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elysianslove · 4 years

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JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST ━━

(*) is smut!

i edit this as i post more! <3

MULTIPLE

headcanons

ass, thighs, or tits?

*prettiest moans ranking

*catching you/catching him masturbating

*most likely to punish you

*dick analysis

*which of them would be into anal?

*which of them would be into threesomes, & which not?

reactions upon seeing you all glammed up

reactions to being randomly flashed

*random & specific nsfw headcanons

reacting to you fake banging them

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

yuuji/megumi/you

relatonship headcanons

*sub!megumi in a maid dress, part 2 (drabbles)

*oblivion; sub!yuuji (one shot)

*dom!megumi

dates with them

yuuji/sukuna/you

yuuji sharing his s/o headcanons

*yuuji’s fingers and sukuna’s mouth (drabble)

*blindfolded and guessing who’s fucking you (drabble)

s/o in danger headcanons

*sukuna turning yuuji off during sex (drabble)

sukuna warming up to yuuji’s s/o

ITADORI YUUJI

headcanons

cuddling

with a chubby s/o

with an asexual s/o

s/o that dislikes physical affection

babying/being babied by yuuji

putting make up on him

an s/o that has trouble sleeping

with a foreign friend

s/o with bad eating habits

taking care of his upset s/o

*masturbation headcanons

drabbles

*thigh fucking his s/o

*giggly sex with yuuji

comforting his sad s/o

*cumming while eating you out

childhood friends to lovers

*his ahegao face

one shots

• love on the brain

in which you spend the day with him.

• *euphoria

in which you have a beach date, followed by smut at home.

• caught

in which nobara catches you sneaking into yuuji’s dorm.

• *sensitive

in which he makes you orgasm from your nipples only.

• *the first time

in which he loses his virginity to you. (can be read as a sequel to ‘dry humping’).

• *taste divine

in which yuuji eats you out.

• the serenity of the quiet

in which yuuji learns to love the quiet moments with you.

• *strip studying

in which yuuji helps you study with a game.

500 Follower Event

realizing they’re in love

drunken confessions

*dry humping

1k Event ━ Character Studies

itadori yuuji

GOJŌ SATORU

headcanons

cuddling

best friends to lovers

with an asexual s/o

with a shy but badass s/o

short-tempered s/o

fluff headcanons

s/o that isn’t physically affectionate

babying/being babied by gojō

pda that flusters him

s/o with bad eating habits

*sub!gojō

making up to an s/o he’s neglected

drabbles

*fingering you beneath the table

*gang bang with sukuna, gojō, & toji

*pegging him

one shots

• home

in which the first years spend the holidays with you and your lover.

• gentle mornings

in which you wake up next to him.

• comfort

in which he comforts his overwhelmed s/o.

• insecurities

in which his s/o is insecure of their stretch marks.

• *in between you

in which you spend a night between gojō and kuroo.

• *stars in your eyes

in which gojō voices his appreciation towards you

500 Follower Event

cooking/baking together

aftercare, communicating with their eyes only

*blindfolds

*car sex

“i can’t lose you,” desperately trying to stop their s/o from bleeding out, convincing their hurt partner they’re okay when they’re not

1k Event ━ Character Studies

gojō satoru

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

headcanons

cuddling

short tempered s/o

*sub!megumi

putting make up on him

*megumi’s virginity loss crack series (tag)

with a foreign friend

s/o with bad eating habits

fluff headcanons

taking care of his upset s/o

*masturbation headcanons

drabbles

*watching porn with megumi

*petplay with megumi

*thigh highs

*messy sex and blowjobs

*his ahegao face

*feral megumi

one shots

• comfort

in which he comforts his overwhelmed s/o.

• distance

in which he crushes on his dense friend.

• divine dogs

in which you ask him to bring the divine dogs out to play with.

• *catboy

in which he dresses up as a catboy for you.

• *needy

in which he wakes you up in the middle of the night because he’s needy.

• *pretty when you cry

in which he can’t get enough of you.

500 Follower Event

cuddling

ice skating date

*voyeurism/exhibition

RYOMEN SUKUNA

headcanons

neck fixation

with an asexual s/o

short-tempered s/o

s/o that paints his markings on themselves

pda that flusters him

putting make up on him

s/o with big breasts

carnival visit

soft sukuna

more soft sukuna

wife that’s unfazed and unhinged

*sukuna’s 4 dicks discourse (tag)

drabbles

*gang bang with sukuna, gojō & toji

*corruption kink

*power bottom sukuna

valentine’s day

*sukuna and his two dicks

one shots

• consequences

in which you’re sukuna’s favorite girl in his harem.

• *fall apart

in which sukuna subs for you.

• *desire

in which you’re a demon that feeds off of sexual intercourse.

• the end

in which it’s your execution as sukuna’s vessel.

• insecurities

in which his s/o is insecure of their stretch marks.

• *take a seat

in which you cockwarm sukuna on his throne.

500 Follower Event

admiring their features, neck kisses

*breeding kink

*thigh riding, voice kink, spit kink

*oral sex

drunken confessions

*praise kink

bandaging one’s wounds

*size kink, corruption kink

INUMAKI TOGE

headcanons

s/o stressed from school

with a chubby s/o

s/o that dislikes physical affection

his love language

drabbles

*controlling you with his cursed technique

*making you squirt from his cursed technique

one shots

• learning to love

in which he learns to say it for you.

• *make a mess

in which he uses his cursed technique on you.

500 Follower Event

*cockwarming

wearing their clothes, waking up while the other is still asleep

1k Event ━ Character Studies

inumaki toge

KUGISAKI NOBARA

headcanons

ass, thighs, or tits?

*prettiest moans ranking

drabbles

*pillow princess nobara

NANAMI KENTŌ

headcanons

being his daughter

*angry sex

ass, thighs, or tits?

what hugging him is like

making up to an s/o he’s neglected

drabbles

*breeding kink

YOSHINO JUNPEI

headcanons

ass, thighs, or tits?

drabbles

losing your virginity to him, and him to you

ZENIN MAKI

headcanons

general fluff + nsfw

ass, thighs, or tits

drabbles

*dom!maki

*size kink

ZENIN MAI

headcanons

*prettiest moans ranking

MAHITO

headcanons

relationship with a civilian s/o

*catching him/catching you masturbating

ass, thighs, or tits?

*prettiest moans ranking

500 Follower Event

friends with benefits confession, realizing they’re in love, admiring their features

GETŌ SUGURU

headcanons

ass, thighs, or tits?

drabbles

*slapping you with his cock

dilf!geto

FUSHIGURO TOJI

headcanons

ass, thighs, or tits?

drabbles

gang bang with sukuna, gojō, and toji

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dazedkook · 4 years

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i. LUST FOR LIFE, KTH

taehyung might adore his sugar baby a little bit too much.

pairing: sugardaddy!taehyung x sugarbaby!reader

genre: fluff,,, light smut

wordcount: 4928 words

warnings: age gap, tae is 35 and oc is 20, rich taehyung, DILF TAEHYUNG, whipped taehyung 🥱, bratty babie oc, praise kink, holding hands, kissing, oral (m receiving), softdom!taehyung, sub!reader, yeontan and nayeon made an appearance, unrealistic depiction of sugar daddy world, i overused the word pretty and baby, haven't edited it enough and shitty grammar 😑

Taehyung still remember how you were like a year ago, it was livid in his memories. You were the sweetest girl ever, so timid and innocent as a baby lamb. He would never forget how your eyes widened then you started blabbering after he proposed the idea of you being his sugar baby.

"Do you want to be my sugar baby?" Taehyung casually asked as he scooped the strawberry cheesecake before feeding a spoonful of it to you. His heart clenched at the sight of you looking very confused but still try to finish the cake.

"S-sugar baby? I don't think I am the right person you're looking for?" You hesitantly gave him an answer as your mouth opened again so he can feed you more.

"I don't think so. You are lovely, beautiful and so damn adorable. I like it" Taehyung truthfully said and chuckled seeing how you flustered in your seat, he was enjoying the sight of your reddening cheeks.

"B-but, what if I'm not good?" You questioned and stared at the strawberry slices on the cake as you waited for his reply.

Honestly, you were scared that you would disappoint him. As you can remember from the sugar baby stories that you read on Cosmopolitan before, a sugar daddy is a rich older man who lavishes gifts on younger woman in return for her company or sexual favour.

You let out a low gasp, there was possibility that Taehyung might ask for sexual favour in return? There was no way he wanted to give you money without anything in return!

Taehyung on the other side was staring at you without any hint of shame. Anyone that had not known the context of the situation would assume he was a creep that forced you to talk with him. He realised that you had the cutest mannerism ever. Like, he wondered if it was possible for a human to be this endearing? You were still flustered by his words so you chose to ignore his stare, eyes fixated on the cake instead. Yeah, too adorable. He soon noticed how you seemed to be in a deep thought so he interrupted you,

"Sweetheart, I would never force you to do anything that you are not comfortable with. I do not expect sexual favour from you, I just want to spoil you and you will give me your company in return? You can accompany me to walk my pet or have meals together" He explained thoroughly since you seemed to get the wrong idea.

