#i couldn't even taste the flavor DAMN

[letoscrawls]

To the people who eat buldak noodles:

why

[lev1hei1chou]

Cravings

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 474 Synopsis: Gojo rates your pregnancy cravings Masterlist

Gojo Satoru, the man who claims to have seen everything, was about to embark on the most mysterious and thrilling adventure of his life: experiencing his partner's pregnancy cravings. As he sat beside you, observing your every move with amusement in his eyes, he couldn't help but wonder what odd concoction you would come up with next.

"Darling, I'm hungry," you declared, your eyes gleaming with excitement as you waddled into the kitchen, your baby bump leading the way.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What's on the menu today, my dear?"

You grinned mischievously. "Prepare yourself, because this one's a doozy." With a flourish, you presented your creation: pickles dipped in chocolate syrup, sprinkled with crushed potato chips.

Gojo's eyes widened in disbelief, but being the supportive partner he was, he decided to give it a try. Gingerly picking up one of the peculiar snacks, he took a bite, his expression morphing into one of surprise.

"Hmm," he mused, chewing thoughtfully. "Interesting combination. The sweet and salty flavors complement each other surprisingly well. I'd give it a solid 7 out of 10."

You laughed, delighted by his willingness to indulge in your cravings. "Not bad, but I think we can do better."

And so, the culinary adventure continued, with Gojo eagerly tasting each strange concoction you concocted. From ice cream topped with hot sauce to peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, no craving was too bizarre for the two of you to tackle together.

As the days passed and your due date drew nearer, Gojo found himself looking forward to your cravings with a mix of anticipation and amusement. He never knew what strange combination you would come up with next, but he was always ready to dive in headfirst and give it a try.

One evening, as you sat together on the couch, Gojo felt a sudden pang of hunger. "I think it's my turn to come up with a craving," he declared, eyes twinkling.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Alright, Satoru, hit me with your best shot."

With a flourish, Gojo disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you in suspense. After a few moments, he returned, carrying a plate piled high with… ramen noodles topped with whipped cream and gummy bears.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. "Baby, what on earth is that?"

He grinned, setting the plate down in front of you. "I call it… the Gojo Special. Trust me, it's delicious."

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, you took a bite, expecting the worst. To your surprise, the combination of savory noodles, sweet whipped cream, and chewy gummy bears was strangely satisfying.

"Well, I'll be damned," you exclaimed, taking another bite. "This is actually pretty good!"

Gojo beamed with pride, his eyes sparkling with delight. "See? I told you I had a knack for this."

[tokiiwonz]

best friend anton thoughts

tw: jealous anton, car sex, unprotected sex (don't), exhibitionism, allusions to manipulation, infidelity xD, eunseok was punched (i'm so sorry)

thinking about best friend!anton walking in on you touching yourself while moaning his name ♡ like damn, you just can't help yourself; you grew up together, laughed with each other, even cried with each other—you're not going to just let any other person have their way with your man, not by any chance and fortunately for you, anton thinks the same

best friend!anton who knows you have feelings for him and decided to get a girlfriend for himself just to mess with your head. he swears it's nothing romantic, and that he just wants to see you get jealous over someone else.

best friend!anton who gets mad jealous after finding out that you're in a relationship with someone in his friend group. he's known for being usually a chill laid-back type of guy but the moment the news broke out, he didn't hesitate to punch eunseok for taking what's supposed to be his.

best friend!anton who recklessly drags you to his car before roughly kissing you in the backseat. he never thought that his silly little plan would backfire at him, and to him, it's all your fault. you need to be put to your place for getting back at him.

he never hid his liking for your strawberry-flavored chapstick. one could argue that he has used more of your chapstick than you did, and he never imagined how good it would taste when he's tasting it on your lips.

best friend!anton who is a shameless manwhore. given everything that had happened, he takes his phone out before recording you both making out in his car. a documentation, at least according to him. he shows off how he makes your pretty lips bleed with the way he bites it; all swollen and needy for whatever he's about to give you, taking lots of pictures and clips of all the hickeys and bite marks he left before sending it to their group chat.

best friend!anton who has you bouncing on his lap, tearing up as you struggle to take his fat cock. god, he loves the way you cry for some dick. no ones supposed to make you cry like this but him, and as he was thinking that, he couldn't help himself but to clench his jaw and drag his cock deeper into your warmth.

you felt so full, on a high if you will, having his cock bulging your stomach with every thrust. it doesn't help you much that you could feel him drag every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. neither did having you wrapped so tightly around him helped anton—he feels so lightheaded with how tight and small you feel against him—he’s got you all stuffed up, soaked and quivering, riding him as he hits the softest spot inside you.

anton has always taken pride in his work, and your vulnerability under his control right now has only fed his already-big ego.

he's shameless on where he puts his kiss marks on; on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere he finds enticing, really. “i didn't say stop, did i? i said don't you fucking dare stop riding this fat cock. you're going to show & tell eunseok who fucks you this good.”

and before you could even give a proper response, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt anton’s harsh thrusts up into you repeatedly. he hit your prostate in many ways he could—your toes curled up as anton let everyone hear your moans.

“thaaat’s it, doll,” he groaned as he throws his head back in pleasure. “riding so good for me. go make a show, show how my pretty boy rides tonnie's cock.”

best friend!anton who likes to humiliate and make you feel small ♡. rumors has it that it's hard to deal with a mad anton due to how annoying he could be, but you think otherwise. you're very much willing to do everything to get his hands all over your body, even if it means to anger this mad man (which pretty much explains how poor eunseok was dragged into this mess)

"who told you to act like some kind of street whore, hm? i'm giving you just enough attention, aren't i? am i not enough for you to get a boyfriend? fuckass slut.”

best friend!anton who's temperamental. one moment he's splitting your hole open, the next he's making you his pillow prince (it counts, even if you're at the back of his car). he's just so obsessed with messing with your head even when he's fucking you—he wants you to be dependent on him, because you're his and his only ♡ kiss your forehead while his hands were wrapped around your neck? you got it. making you cry with his thick cock while cuddling you? you got it.

anton may seem like some kind of playboy, even a fuckboy, to other people, but he has never slept with anyone but you. his cum stained fleshlights and self clips were his testaments. he just loves you so much, ok? ♡

"got what you needed, doll face? a good dick down from me? yeah, that's it... anyway, wanna come over later?” he pecked your lips as he cummed inside you and smiled. “keep my cum inside you, alright? i’ll eat you out later when we get home.” you giggled as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before preparing to drive.

[the-californicationist]

Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️

Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)

im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.

Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?

The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.

Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.

You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.

"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.

"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."

His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.

Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,

"But that will not be bloody true for long."

As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.

"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"

There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.

Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.

He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.

The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.

"Fuck, you're warm..."

He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.

"Wet for me. So wet. How?"

Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.

"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."

When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.

"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."

You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?

"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."

He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.

"John..."

You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,

"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."

He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.

"You're gonna make me come, John."

Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,

"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."

Your body listened before you could even register his words.

From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...

"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.

Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.

"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."

"It's okay, John..."

"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."

"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.

You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,

"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."

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[hotch33tos22]

Hitoshi Shinso x reader

“Flavor”

"Is it... blueberry?" Hitoshi muttered, confused with his his half-lidded eyes.

You had bought some flavored chapsticks you pressured him to play the game you had seen in a video with you … to guess the flavour of the balm.

"Wait, mh... cherry? Am I anywhere close?"

"No silly" you chuckled as you applied more chapstick.

"C'mon guess again!"

Hitoshi's lips curled into a small smile at your chuckling, though he still looked deep in thought as he moved a bit closer to you.

"Hmm... I guess I will keep trying until I get it right," he then said, trying to look annoyed yet there was nothing but playfulness in his voice. "Okay then, let's see... mango?"

"Really mango?" Your eyebrow lifted

"I'll give you a hint it's flavored fruit it’s common!"

Hitoshi chuckled quietly as your eyebrow lifted, his indigo eyebrows raising momentarily at the hint. He leaned in even closer to your lips, his eyes now wide open as he studied your lips in intense thinking, as if studying a piece of art.

"Hmm..." He stayed quiet and still for a moment... before finally speaking again.

"Passionfruit?"

"Noo!" You applied more lip balm as he took on your lips a licked them passionately trying to guess again.

Hitoshi closed his eyes as he accepted the kiss, tasting the balm on your lips.As you pulled away once more, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Damn, not even close..." He mumbled as he looked at your lips one more time.

With you putting on more balm, he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, his mind still in deep thought of what the mysterious flavour could be.

Hitoshi couldn't help biting your bottom lip as he kissed you, trying to get a better grasp of the flavour as his tongue moved across your lips with a strong sense of curiosity. With each kiss and each taste, he became more and more frustrated that he couldn't figure it out.

"Damn it, what is it..." He mumbled against your lips, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I swear, it better not be like... green apple."

"Hell no!" you giggled as you covered you mouth. His kisses turned you on but you were enjoying this game so much.

Hitoshi pulled back slowly, looking at you with a slightly annoyed expression, a small pout now on his face.

"Then what is it? I've been tasting it for so long and still nada... I swear you're using some kind of trick. It has to be."

He tried to look irritated though it was obvious he was just frustrated about not being correct about the flavour. He leaned in closer once more, looking at your lips with a smirk.

He tried to look irritated though it was obvious he was just frustrated about not being correct about the flavour. He leaned in closer once more, looking at your lips with a smirk.

"Come on, give me a hint - one hint."

"No! I already gave you one! Do you give up?" You snickered

"Ugh..."

Hitoshi groaned at your words. He gritted his teeth as he leaned back and away from you slightly, knowing that you'll hold this over his head later if he really did admit defeat. But he was too stubborn to give up just like that.

"No, I'm not giving up that easily," he said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I will get that flavour, damnit."

"If you say so!" You applied your chapstick one more time. Hitoshi's eyes instantly locked on to your lips when you applied the balm again, a determined look on his face.

He leaned forward slightly, his hand coming up to gently hold your chin so he could keep your face still.

"Okay... last try." He muttered lowly as he looked intently at your lips, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

"Just give me a second to concentrate."

Hitoshi noticed the hitch in your breath and it only fueled him even more. He leaned in again, his finger gently tilting your chin upwards to angle your face before his lips met yours once more. He held the kiss for a few extra seconds, taking his time to taste the lip balm on your lips.

He was clearly trying to memorize the taste and even tried to think back to other times he's tasted it to compare the flavour.

After a few more moments, Hitoshi finally pulled back, keeping his eyes firmly locked on your lips as he tried to get a sense of the flavour. He was silent for a moment, deep in thought before finally speaking up again.

"Damn it, I can't figure it out. It's driving me crazy." He mumbled as his eyes flicked up to yours, a small pout on his lips.

"Just lemme taste it once more."

"It's not free kisses!. it's to guess!" You pounted

Hitoshi let out a deep sigh, knowing that he wouldn't get one more taste unless he got the taste correct.

"Damn it..." He mumbled as he pouted back at you, his eyes narrowing.

"Okay.. one more guess and I swear l'l get it this time."

Hitoshi leaned in again, his hand still on your chin to keep your face still as he once again captured your lips in a kiss.

He tried to focus all his attention on the taste, letting his tongue slide along your lips in an attempt to get a better taste of the lip balm.

His eyes were closed and his mind was working overtime as he tried to guess once again. He could feel his frustration growing by the second, but he knew he couldn't give up now, not after all this time.

After what felt like an eternity, Hitoshi finally pulled back from the kiss, his hand letting go of your chin slowly. He looked up at you with a defeated look in his eyes, silently admitting that he had failed again.

"Damn it... I really am not gonna get it, am I?" He asked, a slight irritation in his voice though it was obvious he was more upset with himself for not being able to guess correctly.

You looked at him with desire as your lips warmed on to his touch

Hitoshi's irritation faded away as soon as he saw the look on your face. He couldn't help but lean closer to you once more, his eyes flickering down to your lips as the desire in him grew.

"I can't believe I'm letting some stupid lip balm stop me," he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek.

"I don't care what the damn flavour is anymore. I just want to taste your lips again..."

Despite his earlier frustration, Hitoshi's mind was now completely focused on you. His touch was gentle as he pulled you closer, his other hand coming up to rest on your hip.

He stared into your eyes for a moment, his own eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in again. This time, his lips were more urgent and needy, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

"S-shin" you let out softly as you felt him let go a strand of silava connected yours and his young as you panted from the action

"Hnnn..."

Hitoshi's head was spinning from the intensity of the kiss, his mind consumed by you and your touch. His breath was ragged as he slowly pulled back, breaking the string of saliva between you two.

He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you with a mix of desire and need.

"God... I can't get enough of you," he said hoarsely, his voice strained as his grip on you tightened.

"W-watermelon..." you muttered

Hitoshi's eyes widened slightly as he heard the word "watermelon" come from your lips. He slowly let his hand fall from your cheek as he processed what you said, his brain finally registering your answer.

"Watermelon ..." He repeated quietly, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "So the damn flavour was watermelon the entire damn time?"

You laughed at his response And nodded

Hitoshi let out a deep sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. He had been so focused on trying to figure out the taste of the lip balm that he couldn't even tell it was something as simple as watermelon.

"I can't believe it was that simple the entire time..." He mumbled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I was so convinced it was something other than that. I even thought it was mango at one point."

"Yeah I don't know how you got mango"

Hitoshi chuckled at your words, a sheepish smile appearing on his face.

"I dunno either. I was just really desperate to guess the right flavour. I guess my brain went overboard trying to figure it out."

He moved a little closer to you, his eyes still fixed on your lips.

"But it was a good excuse to keep tasting your lips."

Your lips quivered wanting more of him as you trebled by his words. A bright blush appeared in your face. Hitoshi's eyes darkened as he noticed the effect his words had on you. Seeing you grow flushed and trembled because of him only fueled his desire even more.

He leaned in closer, his hand gently caressing your cheek as he whispered in a low and husky voice. "You know I could taste your lips all day and all night long."

"S-shin..." you trembled as he cupped your cheek

"You look so damn gorgeous when you get all flustered like this," he said in a low voice, his thumb tracing your jaw slowly.

"It makes me want to just lose control and do whatever I want to you…”

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

The boys reaction on the reader breast feeding 😅

Like would they want to taste it or would they watch idk lol up to you I feel comfortable 🫶🏻

Breastfeeding (Fluff)/(18+)

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: oop. Don’t mind if I do👀💚 Not super long this time, as I've had a long ass day😭💚

Warnings: I’m not sure if breastfeeding needs a warning, but I’m just gonna put it anyway to be safe.

Leonardo:

Leo could not explain it, but watching you breastfeed their children did something to him. It has never been in a turtle's nature to seek out their parents. Once the egg was laid, they were on their own. And therefore it obviously wasn’t a common thing to see a turtle suckle their mother's breast for milk. Damn it, turtles don't even have nipples. But with your children being part human, the need for breast milk was there, and to Leo the sight was… interesting. In all honesty, he found peace in the sight, watching you throughout the years with all four of your children. It was a different way of meditation for Leo, to sit with you and your child, in the moment your child’s small hungry cries turned to a content silence.

