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muffinpink02 · 3 months

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Sweaty Sessions

We all saw the gym pic Alexia put in her insta post, so of course I had to do a story of her in the gym.

@copper-16 I hope you enjoy the hip thrusts! 🤤 @codiemarin thank you for jumping in and giving me a detailed picture to write 🥵 💦 and @lucyandalexiafan thank you for always helping me with everything I write! ❤️ Sorry if it feels a little rushed.

Warning - smut 18 plus, strap, restraints, fingering,

Barcelona’s sun was extra hot today, you could feel the sweat dripping down your back as you rounded the corner to your house. You let out a puff of air as you dropped your keys in the bowl next to the front door. You caught a quick glimpse of yourself in the mirror after your run, your face was sweaty, your cheeks were red and your baby hair was starting to curl. The built-in AC was a welcome on your damp skin.

“Ale, I’m home.” You called out, but got no response.

You walked into the back of the house, knowing your girlfriend would be in her favourite room.

You took your headphones out as you approached the door to your shared home gym. You could hear the familiar sounds of her heavy panting before you had even turnt the corner. You couldn't ignore the way it made your pussy flutter.

You spotted your girlfriend in the middle of her daily work out. You had seen the sight before, more times then you could count, but that didn't mean it ever got old, the view of Alexia working out never got old. In all honesty the mouth watering sight alone could get you wet if you watched her long enough, especially when the only items she wore were a sports bra and red gym shorts.

You slowly sneaked into the kitted out gym room, the heat in the room hit you straight away, it felt like a sauna. It was the only room where the AC wasn’t working, the repair guy was coming next week to fix it.

The blonde was in the middle of her hip thrusts, she hadn't noticed you come in, she had her headphones on, and her eyes closed as she concentrated on the heavy weight bearing on her hips, her deep breathing went in time with her motion. Your eyes greedily roamed her sweaty body, as her abs flexed with her movements.

You shook your head at the girl, only Alexia would work in a hot box for a room, the girl never missed her workouts for anything.

The music in her ears suddenly stopped. Her hazel eyes opened in confusion, a cute frown knitted between her eyebrows until she saw you. She gave you a quick smile, clearly still in the zone of her workout.

You eyed the plates on the metal bar, the weight combined was heavier than you, a stark reminder of the kind of power the girl possessed. Though you were reminded most nights when she had her way with you. Just the other night the blonde had you pinned to the wall, her strong arms held you up as she fucked you so effortlessly with her strap.

You smiled back at her, your mind was already filled with filthy thoughts, but you couldn't help it, not when she moved her hips the way she did. Her hips thrusted hard, as she pushed the heavy bar in the air, you felt your pussy squeeze as you watched her muscles flex again and again, her sweaty skin looked incredibly edible.

You flinched as she dropped the weight, the heavy clanking of the metal brought you back from your dirty day dream.

“Hola, baby. How was your run?” She breathed.

“It was good, thank you. How's your training going? Are you finished?” You asked with hope in your voice but you already knew the answer.

“No, I’m half way.” She chuckled.

You pouted as you stood over her. You rolled the bar down her legs, she eyed you as she took a drink from her bottle, the blonde could already read your mind. You lowered yourself on top of her hips, in a squat-like position.

“I bet you can’t do a hit with me on top.”

She wiped her wet lips as she smiled at your attempt to goad her.

“At least try and give me a challenge when trying to distract me, amor. Come, let me finish. I’ll be done soon.”

She patted your leg to move, You pouted again, giving her your best puppy eyes, she playfully rolled her own, smiling at your sulky face.

“Three thrust, then I train, okay?”

“Okay.”

Her warm hands grabbed your bare sides as she easily raised you off the floor with her movements, you felt your cunt flutter as her hard abs pressed into your core, just slightly giving you a little bit of friction, But she didn't stick to her own words as she thrusted again, and again, her hands squeezed your skin, holding you in place.

You could tell she was counting, she had clearly made a bet in her own head to get to a certain number, the competitiveness never stopped with this girl, even if it was with herself. You couldn’t hold back the giggles as she smiled at you. You held on to her shoulders as she pushed into you, easily lifting you up and down, her fingers flexed around your skin, making your stomach flutter.

A small gasp escaped your lips at a particularly hard thrust from the girl below. You bit your lip as your clit pressed just perfectly against her firm body, your hips naturally moved against her, wanting more friction.

She felt you move, she heard the gasp, a knowing smirk crept on her perfect face. You could feel yourself getting wet, the movement was sexual, there was no two ways about it. You had been in this very position only this morning, when Alexia decided she wanted you to ride her fingers.

But once again your filthy thoughts were interrupted.

“20. Done. Now let me train.”

“Make it 30.”

She chuckled. “No amor, let me finish, then you can have me.”

You tried to do your best pout again even adding a small roll of your hips, hoping the move would persuade her.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she felt you, the fingers on your sides tightly squeezing again. You took that opportunity to lean into her hot body, your lips traced her sweaty neck, you could taste the salt from her sweat on your lips. You dragged your tongue just below her ear, smiling when she made a small gasp of her own. You captured her ear gently between your teeth, giving her another sinful roll of your hips.

“Please baby. I want you.” You purred.

Her hips jolted up, you couldn't help but feel slightly proud of yourself as her normally strong resolve started to break. But just as you thought you had won you were being lifted into the air. Your face was met with Alexias back as she easily flung you over her shoulder, like some kind of cave woman.

“Ale!”

Moments later you were set back on your feet, standing next to the pull up station. The next couple of seconds were a blur. Her movements were quick, one minute you were dry humping your girlfriend, the next your arms were being pulled behind your back and were being tied up by the rubber bands that were attached to the bars above.

You felt the rubber around your wrist, you tried to pull at it but it was no use. You shouldn't have been too surprised that the girl was able to tie you up so effortlessly, she loved having you tied up in your sexual activities, she could make restraints out of almost anything, but you had never thought your resistance bands would be used on you.

She smirked as she pulled the bands, making sure you couldn't escape. A harsh tug brought you closer to her face. Her lips ghosted your own.

“As you can’t be good and keep your hands to yourself, you can wait.” She smirked as she pressed her lips onto yours.

Your mouth gaped open in disbelief, she gave your arse cheek a hard slap before she walked back to the equipment.

“No, Ale please! I’ll be good.” You cried out.

But it was no use, her face was already back in focus mode. You groaned as you watched Alexia completely ignore your presence and settle back into her hip thrust position, your complaints falling on deaf ears.

So you stood there. Staring at your girlfriend as she thrusted the heavy bar in the air. You tugged at the band once again, trying to free yourself but it was hopeless. You would just have to wait and watch, but at least the view was a good one.

Alexia was in the zone, she concentrated on her work out, finally finishing her remaining reps. As she stood you noticed her arms looked extra hard, you weren't sure if she was tensing or the girl had just gained more mass. But you were going to be a brat about it.

“Are you really going to leave me like this? Make me watch your work out? As if I'm impressed?”

She laughed out loud, wiping her sweaty forehead, but she didn’t respond. She picked up some more plates from the rack. She held the weight near her core, and pushed it on the bar in the most sexual manner, her eyes watching you as she did.

You rolled your eyes and looked away, but only for a second, you weren't about to let your pride get in the way of watching your girlfriend be a cocky dick, it was frankly the hottest thing on earth, but you weren't going to tell her that and let her ego grow even more.

Once she was finished with her peacocking, she moved to lay on the bench, lifting the bar with an eye watering amount of weights attached, but of course she only made it look easy.

You felt no better than a man as you watched the blonde working out, I mean, she was your girlfriend, you were allowed to watch, you were being made to watch, but you wanted to touch her, especially when she started to make those stupidly sexy grunting noises.

The grunts she let out was the same grunts you heard in your ear many a night, the same delicious groans that dripped from her mouth when she held you down and fucked you until she came on the base of her strap, grunting while she was deep inside you.

You caught your lip between your teeth, the heat between your legs was rising, your mind was clouded with images of Alexia, thinking about all the ways she would fuck you, use you, make you scream untill your voice was hoarse. The sound of a loud groan made your eyes flutter and your knees weak.

Alexia finished her reps with the chest press and moved over to the weights on the stand, not once did she look at you. She took out a 20kg kettlebell and began her kettlebell swings. It was no secret that the girl was fit, she did two workouts a day, everyday, plus training, plus running and everything else in between, but she still impressed you every time you watched her, the girl was a beast.

The blonde had almost forgotten you were there. She was mid lift when she caught you watching her in the floor length mirror. A coy smirk creeped on her lips at the angry yet horny look that sat on your face. She loved the fact that you were watching her, even if you had no choice in the matter. Though she knew you were enjoying the view, she just wanted to have a little fun with it.

She panted hard as she got to the last set, her cheeks hollowed out and her sweaty chest rose in time of her breathing, her goddess-like body was something of dreams.

You could really feel the heat between your legs now, a dull ache throbbing your core, you had never been so turned on and frustrated at the same time. Your thighs began to clench as you watched your very fit but very annoying girlfriend work out in front of you. you couldn't ignore the ache in your cunt anymore

“You’re loving this aren't you?” You raised your eyebrow at the blonde.

She chuckled as she returned the weight on the rack. She took another sip from her bottle before facing you.

“Sí. I am. You should have been patient, baby.”

You rolled your eyes. The girl could be such a fucking tease.

She walked towards you with a cocky smirk on her face.

“Ah don't be like that, amor. I know you enjoyed the view.”

“Would be better if I was allowed…”

Your sentence died in your throat. The blonde turned her back to you, you thought she was done with the conversation but you watched as she slowly started to stretch. Right in front of you. She bent straight over, touching her toes with ease. Her arse strained against the tiny shorts, giving you a perfect view of one of your favourite body parts. She was clearly trying to kill you.

“Alexiaaaa. Please. This isn't fair.” You cried out.

She laughed loudly as she straightened herself up. Your eyes roamed her wet, muscular body, she was covered in a sheen of sweat, even her top lip was wet.

You didn't know why but it was something that turned you on to no end. Seeing Alexia like this, all worked up, hot and sweaty made you clit throb. Maybe because it was a similar sight to when she fucked you.

“You can wait a little more.” She pulled the rubber band once more, making you jolt.

Before you could reply she was walking out of the gym.

“Ale! Where are you going? You can't just leave me!”

She ignored your calls once again. You huffed in annoyance, pulling at the arm band one more, but the tight rubber only pulled on your skin. The room was unbearably hot, your patience was wearing thin, especially as it was at least 5 minutes before she came back.

“Ale, what the fuck you c-can’t …” Your words stuttered on the tip of your tongue.

Alexia stood at the gym door wearing nothing but her favourite strap. The big strap.

“What was that sweetheart?”

You gaped at her, your mouth was suddenly dry. The sheer cockyness that dripped from the gril was spinning your head. The look she gave you was predatory, she stalked slowly over to you, you suddenly felt like a lamb who was about to be devoured by the lion

“Hmm? You seemed so impatient. I think you need something…. Big. Don’t you think?”

“N-no. I jus- ahhh.”

Your head was suddenly yanked back, Alexia had a vise-like grip of your hair, making you cry out.

“Get on your knees.”

You knelt to your knees, while Alexia kept her grip on you.

“Open your mouth.”

And like the good girl you were, you opened your mouth. She slid her dick in gently, but it didn’t stop you from gagging as it got halfway. You didn’t normally use this strap for oral, it was too big, but clearly Alexia wanted to prove a point with your lack of patience.

“Go slow.”

You did go slow, but the tears sprung to your eyes just as quickly. She slowly pressed her hips to your face, the pressure on your throat was a lot, but it only built the pressure between your legs.

“Keep going, you can take it.”

Your eyes closed as the tears ran down your cheeks. Her hand in your hair guiding you until your nose pressed against her firm stomach.

“That's it, your mouth is better when it's used for this, no?” She smiled down at you.

