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winter dreams
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
eddie really wants to give you a baby for christmas
cw: 18+ ONLY - SMUT. reader and eddie are actively trying to get pregnant, unprotected piv, creampie
The fire crackles in the fireplace beside you, orange embers licking at the logs below them. The carpet is plush beneath your bare back, skin pleasantly warm from the flames.
There’s a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, its pretty colored lights partnering with the fire to cast the prettiest glow across the space. A Bing Crosby holiday album plays from the record player, volume turned low, making him sound far away; dreamlike.
Your eyes wander momentarily to the window, and you can see the snow falling down in slow, fluffy flakes. It’s like you’re inside of a snow globe, and someone just shook it upside down. You smile warmly, letting this moment wrap you up in its joy.
Eddie rocks slowly into you, hands braced on the floor beside your head. Every move he makes is entirely intentional, filling you completely full of him with each thrust. Despite his loving pace, it still knocks the breath out of you, feeling him all over you; everywhere.
You let out a satisfied hum, to which he grunts softly in response. His wide, beautiful brown eyes look down at you, twinkling with the reflection of the lights. Long lashes flutter before his eyelids close, face leaning into yours to press a kiss to your mouth, open in a sigh of his name.
"Fuck, baby," he groans. "Feel like fucking heaven." His voice is deep and husky, and it seems to wrap around you, enveloping you in the affection that pours from him.
You don't really respond, aside from another moan. He's turning you to mush, slowing down your brain, rendering you incapable of forming a sentence. Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades, nails digging in to his soft skin.
"Are you feeling good, sweetheart?" he asks, watching the way your eyes roll back as he delivers another deep thrust.
Typically, that question would come out a little cocky; smug. He'd be pounding you senseless, knowing damn well he's making you feel so good and also that you're in no state to respond to him. But right now, there's nothing but pure adoration behind his ask. This is love-making in its purest form, slow and steady and passionate, hands caressing tenderly and lips moving languid across searing skin.
"Yes," you gasp. "So good, baby," your brain manages to string the words together, leaving you breathily.
A pleased noise erupts from deep in his throat, and his mouth dips down to kiss the side of your face, trailing purposefully down to your neck.
"God, I love you," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, strands of his unruly curls tickling your neck.
It drags another high-pitched sound from you, and that's all the response he needs.
"Gonna get you pregnant, holy shit," he pants, statement enunciated by the slick, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you.
And that was always the plan, but hearing him say it now, in the heat of the moment, has your walls clenching around him, your brain fuzzy with desire.
"That what you want, baby? Hm? Want me to give you a baby for Christmas?"
You whimper, back arching til your tits are pressed against his chest, eyes screwing shut.
“Need you to use your words, honey,” he coaxes, letting his mouth dip to your cleavage, pressing a kiss featherlight to the skin.
“Yes, Eddie,” you burn. “That’s what I want.”
It’s something you’d both been talking about for a while. A baby. You’d been less and less cautious during sex lately, rolling with the mindset of, ‘if it happens, it happens’. But this, tonight— this feels more intentional, more promising.
His tongue swirls around one of your nipples, hips unwavering in their steady rocking.
“Good, baby. ‘M gonna give it to you,” he rasps, bringing his mouth back up, bottom lip dragging hot up the column of your throat until he catches your own mouth.
His tongue slots between your lips, moving slow with yours, sending a shiver straight through you. The rough pad of his thumb carefully finds your clit, snagging on it, rubbing in soft circles. A moan catches in your throat, coming out strangled, head tipping back against the soft carpeting.
“Oh, fuck,” you whine, feeling that familiar swell of tension in the pit of your stomach.
“C’mon, baby. You gonna cum for me?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, letting him play your body like an instrument, getting such pretty sounds out of you; working you up to your crescendo.
The weight of him on top of you is grounding, comforting as he sends you tipping over your edge. A few more swirls of his finger around your bud timed perfectly with his deep thrusts has you unraveling entirely. You moan unashamedly, hands desperately pulling him secure against your chest as your body shakes.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he pants, his voice wrecked. “I’m gonna cum, gonna cum inside you—”
And just like that, you can feel his cock twitching and his hips stilling, your insides coated with his release. He curses and groans, the noises dizzying, music to your ears. Two chests heave in unison, rising and falling, rising and falling as you both catch your breath. He doesn't pull out, in fact you think he might even push himself deeper, like he's really trying to make his seed stick.
