#and lookin at their beautiful faces lol

[tokruta]

What a majestic fella

[hoshigray]

Hiya tojis darling ;)

I wonder if you can do this request but if not. Completely fine

wedding night with sexually frustrated toji. Reader is virgin.

Hello, krystal~ :D Been a while since you last requested, hope you're everything on your end is going okay! Lol, yes, I am indeed Toji's darling, currently watching TV with him as we speak~ Omg, I love this idea sm, hope I did justice with this one! Tysm for the request, nice to see you again~☆

Also, if you're reading this, know I'm currently away from this app for the week as I'm out on a trip with my close buds!! I'll still be writing when I get the time, so feel free to drop by my inbox as it'll still be open :3 Also also, I recently got to 1.8k followers!?!?? Sending hearts to y'all :D maybe we'll celebrate at 2k? I'll think about it while I'm gone...Anywho, plz enjoy this~

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - soft one minute, then immediate smut, my bad haha - kissing/makeout session in a car; PDA (ig??) - Daddy kink - sex in a hotel room - oral (f! receiving) - missionary position - overstimulation - praise - biting (Toji nibble on your ear)- pet names (baby, darlin', cutie, good girl, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking, sucking, and rubbing) - Toji being a good hubby for your first time, but still a menace - mentions of handjobs, blowjobs, and drool. Wc: 2.7k

"So? You feeling excited~?"

"Umm, I guess so? More like a bit scared..."

"Hehe, I get that. Shit, I'd be nervous, too, starting my honeymoon off with that hunk of a man...Oop! Speaking of, here he comes now..."

You watch your best friend, Utahime, poke to the side with their chin, and you turn to see the direction they pointed to. Tonight was the night of your wedding; the boisterous atmosphere by your guests was still alive and well but will soon wane by the second as the moment you've been anxious about has finally come. You're about to walk out of the venue to the SUV, waiting for you to head to the airport. But before you could do that, someone else had to accompany you. Your groom, the man you married today, walked towards you.

The day you'd see yourself get married to Toji Fushiguro was a day you couldn't foresee. Even after a long while being in a committed relationship with the older man, it's still hard to believe that he proposed to you on your birthday a year and a half ago. Five years of loving and being patient together all led to this moment, and it still baffles you that you are no longer a girlfriend — but a wife. And he, your husband.

Now that the party is coming to a close and pictures are almost finished taken, Toji approaches you outside his wedding attire. Finished changing out of his wedding tux, now substituted with a black turtleneck and dark jeans, a silver chain decorating around his neck. He surveys your changed appearance, your stunning white dress replaced with a comfortable yet elegant jumpsuit that compliments your beautiful skin and figure. He gives you a grin, and your heart swoons. "Lookin' gorgeous, baby."

Your cheeks grow warm, averting your eyes somewhere away from your handsome spouse. "Thank you...you too."

"Awww, look at you being all shy!" Utahime pokes fun at you, snickering to themself when she sees you glare at them. "You better be good to this one, Toji. They just might faint if you look their way~."

The man chuckles at the comment. "Maybe that's what I'm hopin' for, now that I got 'em all to myself." He then moves closer to pull you by the shoulder, your body rigid being towed to his chest, and you just know your friend has a stupid look of glee from the display of affection. "Ready?"

You incline to face him and give a meek nod. He kisses your cheek with a smirk, and Utahime squeals before heading to the front door in front of you. Busting it open to showcase the crowd awaiting your arrival, you two walk down in unison as the guests cheer for the newly wedded couple.

As you make it down the aisle, you look around and share smiles with the familiar faces that came and had fun at your wedding until the blazing sun was replaced with the happy moon. Friends and family clapping their hands to you and your husband, wishing and shouting praises and good luck for the two of you. You saw Mei Mei blowing kisses your way, Gojo lifting his shades to wink at you, and your college buddies chanting your name with your relatives.

On the other side, you could make out Shiu Kong in the far back, taking out the cigarette between his lips and waving goodbye to you and his friend. Geto stands at the front, smiling while his two daughters yell, "Congratulations!!" as you descend. And at the end stands Nanami with a small smile, and beside him are Toji's children. Tsumiki, your pretty flower girl, comes to give you a hug. Megumi, the once stoic ring bearer, followed his sister to do the same.

You return the embrace to the kids, telling them to promise to be good until you return and proceed to walk into the backseat of the car. Toji closes your door and walks to the other side to take his seat, and a roar of applause and cheers erupts when the vehicle drives out of the scene. A tremendous wave of tranquility washes over you now that you're away from the gathering; the wedding is officially over.

However, after you release a long sigh and rest your eyes with shut eyelids, you hear the sound of a seatbelt unbuckling and something — or someone — moving closer to you. And a pair of lips on your neck has you snap your eyes back open.

"T-Toji!" You yell at him in a hushed tone, taking note of the driver in front of your seat. "Not here, wait til we're at—"

"I know, sweetie, I know," he says but resumes arranging your neck and clavicle with kisses. "You just look so fuckin' beautiful; can't a guy have a small piece of his wife before then?" As if you could give him a proper answer before he brings his lips onto yours, your moans taken by him while he sucks and nibbles on your bottom lip.

You grab his turtleneck as you try to suppress the whimpers from airing out, not wanting the driver to hear what's happening in his car (although he's secretly listening to his own music with his earphones). But when Toji's hand snakes down to your butt and gives it a squeeze, you squeak. "Toji!" you whisper shout at him again, and all you're given is a snicker from the sly bastard you're stuck with.

"Shhhhh, lemme have you fr' just a second." Your tiny glare fuels his hunger more, taking your lips once more. And he toys with you throughout the ride to the airport. Such a liar!! You cursed, but this moment was bound to happen.

Despite spending many years together, how you've managed to still be a virgin is still a mystery even to you. You never thought so much about letting your virginity go, so you treated it as something sacred that you only wished to give to the right person. However, when the right person came through, you realized you still weren't ready to let it go. Bless your lucky stars, though, that your [former] boyfriend opted to wait for you, even when you said that it would probably happen when you two get married. You thanked the heavens for having such a patient man, as it showed how much he loved and treasured you.

...But having such a patient, attractive, and brawny man in your life for so long was not an easy task on your part. There have been moments when you'd fantasize about the fateful day Toji would deflower you, so much so there were nights your fantasies took the best of you, and your fingers slithered down the hem of your panties. Or the days when your eyes would linger on his strong, muscular body for too long before your face would feel as hot as the sun, and you'd want to melt on the spot when Toji catches you glancing, a giant smirk plastered on his face. Or times when he'd be too horny, and you'd offer to help him with his erections. Your blowjobs and handjobs would do more bad than good for both of you. Because Toji's desire for you increased day by day.

So ever since you walked down that aisle, you knew your eventual doom was coming to get you. Even when you two fly on your honeymoon, you sense his patience dwindle by the hours. And once you make it to the enchanting luxury suite, he finally snaps. Hoisting you up bridal style and storming right to the bed, clothes discarded to the floor, and lights dimmed to a softer glow.

"Ahhhnn!! Ahhaaa!! Tojiii!! It's too much!! Too mu—Mmnaaah!" He's now between your thighs, your legs propped up by his strong hands and cunt coated with your wetness out for him to see. Your cries are ignored by the obdurate older man, who flicks your clit with his tongue.

"I know, , but gotta have you right fr' me." He coos, chaste kisses set on your inner thighs. "Don't wan' break my baby on their first night." His words meant out for comfort, yet contrasted with the raunchy, lewd noises he was making on your slit. Licking and sucking on your moist folds, teeth grazing your sensitive vulva while his tongue satiates his thirst with your slick. His nose bumping into your clitoris in the midst of it all has you gripping the shits beneath you.

Tears prickle the ends of your shut eyes, your face hot like the air in the room, and your body sweaty and shivering from being in this position for about fifteen minutes. Toji said that the best thing for you was to have him tease and get your body ready. Nevertheless, had you known that you'd have the man eating you out nonstop like this, you would've prepped yourself better! It's so bad that your head pounds, his wet muscle attacking your chasm precisely to the point of your mind being stuck in a haze. No wonder you're constantly jolting, and your legs won't stop shaking — you've come three times already!!

"Hey, mama," you hear him call you, but you can't format a functional sentence now. You respond with gibberish you hope he can make sense of. "Say my name, and I'll let ya cum."

"T...Toji—Eeeyaahh!" He sucks on your clit with vigor; you could've sworn you almost choked on a gasp.

"Aht aht, the other one." Emerald eyes examine your direction.

You bite your lip at the patronizing tone of his voice. You know what he's referring to; it's just too embarrassing to say. For the sake of putting an end to this pleasurable hell and getting what you really want, however, your tongue burns at what you say next.

"Mmmm, please, Daddy...Please, let me cum. I want it!" You whine with hooded eyes looking down at him, and his devilish grin almost makes you melt. Without saying another word, his mouth returns to your leaky cunt. But this time, he brings a. hand down south, and his fingers rub rough circles on your delicate bud, the two sensations shocking your body into an experience you've never experienced before.

It's only a matter of seconds that you come right then and there, your body jerking and legs quivering in sync with your walls clamping onto nothing. And your cries don't stop there, more wails fill the room as Toji drinks your creamy substance for the fourth time that night. His tongue protruded into your spongey core and roughly licked on its tender nerves.

You appreciate the moment he lets you rest for a few seconds after removing his mouth from you, your shivering body slowly calming down to a stable state. You feel so sticky and dirty with the mess between your legs, coated with come and spit. So vulgar to even think about it that your ears ring.

Toji licks his lips of your wetness, "Did s' good fr' me, mama. Such a good girl fr' Daddy." He then stations your legs around his waist, and you peer down to watch him align his erect cock to your entrance. "Ready, cutie? Gonna need ya' to take some deep breaths fr' me, okay?" You nod and follow his instructions. The head of his cock pushes to you with every exhale, and your eyes automatically sew shut when his girth bullying your entrance brings in pain. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into tan skin as you fight the discomfort.

But it all slowly vanishes once the tip slides in, a sharp cry escaping you. More whimpers and choked sobs fly out when he gradually pushes his length into you, tears striking down as his girth stretches your insides.

"Mmmm, holy fuckin' shit," he curses under his breath. "You're so tight, baby." You can only hum as a reply before his hips start moving at a slow cadence. The feeling of his dick between your walls is hard to comprehend. It's finally happened; you're no longer a virgin. So full of him inside you, unable to put into words the feeling you're experiencing right now.

It takes every part of his being for Toji to keep his ruts to a slow pace. He knows this is a big moment for you — it's necessary that you don't get too overwhelmed by him, or else something could go completely wrong. And he wouldn't want that for you. Despite that, a part of him really wants to relish your body. Five years of waiting for you to be ready for him. Five years of fighting the urge to pin you down and have you to himself. Five years of desire all crumble down for this exact moment. Now, when he finally has you for himself and no one else, the patience that was once there converts into that of pure lust.

His hips increase speed, and your hands cling onto him for dear life. The walls of your chasm clamp into him even harder, and your legs wrap around him, Toji groaning at your grip on him. He snickers through gritted teeth, "Jesus Christ, mama, y'r tryin' to snap my dick off? I'm not goin' nowhere." He coos while wiping tears from your eyes.

You open your mouth to say something, but all that leaves your mouth is a scream when he slams his pelvis into your cunt. The action has you arch your back toward him, his length brushing up on the sweet spots that you never considered were there. More mewls bounce off the walls of the suite as his thrusts recur with a vigorous rhythm.

