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lollipopliccer · 4 months

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𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧��˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

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“he loves my heart-shaped sunglasses…” E.L nsfw

warnings: smut, sub!ethan, dom!reader, blowjob, riding, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap ur willy 🥵), mommy kink, WHINY BRATTY ETHAN MMMM

your legs are sprawled out on the party’s sofa, bored of what’s happening around you, your eye catches a brown haired boy doing double takes at you in the corner. what a fucking creep. you think to yourself. lazily, you get up making your way over to him with a suffocating confidence.

“what’s up?” you look up at him innocently “huh?..oh! hi, my name’s Etha-“ you cut him off. “i didn’t ask you for your name pretty boy.” your tone changes to a seductive one, he blushes at that. “wanna do something more fun? this party is pretty lame…” your original innocence finds its way back to you. before the brunette could reply you drag him up the stairs, shoving past Chad and Tara; muttering an “excuse me” along the way.

once you make it to the dimly lit bedroom you’re quick to push him down and start straddling him. you hear his breathe hitch as he sits awkwardly. “it’s ok, you can touch me” you say calmly. he eyes you up and down before he reaches out to play with your hair. impatiently, you grab his hand and lower it to your chest, making him whine with anticipation.

“momma….” he quivers, making you smirk, edging him on further. you start to kiss his neck with him still groping your chest and you snaking your arms around his neck. unknowingly, you start to grind against his dick making him moan loudly into the kiss. “you like that hmm?” he nods quickly and adjusts his hands to your hips holding you down in his lap.

your hands find their way to his shaft and you start to palm it before you wrap your fingers around his leaking tip. “you know, you really don’t have to do th-“ you swiftly put the whole thing in your mouth, making you choke slightly. he whimpers loudly as his hand rests on top of your head pushing you down.

you push his hand away, bobbing faster on his cock. “y/n…i’m gonna cum! mm-“ you release his dick from your mouth with a pop sound and you lazily stoke him “i wanna come together pretty boy, will you hold it in for me? hm?” you hold eye contact with him with the same innocent eyes you had when you first approached him.

pushing your lacey pink panties to the side, you begin to lower your wet heat on his cock. you whine quietly. he groans into you ear but you cover his mouth when you start to ride him. “mmm fuck momma, s’good….” small wet tears flow from his eyes, you kiss his tear stained cheeks as you speed up your torture on the poor boy :((

he can’t help but buck his hips harshly into your sweet pussy, making your nails dig into his shoulders. you glare at him for this and punishingly clench your walls around him and that brings him over the edge. hot cum drips down your thigh as you pull off. “that was naughty, E. you know i’m the one in charge.”

“sorry momma…you just feel s’good…”

TO BE CONTINUED?!?! this is like my first proper story i guess, my requests are open so let me know if u want anything written. i also write longer stories with any characters so :)

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thelaundrybitch · 1 year

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The Key to Christmas

Turtle Doves,

It's that time of year!!!

Time to go out and get your stocking stuffers-

Or in this case, get your stocking stuffed 😂 🔥

However, I'm gonna need some huge effing stockings because I lack the proper restraint to write something snack sized 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

So... No promises that I'll get everyone stuffed. 😂

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

The Key to Christmas

How in the world had you found yourself in this predicament?

It was Christmas eve, and Leonardo had come over to help you set up your Christmas tree last minute - since you had been so busy with work lately.

Instead, he was setting your legs up.

Over his shoulders.

"Oh God, Leo…" you breathed out as his tongue found its way to your glistening heat.

You were only supposed to be friends.

To much of your internal horror, you had gradually begun to notice your blossoming feelings over the past year. Leo was sweet, kind, and unbelievably patient. He had a boyish charm about him, and his serenity did wonders for your anxious mind. Admittedly, it was becoming harder and harder to hide them with each flirty smirk he tossed in your direction and every soft-spoken conversation you shared.

And try as you may, having continually stuffed those unruly feelings deep down, you had finally broken… Tonight.

It had started with some harmless flirting and playful banter. And some really terrible puns.

The pair of you had lost the clip that held the tree stand together, and you SWORE Leonardo had put it in his pocket at some point.

He argued with you until you yanked him by a belt loop and shoved your hand in his front pocket, accidentally grazing his big banana.

A sultry smile crept across his face as you feigned ignorance while deliberately skimming him again as you pulled the clip out.

"Well, lick me and call me a candy cane," he cooed, searching your flushed face as he grabbed the clip.

Shit.

You had been caught.

Attempting to save face, you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, mumbling, "I'll lick you like a candy cane," and thinking it was soft enough that he wouldn't hear you.

But boy, were you wrong.

His hands were on your waist, and he had spun you to face him, "Not if I lick you first," he husked, pushing you back toward your living room furniture.

Now here you were, practically pinned in your living room armchair. The blue-clad turtle had one hand under your hip bone while his other hand gently rubbed your opposite thigh from knee to hip, up and then down again, very leisurely.

With his tongue buried in your folds.

"Mmmm," he moaned as if you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Quick flicks followed by slow laps had you panting and squeezing him between your thighs.

The man was an absolute god with that tongue of his.

You reached between your legs to caress the side of his head, pressing yourself closer in an attempt to assist in your pleasure.

He stopped the moment you moved, and his eyes met yours. With a quick quirk of one brow ridge, he moved his hands to your hips, effectively trapping you in place.

Leo was now in complete control of your pleasure.

He leaned forward again, and after a few exquisite laps, he wrapped his lips around your pearl.

Then he took things from zero to one hundred.

Maddening, gentle suction and feather-light grazes using just the tip of his tongue had you praising him through profanities. The leader had thrown you into orbit within seconds.

He pulled back with a smug grin on his face, licking your essence from his lips.

"That didn't take much… Did it," he purred, winking as he stood to unbuckle his pants.

You blushed at his implications. But that was nothing compared to the full body flush you felt when you saw his excitement for you.

"Homygod," you gasped as he freed himself.

He stepped out of his trousers and bent down to help you pull off your top.

After running his huge, calloused hands from your knees and up your thighs, he scooped them under your ass, picking you up in one fluid motion.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he strode towards the bedroom.

"Kiss me," he commanded in a gentle tone.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach with the look he gave you upon voicing those words. You leaned your body closer as you cupped his face with your hands and sealed your lips to his.

Good lord, his lips were so soft, his kisses desperate and possessive.

He laid you on the bed, breaking the kiss only to trail down to the junction of your neck and shoulder to mark you as his.

You gasped at the pleasurable pain he induced as he switched between leaving love marks and biting the supple flesh of your chest, one hand pinching and tugging a hardened bud while the other was busy between your thighs.

His lips made their way back to your ear, teasingly whispering about how good he was making you feel and asking if you wanted more.

“Yes…” you hissed, giving him the consent he needed. His large finger breached your entrance, massaging the sensitive tissue inside your walls, causing a new rush of excitement.

“Good girl,” he purred as he slid his finger out, using his slickened hand to coat himself with a few good strokes.

He moved, standing between your legs, and dragged his tip up and down your outer petals before easing himself in.

S l o w l y.

He kept his gaze transfixed on your expression as he slid in. His jaw clenched as he exhaled hard yet controlled, an intense look on his face. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a moment, right as he hilted. A shudder of relief wracked your body as you locked your eyes back on him, catching him with a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

Then he started moving.

Painstakingly slow.

Out… In…

Out……. In……

Out…………. In…………

Out…………………..

In……………………..

His long, drawn-out glides felt incredible with his size, but you needed more.

Much, much more.

“Leo, please,” you begged him.

But instead of giving you more, he stopped.

Keeping himself snug inside you, his thumb returned to working your pearl as he stared down at you with a naughty, knowing grin.

Circle… Circle… Glide.

He was relentless, even as you squirmed and rasped. Finally, you grabbed the sheet on either side of your hips and took your pleasure into your own hands.

He tsked and put his opposite hand on your lower belly, halting your actions as you tried to move up and down his shaft. Praises, pleas, profanities… you were an absolute moaning, writhing mess as he brought you right to peak again.

He pulled his hands away before you could finish, though.

You shot him an exasperated look and gave him a good internal squeeze, pulling a frustrated grunt from him.

“Oh?” He chided, a brow ridge quirked, a stern look on his attractive features.

“Oh,” You sassed him, returning the same expression.

His grip tightened on your hips as he looked you dead in the eyes and said, “Better hold on tight, Love.”

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

You were sitting at the dinner table in the lair with the brothers and their father after finally getting the tree up.

And after taking a quick shower.

“You give it to her?” Raph asked Leo, causing everyone to stop eating and look at the pair of you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you looked up at Leo, eyes bulging from their sockets.

Leo looked down at you and smirked, “I gave it to her alright. Right before we set up the tree,” he said.

“Well? What’dya think?” Raph asked with a sly grin, everyone else smiling mischievously along with him.

You floundered for a few moments before Leo decided to save you, “Oh, she hasn’t opened it yet. She’s waiting until Christmas morning,” he told them.

They all pouted at this new information but went on eating their meals with lively chatter and, thankfully, without any further questions.

Once dinner was cleaned up and put away, everyone exchanged small gifts, and A Year Without A Santa Claus was watched, courtesy of Don.

“Merry Christmas” was exchanged amongst hugs and cheek kisses as you bid the mutant family goodbye and thanked them for an amazing evening.

Leo slipped his hand in yours as he walked you through the underground tunnels and then back to your apartment, laughing as you scolded him for the suggestive comment and nearly giving you a heart attack.

He crawled into your living room window after helping you in from the fire escape as you inquired about his brother’s questions at dinner.

Leo smiled at you tenderly and turned you around toward your lit tree as he helped you remove your jacket.

Sitting under your little tree was a small green box with a silver ribbon tied around it.

You looked back at him, eyes wide.

“It’s 12:32… It’s technically already Christmas morning,” he whispered as he glanced at the clock on your wall and then back at you.

You smiled and sprung for the small box, plopping yourself down on the couch and patting the seat beside you so he'd join.

You opened the box to find a stone turtle necklace. The turtle's body was black, and its shell was a pretty blue.

You took the paper out that was sitting under the turtle and read Leo's handwriting:

Black Onyx for protection and strength

Blue Lace Agate for peace, love, and happiness.

You looked up at him as he was reaching down to tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

"It's been a long time coming," he confessed. "I've had feelings for you for over a year now. I've tried so hard to remain your friend while you were busy stealing my heart. And… I can't do it anymore. We can't be friends. I give up," he told you, tears in his eyes.

He took the stone turtle from you and popped the shell open. Beneath, the shell held a tiny key that was secured inside with little metal prongs. He carefully handed the turtle and key back to you, his hands trembling as he let out a shaky breath.

"When we were kids, my dad gave us each a key to keep safe. He told us those were the keys to our hearts. When one of us hurt one of the others, we were forced to give them our key. We had to earn trust and love from them before we could get it back," he shared.

"You have earned my trust and my love. The key to my heart is yours," he said softly.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you clicked the turtle closed and threw your arms around his neck.

"I love you too," you whispered in his ear as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him. "And I have for a long time," you confessed.

You felt him let out a sigh of relief.

"So I'm not just a candy cane you want to lick?" He asked, pulling back and looking down at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Leo, I'm gonna be licking that candy cane all year round, for a looong time," you declared with a smirk.

"And as I recall, I still owe you a sample," he reminded you with a promising wink.