He kisses you like it's his last moment on earth, like he's trying to breathe life into you and steal the life from you all at once. Bodies still entwined, still connected.
When he pulls away, everything feels still. The record player croons, dreams of white Christmases floating through the air. The look in Eddie's eyes says everything, no need for words.
If this were a dream, you'd never want to wake up. You're pretty certain it's real, though.
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Boss!harry | series preview
This is a Patreon-only series!
Summary: Harry's your boss and you're trying really hard not to develop feelings for him.
Warning: This is an angsty series y'all!
His warm hand smoothed over your hip and curled around your side as he scooted in closer.
You weren't sure what to expect when he'd wake up. You thought maybe he'd be right back to business, take you back to your car so you could go home and get yourself ready for the day. You hadn't expected that he'd be kissing up the column of your neck to your jaw with hot puffs of breath falling from his mouth and spreading over your skin slowly like melting wax.
You also hadn't expected your body's immediate reaction to him. The liquid heat pooling between your naked thighs and the way your nipples tightened underneath the cotton of his t-shirt. When he slid his hand underneath the fabric and up your tummy to your breast you rattled a moan that sounded like desperation. The way he squeezed around your sensitive tits was something you had no idea you needed. He practically worshiped your nipples and the soft plush skin of your breasts the night before.
The blankets tangled around your ankle as you rolled to your side to face him and he pulled you in by your thigh, pressing your naked core against his morning wood.
Fuck.
It was one thing to have a wild night with your excruciatingly handsome boss, but it was another to do it again upon waking before you were meant to be at work and pretending like nothing had happened.
Pretending. You could pretend. You'd have to because he made it clear the night before that this wasn't a thing. That this was just sex and you'd need to keep it quiet. That it wasn't going to happen again. It couldn't.
Which meant the way he touched you was just sex, just something for that moment. The way the remnants of his palm prints burned into your skin left behind something that would turn hollow and bitter the moment you left his front door made your stomach curl into itself.
You swallowed down the loss before it had even arrived. A one-night stand with your boss was a bad idea and this was why. Harry would be fine after (he could have anyone he wanted) and you'd be left reeling and abandoned. Again. Because this is what men did. You were only good for as long as they saw fit. And after this, Harry wouldn't want or need anything more from you. Why would he?
"Y/n…" he breathed your name against your lips, "Already shaking and I've barely touched you, baby. God I just wanna eat you alive."
He would eat you alive too. Chew you up and spit you right back out. But you wouldn't stop him from doing it. You couldn't stop it because if that's all it could be you'd take the last bits of what he'd offer and be on your way.
It was a sleepy morning, hazy, blurry, soft… Harry's hands and his tongue worked down your body until he'd found your pussy and he slowly, lazily ate you out until you were coming and crying.
And that time, when he fucked into you, it was slow and steady. Slippery wet. Your bare breasts were pressed into his chest as he licked into your mouth and the embers grew and sparked until they caught and your body was at the edge of surrender.
"Fuck your pussy feels just right," he groaned as he dragged himself through your walls, coating himself in your arousal, your scent.
You whimpered and stuffed your fingers into his hair as he ground his pelvis into your clit. The perfect angle, the perfect cock. Too bad he wasn't the perfect man. You couldn't have him. For obvious reasons.
Your throaty moans were swallowed by his mouth, his length smashing into your guts with a wet slapping sound as you both moved together as one. Sex and sweat and heat and the imprint of desire.
He was soft; his words, his cadence, his hands… but the thick and heavy organ moving into your tummy was anything but soft; stiff, masculine, and rigid, it stretched your insides wide open. He needed the room and your body accommodated every inch of him. Gushy.
