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why is it every time I have a mental breakdown, I also have a breakthrough with miss gioia. she and the illness are linked your honor đ
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mami (m) | myg/knj
title: mami (m)
pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)đ
rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au
summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.
note: heavy 00s vibes, this is just the beginning of a collection of parts instead of just a oneshot letâs fucking goooođŠ
note 2: this is pretty unedited lolll if there are mistakes i'm so so sorry!
warnings for this part: language, choking, joon in sweats, bathroom s*x, b*ckshots, friendly sp*nks from your roomieđ€Ș, it uhhh starts right out the gate lmfao, hobi in silk and a robe, yoongi is a warning in his own right, light sl*pping, you get called mamiiiđ so if thatâs not ur thing iâd skip this series !!, joon is too smooth, a secret fourth guy lmfaoooo, battle rap scenarios!
drop date: september 26th, 2023, 10:07pm est
word count: 3.7kÂ
mood: hereÂ
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âYou like that, huh?âÂ
Breath short, you can only gasp as the hands youâve been eyeing all night clutch your throat, a fiendish hum the first response to your satisfied grin.
âKnew you would.â As your delicious captor speaks, you just know heâs fixated on your makeupâat least, the way itâs smearing onto a bathroom mirror that has seen better days. âYou all do.âÂ
Fuck, he knows what heâs doing. Fucking hell, he always knows.
Your lust condenses and slides down the glass in rivers, and with each experienced thrust inside your folds, itâs getting harder, and harder, and harder to see the man wrecking your shit.Â
But itâs coming. The end. The coil inside you is screaming and tightening and you know he can feel every potent pulse as you slap the tiny counter with a palm. âYoongiââ
âYou gonna come, mami?âÂ
Yes yes yes you really fucking are. Itâs so truthful that you canât even voice your agreement in words, your moans higher and higher in pitch the only tell you can possibly give.Â
âThen fucking do it.âÂ
Light bounces from your eyes and rebounds off the mirror the same time your whine does, every limb locking while bare shoulders bang against your reflection.Â
âFuck.âÂ
You spring right into the ground floor above, eyes rolling so far back you could probably see the way Yoongiâs smirking at your ass if your dumbfounded mush of a brain wasnât in the way.Â
Again, and again, you milk his cock for all itâs worth, spurning him into gripping your bouncing hips with rough hands and faster strokes. Laughs and conversations seep through the door at your side, but you canât make out a thing as you garble,Â
âYoongi, pleaseââ
âOne more.âÂ
âI canâtââ
âDonât play dumb,â he tuts. âYou wonât hustle me a second time.âÂ
Busted.Â
Your pout quickly stretches into a devilish curve instead, and you hear his sound of approval before you brag,Â
âI spent all that already, by the way.âÂ
Air whizzes past your ears as youâre hoisted upwards, and your mirth reverberates as youâre spun and shoved into the sink, cheap laminate bruising your back.Â
Yoongi must also be remembering the time your pussy sucked the soul out of him. After you both made a bet that you couldnât beat someoneâs record time making him come.Â
You won half of his prize money that night.Â
And that was the night he won the entire thing.Â
âYouâre lucky I respect it,â he snarls, sweaty fingers gripping your chin as he slings a leg over his pelvis. When he grins, you wanna lick the white off his teeth. âAnd youâre lucky I made it back the next night.âÂ
Oh, shit. Did he really?Â
Battle rap events usually stack so that everyone gets a chance. How did he get invited back the same weekend?Â
Well, other than being a monster on the mic. Thereâs a reason you canât stay away from him, and you may or may not admit you get turned on by how effortlessly ruthless he is.Â
Lips smushed, you ask with genuine curiosity, âYou won again?âÂ
Yoongi lightly smacks your cheek, chuckling when you grit out a moan. âNah. The sponsors loved me,â he claims, finally bringing a hand down to guide himself back inside. âSo they paid me to come back.âÂ
âSick,â you praise through a grunt, fully catching his eyes for the first time tonight. Pushing past the way he fills you so fantastically, you huff out, âThat doesnât happen on south side.âÂ
âSo Iâve heard.âÂ
âYeah, apparently west and east side do it a lot. Especially with that guy Randaââ
âFuck Randa.â
Ah, so Yoongi knows him? You havenât ventured into the west scene yet, but the one thing you know about it is that dudeâs name.
So he must be a beast.
Especially if Gloss himself had some choice words.
At this little slip of emotion, you donât hide your smirk at all. âOh? Maybe I will if thatâs how you feel.â
The sudden possessive shove of his cock into your folds is delightful, your high giggle pinging off the bathroom walls.
âFuck whoever you want, princess,â he chides right against your lips. âYouâll always come back to me.âÂ
âDuh.â You flick your tongue over his plush. âYou wouldnât last a week without me anyway.â
Yoongi pushes into you again, stare heavy and coaxing butterflies from your belly. âIâd manage.â
âAs if.â
But even through the pleasure, you still wonder. How are you both having a regular conversation right now? This never happens with him. Youâve wanted it to, but there simply hasnât been any talk when heâs involved.Â
The high from your orgasm compounds with this strange feeling that you turn a little playful.
âWhat I meant wasâŠâ Fingernail poking his tank, you joke with a sly curve, âGuess you must be like, good or whatever.âÂ
When he looks down, you childishly swoop your finger up to bump his nose. âHa. Loser.âÂ
Predictably, Yoongi pauses before only his eyes raise, suppressed emotions hiding behind long dark strands. âReally.âÂ
And even though you felt him twitch in your core, youâll spare him. âI donât make the rules.âÂ
You think this is when heâll start ramming into you again, because none of the times youâve hooked up ever lasted this long. Itâs always been quick with him, and never in any other place other than bathrooms or broom closets.Â
Which isnât bad. Just a pattern youâve noticed.Â
But Yoongi huffs in amusement before shaking his head. âSince when were you this weird?âÂ
âWow, rude?â Your scoff is full of mock annoyance. âIâve always been this way.âÂ
Itâs just that no oneâs taken the time to get to know you.
âBut youâre soâŠâÂ
All they care about is one thing.Â
Which, granted, is the same in your case.Â
It just gets a bit lonely sometimes.Â
Offering to finish for him to stiff arm any more incoming awkwardness, you blurt, âHot? Slutty?âÂ
âFast.âÂ
Oh.Â
Did you both just assume the other person wanted it over and done with?
Thatâs entirely possible considering the first time it happened lasted a grand total of three minutes. Max.
âI meanâŠâ You lean back on your palms, not caring to adjust your very mussed top because your chest finally snags all of Yoongiâs attention. How heâs still hard inside of you is a complete mystery. âI donât just fuck, you know.âÂ
âAnd here I thought we were similar,â he teases, groaning through his teeth when you roll on his dick. Again.Â
And again.Â
Of course youâre both similar. The only difference is that people dub this guy a sex god and youâre an easy lay.Â
But you wonât get into that with him. Not now and probably not ever since you donât dare even label Yoongi a friend.
Panting, you observe him watching your movements as you switch the subject, âYou fucked that one sponsor chick for the invite, huh.âÂ
And he takes the out hilariously quick,
âBoth of them.âÂ
Of course. Your head kicks back in laughter, remembering that there were two people running the event instead of one.Â
Truthfully, you wouldâve paid to see that.Â
âCanât stand you,â you lie, the way you chuckle as he slaps one of your tits saying otherwise.Â
âGood.âÂ
As he rubs a rough thumb over a nipple, an announcement blares over deejay scratches and cheers, tugging both of your eyes to the door.
Before things quickly devolve into how they always go.
When you arch forward, his lips devour your breast; when you rock your hips into his, the groans against your chest make you feel alive.Â
Your nails claw through his hair before you canât decide if you wanna rake them through his shoulders or his neck. Here, there, everywhere you can grab, you take hold.Â
Suddenly, Yoongi clutches the top of your skirt before thrusting in hard, and his laugh when you whine out a curse strikes your soul. âItâs better that way.âÂ
Itâs always better that way.Â
âAgreed,â you murmur, eyes flickering to the janky ceiling before sighing out, âI think they just said your name.âÂ
âMm.âÂ
He plunges into you so hard you see his impish curve imprinted among the stars.Â
âThen hurry up, mami. Gimme one more for luck.âÂ
MAMIÂ
âWhoâs on the menu tonight?â
You hum while peering into your mirrorâa much cleaner, brighter mirror than the one you were pressed against a couple weeks ago. âThat nice guy Iâve been seeing at the gym.âÂ
âWait, what? Are you going on a date date?âÂ
âHobi,â you giggle, loving your roommate very much despite the way he just forgets sometimes. âWe went through this already.âÂ
âSo⊠Is that a yes, or.â His laugh blurts out when you throw a middle finger next to your head. âOkay, okay! You can just say it, you know.âÂ
âI justââyou spot check your makeup before vacating your vanity stoolââYou know me. I never do dates.âÂ
As Hobi leans back on your bed, the way his hot pink robe matches your comforter makes you highly amused. Almost amused enough that you donât react to his nosy question,Â
âNervous?â
Extremely.Â
âUhm,â you start, all pretenses dropping at the sight of his cocked brow. âA bit.âÂ
Springing up, your roommate pads over and rests thin palms over even thinner straps of your sundress.Â
âWhatâs got you nervous, love?âÂ
Pouting, you look out your window before your chin is gently swiveled back forward. Thankful for his insistence, you confess to the only guy that you feel like you can trust,Â
âWhat if I like him?âÂ
The laugh you get is full of disbelief and pity. âThatâs what youâre worried about? Really?âÂ
When you nod, he chuckles again, but itâs smaller. And more understanding than the first.Â
âPathetic, right.âÂ
âNo, no no,â Hobi starts, sliding his hands down to warm your biceps before squeezing. When he pauses, his expression gives his thoughts away before he can utter them. âWell, a little.âÂ
âHoseok.âÂ
âBut! Only because youâre making it seem that way.â He squeezes again before sitting back down on your bed. âIf you just let things happen without thinking, isnât that better?â
Does he really have to flop down to rest his head on his palms? Now?Â
Talk about not thinking.Â
Whatever. You didnât expect Hoseok to do that, but he looks hot, so youâll let it slide.Â
And you donât shy away from his silk-covered package before retorting, âSays you.âÂ
âMe? I overthink. Thatâs different.âÂ
âHow!âÂ
âDonât think about it.âÂ
When he winks, you both laugh, and his grin slowly devolves into a smirk before he motions you over with a mere head cock.
