#HAD TO SPEND A GOOD WHILE JUST ROLLING AROUND KICKING MY LEGS BURYING MY FACE INTO MY STUFFED BUNNY IM GONNA DIE FROM BLUSHING TOO MUCH

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Jax and tired!fem!reader scenario

Hey guys and welcome to a scenario for the indie animation that has shaken up Youtube, The Amazing Digital Circus! If you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend it! :) Special thanks to @thejester0897 , @ceoofdabicorpsensfw , and @selineram3421 for providing feedback and suggestions! If you would like me to write more TADC content please let me know in the comments section on here or on my other blog, @forbidden-sunlight.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going today in the digital plane! :)

The adventures around the Amazing Digital Circus are stimulating and keep everyone from going insane, least according to Ragatha.

For you, though, there was nothing better than to end the completion of an adventure than taking a nap before going to find something to eat. Even when you required neither sleep or food, it was important to keep a routine.

Kaufmo had learned the hard way to not disturb you during your naptime, may his abstracted soul rest in peace. 

The only one who didn’t seem to get the memo was the residential asshat, Jax. Why? Well, unfortunately, you decided to give him one chance at this…whole romance thing with him.

For the record, you had no idea that Jax saw you as anything beyond being a fellow member of the circus, another person to prank on. So, imagine your surprise when he said that he liked your company in a round-about fashion. Or did he push you in one of the empty rooms and pinned you to the floor before stealing a kiss with that cheeky grin of his?

Eh, you couldn’t remember right now. 

You just wanted to close your eyes and take your mind off of things for a little while. Closing the door behind you, you slipped off your shoes and crawled on top of your bed. You were too tired to pull the sheets over you. Exhaustion swept over your legs and spine, your mind was throbbing from an oncoming migraine. Then you fell asleep. 

Clank.

“Hey dollface. Got room for one more?” 

Argh. 

Almost. 

You didn’t bother turning around to face the rabbit. “Bugger off, Jax. Not in the mood.”  You heard him chuckle, followed by the door being closed with a low click. You had hoped that he took the hint and actually left, but this is Jax. He won’t leave until he riles someone up for the sake of his own amusement. You curled your body into a small ball, anticipating him putting some centipedes on your bed like he did with Ragatha countless times. Instead, you felt the bed dip to one side, before an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you in. Jax buried his face in the back of your neck, his hot breath ending a small shudder crawling down your spine. 

“....What are you doing?”

“C’mon, can’t a guy spend some time with his gal? I barely got any today ‘cause you were hangin’ with Crybaby and Whoha.” 

You rolled your eyes. He might try to sound indifferent to the fact that he could care less about how you interacted with the other troupe members besides himself, you knew Jax liked being the center of attention. Well, your attention, that is. Knowing actions spoke louder than words with this jealous rabbit, you placed your hand on top of the one that was rested against your middle. 

“Quiet. Lemme rest or I’m kicking you out and taking away your key to my room.” 

Jax gasped dramatically in your ear. “You’d do that to the love of your life? You’re so mean!”

“Keep pushing your luck and you’ll find out sooner than you think.” You grumbled. “Now hush. Let me enjoy this cuddling session with my eyes closed.”

“I don’t think this qualifies as a cuddlin’ session when it’s one person doing all the work.” 

“Jax.”

“Fine, fine. Shuttin’ up. But I want a smooch when you wake up. Not one of those quick ones on the cheek, either. A nice, big, sweet one on the lips.” You almost jumped out of his grasp when you felt his mouth press a light kiss on your shoulder. “Night, night, toots.” 

It was a good thing that he couldn’t see your face right now or else you would kick the little rascal to save what little dignity you had left as a member of the Amazing Digital Circus who had the misfortune of being Jax’s sweetheart. Inhaling a deep breath, you try to calm your hammering heart and relax in the rabbit’s arms, to allow your mind to get lost in the void of blissful darkness if only for a brief moment in this wacky world that’s slowly driving you to the brink of madness. 

[umnitsa]

I have seen the gif with alexei that Say i just got out of prison and I have a lot of energy, and I think it would make a good story where he came home back to his girlfriend and want to spend all the energy he has after being in prison and far from her

I have a lot of energy!

Summary: Alexei just came back after 20 years away. And he has a lot of energy!

A/N: I'm not having the best of times, so I buried myself in this pile of fluff and porn.

Pairing: Alexei x fem!Reader

CW: It's basically cute porn. PIV (unprotected, please don't do this), loving, sweet Alexei.

“Oh, god.” You gasped as you opened the door.

Alexei leaned against the door, smiling tiredly. You hadn’t seen him in a long time, but you could recognize those eyes (and that smile!) anywhere.

“Me.” He said, picking you up in a bear hug, chuckling, and closing the door with a kick of his heel.

“Where have you been?” You asked as he twirled with you in your living room. “I thought you…” You sniffled, your lip trembling, your eyes filling with tears.

“No, no, no…” Alexei kissed all over your face, crushing you against his body. “Please, myshka, do not cry.”

You sniffled, swallowing your tears somehow, his bright blue eyes tenderly focused on yours. Taking deep breaths, you calmed down, and Alexei gently placed you on the floor.

“Come on, food, first.” You dragged him to the kitchen. “Then you can tell me about all that happened. “And about the uniform. Then we can shower. You look like you need one.”

"Umnitsa,” Alexei groaned happily. “You take care of me so well.” He buried his face on the top of your head and sniffed your hair. His voice came out in a whisper. “Thank you.”

He ate like a man starved as you watched. Time had passed, but he didn’t look that different. Tired, hurt, maybe. Bigger, for sure, but he was never a small man, to begin with. Between whispers and laughter, Alexei told you about prison, his escape, everything. You could see him relaxing, the tension melting and disappearing in the air.

Alexei leaned back on the chair and placed one hand on his thigh; his legs stretched, feet apart, his other arm propped in the back of another chair. His eyes narrowed, and his lips crooked in a smirk as he licked his lips. You knew that expression too well… You giggled, blushing.

“Don’t you want to rest a bit?” You asked, surprised.

“Nah.” Alexei stood up and circled the table, standing in front of you and flexing his arms. “I am supersoldier. I just got out of prison. I have a lot of energy.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, and you laughed. Alexei picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Shower first!” You yelped, and he answered by smacking your ass.

He placed you in the bathroom and stepped back to tug on the uniform. The space was a bit too crowded, with him quickly tugging on the tight uniform. It made you smile.

Alexei stopped, holding his pants, looking into your eyes, his own soft and gentle.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, throwing his pants away and quickly getting rid of his underwear. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” You quickly took your clothes off, pushing him into the shower.

Alexei sighed and moaned under the hot stream of water, rolling his shoulders back. You washed him slowly, massaging his chest and tracing his tattoos with your fingertips. You felt him moving around you, grabbing your shampoo and rubbing his own head with more sighing.

He just stood there, after a while, quiet, still, your hands on his skin, his hands sliding over your sides gently. You looked up; Alexei looked down, into your eyes, with a soft smile. He cupped your cheek, sliding his thumb gently. With a soft smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.

“Be good little girl and rub my back?” He asked softly, a dirty smile on his face. You nodded, and he turned his back to you, sighing under the warm stream of water. You did as he asked, enjoying the stream of small, pleasured sighs and groans as you rubbed him.

Alexei looked over his shoulder to watch your hands; you focused on his back and the intricate tattoo.

He was a mountain of a man. Tall and large, he made the whole world look small as he moved. But he looked hesitant as he looked over his shoulder. You sighed.

“I like the tattoos…” You nuzzled his back, kissing his skin before going back to rubbing. “This one here is beautiful.”

“I broke a guy’s arm as it was getting finished,” Alexei growled, annoyed. “He challenged me, so disrespectful. I may be old, but I’m still Red Guardian.” He scoffed. You grabbed his ass and moaned softly; he answered with a relieved chuckle.

“Did it make you feel better?” You asked as you hugged him from behind and slid your hands up his chest and his belly.

“Da.” Alexei grunted.

“Then all is well.” You pulled from him and rinsed all the soap from your body. He turned to you, surprised, puzzled, and just a little bit hurt. You grabbed a towel and dried yourself off, smiling at him.

“I'll be waiting for you in bed,” you said nonchalantly, “Otherwise, I'll spend hours here just feeling you up.”

“Myshka,” Alexei chuckled, looking down, blushing lightly.

“Hey.” You stepped close to the stall. “You’re older and bigger now… And you have some new graffiti.” He chuckled as you pointed to the tattoos. “You’re still handsome.” You moved to the door, smiling. “You made me wait for long enough, big boy.”

Alexei laughed, squeezing the base of his cock. He moaned softly, letting the water run over his face. He was tired (and you were right, he needed a shower); Alexei thought about you all those years in prison. Now you were so close. So close. Freedom and paradise in your body. He was a simple man.

But he wouldn’t last long, he feared, growling at his cock. He felt so desperate.

He dried himself slowly; if he gave in to his desperation, it would be all over too soon. And he really wanted to see you come first.

You watched Alexei entering the bedroom slowly, prowling like a big wild animal, eyes fixed on yours. A full blush covered your body; you could feel yourself getting wet quickly.

“I remember you like my fingers.” He climbed the bed, crawling over your body, covering it with his expanse. Without a moment of hesitation, Alexei kissed you deeply; his body trembled over you as he tried to control his instincts.

“You don’t need to hold back.” You said as he broke the kiss, panting. He moaned, pulling back to kneel between your legs. Alexei was a sight, on his knees, his thick cock pointing up. He squeezed the base, and you could see precome pulsing from the head. It made your mouth water.

“I will not last long.” Alexei licked his lips, sliding one big hand over your thigh ever so slowly. He covered your pussy with his hand, a thumb diving between your lips, brushing your clit gently. He moaned softly, feeling your wetness. “I kept thinking of you… I need to watch you come.”

“You made me wait for long enough, love… Please!” You said, whimpering, and he stopped, looking into your eyes. You could see the hunger in his eyes, intense and wild, and the moment his resolve snapped, it took control.

“Oh, myshka…” Alexei grabbed your hips and moved forward, with a quick pause to align his cock to your pussy. He pushed into you ever so slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Alexei closed his eyes, for a moment, taking deep breaths.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, and after a moment, he started moving, looking into your eyes. You grabbed his arms, consumed by just how big, he was, around and inside you. You moaned, Alexei answered with a grunt, his hips slamming into yours.

He looked at you with soft eyes, his lips half open. Alexei raised an arm, cradling your shoulder and your head, then lowered his head, touching your forehead with his. He grabbed your hips, moaning softly as he squeezed you.

“Missed you.” Alexei moaned. “So much.”

His thrusts picked up speed and he started kissing your lips, your cheek until his lips settled against your ear. He moaned softly, his hips grinding against yours, putting pressure on your clit.

You moaned, overwhelmed by his body, his presence all around you. He filled all of your senses.

He shifted his hips, thrusting at a different angle. You were suddenly reminded of the size of his cock, how long, how thick he was; you felt him impossibly deep inside you, splitting you open.

Alexei was close. You could tell from his grunts, from how he ended every thrust with some grinding as if he was trying to bury himself in you even deeper… As if it was possible.

You were so close to coming it almost felt like agony. Alexei moaned, and you tensed, your body spasming as your orgasm burst through your body in an explosion of pleasure.

He watched your face, frowning, panting through his mouth. He wanted to fuck you through your orgasm, but your expression of pleasure, combined with your whole body tightening around him made him come undone.

He kept thrusting weakly, kissing you with gentle brushes of his lips against yours.

With a sigh, he pulled from you to lay on his back, dragging your body over his, until your head was over his chest. One big arm cradled your body, his hand on your ass, while the other caressed your hair. You slid a leg over his, your hand caressing his chest.

“I’m happy you’re back.” You said softly and kissed his chest.

Your body relaxed against him and sleeping seemed like a good idea. You closed your eyes and as your breathing became deeper, Alexei grabbed your ass, bringing you back.

“Don’t sleep.” He said, looking down.

“Hm?” Alexei grabbed your hand and placed it on his hardening cock. “Whoa.” You chuckled, tiredly.

“Lot of energy.” He said, his voice low and gruff, and he pulled you over him, making you straddle his body. He chuckled, pushing your hips until his cock pressed against your pussy. “Tell me when you want to stop. If you want to stop. I miss seeing you dumb on my cock. I know you do too.”

You moaned as he pushed into you. He chuckled, grabbing your hips.

Alexei kept you awake through the whole night and most of the next morning. He had fucked you in all your favorite positions, even repeated some. You were sore, your body completely slack and you kept begging for more; he used you as a doll, whispering praises and sweet nothings into your ear, thanking you every time you let him fuck you.

You two slept tangled in each other, and as you drifted to sleep lulled by his soft snoring, you knew the marathon would continue the moment he woke up. He really had a lot of energy.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous AU - Chapter 1 - Origins

 

Beginning || Previous || Next

“Marinette, hurry up! You’ll be late for school!” Sabine called.

            Marinette looked up from her sketchbook and saw the time. She grimaced as she ran downstairs with her schoolbag. In the kitchenette, she greeted Sabine with a peck on the cheek.

            “Sorry, Mom. I lost track of time.”

            “Summer is over, so no spending all morning on your designs. You need to get back into the school routine.” She pointed to the counter with Marinette’s breakfast waited.

            Marinette nodded, then took a seat. She ate the breakfast, then grabbed her bag and headed down to the bakery. She heard Tom humming before she stepped into the shop. He finished packaging some fresh macaroons in a box when he turned to her.

            “Morning, Dad. Are those for me?”

            “They sure are. Kick the new school year off in a good way.”

            Marinette hugged Tom. “Thank you. Everyone will love these.”

            Marinette took the box from Tom and gave him a peck on the cheek. Sabine had joined them in the bakery. She gave Sabine a kiss on the cheek before she headed. On her way to school, a ladybug perched on her nose.

            “Hello, little lady.”

            Marinette reached a hand up for the ladybug. It crawled off her nose and onto her index finger.

            “I’ll see you tonight. Summer holiday is over and it’s back to school.”

            The ladybug fluttered its wings, then flew off. Marinette gave it a small wave, then headed to school.

~~

            Adrien finished his breakfast, placing his silverware across his plate.

            “I’m finished, Father.”

            Gabriel Agreste looked at Adrien, then his watch. “You have ten minutes before you begin your lessons with Natalie. Once your studies are done, you have a photo shoot to attend for my new clothing line. Understood?”

            “Yes, Father. May I go to the garden?”

            “You may, just don’t spend all day talking to statues.”

            Adrien flinched at Gabriel’s words. He excused himself and headed to the garden. He took a seat on a bench near the statue of Emilie. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it immediately. He buried his face in his hands and sat in silence. Several minutes passed when he felt something rub against his leg followed by a purr. A smile crept on his lips as he looked and saw a familiar black cat with piercing green eyes.

            “Hello, little guy. Come for your morning snack?”

            The cat meowed and hopped onto the bench with Adrien. He chuckled as he took out a small bundle from his pocket. He unwrapped it and held out the piece of camembert cheese. The cat gobbled the piece up greedily.

            Adrien smiled as he scratched the cat’s ears. “You’re a strange little guy. Never knew cats could love cheese.”

            The cat purred. It stepped onto Adrien’s lap and rubbed against his shirt. He wrapped his arms around the cat, holding it close. While he scratched the cat’s chin, he looked at the statue once more.

            “I wish I could tell him.”

            The cat meowed, stealing Adrien’s attention.

            Adrien sighed. “I wish I could tell Father that I want to go to school. I want to be with kids my age. Not around the adults my father does business with. I suppose there is Chloe, but even I hadn’t seen her in years.”

            The cat meowed.

            “It’s just, Father says that he’s doing what’s best for me. But sometimes I wonder if really is. What do you think?”

            Silence.

