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kyriethesquishysquid · 1 year

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When The Lights Go Out (John Price/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Captain Price and our lovely reader are neighbors in an apartment complex. Being a single mom to a four-year-old little girl, the reader tries to deny her feelings for the Captain, too afraid of rejection and ruining their friendship. It seems that fate has other plans for them when the apartment building loses power one fateful night. (Yeah, I’m bad at summaries, sue me lol)

Word count: (Somehow) ~9.5k

A/N: Uhh... sorry this came out a lot longer than I expected lol. Some use of Y/N. Reader’s description is left rather vague but there are details as to her being short, chubby, and with hair long enough to pull back.

TW: Alcohol use. A few angry lines about infidelity of the ex-husband. Porn with minor plot. Romance and smut. Size kink, slight age gap (reader is somewhere around 25ish-30ish), dom/sub themes, M!dom, F!sub, some daddy kink, voice kink, dirty talk, squirting, and loottss of pet names (I’m a whore for pet names) including good girl, princess, darling, love, and daddy.

“This is pathetic,” you muttered glumly.

Throwing back the last bit of wine in your glass, you set it down and started filling it up again. Alone, on a Friday night, drinking at home and daydreaming about your hunk of a neighbor. God, you needed a hobby. Of course, being a single mom and working full time didn’t exactly give you the time to do much anyway, but you always felt the full brunt of loneliness on the few nights you were alone with your thoughts. Emma was with your parents at their beachside home for the weekend and there you were at home, lonely and wishing you had the balls to ask the man down the hall on a date. As you started sipping on your second glass, you let your thoughts wander back to the last time you had seen him a little over a week ago.

…

“Picey! It’s Picey!” Emma’s little voice cheered, drawing your gaze up from your phone.

A flush warmed your cheeks gently when you met your neighbor's eyes as he entered the elevator, empathetically taking in his tired and pensive expression. You managed a little smile and a wave despite the way your heart began racing at the proximity of his form beside yours.

Standing at about six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms that easily rivaled the thickness of your thighs, Captain Price was one of the, if not the, hottest men you’d ever seen. That wasn’t even counting the beautiful mutton chops and mustache combo he sported or the way his intense blue eyes crinkled at the edges when he blessed you with his bright smile. Yeah, safe to say, you were helplessly smitten with the older military man.

“Hey, munchkin!” Price replied, all traces of exhaustion lifting immediately as he ruffled her hair, “Hello, munchkin’s mum.”

“Hello, Captain. It’s good to see you made it home safe,” you said sweetly.

Before he could respond, Emma reached out towards the captain with little grabby hands. There was a moment where you considered pulling your daughter away, not wanting to make Price feel awkward, but then he lifted his hands in waiting. You thought your heart would explode, watching him set the toddler on his hip as if she belonged there naturally while she started babbling to him about cookies.

“Chocolate chip, huh? You’re gonna sneak me some over, aye?” he asked in a conspiratorial whisper, eyes flickering to meet yours with mirth.

“As long as you promise you’re gonna be there tonight,” you replied coyly, “No running out on another mission without telling us, got it?”

Mastering your best stern mom look, you challenged his gaze only for the big man to break into a grin. The two of you had a little system going on. You brought him dinner and sweets on the nights he was home, and he’d let you know when he was heading out of town so you didn’t freak out when you didn’t see him for a while. It started after the first time you’d made the landlord do a wellness check when you hadn’t seen him for over a week. Safe to say, you were mortified when he confronted you about it, but he took it in stride; said it was nice to have someone outside of work looking out for him. This last trip was the first time since then that he’d left without warning and you couldn’t deny that it had made you sick with worry.

“I figured you’d be upset over that but, in my defense, I got the call at two in the mornin’ and I wasn’t about to wake up the lil missus just for that,” he explained.

Your conversation was interrupted by the ding of the lift, gazes turning forward as the doors opened onto your floor. He waved you forward and followed you down to your end of the hall, all the while engaging Emma in a conversation about her newest love- Dora. A pang of sadness tugged at your heartstrings when you stopped at your door and had to unlock it, signaling the end of your impromptu hang-out with the Captain.

“Will you be home around six?” you asked as you took Emma back from him.

“Should be.”

Giving him a little nod, you replied, “Good, expect a delivery around then.”

…

He had to leave that next morning for another mission and still wasn’t back yet. Logically, you knew that he could be gone anywhere from a few days to a couple of months at a time, but that didn’t make you worry any less each time.

“Good god, I need to get laid,” you mused, eyes darting to your phone on the charger, “Would Tinder be worth it?”

You were debating the pros and cons of downloading the dating app when there was a sudden pop and everything went black around you, your dim phone screen the only source of light in your pitch-black apartment. A little scream fled your lips as the darkness immediately closed in around you like an assailant, the shadows mimicking fingers against your skin and evoking terrifying thoughts.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit!”

Jumping off of the bar stool, you made a mad dash across the kitchen in hopes of finding all the candles you had hiding in the storage closet. Of course, it was just your luck that you forgot that you had left one of the cabinets open just enough to catch your knee, the unexpected impact sending you flying across the floor with a shriek. Almost instantly, you could feel the bruises rising under your skin but even those were nothing compared to the blinding pain across your knee. Stifling curses under your breath, you turned your phone light on again to assess the damage and couldn’t help but whimper at the sight of blood dripping down your leg. A simple gash but painful nonetheless.

“I swear to god, as if tonight couldn’t get any wo-”

The sudden thunder of pounding on your front door almost sent you into another panic until you heard the voice.

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?”

Captain Price. Groaning in relief, you managed to force yourself up to your feet and hobbled over to the door, sliding open the top lock and deadbolt before yanking it open. Jesus, the man seemed even bigger in the dark, his shadowed form dominating the doorway with ease.

“Hey, Price,” you huffed lamely, barely able to make out his face in the dim backup lighting from the hallway.

He moved as if to reach out for you but then suddenly pulled away as if he thought better of it, hands resting on his hips as he looked over you.

“I was comin’ to check on you and the little one when I heard you yell, you alright?” he asked, voice as uncertain as you felt.

“Mm, define alright,” you joked softly, gesturing down to your leg as you flashed your phone light onto the wound, “I panicked when the power went out, and I was going for the candles when I… well, I tripped.”

It sounded much stupider when you said it out loud, you realized. Way to embarrass yourself in front of the hottest guy alive, self. He cleared his throat and you quickly turned off the phone in mortification when you realized how much skin you were showing, almost scandalous having been dressed down into a tiny little pajama set for a quiet night alone.

“I- I see,” he muttered quietly, “Do you need help cleanin’ that up?”

Your head nearly spun with whiplash as suggestive thoughts raced through your brain but you managed a little shrug after a moment.

“If you don’t mind, sure, I wouldn’t be opposed to the company anyway. I hate the dark,” you admitted softly.

Thankfully, he didn’t comment on your childish fear, just followed you in and shut the door behind him. You were about to run to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit when his hands were suddenly on your sides, steering you to the kitchen island stool with the firm instruction to ‘sit and relax’.

“I’ll grab the bandages. Where do you keep them?” he asked once you sat.

Cheeks warming, you drew your legs up into the seat and rested your cheek on your knee, wrapping around yourself for protection against the sudden onslaught of lust rocketing through your body. While you logically knew he had to be commanding for his career in the military, hearing that authoritarian tone directed your way was nothing less than arousing.

“First aid kit is in the bathroom, cabinet above the toilet,” you explained, hoping your voice didn’t betray your inner panic.

He stalked off without another word and you immediately wished you could see his form better. The man had an ass that made your knees weak. You were ashamed to think about how often you’d taken sneak peeks as he walked away, or how often you’d pictured riding one of his thick thighs until-

“You said you have candles?”

“Fuck!”

You nearly fell out of your chair as you flinched in reaction to the sudden addition of his voice to your not-so-innocent thoughts of said man. It was obvious he was trying not to let his amusement show but you caught the way his shoulders shook in laughter as he set the kit on the island next to you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized kindly, “Candles?”

Embarrassed and frustrated beyond belief, you told him exactly where the candles were before dragging your wine glass over, hoping to drink away the awkwardness and lust making a home in your stomach. In the time it took him to get back to the island, you had finished your second glass of wine and began to pour a third. You were gonna need all the liquid courage you could get if you were going to survive being alone with him in close quarters for the first time ever. He lit the candles and set them evenly across the island's top, the flames highlighting and shadowing his handsome face in flickering light.

“Alright, let’s see that cut,” he sighed, taking a seat across from you.

A wave of gratefulness swelled in your chest as you realized you had shaved yesterday. No hairy legs to make things worse. That was one point in your favor. Allowing him to take your leg into his hands, you watched intently as he rested your calf against his thigh, fingers tracing gently around the edge of the gash with a sigh.

“Got yourself good, didn’t ya? Good news is you won’t need stitches,” he explained.

“That’s a relief.”

Honestly, you hadn’t even thought about the possibility of stitches. Your lip ached under the pressure of your teeth as you gnawed on the plump flesh in an attempt to calm the blood pounding through your veins. Sure, it wasn’t under the best circumstances, but you’d longed to feel those very fingers on you for months now- and here he was, touching your bare legs, in a dark room lit up romantically by candlelight, staring at you as if… wait, why was he staring?! His lips moved and you belatedly realized he’d been talking to you while you zoned out thinking about all the ways you wanted him to fuck you seven ways from Sunday.

“Sorry, what?” you asked bluntly, a weak smile curling up your lips.

“I said this might sting,” he repeated with a little chuckle, “Just how many glasses of wine have you had there, darlin’?”

Heat lit up your cheeks as you gave a little shrug in response.

“I just started on number three; I’m not drunk,” you assured him.

“Mmhmm.”

He lifted an eyebrow to express his obvious disagreement and, before you could stop it, you poked your tongue out at him teasingly. There was a sudden pause as if the world stilled when his eyes met yours, and you instinctively pulled your tongue back in as something dark passed through his eyes.

“Better watch that tongue now, love,” he rumbled softly.

Fuck, letting him in had definitely been a bad decision. Between the wine circulating in your system, your fear of the dark, and the intimacy of his skin against yours, you were undoubtedly going to make a stupid mistake. Oh but how you wanted to.

Nibbling on your lower lip, you shifted in your seat to allow him to angle your leg up more and quickly quipped, “Or what, sir?”

The way he fumbled the little alcohol packet would have been hilarious if it weren’t for the intense look he pinned you with after. Your laughter died on your lips before it could even exit. It was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking in the dim candlelight but, with the way he was slowly stroking your calf muscle almost subconsciously, you hoped it was good. The silence was deafening. While he wasn’t more than five or ten years older than you, you suddenly felt much younger, much smaller beneath his gaze. Was this his disappointed captain look? Had you actually upset him?

“Uh, s-sorry, sir,” you whispered softly.

He let out a low sigh before suddenly leaning forward, fingers gently touching your chin while his thumb pried your lip free from your teeth.

“I need you to stop bitin’ your lip like that,” he demanded.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, your head swimming on cloud nine, and your skin sparking at every point his body touched yours. You barely managed a little hum of agreement when he tapped your chin softly, obviously expecting an answer. Fuck what you wouldn’t give to kiss him right now.

“Good girl, now, sit back and let me fix you up.”

Every fiber of your being felt on fire and it took all of your might not to moan at that panty-wetting line. He had to know what he was doing, right? Nobody was unintentionally that sexy. Nobody. Swallowing hard, you nodded once and did as told, letting your hands rest on your lap as he cleaned and bandaged up the wound. It was funny. You had almost expected him to have a heavy hand, between his size and his career, but he was nothing short of tender. Almost as if he was afraid he would hurt you.

“There, all done,” he murmured, gently patting your foot but not removing it from his lap, “Does it still hurt?”

Shaking your head quickly, you picked up the mostly empty wine bottle and tilted it his way. There was maybe one glass worth left.

“Drink?” you offered meekly, “As payment for patching me up?”

He was obviously hesitant but finally took it after you shook the bottle insistently at him.

“Yeah! Don’t leave me to drink alone like the fool I am,” you chuckled with a grin, “Glad to see you’re back home safe, by the way.”

“In the nick of time too, it seems,” he hummed warmly.

You nodded in agreement, letting your body relax against the low back of the chair as you sipped on your drink and not-so-subtly eyefucked him. He was dressed down more than usual, neither in his fatigues nor usual casual clothes. And yet somehow he was still the most delectable man you’d ever seen, in his tight black henley and sporty grey sweatpants; maybe even more so than usual. He looked almost approachable like that. You had to wonder if he knew the internet’s obsession with those pants or the reason why. His own ‘physique’ wasn’t lost in your appreciation of how well they fit his massive thighs.

“Where’s kiddo?” he asked suddenly.

It took you a second to understand what he had asked, leaving you to blink owlishly in confusion until it finally registered and a relaxed smile crossed your face.

“My parents took her with them to their beach house this weekend, something about an early birthday gift for her and wanting to give me a “break”,” you snorted, remembering your mom’s exact reasoning.

Lifting your hands into the air, you made air quotes as you mimicked her high-pitched voice.

“Go see one of those young men who keep asking you out at work”, you squeaked before letting out a fake laugh, “As if I’d do that.”

“Why’s that?”

Rolling your eyes, you immediately retorted, “Well, one, I don’t date customers. Sets a bad example for the next guy that wants in my pants. And two, I dunno… I guess I just have a specific type. Besides, there’s only one man I want right now and, well, I’m certain he doesn’t exactly feel the same way.”

A deep warmth crossed your face down your neck, leaving you overheated as you looked over said man lustfully. Hopefully, you weren’t too obvious but, fuck, maybe if you were you’d get an answer. Was chancing your friendship, his connection with Emma, worth the one percent chance he’d fuck you? No, you decided with a frown, it really wasn’t.

Price snorted, took a drink of the wine, and muttered, “Well, that’s just stupid. Either he’s blind or you just don’t know he’s interested.”

“Yeah right, Captain. I’m a single divorced mom. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re not exactly a hot commodity these days. Plus, I’m chubby and out of shape, and he’s like the epitome of godlike,” your words trailed off slowly as you let your eyes run down and up his body pointedly, “Guys like him don’t go for ladies like me, as much as I’m selfish and wish he would.”