You opened your eyes, looking at the goddess above you. She wiped your tears with her free hand, it was a soft getsure considering her bravado was out in full swing. She cupped your chin as she pulled back, then slowly back in. The pace was slow but the spit in your mouth gathered fast, as the thick strap filled your throat.

You stayed on your knees for a couple more minutes as Alexia fucked your throat with the biggest strap you owned. You kept your throat as relaxed as you could, as she watched you take her, her own cunt throbbing.

“Get up.” Alexia snapped. She gently pulled the strap out of your mouth.

You didn't have a chance to move before she easily picked you up to your feet. Her sheer strength showing itself again.

She roughly turned you around, pulling your back against her chest. You let out a gasp as her teeth sunk into your shoulder.

“You’ve become very impatient, baby. Have you lost all your manners?”

Her mouth started to suck where she bit you, her strap pressing into you as you let out a groan. She had a tight hold of your wrist behind your back, you couldn’t move with the grip she had on you.

Another yelp escaped your mouth as her hand pulled at your hair.

“Hmm?”

“No. I-I just want you.”

You felt her full lips smile against your skin as she gave you a gentle kiss.

“But you were acting like a brat, I do not reward brats.”

“I’m sorryyyy.”

Another bite, another mark.

“Let’s see what a spoilt little brat looks like while she gets fucked.”

Before you could ask what she meant you were being pushed as close as she could get you to the floor length mirror. You were now only an arm length away from your reflection. You suddenly realised what she meant as you watched a sadistic smile creep on her face behind you.

Her hands started pulling at your own shorts, roughly yanking them down to your ankles, bringing your underwear with it. Leaving your top half only in your sports bra.

“Where’s all that talk now, baby?”

You jumped when you felt her fingers slide against your wet lips.

She scoffed when she felt how wet you were. “You clearly enjoyed watching me. So messy, amor.” She purred in your ear. “You enjoy watching me don’t you?”

You nodded, your eyes closed as you saw yourself in the mirror, not able to escape the way you melted into her hot body.

“Open your eyes.”

You did what she said, you weren't about to be a brat with that tone. You saw yourself half naked in the mirror. Alexia was holding your wrist behind your back, as if you would try to escape. Her hazel eyes were on yours, watching you like you were the most beautiful creature in the world.

Two long fingers slid between your lips and circled your throbbing clit. You let out a quiet gasp, your eyes closed as she touched you with light but perfect touches. But your hair was being pulled once more.

“Close your eyes again and I’ll stop.” She whispered harshly in your ear.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as her fingers gathered your wetness.

“You will be.” Her teeth sunk into your neck as those long fingers easily entered your cunt.

You let out a loud gasp, Alexia had thick fingers, the strength of them alone was sometimes harder to take than a strap.

“So tight.” She hissed, her breath tickling your hot neck.

But before you could enjoy her fingers for much longer she removed them, her hand was on your neck, pushing you forward and her fingers sunk into your core from the back. Your face was inches from the mirror, your reflection clear as day.

“Fuck.”

The new angle was tighter, but felt so much better. Her fingers in your cunt pushed in and out slowly, knowing exactly how to pull the cute noises she loved so much. Her talented fingers stroked your walls with perfect precision, you could feel yourself becoming wetter, you could even hear yourself getting wetter against her movements.

But as soon as she got into a rhythm her fingers were gone, again. You were about to complain and ask why she had stopped, but you were silenced when you felt the head of her strap pushing against your lips.

“Ale, please.”

“Do you think you have any say right now?” She chuckled deeply behind you.

That same tone came out to play, it was the tone that you should know better than to open your mouth with. Your skin was hot, but the shivers that creeped on your skin would argue that fact, her stern voice had visibly affected you, and Alexia didn't miss it. Her free hand pushed on your shoulder, bending you right over, until your back was flat. Her fingers traced down your back, catching the dampness of your skin.

“Keep it straight.”

That same tone came out to play, it was the tone that you should know better than to open your mouth with. If it wasn’t for the position you were in you might have been bold and shot back a sarcastic jab of your own. And maybe it was the frustration of having been tied up for over 20 minutes or the thick heat from the room that made your brain short circuit and fry, because you in fact did reply with a sarcastic jab.

“I've had to wait this long, now I have to bend over? I hope it's worth it.” You whispered, loud enough for her to hear.

You saw Alexia's face harden in the mirror, the grip she had on your wrist tightened as the head of her strap began to push into your core. You gritted your teeth as the plastic began to stretch you out, a loud groan escaped your throat, feeling the strap sliding inside of you. Even though she had her fingers in you just moments before the tight stretch was still there.

You felt every inch of the strap, no matter how slow she went, the pressure of it made you hold your breath. She was slow as she pressed in, but even with gentle movements the girth took your breath away with the sheer size of it. You felt full.

Finally, you felt the sticky skin of her thighs pressing against yours, as she bottomed out in you, but before you could allow your body to get used to the fullness of her strap, she began to ease out of you. Normally the Spaniad would allow you to get used to the feeling of her inside, she would let you take her inch by inch and get used to the thickness. But you had quite frankly pissed her off with your little comment. You whimpered as her hips began dragging the strap against your tight walls, pulling herself completely out. The tip of her dick now kissed at your lips.

It was when her hand gripped tightly on your shoulder you knew your cocky attitude was about to be fucked right out of you.

You were expecting it but you also wasn't. With one quick thrust of her hips she was back inside you. The next sound that escaped your mouth was indescribable, it was loud, it was dirty, it was completely pornagraphic, and it was music to Alexia's ears. Her pace was fast as soon as she started. Your mouth gaped open as she rocked her hips into you, causing your whole body to move from each strong thrust. Your legs were holding you up but it was the grip that she had on your shoulder that stopped you from falling over.

Each quick thrust pushed a loud whimper from you, her pace was vicious. Your head fell forward, not able to keep it up from her brutal pace.

“Uh ah. Head up, I want you to see how brats get fucked.”

Alexia’s hand gripped onto the ends of your hair, jerking your head up, causing you to let out a long pathetic whine. You felt your core tighten as you were met with the most animalistic scene in front of you. It was a mass of sweaty bodies, Alexia's toned figure rutted hard against you, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against the other bounced off the walls as her thighs slapped against yours.

Your sweaty wrist rubbed against the rubber bound behind your back while she had you bent over, very much enjoying the view of her strap sliding in and out of your cunt. The smile on Alexia's face was dirty, it made your core tighten around her strap, you were at Alexia’s complete mercy and fuck, did it feel good.

The hot air in the room suddenly felt thicker as the oxygen from your lungs were forced out of you. The strength in her thrusts were almost painful, but Alexia knew you could take it, she knew your body and mind, she knew you would stop her if you had to, but there was no thought in your mind of uttering anything of the sort.

The moisture from your breath started to steam up the reflective glass in front of you, as you let out small whimpers. You knew it was self indulgent but you didn’t hate catching glances of yourself being fucked, the sight before you was sinful, especially when you had someone like Alexia to watch.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You cried out.

You could feel your orgasm building, your legs and stomach muscles started to ache from the obscene position you were in, you weren't sure how long you would last like this, but you had a feeling Alexia wouldn’t care. You knew you would have pissed her off with your comment, and that’s exactly what you wanted, a pissed off Alexia.

Alexia’s mouth hung open as she felt her clit rubbing perfectly against the base of her strap, she started to pick up her pace chasing her own orgasm. The change of pace sent a wave of pleasure through your body, your cunt throbbed from the relentless thrusts of the girl behind you.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop.” You breathed out.

Alexia bit her lip as she felt her pleasure building, the sounds of your moaning made her head dizzy with power. She picked up to a piston whip speed. Your mouth fell open as your body was forced to take Alexia’s new pace, you weren't even able to make any sounds from the sheer force of her hips. You felt your climax prickerling your body, the hot sweat that sat on your skin suddenly felt cold as the starts of your orgasm creeped through.

The grip on your shoulder tightened, Alexia let out a deep throaty moan, you knew she was close, you watched as the muscles in her arms flexed, straining against her sweat covered skin. Your eyes followed her naked body, her muscles flexing as she drove into you, the wet slaps of sweaty skin colliding.

Your legs started to give in as your orgasm began to wash over you, your muscles were already jelly from your run, you felt your knees buckle as your pleasure took over.

“Ale!” You cried out.

She felt your body giving up. She pulled you straight up, your back hitting her chest. You let out a high moan as her lips crashed into your sweat covered neck, kissing and sucking on your skin.

“I've got you.”

Her hips kept up the bruising pace, she was still chasing her own orgasm, it almost became too much, the pleasure was about to become painful until she groaned in your ear. That very familiar groan that made your head dizzy. Her hands wrapped around your neck, bringing your lips together, it was messy and hungry, your wet lips smacking against the other as her hips started to rut into you.

“Fuck.” She gasped.

Her normally stern face became a blissed out state as her orgasm hit her. Your eyes rolled into your head as small but heavy grunts escaped her mouth, making your clit throb. Her lips pressed into your neck as she slowly grinded into you, her hot body pressed up against yours taking what she needed.

The hot room was just small sounds of your panting. She gently pulled out of you, her lips kissed your shoulder sweetly, causing you to shiver.

“You okay?”

You smiled at her soft voice, a complete 360 of your session before.

“I’m so good. But I need a shower. A cold one.” You chuckled.

“Sí. Shower together?” She nuzzled into your neck. She was always so needy after an orgasm, it was the cutest thing to see.

“Together.” You pressed your lips to hers.

She began to to remove the harness from her hips.

"Don't forget me." You turned so she could until you.

"Hmm, I think I prefer you this way. Can we keep you like this until I'm done with you." She bit she shell of your ear, making you groan.

"Are you not done with me?" You moaned with pleasure as her nails scratched up your body.

"Not yet, I think we should test your endurance a little more."

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jflemings · 2 months

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— loving you’s the antidote

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: a past summer fling floats back into your life

warnings: none

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Take me back to the light / I know you were way too bright for me / I'm hopeless, broken / So you wait for me in the sky

you release a patient breath as your coworker’s son jake runs ahead of you up the stairs. his small feet slap against the tile floor, making you cringe and hope that none of your neighbours are trying to take a midday nap. the pineapple floatie you’re holding under your arm squeaks as you adjust it in an attempt to have a better hold on it.

you huff as you feel the plastic dig into the skin of your armpit and begin regretting not just letting jake carry it back to your apartment like he wanted. had the elevator in your building not be under repairs you would’ve, but you weren’t about to risk him tripping over with the fruit pool float and smacking his head on the floor.

that certainly wasn’t a conversation you were willing to have with his mother while she was out of state.

you don’t pay much attention to your surroundings as you reach the top of the stairs, too busy trying to hold onto the pineapple whilst fishing your keys out of your denim shorts. jake suppresses a giggle as he follows you silently to your door, tiptoeing and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

just as you fish your keys out of your pocket he yells. your heart jumps to your throat and your hands fly out, your keys and pool toy along with them. you stomp your foot frustratedly “jake!”

the seven year old’s giggles echo through the floor meaning that you don’t hear the sound of a nearby door opening and closing.

you lean down to pick up your keys just as you see the pineapple lift off the ground in your peripheral.

“thank you” you begin to say with a sigh “i’m sorry if he scared you, he doesn’t realise how loud he is—” you cut yourself off as you stand up straight and look at the stranger.

the blue eyes looking back at you hold a familiar warmth. the air gets knocked out of your lungs.

“kate” you say shocked.

she scratches the back of her neck and her grip tightens ever so slightly on the plastic “y/n” she says with a small smile “hey”

you’re sure you look like a total fool with your dropped jaw and disheveled appearance, but you can’t help it. you can’t believe she’s standing in front of you.

“hey” you greet slowly, the confusion making it’s way onto your face “what are you doing here?”

“i just moved here for work” the blonde says as she tilts her head “what about you?”

