Can we please get some hcs of Sukuna and reader in the fairytale AU š„¹š„¹
Absolutely amazing writing I loved every single thing of it!šš
Cottage Life
Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, Fem!ReaderĀ Ā
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Fluff, Mentions of SmutĀ Ā
Content: MDNI, Established Relationship, True Form!Sukuna, Princess!Reader, Swearing, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Smut
A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for the kind words and the request, Iād love to do this. Iām so glad that people enjoyed my Sukuna Fairy Tale AU so Iām 100% going to explore the idea more. On another note, this is also my first ever requestš„¹ Iām giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of people enjoying my writing enough to want to request specific things for me to create so I just want to take the time to say if you have an idea for me to write anything specific please do not hesitate to ask! Thank you all very very much. :)
Synopsis: Small glimpses into your daily life with Sukuna in the deep woods. While not fully necessary to understand these little snippets, reading the beginning of your story with Sukuna would certainly enhance the experience. <3Ā
źØ Pre-Relationship: Secret Meetings źØ
ā¼ When you first began meeting with him regularly he was pretty mean to you and ignored you most of the time when you tried to talk to him. Despite this, he always kept you by his side anyways and didnāt deter you from meeting him.
ā¼ One time you straight up asked him why and he said it was because you brought food to him. While you accepted that answer, you knew inside that wasnāt really the case because he would still keep you around even after you both ate.Ā
ā¼ After warming up to you one of the things that you two bonded over was the nature in the forest. Sukuna would explain the wildlife to you since you were unfamiliar for a long time and he was to your surprise, a really good teacher.Ā
ā¼ He was able to answer any questions you had and went over every detail that he knew about the woods and was able to keep things interesting.
ā¼ When you both spent that night under the stars he was serious when he tried flirting with you but quickly realized what he did so he tried to play it off as a joke (he couldnāt be caught being too soft, after all).Ā
ā¼ Since heās so much stronger and bigger than you (and literally everyone lol) he makes sure to be extra cautious and gentle around you because despite what he seems like, he doesnāt want to genuinely scare people, especially you.
ā¼ Speaking of, he has no idea why you arenāt scared of him and doesnāt understand why you act like the way he looks is no big deal. He doesnāt complain though and never mentions it to you.Ā
ā¼ One of the reasons youāre not scared of him is because he has saved your life more times than you could count, and why would you be scared of someone who continually keeps you alive, most of the time at his own expense?Ā
ā¼ āNo, don't eat those berries, theyāre poisonousā¦wha-what do you mean you already had five?!ā
ā¼ He had to do some poison control that dayā¦ and it wasnāt very fun.Ā
ā¼ Every time he saves your life he always tells you that heāll just leave you next time but you know thatās not true at all.
ā¼ You would also always get injured for stupid reasons so heād take care of your wounds like he did when you both first officially met (heād laugh first though)
ā¼ One of the days you visited you realized you had a talent for making flower crowns so you would spend a lot of time with him doing it while you both talked and walked around the woods.
ā¼ You mostly gave yours to him as a giftĀ
ā¼ He would grumble and act like he hated it but he would keep them on anyway and he kept all of them. After a while it grew into a small collection that he secretly cherishes.Ā
ā¼ Sukuna secretly (though, it wasnāt a secret to you) loved these meetings, and your visits were the highlight of his day every time.
źØ Early Relationship: Locked Away źØ
ā¼ Sukuna was confused at first when you stopped visiting him after sleeping with him.Ā
ā¼ He thought he did something wrong and you didnāt have a good time, or that he hurt you in some way.Ā
ā¼ He tried to put on the tough guy act at first and tried to convince himself that he didnāt like you all that much anyways.Ā
ā¼ Obviously, it wasnāt true and heās a big softy on the inside so he gave into his temptations to see you.Ā
ā¼ When he saw the guards by your bedroom window, he realized what happened, and remembered that you always had to sneak out to see him.Ā
ā¼ Once he realized what actually happened he chastised himself for being so pouty and feeling sorry for himself instead of going to see you sooner.Ā
ā¼ To make up for this he goes to look at you every day as you stand by your window.
ā¼ Eventually, you noticed him and you both would spend the whole day just sitting with each other from afar.Ā
ā¼ Sometimes he would see you cry when he visited and his heart would break because he couldnāt wipe your tears away.Ā
ā¼ He has resisted the urge to attempt to fight the guards by your window more than he can count.
ā¼ Only reason he didnāt was his fear of making things worse for you if he did.
ā¼ On the day of your wedding, he noticed that you werenāt by your window like usual.Ā
ā¼ He learned his lesson about giving up on you too soon, so he decided instead of leaving you be, that he would go around the castle and look for you to see if you were okay.Ā
ā¼ Too invested in finding you, he didnāt realize that he stood a tad too close to some of the guards of your castle, leading to him getting caught by them.Ā
ā¼ That turned out to be a happy accident however, as they led him directly to you and gave you both the chance to run away together.Ā
ā¼ He was secretly proud of you stabbing someone so easily, but heāll never tell you that directly.
źØ Long-Term Relationship: Cottage Life źØ
ā¼ When you both first found the cottage in the woods, it was in very rough shape.Ā
ā¼ It was dirty, barely had a roof, and there were broken windows everywhere. It was obvious that no one had lived there for some time.Ā
ā¼ Wellā¦ one manās trash is another oneās treasure, and you both worked day and night to fix the cottage after first finding it.Ā
ā¼ You werenāt used to any physical discomfort at all, so it took a while for you to get used to these types of conditions. However, Sukuna always made sure to help you feel better.
ā¼ For example, one time it rained and you two got super wet inside your home due to the roof not being 100% secure.Ā
ā¼ It was tough for you. Not only were the two of you wet, but the inside of the home you both spent tons of time fixing up was flooded now as well.Ā
ā¼ Thankfully, Sukuna always found a way to turn unfortunate situations upside down.Ā
ā¼ āCome on, letās go play in the mud, you didnāt eat enough dirt as a kidā
ā¼ You both immediately felt better once you played in the rain togetherā¦ especially when Sukuna would be ever the romantic and lift you up to kiss you as water droplets fell on both of you.
ā¼ After months of sweat and tears, the cottage was finally fixed and cleaned.Ā
ā¼ It quickly became the love of your life, second only to Sukuna, and you both quickly settled into your humble abode.Ā Ā
ā¼ You would always wake up first which would give you a few moments where you could stare at Sukunaās sleeping face
ā¼ This was your favorite thing to do every morning, because you loved his calm expression more than anything.
ā¼ Sometimes he catches you and as he opens his eyes he would sarcastically go āDonāt stare. Itās weirdā and laugh at your blushing face.Ā
ā¼ When this happens you would just lightly hit his chest and jokingly tell him to fuck off.Ā
ā¼ You would always give him a nice long kiss first thing every morning though.
ā¼ Despite you no longer being a Princess, he always makes sure to pamper you like one anyways.
ā¼ For example, whenever you have a craving for something that canāt be found in the wild he would make sure to get it at any costs.Ā
ā¼ This includes traveling hours to the closest villages and sneaking in to take their stuff.Ā
ā¼ You always get mad at him for doing this because it could put him in serious danger, but he laughs and tells you itās fine and that in all his time living near humans he was only caught once and it was because of you.Ā
ā¼ To this, you roll your eyes but you thank him anyways for caring so much about you that heād work so hard to satisfy such a small craving.Ā
ā¼ Whenever youāre busy doing something, he makes it a point to catch you off guard and hug you from behind with his four arms.Ā
ā¼ Youāre never actually caught off guard and can sense him from miles away (he has very loud footsteps), but you pretend anyway to get him to keep doing it.Ā
ā¼ Most days you both spend your time walking around and exploring the nature around you both. However, on particularly lazy days, you two spend most of the day just cuddling together.
ā¼ One thing that stays the same is that every night both of you look at the stars like the first night you two spent together.Ā
ā¼ Unlike that first night though, Sukuna would always make it a point to go down on you while outside.Ā
ā¼ Also unlike that first night, there was no pressure to rush home so you two would fall asleep outside under the stars.
ā¼ One time though, you woke up screaming when you found a giant bug crawling on you. Sukuna took the bug away but would always make fun of you for it whenever you both decided to sleep outside.Ā
ā¼ Sukuna would tell you he loved you in the most random of times: Walking around, eating dinner, anywhere really. He would just look you in the eyes and quietly say āI love youā.
ā¼ This is always paired with small kisses all over your face that make you giggle because of how ticklish they are.Ā
ā¼ Sometimes when you two are cuddling in bed he would randomly lick your back with his stomach mouth to make you jump.Ā
ā¼ āWhat the hell Ryomen!?āĀ
ā¼ āHehe, sorryāĀ
ā¼ You both discovered your hidden talents while living together, and Sukuna realized his talent happened to be dress making. He realized this after he made a little makeshift dress out of your wedding attire when he carelessly ripped it away.Ā
ā¼ He was able to make you some pretty good dresses with the most random of cloth that he found around the woods. They werenāt the most formal, but they were certainly the best dresses youāve ever had, being handmade by someone you loved.
ā¼ You once again tell him he doesnāt have to do all this but he makes you stuff anyway.Ā
ā¼ āWho said it was about you? This shit is fun as hell!ā which made you laugh.
ā¼ He now has to pay extra mind to not completely rip your clothes off during bed because you two no longer had an infinite void of clothing choices.Ā
ā¼ In fact, he actually swung a little too far in the opposite directionā¦
ā¼ āWait. Take it off carefully, I worked hard on this one. I SAID BE CAREFUL IDIOTāā
ā¼ Despite this, accidents still happen and sometimes he would rip them off in the heat of the moment anyways.
ā¼ Living together, you had to learn to do a lot of things related to maintaining a home like cleaning since you werenāt used to doing this stuff yourself.