The sigh he let out made your heart flutter. God, what would that deep rumble sound like in bed, or was he a quiet one? You hoped he wasn’t. His voice was the epitome of sexual energy and you’d want to hear him talking you through every second.

“It’s John, and you’re blind,” he retorted blandly, earning a confused look from you.

“What do you mean? About myself? No, I’m pretty sure-”

“Oh, fuck it!”

Suddenly your leg was tossed aside when he jumped to his feet, pushing to stand between your thighs as he gripped them tight and dragged you to the edge of the chair until he was slotted perfectly against the apex of your thighs. One hand moved to cup your face and dragged you into a soft kiss, his other digging tight into the plush of your hip.

All you could do was blink in awe. Was- Was this real? Had you passed out when you fell? There was no way Price was kissing you right now.

He pulled back as if he’d been stung and let out a curse.

“Shit, did I misread that?” he asked, brows furrowed in worry.

Eyes wide and mouth parted, you hesitantly reached up and covered his hand with yours, taking in the sensation of his skin against yours.

“Did- Did you just kiss me or am I dreaming?” you asked weakly.

Relief filled his face and you watched as he broke into laughter, shoulders bouncing with the motion as he leaned in again until your eyes could barely focus on his.

“Yes, I kissed you, is that alright, love?”

“More than alright,” you whispered.

This time you were able to react, disbelief thrown to the side to make room for desire. Hands resting gently against his cheeks, you stroked your thumbs along the oddly soft hairs and shivered in excitement. He was gentle and sweet, both everything you’d expected and yet somehow not nearly as rough. You’d always questioned what kind of lover he was, seeing as he was someone with a heart of gold in one of the most dangerous fields of work.

Your thoughts were brought back to the moment when you felt his lips part against yours. Without a second thought, you leaned up and sunk your teeth into his plump lower lip, nearly moaning at the groan he let out in reply. The hand that had been idle on your face wrapped around the nape of your neck and squeezed tight until you released your hold.

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?” he breathed out huskily, eyes searching your face hungrily.

“No trouble at all,” you replied cheekily.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” he scoffed, “Just remember, brats don’t get what they want, aye?”

You could practically feel your body humming and your eyes dilated as you took in a shaky breath.

“I- I won’t be a brat,” you whispered back, comically quiet in the silent room.

“Good girl.”

That was the second time he’d used those words against you. There was definitely more to Price than you’d expected and, god, you wanted to explore it all, but at another time. Right now, the way he praised you felt sweeter than cotton candy on your tongue and you craved that more than breath itself. The saccharine tenderness of his words was replaced with the smoky taste of tobacco and sharp notes of your red wine when his mouth met yours once more.

A little whine escaped your mouth into his when he drew back just enough to bite your lip and sucked softly on the tender flesh. When he finally pulled away, you could only stare at him with adoration.

“You have to stop lookin’ at me like that, princess,” he groaned.

Oh. Oh, that nickname. Fuck, this man was ticking off all your secret kinks without even knowing it.

“Forgive me if I’m a little starstruck,” you replied with a nervous giggle, nails scraping gently along his jaw, “I’ve only been thinking about this for months.”

“Months, huh?” he asked, leveling you with a deadly smirk.

You let out a little breath and nodded, explaining, “Ever since the first time I saw you, even before I knew what a sweetheart you were, all I could imagine was how good it’d feel if you’d pin me up against the wall in the elevator or-”

His groan silenced you immediately, your lips hanging open as you watched entranced by the way his head tipped back.

“Come on, up we go,” he purred suddenly, fingers sliding down to grab your ass.

You instinctively clung to him with a cry of shock when he lifted you from the chair onto his waist, eyes wide as you met his gaze.

“John! Don’t, I’m heav-”

“Princess, I train with men twice your size every day,” he cut you off smoothly, “Believe me when I say your weight is nothin’. Besides, what’s the point in having muscles if not to carry around beautiful women, hmm?”

Warmth flooded your cheeks and you buried your face in his neck, unable to meet his eyes as he said such sweet things. True to his word, he was able to carry you from the kitchen all the way into your bedroom without breaking a sweat. The instant your knees met the bed, he was on you again, lips gently kissing down the soft column of your throat. When he reached the thickest part of the muscle connecting your neck and shoulder, his teeth dug in hard, his lips sucking your sensitive flesh taut until you were nearly clawing at him, afraid he would break the skin. He pulled back with a pop and you deflated against him, whimpering his name breathlessly.

It felt good, really fucking good, but you needed more. Slipping your hands beneath his shirt, you rested your palms against his abdomen and drew the fabric up as you soaked in the feeling of raw power under your fingers.

“Shirt off,” you managed to huff through whimpers, “Please.”

Price jerked back hastily and tore the shirt off, giving you an unintentional but lovely show as he threw it aside. He wasn’t built as in a super compact six-pack, but he was broad, solid, the defining lines of his core muscles showing with each sharp intake of breath. You let your fingers trace over each dip of his obliques, up to his toned shoulders and then back down to rest against the thicket of hair covering his tense pecs as you eyed every inch of bare skin. This man was, undeniably, a fucking god.

Eyes flickering up to meet his, you flashed him a small smile as you leaned forward, copying his previous motions on your neck against his. His low rumble vibrated deliciously against your lips as you made your way down his neck, stopping against his shoulder to suck on the tender flesh and leave a love bite that surely matched the one on you.

He startled a squeak out of you when his hand suddenly came into contact with your ass, the smack loud and sharp in the air.

“I thought you weren’t goin’ to be a brat,” he asked teasingly.

You shot him a pout and replied, “I wasn’t. It’s only fair that I get to leave marks on you if you’re going to leave them on me.”

Lifting a brow, he smirked and shook his head.

“As long as you leave them out of sight,” he compromised after a moment of thought, “Gotta have some kind of professionalism at work.”

At that, your eyes widened and shame lit up your cheeks. You hadn’t thought about that at all. While your hickies could be covered up with makeup, it’s not like you’d really get in trouble for having them at work, but as a soldier- a captain no less- you could only imagine what rules they had there.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about that! You won’t get in trou-”

“Shh, shh, princess, it’s fine,” he assured you quickly, drawing you up into a gentle kiss, “My shirt’ll cover it.”

“You’re sure?” you asked meekly.

“I promise, you’re fine.”

With one last kiss, he released your face and you went back to your previous task. Now, though, you made sure to keep any biting to areas that would be covered by his clothes. There were little scars scattered across his skin, little reminders that he had been hurt so many times before, and each one made your heart clench with the need to kiss them away. It wasn’t until you reached the drawstring of his sweats that he finally stopped you and pulled you back up.

“Hey,” you groaned in frustration.

“Uh-uh. Don’t pout at me. What do you want, darlin’? I need you to tell me,” he muttered, breath catching in his throat as you slid your fingers across his waistband.

“I want to taste you finally,” you replied, “I’ve dreamed about it for so long.”

His moan would have made you collapse against the bed if he weren’t holding onto your hips so tightly. Fuck, you knew he’d sound good like that.

“First, this shirt comes off,” he replied, fingers hooking under your tank top.

Lifting your arms, you let him tear the fabric away and were rewarded with a guttural moan when his gaze found your bare breasts. You weren’t even given the chance to put your arms back down before he was knelt on the bed, arm hooked around your back to drag you forward with a growl as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your chest.

“Ah, fuck!” you gasped weakly, fingers sinking into his short hair for support.

“You- are- bloody- gorgeous,” he hissed out between wet kisses, “How you think I could ever resist you baffles me.”

Any embarrassment you would have felt from his comment was washed away the instant his mouth was on your nipple, fingers mimicking the motion on the other one. Each stroke of his tongue across your sensitive bud felt directly connected to your clit. Within moments, you felt both on the brink of orgasm and yet leagues away, your breaths coming out hot and heavy as you pulled him closer still.

“John, please,” you whined, free hand tugging at his pants symbolically.

He grunted, giving a slight shake of his head as he latched onto your breast with fervor, sucking so hard you felt dizzy with need. When he finally pulled back, you almost fell back.

“Head off the end of the bed then, love,” he instructed gently.

It took you a second to organize your thoughts but you finally nodded as he walked around to the end. Laying on your back, you quickly scooted farther down the mattress until your head fell off and you were left face-to-face with his bulge in those damned grey sweats. Oh, what a sight that was. You’d take a picture if you could.

Lifting up just enough to meet his gaze, you hesitantly reached for his pants and asked, “Can I?”

“Go ahead.”

Twisting your hands, you dragged your nails softly down the plains of his abdomen, enjoying the way his muscles clenched against your fingers before you grabbed the waistband and tugged it down. You instinctively froze with an audible gasp as you watched his cock slap against his belly, the tip resting right below his navel. While you could tell he was big through his clothes, you’d underestimated just how big. And fuck was he beautiful, thick and veiny and delectable.

“Jesus fucking Christ, John,” you bit out in disbelief with a laugh, “This is supposed to fit in me?”

Allowing one hand to keep tugging his sweats down, the other came up to wrap around his base. Despite never having been with a man quite as big as him, you knew you could do it, but you also understood it was going to take some getting used to. One wrong move and you’d be in pain for days after.

“Don’t worry, princess, we’ll make it fit,” he purred warmly.

A muted curse left your lips as your core clenched in need. This man was going to be the death of you. Wiggling so your neck was better supported by the edge of the bed, you used your hold on his dick to lead him forward, parting your lips invitingly the moment he was close enough. His taste was overwhelming when he finally pushed between your lips. A hungry moan escaped before you could stop it and your fingers dug into his thighs, urging him forward.

He slowly inched closer, pulling out and sliding back in with each step until he was able to lean over your body, one hand resting beside you on the bed to balance himself while the other busied itself plucking at your nipples. It was hard to take at first, your anxiety telling you that you wouldn’t be able to actually handle his full size, but you breathed through it all and focused on keeping your muscles relaxed.

“Fuck, look at you,” he sighed, scratching his short nails down your stomach, “You’re absolutely stunnin’, love.”

You flinched in surprise when his fingers slipped beneath your shorts but the shock was cut short by rampant desire as he slid his digits along your slit with a groan. The motion flexed his hips forward and buried him further into your mouth, head pressing uncomfortably against your throat.

“Can you take more, darlin’?” he asked softly.

Humming out positively, you quickly swallowed before craning your neck back farther, hoping to open yourself more.

“That’s my girl, relax your throat for me. Tap me if it gets to be too much.”

After letting you take in a deep breath, he began to push deeper. Almost instantly you felt tears flood your eyes. It took every bit of your resolve not to give into the desperate need to gag around him as he pushed in slowly, but you held strong. You’d give everything you could to this man and you wouldn’t complain for a single second.

“Fuck!”

He jerked back suddenly and thrust in just as quickly, then again, until he got comfortable with fucking your mouth. Pressing your tongue against his cock, you were easily lost in the motions, reminding yourself to suck in a breath every other thrust when you could; so lost that you practically jumped into the air when you felt his fingers start moving against your clit. Your entire body melted into the mattress as you gave over to primal desires, brain too full of cotton to do more than allow you to just feel.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, love,” he groaned quietly, “I can’t wait to see how wet you get when I make you come.”

The moan you let out was garbled by his cock but it made him groan your name in return, his hips stuttering in their pace. You nearly whined at the loss of his hand in your shorts but then it was over your neck, wet fingers wrapping around your throat and pressing against the sides as he thrust in as far as possible and held there. You couldn’t breathe, and yet you found you weren’t scared.

“God, look at that. I can see your throat bulgin’ around my cock. I can fuckin’ feel it when I press right here. What a pretty fuckin’ sight you make.”

A broken whine fell from your lips when he pulled back suddenly, leaving your blurry eyes staring at his erection wantingly until he took your hands and guided you up. You were barely upright before his mouth crashed against yours, biting, brutal, and perfect.

“John, please,” you whimpered against his lips, nails finding a home in his arms as you tried to pull him onto the bed.

“I already told you, you need to use your words, princess,” he reminded you firmly.

Wiping away the few tears that had fallen, you nodded and said, “I want you to fuck me, please.”

The smirk that curved up his lips made your heart thump.

“I will, I promise, but not before I have those beautiful thighs wrapped around my head,” he retorted, “Lay down.”

Apparently, you took too long to move in your shock because the next thing you knew, you were shoved back onto the bed. A giggle escaped quietly as you situated the pillow beneath your head but you went silent as you caught the beautiful sight of an entirely naked Captain John Price scaling up the bed over you. Who the fuck gave him the right to be so goddamn gorgeous? He snagged your shorts and tore them off, tossing them away without a second thought before he leaned down over you.

“You and those eyes, darlin’,” he sighed softly, lips pressing softly on your sternum.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

A sharp gasp caught your breath when he turned his head and rubbed his beard against your sensitive skin, teasing across your flesh until he took your hardening peak between his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

When he released you, there was a twinkle in his gaze.

“I used to tell myself I was just seein’ things, but now, now I know,” he murmured, beard trailing across the expanse of your chest until his mouth was hoving over your other nipple, “You’re eyes are so damn beautiful, so expressive. I can see every thought goin’ on behind them and it drives me crazy.”

You licked your lips nervously and asked, “That’s good, right?”

His response came in the form of a growl as his teeth sunk into your breast, tearing a squeal from your chest as you instinctively arched into his touch.

“Very good. I like seein’ what I do to you.”

Butterflies twitched up a storm in your belly as he slowly kissed down your abdomen, taking care to plant his lips on every little spot, even those you hated. When he lifted your legs up onto his shoulder, you couldn’t help the little whimper you let out, feeling beyond exposed to him, a little overwhelmed by the intimacy. It had been years since you’d been with anyone, since even before your ex-husband had left you and Emma, and now you were here with the sexiest man you’d ever laid eyes on lying between your legs, practically salivating at the chance to eat you out when the man you’d been married to couldn’t even be bothered to do more than stick his dick in. What a fucking upgrade.