Though, it would be a complete bullshit if Taehyung never had lewd thoughts about you. How can he resist it when you looked so fuckable in your adorable pink tennis skirt? Your shirt that he thought was way too small for your frame? That frilly socks? He wanted to strip you naked, bend you over the table and rail you for hours. Maybe he would cuddle after that. He put the thought aside, you probably considered him as a friendly big brother. Someone that was 15 years older and somehow very generous to you.

"Can I have some time to think about it?" You requested while stirring the iced matcha, hoping he would consider it. It was a great offer, you could pay your student loan and buy pretty clothes. You just have to accompany him and get to play with puppy too! Nevertheless, you still have to ask for your roommate's opinion. Nayeon always give you the best advice.

"You can take your time, I'll be waiting for you" Taehyung agreed and stood up from his seat. He did not want to make you feel uncomfortable so he thought the best option would be sending you back to your dorm.

"I should send you back now. We don't want your roommate to get worried right?" He added as he intertwined your smaller hand with him.

"So tiny" He thought as he noticed the size differences between your hand and his.

It did not take Taehyung a long time before you became his sugar baby.

Within a span of a year, you made a full 180�� changes and turned into the biggest brat Taehyung ever seen. You were still the same lovely girl though, just a little bit naughtier and not so innocent anymore.

4 months into your relationship with Taehyung, he bought you an apartment that was close to your university. He heard you subtly complained about your noisy neighbor and decided to purchase a fucking apartment at the next day. After asking for his permission, you brought Nayeon along to live together since you were not used to living alone. He even hired a chauffeur because there was no way he would let you struggle every morning just to get the bus.

It was weekend and you decided to do a cleaning spree. Your room had been messy for the past weeks since you were too occupied with assignment. Your roommate, Nayeon entered your room with a bag of chips. She made some loud noises as she watched you organised your closet,

"You know what, I still think that it's kind of weird that he spends so much on you" She commented as you put the newly purchased dress on the laundry basket.

"It's not weird though? I'm his sugar baby" You responded while separating the white and coloured clothes.

"How long you've been his sugar baby? 4 months?" She continued questioning Taehyung's intention to you.

"He's a nice guy! You've met him before" You whine in frustration, clearly holding yourself from throwing the clothes to her face.

"Baby, don't get mad. You know, you can get really oblivious sometimes" She mumbled as she put the chips aside to help you with the laundry. Nayeon had the thought that maybe Taehyung considered you more than a sugar baby?

Taehyung was an attractive man, he took good care of himself. Fit body, good personality and once again, very attractive. Nayeon wondered why he didn't find a girlfriend but had a sugar baby instead? He was capable of finding someone around his age that was probably hotter, mature and definitely interested in him.

"I know that he is a nice guy, he is really hot too" She playfully said and you landed a slap to her ass, totally not liking the way she talked about your daddy.

"It's not funny, I didn't laugh okay?" You pinched her plump cheeks before carrying the basket to the laundry room.

"Come on, we can share" She joked and ran to her own room before you whoop her ass again.

As usual, her devilish ass would bribe you with food and you made up.

6 months into your relationship with Taehyung, he started inviting you to his house. He even gave you permission to visit him at his office. Taehyung got notified by his secretary that you wanted to visit him. Soon, he heard a knock and the door was wide open, revealing you in a khaki skirt and purple top.

"I bought coffee for you" You showed him the nicely packed Starbucks on your hand. Wait, you have to show him something!

"It arrived in the mail last week" You excitedly said as you twirled around, showing him how pretty the skirt was. You were wearing the clothes that he picked for you, he definitely had an incredible sense of fashion.

"You have nice taste" You added before putting the coffee on his desk. You spinned one more time, loving how the skirt flowed.

"So pretty, come here" He motioned you to sit on his lap. You made yourself comfortable on his lap and watched him doing his work, it was a comfortable silence.

"Daddy, can I play with your phone?" You asked while your hands were busy fixing his tie. The fabrics felt expensive on your hands.

"Sure, but don't move too much okay?" He warned since he could not afford to get hard in the middle of his work. You gave his cheek a kiss before taking his phone out of his elegant suit, you typed in your birth date before the phone unlocked. Your hand automatically tapped the online shopping application. You had spent thousands of dollar every month just for online shopping, it had became your new addiction. Taehyung took a peek on you before he bursted into a laugh,

"I think my baby has forgotten that she has used all of her monthly allowance" He booped your cute nose and gave you a forehead kiss.

"I'm just looking at the dresses!" You defended yourself, totally not feeling guilty about it. You added another camisole into cart.

"Daddy, can I have this one?" You showed him the Strawberry Midi Dress Black, the one that you have been eyeing for quite a while.

"Baby, you still have another packages waiting for you" He reminded you and continued doing his work. It wasn't his intention to offend you but you took it in the wrong way. Feeling dejected with his words, you closed the application and put the phone inside his suit’s pocket again.

Taehyung noticed how your shoulders were slumped and lips slightly pouted,

"My pretty baby is mad?" His big hands cupped your smaller face and gave a soft rub on your cheeks. Your heart cheered at the little affection he gave, yet continuing to make a sullen expression as you gave him a nod.

"Daddy, I want that dress. You love seeing me in dress, right?" You tried to persuade him to get the dress. So far, you had no problems at convincing him.

"Sweetheart, you would look absolutely gorgeous in that dress but didn't you purchased it last week?" He retorted as his hands lovingly patted the top of your head.

"But it was in a different colour! I got the pink version last week. This one is the black version" Your tiny fists hit his chest. Taehyung sighed and held you wrists using one hand as you struggle to get away from him,

"Baby, you're being so brat-" His words were cut in by your pitiful whine.

"Daddy, I'm not your favourite girl anymore?" There you go, with your stupidly adorable puppy eyes. He pulled a heavy sigh before showering your adorable face with kisses,

"You know that you are my favourite girl, little one" He mumbled as he nuzzed his face on your neck, he loved your scent so much. He missed how your lips turned into a shy smile.

"And you're my favourite daddy!" You playfully said as you pushed him away to cup his stunning face.

"Check out the cart, please?" You whispered and smiled in victory as Taehyung filled in his card details. He gave you a kiss before he continued his work.

"Daddy?" You called him and tapped his shoulder to get his attention. He hummed as a signal that he was paying attention to you.

"I am so sorry for hitting you and I swear I won't behave badly again" You embarrassedly said and rubbed the area that you hit, you know it didn't hurt him but it felt better to apologize. Taehyung rolled his eyes before pinching your round cheeks,

"Consider yourself lucky because you're very adorable, I can't get mad at you" He mumbled and patted your mellow cheeks.

"You're the best" You admitted while you held his hands tightly, loving how cold it was.

"Tell me something I don't know" He playfully said and let you to intertwine your hands with him.

"I'm your favourite person on earth?" You jokingly asked since his answer would always flatter you.

"Tell me something I don't know" He repeated his words. He thought that it was pretty obvious that you were his favourite person, it was ridiculous at how whipped he was for you. Not to mention that it hadn't been a year since you appeared in his life.

"I hate you" You mumbled as you softly tugged the Chanel necklace that hung perfectly on his neck. Sigh, you wanted more of his attention.

"No, you don't" He cockily said, you just snuggled closer to him. He knew you so well.

It was just another day of you staying at his place, Taehyung was making coffee while you were busy entertaining his pet, a small brown puppy named Yeontan.

"Yeontan, come here!" You excitedly called the short puppy and wiggled the chew toys in front of him.

He had to admit that your relationship with him was definitely different from his past's relationship. It wasn't purely based off sexual benefits, he genuinely enjoyed your presence.

He chuckled seeing how excited Yeontan was to play with you. He often come home tired so there was no time to play with him. He brought the coffee and sat down on the expensive white leather couch. He grabbed the chew toys and moved it around as an attempt to get Yeontan's attention but he got ignored instead.

"It's unfair! Why Yeontan likes you better? I am his owner" His lips turned pouty as he desperately wiggle the balls. Being the clingy creature Yeontan was, he decided to run in a circle around your legs.

"Yeontan-ah! Your daddy is going to sulk if you continue being like this" You tried to scold the puppy but he continued mopping you around. You were quick to catch him before you ran to Taehyung. You hopped on his lap and straddled his waist,

"Hug me" You requested with eyes wide open, anticipating his touch. A bright smile appeared on your face when he hugged you tightly.

"He is so attached with you" He murmured as he left kisses all over your neck. You were giggling as you tried to push him away.

"I told you to spend more time with him" You remarked while your hands patted the puppy's head.

"I will make an effort, okay?" He said while his hands slowly travelled down to your thighs. Fuck, he wanted you so bad.

Taehyung had no idea how he was capable of holding himself back. You were literally his dream girl, sitting prettily on his lap with cute yellow dress and hugging a cute puppy.

He rubbed your thighs and almost moaned at how soft it felt like. On the other side, you were completely unaware as you were too busy giving Yeontan kisses and praises.

You were wearing a tight summer dress that flaunted your honey thighs so well. Taehyung noticed that you have obsessions with skirt and dresses, he made sure to buy a lot of it for you. You were so oblivious and it was driving him insane. He felt his pants was getting tighter, he exhaled a shaky breath.