Raphael:

This might sound strange, but Raph found it hot when you were breastfeeding. To be blunt and honest, he thought you looked absolutely amazing, and at times he wondered if he was willing to have another child, just to see you like that again, when you’re just sitting there with your tit out in the open, but other than that, he couldn't really explain why. Sure, your child was gaining sustenance from your nipple and he knew better than to ever interrupt that, but he just couldn’t keep his thoughts from going to that dirty place. And he would take you with him to that place, when you’ve laid your kid to bed, fighting the urge to put another child in you. It was like you brought a smaller mating season on to him every time, something he had thought had ended with your last child. But he still found himself thinking back upon it, weighing whether the pros and cons, figuring out if it was worth one more child.

Donatello:

Donnie enjoyed watching you breastfeed for many different reasons. You were his wife, so of course he found a sense of joy and happiness while watching you feed your child. It brought him peace to know that both you and his child felt good and comfortable, and watching you in these moments made him feel warm and happy. Who would have thought that he ever got to experience something like this? But of course, it also evoked the more science oriented side of Donnie. He could not help but analyze and take mental notes, learning from all he saw, in order to understand. It was the way of nature, and in this case, two different natures coming together and forming a new one.

Michelangelo:

Breastfeeding was a curious wonder to Mikey. He had never seen it before, and he did not know that was a thing with humans before you had your first child. There was no doubt that Mikey definitely wanted to taste. It started out with genuine curiosity. He wanted to know why his kids would whine and grab for their mother’s breast whenever they were hungry, thinking it had something to do with the flavor. It took some time before you let Mikey taste, had he seemed disappointed when he learned that there weren't any spectacular flavors, but just… milk. But nonetheless, Mikey could not help but find the whole thing a little exciting, and now you had to put up with not just a hungry child, but your imaginative husband.

[ninikrumbs]

I can't go out, Im sick --

Suguru geto x femreader

Summary: Your sick, but stubborn. Luckily Suguru has creative ways to make you take your medicine.

Tags: Suguru geto x femreader, fluff fluff fluff.

A/N: Shot and sweet. A little self indulgent.

"Just drink it, pretty."

You shook your head stubbornly, burrowing deeper into your covers. "No."

"Please, its for your own good. " Geto pleaded.

You didn't hate a lot of things. You hated curses, obviously. You hated Gojo's overly obnoxious personality (you treasure him, really). And you hated those stupid higher ups.

But that slimy, fuchsia pink liquid, pretending to be strawberry flavored hell in a bottle had to top everything off.

"That will just make me feel worse, Sugu." You whined.

"You know that's not true."

He sighed and sat on the edge of your bed, your messy hair in a loose bun the only thing he could see as you desperately tried to hide under your covers.

"Its strawberry flavored."

"I don't how that's suppose to make it better and besides, strawberries don't taste like that."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, stressed. He's been taking care of you for days and you're almost better. But he practically has to wrestle you to take your medicine.

He couldn't even feel annoyed because even this behavior, he found charming. You were a brat, spoiled rotten, but you were his brat.

And also because he hasn't forgotten the panic that went through his body when he saw you writhing in pain with a high fever.

Then, like a stroke of brilliance he thought of something. You might get mad but to hell with it.

He moved closer up the bed, bottle in hand. He opened it and took a swig of the bottle and swiftly peeled off your covers.

"Suguru, I sa-

He pressed his lips onto yours, opening your lips with his. Hands on your face, to make sure you don't move as his tongue gently danced around yours.

He'd like to think that he did this for you benefit but really it was for him. He hasn't been able to kiss you for days so bitter medicine be damned.

Geto pulled away and saw you swallow the medicine. You were flushed but now for a different reason.

He smirked. "Did that taste better?"

You glared at him before roughly pulling him down by his collar and smashing your lips together.

Geto grinned victoriously against yours lips.

Bonus.

Geto laid in bed as he sneezed for the nth time, and you stared at him with an I told you so look plastered on your face.

"This is why you shouldn't kiss sick people."

He had the gal to just shrugged nonchalantly, "It was worth it."

He pulled you close by the hand. "Now come here and kiss me back to health."

You immediately pushed him away, "Suguru, no!"

Never the less, you nursed him back to health without any medicine induced kisses, to his dismay.

[allurilove]

A day in the life as Henry

Synopsis: Henry hated his father and his friends. He hated it even more when you left on a trip, and he was now stuck with four men that knew nothing on how to take care of a tyrant-like toddler, like him.

*This is just a short drabble of Henry! Henry is the readers child, and he’s the son of yandere husband! The new yandere fic will come out around thursday, and this is something I made on the spot lol.*

Henry found it odd when he was fed his favorite foods two nights in a row. He hadn’t seen a single broccoli in sight, or even that horrendous cabbage salad his father forced him to eat. It was all delicious fish with skin cooked to a crisp, then slathered in the green sauce made with fresh herbs. He was even allowed to eat whatever he wanted at any given time. It was slightly suspicious behavior, and he started to look back at the times he had done something good.

Let's see... he made a fuss when his father bathed him, cried when his father tried to joke around with him and put suds on his hair, and Henry ran around the house butt naked because he refused to put on his little star onesie. But, he did help his mother when she was gardening. One good thing he did for his mother completely outweighed all the bad with his father. So, they must have been rewarding him for being a good boy.

He opened his mouth when you fed him his favorite dessert next, and the moment he tasted the sweet applesauce, he gulped it down. He was too busy savoring the flavor to notice the look you shared with his father.

Henry rubbed his tired eyes as he finally woke up. He felt like he had been sleeping for hours and hours without end, and his body refused to get up. Henry hadn’t eaten this much before, but then he remembered his parents had used the same tactics before, and he had woken up at the doctor’s office. He couldn’t exactly say no to food, as you made it with love each time! You had definitely done this on purpose, and he was upset that he had fallen for it, and gotten into a food coma.

Damnit! He’s been bested, again!

Henry pushed the covers off him, his feet then landing on the ground as he pushed himself off his bed. He then huffed and puffed as he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. The toddler was about to give his father a piece of his mind and make him feel guilty for getting his guard down. He wondered what was going to happen this time. Was he going to the hospital? Was he about to be replaced by that damn dog his father had been ogling for the past week? He reached the corner and saw a little glimpse of your suitcase walking out of the door. His eyes widened immediately, his brain finally putting the last piece of the puzzle together, and it felt like his whole world came crashing down.

You whispered in his father's ear all the time when Henry was around, your eyes glued to the computer screen, and when he swore he saw you buying plane tickets, you denied the allegations. You lied to him. You teamed up with his worst enemy (his father) and betrayed him.

You were leaving.

The child couldn't believe it! He knew his father needed you as much as he did, and there he was, letting you freely walk out of the house without a single look back! How could you be so heartless? He had expected that type of behavior from his dad, but not from you.

“Nooooo!” Henry whined as he rushed up to the now closed front door. He heard the lock slide into place and started to bang his fists on the wood. “Come back! You forgot to bring me with you!"

How was he supposed to survive with just his father to rely on? Who was he supposed to cuddle at night? Surely, you didn’t expect him to hug a man whose body was hard as stone and who barely had the decency to pat his back to help him go to sleep! His father paled in comparison to you. There was no competition anyway; you were number one in Henry's eyes.

Even though you told Henry to never swear again, he felt like his whole body was about to explode into exploitatives!

“You big fat poopy jerk!” Henry cursed as he started to tug at his father’s hair. It had only been a single day since you left, and he was already on edge. He had been fighting with his father since that morning, refusing to listen to anything he had to say. It all felt irrelevant. The only person Henry really listened to was the person who had just walked out of his life!

"Henry, please!" his father tried to hold the toddler back, but Henry's hands kept grabbing at any hair he could reach. Using his thumb and index finger, Henry pulled on his father's eyebrows for good measure, even twisting them and plucking a couple of strands.

"Ow! That hurts!" the older man winced at his own son's grubby hands. “Get him off, get him off!” yandere husband roared in pain.

Yandere husband's friends stood there in shock from the petulant display. They had never seen a toddler so feisty like Henry, and they didn't know what to do. Their eyes followed them as the two started to tussle in the living room. Henry's toys were still scattered about, and yandere husband tripped on one of the trucks. He howled in pain as the hard plastic object jabbed into his shin. Henry continued to squirm and kick, his face red with frustration. His determination to defy his father was unmatched, fueled by a mix of anger and sadness from your departure.

"Applesauce! Bring me the damn applesauce!"

It took four packets to calm Henry down, and with each sip, yandere husband could see his son's eyelids start to droop. Yandere husband groaned and rubbed his face to soothe the aching feeling, and soon he heard his son happily snoring away.

Henry had spent the rest of the week begrudgingly warming up to the fact that he was stuck with his father and his little group. He woke up, rubbed his eyes, and finally slept in his own room for once. His father came by around 8 am, and Henry let the man pick him up, resting his cheek on his father's shoulder. Henry was then placed into his highchair, where he watched as the four men tried to fulfill his needs.

One man was gently wiping the crumbs off Henry's face, another scooped up the peas on his plate and fed them to him, and a third fanned the kid as the temperature started to rise, while his father cooked the rest of his meal. Henry preferred this treatment, being doted on as if he were royalty.

After he finished breakfast, his father brought him back to his room and picked out his outfit for the day: a Polo Bear Cotton Jersey Tee paired with his trusty blue overalls. His father then combed his hair with his fingers, applying a bit of gel here and there, followed by applying sunscreen. And of course, his father couldn't help himself and gently pinched at his chubby cheeks.

Henry and his father went to the park, where kids around his age liked to play. The toddler mostly played on his own as he wasn't ready to socialize yet. Plus, it was scary to put himself out there. Deep down, Henry was terrified of a lot of things. He picked up his tiny purple shovel, digging away at the sand, and he noticed a shadow appeared above him. He expected it to be his dad, but the silhouette was too small. Henry slowly lifted his head, his brow quirked when he noticed a girl staring at him. She carried a green sandcastle bucket in her hand and seemed mostly interested in the shovel Henry was using.

She hadn't said anything, but Henry could tell she wanted it. His shovel was pretty cool. It wasn't a plain beach toy, it had glitter on the handle, and it was in the shape of a crocodile. Unsure of what else to do, Henry handed her the shovel. Her hand reached out eagerly to take it.

"Um… would you like to play with me?" Henry asked tentatively, his heart thumping as he hoped he wouldn't be rejected. His eyes quickly glanced down, and his face turned a light shade of pink. He felt almost embarrassed to even ask that question.

"Sure," the girl in front of him nonchalantly shrugged, sitting down next to him. "Would you like to build sandcastles with me?" She had a slight teasing smile on her face, her posture relaxed and carefree as she already picked up a good amount of sand with his shovel.

"Sure!" :)

[skele-bunny]

Mountain's Revenge. (CW) Swiss/Mountain

CW: Dubcon, Forced Intox, Sounding, Piss

Characters: Swiss, Mountain

A little gift for the amazing @hypnoneghoul ! I had such a blast with this.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

“Damnit, Swiss!” Mountain hissed between his teeth, looking down at his stash jar opened and half empty. “I just filled this thing, you stoner…”

The earth ghoul moved towards the LED section of the greenhouse and crouched down, hands delicately lifting one of the plants and listening to its hum. Mountain knew Swiss visited much too often, and that also meant he's aware of the plants ready to be harvested, dried, and trimmed. With a tail flick against the ground, Mountain stared at the mister that continued flowing before his ears perked up - cheeks turning dark as an idea came into his mind. 

Swiss knew when the next harvesting date was, and Mountain was positive he'd get the point across. Moving around, Mountain began to plant heavy ferns and letting certain plants overgrow - even if it hurt his heart to see. Through the days, he had made more frequent trips to tend to the greenhouse, and Swiss was none the wiser. Just like he hoped. Just like he planned. 

Two weeks later in the middle of the night, Mountain's ‘prophecy’ became true as Swiss peeked his head through, smiling as it was clear. The multi made his way to the handmade stock shelf, standing on his tiptoes to grab the clear jar at the top, purrs loud and content. With excitement in his step, Swiss sat down on a chair Mountain kept nearby his workbench, opening the metal clip and practicing moaning as the strong smell of cannabis snuck into his airways. It always had a strong scent of cinnamon, signifying the strength and meant for Ghoul lungs only. Satan save whatever sibling that dared to try. 

Reaching into his pocket, Swiss pulled out wraps he and Cumulus had picked out while on tour - different flavors but specifically picking out a strawberry one. Unwrapping the wrap, Swiss pulled off the lining before reaching into the jar, using his nails to measure out before grinding with care; falling into the all too familiar rhythm of rolling. He brought the roll to his tongue, licking along the side before closing with a squeeze - finally releasing with a happy purr. Swiss leaned into the chair and brought his finger up, lighting his blunt with his spare fire element. With a long drag, Swiss held himself before exhaling, giving a slight cough as the cinnamon taste was more noticeable than normal.

“Damn.” Swiss laughed under his breath, bringing the blunt back to his lips.

He had lost count, really. Was it two inhales? Eight? He didn't know. Two blunts in and Swiss couldn't even move his head much, lost in an array of different flavors and sensations. His eyes began to flutter as the sound of movement picked up on his ears, but his body proved too weak to do anything. Swiss felt so lost in head, focusing on the euphoria and numbness, he didn't notice the feeling of something creeping up his leg. Swiss let out a whine as his body was picked up, something cradling his head and lower back, sighing as he was wrapped up by his legs.

“M…” Swiss tried to lift his head. “Moun’ty?” 

There was no response, just sensations. Swiss exhaled as he felt his pants slowly being dragged down, arms carefully pulled up by the wrists and tank top discarded. 

“No,” A shaking breath. “M’ too fucked up.”

Whoever it was, whatever it was, didn't listen. Unbeknownst to Swiss, vines had emerged from both the ceiling and ground, some downing thorns and some slick and smooth. The ones with thorns wrapped around his wrists and ankles, one loose around his neck while the nude vines began to squirm and wriggle their way across his body. One of the smooths carefully pushed its tip into Swiss’ mouth, holding the last dead bit of his roach that Swiss accidentally fell asleep with. It was brought to his slightly parted lips, Swiss trying to inhale air only to meet smoke. He let out a long whine, falling more limp into the vines holding him, tail lax and freely dangling. 

The numbness through Swiss’ body felt like a switch had been turned off - mind still dull but body set ablaze. He groaned as he could feel everything down to the minute detail, how his glamor began to slip and vines went through his talons to wrap around his calves, how the thorns around his neck were barely grazing to keep him safe but still provide a threat. Swiss inhaled sharply as more nude vines began to squirm at his most sensitive parts: slowly massaging his armpits and love handles, inner thighs being completely wrapped around and squeezed, even his tail being snaked around and lightly pulled. His body absentmindedly responded to the frictions by his cock slowly chubbing, another whine dragging through his throat. 

Drool began to go down Swiss’ lip and a nude carefully began to sneak it's way up before entering his mouth, tip gliding over the multi’s tongue before suddenly shoving down his throat. It seemed like a signal as the others pounced. Swiss gagged, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, thighs forcefully opened and now feeling his cock being squeezed. Swiss wanted to squirm, wanted to bite, yell, and especially cut the damn things, but all his body could do was make him moan and whine. 