ā¼ Sukuna told you that itās fine and that heād do it but you insisted that you should learn how to do things on your own now that youāre independent.Ā
ā¼ Being the good teacher that he is,Ā Sukuna would go on to teach you basic chores.Ā
ā¼ He would still tease you sometimes while teaching you though. Such as one time when you accidentally burned yourself by the fire trying to make dinner and he laughed when you kept flailing your hand everywhere.Ā
ā¼ He didnāt bully you for too long though, he was still worried of course. So, he made sure to heal the burns and help kiss them better.Ā
ā¼ Youāre still able to make those flower crowns like before, so you guys would make flower crowns for each other all the time, and this time Sukuna didnāt hide how proud he was of them.Ā
ā¼ Everytime he gave you yours heād give you a small kiss on the forehead before placing the crown on your head.
ā¼ You would try to do the same and would go on your tippy toes trying to reach him, but heās hella tall so it doesnāt work.Ā
ā¼ āJesus, you are 9 ft tallāĀ
ā¼ āIs that what they tell people? Thatās not true at allā He would smile, crossing his arms as you attempted to jump up to place the crown on him.Ā
ā¼ āWell whatever you are I canāt fucking reach youā
ā¼ He eventually lifts you up by your hips and lets you place the crown on him and give him his little forehead kiss.Ā
ā¼ Whenever you two are together, he always has his hands on you (he has four of course, and he needs to put them to good use). Whether itās placing your hand on his, or having an arm around your waist, one hand always had to be on you.Ā
ā¼ You both have every meal together, from breakfast to dinner. Theyāre mostly quiet and you both just take the time to bask in each otherās presence.Ā
ā¼ From this, you learned just how much Sukuna LOVES to eat.
ā¼ You noticed this already before of course, since your relationship started with you bringing him food, but you really notice it once you begin eating togetherĀ
ā¼ Sometimes when heās eating his food too quickly you tell him to take it easy in order to not upset his stomachĀ
ā¼ In response, heād point to his smiling stomach mouth and go āDoes he look upset to you?āĀ
ā¼ Youād just laugh at this point lol and leave him be with one last comment about how he seriously shouldnāt eat so fastĀ
ā¼ He listens for a bit and takes smaller bites, but he goes right back into it after a few minutes.
ā¼ You werenāt great at cooking at first, but Sukuna didnāt really care and ate your food anyways
ā¼ āDonāt worry I eat anything, this is trash thoughā heād say with food in his mouth, only half joking.
ā¼ Once you got better at the skill, he always insisted for you to cook or for the two of you to cook together since it tasted better when you did it (when you knew what you were doing, of course).Ā
ā¼ Speaking of togetherā¦ At first, you two tried to take baths together at the nearby river.
ā¼ Emphasis on tried, because Sukuna always got too excited seeing your naked body and you two werenāt able to get clean at all.Ā
ā¼ Due to this, you decided it was best to bathe separately, to Sukunaās dismay.Ā
ā¼ Occasionally you still allowed him to join you, of course.Ā
ā¼ Sukuna made love with you every time like it would be the last time.Ā
ā¼ In the back of his head, he always remembers the time you were taken away from him right after you both spent a night together.
ā¼ With this in mind, he always makes sure to make each session one youād never forget, and he always delivered on this promise, of course.Ā
ā¼ He would always take care of you after of course, and always made sure you were okay.Ā
ā¼ You were fine, but you passed out 99% of the time so he would wipe you down and make sure to cuddle you.Ā
ā¼ Heās always worried about you being in danger again, but whenever he sees you asleep next to him he canāt help but think of anything but what he ever did to deserve youĀ
ā¼ Of course, from the moment you wake up to see his sleeping face, you canāt help but think the same thing about him.Ā Ā
ā¼ Your life is a lot different now. Not only do you no longer have the title of Princess, but youāve traded in your castle for a tiny cottage, and a crown for dirt-covered feet. Yet, you wouldnāt change it for the worldā¦ because for every painful burn and disgusting bug on you, is his smile, and that smile is worth more than any title.
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A/N: Enjoyed seeing Fairy Tale!Sukuna? Just a reminder that if you havenāt read it yet, please feel free to read the story that these headcanons are based on!
description: The Sunshine rookie Spencer had heard so much about is the first one to make him laugh since he got out of prison.
length: 4.1k
warnings: Lucky Strikes episode, talks of humans eating humans, cm gore, blood, violence etc. UnSub gets creepy with reader. sex jokes, spitting water.
author's note: dedicated to @avis-writeshq because she is my GIRL when it comes to Spencer Reid x Sunshine brain rot, and also because she requested a Drabble for them but I couldn't stop writing and here we are with a full ficlet.
It had been three weeks, three painfully long weeks since Spencer Reid had returned to the BAU, nearly ten years since sheād seen him lecturing at Pennsylvania. He looked different, but then Emily had said quite literally on her second day that their endgame was getting him out of prison for a crime he didnāt commit, and it seemed only natural that being a fed in a foreign jail would knock someone around.Ā
Sheād been too nervous to speak to him on their first day working together, had stuck to Lukeās side like glue because he was closest in age to her and he didnāt seem to mind the way she could speak a hundred miles per hour. They had only really had any contact when she was chatting with Garcia in the kitchenette at lunch, when she was talking to the tech whizz about the crochet set sheād bought even though she couldnāt seem to wrap her head around the way everything bobbed and weaved and bobbed again, and how the woman on youtube seemed to make the tiny bumblebee seem so achievable while hers looked like a yellow turd.Ā
Heād come up behind the two of them, his footsteps deadly silent despite the fact he had sneakers on, and she wouldnāt have even known he was there had Penelope not lit up with glee at seeing Reid poking around their office again.Ā
āCoffee, honey?ā Penelope asked, looking over the girlās shoulder, and it was only when he murmured a āmhmā that the rookie noticed heād crept up behind her, leaning over to grab his mug from the cupboard, and she hopped to the side immediately.Ā
āS-sorry, just shove me out the way next time, my mom says I have zero spacial awareness.ā She said with a nervous laugh, and he didnāt seem to care as he granted her a small glance, pushing the button on the coffee machine and clunking his mug beneath the tap.Ā
āHave you met our newbie, Spence?ā Penelope asked, friendly as ever even though the women caught the way his jaw seemed to feather with clenched muscle, like he was holding himself back from snapping, and his eyes were tired as he looked over at Garcia, barely flicking his gaze to the new face despite her prompt, āThis is Y/N, sheās joined us from cold cases,āĀ
āHi,ā The woman chirped with a quick wave, despite the fact he was stood only a foot away from her, āItās nice to meet you after everyoneās spoken so highly about you, Penny said you like invented the term genius,ā
Spencer pursed his lips, trying not to make a backhanded comment about how dumb that sounded because of course he didnāt invent it, of course it was coined in the mid seventeenth century from the latin gignere to mean āexceptional natural abilityā, and the last time he checked he wasnāt even born then. But he stopped himself, because she was just being nice, and it wasnāt her fault that he hadnāt been sleeping or that he couldnāt eat dinner without waiting to hear a buzzer go off to let him know when it was meal time, and it certainly wasnāt her fault that she was just a few decibels too loud with her cheerful tone and smile that he could hear in every syllable.Ā
So he just gave her an awkward smile, and an acknowledging nod, the whir of effort from the coffee machine slowing down as his drink finished pouring, and he grabbed his mug, not even caring that the ceramic scolded his fingertips because heād felt so much worse before and gotten through it.Ā
āIāll catch up with you later,ā He said coldly, not returning the sentiment, and heād turned before he could see the way her smile dropped, her brows creasing in worry as she watched him head back towards his desk.
āDid I say something wrong?ā She asked with a small voice, and Penelope wrapped an arm around her shoulder giving her a kind squeeze and a sad smile.Ā
āItās not you, sweetie, heās just-ā Garcia swallowed, her own pout growing over her red painted lips, āHeās not like the Reid we used to know, heās struggling,āĀ
And so she nodded, chewing at the inside of her cheek with a frown. It felt silly to have her feelings hurt, except sheād been thinking about the day two agents from the BAU came to give her sociology class a talk on geographical and societal factors compelling crime, how sheād headed straight to her tutor that evening to swap her major to criminology. Because sheād hung on every word Agent Hotch and Agent Reid had said, which definitely had nothing to do with the fact the younger of the two was so dreamy in his glasses and tweed jacket.Ā
Sheād been excited to meet him again after nearly ten years, maybe even thank him for changing the trajectory of her entire life. He was still handsome, and despite the fact sheād grown up since then, had only thought about him as that hot guy who gave a lecture in her class that one time, she still had felt that silly fluttering feeling in her chest the second she saw him talking with Emily in her office the morning he got back.Ā
And heād look at her like she was a girl scout selling cookies; a passing face, a summer temp, no one worth getting to know.
She pretended like she wasnāt the slightest bit disappointed, heād been to prison for god sake. The guy had bigger problems than a little nobody girl from another department.
Things werenāt much better the day they got the case.
āYou might want to cover your eyes for this bit, my little sugar plum,ā Penelope said, looking at the rookie with soft eyes, and Emily smiled at her gently, knowing the girl had a bit of an innocent streak, not completely unlike Penny when sheād started the job.Ā
āWhy? Iām sure itās nothing-ā She cut herself off when Penelope clicked onto the next page, and the image of a woman who could only be described as utterly butchered flicked onto the screen in full size, āOh,āĀ
āOh, indeed, rookie,ā Rossi said with a wince, looking at the mulch of blood and muscle where her legs had been removed, and her fingers severed clean off as if with a carving knife.Ā
Luke looked up at the girl, where sheād gone a little peaky, and he patted her back gently, sliding his bottle of water over to her without a word.Ā
āAll the telltale signs are here,ā JJ said on a sighed breath, images of the rest of the crime scene flicking up on the screen.
