#the shell he js

[boydyke]

"you can play harry dubois as a communist or fascist or boring neoliberal centrist" Wrong. you can follow along harry as he pretends to hold political convictions but he is forever harry dubois and you cannot change that about him. he has never been a communist in his life & you'll never make him one. he is a cop.

[boffeeceans]

Thinking about the empty turtle shell on Eddie's desk again

[sqgeism]

love mail — 🍒 ⨾ short thing, i js like phainon he's cool.. reqs r gonna get done like next week i think sorry everyone (ノ゜ー゜)ノ

the nameless hero stands at your door, bouquet in hand, and his broken heart in the other.

he's hurt, he's badly hurt. his clothes are tattered, his face is scarred beyond recognition, and eyes lack the glow you always said you loved.

would you still love him like this, a shell of a man he used to be? just a boy who has done nothing but mourn the happiness he's lived?

phainon doesn't know. he's honestly been afraid of the answer.

though he would never choose to live afraid, and be haunted for the rest of his life, knowing he walked away from the greatest thing he's ever had. the best person who has ever chosen him.

and it was never to be saved, it wasn't for his strength, it wasn't for the fact he was phainon, the nameless hero.

he was so sure you saw past all of it. he was a little afraid of it, actually. that you'd see how pathetic he truly was behind a face of heroism and self sacrifice.

he almost flinches at the door clicking, and he's wondering if he can somehow run away and be out of sight in the same time it takes to fully open that door.

but how could he dare to move his feet if you're right there?

the face he's dreamed of every single night, that haunted him in every corner, and wished upon on every star.

you.

and all he had was a painfully half assed bouquet of your favorite flowers. your favorites—but still half assed. making a handmade bouquet isn't easy with an injured arm, after all.

"phainon, my love?"

oh.. how he's waited to hear those words again, feeling your hand slowly caress his cheek, biting back the wince just to feel your loving touch for just a moment longer.

he hopes you'd yell, that you'd be angry for him being gone for so long. that just one glance into his eyes and you'd see a stranger.

but all you do is smile, the way you always have. the way he was so afraid that he'd never see again.

and the greatest warrior amphoreus has ever seen crumbles in your hand, chuckling with tears in his eyes as you say; "are those for me?"

it would be for nobody else.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[hoolaand]

Max Verstappen

Grumpy max x soft reader

💌: grumpy bf + sunshine gf

𓆩♡𓆪

Its quite the dynamic honestly you both have. It's one of the favorite in the paddock. Fans eat it up knowing Max is more of a tough shell who is soft only with you and it balantly obvious. The first detail everyone notices is the obvious height difference. Max being 6'1 and you standing at a height of 5'2 but thanks to the high heels you wear most of the time, you look an inch or two taller. The very next obvious difference is the vibes you both have. Max is someone people don't talk to eye to eye especially when he has a bad race day, someone who has a complete fuck you mentality but you? You're a sweetheart. You eat up paddock appearances wearing soft colors and fitted sundresses pairing them with matching pearls and heels. Max's hands that became rough after years of driving finally relax once you both come into the paddock hands intertwined with each other. He usually has a straight face, only showing expressions if he wins or has to deal with fucked up redbull strategy. But the moment he sees you? His straight face is gone. He smiles, his eyes soften and his muscles relaxes. You're like a comfort switch to him. Fans even make memes and create compilations of everytime you both appear in the paddock and the way he looks at you. He is with you nearly all the time unless he's actually racing in circuits. You both are like super glued to each other. His engineer js reviewing his pre race strategy, you're standing with him, his one hand on your waist and the other intertwined with yours. Max looks gloomy whenever you aren't able to attend his races not because he's angry at you but because he's just so into you, he can't help it. His eyes unknowingly search for you even though he knows you aren't there.

Fans eat it up everytime a new season of drive to survive arrives, they are quick to find the little clips that you and Max allow the crew to film. Small intimate moments that feel invasive to watch because of how genuine it feels. You tearing up when he doesn't win his home race in Zandoovart. You being the first one to go up to him when he's slumped against the wall in Redbull hospitality and hugging him when no one even dares to approach him after a bad race day. His eyes searching for you the moment he gets out of the car and once he spots you, he has the biggest smile ever and engulfs you in a tight warm embrace. Him giving you small pecks on your forehead and ruffling your hair before he goes on a race. Him wearing the pink kuromi bracelet everywhere he goes no matter how silly it looks againt his big hands. The most viral clip was after the race in Bahrain, where the camera crew found you both sleeping on the couch in Redbull hospitality with Redbull crewmembers giggling because of how cute it looked. You sat on the couch, with Max resting his head on your thighs and sleeping while laying down. It was a fan favorite moment and Redbull even had it framed in Max's driver room.

He's very protective to you no matter what. You're too kind and have a hard time saying no to people. While you baking cookies to adoption centers and giving time to animals in animal shelter deeply moves Max, he still understands how people can easily take advantage of you because he's seen it happen before. Friends who ignored you before trying to be close after seeing you date Max. He gently talks you through it, telling you that they aren't real friends. He'll put an arm on your waist and pull you closer whenever he sees someone hovering too long. He'll glare if someone tries to even make a rude comment or if he catches someone staring. He even shut down rumours of people calling you 'fake' and being a 'gold digger' on his official twitter account. That man went as far as to sue papparazzis when they took pictures of you wearing a skimpy bikini on a private yacht. His Instagram feed is just you and racing. Highlights of you in everywhere. Pictures of you in private dinners, yachts, his private jet, in the redbull hospitality. Anyone who talks to him who has no complete idea if who you are will come to know within maximum 5 minutes of the conversation. He actively thank you in radios after winning races and dedicated his 2024 championship after you. After 2024 season, he bought a private yacht for you of a whopping 16 million dollars and had your name engraved in pink italic letters. He doesn't shy away from his love and admiration for you.

You'll never know the lengths this man will go for you. Everyone in Redbull knows not to mess with you. If you won't say anything, they sure as hell know Max will flip the world upside down if he catches anyone misbehaving and surprisingly everyone accepts it because that's just his love language.

💌: i luvvvvv these type of trope. god, when is it gonna be me

[rafesangelita]

hi! idk if you’re doing req rn but when you can, can u write something where bambi!reader is showing rafe a cutsie video she found, and he’s just so nonchalant and js doesn’t give a damn lol. she’s kinda hurt, but he just overlooks it and instead bribes her to get sexual with him

warnings: mean!rafe, slight manipulation, teasing, flirty banter, groping, knee riding (lol idk if this is even a thing?), hand job (?), dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex, rough sex, pull out method

a/n: this has been in my req’s foreverrrr anon i’m sorry!! i’ll be answering some more reqs soon <3

“aww, look at this!” you all but melted at the sight of two deers cuddling up to each other in a video on your phone, a pout gracing your lips as rafe completely ignored the illuminated screen in his face. “watch out,” he grumbled, nudging you away, “you clearly see me trying to do something.” you fell back against your pillows with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you tossed the device haphazardly where he was sitting.

he laughed bitterly, not sparing you a single glance as you got under the covers. “toss something else, ‘see what happens—” one of your plushies met the back of his head before he could finish getting his sentence out, the action making him pause what he was doing. rafe immediately knew that he hurt your feelings when you acted out like that. turning around, rafe rolled his eyes when he saw that you had your back turned to him. “i’ll call you back later, ‘top.”

you felt the bed dip behind you, the heat of rafe’s body finding your backside. “you gonna ignore me now?” rafe pulled you against him by your sleep shorts, his lips skimming the shell of your ear as he spoke. damn him. you were refraining from smiling when you felt his mouth on your neck. “you know it makes me sad when you do that..” you whispered, pretending to push him away before he pinned your wrists to your chest. “what? when i don’t want to watch your stupid videos?”

“they aren’t stupid!” you turned around in his hold, “i always watch the stuff you send me..” rafe inserted a knee between your thighs, your breath hitching in your throat when he pressed into your neediest parts. “yeah, i know,” his voice dropped, “i shouldn’t be so mean to you, huh?” you shook your head, your lips parting as rafe took your hand in his. “no..” your voice came out shaky once he brought your palm to his cock.

“if you make me feel good i’ll watch whatever dumb videos you want me to.” he whispered against your lips, a groan rumbling from his chest when he started guiding your hand to stroke him. he continued pressing into your cunt, your lashes fluttering closed at the sensation. rafe knew he had you right where he wanted you whenever your hips started moving on their own accord. “y-you promise?” you whimpered, already giving into his ministrations once he let go of the hand you had wrapped around his cock.

he kissed you, your cheeks heating once you felt the lewd touch of his tongue in your month. “mhmm,” he hummed, “but you gotta give me what i want first.” your hands came up to run over his bare chest, your nails digging into his skin as he removed the knee he had between your thighs. rolling on top of you, rafe was quick to rid you of your flimsy dollette top, tonguing his cheek at the sight of your tits. “fuck, bambi, you’re so pretty,” he groped your chest, his bruising grip making you gasp.

“might’ just fuck these tits next time you throw one of your stuffed animals at me.” your bottoms were next to go, the man above you wasting no time in cupping your soaked cunt. rafe forced your thighs open, pressing a large palm against your lower tummy as he took himself out of his boxers. “gonna use you like the fucking cocksleeve you are.” he swatted your hands away before thrusting into you, a surprised squeak escaping your lips before he thumbed at your clit.

instinctively, your thighs shut around his waist, the size difference between you two making your legs tremble. rafe was ruthless when he had you like this; under his mercy and pliant with everything he wanted to do to you. he fucked into you as if you were the one who owed him something instead of the other way around. you were hiccuping, struggling to take every inch of him while every thrust of his had you scooting further up onto your bed.

you didn’t bother protesting against him since each time it only made him go harder. feeling him kiss your cervix hurt so good, you couldn’t help but cry out in both pleasure and pain, your eyes screwing shut as you reveled in being filled to the hilt. “doing so fucking good,” he shuddered, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, “you could let go, baby.” rafe could tell by the way your eyebrows knitted together that your high was just in arms reach, your walls fluttering around his cock as you let out a sob against his chest.

clinging onto him for dear life, rafe shushed you as he continued rubbing hard circles into your clit until you had tears rolling down your cheeks. “no more, no more, no more—” you were tapping out against his forearm, your bottom lip pulled harshly between your teeth. rafe smiled, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “hurts..” you whined, pushing against his toned stomach. “yeah? that’s the fucking point.” he grunted, picking up his pace before clamping a hand over your mouth.

you laid there helplessly, your heels digging into his back as he fucked you into overstimulation, your second orgasm hitting you harder than the first. rafe groaned as you squeezed him with a death grip, your back arching off of the sheets as he continued stroking that soft spot inside you that made you jolt out of your body. “can’t— i mean it rafe!” your boyfriend cursed under his breath, pulling out of you with a hiss as he continued stroking himself over your tummy.

holding his weight up with one hand, you watched with hazy vision as he finished, his hips stuttering as he painted your skin with hot ropes of his cum. by the time he cleaned you up and was whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you two were under the covers with heavy eyelids as he trailed kisses wherever he could.

so much for watching your ‘stupid’ videos when you two could barely stay awake..