He was unaware that a budding flower that had some kind of syrup covering its petals began to lift up to his ass before it touched him, smearing it's syrup over his hole then reaching up to his cock. Swiss shivered and gagged harder as the vine in his throat shoved further down, retracting and thrusting back down. It throat fucked him with no mercy, slowly pulsing as it kept a steady rhythm - Swiss' eyes rolling back as he let out the most beautiful wet gags and chokes. He felt the bud smear at his cock’s tip before finally retracting back to its pot. 

A much thinner, tiny vine broke off from its parent as it teased his urethra. Swiss felt nothing but white fire as it slid down in, squirming and flicking around rapidly. It kept pushing and digging, Swiss left in hysterics but muffled by the vine in his throat still. Once it deemed itself fully seated, it went still, and the mother in the ghouls throat finally pulled out. Heavy breaths left the multi's throat, trying to cough and still gagging on his spit. His entire front was a deep red and yellow, body shaking as the sudden sounding caught him off guard more than he already was. 

Despite his best efforts, Swiss couldn't form a straight sentence in his head. There was nothing but feeling. Droplets of color spread amongst his consciousness, seeing the vine in his cock as a bright orange. 

Swiss felt his legs being pushed towards his chest, and it bubbled a purple. Something prodded at his home before sinking in, a green. A strained moan came from the multi ghoul’s throat, being ripped from him as he was entered by the nude. 

It didn't even bother to wait before thrusting into his body, the thorned keeping him still as the nude went into the deepest crevices, Swiss keening as he could feel it twist past his rectum and into his colon. Nothing but red and violet filled Swiss, mouth lax and fucked in both the head and now ass. His cock strained against his abdomen, the thin inside his urethra slowly starting to squirm which set him off more, pre desperate to leak out. His body was on complete fire and if he was more conscious, he would've assumed himself back in the pits. 

It felt like both torment and pleasure as he was fucked helplessly, even as his body was rotated so he was upside down so another vine near the ceiling could squirm it's way in his ass too. The two nudes went at different paces out of sink, sending Swiss into hysterics, tears trailing down his forehead to mix with his own drool. His cock felt like it was turning purple from the neglect to cum, the thin never once leaving or showing signs it was. Bliss clouded his head, lost in his intoxication and body. 

With nothing becoming clear anymore, Swiss was stuck in a repetitive circle of moaning and loose begs that wasn't coherent - just babbles and murmurs that wouldn't have sound. He could feel his slick dripping down his skin every time the nudes pulled out, slinging his own bodily fluids around. Perhaps it was just another minute, just another hour, or even a few more but all Swiss knew was that his cock ached desperately and his hole had finally begun to gape around them. With the feeling of the thin squirming, Swiss was able to let out a pain-relieved sob as it suddenly yanked out and he instantly coated himself and the ground below in both piss and cum. The vine around his neck tilted him back out of a mindless courtesy, but not once did the nudes in his hole stop.

They continued until another orgasm wrecked Swiss’ system, now fully crying from the overstimulation as his dumb, fogged brain couldn't process. He heaved for air and finally everything came to a slow stop. The nudes in his ass slowly retracted with wet squelches, watching as Swiss’ hole tried to wink to no avail from the loss. It was a gentle rotation back up so he didn't vomit, then suddenly cradled by warmth. 

Mountain looked down at his mate that laid in his arms, covered in his own mess and trying to breathe - his eyes completely pitched out with stars. He'd have to thank Aether for spiking his weed. He leaned down and kissed the multi's forehead, starting to purr as he walked out of the greenhouse; vines retracting back to their respective plants. 

“You did so good, beautiful…” Mountain mumbled, tail wagging. “Watched the entire time… I have to fuck you more like that, don't I?” 

Swiss closed his eyes, babbling again under his breath. Mountain could only chuckle, watching each step as he slowly approached the abbey. 

“I'm glad you agree.”

[stxrr-strxckk]

"Trust me darling, I'm not the man you think I am." part  II

Work rivals to lovers with Carmen Berzatto. (read part I here!!)

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x fem!reader

Synopsis: Maybe Carmy's work crush isn't as one sided as he thought...

Any warnings?: Not very proofread writing, cursing, and some innuendos

What's that on the record player?: Pretty girls make graves; The smiths

The only thing Carmy thinks about when walking into the kitchen is himself. Things like how he's going to smoke everyone in that damn kitchen like they were a pack of cigs on a smoke break. He'd make sure they knew he was the best, and there was nothing they could do about it. He was a man on a mission, laser focused on whatever he had to cook for that night. Nothing could get in his way.

Except you.

You, with the loud mouth and messy station and attitude like no other. If you weren't somehow royally fucking up another one of Carmy's dishes or moods, it was because you two were in a screaming match in the back of the kitchen.

So of course it's natural of him to be watching your every move, making sure that whatever the hell is going on in that brain, that it doesn't fuck up his routine like it has so many goddamn times in the past.

Right?

Yes, it's perfectly normal for him to spend every minute of his job, the one he worked so hard to get, ignoring everything but you. Hey, he's just being prepared. How else to make sure you're not getting in the way of his perfectly planned out station?

But lately? Carmen was beginning to realize his staring was a bit more than just a precaution.

God, ever since that fucking lamb he couldn't keep his eyes off you. That memory lived rent free in his mind 24/7, and he found his consciousness drifting there every free second he had.

Especially with what happened with the mint jelly.

"What about the mint jelly?" Carmy felt a little jolt go through his body. The look on your face, so innocent and pure. Something in him wanted to ruin it, make you feel the sin that covered his body. The hope in your eyes and the smile threatening to curve onto your gorgeous lips was enough for him to give in to your demands.

"Fuck, really? Yeah. Fuck. Let's do this." He could feel himself smiling, and you soon return the favor. How could you not? Carmen rarely smiled, but when he did? You had to admit, it was adorable. There was a child-like, naive charm about that grin. He was like a little kid again, and you just wanted to hug him in that moment.

"Great! Yeah, let's uh, let's go over here, and you can show me how to do this. Properly." God, were you really being nice to Carmen Berzatto? Fuck, what kind of demon had possessed you tonight?

You follow Carmy as he shuffles towards your station once again. He grabs the pan holding your runny jelly, grabbing a nearby spoon to taste. You feel heat rush to your cheeks. It was embarassing, really. Here was probably the best chef in all of New York-and he was taking time out of his shift to help you make a fucking jelly.

As he takes the spoon in his mouth, Carmy can feel his eyes widen. While yes, the consistency was off- it was barely even jelly, anymore, the taste was there. And it wasn't even half bad.

"Mmm," he savors the flavor, and you look at him anxiously. "That," he points to the pan. "is good shit."

"Really?" you let out a sigh of relief, and Carmy nods. The look on your face makes him want to smile again. Your bright eyes and wide smile have him thinking one thing: cute.

"Yeah, uh, I mean- it's not perfect. Definitely not perfect. Like, it's all runny and shit- and that's-that's not good. But the flavor is spot on. It's- it's fire." he replies, wiping the corner of his mouth on his sleeve before setting down the spoon.

"Thanks." you say awkwardly, gazing down at the floor. You hate to admit you're scared to meet his piercing blue gaze.

"Damn." Carmy says, placing his hands on his hips. "At least I know why they haven't fired you yet."

And just like that, Old Carmy's back.

"What do you mean, why they haven't fired me yet?" You inquire, looking up at him with slight annoyance. "Are you questioning my ability?"

"What? Oh fuck- no. No. Not at all." he stammers, trying to recover. "I just meant that- while the taste is good, the presentation is sloppy, which isn't- it's not what most restaurants want. So it's like, surprising if you haven't tasted the food that you're still around. But- but I tasted the food, and- you know what, I guess I was wrong."

"Wow, Carmen Berzatto admitting he's wrong? That's shocking, considering how fucking stubborn you are." you retort. Thank god, you were beginning to get worried that maybe you were a total asshole to this guy for no reason. But nope, you were right. Carmen's a dick.

"I- how am I stubborn? How? Give me one- one fucking example of me being stubborn. I fuckin' dare you." he raises his voice, and you take a step towards him.

"Gee, let me think. How about every fuckin' day, not taking any suggestions from anyone because you think we're all fucking below you?"

"Okay, okay- first of all, I don't think you're below me-"

"Then how come you never take anything I say seriously? It's like-"

"Don't fuckin' interrupt me, I'm trying to explain myself- if you'd let me-"

"Hey, maybe I wouldn't be interrupting you if you fucking listened to me every once in a while-"

"Maybe I'd listen if you had good ideas-"

"What, like your ideas are better than mine?"

"You know what, yeah! And my dishes are too, bitch!"

"The fuck are you saying about my dishes? You saying I'm a bad chef?"

"Actually- yeah! Yeah, I am saying that! You're a bad chef! You. Are. A. Bad-"

"Oh fuck off, Carmy!"

"Make me! Fuckin-"

"Last time I checked, this was MY station! So how about you leave me the fuck alone, Carmen?"

"I'm only over here 'cause you needed my help so goddamn badly! That lamb was fucking so raw I could hear it fuckin' bleatin' still!"

"I didn't ASK you to help! You just fuckin- sauntered over like some macho man-"

Ah, classic Carmen. Back to bickering with everyone he knew. Especially you. The other chefs start to gather around, watching your argument with the bastard. You two were leaned so close together, faces inches from the other's as you two screamed at each other.

"...Yeah, I said it, and I fucking meant it! And I'll say it again! You're a fuckin'-"

"HEY!"

Your voice fell silent, as well as Carmen's. The group of chef's surrounding you two turned, revealing a head chef who didn't look too pleased.

"Back to work everyone. This is a kitchen, not a preschool. Leave the fights for the playground."

That seemed to end it, and the crowd dispersed. You stared at where the crowd once stood, but Carmy snapped you back to reality.

"Back alley. Now."

You followed him, confused. Why were you going to the alley? To argue more? Or maybe he had something else planned. You shivered at the thought of him pushing you up against the brick wall, trapping you between his strong arms and doing whatever he wanted to you. You wish you didn't enjoy the idea.

As you left the kitchen, coat in hand, cold night air greeted your skin. It was accompanied by the smell of smoke. Carmy leaned against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips and a lighter in his right hand.

He glanced over at you, and raised his eyebrows. "Cig?" he offered the pack to you, and you shook your head.

"Smoking kills, you know." You shiver, and he shrugs.

"Why do you think I do it?"

"God, that was a stupid ass line." you laugh, rubbing your arms to try and warm them up. Curse these New York winters. You looked towards Carmy again, wondering the hell he could survive without a jacket on in his freezing weather.

"You cold?" he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"No shit, sherlock. Great observation."

He chuckles, seemingly a lot more cooled down thanks to the nicotine.

You two sit in silence for a minute, before he speaks again.

"I got a coat, you want it?"

You freeze, contemplating both your shock and your answer. Why was he being so nice? Carmy's usually the biggest asshole in New York, maybe even the united states. But here he is, offering you his coat like it's some kind of first date? Fuck, it's kinda sweet.

You nod, teeth chattering. You figure no harm done; it was either this or freeze to death on the streets of New York. Carmy takes a final puff of his cigarette, before dropping it and putting it out with his shoe. He heads back inside, returning with a heavy winter jacket. He puts it around your shoulders, and you start to feel warmer.

"Thanks." you say. He doesn't reply, enjoying the background noise of the busy New York streets. You decide this is as good a time as ever to cool down, let off some steam. You had to admit, it did get heated in there. You regretted some of the things you said, but there was no way in hell you'd admit that to him.

"Sorry I called you a bitch."

"What?" you laugh. There's no way Carmen Berzatto just apologized. He never apologizes for anything, but now he's saying sorry to you? Of all people, you?

"I said I'm sorry I called you a bitch. Wasn't cool on my end."

"... Apology accepted." you reply awkwardly, trying not to smile. It was oddly sweet of him to actually say sorry for once. "Sorry I said you were an asshole."

"Nothing I haven't heard before." he shrugged. "Plus, you weren't wrong. I was being an asshole."

"Glad you noticed." a laugh escapes your throat. Carmy feels himself blush, but maybe it's just the cold biting at his cheeks.

"So, should we head back inside?" you offered. "I don't know about you, but I'm freezing to death."

"Yeah, sure." he agrees. "You go first, I'm gonna wait out here a bit longer." he adds, watching as you rush back inside, to the heated kitchen.

"Fuck..." is all he manages to say, staring up at the dark sky. It started snowing, he noted. There was already some piled around from the last few days, but this one seemed different. This was one to enjoy. This was one for friends, for family, for lovers.

He wished you'd stayed out here with him.

A/n: Chapter 2 of my work rivals fic is DONE! Hope y'all like it, I'm pretty invested in this series. Tell me if you've got any ideas on what should happen next! Remember to reblog, like, follow, and send in requests! XX, Starr!

Wordcount: 1,885

[vidavalor]

Hi! I loooove your blog. What's an underrated GO moment that you like?

Hi! Thank you. :) Nice to meet you. I have green tea and raspberry scones for snacks today as I just got back from the bakery. *sets up plates*

You know what little scene I love? I love the bit where Shax comes to the bookshop when Aziraphale is in Edinburgh and, in the middle of threatening Crowley, asks him how to fix the hot water boiler in the apartment. It's a little moment and funny in your first pass watching it but it plays even better on rewatch and once you think about it a little beyond just the initial laugh.

In the attack on the bookshop, we see that Shax is one of those demons that is like the angels in that she thinks of food as human and beneath her. She makes fun of Aziraphale for his human hungers-- for food, for Crowley (who isn't in the bookshop when she's saying this stuff.) So, she's not exactly teaching herself to become a gourmet chef in that apartment now that she's on Earth. She doesn't cook and she doesn't do dishes, really, but... she needs the hot water working badly enough that she's willing to swallow her pride and ask Crowley for help in fixing it, which means her human indulgences are hot showers and honestly? If I'd spent millennia in Hell and got to escape to Crowley's place in Mayfair, you couldn't drag me for a hundred years from whatever tropical rainforest paradise shower Crowley had in that place lol so I can't really blame her. Not to mention that there's not exactly a lot of privacy in Hell, if ya feel me? A lady demon who has finally escaped topside of the fiery pits of Hell might be reluctant to admit it but she might have found one or two things about having a human corporation are not completely horrible... maybe so not completely horrible enough that she's desperate enough to go to the being who has not taught her what Google is for his own amusement for assistance with getting that hot water boiler operational again as soon as is demonically possible lol. (Crowley's canonically excellent taste in showerheads is absolutely the most top of mind meta you're going to find today, I know lol.)

Anyway, this means that Shax interrupted Crowley's afternoon of Operation Lovebirds: Shop Lesbian Vavoom to ask him to make it rain for her in the apartment.

He really hasn't done this much weather in ages.

It's also funny to me that the hot water boiler has rebelled against Shax by giving her two yellow lights (Crowley's eyes) and the solution for it, according to black-clad, silver necklace Crowley, is to turn a black tab on a silver loop. Whether Crowley's apartment is just in revolt against Shax or whether we're poking fun at the fact that Shax appears to have a little thing for Crowley or both, it's amusing.