When he spoke against your ear, the hitch in his voice was almost whiny, like he was the one who was going to feel the loss. Like he was going to be left hollow and you were the one eating him alive, "Baby… shit. Right there?" He nudged into you and stilled himself so you could feel what he meant. Right there. Yes. Right there. Tight and spongy, the pulse emanating from your cunt was wrapped around him, a rhythmic beating that tremored down through his cock and into the veins and nerve endings. Connected.
You stuffed down the dribble of emotion that swelled in your throat and threatened to break from your waterline.
It's just sex. You're a sexual being who needed a good release. It's just sex. You don't need him. It's. Just. Sex.
But it certainly didn't just feel like sex when his soft green irises found your gaze and he held it as he languidly rocked into you. He dotted kisses along your face and then he'd watch you for a moment and it was going to have you mixed up because it was so intimate. So tender of him.
Maybe if he'd flip you around and fuck you from behind and give you a nice spanking it'd feel like just sex. He'd done that the night before (among other positions). Had you drooling into his mattress as he plowed into you from behind, a couple of good swats on your ass as he said filthy things to you. That felt like just sex. Good sex, but still.
So the soft and slow morning fuck with gentle kisses and an easy, damp tongue over your parted lips, his eyes connected to yours as he moaned and slid his thumb at your temple – that was not just sex and you didn't want it.
Well, you did want it. You really did because you wanted to find someone that would do all those things. But you wanted that for good. Not just for the night.
"Are you okay, Y/n?" Harry sponged a kiss to the edge of your mouth.
"Yeah. I'm okay," you were breathless and on the edge of tears. A ridiculous girl.
"Does it hurt from last night? Was it too much?"
Swallowing you blinked your eyes and he was still softly caressing your face with his thumb like only a lover would do.
"It… a little. I feel fine now. You're so gentle so it's okay."
"That's why I'm being careful. Thought you might need it softer this morning. Are you sure you're okay?"
Too attentive. Too thoughtful. Too present. How were you going to separate your romantic nature from your carnal one? How did all the other women do it? You were sure he was like this with every girl he brought to his bed.
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DIY
Rating: EXPLICIT! 18+ ONLY! MDNI
Pairing: Javier Peña x AFAB reader
Word count: 1.6k
Summary: You need to get fucked, but Javi is feeling lazy and makes you take matters into your own hands.
Warnings: Smut- PIV, unprotected sex (don’t actually do that.) oral (m receiving) smoking, slightly mean Javi, slightly dom Javi, Lazy Javi, no use of y/n no age gap specified, smoking, alcohol consumption, big dick Javi,
A word from the author: I wrote this after I saw those gifs that @palioom posted, and lusting over reclined, smoking Javi with @secretelephanttattoo
Word Count 1.6k
You walked back into the bedroom to find Javi still dressed, not even bothering to take off his jacket. He was just reclined, lit cigarette clutched protectively with the embers toward his wide palm.
You’d waited all day to have him to yourself, and now that you’re finally home, you can’t wait any longer. You’d changed out of your work clothes into something more comfortable and let his eyes rove over you, in a tank top that stretched obscenely over your tits and left little to the imagination, and silky red panties with a little bow on the front, and thin strips of elastic low on your hips connecting the front and back.
Javi’s eyes were dark, and he smirked almost imperceptibly as he nodded.
“What is it, cariño?” He knew exactly what you wanted, but he was going to make you work for it. “Something on your mind?”
You had no time for his games.
“Just you, Javi.”
“Me?” He was playing dumb now. Cute.
“Mhm. You know I needed you all day. You didn’t text me back.”
“Had a busy day, now I’m kind of tired.”
“But I need you, Javi.” You were leaning over him now, your left hand sinking into the plush white leather of the chair that he referred to as “the cuck chair” because of how it was angled toward the bed. With your other hand you started unbuttoning his shirt and slipping your hand inside to run his warm chest.
“Said I'm tired, baby.” If he wants you to beg, you’ll beg. You’d do anything for him tonight. You’d been soaked all day, squeezing your thighs in vain as you thought of him fucking you for all he was worth, stretching and filling you until you were so fucked out you didn’t know your name. You were desperate now, and he knew that. He knew it from the way you’d texted him at 10 am, a picture of your skirt hiked up to expose your lace panties, fingers splayed over your seam, and a short caption “all yours.”