"Daddy, I'm, Oh Jesus—Aiishhhh!!" You hiss out for him, eyes rolling back when he grinds his pelvis on your messy vulva. Squelching noises burn your ears. "I'm gonna cum, Daddy, I wanna cum!"

"Hnngh!! Yeah, sweetie, think y'r gonna cum?" He draws down closer for his lips to be dangerously close to your ear. Your slit clutching hard on his dick. "Wanna cum on Daddy's dick like a good girl?"

"Yes, yessss! Please, I want it!!" You wail out, no regard to how loud your voice is right now. All you want is your orgasm.

Toji's chuckle is too close to your eardrums. You squirm under him, and he playfully bites the lobe of your ears. "Go 'head, darlin'. Make a real mess on me, ya hear?" He kisses you lovingly while his hips snap at you at an erratic tempo, prompting uncontrollable moans to enter the air against your will. With every rut is an abrasive hit to the tender spots within you, and your clit doesn't go unnoticed when he brings his hand back down to play with it, grinding on the pearl rough with his calloused forefinger. And it's thanks to this that your fifth release comes to you in mere seconds.

Your husband tries to rut out more deep thrusts into you and plunge into you a while longer. But it's to no avail when your cunt flutters on his cock deliciously, forcing him to succumb to an orgasm of his own. Moans are exchanged between your mouths, and your bodies experience the aftershocks together.

And when the two of you enter a halcyon state with the quiet room, Toji frees your lips off his and wipes your pretty face off of tears and drool. "So," he kisses your cheeks. "How ya feelin'? Like a new person?"

"...I don't think I can feel my vagina anymore." You say aimlessly, happy to know your drained self has the older man laughing.

"Sorry 'bout that, mama." He brings his lips to your forehead. "Be lucky I'm tired from that wedding and flight. Otherwise, I'd be fuckin' the shit out of you all night." He snickers at your helpless expression, shaking your head at such a fantasy. There's all the time in your honeymoon for that.

You use whatever strength you have left to bring your hands to his face to cup. "Thank you for sparing me, my lovely husband."

Toji hums with a smile, the scar on the right of his lip lifted. And he kisses you until fatigue takes over you both, sleep being the only thing that shuts you from the outside world. The warmth of your embrace and the connection of your bodies are proof of the start of your newlywedded life.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Wet Dreamz - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: based off the song wet dreamz by J. Cole idk if you need a summary just listen to the song :) takes place in matt’s pov the entire story!!

Warnings: Smut, masterbation,loss of virginity, Highschool matt (he’s 18)x 18yr old, POC!Reader

A/n: i was listening to this song and i immediately thought of matt, cause chris wouldn’t be nervous, matt would be! TELL ME HOW YALL LIKE THISSS!!

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“First time, she was in my math class, Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass”

Today was a normal day in mrs.Melvins math class, i walk in to my assigned seat in the back of the class, that’s when i noticed the seat next to mine that was usally empty had the most beautiful woman in it.

“hi! i’m Y/N! i just moved here from California!”

her words were like serotonin for me, she had the biggest smile on her face when i sat down next to her, she was fucking beautiful. a literal goddess sent from god himself. i had to know her.

“hey! i’m uh im matt! i uh live here.. but you probably knew that considering i go to school here…” fuck matthew you’re an idiot.. she knows you fucking live here how stupid could you be.

she giggles “you’re funny, matt”

i was caught by surprise by her complement, i was a total fool and she thought i was funny?

“oh i um.. thank you” i return her smile nervously

“mr.sturniolo and ms.Y/L/N, continue talking and i’ll separate you” Mrs. Melvin Spoke harshly, we both looked at each other and smiles.

“Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes”

“is she always this mean? lol” Y/N’s note she passed me read as she pretended to pay attention with a cute cheeky smile on her lips, her plump lips, fuck matt you’re staring. i quickly turned away and wrote the note back to her.

“never to me, i happen to be her favorite you know” with a little winky face written next to it i pass the note back and she opens it and grins at me and playfully rolls her eyes.

our note passing lasted the rest of class, we weren’t even paying attention to Mrs.Melvin’s class, i can’t even remember what the lesson was about, i couldn’t get her out of my head.

“It started off so innocent She had a vibe and i started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool”

she always kept lookin at me with those sweet innocent eyes, with a beautiful smile on her face, her dimples on her cheeks every time she smiles at me. i need her in every way possible. i’ve never been in love this deep before. i’m so whipped and obsessed and i haven’t even hung out with her besides school.

“But i couldn't wait to get to school cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what”

the day ended and as i was driving my brothers home, not even paying attention to nick and chris arguing over little shit i didn’t even care to know about, all i was thinking about was her. my thoughts were interrupted by chris screaming in my ear

“MATTHEW… HELLO?!” chris yelled

“hm? what” i respond

“who’s got you so wrapped up in thought” nick uses his index finger to poke my shoulder

“no one, fuck off im just tired” i roll my eyes and continue to drive home

“I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it”

As i got home the only thing i could fucking imagine is her beautiful plump lips on my cock, sucking me off and cumming on her beautiful face. i can feel the growing aching pain of a boner in my jeans as i’m laying in bed.

i slowly removed my pants and pull out my aching cock and start stroking up and down and immediately start groaning and rolling my eyes back in the back of my head.

“mmf, fuckkk Y/N” a small whimper leaves my lips as my cock starts twitching in my own hand imagining that it was her hand stroking my dick, cum shoots out of me spilling all over my hand and a loud groan comes out of my mouth.

“as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before”

i woke up with a huge wet stain in my underwear and on my sleep pants from my cum staining as i dreamt about her moaning and whimpering underneath me, me making her cum all over my dick, watching her legs shake from my dick sliding in and out of her repeatedly, her screaming my name over and over again, wishing i could just pound my cock

“FUCK” i groan loudly. i should be embarrassed im having wet dreams about this girl. i need to straighten up before i fuck this up.

“She wrote a note that said, “You ever had sex before?” Damn…”

i stopped in my tracks reading this, i looked over at her smiling up at mrs.marvins math class acting as if she’s “paying attention” with her innocent eyes and innocent smile. i wasn’t about to tell her i was a virgin. out of all the guys here in this school, me? i mean ive had a girlfriend but normally the girls go for chris, never me.

“I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one”

fuck, matt you’re so stupid, i fuckin hope she ain’t suspect i’m a virgin… i slid the note back to her with a soft smile on my face with panic on the inside of myself.

she smiles at my note and giving me a small wink before picking up her pink pen and writing something down and smiling and shooting me a wink before passing it back to me.

“She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'”

my fingers that are wrapped around my pencil were tapping my pencil on my desk nervously, there’s no way this is real… Y/N? me? no fuckin way… i’m prayin i don’t wake up from this dream if this is real.

i had to play this cool.

‘don’t fuck this up matthew’ was the only thing repeating in my head.

“i wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck”

the boner being restrained from my jeans is making me hard to focus, hard to breathe, i can’t even think of anything else other then how she looks beneath me making every sound escape her mouth because of me, because of my dick, but fuck she gonna find out i’m a virgin eventually.

“Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go? Right”

i’ve been sitting in my room for about 4 hours trying to put some condoms on right, watching every porn video that was on the feed, trying to figure out positions, how to thrust my hips the right way, how to eat pussy, how to do everything right so she don’t suspect i’m a virgin, man i really want this to go well.

“yo bro you’ve been in there for fucking ever are you ever coming out” chris yells on the other side of my locked door.

“i just wanted a nap with no interruptions leave me alone” i lie with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other hand.

ive been at this for hours. i can’t fuck this up. i don’t want her to have a fake orgasm with me, that would be embarrassing as hell, i need this to be better then good for her. i can’t duck this up.

“I'm in her crib, now a palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection”

“hi matty” she opens the door for me and smiles

“hi Y/N” i smile back at her walking in.

she takes my hand and drags me to her room decorated in her favorite artist and her favorite books sitting so perfectly on her bookshelf.

she pushes me down on her bed that was freshly made up and smelled like her, she straddles me sitting directly on my hard cock.

“you’re so beautiful” i smile looking up at her laying over me

she giggles “thank you”

she leans in and kisses me passionately, i use my hand and rub her thigh and squeeze a little before moving up to her hips and moving them hips looking for some sort of friction on my pressing hard cock.

“That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And i roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin”

i softly groan at her hands now rubbing up and down on my cock with a smile on her face

“fuckkk Y/N” i grin

she smiles so innocently looking up at me with lust and excitement in her eyes. man i could bust like this. so fucking quick.

“it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"

i was in utter shock, she was a virgin too? no fuckin way, i smile down at her and nod as i slowly push my cock in her tight hole

“god damn ma, you are so fuckin tight” i groan softly in her ear

“mpfh- matt please move” she says in a whimper almost

i slowly start thrusting in and out of her and a slight faster pace and holy fuck i’ve never been in this amount of pleasure before. i was in a state of euphoria

my pace quickens and i start groaning uncontrollably in her ear as she moans in mine

“matt im close” she whispers out with a loud pornographic moan as she releases all over my cock creating a ring around the base of my cock.

“fuck me too” my thrusts become sloppy as i pull out and finish in the condom.

we both crash besides each other and she looks at me and smiles with her deep brown eyes, i can’t lie to her anymore.

“can i be honest about something Y/N?” i say softly turning over on my side to look at her.

she turns over to her side so we’re facing each other “i mean you just took my virginity so you can say anything matt” she smiles

“good cause i ain’t never did this before…” i smile softly hopelessly panicking on the inside scared she might get mad.

she smiles at me softly and kisses my lips and i smile into her lips.

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A/N pt 2 SO HERES THIS!!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKE IT! tysm to @ribread03 FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS ONE! ENJOY!!!

[barbiiecams]

Hi. Your blog is so cute. Drew dating a soft princess (headcanon style, if you can): lots of soft moments ✨

thx

softie

drew starkey x reader. & awee thank you so mucchhh! and thank you for this cute request!

• being drew’s gf as softie would be the cutest and easiest life ever omg

• not to mention he’s a softie himself most times

• it’s pet names everyday fs

• honey, sweetheart, baby, sunshine, love

• a big one would be bunny

• that name probably started off as a joke but u seemed to like it and he thought it was adorable

• the amount of forehead kisses you would receive in a day oml

• i promise u like at any moment he’s def kissing your head, and sometimes even your cheek

• he loves real kisses more tho don’t play

• and he’s so ughhh after them

• “you’re lips are so soft baby” LIKEEEE

• there’s times where you’ll just crawl into his lap and make him hold you

• “bad day?”

• “no, just wanna be with you.”

• but when it is a bad day, you’ll totally forget about it once your with him again

• he could have such a long day himself too, but as long as you’re feeling good that won’t even matter to him

• after his long day of filming, he’d start cooking dinner for you

• no matter how hard you’ll try to help him or protest against it, he continues

• “i feel bad just let me helppp!”

• “no, go relax sweetheart.”

• he doesn’t let you lift a fingerrrr around that house okkkkay

• you’re practically royalty around him it’s insane

• he cherishes every moment with you together no matter what it is

• even if your just laying on him, watching a movie while he strokes your back and leaves kisses on your face (he does this quite often mhm mhm !)

• it could be as simple as you guys gardening on the first day of spring

• he’ll do anything with you if it makes you happy. as long as he can see you smile? trust he’s planning it

• his love language would be acts of service but eventually also become quality time (could you tell lol???)