Not to mention that Crowley's little lesson in locating the "hot water boiler tab" involves finger movements the likes of which have never been used to fix a hot water boiler in all our days lol. Crowley's a free-thinking Cupid. You gotta vavoom with your own damn self sometimes-- he gets it, girl. He's all the flavors of Baskin Robbins, Shax, and he's been on Earth for ages. He knows what he's doing. Take notes lol. If you find the black tab on the silver loop, it'll turn the hot water back on and then if you follow his non-verbal instructions here...

Besides the humor, though, this little moment is also happening in the segment of the story in which Crowley and Gabriel have been puzzling out the origins of gravity together. The heaviness of watching Crowley unable to remember building the universe is balanced a bit here, when they remind us through this scene in which he appears to be explaining something he built to fix his problematic hot water boiler that his curiosity and his need to take things apart to see how they work are not things that can be taken from him and that he rebuilds by literally rebuilding things.

(Aziraphale, we all know you've been breaking things around the bookshop for the last two hundred years and then calling Crowley and telling him that you couldn't possibly use another frivolous miracle to fix it or Gabriel will send you another strongly-worded note and would he please come over... and yes, it is a pipe under the sink again, how did he know? lol)

[pumpkinbxtch]

hey queen bean!!! 💛 i wanna start off saying i’m so glad we’re moots HEHEHE <333 i was also hoping if i could request a leo blurb or oneshot maybe like,, a quince night with him?? like maybe he got invited and the reader is like his plus one??

I WENT TO A QUINCE ONCE OF ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS AND IT WAS THE BEST PARTY IVE EVER BEEN TO i think about it to this DAYYY. LIKE THE FOOD?? delish. THE DANCING OH MY GOSH I WAS DANCING ALL NIGHT

okay i’ll stop rambling 🤲 hope we interact more!!!

sunkisses, sunni! ☼ *. mwuah!

quinceañera night ✧⁠*⁠。

— leo valdez x fem!reader

warnings: language

a/n: Hello, Sunni! I'm also happy that we are mutual, I assure you that sometimes you won't get me out of your comments, lol. Here is this little blurb (I don't know how it turned out, I always write this before, but I hope it's okay 😮‍💨) I love when these things are mixed together because I'm Mexican so, it's my things ig. I'm going to stop rambling too, I hope you like it. 😭 mwuahh.

You were pissed, like, really pissed.

But Leo had invited you to that party, and between your pride and letting him go with someone else? NEVER. So, you ended up with him at the entrance of the party hall, fixing your heels.

The way Leo acted like a total gentleman with you killed you, annoyed you, frustrated you, because he wasn't yours, and you weren't his. That annoyance squeezed your guts, and you bit your lip uncomfortably.

Pretending not to care about not labeling your relationship or that everything could stay the same for a thousand years just to avoid suffocating him with the question was so hard. But you couldn't help but live with the constant fear that someone better than you would snatch away the person you loved the most.

— Ready — he said, giving your heel buckle a final check. He was at your feet with that beaming smile, the way his curls fell from his forehead should be illegal for the way it made your stomach flutter. — Does it feel okay?

You huffed and lightly pushed him with the tip of your shoe, making him lose balance momentarily as you stood up. Leo let out a charming laugh that made warmth spread to your cheeks. You were about to turn around to slap him hard and then kiss him.

He trotted to catch up with you and offered his arm.

— Señorita? —he raised an eyebrow.

— Leo

And you hooked onto him. Even though that had already happened, right?

Oh, damn. YOU NEVER HAD MORE FUN AT A PARTY.

— Let's go, let's have some fun — he sang in your ear. You looked him directly in the eyes, and he winked at you. Leo was already lively on his own, but you had never seen him like this, jumping around and giving playful smiles. He was having a good time, and for both of your sakes, you wanted to enjoy the party too.

Indeed, Leo was actually too happy because he was showing you a side of him that wasn't easy to reveal, not because he had issues with it, but simply because you can't find easily people who enjoy pozole, celebrate quinceañeras, or any festivities the way they did.

— Here — you saw him run from a few meters away to your table and extend a fruit skewered on a stick. You raised an eyebrow for an explanation.

— Jicaleta.

"Jica- what?" but oh, Zeus, it was delicious. You never thought a Jicama on a stick with chili would be such a delicacy.

Leo sat back down next to you and nudged your shoulder to get your attention. The expression on your face wouldn't have changed for a million dollars; the sparkle in your eyes was enough to have him giving you one of those looks that you knew meant trouble, so you decided to ignore it.

—What are you looking at? — You huffed, and before you could fully look away, he cupped your cheek to stop you.

— At you — cooed. He brushed off tiny sugar remnants from the corner of your lips. Those tiny crystals stayed on his thumb, and instead of wiping them on a napkin, he brought them to his mouth, tasting a bit of that sweet flavor. In an attempt to hide your nervousness, you furrowed your brow and wrinkled your nose.

—Ew.

Leo rolled his eyes.

— Oh, come on — he scoffed and kissed you softly. With his plush lips on yours, for a moment, you needed nothing more than this moment.

"The grill is open. You can order your tacos, and there's also barbecue."

But Leo seemed to need more food. And he got up, pulling you by the hand towards the forming line.

— Okay, okay. Try them — you groaned.

— Leo, I've already tried the tacos. I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary. — He repeatedly shook his head, so abrupt that you feared for his neck.

— No, linda — he took a taco from his own plate and held it up like a religious act; you could almost see some heavenly light surrounding the food, but it was probably just the party lights. — This is a real taco, not those sold with hard tortillas!

If only you could keep track of how many times you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, the person playing an undefined role in your life (who called himself Leo) extended the food for you to try, and you took a bite.

The exquisite flavor made you cover your mouth and raise your eyebrows in surprise.

— Fuck — you said with your mouth full. Leo smiled triumphantly and kissed your cheek.

— I told you. Now, squeeze some lemon on it, squeeze some lemon on it!

Definitely, the most peculiar part for you was when the birthday girl started dancing with her chambelanes¹.

— Why is she dancing to us if it's her birthday?

Leo chuckled, still wrapping his arm around your shoulders and his head slightly resting on yours as you admired the girl changing outfits about five times and dancing various music genres in less than 10 minutes.

“Mordida²! Mordida! Mordida!"

Once again, you looked at him for an explanation. You applauded along with the rhythm but didn't understand why the quinceañera looked so nervous and complained at times.

—She has to take a bite of the cake.

You contorted your face in confusion and looked at her closely. Once the girl leaned slightly over the cake, her brother, mother, and father smashed it onto her, regardless of whether she choked. You felt slightly sorry for her until you saw that amidst all the icing and cream, she was also smiling and laughing brightly.

— Does she know that will be recorded? — you asked, looking at the cameraman who was also smiling at the scene.

— She knows — Leo took your hand and kissed your knuckles. Once again, that knot formed in your stomach, and you discreetly pulled your hand away. Slowly but surely, you were getting tired of his deliberate touch; you liked it, but you couldn't ignore your feelings.

It seemed that the elaborate itinerary of the quinceañera had ended, and only enjoyment remained; people were already on the dance floor or chatting animatedly at the tables while some kids ran around with candies in their hands. You were truly having a good time, and you liked learning more about this side of Leo.

— And? — he leaned towards you, and you leaned back.

— I'm having fun — you admitted and grabbed one of those candies on the centerpieces; it was called "tamborcito," it was so small that it was endearing that it was just a lump of sugar and chili, delicious.

The brunette leaned closer to you, searching your eyes, but you weren't in the mood for that kind of game.

Watching couples dance, kiss, and share a moment of celebration created a bittersweet feeling in you; you longed for something you didn't have. His hand found yours, and when you finally met his eyes, there was hardness in your gaze, the same hardness that pricked Leo's chest, giving him the sensation that something was not right, but what could it be?

— I'm going to the bathroom — you said, snatching the opportunity to avoid his questions. He watched you walk away and sank into his chair, letting out a loud groan. "The way she makes me nervous should be illegal," he thought.

Same thoughts, no communication.

You fixed your makeup a bit, wiped the excess sweat from your forehead, and adjusted your dress. You were glad you didn't have to be selling a wound or planning strategies; you were just a girl with a guy. As you dried your hands, you laughed sarcastically. If only you were his girl; you barely wanted to walk back to him.

You watched Leo from the bathrooms as he seemed to nod his head to the rhythm of the music; he looked so cute that it made you throw a little tantrum, taking advantage that no one saw you.

— Hi — a guy said beside you. You jumped, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.

In the end, he asked you to dance.

Yes. Not Leo, that guy, and you thought, "screw it, why not?"

The guy smiled widely when you took his hand. If your UNDEFINED relationship with Leo would serve you anything, what better than to take advantage with a cute guy.

Meanwhile, Leo was starting to get impatient. How long could you take in the bathroom? He got up from the table with the intention of looking for you, but seeing you dance on the dance floor made his soul sink to his feet. And dances are VERY different at a quinceañera; sure, there's everything, but DANCING was a very different matter. Leo wouldn't have worried if it had been a cumbia or salsa, but bachata? the way that guy held you by the hips and led you while dancing drove him crazy.

His blood began to boil, and he tried to calm himself to avoid losing control over his powers to prevent himself from igniting. He made his way towards you, dodging people and apologizing until a click in his head made him stop in his tracks. With what right would he snatch you from the arms of that man? If he just remembered friends with benefits were famous because exactly, there was nothing to explain to the other.

Moreover, he observed your face, with a huge smile and your eyes focused on not messing up the next step. The colorful lights illuminated your face beautifully. He clenched his fist and returned to his place.

You hadn't stopped dancing with the guy; he was kind and taught you patiently.

You pouted as you walked through the garden of the hall and saw Leo kicking a rock with the tip of his shoe. There was the problem; no matter how attentive he had been or how good a match he seemed, he wasn't him.

Your friend's shoulders brushed against the branches of a bush, and he abruptly stopped.

— Did you have fun?— he asked with a certain acidity in his voice; you knew what he was getting at, but you didn't want to give it importance.

— Tons — you balanced on one foot as you unfastened your shoe. Leo just nodded with his gaze fixed on the bush as he caressed the foliage with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes and dropped the heel to the ground to unfasten the other one.

— Why that face, Leo? — It wasn't your intention to sound so mocking, but you couldn't help but feel a certain pleasure in his jealousy. He gave you a scowling look and huffed.

— I'm not making any face — he tore off the leaf and burned it in his hands. Jealousy was eating him alive.

— If you say so — you pulled a piece of paper from the bag hidden in your dress and smiled.

The guy tore another branch forcefully when he saw you smile and extended his hand, taking the piece of paper from you.

— Hey!

— Did he give you his number?

— And what if he did?

He inhaled loudly and felt pathetic. It was true. He returned it to you, still annoyed, and sat on the edge of the planter as you finished taking off your shoe. Both palms resting on his cheeks with that grumpy expression.

— I have something to say — he said once three seconds had passed, which for him felt like an eternity. You rolled your eyes again and put your hand on your hip, dropping the other heel. You were already barefoot on the pavement.

— What?

— I like you.

You softened your expression, replacing it with one of confusion.

— What?

— I like you, I love you — Leo looked up and gave you a flat, resigned smile.

— Like... what?

Leo scratched the back of his neck and straightened up.

— I like you, I love you, let's be boyfriend and girlfriend.

He thought it had been a great way to declare his feelings, but instead, you crumpled the piece of paper with the guy's number and threw it at his face, poking his left eye.

— Auch!

— Dumbass

And you held back a sob. It was so unfair. He seemed to read your thoughts and stood up.

— Okay, okay, okay. Wait, don't look — he took you by the shoulders and turned you around so you faced away. You heard the leaves rustle and some twigs snap; when he reappeared in your sight, he had his hair tousled and some bougainvillea branches in his hand. His eyes pleading and nibbling lightly on his lips. — Can we finally be together and stop with the nonsense once and for all because I can't stand seeing you with someone else, and besides, you're my best friend? Come on, say yesss

You couldn't hold that serious image for long. You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him on the cheek, for the first time confident.

— You're an idiot.

— I'll take that as a yes.

You nodded frantically and kissed him, this time on the lips, with such force that your red lipstick left a mark on him.

— Damn, finally — Leo celebrated and lifted you in a bridal style, making you scream with happiness. He leaned down with you to tangle the straps of your heels on his fingers and set off towards the car. — I'll take you home.

You raised both arms as if you were on a roller coaster. smiled ecstatically, with flushed cheeks. — Take me home!

¹ chambelanes: are the dancers who the quinceañera, usually they're a mix of family, professionals and the boyfriend.

² mordida: bite

[otomiyaa]

Popsicle.🔞

Ichikawa Giichi x Kikuchihara Jin

A/N: I doubt theres anyone who would read this BUT all of a sudden this fic idea popped up in my head and jumped the to-write queue!!

all because of this tweet. I randomly picked this couple from Tasogare Outfocus to write it with.

Summary: What starts as an innocent moment enjoying their delicious popsicles, ends in something hot and sexy Jin will never ever forget. (Also on AO3)

Warnings: Smut, tickling, bj

Word Count: 1.4K

Jin's popsicle was melting. He felt it drip on his hand, but he wouldn't even bother licking it clean. All he could do was stare in disbelief at Giichi.

Giichi didn't even realize he was staring. His lips and mouth worked on the popsicle of his own like it was- a, a.... Jin blushed and stared at the way Jin's tongue slid around the popsicle. The way he sucked on it, how a little drip made it out and ran down his chin.

So damn erotic. Giichi didn't seem aware, but he did notice one other thing.

"Eat up. Yours is melting."

Jin glanced down at the mess on his hand and pants, and he nodded. He licked his popsicle again, but geez, it was getting hot in here. He couldn't blame his popsicle for melting so soon. The way Jin was burning with lust and desire just from watching his boyfriend eat an innocent popsicle, it wouldn't be a surprise if the heat he was radiating would set the room on fire by now.

He had to control himself, contain himself, stop himself and- wait, but why actually? If Giichi was seducing him like this, even if unconsciously, as his boyfriend Jin had the right to respond. Right?

"It's for you," Jin huffed, shoving his dripping popsicle into Giichi's hand before cupping his cheek and inserting his tongue right away. Giichi moaned as Jin's hot tongue replaced the cold popsicle that was there just now.

"Hmmh! W-wh-hmmmh!" Giichi squirmed, both his hands each holding up a melting popsicle while Jin kissed him hungrily. He could taste the sweet flavors on his lover's cold and sexy tongue, he could feel him squirm underneath him, their lower bodies rubbing together and stimulating him even more. Ah yes, this was what he wanted and needed.

Jin brought his fingers to the edge of Giichi's shirt, lightly trailing against his warm skin before entirely sliding right underneath the clothing, pushing his shirt up and letting his fingers travel up his warm torso.

"H-hey! Wha... Ahh, no, w-wait. T-they're melting," Giichi whined as the sticky liquids ran down his hands and dripped onto himself.

"And whose fault is that?" Jin hummed in between fiery kisses.

"Yours," Giichi whined, but he refused to drop the popsicles and use his strength to shove Jin away. Jin traced little patterns on Giichi's bare skin under his shirt, and he could feel him jump and squirm. Heh, he was so sensitive. He wondered how much he would allow before finally discarding those miserable popsicle sticks.

"Hnghh! Jin- n-now's not... ahhehe, that.. it-!" Giichi's voice sounded so cute and pitchy that Jin couldn't help but use more pressure to tickle him on purpose. He lightly wiggled his fingers against Giichi's upper ribs and enjoyed to hear him giggle.