[luvv1anime]

Guys i js rewatched mha and PLS why dont we talk abt the character development we got frm bakugou and todoroki PLS WE NEED TO TALK ABT IT MORE. Like seriously the scene where bakugou willingly went to todoroki’s room bcs they seen he looked a little distressed and he CALMLY tlked to him to try and help comfort him ?!?!? Todoroki breaking out his shell ? (Still blunt as ever) but seriously like idk but s7 shoto had a glow to him and NOBODY can tell me otherwise 💔💔💔

Swear this scene did something to me .

[tacticalprincess]

i js wan könig to put me in a chokehold while he fucks me dumb >_< is that 2 much to ask for :c

he’s got your smaller body pressed against his burly frame so you can feel the ripples of his hard abs upon every thrust, the only part of you that’s separated is where your back arches out to run from the abusive bullying of his hard-on into your weeping, quivering cunt. the large muscle of his bicep curled snugly around your neck, constricting your air flow with every movement and making you lightheaded. there’s a practiced and perfected skill to the way he he does it, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply to keep you on the brink of reaching stars.

he has your life in his hands, could break you so easily if he wanted to. his strength gives you no choice but to take the brutal strokes, the slapping of his heavy balls against your puffy clit. the sweet nectar leaking from your cunt travels from his cock to your thighs and soaks the sheets under you with both of your juices, the clicking squelch of it deafening throughout the room, mingling with his hoarse grunts. your brain is mush, euphoria on the forefront of your mind, kitten nails biting into the bulging muscle lining his thick forearm where drool escapes from your slack-jawed mouth and pools around where it collides with your neck.

anyone else would’ve tapped out by now, but you’re such a good doll for him, his squeezing into your lungs met with no resistance, too drunk on the feeling of his thick cock to process anything else. white spots cloud your vision as he rings your first orgasm out of you, white-hot warmth washing over you in waves. the way your cunt convulses around him, hips quivering clumsily, punches a growl-like groan out of him while he fucks you through it.

“out of all the necks i’ve snapped in this position, schatz…” he chuckles into the shell of your ear, “you certainly take it the best.”

[csainzoperator]

ferrari drivers and their reaction to you kissing them in the middle of a conversation ☆

warnings: kissing (obviously), skinship, suggestive jokes, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, mentions of food.

word count: 485

charles leclerc

♡ would be yapping about his new ice cream brand, LEC. he would be talking about it so passionately and lovingly that you cannot contain the amount of joy listening to him talk brings you.

♡ he would look at you weird, tilting his slightly, his eyebrows raised in question when you don't react to his words anymore.

♡ you would lean in and give his lips a soft peck, making him giggle. "what was that for?" he would question, gazing at you momentarily, his dimples on display, a soft shade of crimson on his cheeks.

♡ you shrug, "just because." his smile brightens, making your chest tighten with warmth. the type of warmth you feel when the summer breeze brushes through your hair, when you dip your sandy toes into the cold sea water, when you have hot chocolate on christmas night. you admire his smile, unknown to the one on your own face.

♡ he would caress your cheek softly, pulling you closer to him. he always felt so ALIVE when he touched you. so real. so full of uncontrollable love. he would kiss your lips, gently, like he was touching a something so fragile, so precious, so important. because you were all that. "just because." he would mutter against your lips, a shy smile adorning his face.

carlos sainz

♡ it was a summer break, you and carlos were in your small beach house in the south of france. he was making you both breakfast. you did try to help him (tried cracking an egg and got an egg shell inside the bowl), but he refused. he wanted to give you "queen treatment" because princess was too basic.

♡ you sat on the counter as you watched him work around in the kitchen. something about this act was so homely, so domestic. how automated it was, how it all came together so perfectly. how you were so used to it, but would never get tired of it. he was whisking up his world famous (as he would like to call it) pancakes.

♡ you would lean towards him, and he would question your loving stare "no i am not letting you help, mi vida." he would wear his stern gaze, hoping it would shut you up. helping him was far from what you wanted to do. you grab his face and kiss his plumply lips, making a 'muah' sound.

♡ although surprised by the sudden affection, he wouldn't waste a second in kissing you back. his lips would make their way downwards, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck. you had to shove him away playfully to make him stop.

♡ he would have a slight pout on his face, picking up his whisk again to work on his masterpiece. "why would you kiss me!? it was distracting, baby. now i'm not even hungry." he would whine, feeding you before letting the neighbours know what his name was through your, let's say, high pitched vocals.

an: i made this while listening to bollywood romantic songs i lowk died ok. js a lil drabble for my adorable followers! hope u love it <3

[sh4nksslvt]

Keep It Down

In a crowded tavern with his crew, Shanks fingers you under the table and dares you to stay quiet — but the rest of the Red-Haired Pirates aren’t as oblivious as you hoped.

shanks x fem! reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, NSFW, semi-public, established relationship, fingering, teasing, biting a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward | ++ this is my frst time writing nsfw so bear w me lolol word count: 1.1k

masterlist | ko-fi

The tavern in Saky Town was packed — shoulder to shoulder, sweat to sweat, ale to lips.

Laughter burst from every corner, tankards slammed onto wooden tables, and the floor creaked with every rowdy footfall. But at the largest booth in the back, where the Red Force crew had claimed territory for the night, the captain’s eyes were on you.

Not the crowd. Not the drinks. Just you.

You sat beside him, close enough that your thighs brushed under the table — not unusual in a tavern this stuffed. What was unusual was the way Shanks had leaned into your ear earlier, voice low and amused.

“Bet you can keep a straight face no matter what I do.”

You raised a brow. “What are you planning, Captain?”

That cocky little grin had curved his lips. “Nothing too disruptive. Just want to test your limits.”

You should’ve known better than to take that as a joke.

Now, you were two drinks deep, cheeks warm from the ale and the crowd, trying to laugh along as Lucky Roo told some ridiculous story about an exploding fish — when Shanks’ hand disappeared under the table.

You didn’t react.

You couldn’t afford to.

But his fingertips brushed your thigh — light, casual — and then slid higher. Purposeful. You kept your drink steady, even as his fingers teased under your skirt, slowly dragging up the inside of your thigh.

Your breath hitched.

He leaned over, whispering against your ear. “Still doing fine?”

You shot him a sharp look. “Shanks…”

“You’re warm already,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Think it’s the drinks, or something else?”

You shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together — but he was quicker. His fingers wedged between them and slid upward until they brushed your underwear.

You clenched your jaw.

From across the table, Yasopp raised an eyebrow. “You good, (Y/N)?”

You cleared your throat, voice tight. “Fine. Just… hot in here.”

“Want me to get you a drink?” Benn offered smoothly, sipping his own.

Shanks answered before you could. “She’s fine. Right where she is.”

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your panties and found your folds — already wet, to your embarrassment. He chuckled under his breath, his other hand raising a tankard to his lips like nothing was happening.

“Still want me to stop?” he murmured.

You gave a small shake of your head, fighting a gasp as he slid one thick finger inside you.

Your nails dug into your thigh under the table.

He was relentless — slow, torturous strokes, curling his finger just right while he carried on casual conversation with the others. You could barely focus on anything they said. Every time he crooked his finger, your hips twitched just slightly — a movement so subtle it would’ve gone unnoticed, if not for the glint in Benn’s eyes.

He was watching you.

You knew that look.

You took a sip of your drink to cover a whimper as Shanks added a second finger, stretching you deliciously.

Then he bit you.

Not hard. Just a sharp little nip to your shoulder through your blouse. Possessive.

You turned your head and hissed, “You’re insane.”

“Mm,” he grinned, lips brushing your cheek. “And you’re still dripping down my fingers.”

You looked down just once — just enough to catch the flex of his wrist as he worked his fingers inside you, the barely-there rock of his arm. From the outside, it would look like he was just resting an elbow on the table. From the inside… you were burning.

Your thighs trembled.

Shanks leaned in again. “Say something.”

“W-what?”

He licked your earlobe. “Talk. Keep their attention off you.”

You opened your mouth — tried to contribute to the conversation.

“—But the fish exploded?” you blurted, voice strained.

Lucky Roo blinked. “Right, yeah! Blew the whole side off the dock!”

The table burst into laughter, and you forced a smile — even as Shanks rubbed that spot deep inside you that made your vision spark.

He kept going. In and out. Slow and deep.

You bit your lip so hard it nearly bled.

“Shanks…” you whispered, hand clutching the edge of the bench. “I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” he said, curling his fingers again. “Be good for me.”

You whimpered softly, and that was it.

Benn’s brow twitched. His eyes flicked to the side. “You sure she’s okay?”

“Oh, she’s fine,” Shanks answered for you, voice rich and lazy. “Just a little tense. I’ll help her unwind later.”

Yasopp raised both brows at that. “You helping? That’s new.”

Shanks just smirked.

And then — with no warning — he brought his thumb to your clit.

You nearly choked on your breath, head falling forward just slightly. His fingers stayed buried deep as his thumb rubbed slow, infuriating circles, each one building the tension higher. Your walls fluttered around him, breath shuddering.

You looked like you were trying to hold back a scream. Because you were.

“Shhh,” he cooed softly in your ear. “Keep it down, sweetheart.”

You clenched around his fingers, hips twitching helplessly as you reached your peak. Your vision blurred. You bit your tongue — hard — to muffle the moan building in your throat.

Shanks kissed your temple like a loving partner — all while fucking you through your orgasm with slow, precise thrusts of his fingers.

By the time he pulled them out, your thighs were shaking.

You exhaled sharply, trying to get air back in your lungs, your legs pressed tightly together as aftershocks rolled through you.