āPentagram, legs and fingers gone,ā Rossi agreed, Luke and Matt looking between the team with a questioning glance, as she downed a sip of the water.Ā
āThereās even one neat aspect right here,ā Emily said, the tip of her finger pointing to one of the pictures of the floor outside the bathroom stall where the body was found, āHer earrings and jewellery are laid out equidistant on the floor,ā
āSure as hell looks like him,ā Rossi said, and she cleared her throat, looking to the older man on her left.Ā
āLike who?ā She asked, her eyes snapping to Spencer who opened his mouth to speak, which seemed to be the only time he ever did bother making conversation; when there was a body on their hands.
āFloyd Feylnn Ferrell,ā He said, as if the original case had only been wrapped up last week, but then with his memory she wasnāt exactly surprised, āA psychotic cannibal whoād been killing under the radar for years,ā
āHe killed ten prostitutes and then moved up to low risk victims,ā Prentiss added, the rookieās eyes wide. It wasnāt anything sheād never heard of, but it never made it easier knowing something even worse was coming after the murders.Ā
āHe kept slipping through the cracks and avoiding justice so people referred to him as āLuckyāā JJ said, her eyes darting over the crime scene photos that seemed to take her back ten years to when theyād seen almost an identical set of photos, like Hotch was about to call āWheels up in twentyā any minute now.
Rossi sighed, looking at the younger girl who watched him wide eyed, āHave you eaten today, rookie?ā
She shook her head dumbly, āWhy?ā
āBecause the worst of it was he owned a barbeque joint,ā Her face dropped even more, if that was even possible, āAnd he fed one of the victims to the search party,ā
Her hand flew to her mouth, blinking at the seasoned agent in terror, because that was something she hadnāt ever thought would enter someoneās mind until she heard it. As simple as it sounded, for someone who had seen cases going back twenty, thirty years, some particularly heinous in nature, there were new lengths she didnāt realise a human could ever go to, let alone would.
Penelope stopped, shutting her laptop lid and glancing at JJ in a plea for help, as the thought of what had happened after the Flynn case rushed to the front of her mind, when the guy sheād thought wanted to take her out on a date shot her.Ā
āI have a computerā¦ā The blonde trailed off, heading for the door to the office room with a dazed look in her eyes, and the rookie watched her leave, her neck and palms clammy as she thought about what Rossi had just said.Ā
āI think I have a computer too-ā She rushed, and she bolted from her seat before she could think of anything else, dashing after the technical analyst because she feared she was going to throw up if she didnāt get a breath of fresh air.Ā
Spencer watched her hair swish as she scurried out the room, and he wondered how long she would last if she couldnāt stomach just a few photos. He had struggled with the gore at first, sure, but heād never ran. Maybe he was being cruel, but he couldnāt say that a girl like her exactly fit the part of an FBI agent, she seemedā¦ pure, like driven snow, and if anything heād hate for the bloodied parts of their job to stain a girl so squeaky clean.
Emily nudged his shoulder, nodding towards her retreating figure when he looked up at her questioningly, āYou keep an eye on her in this case. Sheās still learning,āĀ
And Spencer grit his teeth, because he hated the idea of babysitting when he had a dozen of his own problems, but he nodded indignantly.Ā
He just hoped she didnāt make things too hard for him.Ā
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The door swung open behind Lori Flynn, the UnSubās sister, the midday Florida heat boring down on her back, Spencer bristling at her right as Luke pocketed his badge.Ā
And then there he was. The guy from the photo, his thick, wiry glasses exact matches to the ones heād been wearing the day he got caught, though she supposed a mental facility didnāt exactly have funds for replacements.Ā
āItās no problem, Lori, Iāll speak with them,ā His voice was a strong southern twang, and almost chillingly calm. His sister looked over her shoulder at him, the woman fretful as she glanced between the four agents, ten years of troubles on her shoulders. She sighed, running a hand over her neck nervously and headed back inside to be with her son, leaving them alone with their suspect on the doorstep, āYouāll have to wait, Iām on my way to church. Itās right around the corner so Iām within the thousand permitted yards from the monitoring station,ā
He quickly glanced at where Matt and Luke stood behind her, the former with his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed up the thin, twiggly guy who looked like the type to live in his motherās basement until he died, not the type to cannibalise and murder.Ā
His eyes darted over to where Reid towered over him, familiarity flicking in his face as he looked at the agent, and he smiled slowly, like something out of a horror, the uncanny valley of a face so normal when she knew he was so sick somewhat terrifying to her. He fed one of the victims to the search party. She heard it rattling around her skull as she saw the whites of his teeth, and she imagined him ripping into her then and there, her hands shaking.Ā Ā
āHey, I remember you. Whereās your friend, Agent Morgan?ā Floyd said, and she felt Spencer tense up beside her, which she guessed meant it was a sore subject as she jumped into the conversation, her lips moving before she could think better of it. Sheād always had a habit of talking too much when she was nervous, or to fill gaps, or when she could tell someone was uncomfortable, sheād always been told it was one of her more irksome traits.Ā
āYou wouldnāt mind if we took a look around, would you? Just while youāre gone?ā She asked politely yet, for once, she regretted ever opening her mouth the second he turned his attention on her.
She felt something cold and dreadful run down her spine as he looked straight at her, his sepia eyes trailing down over her neck, running over her body and down to her hands that fidgeted at her sides.
They waited on baited breath, her stomach flipping with sickness as that manic smile drew even wider, trained solely on her, a thought privy only to himself somewhat amusing to him. She felt herself lean away without even meaning to, incidentally feeling Spencerās arm bump into hers as she did, and the three men seemed to tense up as they watched Flynn smell the air, savouring every second of it, his eyes blown wide with something unreadable. Lustful yet starved, like he was on a four day fast standing next to an open roast.Ā
āYouāre awful pretty for an agent,ā Floyd said, that drawling accent of his turning her stomach, and his eyes trailed down over her calves, and she cursed herself for wearing a midi skirt. But she hated jeans on her thighs, hated the way Florida air clung humidly to her skin when she didnāt let it breathe, but she thought she might just hate the way his mouth filled with saliva more, āDo you like running, agent?ā
āSometimes,ā She whispered, shrinking in on herself even more as he took a step out of the home.Ā
And Spencer felt his chest drop at the sound of it. She sounded petrified. But then, he would be too if someone his size looked at him like he was a five-course banquet. And he regretted ever thinking of her as babysitting, as defective, because she was clearly trying her best, and this was where it had gotten her. Right on the UnSubās menu.
āI bet you do a lot of running, chasing after bad guys, huh?ā Floyd pushed, leering towards her with another smell of her perfume, and she could have sworn his smile only widened into something cheshire cat-esque. She nodded with a worried gulp, her breath picking up when his hand began moving up to where a rogue stray hair fell out of her bun, running over her collar bone, her heart beating so wild and heavy beneath it.Ā
And it was enough for Spencer to act, because within the blink of an eye, heād side stepped in front of the rookie who seemed frozen in her spot, and Floydās arm was shoved away where it hit Spencerās bicep. Flynn was forced to stop looking over her clammy skin with heavy swallows like he was imagining just how she would cut and marinate, and instead was confronted with a frown that could send any man scarpering, Spencerās lips pressed into something furious, his shoulders seeming only more broad than they usually did when he purposely blocked Flynnās view from her.Ā
āYouād better get going, Floyd,ā Spencer said, his voice a deadly sort of calm, and his arm stuck out behind him to keep her where she was as he spoke, āYouāre going to be late for church,āĀ
And Flynn listened, despite his smarmy smile as he dared a look at her when he passed by, despite the fact his eyes trailed back down to her jugular like he was ready to sever it there and then to string her up and cure.Ā
Spencerās hand fished around his pocket, glaring at the back of Floydās head as he strolled down the street, tossing the keys to Alvez, āTake her back to the car, donāt let her out of your sight,āĀ
And the two of them listened while he and Matt swept the house, because anyone would be insane not to when Spencer looked so angry he could have put a hole through Flynnās head without blinking an eye.
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āEating people, who eats people, what on earth is that all about,ā She muttered, the four of them in the SUV heading back to the station. She sat at the front with Spencer where he drove because Luke and Matt were gentlemen and had offered her the extra leg room, and Spencer had zero qualms because he was under strict instruction to keep an eye on her.Ā
She did that alot, he realised. Muttered when she was thinking about something. Where he went deadly silent when troubled, too focused on sorting through the mental files that seemed to be so resistant to organise these days, she was his entire opposite, always talking or humming a tune under her breath or playing an invisible set of piano notes on her knee, something to always keep the space filled.Ā
Heād hated it the first few days, the sound like a blaring alarm coming from over by her desk, cutting through his limited attention span, grating on his nerves and making him have to bite his tongue to stop himself from yelling at her to shut the fuck up. But then, it wasnāt exactly personal to her, even the sound of the coffee machine had been enough to pull at his hair in frustration. At twelve years old, it spluttered and whirred and kicked back at every drink it made, every second of it winding Spencerās patience up like a jack in the box.
But he found himself listening in on her mumbles, glancing over at how her frown screwed up her doe eyes, her lip pulling between her teeth whenever there was a tiny pause in between her words, before she started again. Heād quickly realised it was the easiest cheat in the book to know when something was bothering her, that she was so much of an open book, not at all cold and guarded like him or so many other profilers he knew, that he wouldnāt need to bother deducing her like she was his next UnSub to know what was wrong. She would just tell him as it was, wear everything vulnerable on her face.Ā
āSomething the matter?ā He pressed, Luke also keeping a close watch on her from the back seat as she shook her head to herself, and her head snapped over to the driverās side, her expression entirely caught even though sheād not exactly been subtle about her turmoil.