"Darling, I have to do my work now. Enjoy yourself hmm?" He said as he carefully pushed you off from his lap. You gave him a kiss on his cheek before he headed to his room. Taehyung locked the door and inhaled a deep breath, he looked down and noticed the growing tent.

"Fuck, why am I like this?" He whispered as he walked to the couch, he was acting like Victorian male that just saw a woman's ankle for the first time. He shook his head and reached over the small fridge before taking a cold Malt Whiskey, pouring a small amount for himself.

What was wrong with him? It shouldn't turn him on that much. He literally slept with plenty of women and seen them naked before. He inhaled a deep breath and tried to calm his breathing. Yes, he was going to think about cute animals and beautiful scenery.

A herd of sheep enjoying meal together in the middle of a big farm, he cackled at the thought.

A fluffle of bunnies playing around a small garden and sleeping together, very cute.

A pack of puppies sleeping after having their bellies rubbed, so wholesome.

Wait. Puppies? Yeontan? Fuck, he was thinking about you again. It was getting painfully hard down there before he made an abrupt decision.

"Fuck it, just for today" He mumbled as he unzipped his pants, palming himself at the thought of you. The images of you in a dangerously short skirt drove him mad. It didn't take him a long time before he made a mess all over the table.

He cleaned the stains and decided to do his work to distract himself from getting hornier. It was embarrassing and disgusting that he had to jerk off at the thought of you but he would rather do that than forcing you into it.

Meanwhile, it had been hours since he left you. You had finished two movies, sat in the hot tub for an hour and even cleaned his house because you were that bored. You took a look on the sleepy puppy,

"Yeontan-ah, should we go check on your daddy?" You asked the brown puppy. His tail wagged in excitement as if he was agreeing with your suggestion.

"Alright baby, we are going to check on your daddy now" You woke up from the couch and carried the tiny creature to Taehyung's office. You knocked the door twice before entering his workroom, you were greeted by a sight of him in distress.

"You haven't come out of your office for almost a day" You mumbled as you strolled closer to him.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't realise it has been hours" He replied and opened his arms wide asking for a huge from you.

"Yeontan is missing you" You handed him the puppy instead of giving him a hug. He shook his head,

"Tsk, come here. You miss me too right?" He teasingly said, you cheekily smiled before crawling to his lap.

"I miss you so much, it was boring without you" You expressed as you carefully put Yeontan on the floor, you wanted to have a moment with him.

He carefully held your jaw before he leaned in for a kiss, soft moans could be heard as he caressed your soft hair. Being the brat you were, you tugged on his shirt as you tried to assert dominance and pulled him closer to your body. Taehyung gave a firm slap on your ass before you whined in the kiss,

"It hurts!" You complained. As usual, it didn't hurt. You only wanted attention.

Taehyung bit his lips and pinched your cheeks,

"My baby is a sucker for attention" He stated a matter of fact but you shook your head in denial. He continued doing his work while you laid your head on his chest. A frown appeared on your face as soon as you realised something hard poking your entrance, you could feel his dick under the fabrics of your clothes.

Being the brat you were, you took this as a chance to play around. You slowly moved your hips and made sure to rub on his hardened shaft.

"F-fuck, baby. Don't do that" He whimpered and held your body to make you stop. He had no idea that you were doing it intentionally.

"Why? My daddy is enjoying it though?" You asked him in that voice. The voice you used when you asked for head pats and kisses. The one you used whenever you wanted something from him.

"N-no, you can't do this. I won't be able hold myself" His words came out shakily and you giggled at it. You were having too much fun.

"Can I suck you off, please?" You asked him nicely as you continued grinding on his clothed dick. You could feel how hard it was through the thin fabrics of your panties.

"Are you sure?" He cupped your face, making you look directly into his eyes. He didn't want you to do it just because you felt bad of him.

"Yes. You can teach me, right?" Fuck, you were making him go crazy. He knew you haven't done this before and that made him even fucking hard.

"Get on your knees" He whispered before you positioned yourself in between his legs, kneeling on the cold floor.

You soon noticed that Yeontan was staring at both of you, guilt washed all over your body. He must felt left out.

"Daddy, are you going to let Yeontan watch us?" You suddenly asked him, he laughed at your question and tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Let him be" He said as he patted your head, he really can't wait to ruin your pretty face.

"But, he is still a baby though" You deadpanned, totally not giving a single fuck about his dick that was about to explode.

"Fuck, okay. Let's put him outside for a while?" He suggested and smiled watching you carry him outside.

"I'm so sorry baby, we'll be back" You muttered and leave the small puppy outside his office room. You got into your previous position and rested your hands on his thighs.

"Let me undress you" Your hands were trembling as you unzipped his pants. Why were you getting nervous out of sudden?

"Come on baby" He encouraged you and patted your head while whispering sweet words to you. You were greeted with his black brief. You could see the outline of his cock and it was fucking big. You moved closer and tugged his brief down, letting his cock sprung free.

Fuck, his cock was so big and pretty. Taehyung pinched your cheeks and laughed when he felt your cheeks were warmer than usual,

"Don't be shy, go give it a touch" He commanded and moaned seeing you touch his dick. You were curious and played with his balls too. So cute, he thought.

His dick was fucking thick, you couldn't even wrap your hand around it. Taehyung chuckled seeing how you struggle with it.

"Lick it" He suggested and winced in pleasure when you gave his tip a kittenish lick. You laughed and licked it again, he must've liked it.

"Am I doing it right?" You asked for reassurance as your hands pumped his cock. God, you had no idea how much Taehyung was holding himself back from shoving his length down and deep into your throat.

"So fucking good. Take it into your mouth, slowly" He instructed and moaned loudly as his cock finally entered your warm mouth. He could fucking die at the moment.

"You're doing so well, angel. Keep going" He hissed seeing how you started to move faster and took him like a champion. It was getting hard for you to breath but you wanted to satisfy him. You reached out for his hands and held it tightly as you continued sucking the life out of him.

"Oh my God, so fucking good" Taehyung whimpered as you started to gag around his cock. He moaned louder at the sight of you gagging around his cock,

"So beautiful, my pretty girl takes dick so well" He reached over your head and gave soft pat as you sucked the hell out of him. He felt himself getting closer so he pushed you away,

"O-open your mouth" He gasped for a breath and his lips twitched into a smile at the sight of you kneeling right in front his dick, so fucking obedient. Taehyung never imagined that someone could look so angelic while giving head but you were a living proof of it. Your hands were on your lap as you waited patiently for his cum. You noticed he seemed to be closer as he pumped his dick faster,

"Daddy, hurry up~" Your whiny voice sent him to edge. It didn't take him long before his thick liquid splattered all over your pretty face. He continued pumping his cock and heaved a sigh as he finally emptied his balls. His sensitive dick twitched at the sight of your cum stained face, so damn beautiful. He wanted to take a picture of it and frame it.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry. Let me clean your face hmm?" He reached out for the wet tissues, holding your jaw tightly as he wiped the cum off your face.

"Am I good?" You asked as you zipped his pants, he laughed while wiping the stain under your chin.

"You are way too good, I never come that fast in my life" He admitted and pulled you to stand up. He noticed the your knees had turned red from kneeling on the cold floor.

"Ah, we should've done it in my room" He mumbled and let you to jump on his body, he carried you to his room.

"Okay, let's do it again" You suggested and laughed out loud when he smacked your ass, you were becoming naughty by days.

Taehyung loved every moment he spent with you. Whether it be watching you play with Yeontan, seeing you cook breakfast or becoming the guest for your little fashion show that you always hold whenever your package arrived.

You had made it clear to Taehyung that you didn't want any sexual favour from him, he didn't have to take care of your needs. Ever since the day you gave Taehyung his best orgasm, you became even closer with him.

"Daddy, can we take a shower together?" You hesitantly asked him. Lord, Taehyung could never say no to you.

"Of course, we can" He agreed before he followed you into the bathroom. He had absolute no shame around you so he removed his clothes first.

"Daddy, I don't want to get naked yet. Can I?" You asked him another question while he already stripped himself off.

"Darling, why would you ask for my permission hmm? I am fine with it, you know I would never force you" He reassured as his hands rubbed your cheeks, you smiled at his words then gave him a kiss. He positioned himself comfortably at the corner of the tub before you joined him and sat in between his legs.

"Let me wash you today" You offered him since he must've been tired after spending a long day at the office.

"Thank you baby" He mumbled as he watched you spread the warm water all over his body. You poured the lavender scented shower gel all over your hands and rubbed it on his body.

Strangely, he didn't find the situation turning him on at all. He felt something ignited way deep down his stomach as he realised something, he adored you way too much. He wanted to protect you, give you everything you wanted and make you the happiest girl alive.

"I'm so happy that I could meet you" He confessed as he watched you made a foam on your hands.

"So sudden?" You let out a laugh before continuing rubbing the soap on his body, making sure he was clean.

"I don't know baby, you make me so fucking happy. I never been this happy in my whole life" The pet name naturally slipped out of his lips as he pushed your hair back, he wanted to see your face clearly.