And you gladly oblige.Â
Because your dynamic with Hobi still hasnât changed.Â
Slowly, you arrive at his knees before mounting the bed at his hips, being steadied over his pelvis as he keeps his prone position.Â
âYou look hot as fuck, you know.âÂ
âMmhmm.âÂ
âHeâs gonna like you for sure.âÂ
âNaturally.âÂ
âSo what if you end up liking him, too?âÂ
As he smoothes a hand over the side of your ass, you purse your lips in thought. âUhh⊠Feelings? I guess?â
âYou can have those, babe.âÂ
âNot mine,â you correct, knowing yours are too fucked up to share with anyone. Which is exactly why youâre all for the so-called fast title that Yoongi clipped onto your persona. âHis.âÂ
Does the lifestyle you chose come with regrets? Yeah. Complications? Also yes. But at least those hurt less than the regrets and complications actual relationships come with.Â
Youâre just fine with how things are.Â
Which is why youâre scared about seeing Namjoon, because he seems like the type that wants something steady. If you end up liking him, youâre gonna have to choose between options that are vastly different in color.Â
Despite all that, you still said yes when he asked you out at the gym last weekâwhile you were drenched, bare-faced, and wincing from the last set you completed to failure.Â
Why did you say yes anyway? What drew you in to this guy?Â
âIf youâre scared of hurting his feelings, then just tell him straight-up,â Hobi advises, pulling you back to the present. âGuys wonât know shit unless you spell it out.âÂ
Looking down at his perfect features, you fake disbelief, asking the most rhetorical question in existence, âYou mean you canât just read our minds?â
âBaby, we canât even figure out our own, let alone yours.âÂ
âYou said it.â Fully reassured, you rest on Hoseokâs chest, careful to not smudge your face on his clothes. ââŠPity fuck if the date goes wrong?â
âOf course.âÂ
Your chuckle is soft. âThank you.âÂ
âNow get up,â he orders, smacking your ass so perfectly that it offends you. âBefore I give you another necklace.âÂ
âHoseok!â When his cackles follow you up as you stand, your jaw cannot hinge back in. âGoddamn, youâre bad.âÂ
âNot as bad as you,â he says, following you out of your room. âMami.âÂ
That goddamn nickname.Â
Hobi knows itâs a common term. And he knows itâs one you hear from multiple people, especially on south side. Literally nothing new or groundbreaking.
But he also knows it makes you unwell because of one specific person. Because you confessed that you didnât expect it from them during a fuck and it made you weak in the knees.Â
Which caused the same motherfucker to say it over, and over, and over again.
Fucking Yoongi.Â
Why the hell is it only potent when he says it?
The psychology of that needs to be studied yet you will completely refuse to be a subject.Â
After checking to make sure you have everything, you fish out your phone to double-check the address before calling a ride.Â
âWhere is it at?â
âSome restaurant on west side.â
âDamn, all the way over there?â
âIâm okay with it,â you assure him, inwardly wincing at the cost on your screen.Â
Virtually anything on west side is far from your condo, but thatâs partly why youâre alright with going. As much as you get around, you donât prefer taking people back to your place.Â
Besides. No one needs to know where you live unless you really fuck with them.
And itâs only happened twice.
Hoseokâs unconvinced reply cuts your thoughts in two,
âAlright⊠Well. Lemme know if you end up somewhere else tonight.âÂ
Smiling, you offer him a warm look, positive that his lean against the kitchen wall would put models to shame. âI always do.âÂ
âWhat did I say earlier?âÂ
âSpell it out for him.â
âOkay, good.âÂ
When you grin, he does, too.Â
And you hope this Namjoon guy at least does well with words.Â
Turns out, he does a fucking splendid job with them.
At least, the things this man is saying has you absolutely melting under dim lights, and you havenât even gotten your drinks yet.Â
âYou look damn nice tonight, by the way,â he mentions with a dip of his head, fiddling with his napkin and giving you an upsettingly perfect view of his fingers. âI feel underdressed as hell.â
Underdressed? Looking around, you feel like youâre the one that dressed way too formal and youâre in a damn sundress.
You shouldâve known, though. The restaurant that Namjoon chose occupies one of the few streets known for its laid-back, easy-going fare. Even you have heard of its unique charm and you reside quite a ways away.Â
Before you respond, you remember how you arrived, checking around the small space before spotting him in a booth. And while you loved the lax way he dressed, you were even more charmed when he got out just to greet you with a cheek kiss.Â
And the night has been so pleasant that you forget to be worried.Â
âWhy? I mean, thank you, but why?âÂ
Namjoon gives his sweatpants-covered thighs a glance. âI dunno. You just look bossed up and Iâm like, your errand boy.âÂ
Your mirthy disbelief leaks out of your grin before he can finish. Watching a nearby table point at their menus to order, you go along with his compliments,
âI mean, I could use an assistantâŠâ
He only smiles at his hands. âOrder me around anytime.âÂ
Cute.Â
Maybe thatâs why youâre drawn to this guy.Â
Even though heâs huge and can lift like a motherfucker, thereâs a soft side that heâs got no shame showing.Â
Also, as the night goes on, you quickly discover more traits you rarely come across.Â
Curious, suave, humbleâall of them surprise you in the best way. Heâs already let you talk much more than he has, and the two of you have debated on not one, but three topics. Including one that you would have left his ass for if you both werenât on the same page.Â
âOkay, so we agree.â
âYes,â he responds in relief. âDefinitely wouldâve rethought this whole thing if we didnât.â
âUhh, yeah, because I wouldâve walked out and let you pay for everything.âÂ
âDamn!â Fuck, his grin is charming. âAnd I wouldâve paid it, too.âÂ
Laughingâand realizing that youâre doing that a lot tonightâyou rest a hand on his shoulder, âNo, no, I wouldnât do that to you.âÂ
Fuck, heâs solid.
âWait, Iâm getting us this time, though.â
âYeah?â
Holding a round glass up to his lips, he coolly adds,Â
âAnd next time, too.âÂ
Well.Â
Thereâs no way youâre saying no to that.
âTo next time,â you offer, clinking cups and taking a nice sip of your wine.Â
Things end with both of you just having dinnerâa concept so foreign that it makes you wonder if he wanted something more than a second date.Â
But judging by the times he kept stealing glances and the way his curve stayed at a slant, itâs an open and shut case.
Itâs always a bit crowded in the front few rows, so it doesnât bother you to hang back for the first time in awhile.Â
Besides, youâre a little late from your date anyway.Â
Since nothing else happened with Namjoonâhe had to leave pretty quickâyou determined that you could make it to another Gloss smackdown.Â
After you greet all the people and bodyguards hanging around the front doors, you arrive downstairs just in time to hear the deejay ushering everyone in.Â
And based on what you hear, it seems like Yijeongâs got extra volume in his mic tonight.Â
âAlright, alright, letâs give it up for our two up here, yeah?â
Everyone cheers as you clap to yourself, leaning against a chilly column and ignoring the stares your outfit gets.
The stage looks quite different from back here, with its huddled occupants talking amongst themselves. While you watch both crews laughing and standing around, you wonder what it would be like to support Yoongi from up there instead of on the ground.Â
You really would if he wanted you to.
âI donât have to introduce either one but Iâm gonna do it anyway. Cus thatâs the rules or whatever and they both deserve some love. Give it up for my man K Shine!â
You arenât familiar with him but you support anyway. A tiny whoop leaves your mouth as a big portion of the room shouts, and you watch as the guy nods to the people that came to see him.Â
âOh, weâre showing out, okay. Alright, now letâs hear it for my guy Gloss!âÂ
In contrast, your energy evolves tenfold, and you gladly yell with the rest of the floor as Yoongi stays piercing the ground at his feet.
This guy.Â
Still the same routine.
You always muse that he could look into the crowd once in awhile, especially since his audience is steadily growing.Â
If they ever saw his smile, maybe more people would be drawn in wait is he looking up this time?Â
Wait.
Despite there being rows and rows between you and the stage, you donât miss the slight shift in his demeanor. It almost looks like heâs scanning the people in front.Â
Whatâs he doing? Is he looking for something? Someone?Â
âŠHeâs not looking for you, is he?Â
Youâre there quite often and always in the same area, but you didnât think Yoongi would really notice or be checking for you right now.
âŠBut is he?Â
Before you can think any further, the quick blares of an airhorn shove your thoughts away.Â
âK Shine, you win the toss,â the middle man on stage announces. Fuck, you think youâd know his name by now, heâs been here a lot ever since the first guy disappeared. âWhat you got.âÂ
When the man answers, he stares right at Yoongiâs hooded head, fire flaring up the walls already,
âMister Big House, Big Car, Big Rings can go first.âÂ
Oh.
Heâ
You really fucking regret not being in the front now.
Immediately, the whole room oohâs, with the middle man pursing his lips and giving the two opponents space.Â
Light illuminates the whole stage as both sides back up a bit, heavy cameras set to roll and some feedback ringing through the musty air.Â
And you wait with bated breath as the crowd goes quiet.Â
Heart stilling as Yoongi holds a mic right up to his lips.
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hashira accidentally touch your chest
Authorâs Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. đđ
hashira accidentally touch your chest
Hashira x Reader
Word Count: ~1,600
CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast
~faqs~
Fyi, âchestâ means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included âboobâ in the title lmao. đ
Shocked đłđ
âI apologize, [y/n]-san, it wonât happen again!â
Gyomeiâs nearly in tears, he feels so terribly đ
âThese things happen!â you promptly assure him, âBesides, you technically won the bout.â
No need to mention that he always wins when training together đ„Č
âI cannot accept such a tainted victory.â
âHimejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, thereâs truly no issue.â
Meanwhile, Gyomeiâs rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyoneâs boob(s) again đÂ
In cold disbelief đđđ
If you donât say anything, then he wonât say anything
Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die
Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast
He swears his hand doesnât even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom
Your boob must be âšmagicalâš
âIguro-san,â you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, âIs something on your mind?â
âNo.â đđđ
Well okay then đ
âAbout what happened earlierâŠâ
đ«šđ«šđ«š <â Obanai is FREAKING OUT
â⊠Iguro-san, I didnât mind.â
And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!
Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow đ«Ą (the poor manâs been pleasantly overwhelmed)
Heâll avoid you for eternity now đ (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)
She giggles đ€
Lol
âOh my! [y/n]-san, I didnât mean to touch you so intimately!â đ
âNo worries, it happens.â
Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but thatâs okay!
Mitsuriâs blushing too
A lot đł
âI hope I didnât hurt you?!â
Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! đ
Sheâs well aware of her own strength
âYou barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!â
Phew!
She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours
âDonât tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!â
âKanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.â
I wish it would happen again⊠<â lowkey both of you thinking the same thing đ€Ș
As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where youâre wounded) touching your boob isnât entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic
Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection đ
And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest đ
âYou should make a full recovery,â sheâs all business, âThe demon avoided your nipple and didnât puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,â fortunately, youâre too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, âIt has a nice shape. Iâm glad you survived.â
EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! đđ«
Now youâre kinda embarrassed
More so preening, really đ€
Itâs like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but youâre still caught off guard because who tf compliments someoneâs kidneys or bowels movements or?????
In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too⊠gotta make sure youâre matching in (nice) shape, yâknow? đ
Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his
âI APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!â <â how he could react đ
âPardon my slip, are you okay?â <â how he actually reacts, because he isnât entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum đ
âOh,â you donât mean to squeak, but it canât be helped when the most handsome man youâve ever known just casually grazed your boob, âIâm fine! Totally fine! Haha!â đ«šđ”âđ«đ«
Youâve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself đ
Heâs a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction
Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?
He doesnât realize youâre flustered; he assumes youâre mortified đ
âYou sound decidedly less than fine.â
Heâs softer now, worried about startling you đ„ș
âI was surprised! But donât worry! Iâm not worried!â
Okaaay, but heâs worried đ„Č
âIs there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?â
Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman đđ
âRengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. Iâm not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.â
Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him đźâđšđ
âAh. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.â
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Hold up đ§
Why does she seem⊠she seems⊠disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??