            Adrien frowned. The cat nuzzled him as it pawed playfully at him. He smiled and pat its head.

            “Adrien, it’s time for your lessons,” Natalie said.

            Adrien looked as Nathalie approached him. She looked at him, then the cat. She pulled a lint roller from the bundle in her arms.

            “Head inside. I’ll meet you momentarily.”

            Adrien nodded and took the roller. He put the cat down and headed inside. Nathalie and the cat watched him go. She sighed and looked at the statue of Emilie Agreste. She approached the statue and knelt beside it. She sat for a minute before she stood and headed inside. The cat meowed, giving her pause.

            “Technically, you’re not allowed on the property. Gabriel doesn’t want animals around.”

            The cat narrowed its eyes and growled.

            Nathalie smiled and pulled out a wrapped bundle from her suit pocket. “Regardless of what Gabriel’s feelings are, thank you for being there for Adrien.”

            Nathalie unwrapped the bundle and placed a slice of camembert in front of the cat. The cat purred loudly as it stared up at her. She scratched its chin, then pat its head. She left the cat to its meal as she headed inside.

~~

            Marinette sat in class next to Alya as she took notes. Towards the back of the class, Ivan sat, occasionally taking notes. His attention focused on a song he was working on. He stole glances at Mylène while he wrote. He shook his head at the piece he wrote, crumbled it up, then stuck it in his bag. He wanted the perfect song to express himself to her. He started on a new song when the bell rang. He quickly gathered his things while the teacher listed their assignments. In the corner of his eye, he saw Kim lean over with a note in hand.

            Ivan ripped the note from Kim’s hand and read it. Heat bloomed in his cheeks as he took in the jabs Kim made. His inability to confess to Mylène about how he felt. Mocking both of them, calling them both fraidy cats. He gritted his teeth and ripped the note to shreds. He reared to face Kim with a fist raised.

            “You son of a -!”

            “Ivan! This is not proper behavior,” the teacher yelled.

            “But Kim-!”

            “I don’t want to hear it. Go to the principal’s office.”

            Ivan looked down and headed out of the classroom. He tossed the shredded remains of Kim’s note into the trash. He’d make Kim eat his own words. He’d show Kim that he could tell Mylène. He’d show them all, one way or another.

~~

            Marinette relaxed on the roof of her home. She opened her sketchbook and started to draw. A ladybug landed on her page and fluttered its wings as she worked.

            “Hello, little lady. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

            The ladybug fluttered its wings and turned in a circle.

            “Don’t worry, we have all evening to hang out. I’m not going anywhere, at least until dinner. Want to see what I’ve been working on?”

            The ladybug twirled once, then flew up to sit on Marinette’s nose. She smiled as she flipped through the recent pages. Outfit designs that ranged from casual everyday wear to the fantastical. She turned to a page with her classmate, Chloe Bourgeois, in a stunning, formal gown. Along the side of the page were all the details that Chloe wanted in the design.

            “Do you think she’ll like it? She’s planning some sort of fancy party with her father. Then went on about how she knows the Agrestes, but how Gabriel didn’t have time to make her something with his new fashion line being released soon.”

            The ladybug tilted to the side.

            Marinette chuckled. “I’m surprised I haven’t mentioned the fabulous Agrestes. They’re Paris’ fashion icons. Gabriel Agreste is the top designer and his son, Adrien Agreste, is the model for the brand. Amazing, isn’t it?”

            The ladybug buzzed.

            “This could be a big moment, right? What if the Gabriel Agreste sees her in my dress? What if likes it and my other work? Could you imagine, little lady? I could become his protégé and work along the greatest designer in all of Paris! Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

            The ladybug flew up and twirled, then sat back on her nose.

            “I am a little scared though. After all, it’s one thing to make the designs for my friends. A mere handful of people that see my work, but all of Paris? It’s a little terrifying. I mean, what if people don’t like my designs? What if I’m a total flop? What if-?”

            The ladybug buzzed and twirled, then buzzed some more.

            Marinette laughed. “I don’t understand, but you make a good point.”

            Marinette’s cell rang. She sat up and grabbed it. It was Alya. She smiled and accepted the call.

            “Hey, Alya. What’s up?”

            “Babysitting. Twins are getting their screen time before dinner. What are you up to?”

            “Working on Chloe’s design.”

            “I still can’t believe you agreed to help. She’s a little witch.”

            “She’s changed, enough. I mean, she’s still bossy and demanding, but she’s not horrible.”

            “C’mon girl. Remember middle school?”

            “Alya, that was two years ago. Besides, remember when her mother showed up? After that, something changed in her.”

            “I’d still be cautious.”

            “I know, I know. But this is a big opportunity for me. She knows the Agrestes and if she likes my design and the Gabriel sees it-.”

            “I remember. Just don’t get your hopes too high with that girl.”

            Marinette paused as she heard Sabine’s call for dinner.

            “Gotta go, Alya. Dinner is ready. See you tomorrow.”

            “Later, Marinette.”

            Marinette hung up and held out a hand for the ladybug. When it was on her hand, she lowered it to a plant she kept on the roof.

            “See you after dinner, little lady.”

~

            Nathalie entered Gabriel’s office. He sat hunched over a book with papers covering his desk.

            “Sir, it’s time for dinner with Adrien.”

            “Thank you, Nathalie. I’ll be out in a moment.”

            “Sir, if I may, I have something to bring to your attention.”

            “Is everything alright?”

            “Adrien isn’t happy.”

            “What do you mean? What does he have to be unhappy about?”

            “He wishes to be amongst his peers, to experience the world. He’s sixteen, he’s not a child anymore.”

            “Do you suddenly think you know what is best for my son? You think it would be best for him to go out into that dangerous world? What if something happened to him? I won’t lose him too.”

            “I understand, but shouldn’t he explore the world? Is it not fair to allow him to experience life beyond these walls?”

            Silence passed between them. It lingered until Nathalie sighed.

            “Forgive me, sir. I stepped out of line. It won’t happen again.”

            “It’s ok. Tell Adrien I’ll be there soon.”

            Gabriel waited for the door to close before he let out a long sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. When he put them back on, he looked at the framed portrait of Emilie on his desk. What did Nathalie know? What gall did she have to suggest such things. Especially with what happened to his dear Emilie.

            Disease had stolen Emilie away from them. A son without his mother and a husband without his wife. Gabriel would protect all he had left of her until the time was right. He stood and headed for the door. He looked back at the picture of Emilie, then headed to dinner. Adrien waited for him. They took their seats and ate. Through the dinner, he glanced at Adrien, and he saw the glimpses of bleakness in Adrien’s face.

            Gabriel furrowed his brow. Nathalie may have a point, but what could he do? The world was a dangerous place. How could he let his son go into it without someone to keep him safe? Something could happen to him at any point. He could get sick, get hurt, or even die. Maybe he could get something to get Adrien’s mind off it, something to make him happy.

            “I’m finished, Father.”

            Gabriel looked at his watch. “You have some time before your piano lessons. Then after lessons, it’ll be time for bed.”

            “May I go to the garden?”

            “You may.”

            Gabriel watched as Adrien left. He got up and headed up to window overlooking the garden. He opened it and observed.

            Adrien sat on the bench near Emilie’s statue. He spoke with it, sharing his desires. The same Nathalie had told Gabriel. Except for his desire to go to school. Gabriel hummed. It wasn’t ideal, but it would be a safe enough place. Adults to keep an eye on Adrien, classmates to socialize with, it could work. Gabriel left the spot and headed off to make some calls. It was going to be a long night.

~

            A black cat and a ladybug wandered in the late night. They met in a park under the full moon light. They shared their concerns; their brother was still lost. Their fear they’d lose his trail, or he fell into foul hands. In the darkness, a cry sounded everywhere and nowhere. Terrible, negative energy followed that fell on the cat and the ladybug like a blanket. They looked at one another and nodded. Before they departed, the ladybug landed on the cat’s nose and the cat closed its eyes. A word passed between them.

            Soon.

            A black cat and a ladybug disappeared in the darkness. Each returned to the teens and waited for the coming dawn.

[yamikawas]

Hey DARLING! Gaze into my eyes. I have you right where I need you with my⚡️electric⚡️stare zapping your attention. It’s adorable how I just have to look your way and you’re immediately captivated. I think I’ll keep you forever. ⚡️🌸

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[nctsplug02]

Can you give us Jen when she actually fired because Jaehyun caught teaching her Hannie calling her mommy, and also Jaehyun caught her multiple times when she talking bad about his wifey?

[5:02pm]

genre: fluff and angst for jen again.

warnings: jen gets fired.

before reading! i know some of you guys are gonna ask if this is the end of my jen the babysitter series and no. it’s not the end. i love writing for jen the babysitter so do not think this is the end because there will be more posts of jen the babysitter and there will be more opportunities for you guys to request for jen the babysitter.

jaehyun had a ten minute break from his meeting online so, he decided to get up and use a bathroom— possibly find you for a quick quickie.

jaehyun begins to roll his white long sleeves up as he stalks out his office. he passes hannies playroom and takes a slight peek in to see jen playing with hannie. he grins softly until hearing what jen had commanded. jaehyun took two steps back and took another peep in the crack.

“..hannie, look at me,” she holds the baby up and follows as the baby tilts its head around. “now say, mama.” jen cooed only for hannie to fuss.

“no no, be a good girl and call me, mama.” jen frowns in an upset way as hannie jumps around. “i think you need a nap, hm, sweet girl?” jen lifts themselves off the ground and turns to see jaehyun.

“oh, my— mr jeong, you scared me.” she gasps, clutching the baby to her chest.

jaehyun clears his throat, slightly kicking the door open. “sorry, jen. i was just, looking for mrs jeong.” he presses his lips into a thin line. “oh, she’s in the laundry room right now.” jaehyun nods and leaves to go find you.

the basement is where he finds you. folding clothes over the machines while dancing to some music that played on your speaker.

“— should i call first? i cant deny— ahh!” you scream after turning around and seeing jaehyun leaning against the door frame just admiring you. “asshole!” you say flapping the folded towel— which caused it to unfold.

“such a cutie.” he squeals while running up to you and swooping you into his arms. “put me down, asshole! i’m mad at you— you scared me!” he sits you on the dryer which was shaking slightly frantically.

“ooohhh— get me off t—this.” jaehyun pushes your hips down more. the vibration sending pleasure onto your clit. “aww,” he mewls in a teasing way. “but isn’t this fun?” you whine, pushing at his hands and attempting to slide off.

“not happening, gorgeous.” he smirks, softly chuckling at your squirming figure.

“look, i have,” he looks down at his watch and then back up at you. “about six minutes to make you cum. let’s spend it wisely.” he pushes your upper body up and yanks on your shorts.

your body shakes and jerks forward when jaehyun slips his two slender fingers into your pussy. a moan is earned from you as the shaking vibration and his fingers moving inside you causes a painful pleasure.

“let’s talk, yeah?” he asks with his fingers buried inside you. you nod which he tuts at. “say yes, baby.” you mewl, tossing your head back. “y—yes!” you grunt out, attempting to hold your legs open.

“good girl,” he says, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “god— asshole.” you whimper, arms wobbling.

“i seriously think we need to fire jen.” you groan. the mention of another womens name in bed just brought discomfort. “jae, i r—really don’t wanna t—talk about another women while w—we’re, we’re doing th—this.” you shake out.

“no, baby. listen. we need to fire her.” you sigh, scrunching up your face. “w—why?” you question, closing your legs on jaehyuns arms. “she was telling hannie to call her mama.”

you lift your eyes up to him quickly. “she what—?!” you couldn’t even finish your sentence until your orgasm interrupted you.

“f—fuck,” you shivered, moaning desperately and attempting to control your shaking legs. “god,” you gasp, grabbing jaehyuns arm and digging your nails into his arm.

jaehyun grins, pulling his fingers out and splitting them to see your strings of cum. jaehyun holds his eye contact with you as he plops his fingers in his mouth with a groan. your sweet juice taking over his tastebuds.

you let out a shaky breath. “s—she’s fired.” you huff out. “yes, she is.” he licks his fingers clean before placing a passionate kiss on your lips. “i’ve got about thirty seconds to get back to my meeting so, i love you and we’ll fire jen later.” he says before pressing another kiss on your lips and leaving.

all that ran through your mind was what jaehyun had told you.

“she was telling hannie to call her mama.”

you slammed the blade onto the zucchini causing it to collapse into two. “mrs jeong, are you alright?” jen places a hand on your shoulder making you jump.

“jen,” you heave, placing the knife down on the cutting board. “mrs jeong, is something on your mind?” you suck your cheeks in.

“jen,” you turn around. “you’re fired.”

“what?!”

hannie giggles from the dining room as she kicks her feet around and flings her sippy cup off her tray. “bye bye,” you hear hannie say with a giggle following.

[moonlit-jeno]

friends (m.)

pairing: lee jeno x fem reader

genre: explicit sexual content | omegaverse | heat sex | unprotected sex | some name calling

words: 3.6k

don’t like don’t read :)

“Your heat’s coming up.” Jeno says, point blank in between bites of his apple. You just nod, taking a break from your notes to side eye him. It’s not odd for him to know intimate details of your life- you do make sure to keep him updated on your cycle just so that he can send you the notes for the days you miss - but it’s not exactly a common subject for the two of you. “Who are you spending it with?”

There are still 13 powerpoint slides for you to grind through, but you figure a small break won’t hurt. Might as well use the conversation topic for something good, aka a reason to slam your laptop shut. You turn to Jeno, giving your best friend your full attention, and take the iced coffee right out of his hand. He doesn’t protest. “No idea. Would call Jaemin but he’s ‘found the one’ or something, so I’ll probably just spend it by myself.”

“By yourself?” Jeno’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as if you’ve just admitted to committing a sin. It’s not like the concept isn’t unheard of, there’s a market full of toys to help you through it. “Isn’t that dangerous?” You shrug and take a sip of the coffee, offering him your smoothie in exchange. He takes a sip and then bites down on your straw. His entire face scrunches and he yanks his face away from the beverage. He pulls the straw up, inspecting the now soggy and dented object with disgust. “Fuck, what is this made out of?”

“Paper.” You huff a laugh out through your nose, taking your smoothie back. “And I mean, it’s not any more dangerous than spending your heat with the wrong person. Plus, my heats get kind of… intense.” If Jaemin sleeping for three days straight and limping after is anything to go by, both parties take the short end of the stick. You’d felt so bad after and apologized to him profusely, but he had just thrown you his signature dazzling grin and told you that drowning in pussy was exactly the way he envisioned himself dying. He definitely didn’t complain about the brownies you’d baked him as a ‘thank you’, though.

“Spend your heat with me.” The bold request has your brain malfunctioning, at a loss for where to even start reacting to his statement. You just stare at him, mouth opening and closing repeatedly while he returns the gaze earnestly. “Look, it makes sense, right? I know you better than anyone, and you already trust me. Plus if they’re as intense as I’ve heard they are, you need someone there.”

You frown, opening your laptop up and staring blankly at the screen just to avoid having to look at Jeno. It does make sense to have him there with you, and it’s not like he’s the worst person to have sex with. Plenty of people around campus have delighted in talking about their nights with Jeno, dreamily telling you how lucky you are to have him and falling deaf to your insistence that the two of you aren’t like that. Plus, you’re not blind and even if you’re not the cute couple everyone thinks you are, you can admit that he’s hot.

“Wait, hang on. What do you mean ‘heard’ about? What shit is Na Jaemin saying?” Jeno’s shoulders shake with his laughter at your sudden concern. “I mean, he didn’t say anything, but that was kind of the problem. He didn’t show up to practice for like a week and when he finally did, he looked like he’d been mauled. Coach had to bench him.”