“If you want it, you have to work for it.” Luckily, you liked a challenge. You climbed into his lap and unbuckled his belt while you kissed his neck and along his jaw, just slightly scratchy. You wiggled and simpered, breathing into his ear as you told him how you couldn’t concentrate at work because you needed his big dick so bad. He knew he was gifted but you knew he liked hearing you say it. You finished unbuttoning his shirt and worked open the button and zipper on his dark jeans. You smiled into his kiss when you felt his hard length straining against his boxers, but you kept your hands around his neck.
When he still refused to give you anything to work with, wouldn't touch you, just let you kiss him and slowly try to undress him as much as possible, you gave him a pout and sank to your knees between his legs. He watched as you peeled off your tank top and palmed your own breasts, pulling at your nipples and pinching them until they were still and sensitive, eyes locked on the only man who could give you what you needed.
Javi looked on with what may look like disinterest, but his voice had dropped just a bit deeper since the little game began. “That all you got? Just gonna play with your tits?” He asked as he blew a cloud of smoke into the air over your head.
“Javi, you’re so mean to me. You know I want you.”
“I’m right here. If you want it, take it.” His voice was level, but the way his lips were parted and his chest rose and fell betrayed him.
The carpet was soft and thick but still burned your knees as you rose to pull his jeans open further. Javi lifted his hips just enough to let you pull down his jeans and boxers past his hips before settling back in, lazily puffing at his cigarette between sips of whiskey from a wide glass. His cock spring free and you could see where the sparse hair along his hip had been smeared with precum. It gave you a small bit of satisfaction knowing he was enjoying himself.
You took a moment to marvel at him. His cock was big, leaning to the left a bit, heavy and tan, with a smooth foreskin covering the head. It was a beautiful dick, you both knew it. People often called Javier Peña cocky, but if they only knew…
Sucking just the head into your mouth, you took your time swirling your tongue around it, smoothing your tongue over the slit, sucking gently. Looking up through your eyelashes, you saw Javi’s brows knit together, and you pulled away to let a long line of saliva drip from your already swollen lips down over his cock. There was a soft groan from above you when you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and pumped up and down in a tight glide before replacing your hand with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing up and down before slowly pushing as far as you could, just to the point of gagging. You knew he loved coming down your throat, and you loved how he looked when you opened your mouth to show him that you’d swallowed every drop.
You didn’t do that, though. Instead you stood up, took the glass from his hand and sat it on the coffee table, then tugged his pants down, letting them pool at his ankles, not even bothering with his shoes. You just needed him exposed. If he wasn’t willing to do any work it didn’t matter anyway. Once he was as bare as he was going to get, you admired your work.
His chest and neck were flushed, his cock was hard and throbbing, and his arm was dropped uselessly over the arm of the chair, still clutching the smoldering cigarette.
“Still tired, Javi? Ready to go to bed?” You stood in nothing but the red panties with the obvious wet spot, “Cause if you are, we can stop.”
The annoyed look he shot you told you all you needed to know. You pushed your panties down your legs and took a step forward until one of his legs was between your own. His gaze was locked on your hand as you cupped your pussy, sliding two fingers through your dripping folds. Enough was enough. “Come here, cariño.” He murmured, finally relenting just the smallest bit, but it was enough for you.
You settled yourself on his lap, knees on either side of his narrow hips, and rubbed your slick onto his cock. Satisfied that you were ready to take him, you guided his cock through your folds, teasing your clit, before notching him at your entrance and sliding down him as slow as you could, until you were fully seated. javis hands found their place on your hips, gently guiding you to rock back and forth until you were acclimated to the stretch. “Fuck me. Fuck you’re so tight” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Take it, baby. Take what you need. Ride my cock. Want to see you come all over it. Come on.” He was beginning to sound desperate.