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v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n · 12 days

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EPISODE 86!! (If you’re unaware I do little commentaries and quotes for episodes of JRWI:Riptide cus it’s my first watch through :D)

Jazz;”I can tell by the way you carry yourself you’ve never had a man in your life” SCREAMING CRYING CACKLING WTF

Chip;“I’m scared of people, I’m deeply insecure, I have fatherly trauma, uhm, I’m haunted but I’m giving him the fuck boy face, I’m deeply traumatized by the world around me, I’m a product of my environment and I’m never good for anything”

Charlie;“What are you most scared of?”

Bizly;“B- bees.”

Jay;”My body is a temple”

Goblin;”Exactly exactly you’re getting it!”

I can’t tell if I love Jazz or not

Jazz;”If it’s such a good system what’re you doing up here?”

Gillion;*Insert uncomfortable lip bite*

Griffin;”I’m a big, cuddly teddy bear on the inside.”

Chip;”I thought it was like- 5 years-“

Jay;”5 years- how old do you think you are?”

Chip;”I don’t…I don’t know- how old am I-?”

ALSO ITS ONLY BEEN 4 MONTHS?? EVERYTHING HAS ONLY BEEN 4???????MONTHS????? No fucking way

Chip;”One time she pantsed me and I died.”

Chip;”You have a more like- calming voice! Whenever I talk people just get angrier and angrier”

Jay;”Shut the fuck up Chip- oh wait you’re right.”

Gillion;”Guys :(( I think Satan got our frog :(((“

Grizzly;”I know there’s a difference between seas and oceans but fuck that”

The way Gillion feels so fucking responsible I’m gonna go sob

Gillion;”No wait maybe this all works out! Cus maybe- killing me will fix Filipe and also send me to hell so I can get him back!”

Chip:”This is not, your, fault!”

Jazz;”uh no, i can take you to heaven though,”

Gillion;”FUCK”

MMMMM JAY AND GILLION MOMENTS JAY AND GILLION MOMENTS

Jay;”you worry me y’know?”

Jay;”You’re willing to let Filipe stab you, every night”

Gillion;”That’s what friends do.”

Jay;”Gillion, if you needed to stab me, every night. For the rest of my life so you could stay on the ship-“

Gillion;”I’d explode myself instantly.”

MMMM CALL OUT HIS SELF SACRIFICIAL NATURE YESSS

Gillion;”I guess I’ve never- had anyone come up to me like this- and care in this way-“ GILLION HAS NEVER RECEIVED EMOTIONALLY SUPPORT EVER DIHFKSKDJ

Chip;”We can not go to therapy we’d be there forever!”

Chip;”I’d like to teach you a new word. Come”

Gillion;”I already know cum.”

Chip;”How is saying a mean thing worse than stabbing then stabbing something?!”

Gillion;”Well- saying the mean thing hurts!”

Chip;”So does stabbing??”

Gillion;”but not in like a real way”

Gillion;”You seem like a really well put together guy”

Chip;”…is that sarcasm?”

Gillion;”BA BAM”

Chip letting Gillion read his mind so he can tell when he’s lying aw that’s cu- OH FUCK OH DHIT OH FUCK OH SHIT

Gillion;”I’m a liability?? Aren’t I?” SOBSS

Chip;”Gil im- I’m sorry-“

Gillion;”Me too. I’ve gotta go.”

Chip;”GIL- GIL c’MON-“ my babies :(((

Gillion;”Starin’ at the phone I don’t know what to say, nothing ever ever will be okay.”

Chip is thinking about how he keeps fucking up with Gillion UEUEUEUEUE

Chip;”Or is the chosen one too chicken?”

Gillion;……….whats a chicken?”

Chip;”You jumped out the window and I thought- I thought “this is the guy that’s gonna get me killed”

This lighthearted duel is gonna be the death of me I love them so much

Chip calling Gill ‘Tidestrider’ holds such a special place in my heart”

Jay;”YOURE BOTH FUCKING IDIOTS.”

OMG CHIP TATTOO CHANGE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

#jrwi #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #just roll with it riptide #gillion tidestrider #chip last name #chip bastard #jay ferin #jrwi riptide quotes

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hall0wedwyrm · 5 months

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Part 2 of my Mario and Sonic @ the Olympics AU! Now officially calling it Intermission AU ive decided.

Part 1 is here!!! its about Mario, Luigi, Sonic and Tails and how they are brothers <3

So i guess i should talk more about the premise for this AU huh.

Its literally the part between Olympics, when everyone is like 'well that was fun... anyway what do you wanna do now?' Normally its just kinda antics and such.

Also everyone being paranoid that Eggman and Bowser ran off together after the last Olympic truce. What are they planning....? Probably nothing, but its better to be safe than sorry! Everyone immediately puts their brains together and makes an 'incredibly fool proof plan in order to completely beat them' (Mario made Sonic change "kick their asses" into something less crude, to which he then suggested "to destroy them" and Mario asked if he could think of something less violent). In the meantime, everyone gets to hang out and have fun :D

Here's some kind of misc things i thought of for this:

Rouge is hired to be Peach's bodyguard. GUN took interest in protecting her from Bowser, and Rouge immediately offered to take the role. She later told Peach its because she knew she'd be constantly swarmed with GUN soldiers if she didn't "as their best agent". Peach and Rouge getting along is underrated. They should be friends your honor.

Luigi tries to talk to Shadow, and maybe get along with them, but because of them generally being introverted it doesn't go so well. Everyone assures him that Shadow is just like that, and they'll come around eventually. (they do, and they become friends :) )

Team Sonic absolutely clowning on Wario and Waluigi. The two of them have never been bullied by teenagers, and theyre so embarrassed. Luigi asks to PLEASE be nice to them for once, and they all just kind of agree 'no its funny'

Daisy is the best hype-woman. She's hyping up Sonic and he's hyping her up in return. Shadow and Rosalina are watching at them yelling incoherently at eachother excitedly, and not understanding what they're saying.

Eggman watches as Bowser monologues about how much he totally DOESN'T like the green one and he's just as annoying as Mario and is a big WIMP too. Eggman's bisexual ass watching and understanding whats going on: mmmm.... mhm..... yeah and you hate him so much? mhm yeah.. okay..... alright........

anyway yeah expect a part 3 im probably gonna work on it rn heehoo

#i ALMOST turned this into an Odyssey/Unleashed AU because they have a similar premise of world exploration.. can you believe that #i have the start of it written out too and i then i just suddenly stopped because i thought of this idea...#i do like that idea maybe ill do something else with it???#mario and sonic at the olympic games #sonic the hedgehog #super mario #super mario bros #princess peach #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #luigi mario #bowuigi #dr eggman #bowser #sure this will do whatever lol theres a lot of people here ok

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sanzuballs · 1 year

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zoro makeup sex

ft. zoro. duh. || nsfw

LIVE LAUGH ZORO. this is gonna be pretty spicy im scared omg i never write stuff like this. im excited tho so enjoy my munchkins

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all day zoro had shown you barely any attention, like at all. he had been super duper busy training and when you tried to say hi he just ignored you. this actually had been going on for a while now, a few days. when you had truly realized how long this had been going on, you were pretty hurt and mad.

“have you seen y/n, nami?” zoro asks.

“mmmm, im afriad not. she might be in the guest room. shes not in your guys’ room?” nami scratches her head, thinking hard.

“shes not but thanks.” zoro sighs and stomps off to the guest bedroom.

“y/n? you in there?” zoro furrows his eyebrows then leans close to the wooden door and hears faint sobbing. he couldnt help but bust the door open.

“y/n?!!” he clutches your shoulder as he sees you on the bed of the guest bedroom crying.

“zoro dont act all buddy with me now! youve been a fucking jerk to me.” you said with tears spilling down your puffy cheeks.

zoros glare softens. his body becomes less tense. he leans in for a kiss. then he wraps his arms around you. you grab hard on him as he positions you on his thigh.

“m’ sorry.” he pulls away then looks in your eyes. you could tell he felt akaward.

“shut up.” you try to make a serious face you start laughing through your tears. missing his touch, you hide your face by wrapping your arms around his neck.

he starts to slowly suck on your neck, you missed his touch more than anything.

“been trying hard to master a certian sword skill. sorry.” he whispers out.

then he accidentally moves the thigh your sitting on and it rubs right against your clit, which was only covered by a thin pair of panties. you couldnt help but let out a small moan. then you started slowly rocking on his musclar thigh.

“its okay.” you grasp tighty around his neck. “i should of told you something was bothering me.”

“no its my fault. let me show you how much i love you.” he trails his calloused hands down your waist and flips you on your back. “youre beautiful.” zoro wasnt a man if many words so when he did give you compliments, they felt so amazing. you hid the blush that decorated your cheeks. his hand came up to bring that hand behind your back. he bent down to use his mouth to take your soaked panties off. you clenched your thigh together and started rubbing your thighs together.

“dont do that, baby.” zoro says. then you felt the girth of two fingers in your pussy. you couldnt help but yelp. “youre killing me, i can barely move.” he slowly drags his thick fingers in and out of your soaking pussy. “let me hear you cmon.”

after he said that you couldnt shut up. things like “zoro yes!”, “m’ feels good!”, “missed you!” kept coming out of your mouth. when you started just getting incoherent, zoro knew you were close.

“i wanna feel you when you cum.” he quickly pulls his fingers out of your heat then you moan at the sudden loss of his fingers.

then they were soon replaced by his dick.

“oohh fuckk..” his head goes up and you see his adams apple poke out. he bottoms out in you. at this point, youre on edge and just want to cum. you start riding his dick but then his hands come down on your waist. then he takes a breath in and starts thrusting inside of you. you start mumbling and moaning so hard you were sure that everyone heard you.

then you could feel that warm feeling in yout tummy. you were gonna cum but it felt different this time. before you could figure out, a clear liquid comes out of your pussy. zoro stops in awe for a second.

“you squirted, thats so cute.” he smirks at you but then he doesnt stop thrusting.

“one more time baby.”

#zoro roronoa x you #zoro x you #zoro imagine #zoro smut #zoro one piece #one piece x you #smut oneshot #anime #one piece zoro #zoro hcs

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loverontheleft · 2 months

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See Me (revised)

Sub!(ish)B x reader (I know; I’m surprised too)

2.5k words

Warnings: dirty talk and language

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You’re leaning against a wall backstage, hands clasped in front of you and legs crossed, waiting for him to come off stage. Your black sheath dress curves over your body, hugs your chest, and skims your thighs; you’re entirely overdressed, but you’ve got a plan, and the access a dress provides is essential. The sound of Brendon’s footsteps brings your focus back to the moment.

He appears, and he falters as his eyes drink you in. You meet his appreciative gaze with one of your own. He’s exhausted and shirtless, with a sheen to his skin that’s a combination of sweat and sheer exhilaration. His hair, tousled out of its earlier styled form, falls damp against his forehead, and his face is flushed but his eyes are bright as he looks at you.

“Damn, Urie,” you drawl, grinning when he laughs and runs a hand through his already-messy hair. “You put on one hell of a show,” you tell him, letting him hook an arm around your waist and pull you close for a soft kiss.

His warm lips on yours: the feeling is the same as sliding into freshly washed sheets or stepping into a hot shower after a day out in rainy, cold weather. Comforting. Soothing. Familiar. Amazing every time. His fingers trace the material of your dress over your hip and you smile against his mouth, running your hands over his bare shoulders. His skin is hot from the stage lights, and if this were any other night, you’d cling to him and beg him to carry you back to his dressing room and cover you in his warmth.