Youâve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder đ€
After all, he isnât entirely oblivious đ
âAre you going to apologize?â Sanemi demands
âFor what?â you screech
âFor touching my hand with your boob!â
Your eyes roll, âOh fuck off!â
âI didnât ask to touch you,â he grunts
âI wouldnât have given you permission anyway,â you retort đ
Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, âWell I didnât give mine either!â
âYouâre ridiculous. It was an accident.â
You seem genuinely pissed đŹ
Sanemi rethinks his approach
âYou know Iâm joking, right?â đ
âNooo,â your sarcasm cuts deep, âI thought you were flirting.â đ
Uh đ
Well đ
Shit đ
âFuck you!âÂ
When in doubt, curse âem out đ
You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, âFuck you!â
âI said it first.â đ
You stalk away, fed up with his antics
#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it
As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesnât hit until youâre almost asleep
âWAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!â đłđ„Žđ
Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap đ€đ
(assuming youâre older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)
Neither of you make a fuss about it
Itâs like accidentally calling your teacher mom đŹ
Or grabbing a random personâs hand in the supermarket thinking theyâre your parent đ«Ł
Embarrassing, but not a huge deal â unless you make it one
Thereâre those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops đ«
And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality đ), and itâs over
^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then youâre able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved
Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up
As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldnât be any lasting harm
â ïžI also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidencesâ ïž
Hehehe
Giyuuâs hand is stuck đ«Ł
Only for like, a fleeting second
But omg đ
He was already embarrassed, and now heâs triply embarrassed đ« đ« đ«
â... Tomioka-san?â
You wonât lie; you arenât especially bothered đ€
But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob đŹ
#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isnât super realistic #forgive me
Youâre about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away
And then he remembers his manners đ
He offers you a hand
His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori
Heâs never washing it again
#closet perv
âThanks,â you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground
You hope he canât hear your heartbeat đ
He definitely can đ¶
But can you hear his?
âI donât think we should train together anymore.â
Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions
âWhy?â
Your question comes out stiffer than intended
He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone â the longing
âI always beat you,â he explains lamely, âDonât you get tired of losing?â
You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand
Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <â Giyuu is in shambles đł
âI could never lose!â you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, âNot when Iâm with you.â
Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction
Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play đ
Instead, Giyuuâs rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours
âWell alright then,â he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze
In fact, you swear he squeezes back đ
âEXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!â đ€đ€đ€
âYou have three wives.â đ
Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, âI already have plenty of breasts to touch!âÂ
âTengen,â you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, âYou touched my boob.â đ
âAND IâM SORRY!â đ
Much better đ
âI donât know what they see in you,â you scoff (youâre also lying, you can see plentyđ€), âTheyâre gorgeous⊠and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.â đ
Tengen is 100% pouting now
âI donât freak out when I touch their boobs,â he huffs
âWell arenât they lucky.â đ
âYou could be lucky too!â
âŠ
âŠ
Tengen starts runningÂ
You give chase
âDID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?âÂ
Tengen runs faster
âTENGEN!!!!!â
Tengen runs faster and faster
You give up
*insert gasping for air here*
âDO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEYâRE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!â
Oh well, youâll have to visit their estate sometime this week đ
Youâre sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma âșïž
And you canât wait to see more of Tengen đđ
Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens đ„Ž
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whats the point of having a six hour layover in london if i cant even leave the airport
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HEY BABESSSS
Iâm like completely in love with your writing and I NEED to read a sub!innocent!bestfriend!james⊠wouldnât that be fucking amazing? Reader catches him humping a pillow or something because âit hurts down thereâ and she decides to help with his ache :(( that would be so cute
Need some help?
Pairing: Sub!BestFriend!James x Softdom!reader
warnings: not proof read (cuz I donât want to), smut, smut with a plot-ish, pet names ( bub, baby boy ect.), sub/dom relations, mommy kink, pillow humping, not edited cuz Iâm lazy (tell me if I missed something!)
Words: 662
Summary: James had this feeling all day, it aches, he needs your help.
notes: Bro I have to work in the morning but I just cannot go to bed before I write this. Lmao, sorry i've been MIA with my writing just been doing school, had family in town, and you know, depression đ€Ș. I'm in love with sub!james, it's just a must at this point.
James had been acting weird all day, you didn't know what it was, but you were in your last class of the day when you saw him squirming in his seat in potions class
You quietly put your hand on his bouncing leg, âyou okay Jamie?â He nods at your words but his eyes donât reach yours, âJames?â You speak in a more stern voice.
âIâm fine!â He says in an angry whisper, moving your hand from his thigh while he faces the front of the class. You raised your eyebrows in question, looking behind you to see Remus who just shrugs.
Now it was after dinner and neither you or the guys had seen James since class. As you go on a search to find him, the boys decide to go to honeydukes for his favorite sweets since he had a rough day. They also said that they might get a pint and asked if you wanted to join, but you declined and headed up to Gryffindor tower to find the bespectacled boy.
It didnât take you long hearing cries from his dorm quickening your pace. Once you get to his wooden door you open it without question hearing him sniffle with a whimper. You were expecting for James to have tears in his eyes, he did, but what you werenât prepared for was him straddling his pillow. Pathetically humping it, searching for relief. You quickly shut the door, catching his attention.
âJamieâŠâ you trailed, walking closer, âwhat are you doing, bub?â
âHurts.â He slowed his movements but didnât stop, continuing to shift up and down his pillow. ââS bad.â
âNeed some help?â You cooed, stepping closer, so that you were looking down on him, knees touching the bed frame.
He nodded, stopping his movements as you ran your fingers through his unruly hair. âLemme take care of you. Lay down for me.â
He did as asked, âsuch a good boy.â He whimpered at that and you straddled his thighs, laying his head softly on the pillow at the head of the bed. âWhere does it hurt?â
âDown there.â He looked down at his lap, to his aching tent. You hummed as you looked to him for permission with your hands on the button of his pants. He lifted his hips for you, which you took as a yes.
You pulled his pants down just so you could pull his cock out. âSâ pretty, bubba.â
He hummed as your hand stroked him up and down painfully slowly, âplease, momma.â
You quickened your pace, âwhatâs got you so worked up?â
âSkirt.â He looked down at your lap.
âYâ like my new skirt?â
âSâmuch.â He whimpered, trusting up into your hand as your thumb stroked a bead of precum off his tip. He let out high-pitched moans and you knew he was close.
âFeels weird, momma.â
âI know, Jamie, let go fâme.â Thatâs when he let out another whimper, one hand gripping the sheets, and the other having a death grip on your thigh. His cum shot onto his stomach where his shirt had ridden up.
âThank you.â He sighed, staring at you with faded eyes. You quickly casted a cleaning spell when you saw him getting uncomfy.
He whined as you stood up, âjust gonna grab you some clothes, Jamie.â He nodded, laying back down as you searched through his trunk, searching for sweatpants for him to get out of his school trousers.
Once you got him dressed and his eyes seemed to come back to you, you heard the loud commotion of the boys getting back. Sirius was the first to enter, you and James were sitting up in his bed.
Peter tossed a bag of treats on Jamesâ lap. âFeelinâ better, Prongs?â Remus asked, sitting on his own bed.
James nodded with a smile, meeting your eye, and then resting his head on your shoulder as you both watched Sirius and Peter fight over who would get the last chocolate frog.
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jayy!! lately iâve been thinking that steve really really likes it when you ride him. like yeah, he loves to see you on top but i feel like he loves the idea of you using him to get off yknow?? like he just wants to be your boy toy. doesnât even care if he doesnât cum, but gets SO WHINY and blushy when he does cause he just feels so so lucky to have you jump his bonesđ
UGH i need him like i need to BREATHE. need him to whine in my ears 24/7
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oh lawd. this oneâŠ. brain goes BRRRRRRR what did you PUT in this ask cherryâŠ. does this fit the prompt? maybe đ€Ș but it was written at work so have mercy on me
Of all the things Steve loves in the world, making you feel good? Top of the list.
That much is a givenâ with the fervor in which heâll bury his face between your thighs, moans that vibrate against your cunt just right, his fingers digging into your thighs as his hips rut against the bed.
When heâs determined to pull an orgasm out of you with his hands, his darkened hazel eyes drinking in every moan, desperately flicking between your blissed out expression and his fingers pumping into your cunt, covered in your slickâ all of it shows in the ache in his pants, in the breathy noises he makes when you tip over the edge.
So, youâre not at all surprised at what he says to you that night â take what you want.
Youâre both tangled together, haphazardly draped across the bedâ too entranced in the hot press of each others mouth to think about letting go, even as you had both staggered up the stairs and into the bedroom. It had been one charged dinner date, with one hand far too comfortable sneaking up your skirt go tease you.
Now, Steve lies beneath you and when you break away, panting, to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, heâs a fucking sight to behold. Chest heaving, face flushed so much it crawls down his neck, his eyes fix on you with such an intenseness that it makes you shiver.
His shirt has been driving you crazy all dinner, undone just enough to show a flash of chest hair. Now you work it open quickly, each button revealing a little more of his glorious tanned chest, sprinkled with hair. Lust drools through you. You rake one hand down it, fingernails pressing into his skin lightly and Steve groans.
âOkay, you need to get naked, like, right now,â His hands pair with his words, finding the edge of your shirt. Heâs tugging it up and your arms go up to let him pull it from your frame. His insistance makes your grin.
âFunny how you can say that when youâre still wearing pants.â You bicker back, using your now free hands to work on his belt buckle.
Steve watches you for a moment, his tummy clenches when you palm at his bulge for a moment and his head rolling back onto the duvet. He makes a pained noise. His hands form fists at his sides â just for a moment, before heâs sliding them up your thighs.
They creep beneath your skirt, finding the elastic of your panties â then one of his hands shift forward, cupping your heat tightly. You moan at the same time Steve does, his hand pressing up against your clit perfectly. He shakes his head on the bed, his hair messing up against the sheets.
âI take it back,â He whines. His hands shoot down to overtake yours, shucking his pants down his thighs as best he can. Just the thin material of his boxers remains. âI donât think I can wait, honey, I needâ you can just- please,â
âHey, hey, I got it, I got you,â You push his hands away and Steve melts. He grows still, only his hands twitching and his neck craned up to watch as you tug his boxers down.
His cock must be aching with the way it looks, all pretty and flushed in the head, crying just for you. You canât help yourself, giving it a quick pump, rubbing the head with your thumb.
Steve keens loudly, his body growing taut, his head thrown back. A strangled whimper tears from his throat. âNgh- please, oh fuck, pleasepleasepleaseââ
You release his cock and Steve deflates a bit, panting loudly. Your skirt takes only a second to remove and it takes another to push your panties to the side, your knees straddling across his hips. Your core burns hotly, clenching in anticipation of being filled.
You make sure Steve is watching as you hold his cock, prepped to sink down â and he is. His face, still flushed with his eyes bright, is intent on watch your own.
It makes the heat in your gut flare hotter. Hot lust sparks beneath your skin as he keeps his gaze on you for as long as he can â your hot, wet cunt sinking down on him finally forcing his eyes closed.
âFuck, fuckâ shit, donât move just yet,â The words pour from Steveâs mouth, his eyes screwed up and head thrown back. Your hands shift forward, planting on his chest and you give him a minuteâ revelling in the delicious stretch his cock gives you. Fuck, it never gets old.