• and yours is definitely physical touch too cus you just want to be up under him like alwaysssss

• he’ll never complain either, like touchin you is his main way of knowing you’re always with him

• if you’re in the car together with other people and he’s in the passenger seat, his hand is reaching back to touch your ankle cus you just love that so much and so does heee

• you’ll try and tease him for being clingy as if you’re not 10x clingier 😭

• and omg

• he is not EVERRRR letting you get hurt

• when you accidentally cut yourself by chopping up a a cucumber or something, he’s treating it like you just chopped it off

• “you gotta be more careful, babe.” he says while he kisses your bandaged finger (that he made sure to wrap securely and carefully!!!)

• he’s also the king of compliments when it comes to you

• while you’re applying more lipgloss and using your phone as a mirror, he’ll reach over and click the button that takes a picture of you.

• like boy.

• “andddd you did that for what?”

• “cus you’re beautiful.”

• he’ll text you out of nowhere with it too

• and he lovesss taking pictures with that camera of his

• you’re in the mountains with him, on a picnic date! (you brought up the idea of how beautiful it would be and he planned it ofc awe)

• you’d be in your natural little cute state, ina pink sundress lookin pretty

• he’s snapping like a million pictures of you

• at one point you’d try and hide yourself in his chest

• “stoppp” cus why is he making u so nervous on purpose 🙄

• “i have to. i’ve got the worlds cutest girlfriend!”

• you’re so vulnerable around him and he loves that because it shows you can really trust him!

• but he hates to see you upset

• if you’re crying in his arms, he’s rocking you back and forth and whispering sweet things to you

• “i know honey, it’s okay. everything will be okay i promise.” he’d say while rubbing your back. “let it out baby, im right here. don’t worry.”

• then he’s gonna get to the bottom of the issue when you’re done

• cus who tf makin his baby cry??

• but moral of the story is you can’t get enough of him at alll

• like look at him 😍😍

• he can’t get enough of you either

• it’s perfect fr

• he loves you sooo much !! <333

[errihaienx]

part two !

Rintarō Suna reminded himself that he needed to be more patient with the miyas because you'd been so very close to them. He's been keeping his biggest crush on you hidden for years, and he's not going to tell either of the twins about it.

you initially met and became friends with osamu, but his twin, atsumu, was a bit closer to you now because of his more cheery nature. suna was aware of this, which is why he continues to keep up with 'atsumus shits'.

like now, atsumu's been whining for ten minutes now and it seemed like it won't end anytime soon. suna glanced at you, your bright smile made his heart thump. he's well damned annoyed to atsumu's nonstop talks but seeing you laugh and make fun of the blond guy erased his inward curses towards the older twin.

"been tryna get her digits but she friggin' ignored me?!?" atsumu whined.

"hey don't be too upset 'tsumu, maybe you're not her type? we girls have types, you know.. "

suna listened intently to everything you said; he's interested, so very curious. he looked at you again, and this time you caught his gaze.

damn she's lookin' at me, can we just kiss already? were his first thoughts. still staring at each other, he slowly gave you a nod, and you smiled in return. he planned on making the eye contact last longer but atsumu-the-forever-interfering-bastard got in his way, he snatched your attention, well he better say something interesting!

"oh what's yer type then?" atsumu curiously asked, and suna can't believe it but he's actually praising atsumu for asking that. his intervening was a bit helpful after all.

although he's eager to know your 'type' he's nervous as hell, many variables have been crossing his mind. what if you're too specific on your type and it seems like you were describing someone? how could he handle that? or what if he's literally to far from your standards?

"uhm.." you sucked in a breath before your gaze went to suna, he was staring back so you looked away.

"you're literally the opposite of my type 'tsumu," you responded, stealing some glances to the fox-eyed boy.

"like suna?" osamu interrupted.

atsumu gasped, your eyes widened, suna coughed, and osamu deadpanned.

"what?" osamu added, his brow shot up.

no one dared to talk so atsumu laughed, "'samu yer such a mood killer" which made the younger twin show up a middle finger.

suna couldn't look at you and so are you, the twins are really troublesome. suna's thoughts were bombarded with many questions and what ifs.

after a little while had passed and you had decided to walk a different route from the other three, you waved and bid them farewell. suna's eyes were fixed to the ground, refusing to look at you as atsumu hugged you. osamu waved in response.

atsumu smirked and whispered, "hey yer such a sly fox, ya been crushin' on her don't ya?"

"shut up douchebag" = yeah bastard, it's been fuckin' years

"how can ya be noisy 'n nosy at the same time?"

"fuck off 'samu! ya know damn well that i'm ^@#^@#^@#&^#^&#@"

suna disregarded atsumu's following litanies because he was preoccupied with you—with your soothing voice, your beautiful face, and the sparkling eyes he was able to capture looking back at him.

to get closer to you, he'll have to increase his patience with the twins from now on.

this was just another random thought since I'm inlove with Sunrin lol. Anyway, I'll be reaching 100 followers very soon and I can't wait to share the content I've been working on for this milestone! Thank you very much. Always be careful, my loves!

[ametistacollinsworld]

♡ N x Pretty flirty! Reader hcs ♡

My 32 request! Hope you like!

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Oh boy, here we go-

Well, I see you've always flirted with N before you guys even started a romantic relationship, with this habit getting worse/better over time.

You would constantly call N various pet names, getting adorable reactions from him. Here a list:

>Dear/Honey (Common, but he smiles every time he hears it) >Sweetie/Boo (You could hear N cute laugh every time with these) >Sweetheart/Sugar pie (He would give you a big blushing smile, just happy giggling) >Good-lookin'/Sexy (N would blush so hard every time- He just panics lol-)

You would constantly do sexy poses to tease N, which he would stare at you blushing in silence for a few seconds, then saying something slowly like: ''Biscuits..you are so beautiful (Y/n)…'' or ''How did I get someone like you?''

''Draw me like one of your french girls, N~'' You said making a lying down pose looking at N, who was currently drawing as usual, stopping to look at you, feeling his cheeks starting to heat up.

''I love you (Y/n)..but please…I'm about to burn out my systems'' N spoke with a nervous tone, sighing trying to calm his hot face. You just laughed lovingly, loving the reaction.

You would constantly steal N's hat, which he would leave just for being you, seeing you doing little dances around him happy.

N would constantly get kisses from you, many of them being surprise kisses on the neck and lips.

You would constantly make N lie on your lap, stroking his hair and face carefully with love.

If you're a Murder drone, I totally see you running your tail carefully across N's chin in a teasing way.

If you're a Worker drone, I totally see you tugging on his coat very often, for him to kiss you or just to stare into his yellow eyes.

You would sit on his lap very often, also giving lots of hugs, kisses and changing pet names like that.

You and N would basically be sweet and chaotic, but when a relationship in this place wasn't chaotic right?

[kosije]

a/n: never have unprotected sex with strangers! only read about it <3 also this is a old work i just added a bit onto...

cw: mdni, mechanic!hawks x fem!reader, use of doll/ma'am/miss, unprotected sex, missionary, pretty vanilla, simp behavior by hawks, reader calls him keigo, corny dialogue, horrible capitalization (im so srry), probably wont edit this lol...

It's been hours. It's been hours and you're dripping sweat despite the multitude of cold drinks you've ingested from the vending machine in your local auto care. You just took your car in for an oil change and regretted not getting a bus ride back. The more the round clock above the register desk clicked, the more impatient you're getting and the smell of gasoline was hurting your head. After bobbing your leg up and down a little more, you decide to just go out and check on your car.

"Hey! Uh, my car was scheduled to be done 30 minutes ago. Is there any way I can check on it right now? Do you have an ETA of some sort?"

The receptionist, a dark-haired boy with a red choker, looks up empathetically before clicking his keyboard.

"Sorry miss, I dunno much about that, but let me call up your mechanic. What number are you?"

"3389"

"3....3....8- oh Hawks is working on that one! I'll call to see if you can get buzzed in, but no need to worry. He is our fastest and most skilled mechanic, so your car will be good as new as soon as he's done."

The boy's voice becomes the slightest bit animated and you feel your annoyance tone down. But you didn't care if it was "good as new," just as long as you could get home safe.

"Okay, thank you."

His fingers quickly punch into a corded phone before a voice comes on the other line.

"He said it should be done in 2, but you're more than welcome to go in."

You nod and thank the teen before stumbling past wired gates and stray cigarettes before finding your car. It looks damn good. Originally a somewhat hand-me-down from your mother to yourself, it was always beautiful on the outside. The silhouette was a classic thing. real sleek and "real groovy" according to your mother. But the upsides stopped at the exterior.

The ac was loud, and the radio was spotty. Even the leather seats were chipping, despite the multitude of repairs you've paid for out of pocket.

But now the car looks brand new. The shell of your car is clean and shiny. When you open the door, you're pleasantly surprised by the smell of musky cologne and your clean linen car freshener, and even more surprised when you can't see where the patches of missing leather are. you almost let yourself smile before realizing this might be a scam to force you to pay for the advancements.

You're too busy peeking into your interior to notice another person walking up.

"Is this ya car, or you lookin' for a ride to jack?"

You flinch slightly but recover yourself well enough to turn to face the deep voice and a rush of heat flushes over you. Sharp amber eyes run over your figure as you busy yourself with getting a good look at the man leaning against the bumper of your car. messy blonde hair, healthy tan, scruff, and muscular. All things you like, except (so far) his personality.

"And you are?"

"The mechanic, doll," He replies in a "duh" voice, slipping his arms out of his dirtied blue denim overalls and crossing them over the other. You don't miss how his biceps flex slightly at the gesture.

"You got anything else to ask, or are you jus’ gonna keep checking me out?"

"I wasn't checking you out."

"Whatever makes you feel better," He laughs, walking up only to lean on the steel table behind you.

"Look this is my car-" He cuts you off by reading your name off a stray paper that has dirt and oil on it, raising an eyebrow and you nod a confirmation.

He offhandedly purrs something about the name being pretty, and you have to consciously ignore the burn in your cheeks.

"Just tell me how much the repair is gonna cost," the question comes out with a sigh, and now it's your turn to cross your arms. It's done out of attitude, but when his eyes lower to focus on your chest, electricity trickles down your spine.

"You gonna answer or keep checking me out?"

coughing and readjusting himself on the table, he tells you $110.

"Are you kidding? The oil change was 60!"

"I did a whole lot besides an oil change, doll"

"without my consent! This has got to be illegal!" 

"Well, how about this?" he says, moving closer to you, and you can now see just how much he dwarfs you in size. "You pay $40 bucks, and let me take you out to dinner."

well... that wasn't something you were expecting.

"I don't know you."

"I know."

"You don't know me."

"Let's change that then." He says. The smirk he has is toothy and could almost be seen as sweet if he didn't just try to scam you out of $50. After another beat of silence, he talks again.

"Don't be brutal, doll. You know you're just as excited to see where this goes."

"I don't usually date scammers." You finally say, but it's meek and you instantly regret it because all he does is smile wider.

"There's a first for everything."

... 

You don't know why you agreed and gave him your number and address. But you did. You also don't know why you're wearing such an expensive dress and perfume. Or why you're putting on makeup. But you are. It was all too elaborate for a one-off date with a random man. Nevertheless, here you were, crouching down to put your bobby pins in your hair because your dress didn't allow for enough movement.

There are three quick knocks at your door before you hear Hawk's voice. 

"I'm starving, doll. Don't leave me like this." 

Bastard

You quickly give yourself a one-over and head to the door. When you open it you see Hawks, except he looks different. His hair is neatly brushed back, and he swapped his stronger cologne for a much more elegant one that matches even better with yours. simple suit and tie with square-cut earrings.

"you look good" he looks better than good, but you don't wanna say anything that'll inflate his ego more.

"you look perfect," and he punctuates it by saying your name instead of 'doll' and you like the way it sounds more than you thought.

Hovering over you now with one arm on the doorframe. He stretches out a hand with a small grin.