“work” you nod.

the two of you stand opposite eachother unmoving for what feels like an eternity. your eyes travel her body and take note of her simple outfit: black basketball shorts and a las vegas aces shirt. it’s a familiar sight seeing her this comfortable, and your mind takes you back to her dressed in almost the same outfit except with an iowa shirt on.

your keys jingle in your hand, breaking the trance that the two of you have found yourselves in. her eyes come back into focus as she shoves the pool toy in your direction “here ya go”

“thanks” you sigh “sorry about him” you jerk your thumb over your shoulder to jake — who you had forgotten was even there up until now — and give her your most apologetic smile. “he doesn’t really know what volume control is yet”

kate dismisses your apology with her hand “no biggie. i probably wouldn’t have thought twice about it if i wasn’t walking out the door”

jake comes in between the two of you and takes his toy off the blonde, mumbling a thanks as he stands beside you again.

“right” you nod once and look at jake over your shoulder, who looks like he’d rather be watching paint dry than stand here and listen to you try to have a half decent conversation with someone you’ve had sex with. “we’re gonna make some lunch so i’ll let you go”

“oh, yeah, yeah sure” kate smiles as she steps back “it was good seeing you again”

“yeah, you too”

you’re quick to turn and unlock your door, ushering the young boy inside and kicking off your birkenstocks. jake gladly walks through your apartment and heads for the sliding glass door that leads to your balcony.

“who was that? i’ve never seen her before” he asks loudly as he throws the float onto the concrete.

you drop your keys on the kitchen counter and open the fridge “…an old friend” you say shortly “what do you want for lunch?”

jake walks towards your coffee table and picks up your tv remote so he can pick something to watch whilst you make food “she was really tall. how come you’re not that tall?”

“because that’s how life works. lunch?” you answer as you look through your fridge. the original plan was burgers, but you’re kind of hoping he’ll settle for something easier now that your mind is running a million miles a minute.

“mum says if i was a girl i would’ve been called kate”

you huff and close the fridge “jake”

he turns and looks at you over his shoulder “yeah?”

“lunch. what do you want for lunch?”

“burgers!” he shouts excitedly.

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it’s about one in the morning when you find yourself laying on your back staring at your ceiling fan. your mind hadn’t stopped racing since your interaction with kate, your thoughts being heavily plagued by your summer spent with her last year.

it was a whirlwind to say the least. you’d met her on a whim in a coffee shop and immediately hit it off, her blue eyes and soft confidence completely encapsulated you and left you wanting to know her. she’d given you her name and number and that night the two of you left a bar and ended up back in your bed.

the two of you had a no strings attached agreement. you didn’t get eachother’s social media, know what schools you went to, or even eachother’s last names. all you had was her face name, her number, and the memory of her pretty blue eyes bored into your brain.

even after the two of you cut contact you didn’t look for her. you ignored the iowa hawkeyes shirt she wore and resisted the urge to try to track her down on instagram, even if you found yourself with the urge more than once.

you wondered if she had done the same to you or if she had given in and found you online. you wondered if she went through your instagram, or maybe looked you up on facebook; you wondered if she saw your ucla sweatshirt and thought to try to find you that way. maybe she kept herself up at night wondering where you were and what you were doing like you had done so many times.

you didn’t think you’d ever see her again. you wished too, sure, but you never imagined that she’d come to live directly across the hall from you. goosebumps erupt over your body at the thought of her being to close again.

the truth was that you grew to resent your no strings attached situation. you had fallen for everything that kate was and when it came time to end things, you found your heart breaking in your chest.

having her so close to you again left you wanting to pick things up right where you left them. she was here for work, which meant that she was here to stay. you could give yourself the chance to have her entirely, not just for a hot summer.

you sigh and pull your covers further up your body and bury your head in your plush pillow. your mind doesn’t slow as you toss and turn, finally finding a comfortable position on your side after a good ten minutes of trying to close your eyes. memories of a summer gone fill your sleep-slow brain like a movie, blurring the line between reality and your wish filled dreams. you’re almost lulled to sleep when your phone buzzes on your nightstand.

something turns in your gut as you blindly reach over and grab it. the light almost blinds you at your screen lights up.

kate: coffee sometime?

#kate martin x reader #kate martin #kate martin x y/n #kate martin fic #wnba fic #wnba x reader #jflemings writes

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 4 months

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Twisted Wonderland First Kiss Headcanons:

Diasomnia, Savannah Claw, and Heartslabyul

Diasomnia:

Malleus:

Your first kiss with him was absolutely awful

First off, he started with the French kissing

When I tell you, his tongue is like the facehugger from the alien series

His split tongue is going to the back of your throat.

Gag reflex is trying to work but he’s not stopping

Literally won’t stop kissing you either until you run out of air or

When he accidentally burns your tongue because his fire breath was activated.

He’s just a very awkward kisser. It’s not his fault though

He’s trying.

You make him watch a how to kiss YouTube video afterwards.

Silver:

Shoujo Prince#1

When he kisses you, it feels like roses are in the air.

The perfect kiss

It’s like being kissed by a Disney prince.

Says the most romantic or cute afterwards

“That didn’t feel weird, did it?”

“No, not at all 😍”

It’s just too much for one person

He’s too perfect.

Sebek:

Awkward but not awful

It’s the perfect representation of a teen’s first kiss.

It’s not perfect, but not horrible either

He did accidentally bite your bottom lip though

One he realized your lip was drawing blood, he stopped kissing you and started his shouting antics.

“Somebody help! My lover is bleeding!”

“I’m fine-“

“We have to disinfect the wounds so my superior fae bacteria doesn’t cause an infection!”

“What? What kind of logic is that?!”

“The right logic!”

In the end, you end up with a a cute little band aid on your lip.

Lilia:

He’s a good kisser.

When he kisses you, it’s the type of kiss that has enough passion that could lead to sex.

That’s how good he is.

Doesn’t use too much tongue

Not too forceful

Not eating your face or lips.

Leaves a hickey on your neck afterwards

He’s the one using his tippy toes to kiss you in the relationship.

Savanaclaw:

Leona:

Shoujo Prince#2

Kisses like a broody anime prince

Tilts your chin beforehand then kisses you

Has his tail wrapped around you

His tail brushes your cheeks

Says the most romantic thing ever

“Don’t go around getting into trouble without me beside you, ok?”

Didn’t expect Leona to be so romantic but it’s accepted.

Jack

His kiss is adorable

His tail is wagging the whole time

The whole experience is so cute

He starts off on the lips, stops, blushes, sees you smiling, then makes his next move.

Jack begins to pepper your cheeks with kisses and you go to the ground

Basically like having a dog lick you but instead it’s kisses.

“Aww, Jack I love you too!”

His ears are perky the entire time.

It’s adorable.

Ruggie:

He’s a sneak kisser.

He kisses you after a snack steal gone right.

“Thanks for helping me steal all these snacks!”

“No problem-mmph!”

He gives you a quick smooch, then runs off.

“See you later!”

“Ok! What just happened?”

You just accept the new title as his lover/partner in crime.

Heartslabyul:

Ace:

A mix of Sebek and Malleus

The kiss is too long so it becomes awkward

But he doesn’t use tongue

Afterwards, he’s a blushing mess

“So are we like dating now? Because if we’re not that’s totally cool! I can be friends with you after this-“

“Just shut up and kiss me, Ace.”

He does as you say and it’s happily ever after after that.

Deuce:

He’s a surprisingly good kisser.

In his delinquent past, he had a couple of girlfriends.

He learned what worked after a while(couldn’t lose his street cred because of his inability to kiss well)

His lips are soft.

And they taste like cherries.

“Is that cherry flavored lip balm?”

“Oh yeah! I bought some chapstick to repair the damage from my lips from all the fights I used to get into!”

“Wow. Good for you.”

Continues kissing you and it lasts for seven minutes.

Riddle:

This boy watched several how to kiss videos

But despite that, the whole experience is awkward.

“Do you want me to squat down?”

“Just stay still, I can reach you without you having to squat down.”

Riddle tries to jump to your lips several times.

Finally he jumps on you and wraps his legs around your waist.

When he kisses you it feels ok but in an unnatural way.

In theory he knows how to kiss, but because he’s never done it before, it doesn’t play out the same way as when he kisses his fruit.

“So, how was it?”

“Umm..it was ok..”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY OK?!”

“Riddle, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Yes, it is! I’m supposed to be a good kisser to impress you!”

“Riddle, really it’s fine.”

“In that case, I’ll have to kiss you more so I know what to do.”

Trey:

This man is a freak.

Straight up had you banging on his door for help.

When he kisses you, it starts out normal.

Then he starts using his tongue.

It moves around in your mouth inspecting your teeth and gums.

When his tongue runs over your teeth you scream.

“Trey! What are you doing?!”

“You’re neglecting to properly brush your front teeth. There’s a bit of plaque on them. Don’t worry, I can’t get rid of it with my guest dental kit.”

“Help! Someone help!”

“Now say ah…”

“Help, he’s going to brush my teeth!”

Trey brushes your teeth but everyone else it sounded like sex.

Especially because all they heard was your screams, something vibrating, and Trey saying things like “It won’t hurt” and “Be still for a minute.”

You ended up with clean teeth, but that’s where it got weirder.

Trey got amped up and continued where he left off.

At that point you just accept your weird boyfriend.

Cater:

He’s a good kisser.

He’s had many short term girlfriends over the years from moving around so much.

“Don’t be nervous, Cay Cay knows just how to make it your best kiss ever!”

When he kisses you, he doesn’t use tongue at first.

When you’re comfortable enough, that’s when he asks.

“Do you mind if we take it up a notch?”

“Oh, sure. I don’t really know how to do stuff like that…”

“I’ll teach you. Just follow my lead.”

He led you through the whole experience of kissing while using your tongue.

By the end you’ve learned things and are going to keep learning things with Cater.

“See, I told ya Cay Cay would help you!”

He kisses your cheek and wraps an arm around you.

You both smile and giggle.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #diasomnia #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #twst jack #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts

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sopiao · 1 year

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OMG HIIIIII ^^

i feel like there’s not enough price love on this app >:( so i wanted to request a reader that moves in across the hall from Price. and gets a little crushy crush on you 😻

LIKE OMG he helps you move in, do all the heavy lifting. such a gentlemen. always there whenever your AC breaks down. he just so happens to run into you in the complex’s laundry room. somehow always awake when you need him.

please ignore this if you want or don’t feel like it!! take care of urself boo!

PLS IVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO DO THIS THE SECOND I FIRST READ IT. honestly such a cute idea :^

anyways- 👀

Price was a very private man, never discussing any deep or emotional issues or feelings with anyone. He hated small talk, always found it awkward or bothersome. He didn’t feel as lonely as he thought he’d be, he liked the peace and the time he has for himself. Yes, he will be polite, but would rather prefer being by himself. But he’d try his best to avoid any interaction without being rude.

That was until he heard talking and a series thuds outside. Price was always very nosy and curious so he looked through the peephole of his door and saw you standing in front of the apartment across from his, it was empty for as long as he’s been there. Boxes were scattered along your feet.

He’s not sure why, but he felt like he should help you. He told himself it was just to make a good first impression of course. He scrambled to find the nearest clean shirt he could find. Coming out to meet you, Price was awkward at first, feeling like it was a bad idea at the last second until he saw your face, a soft and welcoming smile.

“Hi! Sorry about the boxes, I’ll be quick” You chuckle awkwardly, looking at the boxes that took up one side of the hallway. A smile instantly grew on him as he reassured you that it was alright and that it wasn’t a bother.

“You need a hand? I have some free time” He offered, lying, not wanting to seem like an eager creep that’ll snatch a pair of underwear from you while your not looking.

“You sure? I don’t wanna take up any of your time” Of course you were grateful for the offer but didn’t wanna be a bother. He insisted that he helped and that he wouldn’t be late to the nonexistent plans he made up. You didn’t doubt that he couldn’t do it. I mean, just look at him. His arms alone made you drool.

