a gentle kiss to your bump before rising to his feet again. He looked at your glowing face, how happy you looked and he couldn’t help but look at you as if you were placed on the earth simply just for him.

Learning you were pregnant had been a tough pill to swallow at first. What was he supposed to do with a baby? His hands were made for taking life. Not cradling a tiny precious one. He took. He didn’t make. It felt wrong to even think of holding such a delicate little person in his hands that were so bloodstained.

“ you’re cute you know that? “ you said with a grin, squishing his cheeks between your fingers and making his lips pout. He looked like a rather unamused cat that was being forced to play.

“ sure “ he deadpanned and twisted his himself out of your grasp and placed a kiss to your lips.

Translations ( apologies if wrong. Google translate is all I have 😞)

No la toques - don’t touch her

te mataré, puta madré - I’ll kill you mother fucker

Mi amor - my love

Hola Princessa - hello princess

Dios mio - oh my god

¿qué? - what

[b-ritney]

My Favorites Fics

This is going to be an ever expanding list that I will edit from time to time, I have almost 400 liked stories though so it will take me a while to get through everything!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't be offended if a story you wrote doesn't come up on the list I promise I don't mean to leave anyone out I LOVE all the stories I've liked and the writers, and I tell my IRL friends about your writing ALL the time!

I will write next to each thing what it is :)

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Take The Edge Off by @ohcaptainstains : SMUT

This is soooo good it's one of the first fics I read when I got really into this community and I was immediately hooked.

Aftercare by @dazed-nymphsss : FLUFF but mentions smut

Another really sweet one I read at the beginning of my obsession, I read it while I was overnight dog-sitting for my grandma's neighbor and I just remember the dog giving me the weirdest looks when I was giggling and kicking my feet.

Gentle With Me by @swingsuckerswing: SMUT

Reminds me of a movie I just can't figure out which one though.... I just love how Eddie is so sweet about the whole first-time thing.

he's gentle when he wants to be by @munsonussy: SMUT

LITERALLY, I DIED "Is it okay if I touch you baby, or not yet?" SUCH A GENTLEMAN AHHHHH

something extra by @luveline: SMUT

It's the way he so sexily explains what he's gonna do to the reader and asks if it's ok and everything, we love a respectful man UGH actually though it is so so so so good.

Eddie loves on anxious reader drabble by @bambimunson: FLUFF

As someone who struggles with an anxiety disorder this type of love and affection would make me want to hold onto that person and never let them go sooooo sweet!

Shy! reader joins hellfire by @luveline: FLUFF

THE ENDING BRUH I kid you not I cried, having a friend like Eddie would be so special. Who gave him the right to be this charming and adorable!

Aftercare w/ Eddie by @silkscream: FLUFF with mentions of smut

I'm a fool for the giggly, loving afterglow when nothing else matters but the 2 of you. This is *chefs kiss*

Right Here by @upsidedownwithsteve: Fluff but with *sMuTtY sPicE*

Shit you not I probably come back and read this at least once a week... I think I'm jealous of the reader lmao, The shotgunning is... *bites knuckle* so so so so sexy.

Eddie holds your hand while he eats you out by @manicpixiedreamcurl: SMUT

If one day someone ever loves me for real, they better hold my hand like this.

Systematic Oppression by @fierce-writer Guns n Roses Meme

They would absolutely do that, also LOVE your profile pic Myles and Slash kick ASS!

Period Sex w/ Eddie by @ddejavvu: SMUT

Some people are just lucky I guess UGH we love a bf how doesn't mind getting a little messy haha seriously though Im in love with this lmao

Size kink with Billy Hargrove by @tommydarlings: SMUT

I love the whole thing but the NSFW part *bites knuckles again* my intimidation kink is really making itself known rn lmao

Bi-Billy I'm Nervous by @smolkiwi98 : SMUT

I resonated with this one so much, my virgin ass still goes crazy re-reading this all the damn time. The reader just sounded so much like me lmao but LIKE when he's still a little mean when she tenses up HEHEHEHE I'm a SLUT for that shit.

FACESITTING W/ EDDIE by @forourmoons: SMUT

I'm what society considers plus size sooo I've always been hesitant to even indulge myself in this topic, but HOLY SHIT, this fic is so cute and encouraging, while also being nasty af. Like me LMAO JK JK

Baby, Kiss Me Quick by @upsidedownwithsteve: SMUT

Call me sweetheart again I dare you! ..... no seriously like call me sweetheart again hehehehehehe (Have you ever heard sponge bob say "I loOOVVEE ITTTT" bc that's what I sound like rn.)

Ice Cube request by @sunflowersteves: SMUT

Listen.... don't knock it till you try it, that's all I'm gonna say. LMAO seriously though this is again *chefs kiss* (PLZ DON'T TRY THIS UNLESS YOU'VE TALKED TO LIKE A DOCTOR OR SOMETHING, just keep the ice on the outside unless you know what your doing...)

Stick & Poke by @idkmanijustwannawrite SMUT

I'm just jealous of the reader honestly, I'm a whore for that shit, also is it weird that I like the feeling of being tattooed... the whole experience is like a challenge to see if you can take it or not... OMG I just learned something about myself LMAO

camera shy by @bowerquinn SMUT

excuse me while I *swallow my whole fist* it stayed up until 2am reading this one a while back.

Babysitter x Steve by @mypoisonedvine: SMUT

This was like a gateway drug for me into the universe of STEDDIE X BABYSITTER fics which is currently my all-time favorite trope. It's so good omfg.

Angst writer Meme by @thedialup

Lol the cheeky little smile on the stick figures face is accurate as hell too, they know they are channeling all that internal rage and turmoil into a masterpiece lmao.

The "Yes" Policy by @pinkrelish Mix of Fluff/SMUT/angst kind of

This series has 7 PARTS as of right now, when I tell you it's good it's fucking GOOD, the way the tension slowly builds between the reader and Eddie is so... for lack of a better term *tAntAliZinG* I LOVE IT.

Boys On Film by @corrodedcorpses SMUT

This writer... y'all this writer, she is F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C this is also a series that is so FUCKING good.

June Baby by @luveline Mix fluff/angst/ idk about smut I haven't finished the series yet.

Ok, so this series consistently made me cry in the best way. Something about Eddie just being so good to this young single mom made me emotional, so so amazing.

Soft Sex with Eddie by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

This makes me involuntarily shake.. like a constant state of anticipation the intimacy is OFF THE CHARTS. I loVe iT

Rumour by @msgexymunson SMUT

This..... I don't even know where to start.. not only has this series been giving me actual life the last few weeks but I JUST KEEP COMING BACK TO IT... listen, the dick piercing? masterstroke my friend, well done. take a bow honestly. *clap* *clap* *clap*

Love Me Deep by @tastefulstars SMUT

These men have a choke hold on me right now... why is it that the idea of being helpless between them turns me on so much lmao. Maybe it's like the unintentionally filthy, dirty talk they do, idk lol.

The Sheep by @newlips SMUT

It's the tattoo's for me *drooling*

Shy reader x Rockstar Eddie! by @lucasnclair FLUFF

The cutest... this is basically what I want from my future rockstar husband. I will come back and thank this writer when I print this story and hand it to my husband as a BLUEPRINT lmao (don't worry I'll make sure I credit you haha)

Paparazzi by @tiannasfanfic FLUFF/ SMUT/ ANGST

I apologize for the language but good FUCKING god this fic made me feel all the emotions. This writer's talent is unbelievable! I will say I love how you made Eddie's publicity wife the actual baddest bitch ever, we love a powerful woman who helps those in need.

How They Comfort You by @dazed-nymphsss FLUFF with some innuendo

Love the whole thing but when Billy says, "You wanna go for a ride?" THE FACT THAT HE LITERALLY HAS NO POSITIVE EXAMPLES IN HIS LIFE AND HE IS STILL DOING THE BEST HE CAN FOR HIS PARTNER MAKES ME FERAL

Taking Steve and Eddie At The Same Time... by @indulgentlyinclined SMUT

The way this kept me up at night for 3 days straight. I- am drooling

Steddie X babysitter by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint SMUT

I could go on for FUCKING WEEKS about this currently 2 PART series.... It is my current obsession and the topic of every conversation I have with my irl friend I read fics with... I almost stayed awake through the night when I stumbled on this one... like I was giggling so much I had to keep stopping and starting lol... literally so good.

Pretty Sounds by @eddiethefreakkmunson SMUT

Can you imagine if this was reality though... Axl Rose is on his fucking knees, Eddie would be his god.

Sitting on Eddie's Amp by @corrodedcherry SMUT

Thank you for giving yet another reason to love dirty ass rockstars... I've been perched on top of a live amp before lmao.... listen... like I said before, DONT KNOCK IT TILL YOU TRY IT

Eddie's rings while he eats you out by @niceboyeds and @munsonology SMUT

But can you imagine though UGH

Inked Eddie x reader x steve by @muertawrites SMUT

Again with the tattoo thing, I LOVE the feeling of being tattooed so I don't relate to the reader's physical pain BUT BUT BUT I can relate to wanting to be in her exact position every time I read this fic, AHHH the jealousy is TOO REAL lol

Approved by @writingdumpster SMUT

I can't wait to make my parents this angry lmao, this is soooo *spIcY*

As You Wish by @corroded-hellfire SMUT

I'm biting my knuckles again seriously like this is sooo damn hot. Thank you for giving me life with another Babysitter fic UGH

weekend storm by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

You're a wizard Harry, seriously this is *MaGic*

Enjolras eats mad revolutionary pussy by @ceriseheaven SMUT

When I tell you I showed this to everyone... *bites knuckles* the part with the corset... you're a GENIUS! also..... THE FRENCH

I'm In Control by @justmeinadaze SMUT SMUT SMUT

Every time you update I giggle with excitement. This series blows my mind in the best way ugh

Helping Hands by @daddyreid SMUT

The way this has invaded my thoughts every day since the first time I read it... round of applause for this author.

Easy Like A Sunday Afternoon by @newlips SMUT

My friend and I read this together during the intermissions of a hockey game and we both screamed at the part where he protects her head WE LOVE A THOUGHTFUL CARING MAN!

Baby, as if by @carolmunson SMUT SMUT SMUT

OK be warned if you are not into dark toxic mean Eddie then you might want to be very cautious, but FOR ME.... my panties evaporated LMAO are we okay?! hahaha

Perv Eddie Eats Your Puss while you sleep by @corrodedcherry SMUT

... imagine having like a sexy dream and then waking up and it's for real happening ummmm.... hehehehe (consensual of course)

Eddie spits on your pussy by @ceriseheaven

Take a bow queen bc this is a masterpiece, when he, "need another taste baby, you'll give it to me?" LMAO my mom goes "Why the fuck are you screaming." This is absolutely one I'll come back too, I'm sending this to the girly group chat as we speak.

[sakuraryomen01]

Cherry Picker.. /Devil! Sukuna x F!reader/

"Porno Style" 600 Follow Special [Additional Drabble]

⛤ Warnings: Devil! Sukuna, virgin! reader, popping your cherry (lmao), spanking, teasing, ass grabs, paraphilia, biting, marking as property, rough dicking down, clit pinching, thigh riding, size kink (Sukuna kinda gloats about size), stretching, cervix bruising, gentle fingering, oral (fem receiving), male masturbation, back-breaking orgasms, breeding kink, forced creampie, multiple rounds

⛤Reader: F! virgin! reader (reader is small breasted)

⛤Plot: Devil Sukuna wants to pop that little cherry between your thighs and claim it as his~

⛤Words: 3.904k

A/n: I've been thinking about this special for a while, but I never had anything ready for it so sorry this is a little later than it was hoped to be. Honestly, I loved my "sensitive to touch" Sukuna so I decided to make this the special ^^

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy the 600 Special!

You felt so stupid; why had you bought that book full of rituals to summon demons? What was wrong with you?

Well, when you had bought that book, you were thinking it could probably help you with your little virgin problem —and honestly, it did!

Managing to figure out the kanji for the summoning spell, write it out on your living room floor, and saying the ritual words weren't all that easy. And when it actually worked and sent you a demon, you didn't expect to fall head over fucking heels for it the moment you saw it.

He was drop dead gorgeous.

His hair was a cute shade of pink that was slicked back from his face to uncover a symbol —much like the ones from the book— with a black strip that ran across the bridge of his nose. Deep red eyes that made you feel small and useless, but also like an endearing snack waiting for him to feast upon.