"May I? " You place your hand in his.

"You May."

...

5 things you've learned about Hawks Keigo so far

1. his real name is Keigo, hawks being a nickname he got in his youth because of his speed and eyes

2. his hand is much larger than yours

3. he has great taste in restaurants

4. his favorite food is yakitori (a new favorite of yours too)

5. he's ready to go back to your place

"How was your food?"

"It was actually... great"

"C'mon, don't act all reluctant! This restaurant has never done me wrong!" He says as you shift the air conditioner to fan your face and turn the radio up a bit.

"Right, yakitori connoisseur. I can see why you'd take your dates here."

"You're the first." He says emphasizing the last part with a sly look over to your spot in the passenger seat of his Mercedes. It's an admission that has a smile threatening to find a home on your lips, but you turn your head to face outside the window and he chuckles knowingly.

"Or are you saying this should now be the spot? Cuz I could make that work."

"You sure know how to ruin a mood." You're laughing at his feigned hurt expression as he steers with one hand while the other goes over his heart.

"How rude!" He says before the hand over his heart falls to your thigh and suddenly you're hyperaware of how warm he is. "I'll make sure this spot is special to just you."

If the hand on your thigh wasn't enough, the sincerity of his tone has you reeling and reaching over his middle console to kiss him. Soft, short, and sweet on his cheek. You can hear his breath hilt and the smell of his cologne is stronger. When you pull back, you can see the mark of your lipstick on his cheek. And his hand squeezes your thigh tighter.

"You're driving me crazy, doll."

"...was that a pun because you're driving?"

"What?"

"I said-" 

he dramatically turns up the radio and you roll your eyes when he excessively mouths 'I can't hear you!' 

"YOU'RE LUCKY THIS SONG IS GOOD!" you yell into his ear and he laughs, drawing circles onto your thigh with his thumb. The ride back to your apartment is shorter than you'd like, but at least he walks you up to your door, right?

"I don't usually invite scammers into my house."

"yeah?" he asks, hands already on your waist and head tilted.

"but there's a first for everything, isn't there?"

"id like that," he says, smiling down at you as you walk backward into your living room.

His lips are feverish on yours, tongue exploring as deep as it can into your mouth until his and your lips are purple and swollen before drawing purple bruises all over your neck and chest, just over your tits. Your body is hot and you hurriedly pull your arms out of your dress and shimmy it off-eliciting a pleasured hum when he finds that you're not wearing a bra- as he quickly tosses his button-up and jacket before his lips are back onto yours. Your hands wrap around Keigo's neck and his hands cup under your ass and lift you up.

"First door on your right." 

Following your instructions, he walks with you to his arms to your room and tosses you on the familiar sheets of your bed.

"Do you want this?" he asks, hands working on his belt

"Please."

His jaw clenches, and in a second he's bare in front of you.

And big. Much bigger than you think you can take. Thick veins wrap around his cock and you can tell he shaved just for tonight. He runs a finger up and down your clothing slit. Your lips part and a soft sigh rolls off your tongue.

"Don't be a tease."

"Yes ma'am," his finger hooks on the edge of your lace panties and slides them off before running his cock up and down to gather your slick with a quiet groan. Without warning, he slides into you, and you're both vocal. after letting you adjust to his length, he slowly starts moving inside of you, then faster and you're whining around him.

"so pretty," comes out a gasp when his hands pull your legs over his shoulders.

"yer so pretty. And yer the tightest lil' thing I've ever had. Why don't we make an h-habit of this, hmm?" 

"The sex or–fuck–dinner?" You ask, trying to slow the coil in your gut with deep breaths.

"Both."

"That sounds like dating." 

"It's not–shiit"

"How so?" You ask, moaning into the back of your hand when he switches his angle and hits that spot that has you seeing stars.

"You don't date scammers," he says and you would laugh if you didn't have drool sliding down the side of your mouth. His eyes flicker to it and when he licks it up, only to kiss it back into your mouth, and your nails find his back and rake over the skin in an attempt to ground yourself.

"So...what...' bout...it," he asks between kisses and you roll your eyes. When you don't answer, he grunts and stalls all movements.

"What-"

"Answer me and I'll move." 

His eyes widen as he watches you move up and down on your own.

"Stubborn," he whispers out, still wide-eyed when his lips split into a grin. "you won't be able to fuck yerself the way I do it. So just be good 'nd-"

"Yes." you bite out. Your pride feels robbed, but you can tell he's right when you feel your stomach ache.

"Yes, what?"

He's moved again, but it's too slow for your liking and leaves you irritated. You're exactly where he wants you, and so—reluctantly — you mutter:

"Let's make this a habit!" 

An uncharacteristically soft hand cups your cheek and your stomach twist.

"I knew you could be good for me," he says, lips pressing into the side of your mouth and you're writhing. 

Speeding up again, you feel that familiar flame of pleasure ignite within you and tangle your hands into his blonde strands. The room is filled with slaps and moans and if you weren't so fucked out, you might've been able to hear your headboard knocking against the wall and how the mess of your nightstand slightly bounces from the source. Praises are whispered in between messy thrusts and you try your best to focus on the sweat running down your back to let the feeling of him inside you last longer, but your toes are curled and can taste blood from how hard you’re biting down on your lip. 

“Don't shy away now, I love that pretty voice of yours,” and his face looks so much in ecstasy that when his tip hits that spot in you again a pornographic moan leaves your lips, and the flood of pleasure hits you is as foreign as it is blissful. You almost gave no control of yourself. barely hushing yourself, barely able to unravel your legs from around his hips, all too consumed in your high. But Keigo is no better. When your legs ease the hold around his hips, he hurriedly pulls out, but not fast enough, and globs of white spray onto your pussy and all over your chest, even up to your neck. He can only pump himself a few more times before he's falling on top of you with a huff, knocking the air out of you. 

"U-P!" you gasp out, hitting his chest until he rolls over with a sheepish look.

"'M sorry," is all that he says before narrowing his eyes when you giggle.

"Didn't know nutting took that much energy out."

"me neither," he says, joining in on your giggles with a squawk-like laugh that makes you laugh even harder. "I've never come that hard."

"I'm flattered." You purr, smiling up at the ceiling. "I don't think ill be able to walk for a couple of days myself."

And you were joking, but when he laughs and hoists himself up with a hand on your thigh, the soreness humbles you and you realize there's more truth to that statement than you care to admit. You point to the bathroom and he nods, disappearing and reappearing with a damp rag and cleans you up. 

"How do you like your baths?"

"Warm." you twitch when he wipes over a sensitive part, earning a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

When he's done, he moves back into your bathroom and you can hear him turn on the faucet, and you stretch to your legs until the water is turned off and he's scooping you into his arms. When you've finished, he offers to carry you back to bed, but you insist on getting back on your own, even if your legs felt a bit wobbly. You slip into something comfortable while he puts on what he had on before, only now it's wrinkled. You expect him to leave immediately after he's dressed.

"what are you going to watch me sleep?"

"just waiting for you to invite me to stay the night"

"not gonna happen," you say and laugh at the way he pouts. "next time, maybe." And now you're laughing harder at how quickly his expression changed to a smile.

He leans down to kiss you long and slow, pulling away to leave a peck on your cheek. 

"Same time next week?" he asks, giving you another peck, this time along your cheek. You mumble an affirmation, eyes blissfully shut as his lips move to our neck.

"and the one after that. " And he's grinning against you again when he says this.

"Overzealous, don't ya think?" not missing the glint in his eyes when they meet yours again. Same gold that seems to shimmer close up.

"Just makin' a habit of it." Is all he says, same beautiful eyes looking down at you, same lopsided grin, now pretty purple marks on his neck. 

And all you can do is say,

"okay, same time next week."

[bluewinnerangel]

Absolutely stuck on the overwhelming amount of louis today so I'm just gonna turn that energy into recapping everything that made my heart melt today (warning I love all things):

his close to 1.5 hrs late grandpa entrance pls, and that security said it was because he was having lunch

the place was playing his Tour Bus Playlist yey

the many pictures and videos of him looking up at fans, full of love and smiles and warmth and mhm fuck this

when a fan asked him to write "bisexual rights" rainbows and crying emojis go here

him getting real confused when asked to write "nothing's changed" because he was thinking of the line "some things change" instead like mans wrote an album full of lines "contradicting himself" (his words) including a massive pile of "change" everywhere dont play

his face when the fan with the trans flag was talking to him

when a fan said "you're really beautiful" and he responded with "hahaha nice one"

when a fan asked if he knew her twitter because she does piano covers of his songs and he was like YEAH THE PIANO YEAH YEAH YEAH I SEE YOU ALL THE TIME *sparkly eyes*

when a fan asked him to write "hey babe" and he laughed like "hahaha yeah" like just the tone you gotta hear it he knows everything were fine

saying he likes "i choked when your smoke got in me eye" just hearing him say and put emphasis on that line.

so. much. football. talk. here's one

on that note him making this lil shit face when he told a fan their team was gonna lose

when a fan was wearing the green nike jumper he wore recently and he said "ive got that jumper - i know you know that already"

the little wave to the people in the screen

him saying hes not gonna draw a heart "only because im fucking shit at drawing hearts" and then drawing a heart and ye she quirky but i hope he knows that makes it even better

or when a fan asked to draw a little star and his response was to ask them whether they wanted it "5 sides or 6" and "I've not drawn a star in years" again excusing his drawing and then draws a star just fine

writing "we'll be alright"

his lil hiya's and nice one's and cheers'

^Seriously the way he greeted everyone was so early 1d days signings esque im not coping with the passage of time rn

the gum chewing

that a fan told him OTB wasn't a lonely song anymore

"YOU LOOK ROUGH LADS GHAGHAGHAGHA GHA GHAHGHGHA"

When a fan told him "if france wins the game you have to sing angels fly next week" he immediately went "but what about if england win" and told the fan if england win they have to show up in an england shirt at their next gig in france and then his crew apparently very much in on his betting behavior dead serious going REMEMBER HER FACE! REMEMBER HER FACE! ILL REMEMBER HER FACE and then they also thanked the fan lol

the harry meme shirt lookin eyein gazin smirkin seein perceivin happenin

his jumper. that's it.

yk his hair also.

eyes.

The whole chat about AFH in Mexico within the next 5 years and that video especially these frames thank you

personal favorite: when he was asked to write Faith In The Future's initials and he kept looking at the title on his own album cover to make sure he got the right letters

[sugawarassoulmate]

Ok, hear me out, for Bully! Osamu (post confession).

Suna airdropping Osamu women’s nudes. Osamu ignores the photos but forgets to delete them because he literally doesn’t care.

And reader accidentally finds out about the nudes and thinks Osamu might be cheating or thinks he’s been watching porn and she becomes super insecure about her own body (you know, because pornstars have ridiculously unreasonable beauty standards).