“Don’t be quiet, love, I want to hear ya,” he ordered lowly, lips trailing up the inside of your right thigh, “Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered back, grinning as you saw the reaction clear in his eyes.

“Good girl.”

He moved slow, so slow that you want to whine and beg him to move faster, but the tingle of his beard and teeth against your skin felt too good. When he finally kissed down your mound and his lips brushed against your slit, you couldn’t hold back a moan.

“That’a girl,” he hummed.

His arms hooked around your legs, pinning them open as one hand dipped to part your lips and his tongue immediately went to the place you craved it most. Instinctively your legs fought to close against the sudden tendrils of pleasure but he easily held them in place.

“Uh-uh, this is mine,” he growled, punctuating his words with a little nibble against your clit.

“Fuck!” you gasped.

Your fingers clung to the sheets for some semblance of restraint as your eyes rolled back and a low moan crawled from your throat. With slow, heavy motions, he lapped at your clit, teasing you up the precipice at a pace that made you delirious for more. Gradually the leisurely licks turned into more precise, quick strokes and you lost your ability to stay silent.

“Please, please more,” you whimpered.

His moan was loud in the quiet room and the heated cadence twisted the knot in your core tighter.

“More what?” he asked huskily.

Though his tongue was no longer at work, he didn’t stop teasing you, letting his fingertips rub your clit oh so gently as he kissed up the inside of your thigh.

“Hmm, princess? Tell me exactly what you want,” he encouraged.

Brows furrowing, you whimpered and battled through the sensations long enough to reply.

“I want you in me,” you gasped.

He chuckled and gave a gentle bite into the meat of your thigh before saying, “I need more to go on. Use your words, little one. What part of me do you want inside of you?”

You slapped a hand over your face in mortification and bit out, “I want your dick in me! Please fuck me!”

“Oh baby, I told you. Not until I’m done with you. You’re going to come undone on my tongue first, then I’ll gladly fuck you.”

Was this man hand-crafted by the gods specifically to give you a heart attack? How did he manage to roll up dominance and sweetness so perfectly? Your thoughts spun out of control when John brought your attention back to him, removing his hold on one of your legs with a little smack to your hip.

“My fingers will have to do for now,” he purred.

Even warned, the breach of his fingers into your cunt set off a miniature explosion. Your walls clamped down tight without thought and your legs shook in restraint as the blissful ecstasy edged rapidly closer. When he added his tongue back into the mix, your brain shut off entirely. Curses and whimpers of desperation filled the air as your nails scrambled for purchase against your breasts.

“Jo-John, fuck yes, please- I-”

“That’s it, love, come for daddy.”

Those words beautifully timed with the flicking of his tongue finally sent you over the edge with a scream. Ecstasy erupted in your core, shocks of pleasure vibrating through your body as he worked you endlessly through it. You instinctively tried to push him away but he snagged your wrist tight, pinning it down against your stomach as he held your hips down against the bed, not giving you even an inch as you thrashed in his hold.

“J-John,l fuckohmygod!”

It was too much, burning and hot and so fucking good. His tongue continued to swirl and dance as he deepened the curl of his fingers with a hungry groan. Before you could stop it, you felt a familiar, debauched pleasure release within. With a cry of shock, you thrashed under him with guilt and indulgence as he pushed you into that rarely achieved euphoria that painted your thighs and his face with slick. It wasn’t until you were frantically jerking at your bonds and begging him through tears, nearly collapsing in on yourself under the stimulation, that he finally drew away with an animalistic growl.

All you could do was lay there, panting and whimpering, and try not to cry like a baby. Never had anyone been able to make you come like that.

“Hey, look at me, princess,” John cooed softly.

You could feel him crawling over you again, his body radiating heat across your rapidly cooling skin, and you instinctively smiled softly at the comfort he brought.

“Love, let me see those beautiful eyes, hmm?” he urged, hand gently stroking your cheek.

After another second or two, you managed to flutter your eyelids open only to find him with worry in his gaze. It was unbearably endearing until you realized just how wet his facial hair was and your cheeks burned hot.

“S-Sorry,” you whispered, reaching up to get rid of the evidence.

John chuckled when he caught your hand before you got anywhere near him, slamming it to the bed beside your head as he leaned in and caught your lips in a soft kiss.

“Don’t ever apologize for enjoying yourself, darlin’,” he replied warmly, “If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t do it. Fuck, I could live off that sweet little cunt, princess. And the way you say my name? God.”

It felt so weird to hear such good things about yourself and it made you want to shrink away but he was having none of that.

“I need to know if you want to continue. If you want to stop, just say-”

“No! I- I want more,” you cut him off quickly, legs wrapping loosely around his hips, “Please.”

Gone was the worry, replaced by wanton lust as a smirk filled his lips.

“You sure?”

Swallowing hard, you nibbled on your lower lip and whispered, “Please… daddy.”

If you didn't know better, you’d have thought you’d slapped him by the groan he let out, his hips subconsciously grinding against your cunt.

“Oh, uh, it might be a little late but… I’m am clean and I’m on birth control,” you added meekly, shuddering under the heat in his gaze, “I- I got tested after Daz cheated and I haven’t been with anyone since then so… It’s- It’s safe if… I just don’t have condoms so…”

You let your voice trail off awkwardly, his silence worrying you until he let out a low sigh. He stretched forward and pressed his lips to your forehead gently as he murmured your name.

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” he murmured, then asked again, “You’re sure?”

“Completely, please, fuck me,” you assured him.

He moaned softly before lifting back up onto his hands, staring down at you with pure unadulterated passion and desire.

“You said it’s been a while, aye?”

When you nodded, he suddenly slipped off to the side, grabbing your hands before you could complain about the loss and drawing you up onto your knees.

“Come, sit on my lap, we’re gonna do it like this so you can control how fast we go,” he explained as he patted his thighs, “Stretched you out a bit but the last thing I wanna do is hurt you, darlin’.”

The thought of sitting on him was less than ideal but you gave into him at his gentle insistence. With his help, you crawled onto his lap, hovering with his cock just against your lips.

“Have you done it this way before?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” you replied shyly.

“Alright, so you’ll start like this, it’ll let you control how deep we go until you’re comfortable, and then once you’re ready, I’ll help you put your legs behind me.”

Your lips quirked up at the mental image and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I know, it sounds silly, but I promise, it’ll be best for you,” he explained with a boyish grin, “And plus, it’ll let me see your beautiful face and these gorgeous tits.”

With a little nod, you carefully widened your kneeling stance and took hold of his cock, guiding him to your entrance. Just feeling his head against you was enough to light that fire in your core again.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered as you lowered your hips.

Your nails were sure to leave marks on his shoulders as you held on for deal life, relishing in the burning stretch of your walls accommodating his size. He didn’t seem to be faring much better if the hiss he let out was any indication.

“There you go, slow and steady, princess,” he purred encouragingly, hands resting on your hips to help guide you.

With a surge of confidence, you silenced him with the sudden drop of your hips, groaning when it felt like the air had been knocked out of you. His name came out as a prayer as you wiggled your hips, impatiently trying to get him in inch by inch. It was a good thing you were soaking wet because otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna think about how hard it’d be to get even that far. After a moment, it felt like too much and you had to pause, taking in deep steadying breaths.

“I know, princess, I know. But you’re taking it so fuckin’ well,” John groaned, “Just take your time. There’s no rush, baby.”

Baby. Fuck. Out of all the names, that one felt the most intimate for some reason. It made your toes curl and pushed you past the hump, giving you the power to keep going. Mama didn’t raise no quitter, as the saying goes. A grin crawled across your lips at the look of pure devastation and pleasure that crossed his face when you finally wiggled again. His head fell back and a devilish growl escaped his clenched teeth. Fingers clawed at your plush bottom and held you in place as you teasingly swayed your hips. It was clear you were more than ready before he was, which you’d take as a massive compliment.

“You feel so fucking good, daddy,” you murmured, grabbing one hand and bringing it to your mouth.

Those beautiful crystal blue eyes had barely met yours before you sucked his thumb between your lips and clenched your core tight.

“Fuck!!” he hissed, thighs jumping under yours, “You- God!”

Swirling your tongue around his thumb and sucking on it like a lollipop, you let your hips settle down further, burying him deliciously deeper in your core until there was no more space between you. Your eyelids fluttered shut against the sudden surge of pleasure igniting in your belly, trying to fight it back. You wanted to focus on him. It was just so hard when he filled you to the absolute maximum that your body could handle. Once you didn’t feel so close to the edge, you rocked your hips left and right and back and forth, watching his face closely and soaking up the unrivaled lust that showed.

“Come here, balance on me, and let’s swing this leg out,” he said hoarsely.

With his instruction, you were able to sit with your legs crisscrossed behind his back and it only pushed him that much further into your cunt, your walls greedily sucking in every inch. The moment you were stable, he was quick to advance on the opportunity, free hand palming your back and jerking you toward him with a hungry moan. Before you could react, he had you melting in the palm of his hands, lips hungrily sucking at your left breast while his fingers plucked the right. All your fight, your will to do this entirely on your own, flitted away slowly with each stroke.

When you finally started moving again, you almost came immediately, a panicked gasp catching in your chest at the way your clit rubbed against his pubis. His warm chuckle barely filtered through your haze until his fingers snarled in the hair at the base of your neck and he jerked you into an achingly sweet kiss, his other arm wrapping around your back.

“That’s it, beautiful, just like that,” he cooed gently.

Of all the fantasies you’d had about John, nothing had ever quite stood up to this. There was something more to this than just raw, animalistic sex and it made your heart beat just a little bit harder.

Every rock of your hips was aided by him, drawing you that much closer and easing the strain on your legs. Soft praises spilled from his lips, encouraging little moans telling you how good you felt, how beautiful you were, how he wanted to stay like that forever. It was almost enough to make you cry but the ever-growing pressure in your core kept your senses on high, making your brain focus more on the pleasure than the intimacy you didn’t know you craved from the big man. Your forehead pressed gently against his as your eyes rolled back and you clawed at his shoulders. There was so much to take in, the passion and emotion both physical and mental, and you were starting to lose grip on all facets of control. Thankfully, he seemed to match your sentiment, hands suddenly pulling you to a halt as he let out a groan.

“I want you on hands and knees,” he demanded gruffly, “Can you do that?”

Nodding hastily, you carefully untangled yourself from him and grabbed a pillow, shoving it beneath your hips to help keep you at the perfect angle.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded gravelly with a sharp smack to your ass.

With a whimper, you wiggled your hips at him and gasped, “I want you in me. Fuck me, please!”

He lined his cock up and immediately slammed in with a heady groan, all sense of worry and compassion gone. Your nails tore into the sheets as he stretched through your walls without hesitation. It was so much at once. That other position had truly babied you against his size. Now, now you were feeling every single fucking inch. Your body instinctively fought against the depths he reached but, mentally, you wanted nothing more than to keep him there for the rest of all time.

“Fuck, oh my god, it’s- mmm- s’too much!”

“Relax, little one. I know it’s a lot,” he purred, hands stroking along your back lovingly.

“Mmmm, yesss. Hurts so good,” you whimpered mindlessly.

“Yeah, but you can take it; can’t you, princess?” he groaned as he started to rock his hips.

Those dirty words were spoken in such a sweet, soothing tone that it made your heart do backflips, a seductive check-in on your mental state and willingness. You nodded against the mattress with a little moan.

“I can- Fuck, I can handle it,” you cried, “Take me, use me.”

He let out a rumbling moan and leaned forward, fingers snarling in your hair and yanking back with a sigh.

“That’s right. This tight little pussy takes me so damn well. Gonna fuck you and make you come so hard you can’t walk afterward,” he snarled.

You felt like a marionette doll, bent and twisted to his desires, and it felt so fucking satisfying. Every stroke of his cock did unbelievable things to that bundle of nerves deep in your core, and as he moved faster, you could feel your climax taking hold.

“Yeahhh, I can feel you tightenin’ love. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, “That’s it, be a good girl and come for daddy now.”

All at once everything coalesced and your vision went black as your world slammed down around you. As he fucked you from one climax right into the next, you felt the tears you’d been fighting finally fall, streaming down your cheeks under the paralyzing rapture. It felt like it was never-ending but then he pulled out, leaving you a babbling mess.

“Wha-”

Your question was cut off as he grabbed your hips and tossed you over onto your back. The instant you were facing him, he lifted you up and you were quick to wrap your legs around his hips for balance, one hand on the bed and the other hooked around his neck. As he ducked down, you welcomed his kiss as if it were life-saving.

No words were spoken beyond grunts and moans of euphoria but there was no denying the conversation flowing between your bodies. Overwhelming and heart-pounding, desire filled your veins and urged you forward to nibble at his throat.

“Come with me, John, please.”

The cry that left his lips as you bit into his neck was devastating and immediately he buried himself as far as possible into you, sending you over once more as his hips shuddered against yours. You thought mindlessly about how there was no better sensation in the world than the twitching of his cock when he came inside you as you trailed your tongue up his neck with a moan. It was the most primal, instinctive claim one could ever have over another.

“Jesus,” he sighed shakily.

You managed a little whimper of agreement as he slowly pulled out. As soon as he moved back, you collapsed onto the bed with a whine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice somewhere between amused and actually worried.

You flashed him a thumbs-up and caught his gaze with a loopy smile. His answering smirk made your body react and a groan escaped again.

“Stop being so sexy. It almost hurts,” you whined.

Laughter filled the room joyously as he plopped down onto the bed next to you. As he drew you in closer, one hand found yours and brought it to his lips. Eyes fluttering open, a rush of embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you realized how intently he was watching you.

“What?” you asked curiously.

“Just admirnin’ you, darlin’,” he replied easily, “You sure you’re okay?”

A hum of agreement left your lips before you flipped your hand over and laced your fingers between his. You weren’t certain where this put the two of you, but it certainly seemed like more than a one-night stand. You hoped.

“When does Emma get back?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment before replying, “Should be back Sunday night, why?”

He drew your hand to his mouth once more, this time pressing little kisses to each fingertip.

“Unless you’ve got other things to do, how would you feel about me staying tonight and I can make us breakfast in the morning?”