He made sure to make a show of it when he helped you out. Holding a box close against his barrel chest, making sure to subtly flex his arms he knew you were eyeing. Occasionally, you’d sneak a glance of his ass when you would go back out to bring in another box.

Price even helped you bring in all of your furniture from the downstairs lobby to the second floor. Doesn’t sound like much but when your bringing in furniture up and down and up and down— it gets tiring as hell. And fortunately for your case, sweaty.

Right after bringing in the couch, he did 80% of the lifting, you plopped down across it for a little break. Price pulling up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his neck and face, showing you what you’ve been thinking about since the beginning. He was turned to the side so it didn’t look as obvious that he was showing off for you, but you still got that full view.

—

Price was excited when he heard a knock on his door, even more when he saw you, if he was a dog his tail would be wagging side to side.

“Sorry to bother you again, but do you know how to fix an AC? Or a repair number I can call?” You asked, chuckling nervously, again he pretended that he had free time in between plans he didn’t really have. Plus, it took him away from his heaps of paperwork and got to be in your presence, even if it’s for a short while.

“‘Course. I have some time” Flashing the charming smile you always thought about. Following you into your apartment with a reasonably sized tool box. He couldn’t help but eye how you looked, dressed to try and accommodate the hot weather without a functioning AC. Loose black tank top and grey sweatpants.

“Thank you! I would’ve probably roasted to death if I went one more minute with out it. So sorry to bother you again” You grinned, relief washing over you, the cool air against your boiling skin and sweat woke you instantly.

“No problem at all” He shrugged, putting his tools back in the red metal box, resting his surprisingly soft hand on your shoulder.

“Feel free to call me anytime anything needs fixing” His touch seemed to linger, along with your and his gaze on each other.

—

Price sprang up in a second and came running into your apartment when he heard a scream, the door was unlocked. He found you sitting on your counter with a pan, clearly afraid and scared.

“What?! What happened?!” He yelled, looking around your apartment for an intruder or something, his wooden bat being held over his shoulder, ready to strike.

You stuttered, too scared to reply, even think to form a sentence.

“A spider”

“What- Wait- Seriously?” He let the bat drop to his side, laughing at how seriously afraid your expression was.

“Yes, seriously! It’s huge, John! It’s as big as my hand!” You yell, trying to get to him while he laughs.

“Fine. Where is it?” He smirked. You followed him to your bedroom where the spider was. It really was as big as an atom, he couldn’t even find it until it moved up the wall.

—

When John heard your knock at his door he took no longer than a second, ready to open the door and greet you. Wondering what you’d want at this time of the night. He stopped for a second, realizing that he may be a little too eager. Waiting a couple seconds, like one or two, and opening the door, pretending that he just ended a call.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, forearm resting on the edge of the door as he leaned against it. Somehow you were more charming than the last time he saw you. Looking so excited with a paper towel on your hand with a single treat on it. He pretended he didn’t see it, but was internally hoping it was for him.

“Oh, good. You’re awake” You chime happily, taking the thick brownie and pressing it up to his lips for a bite. Wanting for him to take the test brownie, but being to awkward to ask him normally. He hummed in surprise, accepting the baked good. Placing his hand under his chin to keep it from falling and leaving crumbs.

“So?” You asked a couple seconds later, he’s still chewing. He chuckles at your eagerness, nodding his head as he tried to finish up his bite.

“I- Uhh. Wow. This is—this is good. Mm, really good” He nods, taking another bite of it as he dusted of his hands. Making you delighted that he liked it. He held the last bit of it up to your mouth to take it. Biting it from his hands you looked to the side, nodding to yourself and taking mental notes.

“Good. Good. Needs chocolate chunks, a little too dry” He stares as you just talk to yourself, a soft smile on his face.

“Oh. Caramel! Or is that too thick?” You perk up, snapping your fingers and looking up for confirmation or disapproval.

“Frosting?” He adds cluelessly, knowing nothing of the science of baking.

“Frosting!” Your eyes light up, pointing your finger at the idea.

“Mocha, maybe? Or nuts?” He tried his best to help and contribute to your little brainstorming session. Nodding along with the idea you thank him and walk back to your apartment to tweak the recipe a bit.

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askengiecow · 3 months

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It had been weeks since they had visited Taurie’s family and Dell was happy to say they had finished the repairs in time for respawn maintenance, but now that they didn’t have all that work keeping them busy, he couldn’t help but dwell on Taurie. The man seemed to be doing good, certainly did a great job reconstructing the kitchen roof, and it was nice how he cuddled up with Dell each night and updated him on how Beau was doing, which he was thankful to hear well, kumquat and his posey taking to her, swimmingly, as Dell would say.

Taurie had still appeared hesitant about Dell helping to milk him after a long day, but Dell was starting to get less of that feeling now. His hands once again being a relaxing reprieve from the pumps, though not as much of a source of intimacy. Most nights so far they had been too tired for such things though they did get a morning tryst or two. However Dell was sad to say he had yet to have Taurie do good on his promise to pay him back for all his missing shirts with wearing his knew chaps, and maybe that was one of the reasons he felt particularly giddy when thinking of his lover and the upcoming week and a half he’d have being alone with Taurie. Hell, maybe he’d even get his ring on the man.

That thought had him grinning like an idiot as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for Taurie to find his way back to the workshop through the crowd of men packing up the bus and trying to get all their arguing out before the trip where murdering each other would be off the table.

After helping Medic carry a few suspiciously marked boxes to the bus(most likely some organs on ice) and resetting the front door after a spat between Soldier and Scout saw the younger man thrown into the wood hard enough to knock it off its frame, Taurie was finally ready for a break. Doing a quick visual check in the vicinity for anything burning, breaking, or blowing up he was satisfied any other issues could wait a spell.

He smiled as he made his way toward the workshop. It had been harder than he thought adjusting to the team again, and he had taken to buckling his helmet back on just in case his watch failed, but with Dell he had never felt closer. They had been busy, true, but hopefully the coming maintenance period would afford them some quality time together.

"Please tell me the AC is workin in here. Hotter than bein snuck up on by a pyros back burner out there." He said, closing the door behind him and coming up behind Dell to rest his arms on the back of the lounging man's chair.

"Think we got everythin in order. Shipment of replacement coolant for respawn came in finally. Once everyone ships out we can get started, whenever ya see fit." He said, swiping an arm across his forehead to clear it of sweat before leaning down to kiss the Texan's cheek.

@dirty-dell

#dirty dell rps

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nonsensology · 1 year

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So I've had these Grunkle Stan crackships on my mind for almost a year now. Could be interpreted as platonic, but I think there's great and fascinating potential if interpreted fully romantic. Full musings and explanations below (Warning: very disjointed and random).

Uncle Chan from Jackie Chan Adventures

Maybe Ford and Stan stumble across the Chans on one of their globe-trotting adventures. Both groups fight off the same supernatural threat and surprise each other with their ease and familiarity with the weird and fantastical.

I feel Uncle is kind of a weird in-between of Ford and Stan. He is knowledgeable but not a nerd like Ford, is generally cranky but doesn't get into trouble like Stan does, although he does have a level of disregard towards authority if it gets in the way of his goals. He's quick to do research instead of impulsively charging into a situation.

I think Uncle's dynamic with Stan would be hilarious. They would argue a lot on how to deal with a threat, but once they agree to work together, they could kick ass. Once he gets past his initial annoyance, Stan would probably enjoy Uncle's quips, even more so when he realizes that Uncle does not say them to be funny, he's just naturally snarky.

Uncle is never shown having any romantic interest or relationships, so I kind of headcanon him as ace, but I think it would be really interesting to see what kind of queerplatonic relationship he and Stan could form.

Jade and Mabel would probably hit it off immediately, and while Jade isn't as studious as Dipper, she also has an enthusiasm for the supernatural so she'd probably get along decently with him. She'd also probably think Stan and Ford are super cool, especially considering their lax attitude toward giving children weapons. Though they do still take the kids' safety very seriously.

Jackie is doubtful of Stan, much like he was with Viper, but seeing Stan look out for the kids would probably endear him a little. Ford might also help ease his worries, and maybe they both could have fun discussion about archeology.

I think Tohru and Soos could get along decently, though Tohru would find Soos' eccentric musings odd at first.

Additionally, Uncle's shop is in San Francisco, practically next door to Dipper and Mabel in Piedmont. The kids would easily visit each other every weekend.

Bruno Madrigal from Encanto

Stan has been to prison in Colombia, so I don't think he'd willingly travel there for fun, and Encanto Valley seems relatively closed off from the rest of the world, so I imagine their meeting is accidental, maybe a result of the Stans getting caught in a storm or something. They stay for a while in the valley while repairing their boat.

Stan might initially be outraged at the idea of the Madrigals not charging anyone for the use of their gifts, but perhaps lightens up when he sees how close-knit the community is. He'd still come up with ways they could show off their powers Mystery Shack style, probably butting heads with Alma in the process, lol. He might encourage Bruno to adapt a more showman-like approach to his seer abilities to make it more presentable and less intimidating.

Bruno and Stan connecting over their shared feelings of isolation from family is definitely what drew me to these two together in the first place. If they ever got serious about their relationship, I can imagine the biggest hurdle would be deciding if they should continue a long-distance relationship, since neither is keen on asking the other to be separated from their family.

Yuuko Ichihara from xxxHolic and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle

Major spoiler alerts for both series. It's been many years since I've read them, and Tsubasa had so many plot twists that even CLAMP (the writers) admitted they were confused by the end result. I also might be misremembering some details, so bear with me. Factoring in the plotlines for both series and Gravity Falls would make for an incredible AU fanfic that I unfortunately am not qualified to write.

Due to Yuuko's shop being in Tokyo, a whole ocean away from Oregon, I like to imagine some timey-wimey space mumbo jumbo allowing Yuuko and Stan to meet in the dream realm. Maybe at some point, Yuuko's shop would obtain a door connecting it to the Mystery Shack.

Stan and Yuuko both have a mischievous side, though Yuuko is generally more reserved. They could start out as drinking buddies, though I imagine Stan would probably favor a light beer, while Yuuko loves sake.

They also both use aliases (it is never revealed what Yuuko's real name is), but Yuuko would likely be upfront about it. As their relationship progresses, Stan would probably feel comfortable telling Yuuko his real first name, even after she tells him the supernatural dangers of giving your real name.

While Stan scams his customers, he generally sells harmless entertainment and trinkets, whereas Yuuko grants wishes and operates strictly on an equivalent exchange basis. To quote the wiki, "All of Yuuko's customers must pay a price in order to grant their wishes, which can be no more or no less than the one demanded, or else harm will come to one's way. She is not one to tell the customer the most direct way to solve their problems because in the end, it can only be solved with that person's own realization and resolution to change themselves... Her abilities are not unlimited and may almost seem like a curse as it appears that she is unable to do anything for anyone or grant any gift (other than feelings) without it becoming a binding transaction."

When Stan finds out just how powerful Yuuko is, I think he might react with a mixture of hesitation and awe, especially when she reveals she knows about his past, and Ford being lost in the multiverse. I am on the fence on whether Yuuko would use her powers to bring Ford home sooner, or let Stan continue working on the portal because he's already close to completing it and this would be significant in defeating Bill.

I found that the main villain of Tsubasa, Fei Wang Reed, surprisingly parallels Stan. Both endanger reality to bring back someone who is lost, but while Stan does it out of love and devotion to his family, Fei Wang Reed only did it in an arrogant plan to prove himself a powerful sorcerer. And in Fei's case, the person is already dead. CLAMP's universe establishes that the dead cannot be brought back to life, and Fei's wish to do so would cause the universe to be destroyed. I wonder if Bill would factor Fei as part of his plans.

Stan also surprisingly shares a lot in common with Fai D Fluorite. Both use their twin's name (Fai's real name is Yuui), and for much of the series Fai's tragic backstory regarding his twin is unknown, and he hides his trauma under a laid back exterior. I think Stan would empathize a lot with Fai, after he finds out his backstory.