How do you think this would play out?

hi i got carried away and now this is 1k words LOL enjoy

i can’t really see post-love confession bully!osamu doing this unless it really was just a slip of his mind and also suna hadn’t found out yet that you two were dating. (cause suna rintaro is such a samu/yn supremacist lemme TELL you sksks)

words: 1k cw: fem!reader, crybaby!reader, insecurity, sexting, infidelity mention (it doesn't happen don't worry), overthinking, no sex but minors still dni)

sunarin would like to share a photo, read the notification on osamu’s screen. without thinking, he hits accept and goes back to cooking. osamu isn’t aware of the multiple photos downloaded into his photos app—he has no clue that suna has, yet again, sent him a bunch of nudes from his latest hookup.

osamu didn’t see the messages suna left where he described how “hot” she was and how she had the “perfect body”.

no, osamu had no idea. but you saw everything.

hours later, after you and osamu already had dinner, your boyfriend jumped into the shower while you were laying in bed. you reached for your phone to look something up but groaned upon realizing that it was dead. instead, you grabbed osamu’s, putting in his passcode with ease.

you only wanted to google something really quick before charging your phone. but the barrage of texts from suna pique your interests.

from: sunarin: bro look at what i sent when u get the chance 

from: sunarin: she’s got a friend too if ur interested 👀

those two messages alone cause a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach but as you keep going. all suna can talk about is how perfect this girl is and how her friend was “definitely” osamu’s type.

hesitantly, you look through osamu’s photos. maybe you’re overthinking and interpreted suna’s words incorrectly. but you can feel your chest tightening when you come across naked photos of a girl you don’t recognize. 

you thought the worst immediately, mind racing at the belief that osamu was cheating on you, but you snapped out of that quickly. osamu would never. then, you remember suna’s messages. is this the kind of girl osamu wants?

suna was right, her body was perfect—flat stomach, pouty lips, sharp jawline. she had pretty, perky breasts and she looked incredibly sexy in the lingerie she was wearing. she was nothing like you, a standard you couldn’t even dream of attaining. 

like clockwork, as the insecurity bubbles inside of you, nerves overwhelming every part of your being, the tears start flowing just like they always do. you’re crying so much, that you don’t notice a hand grab your shoulder.

“babe? baby, what happened? what’s wrong?” osamu asks, towel wrapped around his waist and hair still wet from the shower. you should probably be angry at him and push him away but you lean into his touch, unable to stop the sobs leaving your mouth.

you hold up his phone, the screen revealing all of the photos in his album and you’ve never seen osamu’s eyes widen that big before. “w-what is this?” 

the look on osamu’s face is an odd combination of horror and confusion, glancing over at the screen for a brief moment before turning his attention back to you. his rough thumbs wipe away the tears in his attempts to comfort you with kind words and soft coos. this is a far cry from the boy who used to find pleasure in being the reason behind your never-ending sobs.

osamu looks at you seriously, “baby, suna sent me those. i accepted the message without lookin’ at them, i promise. he’s always sendin’ shit like that and i delete them. there is nothin’ between me and that girl, i swear.”

of course, you believed him, even if he didn’t have the conviction in his voice. osamu would never betray your trust in such a way. but your anxiety festers in the back of your throat with your next question. “do you…want me to look like that?” you asked, fear pulsating throughout your body, scared of what his next words are going to be. did he settle for you? is he waiting for his “perfect type” to come along? you could never reach that goal, you can’t be what he wants.

again, osamu’s bewildered stare meets yours. “no, i just want you. the way ya are is perfect, it’s all i’ve ever wanted. you’re all i’ve ever wanted.” he stares into your eyes looking for some kind of response, your silence prompts him to continue.

“okay, yes. suna’s sent me that kind of stuff before we started datin’. it’s never meant anythin’, it was just stupid guy talk about the girls he was hookin’ up with. i don’t want a girl like that—i don’t want anyone if it’s not you…”

his words feel nice and in your head, you know them to be true. but it doesn’t sit right with you, still. knowing these girls have been on his phone. event the thought of them being there before you started dating makes you feel icky, as possessive and irrational as it sounds. you sniffle, bringing the phone down and wrapping your arms around osamu’s neck to pull him close.

“first, delete all of those photos,” you say, voice still weak from all of your blubbering but osamu takes you seriously, nodding at your demands. “And then I want you to tell suna that we’re together and he can’t send you stuff like anymore. no exceptions.”

“anythin’ ya want, baby, i promise.” he reaches over and immediately starts removing the pictures without a second thought. never sparing them a passing glance until they’re all gone. when he’s done, he chucks his phone away and cradles your face in his hands. “can i kiss ya, baby, please. i’m so sorry,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. “never want ya to feel like that…ever.”

you smile for the first time, his words overwhelming you in the best way. softly, you nod, and osamu attacks your face with kisses, an apology falling from his lips between each one. 

a few days later, suna approaches you to apologize for his messages. you can’t help but notice the fading bruise at the corner of his mouth.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[fettuccin-e]

Have Mercy Upon Me

i wanted to write Eddie with a religion kink lol and a corruption kink,, but as a former catholic child i didn't want to make the reader innocent or devout,, so this was born and it is fucking filthy i am slightly ashamed (Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, fem!reader, religion kink, corruption kink, unprotected piv, blasphemy like a lot of blasphemy)

Eddie knows, truly, that you aren’t very religious. You wouldn’t smoke with him, listen to his music, wouldn’t be with him if you were. He knows you aren’t some blushing altar girl, innocent to a fault. No, you’re strong and steadfast, beautiful and a little dangerous. Walking sin.

But you still live with your parents, who are religious. Parents who plan on paying for your college, and don’t care that you’re dating Eddie, who knows he isn’t any parent’s first pick when choosing someone to date their daughter. They’re good to you, and him, so you’ve resigned yourself to going to church with them every Sunday morning, without fail, just like you have been since you were a child.

And even though Eddie knows that you aren’t religious, not since middle school, when you pull up to his trailer after church in a pretty white dress, little kitten heels crunching against the gravel, the air gets knocked out of his lungs. You look so pretty and pure, a perfect little church girl with your hair all done up and white skirt fluttering around your knees. You kiss him sweetly when you collide with him at the door, arms wrapped around his waist. You lean back to smile at him, eyes glittering at the prospect of spending the day with him, and he can’t help but smile back. 

And then Eddie sees it; a little gold cross hanging on a chain around your neck, resting perfectly between your tits, and all of the blood in Eddie’s brain rushes straight to his dick.

You groan in surprise when Eddie leans down, kissing you harshly while he grips under your ass, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Eddie's strength always manages to surprise you, his lithe frame hiding powerful muscles, as he keeps you plastered to him, grabbing at your plush ass through the white cotton of your dress while he carries you to his room. He tastes like morning coffee and cigarettes as he slips his tongue into your mouth, towering over you in his bed.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” you giggle between kisses. “What brought this on?”

Eddie pulls back to look at you, at that fucking necklace, his pupils blown and lips parted. “It’s just,” he pecks you quickly, “God, baby, you look so hot in this little outfit.”

You can’t help your little laugh of disbelief. “My church clothes really do it for you, Eddie?”

But Eddie doesn’t laugh. His hand comes up to play with the little gold cross around your neck. “You have no fucking idea sweetheart.”

“Roll over,” you say, and Eddie doesn’t hesitate, rolling onto his back and allowing you to straddle him, pretty skirt draped across his lap.

“Holy- holy fuck, baby.” He groans when you grind onto the bulge in his jeans through your panties that are getting wetter by the second. His hands grip hard onto your hips while your eyes bore into his.

“You like me like this, Eddie?” you whisper. “Lookin’ all innocent for you? Perfect for you to defile?”

Eddie’s eyes roll into the back of his head at your words, muttering a little, “yes, yes, baby.” He whines when you stand to pull off your clothes, finally baring your pussy, wet and fucking dripping, to him. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when your hands reach up to take your necklace off as he stutters, “keep it on, baby. Please?”

You smile at him, but your hands fall away, leaving the gold to rest on your bare skin. You hop up onto his bed again, but you don’t straddle his hips. Instead, Eddie grabs the fat of your thighs as you go to straddle his face, your pretty cunt sitting just over his mouth. “You’re gonna eat my pussy, okay Eddie? Think you can get me ready to take your cock?”

Eddie nods frantically, desperate to feel you against his tongue. “Please, pretty girl?” he whines, and you answer him by dropping your hips onto his plush mouth. He licks into you almost immediately, tasting how slick you’ve gotten for him, sucking on your pretty clit just to hear you groan for him.

“Oh, god,” you moan as Eddie laps at you, starved for your pretty cunt. Your words make him moan back at you, vibrations ricocheting up your spine. Your necklace is shifting against your chest, a constant reminder of where you were just an hour earlier, and you grin as a wicked idea pops into your head. It’s wrong, so fucking wrong, but the thought of it makes you throb uncontrollably.

“Oh, God,” you moan again, “forgive me.”

Eddie nearly stops in his ministrations at your words, cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. His pretty girl, praying to God while he eats your pussy, fuck, it’s almost too much. Eddie's eyes flutter closed, sucking even harder on your clit as you continue.

“Have mercy on me, oh-oh God,” you sigh as Eddie sucks and tongues at you, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. “Hide your face from my sins and-and blot out my iniquity, ah-”

Eddie’s hips are bucking up into the air as you pray, all while grinding yourself down onto his lips. Acting like the pinnacle of innocence while you use him for your own pleasure. He can hear your little moans getting higher, pussy throbbing in his mouth, and he licks into you harder, rougher as he tries to get you to flood his mouth with your cum. He whines a little bit when you pull yourself off of him, leaving him wanting and his face shiny with your slick.

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” you mutter, both to him and yourself as you move down to straddle his thighs, eyes and hands focused as you pull his belt out of its loops and open his jeans just enough to take his throbbing cock and balls out. “Gotta have you now, Eds,” you murmur, looking up at him as you move to finally straddle his hips, notching his cockhead against your little hole. He nods at you; you could tell him to do anything and he wouldn’t question you, not when you’re naked and dripping above him, cheeks flushed while that little cross dangles between your tits.

“Fuck, fuck, baby,” he mutters weakly when you sink onto him, pretty pussy clutching desperately at his cock. His hands find their way back to your hips, holding you steady when your hips meet his.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Eddie filling you up so well, stretching you out around him. “Open my lips, Lord, and-and my mouth will, ah, declare your praise.” You lift yourself up, dragging him out of you, feeling every inch, before dropping yourself back down roughly, feeling his fat cock drag across the most sensitive parts inside you. “Deliver me, oh, oh God, and my tongue will sing of your righteousness.”

You try to find a rhythm of fucking yourself onto Eddie’s cock through your words, choking on your spit when Eddie starts to move his desperate hips, meeting you thrust for thrust. “Shit, sweet girl, you feel, you feel so good around me, baby,” he moans beneath you, and he swears he can feel your fluttering heartbeat around his dick. “My good, good girl.”

A little tear slips down your cheek as you grind down on Eddie’s thick cock, still whimpering, “Against you, you only, oh God, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight.” Eddie shifts his hips as you speak, plunging into your pussy so good that you nearly scream. “So you are right in your verdict and justified when you judge, ah, ah, oh fu-uck.” 

Eddie can hear your breathing getting shallower, stuttering over your little prayers, pussy getting tighter and tighter, fucking throbbing. He knows his gorgeous girl, knows when you’re getting close, so he doesn’t hesitate in grabbing at you and slamming you down faster on his lap, eyes fixed on the way your necklace lifts and slaps back against your chest with every thrust. “Come on pretty girl,” he grunts, “you can cum. Gotta, fuck, gotta feel you squeeze around my cock.”

Little whines are escaping unbidden from your throat, and you can feel the knot in your stomach, aching to snap. You open your eyes to gaze into Eddie’s, his pretty brown eyes blown wide with arousal. “For I know my transgressions, and my sin,” you raise a hand to brush a reverent finger down Eddie’s strong jaw, his mouth gaping open. “My sin is always before me.”

With one final slam of your hips, the cord inside you snaps as you clench and gush down Eddie’s fat cock. “Oh God,” you whine, “Have mercy upon me.”

Eddie can’t hold himself back, your clenching pussy, your words, that damned necklace glittering in the light filtering through the windows, it’s too much to bear. “Fuck, fuck, gorgeous, so-so good to me, oh Jesus,” he gasps, hips bucking up hard as he spills into you, stuffing you with his cum.