āM-me? ā She pointed to herself, and Spencer nodded, trying not to smile because sometimes she could be clueless, not the dumb kind but something sweet, naive, and he found himself somewhat jealous that she didnāt need to be the smartest person in the room to be worth something, she could just be herself, āYeah, I guess I just,ā She huffed, running her hands over her skirt, āI donāt get why anyone would want to eat someone else, it just-ā She shivered, not in a theatrical or fake way but like a ghost had walked over her grave just thinking about Floyd smelling at her.Ā
āSome cultures used to cannibalise other members of their society as funerary practices as early as twenty-four thousand years ago,ā Spencer said, and she stopped fidgeting to listen to him, āThereās evidence that the Magdelanians in North Europe used to turn their deadās skulls into cups they would then drink out of,ā
āThat I can understand, those guys were probably starving and itās not like they can just chow down on a damn sabertooth as an easy lunch or something,ā She said, and he bit his lip from stopping her to explain that the two of them were about four thousand years apart from one another, āBut like, when thereās a burger king or taco bell on every corner, why are you eating women. Who eats women for breakfast lunch and dinner, like raise your hands which one of you would ever eat a woman,āĀ
Luke sniggered, and Matt smirked at the innuendo of it, the double meaning of her words flying entirely over her head.
āI dunno, Alvez, do you like eating women?ā Simmons asked, a smug grin in his words as the boys cackled childishly, and Spencer rolled his eyes with amusement.Ā
āPretty partial to it actually,ā Luke chimed in, and she whirled in her seat to look behind her of scepticism, āHow about you, Reid?ā
āYou guys are so weird,ā She murmured, and Spencer took a quick glance off the road to see her looking entirely baffled, her feathers ruffled at the fact she was left out of the joke.Ā
āTheyāre talking about oral sex,ā He explained, because he remembered when that had been him for the longest time, and how it had made him feel like the butt of every punchline to not understand why everyone would smile at him knowingly, yet he found himself doing the exact same to her, his lips twitching at their corners.
Spencer watched her scoff, looking back at the two grown children in the back, āI take it back, you guys arenāt weird, your gross. Why canāt you be mature like Spencer?ā She huffed, sitting back in her seat and fixing her skirt, āSee if you were grownups like Agent Reid and I, youād know the term isnāt eating a woman, itās called focalratio,āĀ
Matt pulled a face of confusion, flicking his eyes to her, āIsnāt that to do with a camera lens?āĀ
āDo you mean fellatio?ā Spencer asked, trying his hardest not to smirk because he didnāt want to make her feel stupid, except she just waved a hand at him.
āThatās what I said. I see why they call you Doctor Read and not Doctor Listen,ā She giggled at her own words, watching the trees go by her passenger window, almost entirely oblivious to the way Spencerās face cracked into a grin, something easy and charmed in his chest.Ā
And for a moment, he saw exactly what Penelope had been talking about when she wouldnāt stop talking about how likeable she was and how it was harder to hate her than it was to love her.Ā
Luke took a sip of his water, the bottle nearing the end as the Florida sun warmed it up, and he figured he might as well finish it before it became stagnant and undrinkable.Ā
āActually the term fellatio describes only male genitalia, the female equivalent would be cunnilingus-ā Spencer explained, and he knew she was listening because he felt her eyes on the side of his face as he spoke, except he was cut off by the sound of her screaming so loud he nearly slammed on the breaks then and there.Ā
āLUKE!ā She yelled, and when Spencer looked, she had water dripping down the back of her hair, soaking her shirt to her skin, her black bra straps suddenly clear as day as they pressed against her dove white top. Alvez looked mortified, and he found himself apologising between coughs, water dribbling down his chin where heād been so shocked to hear that word coming from Spencerās mouth that heād completely forgone swallowing and simply spat the whole thing out right through the gap between the headrest and the seat.Ā
And Spencer laughed; it was quiet and foreign and nothing on the roaring cacophony coming from Matt in the back, as her and Luke descended into a squabble, her proclaiming him as a disgusting alpaca man as she tried to dry herself off with his jacket. But she caught it, the small chuckle coming from her left, and she looked at him, the sodden shirt almost forgotten when she saw him laugh.Ā
She thought then that she wanted to make him laugh like that a million more times.Ā And she knew she had it bad for Spencer Reid all over again.
I like your kissing booths idea! š Can I request Heat? I have such a soft spot for him. š„¹
The Kissing Booth: Heat for Nocturnalrorobin
Word Count: 1,090+ (I have a problem, it got out of control)
Notes: I adore Heat. He is spectacular. He is so pouty, and he deserves all of the sweet kisses in the whole world. He is also really flirty here, because I say so. Now come get rizzed up by the firebreather, Nocturnalrorobin.
Drums began to beat within the air at a faster and more deliberate tempo than the musicians were playing prior. The song was vibrant enough to have you sway a little in your seat as you focussed on the tastes and smells in the air, the colorful sounds painted in your ears, and the gentle breeze floating over and kissing your skin from the ocean shore.Ā
Soft bells jingled and clicks of wooden sticks clacking indicated the vendors were readying themselves for a new round of sales, the blindfold prohibiting you from truly understanding what wares they were producing to the amassment of festivity enjoyers.
You had been sitting at your booth for a little while now, the line of immediate kisses finally dying down and giving you a soft break you yearned for since starting. A large variety of lips of all textures, teeth and jaws had pressed themselves against your lips, and you were genuinely surprised by how much you were enjoying the experience.Ā
A soft cough broke you away from your thoughts, alongside the rustle of paper placed within your glass jar with a few coins to follow. You drew your chin over to where you assumed your guest was sitting, a small smile on your face as you welcomed them in.Ā
āI-... uh-...ā the smooth baritone sheepishly began, the weight of his body sitting down atop the stool causing the wooden frame to creak and shuffle, ā...How does this work, exactly? I was watching earlier, donāt get me wrong, I get what happens. Iām just wondering if we talk a little first, or I just go straight for it?āĀ
You immediately hum a soft giggle at him, your smile only growing at his bashfulness.Ā
āIs there anyone waiting after you?ā you ask him curiously, prompting him to take a momentsā pause. A soft grumble unintentionally left his throat as he mumbled his answer.
āSorry to disappoint you,ā his tone was soft and almost disheartened, āItās just me and you here.ā You could feel the pout in his tone, prompting you to reach forward and attempt to locate his hands with your own.Ā
āNo, sweetheart. Not what I meant,ā you reassure him with a soft look, āWhen you suggested talking, I just thought-...ā you trailed off, sheepishly biting your bottom lip and stifling a rising flush to heat your cheeks, āI mean, if thereās nobody waiting, I wouldnāt mind the conversation. That is, if you want to talk.āĀ
A warm chuckle spread from his chest, prompting you to join your own laugh with his.Ā
āYou a little lonely, that it?ā he gently turned his hand, presenting his palm up to you and caressing your fingertips with his thumb.Ā
āYou have no idea,ā you admit to him with your smile growing more vibrant. His hands felt warm within your own, his skin having soft divots and feeling coarser than others youād held in the past. He gently coaxed your hand up, gently pressing palms together in front of you both.Ā
His whole hand felt so much larger than your own, the heat from his hands feeling all the more foreign to you.Ā
āWhat made you sign up for somethinā like this?ā he asked suddenly, gently interlacing his fingers within yours and soothing over your index finger with his thumb. You hummed at the soft gesture, returning the soft touch by thumbing over the knuckle on his own thumb.Ā
āNot sure,ā you admitted with a subtle shrug, āI had a free night, itās for charity, and Iāve been told Iām a good kisser?ā He chuckled at your candor, inching slowly towards you. His hand gently reached up and cupped your cheek, his fingers gently caressing the silken blindfold as he carded his digits through your hand.Ā
āYou have to wear this thing?ā he tapped your blindfold twice with the pad of his thumb, prompting you to nod in response. āA shame. I wouldāve liked to see your eyes,ā he gave it another gentle tap before you felt his lips hover over yours, āI bet theyāre as beautiful as the rest of you.āĀ
āYou flirt with all the booths?ā you giggle at him, leaning your head into his hand, āOr am I just special?ā He again joined his laugh with yours, the soft rumble bringing you great comfort with every soft moment together.Ā
āJust you,ā he admitted, leaning all the closer towards you. āYou mind if I just-...ā You felt the heat from his lips hovering over yours, your lips immediately parting as you whispered the word āyes,ā in a voice just below a whisper.Ā
At that, his lips gently and tentatively joined with yours. Cradling your head all the closer, he gently parted his lips and kissed with a softness you had yet experienced in all your time at the booth.Ā
There was a soft texture and groove on his lips, several divots that felt almost like the silvery scarring of healed flesh. You gently squeezed his hand holding yours, leaning forward and placing your hand on his thigh as he deepened the kiss.Ā
His lips began to become more passionate and heated, his kisses becoming ignited like licks of flames over your sensitive flesh. Your brows knit beneath the blindfold, the temperature change not harmful but shocking with each passing moment. His hands carded through your hair as he angled his chin, slowly mouthing at your lips in a slow and sensual dance of passion.Ā
As he pulled away, you almost felt the need to chase him, his kiss leaving a lingering tingle of warmth over your skin. He chuckled, gently bringing his lips down once more on yours in a soft and chaste kiss.Ā
āYou sure you gotta keep the blindfold on?ā he gently teased you with his soft hum. You confirm with a disgruntled hum, which he mirrors back at you.Ā
āFor the next hour, yes,ā you confess as his hand returns to your cheek and caresses your face. The drums begin to calm their beat, an uproarious applause echoing throughout the festival space and urging him to release your cheek immediately.Ā
The sparks from your hands joining lingered where your digits remained intertwined.Ā
āIām gonna come back,ā he whispered, gently leaning down and pressing his lips against your cheek. āI donāt want you to die of boredom, afterall,ā he uttered while gently releasing your hands, he chuckled and flicked his thumb over your bottom lip, āOr hunger. Iāll bring you a snack, Iām sure my crewās already found the best vendor.āĀ
soo i know this is the shortest thing iāve ever written but itās like a introduction of (possiblyš¤š») a series so please let me know if youād be interested in this š„¹
any and all comments would be greatly appreciated š
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pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N
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āBaby Iām home.ā you announced to your boyfriend after coming straight from uni. Today was a hard day especially with the finals taking place but you were finally having a little off time and couldnāt be happier. The stress and anxiety was put on hold for a whole week and also, you were finally introducing your boyfriend to your whole friend group. Of course heās met your closest girls, Val and Maria but this was the first time heād be in a big group setting with you since everyone in the group had been super busy the last couple of months. You and your boyfriend had been officially together for two months but it was actually going so well that you spent most days and nights together and the relationship only grew stronger each day.