Kimihiro Watanuki is revealed to have been created to fill a void left by Syaoran after the latter wished to turn back time. I remember Watanuki's character arc involved realizing that people cared about him. "Don't disappear", "Continue existing". Stan would probably take Watanuki under his wing, much like he did with Soos. Watanuki might find life with the Pines family far more chaotic than he's used to, but slowly warm up.

Yuuko is revealed to have died a long time ago and has basically been in magical stasis due to Clow Reed's unintentional wish. When time finally moves forward again, Yuuko eventually passes on. She doesn't return in the canon series, but Watanuki is stated to have also suspended his time to wait for her return. In this AU, maybe she reincarnates in the past and reunites with Stan and the Pines in the present day.

#gravity falls #grunkle stan #stanley pines #stan pines #uncle chan #jackie chan adventures #bruno madrigal #encanto #yuuko ichihara #xxxholic #tsubasa reservoir chronicle

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theonemeathead · 8 months

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Sniper x Reader, "Quick Trip"

a sniper x reader smutfic! tw for afab anatomy, the implications of the word 'sheila'. enjoy!

August. One of the hottest months of the year, not to mention it was the hottest day in New Mexico yet. A ceasefire had been called until further notice, the temperature being down right deadly. There was no shade for miles, within the border of the Badlands.

Which just so happened to be where you lived. Your residence, currently, was Teufort's RED base. You had been on base for a couple of years now, you got along with everyone well enough; Some more than others.

Which leads you to the current situation.

You see, Sniper was about to leave on a joint-contract with Scout; Somewhere not nearly as blazing hot. And he was going to be gone for almost two weeks. Clearly, this didn't bode well with you as you stood, with crossed arms, in front of him. You had been begging him all day to let you tag along, but he refused, insistently.

"Mundy, this isn't fair! The AC in the base is broken, you gotta—!"

"I said no, sheila," he cut you off, his tone stern. Of course, you didn't take well to being talked over, especially by your boyfriend. You furrowed your brow, opening your mouth to speak, when you were interrupted, yet again.

"Sick! Ya coming with us?" Ah, Scout. His Boston accent never failed to amuse you, especially with the mischievous glint in his eyes whenever he spoke. He smiled wide, hopeful that you could maybe make the car ride a little less dull. Sniper usually wasn't one for small talk, you were lucky if you could even get a head nod out of him.

"No." "Yes!"

You and Sniper said in unison, he shot you a nasty side eye from behind his aviators. You never understood how Sniper was able to take the heat so easily. He was still wearing his full uniform, boots and all. You had half a mind not to strip naked with how unbearable the temperature was. However, still somewhat sane, decided against that and listened to your better judgement for once.

"Aw, c'mon, Snipes, let 'em tag along! At least they talk," Scout tried to reason, taking your side. Sniper sighed dramatically, grumbling something you couldn't quite understand. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you.

"You're both insufferable. Get in." Your eyes lit up immediately. You had gotten your way, per usual. You clambered into the vehicle, sitting directly in the middle between the other two mercenaries. The black leather seats had definitely seen their fair share of wear and tear, various holes burned from dropped cigarettes, some exposed, yellow foam from the peeling material... But Sniper loved his van. In between your legs was the comically long stick-shift. The handle was slightly chipped away and the design faded from being used so often. Sniper refused to drive anything but manual, because it's 'the right way' he said. With a loud sigh, Sniper had pulled himself in on the driver's side, buckling his seat belt in one swift motion. He clicked the key forward in the ignition, the camper sputtering to life. It was definitely old and in desperate need of repair. The bushman reached forward for the gearshift, his rough hands accidentally brushing the top of your knee as he put the car into 1st gear. Normally, gestures such as this didn't get to you. But, something felt off about it this time.

The first 10 minutes of the car ride turned out to be a bust. Sniper was too focused on the road and Scout was knocked out, cold. The only sound was the distant crackling of the radio and the soft snores from your teammate. You had one exciting moment when Sniper went to shift to 3rd, his hand grazing your leg yet again. You shot him a quick glance, unsure if it was on purpose on not. Sniper wasn't one to tease. You leaned forward with a sigh, slightly turning the dial on the radio to the right. It was set on a classic rock station currently playing a song by Men At Work. You didn't know much about the band, besides the fact Sniper really liked them.

"I love this song." Sniper's gruff voice had come out slightly whispery. You squirmed a little in your seat. Did he always have this affect on you? His Aussie accent had rang through you ears. It was such a simple string of words, but coupled with the fleeting touches, it was... different. About an hour and a half into the car ride, Sniper made the executive decision to stop at a gas station a couple miles up the road. With Scout still asleep, Sniper pulled up to the pump, slamming the breaks to scare the sleeping Bostonion awake. With an abrupt 'oof', Scout was up and ready to fight immediately.

"What—! What is it?! What happened, are we dead??" He yelped, looking around frantically. Scout paused, huffing when he saw that you were all just in park. "You guys are freakin' assholes, I'm gonna go take a leak."

With the 3 of you filing out of Sniper's front seat, you watched as Scout stretched and walked towards the gas station itself. Behind you, Sniper had already unscrewed the gas cap, removing the nozzle and forcing it into the tank. With a simple 'click', diesel fluid immediately began pouring out. Sniper stared at it for a second before abruptly pulling on the handle of the side door of the van, exposing the inside to you. Confused, you looked up at him.

"I told ya I didn't want you coming on this trip, roo." His tone was dark, almost sadistic. Your brows pinned up, a bit of fear beginning to creep through your system. Sniper never took a tone with you. He turned to you, his eyes hidden behind his yellow-tinted aviators. You swallowed thickly, afraid of what was next. "Come here."

You obeyed, stepping closer to him timidly. Immediately, you were manhandled, almost thrown into the back of his camper van. You stared in surprise, yelping as he slammed the door closed behind the both of you. You didn't have time to react before he was on you, his mouth meeting yours. The kiss wasn't pretty or experienced as his teeth clacked against yours, his lips bruising and hungry. He must've been pent up, watching you flaunt yourself around in that low-cut tanktop and those too-short shorts. Just as fast as he had started, he had pulled away. The marksman looked you up and down, as if you were nothing but prey.

"This is the entire reason I didnt want'cha to come, darl'. Just can't keep my bloody hands off ya."

A flash of red was all you saw before you were flipped onto your stomach, Sniper using his long limbs to entangle your arms behind your back. He had you like a wrangled animal, trapped and helpless. He grunted quietly, cursing under his breath as he kept you pinned with one arm. He used his one free hand and made quick work of your bottoms, sliding them, along with your underwear, down to rest just below your ass. You jolted at the feeling of his caloused hand immediately delving into your folds, as if to relax you. A low whimper left your throat, the feeling of his long, thick fingers tracing themselves inside of you, curling to hit the right spot.

You didn't have much time, however, and Sniper knew this. He retracted his fingers, sucking whatever juices was on them off. The clinking of a belt, along with shuffling fabric excited you further. Although you couldn't look back, you could feel him start to guide his long length towards your aching hole. He slid into you, slowly. Sniper wasn't thick per se, but he was definitely long. The head of his cock practically kissed your insides in all the right places. With how wet you were, you didn't need much time to accommodate his size. Snapping his hips into your ass, you could feel every drag of his cock, every pulse and vein. His pace started off bruising, the hand keeping you pinned down began leaving crescent-shaped indents from his fingernails.

There was something primal about this. The heat had burned extra hot that day, and so did your lover, it seemed. He reached his free hand under you, beginning to rub sloppy circles on your clit. Shortly after, you eyes had screwed shut, a line of drool beginning to leak from your mouth. The campervan had rocked slightly with each thrust, your pants and pleas falling upon deaf ears as Sniper used your body. It wasn't long until you tried to warn him, maybe a little too late.

"Mick, I—!" Before you could continue, you had came, your own moan cutting you off. Sniper had a sick, twisted smile, letting go of your arms to focus fully on grabbing your hips. He had started slamming your overstimulated, quivering cunt back into him. It sent shocks through your body, the pleasure quickly turning to pain as it became too much

"Fuck, I love ya, roo. I'm gonna fill ya right up, make ya mine." His thrusts grew erratic, almost sloppy, as a string of curses and praise left his lips as he hilted himself fully inside of you. You heard a small groan, followed by some deep breaths as Sniper came inside of you. With a groan, he pulled out, his cock growing softer by the second. He yanked his pants up, buckling his belt back with extreme ease and skill. There was no time for aftercare. He helped you slide your clothes back up, your trembling thighs sending delight through him. He picked his slouch hat up from off the ground, dusting it off. He held a crooked smile as he placed it atop your head, the hat much too big for you. He had finished pumping gas, screwing the cap back on before leaning against the front of his Chevy.

"Where's Scout?"

"I paid him $20 to piss off somewhere for like half an hour. He'll be back soon, love."

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ICEBREAKER, with s’mores, of course. ₁

⤷ a percy jackson dr shifting experience!

ac; for some background context this happened after our first meeting! (that post is now up as well if you’re curious about that awkward ass first meeting with the hero’s of olympus ugh) its the way this is 1k words and theres still gonna be a part two HELP

I’m feeling a little bit awkward to say the very least. I walk behind the other nine members of this so-called ‘prophecy’. none of them saying a word to each other. a few of them seemingly communicating silently through their eyes.

we reach a small fire pit, logs are circling it meant for the campers to sit on, but nobody does.

awkward silence falls upon us, I look away from them and look to the west seeing the yellow, orange and pink sunset sky. my eyes squint slightly due to the brightness.

I look back to the rest of them and my eyes widen, all of their gazes on me.

After a few moments of some of the most awkward silence I've probably ever experienced in my sixteen years on this earth, the repair boy speaks, “You look tired,” his eyes study my face as if tracing my features.

I laugh softly and bring my palm to my eye, pressing down on it gently “That’s because I am” I say sitting down on one of the logs. the rest of the follow suit. “I’ll go get the stuff to make s’mores!” the girl with curly hair shoots up from the log happily speeds off and disappears into one of the buildings.

“Leo, can you light this up please?” four eyes ask walking over to get the roasting sticks off of a wooden bench nearby.

I don’t know what the hell I expected to happen, actually, i do, I thought whoever the hell Leo was maybe put firewood in the pit and fire starting liquid on it and light it up with a match or however you make a fire.

so imagine my surprise when the repair boy stands up and shoots fire out his hand straight into the pit.

my eyes widen and a gasp leaves my lips moving back out of instinct of surprise and fear, making me almost fall off the log before catching myself.

my breathing comes in and out of my lungs in quick paints and my widened eyes look around quickly to the rest of them, seeming to find my reaction humorous.

“Why are you guys acting like that was normal!?” my voice came out louder than I had intended it to. unable to contain their amusement, they burst out laughing, the tall east asian boy clapping his hands as he laughs.

“It’s normal in our world, princess” repair boy, ‘Leo’ chuckles and sits back down on the log looking into my eyes. wanting to see my reaction, but I can’t tell if it’s to see how I react to the fact that it’s normal for him to shoot fire out of his hands or the fact that he called me ‘princess’.

I stare at him for a few seconds and my hand comes up to the front of my hair in an attempt to press my bangs down onto my forehead, a nervous habit of mine before looking away from him and looking at the fire he created.

A grin slowly creeps onto Leo’s lips, clearly pleased with the reaction he got out of me.

Asshole.

“Leave her alone, Leo,” the pretty girl with choppy brown hair rolls her eyes at him getting a roasting stick. Leo puts his hands up in a playful surrender, “I’m not doing nothin’!” he plays innocent with doe eyes trying to fight back a smirk.

“Sorry about him, he’s annoying,” she says, handing me a roasting stick as well, sitting between me and the tall blonde boy with frames.

I like her.