"It what? Tickles?" he asked, still pausing in between hungry kisses. Giichi nodded weakly.

"Do not," he warned, and yet he didn't seem to work that hard to prevent him.

"Or what?" Jin tickled him again, and he watched Giichi curl up helplessly.

"Nohoho! Waha- th-thehese are- ahahah!" He tried to cover himself up to protect him from Jin's fingers, and ended up covering himself with the sticky melted popsicle leftovers.

"You're making a mess, dear," Jin said jokingly, and dipped his head to lick at the tasty stuff that had dripped on Giichi's belly.

"D-don't ahah! Nohoho!" Giichi giggled adorably. He squirmed weakly but didn't make too much of a scene. In fact, his struggling was so limited that Jin could tickle and fondle him with ease. He brought his hand lower and rubbed against Giichi's crotch, and at the same time continued to tickle him with his tongue.

He dipped with the tip of his tongue into his belly button and smirked to taste some of the popsicle. Sweet! It had even gotten in there!

Giichi twitched and threw his head back. "Not thahat! Y-you're so- ahah!"

"So what? You haven't been speaking in full sentences love," he lectured while he continued to tease and please him at the same time. He could feel the clear bulge in Giichi's pants as he rubbed him, and he proceeded to unbutton his pants.

"You cahahan't," Giichi cried through the sweetest giggles, but his body wasn't telling the same. He was aroused, stimulated, and he even lifted his hips slightly so Jin could take off his pants.

There was no more trace of any of their popsicles on the miserable sticks in his hand, and Jin was pleased to lick the remains off Giichi's ticklish and sticky body while one hand tickled his side with soft scribbles, and the other grabbed his stiff erection.

"Why k-keep tihickling me- ahah!" Giichi protested, shaking his head and squirming when Jin's tongue and fingers continued to feel ticklish.

"Because. You look so sweet and erotic when I do," was Jin's honest reply, and he licked his way up from Giichi's tummy to his chest, where he started to flick the tip of his tongue against his nipple.

"Ahheh! N-not there," Giichi whispered, but he arched his back, meeting Jin's mouth eagerly. He also moved his hips, meeting the hand that was stroking his dick and demanding more.

He looked way too sexy for his own good. His face was bright red, his eyes teary, his hair messy, his glasses askew... Everything about him turned Jin on, so so badly.

"My dearest Ichikawa Giichi. Always erotic you are. When you are tickled," Jin spoke, and he tickled Giichi more aggressively to demonstrate.

"WAhha!"

"And when you're eating... that cursed... popsicle," Jin mumbled, kissing and licking his way back down Giichi's squirming body again until he was at the right height to let his mouth replace his hand.

"Wait wait - what... Aaah!" Giichi moaned. He was so hard and wet, and Jin enjoyed his familiar salty taste that mixed with the lingering flavor of the popsicle.

"What d-do you mean, p-pops-Ehh!" Giichi moaned. He was clenching the sticks still in his sticky hands, his body trembling while he shuddered from the pleasure.

Jin held both sides of Giichi's waist while he gave him the blowjob of a lifetime. And still those pesky fingers of his, hehe, they just couldn't help-

"Hyaah!" Sorry, Giichi. Jin smirked. He really couldn't stop himself.

Giichi unconsciously fucked Jin deep in the mouth when Jin tickled him with soft and gentle squeezes. Not that it stopped him. He felt Giichi collapse again, his legs stretching and bending uncomfortably as he continued to feel the combination of tickling and pleasure.

"Y-you're kihilling me ahahaha!" He finally let go of those dirty little sticks and moved his sticky fingers into Jin's hair, grabbing his hair strands tightly and tugging them while he continued to move his hips to meet Jin's needy mouth.

Now you know what it feels like - would have been Jin's reply to make clear that Giichi was killing him first by merely eating a damn popsicle, but Jin couldn't say anything with his mouth full.

And normally he would notice when Giichi was building towards his climax, but this time it came quite unexpected when his mouth was filled all of a sudden.

Jin swallowed it like a pro and only needed to cough once. Then he slowly moved back, his body a little sore from kneeling before Giichi like this.

"T-that was..." Giichi mumbled breathlessly while he caught his breath.

"Hot? Fantastic? The most incredible blowjob ever? I know. Learned from the best," Jin said proudly, and he licked his lips.

Giichi frowned and stared for a moment. "What do you mean?"

Jin shrugged. "Oh I don't know. The way you ate your popsicle just now truly inspired me."

Giichi continued to stare for a moment. Then his eyes widened in realization. "Y-you mean...?"

"I can't believe you didn't even realize. I forbid you to ever eat one of those things around anyone else. Got it?" Jin sighed, crossing his arms.

"....Alright."

To Jin's surprise, Giichi suddenly reached out and grabbed Jin right where he was hot and hard, and Jin let out a soft mewl.

"Then now I think it is my turn... for a..." Giichi cringed visibly but said it out loud anyway: "...popsicle."

Jin snorted and they both started to laugh. "Did your BL manga teach you that?" he asked. Giichi shook his head.

"No, you did. Just now." And Jin was surprised when he was slowly pushed down, and then sucked off like never before.

Maybe it was because he felt those lips and tongue on himself after witnessing them do this and that to the stupid popsicle, or because Giichi's sexy moans and giggles were still resounding in his head, but he had never felt this good before!

[makeyoumine69]

I Wanna Feel You in My Bones

◥ PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Patrick decided to show you how to train more effectively, but he didn't tell you that it would involve sex.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │porn with feelings, oral (both receiving), clothes ripping kink, vaginal sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play, body worship, teasing, heavy Daddy kink, mild degradation kink, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names, sensual baby Patrick himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 2.5k

◥ A/N: I kept this in my drafts for too long! Many thanks to the amazing anon who sent me this request, and my dear @thesirenrealm for the gif set she made for me!💞 Hope you like it! *hugs*

◥ SONG REC: Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes🔥

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Your heavy breathing bounced around Bateman's fashionable living room as you tried your best to finish the damn stomach crunches he asked you to do.

"No, no, Cupcake," Patrick scolded, standing near his audio system and watching you from above. "That doesn't count!"

Huffing, you glowered at him, small droplets of sweat running down your aching abs. "W-what? Why?!"”

“You are slacking off…a lot.” Smirking, he got closer and leaned down to touch your belly.

"Well," you stammered as his cold finger caressed your skin, painting invisible lines across it. "I'm not as physically fit as you."

"That's why you need to work harder," Patrick said, pressing his palm against your stomach and licking his lips briefly as his tantalizing gaze roamed shamelessly over your tense body. "'C'mon, baby. Move!"

Desperately, you let out an exhausted whine before you obeyed and did a few more crunches, feeling your muscles tighten like a string.

"Good girl," Bateman crooned, holding your bent legs to keep you in place. "Keep going, you're almost there."

“You’re not helping!” You muffled as you seemed to reach your limit.

"Really?" A small chuckle echoed in your ears. Shaking his head, Patrick knelt beside you and lifted your hips up to smack your juicy ass. "Next time I won't hold your legs. No one helps me when I work out, you know."

You wriggled in his grip, trying to slip out, but that only encouraged him to drag you closer. And then his powerful arms were already pulling your leggings off, tickling your bare skin a bit.

"Patrick..." you gave him an innocent look, pressing a finger to your half-open lips. "I'm too tired."

Sneering, Patrick exposed your butt, squeezing it with his both hands. “You don’t need to do anything, silly. Not now.”

You gasped as his large palms were still playing with your buttocks, sending shivers down your spine. “G-God…you're incorrigible, m-mhm…”

No matter how weary you were, this man was evoking something primal inside your gut, something that could force your blood to rush in your veins, melting your body like a candle. 

Possessively, Bateman cupped your heated pussy, not surprising how wet you already were. “Did watching me exercising aroused you that much, my slutty girl?” 

Without resistance, he pushed your panties aside and rubbed your swollen lower lips to taste your sweet flavor.

“Ah, Daddy…” You mewled, watching him suckling off his fingers and touching his hard groin. 

Trembling, you could definitely see the outline of his huge dick thanks to the tight gray pants he was wearing. With a quiet growl, Patrick pulled on your leggings way too harshly for just removing them and then, you heard a distinctive sound of ripping fabric.

"W-what are you..." before you could say that, Bateman's muscular hands were already working on tearing your underwear apart, not even paying attention to your angry protests. "Stop! That was my favorite!"

"Leggins or panties?" He laughed in a mocking way, tossing hunks of fabric to the floor and lifting your bottom.

“Both!”

"What a shame," his devilish smile was brighter than the sun, even his slightly sweaty locks couldn't hide it. “But don’t worry, Daddy will get you new ones.”

"But-" an electric shock coursed through your body as his heated mouth touched the delicate skin of your inner thigh, forcing your words to stick like a lump in your throat. "Aa-ahh, Patrick..." 

Shyly, you covered your face with the palm of your hand, feeling the growing tension as he approached your mound. Panting with excitement, Patrick whispered: "Damn, I love the way you get embarrassed," he purred, leaving tiny hickeys wherever he could. "My delicate...mmm-little Cupcake."

After saying that, he greedily moved your hips closer, raising them higher and resting your legs on his broad shoulders, and then he couldn't wait any longer to bury his face between your legs as he began to eat your sleek pussy.

Right away you arched your back from the sharp spasm in your womb, his wet tongue swirling around your blushing clit so perfectly, so masterfully. And of course Bateman knew how good he was making you feel when he heard your sweet, innocent moans that made his cock twitch from how fucking hard it was.

“Pull up your top and play around with your nipples, I wanna watch,” he didn’t ask you–he insisted. “You’re shaking  already, how pathetic.”

Sobbing, you did what he wanted and now you were balancing yourself on the edge of pure bliss, rolling your taut peaks between your fingers while his experienced mouth was sucking out all of your sweet juices. 

"A-aww," you almost screamed as Patrick gripped your ass and lifted your lower body even higher, not letting you move and looking at you from above while lapping at your dripping cunt. “Oh, G-God…” that was certainly a big mistake, to stare at him back, as your inner walls were about to clench into a spiral from the eye contact you made. “Pat-Patrick, please…Take m-me…”

"Take you? What do you mean?" Teasingly, he tugged on your sore clit with a squelch, his chin glistening in the daylight with your slickness.

What an asshole.

“Stop pretending!” you hissed as he kept doing nothing, but waiting for your answer. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Maybe I do…but I want you to say that,” with a sassy smirk, Bateman made one flat lick across your sensitive folds. “Cupcake, if you want I can lean over…and you will whisper it into my ear.”

Rolling your eyes, you felt him moving along your body. Oh shit, was he really serious?

“So?” He climbed on top of you before he bit your lower lip, pressing you down with his massive muscles.

“Mmhm,” you shrugged and whimpered beneath his solid frame as he brushed his hips against yours, to make sure you knew how stony his dick was. “Fuck me…D-Daddy.”

“And how do you want me to do this?” Bateman whispered near your cheek, and then he playfully licked your earlobe, coaxing all of your insides to cramp almost painfully. “Tell me more, baby…”

“Fuck me… just the way you like it, Daddy.”

“Really?” he continued to rub himself against you, grinning sparkly from how your hands were nervously tracing against the floor. “You must be really desperate…”

You exhaled noisily, when Patrick came back to his previous position, resting on his knees in front of your opened wide legs. Smoothly, he put off his sweaty white T-shirt, letting you admire his perfect torso–you couldn't take your eyes off of the small drops of sweat that were running down his small trail of hair and damn, that vein under his navel. 

And of course, Patrick couldn't miss your foggy gaze which was hungrily tracing all around his firm frame. Arrogantly, he drew close to your neck to leave a noticeable wet mark on it before he kissed your mouth really hard, pushing his strong tongue inside as far as he could. Closing your eyes, you nearly choked, frantically clawing at his broad back, feeling his strong muscles tense under your touch. 

Eventually, Bateman broke away from your lips to tease your hard nipple a bit, as he couldn't leave his favorite tits without his attention. Licking and sucking on your tip, he was literally tormenting your strained mind when he suddenly grabbed both of your hands and pressed them against his beefy tiddies, sliding them down over his abdomen to his pubis.

Panting sharply, you almost froze in place, glancing at him from under your lashes, but he only smiled at you as he got closer to your face, caressing it and tracing his long finger across your lips to make you know what he wanted. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pulled down his gray pants, exposing his glistening tip, and then you gave it a few kitten licks, causing his palms clenched into fists.

“Babydoll…” he groaned, nearly audible as you took his full length inside your mouth. Gritting his teeth,  Patrick tilted his head down to see your plump lips latched around his thick shaft. “So needy…so slutty, ah-fuck…”

Soon, his pounding became more and more persistent, you even had to lean on his hips to slow him down a bit. But then, Bateman pulled his dick out from your mouth as suddenly as he pushed it in, leaving behind a thin trail of your saliva.

“Gosh, Patrick…” you muffled, hungerly catching the air. “You’re insane.”

“Yes, (Y/N),” he mused husky, prodding his leaking cock against your wet little hole. “I am.”

A loud, uncontrolled moan escaped your lips before you realized it as he fucked you slowly but deeply, his solid hips meeting yours in perfect synchrony; his languid breathing was all that mattered to you now, even your own gasping was nothing compared to his, especially when he towered over you, demanding in a stern tone: “Let it out, Cupcake.” Gently, Patrick placed his arms under your shoulder blades, hugging you tightly to keep you closer and never stopping to thrust into your spasming pussy.

Shuddering with every push he made, you submitted to his will, again. “Please… k-kiss me…”

Domineeringly, Bateman clasped your chin to open your lips even wider as your wet tongues slipped against each other in a sensual dance of pure lust. God, you were so close, the way he drilled into your tight inner channel was almost brutal, yet so delightful, his ferocity and almost affectionate caresses making you sink into emotions you never knew you could feel.

“Pat…Patrick…” You cried out, as you couldn't take it any longer.

“I know, dear,” growling, Patrick looked into your hazy eyes before pushing himself as deep as he could, his heavy balls hitting your ass made you almost squirm. “Mm-mhh…wrap your legs around my back…I need to feel you closer.”

His sudden words took your breath away because he sounded so sentimental and desperate - he was already fucking you so hard and it was still not enough. There was no more thinking as you hooked your hips around his loin, crossed them and then let yourself go. The next second you were cupping his firm ass and Bateman couldn't resist sneering in ecstasy, even with his messy hair he looked so perfect.

Everything about him seemed to be perfect, the way he treated your body was not an exception. Seizing the moment, when your legs only started to shake, Bateman pulled out of you abruptly and went down on you again, swiping your clit with his hot tongue.

“Aa-ahh, Daddy…Aa-www…” Your voice waved as you climaxed so intensively, you had to grab on the mat beneath your quivering body.

“Mmm…” Patrick moaned against your cunt, tightly holding your legs to prevent them from closing, his fierce mouth never stopped devouring your tender flesh.

“A-awww, f-fuck…ah!” Still trembling, you yelped with how his thin curling fingers were suddenly stimulating your G-spot, prolonging your orgasm and forcing you to gush like a fucking whore. 