You bit your lower lip in hopes of containing some of the surely stupid joy rolling off of you in waved as you gave a little nod. He smiled back warmly but there was a look of uncertainty that passed through his gaze as his other hand sunk into your hair, drawing goosebumps across your skin as he played with the strands.

“And then, if you can put up with me for long enough, I want to take you and the munchkin out for dinner Sunday night. How’s that sound?”

At that, you could no longer contain your excitement. Rolling to face him, you leaned up and caught his mouth in a sweet kiss, trying to convey just how happy that idea made you.

“I’d love to, and I know Emma would be ecstatic. She really adores you,” you admitted warmly.

“Good, now, we’ve got plenty of time until morning and the electricity isn’t even back on yet,” he murmured deviously, fingers tauntingly sliding down your stomach to your thighs, “What say we work on conquering your hatred of the dark, aye?”

#captain price x reader #captain price smut #cod fanfic #cod smut #captain john price

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sugarcloudsky · 1 year

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thanks for explaining what is considered short character thoughts!! I really appreciate it :)) sooo uhmmm.. remember when one of affogato cookies disciples mentioned something about a Licorce gods/spirits or something? I don't remember which one it was- but how would the dark cacaoian cookies react to reader being that licorice sea god/spirit? And they, like, turn into stone when sun comes up? Or when they use over the maximum of their powers? Btw by dark cacaoian cookies I mean like the main ones like dark cacao, affogato..yk, right? And maybe sea fairy cookies reaction to readers relationship with them bc I feel like reader and her would be related if they were like a licorice sea god/spirit.. this isnt as short as I thought it would be- preferably seperatly, I hope this counts as a short character thought though because I'm obsessed with this concept.. Anyway, make sure to eat, sleep, and don't overwork yourself! Take care of yourself and take your time!! If this doesn't count as a short character thought then I'm sorry and I can also wait until requests are open again! Or maybe I'm just overthinking this-

nah ur fine dw!!! sorry for taking a bit to get to this!!! ^_^

didnt get to go too crazy with these bc i didnt want them to get too long, but i honestly think this concept is super interesting! if you want a full fic of this concept feel free to send a request when they open up again!

the rest are under the cut bc it got pretty long anyways, lol

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dark cacao cookie would be wary of you at first. he already shows no mercy for any of the licorice monsters who dared climb the kingdom’s wall, but now seeing a licorice monster that resembles a cookie was definitely something else. not only that, but he’s once again confused when you see you’re very weak, nor even aggressive. he tends to see you wander around the kingdom carefree at dark, only retreating back to the licorice sea when the sun begins to come back up. for now, he’ll leave you be, but just know he’ll always keep an eye on you.

affogato cookie is as always, intrigued. he would immediately try to think of ways to find out more about you, find out how he could use your powers to his own advantage. he sees you strolling the kingdom at night by your lonesome, and he ends up approaching you. he immediately begins buttering you up as much as you can, complimenting and manipulating you in order to gain your power. once he has you, he acts as if he cares for you; giving you a room with covered windows so the sunlight wouldn’t bother you. but in the end, he truly has only selfish motivations.

your first time meeting caramel arrow cookie wasn’t really what you would want when you’re first introduced to someone. unless you like someone pointing their bow at your throat, then yeah. she keeps you still, the string of the bow pulled back ready to shoot you. she’s completely focused on you, waiting for you to make any kind of movement that could be threatening. but you don’t make any other movements, other than raising your hands up in surrender. she huffs, lowering her bow but keeping her guard up. she decides that the king would know what to do with you.

crunchy chip cookie first encountered you when you were wandering around the snowy forests after dark. he was first alerted when he saw his cream wolves run off barking at movement somewhere deep in the forest, only to find you hiding in a tree while the cream wolves kept barking and scratching at the bark to get to you. he immediately prepares to fight, brandishing his claw hand to show that he’s armed. you swear you mean no harm, that you were just frightened from the barking, but he doesn’t buy your story on bit. better start talking, intruder!

sea fairy cookie is the one kindest to you out of everyone. she treats you as her own family, spending time with you as much as she can. she hides you from the sun, knowing it could injure you and turn your entire body into stone within a matter of seconds whenever you’re exposed to even a little bit of sunlight. because you’re only active during the night time, you’ve come to know and love moonlight cookie as well. these two are like family to you, and even if you come from a darker part of the sea, they still love you equally.

#cookie run x reader #crk x reader #sugarcloud thoughts #dark cacao cookie x reader #affogato cookie x reader #caramel arrow cookie x reader #crunchy chip cookie x reader #sea fairy cookie x reader

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voidandabyssal · 5 months

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Hi! I am back! I love what you did with my request and I wish to ask for the same thing but with their brothers.

Again, take you're time and don't rush it <3

Thank you! I appreciate the compliment!!

Papyrus:

Well, unlike Sans which will pretty much just let the guy go (aside from the mild humiliation)

Papyrus will grab the thief’s hand, pull it out of your bag, and lecture him

The thief can struggle as much as he wants, he’s not getting out of Papyrus’s grip

And trust me, it will be long. The thief will have learned his lesson (or at least promised himself to never steal from another skeleton again)

You do have to drag Papyrus away though, or else you’ll be late for your date!

Honesty, this is probably the kindest reaction you’ll get out of any of the skeletons, lol

Edge (uf paps):

Edge is too distracted regaling you with the romantic plans for the night that he doesn’t see the thief until he’s already running off with you wallet

The audacity of them😤😤

Edge squawks in rage (and in embarrassment a little as well)

He’s taking off after the man, and even in his heeled boots Edge is a pretty quick runner

Suffice to say the thief does not get very far before Edge grabs them by the scruff of the neck and yanks them back.

Already he’s growling out death threats and such

Your wallet drops to the floor and Edge dutifully hands it to you

You have to distract Edge long enough for the thief to get away, otherwise an ambulance is going to be called

Edge really doesn’t take this humiliation well and he’s a little quiet for the rest of the night

Luckily with some reassurances (and kisses) Edge is back to normal

Blue (us sans):

Blue recognises the man following the two of you

He’s a well known pocket thief that the police have been searching for for ages.

No way was Blue going to let him slip by! He’s very sorry your walk together was interrupted, but justice must be served!

So technically the thief doesn’t even get the chance to grab anything of yours because Blue pretty much jumps on him screaming for him to put his hands behind his back

What is a scuffle turns into a full on brawl as the criminals friends jump in to pull Blue away

And you cant just leave Blue undefended, so you jump in and start fighting them off

Things only calm down once Blues coworkers arrive and untangle the pile of angry, injured humans

Well, at least Stretch will have something interesting to hear about

Crooks (ht paps):

The thief reaches for the cookies Crooks baked for you

Crooks bends down and nearly bites his hand off🥰🥰

Get you a man who will protect you like Crooks protects his food

Okay but he does end up feeling pretty bad, especially with how hungry the thief was looking

Crooks and you end up sharing some of your food with the poor guy

Apparently he’s been getting chased around by all these different skeletons all day.

Damn. Anyways, Crooks ends up giving some sweet advice to the guy

He hopes the man turns his life around and the two of you head on back home ready to do some more baking

And get Crooks some more pain killers ( that much sudden movement really kills his back, ouch)

#im so glad you enjoyed this enough to request a second one!#undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #undertale headcanons #sans undertale #voidimagines #papyrus x reader #horrortale #underfell #underswap

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goldenlol · 6 months

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also this is sword anon again and honestly your cookie run art is partially why i wanna get back into it after a long time but i remember some drama circulating around that darkmilk has a significant age gap n stuff and in extension so does yammilk (ik your pinned post doesnt include them I just added that since that was part of the discussion) so whats your take on their age thing cuz idk what type of shipper you are lol

HII AGAIN LFMAOO BUT OKFG RLLYYY?? YAYYY

I don’t talk about milkyam cause I just don’t like the ship, or most of its shippers. I don’t like a lot of choco ships tbh..but all I will say, is milk would protect choco from yam BUT THATS IT. THATS ALL.

for me, I hc young prince as 15 and milk around the same age, idk maybe 13? I cant see how people think young prince choco was an adult...?? Yes she went out to find a sword by herself but I think she was only allowed that because she is a good fighter and can survive on her own, it’s obvious cacao had trust that choco will return safely.

She just looks tall or mature for her age ig?? I think it’s because how she was raised, never allowed to be a child and trained to be better but yea no, I fr can’t see her as an adult here

edit: I forgot to add but she still kind of had that “oblivious” mindset I guess? Believing she can save her kingdom and could change her fathers mind even tho he’s so stubborn and that mentality of being “a hero just like his father”, I’m sure thats associated w younger people because “ur just a child you don’t know any better”

after she comes back she sees what her father rlly is and basically calls him a coward. It’s fr someone maturing and seeing someone for what they rlly are, not blinded by the child mentality anymore and only seeing someone as perfect when they’re not at all (not saying cacao is a coward mb minty, but bro wasn’t the best father 🙏😔 I love cacao) but also choco is manipulated easily because of her weak mentality.. my girl.

I know a lot of people are iffy or just hate chocomilk and that’s alr ig but god pls enough w tagging the ship and making threads telling people to hate it.

I know someone whose too afraid to draw it because of what people say and I’m like !! I got you bro I’ll draw it for us!!

Also I don’t think devsis would even allow such a ship to exist if it was wrong?? (it’s funny cause they make art of it n even make captions like that one where choco and lico go to an amusement park together, w “don’t tell milk” )

also I just hate how mischaracterized milk is w choco... my god y’all are weird as fuck w him. Milk wouldn’t harass choco or stalk him pls stop that, it’s uncomfortable..

he respects his space and choco’s life. When he met choco in that cutscene, people took choco being “uncomfortable” around milk, he wasn’t? He was just shocked or just “?? Rlly??” Kind of reaction because this man hasn’t been told anything nice after he became “bad” or whatever, so having someone tell him that he was the reason they became stronger and “want to be just like him” is obviously shocking to her, she wouldn’t believe that she made someone life better because she thought she only hurt people and deserved to be hated and treated in any way.

Anyway yea, they def both met as teens, didn’t see eachother til adults and it’s obvious milk is in love w choco idc (me too bro)

this is long as fuck sorry but GOD I NEEDED TO SAY SHIT!!

Take the cute art tho I love them sm (I think choco just has the mentality that no one could love him after what he’s done so he doesn’t understand why milk faints all flustered n shit but the idea of her being oblivious is cute too 😭 fuck it shes both!!)

also what type of shipper I am?? Wym

#dark choco cookie #milk cookie #darkmilk #chocomilk #God bless goodnight

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Could you do Clotted Cream Cookie romantic headcannons? If so, thank you so much.

I am so rusty at Cookie Run so apologies. I had to do research on his story. His story event is way past me so I had to look hard lol. I did not see the whole event so I am sorry if I get things wrong.

You're both humans or cookies, whatever you prefer.

Yandere! Clotted Cream Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Deception, Overprotective behavior, Implied forced relationship, Kidnapping, Slight delusional behavior, Murder mentioned.

Clotted Cream seems like he'd be manipulative and deceptive.

He's always formal and hides his true intentions from others.

They did say he has a practiced smile....

He seems like he could be very charismatic towards his darling and others around you.

He wants to look out for the future and prepare for danger.

Even if it means hurting or lying to others to see it fulfilled

Clotted Cream is calculated and full of deceit.

He is a diplomant willing to do something harmful or immoral for his Republic.

He has a similar feeling towards his darling.

Deep down he wants to protect you and is willing to do anything for your safety.

Clotted Cream doesn't mind lying to your face and hiding his true intentions from you if it means he'll have you in the end.

Call him selfish but he feels he knows what's best for you.

After all, you most likely trust him.

His smile and words are as sweet as he himself.

He could easily get you to fall for his lies with just a wink and a compliment.

Due to his line of work, Clotted Cream can use the emotions of people against them.

Even more so with you since he has a romantic interest in you.

His flirting seems genuine because it is.

The most genuine thing coming from him is his feelings towards you.

He loves you, your looks, and your sweet personality.

Wouldn't you want a partner with his social status anyways?

He's convinced you'll come to love him, perhaps having a bit of an ego.

Clotted Cream is Manipulative, Stubborn, Overprotective, and Obsessive for the most part.

He relies heavily on his charisma towards you.

He has such a way with words you almost suspect there's nothing up.

You could say that's the benefit to being a diplomat....

It's so easy for him to lie even if he isn't trying to cause you any harm.

His goal is to get you to like him and eventually decide to be beside him.

Y'know... in the more formal and romantic sense.

Clotted Cream would also silence anyone who tried to warn you about him.

They don't need to know his plans...

This is entirely between the two of you.

Clotted Cream doesn't care how he has to silence someone.

Blackmail, threats, or even crumbling crosses his mind.

As long as they stay quiet, he's happy.

Rumors are a dangerous weapon he both doesn't mind using... but also must prevent.

Clotted Cream has a stubborn mindset.

His view on things isn't easily changed and he is very dedicated to his beliefs and delusions.

Not even his darling could change his mind.

By the time he gets you chained to his side there's no convincing him that you need freedom or privacy.

Clotted Cream is overprotective.

Dark Enchantress is not only a threat to his Republic but also you.

You need his protection, which only makes him more eager to get his hands on Soul Jam.

No one understands his ambitions.

He gets obsessive about you and his plans.

Clotted Cream always seems to have an occupied mind.

You haunt his thoughts and throw him off his game.

Clotted Cream would kidnap you like a venus flytrap.

He'd lure you in with his sweet words and smile...

Then lock you beside him in a room, smug that you fell for it.

He'd keep you chained by his side.

He hates anyone who questions his adoration towards you.

Clotted Cream has a sweet taste which hides his bitter deception...

Follow his words and you may never be able to pull yourself away from him.

#yandere cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run #yandere clotted cream cookie

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nerdieforpedro · 5 months

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Wednesday WIP

Hello! 👋🏽 Nerdie here, I am working on a few things:

1. A second entry for @undercoverpena ‘s April Showers Challenge (maybe featuring an agent I haven’t written for a bit). I had a burst of an idea which was different than the original one I had. Such is a Nerdie brain. Don't get lost in there, but there are cookies.