“Hey—!” He opens his mouth to protest but only makes it so far till the girl who went to get the s’more ingredients comes running back with a big smile on her face. “I’m back!” she says excitedly and puts the stuff on the small wooden table not too far from the fire pit.

we crowd around the small table, grabbing the jumbo-sized marshmallows and sticking them on the pointy roasting sticks and sticking them in the fire.

I swallow a bit watching my marshmallow in the fire, trying to gather the courage to strike up a conversation with the rest of the teenagers. the people pleaser in me wants them all to like and be their friend desperately. as embarrassing as it is.

I chew on the inside of my cheek before finally speaking, trying to not immediately regret it once I do.

“What's your guys’ names?”

Leo’s eyes meet mine, the fire underneath him lighting his face orange, accentuating the sharp contours of his face. “Leo,” he says simply.

Obvi dummy, I heard.

“Leo what?” I say looking into his eyes as well, refusing to look away having a sneaky feeling he wants me to look away first.

He smiles softly looking down at me, but not the fuck boy smile I expected. it seemed genuine. “Valdez. Leo Valdez.” he looks back down at his marshmallow, turning the stick to make sure all sides are roasted to perfection.

Okay... I judged him too quickly.

My heartbeat quickened a bit hearing his last name, realizing he is also a Latino, and feeling glad that there’s some familiarity and common ground between the both of us.

Well, it was kinda obvious.. his dark curls, dark eyes, tan skin, his name being ‘Leo’. but I didn't wanna assume and embarrass myself.

“Where are you from, Leo Valdez?” I smile mischievously, finding it fun to use his full name when addressing him. He grins, his dark brown eyes have a glint of amusement in them.

“M’from Austin, Texas,” He smiles at me again “but my family is from Mexico” he adds, bringing his sticks with the on-fire marshmallows away from the pit and to his mouth to blow the fire out.

I get even more excited hearing that he’s Mexican as well, just like me.

Usually, I wouldn’t be this excited about seeing another Mexican in the wild. we’re everywhere. I don’t know why but I didn't think that there would be another Mexican here with me at camp half blood. because I don’t exactly think of a Mexican when I think of a demigod.

But here we both are.

I bite back a smile, trying to not show how excited I am, but it fails miserably. “What part of Mexico?” At this point, there is a full-blown smile on my face, which is humiliating but right now I'm just happy that me and someone else here are from the same place.

He laughs running his finger through his dark curls “Tabasco” Leo answers moving the roasting stick from his right hand to his left. his right hand going behind him undoing the buckles on his tool belt and taking it off. putting it on the bench behind him.

“Y hablas?” I tease watching him put the belt on the log “obvio, quien crees soy?” he giving me playful sass putting his free hand on his hip.

”Y tú de dónde eres?” He asks before I feel my roasting stick be taken out of my hand making me look over to whoever took it from me, seeing the Asian guy blow out my burning marshmallows for me.

I like him. He's like a gentle giant.

“thank you” I smile at him and he returns it before I turn my attention back to Leo.

“Yo soy nacida aquí, pero mi familia es de veracruz” I turn the base of the roasting stick between my thumb, middle, and pointer finger to examine all sides of my now burnt marshmallow.

thank god— sorry— THE gods (apparently) that big guy noticed my burning marshmallow. it probably would’ve turned into ash and blown away in the wind if he didn't.

Just when I'm about to answer the pretty girl who called Leo annoying earlier speaks up

“I thought you wanted to know all our names?” she teases, narrowing her eyes at me taking a bite out of her s’more.

my eyes widen in embarrassment.

I just spent who knows how long talking to this idiot and forgot that I asked the rest of them what their names were as well.

“Sorry,” my hand goes to flatten my bangs out once more, “I’m a little bit talkative,” I laugh awkwardly. “A little?” Ocean Eyes teases with his mouth full of marshmallows, gram crackers and chocolate earning a smack on the back of his head from the blonde girl next to him.

“Well, I’m Piper by the way,” she tells me with a warm smile, making my ears burn a little bit, making me try to casually take my hair out from behind my ears to hide them. hoping nobody noticed them probably turning pink.

“I’m Jason Grace” The tall blonde boy stands and extends his hand out for me to shake with a smile on his face.

I smile back and nod attentively, taking his hand in mine and shaking it. His grip on my hand is gentle. Like he’s afraid to hurt me.

He has big ass hands.

they’re soft too.

I’m brought out of my thoughts by the sound of Piper's voice ”We’re saying first and last names?” She looks at Jason. Jason just shrugs “Leo said his first and last name” and he lets my hand go gently.

“I’m Hazel Levesque,” she says with a friendly smile and a small wave, eating a small piece of chocolate.

“Frank Zhang” he raised his hand towards me in acknowledgment.

I’m just now realizing he didn’t eat a single s’more.

” Annabeth Chase” her arms are crossed over her chest.

“Reyna,” the girl with the braided hair says and leaves it at that. I don’t know if she likes me very much.

“I’m Percy Jackson,”

I look down to see who the voice belongs to, it is Ocean Eyes.

“And his name,” he points to the cool emo boy “is Nico Di Angelo,”

I and Nico’s eyes meet. It feels like he can see right through me. I smile softly, not knowing what else to do. his eyes flicker from my eyes down to my lips and just nods in acknowledgment.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” I say quietly nodding back.

“And you?” Percy nods towards me “What's your name?” I feel nervous all of a sudden, feeling all their gazes on me. my hand once again makes its way up to flatten my bags over my eyebrows.

“Cītlalli. Cītlalli O’hara” I say sitting back down with my s’more in hand.

“okay say that one more time but slower,” Jason says, leaning closer to me and resting his elbows on his knees. I laugh softly and nod “Cīt-la-lli,” I say slower for him, his eyes focusing on the way my mouth moves saying my name. the rest of them are also paying attention to how my name is said.

“Cītlalli?” He says my name hesitantly, not wanting to mess up the pronunciation of it, pushing his glasses up his nose. “That’s Nahuatl right?” Leo asks, finishing up his s’more. rubbing his fingers against the material of his shirt in an attempt to get the sticky marshmallow off him.

I nod in response to him.

“What’s Nahuatl?” Percy tilts his head slightly with one of his eyebrows raised. “It’s a native language from Mexico,” I say with a small nod and smile. Piper perks up a bit hearing this, “what does your name mean?” she leans in a bit closer in anticipation.

“star. it means star,” I tell her a bit shyly, looking down at the ground.

“How fitting,” Percy jokes, “Since you’re the daughter of the night and all.”

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 26: Thereafter

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1k AN: This is more of an epilogue of sorts. There's not a lot of dialogue, but it does kind of wrap everything up. I really have enjoyed writing this, and I hope you have enjoyed it as well :) thanks for a fun time and a great ride. I could say 5,000 more things about this fic and how much I love you for supporting it, but let's finish this up :)

It had taken Ace a few days to make the house liveable, but plenty of people had opened their homes for you to stay in while you all finished the essential repairs. They never made you feel like a burden, and even though you tried to keep to yourselves, they were eager to get to know you.

You had expected to pay for all the tools you needed, but the townsfolk on this island were kind and generous. Several families had lent Ace tools, and some had even come by to offer their help. Even though you were on a hill outside of town, people dropped in throughout the day, bringing baked goods or hand-sewn linens as welcoming gifts.

So much for privacy. You had more of it in your shared bunkhouse on the Moby Dick.

But you didn’t find yourself irritated by the townspeople’s check-ins. While most of them asked basic questions about your past and eyed Ace’s scarred back, they never pried. And even better, they always seemed to know when it was time to leave.

After a few weeks, you had fallen into a strange pattern of familiarity. Even as your belly grew bigger, you tried your best to help Ace as much as you could every day. In the morning, you would get up and make him coffee. He would always scold you, claiming that you were the one who was supposed to be pampered right now, but he continued to allow you to do it for now.

You all would eat a quick breakfast, and then begin to work on house improvements. The morning was the best time to work, since it was still cool out. The two of you patched up holes in the walls and began to decorate the inside of your little two-bedroom cabin. The projects never seemed to end.

And every morning while you worked, Mr. Cheddle would deliver a newspaper, and you would invite him in for breakfast. If he declined, you would send him some kind of snack to thank him for bringing the paper up the hill. You knew he didn’t mind, but you still felt obligated to send him away with something.

You’d leave Ace to go make lunch, and usually find some variety of baked goods on the counter from someone welcoming you to the town. You often found yourself wondering if people would ever stop sending you things, or if you would become someone who baked for your neighbors just for the hell of it.

At lunch, you would read the paper and update Ace on anything interesting. Afterwards, the two of you would typically walk to town together to find something to do. Some days you would shop, others you would go your separate ways. Whether it was tea with Arabelle, or a walk in the park with Crilly and her three dogs, or even sitting at Sellie-Tien’s shop and catching up on gossip, you always found something to do.

And as the sun set, you and Ace would walk back up the hill, talking of your time spent apart, and even stopping to chat with others along the road.

What a strange life you were living. How mundane it all was. And yet…perfect.

On one particular day it had been too hot for you to work, even in the morning. And with nothing to do, you decided to read the News Coo early. You kept your eyes peeled for any words of Luffy, but there had been no news of him since his stunt at Marineford.

However, today there was far more interesting news on the front page. One you had been waiting for.

One about Portgas D. Ace.

“You’re dead!” You cheered, holding up the News Coo to show Ace.

Ace dropped his tools and ran over to you, reading it over quickly.

“They made a grave for me and everything,” he said. “Impressive.”

“It helps that they took your hat,” you mentioned. He pouted at the thought.

“I’m gonna miss that hat.” He handed the paper back to you. “What about you?”

“Still nothing.” You read through the article once again just to make sure you hadn’t skipped anything. “I doubt they’ll officially say I’m dead.”

“Really?” Ace asked. “Why’s that?”

“Because they reported it wrong once,” you admitted, setting the paper down. “They can’t do that again. Can you imagine the embarrassment?”

“But they won’t bother us here.” Ace looked out over the ocean. “They don’t have jurisdiction.”

“That’s why Marco chose it for us,” you said. “It’s quiet. Out of the way. Nobody will bother us. It’s perfect.”

“Seems like a more than fair trade off,” Ace said, and you nodded in agreement.

“We finally get to have our happily ever after.”

Ace smiled at you, kissing your cheek. “And I can’t wait to spend it with you. Our perfect little family.”

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Sengoku stared long and hard at a small piece of paper with little hearts doodled all over. Against everything that he knew and had been told, the card sat between his fingers in perfect condition.

Garp walked into the room, full of drive and purpose. “Listen Sengoku, I need to tell you something. I-“

“I know,” he said. “You’re going to retire. But before you turn in that resignation letter, I want to give you something.”

Sengoku handed off the piece of paper covered with hearts. “Do with this what you will. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never seen it.”

Garp examined it, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw the name written across it in perfect cursive. Ace.

“Where did you get this?”

“We took it off Portgas D. Ace when he arrived at Impel Down. We thought it belonged to him, but that must not be the case, since he’s dead now.”

Garp held the card in his hand carefully. The paper slowly inched away from him. “So who’s it belong to then?”

“Probably nobody,” Sengoku shrugged. “I’m about to retire myself, and that little scrap of paper seems like a lot of paperwork and a lot of personal investigation. I just don’t have it in me. Especially for some pirate who we all saw die. Take it off my hands for me. Do something with it, just don’t tell me what. As a favor.”

“Yes sir,” Garp said, tears in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“No Garp,” Sengoku said. “Thank you.”

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bump1nthen1ght · 1 year

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 12 (Somnophilia)

Kink: Somnophilia

Pairing: NB!Shadow Demon x GN!Reader

Other kinks: Oral sex (r recieving)

Warnings: Dubious Consent (It could be inferred reader prior consented to somnophilia, but it isn't explicitely stated)

Word Count: 1119 words

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Xa’reth had never been more thankful for the heat.