Your heart drops slightly at hearing that Jaemin’s soccer had been affected. He hadn’t told you that. “Oh.” The guilt must show on your face because Jeno is quickly soothing you, making sure to tell you that they all found Jaemin’s state funny. “Okay, wait. Wouldn’t you have the same problem if you help me?”

“It’s off-season. So, what do you say?” Jeno waits for your response expectantly, eyes soft, curious. “You can say no, y/n. I don’t want to pressure you at all, I’m just letting you know that it’s an option.” “I’ll think about it.” And you do. A concerning amount.

You spend that night tossing and turning, trying and failing to shut your brain off. Worries about ruining your friendship and about hurting Jeno bounce around your brain no matter how much you try to stop thinking about it. What if something bad happens during it? What if you never talk again? And worst of all is your brain telling you that he doesn’t actually want you specifically, he just wants to be with an omega in heat. You’re just convenient. 

That thought actually makes you cry and you wrap your blankets even tighter around yourself, sobbing weakly into your pillows. In an effort to distract your wandering mind you grab for your phone, opening instagram to find an influx of dm’s from Jeno. It calms you a bit, the messages ranging from cute dogs to absolutely cursed memes, and you smile softly at the reminder that he’s your best friend, and that he definitely cares about you. Biting your lip, you hesitate for only a few moments before typing out a “you can help”, hitting send before you can second guess it. You lock your phone and set it face down on the dresser, thankfully finding sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

It’s hot when you wake up, clothes clinging to your skin uncomfortably. Peeling your shirt off only gives you relief for a moment but then the sticky heat is back full force. You whimper in misery, trying to snuggle back into your bed for at least some comfort, but you find that the corner of your fitted sheet has come up, the rest of your blankets on the floor. There’s only one pillow near you and it’s soaked in sweat. You panic slightly, frantically yanking your sheets back onto the bed and trying to fluff them up as much as possible, only calming down once the bedding has been fixed to your liking. Only once you’ve settled down in the plushness of your blankets do you have a moment of clarity.

“Oh shit.” You shoot up and search for your phone, dropping it once before finally managing to open the correct app. There’s a few messages from Jeno that you don’t bother looking at, going straight for the ‘call’ button. He picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?” He sounds groggy, like he’s just woken up, and a flash of heat runs through you at the low tone. “Why are you calling me at 5 a.m?”

You manage to stop fantasizing about your best friend long enough to choke out the word “Heat.” It comes out pathetic and whiny and you pause to clear your throat, trying to keep a clear head as well. “I’m sorry, my heat came early and I wanted to call you but you can go back to bed, I didn’t realize-”

“Fuck, okay, I’ll be over in 10.” Jeno cuts off your rambling with a swear, some rustling in the background accompanying his words. 

“Thank you.” You whisper, setting the phone down and curling up in bed, trying not to focus on how agonizingly slow the time is passing.

Jeno’s looking down at his shoes when you open the door, kicking idly at the door mat and fidgeting with the bag in his hands, though his head snaps up when he notices you. The smile on his face falters when he inhales, turns a little strained as he gets a taste of your heat, and you honestly give him props for the amount of restraint he has. It’s definitely more than you have, at least, because you’re on him the second he’s inside. He ends up sandwiched between you and the door, bag dangling precariously in one hand while he envelopes you in his strong arms. You don’t (can’t) do anything besides bury your face in his chest and whimper, knowing exactly what you want but being too needy and fuzzy to remedy it.  

“Jeno, it hurts.” You whimper and lift your face to nose along the skin just above the collar of his shirt, finding that while the skin to skin contact helps, it doesn’t fully relieve the heat scorching through you, the dull ache screaming for Jeno to take you already. “Please…” He holds you closer to his chest, encasing you fully in his scent, and picks you up bridal style. “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”

Being around Jeno does help to ease your stress, but it also serves to make you needier. The warm scent that you’ve grown to associate with the man is stronger than you’ve ever smelled it and it’s making you lose your mind more and more by the second. You’re worried that you’re drooling by the time he sets you down on your bed. He pauses to drop the bag he’s holding on the floor, and then he’s on top of you, strong arms caging you in.

The first kiss is soft, chaste. It would be cute if you weren’t so fucking needy, but you are and it’s just not enough. Unsatisfied, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, nipping at his bottom lip and tilting your head to the side to get a deeper angle. A groan rumbles in his chest and he returns the kiss with more intensity, trying to take control again. You don’t let him, even if every instinct in your body is screaming at you to just submit.

Jeno shifts on top of you, scooting so that he can fully lay down between your legs. You wrap your limbs around him on instinct, pulling him as close as you possibly can and- oh. The close proximity means that you feel everything when he grinds down, and the feeling of having him so close to where you need him has any semblance of control that you had draining out of your body. You gasp pitifully, annoyance clawing at you from the amount of fabric blocking you from what you want.

“Please,” You almost sob, tugging at his shirt while trying to grind your lower half against his, the pressure of his cock against your center making your eyes roll. Jeno pulls back to yank his shirt off and then he’s back, hands sliding down your body to your panties, tugging the fabric down as far as he can before he growls in frustration and just rips the fabric in half. 

“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jeno moans in awe, breaking the kiss yet again to marvel at your pussy. “Bet I could just slip right in.” He drags his fingers through the slick on your upper thighs, eyes glued between your legs. You’re just about to complain when he finally presses his fingers into you. The initial relief has you moaning sweetly, though it quickly turns to impatient pleas for his cock. You clench around his fingers, reaching a hand down to palm over where he strains against his sweats.

“I need you to fuck me.” You beg, looking at him with what you hope is a convincing expression. “Please Jen, I need you.” “You have me.” He promises you, flicking his wrist faster, curling his fingers just right. “I’m right here baby.” It’s sweet, and under normal circumstances it would be enough, but right now it’s not what you need and the frustration has you on the brink of tears.

You buck your hips and try to arch up as if it’ll magically make him slip in, but Jeno remains as patient and controlled as ever. It’s too hot and every part of your body is screaming for him to fuck you, for him to claim you, and his refusal is killing you. “Alpha please, I need you.”

He absolutely snarls, pinning down your wriggling body with one hand around your throat. The other hand stays between your legs where it continues to strike pleasure into every single nerve ending you have, adding to the fire already coursing through your veins. “What you need is to take what your Alpha’s giving you. You’re not in charge here, okay?” With his face pressed so close to yours you have no choice but to make direct eye contact, staring straight into the most intense gaze you’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown out so wide that his eyes are almost black. Unable to tear your eyes away and as if in a trance, you find yourself nodding. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Good girl. Now listen to your Alpha and cum.”

It happens almost instantaneously, as if his words were directly connected to a trigger, your body exploding just as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your entire body locks up, mind going blank as the immense pleasure takes hold of you, leaving you clawing at his back and screaming silently into the air. 

The orgasm only serves to thicken the haze in your mind, clouding any thoughts that aren’t related to the Alpha above you and his cock. It takes a moment for your eyes to finally come back into focus enough to make out your surroundings, and you’re greeted by the sight of Jeno with his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence off of his digits. You’re burning so hot, so much hotter than you think you’ve been before, and it’s hard for you to function. All you can think about is his cock.

“Please,” You beg, swatting at him weakly. “Alpha please, I need you so bad.”

There’s no way that Jeno isn’t being affected by the pheromones clouding the air, but he manages to appear unbothered, his actions rough but nowhere near as desperate as yours. He just laughs lightly at your begging. “Aww, baby needs me?” The rhetorical question is punctuated by a slap, his hand coming down on your pussy hard enough to draw a yelp from you, thighs closing on his hand in a conflicting attempt to relieve the pressure from the hit and keep his hand on your cunt. He laughs meanly and pulls his hand away, drawing back slightly to spit onto your already soaking pussy, rubbing the spit into your skin while he talks. “This pussy belongs to me, yeah? You’re mine now.” Jeno leans down, mouth at your neck so that he can bite at the skin. “That means that I can do whatever I want with you.” You can’t speak, can’t even begin to think about what you should say in this situation. He presses a kiss to your jaw before pulling back and uses his free hand to turn your head so that you make eye contact with him. “Tell Alpha what you need.” “Need Alpha in me.” You beg, plead, flipping yourself over onto your hands and knees and arching your back, presenting yourself to him. “Need your knot, need you to fill me up, breed me, Alpha please-” Your sentence is cut off by his cock slamming into you, the filthy sound being drowned out by his groan. You gasp in relief, breathy thank you’s leaving you with each powerful thrust he delivers. His cock stretches you out so well, makes you go dizzy with the relief of finally having him in you. Your elbows give out nearly instantly, your chest hitting the mattress, and Jeno takes instant advantage of the new position to pull your hips even higher into the air.

It’s so good- almost too good- and it leaves you drooling and clawing at the sheets. All you can focus on is how well he’s fucking you, how he’s going to fill you up so well, breed you like he was meant to. 

You scream when he pulls out, alarm bells going off as your body instantly protests. It only lasts a second though, Jeno’s hands never leaving your body as he flips you onto your back. 

“Couldn’t see you,” Jeno pants out, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth and pushing back in, returning back to the brutal rhythm he had before. It has your eyes rolling in your head at how fucking good he feels. “My pretty baby, taking everything I give her.” 

He’s got you so fucked out that you don’t even realize your tongue is hanging out of your mouth until he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it out even more. “You love my cock, hmm? You love everything I give you.” The pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, the sensation making your toes curl and tears slide down your cheeks. “Such a fucking needy omega, isn’t that right?” He tugs on your tongue, your head following his actions as he leads you into nodding.

Jeno laughs and lets go of your tongue, dropping his face down to kiss at your neck. He sucks mark after mark into your skin, licking over each one to soothe it after, until he finally gets to your most sensitive, vulnerable spot. Even just the feeling of him close to your mating mark has your entire body aching for it, your neck craning to the side and pushing into his touch. The leverage you get from your legs wrapped around his waist has him pushing even deeper into you and you can feel his knot at your entrance, not quite fully swollen but definitely getting there. It has you absolutely keening, the thought of being so totally owned making you desperate.The sweet drag of his cock along your walls paired with the absolute filth he’s spewing has your body locking up with no warning, your orgasm ripping through you. You arch off the bed, the action only pushing you further onto his cock.

“God y/n, fuck!” Jeno curses, slamming his hips into you with even more force, his knot popping into your entrance and forcing the neediest sound you’ve ever made to leave your lips. You desperately wrap your limbs around him, trying to get him even closer, digging your heels into his ass to push him further inside. He grinds his hips against you one, two, three more times before he shudders, teeth clamping down right on your sweet spot as he comes. Jeno seems to come forever, filling you up with delicious warmth, making your body purr in satisfaction. He finally comes down, having the clarity of mind to tip the two of you onto your sides so that he doesn’t crush you when he collapses. He still tugs you close, arm thrown around your body possessively, his chin resting atop of your head.

“Told you it was intense.” You laugh out, trying to break the silence in the room. The heat’s subsided for now, but you’re still barely in your mind, and you have no idea how long the break will last. 

He huffs out a laugh, chest shaking against you. “I understand Jaemin now.” His hand pets over your back, sliding up to the back of your neck and scratching lightly at the skin there. “You alright?” “Mhmm, yeah. Perfect.” His fingertips press lightly against the mating mark, sending sparks shooting down your spine, and it has your head spinning. You try to adjust yourself against him in an effort to keep your cool, but moving has his cock shifting inside of you and you sleepily grind against him, not thinking. Jeno hisses and tightens his grip on you to keep you still, but the way he grabs your leg has him shifting inside of you and pressing against all the right places. Heat floods through you and your grinding turns more urgent. 

“Ohgod,” You moan, finding enough strength to push Jeno flat on his back. Your body has a mind of its own and you find yourself bouncing desperately on his cock. His knot has you locked into place and you’re barely able to move, but you can still swirl and grind your hips against him, feel the delicious friction of his knot against your entrance. “Alpha, it feels so good.”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucking knotdrunk, hmm? Can’t get enough.” Jeno shakes his head, laughs in a way that’s meant to mock you but it comes out strained. His hands are heavy on your ass, squeezing and slapping to feel the way it jiggles, to feel the way you clench around him with every hit. You throw your head back and let him do as he pleases, losing yourself entirely in how full you feel, in how good his knot feels in you. He buries his face into your chest, moving one hand from your ass to play with your tits, his mouth wasting no time in marking the delicate skin up. 

“Shit baby, gonna make me cum again.” His lips seal over your mating mark again in a sloppy kiss and that’s exactly the final push that you need, your eyes rolling back and your tongue lolling out as your cunt spasms around him, orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. Jeno groans as well, hand flying to your back to pull you as close as possible, and his knot pulses inside of you as you swear you feel more cum shoot out.

He shudders against you, tight grip finally relaxing, though he still keeps you anchored to his chest. You follow suit, collapsing against him. A tired moan leaves you and you let yourself relax, lips absentmindedly mouthing at his skin. His hand pets your back soothingly, touch heavy and sluggish, and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his lips on your forehead.

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

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Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[fic-dumpster]

DIHU presents *drum rolls* : The secret agenda of a man-child

Bonten!Mikey x Reader | ??? Words

Warnings: Fluff😵‍💫 like a lot. Gag ppl gag. Sanzu, yes. He is a warning.

A/N: I- I- I- I hate this 😔. Why y’all want him so bad? This is my crumbs of Mikey. Don’t expect more from him… he mine grrrrr. (im jk xD) it was supposed to be short Headcanons :c like 3 dots

Mikey may seem silent and uninterested, but in fact, he is not. The man-child is the most fucked up, lusting, daydreaming, craving you 24/7.

Mikey doesn't talk; his modern ass texts you every time he can. Even when you two are in the same room. Sometimes he texts you to tell you how you keep looking at Kokonoi, and you should stop that and look at him.

In the morning, because he’s the one who spends most nights at your place, he whines about waking up early and having to go to the office. He drags you back to bed and hugs you close, burying his face in your chest.

Mikey doesn't want to let go, and he doesn't. Sometimes Sanzu has to come and try, keyword try, to pull him out of bed or you, but that latter part wins him a kick in the face.

Now Sanzu dodges two of five kicks.

You stay quiet, brushing your fingers through his hair, which in return, he pulls you closer.

Sanzu stands there about to pop a vein.

One, because they have a lot of work to do, and two, he can’t join in bed either because Mikey will probably kick him out.

So Sanzu looks at you with those long lashes and puppy dog eyes. As if says “please help,” and how could you say no.

Once out of bed, thanks to your negotiations skills (not really, you just offered more alone time together), the car ride is more peaceful. Mikey tends to place his face on the crook of your neck. And today was no different.

While sitting in the back, anyone, who saw the two of you, would think that the small man is an octopus at this point. Arms, legs, face all over you.

Sanzu peeks from the rearview mirror once in a while and laughs at your state. Of course, he would like to be there but seeing the two most important people in his life brings him joy.

Besides, it's so rare to see Mikey so vulnerable. That's something Sanzu would never interrupt. Even if there is a pinch of jealousy in his heart, he could never.

You feel Mikey’s nose tickle your neck, and he takes deep whiffs of your scent and you feel your body heat up. Why does he always do that, you think to yourself.

Once, you asked if he wanted the same bottle since it was a unisex fragrance. Takeomi got it for you; it was a Jo Malone cologne, and sometimes you sprayed Kakucho’s CK, but you wouldn't tell him that. However, Mikey refused, saying only you smelled good to him.

“Okay! We have arrived!” Sanzu was eager to finally be able to get down.

“No, take us around the block,” Mikey as always would put excuses.

“But we already went three times!” The pinknette banged his head against the wheel, and you chuckled at the situation Sanzu was in. Although once the pinknette was on his own, he became the menace. Or sometimes even worse. So it was fair.

Mikey’s clingingness didn't end there. He doesn't show how attached he is to you in public, but that doesn't mean his eyes don't follow you everywhere you go.