2. Finally progress of my “Wedding 101 with Dieter” fic! I had been having trouble with it. I’m happy to have more Maya, Dieter and Daisy. 🤭 I apologize to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine in advance for any undue stress I shall cause you.

3. Going to finish up my short Frankie body part series which sounds menacing but is the opposite. 😂 Very much so lol It’s called “Only Parts of you Mr. Morales.”

4. I’m working on a Javier Peña series because I feel like I need to give him something nice. Just one thing. 😆 It's very sweet, I have 2 chapters and no idea what to call it. Pfft, go figure. No idea how long it will be - sorry, won't be ready for a bit. Between Javier P and Joel recent. I need to be nice to them. They’re both very haunted. 😖

5. I'm still working on both Din fics and Benny. I'm redoing the outlines. Bullet points are friends and not our enemies. I think. Will there be more random Star Wars people? Is Obi Wan Kenobi a children’s author and Luke that old man who swings his lightsaber in the yard?! Both these things are true. 😌 Messing with Star Wars canon one character at a time. 😂😂😂 The sweet Din fic will remain so. My walking pile of nervous Beskar. 💚

And that's about it, I've cut back a bit on writing to do more school work (papers...ugh...writing about not Pedro. 👀 Eww...)

Previews under the cut:

Anyway, somehow, I went from being stuck in chapter five for 'Weddings 101 with Dieter' to now being in chapter six. I'd like to thank Hemmy for being so encouraging and @megamindsecretlair for discussing Pedro and Oscar with me the other night. I feel like I should make notes and keep both of those in mind for future fics because it's the right thing to do.🫡 Just thinking about it is… 🫠

This is a small excerpt from chapter six, we should all know Nerdie's humor by now 🤣:

“Who’s banging on my door this damn early?! You better get out of here!” “Dee at least ask who it is.” “I don’t care, it could be the president, pope or, no Beyonce could come in.” “I am not meeting Beyonce in my robe. My hair is a mess, my face is puffy, I haven’t showered yet…that’s not who it is!” “I mean, if she shows up on this door, she’s gonna have to be okay with my bare ass, balls and your robe with your cute puffy face. It’s just us. You don’t need one. I’m just going to take it back off to eat you for-” “MR. BRAVO IT’S ME ZACK! YOUR ASSISTANT!” He screamed, he didn’t need to hear Dieter removing anything off of Maya or eating her in any capacity, they can do that after he leaves later. Never any filter with this damn man, he just needs to remind himself of his loans. This job pays the loans.

Gotta love how....open Dieter is with everything. Even Sasha Fierce is not safe. 😭

Second is from my pending Javier Peña fic (I'll think of a good name, I swear!):

Meeting his gaze had her mouth run dry, the sandy tone to his skin contrasted with more papaya tones in his neck. Dark hair and kind eyes behind a gold pair of aviators perched on his curved nose. Tourmaline waves parted on the left side of his crown were matched by his bold eyebrows and thick mustache. His lips were a lace pink and plush. The sunlight made the sweat along his neck glimmer, accentuating its definition. The light blue shirt made the reds and browns in his skin stand out even more. “Did you need to get some fresh air too?” She asked, he could be doing that, escaping someone like she was doing or something else entirely. Now she was curious too, about this man who’d chosen to sit next to her.

I very much enjoy my description of Javier, hehe 😉

That's it! Normally I have more, but it's either still in bullet form or in my head. 🤭

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @604to647 @connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @rhoorl

@goodwithcheese @soft-persephone @djarinmuse @pedroshotwifey @magpiepills

@secretelephanttattoo @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@laurfilijames @grogusmum @alltheglitterandtheroar @jessthebaker @musings-of-a-rose

@julesonrecord @wannab-urs @schnarfer

#wip wednesday #Nerdie update #javier pena fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #benny miller #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfiction

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miawstic · 1 year

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oh hey!

it's me! I'm back!

lots of folks are flocking over from twitter right now, so now seems like a good time to start again for myself as well—though I've actually been thinking about starting again for a long time now. a lot has changed in my life and in return I've changed a lot about this blog, so I'll be talking about it all for a bit.

there'll be a tl;dr at the bottom if you don't feel like reading it all, but I'd appreciate if you did!

so, hey. I thought for a long time about what to do with this account. this place spawned and held a lot of memories of people who did me wrong and the mistakes I'd made, and it was bad enough for a while that I just didn't want to look at it at all.

it took a long time to accept what happened to me and that it shouldn't have happened, and that I shouldn't be protecting and supporting the people who were involved anymore. but, yeah, I think I was kinda groomed. that sucks, and I won't go into details about it. I'm thankful to have the clarity I have now as an adult to come to terms with it.

I considered wiping this account entirely and moving to a new account—both to try to erase what happened and to have a more appropriate place to house the new type of content I've moved onto. but, I've had this account since the day I turned 13. I'm 22 now. it's been my home and I'm not letting any assholes' influence taint it and take it away from me. also, I can post what I want, lol.

that all being said, though, I have updated the look of this this place to match my current tastes! I'd like to do even more, but I'll need to draw stuff to do that. so, while this blog has already been hugely overhauled, it'll continue to be a work in progress until I get the time to make some assets for it. I also wiped a large chunk of my old posts because, frankly, nobody needs to see all of that. and, y'know, memories of being groomed and all that, lol. I'd like to totally redo my about as well—maybe make a new one entirely somewhere else?

speaking of Blogs and Posting, I should probably let you all know that I'm not going to be posting anymore megaman content anymore—neither through my own posts nor reblogs. I've grown out of that fanbase, and I think it's time to move on for everyone's sake. if that disappoints you, I'm sorry, but also, I'm not sorry because this is the best thing for me. I don't need it anymore, but I'm grateful for all the growing I did while being into it. you're entirely welcome to leave if cookie run and my ocs aren't your jam—thanks for staying with me all this time! and to those who choose to stay regardless, you have my whole heart. thank you to both!

I can't say how often I'll be posting here, as I've gotten a lot of things in my life now that eat up my time (this is a good thing, in my teenage years I would've never imagined having the responsibilities I have now!). on top of two jobs, I also co-own the cookie run kingdom wiki now! managing and improving that place takes a LOT of my time, seriously. it's made me slow down significantly in making my art, but that's alright—I seriously love it there, and I've met so many amazing people and built a lot of other skills from being there. like coding! I can do that now! I'm responsible for coding and designing a very big portion of the templates and extra styling on there, and I'm very, very proud of it! being a representative of the wiki, you can always feel free to ask me about the site, its policies, etc. here. also, I'll probably be going back to school soon...

but anyways, oh yeah, art. I've got a pretty good backlog of completed drawings that I'll be posting to here. I'll be queuing the posts to come out at probably a rate of one a day until they're up, though. no more posting 7 pieces in one day and posting the next in 3 months (at least for now 🤔). like I said, I don't have a ton of time to draw constantly like I used to, but I'll do what I can in making more in the future. as for what I'll be drawing, I mean, probably cookie run. maybe some ocs though, because I've got a few ideas. maybe things from my other interests? we'll see! I've also been sculpting a lot, actually...

and yeah, don't let the seriousness of this post fool you; I'll certainly still be reblogging dumb, non-serious posts like I always did. fixing up the look of the blog itself is enough professionalism I think 😵‍ also! I'll be letting up on all the trigger warning tags I had used in the past—scopophobia, animals, food, that kind of thing—because I've literally never been asked to tag anything like that. I mean, feel free to let me know if you do need things like those tagged, but, starting now, I'm going to take it a little easier with the tags. very common triggers (blood, abuse, so on) will still be tagged, of course.

I think that's it? yeah. nice to be here again, it's much more relaxed and individualized than twitter! I think I almost felt intimidated by tumblr for a long time since it almost feels like posts need to have more "purpose" than tweeting on twitter. but, like, I'm older and give less of a shit now. my house, I post silly thing.

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thanks for reading if you did! here's your tl;dr:

I've deleted the majority of my old posts and revamped the look and theming of my blog to have a fresh start, to cut rotten ties, and to have a place that suits my current self. also so I don't have to be embarrassed every time I post.

no more megaman! in terms of art, it'll be cookie run and maybe some ocs, or whatever else. art won't be frequent, though, because I'm always busy with work and the crk wiki.

I'll be posting my backlog of completed art over the next few days.

I'm no longer tagging the more specific trigger tags like scopophobia (unless you really want me to???).

you should commission dani.

#mad gab #grooming mention /#do we still use slashes in tags? maybe I'm just a grandpa

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Hi! can i get a genshin, bsd and mysme mashup? :D

My pronouns are they/them, I'm demisexual demiromantic! I could give you my full typology and birth chart but i think that would be too much, im a ENTP 7w6 sx-sp, capricorn sun, piscis moon and scorpio rising.

I suffer in my 5'1, im tan(? let's just say im tan bc i have no clue how to describe skin tones in English, i have short, red hair but my natural color is more like a dark brown, i have brown eyes

Im spontaneous, observer, i want to say im funny but ngl idk, im anxious and ambiverted more on the introverted side. idk what else to say lol. I'm like 707, najimi osana, luz Noceda, reki Kyan and Entrapta

i love rpg maker games, typology, any kind of horror media, asmr, anime and kpop. im currently hyperfixated on ace attorney, genshin impact, fnaf and cookie run, my special interests are deltarune, undertale and cats. i love plushies, fashion dolls and that's it ig. my favorite animes are saiki, snow white with the red hair, Ouran Highschool Host club, komi can't comunicate, kill la kill and bsd. my current favorite book series is tian guan ci fu ;)

my favorite genshin characters are childe, all the anemo boyband and lisa

i hate red cherries, ren yamai, people that just miss the entire point of characters, homophobia, ableism and racism and i can't think of anything else tbh

i love reading, watching movies and anime, playing videogames, making art and sleeping.

i have adhd and possibly autism :D

anyways thats all

Hello! Sorry this took a while, I've just finished the first half of semester at uni and I'm on break now so I'm catching up on some writing. Hope you like your matchup!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Kazuha is a good match for you in so many ways. He's just the right balance of introvert and extrovert so you won't have to worry about him crossing any boundaries or not expressing his own boundaries.

He's also one of anemo boys so that's also a big plus!

Your spontaneous side is something Kazuha takes great delight in. He's fairly spontaneous himself, often letting his next step be determined by what his heart says.

Having someone close to his heart that shares that nature brings him comfort.

People watching with Kazuha on a lazy afternoon? It's definitely going to happen!

He would also love to read with you and spend time together doing your respective arts.

He'll definitely write poems about your art. For example, if you're into painting, he would love to write poems about whatever you're painting.

Modern AU Kazuha would enjoy watching anime with you. He's not really into any shows in particular but he has a fondness for romcoms and romance anime in general. He'd probably enjoy watching Ouran Highschool Host Club with you.

A relationship with Kazuha is one filled with art and tranquillity. He'll always make sure you feel valued.

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

I think Poe is a good match for you, despite you two being the exact opposite of the saying "opposites attract".

You and Poe are very similar but while he is a complete introvert, you have enough extrovert tendencies to help bring him out of his shell a bit.

That's not to say he's going to start going out clubbing every night. Poe is still very much the introvert. But he'll at least be able to have conversations with other people as long as you're with him.

Poe would love it if you would read over his drafts! With your observation skills he's sure you would be able to provide some insight that would make his writing that much better, no matter how small a comment it is.

He'd love to read with you as well. Whether it's one of you reading out loud to the other, reading the same book over the other's shoulder, or reading your own things, he loves the peace that comes with relaxing with another person.

Loves your fondness for plushies! They remind him of his connection with Karl (who loves you as well).

Poe isn't big into horror stuff but he'll sit beside you with eyes closed tight while you watch your favourite horror things. It's one of the ways he can think of to show you his affection.

Poe's not the best at expressing himself, but he'll try his best to show you that he truly cares!

In Mystic Messenger, I match you with...

Jaehee is the most supportive partner anyone could ever have.

She's already got plenty of practice dealing with people like 707 so she'll have no worries interacting with you.

There's no escape for Jaehee. Her boss loves cats. 707 loves cats. You love cats. At least she can go out for coffee with Zen and escape the cat manics (affectionate) for a while.

Okay, Jaehee is a huge fan of Tiān Guān Cì Fú! I don't know why, but I get that feeling. She loves that you love it as well and she would be so happy if you would spend one of her few days off reading the whole series together.

I feel like Jaehee isn't super into anime but it's mostly because she doesn't have time to watch it. Introduce her to some of your favourite shows and she'll cherish the time.

She doesn't get time off very often so most of your time spent together would have to be early morning or late night.

If it's early, Jaehee will be subtly checking her clock to make sure she's not running late. She gets caught up in whatever she's doing with you so she has to be careful so that she doesn't forget about work.

If it's late, you'll have a sleepy Jaehee on your hands. She wants to give you her undivided attention but sometimes her busy schedule catches up to her and she'll start to doze off. She finds your company far too relaxing!

Jaehee is a dedicated and supportive partner who will always take time to make sure you feel cared about.

#writing #fandom #match up #match up request #request #genshin impact #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #bungo stray dogs #edgar allan poe #edgar allan poe bsd #mystic messenger #jaehee kang

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bimboneko · 1 year

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okay so, do you have any backstories or lore for any of your OCs? Like the GTA lady, or the furry ones, or even the cookie run ones? I'm curious to hear if you have any story planned for them?

I have so much lore for each anon we'd be here all day if I listed them all in one go 😭

Buuuut I'll try to give a good mini run down of the few you listed! (Sorry if it's a bit long!)

Yinberry (the pink yellow foxcat girl) is my main oc! I practically consider her my "mascot" atp lol. Anyway, she's just your average airheaded but super sweet run of the mill bimbo. I don't necessarily have a story planned out for her atm, but I imagine her daily life is pretty eventful! She goes out clubbing quite often with her friends and absolutely loves to shop (big surprise) When she's not partying or re-doing her highlights, she's most likely working at the boba tea cafe nearby her apartment.