You had even choked when you saw the tattoos that ran down his shoulders, chest, and abs. Even had some on his arms that ran from his shoulders to his wrists in black ink. He wore his rather normal looking clothes like he was a mob boss ready for a fight with a rival gang in the alleyways of Tokyo, like you saw in the news.

A thin silver chain hung from his neck that rested on a white button down that exposed his collarbone slightly, thanks to the two undone buttons on his chest. Even his pants hugged his thighs like they were going to shred into a bunch of pieces at any moment.

Right at that moment, you wondered if he could help your problem, and he could..

..but for a small price.

"I get to claim you as mine," The devil stated, like it was not a problem.

Gosh, he even sounds like a mob boss.

"Once I do your bidding for the day, I claim your soul and return to the underworld. I'll come back when I please and have my way with you; that's the deal."

"Like a boyfriend?" You asked, sitting on the living room floor with your feet underneath you.

Large black wings stretched behind him while his tail, similar in color, whipped around and curled around his ankle and he sat up and rested his weight on his knees and elbows. A wicked smirk played his plump lips as he answered your weak question.

"Yes, like a boyfriend, sweetheart."

Stealing a glance behind you, the devil smiled when his eyes landed on the book. "Summoning a devil to do your dirty work isn't easy, princess. I might even be willing to do more than just one simple favor."

"Oh, I don't want you to do anything bad!" You said, blinking a few times. "There's just a little thing I want taken care of that doesn't require someone's soul being eaten, or something."

The devil's head tilted, confusion written all over his beautiful face until he took a deep breath and smelled it. The aroused smell humans give off when they're in a lusted frenzy; but he doubted it was you that gave off this energy.

You looked so pure and hopeful, despite summoning a demon, without a care about such means.

"..What's your favor, little one?" He asked, he eyes narrowing as he did so. Standing up to look around your small apartment, he walked around like he owned the place with his hands held neatly behind his back.

"I was.. uhm," You started, heat creeping into your cheeks as you stood to sit on the couch.

How would you say it, something so vulgar and obscene? But, asking the devil to do this one thing would probably be the easiest part in this whole transition. Taking a deep breath, you put your hands on your knees and closed your eyes.

"I was wanting you to.. t-to make love.. with me."

Oh great heavens that was cheesy.

"Make love?" Turning his head, the demon quirked a brow at your words and chuckled. "You want a quick fuck? That's why I'm here?"

"D-Don't say it like that, but in simple terms, yes and no."

Nodding his head, the devil took a few steps towards you, releasing his hands from behind his rear and letting them slip into his pockets. Even the sway of his hips as he walked towards you made you heart flip, and it was embarrassing you to no end once he dipped his head down and fanned a cold breath to your ear.

"Does the little princess want her new demon daddy to make her feel good?"

The blatant words made your tummy curl in on itself; so lewd and brazen. But slowly, you nodded and the demon's smile only widened, his tail giving a little wag at this which you found rather adorable.

"Before we do this," The devil said as he stood up again, removing his hand from his pocket and holding it out for you to take it.

"I must know where your bedroom is, if you want to 'make love' as you say."

Taking his hand, you stood and realized just how much bigger he was than you. His chest even was huge, and it made you a small and flustered mess as you gently pulled him to your room in the back. Once you got inside the confined space, the devil sat himself on your bed for loud creaks to erupt from the mattress.

"Oh that's very interesting," He chuckled, laying back and spreading himself from the knee up on the bed. "Such a loud bed, I love it."

Blushing, you couldn't help but think his figure was otherworldly. Even with his shirt on, you could tell he was fit —hell, even his thighs could squeeze your face— almost like a God.

"Now, before we begin," He suddenly said, interrupting your thoughts. "I need to know if this has been done before, sexually."

"What do you mean?"

The devil sat up again, gently pulling you closer by your small hand and rested his hands on your hips. Tracing your delicate curves like you could shatter at any moment as he looked up at you.

"If you've had sex before, of course."

And even if you didn't answer him, he knew you haven't by the blush creeping onto your cheeks. He knew it even from the beginning that you were a virgin, though he denied your request to take your virginity since you seemed so innocent.

Guess he was wrong for once.

"Here, undo your pants and remove them," He ordered, though his voice was rather calm and made it sound like a suggestion.

You did as you were told and removed them, climbing into the bed next to the demon. "C-Can I know your name?"

An astonished look flashed over the man's face before it was wiped away with another smirk.

"I'm Sukuna Ryomen, princess."

Pressing your small figure into the mattress, the demon known as Sukuna, now hovered over you as he undid his shirt. More and more of his fit form was exposed before you could see his shoulders and torso that were covered in tattoos. You didn't even know a demon could look so handsome beyond the shirt, since they looked so nasty in horror movies, but you weren't about to complain.

"You don't have to be so scared, princess." Sukuna smiled, warm and gentle as he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his belt.

"You can touch me too, I'm in a good mood so I won't make you pay too much for my services."

Your heart skipped beats, your small fingers tracing over the male's belt before Sukuna began undoing it. With widened eyes, you watched as Sukuna's boxers came into view as his pants were tossed to your bedroom floor.

Sukuna lifted your small body up and sat you in his lap, your clothed pussy grinding into his thigh in moments as you held onto his shoulders. He chuckled at this, tracing the dip in your hips with his thumbs before a hand reached around and grabbed a handful of your ass. He let out a guttural groan before leaning into your neck and leaving kisses on your skin, each one as soft as the last until he gripped your hips and pressed you down.

The sudden shiver sent up your spine made your back arch into Sukuna's chest slightly as your thighs pressed around his.

"Oh? Did you like that?" He asked, making a small bite mark on your collarbone before kissing up again. "Go on, keep riding my thigh."

It's not like Sukuna could stop you as you did, it felt so good that you didn't know if you wanted to. Riding his thigh was hitting your clit perfectly and you couldn't help but let a few moans slip up.

"Fucking hell," Sukuna groaned again, grabbing your ass and squeezing. "Gotta get this shirt off of you, I want to suck on your tits."

"You're so lewd, Sukuna." You said as Sukuna's hands lifted your shirt and exposed your breasts.

And this is where you felt embarrassed to have small breasts. You hadn't ever really cared up until now, but having Sukuna's eyes on them made you feel self conscious. He traced his large hand over them easily, cupping the small bubble in his hand and bent down to kiss your nipple.

"Mm.." He let out a soft moan, licking his lips and letting them envelop your nub in his mouth.

"A-Agnn!!" You squealed, hands finding Sukuna's nape quickly as you shut your eyes and whimpered. "Wh-What're you-?"

"Sucking on them. What? Haven't played with these cute, little tits before either?"

Your flushed face and eyes teary answered his question quick.

"Here, stop grinding for a moment," Sukuna said, rolling the both of you over onto your back.

The new position left you breathless, seeing Sukuna's tinted cheeks and eyes that were coated in lust made your heart spin. But soon, your back was arching as Sukuna trailed kisses down your chest and towards your warm sex. It was embarrassing to feel how wet you had gotten from just a few kisses and grinding, but you couldn't help it.

Sukuna though, didn't seem to complain, but rather praised you.

"Such a dirty little girl you are, huh?" He teased, pulling your panties off and kissing your abdomen.

Making his way down your thighs and the outer parts of your nethers, Sukuna rubbed small circles into your thighs. Finally, with one final look up at you, Sukuna plunged into your pussy. Kissing and sucking on your leaking clit and letting your thighs press against his face as you squealed and moaned at his lips and tongue.

It was almost like you were in heaven, feeling things you've only seen in porno's that you'd watch on long nights. Even looking down at Sukuna to see his eyes trained on yours, it was like you were living every virgin's fantasy.

Having a hot man like him eating you like his final meal, making your pussy quiver with want and delving deeper, running a finger against your slit. Making a warmth fill your tummy and twitch like you never have in your life.

It was so new and it felt so good, you wanted more.

"M-More... please, I-I want more~" Your voice cooed, sending blood straight to the devil's cock and making him groan into your pussy.

"You want more?" He asked, playing dumb to tease you a little. Sukuna wanted nothing more than to hear you plead and beg for a release, to cum, to feel his cock inside you; anything.

Your quick nodding, followed by a rather loud moan, made Sukuna smile and stick his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth. Drooling on them and even sucking on them to lube them up as best as he could, only for you to see him do this and then feel them press against your hole.

"Want daddy to finger you?" He asked, pressing them farther until they pushed past your little barrier without warning.

His fingers dove into your soft walls, pumping roughly and forcing moan after moan until your clit twitched and you arched your back. Whimpering more pleas until you squirted all over Sukuna's face, a cry leaving you as your vision got fuzzy and your orgasm washed over you in a rush.

"That's it, feel good for me," Sukuna cooed, sucking on your clit and drinking all your cum like it was his favorite drink at a bar. "Gods, you taste so fucking good; you're so tight too, can't want to stuff you full of me."

This made you blush, tear up and whimper all in one go.

Imagining the power of Sukuna's thrusts and the girth in your mind made you all sorts of aroused, and Sukuna could tell. Hell, the look written on your face made him sure of it. You wanted a good dicking down by him, have his dick so far inside you didn't even know if you were numb or feeling it all.

"Spread your legs a little more," Sukuna's voice was gentle yet firm, spreading your legs and making himself situated before reaching down and hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his underwear.

He gave a gentle tug before his length sprung out and slapped his abdomen. Even his cock was pretty to look at, and you knew damn well that Sukuna knew how to use it.

"By the look on your face, you seem to enjoy it," Sukuna suddenly said, as if he had read your mind. "It's nice and long for you to feel it all and stretch you out real good."

As he spoke, he pulled his boxers down and began pumping himself with his hand. The wet sounds that were created as he did this only fueled the fire in your tummy and core, watching Sukuna's hand squeeze and fap to nothing but your scent and pussy alone. It was so pornographic to watch, you almost felt like an only-fan and blushed when a mewl escaped you.

"What? Don't like getting teased?" Sukuna asked, pressing his thumb against the small slit that was leaking pre. "I'll tease myself a little too, then, okay?"

You pressed your thighs against each other, covering your mouth with your hands like you were a little girl again. Eyes were glued to Sukuna's pumping fist, watching his abs tighten and dick twitch with every pump as he strokes grew faster and longer. When Sukuna pressed his forehead against your's though, you finally got a look at his face.

He looked winded, flustered, and all around a sexy mess. Sukuna's brows were knitted together and sweat was collecting in the roots of his hairline, even his tattoos looked like they shined.

"S-Sukuna.. I-" You could say anything, it was so good to watch, but you wanted to be Sukuna's hand so badly.

You wanted to be the one to squeeze and feel Sukuna's cock and to make him cum, not his hand. You didn't even know if he was going to stay after one round, but you wanted to make it worth the time spent.

"Wh-What?" He asked, eyes glued to your thighs and the little space between them. Watching your slick pool with lust, getting off to the arousal that was pouring into the bedsheets.

He wanted to see it full of cock— his cock —forever, being pumped full of his babies and making little half-demon spawn.

"Want me to pump you full? Make you my cute little human cock sleeve?" He asked, voice hoarse as his gaze turned to yours. "Is that it? Do you want daddy to fuck you and make your bed break?"

Oh my God- "M-Mhm.."

Without hesitation, Sukuna lifted you up and rolled over onto his back. Looking from below you now as you pressed your small hands to his chest and let out a little yelp. Sukuna chuckled and squeezed your soft hips, angling you to where your clit was rubbing against his cock's head and groaned.

"Fuck, I want to be inside you," The devil's eyes gleamed at those words, like he was praying for your pussy to wrap around him rather than just saying dirty things. "Bet that sweet pussy feels amazing; probably a little mini heaven just for me."

Reaching down, Sukuna grabbed himself by the base while making eye contact with you. Maintaining it when he pressed his mushroomed tip against your slick folds, pushing past the small barrier until you let out a small sob.

"Does it hurt?" Sukuna asked, stopping your body from slamming down onto him.

"M-Mhm.. it stings.." You whimpered, looking down past your breasts and to your connecting middles.

Sukuna pulled you down by your neck, pressing those amazingly soft lips to your own and humming. So warm and comforting that kiss was. It sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy clench on Sukuna's cock, a grunt leaving him when you did this and a feral grin created small dimples in his cheeks.

"You like getting kisses from me, huh?" He asked, nibbling on his lower lip and a groan leaving him. "Shit— gonna make daddy cum if you keep squeezing me like that, babygirl."

"I'm s-sorry, Sukuna.." You mewled, your lower half enveloping more and more of Sukuna's girth inch by painstaking inch. "Y-You're just so good at kissing, and your.. y-your part is- it's so big!"