You picked up your pace, bouncing gently, rolling your hips, grinding your clit against his pubic bone, relishing in the sensation of being so full. Javi watched you fuck yourself on his cock, and cupped your tits, rubbing his thumbs over your peaked nipples while he told you how good you were doing for him. “That’s right, sweetheart. Just like that. Yeah. Yeah, oh fuck. Look so good like this.” You loved when he got talkative. His deep voice, his rough hands on your tits, his cock filling you to the brim, his coarse hair rubbing your clit just right reached a sudden crescendo that washed your orgasm over you like a wave. Your body jerked and your eyes were shut tight, lips in a silent o.
As you came down, your body felt light and boneless, nearly forgetting that there was a man under you who probably wanted to get off too. It didn’t take much, luckily. You braces yourself on his knees and leaned back, giving him a perfect unobstructed view of where your bodies met, letting him see how wet and swollen you were for him. You spread your knees wide and carefully lifted as far off of him as you could, leaving just the tip, before squeezing him tight and taking him all the way back in. You continued, and wiggled your hips a little, and as you worked up and down his length, you moved a little fast, a little harder, wet sticky sounds grew a little louder. “Goddamn. I’m close. Fuck. Fuck I’m going to come. Where do you want it?”
Javi really liked painting you with cum. It didn’t matter where, your tits, your face, your stomach, your ass, he loved seeing you wearing it. “Like a badge.” He said. You thought of telling him to cum on your pussy. It would have been easy. Instead though, you circled your hips and sighed- “inside.” It took Javi a best to register when you said, but when he did, he grabbed your hips firmly and thrust up hard. In moments he was spilling into you, rope after rope of his thick white cum.
Panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat, Javi held you against his chest, rubbing your back, gently squeezing your thigh, both of you catching your breath.
“That what you needed?”
“Yeah Javi. That was it.”
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a continuation of this one-shot
warnings: mentions of cheating, having an affair, bad-words, relationship insecurity, hints of NSFW, (Y/N) cries a lot but honestly I would too lmao
"If you think crying like this will make me want you, you're a fucking idiot."
You instinctively flinch, like Katsuki's words were physically hitting you. He notices your small movement from the corner of his eye, and moves so that his back is facing you to almost save you from the wrath he was unleashing on his ex-wife.
You weren't going to tell him what Ochako said to you. Because you knew it would cause trouble between them when that was the last thing you wanted. When accepting to marry the hero, you decided that no matter what, you wouldn't further cause tension between them. For Katsumi's sake.
Yet, it was Katsumi who told her father. Somehow she stole her mother's phone the moment they returned to Ochako's home across town and called Katsuki, explaining what she saw even if she didn't understand the whole story: mommy yelling at (Y/N) and making her cry.
Katsuki didn't hesitate to immediately coming home when receiving the distressing call from his own daughter, and scared the absolute crap out of you when he seemed to pop out of nowhere and demanded to know what Uraraka said to you.
Seeing his anger made you submit all too easily, and he patiently listened to you tell him what happened through broken sobs and snot pouring from your nose as you tried calming down. Katsuki was upset that you were upset, and had the idea to hug you, comfort you but then his phone rang.
Now he paced the living room, half listening to excuses Uraraka gave him for being unnecessarily cruel to you. You watched him from the plush couch, hiccuping now instead of intensely crying.
"I'm getting the lawyers involved," He barked, cutting off whatever his ex-wife was saying. You shake your head, not wanting to cause more drama but Katsuki holds a hand up to stop you. Leaning more into the couch cushion, you bite on your lip as anxiety digs into you.
"Tell Katsumi I love her and that she's not in trouble for calling me. You better not punish her for doing the right thing. I'll be damned if my daughter gets in trouble for calling her own father, you fucking bitch." He leaves it at that, promptly hanging up the phone before Ochako could have a word in.
Katsuki tosses his phone down onto the coffee table and rubs his face groaning. You watch, silent, not knowing what to do or say.
Noticing your cheeks were still read and how puffy your eyes became from crying, Katsuki cooed softly, "Come here baby, it's okay."
Holding his arms open, you immediately get up to let him hold you. Burying your face into his chest, you inhale his strong, expensive cologne. It works wonders to calm your racing heart.
"Let me see you, " Katsuki whispers, cupping your face gently so that you could look up at him. His red eyes burned like embers and seeing concern in them makes your bottom lip wobble so you bite it to stop from trembling.