If someone focused enough on him, they would see the change in his dead eyes. They were filled with adoration, admiring you from afar. Not that he had to, but he likes to watch you fluttering around the office, smiling and chatting with his executives.

He accepts that sharing is hard; sometimes, he thinks about ending the deal. But for your happiness, he would tolerate the others. Besides, you're safer this way, under their constant watch.

Your relationship with Mikey is the most complicated, yes. But it's also the most honest.

[pansyslut]

sugar mama

pansy x fem reader

summary: pansy dresses you up only to end up tearing it off of you

warnings: smut, pansy being a soft dom, oral, clit slapping

gif: @magnetism11

“where’s my favorite girl?” you heard pansy sing out, entering the house. springing up, you run to the enterance and jump into her arms.

“i’ve missed you, y/n”

“i’ve missed you more, mama”

pressing a kiss below your ear, she sets you back on your feet. you stand there in her arms for a couple moments as she lays her forehead on yours. “i’m sorry it took so long, princess.” she says softly. you shrug and grab her hand, guiding her to the living room.

it had been almost three weeks since you two had seen each other and with how tactile and clingy both of you were, separation anxiety had long kicked in. of course, you understood. pansy is a hotshot lawyer and sometimes it meant having to travel to bigger clients and having to spend time apart. you signed up for that as soon as you started seeing her but it didn’t mean it didn’t suck.

when pansy had met you not more than two years ago, you had been working some minimum wage worthless job. for some reason, she saw something in you and the rest had fallen into place. although many people frown upon your relationship, you and pansy were unbelievably happy. she took care of you financially, you took care of her mentally, you both needed each other as much as the other.

even though your relationship wasn’t exactly ‘normal’ you still loved each other; you still treated each other as equals. it just so happens that pansy is comfortable as she would say and liked to flaunt you off. her love language was definitely showering you in gifts and affection. even though you might had been uncomfortable with it at first, you knew it wasn’t a place out of pity but out of love.

one of her favorite things to do was dress you up and take you out to overpriced place. she would say you were ‘her little doll’ as she dressed you up. sometimes if she was feeling bold, she would fly her private jet up to somewhere nice and take you there for the evening. or surprise you with a mini vacation.

laying down onto the sofa, you blanket yourself over the girl and shove your face into her neck. you lay in each other’s presence for so long it could’ve been an hour just holding each other. hearing your butler sam bring in pansy’s things knock you out of your state.

lifting your head up you ask, “have you ate? would you like me to make you food?” she smiles at you and shakes her head, “i’ll just have wine. pour yourself some too, i wanna stay in with you tonight.”

knodding, you get up and make your way to the kitchen to pour both of you glasses. shrugging, you decide to take the bottle and go back to the living room to see pansy gone. you call out her name but don’t get an answer. you hear the faint click of her heels near the front of the house.

she reappears with a various amount of shopping bags in her hands, smiling ear to ear. shaking your head at your girlfriend, you chuckle to yourself, “of course you went shopping while you were away.”

setting about ten bags in front of you, she grabs her glass and gulps her wine down. setting the glass back down and sitting next to you, she wraps her arms around your neck. “i’m so excited for you to see, i got as a bunch of corresponding dresses and shoes and lingerie- you’ll love it.”

she makes you open each and every bag as she rambled on about each thing she got you and how you would look absolutely ravishing in each thing. opening a big box wrapped in a silk red bow, you look up to see her smirking at you. motioning for you to open it, it reveals a bunch of sets of lingerie.

she grabs two sets out of the box, “look baby, you’d look so pretty in this. try it on for me, will you?” she says with an innocent look in her eyes. you knew exactly where this was heading. everytime she asked you to try something on it just ended up with her fucking you into oblivion.

letting your tshirt of hers you had stolen fall to the floor, you rip off the tags of everything and stand in front of her with a lace emerald green matching bra and thong. you swore everytime you end up naked in front of her, her eyes made you feel like the prettiest person in the world. she would stare at you, drinking you in, with a look of awe on her face.

she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her matching emerald green one piece. “come here, princess.” she says pulling you into her lap. she starts peppering kisses all over your face making both of you giggle.

“let’s go to bed, baby” nodding your head, you stand up and grab her hand. she haults motioning for you to wait and starts rummaging through the bags once again. pulling out a pair of heels with diamonds all over them. she goes on her knees in front of you and places one foot in each heel then muttering to herself, “perfect.”

taking your hand in hers again, you both walk to your bedroom. as soon as you opened the door, pansy’s hands were on your hips and spun you around, connecting your lips. she pushes against you so you walk back and fall onto the bed but never break away from each other. she positions you under her as you wrap you legs around her waist.

she teasingly runs her middle finger over your clothed heat making you squirm. kissing down your neck and the valley between your breasts, she stops with her face directly in front of your center. pressing kisses in your inner thighs as she looks up at you, “i’ve missed your sweet pussy.”

moaning and arching your back, your entire body is begging for her. squeezing your thighs involuntarily, she sends you a stern look and pushes your legs apart further. whining, “please momma i need you.”

“you need my what, darling? use your words,” she says kissing directly on your pussy. instead of replying you try to tear off your thong but she seats your hand away. “bunny if you want to do this the hard way we can do that,” she says pausing and running her tongue over your center, “but i’ve missed you and it’s been too long. i know you can be a good girl for me, can’t you?”

hastily nodding your head, she smiles up at you. her eyes switch back to your body and tears off your lace thong and pressed a kiss to your clit. “you look so pretty all dressed up for me, doll. you like momma dressing you up don’t you?”

you press your heels into her back and moan. clicking her tongue, “i’ve told you to use your words. you deliberately continue to disobey me when i’ve told you what would happen,” she says and slaps your clit harshly, “the more you defy me, the more slaps you get.”

“yes, ma’am”

she buried her head back inside your cunt and starts licking and sucking just the way she knew you liked. you were already starting feeling hazy as your moans grow louder and louder.

“momma, please” you beg. pansy continues fucking you with her tongue even deeper than before. your hips were running wild as you begged her for your release. she gripped your thighs and pushed you further down into the bed. you swear she was eating you out like it was her last fucking meal.

“bunny are you gonna cum? cum for momma, i know you can.” as she’s rubbing your sensitive bud, your euphoric feeling washes over you. arching your back and gripping her slicked back hair you call out her name.

your body falls limp as the feelings takes over your body. while trying to catch your breath, pansy licks up the rest of the cum on your thighs. kissing up to your neck she connects her lips to yours for a moment. drawing back, she peppers kisses over your upper torso.

the hazy feeling doesn’t leave your body as it usually does. you feel in a joyous daze like nothing before. her kisses feel like the best thing in the world. pulling her back to you, you push your face into her neck.

pansy rolls over so you were on top of her in her arms. “you were so good, bunny. i love you so much,” she says while running her hands down your sides. laying in her arms for a few moments you simply enjoy each other’s company.

kissing your temple, her arms unlatch from you but you stay connected to her. she chuckles, “baby i need to clean you up alright?”

you relectantly let her go and kiss her once more. you watch as she gets up and walks to the connected bathroom. you hear her call out, “do you wanna take a bath, bubs?” her head pops out to find you barely awake as you just shake your head and yawn while rubbing your eyes.

you hear her walk back in and you open your eyes. she sweetly smiles down at you making you giggle. she brings a washcloth to your center and starts cleaning up what she didn’t already with her tongue. you feel her touch your sensitive bud as you squirm. she pouts down as you, “i know i’m sorry, sweet pea. i’m trying to be careful.”

you feel her taking off your heels and bra and drop them to the floor. you didn’t care that you were entirely naked in front of her you just wanted to be in her arms.

yanking her hand before she walks away, she looks back at you and her face softens. you watch as she takes off her blouse, pants, and heels as she stands fully in her matching lingerie. you frown slightly as you start to feel bad that you didn’t make her cum but your body was slowly giving out. you could barely keep your eyes open.

as if reading your mind, she reassures you, “it’s okay, bub. i just wanna hold you, you can repay me later.” nodding, you move over to let her lay down but she pulls you closer to her and rests her chin on your head.

she softly coos you to sleep, caressing your body. “sleep, bunny. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

[elysianslove]

Hello thank you accepting requests and spending time writing for us all! Could I request something like a timid Succubus!reader or some sexual curse thinking Yuji would be good to feed off on a night where she’s really hungry, but then bumps into Sukusa taking control and just fucking reader until she feels so full she doesn’t need to feed for a looooong while? (⌒▽⌒) Have fun!!

hi!!! thank you so much for your words eeeeee 

anyways! more sukuna smut yay! eat up, simps <3 it’s not a yuuji smut but he’s still aged up here due to the sexual implications towards him at the start

warnings; angry unprotected sex between two creatures, with so much degradation and a lotta hair pulling. some choking. yum. this is so filthy pls

━ you first take notice of him on the cloudiest night in japan, where the moon is barely visible behind the curtain of wispy fluff. it still manages to shine through, just enough for you to spot him from where you stand among the trees. hungry eyes scan his body: he’s tall, strong and muscular, and there’s a lingering sense of innocence that makes your mouth water all that much. as he tilts his head back and laughs, exposing his throat to you, you feel an overwhelming sense of desire bubble at the pit of your stomach. with one last look at him, you make your decision, and fall back with the shadows.

it’s humid in the small cabin you reside in, the world around you lulling itself to sleep. the boy is in a deep slumber on your couch, snoring softly, and you resist the urge to bite into his flesh while he’s so vulnerable. you’ll take joy in his reactions, in something so strong and sturdy beneath you. of course, you’d played your part, seducing him until the consent fell off his tongue in pretty waves, because it’s never fun if they try to resist. it’s always better when they succumb to the overwhelming pleasure you pull out of them.

the clock ticks three times before you let out a restless sigh, opting instead of waiting around for him to wake up to walk out of the small room into your kitchen, a cold glass of water finding its way into your hand. you gulp it down quickly, but the shiver that courses through you isn’t due to the ice that lingers in the glass.

there’s something behind you.

someone.

you’re inhumanely fast as you spin around, nails sharp and teeth bared, but they’re much faster. your wrists are in their grasp in seconds, and you’re pushed up against the wall quicker than you can blink. blink and register that this is the same boy you’ve lured into your domain, but it’s also not. the surprise upon seeing this — this man, in all his angry, tattooed glory, brings your guard down a moment too long, and you find yourself stuck between the physical wall behind you, and the wall of flesh before you.

“why do you have my vessel captive?” he sneers at you, and your anger boils back up into your chest.

it clicks into place, all at once, and you narrow your eyes. “curse,” you spit at him.

“demon,” he bites back. “answer me.”

“i owe you nothing,” you retort angrily. your wrists twist underneath his grasp, attempting to get away, but he doesn’t budge, and fuck is he strong. he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move an inch, only tightens his fists, digging his nails into your skin. you bite back the urge to flinch from under his stare. “you’re not who i want,” you add in a low voice.

for a moment, his grasp loosens, enough for you to lift a knee aimed at his abdomen, kicking at him with all your might. it does more to injure you than it does him, especially because of the fact that you dwell at your weakest, hungry and unsatisfied. you’re about to slip out from underneath his arm, but his hand finds your hair, tugging at it so harshly it emits a surprised and pained shout from your lips. your face is roughly pushed up against the wall, hands pressing to steady yourself, his hand remaining in your hair.

he tugs again, and another yell falls from your lips. his lower body is pressed against yours, hips keeping yours from moving, while his other hand rises to grip your jaw, carelessly digging his nails in. “answer me,” he repeats himself, and you notice his voice is surprisingly lower.

when you shift your hips, in an attempt to move away from him, an attempt to fix this uncomfortable position, you feel it, hard and poking at your lower back, and you laugh, loud and boisterous and mocking. he digs his nails deeper as a show of anger, but he only grows harder, so you laugh, and laugh, and laugh until your breathless.

and then, with a sultry, taunting, and dismissive voice, you say, “you’ll have to do.”

it doesn’t take long for him to finally understand, to process that you not only identify as a demon, but one that feeds on sexual intercourse. and it doesn’t take you long to realize that you may not be the first of your kind to come across him. you are, however, the first who’s face he’s fucked.

your back is once again pressed up against the same wall, but your on your knees, hands gripping his thighs, and face stuffed with his cock. it feels so good, and he tastes even better. you can feel every drag of his cock as he thrusts into your mouth, and you gag and choke but it’s everything you’ve ever needed. the desire doesn’t fade away, though, it only thrums and builds in your stomach and chest and spreads across your limbs. he’s so big in your mouth, stretching your lips and jaw wide, and it’s aching, it hurts, and there are tears stinging the corner of your eyes and your face is flushed and your chest is heaving, but your eyes are also rolling back from the pleasure.

it’s dizzying how obscene this is, and it hits you with outstanding suddenness that the other boy, the vessel, would have never done this. the control would have been entirely in your hands. you yourself would have led his cock down your throat, swallowed around him and choked until you had no air left in your lungs. but this curse, sukuna as you’d found, holds the reigns entirely himself. you have absolute no control over the way he thrusts in your mouth, even when he buries himself deep, holding your head steady as the lack of oxygen hits your brain, even as you start thrashing and your arms start flailing and you continuously slap at his thighs.

he doesn’t relent, and the scariest part is that you fucking love it.

your throat bobs as you swallow around him, gagging as he sinks deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. your mouth widens to accommodate his size, your throat spasming in an attempt to get accustomed to the intrusion. “fucking whore,” he spits out as he drags you away by your hair. drool spills from your mouth, your lips glistening with spit and precum, a single line of it connecting you to his dick. you don’t attempt to shy away when he tilts your head back, instead, you smirk up at him, sucking in a sharp breath and licking at your lips.

“so you still need that brattiness fucked out of you?” he taunts. his hand twists your hair and he pulls you up. instinctively, your hands fly up to curl at his wrist, gripping it tightly. with anger guiding him, he leads you to the couch in the living room. “need to put in your place, hm?” he adds, pushing you down across the couch’s arm, baring you to him entirely, the thin shawl you’d had on completely disregarded in the kitchen.

your hands fall before you, steadying your body, as his hands grip at your hips, down to your ass, where he kneads at the flesh. small whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to squeeze and pinch at the back of your thighs, quick pants tumbling out while his nails scratch and mark you. fuck, you are going insane.

with a breathless gasp, you turn your head, fixing him with a challenging glare. “sounds like you’re all talk,” you tease, reveling in the way his face twists furiously.

unexpectedly, his palm strikes down against your ass, and you squeal, hips rutting and legs swinging at the shock of the impact. “shut the fuck up,” he warns you, his hand landing another harsh smack, and despite the pain that shudders through you, and the heat searing from your ass, your back arches into him, pushing back against him. “yeah,” he encourages in a low voice, his other hand smacking your other cheek. “that’s all you’re good for.” he hits you again, and you have to bite back a whimper of pleasure, opting to bring a hand to your mouth and biting into the flesh of your palm instead as he continues to smack at your ass, unrelenting and unforgiving, never once holding back on you. “getting fucked and used— i know you’re fucking enjoying this,” he adds.

if he continues to deprive you of what you really need, you’re afraid you’ll have to resort to begging for it. “then fuck me,” you groan. “use me.”

you expect him to break, to falter, to finally satiate you, but he doesn’t. instead, he falls forward, leaning close to you with two steady hands gripping your hips. and then, against your ear, with his heavy, wet cock pressed against the small of your back, he growls, “beg for it like the whore you are,” and you find you have no option but to do so.

humiliatingly, you dissolve into a fit of sobs, your hips pathetically and aimlessly rutting and pushing back against him, desperate and wanting as you cry out a chorus of, “please, please, please—“ like it’s the only word you know. his nails dig deeper into your skin as your pleading rises in volume and without warning, he sinks into you, bottoming out. the scream of shock and pain and confused pleasure that tumbles out of your lips is terrifying, and it dies out into a sob, your head falling back down, forehead pressing against the cushions of the couch.

he feels so good. he’s filling you up in ways you’d never imagined you could be, and the pleasure he drowns you in is stupefying you, numbing all your limbs. you feel on fire with how overwhelmed you are, and you doubt the need to feed will overcome you for months.

the drag of his cock against the tightness of your walls is intoxicating, and you can feel every part of him as he pulls out, only to sink back in deeper. with every thrust, a yell is dragged out from your lips, broken, helpless sobs tumbling out. he fucks you stupid, hard and fast and deep, exactly the way you need it. you can feel yourself dripping and drenching your thighs and the couch’s arm beneath you, and you can hear the squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock in with every thrust.