"You know that you make me happy too" You honestly said and give his nose a peck. You lathered his head with the coconut scented shampoo,

"Close your eyes, we don't want your eyes to sting" He chuckled before closing his eyes and let you do everything.

He never thought that the idea of someone washing him off would stir feelings that he never knew he was capable to feel. He enjoyed your gentle massage and took a peek at you, he smiled seeing how delicate you treated him. For sure, he felt like he was in love.

Lord, what had you done to him?

After taking a warm bath together, you dressed up in your comfiest pajama. It was made out of silk, he bought it for you during his business trip to Japan. It became a must for Taehyung to always bring you gifts whenever he visited a new place. You watched him dress up while waiting for him to get on the bed,

"It is rude to stare, young lady" He said as he wiped his wet hair using the towel.

"You have a nice body" You praised him and kept on staring at him until he finished dressing up. He joined you under the comforter and threw his leg over your body. You played with the metal rings on his pretty hands before kissing the tip of his slender fingers,

"I really love being with you" You muttered in a sleepy voice as your wrapped your hands around his body. Your head was rested on his chest for warmth, listening to his slow paced breath.

"Me or Yeontan?" Taehyung playfully asked and cracked into laughter when you started to whine.

"You cannot ask me that!" You complained before taking the big pillow and hit his toned chest.

"No, I want an answer" He demanded while his hands pulled you closer to him again, he rested his chin on top of your head while rubbing your back in a circle.

"Both" You snuggled closer to him and trailed wet kisses on his neck, he smelt so fucking good.

"Don't be greedy, choose one" His left eyebrow raised as he looked at you for an answer.

"Yeontan" Your eyes crinkled into crescent shape when he squished your face.

"I love you" He whispered lovingly as he traced the beauty mark on your face, you were so beautiful.

"You better keep on loving me" Your lips turned into a pout, you knew he didn't mean it. He only said it because you would be so giddy after that.

"I promise" He assured and patted your head so you can sleep. A smile crept in to his face as your soft snores filled the dark room.

Little did you know, Taehyung doesn't think he can stop loving you.

author’s note: hi,,, it's finally finished. i hope y'all like it 🥺 thank you for reading it and thank you again for showing support to my first fic ever !! i am not sure if i will turn this into a series but i might write drabbles for them in the future 👍

☆ any feedback is appreciated ☆

i apologize if it is not great as you expected, i promise my writing and grammar will improve by time ^^ i also apologize for the unnecessary amount of italic in this fic...

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Chicken Nuggets [Marcus Moreno x F!Reader] *SMUT*

Summary: Marcus is back on the dating scene for the first time since his wife passed. Tonight is the night, and he’s a little insecure, but he hopes he can show you how much you mean to him.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, car sex!!!, male receiving oral/road head (do not try at home!!), food mention, alcohol mention, feelings, tooth rotting fluff, Marcus is so adorable I’m gonna cry.

Word count: 2000>

REBLOGS APPRECIATED! ✨

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Marcus Moreno was a gentleman. He was caring, and affectionate -- and unlike any other guy you had ever been with, he was an excellent listener. He’d always ask about your day and he loved to find out quirky little facts about you. It always made you smile when he brought up a menial piece of information that you told him in passing conversation weeks ago. He made you feel cared for, and important.

Marcus was completely and utterly smitten with you. He hadn’t been with anyone since his ex-wife, who had passed away two years ago. Getting over the heartbreak alongside his daughter wasn’t something he’d wish on his worst enemy. But he was getting there. And with you by his side, your company seemed to make things just that little bit easier. He wouldn’t trade you for the world.

So it was your fifth date, and Marcus felt as though he was finally ready to get intimate with you. Both you and him had discussed sex, and he knew it was something you wanted, but you would always reassure him that there was absolutely no pressure and you were fine waiting until he was ready. Marcus Moreno was too good of a man to just let go for that reason.

It was Saturday night and you had decided to meet him at the small Italian restaurant located on the coastline. It was the most perfect, romantic destination for a date. Marcus was always punctual, arriving at least fifteen minutes early no matter the reason. But to your surprise, not this time. He was so nervous, knowing that tonight would be the night. He’d cut himself shaving, he’d drowned himself in cologne and he tried to put in contacts but they’d somehow slipped out of his eye and landed in the sink, all mushed up and ruined. So he was back to doting his thick rimmed glasses that you adored. He was only five minutes late, and you didn’t mind too much, already cracking into the bottle of red wine. His smile when his gaze locked onto you was enough to fill your body with fuzzy butterflies. He presented you with a bouquet of roses and tried to hide the blush that crossed his cheeks.

“Hi,” he said nervously. He looked down when you pressed a gentle kiss over his lips. “Wow, everything smells so good,” he acknowledged as he sat down opposite you. “What do you think you’ll order?”

“Maybe the pasta,” you returned, checking the menu. “What about you?”

“Well, I promised Missy I’d bring her a slice of pizza home, so…” Marcus admitted and you giggled. Hating your laugh, you brought your hands to your face and covered your mouth. Marcus noticed immediately and took your hands, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he cooed, looking up at you through his dark eyelashes. “You’re beautiful.”

You bit your lip and felt your cheeks flush under his sweet words. You didn’t know what it was -- perhaps the adrenaline of knowing what was to come after dinner, but his touch alone was enough to drive a bolt of anticipation through your core. You swallowed, losing your appetite for pasta and beginning to crave something else. He didn’t let go of your hands once, his fingers carefully tracing comforting circles into your skin as he gazed into your eyes and admired your beauty.

“Marcus…” you whispered, pushing your thighs together as you felt arousal begin to pool between your legs.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on too, if the tent in his pants was anything to judge by. “Yes?” he answered almost immediately, hating the way the word left his lips. He prayed the desperation that dripped from his tongue wasn’t evident to you.

“I… we… could get dinner later, if you wanted.” you suggested.

Marcus knew exactly what you meant, but he hadn’t realised it would be happening so soon. Nervous but excited, he bit his lower lip and nodded his head, a twinkle of lust sparkling in his honey brown eyes. He paid the bill, just for the bottle of wine, and took your hand before leading you out the restaurant.

During the drive back to his place, you were feeling pretty restless. As his dark eyes focused on the road ahead, you let your hand wander across his denim clad thigh and towards his crotch. Your fingers delicately danced along his bulge and you felt more than satisfied when you heard a dark string of curses leave his lips. You’d never heard Marcus be so vulgar in his life.

“Shit hermosa, you trying to make me crash?” he chuckled, his eyebrows furrowing together with concentration. He was throbbing, but he figured he’d be able to handle it, as long as you didn’t go inside his jeans. The blood rushed to the tip of his cock as you palmed him softly. You hummed at his question but opted not to give him an answer, or at least, not with words. Popping open the top button of his pants and then finding his zipper, you pulled it all the way down. “You can’t wait, huh?” he countered further, already trying to resist the urge to thrust upwards into your hand.

Finding that he wasn’t wearing any underwear, you swallowed, and looked up at him with doe-like eyes. “Marcus…” you purred, wasting no time and pulling out his thick length. He was hot and heavy, and under the artificial amber lights that illuminated the front of the car, you gave his cock a few pumps. “I had no idea you were so big.” you praised with a nervous giggle.

Marcus didn’t say a word. He hadn’t been touched like this in a long time. Yeah, he’d used his own hand on plenty of occasions but it had never felt like this. He forgot how good it could feel.

The adrenaline was coursing through his veins as your thumb wiped up the precum that had beaded at the tip of his cock.

“Your hand is cold, sweetheart.” Marcus murmured as you shimmied your fingers down his length to cradle his balls. As you squeezed them and played with them, you could feel him getting harder and harder.

“Do you prefer warmth?” you cooed quizzically. Marcus shuddered but remained silent, his eyes still fixated on the road. His patience surprised you, but he was a Heroic, after all.

Clicking open your seatbelt, you shuffled down to your knees and crawled over the control panel in the car. Leaning over and finding a comfortable position, you placed your tongue flat against the slit and began to suck at his head. Marcus gripped down on the steering wheel as his eyes snapped shut, a heavy pant leaving his lips. His eyes must’ve been closed a little too long because the car swerved and you squealed his name. Thankfully it was late and the road was more or less empty.

“Tha- that could’ve been bad, baby,” Marcus gasped, his cock twitching in your mouth.

“Mhm.” you agreed as you bopped your head up and down his shaft.

He moved one hand from the wheel to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you continued to go down on him. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth as you pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“So- so fucking good. Oh f-fuck, I forgot how good this coul-could feel… princess,” He admitted and you smirked around his length. “Mm, I’m close.”

After only a few more pumps of his cock, Marcus came in your mouth, his salty seed spurting across your tongue. His load was large and you couldn’t swallow it all, but as you pulled off him, and the milky coloured substance dripped down your chin, he couldn’t have looked more proud. He pulled over at some place and let you regain your balance as you crawled back up to the passenger seat and strapped yourself back in.

“Th- thank you.” Marcus blushed, leaning over and wiping his cum from your lips, doing his best to clean you up.

“You don’t have to thank me Marcus,” you returned his smile and gave his thigh a little squeeze. Marcus tucked himself back in and zipped his pants up. You looked out the window at the bright yellow and red lights. “Marcus, where are we?”