āIām in the shower, baby.ā he shouted and you headed over to his bedroom to get ready already having stuff at his place. You put on a nice going out top with straight fit jeans as your boyfriend joined you in getting ready.
āHow was the exam, love?ā
āIt was actually okay, surprisingly.ā you laughed and applied more blush.
āI told you you had nothing to worry about. Iām the one who should stress about today, Iām meeting all your friends at once after all.ā he joked.
āTheyāll love you.ā you said as you hugged him from behind.
āIs there anyone I should be concerned about?ā
āWhat do you mean?ā you stiffened.
āWell every friend group has that overprotective one.ā
āOh yeah definitely.ā you said while nervously laughing.
āIs there someone like that?ā
āNo, I donāt think so.ā you avoided his gaze and finished getting ready leaving for your uber.
Once you arrived to the bar you met up with pretty much all your closest friends and their significant others, you were childhood friends for the most part but had some additions along the way over the years. It was pretty much like friends the series, where you met up as much as possible and knew everything about each other. As you scanned the table, you realized someone missing.
mariona's statement during her press conference. (it's so emotional š„¹)
"good afternoon. first of all, thank you all so much for being here. before starting the press conference i would like to make a short summary of what it has been for me. being part of the club of my life. those of you who know me know that my first football memories are all related to barƧa. the first blaugrana shirt, ronaldinho's first boots, the first trips with the family to visit camp nou, the first matches on TV, those of barƧa. looking back, i realize how lucky i was that my father instilled this in me from a very young age, which means loving a club and admiring the colours. and how lucky to be able to say out loud that i have always been, am and will always be a culer.
"when i was 18 years old and had the option to come here, the decision was made on my own. i still remember that day and what o heard that girl who had grown up being a barƧa fan, the one who screamed and jumped when they scored goals and the one who cried and got angry when they lost, she had before her the opportunity of her life to wear the blaugrana shirt, but this time an official one with her name on it. and this dream, when it came true the first moment i set foot in the ciutat esportiva, was wonderful. after ten years i leave feeling even culer than i was before, if that is possible and we feel privileged to have been part of the best team in the world.
"the truth is that i couldn't describe in words what barƧa means to me, and that's why you can imagine how difficult it was to make the decision to leave. barƧa is my life and barƧa has changed my life. that is why i wanted to take advantage of this moment to dedicate a few words to those who have been part of this path in the first place, the president and the board of directors. you have made all this possible with a firm and real commitment to women's football and to us. without you this story would be totally different. you have given us the tools to develop as professionals and you have given me the best gift of being able to play at camp nou, my family, my mother and my brother, my godmother, my aunts and uncles cousins you have followed me every step of the way and have always shown me your unconditional support. i know you've enjoyed this stage as much as i have and you've been a huge part of it all.
to you, dad, who was the one who took me up and down when i played in amateur fields. i wouldn't know how to explain to you that i have managed to win three champions leagues with your beloved barƧa and play in front of a camp nou. i wish i didn't have to leave so early because i know you would have enjoyed it more than anything. but what has marked ends and for every title raised i promise you that you have been there, because this has always been our dream and that is why i hope that, wherever you are right now, you will be very proud of me.
to my friends for loving me and helping me and always being by my side, to the technical staff, i thought you were crazy about football, but yours is worth studying. you have made me love this sport even more and you have passed on your passion to me. no one had ever told me about bases and squares, chains or body orientation. i am the player i am today because of you. you have taught me so much and made me believe in myself. i hope that despite the training tantrums, you are aware of how much i respect and admire you. and i would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the trust you have placed in me, along with the other members of the coaching staff and club workers. you are many and very important. your work is more invisible, but do you know that you are essential to us.
to the press and the fans. thank you for embracing us and pushing us as you have. and finally, to the most important ones, to my colleagues. sharing this adventure with you has been the best part. no one but us can imagine the effort we have put in, nor the sacrifice we have made to get to where we are. we all know it has not been easy, but it has been worth it because we are a unique team. you have made me proud to be part of this historic group, and not only for all the sporting achievements, but for all the social impact we have achieved and the image we have given to the whole world. It's not just wins, but how we won. that's why i can only thank you for making me enjoy football and for making me a better player. we will miss you very much. but i will always follow closely and celebrate your successes as my own. i wish you the best and hopefully football or life will offer us a reunion. i would also like to make a special mention to Xavi Llorens for giving me the opportunity to come here and marc for making such a farewell possible, they are always in good tune, despite the difficulty and pressure of the last few months. with my hand on my heart. i just have to thank you again. i am proud and happy to be a part of this great family. visca el barƧa now and forever."
Hey how are you!!! Hope you're doing amazing I always love your fics and now that i know you are also taking one piece requests I am taking the step of actually sending requests cause i don't really have much of an imagination when it comes to k-pop idols i just read the fics but never had ideas of my own but as an anime watcher i do have lot of ideas when it comes to my fav charactersš„¹
Feel free to ignore my request if it's too much
So as you mentioned that you were in skypedia arc meaning you have completed alabasta meaning you know aceš
So i was wondering if you would be able to write a modern au where ace and luffy meet go to a cafe where the reader is the owner and ace falls for the reader first like he loves her food and wants to thank her and then is completely blown and head over heels for her when he see's them and talk with them it would be amazing if the reader is gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it thanks for going throught this hope you can do it take care!!!!!!!
a way to manās heartā¦
# author's note ... IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM SO HAPPY FOR SOME OP REQS:( i hope this meets ur expectations!!!! :D
# extras ... a lot of food; gn! reader; modern au :D
āso, luff, todayās all about you. the food is on me!ā ace grinned and patted his younger brotherās back. luffyās eyes widened and sparkled with childish joy.
āyouāre really the best, bro! can i pick the place too? thereās a new cafe that has opened upāā luffy started.
āyour wish is my commandā ace hummed and the younger one almost jumped out of his shoes, excitement over the roof.
well, itās not everyday when ace visited his brother. as he moved out for university, they lost the ability to hang out that often. but it was summer, meaning ace could return to his hometown and his family.
āsanji went there already! he said the food was delicious ā and ya know, heās a cook! he knows the deal. he also said something about the service peopleā¦ but i didnāt really careā¦ā luffy put a pointing finger on his chin āitās not that popular thoughā¦ i hope they are openā¦ā
ace listened with amusement to his little brother, soft smile on his lips. he missed him a bit more than heād like to admit ā the absence of his energetic yells was almost crushing in his quiet, lonely apartment.
upon arriving, they noticed itās a very small and almost hidden from the societyās view cafe.
luffy barged in, doors swinging open, a sound of a doorbell ripping through the air.
it was empty inside, only soft sound of jazz music filling the room.
āyahoo! anyone here?ā luffy hummed, looking around. then he came up to the check out, eyeing the menu. ace went to pick a seat.
a gentle voice spoke out, drawing the brothersā attention.
āyes, welcome, come in! how can i help you?ā the waiter asked with a happy smile. ace checked his phone upon realizing his not getting any say in the food choice anyway.
ācan i see the menu?ā
after what it felt like ages, luffy came back. buzzing with excitement, he tapped aceās souldwr repeatedly.
āthat lovely person gave us a food testing deal, so i ordered literally everything! isnāt it just the best day ever?ā the younger one grinned, giggling boyishly.
ace frowned and turned his head to look at the cashier but they were gone. it was a bit suspicious but he didnāt want to burst his brotherās bubble. shrugging, he put his phone away and focused on luffy.
after a while, the waiter brought all the food that took up all the space on the table.
āare you sure youāll eat everything?ā the waiter asked and ace looked up, suddenly struck by their beauty. the name tag read āy/nā with a small heart next to it.
āduh!ā luffy puffed his chest proudly and dug in, not realizing how mesmerised his brother was.
āenjoy your meal, then! if you need anything else just let me knowā you smiled and went back behind the counter.
ace smirked, an idea blooming in his head, and started eating as well.
he was a good lover, that was no lie. he has eaten lots and lots of delicious meals but thoseā¦ those tasted like heaven. this carrot cake or rice puddingā¦ could top sanjiās cooking, for sure.
thereās a saying āthe way to a manās heart is through his stomachā for a reason.
while exchanging joyous nods with luffy, ace knew heāll leave this cafe with more than a full stomach.
āum, excuse me?ā ace called and walked up to the check out, drumming his fingers against his wallet.
you came from the storage room, wiping your hands against your apron. a bright smile painted on your lips.
āyes?ā
āiād like to order another thingā ace smiled and with the corner of his eye he noticed how his words peaked luffyās interest.
āmhm, of course! and what would it be?ā you asked, looking at him interested. he (and his brother) were definitely unusual clients.
ātwo cups of cappuccino and an orange juice. and a dessertā¦ of your choice, y/nā he said smugly and leaned against the counter, his muscular arm flexing.
your eyes widenedā¦ then your brows frowned and nose scrunched. ace giggled upon your reaction and winked.