"Well, well, well... look who just cummed so hard," Bateman rejoined, stuffing his fingers into you to the knuckles, your sleek flavor almost floating on his Rolex, which he always wore, but he didn't care. "Jesus, are you going to flood my apartment?"

His mocking words only urged your inner muscles to clench tighter around his fingers, you thought you were going to faint as you felt yourself so light-headed and completely devastated. But yet, you managed to lean on your elbows to see him licking off his fingers and lazily stroking his soaked cock. 

“What about you, Daddy?” 

Patrick brushed his sweaty hair away, unable to stop a broad smile from appearing on his tense face as his wild nature craved a sweet release – it yearned for you. "Oh, you're so lovely, Cupcake," he beckoned with his finger, and you followed him as if hypnotized. "Do you want to take care of me, honey? Make Daddy feel so good?"

You nodded, barely breathing, but the tantalizing sight of his twitching cock gave you no chance as you let the longing heat in your body take over, forgetting everything, there was only you and him and your ravenous need to meld together.

Without saying a word, you allowed him to sit you on his firm knees and ring your legs around his back, and then you shrugged when he bottomed out, because you were already so worked up that it even hurt.

"Mmm, Patrick..." you huffed into his ear, keeping up the pace and riding him more deeply. "You're so b-big...Gosh...Ahhh, please...fill me with your seed!"

"Ahh, you want my cum?" He squeezed your waist, controlling your movements and helping you a little as he fucked you from below. 

"A-aawhh...yes!" you bounced on his beefy shaft, desperately hugging his strong shoulders as you let him wreck you like a toy. "I want it all...till the last d-drop...p-please."

With a guttural sound, Bateman grabbed your ass, rammed deep but sloppily into you, and the next moment you felt his hot liquid pumping you from inside, painting the walls of your womb white; his fingers digging almost painfully into your soft skin as his orgasm hit him hard.

A little while later, you were both still writhing in pleasure, his strong arms wrapped around you like ropes, as if he was afraid you would disappear like a mirage. Panting, you looked down at him, pulling away his brown tresses to see his peaceful face, now so flushed from the heat. Mesmerized, you didn't even realize that you were literally admiring his perfect features, tracing a finger along his cheekbone while his eyes were tightly shut. But when he suddenly opened them, your blurry gazes met and you felt as if you had been caught doing something wrong. But was it really that wrong or was it just in your head?

"Cupcake..." Bateman let out a sharp breath before leaning in to kiss you on the lips, wiping away all thoughts, leaving nothing but the illusive sensation that this man belonged to you, completely and irrevocably. 

Afterwards, Patrick pressed his forehead against yours and you were so afraid of ruining the moment that you stayed still in his embrace, listening to his rapid heartbeat. 

Unfortunately, that did not last long as he got up and left you on the mat while he removed his pants completely. Huffing, you watched him stroll around his living room completely naked, and holy hell... he was still so hard. You gasped when you heard him talking with his casual, arrogant intonation:

"When you remember how to walk, join me in the shower," he said as he headed toward the bathroom, his solid hips swinging with each step. "But don't make me wait too long."

The last vestiges of his vulnerability faded with him as the sound of the door closing echoed in your ears. Still, it helped you wake up from your naive reflection on his candor.

You wished you could just stop thinking, you wished you were free, you wished you never met him.

[enhaheeseung]

Sicko pt.2 - lee. Heeseung

♡ Paring: pervert heeseung x fem reader! ♡

Warnings!: smut, male masturbation, use of sex toys, use of lube, unprotected sex, deep throating, cunnilingus, sexual acts in public, breeding kink, dry humping, pillow humping, a tiny baby tad pinch of katoptronophilia, dirty talk, panty sniffing/stealing, slight subby heeseung, one sided love, angst, heartbreak, I hope that’s all, please proceed with caution, mdni!

Note: finally, it’s here! I hope everyone enjoys it as much as the first part. Also, I got a little carried away hehe

WC 8k

Masterlist

Sicko Pt.1

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For now

Wasn't very long.

Within the time span of two weeks, his obsession with you escalated to the point of no return.

To the point, he was waiting for you to take a shower so he could sneak in and get a whiff of your worn underwear.

He inhaled your natural scent inviting it to travel all throughout his lungs and straight to his dick.

He stuck out his tongue and flattened it against the crotch area of your panties to get a little taste of you, savoring the flavor of your sweet essence on his tongue.

You smelled amazing, and your taste was indescribable as it danced on his tastebuds. He wished the taste would linger on his tongue forever.

Undoing the button on his jeans, he sighs quietly while pulling out his hard throbbing length and placing it on the countertop.

He holds onto the bathroom counter for support veins protruding on his forearm from how tightly he gripped it.

He held your panties up to his nose. Rutting his cock against the bathroom counter to alleviate some of the ache between his legs.

He flicks his tongue across the satin material of your panties with each thrust of his hips.

The reflection in the mirror gave him a clear view of how desperate and pathetic he looked, humping the counter with his roommate's panties shoved in his mouth, but he really couldn't give a damn about it. It felt too fucking good to stop.

So good that he squirted all of his warm cum onto the cool surface just less than a minute. A faint splash could be heard with every white rope of cum squirting from his tip onto the counter.

He threw his head back in pleasure as his cock pulsated against the counter. Your underwear stuffed in his mouth did a great job of canceling out the noise of his quiet moans.

After removing your underwear from his mouth and tucking himself away, he cleaned up the evidence, but not before he transferred his release from the counter to your lotion bottle.

He left the bathroom and then knocked on the door, pretending like this was his first time entering.

He informs you that he's doing his laundry and kindly offers to do yours. After you had watched the movie with him that night, you were interacting more and talking to one another, and you thought this was his way of getting even closer to you, so you automatically accepted.

It was definitely his way of getting closer to you but in a different way than what you could ever imagine.

He gathers up your clothes and his as well, purposefully keeping out a few items of yours, such as the underwear he had in his mouth not even five minutes ago (the ones he could still faintly taste.)

After he successfully completes his mission, he puts everything in the washer machine, And with that, he reclines on the couch imagining how sexy you looked while putting lotion on your naked body, aka his little cumcoction.

He was already getting hard again at the idea of his cum all over your precious, delicate skin. He ran a hand over his bulge to relieve some of the uncomfortableness his boner had caused him. He was just about to go to his room and get off, but you met him halfway.

"Hey," you give him a small smile.

"Hi," he greets you back with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"I'm going out to the cafe down the street. I'll be back soon,"

"Okay, see you soon, y/n" He scurries off to his room as you Bid him goodbye before you leave.

Heeseung uses this perfect opportunity to act upon his lustful desires. He locks himself in the bathroom but not before grabbing your underwear from his drawer.

He rids himself of his boxers and sits on the ground with his back resting against the bathtub.

He stared at himself in the wall mirror a couple of feet in front of him, longingly stroking his cock.

Now that he finally has some alone time, he can be as vocal as he wants, and he doesn't miss the opportunity to moan your name loudly when he wraps your panties around his girth.

His brain is already fuzzy, and his dick is once again hard as a rock, all because of you.

He gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth and spat it on his dick, using the slimy substance to rub himself up and down. The soft material of your underwear only added to the pleasure as he bucks his hips into his hand.

He groaned loudly while watching himself in the mirror. The sight of your panties wrapped around his cock was something he'd think about for days to come.

He squeezes a few beads of precum from his tip and uses it to slide up and down his cock easier.

He placed the head of his cock directly in the middle of your panties, soaking them with his precum.

Sooner than later, he started to get close and fastened the movement of his hand, causing his hips to jerk up off the floor.

He whines endlessly, desperately fisting his cock that's encased in your underwear. Sweat beads began to form on his hairline as the pleasure intensified with every passing second.

He used his fingertips in a claw-like motion stimulating his tip only while the other hand stroked his shaft. Both hands work overtime to bring him to his orgasm.

He never wanted this moment to end, but unfortunately, he couldn't find it in him to hold back when your delicate underwear rubbed against his dick so nicely.

His chest rises and falls with each movement of his hands. His breathing transitioned between pants and breathy sighs. A long string of choked-out moans escape his chapped parted lips as he empties his massive load onto the crotch part of your satin panties.

He continues to abuse his cock until he finally can't take anymore. When he becomes too sensitive, he gently caresses his soft dick with your underwear, using his tip to spread his cum all over them.

He lazily strokes his cock while looking at himself in the mirror, eyeing the way his biceps bulge with every stroke.

He admired himself in the mirror, with lidded eyes and his lip caught between his teeth, wishing you could see him like this, all drenched in sweat fucked out and horny just for you.

He let out a few low grunts every now and then. He wished you would just come through the door right now and catch him in the act and give him a helping hand, but once again, a man could only dream.

He finally peeled his eyes away from the mirror, exiting the bathroom just in time cause you had already made it back.

You bought an iced coffee for him, and that's exactly what he needed right now, something to cool him down after his heated session.

"Thank you," he gives you a genuine smile.

You could have sworn your heart did a flip.

What right does he have to be so beautiful?

You never really noticed until that night just how attractive he was, and the sounds he made while touching himself weren't too bad on the ears either, or even your pussy, for that matter.

You nearly blush but manage to keep it at bay. "Anytime," you flash him a smile, and now he's in the same predicament as you, except he can't hide his blush. Luckily for him, you didn't notice the tips of his ears turning bright red. Or so he thought.

Oh, you'd definitely be the death of him.

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If he were to die right now, he'd be the happiest man ever.

Your pillow was situated between his legs while he humped it like there was no tomorrow.

You were out once again, giving him time to act out another one of his fantasies.

For some reason, you never locked the door to your room which he found odd, maybe cause you didn't have anything to hide like he did, but nevertheless, he definitely wasn't going to ask you or complain about it.

He humped your pillow like a rabbit in heat until he heard the front door shut. He quickly got out of your bed and joined you in the living room, pretending like his dick wasn't just pressed against your pillow a couple of seconds ago.

"Hey, did you enjoy your time out?" He makes small talk with you to distract himself from his very noticeable erection in hopes that it will go down before you notice.

"Not really, I just went to the library to study, so it was quite boring."

"Ahh, I see," he nods his head in understanding. "Me and you should go out somewhere fun," he suggests. Now that you two were a bit closer, he was finding it easier to communicate with you, and he wanted to take things a step further and get to know you better.

"Sure, I would like that," he smiles, already feeling excited at just the thought of taking you out. "I'm going to make some ramen. Would you like some?" You offered. After all, he did do your laundry today, which was really sweet of him.

"If you're offering, of course," he sends a smile your way. You respond with a playful wink and get up from the couch to make your meal.

When you left, he all but buried his head in the cushions, pushing his face into the couch where you sat, catching a faint smell of you. He slowly rubbed his cheek against the soft material. His eyes automatically fell shut while he bathed in your scent.

He lays down in that same spot until you finish making the ramen and come back to the living room. "Come on, you can't fall asleep before you eat," you scold him, and he sits up, eating his ramen in record time.

"Geez, if you didn't want to eat with me, you could have just said so," you roll your eyes in a teasing manner.

"What?! It's not like that, I swear. I always enjoy your company," he pouts.

"Doesn't seem like it. You're always running off or falling asleep all the time."

"Hey! I'm a busy man," he defends himself. He was actually very busy with his studies. Well, that, mixed with his fuck sessions every 5 hours, drained him of all his energy.

"With what?" You eye him for an answer.

"No business of yours," he responds, still keeping his guard up. There was no way he was going to explain to you that he stole your underwear and jerked off with them while you were gone or how to be bought a sex doll and pretend that it was you he was fucking.

Yeah, that definitely wasn't gonna happen.

"Fine, whatever you say, busy man," you tease.

He pouts. But replies boldly. "If you want me to spend time with you, that's all you have to say" he shoots a smirk your way, nearly making you choke on your noodles.

"I-"you didn't even get to finish before he interrupted you.

"I can do more than just spend time with you," he leaned into your ear and whispered, sending a chill up your spine.

"Are you crazy?!" You reply jokingly, pretending to be unbothered.

But you were indeed bothered.

Hot and bothered to be exact.

"Woah, calm down." he puts his hands up in defense. I'm only joking," he laughs, getting up from the sofa and putting his bowl in the sink. 

"Goodnight~" he continues to tease you on his way to his room.

"Goodnight," you say at least five minutes after he's already out of the room. "Doesn't he know that he can't do that to me" You stated with a frustratedly sigh and finished your ramen.

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He uses caution and locks his door before bringing out his prize possession. He smirks to himself while he dresses up the doll.

He takes your underwear from earlier, sliding them onto the doll's lower half. He also took one of your shirts from earlier and slipped it on the doll.

He made a mental note to take that particular shirt cause he observed you only wore it once a month or maybe even less.

He took off everything except his underwear and pulled his soft dick out of the little hole in front of his boxers.

He coats his cock in a warming lubricant so that when he enters the doll, it will feel more like you and maximize the pleasure. At least that's what it promised, anyways.

It didn't take much to get him hard. Just the thought of you could have him solid within a minute or maybe even less.

Sad, but true.

He pushed your panties to the side and made sure his cock was nice and slick before entering the doll from behind.

"Fuck” he hissed as soon as the tip went in.

This felt even better than he could have imagined and especially cause he didn't get to finish himself off when he was in your room defiling your pillow.

He starts out slowly rocking his hips back and forth, gaining a nice rhythm and indulging in the quite wet sounds that come from the doll's hole each time he goes in and out.

He thinks back to when he leaned in to whisper in your ear. He had no idea where his courage came from to even make a move like that, but he didn't regret it one bit. He loved the little whiff he got of your perfume, and the faint heat he felt radiating off your body nearly drove him insane he could only imagine how hot you'd get if he was on top of you, pounding into your sweet little cunt.

He moans at the thought and speeds up his pace just a little bit. He wanted to drag this out as much as possible, and now he could definitely feel the lube creating the perfect heating sensation, and it definitely maximized his pleasure, as stated in the description.

As good as this felt, he just couldn't help but wish you were there with him instead. He closed his eyes, trying his hardest to imagine your moans of his name.

He sneaks a hand up underneath your shirt, fondling the doll's left breast. He continues to pound into the toy from behind, pinching the nipples softly.

"Fuck, you're so fucking wet for me" he rests his other hand on the doll's waist for support so he can give it his all with each and every last thrust.

"Take my cock just like that" he makes sure to keep his voice down as he moans your name lewdly.

He thinks about the shocked look on your face earlier when he whispered in your ear, and god, he'd love to see that same flustered look while he jerks his cock in front of you and comes all over your face without warning.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close" he pulls the toy further on his cock, allowing his sensitive tip to reach the deepest part of the doll.

"Gonna take my cum like a good girl?" He props his leg up on the bed to gain more leverage to fuck the doll faster and deeper.

"I'm gonna breed this perfect little pussy” he bites his lip while he continues to force his length in and out of the doll going at an animalistic pace. "Shit, I'm cumming, oh, shit," he grits his teeth while he shoots his entire load into the toy.

He slows his pace down to a couple of strokes every few seconds while he regains control of his breathing.

He pulls out and slides your underwear back over so his cum can stay inside the doll, all while soiling your panties in the process.

He collapsed on his bed, passing out only a few minutes after he finished.

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The next day rolled around. Heeseung was more than ecstatic to go out with you. He took you somewhere fun, just like he mentioned.