Marcus grinned sheepishly. “I thought you might’ve worked up an appetite after that. We uh- we’re at McDonalds.”

Of course. Of course DILF dad Heroic Marcus Moreno would take you to McDonald’s drive thru after receiving road head. It just made sense. You burst into a fit of giggles and rest your head on his shoulder. He wrapped a strong arm around you and pressed a kiss into your forehead.

“You’re unbelievable,” you laughed, shaking your head incredulously. “You’re so- God… Marcus… I think I lo-”

You cut yourself off immediately, your heart sinking in your chest as you realised what you were about to say. Praying that Marcus hadn’t clicked on, you tore yourself from him and rolled down the car window, peering out to gaze at the illuminated menu on the wall.

“What do you normally get?” you asked, unable to bring yourself to look at him.

Shit, it had only been five dates and you weren’t even sure if he was completely over his wife yet. But all of a sudden, everything made sense. You really were in love with him. Was it too soon? Of course, you’d known him forever, but there was no telling how he’d react to your confession.

“Uh-- I like cheeseburgers…” Marcus replied. “And fries. And a cola. What about you?”

You closed your eyes and sunk back into the chair. It was okay. It was going to be okay. When you turned back to face him, Marcus’ eyes were already boring into you, admiring your beauty.

“I like chicken nuggets.”

Marcus grinned. “So does Missy.”

He continued down the drive thru and ordered a chicken McNugget sharebox. Parking in the isolated lot, he passed you your soft drink and pierced the straw into his own cola before setting out the box of chicken nuggets.

You and Marcus sat in comfortable silence as you dipped your nuggets in the assortment of sauces. “I really like you,” Marcus confessed. “And Missy likes you too. Which is important to me. We’ve been friends forever and I just think we’re good… together. Shit. That wasn’t meant to rhyme. I--”

You laughed when you saw how adorably flustered Marcus got. “I like you too.” You admitted and Marcus nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

“Are you still up for coming back to my place tonight? Missy is with her abuela.”

“Yes.” you replied and his grin only deepened.

“Okay, good.”

You finished the box of chicken nuggets and slouched back into the chair, rubbing your tummy. “That was so good,” you beamed. “I’m stuffed though. I need to lie down.”

Marcus felt his cheeks heat up as he turned his key and switched on the engine. “When we get home.” he promised, his cock already hardening again as he imagined you spread out on his bed with your legs open. All the things he could do to you…

Sure, you didn’t expect your fifth date to end up with road head and chicken nuggets, but it was perfect, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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percabethfeelsfandom · 3 years

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How I’d rate the Gods/Goddesses(riordanverse)

This is my rating based off the way Rick Riordan portrayed them in the Riordanverse. The traditional myths have been taken into account but do not make up my entire opinion.

Hestia:

10/10 would give my life for this goddess. In all aspects of the word, this goddess is a goddess. I want a novella of her watching over the hearth and watching out for her family and the heroes. I imagine her being a very comforting presence and warm like a hug, and maybe this is me projecting my mummy issues but I just want her to hug me.

Dionysus:

A solid 7.35/10 for Mr D. Naturally he was a bit annoying, but we were never under the pretence that he he was meant to be anything more than what he provided and I respect that. Him caring about his kids at camp, and staying relatively loyal to his wife is always a plus. And I like his relatively humble beginnings being a hero and becoming a god and then not causing that much trouble in the series. Unlike some other pieces of shit.

Hermes:

4/10. Mans had no right blaming Luke’s thirst for mass genocide on 16 year old Annabeth. Not cool man. Not cool. He gets the points he got because he did genuinely care about Maia, and Luke, but he lost the rest of them by having a blatant favourite (who literally caused so much destruction). However I do still like his line about family in sea of monsters and never giving up on them. Nice meaning. But he was still a shitty father and only intervened out of self interest most of the time.

Aphrodite:

2/10. I hate how low I have to rank her. But my god did Rick do her dirty in his depiction. Just the misogyny, the lack of depth, and the untouched potential she has as a character, as a goddess, THE OLDEST GOD/GODDESS and Rick really made her throw rose petals around the battle fields on one of (what was meant to be) the biggest fights of the riordanverse. Absolute robbery. If I’m not mistaken as well, she was a huge contributor to the issues and obstacles percabeth went through and we do not Stan. HOWEVER, I love her as a goddess normally, and what she could represent if she’s written properly.

Hephaestus:

8/10. I have no qualms with this man. I too prefer the company of inanimate objects to people and get stressed about social interaction. And I too have mummy issues. So me and Hephaestus are on the same page. Let this man tinker away in his little bunker. He never went out of his way to make things harder for demigods, and was helpful when they came to him for help which I can also respect. (Point deduction because it was on his land that Bianca died…if I’m not mistaken).

Ares:

-12/10. This man was introduced as a bully, and gives off the vibes of every phobic, known to humanity. I do not vibe. I do not agree. I do not stan. ALSO his motorbike seat is apparently made from "Caucasian human skin”!!!!!!???? We as children never questioned this? We just went sure aight move on?! Please this man has the biggest small dick energy if I ever saw it and I despite him so much. Mans was also never helpful. Ever. I don’t think. I think Mars was better than him though so I’ll give him that.

Artemis:

9.99/10 all hail queen of the lesbians. Mad respect to this woman. In what she stands for, who she protects and in her actions. She’s what I embody when I stand up for myself in fights and when I speak to have my voice heard. I like Rick’s depiction of her and I love seeing her and her hunters pop up in his books. Would love a couple books on the hunters and their adventures. Also I love archery. And I’m biased to the moon because I love the night so she gets extra points for all of that too.

Apollo:

Prior to Trials of Apollo 7/10, after TOA 9.90/10. Yes it’s a big jump but my god did Lester grow on me. Prior to TOA he was pretty average. He was funny, always provided a good laugh to the plot and was always helping the demigods which I loved. But I know he’s an asshole full of himself so I can’t give him any higher than that until he had some character development, which we got in TOA (specifically after Burning Maze). And I really like who he is now and the type of character Rick shaped him out to be. In the myths he’s a big creep, and I still stand by that idea, hence why he doesn’t get a full 10.

Athena:

3.5/10…ughhh I hate to say this. But part of it is the same reasoning I gave about Aphrodite. I just have so many issues with the way she’s portrayed and it’s not accurate to what I believe in my heart she should represent. And as a child of Athena, I feel like Rick then did her entire legacy dirty. She has her moments, but since I can’t even fully recall one right now, it just proves my point. As a goddess as a whole though, what she represents is everything I aspire to be in life. She’s my entire aesthetic of hard work, creativity, and strength and grit, without taking away of being a powerful female. Zeus’ lead strategist like shit, Rick could have done so much. But he did not. And I am thus sad about it.

Demeter:

6/10. I have no issues with Demeter. Kinda boring. I think that’s what most of the fandom thinks as well. She just didn’t get enough screen time or development. I have no attachment to her. I think the powers that she has, and has passed on to her kids is cool though so there’s that. But in the series as well she doesn’t do much. She also (initially) doesn’t fight in the battle of Manhattan so maybe I’m slightly bitter there. But yeah, i’m indifferent.

Hades:

8.99/10 Okay so hear me out I know this man gets so much bad rep in the myths and that’s part of why he doesn’t get a full 9. But I really really love the way he’s depicted in the riordanverse, especially with his entire arc with his kids/specially with Nico. Like literally one of my favourite quotes In the entire series is “my children are so rarely happy, I would like to see you be the exception.” Out of the gods listed here (and excluding Dionysus), he acts like a genuine parent to his kids and tries. And like there’s issues, sure, but he works on them. And since so much of the first series is about how the gods are neglectful, seeing him change and seeing him fight for Nico is my everything.

Poseidon:

7.1/10. Honestly this feels too high considering mans was nearly If not just as bad as Zeus in keeping it in his dam pants. His points come from treating Sally like the queen she is, and trying with Percy (albeit too little too late but I can see the minimal effort). That being said, he’s really shitty in the myths so I can’t really give him anything higher than this. He’s barely a dad, and sees Percy more as an ally than an actual son or human being that needs attention. I like him more in Fanon and the way that I write him lmao because I humanise him. But I won’t lie he’s dilf material, and I still like rick’s depiction of him.

Hera:

3/10 I’m surprising myself with this rating because tbh I might even push her to 4.5 just because she’s so consistent in her own goals and agenda, and that perseverance is very admirable even if it was at the cost of some of my favourite characters. She was very much two faced though and fucked around stuff that she should have stayed out of. Her hatred for literal children though is a bit problematic. I have no attachment to her but I admire how much she just wants a family. However she just really needs to assess how she approaches that since it’s a bit messed up.

Zeus:

-5/10 I really don’t Zeus, his character, him in the myths, everything about him. He gives off the vibes of a man who abuses the power that he was given. And I don’t like that. It makes me uncomfortable and I don’t like him at all. His treatment of his children, of the demigods, and the way he governs Olympus. Not a fan. I could rule Olympus better and I’m a mentally unstable, serotonin deficient 20 year old with a hyper fixation on greek mythology and Minecraft. However despite not liking his character, I think Rick does a great job at depicting him accurately to how he was in the myths.