āyou should join us, y/nā ace hummed and then realized one thing: youāre at work āoh, i mean, unless the owner minds it but i can take the blameā
āoh, no. there will be no need for that. iām the owner and i will certainly donāt mindā you sent him a soft smile and saw his lips turn into an o in awe āiāll bring the coffee and be right backā
āace, can i have your brownie muffin?!ā luffy yelled.
in a blink of an eye you arrived, steaming cups of coffee and an orange juice. placing them down on the table, squeezing the dessert too, you pulled up a chair and sat down.
āi hope you enjoyed your food?ā you looked expectantly at luffy.
āmy friend, if i could marry a mealā¦ iād marry them all!ā the younger brother cheered and you laughed.
aceās heart melted ā the sound of your laughter was the cutest sound ever.
āthank you so much, i really appreciate itā you hummed, grabbing your coffee cup. ace did the same and his heart skipped a beat when he saw that you made a heart out of foam at the top of his beverage.
āso youāre the owner? is it hard to own a cafe?ā he asked before taking a sip.
you chatted with the brothers for a long time, occasionally pausing to serve the other customers that would come in. or to deliver more food for luffy.
ace fell for you with each word, gestureā¦ everything you did.
before you realized it was the closing hour, sun setting behind the windows.
āweāll get going, this guy has an important exam that he has to cram for!ā luffy whined, puffing his cheeks and pointing at ace āiād love to stay longerā¦ā
āfeel free to visit me whenever! donāt tell it to anyone but you might just be my favorite customersā you winked and luffy chuckled, packing his stuff.
ādo you need any help though? we made a messā¦ā ace asked, looking at the table with empty dishes (and some stains from luffyās messy eating)
āno, no, donāt worry. i donāt want to keep you busy. good luck with cramming!ā you grinned.
āthank youā ace sent you a warm smile and pulled out his wallet to leave the payment since you already told them what the checkout is going to be (you didnāt mention you included a huge discount too).
when you came back from the kitchen where you put away the dirty dishes, the brothers were gone.
you walked up to take another part of the dishes when something caught your eye.
next to the bill there was a napkin with something scribbled on it.
thank you for satisfying my broās wolffish appetite! however iād prefer to hung out with you without this rascalā¦ call me? <3
I'm totally speech-less. That was the perfect peace of literature. Pure art.
Ps. This is totally just my opinion, but I feel like Ruby and john had something happened between them, albeit be a kiss or a one night stand, but they give of that vibe ā„ļø
second of all. genius. the thought hadnāt even crossed my mind but as soon as i read the brilliant words i LAUNCHED to agree. The opposite attract??? ffff the gruff and the uptight??
Price and Ruby absoluuuuutely had too many one night, maybe shortly after a games, both of them vulnerable and needy after watching their tributes perish. The kids they come to know and love over the course of the week, only to see them meet their brutal end. Price wordlessly pours Ruby a drink, and she accepts without pushback. Heāll sit next to her on the plush couch, closer than he normally would. They drink in silence, Ruby uncharacteristically quiet.
After the second drink, Ruby will finally break the silence in the tune of her reminiscing about her tributes. The good things - their amazement as they indulged the luxury of the Capitol, the rare smile at the dinner table, touching heartfelt parting words during bittersweet goodbyes. He didnāt tell her that he hates this. He hates talking about the kids. He wants to drink and forget. But he knows this is how she processes the pain, by reliving the good memories. So he lets her ramble on, watching her sad smiles as she plays absentmindedly with her necklace.
And by the third, when the heat is flushing their skin, Ruby manages to draw amused huffs from Price, the corners of his lips perking up ever so slightly. Partly because, well, itās Ruby, but thereās a part of him that is genuinely enjoying listening to her gush over her tributes. She sees the world much differently than Price, and he canāt help but be mesmerized by her perspective.
By the fourth, Rubyās rocking her upper half, swaying loosely as the alcohol dances in her veins. Wide, perfect smiles that bunch her cheeks and unrestrained laughs, much different then her usual reserved, polite laughs.
And by the fifth, Price cuts off Rubyās rambling by pulling her in with either end of the collar on her low-cut button down, planting a kiss on her lips by no means gently. While shocked, eyes wide and not returning the gesture, she doesnāt pull away. A moment passes and Ruby flutters her eyes shut, submitting to the harsh taste of alcohol on his tongue. She lets him lead with sloppy confidence, matching his eager pace as he tilts his head to devour more of her. A rough, calloused hand finds the side of her jaw, the other sneaking underneath the fabric of her top. His hand glides over soft, flushed skin, fingers brushing over collarbones as his palms gently meld to the top of a plush breast.
There is no sixth drink that night.
no, you š³ thank you for the ship i didnāt know i needed.
A/n: Happy Haechanie Dayy š„¹šāØļøš« This is a birthday special for our sunshine! I wasn't gonna do this since I was busy, but considering everything my love is going through, I had to! My boy is so precious and amazing. The allegations were so bad. If I think it's really bad, imagine how hard he must be having it.
Haechan is my sunshine, and I love him so much! So this is dedicated to my amazing and adorable fullsunand all the sunflowers (cause as one myself, ik how everyone must be feeling)šāØļøš«āļø
I haven't done a dad au in forever so I thought I might as well write one for how they had Chaein š„¹
Genre: new dad au, a little angsty, romance, fluff, humor
Pairings: Lee Haechan X Fem Oc
Warnings: swearing
The house was chill with tension as the only daughter of the family sat in front of her parents, eyes staring down at the ground. Too scared to face her parents. She flinched a little when her father cleared his throat.
"Hina, did our family's teachings and morals still not get ingrained into your mind?" Her father said in a low, calm tone.
"Dad, I-" her father raised his hand up to stop her from speaking.
"No. I think your actions have said everything. We sent our daughter to Korea to study... and we came all the way from Japan to see how well she was doing... only to find oushe got pregnant by some korean punk. We'llschedule you for abortion." Hina's dad said making her widen her eyes and look at her father in shock.
"I know... that we made a mistake. But... Donghyuck is not just some Korean punk... I love him dad, we love each other... you can't just decide everything on your own." She said making her father scoff.
"So you were so crazy in love that you ended up creating a baby at 19? You are too young, too young to know what love is and too young to be a mother. Are you even sure he loves you?" Her father spat making Hina's eyes gloss up.
"Honey." Her mother looked at her father with a worried look.
"We didn't mean to create a child! And I know for a fact that he loves me.... because he was more caring and understanding about the situation than my own family. He makes me forget about the expectations and pressures you put on me... he makes me feel like myself when I'm with him. We're keeping the child." Hina said in a shakey tone before walking out.
"Hina!" Her mother called out for her as her father went red with rage.
Hina's
I aggressively wiped my tears as I walked towards the park to cool down. I breathed irregularly while walking but I abruptly stopped in my tracks when I saw a familiar figure slumped on the bench.
"Donghyuck..." I called out to him making him look up. The sight of his bruised face and busted lip making me gasp and run to his side.
"What happened?!" I asked as I cupped his face and looked at his face.
"Nothing, nothing happened. Don't worry." He said in a calm tone with a smile making tears brim my eyes. Knowing that his father hurts him I began crying at the thought of his father hurting him because of the pregnancy.
"It's not okay... it's all my fault-" Donghyuck quickly cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips.
"Don't. You aren't at fault. It's my fault for putting you in this situation. I love you okay... I'll protect you, I promise." He said making me sob as I hugged him.
"Dad wants me to abort." I sobbed as I hugged him making him tense before letting out a breath and hugging me tight.
"It's your choice... I can't really force you to keep the baby. I'll still love you no matter what your decision is." Donghyuck said making me break the hug and look at him.
"I... do you... want the baby?" I asked making his eyes soften.
"If given the chance... yes. I love you and our child. And I'll still love you if you decide not to keep it. But if you do consider... I promise... you won't have to worry about anything. I'll take care of everything." He said making me break into a sob.
"I'm scared... I want the baby too... but I'm scared dad might force me to let go of the baby." I said in a shakey tone making him wipe my tears as he smiled.
"Why are you worried? I'm here... your father will have to get past me first." He said while caressing my hair.
"You've suffered enough because of me... now let me suffer for you. I'll cry for you and I'll scream for you. Let me give back the love you gave me." Donghyuck said making me shake my head.
"That's not fair..." I cried making him chuckle.
"When have I ever been fair? All you need to do is think of a name for our little angel." Donghyuck said and booked my nose, making me giggle.
After having a talk with Donghyuck, we stood outside my apartment hand in hand, ready to face my family. As promised, Donghyuck personally asked to speak with my parents. After entering we the whole atmosphere was quiet until he spoke up.
"I deeply apologize for being so indecent and getting your daughter pregnant. I take full responsibility. But please... let our child live, I promise I'll take care of your daughter and our child with all my heart." Donghyuck said with his head touching the ground in a full bow making me feel touched as I stood up and sat next to him, before fully bowing.
"Dad, please... let us keep our baby." I said as I bowed making mom look at dad.
"You don't have a job, nor a house... how are you gonna raise a child?" He spoke making Donghyuck sit up straight and look at dad in the eye.
"I'll get a job... and a house. I'll do everything you say." He said firmly making dad look at me.
"He's stupid. Making big claims. But since he's so insistent, I wanna look for myself just how much of the things he claims he can do." Dad said making me widen my eyes.
"Thank you, dad." I said and bowed deeply as Donghyuck joined me.
A month after that we had a court marriage and a small dinner. Donghyuck's dad didn't attend but as long as we had each other it didn't matter. Although dad had his doubts, Donghyuck was able to get a decent job and with the help of his friends, he got a cute little house for us in the country side which was big enough to house us and one child.