“I like this,” Brendon murmurs, voice rough and eyes dark. “You should let me take you back to my dressing room and show you just how much I like it.” You smile to yourself; you love that you two know each other so well. His thumb is drawing hearts on your hip, and you press a kiss to his jaw, letting him tangle your fingers together. “Gonna let me, pretty girl?”

“Mmmm, maybe,” you tease, hip-checking him playfully as you stroll hand in hand to the dressing room. “I’m pretty sleepy…” you tell him, grinning when he whines; it’s a soft, disappointed sound that melts your heart. He hip-checks you back before pulling you firmly to him and leading you down the hallway to the dressing room. He pushes the door open and follows you in, turning to close it behind you and locking it. “Are you allowed to do that?” You arch an eyebrow. “Zack won’t shit a brick over not being able to get in and lay eyes on you?”

“Please do not talk about Zack right now,” Brendon says with a short laugh, kissing you softly. “I’m focused on you.” You grin and pull him closer, moaning quietly into his mouth when his hands clutch at your hips. “Yeah, honey, love when you moan for me. Goddamn, you look so fucking pretty. My pretty girl…” Brendon whispers to you, moving his lips down your neck and holding you close.

“You think I look pretty, B?” You murmur back, tugging his hair. He nods, trailing a hand down your thigh and flexing his fingers. “Then,” you pause, pulling back and meeting his eyes with a playful smirk. “You should see me in a crown.”

You don’t even care if he’s missing the blatant Billie Eilish reference—you’re more interested in how he’ll react to you taking charge. You love when he’s dominant, but you’ve both been experimenting with you taking the lead lately, and it’s been thrilling. Now, alone in his dressing room, you want to see how far you can go.

“Yeah?” He grins. “You are my Princess, so I suppose it’s only appropriate. But while you in a crown is a very appealing image…I don’t have an extra one.”

“Who said anything about an extra one?” You tease, freeing yourself from his hands to pluck the crown he received during ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’ from the top of the wardrobe case. “I’m gonna take this.” You set it on top of your head with a smug smile.

“And what am I supposed to wear?” Brendon pouts good-naturedly, adjusting the crown so it sits at an angle. “Though you do look damn good in it…” he tells you, running a finger down your cheek tenderly.

“I’m sure you’ve got a snapback around here somewhere,” you say with a smile, kissing him again. “Because I don’t think you’re getting this crown back for a while.” Your eyes fall on an abandoned baseball cap and, stretching out for it, you snag it by the strap and place it on his head. Brendon laughs and spanks you lightly, telling you that he’s gonna get that crown back one way or another eventually, grinning when you squeal and rock forward.

“Not even with a spanking,” you tell him, wiggling against him. “This is mine now, and tonight, I’m not your princess. I’m your queen.” He grins, letting his hand wander down the back of your thigh, lifting so your knee is up by his hip. The hemline of your dress rises and you give him a faux-scandalized look. “Bad boy,” you murmur, biting your lip. “Trying to get my dress up…”

“Mmmm, but my queen likes it when I’m bad,” he murmurs as he places warm, soft kisses down your neck. “Wha—oh,” he exclaims and then sighs contentedly as you push him down to his knees. “You want me to be really bad, don’t you, baby?” He smiles up at you and tugs at your dress. “Either the heels come off or you come down here; you’re too tall for me to play with you when you’re standing,” he tells you, looking up at you adoringly. “I’ll be as bad as you want me to be, but I need you closer.” Both hands on his shoulders, you drop to your knees and let him kiss you. Shifting carefully, you settle back so you’re seated with your knees pressed together in front of you. You scoot backward until your back is against the couch cushions, and Brendon grins, turning his hat around so the brim is in the back.

You whimper and bite your lip; that move drives you fucking wild, because you know he’s about to eat you out like his life depends upon it. And the way he talks about how badly he needs to taste you, it sometimes does. Brendon’s leaning forward to crawl towards you on his hands and knees; as he approaches, you lift a leg and press just the toe of your shoe against the strap on his forehead. He freezes and whines when he sees the seductive smile playing on your lips. When you finally speak after a long silence, your voice is firm, level, and controlled.

“Beg.”

“Wha—?” Brendon starts, but you silence him with a single raised eyebrow.

“Beg,” you repeat simply. There’s a beat of silence, and you press slightly harder, making him sigh your name longingly. “If you look closely, you’ll see I’m not wearing anything under this dress…” You grin when he inhales sharply. “You want it, B? You want my pussy?” Eyes on his, you move your foot from his forehead to rest on his shoulder, letting your legs spread to emphasize your point. He nods weakly, moving forward—you make a small scolding sound, bringing your other foot up to stop him in his tracks. “Then beg.”

“Babydoll,” Brendon groans, bracing himself on one hand so he can caress your calf draped over his shoulder. “Please—let me—” he cuts himself off, shuddering with want. “Please. I need—I gotta—you look—oh fuuuuck, I can see that your sweet cunt is so ready for me,” he groans, eyes wide and darting between your eyes and the delta of your thighs. “Just let me—fuck, honey—the taste; you know I love how you taste. Let me just—fuck, I need you on my face, Y/n, please—babydoll, let me—” he falls suddenly silent, eyes sliding shut as you allow his hand to creep higher, over your knee, his arm stretching now so his fingers graze your upper thigh. He turns his head slightly and your foot moves to press against his temple as his lips brush your calf. “Babydoll, you’re so—honey, I need to…oh my god, baby, fuck I want it, I want your pussy, I want you,” Brendon groans, sliding his hand to your inner thigh and grunting when he feels the slickness there. “So damn wet for me, my pretty baby, oh god—wanna lick you so badly, wanna eat your—honey, fuck—”

“Mmmmm,” you purr approvingly, letting your other foot dangle over his other shoulder now. With nothing to stop him, he looks at you eagerly, waiting for permission. “You’ve almost convinced me,” you tell him, stressing the ‘almost’ with relish. He groans again, knowing you’re gonna make him beg even more. “But I wanna hear more about how much you love it.” His eyes light up, and you smile at him affectionately. “Yeah, B. That’s what I want to hear.”

“Oh, babydoll,” he murmurs, crawling forward so that your knees fold over his shoulders and you can cross your ankles on his back. “You know your pussy drives me fucking wild—tasting you, licking you, suckling you, touching you, spreading you with my fingers to really tease you with my tongue, watching you gasp and writhe and moan and feeling your hands in my hair, tugging every time I make my baby feel good…” he pauses, shifting back to rest on his heels. You yelp and uncross your ankles so you’re not sent sprawling to the floor under him, and he apologizes quickly as you adjust, legs still over his shoulders but at a higher angle.

“It’s okay, baby,” you soothe, grinning at him. “Don’t let me distract you.”

“You, honey, are very distracting,” he says with a soft laugh. “But now that I’ve got you like this…” he eyes you appreciatively, your arms spread across the couch cushions as you recline back against them, your legs draped over his shoulders for him. “And I can do this…” his hands slide up your thighs, framing your hip bones before pivoting slightly to slide his thumbs down, brushing over your wet heat. “And I can do this…” he continues, turning his head to kiss your calf, sucking teasingly. “And this,” he murmurs against your skin, before dropping a hand down to support himself as he starts kissing lower and lower, mouth moving higher and higher up your leg. He’s leaning forward to lower himself down, tongue dragging over your inner thigh, eyes shut and face flushed with pleasure. Finally he looks up at you again. “I’m quite happy.”

“Yeah?” You grin, inhaling sharply as he nibbles at your inner thigh. “Quite happy? What would make you happier?”

He looks at you, dark eyes filled with want. “You know what would make me happier,” he tells you simply, adjusting the hat again with a sly smile. You grin and tell him to keep going. “Well,” he says thoughtfully. “I want to have you under me, gasping and moaning and shaking when I make you come from my tongue.” You smile and lift one hand from the couch cushion, indicating he should keep going.

“Be more specific, huh?” He smiles, kissing your inner thigh again. “I want to spread you out under me and kiss every inch of you. I want to tease your perfect cunt by kissing and licking and touching until you’re nice and slick for me…gonna trace you with the tip of my tongue just to watch you moan and tug on my hair because I know what you need to come. I want to slide my tongue up into your pretty pussy and taste my babydoll properly, keeping your legs spread wide so you can roll your hips up into my mouth…I want to wrap my arms around your thighs and eat you out til you’re the one begging me, promising me you’re ready…and I’ll know you’re ready when you’re wetter than you’ve ever been. That’s when I’m gonna lick and suck your pretty clit and finger your cunt like you love, two fingers deep in you curling and rubbing, til you come, squeezing my fingers, soaking my face, and moaning my name.” He’s breathing hard and you’re trembling; you can feel that your inner thighs are slick now.

“And if you can take it,” Brendon adds in a soft voice, licking his lips. “If you can take it, I want to get you up on my mouth riding my tongue, pulling my hair, and rubbing your gorgeous cunt all over my face til you come again. Want to feel your wet pussy all over my face; want my entire mouth and chin to be slick and shining with your juices, baby. Want to make my babydoll come like she deserves…”

“That sounds pretty good,” you manage, grinning. Brendon smiles up at you, both hands up under the hem of your skirt now, stroking your thighs and massaging lightly. “I want all of that.”

Carefully, you lift your legs from his shoulders and lower them to the ground, spread wide on either side of him. He moans when he sees how wet you already are, biting his lip and closing his eyes to take a few steadying breaths. “You want it, baby?” Your voice is soft and you shift slightly to stand up. “Get up here and unzip me so you can show me how much you want my pussy.” He clamors to his feet, hands finding the zipper and tugging eagerly so your sheath pools at your feet. The black lace bra makes him groan, and he looks at you for permission. “Take it off too,” you instruct, tracing circles on his shoulders. “Strip your babydoll. Get me naked for you.” With no hesitation, he unclasps the bra and you let it slide from your shoulders to join your dress on the floor.

“Now,” you purr, cupping his face affectionately, kissing him softly, and adjusting the hat so the strap across his forehead sits higher. “Lay me down and eat me out, Urie. Show me how your favorite food is pussy,” you instruct, giving him a sweet smile. “Make me believe it, and I’ll let you come.”

“My love,” Brendon murmurs, guiding you back to the couch so he can stretch you out on it. “You already know you won’t need to do a damn thing to make me come; I can come just from the feeling of your perfect cunt on my face.” He crawls on top of you and kisses you firmly. Your smile widens and you reach up to rest a hand on the top of his head, pushing him down. “Fucking love when you do this,” he groans, letting you guide him exactly where you want him.

“I know,” you say softly. “I also know I won’t need to do a damn thing, as you put it. But you’ll notice I said ‘let you come,’ not ‘make you come.’” You giggle when he looks up at you with wide eyes. “I know your perfect cock will be leaking and throbbing just from eating me out. I know you’ll be aching to get inside me and let go. Trust me, honey. I know you’ll be ready to come. You’re going to need to prove to me that I should let you come.”

#brendon urie smut #brendon urie imagine #brendon x reader #brendon urie #he could fuck me any way he wanted #my work #fanfic #imagine #brendon urie fanfiction #panic! at the disco

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markspliers · 1 year

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Something you can't finish - Urban Wyatt x !Reader (Smutmas part 1)

Pronouns: She/her

(In Editing)

Urban decides to plan a date night with Y/N due to him not being able to see her with him traveling with jack.