"GTA Lady" is Kelsey! Her story takes place in GTA IV. She lives in a pretty small apartment by herself in no other than Liberty City. She's often seen hanging out at any bars either having a smoke break or having a lil drink with her friends. Other than that she has a part time job at a call center for some TV company. She's got a temper and a lil sass if you get on her bad side, but is also kind hearted and quite soft spoken. I imagine she meets Niko through Mallory or Elizabeta since she's been friends with the two of them for a few years or so!

For Cookie Run, Mangonada Cookie is my main from that fandom lol. She co-owns a bakery with her mom, Mango Smoothie cookie. Other than baking, she loves gardening and often goes on bike rides. She's very sweet and kinda shy but she starts to be a bit more social once you get her out of her shell!

But yeah thats pretty all I can think of atm! Feel free to ask anything else though anon because I sure as hell didn't list ALL the info/lore lol. My ocs are my pride and joy so I love about them c:

#bimboasks

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lulupen2023 · 2 years

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Fluff is In bloom: Like Father, Like Son

Summary: A collection of hyper fluffy and BellDom stories, of any era, as long as there's fluff and some filled prompts

I- Like father, Like Son: it's T2L , get ready to deal with super lovely baby Bing, fun and cuteness are in the air!

This work participates in the initiative '#SpringBingo ’ of the group @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

I'm really sorry if I keep flooding this section but inspiration doesn't stop knocking on my door and these are the results.

probably no one cares, but i like sharing anyway, hoping to make someone smile...

Prompt used:

'It's Gonna Be a success!' by Jeremy Marsh Blue eyes, by Alex Antognazza He had enjoyed X years of total irresponsibility, by Clau Albertini Time, by Artemis Karpusi Vargas Good manners, by Elena Altamura

Disclaimer: nothing of this ever happened, I don’t know Matt, Dom (I wish I could!) nor all the people around them, I don’t earn a single coin from writing that, I just please my crazy mind, lol

Like Father, Like Son

“It will be a success. I'm sure." comments Matt, to say the least excited, concluding his phone call. “Are you inspired for a new song to write, Bells?” asks Chris, sitting next to him in the lobby of the London Hotel where they stayed to participate in three different programs in the space of just five days.

Normal routine when they are in full promotion.

"There's not only work ,Chris, especially if you have a little baby waiting for you at home all eager, you who are the father of two hundred children should know this better than anyone!" replies Dom, who, as usual, knows every detail of the life of his best friend and life partner… in every sense.

“You are always so exaggerated. I only have six!” specifies the bassist, and then scratches the back of his neck a little embarrassed, assailed by a doubt that only statistical research can remove, as they get into the taxi that will take them to the airport. “So… has it arrived?” turns to Matt Dom, perhaps even more excited than him.

“Yeah, Manson just called me, it's custom made for Bing, he even sent me pictures!” Matthew approaches him, proudly showing the display of his mobile.

Chris doesn't even pay attention to them, busy as he is scrolling through the results of the google pages.

“But she's beautiful, you're right, Matt. It will be a success!” Dom lights up with enthusiasm, giving him a big smile.

“Instead of going right back to Los Angeles I’m gonna stop at Exeter to go and collect it, because, it's true, I could have it delivered, but I prefer to bring it myself. Dommeh, do you want to come with me?” the frontman asks, with perhaps too much expectation gleaming in his blue eyes.

Dom, however, is about to disappoint those expectations. “Sure, only to see you run to your family and act like you're in a goddamn breakfast cookie commercial? Thanks, but no thanks!" snorts the drummer.

“I should have known,” sighs Matt, his blue eyes now glazed with gray disappointment. “But know that yours is the only cookie that makes me happy. Oh wait, I didn't mean it to sound so wicked and lustful." he thinks back to how he formulated that sentence, with a nervous laugh. In response, Dom gives him one of his best pouts.

“Oh, Bells, it's such a pity you didn't mean it.” He whispers in his ear, nibbling a little on the earlobe.

Expectations come back to sparkle again in those blue eyes, they are only postponed to a later date. "Oh yes, I'm afraid I have a slightly above average level of procreation..." Chris mutters, on the train that is taking him home, closing Google and regaining awareness of the world around him and with it also a familiar face who is watching him sitting on the opposite seat.. “Hey, Matt, but you weren't supposed to go back to Los Angeles together with Dom?”

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Time to have his precious extra baggage to add to the airport check-in and Matt really comes back to Los Angeles. He agrees to welcome Kate with a noteworthy kiss and then rushes off to whom is the greatest joy of his life. As soon as Bing sees him, he rushes towards him with a somewhat awkward but very tender run. “Daaadddyyy!” he giggles happily, letting himself be picked up. “Heellooo, my beautiful love, look what daddy brought you!” Matthew smiles at him, leading him towards the living room where he has abandoned all the luggage. With more eagerness than his son, he gets rid of the packaging and the box that protects that precious gift which turns out to be a miniature electric guitar, but certainly not a toy; it is perfectly capable of playing and can also be amplified. The background is glossy black, crossed by rainbow spirals, as is the small shoulder strap too.

"Isn't she wonderful?" Matthew says mostly to himself, observing her- to him every guitar is a she- enraptured, only to realize that the child has already run to the other room. Matthew sighs a little disappointed, but the truth is that he's too tired to feel bad. -----------------------------------

The next day things seem to go a little better: Bing has accepted that Matt put the shoulder strap on him, making him hold the guitar in his hands and now he's imitating his father a bit when he's on stage, thanks to a video of a concert by the Muse that Matt is showing him.

Bing also has a plectrum in his hand that strikes the six strings and the fingers of the other hand touch the frets without any precise logic

Luckily for Kate and mostly the entire neighborhood, the little guitar is unplugged from the amp.

When he least expects it, Matt sees Bing pull out the guitar and grab it by the neck, lifting it.

Matthew is convinced that the little kid is about to break her, instead he sees him put her on the ground, as delicately as possible, give her two caresses with his little hand and then go away.

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"There's nothing to do. My son doesn't want to learn to play the guitar." Matthew vents disconsolately the following day, on the phone.

“Matteh, you remember that he's yet to turn two years old in three months, don't you? And there's that thing called time, your son has plenty to spare," Dominic points out.

"It doesn't matter, it's not a matter of time, it's something that must be innate and I understood that it's not," sighs the other unhappy.

"Why? Did you realize that you wanted to play piano and guitar since you were in your mother's womb?” Dom teases him.

“Well, basically yes and probably my first cry was in falsetto!” Matt plays along and they both end up laughing. “Yesterday then, at one point Bing lifted the guitar, almost in anger, and I really thought he was going to throw her on the ground, breaking her.”

“Oh, no!” the drummer gets alarmed.

“But no, he put her away with kindness and left, as if nothing had happened. Not even this satisfaction he has given me” "Satisfaction?!"

“Yes, Dom, I could already see him on stage in a dozen years or so, crashing guitars against amplifiers, just like his father, but no, I find myself a serial guitar caresser at home!” the frontman grumbles.

"I've given up on understanding you... if anything, you should be thankful that your son has good manners" Dom rolls his eyes. "Though, Matt, have you thought that maybe the guitar isn't the right instrument?"

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About a week later, Matthew shows up at Bing with a custom-made grand piano for the little one.

He sits him down and Bing, with a very unconvinced look, tries to press a few keys, repetitively, getting so bored that he throws a tantrum until his father pulls him down from that little stool that seems like an insurmountable obstacle to him.

Finally free, Bing crawls on the floor until he devotes all his attention to a clothes peg that he accidentally found on the floor, which he evidently must find much more stimulating than the piano.

Matthew, on the other hand, goes to vent his frustrations on his piano, composing a grandiose and at times a bit disturbing melody. ---------------------------------------

“Thank you for coming, Dommeh, so you can see it with your own eyes,” Matthew drags him into the house, as soon as he sees him arriving in the taxi.

"You've been begging me to come by for two days, calling me at any hour of the day or night... let's say you mostly took me out of exhaustion." snorts Dom.

"Kate isn't here, she's on a movie set and she's going to have it for weeks." the frontman informs him.

“This is excellent news.” the blond definitely changes his mood.

“Bing, daddy's love, come here, do you feel like showing Uncle Dom how you play the piano?” Matt calls him and the child runs, but more to jump into his beloved uncle's arms than to fulfill his father's request.

"Noooo, piano, ewww... ugly piano, boring.." the little one complains, with the most annoyed of expressions. "I'll pretend I didn't hear." Matt grumbles through clenched teeth. “Have you seen how he behaves?” he immediately turns to Dom.

"Bing, don't you really want to try, even if Uncle Dommeh plays the piano with you?" Dominic tries to persuade him, but in the act of bending down to put him back on the floor, the drumsticks in his back pocket slip, falling to the floor.

Bing immediately grabs them and starts banging on the floor. “Bam, bam, bam, this is fuuuun!” he chuckles, moving towards the wall.

“Bing, stop now!” his father dictates. “Nooo! Bam, bam, bam again!” protests the little one, hitting the cushions of the sofa, not too satisfied with the noise he gets up to the height of his father's shins, that he doesn't hesitate to hit repeatedly and even with a certain violence, amused by the somewhat woody noise.

“Ouch!” poor Matt moves away from his beating fury, which continues with the adjacent furniture. “What did you say about good manners, Dom?”

“Oh come on, that was fun!” chuckles the blond. “Rather answer me…why do you always go around with drumsticks in your pocket?”

"Well, if I meet a fan I can give them to her, then, who knows, one thing leads to another..." replies Dominic, with a sexy smirk.

Teasing Matthew's jealousy is always good and proper. Although seeing how much his beloved best friend overflows with joy whenever he is with his little baby gives the handsome drummer a little to think about. He has enjoyed years and years of irresponsibility, he wonders if perhaps the time has come to settle down and find himself a steady girlfriend, without giving up on the one true love of his life.

- Who knows… maybe in a few years even I will hold a little me in my arms !- Dom gets lost in his considerations, not disdaining that possibility at all..

Meanwhile Bing has found the ultimate victim: the small piano.

He begins to beat the drumsticks with force and a frantic rhythm, trying to hit every key he encounters in no particular order.

Needless to say, it just emits an unbearable cacophony.

Matt looks at Dom and he sees pride in her blue eyes. “My son is a genius and has created a new instrument: the pwums or the dwiano!”

“Matt, be consistent, this just can't be called music!” Dom complains, plugging his ears. “But, you know, this is giving me an idea, do you trust me?” ------------------------------------------

And since Matthew blindly trusts his beloved, the next day Dom shows up at the Bellamy/Hudson house with something very special.

The time to build it and in a short time Bing is faced with mini drums, similar in all respects to one for adults, with drumsticks more within his reach.

It goes without saying that the child is beside himself with joy, he sits down, starts hitting every part of it and doesn't stop for hours.

Fortunately for the neighborhood, the room is completely soundproofed.

Matthew has to accept it: his son will probably never become a guitarist or a pianist. -It doesn't matter, I can always pass on my good taste in clothes to him!- the handsome pianist does not lose heart.

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Famous last words.

The following afternoon the two musicians scamper through every children's clothing store, with Matt getting excited every time he finds some shirt or onesie with aliens or sprinkled with glitter or both, and Bing crying his head every time his dad tries to make him wear something like that.

Among the many items on offer, Dom grabs a shirt with images of Spiderman on it in various attack positions and Bing waves his hands enthusiastically, a sign that that will be the winning purchase.

There is a sector that separates them from the cash registers and it’s the one of toys and stuffed animals.

Matthew gets excited when he sees a giant banana that can even be peeled off, pulling various zippers up and down.

“Bing, don't you also think it's the most beautiful toy in the universe? It also smells like banana! It's soft, it's giant and it's super bananish!” Matthew waves it in front of him but mostly tends to hug it to himself.

Bing doesn't even look at that thing, but reaches out for a small stuffed leopard.

Matt glares at Dom.

"Bells, look, I have nothing to do with it!" The handsome drummer gets defensive, and then turns to the boy. “Hey, little champion, you like this big cat's specks, don't you? I like them a lot too. So uncle Dommeh is gonna buy it for you,” he decides, grabbing the puppet with one hand but taking with the other the giant banana that Matt reluctantly decides to put back on the shelf. "And we pass this off as another toy for you, but we all know who I'm really buying it for!" he adds, earning an enthusiastic grin from Matthew.

Leaving the shop, Matthew seems lost in thought, while Bing has fallen asleep in the stroller.

Dominic leaves him silent throughout the journey, but when they arrive at the frontman's house, he can't hold back any longer.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, Bells?"

“I was thinking… Bing is blond. He loves the drums. He likes Spiderman. He also seems to love leopards… aren't you and Kate hiding from me that he's actually your son?”

In response, Dom bursts out laughing.

“Oh please, Matteh, don't be silly. Bing couldn't be more like you!”

Matt looks at him puzzled, confusion making his blue eyes a little darker. The fact that he's so narrow-minded at times only makes him all the more lovable to Dom.

“And why do you say that, Dom?”

“Because Bing is exactly the same as his father: he can't resist me!” the drummer rejoices, taking advantage of the walls that now protect them from prying eyes to reach out to him and give him a kiss.

"Like father, like son!" chuckles Matt, much more relieved now. “Well, you know, Bing's nap usually lasts more than an hour…”

“Uhmm… and listen, do you have any ideas on how to pass the time?” Dominic looks at him seductively.

“You, me… and the giant banana!”