“so,” you sob, “fucking,” another hiccup, “full.” you yell out again, grip on the edge of the cushions whitening your knuckles.

“taking it like the good, little cum slut you are, hm?” he keens. your eyes roll back at the words, and fuck, who knew you’d be like this? one particular harsh thrust pushes you forward, brushing your clit against the rough fabric of the couch. it has you trembling uncontrollably, how with every thrust your clit is being stimulated, and his cock keeps brushing and dragging along the sweet spot within you until your orgasm is hitting you all of a sudden, sending you into momentary shock before your lower body is shaking terribly, hips pushing and pressing and trembling.

the couch’s cushions are damp with your drool and spit and tears as you gasp and shake and shudder and cry. he doesn’t stop. he’s not stopping.

oh, fuck.  

with a hand in your hair pulling you up, and another hand finding its way around your throat, he squeezes tightly, pressing his lips against your neck and whispering, “i’m not done with you yet,” before sinking his teeth in, marking you in every way possible.

end note; brb gotta cleanse myself 

[qyuoza]

Dream Reality #3: Accident Prone — Beomgyu

Prompt: Y/n and Beomgyu sleeping on top of each other (in the bed, couch, where ever you prefer) when Beomgyu flops down on the floor.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Beomgyu x gn!reader

Synopsis: After a hard week of practicing for the tour, Beomgyu decides to spend his last few days in Korea with you. Though, his clumsiness tends to shine a lot more when you’re both alone.

Disclaimer: These stories do not depict how the Tomorrow X Together members act in real life. Everything is pure fiction and is written for entertainment.

Warnings: n/a

Magic Island Masterlist

You hear the jangling of keys outside your door and smile to yourself. Beomgyu was home after the first concert that’ll kick off their world tour, which could only mean that the remaining days leading up to the overseas leg of it would be spent with you.

“Beomie! You’re home, I was at the concert but I had to leave due to an emergency coming up on short notice” you say sadly with a pout as you see your boyfriend enter the apartment. Beomgyu shakes his head with a tired smile and drops his bag onto floor, walking into the kitchen.

“It’s fine, I saw you and looked straight at you in the crowd when we sang Magic Island” he chuckles while back hugging you. You blush at the sound of his deep voice and hit his shoulder, feeling very flustered.

“Hey don’t make me go crazy over your deep voice now” you retort, which only made Beomgyu bury his face deeper into your shoulder. You could feel his smile form, so you turned around to face him, his handsome face greeting you.

“You should go rest, I’ll finish this up and we can cuddle and talk the night away. We only have a week left until you fly to Chicago after all” Beomgyu nods and kisses your lips before walking to the couch to take a short nap.

You could see his reflection in the mirror beside the tv, and you couldn’t hold your laugh. He looked so adorable cuddled up in the warm pillows with a teddy bear blanket over his body.

‘Sometimes I forget my boyfriend is a 180cm giant’ you say to yourself, while plating the pasta and honey tteok (rice cakes that you dip in honey) you made. Placing them on a tray, you then brought them over to the coffee table so Beomgyu wouldn’t have to move from his place on the couch.

“Gyu, wake up. I made you pasta and got you honey tteok” you wake him up softly. Beomgyu stirs and gives you a sleepy smile, and of course, you couldn’t resist the urge as you pat his head softly.

“The blonde looks so good on you, I hope you’re not changing your hair color any time soon while the tour is going on” you whisper softly.

“Don’t think I won’t yet, but we’ll see. Since you like it, I’ll try to convince the company not to change it” Beomgyu chuckles.

He sits up on the couch and pats the seat beside him, urging for you to be by his side. You immediately agree as you decide to pull the foot rest over and recline the end of the sofa, just so it turned into a makeshift bed.

“I’m glad I make enough money to buy us this couch, seriously. Otherwise we would never be able to sit comfortably” Beomgyu laughed while resting an arm around your waist.

“I can’t thank you enough for working so hard Gyu, I hope you don’t overwork yourself on the tour and get hurt. Otherwise, I’d have to take the first plane to wherever you are and scold you” you joke.

Beomgyu shovels a piece of pasta into his mouth before giving you a look. “Wow someone’s obsessed with me, aren’t you?” he laughs.

“Keep your mouth closed while you eat please” you huff and roll your eyes. He grins and feeds you a bit of the food you’ve made.

“It’s good, not gonna lie I might surpass Taehyun in cooking” Beomgyu nods but you suddenly shake your head almost immediately.

As the clock reached three, you saw Beomgyu start to nod off in between conversations and decided to head to bed. Though, Beomgyu couldn’t leave the couch, so you decided to join him after changing into pajamas.

Thank goodness (again) the couch was big enough to fit you both, because you could comfortably snuggle up into his side.

“Mhm, Y/n can you move over a bit” Beomgyu hums in his sleep. You decide to move to his other side, but then you hear a thump and a soft groan coming from the floor.

“Beomgyu! Are you ok? Ohmygod, I’m so sorry” you exclaim, and check on your boyfriend. Beomgyu gives you a thumbs up from the floor and you laugh because you were worried over nothing.

“It’s fine baby, let’s move to the bedroom so we can sleep without worrying about us falling” Beomgyu chuckles.

Before you could even gather the blankets and pillows, the male had already scooped you up in his arms and brought you over to the bedroom before cuddling into you.

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[queenshelby]

The Policeman’s Daughter – Part Four

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mention of Assault and Sexual Abuse, Mention of Suicide, Murder, Fluff, Slow Burn Smut, Drugs

Words: 2,878

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Tommy’s Residence, Birmingham, 18 September 1924

‘Mr Shelby, shall we prepare breakfast?’ Francis asked as you and Tommy stumbled into the house at around 9 o’clock in the morning, your clothes covered in mud and dirt and your hair messy.

‘What?’ Tommy said, still laughing about the incident near the pond.

‘Breakfast Mr Shelby?’ Francis asked with a smile, seeing Tommy laugh for the first time since Grace’s passing.

‘We will have breakfast at 10 o’clock, eh?’ Tommy asked, looking at you. You nodded, smiling at Tommy as you did.

‘Thank you, Francis’ Tommy said before pulling a few leaves out from your hair which had been caught there earlier.

‘You’re welcome Mr Shelby’ Francis said before informing Tommy that his sister had picked up Charles at 8 o’clock to take him to the fair as she had promised.

After your brief encounter with Francis, you and Tommy made your way upstairs and quickly undressed before you shared a bath together.

‘I am not sure if we both fit in here?’ you said as you watched Tommy sink into the bathtub.

‘We will. Common’ he grinned and you breathed deeply for a few seconds as you stepped into the tub before reclining back, easing your torso into the welcoming embrace of the lavender scented water and against Tommy’s chest.

Tommy quickly moved the hair out of your face and over to one side before gently giving your neck a kiss.

‘I never quite met anyone like you’ Tommy chuckled, taking desire in your gypsy roots and your shy beauty.

‘Nor have I met anyone quite like you Tommy’ you said as you nudged your face against his nose gently, wanting him to continue kissing your neck.

He chuckled quickly at your eagerness and continued to plant small kisses and nibs across your neck while wrapping his arms and legs around you.

His hands eventually bushed over your breasts, rubbing and kneading them and Tommy could feel your hard, bullet like nipples in the palm of his hand.

‘Hmm Tommy’ you moaned as he gently tweaked them and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. The pleasure was intense, and your body was crying out for more.

You were squirming back against Tommy and he released your left breast and reached down in between your legs.

His fingers parted your lips before moving to your clit, gently rubbing it.

‘Oh Tommy’ you moaned as your arousal was intense and you once again lost yourself to Tommy’s touch.

‘I want you to cum for me Love’ Tommy whispered as, suddenly he slipped two fingers into your wet entrance.

‘So fucking wet inside, eh’ Tommy smirked satisfied and it wasn’t long until you felt a huge orgasm approaching.

Your eyes were closed as you engulfed in the pleasure Tommy was giving you with his thrusting fingers, right against your g-spot.

‘Fuck, Tommy’ you moaned as, finally, you climaxed and your walls contracted around Tommy’s fingers.

‘That’s it Love, cum on my fingers’ Tommy groaned and so you did, hard and fast, legs shaking while Tommy held you in place.

After a minute or two when you finally came down from your high, you could still feel the tingling sensation everywhere while Tommy washed your body gently with a bar of soap.

‘Hmm, thank you’ you moaned, opening your eyes as your body was covered in soap which is when, suddenly, you heard a knock on the door.

‘Telephone Mr Shelby. It’s your brother Arthur. Apparently, it is urgent’ Francis said and Tommy responded with a short ‘fuck’ before getting up and out of the bath quickly.

***

Following Tommy’s telephone call, you met him in the dining room to have breakfast before spending the remainder of the day in the stables with the horses and reading while Tommy had to attend to some urgent business matters.

You kept pondering on about what it was that he did for work. He owned several factories in Birmingham but constantly seemed to encounter trouble of some sort.

Over the course of the day, you had also realised that he owned several guns and weapons. But why, you didn’t know.

‘I am sorry that I only got to spend half of the day with you’ Tommy said when he eventually joined you in the reading room at around 7 o’clock that day. ‘No more business for today’ he then promised you.

‘It’s fine Tommy, really’ you said as he sat down next to you and you were quick to cup his face and draw him close for a kiss.

But it wasn’t just one kiss you were sharing. You and Tommy were kissing for a good fifteen minutes, each round growing more fierce and desperate than the last. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, even more than the night before.

‘Tommy?’ you said quietly in between the very heated and passionate kisses.

‘Yes Love’ he whispered while caressing your face as his deep blue eyes looked deeply into yours.

‘I want to feel you. All of you’ you then said while reaching immediately for the zipper of his pants. You never felt so wanton, so eager to be with someone. As if a dam broke somewhere inside you, carrying you away with its tide.

‘Slow down Love, we’ve got time’ he said, grinning at you.

‘Let’s go upstairs, eh?’ he then suggested and you nodded eagerly before following him to the bedroom.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Tommy walked you back to his bed, unbuttoning the shirt of his that you were wearing and then leaving you in nothing but your panties.

‘Tommy, I want you so badly’ you whispered before doing the same to the shirt that he was wearing, leaving him wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Nice and slow, eh’ Tommy said, slowing you down again as you both climbed onto the bed together.

Within seconds, his warm body was a comfortable weight atop yours and you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him closer to you, sighing in contentment as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Your heart felt full, almost to the point of bursting out of your chest with sheer joy.

He kissed your cheek, your jaw and then descended down to your throat. A startled gasp escaped you when he kissed a particularly sensitive region. His lips quirked into a devilish grin as he spent more time on that place, licking and nibbling and eliciting small gasps from you.

Holding your chin, he made you look up at him. His eyes sincere, full of love and understanding.

‘You’re beautiful and I am a very lucky man’ he then said simply, and just like that, a sense of peace and calm replaced your sense of nervousness.

Tommy then leaned down and kissed you once more before continuing on. ‘If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop’ he reassured you.

You nodded gratefully and he drew another lingering kiss from your lips and then kissed your sternum, down to your cleavage and your bare breasts.

His warm hands made your breath catch as they caressed the sensitive underside, hefting your breasts and worshipping them slowly. Your insides clenched with pleasure as he rubbed your hardened nubs, rubbing and rolling them over before bringing his lips down onto them.

‘Oh’ you gasped as Tommy’s wet tongue flicked over your flesh.

Your eyelids shut down as you took in the sensory overload of your two nipples being stimulated simultaneously. You never noticed his other hand moving down onto the crotch of your panties and you jerked as his tentative fingers rubbed your slit through my moist underwear.

As Tommy was stimulating you, you finally seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and undergarments down his legs at one go before he could protest. His cock jumped up, freed at last and you held the warm throbbing flesh with your hand, marveling at its warmth and inherent pulsating beat.

‘I need you inside of me Tommy’ you whispered, caressing his face as you did.

Tommy kicked his legs to work his pants down all the way as you continued to stroke him gently and when they were down around his ankles he grabbed your legs behind the knees gently. After he pushed down your panties, throwing them onto the floor besides the bed, he lifted your legs up and spread them apart, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance.

‘Are you sure about this Love?’ Tommy asked again quietly and you nodded in the affirmative as your hips rocked up against him, teasing him.

Tommy let out a gentle groan as he felt your wetness on the tip of his cock and began to slide his length over the lips of your sex gently.

After his tip had been lubricated enough, he gently pushed inside you a little, spreading your lips, before withdrawing again.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, desperate for more, but he was determined to take it slow, pushing in a little deeper as he entered you again.  

He pushed down a little further with each thrust, wetting its length with each stroke until, finally, he was buried all the way inside you.

‘Oh god’ you moaned and Tommy could clearly feel the wet heat that was enveloping his cock as he slowly began to slide in and out of you with deep but slow thrusts.

You wrapped your arms around Tommy and pulled him up for a passionate kiss and you lay like that, joined at the hips while you furiously kissed, tongues fighting for supremacy and breathing like you had both run a race.

Tommy then began to pull out until only the head of his cock remained in you and then slowly pushed back in again. Slow deep strokes, savoring the feelings of being joined together with you. The warm, wet friction was overwhelming. As he slowly stroked in and out of you tight pussy he began to slide his hips from side to side. Each stroke in and out was a change in direction, the head of his cock sliding across different areas of your mound, stimulating you in new and different ways.

‘Yes Tommy, fuck’ you began to scream as he continued to make love to you. Bucking up your hips, you indicated for him to go faster, to take you harder.

With several loud groans, Tommy continued to pound in and out of you, picking up the pace at your urging. You felt incredibly tight around his cock and he struggled to hold back much longer, having wanted to feel you for so long.

You could tell he was close and the thought of Tommy filling you with his warm cum drove you wild, sending you closer and closer to your own orgasm.

‘Come in me Tommy. I want to feel you come inside me’ you begged and Tommy pounded deep into you and grunted with each thrust.

‘Fuck yes’ you moaned again as he picked up speed and, just as he did, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

While screaming his name for all to hear, your walls contracted around him while your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

‘Oh god yes Tommy’ you cried, tears of joy running down your face, as your orgasm washed over you hard and fast and unlike anything else you had ever felt.

Your arousal and watching you come undone beneath him caused to Tommy to groan loudly. He could feel his balls tightening and knew the end was at hand.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as he felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of his cock. With that, he slammed himself as deep into your pussy as he could and held himself tightly against you and rocked from side to side.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, feeling Tommy’s cum fill you as he held himself tight against you, never wanting to pull out.

‘You feel so fucking good’ Tommy groaned again as you milked the last drop from him with your tight walls.

‘I want you to stay inside me forever Tommy’ you whispered before pulling him close for another kiss and, after a little while, his cock began to soften and he pushed himself tighter still against you to delay the inevitable while continuing to kiss you deeply.

After sharing deep passionate kisses for a few minutes, his shriveled cock slid out of you and your mixed fluids began to leak from your wet slit.

It felt incredible, knowing that you had united in the way you did.

Tommy eventually rolled of you and, while laying side by side you continued to kiss and caress each other while your breathing slowly returned to normal.