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moonknightly · 4 years

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bittersweet & delicate : modern! poe x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: kes dameron is a dilf

Warnings: i think i said a bad word

Poe’s never been good with silence. He’s always been a loud person with a roaring personality to match, full of charm and charisma that he’d learned from his father. He’s always talking, always spewing stories and telling jokes to the people around him, and in the rare moment’s when he's verbally silent, you know that his mind is racing with ideas and memories replaying through his head.

But now, he’s just quiet. So quiet you’re beginning to worry about him. He’s sitting completely still at the island with his chin resting in the palm of his hand, and you’re leaning against the counter opposite of him, watching him closely, your eyes never straying from his face, just like his never moved from the small yellow envelope in front of him.

He’s been staring at that envelope all afternoon.

You know what’s in it. You know why he’s quiet, why he can’t do anything but stare.

You know he’s waiting to open it until Kes gets there, but part of you wonders if he’d even be able to do it without him. He’s not ready.

He’s scared.

Fear — another bullet point on the list of things he’s never been good with. It makes him shut down, makes him forget to take care of himself until it passes or until he buries it down far enough to ignore.

But he has you, and if you can do anything, you can take care of him.

You know he hasn’t eaten, there aren’t any dishes in the dishwasher and you’d just unloaded it that morning. You honestly can’t remember if you’ve even seen him drink anything.

So that’s what you grab first. You slide the glass of water across the counter towards him, and he glances at it briefly before looking up at you with appreciation evident in his eyes. He takes it and raises it to his lips, finishing the whole thing in just a few seconds. You immediately pour him another glass, then silently move around the kitchen, trying to figure out what you can cook from what you have on hand.

You decide on some soup and a grilled cheese — simple, easy, comforting and fit for the occasion as well as the cold and snow outside. He finishes the soup first, and though he only eats half of the sandwich, that’s good enough for you.

“Thank you,” he mumbles once he’s finished, and he stands to clear his dishes but you grab them before he can, kissing his cheek in the process.

His cheeks turn a little pink like they always do, and you’re happy to see that even in his current state, your kiss can still make him blush.

“No problem, sweet boy.”

Poe smiles. He fidgets in his seat, and you can tell by the expression on his face that he feels awkward and unsure. Two more things he’s unfamiliar with. You leave his dishes in the sink to worry about later, then move to sit next to him.

You take his hand in yours and immediately notice that his fingers are slippery, covered in sweat but you don’t even flinch. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose this time, and the way that he scrunches his face makes your chest bloom.

“You doing okay?” you ask, though it seems a little redundant.

He shrugs his shoulders gently, takes a deep breath and sits up a little straighter. That tells you more than enough — he’s trying to make sure you don’t worry about him, he wants to appear like he’s held together by more than a few frayed threads.

“Just a little stressed out baby.”

“Liar.”

Poe sighs and shrugs again. He’s quiet for a moment, and when he does decide to speak, his voice waivers.

“I just...what if this isn’t it?”

Your arms are immediately around him, your hand on his head so you can cradle him against your chest. He lets you hold him, but doesn’t give you a chance to speak.

“The crash was over twenty years ago, there’s no way-”

He’s interrupted by a knock on your front door, and neither of you get up to answer it. You know it’s just Kes, and Kes knows he can just walk inside. He’s early, and Poe’s face falls. He’s not ready.

But again, you don’t think he ever will be. Even with Kes there to help him through it, even with you.

You listen as Kes kicks his shoes off in the hallway and hangs his jacket up on a hook. He sighs, and it’s quiet for a few seconds before you hear his footsteps walking towards you. He’s nervous too, you could feel it the second he walked through the door.

It’s warranted.

He takes a seat next to his son, his eyes fixating on the envelope sitting in front of him, just like Poe’s.

It still catches you off guard sometimes, how insanely alike the two Dameron’s look, how they share so many of the same mannerisms. Their smile is the same, their laugh is the same. They both rub the back of their neck when they’re embarrassed, and their cheeks turn the subtlest shade of pink.

They both have beautiful, breathtaking brown eyes, but you’ve seen pictures and know that Poe’s are one hundred percent Shara’s.

You know that Kes thinks the same every single time he looks at his son, because he gets this look in his eyes that’s so tender and warm or, depending on the day, far off and distant and sad.

Right now, it’s the sadness that prevails.

Kes sighs and shakes his head just a little bit. He runs a hand through his hair and pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before lightly touching Poe’s shoulder, offering him support and reassurance, but you know Kes needs the contact for himself too. His hand is shaking.

“You okay kiddo?” he asks quietly, clearing his throat a little bit to hide the way it cracks.

You notice, but Poe doesn’t seem to. He only gives his father the same shrug he gave you, but he doesn’t look at him. He just keeps his eyes on the envelope.

Kes sighs again, and you bite your bottom lip, unsure if you should leave the two of them alone so they can have this moment together or if you should excuse yourself into another room. Kes glances towards you, almost like he can sense what you’re thinking — you’d always been close with him. He shakes his head, silently asking you to stay. You nod once.

Another round of silence takes over the room, with Poe still staring at the envelope and both you and Kes staring at him. Again, it’s Kes who breaks the silence.

“Do you want me to do it?”

Poe stays completely still, completely quiet. For a moment, you’re not sure he even heard his father’s question, but he finally shakes his head and reaches forward. His hands are shaking too.

He takes the envelope and turns it over his hands a couple of times, his teeth catching on his bottom lip while he prepares himself to open it. Kes keeps his hand on Poe’s arm, and you gently start to play with the hair at the nape of his neck — something you know Shara used to do to calm him down.

“Poe we don’t have to do this right now,” you remind him, your voice as gentle as you could possibly make it.

“No,” he answers immediately after, shaking his head hastily. “No, I don’t wanna wait any longer.”

He tears the envelope open before you and Kes can even blink. He hesitates again, for just a moment before reaching inside and grabbing a small card, a short message scribbled across it in messy handwriting. He passes it to his father, who also has no interest in reading it just then. They just want to see what else is inside.

Poe reaches back in and pulls out a clear plastic bag, but his fingers are hiding whatever sits inside. He stops again, takes a few deep breaths, then slowly opens his fist.

That breath was pointless, because all of the air comes rushing from his lungs in a single second. Kes immediately turns and buries his face into his son’s neck, and you watch as his shoulders begin to shake.

Sitting in Poe’s palm is a simple yet beautiful silver ring, one that you’ve only seen in pictures but instantly recognize. It’s unmistakingly Shara’s — no one had to look at the engraving to know for sure. It’s hers, without a single doubt it’s hers.

“Oh my God,” Kes breathes, picking his head back up to look at it again, almost like he’s making sure it’s still there. “Fuck.”

Poe’s still so quiet, just staring at the ring in his hand, completely entranced by it. You wipe at the tears running down your cheeks, then hug him again, kissing the top of his head over and over.

He brings it closer to his face, wanting to get a better look at the ring he hasn’t seen in over twenty years, the ring he used to play with when he was a small boy and couldn’t sleep at night. He’s told you the story before, so many times.

Shara would slip it onto a chain for him whenever he’d wake up from a nightmare. Whenever he was scared of the monsters hiding under his bed or whenever there was a storm raging on outside, she’d clasp it around his neck to wear for the night. She’d promise him that it would keep him safe, protect him from all of the bad and bring him peace, make him feel at ease enough to rest. It always worked.

He still has the chain, he’s worn it every single day since he was eight years old, but the ring had gone down with Shara, buried in the sand along with the remnants of her broken and charred plane. Kes had gone to look for it so many times after the crash, but he’d never been able to find it. The only thing he’d managed to bring back were burnt pieces of metal — a piece for him and Poe each that they both held onto with pride.

And so a month before, when Poe got an email from a man claiming to have found his mother’s ring while he was surveying the area with his metal detector, from a man who said he’d spent the last six months trying to track Poe or Kes down, he hadn’t believed it. It just didn’t seem possible.

But there it was, sitting in the palm of his hands. The man had even gotten it professionally cleaned.

All three of you sit there and just continue to stare at it, your emotions staying somewhere between disbelief and awe. You don’t know how much time passes before Poe finally shifts, holding the ring out to his father.

Kes takes it. He touches it so carefully, so gently, almost like it’ll break between his fingers. There’s still tears rolling down his cheeks, and you can’t tell if they’re happy or if they’re sad. You figure it’s somewhere in between.

“What are you going to do with it?” Poe asks quietly, his gaze flickering between the ring and the other man’s face.

Kes furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head. Ever since he found out that someone might have found the ring, there’s only been one thing on his mind, one option.

“What am I going to do with it? What are you going to do with it?”

Poe mirrors his father’s expression, and again you’re reminded of how eerily similar they are. “What do you mean? Dad, that’s yours.”

“It was your mother’s.”

“Yeah, and-”

“No.” Kes shakes his head again and reaches for Poe’s wrist. He flips his arm so he can set the ring back into his hand, then closes his son’s fingers around the piece of jewelry. “She’d want you to hold onto it.”

His eyes flicker to you, for just a moment before he looks back at Poe.

“Find someone to give it to one day or something.”