Born in a void of inky black nothingness, feeding on dreams and ideas for most of their life, the human climate had never quite agreed with them. Whether it was humidity or biting cold, it always felt wrong against their skin, so used to the nothingness of subconscious space.

But now, looking down on your sleeping form, Xa’reth could kiss the heatwave that had washed throughed your town, and the AC repair guy who couldn’t come until tomorrow. All of it had lead to you, precious you, to discard pj’s for underwear and to throw aside your covers. Not to mention the way you splay out on your bed, trying to disperse any body heat and soak up the little coolness your two fans provide you.

All in all, it is quite a tantalizing sight.

Xa’reth feels them slipping out of the shadow in the corner of your room, soundless footsteps leaving imprints in your carpet as they step towards your bed. Their hulking form means the top of their horns brush against the ceiling and the bed creaks when they set their knee down. Neither sound is enough to wake you, breathing steady as Xa’reth sets themselves between your open legs, admiring the beads of sweat that decorate your thighs. Their form shifts and smokes, arms thinning to slip under your legs without you noticing, before bulking against to lift them over their shoulders. They take a deep sniff.

Oh, what an incredible smell.

Xa’reth murmurs, soaking up your human scent that enticed them so. You never seem to notice it, nose much worse than theirs, not even realizing the pheromones that leak out of your pores and drives them crazy. You’re so cute in that way.

Their clawed thumb brushes across your entrance, taking another sniff of the fabric covering. They can feel the saliva bubbling into their mouth, dripping through their razor sharp teeth and down their jaw. Xa’reth doesn’t need to eat, but at this moment they feel real hunger.

They kiss up your leg, tong trailing and soaking in the salt of your sweat. They can feel you begin to turn, still asleep but slightly reactive. Xa’reth sucks several bruises onto your inner thigh, lightly tugging at the skin and watching it pull back. A rumbling purr vibrates the bed. Your head tosses and you give a hesby exhale. Not exactly a moan, but Xa’reth revels in it all the same.

Xa’reth licks up the crotch of your underwear, sucking the fabric for just a taste of you. Its not enough, they quickly decide, hand shifting again to slip into your underwear and pull them down your legs, turning briefly incorporeal just so they won’t have to move. Glowing eyes in the darkness stare at your bare crotch, pulsing with desire.

Xa’reth digs in, tongue licking circles around your entrance before plunging in. Their eyes roll back in their head, sweet ambrosia finally on their lips. They are quick to prod at your walls, feeling you clench around them as they explore unhindered. Your feet kick, Xa’reth not feeling thing as a dreamy sigh comes out of your mouth. Xa’reth can see the content expression on your face, body soaking io the attention easily.

Xa’reth retracts their tongue to just the tip, teasing themselves before shoving it back in. Your thighs jerk around their head, clenching against their broad neck. The chill of their void-like skin must feel good in the heat, as your legs dance across your back like you're trying to soak them up. They lap at your insides with every thrust of their jaw, tongue lathering up and down. Drool slickens across your inner thighs, an erotic sound of sucking hidden under the white noise of the fan.

Your feet just barely touch around the broad muscles of Xa’reth’s back, legs warming up the sides of Xa’reth’s face like a muffler. Now this is a heat they can get onboard with.

Xa’reth crawls a hand up your stomach, petting at the skin, rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh. A shiver runs down your sine, goosebumps across your thighs, unintentionally rubbing your hips against Xa’reth’s mouth. Their eyes roll back into their head, nuzzling their face back into your heat.

It’s damn near torture to detach themselves, to rip sweet divinity from their mouth, even for the moment. Only made worse by your sweet whines, your unconsciousness begging to be filled again. The ache it sends down Xa’reth’s chest is unbearable.

But there is reprieve, the sweet sighs as they sink two long fingers inside your whole. Properly stretched out by their tongue, the muscle relaxes as they scissor their fingers outwards, rough finger pads running along your walls. It's enough for Xa’reth to slip a third finger inside, now adding the sting of pleasure you were looking for.

Xa’reth can see your chest heaving in the dark, fingers curling around your pillow as your head tosses around. Sweat has begun to bead on your chest and stomach, the cool fans doing nothing to stop the fire Xa’reth stokes inside you.

Even as their fingers begin to thrust, fucking you open against their palm, Xa’reth can’t help themselves and go for a taste. They lap at the muscle around your hole, tongue wiggling in the gaps between their fingers. Your lips open in a pant, keening and whining so breathlessly.

“That’s it.” A discordant voice, layers of soundbites of conversations heard before. “Cum for me.” Xa’reth whispers, tapping into that haze of your sleeping mind. You may not be fully aware, but they can send the impulses well enough to your brain, have your body understand what they ask.

Your keeling voice goes higher, shorter bursts of moans as your hips rock back and forth on their fingers. Xa’reth smiles, eyes rolling over your desperate form. The way you ride their hand is euphoric, they’re sure there is no sight quite like in the rest of the world.

Your lower half raises up, a moan cut short as you tighten around their hand, orgasm racking your body. Xa’reth whispers more sweet nothings into your skin, kissing the sides of your legs as they let you ride out the rest of your high, only withdrawing their fingers once your body begins falls onto the bed.

They crawl up your side, their body too long for the bed, feet dangling off the edge. You still pant, sweatier than ever, but curl up against their side anyway. They watch as you nuzzle your face into their side, a content sigh of the cool skin against your flushed cheeks.

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Late Night (springtrap x Gn! Reader) {fluff fic}

You’d finally made it to the driveway, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles were turning white. You didn’t have the patience to deal with anyone right not. Nothing to springtrap personally, you just knew you should have taken the day off. Glancing at the clock that read 11:45, “just a couple more minutes” you muttered to yourself, hands sliding down the wheel as you loosened your iron grip.

You tried focusing on your breathing but it just wasn’t working. It’s not like you could sleep on the job either, despite being too exausted to properly function, you were completely restless. You hadn’t gotten a good nights rest in days.

A couple minutes passed, and you finally got out of the car, walking into the building and clocking in.

The halls filled with the sound of your crisp footsteps clacking against the dusty linoleum floor. Cold rough hands grabbed at your shoulders and you nearly jumped out of your own skin, yelping and dipping out of the grasp. You were met with springtrap’s gravelly laugh as you stood there red faced with embarrassment, “… I wasn’t expecting you to be up and walking so early”

“I’m not early, you’re late.” he crossed his arms.

“No it’s..” you checked your phone to see the clock at 12:09… when did all that time pass? “Oh..”

“Whatever that’s unimportant.” He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and drags you with him, “My neck has been KILLING me, I believe something got lodged in there. I don’t even understand HOW something could have gotten lodged in there” He starts droning on

You liked hearing him talk. Lucky for you, he liked hearing himself talk too… but you didn’t mind. The two of you walked into the makeshift workshop. He sat on the chair next to the big iron table, leaning on his elbow leaning his head to the right.

“It’s right in the middle left here” he pointed with his left hand.

“I’ll see what I can do… that’s a finicky spot, you know that” you stood between his legs and clicked the flashlight on, holding it in your mouth. (You keep telling yourself to invest in a headlamp but you keep forgetting to actually buy it…)

You used a narrow metal rod to poke at his insides, trying to see what was lodged in there. Probably not the best thing to use, but there isn’t necessarily a correct tool for this kind of thing..

Finally, you found the blockage; his collarbone had somehow completely snapped in half and had splintered into several different mechanical crevices.

“Great” you laughed dryly. This could take the whole night. “How the hell did the bone suddenly start splintering like this?”

He just looked at you and shrugged on his right side. He’s soooo helpful as usual.

What the hell does he do when you’re not here to warrant the need for these extremely hands-on repairs? You took the needle nose pliers out of the toolbox and started at pulling the bone fragments out.

You hadn’t realized how close you really were to him, but he sure did. Your lower thighs pressed into his inner thighs. Your pressed button-up shirt wrinkled as your chest was flushed up against his own.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet” springtrap chimed.

“…it’s been a long week” you replied dryly, putting the flashlight back into your mouth after responding.

He just hummed on response.

He’d really rather not bother you about whatever was troubling you, but this mood shift was starting to make him uncomfortable. You’re always so nice and so quick with conversation. Seeing you like this was a little jarring. The only noise in the cramped workshop was the half-working AC unit. Despite the fan going overdrive, you were still breaking a sweat in this late summer Utah heat.

After a couple more bone fragments were removed, his shoulder was starting to feel better. But he didn’t say anything about it, he just let you continue with your work. Springtrap didn’t want to admit how much he loved the closeness that came with his repairs. Could you blame him? He spent 30 years contactless both socially and physically. He refuses to admit it to both you and himself, but he’s desperate for any kind of human interaction.

His focus stayed on the warmth of your body radiating against his cold metallic body. The sensation was faint, given almost all his nerve endings were completely shot, but the sensation was still there.

You weren’t even halfway done when your eyes started to give out on you, heavy with exhaustion. You stumbled backwards and springtrap caught you by the lower waist.

“How do you manage to trip over nothing” he laughed.

Putting your palms on both of his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Sorry, I’m just really tired I guess” you mumbled. It took so much energy to speak but you have to remind yourself people can’t just read your thoughts.

The air was thick with one-sided tension yet, you failed to even notice. Your breathing was labored by your body working overdrive to keep yourself upright and ‘functioning’.

Springtrap stared down at you, he could tell you really weren’t all there today when you came in, but you were just about passing out on him… LITERALLY.

“You should rest” he phrased it as a suggestion but said it as an order.

“…mmbut your neck” you rose your drooped head up to look at him.

He stared back into your sleep deprived half-lidded eyes. You looked like a kicked puppy, he found it adorable.

Springtrap didn’t bother to answer your weak protest, instead, picking you up by your waist and setting you down on his lap. The sharp holes in the legs of the suit scratched at the fabric on the underside of your legs; your jeans being your only armor against the sharp metal. But regardless of the sharp edges of his suit poking at your skin, you were kinda comfortable.

It wasn’t… uncommon that repairs often gotten accidentally intimate, but it wasn’t accidental this time. Your body twitched trying to go stiff but your muscles refused to hold.

Springtrap’s rough hand glided up your forearm to the pliers in your hand. He pried the pliers from your wimpy grasp, placing them on the table behind him; then snaked his hand up to the flashlight in your mouth. A thin line of saliva dribbled from your mouth onto the edge flashlight. He hummed in amusement and held the edge of the flashlight up to your chin, beckoning for you to look back up at him. You wanted to squirm under the feeling of your own cold saliva on your chin.

The two of you locked eyes once again, at this point you had no energy to fight back on this. This rotted husk of a man was strangely the best comfort you had. You reached both hands out, one of grab the hand that held the flashlight, the other gently holding his wrist. Your hand slid up, pressing your thumb against Springtrap’s palm.

You guided his hand to your cheek. The suit was rough and raggedy, but you failed to care. His hand was huge in comparison to your face; half of his hand rested on your neck, and his index and thumb engulfed your cheek. He rubbed his thumb back and forth methodically.

You caved into your exhaustion, slumping over his shoulder, stuffing your face in the crook of your arm for cushioning. His arms wrapped around you. Springtrap gives surprisingly good hugs; his grip is tight and constraining but in a comforting way. He brushed the hair out of your face and trailed his left hand down to the small of your back. Springtrap traced his index finger along your spine while his right arm held you close.

At this point, your vision was spinning from exhaustion, legs twitching as you tried to keep yourself awake.

“Springs?” You mumbled

You could feel him shift to look over at you. “Hmm?” his voice rattled through his metal chest in a low rumble.

You went to say something else but you knocked out before you could say anything.

Springtrap awaited your response but eventually realized you were out.

He listened intently to your breathing, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. His ears twitched everytime you mumbled in your sleep. He hated how soft you made him feel. He burried his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you tighter.