Then you felt it.

His slick fingers tracing up — and slipping past your lips.

“Open,” he whispered.

You did.

He pushed his fingers into your mouth, slow and deliberate, letting you taste yourself on them. His eyes burned into yours as you sucked gently, your tongue curling around his digits.

“Good girl,” he purred, pulling his fingers free.

When you looked up again, Benn was looking directly at you.

He smirked, shook his head, and sipped his drink.

Yasopp leaned toward Lucky Roo and whispered something, both of them glancing your way before trying to stifle their laughter.

Your cheeks flushed — but Shanks didn’t care. If anything, the idea that they knew seemed to please him.

He leaned back, stretching like a lazy lion, and shot you a look full of heat.

“You did well,” he said low enough for only you to hear. “Didn’t scream. Mostly.”

You glared at him. “You’re lucky I didn’t bite you.”

“Promise?” he teased.

The table continued to buzz with talk and jokes, but the air around you two had shifted — thick with heat, with knowledge, with the knowledge that the crew knew exactly what had happened and would never let you live it down.

But Shanks didn’t care.

He never did.

He leaned into your ear one last time.

“Wait ‘til we get back to the ship.”

[kxsagi]

hellooo kxsagi!!! hope you're prepared for my coming requests... 😈‼️

may i humblyy request a first date oneshot with rin where he's all nervous and shy and like flustered??? and when reader says something sweet he tries to hide the fact his ears are red AWSSSSSAS 🤭 it would be nice if it was an aquarium date (js saying...) 🙊🙏

(i actually requested this before and i'm not sure whether it went thru so i'm so sorry if it's a repeat 💔)

thank u and take care!!!! ❤️‍🩹

“𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡”

a/n: YESSSS THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE

take care as well!!! i love your comments and requests anna girl pls keep them coming (well for requests i mean when my inbox is open again 😭)

you think rin itoshi must be the shyest boy alive. 

not in the awkward, stuttery, can’t-make-eye-contact kind of way, but in the "his ears turn red when you smile at him for too long" kind of way. the kind of shy that hides behind cool silence and narrowed eyes, but crumbles when you call him pretty under glowing jellyfish lights. 

and today? he is crumbling spectacularly. 

he's walking beside you, a stiff 6’1 wall of discomfort, as if the concept of a first date is more terrifying than a championship final. and really, maybe for rin itoshi, it is. he can handle cleats and crowds, but your fingers brushing his on the escalator? that has him malfunctioning in real-time. 

“you’re being weird,” you say sweetly, nudging his arm as you both enter the first tunnel of the aquarium. it’s dark, except for the glittering sapphire glow of the water above and beside you, an entire sea of fish floating like stars. 

“i’m not,” he replies, immediately suspicious. defensive. like a criminal falsely accused. he won’t look at you, just stares very hard at a stingray like it owes him money. 

you laugh, light and musical, and loop your arm through his. he tenses like you just planted a landmine on his body. so dramatic, you think. so adorable. 

“you’re literally walking like i have a knife to your back.” 

“because you’re making fun of me.” 

“i’m not! i’m being affectionate.” 

rin tries very hard not to react. and fails. because his ears? glowing. nuclear. like someone dipped them in strawberry jam. 

you stop walking and tilt your head. “rin.” 

he visibly debates whether to bolt or not. you catch him in time, pressing your hand to his cheek so he can’t turn away, thumb brushing over the warmth blooming there. 

“aw,” you whisper. “look at you. blushing. you’re so cute.” 

he actually groans in agony. 

“why would you say that out loud?” 

“because it’s true?” 

“stop talking.” 

he looks like he might wither. evaporate. ascend. and yet, he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans into your palm, just the tiniest bit, like it’s the only thing grounding him. like he can’t help it. 

you grin, absolutely delighted. 

“your ears are red again.” 

“shut up.” 

you’re giggling uncontrollably now, especially when he yanks his hood up like it’s going to protect him from your loving words. “you’re like a little turtle retreating into your shell.” 

“do you want to be left at the otter exhibit.” 

you coo, “ohhh, he’s threatening me now! so scary! should i be trembling?” 

“yes.” 

you wrap both arms around his stiff frame and squeeze. rin makes a noise like a kicked puppy and awkwardly pats your back twice, like someone trying to comfort a ghost. 

the best part? he’s trying. you can feel it in the way his fingers twitch toward yours when you walk again, how he keeps glancing at you from the corner of his eye, like he wants to say something but doesn’t trust his mouth not to betray him. 

so you do the talking. 

“this is fun,” you murmur as you stop in front of a glowing wall of jellyfish, your reflections bathed in soft, dreamy blue. 

“mm.” 

you glance at him. “are you having fun?” 

he hesitates. “... yeah.” 

you lean your head on his shoulder. 

“really?” you whisper. 

his reply is quiet. barely audible. “... because you’re here.” 

and it hits you, soft as seafoam – rin itoshi doesn’t need a lot of words. he doesn’t need grand gestures. all it takes is one quiet truth, wrapped in a mumble, delivered with ears glowing red, for your whole chest to melt. 

you look up at him with a smile so sweet it could ruin him. 

he tries to scowl. tries. but his lips twitch up at the corners anyway. 

“you’re not gonna let me live this down, are you.” 

“absolutely not.” 

and when you raise your phone for a picture, he sighs, tugs you in by the waist, and looks into the camera with a blush and the softest eyes you’ve ever seen. 

jellyfish glowing behind you. your hands tangled together. 

and rin, flustered, adorable, totally yours. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[miiyas]

sunarin & smiskis… wc: 486, fluff, cussing and foul language, it’s js abt smiski hippers lol, drabble, not proof read

“rintaro, you bitch !”

there’s a ring in your voice as you held onto your smiski delicately between your fingers, a morbid look on your face as your boyfriend held his own green figure with an unamused look. he raises a brow and shifts his eyes to you, large hands holding the hipper.

you’re currently in rintaros bedroom and the two of you sit on the edge of his bed, the package and wrapper from the figure thrown on his floor haphazardly.

his room’s cold and the fan’s constantly spinning which would always result to you wearing his zip up, the one that remains buried between lines of clothes just so it smells like him a little more, a habit suna had unconsciously formed after a few months of being with you.

your smiski hipper was the one with the butt out and splayed out, the stomach being the adhesive tape that was just calling to be stuck onto your phone. rintaro, however, had gotten the special, the one with a big pair of headphones on its stupid little head — the one you’ve wanted so, so desperately.

it took a moment for rintaro to figure the core reason of your outburst. as it clicks in his brain, he laughs and leans closer to you, poking the rough butt of the smiski with a cheshire grin.

“it’s so ugly.”

“yeah, like you. fake ass bitch.”

“at least the gyatt level is—” at this, rintaro received a good smack to the head as he whined dramatically at the pain. your body melt down onto his lap with the smiski resting in the cup of your hand.

“this isn’t funny, rin.”

a snicker escapes his lips, gentle hands brush over your forehead and ridding the stray strands that cover your face. his fingers pull the ends of your lips to form a makeshift smile on your pouting lips.

“it sure fucking is.”

in the end, you’ll sigh and shift your body around on his legs before he moves you to a more proper position on the bed with your head resting on his pillow. his legs would hooks around your waist as the both of you scroll through your phones, his soft heartbeat echoing in the shell of your ear and lulling you to sleep.

and in the evening when you wake up from your nap, you’ll find your phone newly decorated with not your smiski, but the one rintaro had unboxed. the one with stupid headphones and wide, emotionless eyes.

it’ll have his initials tattooed small in english on the arm of the glowing figure with a thin sharpie and when you shift over to look at his phone, dark and plain (spare for a single photo of the both of you), you’ll see your smiski taped onto the top of his phone, it’s whole body glowing brightly next to your phone as yours does the same.

[unknownati]

x. bonnet

a/n: lost my bonnet (rip to my braids) and it inspired me

*a lil sum from my drafts while i force this christmas fic into existence and slooowly chip away at these reqs 😪 and i have since found it if you are wondering

warnings/tags: black!gn!reader, bonnet can be switched out for a durag, silk scarf, etc i js didnt know how to type that lol, ekko's kinda sassy 🤔, bickering but not arguing, fluff...question mark, what is this kind of thing called, rochelle and julius from everybody hates chris kinda relationship, shitty ending idc wrote this at 1am with a t-shirt on my head,

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a cabinet door slams shut a few rooms over from ekko's workbench, his body jolting at the suddenness of the sound.

"where is this bonnet!?" you shout, clad in your nighttime attire of a t-shirt and sweatpants. this isn't a question new to ekko, you have this problem once every couple of months.

to say you were tired was an understatement. but you'd be damned if you spent hours in that chair getting your hair done just to have it get messed up in one night just because you couldn't protect it. and you've been searching for this thing for 30 whole minutes.

your footsteps stomped around the place, items clattering as you toss them around in wild abandonment in search of this godforsaken bonnet.

"did you check the bathroom?" ekko calls, raising his glass of water to his lips as you pace by his room.

"yes! three times. and even then, i never leave it in there, i always leave it in the same—" a pillow gets thrown off of your bed. nothing. "—exact—" you toss the sheets up. nothing. "—place. i don't get it!"

"then i don't know, baby."

"well, i know i didn't just grow two legs and walk on up out of here!"

ekko scoffs, making a weak attempt at showing empathy. "you have so many bonnets, just wear a different one."

"i can't. that's the only one that doesn't fly off my head while i'm sleeping."

he's amazed at your ability to be so stubborn at the smallest situation. to him, this is nothing but a 'throw something else on your head and call it a day' type of solution.

"can you check your workroom?"

"do you sleep in my workroom?" words full of sarcasm that make your brows somehow furrow even deeper.

"ekko, don't get smart with me."

he sighs, making a half hearted peek around his area. nothing. a shrug. "nothing here."

you keep searching around, looking in the most nonsensical areas for this piece of fabric. under the kitchen sink, IN the kitchen sink, in the shower, in your shoes, ekko's laundry basket, nothing.

you're beginning to just accept defeat, sighing in frustration as you trudge your way back to bed. you pass by ekko's workroom, eyes peeking between the small crack in the door.

pink satin.

atop ekko's head.