Tommy then kissed across your breast and slipped your nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he ran his hand across your body and down over your mound.

‘Oh my god Tommy’ you said in disbelieve as you reached down in between his legs as well, realising that his cock was hardening again.

‘That’s what you do to me Love’ Tommy grinned as, all of a sudden, he heard a car pull up in the driveway.

He jumped up quickly, put on his pants before reaching for the gun he left inside the chest of draws in the bedroom.

‘Tommy?’ you asked with concern but, just as you did, he put the gun back down, realising that it was his aunt Polly and her son Michael who were coming into the house.

‘Sorry Love. We will have to continue this later, eh’ Tommy said, causing you to pout.

‘I will make it up to you’ Tommy then grinned before pressing his lips onto yours once more for a quick but passionate kiss.

‘After you are done with business, you better going fuck me all night long Mr Shelby’ you said with determination just before Tommy left the bedroom.

‘That can be arranged’ he winked as he walked out of the door.

‘We’ve got a problem’ Polly said as soon as Tommy walked into the office on the lower floor of his house where Michael and Polly were already waiting for him.

‘This better be urgent as I am fucking busy, eh’ Tommy growled as he sat down, unbothered by the fact that he was still half naked, wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Here are the names and addresses of the three men who went to London. They report to a said Major James Y/LN, living at 132 Downing Lane, Birmingham. He also is in London at the moment’ Polly explained.

‘Fuck’ Tommy said as he realised that the man in charge was your father.

‘Do you know what he wants?’ Tommy then asked, swallowing harshly when he did.

‘See you hang and us in jail I would say’ Polly said as she threw a stack of papers onto Tommy’s desk with file notes from a source Michael had in London.

‘We can take him out, but we need to do it tonight Tom. We have men in London who can do it’ Michael then suggested while Tommy started to look through the papers.

‘No’ Tommy then said, causing Polly to shout and argue.

‘Tommy, he will hang you, probably us too. We have the chance to take him tonight. We need to do this’ Polly argued.

‘No Pol. I will deal with it, eh’ Tommy responded angrily.

‘It’s because of her, isn’t it? You are fucking her, aren’t you? Michael has told me about the security guards at the address and the payoffs’ Polly said, causing Tommy to sigh.

‘She’s got nothing to do with any of this Pol’ Tommy growled.

‘Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you fall for a fucking spy, now would it Tommy?’ Polly growled harshly, thinking back at when Tommy got involved with Grace.

‘I said I fucking deal with it, Pol’ Tommy shouted and it was at this point that Polly got even more upset and angry.

‘If you don’t, I will and if I have to kill them both, then so be it. I am not losing my son over this. You’ve got one week Tommy’ Polly said before telling Michael that it was time to go.

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[sokkascroptop]

traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 26

part 1 | part 25

a/n: no matter how long you have been here, just know i'm extremely grateful for anyone who's read this fic. now here's the latest chapter.

Sometimes it felt like the days dragged on. Each and every hour was laid out just like the day before–the week before. It made time seem endless, even though Y/N knew it definitely was not. Sozin’s Comet was getting closer and closer each day. Y/N didn’t know if it was the anticipation for that long fated day or if it was some buried fire bender gene in her body, warning her of something to come. She could feel it deep within her bones. She woke up earlier and earlier each day, no matter how late her night ended up. And each day the sun greeted her with warm yellow light that made the air a little easier to breathe.

As they moved further south and into Fire Nation territory, Zuko made mention of Ember Island as a place to hide out. The island–or chain of islands, really–were close enough to Caldera City that it would be a good place for them to lay low and wait, as well as uninhabited by enough people that they could lay low.

Y/N thought it was a little risky to be living in the Fire Lord’s Ember Island house, but Zuko was probably right, this was going to be the last place anyone would look for them. Maybe Y/N was just unsettled about being back, so close to Caldera City, or maybe it was being back on Ember Island for the first time since she was 9.

Somewhere between the temple and the beach house, Y/N tired of training. It just added to the monotony, and so she just…stopped. Instead, she spent her days on the beach, sometimes alone–often with the others though–playing in the tide pools and skim-boarding on the sand. And sometimes, if she felt like she didn’t have enough time on her own to recharge, she’d leave in the night, either through her window or the front door to take a walk on the beach in the moonlight. Only to come back and wake up a few hours later, ready for sunrise.

Today was no different, though the sun was already peeking over the horizon and into her room when her eyes peeled open.

The wooden floors creaked under Y/N’s feet as she crept out of her room silently.

Each board was smooth under her bare toes, not well-worn by many little feet running across them year after year but made that way before they were even built into the house, for no doubt a hefty fee. The beach house was… cold, to say the least. It just felt like each pore of the house seeped something uninviting, reminding them that they shouldn’t be there. It wasn’t just Y/N who felt it, they all spent as little time as possible in the house.

She padded into the kitchen and struck their flint to start a fire under the stove–mostly unneeded since Zuko had joined their group–but wholly necessary when he wasn’t around to be their fire-starter. Y/N didn’t mind doing it this way, it felt nice being able to do something with her own hands for once instead of relying on the others to make clean water or heat up the food. She boiled just enough water for one cup of tea before heading out to the courtyard where she knew at least two of her friends would be awake.

Y/N didn’t like feeling optimistic. It was a terrifying feeling. There was so much riding on their success; she didn’t want to spend so much energy on hoping only to have it all dashed away if things didn’t go their way. It would be too heartbreaking. But watching Aang, she could. They weren’t even sparring and she could see the power behind every blast of fire. And she had hope for their future. She had to; she wasn’t going to lose her friends.

“You’re doing that one wrong,” Y/N said from the shadows on the porch. She held her warm cup to her chest, the breeze blowing in from the ocean was keeping the courtyard chilly until the sun could rise high enough to heat the island.

Aang didn’t seem too surprised to hear her voice. “Doing what wrong?” He asked, confused.

Zuko frowned up at Y/N from his seat on the steps but nodded to Aang. “She’s right, you have to dip further down so when you come up the fire creates more of an arc.”

Aang pushed through a few more poses before Zuko stood up and joined him. Y/N stole his seat and pulled her legs up to cross them. She watched as they moved in tandem, working though the most basic of firebending forms all the way up to a few advanced ones. Memories flooded Y/N’s head so fast it made her dizzy. She remembered sitting just like she was now, watching her two brothers work through their forms when she was younger. On chilly mornings, much like today, she would wrap herself in a blanket nest and sip on tea that was much too sweet as they worked well into mid morning. In a sudden rush of affection she realized she was doing much of the same thing, just years and years later.

Aang had learned fast. That was good. She set down her empty cup as the two boys headed back to her, both sweaty from their training. “Good job, Aang! You’re doing great!”

Aang beamed with pride. “Thanks, Y/N!

“Don’t be so encouraging, he’s still got a lot to learn,” Zuko grumbled, taking a seat on the ground next to her.

Y/N pouted. “He needs encouragement. That’s how he learns.” Y/N learned that from watching the differences between Katara teaching styles and Toph’s teaching styles.

“Speaking of firebending,” Aang kicked his feet against the edge of the steps and looked around like he was avoiding something. “How did you know about the firebending forms?”

Zuko leaned back on his hands. “I’d like to know that too.”

Y/N smiled softly. “I watched my brothers for years, religiously learning all the forms and practicing them on my own. I wanted to be just like them. I guess I still remember them.”

Aang frowned. “It’s not like you couldn’t bend on purpose.”

Y/N was surprised to see Aang look so sad. “I know.” She shrugged and looked away feeling her cheeks redden with both boys staring at her. “I just wanted to be normal so people would stop paying attention to me for the wrong reasons.” She mumbled.

“It made you a better sword fighter,” Zuko said suddenly.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“The discipline and movements. You do the same when you’re fighting.”

“I’ve never noticed, but you’re right, Zuko!” Aang exclaimed.

The thought made Y/N smile. “That was nice of you.”

Zuko rolled his eyes but let the smallest hint of a smile grace his lips.

She looked back to Aang, who still looked a bit hesitant. “Don’t worry about me. How about we go swimming? Before the others wake up!”

Aang perked up immediately. “That sounds great! Let’s go, Zuko!”

Y/N and Aang stood, both looking down at Zuko, who just stared at the ground between his feet. She could already hear him saying no, telling them that he needed to train more or meditate and didn’t have time to run off and play games.

Y/N opened her mouth to tell Aang that the two of them could still go but Zuko spoke up before her. “Yeah, okay.”

Sometimes even on those long, dragging days, it was the little things that made everything better; like playing in the surf with two of your friends.

---

That evening though, Y/N was back where she had started the day, and had decided that everyone in her group of friends, save for maybe Zuko, talked way too much. She craved those moments alone where she just had her thoughts to occupy her. Especially when she had a lot on her mind.

Y/N didn’t want to admit she felt stuck inside with Aang and Katara while everyone else was outside enjoying the evening, but she also felt guilty in turning down their request to help make dinner to just wander around on the beach until sunset. She didn’t help out much with making meals, and she felt obligated to help when she could.

So she was there, sitting on the dinner table, lotus style with a knife and a cutting board and a basket of carrots in need of chopping at her side.

“What else can I do, Katara?” Aang dumped some of the vegetables he was cutting into the stew Katara was currently stirring over the stove.

“Hmm, can you go out and get some more water to make the rice?” Aang grinned and nodded, before running out of the house towards the side of the house where there was a small barrel of collected water.

Y/N smiled to herself at the interaction and continued cutting carrots for Katara, trying not to let her mind wander, but it was hard with the monotonous work and the bad spot she was sitting in.

Just in front of her was the window where she had watched Zuko and Aang train while she made tea that morning, now it showed Zuko and Sokka doing their own training.

Y/N was struggling with more than just feeling like she didn’t belong on the Island. She didn’t know what she was going to say to Sokka, or if she was even going to say anything about her feelings at all. Without the constant traveling and the safety of a hideout, she was able to just stop and let those feelings and thoughts she had been holding back with a dam of fear wash over her.

It was all really confusing for Y/N. And hard to admit.

She didn’t want to face the awkward conversation of asking whether he could always be there for her. She didn’t want to beg him to never leave because she was so insecure. She was so afraid of losing everything and everyone that she was going to do just that because she was afraid of opening up.

What would happen if she never told Sokka she loved him back? Did she even love him back? What did love feel like?

Love with Azula felt like fire, sometimes it burned painfully, but in the good times it filled her with a warmth like never before. Zuko’s friendship felt the same, but it was less like sitting too close to the fire and more like sitting just in the right place where it didn’t dry out your eyes but didn’t make goosebumps grow on your arms. Sokka always felt like a cool breeze, one where you lift your face up to the sky and smile because it always feels like relief. But that’s not what Y/N is used to. How does she know if it’s love if it doesn’t hurt a little bit? How does she know that it's real if she doesn’t have to give all of herself until she is worn to nothing to make it work?

It wasn’t that she was afraid to care for him, she had made it clear that she did. It was just easier on her heart to keep him at a distance for now until she figured they were inevitably part ways. That’s how Y/N saw this all ending. Separated across oceans, back to where they came from, whatever the outcome of the war. Y/N wanted to dream of the possibilities and opportunities where they could be together in the long run, but those were just that, dreams for another lifetime. People from the Water Tribe didn’t marry people from the Fire Nation.

Everything that she learned over the last few months was that nothing was ever set in stone, so why should she and Sokka be.

Y/N stared out the window, pondering when it would all fall apart and sliced downwards on a carrot, but met nothing but the cutting board. She looked down where the knife was closer to her finger than to the carrots. She let out a little inward gasp.

“What?” Katara turned around and asked.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Nothing.” She motioned to the cutting board. “Do you want these smaller?”

Katara eyed Y/N and then looked to the cutting board. “They’re fine. But pay more attention, I don’t know how to reattach fingers yet.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Y/N’s eyes didn’t leave the wooden cutting board and her fingers until the others came bustling into the kitchen, all talking at once.

Y/N for the most part ignored everyone, until Sokka reached over and snatched one of the slices of carrots.

Y/N nudged his arm. “Can you wait?! I thought you didn’t like vegetables!”

“Aang got me to like carrots!” Sokka retorted, before quickly reaching around Y/N to grab another and popping it into his mouth.

“Why would you be sitting on the table that we have to eat off of?” Suki wrinkled her nose.

“Uh! Katara said I could!” Y/N stuck her tongue out.

Katara whipped around, hands on her hips. “I never said you could, I just didn’t say you couldn’t.” Katara turned back to stirring the stew before muttering under her breath, “Not like telling you no would have made a difference anyways.”

“Hey!” Y/N picked up a carrot and launched it at the back of Katara’s head.

Aang walked back inside carrying a bucket of water, to a kitchen full of chaos. Vegetables were being thrown across the room at one another, as laughter rang out. Sokka, Zuko and Y/N were sprawled on one side of the kitchen behind and under the table; with Suki, Katara and Toph only edging from behind the safety of the kitchen doorway to throw something.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N could hear the exasperation of a 112 year old monk in Aang’s usually cheerful voice.“Uh, guys, what are we supposed to eat for dinner now?”

---

Y/N was dozing against the headboard of her bed that night, when she heard the knock at her door. At first she thought she imagined it, that is until she heard a voice on the other side of the doorway. “Y/N, are you awake?”

Y/N slid out of bed and cracked open the door. She smiled and leaned against the doorjamb, a familiar feeling in her chest.

“Are you afraid that there are ghosts here too?”

Sokka grinned and nodded. “In this house? Absolutely. But I’m not here for that.”

“Oh?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“Come outside with me.”

Y/N chuckled. “Why?”

“Please, just come on. No questions.”

Y/N sighed and reached for an old silk robe she found in one of the closets, but her smile never left her face.

To be fair to Sokka, there wasn’t much to surprise Y/N with on an island she grew up on. But that night, the sky momentarily took her breath away.

Sometimes the simplest things were the most beautiful.

“I thought we could come out here; look at the stars a bit. I used to like doing that at home. Though it’s different. The constellations aren’t the same where I’m from.”

“I guess I’ll just have to teach you some.”

Together they laid side by side on the roof, and Y/N pointed out her favorites. The dragon, the jack-rabbit...

After Y/N had told Sokka the story of the Red Queen, some ancient fable of a powerful Fire Lady that was always one of Y/N’s favorites, they both grew quiet, Y/N asked the question that had been brewing on her mind. She worried that whatever she said would mess up the peaceful night they had been having. It felt like she was intruding on a secret that she wasn’t supposed to know.

“Hey, Sokka,” Y/N asked.

“Hmmm,” She looked over and Sokka looked about half asleep already. Maybe this would be good timing.

“Who’s Yue?”

Sokka’s eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. “What?”

Y/N could feel her face flush. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to know.

“Yue.” The word sounded flat and foreign on her tongue. Maybe that wasn’t how you actually pronounced it? Some of the Water Tribe names and words were hard for Y/N’s mouth to form. If she could, she flushed deeper. “I heard you talking about them when I was hurt. I was in and out of it, so I don’t remember much, but I remember the name.”

Sokka suddenly looked very sad. Which was… odd because Y/N just thought that Yue was a Water Tribe spirit much like the Fire Nation had Agni.

“She’s the moon spirit,” Sokka whispered, his eyes cast down on his wringing hands.

Y/N eyes were wide. Why was he acting like this? “Oh. I figured she was a spirit or something. It sounded like you were praying to her, or something.”

“Yeah,” Sokka choked out. “Something like that.”

That’s when Y/N noticed there were drips of water on Sokka’s hands. Tears.

“Sokka?” Y/N said softly. She reached forward and–yup those were tears, dripping on their hands.

“She was a girl I met at the Northern Water Tribe when we first started traveling.”

“I thought she was…”

“She is.” For the first time, Sokka looked up. The pain in his eyes was unimaginable. “But she was still a girl when I met her.”