You’re both breathing hard as you slump onto Eddie’s chest, his cock still buried deep inside you. 

“Don’t think I can ever take you to church with me,” you sigh into the silence of the room. Eddie chuckles, a little hysterical and completely fucking satisfied.

“Fuck no, baby,” he says, and you tilt your head up to smile at him. “I’d be hard the entire time, sweet girl. Can’t be fucking you over the altar.”

“Bummer,” you sigh in faux-disappointment, and he laughs even harder.

[w1nters0ldier20]

Ride cowgirl

Cowboy!bucky barnes x female reader

A/N: SECOND FANFIC!(and first smut fanfic🤫)lol the poll was 33.3% for basically all of them- so i guess ill write em all🙈 HAVE A NICE READ

WC: 920. (Idk if this counts but 4,906 characters)

Warning: smut,petnames,age gap(but not mentioned), and sorry if i forgot anything😭

Scared was an understatement. It was your first time going to a club alone, your friends dipped for a double date they were having knowing you were single. You just needed to have some fun this weekend so your about to do so.

You put on your short black dress, black heels and did your makeup. Not too much but not to little, you thought you looked decent and smiled into the mirror as you made your way out to your car.

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You made your way inside the club, loud music immediately filled your ears as you tried to get used to it. You sat at the bar and sighed, ordering a beer as you noticed a breathtaking man walking over to you?

“Whats a pretty gal like you doing here all alone?” He smiled softly as he took his toothpick out of his mouth and you replied”nothing much just out lookin for fun” you returned the smile as you grabbed your beer and thanked the bartender. “Fun ay? I think i can help with that,”he offered you his hand”care to dance darling?” He said waiting for a reply

“I would love too” you grabbed his hand as he took you out to the dance floor. “So whats your name sweetheart” he asked you speaking louder than usual because of the loud surroundings. “Y/N, and you?” You asked in a slightly quieter tone. “The names bucky, but you can call me whatever you desire” he winked at you dancing along to the song

“Well Bucky i think i would like to take you up on that offer” you smirked playfully at him, “oh yea?” He said slowly leading you off of the dance floor”tell me where and when, and i’ll make sure of it” he bit his bottom lip and looked at you, maintaining eye contact

“How about.. in your car, now?” You say leading him out of the club slowly, not wanting to wait anymore. “Easy girl, so impatient” he tsked at you as you whined. “here we are” he said unlocking the doors.

“Yeee haw is your license plate cowboy?” You said laughing as you took his hat and put it on you as he laughed with you. “You look good in my hat baby” he said opening the backseat door, “ladies first” he said with a pleased look plastered on his face. “Such a gentle man” you fanned your face jokingly as you got into the back seat, immediately putting your lips on his.

As the kiss got more heated, he slowly unhooked your bra from underneath your dress. “May i?” He nodded as you lifted your arms, leaving him access to unzip your dress.”Need you” you said with a quiet whimper. “Haven’t even taken my shirt off yet naughty girl” he said, finally taking off his shirt and you ogled at the sight. “Have i ever told you, you’re to handsome?” He giggled as he kissed your neck

“No, but appreciate it darling” he said giving you darker hickeys, marking you to make sure no one gets whats his. “B-bucky fuck” you stuttered and moaned his name softly. “Jesus sweetheart you’re making me go crazy” he said pulling your panties off, “so wet, all for me right?” he said playfully. “Yes oh fuck.. please just touch me, need you so bad bucky” you said begging.

As he finally put a finger inside you and circled your clit with his other free hand. “So good!” You moaned out as he stuck a second finger in, pumping them in and out at a rough pace. “Bucky!shit!” You moaned his name loudly as he grunted, “you’re so hot when you moan my name darling” he said, “gonna cum for me soon hm?can feel you clenching on my fingers” he said darkly chuckling. “Yes!god- im gonna c-cum!” As he pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, then he added a third, that sending you over the top as you came and loudly moaned.

“Fuck your so beautiful honey” he said kissing your forehead. “Need to feel my dick inside your wet pussy” he said undoing his belt and taking off his boxers. “Not gonna fit” you said looking at it eyes widening slightly. “M’gonna make it fit ok baby?” He said lining it up with your entranced, both moaning as his tip slowly making its way inside you.

“Please” you said whimpering, “please what?” Bucky said teasing you, “please sir!need you insidee” and oh did he obey. He stuck his dick fully inside you, filling you up as he grunted loudly.

He thrusted slowly inside of you as you continued moaning. “Faster!” You moaned out as he went faster, and more rough. “Fuck baby you’re doing so well f’me” he moaned quietly thrusting inside of you hitting your g-spot

“Oh!right there daddy” you moaned loudly on the brink of your orgasm. “Say that again, fuck baby” he grunted. “Daddy!im gonna cum!” You practically screamed as he hit the spot again. “Yea?gonna cum?do it right on daddy’s cock” he said sending you over the edge as you moaned loudly, he continued to thrust through your orgasm. After your orgasm he kept going to find his pleasure. “Darling, im gonna cum fuck-“ he said cumming inside you, groaning loudly.

He kissed your forehead as you both slowly came down from high. “Did so well for me, so proud of you sweetheart” he smiled at you as you smiled back and giggled as you said,

“Can i keep your hat?”

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A/N: GOD IM SCARED TO POST THIS, I FEEL LIKE ITS SO BAD- AND I FOUND HOW TO DO A WORDCOUNT!!😍 hoped you enjoyed reading if you didn’t cringe halfway through- LMAO..😭i made this whole thing while listening to kali uchis the whole time💞love her sm!

[ranaissingle]

Non famous reader x Austin where she’s just feeling really out of place and she worries Austin senses it and wants to break up so she’s been distancing herself but he really loves her

I'm Yours

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Authors Note: I like the way you think anon! I tried to stick to the prompt as much as possible but let me know if you want me to change anything because I did take some (a lot of) creative liberties lol. It ended up being a little long so grab a snack. Enjoy!!

Word Count: 927 ish

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She couldn't take it anymore. Y/N was drained. She was tired of the gossip, the cameras, the comments on the internet, and most of all she was tired of being alone all of the time. But she could hold on. Couldn't she? It was Austin after all. He was worth it right? He was kind, and smart, and held her whenever she asked for it. Maybe all she needed was a couple of days with just her and Austin to recuperate.

They were both at a New Years party hosted by another celebrity couple. Y/N had been feeling off all night and she was worried that Austin had noticed. He was in his element. He was among people like him who were interested in his latest projects and could relate with him on the troubles and downsides of acting. They ran circles around him asking him question after question, and eventually, y/n got tired of being ignored. Most people did not bother to even greet her properly because she had nothing to offer them. She was average. There was absolutely nothing interesting about her besides the fact that she was Austin's girlfriend. So, she slinked over to the balcony off to the side of the venue with a glass of champagne and a heavy heart. The cold night air seemed to only further her spiral of thoughts. Y/n had a feeling she didn't have much longer in this relationship before Austin grew tired of her normalcy and left her. The novelty of the relationship had faded and y/n knew her time was approaching much faster than she was ready for.

Austin had felt the warmth leave him when y/n left for the balcony. He had wanted to follow her immediately but those around him kept him wrapped up in conversations he had lost all interest in. Eventually, Austin was able to sneak away from overbearing managers and publicists and made his way over the balcony. He felt that she had been off the whole night and it had begun to worry him. Austin would never tire of admiring y/n. Her hair was styled differently than normal and her dress hugged each and every curve on her captivating frame. Austin's fingers twitched with the need to have his hands on her. His eyes gaze moved up to search for her beautiful eyes but instead of a smile on her face, Austin found something that worried him.

"Rough night?"

Austin's voice was smooth as he wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist and rested his head in between the crook of her neck. He felt her swallow thickly as she took a deep shaky breath in. Something was definitely wrong.

"Hey, baby is something wrong? You've been lookin' a lil' off all night"

Y/N's tight smile did nothing to quell the growing feeling of worry in Austin's stomach. He couldn't bare it anymore, the worry was eating him alive.

"You've gotta tell me what's wrong love, did someone say anythin' to you?" His brows clipped together in worry as he turned y/n around by her shoulders to inspect her face further.

"I guess it's what they didn't say that got to me.”Y/N's soft reply took Austin by surprise.

"What do you mean baby I don't understand?" His voice raised an octave as his worry grew.

"I don't belong here Austin. The only person to acknowledge me was the busboy when he came around with hors d'oeurvres. I don't fit into the world you live in and I know it's only a matter of time before yo-, before you.."

The words got stuck in her throat because Y/N knew that as soon as she spoke them the whole situation would become real and she wouldn’t be able to face it.

"Before I what darling" Austin's gaze swept all over her face and his eyes widened in fear of what she would say next.

Y/N took in a deep breath.

"I know it's only a matter of time before you leave me Austin. I am only going to drag you down an-"

"Stop! What are you talking about?!” His voice quaked and her eyes widened when his hands came up around her to grip her shoulders.

“I would never think you are dragging me down y/n, never. You are the love of my life I could never leave you. You are the best thing that has happened to me Y/N I love you so much it hurts."

Woah.

Y/n had fully expected a breakup monologue or an agreeing nod from Austin. Not a proclamation of undying love so soulful it made her heart hurt and beat faster all at once. Her eyes glassed over and even then with her nose running, tears streaming down her face, and hiccups leaving her lips, Austin still thought she looked ethereal.

"I will love you until the day I die and even after then. Mark my words."

Y/N only cried harder. Austin clasped his hands around her face, kissed away her tears and moved his lips to her cheeks, up to her eyelids, and down again to her nose before finally making it to her lips.

He kissed her like he needed her to breathe and held her waist and back like she could slip through his fingers at any moment. As they separated, he tucked her head into his chest and rested his head over hers. Austin whispered sweet nothings into her ears while he opened his phone to text his driver to pick them up. They stayed like that for no less than 30 minutes with Austin's arms enveloping her frame and y/n's head snuggled deep into his chest to inhale his distinct scent. He smelled of Cedarwood and a future she couldn’t wait to experience.

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AND DONE. I wasn't sure if anon wanted smut at the end so I decided to leave it like this because I feel like it has a bigger umph. Thank you for reading!!

Until next time

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[skellymom]

"Return to Pabu" Part 2

Companion piece to "Cup Of Caf"

To read "Return to Pabu" Part 1

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740375615328354305/return-to-pabu-part-1?source=share

Background: The Batch returns to Pabu with Crosshair in tow. How will he adapt? Particularly in this chapter, what will life look like for the other Batchers as they settle into civilian life? Pabu is this happy little bubble. This tiny slice of happiness and stability before the Empire shits all over this beautiful planet. Want you readers to enjoy The Batchers being happy in this chapter.

The reader (main character) from Cup Of Caf is mentioned. This story is from the point of view of The Batch and Crosshair.

(My OC Maadienne "Mad Momma" Dax makes an appearance as Hunter's love interest. Since this story takes place in an alternate universe from "Vagabonds", Love, Sil, and Tiggy do not make an appearance. Admittedly, since TBB S3 will be starting up here in a few weeks, this might be the only happy ending Hunter and Mad get. I am currently unsure if I'll be able to finish the "Vagabonds" series before the S3 hype hits. Lol, started myself a fucking novel with that one! So...I'm being really self indulgent with my OC and her love interest in this shorter series. IT FEELS SO GOOD! Thanks for understanding.)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning: None. Angst, sadness, fluff, some alcohol use, babies. Affection and types of romantic relationships other than Cishet.