"i know you fuckin' lying—"

you swing open the door, snatching it off of his head. white locs fall loose, framing his face. your hand clutches your hip as you wave the bonnet in his face. "ekko, what is this?" you interrogated, an obvious rhetorical question that he didn't have an answer to.

ekko bares his teeth, shoulders pulling into a shrug. he completely forgot that he just...threw it on his head a few hours ago before he started working since he couldn't find a hair tie. "...damn, how'd that get there?"

you close your eyes. two deep breaths. in, out. in out. the second one steadier than the first.

now, usually you were very patient. you understood; things happen. but this? this was your breaking point for the week.

your fingers find the shell of his ear. the sting shoots through the cartilage, skin at his temple pulled taut. he's wincing, sucking air in through his teeth.

"it's like you're trying to test me, huh?

"baby, i'm sorry—" he unintentionally tries giving you his signature puppy-dog eyes. you only tug harder.

"sorry does not cut it. i've been looking for this for 30 minutes, 30! i'm tired as hell, i'm tryna sleep, and here you are playing like shit is sweet!"

...ekko didn't touch that bonnet after that.

[heesimp]

fic/drabble request 🤲🏻 bc ive been thinking abt this (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSjSGw7Rg/) jake 😣 wanna tie him up and tease him until he cant anymore and js fucks me Hard

hot hot

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Jake tries his best not to push against the rope you’ve got around his wrists that tie his hands together behind his back on the chair below him. The material is a bit loose around him despite your best efforts but he loves you and will do anything you ask of him. It’s not like he could really break free anyway.

This is the first time you’ve seen Jake like this too. Usually he’s taking command or praising you through your orgasms in ways that makes you feel like you might as well be a princess, but something about watching Jake become constricted by your hand is incredibly arousing and you feel yourself gush the more you look at him sitting before you.

His cock is so hard and so wet from the labor of love your mouth gave him, kissing his warm dick until he’s flexing his thighs in pure need and want. Your mouth waters at the memory of pushing him towards the brink of his orgasm until pulling it away from him completely like he’s done with you a few times. It’s all so erotic and so hot.

You swing your leg over Jake’s lap and hover above his cock, allowing it to slide against your wet folds every now and then. He tries to buck his hips upward to breach your hole but you’re much faster, pulling your body up and away from him.

“You look so good underneath me,” you whisper to his ear before kissing his neck. Jake is warm to the touch and hearing him try to regain a steady breath turns you on even more. The sight of his hands bound behind the chair is enough to make your eyes roll back.

“Wish you’d just let me fuck you,” he mutters beneath his breath. His cock jumps when you brush over the shell of his ear before kissing just underneath it. “I liked seeing you tied up.”

“Yeah, but you always get your fun.” Jake watches you pout as you lean back to get a good look at him.

“Don’t you like it when I fuck you senseless? Don’t you want that from me, baby? Hm?”

You clench at his words but ignore him nonetheless. “Later. I wanna have fun with you.”

Jake’s wet cock provides the kind of stimulation you need. He moans when you put your wet pussy right on top of him and tries to put his arms around you but is bound by the rope, moaning in frustration when your folds envelop his cock. You situate yourself in this position and roll your hips back and forth, pushing your tits up against his hard and toned chest while your hands grip his shoulders for stability.

The sound of filthy. Wet echoes permeate throughout the room along with wanton moans and subtle whimpers coming from your throat. Jake’s hair is pushed back from the sweat building off of the hour he’s been in this chair and his balls are so hard that he feels like he could come like this.

His tip repeatedly pushes against your clit and you try so desperately not to lose your composure. Your hips rock back and forth and his dick keeps breaching your tight hold, which tempts you into sinking right down onto him, but you hold back.

Instead, you lift your lap off of him and ignore Jake’s whining to grip him by the base of his cock and rub his cock head over your swollen lips. He looks up at you with wide eyes and open-mouthed moans the faster you rub his tip against you and your own resolve is crumbling. Your body feels like electricity is running to your toes and jolting right back into your warm hole. He feels so good like this. The precum splashing against your folds tempts you in ways you never knew imaginable.

But that’s the thing. You keep rubbing and rubbing but don’t offer him any real resolution. The rest of his cock remains untouched and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold on like this. Seems like you have the same idea.

“Jake.” His names comes out like a breathless whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me,” you concede, pushing only his tip inside of you.

“Gotta untie me, baby.”

And you do in a hastily fashion until Jake’s wrists are no longer bound. He flexes his fingers before hoisting you up by the waist to wrap your legs around him as he plunges his thick, wet cock into the place you need him the most.

It’s loud and it’s messy with his precum dripping everywhere while he pushes your back against the edge of the bed, watching the way your breasts bounce underneath him. Jake pushes and pushes against you until you feel his swollen balls clap right up to your ass, and the feeling makes you come immediately.

Jake doesn’t stop his ministrations and grunts louder when he sees your come covering the entirety of his cock. It spurs him to fuck you even faster to the point where your hands grip anything you can find—his arms and the blankets below you—because he rocks your body in such a way that makes you wonder just how horny he really is.

He comes deep inside of you but he doesn’t stop either. Jake pushes his hot load deeper into your pussy the louder you moan and swears he could go another round or two.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Hiii I saw ur recent post and idk if this is any help but what about an Ethan Landry x Carpenter! Reader smut? So basically reader is Sam and Tara’s little sister, she’s like one year younger anyways it can be something where they all go to the same college and are in the same friend group. And the reader has always had a crush on Ethan since she got accepted in Blackmore with her sisters and her and Ethan are really close like best friends so she doesn’t wanna ruin the friendship, but at the frat party they all decided to play spin the bottle and reader gets ethan and yk they make out but then after the party Ethan starts avoiding reader cuz he’s always liked her to he js got in his feelings and thought it was awkward. But after like reader cries to Tara and Sam and stuff Tara knocks sense into Ethan and they makeup and confess and well yk what they do next lmao but this js popped in my head and ur my favorite Ethan writer so pleaseeee consider writing this tyyy🩷

Hiiiii💕 This is the first thing I've fully written in a while, so I hope you like it!!

All I Want - Ethan Landry x Fem!Carpenter!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: See ask box lmao. I probably ruined the suspense but that's okay💀

Contains: Underage drinking, Oral - f receiving, p in v (My brain is done for the day so if I'm missing anything, let me know.)

W/C: 7.7k

A/N: I'm still a little rusty, but this was the first thing I've written in forever that wasn't absolute fucking clown shoes lmaoooo. Also, if you see any spelling/grammatical errors, no you didn't 💀

When you moved in with your sisters right before you started your freshman year at Blackmore, the last person everyone expected you to get the closest to was Ethan. He wasn’t the most social, but that’s what drew you to him. He was really quiet the night you first met him, which only made you want to talk to him even more. You talked for hours, learning so much about each other as he came out of his shell, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Sam was just as protective over you as she was with Tara, and once she noticed you and Ethan were spending a lot of time together, she cornered him in the kitchen one night when he came out of your room to get a drink during one of your many study sessions.

“What’s going on with you and my sister?” Sam questioned, as Ethan’s cheeks turned bright red. He felt so awkward and uncomfortable as she stared him down. “Are you going to answer me?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “Nothing’s going on. We’re just friends.”

“There better not be anything going on,” Sam warned, “And I know you stayed over in her room the other night. I’m not okay with that.”

“Nothing happened,” he said, as he glanced at the floor. “It won’t happen again.”

“I swear, Ethan, if you try anything with her,” Sam got out, before Ethan got really frustrated with the situation.

“I can’t be her friend without wanting to get in her pants?” Ethan questioned, as Sam was taken aback at his tone change. “You’ve known me for a year now, and I know you worry about her just like Tara, but do you really think I’d do that?”

“I’m sorry,” Sam said, as she relaxed a little, realizing she was in the wrong for questioning him like that. “She’s been hurt before, and I don’t want her to go through that again.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, but I just want to be her friend. Guys and girls are allowed to be friends without there being something else going on,” Ethan said, as she sighed and nodded. “Do you care if I study in her room with her? Or would you rather have us in the living room so you can keep an eye on us?”

“You can study in her room,” she said, as Ethan walked away from her with his drink in his hand.

Ethan wasn’t lying when he said that nothing had happened between the two of you, but he was lying when he said he just wanted to be your friend. The only person he’d mentioned his crush on you to was Chad, who immediately shut it down, knowing that Sam would have no problem killing Ethan and disposing of his body if he ever did try anything with you. Chad knew Ethan was a good guy, but with how skeptical Sam was over his relationship with Tara at first, even though they’d been friends since childhood, she knew it would take a lot longer for her to even begin to warm up to the idea of you and Ethan being together. If that wasn’t enough of a reason to keep him from saying anything to you about the way he felt, the possibility of him making things awkward and fucking up the friendship if you didn’t feel the same definitely was.

When Ethan walked back in your room, he saw you laying on your stomach, stretched out across your bed as you looked at your phone.

“I thought you got lost,” you said, looking at him before you glanced back at your screen. “What took you so long?”

“I was busy getting grilled,” he said, as he was about to sit down beside you, before he sat in your desk chair instead, just in case Sam walked in.

“Getting grilled?” you asked, as you adjusted yourself so you were sitting up. “Why?”

“Wellll,” he said, shifting awkwardly in the chair. “Pretty sure your sister thinks I’m close to you because I’m trying to sleep with you.”

“Oh my god,” you said, as you hopped off the side of your bed, ready to confront her.

“Wait,” he said, as you hesitantly came to a stop and looked at him. “I kind of got pissed and raised my voice a little. That was terrifying enough. I don’t need you snapping on her and I end up on her shit list because she scares me.”

You laughed at Ethan’s words and the nervous look on his face before you went back over to your bed and sat down.

“Why did she have to make things weird?” you questioned, as you laid back and looked at the ceiling.

“It’s okay. I told her I’m only interested in being your friend,” he said, his words like a punch to your stomach as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You’d always had a little crush on him, but now you felt stupid for feeling things he didn’t. “Oh, and I don’t think I should stay over ever again. She mentioned that, too.”

“We literally fell asleep with the lights on and our laptops in front of us,” you sighed, “The only reason she’s being weird is because she saw a box of condoms when I was unpacking after I got here.”

“Oh,” Ethan mumbled, his leg bouncing as he sat in silence for a few seconds. “Should I expect a boyfriend to come visit and want to kick my ass?”

You giggled at his words as you sat back up, “No, I just didn’t want to leave them at home and have my mom go through my stuff while I’m gone. I didn’t want to have that awkward conversation with her, but I ended up having it with Sam.”