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"Thank you so much for the flowers and dinner" Y/n wraps her arms around his waist as he stands at the kitchen sink washing the dishes "You deserve it mamas... i feel bad not being her as often as i should" Urban dries his hands and turns around facing Y/N.

"You're a busy guy and its not your fault work is work and it is what it is... Don't feel bad for not being here... As long as we talk everyday and keep going on dates when we are together everything will be fine.. i have faith" Y/n looks up at him.

Urban leans down and places a soft kiss on her lips "You're to good too me Ma" Urban rest his forehead again hers "You deserve it.. now lets go watch a movie" Y/n moves out of his grip and walks towards the living room.

While they watch the movie Urban couldn't help but rub against her a little as her ass pushes on his bulge "Baby don't start something you cant finish" Urban looks down at her grabbing her hip.

Her hand goes back to grab his cock through his pants"Please i need it" with that urban pulls down her shorts revealing she has no underwear on.

He lays on his back pulling his cock free pulling her on top of him.

he takes his tip making it teasing her entrance "Beg for it" she puts her head in his neck "please please i need it daddy " Urban chuckles at her his tip slowly going in but immediately retrieving making her gasp " You can do better than that baby"

"Please urban put it in.. I need to feel you" Urban bottoms out in her pussy making her yelp out making her head go back "Is this what you wanted mama" he bucks his hips so his cock goes in and out slowly "answer me" urban grabs her face.

"Yes daddy.. yes" she whimpers as he pulls his hand away Y/n puts her head on urban’s shoulder "it feels so good daddy" she whines quietly moving her hips.

"You’re doing so fucking good mamas.. just like that.. mmm daddy’s princess obeying like she always does. Always making daddy happy aren’t you baby?" Y/N squeals quietly as Urban’s words as they begin to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck baby… you’re tightening up, are you close princess… you wanna cum on daddy? Show him how good he makes you feel?" Urban whispers in her ear.

"Cum for me princess you can do it" Y/N starts to see stars as she rides through her orgasm While she bites Urban’s shoulder to suppress her moans.

"yes princess so fucking good.. oo, you make me so fucking horny baby… " Y/n starts working her way through her orgasm, urban gets closer to his "Fuck princess you’re gonna make me cum" Urban rolls his head back.

"Fuck mamas you’re soo good at this..shit I’m getting close" She slowly pulls urban out of her "what’re you doing baby" Urban grunts from the lack of contact.

"Shhhh… I’m just helping" Y/n says before she makes her way under the blanket. She licks urban from his base to the tip urban gasps softly "shitt baby.. mmm I’m gonna fucking cum"

Y/n continues to suck the head of his cock until urban cums into her mouth she looks up at urban from under the blanket.

"Mmmm… swallow it for daddy baby.. all of it" Urban moans throwing his head back for a second.

Y/N swallows his cum she opens her mouth, lifting her tongue to show she swallowed it all before moving back up the blanket.

"Fuck.. such a good fucking girl for me" She sits back in his lap as they try to catch their breaths.

"Mmm.. anything for you daddy" She smiles.

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@jackslover12

#urban wyatt #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt x you #urban wyatt x y/n #jack harlow fanfic

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aylacavebear · 3 months

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She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine.

Word Count: 1904

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. May have future SMUT 18+!

Warnings: Angst, Fluff. Insinuations of intimacy.

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Dean lay there, holding her close as his mind wandered. Normal, that word continued playing through his thoughts. It was sometime after seven, and he wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of his bed nor the comfort of having her snuggled up to him.

He could feel her breathing rhythmically as she slept, probably dreaming. Dean thought about the day before, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, remembering the way she looked, laughing, relaxed, and carefree during their snowball fight. The way the light had filtered through the trees made her look angelic in its rays.

Could we really have a normal life, he thought to himself. In his mind, he could see her in a sundress, baking an apple pie in a kitchen, more than likely barefoot. He smiled again when he felt her stir against his chest.

“Mornin’, Sweetheart,” he told her softly, kissing the top of her head.

“Mmmm, mornin',” she mumbled sleepily, not ready to open her eyes.

“You sleep okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Good dreams I didn’t want to wake from,” she replied, smiling a little.

That made Dean chuckle quietly, “Oh yeah? What about?”

“Me and you, and normal,” she hummed, stretching a little.

The two shifted so that they were lying on their sides facing each other, Dean caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, “Sounds nice.”

“It was, and we had a dog,” she chuckled, knowing he wasn’t very fond of animals.

Dean laughed softly, “Not sure how I feel about the dog part.” “I know. I’ve always wanted one, though,” she sighed, “We should get up. I have something I need to share with everyone.”

He looked at her, a bit confused, “Did something happen?” he asked, now also concerned.

“Sort of. I’d rather only say it once, though,” she told him, then kissed him, effectively shutting up any argument he could come up with.

Almost an hour later, they joined the others in the library, smiles on both their faces, “Why do you two always come out here looking guilty as hell?” Bobby asked them, barely managing to hide his amusement.

Maria blushed, unable to hide her embarrassment at his comment, as the two sat beside each other. “Probably because they are,” Sam teased them playfully.

“No less than the two of you,” Dean shot back just as playfully.

Maria was happy that the morning had a lightheartedness to it, and that there was laughter. There were a few more family jabs as they enjoyed coffee together. She was hopeful that moments like this could fill their future.

Normal, she thought to herself, smiling.

Dean leaned over and kissed her cheek, “You gonna share that little something now?” he whispered, wanting to keep it between the two of them until she was ready. However, his curiosity was getting the better of him.

She took a deep breath, looking down at the coffee in her hands, then nodded. Mari hadn’t said anything that morning, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

“I have news,” Maria began, all of their eyes now on her, “I went to Hell this morning.”

“You did what?!” Bobby exclaimed before Dean had a chance to shake his shock and make words.

Maria shrugged a little, “I woke up and just knew that I had to go. So, I went,” she stated, somewhat casually. She also focused on allowing their emotions to move around her and not consume her.

“Wonderful!” Mari said excitedly, clapping her hands, “How did it go?”

The others looked at Mari, confused, shocked, and practically speechless at her excitement. Maria was the only one who chuckled, finding her angel mother adorable in an almost childlike way.

“It went really well,” Maria replied, looking up at all of them, “I met Alastair and Lilith. Neither were happy to see me, but Lilith begrudgingly agreed to my terms.”

“I’m so proud of you, Little One,” Mari told her, beaming.

“What terms?” John asked, just as curious as the others.

“All the souls that were meant to be in heaven, are now there. Demons will stay off of Earth once the peace spreads to encompass it. The icing on the cake, Lilith agreed to a reform program for the damned souls that want to go to Heaven,” Maria explained to them.

Mari had seen that as a possible outcome. The only one of the things she’d seen that was guaranteed was that demons wouldn’t be able to go to Earth anymore. What Maria had accomplished was beyond what Mari had hoped would happen, and a few tears slid down her cheeks, which she quickly wiped away.

“Wow. Not bad, Sis,” Sam chuckled.

Dean didn’t know what to say, too many emotions coursing through him. So, he just cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Yeah, he’d agreed to keep the PDAs to a minimum, but this was an exception. Maria was more than surprised but soon relaxed and kissed him back.

“I love you,” Dean told her, once he pulled away, causing her to smile with adoration as she looked into those beautiful green eyes of his.

“I love you too,” she chuckled, finding him absolutely adorable.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Bobby grumbled, trying not to chuckle himself.

Giggles could be heard from around the library as Maria blushed slightly and sipped her coffee. She wondered if there was even a way to describe the type of contentment she felt at that moment.

“You need to stop what you’re doing,” a man said from the war room, causing all of them to get to their feet quickly.

Maria moved so that she could see who it was, as her Uncle was blocking her view. She took a slow, deep breath when she saw who was standing there. Dean went to move so that he was standing in front of her, but she made her way so that she was between the man and her family.

“I won’t, and you need to leave my family alone,” she told him somewhat confidently.

The man just chuckled at her boldness, “You’re not in charge, and I’m tired of you interfering.”

“Who the hell are you?” Bobby growled.

“I’m God,” he answered plainly, keeping his focus on Maria, “Zamairle, Castiel, you’ll both face your punishment for your transgressions.”

Maria straightened up, keeping herself calm, “I’m gonna make this as clear as I can. You will not be punishing anyone, and you’ll be leaving my family alone.” Chuck sighed, “You need to learn your place,” he told her, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He looked confused as he snapped his fingers a couple more times, and still, nothing happened.

“I told you, you’ll not mess with my family,” she reiterated to him.

Mari smiled proudly while the others just watched the interaction. Cas tilted his head. Seeing God like this only reinforced that his decision to stand with Maria had been the right one.

Chuck glared at her, “If you don’t back down, I’ll have no choice but to get the angels involved. You can’t stop all of them,” then he smirked, “You also can’t be in two places at once.” And with that, he disappeared.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled, calming her nerves, “So much for diplomacy,” she mumbled, lowering her head slightly.

Maria walked over to the archway of the library, placing her hand against it. She focused her thoughts, wanting the bunker completely protected from any kind of attack that might come from Heaven, God, or any of the angels. A purple glow grew around her hand and on the archway as she closed her eyes, taking slow, deep breaths. The others just silently watched her. For a brief moment, the bunker shook slightly, similar to how it would if there was an earthquake, and then it just stopped as the glow faded.

“What the hell was that?” Bobby asked, trying not to sound as worried as he was.

She sighed as she returned to sit in her seat, “That was God. I had hoped he would be more willing and accepting of things… but I guess not.” They all sat back down, Dean rubbing her back gently as he leaned his other arm on the library table, “What was that thing you did?” he asked her.

“I made the bunker safe. God can’t enter here again, and neither can the other angels. I also made it so they can’t attack it,” she explained.

“Glad we got to have a day outside,” Jess mumbled, sighing.

“I’ll need to go to Heaven soon,” Maria told them, feeling that pull, just like she had early that morning before she’d gone to Hell.

Dean leaned close to her, kissing the side of her head, “Don’t worry, we’ll all stay inside,” he tried to reassure her, even if he didn’t want her to go.

“We’re ready when you are,” Cas told her before Mari could.

“I’ll let you know when it’s time,” Maria sighed.

Maria sat there, sipping her coffee, lost in her thoughts. At least Hell had gone easy, she thought to herself. With God getting involved like this, she knew that Heaven was going to be more of a challenge. She had no plans of hurting any of the angels, no matter what happened. Violence wasn’t the answer, and she knew it. She also wondered if he’d return to Heaven and make his presence known after being gone for so long. That would or could also complicate things for her.

Two hours later, she looked over at Cas and Mari, “It’s time,” she told them, feeling slightly nervous. She could feel her family's worry as she stood, “I’ll be okay, and I’ll be back.”

At least when she’d gone to Hell, they’d all been asleep, so there hadn’t been any goodbyes. Now, though, they all hugged her, giving her encouraging words as they did. Dean waited till the others were done before he pulled her close against him, one hand on the back of her head, the other wrapped around her.

“I wish I could go with you,” he whispered.

“I know,” she sighed, holding him close, “I’ll have Mari and Cas with me. I’ll be okay.”

“Just come back to me,” he again whispered, and she felt what he feared most: losing her.

“I promise I’ll come back,” she tried to reassure him.

Dean pulled back, but only far enough so that he could kiss her. It was soft, slow, intimate butterfly kisses that she returned. She could tell he was fighting with his emotions and his fears.

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.

“I love you too,” he replied through a shaky breath, then kissed her forehead before she pulled away.