Lovely dividers by the talented @saradika

The next morning Crosshair was gone, his bed empty. Hunter, terrified of losing Cross again, was about to track him down. Echo intervened. 

“He’ll come back. Just needs time to sort out his thoughts...alone.” 

Hunter nodded and proceeded to Omega’s room. She was gone. He had forgotten she slept over at Lyana’s house. Wrecker spent the night with Shep. 

Mad emerged from their bedroom dressed and planted a kiss on Hunter’s cheek. 

“Bye Hunky.” 

Hunter mildly panicked “Wait. Where are you going?” 

“Phee and I are spending the day doing ‘Woman Stuff’. Probably don’t remember, you seemed pretty drunk last night.” 

She stopped, looked at Echo then Hunter. “What’s the matter? Lookin’ sad there Handsome.” 

“Oh...uh...nothing.” 

“He’s sad because his squad up and left him.” 

“Now Echo...” 

“It’s strange not being totally in charge, huh? Gives you lots of time to do other things?” 

Hunter was silent, still sulking. 

Mad’s heart went out to him. “You want me to stay home with you today?” 

Hunter gave her puppy dog eyes. 

“Use your words, Hunky. What’s your head say versus you heart?” 

Hunter scowled. “Both say words are hard.” 

Echo chuckled. “Run away Mad, I’ve got him. Go have fun with Phee.” 

Mad smiled, hugged Hunter who took in her scent, and squeezed back. 

“You can’t ever leave Echo. This man needs you as an emotional interpreter.” 

She kissed Hunter then pecked Echo on the cheek before dashing out the door. “THANKS!” 

Both stood there red-faced grinning. 

“I LOVE that woman.” Hunter beamed. 

Echo clapped Hunter on the back. “C’mon, let’s go sneak Tech some caf at the Med Ward.” 

And so, the weeks passed by with Crosshair disappearing all morning, finally returning by afternoon. No idea where he went. The Batch didn’t ask at first. Omega had theories, which she shared with her brothers, Mad and Phee.  

Then the rumors started around the island: The local potter, usually rather withdrawn, was making the rounds around the island. Purchasing food for “The Grumpy Man.” Rumors were confirmed as the skinny bald sniper started filling out. His skin and hair becoming healthy and lustrous.  

Omega set out to start learning how to cook, roping Wrecker in as her sidekick. They packed up meals for Crosshair, insisting he share the food with his new friend. At first, he scoffed, then relented. Eventually Cross slowly started inserting himself into the evening cooking sessions in The Batcher House. 

Crosshair would imbibe in drink and eventually loosen up...for his standards. Sharing small bits and pieces of his experiences while away from the Batch. But nothing TOO deep. Cross was always content to watch the antics of his very happy family. 

Wrecker and Shep would bring in the catch of the day. Then sit and drink, sharing loving touches and sweet glances at one another. They announced their engagement and planned to wed soon. The whole island was invited to the ceremony and reception. They coordinated with Echo on refreshments and Wrecker planned the menu, wanting to cook for his own wedding reception...with Omega’s help, of course. 

Echo, in charge of refreshments, would open a bottle of Spotchka or throw together a Fuzzy Bantha or some other cocktail. Tech had built Echo a mechanical hand that could be switched out with his scomp. From that point on, Echo was the official Batcher Bartender. It wasn’t just throwing together a drink, it was a SHOW! He tossed bottles in the air, catching them, pouring with finesse, lighting the brightly colored alcohol on fire (for Wrecker especially), adding exotic ingredients that Tech helped suggest for certain palates, some of which Phee brought back from her travels.  

On the crazier nights, Echo would toss bottles and Wrecker cooking implements in unison while Mad and Phee sang and Shep hammered percussion on the wooden table with his large hands. Hunter would get up from the table to dance, dragging Crosshair with him. The competition was fierce as both men had an intense “Dance Off” to one up each other.   

Tech was learning the fine art of highbrow humor, especially after one (or several) of Echo’s cocktails. He and Phee would have constant banter at the table. They were hysterically funny when Tech reached the confused slurry speech stage. Phee enjoyed playfully teasing him while he rambled on, index finger raised...then trailing off as he had lost his train of thought. She’d gently slip her hand into his raised one and caress it. Tech would blush red(der) and smile. 

Hunter and Mad sat leaning against each other, shoulder to thigh. Basking in love, occasionally whispering something into each other’s ear. Things that brought their own blush and smile. They shared a secret...eventually requesting Echo make her drinks sans alcohol. Hunter instructed Echo to add Mad’s to his drink, making it a double. By the end of the night Tech and Hunter would carry on a drunken conversation that NOBODY understood except the two of them. Everyone would get hugs though. Even Tech would embrace the guests before everyone left...as Phee eventually escorted him to the sofa. Hunter never made it that far, choosing the comfort of the floor. Wrecker tucked Lula under his head, before leaving to spend the night at Shep’s place. 

Echo would help Mad and Phee clean up, then hug Omega goodnight. He would awaken early like clockwork the next morning, brewing caf in the kitchen. Echo and Crosshair would nod to each other, as Echo slid the packaged food across the kitchen island to him. Then smile as Cross quietly left the house. Afterwards Echo nudged Tech and Hunter awake to start the day. 

Dinner came and went. The Batchers kept their drinking to a minimum tonight. Everyone just wanted a quiet evening. Hunter and Tech wanted to sleep in an actual bed again. Mad and Phee WANTED THEM to sleep in an actual bed again. 

Besides, Hunter and Mad had an announcement to make: Mad was expecting. While everyone was beyond happy and joyful, it was no surprise. A definite event to celebrate. Wrecker brought a cake to the table and Hunter handed Mad his vibroknife to cut it.  

“Uh...we don’t have something maybe...CLEANER to use?” 

“Made sure to wipe it down properly.” 

“Let me guess...this has some kind of significance, yeah?” Mad cocked an eye at Hunter. 

“Well, I WILL be using this knife...MY knife to cut our child’s umbilical cord.” 

“WHAT???” Mad frantically searching Hunters stone cold expression for any trace of total BS. 

“I’ll wipe the blade down properly beforehand. Especially if it’s a C-section.” 

“HUNTER, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMNED MIND???” 

Hunter’s face was dead serious...until everyone at the table burst out laughing. Then he winked at Mad. 

"Kriff! Thought the booze pickled your brain!!!” 

Hunter gently took the knife from Mad, flipped it back and forth expertly one handed and slid it back into its sheath. Suddenly, he knelt down beside her on one knee. The laughter in the room died down to total silence. Mad could see from everyone’s face this was spontaneous and unexpected. 

“Mad” Hunter took both of her hands in his.  

He cleared his throat. Hunter’s expression was mixed: Intensely passionate but nervous. He was out of his element and not used to doing this sort of thing in front of others. 

“Ah...As you know, I’m not the kind of guy whose all about grand public gestures...but I was struck in the moment to tell you...in front of the most important group of people in my life to the most important individual who is carrying my child...that I LOVE YOU intensely with my VERY BEING.”  

Mad slightly cocked her head and gave him her veiled sassy “No duh, Hunky” expression. Hunter almost broke out in nervous laughter but caught himself. Clearing his throat again, he leaned in slightly. Mad got serious and mirrored this gesture. They were close enough to intensely look into each other's eyes and focus on one another. The rest of the room seemed to fall away into the distant background and disappear. Just two people declaring to each other their deepest desires. 

Hunter continued. “I know we didn’t plan for this to happen.” He lovingly stroked her belly. Mad squeezed his hand. “I also know we didn’t plan to be formally married...and I don’t expect that. Heck...” He looked slightly embarrassed letting it all hang out. “I don’t have a ring...or technically own ANYTHING...I’m...poor. But I have a life to give and I want to give it to you. I’ll be the most devoted father to this baby and the most devoted partner to you.”  

“I know the Nomaadi don’t stay in one place too long. And...if you’ll have me...If you want me...I’ll go anywhere and everywhere you want to go. I want both of us to be together for whatever amount of time we have left in this life.” 

Silence. 

Then Mad spoke. “Hunter...” Her voice caught a hitch and she inhaled sharply. She was touched deeply by this gesture of vulnerability and commitment. The baby, barely formed yet, fluttered sharply inside her belly...the first time she ever felt its presence. Everything seemed so REAL suddenly, not just the concept of being pregnant... 

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[gayjosh]

♡ Billy Hargrove × Male Reader ♡ [nsfw]

Top Billy, sub reader, mostly fluff + a bit of smut <3 (got a bit carried away, it's a little longer than expected lol)

CW: Bullying/teasing, no prep <3

Fem/Minors DNI!

You always wanted to tell him how you felt, but it was impossible. There was no way you could ever tell him. Even if you had the courage, he'd probably beat you up for saying something so ridiculous. He acted so incredibly straight. He'd never like you back.

Your head was clouded with thoughts of kissing him and cuddling him as you sat at your desk, staring starstruck at the incredibly attractive Billy Hargrove, who sat a couple seats away from you, to your right and towards the front of the class. He was scribbling something on a piece of paper. Your mind suddenly went to the thought of him fucking you, and you immediately blushed, feeling hot. Billy turned his head to look at you, briefly making eye contact before you turned you head away and looked down at the book on your desk.

You scanned the page, pretending to read but not being able to take any of the information in as all you could think of was the fact that he'd caught you looking at him. You nearly hyperventilated thinking about what he'd do to you for staring at him, when suddenly a large hand smacked down onto your desk, grabbing the book and tossing it on the floor.

Fuck, you thought, recognizing the rings Billy wore. He kneeled down, looking at you from across your desk. Nobody else in the class noticed as the school day was almost over, giving the class a few minutes of very loud free time. Some guys in the corner were playing a card game, another group were gossiping, and three girls were running around the class throwing paper balls at each other. Everyone was incredibly excited for school to end today, as the dismissal bell would mark the beginning of spring break.

"Why were you staring at me, pretty boy?" His low voice breaking your focus on your surroundings, now only thinking about him and how close he was to you. You blushed thinking about that pet name he'd given you. He stood up, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him, his silver rings slightly digging into your skin. "Hmm?"

"I, umm.." Your eyes widened, looking at his beautiful smile.

"Why are you lookin at me like that?" He said, his face closer to yours and his voice a bit softer. He was still smiling. You looked back up into his eyes, and his pupils dilated, a very faint blush spread across his face.

You gulped. "Uh, you, I- I guess I'm... I mean..." You stuttered as you looked down and noticed he was hard. Your eyes quickly darted back up and met his. "You're just r-really pretty, I guess. I-I'm so sorry, I-"

Billy scoffed, smiling wider and moving his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your lips. It was almost like he was trying to tease you. He reached into his back pocket and took out a folded piece of paper, slamming it down on your desk. "Meet me at my car after school, pretty boy." He stood back up, maintaining eye contact as he placed his hand on your cheek for a few seconds and smiled at you before walking back to his desk.

You took a moment to gather yourself, breathing heavily at the interaction. You touched your cheek where he had, closing your eyes and blushing. You remembered the note, rushing to open it and excitedly reading the words written messily with blue pen.

Dear pretty boy,

Movie at my house. Bring a friend or two, if you don't mind an audience.

Love, Billy

You smiled, folding the note back up and holding it to your chest. You opened your eyes, slightly jumping in your seat as the bell rung loudly, followed by excited yells and stomping of students stampeding out of the classroom, down the hall, and out of the school. You were last to leave walking down the hall behind the crowd, calmed and pleased by the note.

You made a beeline for Billy's car. There he was, leaning against the passenger side door, smoking. You blushed, walking up to him. He smiled, his eyes wide and twinkling, as if Billy forgot he was supposed to be cool for a split second, before they returned to their normal position.