Taking your chin in his hand, he pressed his thumb against your cheek while the rest of his fingers pressed against it's opposite, a loving smile leaving the demon before he let out an amused chuckle.

"Such an innocent little human you are~" He teased, releasing your face and joining his other hand at your thighs. Squeezing and kneading the soft, sensitive plumps of flesh.

"You're so drunk on me that your lust could overflow into my fucking soul. So desperate for a good fuck that you're practically sobbing for it. And what's worse? Not even saying thank you for giving you this cock when I could've left long ago. So rude of you!"

Without warning, Sukuna plunged you down on his cock. A sharp sensation shooting from your core to your brain, a yelp followed by a moan left you at the sudden drop. The full feeling in your gut making you sob as Sukuna said, looking down and seeing a little bump in your tummy.

"Would you look at that," Sukuna chuckled, seeing the bulge in your gut and smirking devilishly. "Take a guess what that is, sweetheart."

You shook your head, your lips tightly sealed while your eyes were shut tight. Mewls desperate to escape you as Sukuna pressed down on the bump and stroked it with his warm palm.

"That's my cock —my demonic corruption— inside that cute, little tummy of yours. It looks so good, I might want to make it bigger with my babies pumped inside of you."

Lifting up your body, Sukuna watched as his cock pummeled into your little hole with every thrust inside. Your small nether lips stretched to accommodate his large girth with a tight grip, slicking up the thick meat like it was drooling over the pain.

"S-Sukuna!" You gasp, brows knitting together in an upward angle as you bounced in Sukuna's lap. "I-I didn't know it felt so.. s-so good!"

"Goddamn, babygirl.." Sukuna growled, his firm hold on your hips sure to cause a bruise. Thrusting up into your sloppy cunt like it was his given right and groaned.

His cock-head kissed your womb with every slap of skin, your arousal pooling underneath you and onto Sukuna's pelvis as you rode the devil. Waton moans spilled from your throat after some coaxing and soon you were howling for more. More of Sukuna's cock, more of this warmth filling your gut, to cum.

You just wanted more of it.

"I'm gonna cum, S-Sukuna..!" You sobbed, your pussy clenching around the demon. Back arching until you looked down and saw something leaking from your connected nethers.

But before you could inspect further, Sukuna reached down and pressed a finger against your abused clit. Pinching the squirting bud and circling and pressing it like it was a T.V remote button. Squealing, your face heated up at the sudden sensation and grinded your hips down into Sukuna's palm.

"Go ahead —fuck, agh— cum on daddy's cock," Sukuna ordered, thrusting up into your warm mound again and forcing a whimper to leave you.

He enjoyed this. Watching your small human tits bounce, see your thighs clenching around his as you rode his cock like a slut. It was so fucking hot and lewd, he thought that he was blushing.

"C'mon, good girl," He teased. "Make a demon blush."

With that, you arch your back and let out a cry. Repeating Sukuna's name like it was a prayer to God himself as you rode out your high, coming down from it as Sukuna rolled you over and pressed you into the damp bed sheets and pillows. Feral kisses were shared as Sukuna began rolling his hips against yours, the sloppy sounds of Sukuna's cum mixing and swirling around in your pussy embarrassing you to no end.

"Such a tight little cunt," Sukuna groaned against your lips, eyes remaining closed as he hung his head over your shoulder to mutter more quiet dirty talk into your hot ear.

"Bet no one's going to make you feel like this, yeah? Even the devil himself would cry for a pussy like this, but it's mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine."

Crying into his shoulder, you mumbled and sobbed in agreement until you came again. Squeezing Sukuna like you wanted to be bred, and you didn't even know if that was you or the pleasure talking, but you begged for it.

Begged for Sukuna to claim you, mark you, make you his.

And Sukuna couldn't be a happier demon.

Watching your little pussy clench around him as juices leaked from around him. Pumping your red pussy full until you squirted again and again, Sukuna bellowing out a laugh.

"So fucking happy you summoned me," He blurted out, back arching as the knot in his gut tightened. "So glad I got the best pussy in the nine rings of fucking Hell!"

With a final load, Sukuna let out a roar as a broad smile took over his face and he laughed manically. Never have you seen a man laugh as he came, but you didn't care. You were too fucked out of your mind to care, seeing nothing but a hazy red glow look down at you.

Soon, Sukuna's soft lips enveloped yours and he rested his weight on you. Tapping your calves until you wrapped your legs around his waist and he panted. Kissing the marks on your neck and collarbone, resting his balled fists on either side of your head and letting you hold him.

He wasn't used to this sudden affection swelling in his chest, but he didn't care. He got to claim a virgin in his time in Hell, at least he thought.

Wait, I'm not in love. Is something he often asked himself as he visited...

And he was always wrong when he assumed no.

a/n: Hope you enjoyed you filthy readers! Sukuna being in love is just something that's going to be too often on here and Ik for damn sure that I have some readers that want some dark and taboo shit. If there's anything like that you want, just ask through my requests so that it's easier ^^

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taglist: (none :D)

Song~ Ayzha Nyree - "No Guidance" Remix // slowed + reverb

[merakiui]

This edit had me lusting over Trey omg omg 🤭 and then my mind immediately went to ur cuckolding Riddle drabble lmao. Now all I can think about is Reader using the magic dildo and just riding Trey’s dck. Just like a wise woman once said

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TREY............. I am done admiring this man from afar. I need him inside me. orz he strikes me as the type of guy who knows he has a big dick, but he will downplay it when you actually see it, acting like it's not that big and how he's just average-sized. But then he's easing it inside you and he's so much bigger than "just average-sized." orz orz

You are doing Trey such a nice favor by using the dildo. It has to be tough work to manage Riddle amongst other Vice Housewarden obligations. Trey is definitely stressed most of the time, so when your warm, wet hole is clenching around his dick and, though he ought to wonder what's going on, he resigns himself to the moment. It's so rare to find enough time for himself when he isn't busy with academics or dorm work to truly relax and find release. You are an angel. <3 when he learns who was responsible for giving him the best ride of his life, he will bake you so many sweet treats as thanks (and also in hopes that this little arrangement the both of you have settled into can continue hehe).

[narcolini]

tempting fate

oc: ava gomez x oc: sebastian (pre-in his shadow universe) 1772 words

mentions of canon typical violence

for day 23 of whumpril: bloodstains | smoke | sharing clothes

a/n: no because i feel so deranged LMAO ive chased this rabbit so far down the pissing hole, that its barely even fic anymore, but no one can stop me!!! theyre in the mayans universe still!! it counts!!

tagging: @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc​ 

The first time she saw violence, real club violence, it was thanks to a hunting knife. Six inches long and imbedded in Gilly’s shoulder. She doesn’t remember who had even put it there, just that it had been an unexpected attack, because Ava was never around on days when Sebastian thought shit would go down. But she was there on that day, chatting with a newly promoted Sebastian—secretary at last—and a scrawnier version of the Angel she knows now. Too young and dumb to have become intimidating yet. They were mocking him about that, actually, the size of his arms compared to Seb’s, when the door swung open, and Coco and Gilly barrelled in.

Coco had a bruised eye by the time he got to the club, already purple and swelling from the punch he’d taken, and Gilly was managing better than Ava thought anyone could with a knife in their shoulder. He was upright, conscious, in enough pain to be pumped full of adrenaline and pissed about it. Blood down his shirt, over his stomach. He was swearing like he’d stood in dog shit, not dealing with a knife wound.

‘The fuck happened to you two?’ Angel asked, slouching with his beer still.

He didn’t seem anywhere near as alarmed as Ava was, nor did Sebastian, really, until she pointed a horrified look in his direction—and then he got it. Then he reacted as most people would.

‘Shit.’ He stood, put his drink down. Went to Gilly like he’d been intending to in the first place. ‘Here, you alright, bro? Sit down.’

If she wasn’t there, Ava can’t be sure that he would’ve helped at all. He might’ve left Gilly to pull the knife out for himself, to thread the stitches in too. All four men appeared to have the same approach: it was annoying, sure, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Not the worst they’ve dealt with.

But it was new to her. They both knew that. It followed them afterwards, in the back seat of Sebastian’s car, lurked over their shoulders all the way from the club to her parents’ house.

She was never meant to see something like that. Was never meant to hold a man still while her boyfriend pulled the knife free, only a few inches from his heart. Was never supposed to get another person’s blood on the clothes she’d bought herself for Christmas. Sebastian had tried to avoid that, the best he could, for as long as he could. It made the failure personal, his fault and his alone. She could see him lacing it into his expression.

You fucked up, you didn’t protect her.

When he put the car in park, behind her dad’s, he said nothing. Just sat, and sighed, not looking at her. Not apologising, because he knew she wouldn’t have it here, just as she wouldn’t when he’d said it at the clubhouse. Not inviting her to leave either, because he didn’t want that anymore than she did. It was quiet for long enough that the interior light clicked off again, over their heads, putting them into darkness.  

Ava considered him, a shadow against the window. Sharp nose, sharp jaw, sharp regret in the stare he was pointing through the windshield. He’d beat himself up about this for a while. He never shook the guilt of it at all, really, because after that it only got worse. Guilt on top of guilt, on top of guilt. He only managed it better later on because he’d learned to ignore it.

‘You look like you need a cigarette,’ she said, opening the glove compartment to get one for him. He kept a box in there, because he’d quit, of course, and that was the only place his Mom wouldn’t look.

‘I'm good.’

But she already had one pinched between her lips, was already flicking a lighter beneath the end of it. Once it was burning, she passed it to him, and he took it without complaint. Even thanked her for it, putting it to his mouth like he’d never wanted anything more in his life. She watched him inhale, exhale, roll the window down to pour the smoke through the crack of it.

‘We gotta stop hanging at the club like that, Ava.’ The cigarette smoked by his head as he scratched a finger across his brow. ‘That shit can’t happen again,’ he said.

‘But it will.’ That was obvious.

He snuffed a breath through his nose. Took another drag. ‘Yeah, well, not while you’re there.’

They’d already tried that. It wasn’t supposed to happen that night, while she was there, but it did. They couldn’t avoid the unpredictable. They never would.

‘I’m fine,’ she said, meaning it. ‘Like, yeah, it was really fucking surprising, and insane, sort of, but I’m fine.’

It wasn’t her that had been stabbed. Or anything close to the sort. She was as safe then as she had been that morning. For the most part, she’d been stood looking over Gilly’s face, talking to him about the last movie she’d seen, just to distract him.

‘Your clothes were covered in blood, nena.’ He threw a hand toward her, over the centre console. ‘You’re sitting there in my fucking gym gear.’

She looked down, toying with the hem over her lap. It was all he’d had in his trunk, a tee with the gym’s logo printed across its chest, and a pair of his shorts, tight on her where they weren’t on him. She couldn’t have gone home in what she was wearing before that. Bloodstains down the middle of her shirt, a swipe of red on her thigh from where she’d wiped her hands clean.

He hissed in another pull of cigarette smoke, head shaking. ‘Should never be like that.’

But it was, it is, she felt like screaming it into the footwell. ‘You’re acting like it’s your fault, Seb.’

‘You’re acting like it isn’t.’

‘Yeah,’ she scoffed, ‘cause you stabbed Gilly, didn’t you?’

‘Don’t.’ He turned to blow another cloud through the window. ‘You know as well as I do what this means.’

But she didn’t. It didn’t mean anything beyond people were fucked up, and people did fucked up things. ‘Honestly, I’ve no idea,’ she confessed, ‘I don’t know what you mean, baby.’ She brought a bent knee onto the seat so she could turn toward him, waiting for an answer. ‘That people hate dudes in motorcycle clubs?’

He rubbed his hand over his jaw, his mouth, down the stubble under his chin. Fingernails scratching, up and down over his throat. Fidgety in a way he never was. He wanted to say something, she could tell that, but she hadn’t learned how to draw it out of him yet. How to make him say what he was thinking with just a look. That was a skill that came with time, sharpened the longer she was with him.

‘What is it?’ she asked, reaching to curl his hair behind the ear she was facing.

‘You really gonna make me say it?’ He laughed, humourless, flicking a sideways look at her. It was nerves over anything else, pumped up until they played as arrogance. ‘You gonna make me dump myself?’

Her brows crumpled, lips tiling downwards as soon as he said it. ‘Dump you?’

The cigarette was down to his knuckles now, spent and unfulfilling. It hadn’t stripped any of the stress from him, not that she could tell, had just given him something else to look annoyed with. He flicked it out the crack before shrugging, and shaking an answer into his mouth.