Sokka launched into a story that sounded more fantasy than real, but the look on his face, the sadness in his features, Y/N knew he was telling the truth.

“She was blessed by the moon spirit when she was born, it was the only reason she was alive. But when we were in the Northern Water Tribe—Zhao, a Fire Nation commander killed the moon spirit and all the water benders lost their bending, forever.” Sokka shivered. “It was scary, the moon was gone in the sky and we were helpless to fight the Fire Nation. It would have changed the tide of the war.

But she was selfless. She knew that she was the only hope for her tribe—for the world—and she sacrificed herself to save all of us. So now she’s the moon spirit…I guess. I don’t know, she’ll always be Yue to me.” Sokka’s voice trailed off with a sniffle. Y/N didn’t know how to respond.

Sokka sent a longing glance upward. The moon was just past full, waning in the far distance but still bright and round in the sky. “I think–I think she heard me that night. And she knew how much you meant to me, even then. And she saved you because…” Now it was Sokka’s turn to flush. “I don’t think I could live without you.”

Those words made Y/N’s chest burn. Her arms and legs tingled in relief as if all the tension in her body began to melt away. Y/N reached out, wiping a stray tear off of Sokka’s cheek. “Me either,” she replied instantly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

“’m not. Sad, really. I miss her, but it’s easier to always know where she is. She didn’t have a lot of choice in her life, but this was something she had control over. If she hadn’t become the moon spirit, the war would have ended right there. So her sacrifice meant that, you know, Zuko is our friend now and Aang has a chance at beating the Firelord and you have a place in all our lives. She made all of this possible.”

“Sounds like we have a lot more to be thankful to her for than just saving little old me then, huh?”

“You would have liked her.”

Y/N nodded and peered at the moon above them. “I do like her.”

No one else needed to know that after the two of them went inside and off to bed, that Y/N hung halfway out her window to get one last look at the moon. Y/N swore as her eyes closed and sleep overtook her that the moon shone a little brighter. Maybe that’s how the moon said thank you. Y/N’d never tell anyone that she whispered a small thank you too, to the girl who lived among the stars.

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my adorable prince ✮ h.o. smut ✮

harrison osterfield x female reader

|| Masterlist || 

Summary: You get to watch the first episode of your boyfriends new show early and you can’t get over how adorable he is. Harrison tries to prove you wrong. (unsuccessfully) 

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (soft, oral [f receiving], face sitting, fingering, unprotected sec, cockwarming), established relationship

A/N: Happy The Irregulars release day!!! I got to watch the first episode early and that inspired this so I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Harrison had anxiously been awaiting the moment that you got to see the first episode of the show he’d been working on for one and a half years. And the time had finally come. You’d gotten cosy on the bed to watch the early screening, Harrison’s laptop connected to the TV, and now the credits are rolling over the screen. 

Harrison turns to look at you, eager to hear your thoughts. You lift your head from his shoulder and give him a wide smile.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.” he laughs, his eyes almost squinting shut. 

“It’s true!”

“Whatever you say” Rolling his eyes playfully, he squeezes your side.

“I’m so proud of you, babe,” You say, your voice now serious. Harrison has worked so hard, and now he’s finally stepping into the limelight, getting the recognition he deserves. There’s not a shred of doubt in your body that this will be his big break.

Harrison smiles warmly and pulls you into a kiss. “Thanks, love.” 

You think back to the way his character stumbled over his words when talking to his love interest and can’t help but smile. “So adorable.” You whisper against his lips.

Harrison growls softly, “I’ll show you adorable.” 

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try” And with that, he moves you so he’s laying on top of you between your legs that you now wrap around his waist. “I already like where this is going” You smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair, gently scratching his scalp with your fingertips. 

Harrison covers your neck with kisses before nibbling and sucking at your collarbones. His hands wander under your shirt, moving it up your body while he caresses your skin. Your nipples stiffen when his thumbs gently brush against the underside of your breasts. 

You move your hands from his hair to grab the fabric of his blue shirt, pulling it over his head. His lips leave your body momentarily, and as if to not waste time, he quickly pulls your shirt over your head as well. 

With a movement he’s perfected over the time you’ve been together, he rolls over, so you’re now on top of him, your naked chest pressing against his. You dip your head down and kiss him, your tongue sliding over his lips until he opens up for you. 

You feel Harrison’s hands wander over your bare back before he grabs your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his big hands, and you can’t help but moan. You push your hips against his, his arousal apparent by the bulge that’s pressing against your covered core. 

His hands slip under the fabric of your leggings and underwear, slowly pushing the material down your body. Getting impatient, you pull away from his lips and help him to undress you before doing the same to him. 

And then you’re both naked. Standing at the end of the bed, you take a moment to admire the beautiful man that is your boyfriend. His skin is glowing golden in the soft light, his hard cock resting against his abdomen and his eyes shimmering as they rake over your body.

“Need you” the words slip past your lips without you even realising. 

“C’mere, baby” He motions you closer with his hands, and you gladly comply, climbing onto the bed and shuffling over to him on your knees. “Take my hand.” He whispers, and you do so without hesitation, your fingers tangling with his. And then he gently tugs at your hand, motioning for you to come even closer. 

He sinks down the headboard until his head is resting on the pillows, and when he pats his chest with his free hand, you finally realise what his plan is. 

“You sure?” Harrison hums in affirmation, his hand squeezing yours gently. With shaky movements, you position your knees on either side of his head. He lets go of your hand to place both of his on your thighs to support you. With a tight grip, you cling onto the headboard as you feel yourself getting worked up just from being in this position. 

Harrison places a few kisses on your inner thighs, the pressure of his fingertips getting a little more intense. “You’ve got the prettiest cunt. Have I ever told you that?” He asks, his breath hitting your heat. Your whole body is starting to tingle and you have to close your eyes.

“About a million times, yes.” You press out, and Harrison chuckles.

“And I’ll probably tell you about a million times more” And then he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down until his tongue sweeps through your wet folds. “So wet for me.” He hums, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on it. He eats you out like his life depends on it, every flick of his tongue causing the coil in your stomach to tighten. You whimper, your walls squeezing around nothing and you can feel Harrison chuckle against you, pushing you even further towards the edge.

“Fuck.” you gasp, “Need your fingers, Haz” You manage to press out, and it doesn’t take long until you feel his fingers gathering your wetness and pushing into you. Your hips pushing against his face making Harrison hum as he crooks his digits, the pads of his fingers finding your g-spot, making you moan. 

You feel the tingling in your lower belly increasing, your muscles tightening as you remove one hand from the headboard to place it on Harrison’s that is still holding onto your thigh. Your fingers slot between his, and you squeeze them tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Your back arches, your hips rutting against Harrison’s face on their own accord, for a moment you’re scared that you might’ve hurt him, but when you look down, he’s looking up at you with a glint in his eyes, and even though you can’t see his mouth you know he’s grinning. 

He keeps kissing and licking your pussy, lapping up everything he can, his fingers still inside you, prolonging your orgasm. 

When you’ve finally come down from your high, you realise how weak your legs have gotten. With shaky hands, you grab onto the headboard again, slowly lifting yourself up before starting to scoot down Harrison’s body, but not without Harrison placing one last kiss on your clit. 

You sink down onto the bed next to him, trying to catch your breath. 

“Was that good?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then he sucks his fingers clean, his ring gleaming in the light. The sight makes another wave of warmth pool between your legs. 

“That was amazing. I still think you’re adorable, though” you smirk, and Harrison laughs.

“Let’s see what else I can do about that” And with that, he’s between your legs again, except now his hard cock is pressing against your slightly sensitive clit, making you throw your head back with a moan. 

Harrison takes the opportunity to place more kisses on your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin here and there until your neck is covered in love bites. With every tiny movement of Harrison’s body, his cock moves through your folds, rubbing against your clit, and it doesn’t take long until you’re desperate for him again. 

You bury your hands in his hair to pull his face up, so it’s hovering over yours, “Need you inside me.” You whisper against his lips, the corners of his mouth kicking up into a smile.

“Your wish is my command.” he captures your lips with his before reaching one of his hands down to position his cock at your entrance. And then he’s slowly entering you, and you hum at the feeling of finally being stretched out by him. 

Your arousal makes it easy for him to slide into you, and when he bottoms out, both of you let out a moan.

“You feel so good, babygirl.” He rasps, “Could spend the rest of my life like this.” and then he starts thrusting, your legs falling open just a tad bit wider, letting him enter you deeper. 

Harrison places his forearms next to your head, his whole body now covering yours while he keeps sliding in and out of you, his thrusts deep and smooth.

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his with every word. Harrison smiles, then presses his lips against yours.

“I love you, too.” He brushes his nose against yours, “So much.” 

Your orgasm starts to build slowly, and you relish every moment of being wrapped up in Harrison like this. Your eyes are locked with his, and he’s everything that matters at this moment. 

You can feel his thrust starting to get sloppy, so you wrap your legs around his waist and push up your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Cum for me, baby” You murmur against his lips and tighten your walls around his cock, you can feel him throb inside you, and with a groan, he picks up his pace a little bit, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with every thrust. 

And then he’s reaching his orgasm with a groan, releasing inside of you, pushing you over the edge as well.

You’re lost in your own little world for a while, you and Harrison the only two people that exist as the waves of pleasure take you away. 

You hadn’t even realised that you closed your eyes, but when you open them, Harrison is looking down at you with a relaxed smile, his expression full of love before he gives you a lingering kiss. 

“Still adorable?”

“Always” You smile lazily, and Harrison shakes his head a little, the grin never leaving his face. You gently place your hands on the sides of his face, your thumbs caressing over his cheeks, “You’ll always be my adorable prince. Get used to it.” You whisper, afraid you're going to burst this bubble if you speak too loudly. 

Harrison tilts his head a bit so he can kiss the inside of your palm.

“I love you.” 

“And I love you.” Harrison smiles, kisses your nose and makes a move to pull out of you, but you stop him with a squeeze of his arm.

“Stay? Just a little longer? Wanna be close to you” If possible, Harrison’s expression becomes even softer as he returns to his previous position. You wrap your arms around him tightly, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want to crush you.” He murmurs against your heated skin.

You brush your hand over his back in slow circles, the other going into his hair. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m loving this.” And you do. You love being close to him, every inch of your body touching his, your breathing synced. There's no place you’d rather be than right here, just like this.

A/N: Ahh I hope you like it! I can’t believe how quickly I wrote this 😅 I’ll be watching the irregulars now, see you guys later 😌💕

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[seriouslysnape]

The End of the Week

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Cedric Diggory x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Slight sexual implications.

Word Count: 1,856

A/N: Requests are still being written! I’ve just had this idea foreverrrrr. I gotta show my golden boy some love. I don’t even know what to name this.

“Hey! It’s just hot in here.”

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Cedric was as perfectly content as he could possibly be in this moment. He couldn’t even begin to imagine something better than where he was right now. You were curled up next to him, and the way your head was nuzzled into his neck was spreading extra warmth all over his body with each gentle exhale through your nose onto his skin. The Hufflepuff common room was as still and quiet as could be, considering that everyone else had gone to bed for the evening. 

It had been a hectic week for the both of you. Your schedules had been overcrowded with long Quidditch practices and impossibly difficult exams all while trying to throw in some social time into the balance. You hadn’t seen much of each other that week, only sharing loving glances when you passed in the halls or stealing quick kisses and small conversations between classes. 

The end of the second term was just around the corner, which meant that your workloads would only increase until it was time to leave for summer break. Cedric had made it a priority to spend every free moment that he had with you. He was hoping for you to spend summer vacation with him and his family, but in case his plans fell through, he wanted to be sure to see you as much as possible. 

Friday night had presented a break in the week’s chaos, both of you jumping on the opportunity like a hungry cat on a frightened mouse. Cedric basically snatched you out of your last class of the day when his Quidditch practice was canceled, which opened up his entire evening. The two of you were practically running hand in hand as your feet involuntarily made their way to his prefect room, the serenity and silence of it was calling your names.

Cedric had tossed you onto his bed, attacking you with sweet kisses and doing everything he could to draw laughter out of you. Not being able to be with you or touch you over the course of his stressful week had been killing him. You were his comfort, his single source of solace when life became too much for him. He always felt a little piece of himself missing when he strayed from you for too long.

Cedric had shown no mercy when your waist was between his knees as he tickled and teased at your sides and wherever else he knew you were ticklish. The sound of your happy giggles were music to his ears, which is how he could never bring himself to stop until your lungs were gasping for air and you were desperate with your pleas.

“Ced, stop!” You shrieked through strained laughs.

Cedric’s smile never left his face as he withdrew his hands, chuckling lightly as you wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. I’ve just missed you.” He admitted, lowering his head and kissing you again once you had caught your breath.

You smirked under his soft lips, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. His heart fluttered at the feeling of your thumb stroking his slightly flushed skin and the way you pushed him onto his back to deepen your kissing.

“I’ve missed you too. I hate this time of year.” You remarked, resting your chin on his chest.

Cedric’s hand was resting on the back of your thigh, his fingertips fiddling with the hem of your skirt. 

“Oh, come on. You love springtime.” Cedric corrected.

“Yeah, I love seasonal allergies that kick my ass every year,” You grumbled sarcastically; “I mean because we hardly see one another this time of year.”

A knowing sigh fell from Cedric’s mouth, allowing his hand beginning to run lazily across the exposed skin on your leg. 

“I know. But we have summer to look forward to,” He mewled; “You know it gets so hot at home that you have to strip down to next to nothing...” Cedric purred.

With a shocked gasp, your arm swung out to playfully smack his shoulder at what he was insinuating.

“Cedric Diggory!”

He laughed with his usual hearty, light voice, gripping you under your arms and pulling you up next to him from where he was lounged up on his pillows. 

“What? I can’t think about my pretty girlfriend wearing nothing but her knickers?” He teased, kissing softly on your neck.

“Not if we’re going to be staying with your family. You have to keep your hands to yourself when they’re around.” You instructed.

Instinctively, your hand came to the back of his head and your fingers buried in his fluffy hair to direct him to your more sensitive areas on your neck. Cedric hummed happily, securing that you were flush with his body and entwining one of your legs between his. 

“Quick nap before dinner?” Cedric suggested, noting that dinner was in an hour and a half.

You perked up at that, eagerly snuggling up to him ever further and draping the covers over the two of you. You and Cedric were exhausted. You could feel the tiredness creeping its way into your bones, and even Cedric’s muscles were much more tense than usual. A small power nap was definitely in order.

“Yes, please.” 

Cedric wrapped his arms around you, his warmth cascading over you in a heavenly way. You were out like a light, your eyelashes fluttering every few minutes or so. Inky darkness had begun to paint the sky over Hogwarts, making the half-moon much more visible as stars began appearing alongside it. Cedric had to wrestle you out of bed, fighting your begs for five more minutes under his warm sheets, because he knew good and well you’d stay curled up for the rest of the night if he didn’t get you up now.

Once you were dragged away from your slumber sanctuary, he persuaded you to follow him to The Great Hall for dinner, walking with your fingers interlaced and whispering sweet nothings to one another. 

You and Cedric had very well become the power couple of your year. If Cedric was around, then you likely weren’t far away. Adolescence wasn’t an easy stage of life for anybody. Cedric considered himself lucky every single day that he had someone to take the journey with him. You and Cedric had blossomed into incredible young adults together, braving the wizarding world with the other in tow. 

Cedric’s future revolved around you, and there wasn’t a single aspect of his life that he hadn’t made sure you were a part of. He had decided long ago that he wanted to marry you soon after graduation. Later down the line, he wanted to have little Diggory kids running around with your eyes and his hair. His life was yours, and yours was his. 