Maria walked to the other side of the library tables where Cas and Mari were standing, waiting patiently, “Leave your blade here, Cas,” she told him softly.

Cas looked at her, slightly puzzled again, but didn’t argue. He took his angel blade out of his coat pocket and placed it on the library table, and Maria smiled at him. Mari didn’t have an angel blade, as she’d chosen a different path. They nodded at her, and then the three flew to Heaven. Dean grabbed the whiskey and several glasses, even if none of the others were drinking, he needed it.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 35 - Heaven

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 7 months

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ive been ever so sneakily updating the playlist on yt, mostly for lucio my beloathed and im here to share

BUT ALSO i went to look at lucios official playlist to check for repeats and was appalled to find that it was like half comprised of julian songs istg. im kidding of course its subjective but still the bidding?? THE fucking Bidding???? THE most julianest song ive ever heard and its on Morgassons playlist. i simply cannot even with this.

and so to start this off im giving the floor to julian with the entirety of Tally Halls The Bidding! *polite applause*

I've been sleeping in a cardboard box, Spending every dollar at the liquor shop/ (yeah this ones obvious) And even though I know I haven't got a lot I'll try to give you lovin' til the day you drop/ 🥺🥺(wait i just remembered mc technically has dropped one time already on his watch but i suppose hes learned his lesson bhjzdljzg)

I've been training like a Pavlov dog, Let my independence out to take a hike/(😩😩🙄🥵😤😤🥺come ON this is the most julian line ever) All you're gonna have to do is ring my bell/ (ok confession time i edited this line because this is the first time im actually reading it and im sorry but it looks so wrong who tf says Activate my Bell what in the hell) And I'll fetch you anything you like/ (in summary: heeeere subbysubbysubbysubby)

Going once, going twice, Every man here has a price/ (i highkey Love this one so much in relation to the game in general because boY DO THEY fucking EVER have a PRICE THEY GOT ME CRAWLING BACK EVERY DAY GRINDING FOR THESE DAMN COINS) Over where? Over there, sold To not a single lady in here

I've been here like a thousand times, Dated every woman in the atmosphere. I've been to every continent, Broken all the hearts in every hemisphere/ (mmm yaass we love a well travelled king. also yeah i can see that other bit being accurate, he is a catch) And if I'm not the type of guy you like to circumvent, Just remember not to love me when I disappear/ (yeah that sounds like him alright)

I graduated at the top/ (Mmmm we LOVE a medical degree king slay) I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie/ (maybe not exactly how it happened i mean he worked for him for the most part but i count it as a lucio reference lmao) So if you have a fantasy of being a queen, Maybe you should blow a couple bucks on me/😏😏

Going once, going twice! Won't these gentlemen suffice?/ (*brain animatic director voice* pan over to the rest of the lads standing at their respective game show-y podium stands; a somewhat disgruntled asra, lucio preening for anybody paying attention, muriel's left already) Any here? Any there? Any motions anywhere? Going twice, going thrice, Guess this means we'll go four times a lady

I promise I'll be all you'll need, ever need You'll never have to shop around (don't shop around) And I'll give you all you'll ever need, ever need, Don't worry I will never let you down, let you down- Don't worry I will never let you down/ (admittedly this doesn't sounds exactly like something he'd say, the insecure avoidant wretch of a boy kjbdfkjadf maybe a bit later, god knows hes trying bless his little heart)

So many ladies are wanting for mates, And the prospects are good but the date's never great- Over here, over there, over where? Anywhere! They're too busy with winning the bidding to care! And he's sold!/ (*film director voice* the gavel bangs one last time, the doctor & mc pushed into each others embrace laugh together before going in for a kiss; curtains fall; brain animatic over, credits roll kbhsrjkdgh)

Alright lets get the lucio show on the road number one: Central Cee Retail Therapy which ive been obsessively listening to basically every day now for some reason but also im skipping like half the song literally only because i genuinely could not understand wtf hes talking about in there lmao

Fly uptown when I'm feelin' down I wanna do retail therapy/ (only kind of therapy i can imagine him pursuing) Been with the gang all week I need some female energy/ (ok tbh i dont remember how it went with him and nadia before they got together but this line just has me picturing him in his soldier mercenary days, back home from whatever job, done with boys nights, lookin to get bizzayyy) Sucked my soul, I lost my breath She got me breathin' heavy, Toxic relationship with my queen But me and the T got chemistry/ (ok im just now learning T means trap house but imma pretend i didnt see that gjhfhkgk)

Told her that I'm a Gemini Now she on Google checkin' the compatibility, She wanna see if I got the agility She wanna see if I got the ability/ (this bit may be silly but the first time i heard this while thinking about lucio i just instantly went "omg itd be funny if hes actually a gemini and it fits" and i checked, hes not, of course hes capricorn lol (but also wasnt there that one time when they gave him two birthdays on accident jgxgnvgs that just makes this even more in character bear w me) and after i learned that i just instantly reasoned that, at least to me, him lying about his star sign to get with nadia totally sounds like something he would do xD im not sure i can see him putting in the effort of actually researching which sign is compatible with nadia, but i mean hey he wants to bag a whole princess hes got a lot riding on this he might as well memorise some charts dgkhgj/ ok update i did in fact google the compatibility for cancer/gemini and its utter shit😂😭 she actually supposedly is more compatible with his actual sign but also, like. come on. look at them. if any relationship can be used to prove that thats all kinda bullshit or bad writing for a game about all this astral stuff? its probably them lmao

I went 'round three, she want round four- she killin' me, ADHD, my trigger finger fidgety

Walk in- Walk-in wardrobe look like the stockroom - Mum said I'm materialistic/ (literally canonically them fr shes such a hater bmvxhkhx) When you're the boss, that shit will cost, I'm buying my mumzy a crib for Christmas I'm livin' a movie, but it ain't scripted/ (oh honey if you knew how scripted your life is) God is my witness, get out my business, Back in the day I had one pair of trainers I wore that shit 'til it gave me blisters/ (also pretty canonically accurate sentiment i reckon with the living in a hardcore arctic hunter tribe situation n whatnot)

numba tew: Panic at The Disco's Emperors new clothes~ the music video for this one kinda fits the vibe for his storyline too a little bit at least aesthetically lol

Welcome to the end of eras, Ice has melted back to life - Done my time and served my sentence, Dress me up and watch me die - If it feels good, tastes good, It muuuust be mine~ Dynasty decapitated, You just might see a ghost tonight/ (kinda could describe his debut as a ghoast (ghost goat?)?)

And if you don't know now you know

I'm taking back the crown/ I'm all dressed up and naked/ (naked ghoast ass mf) I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers) oooOOOh yeeeah, the crown/ So close I can taste it, I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers)/ (yeah this bit speaks for itself i think, pretty biblically accurate lucio characterisation)

Sycophants on velvet sofas, Lavish mansions, vintage wine~ I am so much more than royal/ (i mean. mister I Deserve Everything. cmon) Snatch your chain and mace your eyes/ (man i dont know something something devil deal chains😭)

If it feels good, tastes good, It must be mine/ Heroes always get remembered/ But you know legends never die/ (yeeesss YYYEEEEESSSS UGH the auDACITY)

number 3: Nick Lutsko's Sometimes!

Swinging for the fences, Hanging from the moon, I cut my tongue on the rust of a silver spoon, I bet my billionth bottom dollar on a hopeless case-/ (i like those two lines for him being a nepo baby theyre so nice and evocative) And now the devil on my shoulder has a knife to my face/ (obvious allusion is obviousing)

Racing toward the mailbox With a letter in your hand But the postman's gone away, and you begin to understand- That you're no hero to this story, You're just another wretched pawn, Who bought his tickets to the sideshow And then slept through the alarm/ (UGH this song is just good i dont even have anything to say about that little blond bitch anymore htkjyufh no theres something in there i swear. about him taking on this bigger than life endeavour to acquire all this unimaginable power and dealing literal demons and barely even taking it seriously sometimes and not realising how played hes getting)

Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest/ Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest/ Sometimes all you gotta say is "mommy make it go away"/ Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass💀

Sometimes you gotta finish what you shouldn't have started/ Sometimes you gotta shoot before you see the target/ Sometimes mommy's gonna say, "You're not worth the price to pay" Sometimes the tunnel only leads to darkness/ (this is where im cornered into admitting i only associate this song with lucio cause of the mommy issues. yippee)

im not saying anything but if you havent heard these songs before theyre reeeally fun to listen to and worth checking out i prommy👀 i enjoyed thinking through this so much im not great at Lucio so the details might be iffy i hope it made any sense thank you bye goonight🥰🥰

@tetsuoooooooooo HII!

Ugh I can't begin to say how much fun it was to read all of this, thank you!!! I always love how you unpack the lyrics for different characters ^.^

I've just added all of your suggestions to the playlist and I'll put them on the tag too. (Istg I will never be able to listen to The Bidding the same way again, you've effectively Julian'ed it for me XD)

Cheers friend!

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #arcana brainrot playlist #julian the arcana #julian devorak #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson #the arcana game

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toweroftickles · 1 year

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REIMAGINED TICKLING #4: The Shmorgasbord

A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how fun it would be to see other characters in those same situations. You know, like "Oh I wanna see X character get tickled like that." So I thought I'd try writing a few drabbles where I'll take a famous tickle scene and reinterpret it with new characters in new settings.

This is Part 4 of an ongoing series…I had a bunch of ideas for shorter crossover scenes, so they’re all smashed together!

Rescuers Down Under/Kid Icarus

"WAHOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The warm spring wind whipped through Pit's locks. His foot carved a canyon slice into the top of a low-hanging downy cloud as he soared through the sky with the speed of a rollercoaster. But the Power of Flight wasn't giving lift to his own feeble wings. This time, Pit was instead dangling in the breeze, carried aloft by the arms of the newly-reborn Phoenix.

In its adult form, the flaming bird had once been much more gargantuan...just one of its mighty talons was bigger than Pit himself...but Pit liked this younger reincarnated version better. For one thing, it didn't try to eat or step on him. It was the perfect size to grasp the angel boy's biceps and airlift him across the sprawling human continent below.

What a rush!

"And unlike some of us, HE doesn't have a five-minute time limit." Viridi's snarky voice reverberated in between Pit's ears, descended from on high as if she were speaking right next to him. "Just imagine, if you came to work for the Forces of Nature instead..."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Palutena, Goddess of Light, uncharacteristically smarmy, butted in. "I'm sure my Captain would rather have five minutes of flight and MY wisdom at his disposal, than that overgrown turkey and YOURS."

"What?!"

"I-I'm perfectly happy with everything you both can do for me, Lady Palutena....Viridi..." Pit insisted, desperate to break the tension.

Unseen by either, Viridi rolled her eyes…and her giant new pet followed suit.

Suddenly, Pit gasped. A sharp claw stabbed at his belly, but it wasn't trying to tear him open. The Phoenix's digit was scratching his ribcage, in between and underneath the bones, pressing into him like he was a squeeze toy.

"HAA-Ha!! Heehee-Heehee-Hee!!! Pff! HngHng-HNG!!" Pit's voice cracked as he burst into loud, uncontrolled spasms. He flailed his desperate limbs around, kicking in all directions, and the Phoenix could barely maintain its grip on the squirmy centurion. He looked like a jumping bean having a seizure.

“Sheesh, what’s wrong with you?” Viridi scoffed.