‘What? You really gonna tell me you don’t want that? After seeing all that?’

‘Yeah, what, I can’t believe you’d even…?’ She was looking at him like he was a stranger, someone else in the clothes, the height. ‘Is that what you’ve been thinking this whole time? That I was going to tell you I don’t want to be with you anymore?’

His jaw tightened. He nodded.

‘Seb.’ She said it like a sigh, looked at him like he’d broken her heart. ‘Why would I?’

He didn’t hesitate; he already had the reasons, laid out and scrutinised. ‘Cause you’re way to good for this shit, Ava. You’re too nice.’

She could read between the lines easy enough. She was too nice, too good, and he was the opposite.

‘For most people,’ he said, ‘this would be he limit, y’know?’

‘Well, I’m not most people, then.’

‘You sure?’

She stared at him. He expected her to change her mind, just from the arch of his brow. ‘It’s starting to sound like you’re the one dumping me,’ she said, only half joking.

That got his attention, full and commanding at last. He looked to her quickly, frowning, and reached across the car to hold her cheek, her neck. ‘Shit. That’s not.’ He was scared, then, just for a moment. Internally reeling back through everything he’d said. ‘I didn’t mean—’

She smiled. ‘I know, Seb.’

‘Sorry.’ He looked guiltier than he had before, sinking into himself with the implications he never meant to give. ‘Got in my own fucking head again.’

‘I know,’ she repeated, still speaking through a smile. It was easy now she knew what he’d been thinking about. What was lurking in the dark around them—how ridiculous it was, how unlikely. ‘Look, if this is what you come with, then I guess I’ll have to deal with it, won’t I?’ she said, tugging his hand down until it was sitting on her knee, entwined with her own. ‘I’m way beyond jumping ship, chulo.’

He laughed in a way that sounded more like a release of held breath. All relief, tobacco, and her boyfriend back as he should be. ‘Where did I find you?’ he asked, leaning across to kiss her. ‘Luckiest catch of my life.’

She hummed into his lips, like she had a real answer to give him.

‘But you gotta work with me,’ he said, pulling back again. ‘I don’t—can’t—have you around that shit again. Seeing you with that blood…’ His head shook. ‘We gotta make sure that doesn’t happen anymore.’

‘Okay, we’ll try,’ she told him, holding a smirk behind the words. ‘I promise to never willingly see a bleeding Mayan ever again.’

It was easy to say and impossible to keep. But that’s how it was destined to be, wasn’t it? That’s the deal she bought into. Too late to jump ship then, in the dark outside  of her parents house, and too late now, too. Standing on the edge still.

[etherrreal]

“chrysanthemums”

Pairing: kuroo x gn!reader Genre: fluff Prompt: “i just want to see you happy.” WC: 903 Warnings: none! just some calm fluff despite the angst high i’ve been on lately, lmao A/N: “our drabbles can just be around 500 words,” i told Luna once, only to remember whilst writing this that i’m a liar. loving these prompt requests though, and a major shoutout to the anon who requested this one, hope you enjoy <3! -Dawn

You’re nearing the end of your latest math lesson, pleased to discover that most of your students are still listening, when the bouquet arrives.

It’s absolutely gorgeous and nearly half the size of the coworker who’s kind enough to bring it to you, an arrangement of vibrant roses and red chrysanthemums. Your students erupt into a wave of excited chatter as soon as they spot it, some ooh-ing, some aah-ing, and some ew-ing at your expense, like their middle school teacher receiving flowers is simultaneously the most exciting and nauseating thing to happen all week.

It causes enough of a commotion to reassure you that whatever hope you have of powering through the last leg of your math lesson is gone, but you can’t find it in yourself to be upset about it. Not when you know exactly who sent you the flowers, and definitely not when the sight of them makes you feel as giddy as you do now.

Your coworker looks almost apologetic for all the chaos she’s caused within your classroom, but you wave her off and thank her, taking the flowers from her and depositing them safely onto your desk.

Your students are still giggling as you do so, but luckily for you, it’s their lunchtime. You shoo them out despite their protests, but you do confirm that yes, the bouquet is a gift from your boyfriend, and no, you will not be reading the card attached out loud to them, no matter how much they beg. There are some disappointed pouts as a result, but they’re placated enough by the promise of food awaiting them that you’re able to get them out the door without any further incident.

Finally left to your own devices, you pull out your phone and snap a picture of the flowers where they rest on your desk, typing out a text to Kuroo to show your appreciation.

[[you]]:: i hope u know u almost caused a mutiny in my classroom with these but they’re beautiful so i’ll allow it ❤️ tysm baby!!

[[tetsu 🐓❤️]]:: just doing my part to keep you and today’s youth on your toes 😌

[[you]]:: can’t believe u actually sent me flowers at work...damn do u have a crush on me or something 👀

[[tetsu 🐓❤️]]:: unfortunately yes 😔 super embarrassing, i know

You roll your eyes as you read his last message, but there’s a dorky smiley on your face and a warmth settling into your chest that you can’t ignore. You’re just about to type out a witty response when he surprises you with a FaceTime.

You answer it on the first ring, not even bothering to say hello before you tell him, “You wrote a haiku using chemistry puns on the card you sent me, and I’m the embarrassing one?”

“What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.” Kuroo is already grinning at you, and though you make a show of calling him a moron, it’s comforting to know he’s as happy to see you as you are to see him, even if it’s just through a phone screen. “Do you like them?”

“I love them,” you correct, glancing at the flowers to your right. You run your fingertips over the soft petals, a smile curving its way onto your lips. “They’re beautiful. What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion. I just want to see you happy.”

“Well, it worked. As you can see, I’ve been sitting here with the most obnoxious grin imaginable on my face for the past five minutes, and it’s entirely your fault.”

Kuroo laughs, and you smile to yourself because of how much you love the sound, how much you love him. Three years into your relationship, and you still feel like you’re in the honeymoon phase. He’s always finding new little ways to surprise you, little gestures that confirm just how much he adores you, and every time it just makes you fall a little more in love with him.

And even though you know things won’t always be perfect, it’s moments like these that remind you why it’s all worth it.

“I should be done with work early today,” he says suddenly, making you perk up with interest. “Want me to pick you up for dinner? We can go to that barbecue place you’ve been wanting to try.”

“Barbecue?” You let out a dreamy sigh, already looking forward to it. A bouquet of flowers and a romantic dinner with your best-friend-turned-boyfriend is exactly what you need after a long week of teaching. “Mm, I love you.”

He lets out an amused little hum, and you watch as he raises an eyebrow at you, eyeing you playfully. “Are you talking to me, or the potential barbecue?”

You blink, pretending to consider it. “Uh, both?”

He laughs again. “Yeah, yeah. I love you, too, traitor. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon, baby.”

You blow him a kiss, and you’re just about to end the call when you hear a chorus of little voices sounding not too far from you.

“Ewwwww!”

You look up, and sure enough, a handful of your students have returned. They’re standing in the doorway of the classroom, a few of them grinning wickedly at you while the others gag dramatically.

Kuroo cracks up right along with you, and for a while after that, the two of you can’t look at any kind of flowers without laughing.

Written by: Dawn

[right-brain-of-froggy2]

Christmas in July: Bonus Day 26

Here's the first extra, little peek into Lucy’s cookie recipe book! An accompaniment to Chapter 7: Wonderful Christmastime with the cookie baking day.

Literally it's just recipes with a little story drabble before and after to try and tie it in lmao All the recipes here are actual ones that my family will make on our own "cookie baking day" that we distribute out. Quite a few are American Midwest staples that I've grown up with and hopefully you all enjoy as much as I do, others are commonplace. My mentality has always been to excitedly share recipes and never keep them a "family secret" as that's not quite as fun :)

I was a little short on time today and didn't convert any measurements. I'm planning to edit them in sooner than later for metric!

“John! You done yet?”

Alan peeks over his ginger brother’s shoulder to the raw dough sitting on the counter. It had just been pulled out of the fridge and is waiting being scooped onto trays. A warm smell drifts from the oven. Something familiar in a far-off way.

“Just about,” John mumbles as he flips through Lucy’s cookbook. It’s been through a lot. Over one hundred years of recipes and paper barely holding together under Virgil’s saving lamination. He runs his thumb down the worn page before finding what he needs.

He grabs the teaspoon and the jam. John starts filling the dough balls, pressed down enough to hold the sweet raspberry jam. Alan’s more interested in the cookbook, though.

“This is Mom’s, right?”

“Yup.”

“Ooh! Can we make these?” Alan points to a recipe that has ingredients not on the island. John smiles.

“Ask Scott to make a run for you. We’ll do it later this week if we’ve got the downtime.”

Alan nods. He’s happy with that answer. John pulls the still warm chocolate cookies out of the oven and pops the new ones in. Alan sneaks one, burns his fingers without a care, and settles in to flip through the rest of Lucy’s recipes.

     Snickerdoodles:

 Ingredients:

1C shortening (part butter)

1 1/2C white sugar

2 eggs

2 3/4 C flour

2tsp cream of tartar

1tsp baking soda

1/4tsp salt

2T white sugar (separate from 1 1/2C)

2tsp cinnamon

 Instructions:

Preheat oven to 400F. Sift together flour, cream of tartar, soda, and salt. Set aside. Cream shortening and sugar. Once a smooth consistency, add in eggs. Fold in flour mixture. Form into balls the size of walnuts. Roll in cinnamon-sugar mixture until covered on all sides. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes on an ungreased cookie sheet.

 Pecan Tassies:

 Ingredients:

Tart:

1/2C butter, softened

3 ounces cream cheese, softened

1C flour

Filling:

1 egg

3/4C brown sugar

1T butter, melted

1tsp vanilla

1/2C pecans, coarsely chopped

 Instructions:

Cream together butter and cream cheese. Stir in flour. Cover and chill dough for 1 hour.

Preheat oven to 325F. Beat together egg, brown sugar, melted butter, and vanilla for the filling. Stir in pecans. Shape the dough into 1” balls and press into the bottom and up the sides of a mini muffin tin. Fill each with 1 heaping teaspoon of filling. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes. Cool for 5 minutes in pan before moving to a wire rack.

 Rolo Cookies:

 Ingredients:

2 1/2C flour

3/4C cocoa powder

1tsp baking soda

1C white sugar

1C brown sugar

1C butter, softened

2tsp vanilla

2 eggs

~48 Rolo candies

2T white sugar

4 ounces vanilla almond bark

 Instructions:

Preheat oven to 375F. Mix flour, cocoa powder, and soda together in bowl and set aside. Cream butter and sugars together until light and smooth. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Stir dry ingredients into wet mixture and mix well.

Lightly flour hands. Shape around 1T of dough into a ball around 1 Rolo (or other chocolate covered caramel candy). Repeat until dough runs out. Roll balls in the 2T of white sugar and put onto baking sheet. Bake for 7 to 10 minutes, until cookie is set and slightly cracked on top. Cool on baking sheet for 2 minutes before transferring to wire rack. Let cool completely before melting almond bark and drizzling over the top.

 Oreo Balls:

 Ingredients:

1 package Oreos

1 package (8 ounces) cream cheese, softened

1 package vanilla almond bark

 Instructions:

Crush Oreos until fine. A food processor works best, but a blender or placing the cookies into a bag and crushing with a rolling pin works as well. Combine with the cream cheese in a large bowl. Beat together with electric mixer until a smooth consistency with no cream cheese lumps. Roll into balls and freeze for at least two hours.

Melt the almond bark until smooth with no chunks. Dip frozen Oreo balls into almond bark and place on wax paper. For an even coat that does not have pieces of Oreo in the coating, dip a second time into fresh almond bark. Refrigerate.  

 Cheater’s Fudge:

 Ingredients:

3C semi-sweet chocolate chips

1 can (14 ounces) sweetened condensed milk

Dash of salt

1 1/2 tsp vanilla

 Instructions:

Line an 8” or 9” square pan with aluminum foil. Butter the foil and set aside.

In a large saucepan, melt chocolate chips with sweetened condensed milk and salt. Remove from heat once fully melted and smooth. Stir in vanilla and spread into prepared pan.

Chill for 2 hours or until firm. Turn fudge out onto cutting board and cut into even bite-sized squares. Store covered in refrigerator.