You were both at the arcade, unwinding from your studies and stress.

You were having a lot of fun with heeseung, and he was starting to grow on you even more. He looked so handsome in his blue jeans and green bomber jacket, and his hair was a plus. He just looked so fluffy and cute you could barely take your eyes off him, and you didn't care if he noticed you eyeing him every few seconds.

You weren't dumb. You knew he was attracted to you by the way he was always staring and being all flirtatious, but he was still just a bit timid, so you took things into your own hands if making the first move is what it takes to get his dick inside you then that's what you were going to do, and this was the golden opportunity.

Sure, you were being shameless around him right now. You wore a skirt that was a little too short for a hang-out at the arcade.

You stood much closer to him than you needed to and accidentally grabbed his hand a few seconds too long whenever he handed you more tokens.

He didn't think you were shameless one bit, maybe forward but definitely not shameless he loved every last second of it. He noticed your flirtatious behavior right away, and it couldn't be mistaken for just being friendly. If he knew you were into him like that, he so would have made a move sooner but now that he did know, he didn't waste a second to get right into it.

You may or may not have been failing miserably at the basketball game on purpose and pretended you needed him to teach you how to play, as he mentioned before that he plays basketball.

He laughed at your score of twenty, and you glared at him playfully, of course. "It's not funny I need your help," you pouted.

He knew damn well you didn't need his help to toss a ball in a net, but he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to be so close to you and to reciprocate your advances.

He stood behind you, taking hold of your hips as if you needed your hips to play arcade basketball, but whatever, you didn't care as long as his hands were on you.

He was literally pressed up against you. He was hard, and you could feel it. You had been waiting for a moment like this ever since you heard him touching himself that night. "So, you take the ball and rest it on your shooting hand, which is your right, then secure it with your left" he demonstrates the motions behind you, and once you get it down, he puts a few tokens in the machine his body never once leaving yours.

The ball rolls down the small ramp, and you take it in your hand, getting ready to shoot. Before you can, he whispers one last instruction in your ear, making you shiver. "Oh, and one more thing, don't forget to bend your knees slightly."

You did as you were instructed, bending your knees which caused your ass to rub against his hard-on. "Like that?" You say seductively.

"Just like that, good girl," he praises, nibbling your ear gently. You shoot the ball, and it swishes inside the net. "There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He whispers in your ear.

"Not as hard as you," you reply, and he laughs, enjoying every last second of this.

God, this felt too unreal, almost like a dream. Never in a million years did he think you'd be interested in him, let alone grinding your ass on his bulge in public everything was just too good to be true.

The game was long forgotten as he bent you over the machine.

Luckily you two were alone, and plus, the lights were dim, so no one could see what you were both up to.

You grind on his crotch while he arches your back by firmly pressing his left hand on your lower back. He spreads his legs slightly to wedge himself between your buttcheeks.

He leaned down, hovering above you, resting his hands on the sides of the machine. "If you keep rubbing that pretty little ass on me, you're gonna make me cum” he starts grinding his dick on your ass, syncing the movement of his hips with yours.

"What if I want you to?" You look back at him seductively while swiveling your ass on his cock, which is even harder than it was seconds ago.

"You're so naughty" he thrust his hips roughly, making you jerk forward slightly.

Before things could get any more heated, someone came in, making you both stand up straight and act like you weren't just desperately grinding on each other like horny teenagers.

Heeseung wasn't the only one cursing the world. Right now, so are you. Someone had to come in at the absolute worst fucking time.

"Fuck," he huffs out, feeling sexually frustrated.

You looked at each other and laughed at the situation. You both play a few more games, and he won a buzz light year toy which he was all too excited about, and somehow you couldn't believe this was the same guy that was just desperately dry-humping you in public and in an arcade at that.

Finally, you both went home after ordering pizza which heeseung insisted on paying for just like he paid for the games you both played. He only deemed it right since he invited you out.

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"I really needed that," you say, plopping down on the couch.

"You had fun?" He asks, joining you on the sofa.

"Well, yeah!" You state the obvious while chuckling.

"Me too," he gulps nervously, throat drying up all of a sudden.

Outside of the dimly lit arcade, your minds weren't so clouded by desire, and it was just a bit awkward to make eye contact with him after your heated situation.

"Yeah," the conversation died down so quickly, and the air was filled with silence until he broke it. "So, I'll see you tomorrow" he sits up, making his way to his room. "Goodnight"

"Night," you reply, disappointment in your tone, and he noticed it but made no moves to do anything.

He was just too nervous about making the first move in the arcade. It was much different cause it was fifty-fifty, but now he wasn't sure if he could be the first one to initiate something like that. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the boner in his pants from needing attention, so he pathetically grabbed his toy in the corner of his room, and without any prep, he yanked his pants down and started thrusting at a fast pace for a minute or so like this, and he knew he would get the relief he needed.

But you weren't going to bed without fucking him. There was just no way you were going to let him get away, not after he got you all wet and excited.

Plus, this was way overdue.

You used every last ounce of courage to get up and go to his room. Your mind was so focused on the task at hand you didn't even think to knock. You just barged right in.

Heeseung was too needy to be bothered with anything that included locking the door like he usually did. The only thing on his mind was you and getting his orgasm.

"Such a good girl for me, taking all my cock. You just can't get enough of my dick, can you y/n?" You watch him fucking the doll from the front, pants down around his ankles, jacket still very much on while he relentlessly pounds the doll into oblivion. You gasped loudly, gaining his attention, and he couldn't help but panic.

You stood still in your tracks. You couldn't believe he was fucking a sex doll imagining it was you, and if you weren't mistaken, that was your shirt and panties on the toy.

Cute.

He quickly throws the doll aside and hides under his covers.

"Y/n! it's not what it looks like," he pathetically tries to justify what he was doing while pulling his pants up under the covers.

"Then what is it? Cause it definitely looks like you were fucking a sex doll and saying my name"

He looks around, feeling guilty and ashamed. He had no excuse. Every word you said was true.

"Why not have the real thing instead?" You walk towards him on the bed pulling the blankets back to reveal his twitching cock under his pants.

"W-what?"

"Or am I not good enough? you think that doll feels better than me?" You pout.

"No! Of course not, not ever in a million years could anyone ever compare to you," he's quick to deny your accusations.

"Then why don't you fuck me instead?" You sit down next to him.

"Cause I-I want to, but I was nervous, and I didn't know if you still… 

wanted me after the arcade. You know you really didn't mention anything, so I just thought," he looks down at his lap.

"Well, you didn't exactly say anything either." you pout, tugging softly on his jacket.

He sighs. "I know," finally. He makes eye contact with you. "So do you. Do you still want me?" He whispers, hoping with every fiber of his being that you do, in fact, still want him.

"I want you more than anything."

"you do?" his eyes sparkle in excitement.

"yes, so bad" you grab his face pulling him closer for a kiss. "But first, how long have you had that thing?" You point to the doll in the corner.

"A week maybe, but I Uhh," his eyebrows furrow until he decides it's best not to say anything. "Never mind."

"Ahh ahh," you halt him in his tracks. "What is it, baby?" You run a finger down his chest, and he watches it till you reach the zipper on his pants. He throws his hand back, already feeling dizzy just from your hands being on him.

"I-I've been, you know.. for quite some time." He takes a deep breath, trying to ground himself, but it does absolutely nothing to steady the rhythm of his erratic heartbeat.

"No, I don't know. Please elaborate," you tease, knowing full well what he meant and the idea of him jerking off to you excites you way more than it probably should.

"Ever since you became my roommate, I've been jerking off to you," he says with a bit more confidence. You raise a brow at him now that answer you weren't expecting.

"Well, in that case, we could have been doing this so much sooner," you say, pulling down the zipper on his pants. "But I have to admit that's kinda hot. You're so desperate for me that you were fucking a sex doll pretending that it's me, cute" you run a palm over his bulge.

He wanted to respond, but he couldn’t when your hand came in contact with his dick. "Fuck, y/n," he releases a breath as his body shudders from being called cute by you.

He lifts his hips up, helping you by pulling down his pants and underwear. You take his shoes off and slide everything down the rest of the way until his lower half is completely naked.

While you're busy with his bottom, he takes it upon himself to take off his jacket and shirt.

"Someone's excited," you comment, and he whines, body already shivering.

"You don't know how bad I want this" he all but moans.

"I think I have an idea," you say before taking his warm cock into your hand, pumping him slowly at first.

"Oh, Yes" he closes his eyes in pleasure. Finally, after all this time, he can feel what it's like to have your hands all over his body.

For the second time tonight, he felt like he was dreaming. He had to open his eyes just to make sure it was real, and it was all too real and what proved it even more real was when you lowered your head and took him inside your mouth whole. "Mm, so fucking good" his eyes roll back in his head, and he feels like he could pass out just from this. He knew anything you did to him would feel amazing, but your mouth felt absolutely heavenly.

You let out a pleased hum around his cock, loving the way he wasn't shy to let you know how good you were making him feel.

When you start bobbing your head up and down, he feels like he's in heaven, and he can't help but thrust up into your mouth, letting his tip reach the back of your amazingly perfect throat.

You gag on his long thick veiny cock, and your saliva runs down his shaft. He absolutely loves it like that, so wet and sloppy the loud slurping sounds from you sucking his dick were just like music to his ears.

The sight makes him lose all self-control. He doesn't just use one hand. He uses two to forcefully push your head as far as it can possibly go, and his cock disappears from his sight of vision. He hunches forward, continuing to make you take every inch of him down your throat. "Fuck, your throat is so tight. Feels so fucking amazing."

Your spit dribbles down to his balls as he bobs your head up and down. He tucks your hair behind your ears so he can see the way you look at him with eyes full of nothing but desire.

You gripped his thighs, squeezing them gently as you began hollowing out your cheeks, making the sensation that much more pleasurable for him.

He held your head in place. Your nose tickled his abdomen, and the warm air you exhaled from your nose sent shivers down his spine as he came down your throat. "Oh, y/n!" He practically screams at the top of his lungs, letting out loud groans as his dick twitches uncontrollably and his semen spills down your pretty little throat.

You don't mind one bit how he takes control of you. As a matter of fact, you love it. It has your panties completely soaked. He leaned back on the headboard, completely spent. You suck him through his intense high once he gets too sensitive. You opt for sucking gently on his balls instead. At this point, he's squirming from the overwhelming pleasure, and he doesn't know if he can take much more.

You look up to see his eyes rolling back in his head. He tilts his head from side to side, almost as if he's signaling to you that he can't take anymore.

You finally pull away from him, making sure to lick the residual cum from his genital area. His body jerks off the bed from the over-sensitivity. If he wasn't so spent, you'd definitely suck him off again to taste his delightful cum and hear his beautiful moans some more.

You stand up to get undressed, feeling a bit impatient yourself after all your panties had been uncomfortably wet ever since the arcade incident.

He looks at you with hooded eyes licking his bottom lip as he scans over your naked body. His body was unmoving. His legs were numb, but that didn't stop his cock from rising up once again.

You smirk, feeling a bit cocky from knowing the effect you had on him. "You like what you see?"

"I love what I see" he smiles at you, a smile that's a little bit too sweet for the sinful act you were both in.

"Do you have a condom?" You ask, taking precautions even though you really didn't want him to wear one. You wanted to feel him bare inside every inch of your pussy.

Before he could answer, you opened his nightstand drawer to look for one, but you found something rather interesting instead.

"dirty boy," you smirk at him.

His cock twitches, and He looks at you with a shy grin on his face, but he's so hoping that you want to use it.

You can literally see his eyes sparkle as he looks at you. His smile grows wider when you open the bottle and squeeze some of the lube onto your hand and rub it in.

You gently stroke it up and down on his cock. His body practically melts into his mattress. The feeling has him seeing stars. His mouth falls open as he takes a few deep breaths. "Wow," he laughs breathily, completely enamored. The way you were making him feel was unfathomable.

He grips your wrist, guiding your hand up and down. Before he gets to the point of no return, he realizes one thing he was so caught up in what you were doing to him that he hasn't even touched you yet. "Wait, lay back on the bed for me."

And who are you to say no?

He grabs the lube and warms it up on his fingers. He situated himself between your legs, spreading them open slightly as he teased your folds with his lubricated digits.

You arch your back off the bed, already feeling extremely sensitive and needy for him that even the smallest of touches have you moaning in pleasure. "Heeseung, that feels amazing."

"And I barely even started yet," he smirks before placing sloppy open-mouth kisses on your inner thigh. He easily slips two of his fingers inside you, curling them up and finding your spot like he's done this a million times with you before.

You clenched down on his fingers while you lifted your hips so you could ride them. "My baby is so eager for me" he nips your thigh making you yelp in pleasure. "I like that."

He used his other hand to massage your clit when your legs started to shake. He could tell you were close. He lowered his head between your legs, licking your clit. "Tastes so good," he spoke against your clit, adding little vibrations to your core that made your orgasm build up even faster.

"Heeseung!" You scream, tightening around his finger as you come. The feeling of his tongue sent your mind into a complete frenzy. You bucked your hips into his face rubbing your pussy on his tongue to ride out your high.

His cock twitched each time you clamped down on his fingers. He couldn't wait to make you cum on his cock next.

"Heeseung," you whimper, slowly coming down from your orgasm. You take deep breaths in and out while squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn't control the intense throbbing of your walls.

You gripped his hair while he lapped at your hole, licking and slurping everything that flowed out of you.

He swallowed everything, every last drop. He licked you completely clean not only cause he wanted to, but there was no way he wasn't going to do that for you after you just gave him the best head of his life. You deserved it and so much more.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as he kissed all the way up from your belly button to your soft lips.

He leaned back to admire you fully. He wanted this image stained in his memory forever. You looked too sexy, all sweaty and needy under him.

There was just one problem, a big problem. He sat still, debating on how he wanted you. He didn't know if he wanted you from behind or front, and it almost gave him a headache cause he just couldn't choose. He decided to fondle your breast, for now, kneading the soft flesh as he buried his face in your chest. He sucked on your nipples like his life depended on it, tugging them with his teeth every now and then. He loved the way you shivered under him when he swirled his tongue around your little hardened buds.

He didn't know it, but while he was buying time to make a decision on how he wanted you, he was also teasing you in the process.

"Heeseung," you whine, getting impatient.

"Yes?" He replies around your nipple, and then resumes sucking on it once again. He clasps his hands together with yours, pressing them firmly into the mattress.

"I need you," you confess.

He panicked cause he still hadn't made his mind up out of two options he just couldn't choose.

He looks down at you with an unsure look on his face, and now you can sense that something is wrong. You cup his cheeks and pull him in for a short-lived but sweet kiss. "What's on your mind?" You stroke his cheek softly.

He was embarrassed to even say anything, but if you asked, he wasn't not going to tell you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to eliminate some of the embarrassment. "I-I can't choose" he nips your neck softly and licks over the faint bite marks left behind, making it hard to focus, but you manage to somehow.

"Choose what?"

"How I want you," he admits in a soft voice. "I can't choose," he whines while humping your thigh.

"You can have me However you like" You wrap your hands around his waist, pulling him closer to your body, and you can feel how his cock throbs at your offer.