“Oh, don’t mind him,” Palutena giggled, a knowing twinkle in her voice. “Pit’s very ticklish. Aren’t you, Pit?”

“AHH! *gasp* Hmhm-Hng!! Hee; n-hohohoheh! *heave* Ha-Huh…AH! You’re poking; you’re pohokihing!!” the hysterical angel boy squeaked. Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes.

No! No no no stop! I'm gonna fall!!!

The Phoenix wouldn’t quit; its talon was jabbing into a soft spot above Pit’s liver, clawing up and down along his side, tracing circles around his belly button…the goddesses were laughing as they watched him gleefully wiggle…

It was only a few more moments before the tickling stopped, but to Pit, it felt like ages. He slumped over in the bird’s arms, struggling to catch his breath in the harsh wind. His tummy was sore.

“WHEW……whoooo….Ha….Ha-ha…”

"Heehee...awww, are you ok, little guy?"

Pit blushed. He'd gotten used to Palutena teasing him over the years, but it was always worse when someone like Viridi was around.

"Heh-Heh...whew...yeah; I don't want him to do that again though!"

"Well don't wiggle too much, or you'll end up flat as a pancake!" Viridi giggled smugly.

"Mmmm...pancakes...."

Few things could pull down Pit's chipper mood. Barrel rolls and aerial somersaults carried him on the wind and toward the sun, no longer besieged by Underworld forces...toward home, where breakfast awaited him.

It always felt good to fly.

Samurai Pizza Cats/Street Fighter

The noonday spring sun blazed proudly overhead. Sporting her green-and-orange summer vacation duds, Makoto looked like a lost Mario Brother (er, Sister). But she felt like a change. After all, this wasn't the usual Shadaloo-funded recruitment tourney with a massive prize pool and worldwide media coverage. This was a proper, no-holds barred, pure-cut street brawl...the only rules this time were "no biting" and "no dismemberment." Tons of combatants were trying out all new weapons, all new fighting styles...anything they could imagine. But Makoto? She was still determined to be just as great as Ryu in her own ways. Only her honor mattered.

Defiantly twisting her hat, she stamped her sneaker into the dusty marketplace street. A chalk ring was drawn around as the innumerable food stalls were pushed apart. A crowd of hundreds gathered to watch, and out of the teeming mass stepped a slightly more solidified mass...one named Rufus.

(“Waddled” may be more accurate than “stepped.”)

“Hey, Rufus! Whatcha hiding behind your back?” Makoto asked him, genuinely friendly as usual. “Don’t be shy; I’m sure you’ve got something awesome!” Her question, though, was met with something truly bizarre.

On the ends of Rufus’ hands were rubbery fake thumbs, easily longer than his other fingers, and so round they were almost teardrop-shaped.

“Rufus is fighting with an apparently all-new and ‘totally awesome’ style that he did not feel like disclosing to our governing body…I don’t know what the hell he’s doing, but I don’t think any of you will mind if I nap through this one, folks.” The fight’s announcer wasn’t even pretending to take that walrus-in-a-unitard seriously.

"Just you wait! Yeah! You’re cool, man, but I’m the best! That's right!"

Makoto stared awkwardly at the burly biker’s new prosthetics. Thumb-wrestling? Is he gonna try to squeeze my head like a tick?

Rufus was a doofus…(Huh; I should remember that one, she mentally noted), but he was also powerful. No time to drop her guard. She flexed her muscles in a vicious chop and readied a kokutsu dachi stance, tensed like a spring about to pop.

"Well whatever kinda new gimmicks you've picked up, my Rindo-kan karate is gonna tackle the challenge head-on!"

DING! The starting bell! The match was on!

Makoto immediately swung her leg out into a chest-high kick, but instead of guarding or leaping away (as she expected), Rufus grabbed her ankles and slammed her against the ground like she was a rag doll. It was too quick for her to retaliate…with an uncomfortable belching grunt, the bubble of muscly lard that was Rufus pounded Makoto into the dirt. His gut rolled over her thighs, trapping her face-down and immobile.

"Gahhhh, get off me! Fight fair!" Makoto yelped, clawing at the dirt.

"HA HA HA!" Rufus bellowed in triumph. "You are the first, and like, only, to fall victim to..." he whipped out his enormous rubber thumbs..."RUFUS' TWO-FINGER EXPLODING HEART MASSAGE PARLOR TECHNIQUE!"

The nodulose bulbs pressed down intensely into the backs of Makoto's sides, right around the firm, muscular lumbar tissue, and rubbed in tight semicircles. Her nerves buzzed to life, and even she couldn’t stop what happened next.

"Pp-HHAA, HAHA-HAHA HAHA!! AH-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Haaa!!!"

It tickled! It tickled like crazy! Makoto lost all carefully-meditated control of her body and just exploded into wild, hysterical laughter. Her gravelly voice scraped at the inside of her throat, blasting out desperate shrieks from deep in her lungs.

"You think I got no skills to bring up against Ken Masters, dude? Now all I gotta do is get you punks in my way to loosen up first!" Those giant thumbs kneaded hard into Makoto's lower back with brutal strength. They just kept rubbing and squeezing every inch of her quivery sides.

"NOOO; HAHA-Haha!! Stop it, that tickles!! HA-HA HA-HA HA!!! No more, no mohohore!" she screamed furiously. Jetstreams of angry tears sprayed from her tightly-clenched eyes. She kicked and slapped the earth and thrashed like a bronco, but the poor girl couldn't wrench herself free of Rufus' massive weight. Her face was red from laughing. She didn't even notice it when Rufus’ thighs lifted off of her and allowed her to roll around on the floor...nor did she notice when she tumbled outside of the chalk circle that marked the arena’s edge, curled into a helpless fetal ball.

DING!!

"Ring out! Rufus is the winner!"

There was no applause. (Well, apart from Rufus' girlfriend Candy, who whooped enthusiastically in her annoying dollar-store Harley Quinn accent.) Only gasps. Mostly, everyone was just confused.

"What?! No, th-that's not fair! What kind of cheap tactics are those?!" Makoto shouted, her voice wavering from embarrassment and fury as she stood back up on wobbly legs. Her sides and her lower back were tingling as if numb, still reeling from the intense "massage" they'd just received. Her cheeks were scarlet, her breathing raspy and hard. She'd never felt so humiliated in front of the other combatants.

"Sorry, Miss Makoto, but thumb-tickling isn't against the rules in this tournament. We unfortunately have to disqualify you." The announcer's voice was firm, but sympathetic over the loudspeaker. And everyone had heard it. There was a murmur snaking throughout the crowd, as well as her fellow Street Fighters.

Makoto's stomach sank. Her lip quivering and her brows furrowed, she turned on her heel and slowly walked off. The brim of her cap shielded her eyes.

An instant one-punch KO would have been better.

Tarzan/Luca

It all happened so fast. Hot, blinding light washed over Luca, drying him instantly. For the first time in his life, there was no liquid cooling him. His face fell against a bed of rough pebbles. He whipped around like...well...a fish out of water. But he wasn't just a fish anymore.

His scales were gone.

In their place was an eerie, pinkish-white smooth surface. His blue cranial scales had retracted, replaced by a messy mop of something brown and seaweed-like. He screamed. He covered his eyes. He didn't even have time to process what was happening, so consumed was he by paranoia. But the kid nearby, who had pulled him out, just sat on a nearby rock, smirking and completely placid.

“AHHHH!! Help meeeee!” Luca wailed.

“First time?”

“Of course it is!!! I’m a good kid!!” His parents were gonna kill him!

“Hey, relax. Breathe.”

But Luca wasn’t paying attention. In the throes of his panic attack, his strange new body lurched forward and fell onto the once-purple human boy.

"Yah!"

“And what are THESE?!” Luca squeaked in terror, his voice cracking.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah, I know; no scales. See, they’re…yep, that’s it.” Luca’s new friend (?) was clearly a bit weirded out.

The tan-skinned boy accidentally yanked his wrist away from Luca with too much force…with little warning, his momentum sent him flying backwards off the rock he was sitting on, and he landed on his back in the beach pebbles. Luca shuffled forward on his elbows, still in a blind frenzy, until he was halted in his tracks by the strange kid’s right foot pressing against his shoulder.

“Hey, hey, whoa, kid; calm down,” the other stammered.

“WE HAVE FIVE FINGERS AND TOES?! How do we control that many at once?! Where are our webs?!” Luca grabbed the other boy’s foot and began to pull on & inspect the digits, and suddenly, the kid fell backwards in a fit of crazy, high-pitched giggling.

“PFFF, Heehee-Heehee-Heehee! *gasp* DAHH! No no no, dohohon’t! That tick-hlhl-hlhl-hles! *gasp* Heheh-Haha-Hahuh! No g-het ohoff, get off my tohoes, gehet off my toes, G-HET OFF MY TOES!”

Out of nowhere, the boy threw his foot out and smacked Luca right in the chin. Luca sailed back through the air until he crashed flat on his back in the shallow incoming wave, and the wet sea formed a perfect halo of green scales around his newly-human face. He was dazed. But as he laid there, attempting to come out of his stunned state, the world slowed down, and Luca finally looked at the surface for the first time.

Moving air brushed through the plants, making them wave back at him. Some kind of strange fish squawked and flapped their fins miles above his head. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before.

“Well…isn’t it great?”

“No! I-I-it’s bad, and…I’m not supposed to be up here! Good day!" Not saying another word, Luca disappeared back beneath the waves.

It took him a few moments to realize that he left his staff behind.

James & The Giant Peach/The Bad Guys

The Bad Guys had a bit of a tradition going. On each member’s birthday, no matter what, that intrepid burglar was granted once-a-year permission to take over from Mr. Wolf and plan a heist herself. (A tradition NOT observed by a certain serpent.) And Miss Tarantula had not-very-subtly been dropping hints about the Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s fortuitous reopening for about three weeks.

Wolf swallowed nervously as the whole group, dressed in black bandit jumpsuits, crawled through chilly steel ductwork beneath the building’s entrance. (All of them except Shark…he was driving the getaway van, and also disguised as a nun driving a bookmobile.)

Mr. Snake grumbled. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Webs, but she wasn’t very transparent about what exactly her plan was, and this was a brand new museum. They’d robbed the old one plenty of times, but the thing had been totally redesigned from the inside out. Just as he had the thought “We’re clueless,” he bonked into the end of the trail. Light streaked in from a grate above.

“Alright, sweetheart, I guess it’s all you,” Wolf said. Neither Snake or Tarantula was sure which one he was talking to, but they both proceeded regardless.

Quietly, Mr. Snake lifted the grate with his head, and it slid to the ground with a metal clunk. He was in the dead center of a blue moonlight patch shining down from a rose window. The polished, disinfected scent of marble and ancient vases enveloped him. They were in the cavernous white atrium. Just ahead was the grand staircase leading up into the various gallery wings. A quiet little security drone, about the size and shape of a black thumb drive, cast its blinking red light out onto the floor, humming to itself. There was nowhere that the reptilian safecracker could move without tripping an alarm.

“Ok, Webs, so what’s your brilliant plan now?” Mr. Snake hissed down in his signature sarcastic drawl.

“Glad you asked, big guy!” she told him through his earpiece. “Are ya ready? …you’re gonna be the bait!”

“WHHHHAAAT?!?” Snake’s furious outburst echoed all around the museum.

“Shhhh!!!” hissed Mr. Wolf.

“Who do you think you are?!”

“Snake, you have to trigger the motion alarms!” their master planner snapped.