You lean down and kiss the closest skin you can find, his collarbone. Steve smiles, eyes still closed. His hands shift off the sheets, trailing from your thighs, your hips, up your ticklish sides, until he finds your face. His thumbs stroke over your cheeks delicately and when he pulls you closer, you follow without hesitance.
He kisses your lips, soft and sweet, and then murmurs against them. âTake what you want, baby.â
A little whine creeps out your mouth at his words and your hips follow without thinking, beginning to rock gently. A dose of lust licks up your spine and you sigh prettily.
Steveâs face shudders, pleasure rippling across his features and his eyes slip shut. His mouth drops open a little bit, the smallest noise escaping, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips. His eyes crinkle open, watching you closely.
âYe- yeah, thatâs it.â Steve manages to murmur. His hands havenât left your face, still gently holding either side as you roll your hips back, slow and sensual. âGood girl.â
A gasp pushes past your lips and this time when you rock back, itâs a little more desperate. Steve moans, voice drenched in desire, and his hands fall from your face to grip the sheets. You lean on his chest further, your thighs aching deliciously as you fuck yourself on his cockâ up and down, faster and faster.
âSteve,â you mewl out. Itâs instinct to reach for him, to call out for him and in response, you feel the buck of his hips, pressing him deeper within you. Steve whimpers.
âYou got it, honey,â He assures, voice more and more breathy. âDoing so good.â
Thereâs a soft squelch as you work yourself down on him, a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten up in your tummy. You feel a fiery warmth beneath your skin that spikes with every movement you make.
One of Steveâs hands comes up to cover your own, holding it tight to his chest â right over his heart and he lets the other nudge your face back to facing him. You hadnât realised how it had begun to tilt forward, lost in your own pleasure.
âMhm, fu- fuck, thatâs my girl,â Steve whispers. You shift up to change the angle and when you fuck back down, you moan loudly â Steve writhing beneath you to contain himself from fucking up into you. You, however, show him no mercy.
âGod,â Steve whines loudly. His breathes are coming out with little whimpers now. âThatâsâthatâs itâ just fuckinâ take what you need. Take it, take it from me, baby.â
Your cunt gushes and you whimper â and you do just that.
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Take Me Home
Summary: After a night out at the bar with your co-workers after a long week at school, Javi picks you up and takes you home
Word Count: 3.2K
Pairing: husband!Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: Alcohol/drinking (girl, you're plastered), allusions to smut, being a drunk, horny mess, mentions of food/eating, being hungover, Javi taking care of you, the Backstreet Boys (?!), just sweet, sweet fluff đ©
A/N: This was inspired by an ask from a sweet anon!! This made me giggle the whole time I was writing it, drunk Osita is my favorite đ€Ș You know Javi would absolutely get a kick out of your drunken antics and would take such good care of you and your terrible hangover. Also who doesn't love a drunk Pop-Tart?!
This can be read as a standalone or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!
If there was one thing you knew, it was that the first few weeks of school were never easy. You were tired, stressed, and feeling like you were running on empty. You were hesitant when some of your new coworkers had suggested all of you head to the bar for Happy Hour on Friday after work, knowing damn well youâd be absolutely exhausted. But after the week youâd had, getting drunk with your teacher friends and commiserating about the chaos that was each of your classrooms couldnât have sounded like a better way to cap off the craziness that had been the past 5 days.Â
You had offered to ask one of your friends for a ride to the bar so Javi could enjoy his Friday night without having to worry about you, but Javi being Javi, had more than happily dropped you off with your friends, and planned to pick you up around 11:30, giving you what you thought was more than enough time to enjoy a few drinks and de-stress with your co-workers.Â
4 margaritas and 2 surprise shots of tequila later, it was safe to say the state you were in was a little more than just de-stressed.Â
With how much you had to drink, you had found yourself paying absolutely zero attention to any clock, and had completely forgotten that you told Javi you would meet him by the front doors when he came to pick you up. Javi had a sneaking suspicion when he pulled up to the parking lot and you were nowhere to be found, that you were probably having a much better time at the bar, and were a few drinks deeper than you intended. Well, Javi wasnât wrong to assume that you had downed more than just a couple drinks, but what he wasnât expecting was for you to be absolutely hammered.Â
Walking through the door, Javi couldnât help but smile as he saw your familiar frame leaned against the ledge of the edge of the bar, gently rocking your head and swaying your hips to the muffled music playing under the chatter of the bar patrons. You must have been very focused on ordering whatever it was you wanted from the bartender, because you had been seemingly oblivious to Javiâs presence behind you. He firmly placed his broad hand on the small of your back, pressing his fingertips into your hips, making you immediately whip your head around in concern.Â
âWoah, woah, woah, donât you dare fucking touch me, I am happily married and will glad beat the shit out of- AH! JAVI!â Your demeanor quickly shifted from a woman ready to throw down in a fist fight, to absolutely ecstatic, realizing the hand resting on your back belonged to your husband. Setting your drink down, you threw your arms around his neck, wrapping him in a tight hug, pressing your face against the soft fabric of his button down shirt. âSorry, I didnât mean to yell at you, I thought you were some creep trying to grab my ass. But youâre not a creep, youâre my hot husband, and you can grab my ass all you want. What time is it? You smell really good.â From your giggles and rambling, Javi could tell youâd had more than your fair share to drink, trying to gently put down the glass you had picked up to take a sip from back down on the bar.Â
âHi, Hermosa. Iâm coming to pick you up, remember? Maybe letâs get you a water instead of finishing the rest of this, okay?â Javi smiled, passing your cup off to the bartender, and exchanging it for a new glass filled with water. Handing it off to you, your face scrunched in confusion as you took a long swing.Â
âThis isnât a margarita?â You questioned, handing it back to Javi, thinking that he had clearly made a mistake in ordering for you. Laughing, Javi nodded, trying to hand the water back to you.Â
âI know, Osita. Itâs water, baby. Have a few sips and then Iâm gonna take you home, alright?âÂ
Raising an eyebrow at him, you gave him a little smirk before obliging, taking a few gulps of the water and setting it back down, crossing your arms against your chest. âDid you say youâre trying to take me home, Javier Peña?âÂ
âYes, Iâm taking you home, you dork.â Javi laughed to himself, shaking his head as he picked up your coat and your purse from the back of the chair you had been perched next to. âWhy donât you go say goodbye to everyone and make sure no one else needs a ride home, okay?â You nodded, speeding off into the dwindling late night crowd, quickly finding your friends, hugging them and then pointing over at Javi, biting down on your lip, as the rest of them giggled, waving at him as he politely waved back. A few moments later, you found Javi again, stumbling through the bar, grabbing a fist full of his button up shirt, pressing up on your tiptoes to give him a long, tender kiss.Â
âTake me home, baby.âÂ
After your 3rd trip to the bar bathroom and your self pep-talk in the mirror earlier, you knew you were drunk, but you hadnât realized just how drunk you were until you found yourself trying to crawl your way into Javiâs truck, the passengerâs seat seeming much higher up than usual as you took several missed steps trying to hoist yourself into the car.Â
âYou want help, hermosa?â Javi tried to keep his best from laughing as he watched you struggle.Â
â....Maybe. Jav, I think Iâm actually really drunk. Or the seat got higher. I think it would be less embarrassing if the truck grew. Or maybe I shrunk⊠Drunk and shrunk, those rhyme, Jav!â You sighed, placing your hands on your hips, looking up at Javiâs car in frustration.Â
âI think you and the truck are both the same size, baby. Here⊠1, 2, 3.â He smiled, grabbing you around your hips, lifting you into your seat, reaching over to click your seatbelt in before making his way to the driverâs side, strapping himself in and starting up the car. As Javi pulled out of the parking lot, you reached down to turn up the volume on the radio, turning it up even louder when you heard it was âEverybody (Backstreetâs Back)â by the Backstreet Boys. Even in your plastered state, you knew how much Javi despised this song, claiming heâd heard it enough times to last him a thousand lifetimes. You, on the other hand, thought it was catchy as hell, even more so now that you were drunk.Â
âI donât understand how you donât like this song! You yelled over the music, dancing in your seat, singing along to the lyrics.Â
âAm I original?âÂ
You pointed at Javi, waiting for him to sing along to the âyeahâsâ, frowning when all he did was laugh at you,Â
âAm I the only one?âÂ
You pointed at him again, this time getting a half assed âyeahâ out of him as you poked at his shoulder.Â
âAm I sexual?âÂ
You outstretched your arm towards him, raising an eyebrow and biting down on your lip as you smirked, watching Javi reluctantly sing along to the last âyeahâ, shaking his head, laughing at you.Â
âAm I everything you need, you better rock your body now- EVERYBODYYYYYY!â You screamed, pumping your fist in the air, pretending to sing into your imaginary microphone, Javi trying to keep from bursting into hysterics from your over dramatic performance. You paused mid chorus, looking over to see him lovingly laughing at you, making you give him your most sarcastic stank face. âAre you laughing at me, Javier JesĂșs Peña? Are you not enjoying your concert?âÂ
âOsita,â He grinned, reaching down to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, âthereâs nothing I love more than watching you sing along to whatever song it is while we drive. Itâs my favorite thing. Even if youâre fucking ridiculous sometimes.â
âNuh uh, youâre the ridiculous one, Jav. Ridiculously fucking hot. Do you like, ever look in the mirror and just admire how attractive you are? All the girls at work think so, too. They told me when I was leaving tonight that I was a lucky lady and you know what I told them? Bitch, absolutely I am. My husband is so fucking hot and sweet and perfect and to top it all off, heâs got a huge dick. Wait, maybe I didnât say that last part to them⊠If I did, Iâm sorry. But Iâm not sorry, âcause itâs true.â Javi practically choked on his own spit, his quiet laughter to himself halted by your last comment.Â
âWell, youâre very sweet, Osita. I hope for everyoneâs sake you spared them the last part.â Javi laughed, giving your hand a little squeeze as you rested your head on his shoulder across the center console.Â
âIâm being serious, Javi! It really isnât fair to everyone else how fucking handsome you are. Or that like, youâre fucking sex god. Can we have sex when we get home? Please please please?â You begged, trying to give him your best drunken puppy dog eyes and pouty lip, Javi gently patting your leg knowing you were in absolutely no state to do anything besides get force fed some Gatorade and ibuprofen and go to sleep.Â
âI think that we need to get you into bed, baby. Maybe tomorrow, okay?âÂ
âInto the bed where we have awesome sex all the time.â You retorted, shooting him a clumsy wink, pointing your finger at him. âExcept this morning when we had sex in the bed and the shower. The shower is also a good place for sex. Do you remember when we had sex this morning?â You giggled, rubbing your hand over Javiâs thigh, working your way further up the denim before Javi reached down, placing your hand back in his, pulling it away.Â