"But is that what you want?" He leans back to scan your face, his eyes looking into yours with a hint of concern in them, and once again, the face he makes is too adorable for the situation he's in, and it doesn't fail to make your heart skip a beat that he's so considerate of you.

"I want that and so much more. I want all of you" that's all it takes for him to flip you over and press your face into the mattress, his mattress in his room, and in his mind, you were his.

He applies some more lube to both of you. You can’t help but moan when he smears it all over your pussy. Before he lines himself up with your throbbing hole.

He takes a deep breath, and even then, he hesitates to enter you. 

He's taking in the moment and telling himself to do whatever it takes not to cum as soon as his tip goes in.

"Ready?" He asks, but it's almost more for himself than anything else.

"I've been waiting all night for you" you wiggle your ass to tease him a bit, and that makes it impossible for him not to slide right in.

You both let out a long moan, finally getting the feeling you've both been waiting for ever since the arcade. "Oh, shit," he pushes in further till he's buried to the hilt inside you. He bends down and places one hand on the center of your back before he starts thrusting, stretching you out inch by inch.

His cock was massive, the perfect length to reach your sweet spot and the perfect width for you to feel every vein and pulse from his delicious cock against your walls.

"Fuck, heeseung, your cock is so perfect," your voice comes out partially muffled from being pressed into the mattress, but he hears it loud and clear.

"I think it's only right. Your perfect pussy deserves a perfect cock” he complimented you right back while taking your compliment without sounding the least bit cocky, which you found so attractive of him.

Once some of the friction dissolves, he quickens his thrust, each one hitting your spot perfectly. "Not even heaven could compare to your pussy, baby."

He grips your hips tightly, so he can set an even better pace.

"Oh, heeseung," you cry out into the mattress, spit pooling around the corners of your lips while your body goes limp. You can't help but clench down hard on his cock when you hear the loud wet sounds every time he thrusts in and out of you.

"That's right, squeeze my cock, wrap that wet little pussy around me," he encourages you, and his words only make you clench down harder. "Just like that," he laughs breathily, amazed by how tight you are and how you get even tighter from his words of encouragement. "Fuck, baby, your pussy is so tight I can barely even move" he struggles a bit to keep his pace cause the tightness of your cunt feels so good.

His hips slap against your ass, creating a loud clapping noise in his tiny room. After a while, he feels his release coming, and he's surprised he's even held it for this long.

He lifts his leg up onto the mattress, much like he did when he was fucking his toy. He gives you everything he's got gripping your hip harshly as he uses his other hand to arch your back so he can go deeper. If that's even possible, at this point, you completely swallowed his cock.

"Are you close?" he asks, feeling your wall's pulsating.

"So close," you huff out, sliding up the bed each time he thrusts into you. You could barely even pay attention to the obnoxious squeaking of the bed with how perfectly his balls slapped against your clit, right now. The only thing you could focus on was heeseung and how good his cock was fucking your wet needy little hole.

He takes his hand off your lower back to reach around and rub your clit. "How do you want my cum? On your ass? Tits? Or mouth? You choose," he says in between deep grunts.

He was not expecting your next words whatsoever. It completely caught him off guard, especially cause he wasn't even wearing a condom.

"Inside me, please. I need to feel your cum inside" you look back at him with your lips pursed and tears welling in your eyes. You were so desperate for him to fill you up.

"But-" he tries to reason with you, but it's no use. 

"Please, heeseung, I need you. I need to feel your cum inside me."

As close as he was and just how good it felt on top of that innocent look on your face while you begged him to do something not so innocent to you made him completely explode.

"Fuck! y/n, I'm cumming”

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, trying to shamelessly press yourself further against him while he fucked his load into you. It felt so amazing. His warm cum coating your insides and the throbbing of his cock brought you the most pleasure you've ever felt.

He didn't slow down even after he came. He continued to thrust into you and rub circles on your clit until you came, which was not even thirty seconds after him. "Cum for y/n, please. I need you to cum” he pleaded for you just the way you did for him, and on cue, you were tightening around his cock.

"Hee-heeseung," you moaned his name like a broken record as your eyes rolled back in your head. Your mind went blank as he played with your clit while thrusting into you, and just like that, you hit your second orgasm of the night. "Fuck” you whimper out while he slows his hips. You grip the sheets tightly while clenching on his cock, milking out every last bit of his cum.

"That's it, that's it," he cooed as you pulsated around his length.

He knew you would give him the absolute best earth-shattering groundbreaking orgasms of his life, but this was like an out-of-body experience. He could have never imagined you'd feel this good, and good didn't even begin to describe how you were making him feel.

He pulls out of you a few seconds after you regain some of your energy. He makes sure to spread your pussy lips wide open, watching your twitching hole leaking his massive load. "Fuck, yes," he smears it all over your pussy and in his mind. That was his way of claiming you as his.

He flips you over and brings his fingers to your lips, making you suck on them. You stick out your tongue as you let yours and his cum pool inside your mouth. He pulled you into a heated kiss, not caring one bit about tasting his release. As a matter of fact, he very much enjoyed it. As you kiss, you exchange it into each other's mouth, and it gets lost somewhere in the sloppy kiss.

"That was so fucking amazing."

"And we're not even done yet." You switched positions and climbed on top of him to straddle his waist. You grabbed his cock and pushed it inside of you, slowly sinking down in his length.

"Mmm," he loosely hugs your waist while you sit prettily on his dick.

You grab his shoulders to help balance yourself to slowly bounce on his cock.

"You want to ride me?" he says into the crook of your neck, inhaling his favorite perfume of yours. This was so much better than that stupid doll.

"Are you complaining?"

"Of course not. I'll take you any way I can have you."

"Desperate?" you tease.

"For you, always," he admits, not feeling one bit ashamed as you lock your lips with his. You both moan into each other's mouths when you bounce on his dick faster.

"You and your perfect body will never fail to amaze me," he says against your lips, and you can feel him smile afterward.

You opt to kiss his neck so you can hide your flustered state.

You had no idea why he was getting all romantic all of a sudden.

After cumming not even ten minutes ago, it wasn't going to take much to reach your peak, and you could tell he felt the same way. You could already feel him twitching. "Faster" is all he says, and you immediately obey, bouncing on his cock at a speed that had him cumming not even a minute later.

Of course, he wasn't going to cum all by himself cause where was the fun in that?

He gently caressed your swollen over, sensitive clit tracing random but effective patterns on your sweet, delicate bud.

He smirks against your lips when he feels you getting close. "Come on, cum for me, sweetheart. Let me know just how much you're enjoying my dick."

His words make you lose it once again. He sure knew what to say to have you quickly coming undone. "oh, heeseung, I love your dick. It feels so fucking good." you cry in pleasure.

You barely even had the energy to moan. You mumbled out his name dumbly as you continued to bounce on his thick long cock.

You were a mess, and he loved every ounce of it. He loved he was the one that had you like this, completely spent and fucked out but still begging and wanting more. "You're doing so good." He whispers praises in your ear and that only fuels you to continue bouncing on him.

He made intense eye contact with you as He took your boobs in his hands, holding them tightly while his stomach muscles contracted each time your ass cheeks clapped against his inner thighs. His mouth fell open slightly, and you could tell he was just seconds away from his orgasm as his quick breaths intensified every second. "I'm-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before his orgasm interrupted him. You felt him filling you to the brim as gargled moans bubbled in his chest and escaped past his parched lips. "y/n," he moans while he comes down from his state of euphoria.

You collapsed on his chest, and he held you impossibly close, still feeling himself faintly throbbing. "That's my girl," he says after collecting himself from his third orgasm.

"Your girl?" You say close to his ear, tickling him.

He shies away from you slightly in case he said something wrong. "Y-yeah, I- only if you want to be"

You pretend to think, and he's already preparing himself for rejection, but your next words make his heart feel at ease.

"I'll be your girl on one condition. Wait! two conditions."

"And what's that?" He stroked your back lovingly, knowing there was not a thing in this green earth that he wouldn't do to make you his.

"One, you have to throw that doll away."

He chuckles, nudging his face in your neck and tickling you softly. "Mmm," he agrees instantly. "and what else, baby?

"And two you have, you have to make love to me."

That was it? That's so fucking easy.

He flips you on your back with his cock still inside of you.

"Sounds to me like you're my girl, and ill do you one even better."

"what could be any better than this?" you say, smiling while enveloping your hands around his neck.

"allow me to take you on a proper date, yeah?" he pecks your lips sweetly.

He smiles before intertwining his hands with yours dipping his head into the crook of your neck this time. He was going to go nice and slow so you both could indulge in every inch of each other and make love all night.

"I could never say no to you" you pull him in for a more passionate kiss.

"My. girl," he says in between kisses.

He no longer had to fulfill his dreams with toys or his right hand. Finally, he had you. No more wishing, no more waiting, no more long nights dreaming of you by his side after all this time he could call you his.

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[kstewdeux]

@inukag-week | InuKag Week 2024 | Yearning

Summary: Inuyasha had a craving for ramen after Kagome’s return and Kagome tried to deliver. | Also on Ao3

Staring down at the steaming bowl of stew Kagome had presented him, Inuyasha tried to keep his expectations in check. Tried being the operative word here because, in the years Kagome was gone, he’d tried - oh how he tried - to recreate the taste of those sinful noodles. He had missed ramen almost as much as he missed the woman that was now his wife. The combination of spices, the texture of the noodles, and the comforting warmth had been unlike anything he had ever tasted. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn't replicate the complex flavors with the ingredients available in his time. He couldn’t even get close to the smell.

It was Kagome’s damn fault for introducing the salty futuristic bastards in the first place. She should’ve known better than to give him a taste of the finer things in life. Things that were quite literally impossible to get without her.

But, but this particular stew smelled close or, at least, close enough. There weren’t noodles, sure, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and it was the broth that really stole the show anyway. As the stew had simmered, Inuyasha’s expectations had reached dangerously high levels. Now the moment arrived. God, if Kagome really had managed to recreate it, they could put that broth in everything.

Hesitant but hopeful, he took a tentative sip.

He barely repressed his gag. Despite the scent being on point, the flavor and consistency was not. The piss poor stew was overly salty, the spices were unbalanced and dear god, there just weren’t enough insults in the world to describe the after taste. Even ass wasn’t good enough. Something, somewhere had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Despite the nauseating concoction making him want to puke, Inuyasha looked up at Kagome’s eager face and couldn't bring himself to dampen her enthusiasm. Against his better judgment, he took another sip and immediately regretted it but nothing was off the table when it came to protecting Kagome in every possible way so, with god as his witness, he was going to finish this before coming up with some excuse and leaving to go puke it up in the woods.

“Do you not like it?” Kagome asked worried as she wrung her hands, “I know there aren’t noodles but I thought the smell…”

“Nah, s’good woman. Quit your worrying,” he mumbled hoarsely before steeling himself and knocking back the whole bowl to get it over with.

That…oh boy…that was a mistake.

“Think…” a bit of vomit filled his mouth that he quickly swallowed down, “Think somethin’ in…” a gag he couldn’t repress as a cold sweat broke out. He stumbled towards the door and prayed, “Woods,” the world began to spin, “Stay. Be back.”

“Inuyasha, wait-“

He ran begging for this feeling to pass because his damn woman was too smart for her own good and would definitely get pissed at him despite this being entirely her fault. Three long years waiting for his woman to finally get her pretty face back here only for him and his stupid ass was managing to ruin everything over ramen.

Figures.

The agony building in his stomach hit new levels when he tried to launch. The jolt then rapid ascent nearly had him spewing everywhere.

God, what did she use?!

The landscape around him had melted and his ears were ringing by the time he finally, mercifully made it into the woods. Unable to hold it in any longer, Inuyasha doubled over and vomited violently by a cluster of trees. The harsh taste of the stew mixed with the bitter bile, and he retched again, emptying his stomach. Over and over and over again because the persistent, nauseating taste lingered.

His breathing became ragged and labored between bouts of retching. His normally top notch vision blurred. Each wave of sickness seemed more intense than the last, leaving the hanyou who could toss demons ten times his weight trembling and drained until the convulsions eventually subsided and he stumbled over to a nearby tree to simply collapse.

If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said Kagome had just tried to kill him. He didn’t even have the strength to move further away from the putrid stench that had his stomach churning all over again. Another trickle of vomit bubbled over his lips. His mind screamed at him to black out and free him from this torment.

“That bad, huh?” Kagome’s nervous chuckle came from far too close and bleary golden eyes blinked open to find his wife kneeling in front of him.

Ah shit. So much for keeping how utterly disgusting that thoughtful attempt really was. Dumb woman. Following him. Her fault if she got her feelings hurt.

“What the hell did you put in that?” he mumbled miserably as Kagome gently grabbed his hands and helped him to his feet. She draped one of his arms around her shoulder and together they began the journey back.

“Chicken broth. Um some herbs. Vegetables. Some mushrooms I found and-“

Inuyasha sent her a miserable glare as something clicked. He immediately made a mental note to have Kaede teach Kagome about plants in general not just medicinal herbs because this whole fiasco could’ve been ten times worse.

“What the mushrooms look like?”

“They were just normal white mushrooms,” Kagome clipped defensively and Inuyasha wrinkled his nose.

“Did you eat any of that shit?” he asked - god his voice was so raw.

“Well no, I wanted to-“

“Do not eat that shit until you show me what mushroom you used,” Inuyasha muttered before his stomach decided to convulse again. Another dribble of bile found its way onto his robe before the ground came up to meet him.

By the time he reopened his eyes, Kagome was kneeling there looking guilty as hell. Her hands smoothed out a few wrinkles of her kimono like she was trying to buy time.

“Okay, so, don’t get mad-”

Inuyasha snorted softly as he rolled his sore body into its side and listened to his wife nervously explain that she might’ve accidentally kinda sorta poisoned him because she didn’t know how to identify poisonous mushrooms for what they were. An innocent mistake and thankfully one that didn’t kill her.

“S’fine,” Inuyasha mumbled as he grabbed her hand and led it to his ear. He hummed happily when she gave it a hesitant stroke, “Didn’t kill me.”

Kagome let out a shuddering breath.

“Could have. Apparently I’m not allowed to help with foraging anymore. Officially banned,” she offered with a weary laugh.

“I’ll talk with ‘em. How else you supposed to learn?” he offered hoarsely, “Dumbasses should’ve taught you. Not your fault you didn’t know.”

“I’d prefer you try to teach me,” Kagome countered shakily, “I’ve never been on the receiving end of Sango’s anger before. She raked me over the coals before dumping out everything we gathered this morning and storming off.”

Inuyasha’s lips twitched upwards at the visual.

“Yeah, I can do that. Learned the hard way what you can eat and what you can’t. Not the first time a mushroom took me down,” he snickered tiredly. Kagome’s fingers lightly traced his jaw.

“My poor baby,” she hummed sadly.

“Yeah, yours,” he agreed with an affectionate yet exhausted smirk before an echo of nausea had his expression falling. He groaned and closed his eyes. A moment later a damp cloth was pressed against his neck.

“You’re going to spoil me,” he muttered miserably, “Make me weak. Taking care of me like this.”

He shifted and added before Kagome could protest, “S’the best though. Getting spoiled. Don’t mind.”

He could hear Kagome’s smile in her voice as she carded her fingers through his hair.

“Then spoil you I shall.”