"Why me?!"

"Hey; you guys said I was in charge! Me! Now trust me on this!!"

“Ohmygod I’m gonna fart,” Piranha muttered under his panicked breath.

“Are you nuts?! Absolutely not! I’m not doin that! And you can’t make me!”

“Oh yeah?!” Miss Tarantula laughed wickedly and jumped up onto Snake’s midsection. Chuckling to herself, she started tapping her extremely fuzzy legs at sonic speeds, the same way she used her “beast mode” keyboard to hack a vault, along the dead center of her companion's elongated body…and suddenly, Mr. Snake began to wiggle.

“Kkheh! Heh…Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Heh…Hey! G-het off me!” he yelled down at her. He was trying to maintain his snarky demeanor and keep still, but Webs had found his ticklish spot. He was writhing angrily in all directions, involuntarily bashing his head into the museum floor. “HHHEHeh Ha-Ha! Hn-Hn Hn! St-hop it!”

Right on cue. The red lights snapped on and the blaring museum siren roared to life.

“Alright, guys, get ready; they’re coming!” Wolf commanded his team with a hint of nervousness. This wasn’t what he’d planned at all.

“Cootchiecootchiecoo……….ahcootchiecootchiecoo…” Tarantula teased Snake in her low, raspy voice, giggling as she danced and watched him squirm.

A dozen truncheon-brandishing security guards burst through he doors and thundered down the marble stairs with a terrible roar.

"Halt! Stay where you are!!"

Every second they grew closer to the helpless constrictor that lured them in a puddle of light.

“GKHNNN!! K-Heh, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! You…you stupid jerks!! Hnuh…This isn’t fair; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha HA!!”

All of a sudden and with a violent, involuntary contortion, Mr. Snake twisted himself out of Tarantula's grip and leapt high into the air until he cast a shadow down on the charging cops, and they could only stare, bewildered, at the crooked and cackling-faced snakeskin he left behind.

The mob were barreling down far too fast to alter their course now. They all stumbled over one another as they rammed full-throttle through Mr. Snake’s abandoned skin….and straight into the almost-invisible web of patented tarantula-silk nanothread that stretched across the entire atrium behind it. They were already trapped in the net by the time Snake returned to the floor with a splat.

Bingo.

“Alright, guys, let’s get moving! We’ve only got a couple minutes!” Tarantula called triumphantly as she hopped out of the hole in the floor.

“Webs, you’re a genius.” Mr. Wolf climbed up too, followed by Piranha, and the group charged into the museum proper.

“Gah! I am going to EAT you!” Mr. Snake roared angrily at Tarantula.

“Ooo, yeah, scary; I’ll just make sure to tickle you from the inside on my way down!” she laughed at him.

Her plan had gone off without a hitch. By the time the local police were finally dispatched to the source of the alarm, every silkskreen print and multi-limbed Hindu statue in the museum was already gone. Millions in art, down the drain.

And in a bookmobile across town, there were four gleeful partygoers, popping corks and celebrating a night of revelry...

....along with one very sour snake.

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As a silly tikly boy toy, your teases about tickle edging are so so so tickle hottttt. Edging and tickling are my biggest fetishes, And I have recently discovered my chest buttons and royal rod are both so sensitive that feathers and makeup brushes on my buttons, and feathers and vibeys on my rod make me legitimately laugh out loud and it feels soooo good but it tickles so bad that ive yet to be able to gigglecum if either is happening. I could be right on the edge, and brushes to either or vibeys on my rod or feathers on my buttons stop my gigglegasm in its tracks. I've also found prolonged on either requires me to be restrained in some way because I start thrashing it tickles so much

You're the kind of cutie boy I'd want strapped into a comfy chair with your arms bound together in front of you, and wrists tied loosely to a post above so you can pull as needed for support with what I'm about to do to your body ~

It's all about that assessment first, my shadow falling over you behind the room's lights, swishing up close in my cute purply dress~ my hands draw up your belly, curiously touching and probing about. "Mmmhmm~ nice soft sensitive body ~" I raise my fingers and let my nails graze and glide up your ribs to your chest. "Ticklish, too~" My curious fingers move up to your chest, seizing around your flat boy boob and tapping lightly with my thumb on the lil royal buds. "Are your boobs ticklish?" I tauntingly squeeze, snickering and casting my eyes down. "Adorable boy parts too~" I unceremoniously lift to your royal rod and inspect it closely, watching your reaction with a smirk while I slide my finger down the length, feeling for those sweet hot spots~ I trace the vein, lightly pump the base, rub my thumb under the tip and start rolling the head around similarly~ "Oooooh~ mmmh?" I imitate your sounds including your gasps~ and then pull my hand away and smile. "Ah, ah, ah. Baby boytoy can't cum until tickle mama says so~"

Then I can snuggle up to you, arm around your side to lightly trace there with my finger from hip and up and around the edge of your belly, the incessant little tickle while I play with your royal parts~ The soft feather crests upwards and starts swirling your chest in a figure 8, working around but not touching the buttons yet. I snicker and coo in your ear as I work your upper body. "Gitchie gitchie goooo~ I'm gonna get youuu~" I kiss and brush my lips on your ears, fawning over your reactions. "Awwwww...sooo cute~ my own little boytoy~" The feather is tossed and I grin and "mmmhmm" as I turn on a bullet vibrator and begin drawing it around each little button, slowly going inward until I'm teasing the tip ~ all while I pinch at your sides madly.

"Struggle all you like, it's still gonna tickle~" I whisper as the vibe goes down, trailing your belly and dips into your navel ~ pausing to insert in and out of your divot ~ before tracing the happy trail before finally settling upright on your royal rod. I grasp your boy part with the vibe in hand, and start pumping slowly. "Buzzy buzzy handjob for you ~ have you ever been vibed like this? Ever had your cute royal rod milked and buzzed?" I glide my nails playfully at your hip, blowing puffs of air on your blushing face and ears. "Mmmhmm mmhmmm. Feel good? Gonna gigglecum?"

Then I release and snicker at you. "Ahh ah ahhhh uh uhhhh~" I wag my finger at you and toss the vibe, picking up my makeup brush. The blush brush twirls and glides and only touches right under your swollen wanting tip. "Blushy blushyyy~ aren't blush brushes just so sexy? Mmmm?" I smirk and let the soft edges just barely dance and flutter on your death spot. I study your reactions and carefully apply the tickly tingly teases. I keep you right at the brink, following every twitch and squirm of your most royal area~

"Don't worry though cutie pie ~ I'm a merciful mama. You're always gonna gigglecum when you're with Amy~" I smile brightly and put aside the brush. As I crawl up to your lap I pick up my favorite tool. The oversized wand kicks on in my hand with a fierce hum. "Not that anyone can resist the wand~ We'll just put ms. wand right here on your death spot and we'll see who wins~" I lightly grasp the base of your royal shaft and pump it teasingly once before applying the vibrating bulb of the wand right under the crown. "Mmmmhmm ~ uh huhhhh~ go ahead, tell me all about it~ how does that feel? Yeahhhh? Mmmmhmmm~" I nod and smile gradually raising the speed, never breaking the contact on your rod ~ but I do modulate the speed up and down to prolong your treatment.

Once I have you gasping and wanting and thoroughly stiff, I release the base and pick the blush brush back up ~ and start twirling it on each royal button. "Can the wand and the blushy do ittt? Can they do it? Yeahhh?" I snicker and buzz and brushy ~ "come on, cum onnn~ let's gigglecum~ gigglecum for your Amy noww~ we're not stopping until we get all those giggledrops out of your naughty royal rod~!"

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Maeda, narrating …ZZnnnss…

Maeda - …Zzz…

Maeda - …

Maeda - Snnnzzzzz…

~*~

//Maeda is asleep… but he’s in that hazy stage, where he can still process things, but can’t quite understand them. He’ll “wake up”, but sleep keeps its hold on him enough that he doesn’t really commit things to memory, or process what’s going on enough for it to wake him up further…

Maeda - …Nzzz…

//And it’s in this sleepy haze that-

Maeda - …

//-He shifts somewhat, and with bleary eyes still mostly shut, aided heavily by the sounds his ears pick up on-

Maeda - …?

//-He realizes something has slid… somewhere in front of him. However, too asleep to be concerned, he shuts his eyes completely, and settles back down to sleep.

Maeda - …Zzznz…

//In the morning, it’ll come back to him in whispered fragments-

??? - …Ah- …huh?

??? - …

??? - Wait, wait- how long have you been-

??? - …Was it…

??? - Jesus, okay…

??? - No, no, don’t worry…

??? - Yeah, no, just go ahead-

//Who’s to say how much time went by between that, and…

Maeda - …

//Maeda’s brain finally receives enough simulation for it to be somewhat roused…

Maeda - …Nnn… huh…?

//As the door creaks slightly, swinging open, letting light flood in once more.

Maeda - …Wh- what…?

//In the morning, Maeda won’t recall how much time passed, nor how many times he fell back asleep… but Maeda will recall seeing…

Maeda - …Someone’s… at the door…

Maeda - I don’t… get it…

//The image of someone’s silhouette lit up by the lights of the hallway, just staying in the doorway will stick in Maeda’s memory.

Maeda - …Are they…? Sitting?...

Maeda - Mmm…

//Maeda tries to force his eyes to open further, but just can’t- they’ve already grown used to being shut by sleep, so trying to wrench them open is too uncomfortable.

Maeda - …Mlem…

Maeda - I wanna… wanna go back to bed…

//Maeda gives a small yawn, but before it can truly begin, he’s back asleep…

Maeda - …

Maeda - ……- !

//Until that’s interrupted once more, by the lighting changing once again. Maeda’s eyes whip open-

Maeda - !?...

Maeda - Ugh, asshole…

//Someone’s standing in the doorway- but wait! They’re gone…

Maeda - Mmmm…

//They take the light from the hallway with them, for once Maeda realizes they’re gone, he realizes the door has swung shut. All that's left are the gentle lights Tsurugi brought in to illuminate the room before the sleepover- they’re soft, and familiar enough for Maeda to drift back to sleep, finally content…

Maeda - …Zznnz…

Maeda - Szzznn…

//In the morning, Maeda will realize that he started to hear sounds at some point, but stayed asleep…

Maeda - Ssszznz…

//Then, things got louder…

??? - I don’t know what you — —- —

??? - But, seriously-

??? - …

??? …Oh my God.

//It’s silent- but just for one tense second…

??? - Did- Did you just kill somebody?

//There’s another voice- previously unintelligible, but now, Maeda can pick out and piece together what they’re saying- though context clues have been crucial this entire conversation.

???2 - Huh?!

???2 - I don’t know what you’re-

//The two begin to speak over one another- Maeda can no longer pick things out-

Maeda - …Shuddup… You’re gonna wake everyone up, ‘nd we’re all trying to sleep…

//There’s a soft thump. Then…

Maeda - …

Maeda - Can I finally sleep now…

//Maeda hears some sort of… sniffle, or a whimper-

Maeda - …

//Maeda’s mind is once again taken over by sleep.

??? - …

//But in the morning, he’ll be able to recall hearing a sob, and the sound of shuffling from where he was hearing the voices.

Maeda - Zzzns-

Maeda - I fucking hate sleepovers.

//There’s a light again- the source isn’t as large as when the door to the hallway was open, but this one is closer to Maeda, and it’s brighter.

Maeda - I should’ve gone back to my dorm to sleep…

//Maeda hears… some noise- all he can think to compare it to is white noise.