   Thumbprint Cookies:

 Ingredients:

Dough:

2C + 2T flour

1/4tsp salt

1C unsalted butter, cold and diced into 1T chunks

2/3C white sugar

1/2tsp vanilla

1/2C seedless raspberry jam (or jam of choice, apricot is also amazing with this recipe)

Glaze:

1C powdered sugar

1tsp vanilla

2-4tsp water

 Instructions:

Whisk together flour and salt in small bowl and set aside. Cream butter and sugar. Add in vanilla. Mix in flour mixture until it forms a smooth dough (it will be very crumbly and dry when you first start mixing). Shape dough into 1” balls and place on ungreased baking sheet. Make a small indent with thumb in the center of each ball. Fill with 1/2tsp jam. Chill in refrigerator for 20 minutes.

Preheat oven to 350F. Place chilled cookies directly into oven and bake 14 to 18 minutes. Cool for 2 minutes on sheet before transferring to wire rack.

Whisk together powdered sugar, vanilla, and water to make the glaze. You may vary the amount of water added to get your desired consistency. Once cookies are cooled, drizzle over top.

 Crinkle Snowcaps:

 Ingredients:

1 1/2C four

1 1/2tsp baking powder

1/4tsp salt

2C semi-sweet chocolate chips

1C white sugar

2T margarine, softened

1 1/2tsp vanilla

2 egg whites

1/4C water

1/2C white sugar (for rolling)

1/2C powdered sugar (for rolling)

 Instructions:

In a small bowl, combine flour, baking powder, and salt. Set aside. In a small saucepan, melt 1C of chocolate chips over low heat. Stir until smooth and remove from heat. In a large bowl, beat sugar, margarine, and vanilla. Beat in the melted chocolate, followed by the egg whites. Gradually mix in the dry ingredients. Alternate with small amounts of the water. Stir in remaining chocolate chips. Cover and chill around 2 hours.

Preheat oven to 350F. Shape dough into balls the size of walnuts. Coat in a light layer of white sugar before rolling and coating generously in powdered sugar. Bake on greased cookie sheets for 10 to 15 minutes until sides are set but centers are slightly soft. Cool for 2 minutes on the sheet before moving to wire racks.

 Spritz Cookies:

 Ingredients:

1 1/2 C butter (do NOT substitute)

1 egg

4C sifted cake flour

1tsp baking powder

1C white sugar

2tsp vanilla

 Instructions:

Preheat oven to 400F. Cream together butter and sugar. Beat egg in a separate bowl before adding to sugar-butter mixture along with the vanilla. Beat well. Sift together cake flour and baking powder before adding to creamed mixture. Stir until very smooth. Using a cookie press, form cookies. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes.

       Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies:

 Ingredients:

1C shortening, butter flavored

1C white sugar

1C brown sugar

2 eggs

1tsp vanilla

2C flour

1tsp baking soda

1tsp baking powder

Dash of salt

2C quick oats

1C chocolate chips

 Instructions:

Preheat oven to 350F. Sift together flour, baking powder, soda, and salt. Set aside. Cream shortening and sugar. Once a smooth consistency, add in eggs. Add in flour mixture until one consistency. Stir in oatmeal by hand, and then followed by chocolate chips. Place on cookie sheet and flatten with glass dipped in sugar. Bake for 12 to 15 minutes. Cookies will be crunchy and are not soft.

“International Rescue, we have a situation.”

“Go ahead, EOS.”

John wipes his hands of dough as EOS pulls up a schematic of Neptune and its moons. “It appears that a solar system probe is going haywire. A crew of two are requesting assistance.”

“Alan?”

“F.A.B.”

Alan bookmarks Lucy’s cookbook. He’s halfway through the cookie recipes, but missions come first. He’ll finish them another day.

[ckret2]

This is a ko-fi commission for "a short fic/drabble about how/why Sir Pentious lackeys changed from his former factory workers to the Egg Bois". (For anyone who hasn't read the relevant fics before: I headcanon that Sir Pentious was a very successful conqueror in life and an equally successful overlord in death—until the Radio Demon blew up his army of airships.)

My basic headcanon is I don't think Sir Pentious's lackeys changed into the Egg Bois—I think they were replaced by the Egg Bois.

(I didn't even name this character lmao sorry.)

###

Sir Pentious slapped the final hundred dollar bill into his now former employee's hand. "Here," he said wearily, face drawn and mouth tight with irritation. "That's the last of it. We're square now."

The ex-minion counted up the bills. "You're short fifty-seven bucks, boss."

"I don't have change. Fuck you. I'm rounding down."

He stuffed the money in his pocket, but pointed at Sir Pentious and said, "I'm chargin' interest. Eleven percent. When you hire me back you'll owe me the rest."

Sir Pentious offered a tired smile. It was the first time the ex-minion had seen him smile all day. "Fine, but when I hire you back I'm giving you an eleven percent pay cut."

The ex-minion laughed loudly; and then let the laughter peter out; and then stood there, not quite ready to leave, even though his business was done and he didn't owe Sir Pentious any more of his time.

But hell, he'd worked for the man for over a hundred years now—excepting a couple decades in the middle after Sir Pentious died and before the ex-minion followed suit—and for the most part, they'd been good years. Up until recently.

So instead of running off to make the most of his final overdue paycheck, he shifted on his feet and asked, "You uh... you gonna be alright on your own, boss?"

Sir Pentious impatiently waved off his concern. "Of courssse I will! I'm downsizing, not quitting! Human labor is expensive, I've got an automated labor force now that's cheaper than you lot and just as good."

The ex-minion cast a dubious look at the eggs scuttling around behind Sir Pentious, moving supplies into the latest re-re-rebuilt airship. As he watched, two of them stumbled and collided with a wet crack.

Sir Pentious grimaced at the sound. "Fine, they're stupid," he conceded. "But they don't need to be smart! I'm the brains of the operation! They only need to be smart enough to spin the dials I tell them to spin and push the buttons I tell them to push. With their assistance I can pilot an entire airship alone!"

"Yeah, but you can't pilot more than one," the ex-minion pointed out. "They're too fuckin' dumb to fly it without you micromanaging."

Sir Pentious's face scrunched. "Yes! Well. Presssently, I don't hhhave more than one airship to pilot, do I?"

The ex-minion let it drop.

But Sir Pentious went on, his voice strained and his arms crossed stiffly. "It's more efficient. At the size of my current operation, I don't need intelligent labor. Once we've had a few successes, increased our finances, I can hire back my furloughed employees—"

"Oh we're furloughed, are we? Thought we all quit."

"The hell you did! You're furloughed!"

That got the ex-minion to smile.

Sir Pentious had already spent the last decade insisting that if they just got one or two jobs right they'd be back on top, even as his resources dwindled and his labor steadily abandoned ship for jobs that could actually pay. Against the kind of crazy wizards that were running around in Hell, Sir Pentious's airships were only indomitable en masse; once his fleet had gone down, he'd been reduced to rebuilding them one at a time—and a single lone ship was nothing but target practice. The ex-minion doubted Sir Pentious would ever "have a few successes" again.

But, hell, they'd built up an army in Hell once, hadn't they? And he wanted to imagine Sir Pentious could claw back on top. Maybe the boss was right. Maybe that was all it'd take—one good job to get restarted.

But in the meantime, the ex-minion needed to eat.

"Well." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "You got my contact info. You know where to find me, bossman."

Sir Pentious hesitated, then nodded stiffly. "You've always been dependable. I'll call you up—soon. Soon."

But it wasn't soon.

[hermits-hovel]

4 of course

LMAO of course! thank you for the ask anon!

4. What’s their alcohol tolerance like? (if they drink)

— Ancel's alcohol tolerance is actually fairly low despite his size. If he takes it slow, he can get comfortably buzzed without losing all inhibition (which he typically tends to do if he's drinking with company.) But once in awhile he'll pound it back a little too fast, in which case, he's going to become noticeably more loose-lipped and emotionally vulnerable.

I have a drabble that goes into how this exact thing played into his relationship with a certain young lancer, but I translated it into a comic and... now I gotta do that instead.... >v>;;

[question list here!]

[hxbbit]

Tease (Rafael Casal x Reader)

Words: ~1.9k

Warnings: Smut (thigh riding, breeding kink), mentions of alcohol?, cursing

Summary: You come home from a girls night out, drunk and horny. 

Listen, I was fed up with the lack of Rafa stories out there, so obviously I had to take it into my own hands to provide the content that I wanna read lmao 

It was supposed to be a little drabble but kinda got away from me, but I hope you guys enjoy it, too.

This is also my first RPF and I’m kinda nervous....

You fumbled with the keys, trying to unlock the front door. It had been a while since you went out with your girls and you had a lot to drink, maybe a little too much.

But it had been a great night and you were happy, tomorrow you might be feeling the effects of the alcohol, but right now, you didn’t care yet.

You tried to be quiet to not wake Rafael and Mia, but your drunken clumsy movements were too loud. Once you finally had the door unlocked, Mia was already waiting for you on the other side with a wagging tail.

“Hey, girl,” you whispered as she rubbed herself against your legs and you gave her some pets while trying to take off your high heels.

There was still some light on in the living room, sometimes Rafa left it on for you so you wouldn’t come home to a pitch black house, but this time, it turned out that he was still awake.

He was sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, his laptop on his lap, typing.

Once he noticed you standing there, he looked up, a soft and tired smile on his lips.

It was past 3am and if creativity struck him, he sometimes would pull all-nighters, so this was not an unusual sight. But it was always a pleasant sight, he looked good.

“You look like you had fun,” he said with a grin, closing his laptop, taking his feet off the table and sitting up straight on the couch again, probably getting ready to go to bed with you.

You knew that you looked somewhat disheveled from all the dancing, hair messier than when you left and make up a little smudged. You returned his smile.

“I did,” you said and the alcohol could be heard even in those two short syllables which made Rafa chuckle. You moved to plop down on the couch next to him and to give him a kiss.

“And I missed you,” you murmured against his lips, before connecting them again and then trailing your lips from the corner of his mouth, over his jaw and down his neck. One of your hands placed on his chest, the other one in the nape of his neck.

“Oh, you’re in a mood,” he commented with humor in his voice, but also not sounding completely unaffected by your actions.

Alcohol often times had the side effect of making you really horny and tonight was no different. You moved to straddle one of Rafa’s thighs, your short dress riding high, not even really covering your ass anymore. Attaching your lips to his one more time, you kissed him hungrily and he eagerly returned your kisses.

“I need you,” you whispered, the ache for him between your legs increasing by the second. Your hips started moving softly, barely, at first.

“Babe, you’re drunk,” he said, but there was a breathlessness to his voice.

The hand that you had placed on his chest slowly moved down his body to his already hard cock and once your hand grabbed it through his sweat pants, he abruptly bucked his hips a little.

“Y/N, baby,…” he said softly, before taking your hand in his and moving it away from his cock, he grabbed your other hand, too, and placed them on his shoulders, neutral ground.

You gave him a pout, but then you felt him flex the thigh you were straddling, accidentally or on purpose you didn’t know, but your hips started moving more now, grinding down on him, trying to sooth that ache and get some relief.

His hands grabbed your hips and you thought that he was sure going to make you stay still, but instead he used them to guide your movements, digging his fingers into your soft skin. You held on to his shoulders, to steady yourself as you rode his thigh.

Rafael watched you intently, his brow furrowed, taking you in.

You felt your orgasm approach as you kept on riding him, your head falling back, moans escaping from your lips.

“Fuck, look at you, getting yourself off on my thigh like that,” Rafa then said, his voice deep and rough.

“So fucking perfect,” he continued and that only spurred you on even more and Rafael seemed to notice when your fingers dug into his shoulder.

“Come on, come for me,” he then said and that was all you needed.

Your orgasm came crashing through you in waves.

“Oh, fuck, Rafa,” you moaned out.

Rafael kept on moving your hips to guide you through it, helping you ride it out, before you finally slumped against him.

Your head on his shoulder, you turned it so you could press another kiss to his neck, breath still heavy but calming down again slowly. His hands moved along your back, rubbing it gently and holding you close to him.

You wanted to say something along the lines of it being his turn now, but as you waited for your breathing to normalize, you also felt the alcohol catch up with you again and that mix made you drift off to sleep all too suddenly.

When you woke up again, you only opened your eyes enough to see that it was bright outside and you were no longer on the couch, but in your bed. You still remembered last night clearly, although you felt a little embarrassed now, at your attempt to seduce Rafa and then falling asleep on him immediately after you reached your orgasm. You also realized that you were wearing a large t-shirt and some panties, which means that Rafael got you ready for bed. Chances are he also took your make up off. Your heart warmed at the thought of it.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you then heard his voice from the other side of the bed and you only let out a soft groan.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and you could hear the grin in his voice. Apart from the slight headache you actually felt pretty okay, maybe a little tired.