âYes, Osita, of course I remember. Tonight weâre just gonna get into the bed and sleep.â Javi chuckled, smiling at you with your bright red cheeks, still dancing in your seat to whatever song was playing on the radio as he turned to pull into the driveway of your house.Â
âOh my gosh, weâre already home?! That was so fast. Letâs go to bed so we can sleep.â You gave Javi an overexaggerated wink as you parked in the garage, fumbling with the door handle to try and get out of the truck. Wanting to make sure you didnât topple out of the passenger seat, Javi quickly unbuckled his seat belt, walking around to your side of the car, helping you down. You shot off to the door, fighting with the locked doorknob to try and get it open, instantly turning to panic when you realize it wouldnât budge. âJav! Jav! I forgot to bring my keys with me, I think weâre locked out of the house, Iâm so- Oh. Nevermind.â Javi came up behind you, dangling his keys before reaching down to unlock the door. You stumbled through the mudroom and down the hallway, your eyes lighting up as you realized you were passing the kitchen. Trying to dart your way towards the pantry, you forgot that you had kicked off your shoes only a few moments earlier, making you slip and stumble on the hardwood floor, promptly landing you right on your ass.Â
âJesus Hermosa, are you okay?â Javi rushed over, eyes wide with concern as he watched you tumble, trying to pick you up from the hysterical heap you had fallen into.Â
âI forgot I had socks on and I slipped. Iâm such a fucking idiot, oh my god, that had to have looked so funny. My butt is gonna hurt tomorrow.â You cackled, hoisting your body up as Javi pulled you to stand, holding his hands firm on your hips, making sure you were stable.Â
âAlright, câmon Osita, weâre almost to bed.âÂ
âWait, wait, I want Pop-Tart though! Thatâs why I was running to the kitchen!â You protested, Javi grabbing you to stop you before you tried to run full force down the hallway and slip again.Â
âI will get you a Pop-Tart, you just get yourself into bed, okay? Iâll be there in a second.â Javi pleaded with you, trying to direct you back down the hallway towards the bedroom, hoping you would go and he wouldnât have to wrangle you any further.Â
âYou promise?â You frowned, poking Javiâs chest, standing your ground until you were positive you were getting a Pop-Tart before you fell asleep. Javi leaned down, planting a soft kiss in your hair, brushing a stray piece away from your face, giving you a reassuring smile.Â
âYes, I promise.âÂ
That was all it took to have you dancing down the hallway towards the bedroom, back to singing to yourself with each step.Â
âEveryboddyyyyy, rock your booooddyyy. Rock your body right. Back Streetâs back, alright!â Â
Finally seeing you had made your way into your room, Javi made his way to the kitchen, shuffling through the pantry to grab a shiny silver Pop-Tart wrapper, a red Gatorade and a bottle of Advil from the medicine cabinet before quickly heading back down the hall, your singing now muffled as Javi found you laying face down in the bed, still fully clothed. Javi wasnât going to let you fall asleep in jeans and a sweater, so he carefully flipped you over, making you giggle as he began to unbutton your pants, shuffling them down your legs.Â
âI thought you said we werenât having sex tonight, so why are you undressing me, hmmm?â You sassed, wiggling your bottom half to help Javi get your jeans off before he grabbed your arms, pulling you up to sit and prompting you to lift up your arms, stripping you of your top. âAre you trying to look at my boobs? I want a piece of Pop-Tart before you get a free show.âÂ
âIâm just trying to get you in pajamas, baby. Iâm not gonna let you fall asleep in what you wore to the bar. How about this, if you can get yourself in some pajamas, Iâll give you your Pop-Tart.â Javi chuckled, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous compromise he was finding himself making with his drunken wife.Â
âYou strike a hard bargain, Mr. Peña. Fine, I will put on pajamas. Only because I love you very, very, very, very, very much. And I really want that Pop-Tart.â You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as Javi threw you one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, haphazardly trying to wrestle them onto your body before flopping back down on the bed. âOkay, theyâre on! Pop-Tart me, bitch.âÂ
âDid you just say Pop-Tart me, bitch?â Javi snorted, looking at you, sprawled out like a starfish, his shirt draped over your body backwards.
âPop-Tart me, bitch. Please.â You replied, smugly nodding your head, pointing finger guns at him.Â
âYouâre lucky youâre cute. Iâm gonna go close up the house and then Iâll be back in bed. I love you, Osita.â Javi grinned, planting a kiss on your forehead, gently brushing your hair out of your face.Â
âI love you too, Javi. My Pop-Tart and my pussy are both ready for you when you get back.â You giggled, reaching over to grab the shiny, silver snack package Javi had left for you on your nightstand, now grabbing it like a microphone as you sang into it. âBack Streetâs back, alrightttttt!âÂ
âJesus ChristâŠâ Javi laughed, shaking his head as he gave you one last kiss before making his way back out of the bedroom, leaving you happily humming as you nibbled on the corner of your Pop-Tart, propped up on your stack of pillows. It didnât take long for Javi to close up around the house, making sure to grab an extra package of Pop-Tarts and a big glass of water from the kitchen on his way back. âHowâs the Pop-Tart, Osita?â Javi asked, gently closing the door behind him.Â
Silence.Â
âOsita?â He asked again, this time turning around to see that your singing and giggles had come to an end as you were passed out cold, sprawled out on top of the covers, Pop-Tart resting on your chest, rising and falling slowly with your soft snores. Javi laughed to himself, carefully taking the Pop-Tart off your chest and lifting you up to tuck you in under the covers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. âDucles sueños, Osita. Te amo mucho, loca (Sweet dreams, little bear. I love you so much, crazy.)
The next morning, you could hear yourself audibly groan as you turned over in the bed, shielding yourself from the sunlight peeking through the cracks in your curtain, head pounding from the brightness. You rubbed your eyes, squinting as you looked over at your nightstand to see the red letters of your alarm clock reading â10:37 A.M.â and the shiny glare of an opened Pop-Tart package, covered by a blue sticky note. You twisted over, realizing that Javiâs side of the bed was empty, before turning back with a grunt, reaching over to grab the sticky note.Â
Morning Osita. Thereâs Advil and Gatorade for you when you wake up. I think you may need it. Iâll have breakfast for you whenever you get up, unless you just want the Pop-Tart.Â
Love youÂ
-JÂ
Slowly, you hoisted yourself up, grabbing the Gatorade and pills Javi and left for you, popping them in your mouth, followed by a big swig of your drink, running both your hands over your face before letting out a deep sigh and sliding out of bed. You trudged down the hallway, rubbing your hand on your hip to ease the bruising pain you had felt since getting out of bed, greeted by the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, and Javi sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, sipping on a cup of coffee.Â
âGood morning, sleepy head.â Javi chuckled, peeking over the top of his newspaper as he watched you as you stumbled your way into one of the empty kitchen chairs next to him at the table.Â
 âI feel like shit.â You groaned, propping your elbows up on the table, resting your face in your hands. Javi set down his paper, draping his arm over your back, tracing small circles with his thumb along your still backwards shirt as he planted a soft kiss in your messy, sleepy hair.Â
âYou were pretty drunk last night, Osita. Did you see the note I left for you?â Javi laughed quietly, shaking his head as he continued to rub your back. You turned your head over, looking up at Javiâs sympathetic gaze, scrunching your face as you let out a deep sigh.Â
âYes thank you, oh my god, that Gatorade and Advil is gonna save my life. Why the hell was there a Pop-Tart on my nightstand?â You mumbled, reaching over to steal a sip of Javiâs coffee, accidentally letting a little dribble fall down onto your shirt, you were just now realizing it wasn't on right. âWait, is my shirt backwards? My ass hurts like hell too, what the hell happened last night?âÂ
âWhy donât I get you some breakfast and Iâll tell you all about it.â
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hello love:)
i absolutely love your social media au stories! <33 i was wondering if you could please do a lando norris one with the song âbad ideaâ by olivia
BAD IDEA, RIGHT?
PAIRINGS: lando norris x ex fem!reader
TYPE: social media au
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yourusername: camera crumbs âš
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user: the prettiest
user: sheâs literally glowing!! đ
user: those two shirts are a MUST
oscarpiastri: my mom says iâm cool too đ€Ș
âł yourusername: đđđ
isahernaez: HOT
âł yourusername: thatâs youuu đ
âł user: carlando exes >>>
landonorris: orange still looks good on you đ
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user: missing my favorite wag hours đ
user: body goals đ©
user: waiting for the *liked by landonorris*
charlottesiine: the prettiest đ
âł yourusername: right back at you;) đ
user: did you love making lando cry? đ€Ł
âł user: i was sooo confused by your comment until i saw her shirt on the last post lmao
user: gorgg đ
user: orange??!? for lando?!?? đ
âł user: they broke up, get over it!
user: your smile is the prettiest smile ever, i swear đđđ
user: so pretty wtf đ©
user: missing you in the paddock, queen đđ
user: idc what anyone says sheâs âšGLOWINGâš
âł user: sheâs always been gorgeous but the post break up is hitting different lately!!!
user: missing my fav girl đ©đ©đ©
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yourusername: đ
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user: there it is, âliked by landonorrisâ
user: not lando liking this post đ
âł user: my man is still down bad, idcc
user: STUNNING đ
user: my eyes have been blessed, omg đ
user: iâm not imaging lando liking this right?!?!?
lilymhe: youâre so photogenic, i canât
lilymhe: hOT đźâđš
âł yourusername: đđđ
user: soMEONE CHECK ON LaNDO!!
âł user: yaâll try to make a big deal out of everything, i swear! canât exes be friends?!? smh
user: *liked by landonorris* ngl that took me out đ
âł user: heâs reappearing after a whole month lmaoo
âł user: heâs desperate đđđ
user: omg, youâre truly soo stunning!! đ©đ©
alexandrasaintmleux: đđđđ
âł yourusername: â€ïžâ€ïž
user: pretty girl!!
user: lando liked now weâre waiting for a comment đ€Ł
oscarpiastri: answer my text NOW!!
âł user: please, this is soo funny đ
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yourusername: i know i should stop, but i canât đ€·đ»ââïž
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user: stop what, queen?!???
âł yourusername: posting pics, babe
âł user: nOOO!! I LIVE FOR yOUr POsTS
user: đđ
oscarpiastri: i donât like that caption đ€
âł yourusername: meaning??
âł oscarpiastri: noo comment âŠ
user: SLAYYYYY đđđ
carlossainz55: that caption is insinuating something, isnât it?
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user: her outfits are always đ
user: did anyone else see carlos comment?!??
âł user: wHAT COMMENT?!?? WHERE?!!?
âł user: he deleted it đđ but it said, âthat caption is insinuating something, isnât it?â
âł user: wtf does that even mean?!!??!?
âł user: lando, maybe?!?? idk đđđ it might not even mean anything, iâm just delusional lmao
âł user: if it didnât mean anything, why delete it tho?!??
user: idk about yaâll but carlos deleting his comment seems sus??? like what does he know?!??
user: mother is slayinâ đ
user: i wish i had her style
user: everyoneâs freaking out overs carlos deleted comment but what about oscarâs comment?!?? what did he mean by âi donât like the captionâ and the âno commentâ comment?!???