Maeda - Mmm… actually, could I just leave, and go sleep in my dorm…?

//…And Maeda- he knows he hears something but this noise is too faint for him to further describe it-

Maeda - !

//The light suddenly grows in intensity- before it fades back down to the level it’s been at. Maeda, so very tired, gives a quiet cry, and tries to toss his blanket over his head, but fails, and settles for tossing and turning a bit, before he settles on his side, no longer facing the light.

Maeda - …

//This solution works well for Maeda- he’s able to… not quite fall back asleep, but drift off to a state of rest, despite everything that goes on around him. For in the morning, Maeda won’t be able to recall a single detail, too asleep when it happened- but he will recall that once again, he heard noises. This went on for some time, too quiet for him to pick anything out, and further distorted by the white noise-like sound, but there was something happening.

Maeda - …

//There’s a moment of silence, with only the white noise. When the other sounds pick back up, the moment of clarity is enough for Maeda to realize he’s hearing words, though he still can’t understand them.

Maeda - …

//Maeda becomes truly comfortable, and begins to drift off.

Maeda - Zzzssss…

//And he stays that way, even when the white noise goes away, and the light turns off. There’s a pause, where nothing happens- and then once again, there’s some sort of soft noise by Maeda. These noises go on for longer, and Maeda can’t quite tell where they’re coming from.

Maeda, unbothered - Sssnnnnz…

Maeda - …Znnssnz…

//And as Maeda drifts to sleep…

??? - …

//Someone in the room is thinking. About the inevitability of death. About the world outside. About how urgently they need an escape to appear.

Maeda - Ssnzzz…

//And with not a single student awake- Maeda falls into a sleep, light and easy, where the world is gentle and pure, and not a single student has ever been hurt while at Hopes Peak Academy.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - Zsnnn…

Maeda - …Nzzzsssn…

Maeda - …

Maeda - …Sznn…

[Wake Up]

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #chapter 3 #daily life #daily life 3 #i started default tagging everyone’s names can u imagine if i’d done that #people start going WOAH WAIT… MAKI AND HIGA WERE IN THIS POST???

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CHAPTER 9

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 9

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: Domestic violence.

A/N: This chapter has violence that could be triggering for some people. Enjoy!

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Word count: 1888

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It has been 2 weeks since the “incident”, as her friends called it, happened. It was Friday, last day of school and thankfully she didn’t have exam that day, so she stayed home so she could sleep a little longer. Annie had apologized to Andy for falling asleep during working hours and told him she was extremely stressed and the lack of sleep was taking a toll on her, which was partially true, although she didn’t mention her break up with Daniel.

It was nearly 6 o’clock when Annie went out for a walk to distract herself a little of the awful week she had; she was wearing a black hoodie, a pair of black biker shorts and white sneakers, she grabbed her keys and purse and off she went. She decided to go back to the apartment to pick the rest of her clothes and things. When their friends went to pick her stuff Daniel wasn’t too nice to them and they left as soon as they could. Sharon had been borrowing her clothes but she couldn’t keep doing that to her friend. She was aware of Daniel’s schedule, so there was not a problem by going at this time of the day, especially on Friday. Annie opened the door and made sure Daniel wasn’t around and headed to the room. She took one of the suitcases she had in the closet and started to put her clothes in it as fast as she could when the front door was shut by a loud slam. By the time Annie closed her suitcase and turned around Daniel was standing by the bedroom’s door.

“Hi babe, I’m so glad you’re back.” he saw the suitcase near her feet, “What do you think you are doing?”

“I mmmm, I came to pack my things.”

“Really?” Daniel walked slowly towards her, standing just in front of her, “I called you and you didn’t answer” his finger touch her check. “You can’t leave babe… we have a future together,” Daniel was dangerously close, “remember? You are all mine.” Annie could smell a hint of alcohol in his breath.

“I am not yours,” Daniel’s eyes grew darker. “You fucked another woman! In our bed! What makes you think I’m gonna stay with you?!!”

Daniel slapped her hard and grabbed her by her arms tighten his grip as he talked.

“You are mine! And you are not leaving until we work this out!”

“Let me go!!!”

“I’ve done so much for you, and this is how you pay me?” his body pressing against her, “Don’t forget who took you after your parents died. I was the one who took care of you, and gave you a place to live.”

“You’re hurting me!”

Annie tried to let go off him, but she couldn’t he was way stronger than her, her right arm started to hurt as she tried to run away, but Daniel was faster and threw her against the wall, making her hit her head and arm. As Annie was trying to stand Daniel slapped her again, this time both her lip and cheek stung and pushed her to bed, Annie moved to the head board of the bed but Daniel grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her towards him getting on top of her to prevent her from running, he opened the hoodie she was wearing, revealing her black cotton bralette.

“Uff babe,” he hooked his finger on the bralette and lower his lips to her breast, “these,” he gave her boobs a harsh squeeze, “have always been my favorites.”

“Daniel, stop!!!” she cried and kicked trying to get Daniel off of her.

“Shut up!” he put his hand around her throat, “I’m gonna make you feel so good babe, just the way you like it.”

Daniel put his hand inside the front of her shorts, smiling and touching her roughly. The look in his eyes made her scared, he was not the man she once fell in love with. His lips connected to her chest sucking and leaving marks as he slide two of his fingers inside of her, Annie stayed still, and felt the sting between her legs as his fingers pumped in and out of her fast, she was looking everywhere but him. She tried to let go again but it was useless, Daniel had her and he was going to get his way with her. That was until Daniel stood to open his jeans, Annie saw the opportunity to stand and get to the door of the room, throwing all she found around her to make Daniel loose his balance. Daniel reached and hold her from behind both fell to the floor and then Annie kicked him right on the face; Daniel touched his face letting her go. She stood up and grabbed the first jar she saw near her, turned and hit him on the head with it, leaving him unconscious.

Annie closed her hoodie and ran down stairs leaving Daniel and all her things behind. She walked to the closest bus stop to go to Newton and 15 minutes later she was in front of Andy’s house, all the lights were out, she walked to the entrance but didn’t knocked at the door. She went back to the downtown and walked around going nowhere. She was sure she had taken the same path for the third time when she stopped in front of a pizza place, the smell filled her nose and her stomach growled. She didn’t have money, she spend the bill she always hide on her shoe to pay the bus to Newton and she didn’t have her phone with her to call neither her friends nor brother. She was staring at the window of the place when she felt someone tackled her on the legs; she looked down she saw Jake holding her tightly.

“Hi, sweetie.” Annie hold the kid back “Where is your dad?”

“Jake! Don’t run away like that!” Andy smiled when he saw her. “Oh! Now I see why you ran. Still don’t do that, ok?”

“Yes, dad” Andy looked for a moment to Annie, she looked a little disturbed, and she had a cut on her lip and her cheek was a bit purple.

“Hey, are you ok?” Andy touched her lip, it stung and she hissed.

“Yeah,” she lied, “I… I fell.”

Annie paid attention to Andy, he wasn’t wearing a suit, he was wearing jeans, sneakers, a red hoodie and a baseball cap, and he looked a lot less strict with that outfit.

“Right,” Andy wasn’t too convinced with that answer. “What are you doing in Newton on a Friday?”

“Why not? It’s a free country” Andy raised his brows when he heard her. “Sorry… I was bored, and I decided to come here.”

“No parties?” Annie shook her head. “Very well, are you alone?”

“Yes, my friends are busy.” She lied.

Andy still wasn’t convince on her answers, she was defensive “Hmmm, well if you have nothing to do, we were about to buy something for dinner and watch a movie, wanna join us?

“Do you always watch movies on Fridays?

“Yes!” Jake told her, “Is movie night! pease, come with us.” The boy looked at her with puppy eyes which made her laughed a little.

“Alright, but I will choose the movie.”

“Deal!” Jake said “I wanf pizza, dad.”

“I think our guess should choose our dinner.”

“Pizza is fine, but without pineapple.”

“Smart choice,” Andy smiled, and opened the door of the pizza place. “After you.”

The three of them walked into the place and stood at the counter waiting their turn, a little later a young girl appear to take their order.

“We will have a large pepperoni pizza.”

“Anything else sir?” the girl batted her eyelashes to him.

“No, just the pizza.”

“Your name?”

“Andy.”

“That’s a nice name. It will be 10 bucks.”

Andy paid and the girl give him a toothy smile and left.

“She was flirting with you.” Annie said whispering.

“Who?” Annie pointed the girl who took their order, “Really?”

“Yeap, she is cute.”

“And she is probably like 16, I’m not a perv. And she is blonde, I don’t like blonde girls.” Annie froze when she heard the words blonde girl. “You look… are you sure you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine. You know I had finals, I’m just thinking about it.”

They sat in one of the tables waiting for their pizza to be ready. Andy asked her about her exams, and she told him about how the pedagogy professor made the most difficult exam she ever had since she starter at Lasell.

“Honestly I think he just wants everybody to fail.”

“Some teachers are like that. I had one at NYU, the guy was a jerk, but he was one of the best lawyers in the city.”

“Argh, I hate that! This guy is a freaking genius, is so good at what he does, you cannot be angry at him for making difficult exams, yet you hate him, is a very confusing feeling.”

“Andy!” Annie turned to see a dark haired woman that now was kissing Andy’s cheek.

“Hi, Stacy,” Andy said not too pleased at her actions.

“What are you doing here?” Annie stared at her, it was a stupid question considering they were in a pizza place.

“We came for something to eat.”

“Oh! Right.” The girl saw Jake and Annie up and down. “I’m sorry,” a fake smile on her face, “I’m Stacy, we work together.”

“Are you a lawyer?”

“No no, I’m a secretary, but we work in the same floor. Right Andy?” She touched Andy’s arm and Annie lifted her brow at the sight of her touching him. “And I assume you are his wife?” Andy was very uncomfortable by the question, Annie could tell.

“Actually, I’m his...” She said pointing at Jake.

“Yes, she is my wife” Andy lied.

“I’m Captain America!” Jake interject.

“Yes, you are sweetie.” Annie hugged and kissed him.

“Andy!” A guy behind the counter said, “Andy!”

“That’s us, we better go.” Andy stood quickly, “See you later.”

“Bye Andy, and nice to meet you Mrs. Barber.”

Andy took the pizza, left the establishment and walked down the street to the parked car. Jake jumped to his seat, while Andy opened the door for Annie and then climbed in the car and started the engine.

“She likes you” Annie said a bit annoyed.

“Who?”

“Don’t act so innocent Andy, that Stacy girl.” She crossed her arms. “She was touching your bicep.”

“And… is that a problem?” Andy looked at her pouting, she looked hilarious.

“Well… no, I mean, if you like her, there’s not a problem.”

“She is new in town, and to be honest she is quite noisy.”

“She is beautiful”

“I don’t like her.”

“It’s fine if you do.”

“I don’t!” he laughed

“Why are you laughing?”

“I literally said you were my wife so she stop hitting on me. I’m sorry about that by the way.”

“That’s what friends are for. Right?

Andy didn’t answer. Was she jealous? He didn’t know, and despite him finding amusing how she was acting he wasn’t planning on keep arguing over a woman he wasn’t attracted to, he switch the gear to drive and went back home.

#andy barber #andybarber #andy x reader #andyxreader #andy x you #andyandannie #Defending Jacob #defendingjacob #jacob barber #jacobbarber #the nanny #the nanny fanfic #annie johnson #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fic #chris evans

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