Ethan cracked a smile as you cringed the more you thought about it. “Well, at least she knows you’re being safe.”

After that day, you decided to hang out with Ethan at his apartment instead. It was a lot less awkward than dealing with Sam wanting to play the role of a helicopter parent, and because Tara was always there, you got to hang out with her more than you did before.

“What do you guys want to do tonight?” Chad asked, as the four of you sat around the living room. “There’s a party at Kappa Sigma.”

“Oooh, my first college party,” you said, getting a little excited as Tara stared you down. “What?”

“I don’t think you should go to a frat party,” she said, before Ethan spoke up.

“I’ll make sure she’s safe.”

“College guys can be really convincing,” she said, ignoring Ethan’s comment. “I just don’t want some asshole to take advantage of you.”

“I’ll just stay with Ethan all night,” you said, before you turned your head to look at him. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course,” he said, as Tara sighed in frustration.

“I don’t think you should go,” she said, as you started to get really annoyed.

“I remember you calling me to vent when Sam was doing this same shit to you, and now you’re doing it to me,” you said, as you stood up from your spot on the couch. “I just want to have fun.”

Tara knew you were right, because she vividly remembered how pissed she got when Sam was a little extra-overbearing and wouldn’t let her do anything.

“Fine,” Tara said, taking a deep breath before she continued, “But you stay with Ethan all night, okay? And if you tell Sam, she’ll lose her shit on both of us.”

“Okay, wanna go home with me and get ready before Sam gets home from work, then?” you asked, as Tara nodded and kissed Chad before she stood up.

“We’ll met you guys there in an hour.”

You and Tara hurried to get back to the apartment and get ready before Sam got home, because even though she’d loosened the reigns on Tara, she hadn’t done the same for you. Once you were ready to go and you and Tara were about to leave, you heard the door unlock.

“Fuck,” you sighed, a defeated look on your face as Tara grabbed your hand and opened the linen closet door, before she pushed you inside. “What the fuck?”

“Shhh,” she said, as she closed the door.

You heard Sam greet Tara when she walked in, before she asked her what her plans were for the night. When she mentioned the party, she said it wasn’t set in stone that she was going, just that her and Chad had been talking about it. You rolled your eyes when Sam said you better come back home if they did go, because she didn’t want you left alone with Ethan. It was taking everything in you to not pop out of the closet and ask her what her problem was, but you decided to stay silent and listen instead.

“You know Ethan’s not a bad guy, right?” Tara questioned, “He’s not some creep.”

“I know he’s not,” Sam sighed, “I think she likes him, but after she got her heart broken last year, I don’t want her to go through that again.”

“If she does, she hasn’t said anything to me, and she tells me everything,” Tara said, as you heard the sound of Sam’s keys getting sat on the kitchen counter.

“That’s true,” Sam said, “I’m going to go shower. If you do go to that party, be safe.”

“I will,” Tara said, as you heard footsteps getting closer to the closet.

You jumped when the door was flung open, a nervous expression on your face until you realized it was Tara.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, as you giggled and made your way to the front door.

As you and Tara walked the few blocks to get to the frat house, weaving around the people that were on the sidewalk, she got a little curious as she thought about the conversation she had with Sam.

“Do you like Ethan?” she asked, once you stopped at a crosswalk.

“Of course I like him. He’s my best friend,” you said, as the two of you rushed across the street.

“You know what I mean,” she said, as you sighed.

“Not like that,” you lied, “I’m not interested in having a relationship right now.”

“That’s too bad,” she said, “Because someone told me that he likes you.”

“Really?” you asked, as Tara came to a stop once she noticed the excitement in your voice. “I mean…who told you that?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips as your cheeks began to heat up. “You sure you aren’t interested in him?”

“I’m not interested in anyone right now.”

When you walked into the party, you were a little nervous when you saw the sea of people. Tara asked if you wanted to get a drink, and on the way to the kitchen, you bumped into Mindy and Anika.

“Hey!” Anika said, hugging you once she saw you, before she moved over to Tara. You noticed Mindy behind her, her eyebrow cocked as she stared at you.

“Something tells me Sam has no idea you’re here,” she said, as she took a quick sip of her drink. “I didn’t believe Ethan when he said you were coming.”

The mention of his name had the butterflies in your tummy going crazy. You thought about what Tara said, you were sure that Chad was the one that told her Ethan liked you, and he never lied. Mindy noticed you glancing around the party for him before she spoke up.

“He’s in the living room,” she said, the knowing look on her face making you roll your eyes.

“I need a drink. If he’s my babysitter tonight, I want to give him a reason to keep his eye on me,” you said, before you heard Anika mumble, “Yeah, like he needs a reason.”

Once you got your drink, you and Tara found Chad and Ethan leaning against the wall, talking about a new movie they wanted to see. Ethan smiled when he saw you, giving Chad a look before he whisked your sister away, leaving you and Ethan alone.

“Hey,” he said, as he snatched your drink out of your hand. “Sam would kill me if I let you drink.”

“Ethannnn,” you whined, as you tried to take it from him, but he held it out of your reach. “Can I please have my drink?”

“Only if you promise not to drink too much. I’d be worried about you all night after you go home,” he said, as he hesitantly lowered the cup so you could grab it.

“I promise,” you said, a soft smile playing on your lips as you took a sip of it. “So…what do you want to do?”

“Well, I can’t dance,” he said, as he looked at all the people grinding on each other in the middle of the living room floor. “You might not have that much fun with me.”

“I always have fun with you,” you said, your tone flirty as Ethan smirked at you. “We could always go somewhere and talk.”

“Okay,” he said, as he pushed off the wall. He grabbed your hand as he weaved between the crowd and through the house. You eventually ended up in a random bedroom, the sounds of the music thumping very faint as you took a seat on the bed.

You were nervous as you sat with Ethan, because you were trying to find a way to bring up what you were told. You liked Ethan and you loved hanging out with him, and the more you thought about it, you thought about how perfect you could be together.

“So, someone mentioned something to me today,” you said, as Ethan curiously looked at you.

“Oh? What was it?” he asked, and just as you were about to respond, the bedroom door was flung open.

You and Ethan both had wide eyes as a few frat guys and a handful of girls walked into the room, their expressions matching yours.

“If you guys are going to fuck, you need to go to another room,” one of the guys said, as you glanced over at Ethan and giggled once you saw the pink tint to his cheeks.

“We weren’t. We were just talking,” you said, as you stood up.

“Wait, are you guys together?” the same guy asked, as he looked you up and down.

“No,” you said, as he smiled at you.

“You guys want to play a game with us?”

You looked over at Ethan, silently asking him if that’s something he’d want to do before he shrugged.

“Sure,” you said, as you took another sip of your drink.

“Okay, come sit on the floor,” he said, as Ethan stood up and walked over.

You were a little confused once you noticed everyone was sitting in a circle. You and Ethan sat beside each other, waiting to hear what the plan was.

“Is this some kind of weird satanic ritual,” you joked, before the guy chuckled and grabbed an empty vodka bottle off the dresser.

“We’re going to play Spin the Bottle,” he said, as he sat down and put the bottle in the middle of the circle.

Ethan immediately got uncomfortable as he sat beside you, because he felt sick at the idea of watching someone else kiss you. You felt the same way when you noticed one of the girls looking at him, and even contemplated getting up and leaving the room.

“Is that really what we’re playing?” you asked, as a different guy spoke up.

“You don’t want to kiss a stranger?” he asked, “Because I was hoping when it was my turn, it’d land on you.”

“We’re just having fun,” the girl that was checking out Ethan said. “There are some rules, though. If a guy spins it and it lands on another guy, they get to spin again. If a girl lands on another girl, they can kiss if they want or spin again. But these losers like the girl-on-girl action a little too much.”

“Oh,” you said, “I don’t know if I want to play this.”

“Come on,” a different guy said, as you glanced over to Ethan. “You’re a freshman, right? Have a little fun.”

If you didn’t deal with enough peer pressure in high school, you realized it was just as bad in college. You took a huge gulp of your drink as the first person spun the bottle.

As the game progressed, you were a little surprised that no one had gotten you or Ethan. You were getting more and more buzzed as you sipped your drink, and once it was your turn to spin the bottle, Ethan got really nervous. He looked around the room at all the guys that were hoping it’d land on them, and he was a little irritated they were eyeing you like that.

As the glass bottle moved against the hardwood floor, you were relieved when it landed on Ethan. Relieved until you realized you actually had to kiss him. One of the guys groaned in the background as you looked at Ethan, his eyes huge as you leaned in.

“You’ve been drinking. You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to,” he said, soft enough for only you to hear him.

“I want to,” you whispered, before your lips touched his.

You couldn’t put into words what it felt like to kiss Ethan, but after he kissed you back and your mouths were moving together, you didn’t want it to stop. You weren’t sure if the feeling of your head spinning was from the alcohol or kissing the guy you’ve been crushing on since you first got to New York.

Just as Ethan’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip to deepen the kiss, the bedroom door flung open. You pulled away to see your sister and Chad’s panicked faces, the fear on Tara’s face turning to annoyance as she walked over and grabbed your hand to pull you up. You glanced around to see everyone staring at you, the awkwardness of the moment setting in before she yanked you out of the room, with Ethan following closely behind you.

“I asked you to keep an eye on her and you make out with her?” Tara asked Ethan as she shut the door. “What were you guys doing with those losers?”

“Wait, they were making out?” Mindy questioned, making her presence known as she and Anika leaned against the wall. “That’s the most action he’s gotten since he’s been here.”

If kissing you didn’t already have Ethan’s mind racing, the tension between him and Tara and the embarrassment of Mindy basically calling him an inexperienced loser was a little too much for him. He walked away and went straight to the door, leaving you to stand there, very confused. You thought Ethan was just as into it as you were, but once he walked away without saying anything, you wondered if Tara was wrong when she said he liked you.

Later that night when you got home, the party you secretly went to wasn’t a secret anymore when Sam walked into the bathroom to see you leaning over the toilet as Tara rubbed your back. She was livid, because she couldn’t forget the creep that tried to take advantage of Tara at the first college party she went to.

The next day, Sam wanted to talk to you about it, but you had no interest in having that conversation. The only thing you could think about was kissing Ethan, and how every text you’d sent to him got no response. The hangover made you feel awful, but what made you feel worse was the realization that you fucked up your friendship with the guy you’ve been spending time with almost every single day.