"Hyuck..." I called out his name as we sat hand in hand at our corridor watching the sunset.
"Yes, love?" He said in a loving tone as he looked at me with adoration.
"I love you. And I know our daughter will love you too." I said with a knowing smile as tears glossed my eye. Donghyuck widened his eyes as he stood up.
"WE'RE HAVING A GIRL?!" He exclaimed making me nod as I began crying. Donghyuck cupped my cheeks and kissed me before pulling me into a tight hug.
"I love you so much! Thank you, thank you!" He exclaimed making me giggle as he wiped my tears.
"Oh my gosh... PINK! WE NEED TO PAINT THE HOUSE PINK!" He exclaimed and ran inside making me smile as I looked at my bump.
"Look at how excited dad already is for you." I said with a smile as I caressed my bump.
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Time went on and the Lee household soon had an angel in their arms. In the form of baby Chaein who definitely won the hearts of the otherwise angry grandparents. It was as though the light of happiness and success shone on the family.
"Dada... say Dada." Donghyuck said slowly in order for his daughter to follow his words.
"What are you doing?" Hina came in the room to see her husband and their 10 month old baby.
"She's too young to be able to say that." His wife said making him shake his head.
"Not our daughter. There's a prodigy in our family and it's her. I know she can do it. Say daaa daaa." He said in a sing song voice.
"Dadaaa" He continued making their daughter laugh.
He went on singing Dada for weeks until one day when he was asleep and Hina wasn't home she said her first words without anyone's knowledge.
"Dada." Little Chaein said with a smile without anyone ever finding out. Was she really a prodigy?
I feel asleep while writing it and originally I was gonna post it at midnight but I slept.... so it seemed a bit rushed. But I'll try to post another one. Maybe the one where Haechan and Hina are present when she says her not so first word.
so invested in famous!reader and her loreā¦ does she have close friends in the industry besides Mike? What does the media/general public think of her? Does she have a crazy fan base?
I love her and want to give her a hug. š„¹ thank you!!! š«¶š»
Just call me the Drake Passage because youāre crossing dangerous waters, my friend.
She does have many close friends in the industry. To name one, Kathryn Gallagher, who was on Broadway for Jagged Little Pill. Lauren Patten was also in that production, and she worked with Mike in Days of Rage, so everything is connected in some way it seems. Victoria Pedretti, Lili Reinhart, and Florence Pugh are just another few. She also has ongoing beef with Kendall Jenner that seems to resurface once a year.
In her younger years, the media pinned her as a big party girl, and it was common for her to make headlines when she was seen having dinner with a guy or leaving a bar with friends. As sheās gotten older, and sheās retreated from the media, it seems theyāve changed their attitude toward her, but theyāve always been supportive of her, but not always the most respectfulā¦but thatās Hollywood, baby.
As for fans, sheās blessed to have fans that arenāt too much. They donāt crowd her and overwhelm her ā though, I will say they were guilty of that in the past, but people grow. Fans who spot her in Ohio are very reluctant to approach her, but if they do, itās a very polite and quiet exchange, and sheāll sign whatever they want signed, maybe even take a photo, and then sheās on her way.
Hereās a story: She, Mike, and their friends are all at a bar one night, and a couple fans are sitting at the bar top when they notice her sitting in a booth. Sheās sitting in the inner part of the booth, and Mike has his arm strung over her shoulders, so sheās hidden well, but sheās nevertheless seen. They donāt want to bother her; she looks so happy and carefree; they figure theyāll just watch her from afar for a while and then talk about their encounter on Twitter.
Mike ends up going up to the bar to get more drinks, and this is when the girls see their shot. They had quickly written little notes for her, how much she means to them, and the songs and albums sheās done that have resonated with them deeply over the years. They hesitantly ask Mike if he can give them to her, because they donāt want to bother her, but heās insistent they come to the table to meet her. If she wasnāt in the mood to meet fans, he would know.
The girls are shaking as they follow Mike back to their table, and they swear they black out during the encounter. She signs the inside of an Agatha Christie book one of the girls had in their purse, and the back of a Dollar General receipt. They also take pictures, thanks to Mikeās immaculate photography skills, and the only request was to post anything after midnight to guarantee sheās left the establishment.
Just met [reader] and Mike at a bar in Columbusā¦ I havenāt stopped shaking. She signed my Dollar General receipt and became visibly upset when she noticed I paid $3 for my sunglasses. āWhatās the fucking point being called Dollar General if youāre going to extort your customers?ā She smelled so good, and complimented my Pedro Pascal shirt. Mike looked so good and he was so nice. It makes perfect sense why she likes him. Literally saw him kiss with my own two eyes so anyone who says itās a stunt can suck my fat dick. Homeboy isnāt down bad with bedroom eyes for you to be saying they arenāt in love. Eat it.
asksjshd I missed when you rbed this I think so Iām trying my luck!
ācould you be happy here with me?ā for armand/louis/lestat š„¹
azsfdxfcavsdcjhgv bold of you to assume I'll ever turn away my favorite trio!!!!!!!
It's rare, for Louis to be awake so close to the sun. Each morning he is first to fall victim to the first rays of light, and the last to shake the spell the following evening, but tonight he strains against the undertow for just a few more moments with Lestat, a few more minutes in this liminal wonderland.
They had demanded so much of Armand this evening, poor thing. And the mortal sleep suits his young body so well, the way the apple of his cheek presses right up against Louis' chest, the way his soft little toes curl back and press against Lestat's knee.
In an hour or so the Death Sleep will take hold and his body will bare no evidence of his lovers' passion; the kaleidoscope of black and blue and red will dissolve back to a blank porcelain canvas, ripe for the taking once more. But here, trapped between Louis and Lestat, Armand is no one but himself, beautiful and perfect and surrendered wholeheartedly to the depths of slumber.
"You need a bigger bed," Lestat hums with a smile, taking one strand of auburn hair and curling it around his finger.
"I like this one," Louis sighs.
"There's hardly enough room."
"It was only meant for one person."
"And you mean to tell me," Lestat unwinds his fingers from Armand's hair and reaches instead to cradle the fine slope of Louis' jaw. "That you expected to look this beautiful and somehow end the evening in bed by yourself?"
Louis says nothing, simply snuffs out his laughter with a little hum and nuzzles against the welcome embrace of Lestat's hand.
"How very foolish of you, indeed."
"Foolish of me to think I might be afforded a modicum of privacy?"
"Yes!" Lestat laughs. "Foolish of you to feign annoyance when you were the one who batted your lashes and lured us into this very bed in the first place."
There is something especially delicious about watching Louis through the darkness; the way his lips twist into an almost-smile before he regains control and presses them into a flat line once more.
For a moment, they drift together in peaceful silence, guided by the steadfast drum of Armand's heart in between them.
"What time will you head back tomorrow?"
So typical of Louis, to pull the rug from under them with a goddamn question like that. It's both a relief and a disappointment all at once; he always gets so wound up on the evenings before he's due to depart. It's the only thing that has been in his head all day, weighing down his chest with anticipatory grief. His only respite had been the whirlwind of passion, the distraction of Armand's mouth at his throat and Louis' blood on his tongue. But perhaps it is a mercy, that Louis is the first to broach the subject. Perhaps Louis dreads it as much as he does. Or perhaps, thinks that traitorous voice in his head, he is looking forward to you finally leaving him alone.
"I don't know, whenever it pleases me," Lestat removes his hand from Louis' face, rests it gently on Armand's waist as he mumbles into the crown of auburn hair nestled between them. "Not too late, I think."
"You'll wait until I'm awake tomorrow, yes?"
There's a hint of worry in Louis' voice, and it is so singularly shattering to Lestat that he even needs to ask.
"Of course."
In the dead air of this little bedroom, he feels thankful for the veil between himself and Louis. He doesn't want to go back to court, truth be told. It's an odd realization that has only struck him recentlyā it's not the work that he dreads upon his return, nor the pang of loneliness that inevitably follows when he finds himself without Louis or Armand. It's the pure and simple knowledge that their world will continue to turn without him in it, that Trinity Gate will stand firm as it always does, that Louis and Armand will be just fine without him.
"You could come with me," he offers, and his voice sounds so small, so frustratingly fragile.
"You could stay here," Louis replies without hesitation, as if he's rehearsed this volley a thousand times over.
Again, there is something striking as he catches Louis' eyes through the darkness and wonders just how long the invitation has been there, waiting on the tip of his tongue.
"Could you be happy here, with me?"
Lestat doesn't know why he asks such a humiliating question, but it's out before he can stop it. It's not even the happiness he's worried about, it's the balance, the organization, the delicate ecosystem that Louis and Armand have woven together that leaves no margin for error, no margin for someone like Lestat.
"Mon coeur." Louis' delicate fingers on the side of his face are the only thing that keep him from spiraling. "I could be happy anywhere so long as I am with you."
The simplicity in Louis' voice is what gets to Lestat, in the end, as he feels his brows draw together and his bottom lip begin to tremble.
"Especially here," Louis adds as Armand shifts in his sleep between them, cocooning them both that seductive warmth until suddenly the little bed doesn't seem too crowded at all.
A/N: This is the last part of a previous request, I'm really happy that you have enjoyed the last two and I hope you enjoy this one. I've based off myself a little bit, just job wise really š¤·āāļø
Arthur Leclerc x reader
Synopsis: "Maybee some of the care for her when she's sick š„¹š„¹"
Warnings: sick reader, soft Arthur
You loved your job, getting to watch kids before and after school when their parents would drop them off early or pick them up late. You loved working with the different age groups, doing activities, and running around with them. It wasn't until you got sick that you realised that working with kids might not be completely good. You wake up on a Saturday morning, your sinuses are blocked up, you've got a pounding headache, and your joints ache.