"No, no," Katsuki lightly chastises, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb, tracing it lightly over the bite makes you gave yourself.
You still don't know what to say, but a broken, "Sorry."
Katsuki will have none of that, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "No (Y/N), I'm sorry my ex is a fucking cunt."
You're still sensitive, and hearing him say something that cruel makes you flinch.
"Don't call her that Katsuki, she is still Katsumi's mom." You're careful on correcting him, knowing he doesn't like it when you do that.
Katsuki sighs loudly, you feel him inhale and exhale. Looking back down at his phone, he looks almost annoyed. "She is, huh?"
Turning back to you, Katsuki can't help but admire how you look at him with your full attention, like you can't help but hang onto his every word. When he leans down to kiss you, it starts off slow and sensual. His tongue dominates yours and you completely relax against him, getting lost in his kiss.
"You think all that shit 'chako said was true?" Katsuki mumbles against your lips. Your eyes were closed and they stayed closed, but your eyebrows furrowed at his question. You don't respond.
"You wouldn't have cried that hard if you didn't think it was true."
He knows he's right. You know he's right. But you continue not to say anything, embarrassed to be so quick to lose trust in your husband from one simple conversation. Katsuki looks at how how your face begins to crumble, and is hurt from your hesitance.
"Look at me baby," He demands, and a smile almost graces his face when you listen to him. Fingers that were threaded in the hair by your neck tightened, making your neck snap up.
"None of that shit Ochako said was true." Katsuki looks straight into your eyes and you knew he was telling the truth. A weight that you weren't even aware of seemed to be lifted from your chest, and you almost wanted to begin crying from relief. But you don't, because you knew that would only irritate Katsuki further.
"Do you regret marrying me Katsuki?" You finally ask.
He really didn't have to marry you. You sure weren't expecting him to when the affair was leaked to the press, and after Ochako announced their divorce in a press statement. That was hell for you, when the whole world learned you were sleeping with Japan's #2 hero, who was married and a father. It hurt even worse when people realized you were the babysitter, like you purposely broke up the Bakugou family for your own personal gain. That wasn't true, it just happened and yes, you felt horrible about it but also you and Katsuki were real. No one, absolutely no one, wanted to hear your side of the story. Their minds were made up.
You lost everything from having an affair with Katsuki Bakugou.
Your parents were so disappointed, they cut off all contact with you. You had to drop out of college mid-semester after getting harassed by your peers. Fans of Katsuki would throw things at you when you'd walk through campus. Coffee, paint, condoms. Uravity fans were even worse, calling you all the horrible names in the book: slut, whore, home-wrecker, gold digger. They bullied you online constantly, and you had to take down all your social media pages because it got so bad. And when your phone number got leaked online? You almost went mad with the countless calls and messages from trolls that you broke your phone just to have peace. You were broke because no one wanted to hire you, especially not as a nanny.
You truly thought that Katsuki would end things during that time. He would only call you from a new, secure phone his assistant dropped off at your dorm, hearing you cry about all the things people had done and all the names they called you. It was a while before you got to see him again in-person, due to his publicity team deeming it appropriate to wait it out until the divorce was settled.
You didn't think Katsuki would stick around. You already cried and yearned for him when under the impression that he'd leave you. Sure, the relationship started with just hot sex. But you liked to believe that there were moments when you saw the real Katsuki, the one who was kind and gentle with you, the one you loved. God, after all the shit you endured because of him, you still loved him. That's what made it hard to finally see him, because you convinced yourself he was only asking you out to break things off with you completely.
Yet, when Katsuki went down on one knee and asked you to marry him, you burst into tears and said yes before really thinking about it because you were just glad he loved you and chose you.
It all happened so fast, too fast and you were slowly cracking under the idea that all of this was a mistake.
Katsuki laughs.
He fucking laughs. Whatever vulnerability you felt comfortable sharing with him is locked away in your chest.
"Fuck you!" You yell, pushing at his chest but there's no way you're getting away from him. Not if he didn't want you too.
Katsuki kisses you silly, and only pulls you back when you try to speak up.