THE END

Notes:

hope you enjoyed it, but I'm getting sadly accustomed to slience… :'(

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earthbreadconfessions · 2 years

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hey guys, mod cyborg here

i wanted to apologize for my absence and also the inactivity of this blog. its still a small-ish blog but i feel like i owe you guys an explanation anyways.

long story short, ive been dealing with a lot of personal shit in my life and i havent rly had the energy or time to manage a blog like this. on top of that, ive kinda stopped hyperfixating on cookie run? i still like it a lot but its very hard for me to keep up with it because of how frequently they push out updates.

that said, i still enjoyed running this blog a lot and i would like to continue running it. it's a lot of fun making these edits and bringing back memories of older confession blogs on tumblr. i also have a new blog for object show confessions that i am going to get up and running if you are into that, @objectshowconfessions

tl;dr sorry for being gone requests are still open lol. much love goodnight

#cookie run #mod cyborg🔌

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3, 38, 42, 45, 49, 52, 54, 55, 56, 57, 61, 62, 83, 110, 127, 129, 132, 134

3: 3 fears

tunnels

caves

long hallways (those were all basically the same but whatever)

5: 4 turns on

didn't ask this one but want me to answer hm..

whispering 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 (i can't add enough of these umm)

nice handwriting

driving (i mean someone else it's just really hot idk idk)

this is maybe specific but someone running a hand through their hair oh i'm dead i'm sorry i just

38: the reason i joined tumblr

oh i was on this website that was like 'best places to read fanfiction' (i was looking at it for different places to post aha) and tumblr was one of them so i signed up lmao

42: when did i last hold hands?

wednesday lol but with someone besides family then uhh somewhere in may

45: where am i right now?

in someone else's bed

49: am i excited for anything?

hmm honestly just excited to live tomorrow to call up my favorite person

52: when was the last time i hugged someone?

today aha i'd go insane without it

54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not?

of course

55: what is something i disliked about today?

there's this keychain i take with me everywhere because i love it sm and it has some important meaning to me i kinda felt like someone got it for me hm (all she did was show me the store but same thing fight me) um. anyways. it broke today and i cried a lot in a public restroom.

56: if i could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

someone whose name is saved in my phone with a bunch of heart emojis

57: what do i think about most?

lately all i can think about is this pretty girl whispering dirty things to me i'm sorry actually no i'm not

61: what was the last lie i told?

few hours ago, about what i would be doing when i get the house to myself in a few days

62: do i prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

i really hate both of those actually

83: do i have any relatives in jail?

yes lol and some that should be but aren't

110: gotten my heart broken?

yes...

127: met someone famous?

NCTTT :3

not someone i've met ha i mean the number.. anyway

yess i met zero the hellhound (maybe not famous but he's real popular with furries)

oh someone i know really well is in a lot of movies does that count hm

129: peed outside?

nope

132: been rejected by a crush?

nope anddd it's gonna stay that way cause i would never have it in me to tell someone i like them

134: what do i want for my birthday?

uh cookie cutters and for my girl to tell me she loves me :3

#thank youu #i need to post more of these hm..

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Can I request nsfw+fluff gojo x fem!reader? (established relationships) Just gojo being horny and needy after weeks not seeing reader due to work. (Uuuu and may I add breeding kink too <3 ) Lmaooo what's wrong with me✋🏻😔 I love your works btw and just take your time💕💕 here *slides a cookie 🍪 *

YESSSS gojo + breeding kink is top tier. i got a little carried away with this one lol

When We Meet Again

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: shameless smut. oral (fem receiving), creampies, mating press, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff and smut. slight somnophilia (kinda??) fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

jjk masterlist

It's well past midnight by the time he gets home.

Save for a single light in the kitchen, the apartment is dark. Leftover pastries sit out on the counter, covered with a bowl to keep bugs from getting to them, alongside your keys, and an empty mug of tea. A grocery list has been stuck to the fridge. A rack of dishes sits beside the sink, drying.

You're not in your usual spot on the couch. He's not surprised. It's late. And though you don't have work in the morning, you were never one to stay up so long. You must have gone to bed already. You might have stayed up had he bothered to tell you he was coming home. But he didn't. His plans changed at the last moment, and not even he knew he'd be back so soon.

He hates being gone this long. He misses sleeping in his own bed. Sometimes he forgets just how cold a bed can be without someone else in it.

The door to your shared room is open. Though it's dark. There's a faint green glow from the alarm clock on the side table. The moon is full enough tonight to provide a bit of light; a pale silver glow fills the room. And there you are, curled up on his side of the bed. In one of his shirts. A black button up that’s a bit too big for you, with sleeves that hang well past your fingertips.

It's not like he can refuse. If he’s getting called out to help, then there's probably not someone who can go in his place. The strongest doesn't really have time to take a vacation. He’s on call 24/7. Between his teaching job at Jujutsu Tech, and the major clans of Jujutsu society constantly demanding his attention, he’s rather short on free time.

It was a tedious job. Not worth his time. Not particularly tough, albeit time consuming. But the previous two sorcerers came back with nothing. And so he was sent out. Cleaning up someone else's mess.

The first week he called every day. The job wasn’t supposed to take any longer than that. Or so you both assumed. As the second rolled through, your calls grew shorter, and less frequent. He found himself frustrated with the lack of contact. It wasn't either of your faults. Your work called for you to be out during the little free time he had. Overtime. When you did have time to call each other, you were often exhausted, and short with him. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship.

The worst part of it all; he couldn't fuck you. And for a man that could go multiple rounds in a day, that was miserable. His love language is touch. Not being able to hold you was… well, miserable.

You don't really know the extent of the effect you have on him.

He's too tired to change, and he showered before he left, so he strips to his boxers and pulls his side of the blankets aside. Tomorrow is laundry day anyway. You always choose Sundays for laundry day, because that's the day before you have to go back to work. There's just enough room between you and the edge of the bed for him to slip in.

When something makes him stop dead in his tracks.

It's your voice. You’re calling out his name. You aren't awake, and though you do sometimes talk in your sleep, tonight is different. When it does happen, it's usually nonsense. Soft, endearing babble that he can't help but listen to. He says your name, softly, but you don't respond. Enough moonlight streams in through the window to see your face. Your brows are knit in concentration—possibly frustration—and sweat beads in your hairline.

Are you having a nightmare?

The bed dips under his weight as he sits, resting a hand on your thigh. Your skin is rather warm, he notes. You roll over onto your side, burying your face in his pillow. He pulls the blankets up, tucking them around your shoulders, as you’ve kicked them down by your feet in your sleep.

There it is again. You say his name, but there's a level of desperation behind it.

There's no denying the wetness between your thighs. You squeeze your thighs together in an unconscious attempt to get some relief. Your breathing is labored.

It's only a moment later that the realization kicks in.

The grin that splits his face can only be described as malicious in nature.

His hand creeps higher on your thigh, nudging the hem of your—his—shirt up. You’re not wearing anything underneath. The sight of your slick cunt is nearly enough to make his cock stand to attention.

His gaze falls to the curve of your hips, just barely illuminated by the moonlight. He likes the light of you in his shirt a little more than he likes to admit. Though he’s never been quiet about how much he appreciates your body.

Your body freezes the moment his thumb grazes across your slit. So does he. You’re so wet. Must be a real nice dream. You roll onto your back, your legs parted slightly. The soft gasps and moans that leave you are like music to his ears. Gojo takes this as an invitation to continue, his hand moving further up your thigh, lazily tracing circles into it.

You must've missed him more than he expected.

Your body registers that someone is touching you before it registers just who is doing such. In your sleepy, dream-ridden state you don't recognize the figure in front of you. In the dim light of the room, you can make out a mess of white hair, and the reflection of dark, round glasses shoved up into his hairline. Gojo’s eyes practically reflect in the dark.

You jolt awake, sitting up. “Jesus christ-”

“‘S just me, Mochi,” he says, though it does little to settle your nerves.

If you weren't awake before, you certainly are now.

“What? You watch people in their sleep now?!” You scold. “‘Toru- you scared the hell out of me!”

You flop back on the bed. The blankets pool around your hips. You reach to pull them back up, finding your bed colder than usual.

"You were calling out my name." He says.

"Oh," you say, and though there's little light in the room, he watches your face flush, "must have been dreaming about you."

“Wanna recreate what you were dreaming?” He asks. Rather smugly, might you add.

You roll your eyes. “Go to sleep.”

"Scoot over then. I'm gonna fall off the bed."

This prompts an evil sounding giggle from you, followed by a: "fall then."

"Alright," he says, rolling over to lay on you, throwing his arm around your waist. You’re effectively pinned under him, as the awkward angle won't allow you any leverage to throw him off. He attacks the exposed part of your neck with kisses, sucking hickeys into the flesh of your neck and shoulders. His hair tickles your skin.

“‘Toru- stop!” You squeal. “Let me go-”

“Not until you apologize,” he says, planting a wet kiss on your jaw.

“Never!”

“Then I guess I won't let you go.”

His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. One of his hands finds your own, his fingers lacing with yours. His legs tangle with yours in a way that holds them in place. Worming out of his grip in this position would be a near impossible task.

You suppose there’s worse fates than this.

It would be easier to stay awake if he wasn't so warm. Or if he didn't smell so nice. Or if he wasn't softly rocking your body with each breath he takes. His thumb traces soft circles around your knuckles. Gojo’s breath is warm against your neck, making goosebumps rise along the soft flesh. The steady sound of it is almost enough to lull you to sleep.

"I missed you." You say. Your voice is almost too soft to hear.

“I know.” He says. His arms give your midsection a reaffirming squeeze. “I missed you too.”

“How was work?”

“A shitshow,” he says, leaning to nip at your earlobe, “but I get to come home to you, so it’s not all bad. How’s everything been around here?”

“Quiet.” You say. “Kinda boring without you. I wish you told me you’d be home tonight. I would have done something special.”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.” He says. “I didn't expect to be home so soon either.”

“We should do something tomorrow, then,” you say, “a new ramen place opened up down the street. You know where the old bakery used to be? They leased the place out.”

Gojo hums in response. Ramen sounds nice. Especially now. But he’s too tired and too horny to worry about food. Why have ramen when he has a meal right in front of him? Or a snack, as he often likes to call you. To which you roll your eyes, but there's no denying how he makes you blush.

You take back what you said about finding it easy to sleep. He’s moving around a bit too much for that. Gojo isn't subtle about it either. Nothing about the man is. He foregos subtly in favor of announcing nearly everything he does. Loudly. Who would dare stop him?

But you guess it's part of his charm. His dorky, sappy charm. You’ve kind of signed up for it, so you’re not complaining.

You scoot away from the edge of the bed a bit, thinking he needs more room. Gojo pulls you back to his chest, thinking you’re trying to run away from him.

“Quit squirming.” You hiss.

“Sorry Mochi,” he says, “just tryna get comfortable.”

And he really does mean it. But he’s been gone from you for so long that he's forgotten how nice your body feels against his. A little too nice, he’ll admit. Phone sex is nice, but it's not the same as the real thing. It gets old after a while. His hand doesn't quite compare to yours. Or the real thing. Something hard presses against your thigh from behind.

That's when it clicks. You just smell so nice. Your body is so warm against his. You look so nice in his shirt. Can you really blame him for getting hard?

You aren't sure he knows that you know. You shift a bit. It appears you’re only trying to get comfortable. His grip around your waist loosens, allowing you to settle a bit closer to him. You can't help it if your shirt rides up a bit, exposing the perfect curve of your ass. He prefers you in nothing at all, though the sight of you wearing his clothes is certainly a nice one. Any sight of you is. Gojo is shameless in the way he adores your body.

Once settled, his arms return to your waist. His head falls into the crook of your neck. He’s doing little to hide the tent he sports in his boxers. Maybe he thinks you don't notice. Or maybe he’s trying to ignore it.

“Stop that,” he says.

“I'm not doing anything,” you say, with the same evil giggle as before.

“Why do I not believe you?”

His lips find your neck, sucking a dark mark into your pulsepoint. The sudden sensation of lips on your neck makes you squeal. In your ear he coos every sappy nickname in the book that makes you blush.

You hardly notice as his hand trails lower. Your legs part just enough for him to slip his hand between them. He does nothing but seek out your warmth. Yet.

A familiar tension returns to your stomach. It's not unpleasant.

So that's what he was doing. Not that you’re complaining.

“Missed you, Mochi,” he says, gasping at the wet feeling of your cunt, “missed you so much. You have any clue what it's like being around all those weird old men all day? For days on end, no end in sight?”

It always surprises you just how bad the man can be with words, yet how good he is with his mouth.

His fingers find your clit, drawing lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. Your breath catches in your throat. You can't deny how nice his long fingers feel inside of you.

“Seems like you’ve missed me too.” He says, his breath warm against your ear.

“Whatever you want to think, old man,” you say. Though you have missed him. You always do. But there's some fun to be had by teasing him.

“Old man?!” He sounds genuinely hurt. “Don't be like that. I know you like having me around.”

“Oh really? What makes you think that?”

His fingers move to press into the tight entrance of your cunt, his thumb brushing across your clit. The soft gasp that leaves you is practically music to his ears. To give him credit, he is good with his hands.

“Did you think about me while I was gone,” he coos, “did you touch yourself while you did it? I did. Couldn't keep my mind off this sweet cunt of yours. I think I want a taste.”

Your only response is a soft moan. Heat pools low in your stomach, growing in intensity with each skilled movement of his hand. He moves so you can lay on your back. Your hands find the sheets, holding them in a death grip. Gojo nudges your legs further apart with one of his knees.

The kiss he pulls you into is uncharacteristically soft, and needy. He moans nearly as loud as you when you nibble on his bottom lip, hips lips parting, allowing the strong muscle of your tongue to explore his mouth.

Your hands work to undo the top few buttons of your shirt, exposing your breasts. His free hand comes up to grope appreciatively at your tits. Gojo has never been shy about how much he adores them. Or shy ever, to his credit. You’re his, and he would show you off to the world if you’d let him.

But sometimes he prefers to steal you into his domain, and hold you there. Close. Where you’ll always be at his side. The one place in this universe he can truly promise you’ll be safe.

You hardly notice as his kisses trail down your neck. Down the valley between your breasts. Working the last few buttons of your shirt open with his long fingers. What you do notice is the sudden absence of his hand.

Your legs part to give him room to settle between them. His head rests on your stomach. His warm breath tickles your skin.

"You gonna let me have a taste?" He asks, nipping at your thigh.

You swallow hard, eyes locked on him. Slowly, you nod.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue, licking a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. He's not touching you where you need him most. And that frustrates you. You buck your hips up towards his mouth, eliciting a soft laugh from him. He can't tease you too long. His cock is painfully hard, leaking against his thigh in his boxers. He can only hold himself back for so long.

You freeze at the feeling of a hot tongue against your clit.