âł user: iâm tELLING YAâlL, thEreâs something they know thaT WE DONâT!! đ©
user: yn and lando are definitely fucking around, i just know it! thatâs the whole reason for carlos and oscarâs comment, thereâs no other explanation
âł user: yaâll are so delusional đđđ LMAOO
user: she literally responded to a comment saying, âposting pics, babeâ when asked about the caption, hello??? yaâll just love to insinuate things
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landonorris: carlando podium!! đ đ thanks @mclaren
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user: mY CARLANDO HEART!! â€ïžđ§Ą
oscarpiastri: đđŒ
mclaren: YESSSSSSSSSIRRRRRRRRRRR
user: THE LAST POST?!! I REPEAT, THE LAST POST?!!? WHO IS THAT?!!? IS IT YN?!!?!
user: donât let carlando distract you from that last post
carlossainz55: â€ïž
user: smoooooooth operatorrrrrr
maxfewtrell: đ€©đ€©đ€©
user: is that yn?!?? someone please confirm đđđ
âł user: i donât think so, they donât even follow each other
user: youâre telling me my man is seeing someone?!? and it might not be yn?!!?
user: itâs literally carlos in a wig, yaâll
âł user: i thought it mightâve been oscar tbh
user: patiently waiting for the *liked by yourusername*
âł user: im waiting for her to comment
user: CARLANDO?!! AND YNLANDO?!!? SIGN ME TF UP
âł user: itâs not even yn
user: p1 & p2 baby!!! â€ïžđ§Ąâ€ïžđ§Ąâ€ïžđ§Ą #carlando
user: that ainât yn, yaâll! we gotta accept that they broke up and move on, as much as it hurts đ
âł user: nah, thatâs definitely yn!
user: i donât think itâs yn tbh
âł user: then who could it be?!?
team_quadrant: đŸ SMOOTH
user: lANDO WE NEED ANSWERS!!! WHO IS THAT?!??
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yourusername: bad idea, right? ohh well đ€·đ»ââïž
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user: nahhh đ this has to be a joke or sum
user: yn, babe, this is definitely a bad idea đ
user: OMG OMG!! PARENTS ARE BACK TOGETHER!!! đ€©
user: scReaming, wtfnalalslfsma
user: not lando reclaiming my wife đ
oscarpiastri: âwe wonât catch feelingsâ
âł yourusername: oops? hehehe đ«ą
user: i kNEW IT!! i CALLEd IT
user: THE WOrLD HAS HEALED!!
maxfewtrell: đ
landonorris: hey, you đđđ
landonorris: see you tonight? đ
âł yourusername: you got it;)
user: nahhh đđđđ yn youâre better than this
âł yourusername: sorry, bestie đ€·đ»ââïž i couldnât help it
carlossainz55: dios mĂo
translation: my god
alex_albon: oh my god, no way đłđł who would have thought???!??
âł yourusername: we get it, you know things đ
georgerussell63: guess i owe you @maxverstappen1
âł maxverstappen1: pay up, mate
user: this was so NOT on my 2023 bingo card, wth
user: does that mean my fav wag is back?!?? đ€©đ€©
francisca.cgomes: oohhh?? đ
user: youâre so đđđđ and then thereâs him đŹđŹ
user: not my wife getting back with him đ
user: count your days, l*and*
âł user: please đđ
user: this makes me so happy, idc
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landonorris: good idea, right? (swipe for a surprise) đ
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user: thE CAPTION, HELLO?!??!?
user: theyâre back together, thatâs all that matters đđ
yourusername: hey, you copied my caption âŠ
yourusername: youâre cute or whatevaa đ
âł landonorris: right back at you đ
user: I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS STILL
user: idk if i should be happy or cry
user: nOt him making her smile đ© that should be me
user: i wouldâve gotten back with her too, i get it, lando
oscarpiastri: okay, this is cute ⊠i guess
âł landonorris: you guess?
georgerussell63: đ
user: they really hard launched their relationship just like that
carlossainz55: whereâs the surprise?
âł yourusername: đ this is why iâm taking lando back from u
âł landonorris: technically, youâve always had me đ
maxverstappen1: from friends, to lovers, to exes, to fuck buddies, to lovers again ⊠cute
âł user: does this confirms these fuckers never stopped seeing each other?!?? đđ
âł user: nOt max exposing them đ
âł user: max, youâre telling me that these two have been hooking up even after they broke up?!?? đ€
âł maxverstappen1: đđŒ
user: that last post is cute tho đ©
user: i NEEDED this!
user: ynlando nation rise!! our favs are back together đ
maxfewtrell: get it đ
user: i still cannot believe this is real
user: i guess this technically confirms they ended on good terms when they broke up the first time
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~RECORD OF RAGNAROK no sense đ€Ș~
Episode 13
(Notes: Female reader cause...come on Dadam would be a hyper protective dad if he had a daughter.
Deities involved: Hades,Loki,Shiva, Poseidon and Thor.)
~When Y/N brings her male buddies at home.~
Y/N:*happy aura* I'm so happy that Dad let you come with me!!
Loki:I'm surprised too.
Shiva:Yeah "I mean he's called the lover boys killer"
Hades: I hope he can enjoy the apple cider I brought here.
Y/N:Of course he will!*smiles and opens the door* Dad! We're here!
Adam:Welcome back home sweetheart*Pat's Y/N's head*
Y/N:*giggles* Are mom and big brothers home?
Adam:Yes, they are in garden right now. Why don't you go give them a hug? They missed you a lot.
Y/N: *nods* Okay! My friends can help you preparing dinner!! *turns to the boys* It won't take too long!*runs in the garden*
The gods:.....*they all look at Adam*
Adam:*keeps smiling while looking at Y/N*
Poseidon/Thor:....*clearly have a bad feeling*
Shiva: She always looks so innocent."I bet she's a naughty girl under the sheets" *pervert smirk*
Loki:Yeah....so innocent..."I really want to corrupt that innocence "* psycho smirk*
Adam:....*the smile drops*
Poseidon/Thor: "Idiots he can tell what you're thinking "
Hades:*coughs cause he knows that he has to make a good impression * It's an honor to meet you Adam, I'm Hades,a close 'friend' of your daughter. As a gift for your hospitality I brought you some Apple cider...
Adam:I have five rules. Memorize them.
Hades:Umh...of course I mean it's your house...
Adam: Rule number ONE: Don't bother sucking up. I HATE you. That's not gonna change.
Hades: I...I beg your pardon?
Adam: You'll give me your phone numbers and social media when I call you, you WILL answer. That's rule number TWO. You're not welcome here you're insects, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the food chain. You WILL obey to me without complaining.*menacing aura*
Loki:*starts shaking*
Adam: When you go out with her or come here to do anything, you will ALWAYS keep some distance from her. Which brings me to rule number THREE, don't try be a Romeo or a Don Giovanni when you're alone with her. If I don't see doesn't mean I won't know if you did something.
Thor/Poseidon:....*nod*
Adam: Rule number FOUR:... If she calls me....telling me that you hurt her or tried doing SOMETHING to her don't bother call me to give me explanations.Not only you will have lost your chances with her but you definitely asked for death.
Shiva:*raises his hand while shaking*
Adam:what?
Shiva:Â You said five rules. That was only four.
Hades:...."He did not...just ask him that..."*mentally facepalming*
Adam:Â *evil smirk* Rule number FIVE: You must refer to me as SIR. If you want to live. Do not call me Adam, man, bud, buddy,pops or "dad". You won't EVER get the privilege and the honor to do that.
Shiva:....of...of course sir....
Adam:Good.
Y/N: I'm back!! Guys,are you okay? You look pale.*clueless *
Thor:....we...
Adam:They are fine sweetheart, they must be tired,I heard that coming from Valhalla can be exhausting for a god. Right?*smiles*
Poseidon:....it's true...
Y/N: Is that so....well you can rest now! Mom and I will prepare lunch!!
Adam: Sweetheart you should rest too, Cain and Abel can help your mother. Why don't WE give them a tour of the house?
Y/N:*smiles* That's a wonderful idea dad!!
Adam: Well then, it's decided.*keeps smiling*
Poseidon: "We knew...what kind of man was Adam"
Hades:"....The rumours were clear..."
Thor: ".....But we ignored them ...and still came here..."
Loki:"....We literally threw ourselves in the lion's den..."
Shiva:"...Sure we may be gods...but now..."
The gods: "We're really fucked."
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sharing this little thing I did for my oc x canon ship đ This is Khroâa Tsrafmi, my oc, and recom Mansk from the movie Avatar The Way Of Water! more info will be posted about them soon maybe idk hehe
quick summary of their story so far tho: Mansk survives the events of Avatar 2 and is found and imprisoned by Khroâa and the others. Khroâa and Mansk get closer etc. neytiri jake moment buT mansk still betrays khroâa in the end and gets rescued by the rda cause angst is yummy LMAOO đ€Ș đ€Ș đ€Ș â€ïž â€ïžthey also obv like each other but wont admit it ha h a
ANYWAY I also wrote a thingy for this illust too  đ€Ș â€ïž â€ïž
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BETRAYAL
Khroâa had expected this. He had told himself that he would prepare for the worst case scenario. Yet when the worst had arrived, he was full of uncontrollable anger and alsoâŠsomething else he dared not to admit-
He was heartbroken. As ridiculous as it sounds, he has become fond of the mysterious and silent man. Khro'a thought he saw more in him than simply another dangerous recom warrior but I guess he thought wrong.
Memories of them getting closer and even almost knowing each other to a really personal level, flashed through his mind as he stood there in the middle of the burning forest as everyoneâs frantically trying to escape the sky peopleâs attacks.
Mansk stands next to Lyle Wainfleet across the chaos from where Khroâa is at. They were far from each other but not far enough to see where both of them were standing.
âGood work, Mansk!â Lyle shouts, patting Mansk on the shoulder to make sure he heard him over all the loud noises of gunshots firing and crackling wood in the fire.
âLets get you the fuck out of here.â
Before they leave, Mansk and Khroâa make eye contact. Khroâa, doing his best not to get swayed by his emotions, stops himself from running headfirst towards the man to finish him in one go with his blades. All he could do was hiss back angrily at their direction as hot tears streamed down his face. If only he had been carrying his gun, he would have already shot Mansk by this point. You could only see a mixture of disappointment, rage, and despair on Khro'a's face at that moment.
Mansk witnessed everything. But he held a blank expression.
At least that's what Khro'a, whose vision was already a little fuzzy, could see.
Even though a lot of things happened so quickly, everything still seemed to move slowly.
Mansk still looking at Khroâaâs expressions and taking it all in, Its clear to see that he had completely broken his âfriendâsâ trust. Khro'a claims he never trusted Mansk, but Mansk didn't buy it because he could generally read Khro'a right away. Mansk was aware that Khro'a had some faith in him and hoped, deep down in his mind and heart, that this wouldn't happen.
The two took a second after khroâa looks away and immediately helps out other naâvis escape as they run deep into the woods, away from the sky people.
Mansk turns his back from the forest and finally follows Lyle, who was standing by one of the RDA's gunships for him.
âEverything is a part of the mission. It's what I have to do as a recom soldier." Mansk quietly reminds himself the most basic cliche ass shit ever. (SorryLMAO)
These kinds of situations don't allow for feelings. You must be an absolute fool if you fall for any of that nonsense.
Khro'a and Mansk knew that very well. They shouldn't get involved, so they never expected anything to happen between them.
So why does it still hurt a little even when you expected THIS to happen? Why hope that things might change at all?