After a few days of you only leaving your room to go to class, Sam and Tara both came in your room to talk to you. Their faces showed how concerned they were while yours was blank, because as sad as you were, you’d already cried more tears than you thought was possible.

“What’s going on with you?” Sam asked, as you just sat there. “Can you talk to us? We’re worried about you.”

“I don’t want to talk,” you said, your voice showing how tired you were as Tara sighed.

“Did something happen at that party? Because Ethan’s acting the same way you are right now,” she said, the mention of his name making your eyes water. “What did he do?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, your words cracking as you spoke. “I think you were wrong about him liking me.”

“This is what I was worried about,” Sam said, as she took a seat on your bed. Her words pissed you off, because her cornering Ethan to question him and talking to Tara about it instead of just coming to you had been bothering you for days. “I’ll kill him.”

“No, you won’t,” you snapped, “Maybe if you weren’t so fucking overbearing, he’d still be talking to me.”

“You’re blaming this on me?” Sam asked, the shocked expression on her face making you angrier.

“Okay, let’s calm down,” Tara said, trying to mediate the situation before it got worse. “So, you do like him?”

“Yes, I fucking like him,” you said, the tears streaming down your cheeks as she pulled you into a hug. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”

You talked to Sam and Tara for a while before you cried to the point of having a headache. Once you said you were going to take a nap, Tara left the apartment to go to Chad and Ethan’s.

“Hey, babe,” Chad said, the smile on his face as he opened the door for her dropping when he realized she was mad. “What’s up?”

“Where’s Ethan?” she questioned, as Chad stepped to the side for her to walk in.

“He’s in his room.”

She stormed down the hallway and gave his door a few loud knocks before she walked in, glaring at Ethan once she saw him in front of his computer playing games.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she snapped, as Ethan’s face showed how nervous he was. “My sister just cried on my shoulder for an hour because of you!”

“She was crying?” Ethan asked, the guilt weighing heavy on him as her nostrils flared. “I didn’t mean to upset her.”

“Then why did you?!” Tara questioned, as Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his desk chair. “I thought you liked her!”

“I do!” Ethan yelled back, before he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his curls. “I just needed some space to think. You know how bad I feel about making out with her like that when she’d been drinking? And Mindy saying that’s the most action I’ve gotten all year? I should’ve gotten her out of that stupid room that night.”

“Ethan,” Tara sighed, as she took a seat on his bed. “She really likes you; she wouldn’t be as upset as she’s been for the last few days if she didn’t.”

“She doesn’t think I’m just some creepy loser virgin?” he asked, as Tara shook her head. “Should I call her?”

“She’s asleep right now, but I think you need to talk to her in person,” she said, as Ethan stood up. “If you hurt her again, Ethan, Sam will be the least of your worries.”

Tara stayed at the apartment with Chad while Ethan walked to your apartment. He hated that you were so upset, and he was just hoping that him ghosting you for a few days wouldn’t be enough for you to not want to give him a chance to explain himself.

When he got there and knocked on the door, he was nervous about who was going to answer, but he had to make things right. Sam opened the door, but she didn’t have her usual cold expression painted on her face, a soft smile playing on her lips as she saw how frantic Ethan looked.

“She’s still sleeping,” Sam said, as she stepped to the side. “But I need to talk to you about something before you talk to her.”

“If you’re going to yell at me, I promise Tara laid into me pretty hard just now,” he said, as Sam smiled and took a seat at the kitchen table.

“I’ve taught her well,” she said, before she continued, “I’m sorry that I was a bitch a few weeks ago. I just worry about her, you know?” Ethan nodded in understanding, as Sam sighed. “She really cares about you, and I think you’d be great for her. I’m still mad that you upset her, but if you want to be with her, I’m okay with it. I won’t give you shit, I promise.”

“Seriously?” Ethan asked, smiling to himself as he heard your bedroom door creak open.

He snapped his head in the direction of the hallway, and once he saw how sad you looked, he started to tear up himself.

“I need to go to work,” Sam said, as she stood up from the table. “I’ll let you two talk.”

You stood at the hallway entrance as Ethan sat at the table, the two of you not looking away from each other. It wasn’t until Ethan wiped a stray tear off his cheek that you finally walked over to him.

“Hey,” you said softly, as he stood up from his chair.

“Hey,” he said, as he grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him, your head resting against his chest as he held you. “I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you, too,” you mumbled against him, before you pulled away. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other night.”

“You didn’t,” he said, as his hand cupped your cheek.

You smiled for the first time in days as he leaned down and placed his plus lips against yours. You felt that same head spinning feeling you’d felt before, but as the kiss was getting more heated, he pulled away.

“Can we talk?” he asked, as you nodded and laced your fingers with his, before you led him to your room.

“If I didn’t make you uncomfortable the other night, why’d you stop talking to me?” you asked, as you got comfortable on your bed and Ethan sat across from you.

“I kissed you when I’ve liked you for months and never thought anything would come from it, your sister yelled at me after she saw it, then Mindy had her little comment,” he said, taking a deep breath as he looked at you. “I feel bad that I was letting that kiss go that far when you were drinking, and I know you’d probably want a guy that has experience in the bedroom. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

“I don’t care about stuff like that, Ethan,” you said, as you reached over and grabbed his hands that were rubbing against his thighs. “And I kissed you because I wanted to. Me being buzzed just took the edge off so I wasn’t as nervous.”

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” he teased, making you laugh a little.

“A while,” you said, as he smirked at you. “I didn’t know you liked me until right before that party.”

“Wait, how’d you find out?” Ethan questioned, as you looked down at his fingers playing with yours.

“Tara said someone told her; I think it was Chad,” you said, as Ethan rolled his eyes.

“I’m annoyed that he told my secret, but I’m happy he did,” he said, as you leaned closer towards him.

“Me, too.”

When Ethan closed the gap between the two of you and your lips moved with his, things felt different, but not in a bad way. You knew you both wanted to be with each other, and you could feel how happy he was to be kissing you.

As the kiss escalated to him on top of you, his tongue moving with yours as your hands tangled in his hair, his hips started to involuntarily squirm. He was about to pull away because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but once your legs wrapped around him and your own hips began to move, he groaned into the kiss.

When he pulled away to catch his breath, you started to kiss his neck all over, searching for his sweet spot. He gasped the second you found it, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed how good it felt.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he whispered, a whimper building in your throat once you felt it rub against your pussy over the leggings you were wearing. “Does that feel good?” he asked, noticing the sounds you were making as he grinded himself against you.

“Yes,” you moaned as you pulled away.

You both just looked at each other, waiting for someone to make the next move. You didn’t want Ethan to feel like it was something he had to do, while he was worried that he was pressuring you. He was about to lean down to kiss you again, but you stopped him before he could.

“No pressure, but if you want this to go further, I’m okay with it,” you said, as he smiled at you.

“I want to,” he said, before he kissed you again.

He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but once you gasped into the kiss as his hand rubbed your exposed side from your shirt lifting a little, he inched it further up until it landed on one of your breasts, and he felt like he could cum in his pants from the feeling once he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. You moaned into the kiss as he squeezed, his hips rutting against you to give you both a little friction.

“Okay,” you said once you pushed him away a little to catch your breath. “I’m going to go crazy.”

“Why?” he asked, smirking at you as you sighed.

“We need to lose some clothes,” you mumbled, as you loosened the grip your legs had around his waist.

You reached over and grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it, your bottom lip going in between your teeth as you checked out his toned stomach. After his shirt was over his head, he reached over and did the same to you. The second your chest was exposed to him, he pushed you back on the bed and immediately took one of your nipples in his mouth.

You moaned at the feeling as he licked, sucked, and swirled his tongue against you, your pussy throbbing as his mouth moved. As he went to the other side, you felt his hand on your thigh, slowly inching up it.

“You can touch me,” you said, your tone sounding like you were trying to convince him. He sighed against you before his hand was in between your legs, rubbing your pussy over the soft material of your leggings.

He pulled his hand away from you as he kissed down your body, the loss of contact making you want to whine, but you held it in. You giggled as you felt his curls tickling you, but once he made it to your leggings and hooked his fingers in them to pull them down, your breathing got a lot heavier.

“You’re sure this is okay?” he asked, as he lifted his head and his eyes connected with yours.

“More than okay,” you said, as he smiled and slid them down your legs.

When Ethan first met you, he never expected to experience anything like this with you. He might’ve let his mind wander there every now and then, because there were a few instances where you’d accidentally made him hard, but this was already better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

His eyes stayed on your face as he rubbed you over your panties, a groan slipping past his lips once he felt how wet they were. Your eyes were pleading with him, and even though his nerves were kicking in again from the lack of experience, he knew he didn’t have to be nervous to do this with you.

He moved those off your hips and down your legs before he tossed them on the floor, but just as he was leaning down to get settled between your legs, he stopped to look at you.

“If something doesn’t feel good, tell me. Okay?” he asked, as you quickly nodded your head. “Or if you need me to do something different, let me know.”

“I will,” you said, as he smiled at you.

Once his head was in between your legs, he began to slowly lick your clit with the tip of his tongue. One of your hands went to his hair, tangling in the soft brown locks as you let out the softest moans. He knew the sound meant that he wasn’t doing a horrible job, so he really started to get into it. He noticed when he used more pressure, your moans got louder, and you were struggling to keep your hips still.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you said, your breathing getting heavier as the grip on his hair got a little tighter. “You want to use your fingers, too?”

“How many should I use?” he asked after he pulled away to look at you.

“Start with one,” you said, as he nodded and looked down to see what he was doing.

You were so wet, his long middle finger sliding into you with ease. He slid it in and out of you as he looked back to your face to make sure it felt good.

“Okay…do this,” you said, demonstrating how he needed to move his finger, “There’s this spot that feels really,” you got out, but before you could finish getting your sentence out, he found it. “Fuck, right there. Keep hitting that.”

He did as you said before he leaned back down and gave your clit the attention it needed with his tongue, your moans getting whinier as your legs were tingling from the pleasure you were feeling. He took your clit in his mouth to roll over it with his tongue, and as you shakily praised him, telling him how good of a job he was doing, his cock was throbbing. You felt amazing around that single finger, the thoughts of how it would feel for him to be inside of you only making him even more hard.

“Use-fuck,” you got out, your thoughts getting cloudy as you tried to tell him what you needed. “Two fingers.”