"You came. Fun," He grinned, winking at you as he opened the door for you to get in, dramatically gesturing to the seat. You sat in the car, setting your backpack on the floor between your feet and getting comfortable as Billy slammed your door and got in the car. He put in the key, but hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing as he turned to look at you.

"Did you want to bring anyone with you?" He asked expectantly. Wait, he was serious about that? You shook your head. "Hmm. Don't wanna be seen with me, is that it?" He laughed, half-joking.

"No, that's not why," you chuckled. You looked deeply into his eyes. "I'd love to be seen with you. But I think we should start our break with some alone time." That seemed to satisfy him. He scoffed unbelievingly and licked his lips, smiling as he pulled out of the parking lot before speeding down the street towards his house.

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You sat on the couch as he put Halloween into the VHS player, then he turned off the lights and sat down next to you.

You could barely focus on the movie. Not even 15 minutes in, his arm was around you and his other hand was rubbing your thigh. You cuddled up to him, slightly moving your hips to get closer to him, and your hard cock rubbed against your jeans, causing you to moan softly.

"Oh, damn.." Billy groaned quietly in reaction to your moan. You blushed, embarrassed, and buried your face in his neck, taking a deep breath. His hair smelled really good, and so did his cologne. You let out a small whimper.

"Okay, get up." Billy demanded, moving his arm.

"What? W-Why? Did I-" You nervously tried to oppose him, but he shushed you, smiling. He picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. Your face was so close to his. You could kiss him right now.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he tossed you down onto his bed, positioning himself over you. "God, you're so fucking hot." He put his hand on your face, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb, looking deeply into your eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it, hesitating. "I have something to tell you." You looked up at him expectantly. "I... I love you, pretty boy." He blushed, moving away and sitting on the edge of the bed. You lay there for a second to process what you just heard before sitting next to him.

"Billy? Did... Did you really mean that?" You asked, smiling. He nodded and then scoffed. "Unfortunately, yeah." He joked.

"Wow. I didn't- I mean, I... I didn't know you were, uh... You know." You chuckled, putting your hand on his thigh.

"I didn't really either. Not until I saw you." He paused. "To be honest, I... I never really liked anyone. I thought that was just how it was. But when I saw you, I realized I was trying to be attracted to people I really just wasn't attracted to. You're just..." He laughed, laying down and staring at the ceiling fan, watching it spin. "You're a special guy, y/n. I mean, I knew I liked guys for a while, but I don't like all guys. But you... You're one of the few I'm actually into."

"Aw. Billy, that's so sweet. I didn't think you were capable of being sweet. I've been dreaming of you saying something like that for such a long time." You both laughed, and you laid next to him and cuddled up to him.

"God, I'm really hard." Billy said, breaking the silence. You blushed. You were too. He stood up, grabbing you by your legs and tugging you to the edge of the bed. He leaned in and kissed you softly. "I love you." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, grinding his cock against yours.

"I love you too, Billy." You moaned. He whispered a small 'fuck', standing back up to undo his belt and take out his cock. You looked at it, and your eyes widened. It was huge. "Uh, I... I don't know if you're gonna-" You were cut off by him kissing you again as he took your pants and boxers off. He pulled away, panting as he rubbed his cock against your hole. A drop of sweat rolled down his face, falling onto your stomach. "You said you've been waiting a long time?" He said, pressing the head of his dick into you. "I've liked you since freshman year, pretty boy. Remember the first time I bullied you? I dumped a carton of milk over your head." You smiled, blushing at both the memory and also the feeling of his cock being just barely inside of you.

"I never knew how to tell you I liked you, so I just bullied you." He leaned in again. "But I just couldnt wait any longer, pretty boy." He kissed you, pushing into you. You moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his mouth. He moved down to kiss your neck as he slowly started fucking you. It hurt a little, but it felt so good you couldn't even process the pain, just moaning and crying his name. "Oh, fuck, you're so g-good~" He struggled to talk as his thrusts lost rhythm and sped up, and you felt his cock kick. "I-I'm gonna- Oh, fuck..." He shook a little and kissed you deeply as you felt his cum pump into you. You grabbed his head, returning the kiss and wrapping your legs around him. After a moment, he finally stood back up.

"Fuck, babe, that was... Damn." He laughed. "Sorry. I was a little quick. Just really desperate." He looked at you adoringly. "How about we go clean you up and watch that movie?" You nodded, smiling. He smiled back and gave you another soft kiss.

You had definitely been wrong about Billy.

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[ultra-raging-ghost]

(In a medival voice)Its been less than a week without cucuhalo crumbs and your kingdom is starving, please unleash the demons inside and share some hcs of them

[I start spreading headcannons to my people like birdseed in a park] Pspspsps my people, come get your headcannons

I cannot stress enough how freakish they got in that bathtub, its so crazy

Bad isnt huge on hugging, but he likes to hold cucus hand/paw and occasionally lets him hug him... although cucurucho isnt a huge hug person either, so they work well in that way <3

Bad likes to bug the shit out of cucurucho when hes at his desk working in the same way cucurucho likes to watch bad build and talk to him/bug him occasionally, bad will sit at the desk with his head on cucus shoulder watching him work both bc its comfortable and also because its fucking up cucuruchos handwriting which bad thinks is funny

They have stupid sweet nicknames for eachother, "cucu" "rucho" "bad" "BB" "badboy" "dear" thats kinda cannon honestly but i think we could make it even sweeter. Get even sicker off it. Bad hits cucu with the "honey" and shit like that

Cucuruchos a huge Ass guy, he likes bads ass, he likes lookin at it. When bads building, cucu likes to sit back with a goddamn margarita and watch him from behind, he likes to walk behind bad when bad isnt following him somewhere, etc.

All the workers absolutely seethe when bad gets away with shit, and its so funny. One of the bunnies comes up to report that bads griefed spawn or killed someone important and cucu just sighs (dreamily) and sends them away, and days later its cleaned up or the dead persons replaced and bad just roams free, not even hearing about the repairs or replacement happening at all <3

Semi cannon, bad has described being with cucurucho as "Hes the main focus, everything just kind of.. fades into the background when im with him" and i like to imagine when cucus talking to him, bad just spaces out and just stares at him with big wet cat eyes... It usually ends with them both just staring at eachother bc also cannonically cucurucho really likes bads eyes, likes looking at them, finds them absolutely beautiful, "Your eyes are enough"

On top of that actually cucurucho finds bad very handsome/beautiful, generally appealing. This is also kinda cannon, cucurucho compliments bads eyes, his smile, his clothing, etc. Bad feels the same way about cucus but hes not a super material person, he likes bugging him for fun and all that lol. Bad also tends to show an affinity to people with pretty simple faces/expressions...

[vintageshanny]

Daddy’s Got a Brand New Hat

So I saw an open request from @myheroelvispresley for a fic with Elvis in his white fuzzy hat. I’m not sure if it was a serious request, but I felt inspired and went with it lol. Hope you all enjoy! 😘

Content: Big Daddy Elvis, outdoor sex, 18+

As you frolicked in the salty ocean waves, you looked up toward the beach, scanning for any sign of Elvis.  He was supposed to come out and join you for a swim, but you were starting to get worried and hoped that he was feeling okay.  Just then you spotted him laying out his towel on the sand next to yours and settling down onto it.  He looked adorable in a light blue tracksuit and fuzzy white bucket hat.  Your heart skipped a beat as you headed up out of the water and ran toward him.  You loved how just the sight of him could make your body react.  

“There you are, baby,” you said as you plopped down next to him and leaned over for a kiss.  “I thought you were gonna join me in the water.”  “Ah, sorry, darlin’, I just didn’t feel like puttin’ on my swimsuit,” he said quietly.  When he saw the concern etched across your face, he quickly tried to lighten the mood.  “Besides, woman, I see you’re gettin’ me all wet anyway.”  Seeing all the water droplets that had landed on him when you kissed him, you gave him a little smirk and leaned in closer.  “Well, you’re always gettin’ me all wet, daddy.  It only seemed right to return the favor,” you whispered seductively.  Elvis’ eyes widened at hearing your innuendo, and you saw a slight blush creeping over his neck and face.  As macho as he could act at times, you loved seeing this shy, sensitive side of him.

“Your face is looking a little red, daddy,” you teased.  “Hush, woman, that’s just a sunburn,” he chuckled.  “Oh, so you won’t mind me doing this then,” you said innocently and rested your hand on his broad thigh.  You watched his reaction as you inched your hand closer to his crotch.  He tilted his head back and sucked in a little bit of air as you gave a gentle squeeze to the bulge in his pants and felt his cock twitch slightly in your hand.  “Goddamn, woman, what are ya tryin’ to start?” Elvis asked with a groan.  “It’s not my fault,” you protested.  “You can’t come out here lookin’ so cute in that hat and expect me to keep my hands off you!”  At that, Elvis leaned back and let out a burst of infectious laughter.  “So this hat really does it for ya, huh, mama?”  You swatted at him playfully and laughed.  “Everything about you does it for me!  The hat is just the icing on the cake.  It makes you…irresistible,” you said, fluttering your eyelashes at him.  

“Hmm, maybe you’re right,” Elvis smirked, his eyes settling on your chest.  “I can see you’re gettin’ turned on by me.”  You glanced down and saw your hardened nipples poking right through your bathing suit.  Now it was your turn to blush.  “You’re so beautiful, mama,” he whispered as he reached out and gently squeezed your right breast, stroking your nipple with his thumb.  You could feel your pussy starting to throb with need, but before you could say another word, Elvis lunged on top of you, knocking you back onto the towel, his body pressed firmly against yours.  

“Elvis!” you shrieked.  “We’re right out in the open!”  He looked around and then chuckled.  “This is a private beach, baby.  No one’s gonna see us.  Besides, you said you can’t resist me,” he teased.  “You’re right,” you giggled.  “Take me now, daddy,” you breathed as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.  You could feel his cock growing hard against your leg.  Elvis reached down and pulled the crotch of your swimsuit to the side, dipping his fingers into your wet folds.  “I see you’re all ready for me, baby.”  “Always, daddy,” you moaned.  “Mmm, that’s my good girl,” he whispered as he leaned down and gave your nipple a lick right through your swimsuit.  You let out a groan as he caught it between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug.  Elvis pulled down the waistband of his pants just enough for his cock, now fully erect, to spring free.  Still holding your suit to the side, he slid himself inside of you with a grunt.  

“Oh, Elvis!” you moaned loudly, praying that the beach was truly private.  As if reading your thoughts, Elvis encouraged you.  “That’s right, mama.  It’s just you and me here.  Let daddy know how good you feel.”  As the penetration grew deeper and deeper, you couldn’t stop the moans falling from your lips.  All that mattered in this moment was this beautiful man taking you right there on the beach.  You could feel your orgasm approaching, and from the way Elvis was twitching inside of you, you knew he was almost there, too.  Your legs started shaking uncontrollably, your pussy clenching around his cock as pleasure washed over your entire body.  “Goddamn, mama!” Elvis cried out as his cock pulsed, spilling his seed inside of you, filling you up.  

He laid his head on your shoulder, catching his breath for a moment before pulling out of you and sitting beside you.  He pulled you into his arms, stroking your back gently.  “I love to hear you moaning my name like that, baby,” he said with a smile.  “I’ll have to wear this hat more often.”  You laughed as your hand ran lovingly across his soft tummy.  “Next time,” you whispered, “lose all the other clothes and just wear the hat.”  You gave him a wink, and he tilted his head back and let out another big laugh.  You were pleased to notice the hint of red that colored his cheeks again.