You turned around to look at him and of course he looked perfect as always, even with his beautiful tired eyes and his hair a mess.

“A little hungover,” you admitted while moving to cuddle into him, your head on his chest.

“Sorry about last night,” you then said sheepishly, looking up at him and he let out a laugh.

“It’s all good, baby, it was actually hot as fuck,” he said. “But I did have to take a cold shower once I brought you to bed, you tease.”

At that you had to laugh, too and a thought popped into your head. You might have been drunk last night, but you were definitely sober now.

You pushed away the covers, Rafael was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs and then you slowly slid down his body, placing kisses on his chest, softly nipping on his skin as you moved further down. He knew what you were doing, obviously, and he closed his eyes, enjoying having your mouth on his body and having your hands move gently all over him.

You could see that he was growing hard and you moved your mouth over his still clothed cock.

“I think you’ve teased enough,” you then heard him say and you looked up at him with a wicked grin, his eyes were dark, pupils blown.

For a second you played with the idea of teasing him some more, but you quickly dismissed it, so instead you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down and off him.

Taking his cock into your hand, you didn’t waste any more time, you licked a broad strip along the length of it before circling your tongue around the head and then taking it into your mouth. He was fully hard now and you started bobbing your head up and down his length slowly, languidly, twisting your hand in the same motion. Then, after a while, taking him as deep as you could while he let out a moan, his hand fisting into your hair, trying not to buck his hips up to make you take him even deeper, but you knew that he wanted to.

So you tried to open your throat and swallow around him and took him that little bit deeper. The grip in your hair tightened, before he pulled you off him.

“Fuck, baby, gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he said, somewhat out of breath.

“Want you to cum,” you replied, still stroking him with your hand.

“Yeah? Want me to cum in your mouth or in your pretty little pussy?” You both knew that this was more of a rhetorical question, because he knew of your breeding kink and how much you loved it when he came inside of you. And you knew that he enjoyed it very much, too.

“Want you to come inside my pussy,” you replied and he only smirked at you.

“Come on up then,” he said and you moved to quickly get rid of your panties and the shirt and then straddled his hips.

You were so wet, you loved going down on Rafael, so when you were now hovering over his dick, you were already practically dripping.

You then lined his cock up with your opening and slowly sank down on him until he was fully sheathed inside you. The feeling of having him inside you always felt like a revelation and especially now, after having wanted it since last night and finally getting it.

You let out a long and satisfied sigh, taking a second to get used to his size and let the slight sting of the stretch subside before you then started moving and fucking yourself on his cock. His hands went to your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples and then moved them around to your back to pull you close to his chest, kissing you deeply.

Rafa was in control now, fucking into you from below, picking up the pace quickly, making you moan into his mouth. He kept up that pace for a while and then snuck one hand between you both, fingers finding your clit and circling them just how he knew you liked it.

That had you approach your orgasm rapidly, tightening around him.

“You close?” He muttered against your lips, breaths mingling.

“Yeah,” you breathed out softly, brows furrowed, concentrated on your pleasure.

“Me too, gonna come deep inside of you, gonna fill you up, baby,” he said.

“Yes, yes please, fill me up,” you whined, almost frantically.

It only took you a couple more second, before you stuttered out a ‘I’m- I’m coming’ and started rhythmically clenching around him, heat flooding your body. And that’s also when he let out a groan and a strangled ‘fuck’ as you felt him thrust into you hard and deep a couple more times, spilling himself inside of you and that feeling almost made you come again.

Rafa stopped moving then and you went limp on top of him, your heavy breaths matching and in tandem. He gently smoothed his hands over your back and then brushing some strands of hair from your face.

“You satisfied now?” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you.

“Oh, definitely,” you replied. “You?”

“Eh,” he only let out before you both started laughing.

[yyxgin]

Purple hyacinth - Yoongi please 💗

please forgive me /// purple hyacinth (myg)

🌷 min yoongi x fem! reader ; ex-boyfriend au

🌻 words: 0.9 k ; warnings: umm none i think?? a lot of tears lmao ; genre: angst with a happy ending

BAR'S FLOWER SHOP DRABBLE GAME 

A/N: sorry for the angst anyways the stairs thing has been on my mind since like 2015 and i finally incorporated it into a fic?? soo yeah :') hope u like it, thanks for requesting

He stands up from his place on the stairs next to your apartment, sighing in defeat. His heart breaks at the sight of your front door, only reminding him of the door you closed in your heart and he no longer can come in.

He's been sitting at the same spot on your stairs for exactly two weeks now. He's been banging on your door to open them and give him a chance to explain for the first few days, but since then, he stopped upon not getting an answer from you. He doesn't even know why he still comes. He comes right from work, late at night, and just sits on the stairs leading to the next floor for a few hours, cursing and hating himself in his head before leaving again.

As he is about to open the elevator to get down from the elevnth floor, he hears the front door open. He cautiously looks around to find your door open, not your neighbour's, as he expected, and feels his heart jump.

You share a long, awkward eye contact as his hand freezes on the elevator door. You are standing there just in a big, over-sized t-shirt you always wore to sleep and your adorable pink fluffy slippers, your hair is a mess and your skin looks broken out. He learned long ago that it always broke out when you were stressed.

Yoongi opens his mouth to say something, but closes it right after with only a fog of air coming out. He prepared a speech in his head just in case you finally open the door and let him say sorry, but it's all gone now when he sees you.

You do the same, opening your mouth, but not letting any words escape your lips. You look down on your feet and Yoongi bets you regret opening the door right at this moment.

A silent sob breaks the silence, making you snap your head up and look at your ex-boyfriend standing next to the elevator. His hand hangs low from the handle on the door and his face scrunches up in pain, making you open the door wider and wordlessly invite him to your apartment.

He tries hard to silence his sobs, but the tears he's been hiding from the world just don't seem to stop falling down his cheeks, making him endlessly wipe them away and breathe harder to calm himself. He doesn't even believe you finally let him in, the air in your apartment smelling from the vanilla scented candles you always light up in your room making him feel at home and he hates himself for it, because he knows he can't call this place his home anymore.

"Please forgive me." he manages to get out in a desperate whisper as you come closer to him and take his hands away from his face, holding them in yours for a minute and then leading him into your living room.

You would have taken him to your bedroom any other day. But it's been two weeks since you last spoken to each other and it's 3am in the morning, and even though you are tired of the sleepless nights because you can physically feel his presence behind your front door, you can't let him into your personal space this easy yet.

You seat him onto your lavender sofa and take a seat close next to him, his body facing yours, as you wait for him to say anything.

"I-" he starts, but stops again to take a deep breath through his nose to finally calm down, "I am so sorry."

You bite down on your lip. You've heard him say it numerous of times already, but only now it makes you wonder that perhaps, he might actually mean the words he's saying. You've never seen him cry this hard before and it's breaking your heart, making you almost forgive him right there and then, because he has his heart on his sleeve and to be honest, you just miss him too much.

"You could have told me, you know. And not just dissapear." you tell him with a croaky voice, making him look at you with hazy eyes as you gently brush his bangs away from your face. "I would have understood."

He sniffles and nods, not once tearing his eyes away from yours as you continue brushing your fingers through his hair. The action makes him calm down a bit, easing into your touch he's been craving these past weeks. "I panicked." he mumbles.

You lick your lips and take a shaky breath in, mastering an answer that would finally ease all the pain you both have been feeling since the big argument that caused you to kick him out of your apartment in the middle of the night and telling him to never speak to you again.

"It's okay. We're okay." you nod and move your hands to cup his face. You stare into his eyes for a good minute before giving him a soft peck on his lips.

"Let's go to bed. It's late." you mumble and stand up, taking him by his hands and leading him to your bedroom.

Your bed had been too cold without him to hug you while you fell asleep. And that night, as you felt his hands cautiously sneak around your waist and his teary cheeks brush against your neck as he gave your shoulder a sweet, butterfly kiss before whispering a weak "I love you" to the dark bedroom, you knew that you're always going to be okay.

Because you love each other just way too much.

[messrmoonyy]

hey y’all, anon bestie back at it again😍

but rlly, like imagine.. tess getting a lil submissive but still being the one in control and getting on her knees in front of you to do sum unholy things LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL

Submission

Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

A/N- hi bestie!!! I thank you for your service , you’re my favourite 🫡 I was just gonna write a little Drabble for this but as always. I got carried away! It’s actually surprisingly soft 🤧 I think sub Tess is RARE like I think that side of her only makes an appearance once in a blue moon when she’s just unbelievably drained and needs to not be the one in control and scary all the fine. And needs a lil comforting herself. And here is one of those times.

Warnings: 18+ || Tess. She’s a warning on her own lmao. Smut: oral ( reader and Tess receiving ), slight sub/Dom roles.

Word count: 4.2k of pure self indulgent filth.

Masterlist - Tess one shot requests are open!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

Tess was silent as you wound your way through the back alleys of the QZ, sticking close to the shadows and the walls. You knew your way around all the secret pass throughs like the back of your hand by now, which in that case was good. You were in a hurry.

You were supposed to have received a drop off from Bill and Frank on Monday. It was now Friday. Both previous attempts to collect your goods had gone south, FEDRA almost catching you both times.

And now you’d failed attempt number 3.

There had been a spike in people trying to escape the walls, take their luck surviving outside of zone in some hopes of a better future. So FEDRA had increased their presence by the walls. If it hadn’t had been for the other two making a break for it and distracting the officers from where you and Tess were positioned, you’d be in the back of an armoured truck having them see what size noose you wore.

Tess was pissed. Obviously. And stressed beyond belief. You both had people waiting on pills. On bullets. Food. On stupid shit like socks and books. And it was all sat outside the wall somewhere waiting to be collected. You just couldn’t reach it.

Tess ducked into one of the buildings that hid a tunnel heading right back near your apartment, still not speaking a word. Not even when she braced herself to boost you up onto the ledge leading out. No muttered annoyance at whoever had gone through there last not leaving the ladder in plain sight.

Not even a thank you when you held out your hand and pulled her up too. Just a nod of her head and a light hand to your back, ridding you of your backpack and tucking it away for next time.

It wasn’t until back in the relative safety of your shared apartment did she finally break her silence.

You watched her intently as she pulled off her jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch before slumping down, elbows on her knees.

“ fuckin FEDRA assholes “ it didn’t really hold the level of anger you’d expected. Her voice wasn’t bitter, no venom laced her words. In fact she just sounded… tired. Like the entire weight of the world was currently sat upon her shoulders.

“ we can try again tomorrow “ she shook her head and sighed again sitting back, looking up at the ceiling.

“ if our shits even still there. There was food in that package too. Fuckin fox or dog or some shit has probably had a field day with it “ she pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes closed now. you wandered over to her and carefully placed your self in her lap, cupping her face gently in your hands.

“ then we get the other stuff. People will soon realise that FEDRA have upped security by the wall, they’ll stop tryna run for a while, officers will be deployed else where. Then we get our shit “ her eyes danced across your face for a moment, sadness swimming across her pupils “ what’s going on with you today? “ you brushed her hair away from her face, running your fingers lightly through the greys peppering her temple before tucking it behind her ears

“ I don’t know “ she’d never really been one to talk about her feelings. She was honestly pretty fucking shit at expressing them in any way that truly made sense most of the time. In fact in the 10 plus years you had been together you didn’t think you could even actually recall a time she’d said ‘I love you’.

Of course she told you in other ways. In the ‘ be fucking careful ‘ , the ‘ touch her and I blow your fucking brains out’. In the tender kisses that were reserved solely for you, in those moments where you hid away from the world and pretended you were safe. The hand to your shoulder. The strong arms around you as you slept. She was better at showing than speaking.

“ you can talk to me “

“ yeah. I know “ she held your gaze for a moment, some wordless discussion happening between you. It was like she didn’t quite know what to say. She didn’t know how to ask for help, didn’t know how to truly make herself vulnerable to you. Even after so much time. And it was funny actually. Because she could do it to you so easily. Could have you tearing your heart out and serving it up to her on a silver platter with very little effort. But she was so unbelievably opposite.

So reserved and closed off. So strong and demanding and powerful.

She looked on the verge of speaking. Or kissing you. Or both. Eyes darting between your own and your lips. But she did neither. Simply sighed again, her face taking on that look that said she very much did not want to talk about it now. And she patted your leg lightly, urging you to stand.