He did as you asked, his ring finger sliding into your pussy. He kept hitting that spongy spot inside of you, and as his tongue moved against you, you felt that special feeling building deep in the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your words making Ethan chuckle because there was no way in hell he was going to.

He softly sucked on your clit, and once he did, your whines got louder and closer together, your toes curling against the sheets as he worked you towards your orgasm.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, as your hips lifted off the bed, your eyebrows furrowing as you felt the white-hot feeling spread across your body.

Your pussy kept tightening around Ethan’s fingers, and he didn’t know when he was supposed to stop, so he didn’t. It only made your orgasm more intense as you tugged on his hair, the feeling making him moan against you.

Once your walls stopped fluttering and your body relaxed, he hesitantly pulled away and slid his fingers out, already missing all the sounds he was pulling from you moments before.

“Was that okay?” he asked, as you hazily looked at him.

“You’ve never done that before?” you asked, your disbelieving stare making him laugh as he shook his head.

“Never.”

“I think you’re lying because there’s no way you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had your first time doing that,” you said, a huge smile appearing on his face at your words.

“The best?” he asked, “I thought I was going to be awful at it.”

“You definitely aren’t,” you said, as you sat up to face him. “What do you want to do next?”

“You said you have condoms, right?” he asked, remembering the conversation he had with you a few weeks before.

“Yeah,” you said, as you slid off the side of the bed. You stood there for a second to get your bearings, because your legs still felt like Jell-O.

You walked over to your dresser and looked through the second drawer, searching for the box that you hid with your socks. You heard Ethan rustling around behind you, the sound of the metal on his belt clanking against the floor letting you know that he was taking his jeans off.

Just as you’d found the box, you felt his arms wrap around you. You smiled as you leaned back against him, enjoying his warmth. That’s when you felt how hard he was, and even though you hadn’t actually seen what he was hiding in the confines of his boxers, you could already tell it certainly wasn’t small.

“Fuck,” he whispered, as you ass brushed against him. “I can’t wait to do this with you.”

“Then let’s do it,” you said, the excitement in your voice making him smile as he pulled away from you. “You wanna be on top?”

“Uh…is that okay?” he asked, as you nodded and laid back on your bed and got comfortable. He slid his boxers down his legs, your eyes growing wide as you looked at him. You could tell he was a little self-conscious when his cheeks turned pink and his hand moved to cover himself.

“Why are you doing that?” you questioned, “You just saw my pussy up close.”

“You were staring at it,” he said, his voice a little shy as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, because it’s about to be inside of me,” you said, as you sat up and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards you. You grabbed a condom out of the box and handed it to him as he crawled up on the bed. “Just…be gentle.”

“Okay,” he said, as he opened it and slowly rolled it on.

The expression on his face said he was fully confident in what he was about to do, but his shaky hands said otherwise. You knew it probably wasn’t going to last long, and that was okay. You didn’t want him to feel bad for it, so you were trying to figure out the best way to bring it up.

“Hey,” you said, as his nervous eyes met yours. “I want you to enjoy this, okay? Don’t think you have to last forever. Don’t worry about making me cum again.”

“But…isn’t that bad if I don’t make you cum?” he asked, his nerves fading a little as you smiled at him.

“You just did. I already told you that’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” you said, as he lined up with your entrance. “Just take it slow at first.”

“Okay,” he said, as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

He was already dizzy at the feeling of your tight, wet pussy around his cock, and he felt relieved that he didn’t feel the pressure of making you cum again, because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to. He knew he’d be lucky if he didn’t bust within the first thirty seconds.

Some guys in bed were more vocal than others, and you were wondering what Ethan was going to be. Your question was soon answered when he started to move, and you heard him choking back the whimpers that were so close to pouring from his mouth.

“Don’t be quiet,” you said between your own sounds as he tried to find his rhythm, “I wanna hear you.”

He smiled at your words before his mouth fell open, finally letting you know exactly how good he was feeling. You wrapped your legs around his waist so he could go deeper, and the new angle, plus him hearing all your sounds and seeing all the faces you were making, had his orgasm quickly sneaking up on him.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered, his breathing shaky as his hips began to falter. “I’m gonna cum.”

You were watching him as that feeling washed over his body, his eyes fluttering as he whined your name. You thought it was the hottest thing ever to see him fall apart so quick, all because of how good your pussy felt for him.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna make this up to you,” he said, as he slid out and laid on the bed beside you as he caught his breath.

“Make it up to me?” you asked, as you moved so your head was resting on his chest. His arm wrapped around you as he held you close. “Don’t feel bad about not making me cum just now.”

“I wanted to, though,” he sighed, “Next time I will.”

“I think after you get used to sex, you’ll have no problem making me cum,” you said, as your fingers traced pattern on his chest. “Especially if you bend me over. Like, all fours, on the bed.”

“You want me to bend you over?” Ethan asked, as you sat up to look at him.

“Mhm,” you hummed, your bottom lip between your teeth at the idea.

Ethan felt the blood rushing straight to his cock again from you mentioning him having you in a position like that, and when you glanced down to see him already half-hard again, you giggled to yourself.

“You forgot to take the condom off,” you said, his eyes growing wide as the blush spread to his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he said, as he slid off the side of your bed. “I couldn’t think straight after that.”

He took the condom off and tossed in in the wastebasket in your room before he walked back over towards you and sat on the bed.

“Uh, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to…but do you want to do it again?” he asked, as he glanced down to see that he was fully hard again. You looked at where his attention was, before his eyes connected with yours.

“Right now?” you asked, your tone playful as he smiled.

“If you want to,” he said, “I wanna know what it feels like to do it in every position.”

“How many days do you have?” you teased, as his eyes grew wide.

“Jesus Christ, how many are there?” he asked, “You know what? Let’s just focus on the basic ones for now.”

You wasted no time to toss another condom to Ethan, because even though you said it was okay for you to not cum the first time, you were craving that release. Well, that, and you loved the feeling of him inside of you.

Your pussy was still soaked as you got into the position on the bed, as he stood on his knees behind you.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, as he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Ethan started off slow, wanting to pace himself so he wouldn’t cum as quickly as he did before. He had his hand on your hips as he got more into it, pulling them back to meet his thrusts. The position made it easy for him to hit that spot every single time, and you were letting out the softest moans.

When he sped up a little, you relaxed the upper half of your body onto the bed as your ass was stuck up in the air for him, a low groan leaving his mouth at the sight. Even though he was moving your hips, you started to throw them back, your actions giving him the motivation to go faster.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, your hands clinging to your comforter as you felt that feeling start to build. Your skin was tingling, and you felt tiny little jolts of electricity running through your legs as he brought you closer to the edge.

Ethan knew he was close, but he was trying so hard to fight it off. He was thinking of some of the most depressing things to distract himself from the sounds you were making, and he knew as soon as he looked down at your back, he’d lose it.

You were trying to tell him how good everything felt, but that got a lot harder once it became difficult for you to even think of what you wanted to say. You were so close, right on the edge when you felt one of his hands that was on your hips move in between your legs, his fingers rubbing quick circles on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Cumming,” you whimpered against your bed. Your pussy kept clenching and releasing Ethan’s cock, a low moan flying out of his mouth at the feeling.

“Fuck, baby. Me too.”

As you and Ethan laid in your bed talking about all the dates he wanted to take you on, places he wanted to take you to see, he had a realization.

“Ya know, I never asked you to be my girlfriend,” he said, as his hands ran over your back.

“You don’t have to. I’m already yours,” you said, as you sat up to kiss him.

“I never thought this would happen,” he sighed, a smile on his face as he lazily closed his eyes.

“What?” you questioned, as he opened his eyes and sat up, too.

“All of this. I never thought we’d be anything more than friends. I never thought Sam would be okay with it. I never thought I’d lose my virginity,” he said, the last part making you laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe you didn’t lose it before because you were supposed to do it with me,” you teased, as he mimicked your eyeroll.

“I also never expected it to happen twice in one night,” he said, as he bit his bottom lip, his eyes getting darker the longer he stared at you.

“Don’t look at me like that unless you want to go for round three,” you said, before he pushed you back on the bed.

“Okay, but you’re on top this time.”

[kireilien]

OMFG the way you write is DELICIOUS I am eating it up every time you post. I have to indulge in Daddy!Maki, don't let anyone silence you!

ty anon! this is so freeing i finished this in like 10 minutes

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; daddy dom!maki, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, implied established relationship?, kink exploration talk, auralism, dirty talk, eye contact, kissing, handjob, cum play/snowballing, use of “daddy”  

back to what i said here with 🐆 anon hehe ily 

i find it so fucking hot if maki suddenly found out he had a daddy kink or his partner wanting to call him daddy and it js clicks… js imagining you’re sitting on the couch with maki, casually chatting about what your likes and dislikes are in bed. “hm, i’m pretty vanilla. i haven’t tried too much in my other relationships,” he chirps as he slangs an arm around your shoulder. you snuggle into his arm as you exhale, “we can start things slow– like nicknames! do you have something you wanna be called?” maki thinks for a little before speaking again, “there’s things like sir, or mister, or master or–,” maki gets interrupted by you whispering, “daddy?” 

maki freezes. 

he almost freezes. 

because he felt his dick twitch. 

“s–say that again?” maki stutters. 

you exhale for a laugh, “daddy?” 

maki wasn’t being insane. he likes– no, loves– the way daddy sounds on your lips. it feels right– he knows that it’s right. why didn’t he notice it before? he absolutely loves taking care of you. to the littlest things like dressing you, tying your shoes, feeding you ever so often, carrying you, caressing you, just like a daddy dom. 

it makes so much sense.

he exhales as he gulps down some spit. you’re almost laughing in his face by the way he’s acting. you come close to the shell of his ear, nearly sitting in his lap, “daddy likes it when i call him that?” you hum as maki lifts his hands to have a secure grip on your waist, “y/n,” he mutters. “yes, daddy?” he walked himself into that. 

you sneakily slip your hand beneath the waistband of his sweats to take a grip onto his cock. his cock is flinching by your hand, all while you and maki haven’t broken eye contact. maki flexes his jaw as he’s coming closer to your ear, “yeah? are you calling me daddy now? jerk daddy’s cock in your hands. jerk it. jerk me off.”

obeying maki, you slip his cock past the band, freeing it to feel up his cock. it’s fat. it’s thick. it’s heavy. you hold him as much as you can, slowly stroking his length. from the base to the tip, with its thick sheen of precum. 

you giggle as you come back to maki’s ear, “you like how i’m stroking you, daddy?” maki grunts out, “yeah– fuck– daddy loves the way you’re stroking me.” both of your eyes flicker back to each other before maki cups you by your ear to envelop your lips into his, drowning his moans into your mouth. you keep your hands steady, ever so speeding up your jerking. “is daddy gonna– cum soon?’ you sigh, breathless from his kisses. “yeah, gonna– cum,” maki grunts out as his white ropes of cum spurt onto your knuckles. 

maki lifts your hands off of his cock to lick his cum that was across his knuckles, leaving his cum hanging on his tongue. he grabs your face again to pass his cum off. you taste how good he is as maki spreads his cum onto your tongue. 