Gojo eats pussy like a starving man, presented with his favorite meal. He does nothing short of savoring you. How you smell, how you taste, how you sound. He's shameless in how he adores this. Gojo moans nearly as loud as you at the taste of your cunt. Sweeter than his favorite dish. Meant to be savored.

You can't deny that he's good with his mouth. His tongue works circles around your clit, drawing gasps and moans from you.

Heat builds in your stomach, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. One that comes upon you far sooner than expected.

Maybe you’re more pent up than you thought.

Your thighs clench around his head as you cum hard. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, working you through it with his skilled mouth. He’d stay with his head between your legs forever if you’d let him. Which you don't, as overstimulation soon registers in your lust addled mind, and you shove his head away.

The lower half of his face glistens in the dim light, wet with saliva, and your own slick. He’s far from subtle in the way he licks his lips, or groans at your taste. He may have gotten a bit too excited. It's not unlike him to get carried away. How can he resist a fertile cunt like yours?

“I think you should taste yourself,” he says. His hands move to cup your face as he pulls you into a kiss. You taste yourself on his lips. His hardened cock grinds against his thigh.

“‘Toru-” you whine.

“What's the matter baby?” He coos. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me.” You say. “I need you, ‘Toru. I need your cock in me.”

“Why didn't you say so?” He says, though the desperation in his voice is palpable.

He wastes no time in shoving his boxers down his hips, freeing his cock.

He’s not the most intimidating in size, but his cock is nice, and fairly thick, with a slight upward curve. The patch of hairs towards the base are soft, and white. Generally you don't need a whole lot of prep to take him. Which is helpful when he can't keep his hands to himself, and insists on fucking you in the bathroom during dinner. As much as he likes to take his time with you, he’ll take you anywhere you’ll let him. At work, or over every flat surface of your apartment. Not a single room of your home was spared. Not that either of you mind.

“Gotta work you open first,” he says, “don't want you to be too tight, do we?”

Between his saliva, and your own slick, you put up little resistance. He’s able to slide one finger in. Then a second, with no issue. His fingers curve, stroking your g-spot. His thumb works soft circles around your sensitive clit as he works you open with his fingers. Really, this is unnecessary. Your cunt is practically dripping with your own arousal.

He makes a show of licking his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. Gojo really has no shame.

The moan he lets out as he sheathes himself is truly sinful.

It's another moment before he starts thrusting.

Gojo needs a moment to collect himself. He’s been working himself up for hours if not days. All the nights he spent, thinking of what he’d do to you once he got home. He’s gone over this day in his head about a hundred times.

The sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. His taunts turn into senseless babble. Strands of praise mixed with Gojo’s overall dorky remarks. Pleas of your name, calling you mochi, baby, honey, and every other sappy nickname he can think of. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. He’s not going to let you leave this bed until you’re thoroughly marked up.

Tension grows in your stomach like a rubber band being stretched tight. Your previous orgasm has left you overly sensitive, and leaves another orgasm creeping up on you sooner than expected. His hand falls to your stomach, working lower until his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub.

He presses your legs further back, shoving them almost to your chest. The stretch leaves a pleasant burn in your hips. Your body isn't really meant to bend this way, though it’s not completely uncomfortable. It's not long before he has you into a full mating press, rutting against you desperately, fucking you into the mattress. The bed frame groans in protest with each of his thrusts. Deep, and unrelenting. Gojo’s cock curves in such a way that hits your sweet spots just right, leaving you writing under him.

“Gonna put a baby in you, Mochi,” he says, “gonna breed this pretty cunt of yours.”

You nod along desperately. You want nothing more than for him to cum inside, filling you completely.

He silences your moan with a kiss, his teeth clashing against yours. His tongue presses past your lips, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. You can still taste yourself on him.

A line of saliva connects your lips as he pulls away.

“Not gonna ask you to take all of it,” he says, “but take everything I got.”

And with that, he can't hold back any longer, painting your womb white. Gojo’s cum is normally thick, and there's normally a lot of it. Today even moreso. Two weeks away hasn't helped with that. Cum runs down your thighs in streams, ruining your sheets.

The elders aren't going to be happy that he’s so reckless with his precious seed, but Gojo couldn't give a damn. The elders can talk all they want. That's all they're good for. He gets to cum in a warm place, and that's more than any of the others can say.

He practically collapses on top of you.

Gojo shifts so less of his body weight is on top of you. And though the room is rather warm, you find yourself nuzzling into his body, seeking out his warmth. His arms have always given you a sense of security, especially when wrapped up in them. They find your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

For a moment the two of you lay there, basking in each other's warmth.

You’ll have to get up in a bit anyway. To clean yourself up, and change the sheets. And get a new shirt. Probably another one of Gojo’s. He’s never been against seeing you wear his clothes. They never stay on you for long, though.

You pry his arms off, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, but he notices, and tightens his grip.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, sounding rather offended.

“To get a drink,” you say, “I'm thirsty. Why? Do you want one too?”

“You think I’d let you go after just one round?” He asks. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve fucked you full of my cum.”

You're in for a long night.

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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ITZY First Date Headcanons!

This is a continuation of your first time meeting them! I decided to write it as headcanons since the other pet was written as a scenario and I wanted some variety :) Again I feel like I’m awkward at writing scenarios outside of established relationships so I hope this isn’t horrible LOL

Yeji: Cat Cafe

She had grabbed your arm and tugged you along down the street to a cafe she passed on the way before running into you

It looked really cute, and it ended up being a cat cafe! You both loved cats so you decided to go in

Yeji was wearing the prettiest yellow sundress that you had ever seen, and the skirt fluttered in the wind as she pushed through the big doors to enter the cafe

She insisted on paying for everything :)

You ordered a strawberry milk tea and she ordered a mocha cookie frappe! You also split a big piece chocolate cake with raspberries and cream on top!

The cats kept jumping in your lap and interrupting your conversations, but you didn’t mind.

She would ask soooo many questions about you. She wanted to know everything: your career, your dreams, your favorite things… she wanted to memorize everything and know you better than anyone ever had.

A bit of cream from the cake got on your upper lip, and your heart stopped when she reached over the table slowly wipe it off with her thumb

She just smiled and licked it off her finger, telling you how cute you looked when you were shocked

When you guys left the cafe, there were four girls standing outside looking at Yeji with smug faces.

“Is our leader done with her date and ready to rejoin our vacation?” the shortest one with long dark hair teased.

“I’m sorry guys, I wandered off and ran into Y/N here and we were both really hungry!” she defended herself, putting an arm around you. “Y/N, these are my girls, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and Yuna!” They each smiled at you and waved, giving little hellos.

“Sorry you got stuck hanging with her.” the one called Chaeryeong teased. “We’re much more fun than she is, would you like to spend the rest of the day seeing the sights with us?”

“You better not be trying to steal them away from me!” Yeji exclaimed in jealousy.

You giggled and explained the day you had planned to the other girls, and they all agreed that it sounded fun!

At the end of the day, you all parted ways after the five girls gave you a small hug.

“Here’s my number.” Yeji told you handing you a napkin from the cat cafe you guys went to with her number written on it. “I wanted to give it to you after we left the cafe but my friends ruined the moment.”

“It’s okay, the cat cafe was the perfect first date anyway.” you told her. “I’ll call you when I get back to my hotel.”

Lia: Aquarium

After you guys texted and called for a few days, Lia proposed that she wanted to take you out to thank you for the strawberry milkshake

She explained that one of her friends had given her two tickets to the aquarium when she had to cancel her date, and told her to find a pretty date :)

She wore some flared jeans, a cute pastel blue sweater, and chunky white sneakers! She also had an adorable little lace bow tying back the front of her hair 🥺

Wore a pearl necklace to fit the aquarium theme

“Do you get it? Bc like, pearls are found in the ocean???”

She’s so cute omg protect her pls

Instinctively grabs your hand to lead you around the exhibits

Her smile is so pure and innocent when she looks at the enormous tanks filled with beautiful sea creatures, you can’t help but look at her in wonder

She buys you a little shark plushy in the gift shop, saying you guys were even now 😌

Halfway through the date she drags you into the glow in the dark exhibit

It’s just the two of you in there, and while you were looking in amazement at the fluorescent animals, she snuck up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!”

She gave you a quick hug and pulled back slowly before placing a delicate hand on your cheek.

“I’m sorry I’m doing this in the dark, but I really want to kiss you and I’m too nervous to do it outside.”

You giggled and put your hand against the back of her head, pushing your lips together

She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around your neck

You guys were startled by the sound of the door opening and ran out quickly like scared little kids 💀

She then convinced you to do the touch tank

You freaked out when you touched a sting ray, which she thought was so adorable

There was a stage event in the center of the aquarium that she really wanted to see, and her bright eyes were impossible to say no to

When you guys got up there, she was too short to see over the crowd, so you picked her up on your back so she could watch the show (her heart practically stopped and she was so touched. you keep sweeping her off her feet, literally!)

At the end of the date, when you walked her up to her apartment, she caught you off guard with another kiss

“I’m not nervous anymore. Where would you like to go for our second date?”

Ryujin: Vineyard Tour

After the shoot, Ryujin reached out to you over text and proposed a weekend away from the city where you two could spend some quality time getting to know each other

She knew a very quaint vineyard out in the countryside that she said she would love to take you out to

The wine was amazing, and the dinners were so classy

The way your cheeks heated up from the alcohol just made things so cozy and warm. The buzz was just enough to make every moment enjoyable, even when you were just looking into her dark eyes

She mostly wore red or black slip dresses, paired with heels and gold jewelry

But you were rendered speechless at the sight of her bare faced

She had just gotten out of the shower, wet hair clinging to her face, and wearing a fluffy white robe.

“What is it?” she asked, worriedly.

“Nothing it’s just… you’re breathtaking.” you told her, smiling from your place on the bed.

There was only one bed, but for some reason it didn’t make you uncomfortable. It was really nice sleeping next to her, her presence was comforting

Ryujin was very respectful sharing the bed with you and didn’t try anything funny, but she did request nighttime snuggles

She loved being your big spoon, arms wrapped up around your chest, fingers intertwined, legs all tangled up together…

Cuddling her made your heart race, but it was also the calmest you ever felt. You could stay in her arms the rest of your life.

The next day, you woke up to her telling you she was taking you on a walk through the grape fields

Towards the end, she grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against her. She glanced down at your lips, the. looked in your eyes and gave you a red lipped smile. You smiled back at her and leaned in to kiss her. She met you halfway as you shared your first kiss, holding each other in a close embrace

You were honestly kind of sad when the weekend was over, but she promised to take you there again ❤️

Chaeryeong: Dance Class

You visited Chaeryeong’s apartment everyday while her ankle healed, bringing her stuff you had baked and chatting with her

After she had gone back to work, she called you and asked if you were still down to go out with her (wtf yes ofc i still want to date you chae)

You told her that you would love to, but unfortunately tonight you had scheduled a dance class

You were worried that she wouldn’t want to go, since she dances all day at work, but she was actually really excited and asked to come with you

She said she’d buy you dinner and drinks afterwards :)

She showed up in a white tank top and grey sweatpants, her long hair tied up in a high ponytail. It was so casual but she looked so pretty!

Her secret plan was to impress you by doing well in the dance class 😌

However it was totally different than the dancing she does for work, and she bumped into you a few times 💀

She got a little embarrassed and you had to hype her up and help her

You both blushed when you had to do parts of the dance together, her arms around your neck and yours softly touching her waist

You erupt into laughter everytime she makes a mistake and falls into your arms dramatically

“No it’s okay you’re actually getting better Chae!”

She was so happy when it was over 😭

She held your hand and took you to her favorite chicken place, saying it was the perfect meal after a dance practice

She also ordered you both some beer (bc beer is great with chicken according to her)

You were having such a good conversation walking past the Han River, beer bottles in hand, munching on chicken

The lights of the city twinkled in the distance as you leaned over the railing to stare at it. You were mesmerized by the sight

When you turned around, you noticed she was staring at you with a loving smirk

“What are you smiling about?” you asked playfully, hopping down to look her in the eye.

“I just like you a lot.” she told you. “I also wanna kiss you really bad.”

“Lee Chaeryeong are you tipsy right now?” you teased playfully.

“Shut up and kiss me.” she laughed, pulling you in. It was sticky and sweet from the beer, but it was so delicate and lovely at the same time.

Her lips were the softest you had ever felt

“I’m so happy you found me when I broke my ankle.” she laughed, forehead pressed against yours.

Yuna: Brick Oven Pizza Restaurant

Okay, this one was a given

She ordered pizza from you almost everyday hoping you would be delivering

When she finally saw you again, she made her move and asked you out

She told you that your delivery pizza was good but this place was “fancier and worthy of a date with you”

You had to explain to her that you didn’t even make the pizza so you wouldn’t be offended, but she insisted

She wore a pretty white dress and her hair was up in a cute bun with little curls framing her face 🥺

You held out her chair for her and thought she was going to burst from admiration

She kept grabbing your hand throughout the dinner, making you blush

“Why are you so nervous? I’m the one who should be nervous!” she’d tell you with a giggle.

You were slick and paid for the whole meal before she could protest 😎

She told you all her favorite things on the menu, and you ordered them all just to make her happy

In reality you weren’t the biggest fan of pizza 💀 But it just made her so damn excited you couldn’t possibly say no!

You both ordered some cannoli to share for dessert. She insisted you play a game with one of the cannoli where you each take one end in your mouth and try not to let it break while you each take bites

You were absolutely oblivious and ended up sitting there like a dolt with your eyes wide open while she kissed you.

“That was unfair, I wasn’t ready!” you objected, making her laugh at you.

She smiled and blushed everytime you complimented her and told her she looked beautiful

She’d also compliment you right back, and you’d pretty much have the same reaction

In just one dinner, you felt like she knew you inside and out, and it was only when she asked you where you wanted to go for your second date that you remembered you had only just met a short while ago

When she walked you back to your car, you cut her off mid sentence with a passionate kiss, pushing her against the door lightly.

“That’s for catching me off guard.” you smirked once you pulled away.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” she giggled.

“So are you.”

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