You had protested going to dinner because staying cuddled up with Cedric sounded much better than choking down chicken for the fifth time in a week. But Cedric told you that he wanted you to get some food in your belly before any more shenanigans, so denying you kisses until you had eaten supper was the only way to put his foot down. 

He swept you away once you had both eaten, carrying you off into the Hufflepuff common room. Cedric usually would hang around the common room after dinner to make sure that no one was out after curfew, or until he was too tired to care anymore. Cedric never put too much energy into keeping an eye on mischievous Hufflepuffs, considering there weren’t many anyways and they were always far sneakier than Cedric could keep up with. 

Hufflepuffs of all ages straggled in and up the separated staircases to their dorm rooms, some of them sauntering past you and Cedric and some stopping to rant about their stressful week. Turns out that you weren’t the only ones who had been through the wringer. 

It was late now, you and Cedric being the only ones still up and energized from your nap a few hours ago. Cedric was soaking up every second of this moment, not wanting to forget this feeling in his heart. If he could end every day like this then he’d be the happiest man on Earth. 

“It’s a Hogsmeade weekend,” You announced, carefully breaking the silence; “You want to go tomorrow and I’ll buy you a Butterbeer?” 

Cedric snorted and looked down at your huddled frame, amusement clear on his face.

“Since when have I ever let you buy me anything? As long as I’m breathing, I pay for meals.” He proclaimed.

“It’s a Butterbeer. I’d hardly consider it a meal,” You said; “I just want to spoil you like you do me.” 

The bubbly laughter that came from the Hufflepuff boy’s chest sent a flash of care through your cells, your heartbeat speeding up at the sound of his joy.

“Oh, but I love spoiling you. I have to take care of my favorite girl.” He confessed.

A hot rush went straight to your cheeks, a shy smile appearing on your face that Cedric couldn’t possibly miss. His lips left a small kiss on your cupid’s bow, his voice lowering in the sweetest way.

“After all these years I still know how to make you blush.” He noted with a grin.

“You are very charming, Ced,” You complimented, fidgeting with the collar of his sweater; “And handsome.”

Now it was his turn to blush, his cheeks flooding red with a bashful smile. He caught your look of entertainment, and he was quick to defend himself.

“Hey! It’s just hot in here.” He half-lied, motioning towards the crackling fire in the fireplace just a few feet in front of you.

“Is it now?” You laughed, crawling over and placing a knee on each side of him. Your hands rested on his shoulders, a shudder going down your spine at the feeling of his grip on your hips. Your lips just barely brushed over his, a new mood taking over the room; “It is getting rather warm in here...”

Cedric let out a groan of temptation when you kissed him and rolled your pelvis into his, creating the most delicious friction. It didn’t take long for Cedric to dominate over you, pushing you into the cushions of the sofa and pinning you underneath him. His lips were hot wherever they sucked or left kisses, his aura and familiar feel was your favorite thing ever. 

“I’ve always wanted to make love to you here.” He mumbled, removing his belt from his pants before pushing your skirt up past your hips.

His hair fell onto his forehead in soft tufts when he lowered himself again to look down at the girl he had fallen so in love with. The only person he’d ever truly love with every ounce of his being.

“I love you.” He murmured passionately as he always did.

“I love you, Ced.” You returned.

His kisses and touches resumed, arousal growing and hearts beating with one another’s. It was a perfect moment.

And an even better way to make up for lost time.

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Painted Roses

jordan henderson x reader

word count - 2k I think

jordan takes you back to the place it all began as you expand your life together.

second part to Rose Garden

4 years to the date.

The country house with the long gravel road that lead up to the huge red brick cottage. The owner passed away over a year ago and their family, to Jordan’s utter shock, weren’t interested in maintaining the beautiful home as the wedding venue it had existed as in the past. The second he heard it was up for sale, he placed an offer and had the keys in the space of two weeks.

“Jordan where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” He promises, giving your hand a gentle squeeze where it sat on top of your knee. The blindfold is making you sweat more than you already were. “I can’t see anything.” You note pointedly with a roll of your eyes behind the blindfold. Jordan chuckles heartily with what you can imagine in your mind is his signature smile, all white teeth and crinkled eyes. “You’ll love it,” he says through that smile, “I promise.” His hand pats your knee again as a silence falls between you.

Gravel crunches beneath the wheels of his fancy black Mercedes as the smell of cut grass and fresh flowers enters your nose and makes you grin subconsciously in a way you barely even notice. Jordan catches sight of that out the corner of his eye and his heart grows with joy in his chest. The slow, careful turn of his car, paired with the sound of his hands sliding along the leather of the wheel alert you to his parking. He does so with ease and you hear the keys jangling as he shuts off the engine.

“Wait here,” he instructs, climbing out his side with the door thrown shut behind him. He’s round at your side of the car before you have a chance to think up a cheeky retort. He’s gentle as he always is when he helps you out of the car carefully, wrapping one arm around your waist so you don’t fall. Admittedly, it doesn’t work very well because the ground beneath is so incredibly uneven, so when he gets to that first smooth grey cement step, he opts to simply scoop you up into his arms with ease.

“Okay,” he begins, placing you down as you feel the smooth material covering your eyes loosening and slipping from your face. His hands replace it for only a moment as he presses a kiss to the side of your head from behind you. “Open.”

You do as told and tears spring in place of his hands to blur your vision.

It’s beautiful.

It was that Victorian style country home that once acted as a wedding venue, redecorated to a minimum. “Wanted it to look nice for you, but so that you can give it your touch. You know better than me.” He admits sheepishly with a pink tint to his cheeks. You beam at him tearily, hands clasped together in sheer joy. “God Jordan, you shouldn’t have!” You exclaim, tears bleeding over your lash line. You knew how expensive these types of homes were, never mind ones so big with such history to them. It hadn’t even made much of a dent for Jordan really. He had more money than either of you could ever have spent and he likes to remind you of that to ensure you know full and well his gentle spoiling of you is not a hardship for him. He actively loves to do it.

“Take it as an anniversary present.” He shrugs, trying to fight at the smile that was tugging his lips. The warmth of your hug and the tears seeping through his white shirt was all a welcome to him no matter how hot it was outside. He could not wait to come home to this house, be welcomed home by you and hopefully some littler mixtures of you and him with your eyes and smile. “Makes my present look a little rubbish now,” you jest, making him chuckle heartily.

The house needed a fair bit of work. New flooring, new carpets, your furniture from home would do just fine but you reckon Jordan will be all for new stuff for a new home. A few new coats of paint and nice clear out, but all in it was still absolutely gorgeous.

“There is one room I really wanted to show you though, if that’s okay?” He asks, keeping his eyes trained down on the floor. You furrow your brows, but nod your head. “I gotta grab something from the car first though?” You hum, detangling your hand from his, “And pee.”

He tilts his head like a curious puppy. “Again? You went right before we left?” He queries. You shrug your shoulders indifferently. “Since when do you question a woman’s toilet habits at that point in the month, Henderson?” You poke with a blush and a light giggle. He chuckles with you and holds up his hands in defeat, but the second your out of eye and earshot his shoulders fall and a sigh bursts out his lips. He wouldn’t let it show to you right now his disappointment. You hadn’t been trying long, but it was enough for him to be in the longing stage. Longing to see your swollen belly, longing to feel those tiny kicks against his hands and then hold his brand new baby for the first time, spend all those nights wide awake wishing for nothing but sleep while he cradled them through to the morning. You said it would happen when it happened, but it still ached with every negative test. Hearing you say you were on your period hurt a little more than he had anticipated, but he’s still heart set on showing what he had done with the short time he was able to keep this new home a secret.

You return with your handbag and take his hand. He is instinctive in those soft movements of his thumb over the back of your hand. It’s something he always does to sooth both you and him.

“So this is the master bedroom and I know it’s not quite good yet but I thought-“

“Jordan it’s beautiful,” you cut him off, your hand drifting out of his as you step in slowly. Being cautious of dust sheets and some tools, you walk into the massive room. You’d never been in a bedroom that big and it had blown you away. The huge bed, still with plastic attacked and tags on the mattress. The en-suite bathroom is marble worktops, one of those huge bathtubs and a walk in shower updated to a beautiful mixture of modernity and it’s antique homage. Tears are found again. The window gives a perfect view out the back of the house, rolling fields worth of garden space, loosely fenced in for acres into the distance. There’s a pond on the land a little to the left, not far at all that leads off towards the beginning of the hidden Rose Garden where you met Jordan 4 years ago today. All of that owned and shared by just you and the man you love. “Bloody hell, it’s so magnificent Jordan. I literally have no words.”

He beams shyly almost, “That’s how I feel about you.” He mumbles softly, almost too quiet for you to hear, like he didn’t want you to. “What’s through here?” You call behind you as he trails after you on anxious legs. You carry on through the very short pathway attached to the master bedroom that had some extra storage space. “Well uh..I haven’t finished that so maybe we should just an-“

“Oh my god.”

Jordan rubs nervously at the back of his throat as he enters into the connecting room behind you. His eyes take you in immediately, studying your features carefully. Your hands are clasped over your mouth with slow tears sliding down over your rosy cheeks. Your eyes are afire with love and happiness. “I know it’s weird but-“

“It’s perfect, Jordan.” You throw your arms around his neck, his arms finding you immediately as he buries his head into your shoulder.

It’s the only room with a new carpet yet. It’s soft beneath your shoes, a plush cream colour to match a white wall. The window on the back wall gives the same fantastic view you have in the master room. There’s a white crib pushed against the wall furthest from you with a mobile of twinkling toys dangling above and a baby changing table a little away from the top end of the crib stocked full of pampers and baby cream. In the right corner of the room just by the window is a white wooden rocking chair next to a little book shelf with baby books that had a couple plush teddies and a photo of you and Jordan 4 years ago sitting atop it. The other side corner is decked out with two beanbag seats, a soft baby mat and a bundle of all sorts of soft toys.

“Left that wall blank ‘cause I remember that day you told me you’d always wanted to paint it like the sky.” He recounts, pointing his finger at the wall that the crib was situated next to, making your head whip towards him. He had such a fantastic memory even for the little things you said, just like that. You barely even remember it, spoken under the stars as you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder. It gives you no doubt about having kids with him, the thought of him remembering your babies favourite little treats or ineffective toddler secrets makes your heart soar with pride and joy. “Look closer at that.” He turns you round so your facing that wall again, the one with the little cosy corner.

Painted on the wall intricately above it is that rose arbor your stood underneath when he first laid his eyes on you. Where he first had that dance with you, where he told you he wanted to see you again. Where you snuck into when it was late, dark and only lit by those same fairly lights so he could tell you he loved you for the first time all those years ago. The roses are painted in perfect colour, careful and precise in the way they hung around you for that first ever dance you shared together. It’s so beautiful and so lifelike you that get lost in it, reliving the moment your world came together. Every time you sit there, it’ll be like sitting under real thing when you can’t take the baby out there.

“Well this makes my present a little more fitting, then.” You sniffle, letting Jordan swipe the tears gently off your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs in a slow, loving motion. “What do you mean?” He asks, “I told you not to get me anything.” He crossed his arms over his chest as you rifle through your bag. “Okay okay, here. Open this.”

You hand over a small gift bag, one stuffed with tissue paper he has to tear through as you sit your bag down and wait, watching him with wide and watery eyes. He pulls out first the tiny little wad of fabric and places the gift bag on top of the white wooden dresser, carefully unravelling the rolled up clothes. “That’s bloody adorable.” He breathes out, trying to keep the tears he has inside his eyes to no avail. You wrap your arm around his back, rubbing his tight shoulders softly. “Look at the back.” You encourage, his eyes meet yours then look back to the tiny clothes.

HENDERSON

8

With a little picture taped carefully to the bottom that he peels off with shaky, tentative fingers. “No way!” He booms, jumping back from you in shock. He looks down at the picture, up at you, back down at the picture, then up at you again with tears slipping over his cheeks. “But you said-“

“It was a surprise!” You squeal back as he swoops forward and scoops you into his arms, spinning you around in glee. “So no food poising? And no period?” He giggled out like a schoolgirl in shock. You shake your head. “Morning sickness and just a diversion. We’re having a baby!”

“We’re having a baby!” He repeats, louder. His words bounce of the walls that can barely contain the happiness inside of them. Threatening to burst at the seams as it fills beyond belief. This room, though incomplete, is perfect. Because you are in it together. Here, together in each other’s arms sharing in joy just like you’ve both shared in pain, hurt, love, happiness, nerves and everything else along the way. Head on, together.

“And this,” Jordan holds up the little football strip with his name printed across the back, his england appointed number proudly underneath, “This is perfect. You,” he pauses, leaning forward to capture your lips in his, “Are perfect.” His hands wander down to your stomach, placed gently over where his pea sized baby currently exists, growing and feeding on the love he intends to drown them in just like he does to you, “Both of you…perfect.”

It is perfect, really. Your love is. Even when it isn’t, it is. When he’s gone too long and you can’t see him because of a pandemic; the effort is made, emotions are shared. He tells you he misses you and his ego is never too big for its space in your relationship. When the world is against him or when fate turns against you both, it’s in each other’s arms that you find solace even if space is needed first. There’s an understanding of the love you have. It’s special. The kind that only a lucky few seem to find these days, a one people can look at and spot from a mile away. It’s beautiful, it’s own space taking entity that makes you both target to significant teasing from friends and family alike. It’s perfect.

Even when you fight over what blue is better to represent the sky just because your pregnant and too hormonal to admit he’d found the right colour before you did. Even when he coats you in paint that ends in an all out paint war, thankful you both removed all the furniture before painting. Even when you sob as your body changes, with pregnant emotions skewing your mind and making you question whether he’ll ever be attracted to you again, he’ll remind you that he’s never been more attracted to you than now. Housing his child, taking the aches, the pains and the changes like a true champ while he can do nothing but rub your feet and buy you ridiculous quantities of Solero ice creams. He’ll remind you in more ways that one just how perfect you are to him. Love by it’s very nature is as messy as that paint fight. It’s up and down and all over the place all the time. But the kind of love that you and Jordan have is a special that doesn’t waver, doesn’t dull or dim or change through time.

If anything, each day he loves you more. Even if he was convinced it wasn’t possible. But then it just was. Seeing you red in the face with sweat dripping over your forehead and tears leaking from your squeezed shut eyes as your screams echo through the room. All he could do was coax and coach, trying to tell you how proud of you he was. Even when you screamed that you despised him, he laughed and told you to squeeze his hand a little harder. It hurt, but that was nothing compared to the pain that you were enduring from multiple areas of your body as that baby ripped through you to make her grand entrance to the world, kicking and screaming just like the fighter her mother was. He thought his heart might burst with the amount of love he has, surely that’s as good as it gets?

No. No, it gets better still.

Everyday it’s better. Better when he gets to watch that woman that he loves so much sing to his tiny baby daughter, rocking in that chair under the painted rose arbor as she feeds from you. The most beautiful, natural thing in the world and he is enthralled by it. Watching you giggle at her she coos up at you. Placing her down in the crib beneath the gentle jingling of the cloud themed mobile next to the pale, sky blue coloured wall, blossoms falling, trickling down through clouds from a painted blossom tree on the wall and rose petals in variations of pink and red along the bottom of the crib. Roses and rose petals just like the ones that surrounded you on the day you danced with each other in under the trees of the garden that summer night. Roses like the ones you stood under to profess your love for one another. Roses, like the ones he took a knee beside, beneath and with one in his hand to give to you as he asked for your hand. Roses like you would stand beneath with one pinned to the breast of his suit to say the vows that would tie you in law to one another and to give you his name. Roses like the ones painted on the far wall, still fresh when you shared the news of that baby girl’s existence. Roses that were such an important symbol of the love you shared, pure and beautiful, sometimes painful but always worth the fight. Those roses painted on that crib with space for just one word carved into the wood.

Rose.

Your own beautiful little Rose.