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sketching out plans…!

gojo satoru x black!fem!reader x geto suguru

college student + artist au

story masterlist

minors dni, 18+

summary: the world appears so much more colorful when you major in art. a balance between mystery and connection. you cannot, however, claim that the bond between you and your two best friends from childhood had the same balance. you were caught in the crossfire as everything went left between gojo and geto once you all entered the college scene. left to tackle your own conflicting thoughts while trying help to repair their friendship. your only question is: why did everything go wrong?

cw: eventually nsfw (not this chapter), pet names (no use of y/n), pining, poly!satosugu mentions, childhood friends to lovers trope, food + eating mentioned, bickering + petty arguments, academic stress (gojo just loves procrastinating), explicit language, utahime is a professor in here (LMAO, not even a warning but it’s funny to me)

wc: 2.5k+

CHAPTER ONE

“...and if you have no questions, that’s all for today's class.” your professor's voice circled the intimately spaced classroom. the warm sunlight from the window across from you bounced off your brown skin as it seemed to pour into the room with no restrictions. well, the complete lack of shade would definitely be to blame. the heat the sun provided was wonderful in your usually cold classes, but professor utahime must enjoy seeing her students suffer with the lack of ac usage. the classroom was always hot, sweltering even. the heat so annoying, you had pulled your braids into a low bun after entering the classroom.

“psst…” your name followed the sound of someone trying to catch your attention — a voice you knew all too well. well enough to roll your eyes at his usual antics before even meeting his gaze. turning towards the white-haired man behind you, a look of slight annoyance covered your face as you prompted him to go on with what he had needed your attention so badly for.

“i didn’t do the project that’s due tomorrow; you’ve gotta help me,” he seemed to plead as his voice was pushed through a stressed-filled whisper. his revelation was of no surprise to you; he had been a procrastinator all throughout your childhood. yet he always managed to be at the top of any class.

“gojo, that project was assigned two weeks ago.” you deadpanned as you stood from your stool. packing up your art supplies into your carrying case in the process. “what have you been doing?” you questioned.

“a little bit of everything, actually— but that’s besides the point,” gojo said as he mimicked your actions and packed his bag. “if i don’t get this project done, she’ll drop me by two grades. my perfect ‘a’ will fall to a ‘c’.”

“oh, i see, you want me to save you.”

“yes— NO!”

professor utahime paused her actions from her spot at the front of the class to peer over at the two of you. her black hair with hints of purple glimmering under the natural light in the room. the scar that adorned her face shifted a bit as she sent a soft smile your way, only to shake her head at gojo before returning to her previous actions. not only did it disturb her but others who tried to quickly pack up their belongings. though, they only gave a slight flinch and quick glance.

“no, it’s not like that, i swear. i just need a few opinions on my starting point.” gojo brought his voice back down to a whisper.

“mhm, right. like when you needed my opinion last time and i did your entire project outline—” your voice was cut short as gojo clamped one of his big, cold hands over your mouth. a rushed and panicked shhh falling from his pink lip as he watched professor utahime glide through the classroom with her belongings in her hand, taking her leave as quickly as she could.

“gojo, let her go.” a calm voice from behind you spoke. a moment of annoyance flashed across the white-haired man’s face as he looked at the person behind you. as if they had had the audacity to speak to him as the voice chimed up again, “it’s not her fault that you’ve been slacking. learn to keep up.”

letting his hand grab at your jaw for a moment, gojo squished your cheeks together, your glossy lips puckering out. white eyelashes framing his sparkling blue eyes as he peered at you, smiling at how goofy you looked. you could feel your stomach flutter at the action, but you quickly brushed it off.

“looks like we’ve got ourselves a superhero ready to take action, princess,” gojo cooed. dropping his hand to his side, you were able to turn and meet the face of the new company. another man you had known all throughout your childhood; his long, raven black hair was quite a contrast to the bright-haired man that had just spoken.

“geto, i happen to value the opinions of smart people. though you wouldn’t know that, seeing as i’d never have to come to you for an opinion,” gojo chided.

“guess that’s the same reason why your own opinions aren’t worth much—”

“hey! you two have been at it since we’ve gotten to this damn school. it’s been three years,” you interrupted as you stood between them. “whatever happened, just kiss and make up already at this point.”

“he started it!” gojo interjected like a kid arguing his case to an authority figure.

“and finished it too,” geto said, letting a lazy smile play at his lips. a smile you wished you had more time to admire, but it was gone just as fast as it had appeared.

pinching your nose bridge, you grabbed your bag and hoisted it onto your shoulder. only to quickly be relieved of its weight as geto slid it off of your shoulder with ease. his warm hand brushing against your shoulder as he did so. damned camisole, would have worn a regular t-shirt and bear the brunt of sweating if you knew a simple hand brushing against you would make you momentarily dizzy.

“what are you still doing here anyway? don’t you have another class?”

gojo’s question interrupted their bickering as you all exited the classroom. only for geto to respond with a simple ‘it got canceled’. which you knew you would all be headed to your shared apartment building at the same time. it was definitely a task living in the same apartment building as the two men, especially seeing as they could not seem to get along to save their own lives.

though you had yet to understand why.

gojo and geto were within the top three of professor utahime’s class, amassing major credit with professional artists and opportunities to work alongside them. sometimes at the same time; which must have been a horror story for the artist they had shadowed. they shared some of the same interests, tastes in art, and even simple hobbies.

their rift throughout college just did not make sense.

“i’ll see you two later; i need to make a stop at the store before i get to the apartments.”

“awe, don’t leave me here with this bonehead,” gojo whined. his actions caused a small chuckle to leave your lips as you pulled out your key, pressing the unlock button on your keychain.

“you’ll be around each other for all of two minutes just walking to your cars,” you smiled as you opened your car door mentioning the two almost identical black suvs they owned.

“we don’t know what gojo can do in those two minutes,” geto spoke, “he might even run me off the road.”

“good idea. now i might,” gojo mumbled under his breath. “i’ll leave first. ‘need at least a five-pace headstart before i do something i’ll regret. drive safe, beautiful.”

“you too, ‘toru!”

with a shake of your heads, both you and geto watched as gojo parted ways with you both, until he could no longer be seen in the distance. sliding into your car, you looked up at geto from the open door. the man stood over you as he looked down at you. his eyes seemed to scan your face for just a moment, but that moment made your heart beat just a little bit faster.

“he’s really something,” you spoke with a smile, “but you are too. how long are you two going to keep this weird ass feud going?”

“as long as ‘toru wants to,” geto said matter of factly, “remember, i didn’t start this.”

“well, it needs to end. i need my friends to act normal again. how everything used to be,” you pouted a little as you stuck the key in the ignition. your car revving to life as you turned the key. “we graduate next year. i don’t want us to get out in the ‘real world’ and still be on bad terms.”

“i’m trying my best; sometimes it’s just hard not to be just as petty,” geto confessed with his thin brows furrowed, but you already knew that.

a beat of silence fell over you two as you played it off with a sad smile. with a small hum, you pushed out a stressed i’ll get going, i guess.

“drive safe, princess.”

the ride home from the store seemed to drag; you had only stopped to pick up the list of things needed to make dinner. your latest craving about to be satisfied by yourself. grabbing the four grocery bags from the passenger seat, you made your way up to the fourth floor by using the elevator. once you had begun to start cooking, it was not long after you heard a knocking on your door. gojo being the one on the other side once the door was swung open. his supplies in hand as he flashed a charming smile. only to be met with an unamused sigh from you.

“oh come on, just think of it as us bonding,” gojo persuaded, then deadpanned. “if i don’t get this in tomorrow, professor utahime might kick my ass, seriously.”

“i actually want to see it happen,” you spoke smoothly as you backed up and allowed him into your apartment. “how did you even know i was home?”

“we all live on the same floor, so i can hear when your door closes. your car is always parked next to suguru’s outside, and i can smell your cooking a mile away— which reminds me, what are we eating for dinner?”

“after i just found out you stalk me, ‘we’ isn’t in the equation.”

“so had i not admitted to that, there was a ‘we’?” gojo sent a boyish smile your way. to say you almost melted — at what you perceived as a fleeting joke — was an understatement. though you played everything off well, just as you always did.

“in your dreams, ‘toru.”

the party of two ended up drifting into the confines of your living room once you had both eaten. a few laughs and conversations made their way through the familiarity you both felt with each other. until you decided to let your words change the atmosphere.

“…satoru, what ever happened between you and sugu’ ?”

gojo’s charcoal pencil stopped in the middle of his drawing as he sat across from you on the loveseat you had. he had been working on trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to capture for the task at hand, drawing at random as you lay on the couch watching television. your black bonnet protecting your braids. if they could, you swear the walls would start crumbling under the weight of your words. as the white-haired man looked at you quietly.

“i don’t really want to talk about—”

“come on, don’t do this to me, ‘toru,” you whined as you sat up. “you talk to me about anything and everything.”

“we all just belong—…sugu’ and i just grew apart as friends. something i won’t let happen to us,” gojo spoke, but you knew there was much more to be said by the way he cut himself off. silence continued to envelop the room as you two held eye contact from across the room.

had he been anyone else in this moment, you would swear he was bursting at the seams to say something he would regret, his eyes telling a different story. using his words like a safety net. but gojo was not one to regret; he always spoke his mind with confidence. so why would that change now?

though you could not judge him if he chose to keep this one thing to himself. you had your secrets, too. it was not easy being best friends with gojo or geto. years had been spent pushing any thoughts you had for them, outside of friendship boundaries, aside. you were in over your head, thinking they had those lingering thoughts too. why pry at gojo for something he refused to share?

“okay,” was the only word that fell from your lips as you laid back down. watching as the man in the corner of the room nodded in acknowledgement as he went back to drawing. though it was clear that the atmosphere had been altered to no return.

you woke up when the sound of your front door closing echoed through the apartment. somewhat startled by the sound, only to find you had been covered with a blanket and a pillow had been placed under your head. you squinted as you tried to focus your eyes and take in the living room. gojo had left, it seemed. leaving you alone for the night. from the window parallel to the couch, you could see that daytime had drifted into nightfall.

stretching out your arms, you grabbed the blanket that had been covering you and your pillow as you directed yourself to your bedroom.

tossing yourself stomach first onto your bed, the wooden headboard thumped against the wall slightly. a groan left your lips as you heard the ping of a text notification from your phone that you had left charging on your nightstand. reaching for it blindly, you let the charger be yanked from the charging port. the picture of geto, gojo and yourself on move in day three years ago illuminated the screen. causing you to pause for just a second.

from: gojo [one attachment] u are my muse. i wanted to make sure it was okay with u before showing it on wednesday

your heart seemed to skip at the first four words, but quickly it caught up with its usual pace as you realized he had meant he had used you as inspiration for his project. the text was opened promptly, and you were met with a charcoal drawing of yourself. your arm tossed over your eyes, your bonnet slipping back to show the edge of your hairline, and a bit of the parting for your braids as you slept.

it was not the first time any of the boys had drawn you. you all used each other for inspiration from time to time.

to: gojo it’s great. thanks for not drawing me drooling good night, ‘toru

from: gojo nah the drool was in the rough draft thank u, seriously, u saved my gpa good nightttt

here you were again, like every night since high school. left to your thoughts. heart using your mind as a weapon against yourself. you had been in the crossfire of gojo and geto’s confusing feud for years now, but they lacked clarity on how you had struggled between their bickering.

all for what?

you three have been the best of friends since age ten. a bond that you thought would never vanish due to years of connection seemed to be diminishing before your very eyes. your own thoughts of them as much more were always pushed out due to fear of tarnishing something in a confession, but they damn sure were pushed down when the friendship between geto and gojo began to waiver.

it was nights like these that you would stare at their pictures in your camera roll, just like you are doing now.

questions swarmed your brain like a sweeping tornado. how could you hold feelings for both of your best friends? why did hearing their nicknames for you make your heart get stuck in your throat? how did everything go wrong within one semester? why did gojo not feel safe enough to talk to you about what happened?

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