You watched her walk over to the kitchenette, suddenly unbelievably interested in cleaning dishes. Keeping busy. Keeping her hands occupied.

You knew Tess well enough to know that what would usually have calmed and eased most, wouldn’t work with her. You couldn’t use all the techniques she used on you. The way she would pet your hair and let you cry into her chest after a particularly traumatic nightmare, the way her hands that were covered in so much blood could be so gentle and tender with you, her usual demanding bark that she used with people on the black market that crossed her, that turned soft for you.

It wouldn’t work on her. She’d never let you do it either. You’d tried before and she’d shut herself off from you.

She wasn’t one for pity and sympathy. So no, you couldn’t use all of her tricks for her. On her. But you could use one.

The most common, the one that was her go to. The one that had you floating and mind crumbling to mush inside your skull, had your blood morphing into a river of molasses in your veins. Slowing you down. Forcing you to relax.

She’d never let you go to that extreme on her, that was a fact. But with how truly drained she looked in that moment? You were convinced you could push her a little. Force her to relax and try and give her the treatment that so often saved you from losing your own damned mind.

A break.

A solitary moment where she didn’t have to be strong. Or powerful or whatever the fuck else she forced herself to be everyday.

“ Tess “ she looked over at you as you stood by the counter, the usual fiery look in her eye not burning as brightly as it usually did. She was running on empty “ c’mere “ she hesitated for a moment before drying her hands on a towel and walking over. Your heart was racing a little, not used to the possible switch in dynamic you were about to propose. You cupped her cheek gently, thumb brushing along her cheekbone for a moment. To your mild surprise, She was the one to lean in, capturing your lips with hers in a kiss far gentler than normal.

She usually had a force behind her, a solid and sure hold on your face. Or your waist. Where ever she’d chosen to anchor herself to you. Usually gave the direction, the press of her thumb to make you tilt your head a certain way or the one to brush her tongue over yours and silently command you to submit. But in that moment she didn’t. It was still there… sort of. The hand that had planted itself on your waist lightly fiddling with the hem of your shirt, cold fingers slipping under so desperate for the skin to skin contact she always craved. Fingers pressing into your flesh, but lighter.

And it gave you the motivation you needed. The motivation to attempt to peel her apart until she was as open as she could be to you.

“ I want you on your knees “ you said against her lips, your voice low. Not entirely commanding in the way that she usually was, but far more than you’d ever let yourself be before. For a brief moment you regretted it, wishing you’d just left her be. But, to your complete surprise, she did it.

Her hands trailed down your body as she went, along your arms and over the dip of your waist, pausing briefly on your hips before falling loosely into her lap as she sat on her heels.

You hoped you didn’t look as lost as you felt. Even when traversing the sticky handlings of drop offs you weren’t as stern as Tess could be. The people that feared you only really doing so because they knew you had Tess right at your side, and Joel on the other. But you could still hold your ground. And she had done this for you so many times before, pushed you to submit and let your mind leave you for a while. It was about time you repaid her. So you tried.

“ take them off, my jeans “ you were still on edge waiting for her to laugh at you for even attempting to switch roles. Maybe yank you down onto the kitchen floor with her and fuck you into the floor tiles until you couldn’t walk anymore. Show you how it was really done But she didn’t. In fact she almost looked relieved. Eyes almost glassy with some kind of relaxed fogginess, the weight of her week slowly lifting from her shoulders. A realisation that in that tiny little apartment she wasn’t expected to be cruel, to be loud and in charge. That she could be vulnerable. No one expected anything of her there, least of all you.

She still had her usual Tess tendencies. Dragging everything out. Slow as she unbuttoned the tight denim that was hugging your body. Dragging them down your legs in a way akin to some kind of odd assisted strip tease.

“ can I- “ she cut herself off with a huff. Seemingly some mixture of annoyed and embarrassed at being put in the position you always held. The one asking permission. You reached out for her again, hands cupping her face and making her look up. Her eyes had closed, some debate clearly happening behind her eyelids.

“ Tess “ she kept her eyes closed, her face still not as relaxed as you wanted it “ Tess, love. Open your eyes “ you coaxed, rubbing soft circles into her cheeks with your thumbs until they opened “ relax. I’m trying to help you. To you know, Relieve some stress “

“ yeah. I know “ she sighed, her hands gently running up and down your legs. Hands that were rough from fighting her way through the hell of the last 20

Years, that sent your skin raising in goosebumps. Like a trail of braille that only she could decipher, the reactions and workings of your body made solely for her to understand “ I’m not very good at asking permission “

“ then don’t. Just act “ and she did, leaning forward, brushing her nose against your cloth covered mound. Slow and wet open mouthed kisses through the fabric of your underwear and you feared she was simply slipping back into her usual ways. Teasing mercilessly and dragging things out for hours. But that wasn’t how you wanted to play. This was only the start “ take them off “ her fingers hooked into the waist band and dragged them down your legs without further prompting.

She lifted your left leg, pulling your foot from the loop. And then the right. But instead of putting the right carefully back down again, she hooked it over her shoulder. She kept her eyes on you as she pressed kisses along your inner thigh and you snaked a hand down into her hair.

“ stop teasing “ it came out a little breathier than you’d wanted, not as stern as you’d been hoping for. You really weren’t cut out for the dominant role. But you sure as hell were going to keep trying.

“ then tell me what you want “ even then with her voice more gentle that it usually was, she still had that control. She would never lose it you were certain. But either way, it was distracting her from her stress and that was all that mattered.

“ you know what I fucking want “ you said and slipped your hand further into her hair, curling your fingers into it and tugging her back a little to look at you more “ so fucking do it “

“ yes ma’am “ she said with a small laugh, even mocking a salute with her fingers before burying her face in you. Your fingers tugged at her locks wrapped around your fingers, in a way that was no doubt painful, as you gasped. But she didn’t react, too preoccupied with you, her lips sucking harshly at your clit.

“ and none- none of your teasing shit “ you could feel her smile against you and you didn’t even care that you were well and truly shit at telling her what to do, because at least she’d cracked a fucking smile. If she was making fun of you not, you didn’t care.

“ nice and quick. I can do that “ the truth to the matter was, you did want it over fast. Knowing that getting her to let you touch her was a rare occurrence. And she definitely wouldn’t let you if you hadn’t already came first at least once.

And you needed to touch her. Wanted to. Desperately. Needed to show her the same attention she showed you, to have her floating and forgetting why she was even stressed out in the first place.

Not that Tess needed to know that just yet.

You let her work her magic, head thrown back in pleasure as she alternated between wrapping her lips around your clit and thrusting her tongue into you. It was barely a couple minutes before she already had you on the edge, eyes locked firmly on your face as you clenched around her tongue. Some attempt to keep her there and not let her leave

“ fuck. Fuck just like that “ her fingers pressed harder into the flesh of your thigh, so hard you knew you’d have bruises blossoming across your skin in the morning. A colourful reminder of exactly who you belonged to “ just like that oh shit “ you looked down at her, truly admiring the image of her there on her knees. Committing it to memory, certain you wouldn’t see it again anytime soon. Noting the almost submissive look that was clouding her eyes as she kept up her pace, relentless in her efforts to have you coming on her tongue.

It was something you’d never known you needed, to see her like that. To see the woman that had people moving out of her way as she walked past, too scared of upsetting her or getting in her way, right there on her knees. For you. Only for you. She was ravishing.

“ fuck- I’m gonna- Tess “ you whined, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in some attempt to stave off the noises slipping from your throat. You kept her intense eye contact as your orgasm slammed into you, blooming from the pit of your belly and making your entire body shake. You gasped out her name as she worked you through it, only stopping when you tugged at her hair to detach her from you “ too much “ you mumbled, leaning your head back and attempting to catch your breath.

She peppered light kisses across your thigh before gently easing your leg back onto the floor. You simply wanted to melt into a puddle and bathe in the bliss she’d gifted you for the rest of the day. But you had more important things to do rather than sit and soak in your post orgasm glow. You looked down at her again, quite certain you could actually come again just from the sight of her.

She truly was a sight to behold on her knees. Paired with the mess you’d made of her hair and the evidence of what she’d just done to you coating her lips and chin in a glossy sheen, it was almost too much to bare. You needed her desperately. Needed to ravish her until she forgot her own name, some deep primal instinct to be the one to make her feel as good as she did you.

“ c’mere. Up here. Come here “ you said almost in a rush. She pressed a kiss to your thigh again before rising to her feet, kissing you without you having to ask. You could taste yourself on her lips, something that only made that fire burn stronger in your chest, setting your entire body ablaze with a desperate want to simply give. To please “ come with me “ you said in between hurried kisses, tugging at her hands in the direction of your bed.

“ what are you- “

“ shh. Just do as I say “ you kept kissing her as you went, not able to bring yourself to stop even for a second.

Sometimes when you sold your pills they would ask you if you sampled your own goods. Which you did. Occasionally. But never enough to let it become an addiction like them. Cause Why on earth would you need pills to feed an addiction when you had her? What high could possibly even come close to the one that was kissing her? Tasting her, touching her, completely and utterly consuming her. Nothing could beat it. No drug no drop of alcohol.

“ lie down “ you gave her shoulders a push to urge her on, crawling on top of her as you did. Her hands were all over you, roaming under your shirt and trailing along your spine. You detached your lips from hers and began pressing a trail of kisses across her jaw, along her cheekbones, on every scar and line her face held. You could feel her melting beneath you, her tense muscles gradually turning to Jelly. It was working.

“ Tess “ you said softly, close to her ear, finger tracing along the waistband of her jeans “ will you let me help you relax? please let me “ you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips again “ I want to help you “ she pushed your hair back behind your ear, trailing her fingers across your jaw to rest on your chin. Her thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it snap back into place “ Tess “ her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, letting out a slightly shaky breath as you said her name.

“ say it again “ it was so quiet you weren’t entirely sure you’d heard her correctly.

“ Tess “ her body visibly relaxed beneath you, her shoulders go slack as she melted down further into the mattress.

“ I love the way you say it “

“ Tess “ you whispered it softly, as if it were the most beautiful word to ever leave your mouth, brushing your lips over hers. Her eyes were still closed, lips parted as her chest rose and fell in a deep and steady pace. You kept repeating it, over and over like a mantra as you stripped her of her shirt, kissing every inch of new skin you revealed. Like some holy prayer that deserved nothing but the upmost care in reciting “ do you want me to help you? “ you caught her nod out of the corner of your eye but it wasn’t enough “ say it for me”

“ yes “ it was a whisper but you knew she didn’t have the strength to be more confident with it. So you didn’t push. Simply continued your path down her body, helping her out of her jeans and planting yourself between her legs.

You could actually count the number of times you’d gone down on her in the last 10 years on your fingers. She liked to give and was quite often reluctant when it came to receiving. So when she did let you, you weren’t going to squander it. She was watching you closely now, eyes heavy and half lidded as you moved forward. Letting her completely overwhelm your senses, letting her consume you.

Your fingers carefully parted her and you heard her breathe hitch, stuttering as your tongue licked a long stripe along the seam of her. You glanced up, checking on her. A moan left your own lips just at the sight of her, which was funny and maybe a little pathetic. But fuck it. Her lidded eyes and disheveled hair, the way her chest heaved and lips were slightly parted.

You waited. Waited for what felt like an eternity and a half before she gave you a small nod. The go ahead to continue. And you didn’t need telling twice. You buried your face in her cunt, eating her out like a woman starved.

She’d never really be one for making much noise, you were always the one that needed her hand clamped firmly over your mouth to stop you from waking the neighbours. And the entire QZ. But the small breathy moans she did allow herself were like music to your ears.

You wrapped your arms around her thighs, tugging her closer and unable to stop the smile the pulled at your lips as her back arched up from the mattress. You felt like the cat that had gotten the cream- metaphorically and figuratively you supposed- a mix of being smug and proud swirling in your mind.

Her taste was addictive. And maybe now you did understand how people can let themselves become so dependent on something, because who in their right mind would ever want to give up this? And with the opportunity for a hit of her so rare, you dare not let a single drop of her go anywhere but your tongue.

Her hands were twisted into the sheets, knuckles blanching with the force of it, short quick breaths escaping from between her lips.

You slowly added your fingers, working her open and coaxing something akin to more of a moan than quickened breath and you force yourself not to smile again.

“ is it good? “ you asked, curling your fingers in an attempt to locate the same spot she always abused in you.

“ shut the fuck up and keeping going “ bingo.

That had done it. She was just as desperate as you.