You mentally curse yourself for getting sick, you knew it was from work since you haven't been anywhere else lately. What made it even worse? Arthur has a week off. You're supposed to pick him up from the airport tonight. Luckily you decided to gradually clean your shared apartment throughout the week, so everything has already been done. You gradually get up, heading to the kitchen to get breakfast. You put down 2 pieces of toast, spreading butter and vegemite on them when come up (I am an AUSTRALIAN. Vegemite toast is like a medical remedy for sick days, do not judge me š«¶).
After finishing breakfast, you move on with your day. You head to your home gym, hoping to get a little cardio done. You managed to make it through an hour on the treadmill before your sinuses became too much. You quickly shut it off before running to grab a tissue and pump yourself with more anti-cold tablets. You made it to the shower, washing off the sweat.
You spent the rest of the day in front of the tv, trying to relax and clear your cold up as much as you could. Arthur's plane was arriving at 9pm, so you knew you had to leave at 8pm. It was 7pm when you realised you must shower and get ready to pick your boyfriend up.
After parking at the airport, you made your way in to find Arthur's gate. You had about 20 minutes to go until he walked through the doors. Your nose was still stuffy and you had a bit of a cough, better than this morning but still not great. You sat on a bench, watching as his plane rolled up and connected to the ramp. He was the first person out of the door, frantically looking around until he spotted you.
He broke into a grin and picked up speed, you stood up and broke into a run. Bodies collided in a bone-crushing hug in the middle of the airport, your arms around his neck as he gripped your waist. He pulled his head back, and you let go and grabbed his luggage, avoiding his kiss so you wouldn't get him sick. You linked your hand with him, pulling his luggage behind you. He didn't move, letting go of your hand and pouting as you turned around.
"Baby, what are you doing?" slightly amused by his reaction, you moved closer to him. He mumbled under his breath, "What did you say?" you asked him. "You didn't kiss me" he said through his pout. You giggle a little when you answer, "Arty, I've got a cold, I don't want to get you sick on your time off". He gave you a massive eye roll when he said "Seriously, love? You know I don't give a shit of your sick or not, I'll gladly get sick if it means I still get to kiss you"
You laugh as you reach up to cup his cheek, "I think you might be going soft, baby" you joke. "I don't care" is the only thing you hear as he brings his hand to the back of your head and connects your lips in a mind-blowing, firework show of a kiss. You both make your ways back to the car and head home for the night. Lo and behold, you wake up the next morning with no cold symptoms. However, your boyfriend is shivering and sniffling. "I told you, baby" you says as you big spoon him, "Shut up", he responds, "I still love you, even if you got me sick" he chuckles. "I love you too, Arty"
n thank you my pretty angel i appreciate that so so much, i been struggling so fuckinā hard to write n actually like it myself so that means so much to me my love
I LOVE YOU MORE BABY N LIKE I SAID IM IN LUV WITCHU SO HMUU HMLLL
as my favorite kƶnig smut writer youāre the only one i trust to do dbf!neighbor!kƶnig x early 20s!reader with the dirtiest, sloppiest, most toe curling age gap smut šš
dbf!neighbour!kƶnig?! sign me the fuck up, i could write a whole series for that filthy man!
synopsis; your father's best friend, kƶnig, has been struggling to get himself into a stable, loyal relationship lately. luckily for him, you offer him some sort of release.
tw/cw; age gap/difference, early 20s! reader x late forties!kƶnig, weed use, blowjob, mutual masturbation, PinV, tell me if i missed anything. MDNI 18+ š
photo credits; @ave661
You've had the hots for your father's best friend for quite a while.
He doesn't live very far from you at all. In fact, he lives next door and visits your father pretty often to smoke together and talk about whatever is bothering him, which usually includes topics like Kƶnig's failed relationships and inability to hold a woman for longer than a week.
Aside from wanting to rant about his horrible, fucked-up love life and to smoke weed with your old man, he wants to see you as wellāmaybe even more than speak with your father.
When your father is busy doing something else, like washing the dishes or cleaning his car outside, Kƶnig will excuse himself to the bathroom and will sneak into your bedroom to admire the place. You have plans to move out soon, but currently, you stay with your father inside of your childhood home. Kƶnig's hand "mysteriously" sneaks into your clothing hamper and begins looking for a pair of panties.
It's alright, you won't notice surely...
And you can't deny your attraction to him. The sound of his familiar, accented voice leaves your knees weak and your panties damp and soaked with the thoughts running through your dirty mind at the moment. You smile at Kƶnig and talk to him about your plans for college, watching as his eyes flicker from your chest to your eyes, your nipples turning into little stiff buds at the cold breeze in the living room.
Today was like any other saturday; your father was away down the road for some beers with his other friends in the afternoon while Kƶnig had just arrived home from another fucked-up date, ending like the rest of his dates have. He looks dishevelled and in dire need of some sort of release. He's visibly and clearly pent up and exhausted, rolling himself a joint to relax, leaning against his porch and closing his eyes tightly. He's deep in thought and doesn't realise that you've sneaked up on him, practically jumping out of his skin at your sudden presence.
āShit, MƤusiā I didnāt see you there... Whatās wrong, dear?ā He smiles forcefully. He doesn't want to bother you with his shitty life since you're probably all worked up from college and stressed out, but you insist that he tells you what's bothering him. It doesn't take a lot of convincing since it's hard to deny you, especially when you say that you can help him if he explains.
He invites you inside and offers you a joint, in which you gratefully accept and seat yourself beside him, ready to act as a therapist for him.
āAnother fucked date with another woman who seems interested in me, but actually isnāt. It seems like I canāt please any women.ā He admits through gritted teeth. At the sight of his frustration, you place your hand on his thigh teasingly. āDo you think there is anything I can do to help?ā You ask quietly with a mischievous and playful smile plastered on your face. Your voice is seductive and sultry, eyes half-lidded and lustful. God, You really are a tease, huh?
āAnd what are you hinting at, Liebling?ā
Kƶnig always thought he'd be the one to initiate, but right now, he was struggling to keep his composure and quickly found himself falling for your acts of seduction. You lowered yourself onto your knees and began to unzip his jeans, cocking your head to the side at the sight of his aching cock springing out in your face. You giggled while Kƶnig pulled his large hands into fists, throwing his head back at the wet sensation of your lips wrapped around his swollen, weeping cock. He'd been dreaming of this moment for months, Liebe.
The things you do to Kƶnig fucked-up head, Good Lord. He couldn't help the sounds of pleasure running through his lips, his dick painful at your tight grip and pleasure.
His sounds came out pained and guttural, pleased but so on edge and anxious of what your father would think about him after being so touchy-feely with his best friend's daughter. He curses himself out for agreeing to this, feeling like such a pervert despite yearning for more of your addictive, sweet touch. āFeel good?ā You question him, knowing he'll get frustrated and will force your head down onto his leaking boner. He huffs and puffs, gripping your hair in a tight fist and pushes your head down with a loud moan leaving his mouth, choking on his groans and grunts.
You coat Kƶnig's lengthy shaft in your spit to get him slick enough, before seating yourself onto his big lap, your hand stroking and fisting his dick. He slides his fingers into your hole with his eyes wide at the sensation and texture of your gummy walls. He chokes on his pleased sounds as you tease his tip by rolling your soft thumb over his uncut, creamy tip and feel as your folds are stuffed with his thick digits. He pumps them into your soaking cunt and admires the sticky mess left between your fingers, curling his fingers deep inside your gummy cunt.
āCāmere, TaubeāKiss me, please.ā He grumbles out, getting obsessive with the pleasure you offer him. He places his lips against yours, making out with you messily and sloppy, the effects of the marijuana leaving him relaxed and at ease with all his concerns and worries forgotten about. His tongue rolls over your bottom lip while you squeeze his dick, whimpering into the sweet kiss. Kƶnig's fingers begin to pump into you even faster, pulling away to beg you to sit on his cock. You're on edge and shaking pathetically, nearing your orgasm but not quite fully there.
āSit on it, dear. Donāt be so shy, not now you canāt.ā The smell of nicotine sticks to his skin, your thighs shaking as you begin to ease down onto his weeping, veiny dick. Kƶnig doesn't hold back the sounds of his arousal and euphoria as it burns through his large body, bucking his broad and sturdy hips into your body while cursing you out for being such a dirty tease. You leave Kƶnig totally obsessed after finally receiving some action after so long.
You bounce on his lap while he fucks his bulbous cock deep into your drooling slit. You gasp and roll your eyes to the back of your head at the ache andd pleasure between your thighs, unable to stop letting out the most perverted and pleased noises. You can feel as Kƶnig hits your cervix with each thrust and his heavy balls slap against your rear as he drives his hips against your tight rear. Your eyes fill with tears at the pain and stretch, his girthy dick leaving you breathless as you admire the state he leaves your pussy in; raw and sensitive.
Kƶnig can't hold himself back when you begin to lose control. Sweet, pearly droplets of your sweet arousal run down his boner and coat his length, allowing him to fuck you even harder and deeper with ease as he uses your sweet juices as lube.
āThatās it, little oneāGod, look how well youāre takingā me, princess. Youāre a mess, such an addictive mess, huh? Youāre gonna be an obsession of mine, thatās for sure.ā Kƶnig grits his teeth as he bucks his hips into you even harder, his eyes shut tightly as your walls clamp down around him one last time, filled with ropes of his white creaminess. You pant and heave at the stomach bulge caused by his loads and ropes of his hot release. You grip his jaw to make out with him, your body sweaty and hot with Kƶnig's cheeks flushed a rosy pink.
You have to sneak back home before your father comes back and asks what you were doing over at his best friend's house. Kƶnig would be slaughtered if he found out the truth.
You just have to act all innocent, as if Kƶnig's milky and potent load is oozing out of your hole and dampening your panties at the dinner table.