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when you grab their chest â akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen
Authorâs Note: pardon the ridiculously long title. đ„Žđ âFem!Readerâ applies to Tengen only.
when you grab their chest â akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen
Akaza x Reader, Douma x Reader, Muzan x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~900
CW: dark humor, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: I have a requestđ€ I recently read a certain ass slapping fic which I adored could you do a similar fic with the same characters +giyu and Douma with the reader coming up from behind the and squeezing their man tiddies
~faqs~
I 100% wouldâve used MAN TIDDIES in my title, but figured Tumblr would hide this post from tags if I did, so I went w/ âchestâ instead đ
Also, some of these are canon compliant â Muzan, Kyojuro, Giyuu
While others are set in modern au (alternate universe; modern setting) â Akaza, Douma, Tengen
AKAZA
Immediately tenses
#noice đđ after all, the man is ripped
The more Akaza tenses, the more you wanna squish
Except, itâs kinda hard to squish pure, flexed muscle ?? đ
âAkaza, my love, could you relax?â đ„ș
Heâs still confused, but my love automatically has him at your beck and call, so-
He relaxes
*gleeful squeal* đ *squish squish* đ
Aaand heâs tensed again
If you actually take the time to explain yourself, then heâll be absolutely embarrassed flattered
Lowkey decides to do an extra 100 push ups daily, just bc heâs so darn in love w/ you đ
DOUMA
Doumaâs been waiting all his life for you to grab his moobs
So like
Heâs one happy camper !!!!! đđ„ł
âall his lifeâ = since he met you
As for âmoobsâ? I had to, just once đ
Slowly flexes them so he can hear your amazed gasp đ
âAre you drooling?â he smirks
âFuck off,â you scowl
You try to withdraw your hands to wipe away your incriminating drool đđ€€
But he doesnât let you đ€Ș
He squeezes your wrists, grinning widely to himself, âDonât leave me.â đ
âBut Iâm done,â you grumble, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades (youâve already accepted your fate đ€ )
âIâm not,â he retorts, âNot even close.â đ€
Translation? Douma wants you to massage his pectorals
#pretty pls and ty
MUZAN
Once again, Iâm presuming youâre a demon, and Muzanâs immediate reaction is to slice off your hands đ
Thank gosh for regeneration! đźâđš
Youâve gotta quit surprising him đ€Ș
I mean
Yeah
He enjoys when you touch him đ
BUT, he has a reputation to uphold, and being startled by your random displays of physical attention doesnât exactly help đ
The implication that he lets his guard down w/ you (bc how else could you ever hope to genuinely startle him?) is making me feel things đ
âDo that again, and I wonât be so forgiving.â
The faint dip between his brows has you thinking otherwise đ€
âWhat if I ask first?â đ
Youâre treading on thin ice đŹ
His eyes flash, âPardon?â
Good thing heâs close to cracking too đ
âIf I ask to touch you?â
Iâll kill you âYou wouldnât.â
WeLp
He didnât say No đ€
(obvi consentâs a must, but in this specific context mutual flirtationâs strongly implied and also itâs literally Muzan)
âOh!â <â Kyojuro exclaims, cheerful as ever âșïž
âHello there,â he chuckles, smiling at the feeling of your body pressed against his back, âAre you checking something?â
âMhm,â you grin, âTheyâre still here!â đ
âMy pectorals?â his head tilts, âOf course they are?!â
Heâs ~a little oblivious, okay? đ
âHow about you hug me from the front?â he suggests gently, âThat way I get to hug you too!â
đđđ
Heâs so precious
How could you refuse?????
Spoiler alert: you canât
GIVE THE MAN HIS HUG đ„șâ€ïžâđ„
Spoiler alert: you give Kyojuro his hug, and it is very cozy đ„°
A tad sweaty + suffocating, but you wouldnât trade it for the world đ„ș
Shocked đ”âđ«
Giyuuâs inner monologue: ????? What? Is? This?
Giyuuâs outer dialogue: *still as stone*
âGiyuu?â you immediately remove your hands, scurrying to his front side, head tilted w/ concern, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfort-â đ
âYou didnât,â he interrupts quietly, finally grasping his bearings, âIt wasâŠâ aaand now heâs blushing, â... nice.â đ„șâșïž
Your nose scrunches, relief relaxing your shoulders as you nod sheepishly, âIâm glad I didnât freak you out too much.â
âMhm,â he smiles reassuringly, âYou freaked me out,â gently guiding your palms back to his chest, âBut not too much,â winking shyly at you, âThe perfect amount, in fact.â
HELP !!!!! CAN YOU JUST CAN IÂ FWIBEIUVLNSOUEJGBWO;GNS
Suave, sexy, knows-what-he-wants, isnât-afraid-to-tell-you, will-even-go-after-it-himself Giyuu has entered the chat
AnD I AM HERE FOR IT đđđđ
LOUD LAUGHTER
You can feel it through his tiddies đ
âEnvious, my dear?â đ
Okay
Presumptuous much? đ
But alllso đ
âIf you could shareâŠâ you pout, âGimme just a lil?â đ€
âYouâre welcome to work out with me,â he chuckles fondly, flexing for you, âThese could totally be yours!â
You sigh, âTengen, pectorals and breasts arenât the same thing.â
âI know that,â he shrugs, patting your knuckles reassuringly, âYour breasts are perfect, and Iâm happy to coach you and your pectorals if you so desire.â
You decide to test the waters đ
âWhat if my pectorals get bigger than yours?â đ
Tengen immediately drowns you đđ
âNot a chance.â đ
And then he tacks on, a tad nicer, âBut you could certainly get very big pectorals.â âșïž
âJust not bigger than yours,â you grin đ
He nods grimly, âMy ego would pop.â đ
âAnd that would be tragic.â âčïž
âIndeed,â he squeezes your hands (which remain splayed across his chest), still basking in your touch, âI appreciate your understanding.â đđ„°
(fyi, if your pectorals did get bigger than Tengenâs, then heâd: survive, be super proud of you, and beg to know your workout regimen)
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loose virginity with him(Jungkook smut)
Pairing: Jungkook x You
Genre: Mafia!AU, action, angsttttt, smuttttt
Tags:.Oh! and also oral (f), fingering (f), orgasm denial, dirty talkkkk (Jungkook is nastyyy đ€Ș) unprotected sex, virginity loss, light degradation, corruption kink, sir kink, BIG cock, squirting, orgasm control, creampie đž đŒđ· đč đ»
Raiting: +18
Summary: Donât trust anything in this story. Donât trust the cute bright cover, donât trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.
As Jungkook set his phone back in his pocket he raised his eyes back to you.
âDonât worry baby itâs no one importantâ
Is he reading your mind ?
âJust checking the time you knowâ Your heart sunk in your stomach. You immediately looked up at the clock hanging on the wall behind him. Almost midnight, it read.
âSorry I should let you head homeâ you must be boring him you thought to yourself. Of course you were.
âNoâ he said, his voice shifting again, reminding you of the tone he used in the shop just yesterday. âI was just wondering when it was going to be time for desertâ
FuckâŠ
Your heart jumped from the bottom of your stomach to your throat, over excitedly pumping boiling blood and adrenaline through your veins, making your cheeks and chest burn.
âAre you blushing baby girl?â he whispered while he leaned in over the table closing in the distance between you. âYouâre so fucking cuteâ.
âThank youâ you squeaked, embarrassing yourself which made Jungkook chuckle.
âAre you daydreaming about all the nasty stuff I texted you about?â you stayed frozen solid as you lost track of yourself in his dark brown orbs. He kept on leaning in, you licked your lips nervously and Jungkookâs eyes instantly shifted down to them.
âYou want me to make your dreams come true Princess?â Now his lips were grazing over your wet ones. This simple little touch sent a shot of electrifying sparks into your core. You nodded your head slowly.
âSay itâ he whispered even quieter now as his warm hand slipped beneath the table and under your flowy dress, fingertips brushing over the thin skin of your inner thigh. You couldnât help but let out a meek little whimper which made him smirk. âSay it, princessâ he repeated, his hand continuing to progress on your thigh until he reached the delicate lace lining of your panties. Not quite touching you yet. So close but yet so far.
âPlease make my dream true, sirâ you huffed, giving in, surrendering yourself without putting up much of a fight.
âGood girl"
Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately, prying your mouth open to taste you, not letting you time to protest but even if you could have it was never your intention. You waited long enough for that. And you chose him. With him it finally felt right.
Jungkookâs pointer finger pressed precisely on your clit, applying pleasurable pressure on it, making you gasp and bang your knee on the table, nearly knocking over your half-full bowl. as he put more pressure on it. Not giving you the satisfaction of friction just yet. Just driving you even crazier with desire. So in a shameful and unpremeditated reflex you bucked your hips against his single finger.
Immediately he retracted his hand and broke the kiss. You bit your lips in regret as you opened your eyes back up to look at him. A familiar evil twinkle was dancing in his eyes.
âWhat a naughty girlâ he wrapped a firm hand around your nape. âGrinding her little pussy against me like thisâ the remark made you blush in embarrassment.
âBlushing again?â he asked, this time practically growling. âYouâre really trying to make me go insane.â
At once he got up, making his chair fall back, he harshly lifted you up by the arm and flipped you over his shoulder with ease. Caring your body like it was nothing but a mere feather.
He walked through the living room and hall with big strides and tossed you on the bed, earning a yelp from you. He didnât even bother to switch on the light, only keeping the door open, the lighting from the hall making the atmosphere incredibly intimate.
âTake this flimsy dress off. Now. Keep the heelsâ his tone was demanding and impatient. So much so that even the crippling fear of what you were about to do was swept away and replaced by the fear of disobeying your masterâs orders.
You opened the zip in the back of your dress and just let it slide off your body, revealing the burgundy lingerie set you carefully picked out for him.
âFuck" he swore under his breath as his eyes trailed down your high heeled scadals to the curved you thighs and your chest hidden away in the beautiful bra and finally to your glistening collarbones.
You swallowed thickly at the sight of the tent he was so visibly pitching in his pants, making it look incredibly uncomfortable.
âFucking lace?â he asked, hands going to the navy blue silk shirt. âOnly sluts wear laceâ he grunted rapidly, shedding every piece of clothing he had. Even the tight boxers, made his thick and hard cock spring up and stand tall.
He looked glorious, the light from the hall was casting his large shadow on the wall, the silver chains and necklaces hanging low on his chest pulling your eyes further down to the incredible cock you were so vividly remembering from yesterday, your mouth instinctively watering.
âSpread your legsâ he ordered and you did. Fat cock in hand he stood on his knees and harshly pulled on your hips to take you closer to him, you let out another whimper.
His hot tip touched your clothed little pussy, aiming directly at the sensitive bud. Baekhyun took a wicked pleasure in making teasing slow circles. As close to you as he was, the miniscule ply of fabric between you was way too much. So you whimpered again.
When his tip pressed on you, you suddenly got nervous.
âPlease⊠I-⊠Jungkook⊠Iâve neverâ you stumbled on your words.
âDonât worry princessâ he smiled reassuringly at you âIâll make you nice and ready for meâ.
He pulled on your legs and brought your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. He laid gentle kisses on your pubic bone before catching the lace between his teeth. He looked back up at you with the same eyes you saw in the shop, the same blazing desire that made your center quiver in anticipation.
He slid the panties down to your ankles where it hung on one of your feet.
âWill you be a good girl for me baby ?â he asked, voice strained and heavy while he eyed down your thighs tightly pressed together.
âY-yes sirâ you murmured, goosebumps rising on your bare skin.
âThen let me see your beautiful little pussy and spread your legs for me baby.â
With a shaky breath you parted your thighs slowly and as your knees got further and further apart Jungkookâs smirk got wider and wider.