Poe’s quiet again, for almost a minute before he finally speaks again, his voice quiet, almost timid. “Are you sure?”

Kes nods, a small smile playing at his lips. He squeezes Poe’s wrist before letting go.

“Positive kiddo.”

Poe nods too, but he still really only stares, not sure if he wants to cry or smile.

“I can put it on your chain, if you want,” you offer, already moving to unclasp it from around his neck.

That elicits a smile from him, but you’re too distracted to notice.

So distracted trying to get the chain undone, you also miss the look he shares with his father in that moment.

There’s only one thing on his mind, one option.

That ring, his mother’s ring belongs with you.

Now he just has to find the right moment to give it to you.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader

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The Jonicles - Entry 26

It is currently the 16th of September, 2022 at 7:20 pm on a lovely Friday, I accidentally missed Nermal's birthday, and it's day #120 of my Jon Arbuckle hyperfixation! Also, school has once again ended for the term, which means I am finally free from the shackles that is procrastinating on like 6 assessments all due a few days to a week after one another. I apologise for the long absense as those assessments really did nothing but drain my motivation to write entries for this series and I also got super fixated on one Ethan Winters from the Resident Evil series. What can I say? He's a hot dilf and I hope you can understand.

So, what does this entry detail? Well, simply take a gander at the image above, take a real good look, absorb all the details, really take a moment to soak it all in.

This image above, obviously, is a Garfield strip. Specifically, it is a 2018 strip that was published on the 5th of April. Off the bat, however, you can immediately tell something is off about this strip. Where's Garfield? Surely Garfield would be there to provide some yuks, some yaks, and guffaws and some contained tomfoolery and chaos, right? Putting two and two together, you can probably make the connection that this strip is one from Garfield Minus Garfield, placing the focus only on the dilf Jon.

Now, what is this spectacular little dude doing in this strip? He, like many Americans, is enjoying an old fashioned burger, a food that, in previous strips, has been shown to be one Jon enjoys, as he has been sighted preparing and consuming this food item many times over the years. From this, it can be concluded that burgers are most likely a favourite or at least a heavily desired food of Jon's, only being second to his usual meal of meat, peas and mashed potato. Jon looks at the burger with his signature half-lidded, almost smug looking expression of content, gently setting it down on the table for consumption and enjoyment. Through his body language, it can be noted that Jon is relaxed, content and looking forward to this meal. The burger itself is quite packed with ingredients and looms quite delectable, adding to Jon's desire to consume.

In this second panel, we see Jon now comfortable sitting, holding the burger with those two big dilf hands, using a pattened burger handling technique showing that Jon is definitely a pro. He's ready n' steady to take a massive chomp out of that bad boy with those large square pearly whites of his, which signifies that Jon has great dental hygene, always a plus. What I personally find interesting is how Jon's gaze never seems to leave the burger, it's always locked on with a clear intent to absorb its nutrience. This could be noted as further evidence to Arbuckle's love of this food, a love that, while I personally do not share it, I can appreciate as I appreciate all the things Jon loves and all the interests he has a passion for.

In the last panel, Jon takes a... What is this? Alas, we've been bamboozled! That burger, the same one Jon was preparing to take a bite out of just a moment ago has now seemed to have disappeared!? What kind of tomfoolery is this?? Surely it must be witchcraft, that burger couldn't have possibly disappeared from Jon's hands just like that! Jon shares this same confusion you and I have, his content, relaxed expression immediately shifting to one of surprise. His eyes are wide and unblinking, and his toothy grin has now become a small line. He looks as though he's still processing the situation, his brain possbly working overtime just to figure out what the absolute fuck just happened. Something to note is how we don't see Jon's reaction after he's finished processing this magical occurance, but rather, we see it as it happens. We see Jon as he happens, we can literally see him calculating the situation in his head through that look of surprised confusion on his face. Take a look at his right hand - which would be on your left - and how compared to the grasp he has in the second panel, his hand seems to be open, sjowing he's probably wondering why his meal has seemed to disappear. This, readers, is not normal. I can confirm that.

Now, you may be thinking, "Jeremy, you've gone fucking insane. Hyperanalysing a Garfield strip with the most obvious punchline? Come on bro you've gone nuts.", and you'd be correct. However, I'm not only hyperanalysing this strip because I find it funny, I'm hyperanalysing it because what the strip implies is something I find to also be funny.

Garfield is no stranger to having weird shit happen in his world. I mean, Garfield himself is the first weird thing that's happening here, he's almost a talking cat. If Garfield's world wasn't weird, we wouldn't have stuff like the whole Lyman disappearance fiasco, the entirety of The Garfield Show, Garfield Kart... So surely, a disappearing burger wouldn't be that weird, right?

But for some reason, it just is, and that is stupidly funny to me. Jon's no stranger to having his food stolen when he isn't looking, but the thing is, usually, Garfield (and also Odie) is always thsre to do the stealing. This time, Jon is completely alone in his house and he has just witnessed a burger just phase out of existence literally in front of his face. This implies three things:

1. Jon is insane.

2. We, the readers, are also insane.

3. In the GMG universe, all food have strange paranormal abilities.

The first implication is the easiest one to get behind. Throughout the years, Garfield fans have noticed Jon's strange behaviours and made plenty of theories galore in an attempt to explain away what's really going on in Jon's head for him to act this way, which is the sole reason GMG exists. A common theory is that Jon has schizophrenia, a mental illness commonly associated with delusions, paranoia, abnormal or strange behaviours and auditory and/or visual hallucinations. This theory proposes that Garfield is a hallucination which explains why Jon often talks to himself or as if someone is there when he is alone. And plus, Jon already shows signs of possible mental distress in Garfield's canon, so it does have a connection. The burger disappearing is simply just a hallucination of Jon's, obviously being a place in which Garfield most likely would have stolen the burger in a sneaky discrete way to mess with his owner. It's an alright theory, but to me, the burger disappearing has some other interesting implications.

The next implication I'd like to address is the possibility that, due to us bearing witness to the disappearing burger, we as the readers are also beginning to go insane. Note that, with fanmade GMG strips that follow the "Garfield is a hallucination" theory (strips where Jon does acknowledge a 'Garfield' despite him not being there), Garfield is never seen, which alienates Jon from the reader and reenforces Jon's own mental issues being in his head. Being able to see Garfield as Jon imagines him would bot only just be a normal Garfield strip, but would be weird and possinly just ruin the joke. However, if we follow the implication and theory that the burger disappearing is a hallucination of Jon's, that means that, by being able to see the burger disappear as Jon can, we are also experiencing hallucinatory experiences, most likely brought on by Jon's own mental illness. Think of the phenomenon of the "spread" of mental illnesses to people that are in proximity to another person who is mentally ill. By hanging around Jon, us as the readers are now starting to feel the effects of his mental illness, and seeing the burger disappear as Jon does just further cements that and, at least to me, makes the comic way funnier because we're snapping too. It's an interesting way to look at it, and it'd be fun to see more strips that follow a similar pattern to this.

This last implication is by far the silliest and funniest one, the implication that food simply has odd abilities beyond physics itself, and there are multiple instances of this happening in fanmade GMG media too. The first instance, of this, is this one with the disappearing burger. It just seems to leave at will almost like it has a mind of its own, taunting Jon by disappearing just when he's about to take a bite out of it, and for some reason that is incredibly funny to me. Another example of food having weird abilities is this GMG strip from Reddit (which of course I couldn't fucking find online because why would I be able to...):

It is literally just three panels of dessert foods floating in midair and it's so funny to me. The foods also always are a different treat each panel, which also implies some sort of shape-shifting abilities on top of floating and disappearing. This, apart from generally being funny, supports this theory of food being totally out of wack and defying the very laws of physics like they were an error in Cyberpunk 2077.

Finally, the last example of food being weird in GMG media is a more subtle one, but it's from a video some may recognise. It's 'An Arbuckle Thanksgiving' (not the exact name), a video that edits the Thanksgiving special from Garfield And Friends to have no trace of the fat cat, only focusing on Jon and his descent into madness. At around 3:04 minutes into the video when Jon is preparing the Thanksgiving dinner for Liz, we witness something that is a little odd. Incredibly odd, as a matter of fact. For some bizarre reason that can definitely only be explained by food having weird physics and totally not a joke left by the editor as a byproduct of Garfield being removed from the scene, a substance that appears to be flour seems to materialise from thin air completely umprompted, flouring the vegetables in complete silence as to not disturb the lovely jazz music playing throughout the special. For what reason this flour decided to materialise randomly is unknown to me, but it raises a lot of good questions on the subject. Like, is flour the only food that has this ability, or do other foods also possess this power to materialise out of nowhere? How much power do foods have? Do only certain food types have certain powers like Pokémon or are the abilities universal? Where do these powers come from? Are these also a byproduct of Jon's madness spreading onto us? Why does Jon seem to fixate on food related hallucinations? Why are there so many examples of food just being weird!?

Alas, we may never get a concrete answer, though the concept of food types having certain abilities does make me want to create a chart of what types of foods based on the food pyramid have what powers and what combinations creat what abilities. However, though the perrals of having your burger disappear on you are confusing and hard, it's comforting to know that, even when he feels alone, Jon is certainly not going through this alone. We as readers are here for him, I'm here for him, and I will be there with him to cope through this process of trying not to go bonkers after your burger leaves the plane of existence, even if he may not be aware of it.