“like how daddy tastes?” 

“yes i do, daddy.”

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[iiiiiiis-things]

"But you're the only one that's holding me down!"

pairing- bsf!satoru x reader

cw- igs angst idk i js needed plot to build up, fluff, highschool toru

analysis- your ex leaves you & satoru gets stood up

a/n- HEY PEOPLES i just wanna thank you for all the support and love yall are giving me im close to 1k and i wanna do a special so ill be having a poll posted soon, also this story was heavily influenced by strangers things season 2 when nancy was dancing with dustin !

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"are you fucking shitting me ?" your stern voice could be heard by your ex, who was standing in front of you dancing with another girl but quickly removed her away from him the second he saw your face. "is this what you meant by be right back? to go blow me off with this bitch?" you point to the girl he was dancing with, completely shocked because not to be rude but you knew your self worth and this was just down right disrespectful. "baby i swear she's just a friend-" you tune him out making an overly dramatic eye roll as you feel your eyes began to water, honestly you didn't even know why exactly this little situation had you threatening to spill tears.

your ex was embarrassing you nothing new before- this was the same routine, the same cycle, and he had the same excuse every. single. time. you wanted to quite literally punch yourself in the face for falling for it yet again.

There was something in your gut telling you going to the snowball with your ex would have horrible results, yet you ignored your female intuition and went anyways, now you stood here looking so idiotically stupid in front of everyone as your confront this piece of shit. honestly ? you weren't even close to being as upset as you were embarrassed. hell the only reason you found out what he was doing on his "bathroom break" was because your friend pointed him out with a "uh girl- ain't that yo man?"

"bottom line is- you mean more to me than she does" is he serious ?.. "oh so she means something to you? just not as much as me right" the girl look so uncomfortable in this situation she began to remove herself from the middle of you two "little word of advice sweetheart, don't date him in the future, he's just looking to get his dick wet."

"wha- no what are you- why are you putting words in my mouth?! you know what are being such a bitch about this! jesus y/n you're always blowing things way out of proportion it's why i can't stay in a damn relationship with you ! and i try so hard to be nice but it's like you latch on to me like a fucking leech, just admit it without me you would be nothing! you had no one before me, no one loved you until I came along. your so god damn annoying seriously." staring in absolute disbelief and your eyes are so hot as people were now looking his way wondering what was going on and why his voice was growing louder and louder by the minute.

"let me tell you something you sick fuck. I am my own person and i do not need a little boy who's insecure about his penis size to contradict me about me and my life, you may have gotten me to come out of my shell but you didn't make shit, you are not my father nor my mother so you have absolutely no right to speak to me the way you're doing right now. I am a growing woman with my own liberties and ideals and if you didn't see that before, then that says a lot about the way you view me." hot tears are not streaming down your face as you make your way back to the table you were sitting at. you had made sure to keep your voice down so you wouldn't attract a crowd because lord knows all hell would've broken lose.

you sat at the table trying to dry your tears as a wave of nausea comes over you, feeling upset about everything that just happened as his words relayed in your head 'no one loved you' no. he was wrong so utterly wrong, you had friends, great ones in fact, you even had a best friend the one who stuck by your side through thick and thin.

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"shit" satoru cursed out as he realized he was crying, he was currently sitting behind the flimsy decorations the at covered the bleachers, alone and out of sight form everyone who could see how pathetic he looked right now.

crying over a female.

satoru honestly didn't even know why exactly this little situation had him crying, he had been showed up. nothing new before- girls who flirt with him for his wealth and ditch as soon as the connections start. of course he was used to it, sad but true. he came to the conclusion of it wasn't the girl herself that he was crying over. it was his inability to find love. most people would laugh when if they hear that satoru was true a lover boy, especially with his reputation for moving into different relationships faster than a virgin boy cumming for the first time.

in fact he had been in more flings you can count on your fingers just this semester. but it wasn't on purpose it's not like his goal was to become a pass around. it just sorta happened...

satoru was more upset than he had realized. thoughts running around his head about how unlucky his love life was. He sat on the bleachers, on the last day and most important moment of the first semester of his senior year, crying and alone.

it was so unfair, he had come here with a group of friends and though they didn't come with dates it sure as hell looked like they were leaving with one, suguru and shoko didn't even have a plus one but in the mist of waiting with satoru on his, they had both picked up someone to dance with. which was fine, he couldn't bring himself to be envy of his friends love life. hell even his best friend who stuck by his side through thick and thin was probably around the gymnasium somewhere slow dancing with her-

"hey." satoru immediately wipes his face as he hears your voice. "uh hey, what's up?" he looks up at you hoping you wouldn't notice his red and puffy eyes, but you were his best friend so of course you did.

"are you okay?" walking over to the bleachers you sit a couple feet away from him "yeah, heh why wouldn't i be?" he said with a little sniffle "oh well- this is just an observation but maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're crying... and alone" shit you had noticed, satoru did not like the feeling swarming inside his tummy he felt self-conscious. he didn't want to look so vulnerable infront of you

"well- technically i'm not alone, you're here" he looks up at you giving his infamous cocky smile that you've grown the love you can't help but giggle at his antics "what's funny?" "you" you catch yourself smiling a little to hard at him which causes you to clear your throat and switch the topic of the conversation. "so uh- where's your date?" looking off to the side his smile faded as soon as it came "i don't know if i should tell you, it's pretty lame" he spreads his legs further slouching down as he picks at his fingernails in the middle of his lap.

"satoru i've been your friend since middle school... i've seen your emo phase" his eyes shoot open as he looks over at you in horror "oh my god! you remember that?" a pink hue dusted his cheeks as he remembers the sight of that god awful side part and horrible black eye liner (sorry nanami) "of course i do" you let out with a laugh gojo leans his head back and groan bringing his hands up to cover his face out of embarrassment. laughing once more you decide to scoot in closer, now sitting right next to him, opposite to the few feet when you were away from him. "so?"

"i've been stood up" his eyes falls into his lap not having the guts to see your face of empathy right now. "if it makes you feel better" you lean back and stretch your arms out on the row behind you eyes having the same fate as his "my ex ditched me for someone else then proceeded to call me annoying" gojo felt his heart squeeze as he looked up to see the waterline of your eyes activate "he's a piece of shit, seriously i don't even know why you keep going back to him" redness around his eyes slowly faded and started to fill with anger as he talked about your ex "it's cause- i just- i just want to be loved by someone who truly wants me for me and every time he walks into my life it's usually at one of my lowest points and i just fall right for it!" your best friend watched intensely as he took in every word you were saying as you began to pour your heart out to him all the while in his head agreeing with you since all he wanted was to be loved.

"i mean its so hard to find someone in this generation who truly cares about me, it's like im" you lean forward and put your face in you palms eyebrows furrowed as you let your frustrations out

"doomed for love"

the two of you make eye contact shocked that the same words fell from both of your lips "i get you in so many ways you wouldn't even understand." a comfortable silence fills the air around you for a moment until he broke it (fucking blabbermouth) "for the record, i don't think your annoying, and-" mumbling the last part you look over in confusion "what did you say?" the blush began to creep back up his neck as he looks to the side "i said-" he voice went inaudible once again "toru i can't hear you" "i said you look beautiful tonight!" he suddenly shouted, turning back around to look you in your eyes, the two of you just looked at eachother not knowing what to say next "well thank you, i think that you look very handsome" you scootch over more and lean you head on to his shoulder

at first satoru tenses up not sure what to do but as time went on he relaxes, slowly bringing a hand around to your waist to pull you in even closer into a nice side hug as the two of you watch the other people have fun on the dance floor "jesus, suguru can not dance" letting out a sigh satoru puts his head down embarrassed for his friend who was currently making a damn fool of himself infront of his date you giggle looking around the gymnasium spotting your closet girl friend "if you think he's bad look at shoko" you sit up and he follows suit only for his jaw to drop at the her cruel dance moves "what about-"

"utahime" in unison the two of you burst into laughter as you seemingly spot her at the same time, she was moving her hips so off beat that it was unusual, but hey at least she was happy. after the fit of giggles you return back into the position before "you know, we shouldn't even have come to this thing in the first place- it's so corny i mean cmon, what's next there gonna play a thousand years by christina pe-"

"heart beats fast"

"oh you've gotta be shitting me" you cackle at the perfect timing of his crude joke as he leans back once more. you take it upon your self to get up and stick your hand out in front of him "y-you wanna dance?" rolling your eyes you snatch him up by his blazer dragging him to the make shift dance floor "uh, i'm not sure if i-" "relax you got this, just like we practiced" right. how could he forget that the two of you practice slow dancing together (it was his idea since he didn't want to embarrass himself) just the night before.

you stretch you arms out behind him, caressing where his smooth skin and the fluffiness tuffs of his hair connected as he wrapped his arms around your mid back the two of you smoothly swayed from side to side looking into at another with a smile. "hey let's try something" satoru says he then adjust your hands on him for a more comfortable position and soon enough he's leading the way as the two of you dance together laughing at the little stumbles here and there "okay you ready?" "yeah" just then satoru spins you around so lightly you would think that he thinks you're made of glass, fragile. everthing is in slow motion and you don't catch it, but your best friend looks at you with love filling his eyes. you looked so beautiful. your pink dress illuminating under the fairy lights that hung around. gojo satoru had never seen such beauty in his life. he begins to think how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life. after the spin is over he brings you into a hug one hand wrapped its long arm around your back and the other pushes your head into his chest and he leans his neck down to give you a small kiss on your forehead. the hug catches you off guard by its firmness but you reciprocate nun the less.

"wanna go back to my place and watch a movie?"