âFuckâ he breathed out eyes fixed on your aching, quivering center. His breath tickled your intimate parts as he leaned in. âDessert is fucking servedâ he whispered before digging in. Instantly, he aimed his tongue at the swollen bud.
The contact of his wet and cool tongue made you arch your back, sinking your head back in the plushy mattress.
âFuck you taste so good babydollâ he said not parting himself from you, vibrations pulling a sharp breath out your trembling lips.
This feels different from anything youâve ever done to yourself; it has no comparison at all.
âYou like my mouth on your soaked little pussy?â he asked teasingly, slowing down the pace, gently sucking on your sensitive nub.
âYes, sirâ you cried out, taking out the frustration of this slow pace onto the sheets, fisting them angrily.
âWhat about this?â he slipped one slender finger inside your narrow little pussy. Your lips rounded up in surprise as you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, wanting to see his face.
âFuckâ you swore when you felt his blunt nail pushed deep inside you, rubbing circles on your sweet spot.
âAw baby! Does that feel good?â
You only nodded as a response, your eyes starting to prickle with tears as he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly at first but rapidly picking up the pace to a point where you couldnât help but to let small whimpers fill out the space between the two of you.
âAw baby youâre so cute getting overwhelmed with just one fingerâ he chuckled. âAre you sure your virgin little pussy can handle me?â Once again your distressed mind is unable to come up with words to form an answer but this time he stopped when you didnât reply anything back.
âYes!! Yes!!â you breathed out hurriedly when you felt the pleasure gradually lessen, desperately, longing for him to finger fuck you again.
âWhat a good girlâ he said as he slipped another finger inside.
âOh my godâ you cried again, this time you couldnât help two big tears to roll down your burning cheeks. You felt yourself deliciously stretch to his liking. One finger was easy but two was something else. A dull and muted pain made you wince. Jungkook moved very gently, taking his time to stretch you properly. When you started to relax he leaned in again to wrap his mouth around your swollen clit.
âFuck baby you taste deliciousâ he growled. Gradually the pain turned into pleasure and he picked up the pace again. Fingers furiously pumping in and out of you while his tongue skilfully circled your clit. Everything worked perfectly together like well oiled machinery. Rapidly taking you to your peak like an ever ascending rollercoaster.
âAre you going to cum my princess?â Jungkook teased you.
âYes!!â you almost screamed, nails digging at the mattress, practically tearing the sheets.
âIâve never seen a virgin cunt so fucking eagerâ he said while digging one pointy tooth on your clit, pulling a loud gasp off your lips, making your walls throb around his diggits. âFuck! What a dirty little cunt you have here. Sucking on my finger like thisâ he picked up the pace again and combined with the dirty talk you were done for.
But he abruptly pulled his fingers out your desperate little pussy.
âNo babyâ he said firmly âGood girls only cum on my cockâ
WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART .
NEXT PART WILL BE UPLOADED SOON.
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hey, can you write about how the reader would be dating Tom and being a super famous actress (English is not my native language, forgive me if I have mistakes)
yes, of course!! thanks for asking, I hope youâll enjoy it as much as I did writing itđ«¶
Tom Kaulitz x actress reader
he still canât believe how he pulled you. He couldnât believe that his message âHey shawty, letâs act together on Fifty Shades Darkerđâ would lead to you being his gf.
you are a famous actress and everyone knows you. Your movies are world-wide famous and he watched every single one of them.
and many times he forced you to watch them with him, even if you cringed every time you came on screen đ
he is very jealous of you and canât stand kiss/sex scenes that youâve made.
one time, when he knew that you had to film a movie with a lot of spicy scenes, he even tried to apply as the male leadđ€Ș.
ofc he didnât get the role, because he sucks at acting, but you appreciated the effort đ
so, to make everyone understand that youâre off limits, he left hickeys all around your body. Your stylists had to cover up all of them before filming and your manager scolded you so much for it.đ„č
But you didnât care, if your bf felt better that way so be it đ€.
whenever you two are invited to an elegant event together, he wants to get ready with you.
however he wants to get dressed separately, because as soon as you get out, all dolled up and looking amazing, he takes out his camera and starts taking photos of you.
he loves doing it, because he wants to look at photos of you that nobody has seen. It makes him feel special to have a whole photoshoot of you looking absolutely stunningđ„°.
ofc, at this events, matching outfits are a MUST.
if youâre wearing a red dress/suit (whichever you feel more comfortable wearing) he will wear at least a red accessorie. That could be his hat or even his wrist warmers.
He just want to feel connected with you in every way possible đ.
While being interviewed, he always has his hands on you whatever it being on your shoulder, knee or waist. He just feels the need to touch you.
obv he brags about having the most beautiful, amazing and talented girlfriend ever at his side. He just loves you so muchđ.
The fans LOVE you two as a couple. They never saw Tom so in love and happy with someone before, he even stopped flirting with his fans for you!!!
The pictures that paparazzi took of the both of you are mostly in his car, making out without shame as if nobody is watching.
well in that case you two knew that you were being watched, but Tom, being the needy boy that he is, didnât give two fucksđ.
The photo that fans love the most of the both of you, is surely the one that was taken on your latest date.
In the photo you are leaning on a wall watching the sunset with shining eyes, while Tom is just looking at you with the most adoring smile everđ.
He is just so grateful to have you near himđ«¶.
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DAYLIGHT
part 1 , part 2
lando norris x fem!oc
( yes, its gonna be a series and yes, i guess this is my comeback on tumblr)
summary: Adaezela Samu and Lando Norris have called each other their best friends for as long as they can both remember, until one of them decides to deal with the raising tension between them.
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crazy girl broke in and stole food from f1 driver Lando Norris, please send help
adaezelasamu at least shes not martha level of crazy, you should be grateful
‷landonorris im very much happy with this crazy girl
alex_albon weird, it also happened to me but the crazy girl was different đ€
‷landonorris then it must be a common thing, better lock the doors guys
‷lilymhe ahahaha you are so funny
‷adaezelasamu come here wifey, I'll defend us both đ©đŸââ€ïžâđâđ©đ»
‷lilymhe my hero đđđđđđđ
lilymhe wow send her my address i want her to break in my house too
‷adaezelasamu OMW
‷landonorris lily stop stealing MY best friend đđ
user1 its the way alex was talking about lily, his gf, and lando just went "it happens to all of us ig đ" as if adaezela was his gf lmaoo
user2 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD HOW
user3 she has such pretty smile omg đ„č
carlossainz55 what did you cook ada
‷adaezelasamu some appetizers and then a pasta cacio and pepe, of course everything was great as usual
‷carlossainz55 you will have to prepare us something one day
‷landonorris nope she only cooks for me and herself actually đđ
‷adaezelasamu not true, stop lying đđđ
‷landonorris you just broke my heart đđđđ
‷adaezelasamu i dont care đđđđđ
‷carlossainz55 you two are so dumb i swear
georgerussell63 carmen says hi!
‷adaezelasamu tell her i say that I miss her!!!! đđđđđđ
‷landonorris why are you all so affectionate with my ady đđ
‷georgerussell63 jealous much?
‷landonorris yes she was my best friend first
‷adaezelasamu lando, there is plenty of me to share between carmen, lily and you
‷landonorris no comment
user4 shes very pretty, how long have then been together?
‷user5 never, they are TECHNICALLY childhood best friends but everyone can see they basically in love with each others
‷user4 oh
user6 the way lando is jealous of how much attention the others are giving to her lmfao đđ
‷user7 its the way he's always saying MY best friend, MY ady , man is whipped
user8 lando could you please win the next grand prix? thank you đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
user9 i missed seeing adaezela
more...
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somebody tell this man to let me go home PLEASE
landonorris NOOOO
landonorris LET ME BOTHER YOU FOREVERRRR
user1 oh to be adaezela, complaining about lando norris wanting to be with you 24/7
‷user2 FR like pass him to me if you dont want him đđ
user3 mama y papa
landonorris she doesn't want to leave anymore đ€Șđ€Ș
‷adaezelasamu you literally gaslighted me because you were sCaReD or wtv
‷landonorris YOU DONT KNOW WHAT SHE COULD DO
‷adaezelasamu POLICE OFFICERS ARE LITERALLY OUTSIDE OF MY HOUSE TO PREVENT HER FROM DOING WEIRD SHIT??
‷landonorris yeah but what if đ
‷adaezelasamu there you go, making me feel bad again
‷landonorris đđđđđđđ
‷adaezelasamu FINE ill sleep here
‷user4 honestly what the fuck is fuck is happening?? like police officers outside of Adaezela'a house? lando being scared for her??
lilymhe babe call me plsssđ
‷adaezelasamu yes ma'am đ«Ą
user5 what kind of life are these two living like wtf đđ
carlossainz55 what is happening
‷landonorris ill call you carlos dw
‷user6 so not even lily or carlos knows what's going on??
charles_leclerc how is he even sleeping there
‷landonorris talent
‷adaezelasamu hes just weird charles dont ask questions
‷user7 PLSSSS ADAEZELA đđ
user8 couple goals honestly
‷user9 exactly, i want what these bitches have đ
user10 what is happening??? I hope both of them are ok cause wtf
‷adaezelasamu guys dont worry, both me and lando are fine! we just had an encounter with a crazy fan
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I have filth in my head and don't know how to type it out so feel free to add anything you like lmao đ€Ș
Very interested in masochist!sub! childe but also sub!childe in general
Like this man would do anything for you to step on his cock, it's his favorite punishment, but if you're a soft dom and kinda don't want to do that, he will legit spawn an overstimulation kink đ
This man is filthy and I'm so down for it
His favorite piece of jewellery is this one choker you had custom made for him! It looks very pretty and so blue so he can wear out and it looks like a normal choker but it has a special hole in the back for his very favorite leash đ„șđ„ș take him for walks in the night, he absolutely adores it
His next favorite piece of jewellery is this butt plug he bought impulsively bc you like it so much! You say it looks so pretty like his eyes, and even though he thinks his eyes are like a dead fish, if you say they're pretty, then they must be... right? You always remember to put it in after filling him up so well đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„°
On the rare days he's home before you, he takes a long, warm shower and makes sure to wear his collar and the dresses you call him beautiful in and sits by the door in his very cute red thong đ„°
Do you fuck him? Absolutely.
Djcjfbcjdjfjdjfjdbfjdnfjd I'm so sorry this is already a lot xD
Literally foaming at the mouth
Imagine heâs on his knees moaning like a whore as you step on his dick, switching between harshly pressing down on his sensitive cock, and moving your foot up and down. Heâs whining and thanking you for finally touching him as heâd been so needy but you had been too busy all day to entertain the nagging man.
Seeing the way he desperately bucked his hip into your shoe stirred something deep inside you, and you wanted to see more, so you stopped stepping on childes cock, chuckling at the way he looked up at you like you had just betrayed him.
âMâsorry pup, Iâm still quite tired, you think you can get your self off on my shoes?â
And of course he wastes no time repositioning himself so he is now grinding down onto you expensive shoe, heâs such a good boy.
He continued to rut against your shoe like a dog in heat till he came, and of course when you instructed him to clean up his mess, he bent all the way down and licked up his cum.
If I had the time I would write drabbles for all of your ideas cause there all so good đ„Ž but thank u for sharing ur filth with me i love it am !
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