Jon, though your burger has ran away and disappeared, that says nothing about how you are as a person and that doesn't mean you're not good enough, even for a burger. You are enough, you are deserving and you are still a fantastic person. Don't let the disappearance of a burger define you by your flaws. Take care, Jon. Love you, bud :)

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"Don't let the disappearance of a burger define you by your flaws." that's a quote i'm definitely gonna take to heart, never thought i'd say that in a million years

Cheers,

Your Local Jonnoisseur

Posted on the 16th of September 2022, 9:39 pm.

#jonicles 26 #AAAUUUUGGGHHH #borgor #where his burgor go?#strange food properties......#i'm still not over the flour just appearing #that had me in stitches #poor jon

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i present: more 😌💖🎉

ok. maybe i’m fixating on dilfs rn because i have daddy/abandonment issues and crave the comfort and assurance shota aizawa specifically would give me. i will now stop psychoanalyzing myself <3

love love love the idea of being eri’s teacher- i feel like dadzawa is very attentive to his daughter and anything that could potentially trigger her, and so he talks with her teacher frequently to make sure that school is going smoothly for her and to see if any adjustments need to be made. especially since he’s a teacher while also being a pro hero, he probably works odd hours, but it’s ok because he happened to offer his number to the very pretty teacher who cares about eri just as much as he does for totally not self indulgent reasons! so when infrequent texts turn into late night calls and exclusively taking about eri to telling personal stories and making jokes, who is shota to deny his new friend’s offer to get with her coffee before school? and who is she to deny his suggestion to do it again? they both pretend that they’re not flustered, but that’s besides the point!

on a weekend eri is spending with mirio and deku, aizawa asks if ms. y/n if she wants to (100% platonically, of course) come over and watch a movie or something. so they eat take out together, sit on opposite sides of his couch, and pretend to pay attention to the movie while both are working up the courage to sit closer- y/n makes the first move and leans onto shota’s shoulder. he stiffens, but when y/n tries to move away, he presses her back onto him with a hand in her hair. pause for a moment to think abt aizawa playing with my hair 🥰🥰🥰 ok

as the credits roll y/n surprises herself once more by sitting up and swinging a leg over aizawa’s lap. his hands rest on her hips like they’re meant to be there. the eye contact produces so much tension it’s borderline suffocating, and all y/n can muster is a hushed “hi,” before something snaps in the man and his hands are on her cheeks and he pulls her in for a kiss. he knows it’s kinda weird, you being his daughters teacher and him being like, 5 years older than you, but he couldn’t care less. he’s addicted to the way your lips feel against his and the tiny gasp that escaped at the initial contact before quickly reciprocating.

when you come up for air, he presses his forehead to yours. his face is red and you’re both breathless and as his hands cup the sides of your head while he stares into your eyes. “if i let you in,” he whispers, “do you promise to stay?”

“do you promise to not leave me?”

he doesn’t know the full story, but your eyes and tone give away the ending; someone’s done that to you before, and you can’t go through it again, and by god, is he going to make sure it never happens again. “i would do anything for you.”

your eyes widen and you rush in for another kiss and you can feel that he’s genuine. his lips taste like comfort and security, and it’s your favorite flavor.

-🌸

apparently i’ve been driven to writing fanfiction again for the first time since i was like 13??? i simply have a feral need to be taken care of <3

listennnnn if you ever decide to write & post your stuff on here or literally anywhere else, I will be your BIGGEST freakin' fan 💕💕

this is legitimately so good & it made me both wanna cry and also squeal & giggle like a school girl dfjkasdnfgkjhfdv you're so talented omg 😍💕😭

like, I need more bc this is so freaking adorable & sweet!

#🌸 anon #the little 'hi' line killed me bc it's too relatable #'if i let you in' dsjhgfskjdhag #brb crying & squealing #aizawa #fluff #aizawa fluff #shota aizawa

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The Jonicles - Entry 25

It is currently the 27th of August, 2022 at 7:02 am on a Sunday. I've woken up just a few moments ago after the nightmare that was trying to do all of my assignment in one night. But most importantly, I've once again hit another big milestone in my journey of Jon, one that I never thought I'd ever hit, and one that even puts my sanity into question...

It is officially Day #100 of my Jon Arbuckle hyperfixation.

Holy. Shit. You know, I've never realised how long I tend to fixate on things for. "Just a year" or "just a few months" don't sound that big to me because I just see them as one period of time. But when I count each day and live it out as it is, every increasing number suddenly sounds huge. To think, on that fateful day of May 19th, 2022, on that cold morning of just looking up Jon Arbuckle out of impulse, that it would eventually transform into a 100 day... ritual? 100 days of fixating on and cherishing Jon for who he truly is, and I don't even know why. This is... really fucking huge.... It's funny. Day #90 didn't feel like that long, but suddenly, Day #100 really puts things into perspective. I have officially spent a quarter of a year in my life with all this Jon in my head....

Listen, this counting days thing makes me sound absolutely nuts considering I'm fixating on some guy from a comic strip many people think is mundane, unfunny, even bad, and without any real reason for it. But the thing is - I don't have a reason for fixating on characters, I just do. And that's the same for Jon. Throughout the time I've spent looking at this man, researching him, finding out his desires, his hopes, his dreams, his interests, his personality and writing them down in these entries... It's been really fun. I enjoy indulging in this passion of being borderline obsessed with this comic strip character. I keep saying that Jon means so much to me but he really does. We share so many little traits, so many interests, and even the traits we don't share, it's fun to just see Jon enjoying himself indulging in them the same way I indulge in him. He's so special to me.

At the beginning of this hyperfixation, I did have a bit of a clear grasp on Jon's character. I knew that there was more to him than meets the eye, that he has some issues, that he was a loveable dork, but it was never really anything beyond that. But over time, with each factoid learned, with each comic strip I read and with each entry I wrote, the layers of Jon's character started to peel away and he began to shine as the person I know him as now. Jon Arbuckle, the passionate, desperate goof with deep desires for love, acceptance, family and friendship. Jon Arbuckle, the deep, hopeless, depressed pushover, too kind and naïve for his own good at times and someone we can all relate to in one way or another. Jon Arbuckle, the loving, caring dilf

parent for Garfield and Odie, whom he adores for being his family, and the equally loving partner to Liz, who finally found acceptance and realised she truly loved him after all. And finally, Jon Arbuckle, the man I know as a deep, interesting character, one that I adore, one I strive to be, one I accept for who he is and one I would love to talk to had he been real. I find comfort in Jon, I get this fuzzy feeling every time I see this man lovingly decorated on every strip he appears in. Every fanwork, whether it be Garfield Minus Garfield, Lasagna Cat, Gorefield, Garfielf, Jon (the fancomic), Square Root Of Minus Garfield, Relax Jon... Every game, every movie, every cartoon, every comic strip, even just seeing him scribbled on my notebooks, he brings me such an unimagineable amount of joy. Jon, in any and every form, whether he's a "pathetic" depressed man, whether he's the hero or the villain, the survivor or the victim, whether he's just himself, a small scribble on the side of my paper... I still love him. I still adore him. After all, he's Jon. What is there not to love about him?

So, with all that said...

Jon, it's Day #100. And throughout every day that I've spent with you presence, making yourself known in my head, it's been awesome. I haven't even scraped the surface of all the comic strips I've read, I've probably only read less than 1% of all of them, but it feels like I know all there is to know about you. I've gone so in-depth in learning about you, and every time I learn something new, I smile, because it adds yet another quirky layer to all I know about you. And I love all of those layers. Seeing you in each panel you appear in makes me smile because it's you in your most real form. Being able to know so much, it's made me realise and learn more about myself too. I mean, learning about your interest in playing the accordion kinda makes me wanna learn it myself, haha... But seriously though, your struggles and hardships resonate deeply with me, your passion and love for the things that interest you matches my passion for the things I love, and your dedication and love for your pets and your girlfriend are just like the love I feel for my own family and friends. Jon, you bring joy to my life and it's a shame I can't actually talk to you about it because, you know, not being real and stuff. But regardless, Jon, I think you've changed me for the better. I'm slowly learning to accept myself more day by day and not be ashamed of what I love no matter what people think. You inspire me to keep going no matter how low I feel. You make me happy, and that itself matters so much to me. You've even spread that same joy (and also confusion) to my other friends and family as well. You, Jon, are such a great character, a great person, and I hope that one day, people learn to accept you more for who you are. You are more than just a punchline - you are Jon, and I hope you never forget that.

With that all said, here's to another milestone. Don't know when that'll happen, but no matter when that is, Jon will be with me for the journey there, and that in itself is enough to make it all worthwhile. Happy Day #100, Jon. Love you, bud :)

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Cheers,

Your Local Jonnoisseur

Posted on the 27th of August at 9:41 am.

#jonicles 25 #HOT DAYUM DAY 100 #i love jon so much you dont understand #ITS NOT A PHASE MOM #but seriously im so glad hes a part of my life #zamn quarter of a year

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