It simply made you more desperate, now that you were drawing more and more heavenly sounds from her mouth. You ate her like your life depended on it. It was messy. Indecent. Practically pornographic but you were too far gone, not a single care for anything other than making her come.

And god you needed to feel her come, needed to feel her clench around your fingers and trap your head between her thighs. Needed to hear the sounds she’d make and commit them to memory.

When her breaths quickened and her hips lifted from the bed you knew she was close and you reluctantly detached your lips from where you’d been suckling at her clit.

“ wanna come for me? “

“ I won’t fucking beg you for it “ she said, breathless, propping herself on her elbows to look down at you “ do you know how fucking smug you look right now? “ you could take a good fucking guess.

“ smug? Me? Never “ you curled your fingers again and watched her face soften, her eyes flutter

“ fuck you “

“ you already did “ she flashed you her practical trademark irritated face and you shrugged “ I’m not asking you to beg anyway. Just say please “ she scoffed and you shrugged again, reluctantly removing your fingers.

“ the fuck are you doing? “

“ say please “ she held your gaze for a few agonising moments, and you raised your eyebrow in a silent challenge “ say it. One word “ you started peppering kisses along her inner thighs, across her now puffy and sticky lips making sure to avoid where she actually wanted you “ I know you’re close. Know you want to come. Just say please “ it was mildly cruel. But also a little funny. After years of her making you beg she was finally getting a taste of her own medicine. She dropped her head back into the pillow and groaned.

“ please “

“ wasn’t so hard was it? “ you were back on her in an instant, luring her back to the edge with your lips, tongue, fingers.

The sound she made as she came was otherworldly, choking out a sob of your name and arching her back off of the mattress. Her thighs clamped around your head, forcing you to stay in place and drag out her orgasm for as long as humanly possible. Not that you had intended to do anything different anyway.

You lapped at her entrance determined not to waste a single drop of what she gave you, even if she was starting to affect your ability to breathe. But you figured it’d be a good way to go. At least you’d die happy.

When her body went slack you carefully crawled back up to her, pushing her hair away from her damp forehead and leaning down to kiss her.

“ better now? “ you asked quietly, already knowing the answer. She’d never looked more relaxed than she did in that moment. She hummed an answer pulling you down to lay with her, tucking you into her side. You pressed a kiss below her jaw and you felt her smile softly.

“ don’t get used to that “

“ wasnt planning on it “

[lemonietrinket]

Dreams Come True ||| Johnny x MakeupArtist!Reader

summary: johnny is kind to all the members of staff, and so you believe that he thinks no differently of you genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst but you have to squint, some more heated elements its john warning(s): slightly more inferred heated elements than i usually make, but otherwise none word count: 2189  song(s): ambience an: sorry anon for the wait! this really wasnt supposed to be long, i literally wrote it in my drabble format, and throughout it genuinely felt like it was only 1k words but... yeah. im not changing the format tho no sir. i havent the patience lmao

fem!reader

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the beat of the bass bounced from wall to wall, thumping over the air at the stage and all the way through to the small room you and easily twenty others were mulling around in. a long time ago, the inability to see around the throngs of people—no matter if you knew them or not—would have unnerved you. but now, despite the way you had to curl over the counter of a vanity to make space for the other stylists, you felt at home. because even with your back to the wall, the vibrations running their unnatural fingers along your spine, the gentle smile of an even gentler giant was mere inches from your own, and it left you no option but to be enthralled by nothing but him.

he was grinning despite your repetitive comments asking him not to, as you extended the brush towards his cheeks—probably because you’d said them through small giggles of your own. it wasn’t your fault that his jokes were funny. he had the comedic timing of a god, teasing the others in such a way that it was impossible not to smile... right? he was too gorgeous to block out, but there was no way in hell you would admit that. 

“what?” he enquired teasingly, eyebrows raising beneath the fluttering fingers of the hair stylist stood behind him.

you rolled your eyes, applying more colour to your brush just so you had an excuse to avoid his gaze. you knew full well he stared at people intentionally to make them nervous. you had no idea why he did it to you though. it made you take longer with his make-up and you were already falling behind—you didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know, the fact that you were working at the same time as another stylist was enough. you prayed the smooth breeze from the window was enough to cool the blush off your face as you attempted to focus upon your work, smoothing the rouge across his skin. but it was inevitable that he would capture your attention once again, and he did so with spending barely any effort. his chin tilted upwards for you to get a better view of your canvas, leaving you able to make sure everything was blended properly, but also very nearly unable to breathe.

johnny, the only man you were practically assigned to now after you’d proven your skills during a comeback late last year, was known for caring for the staff. holding doors, giving them space, sitting down so they can reach easier because it was his responsibility that he was a damn tree. since you were practically his personal make-up artist, it was thus no surprise that you were the focus of his caring nature. however, even you were beginning to question how far his gestures went. like now—now was one of those times.

“y/n,” he began, and you immediately caught onto that tone of mischief he always had when he was about to try and catch you off guard.

you sighed, biting your lip to try and remain serious in the face of what you knew would inevitably follow. “yes, john?”

he took that as his cue. “do you mind making my lips a little more red?”

glancing away from his eyes before you could get trapped in them, you stared intently at your handiwork instead. regarding his lips, you felt your eyes narrow. they were plenty bright enough, exactly how you’d done last time. ‘you sneak,’ you thought, ‘does he just find joy out of other people’s embarrassment?’ though you had to question yourself if you were really embarrassed, as a part of you was perfectly happy to bask in the opportunity of touching his plush lips. they were so full and soft that you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander whenever you looked at them. 

when you peered up, searching for the clock on the wall, you caught the hair stylist’s stare. she’d slowed her ministrations, and was now eyeing you blankly. only below the surface was there a glint of warning.  you quickly glanced away, only to accidentally to meet johnny face on. he’d cocked his head on one side, brow creased in that way that threw your heart in a loop. 

“pretty please?”

caught up in his handsome features you could feel the heat rising to your face once again. as much as you willed it away, deep down you knew it was no use. you cursed at yourself in your head, why do you take everything he says so seriously. there’s no way you actually mean anything more to him than just friendly coworker. 

you swallowed with a nod, letting your fingers run aimlessly through your kit while you focused primarily on thinking about something else. dwelling on the impossible would do nothing but lower your mood and you knew that. still, it didn’t mean the tiny spools of daydreams didn’t occasionally slip through. they left you dazed when you came back to the real world, as if their tiny pinpricks of imaginary light grew to the size of blinding headlights in the pitch of night. upon your return you found that your gaze had barely left him at all—as soon as your eyes trickled away, they absently fled right back to him. a circumstance that he always looked so damn happy about. dreams don’t come true, y/n.

you hadn’t registered that the hair stylist had stalked away until johnny spoke up and his words left you fumbling in the mix of your own crush and the fear that someone had overheard.

“you look so cute when you’re focused,” he’d said, grin a hair-width from a knowing smirk, eyes curved in that gentle enticement. it was as if he wanted you to fall. had you not been reeling you perhaps would have scowled. you already had fallen, you didn’t need him to turn up the anti any more than he head—otherwise there would come a stutter that your heart didn’t recover from.   

“sh-shut up,” you stammered, trying to hide the jump of your heartbeat behind a smile. but as his plush lips parted into a chuckle, your mind just trundled straight back to the dreamscape it always visited when you thought of them. 

truly, no one would blame you, because kissing a man like that would be one of the true wonders of the world. the flashes of a possible time, where your lips melded with his and he held you close and safe, away from the rest of the world, where no crowd could ever hurt you, were tantalising to say the least. you bravely gulped them down. 

it would not last however, as johnny was on a mission, it seemed, to make you blush as much as possible. so much for feeling calm.

when you poised your hand by his lips again, he merely insisted, “how can i? with someone like you right here... i just can’t help myself.”

you very nearly choked on those threads of dreams as well as the corniness, whilst he underlined all his words with a sweet smile. the one that made you want to cup his cheeks and feel the gravity of such a person before you. 

you shook your head, to abandon the thoughts as well as shake him off. he’s just trying to make you laugh. “bleghh, now shush,” you managed, praying he’d take your simple response as a sign to quit.

alas, your poor heart, he did not.

“what? do you not believe me?” you didn’t peer up and instead took advantage of the tiny pause to brush more scarlet around the corner of his lips. it was short-lived however, as they then opened in exaggerated surprise, and you only just managed to pull away before you accidentally painted a faded gash across his chin. “you don’t believe me!” 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, johnny,” you uttered, hesitantly peeking over at the clock to see the minute hand way too close to the hour for your liking.

he sighed, and had you actually regarded the entirety of his expression, you would have spotted how saddened he looked. “you don’t...? ah, y/n, how could you not realise just how beautiful you are?”

“johnny...” you tapered off. you had expected to come out in more of a warning tone, but with the seconds ticking by at an alarming rate, the elation at his words combined with the nerves and irritation at how you couldn’t do your job all combined to make it sound a lot more emotionless than its nature truly was.

“with your gorgeous smile, pretty eyes, adorable laugh, impeccable fashion sense...” he paused and you could have sworn his breath hitched in his throat, “really, it’s enough to ruin even the strongest of people around here, i w—”

in a desperate attempt to get your job done, without a single thought you raised your hand to grip his chin gently between your thumb and finger. and instantly, all the words he had been suddenly desperate to ramble in that moment were stolen off his tongue, the flirty smirk stilled. 

for a few seconds you were stunned too, before the two minute call rose throughout the room like a game of chinese whispers. in a moment of sheer reflex, you attended to a minuscule patch of faded vermilion and further highlighted an extra line of shadow that in all honesty didn’t need renovation, all while your head span as you interrogated yourself and the world on as to what the hell johnny was playing at. 

“there you’re done.” 

your hand jumped away as if shocked by static, and you began to clean up your cramped workspace. you didn’t give a final look over your masterpiece, you knew the man could pull off pretty much anything thrown at, or in this case upon him. but he didn’t respond, and it was the uncharacteristic silence that brought out just enough confidence within you to turn your head towards him once again. 

you find his honey eyes wide and a small and silent gasp upon those very lips that had said all those confident, sly things. his fingers were tentatively brushing against where yours had been, as if tracing the petals of a rose.

“i-i would know,” he finished out of the blue, expression still in his stupor.

“sorry?”

johnny’s pout was truly something to behold, and it was now different now. as the light in his eyes softened, he murmured just loud enough to be heard only by you over the chatter of staff and bandmates alike, “weren’t you listening?”

tracing backwards through the amalgamation of chaos that had been the past five minutes felt like it would take hours. somehow though, as in the peculiar nature of all thoughts and memories, you managed to trace back just far enough, for enough to fall into place piece by piece. and as soon as a part of the jigsaw was revealed, the wider picture came into focus. despite your own sheer disbelief.

“i... ruined you?” 

he laughed sheepishly then, hand finally moving from his jaw to the back of his neck, the consideration of not ruining his hair style clearly skipping his mind. “well... in all the best terms of the word, yeah.”

silence filled the space between you, leaving the ruckus beyond to only grow and seep into your ears, like the cold of autumn through a forgotten window when the music stopped playing. instinct drew you forward then, as if it were pulling upon strings of fate. your hand twitched in your lap, ready to lift and hold him again, and it was as if both of you forgot where you were—johnny moved forwards in his seat much like you did. 

but then came the frantic yell from the doorway. “johnny, what are you doing?! you’re on stage in literally thirty seconds—!”

the man swept to his feet, making sure to draw his face as close to your ear as he could get away with under the suspicious eyes of the staff surrounding you. you would argue that there was no way that could ever be construed as meaningless, but in the moment there was no way you could care. 

“you’ll help me get this all off, right? after?” he asked, before he leant back. 

you had offered him nothing but a smile, but he knew the gleam in your eyes. it was one of intrigue, one of excitement. with a final glance down to your lips, your crush strode off and out of the room, leaving you with a dozen pairs of eyes all focused intently on you and the bright grin on your face. 

you cleared your throat, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you nodded an apology to them, you hadn’t meant to make him late after all. but nothing could quell the joy that pulsed through your veins, and so you excused yourself for a small break outside to gather your breath in the cool night air. 

maybe dreams do come true after all. 

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an: i dont like this. not one bit. i really struggled to write it bc creativity hates me so im really sorry :((  i hope ill edit it soon, for the benefit of everyone :/

also... im aware that the ambience isnt specific to the scenario right here, but—as much as i love the idea of the videos og scenario—this is the closest thing i could find to what i was after :(( please imagine more chatter with it 

also can you tell i know nothing about makeup? ha

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