"Stupid woman," He whispers against your lips. "I must be a bad husband if I have you thinking I regret ever choosing to be with you."
He's smirking now, thumbs tracing the underlying of your jaw.
"Go to the bedroom and wait for me, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me."
Your body heats up at his words, and he finally lets you go. Katsuki was never much of a talker, but rather liked showing how he felt. You knew you would never get a full explanation from him on what or why he decided to marry you, but you body ignited at how he would explain in the bedroom.
Yelping at the feeling of his hand swat at your behind when you turn to head towards the bedroom, Katsuki laughs out loud again.
Checking his phone as he grabs his hardening cock in his pants, his eyes look over the countless messages and emails notifications to see if any need his attention immediately.
Assistant Hana: when will you be back?
"Katsuki!" You yell from the room.
"Be there in a few, calm down!" He yells back, texting a quick message.
Bakugou: i got important business to deal with at home
A/N: I was going to continue the angst but surprisingly i decided to go with a 'happy' ending. i'll probably make more one shots using this storyline, keep a lookout for them.
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The door creaks open, and I look up from my spot on the couch, my heart picking up at the sight of you, still glistening with sweat. Your hair is tousled, and there’s a flushed glow to your skin that tells me you’ve pushed yourself hard. I can’t help but admire you, all that strength and determination wrapped up in a package I adore.
“Come here,” I beckon, my voice smooth as silk, thick with the promise. You follow my command, weaving through the room until you stand in front of me, breathing heavily but with a spark of excitement in your eyes.
I stand to take your hands, gently guiding you down to the plush rug beneath us. “You’ve worked so hard today, haven’t you?” I observe, my fingers brushing over your biceps, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath my touch. “You deserve a reward.” I retrieve some silk rope, enjoying the way your shoulders relax as I start to tie your wrists, the lush fabric binding you to me, representing both trust and surrender.
As I secure the knot, I lean in closer, my breath brushing against your ear. “Now, you can just be mine for a little while. Forget the world.” I kiss a path down your neck, feeling the warmth radiate from your skin.
I begin to work my fingers into your tight muscles, kneading away the tension with firm but gentle strokes. The low growl of satisfaction that escapes your lips pleases me deeply.
“That’s it. Let go for me,” I coax, feeling you melt under my touch. With every caress, I trail my kisses down your collarbone, savoring the taste of your skin. I can feel your body responding, instinctively leaning into my ministrations as I take special care to give attention to every inch of you.
“Such a good boy,” I murmur, my lips traveling further down, exploring your chest, your abs, hungry for the taste of you. I take my time, enjoying the way your breaths quicken with anticipation. “You’ve earned this, and I want to make sure you know how much I appreciate your hard work.”
When I reach your waist, I pause, looking up to meet your eyes, a smirk playing on my lips. “But first, I want you to feel every sensation, to understand just how deep my devotion lies.” I slide down your body, burying my face against your abdomen, my kisses warm and lingering. I take my time, teasing you with soft brushes of my lips, each gentle kiss igniting new flames of desire.
The strength in your frame contrasts beautifully with the softness of my touch. I kneel before you, my heart racing at the sight of your bound form. I take a deep breath, letting the energy of the moment wrap around us as I lean in to taste you properly. You gasp as my mouth meets you, my tongue swirling to explore, to savor.
“You’re so responsive,” I gasp against you. The way your body begins to quiver fuels my desire further. “Let me hear you,” I purr, the sound reverberating from me to you, a melodic encouragement.
With every flick of my tongue, I feel your tension building, your whimpers urging me on, driving the embers burning within. “Just like that… so good for me,” I croon, the taste of your arousal intoxicating.
I can see the need twisting in your expression, the way your body arches into my mouth, begging for more. “How good is it, doll? Don’t I know you so well? My sweet boy,” I coax, my fingers gripping your thighs as your body instinctively responds to my every touch. “I got you, baby; just give in.”
I watch you unravel, your body trembling and bucking as you release, the sensations overwhelming yet intoxicating. I memorize every sound you make as you flood my mouth and senses with your pleasure.
When the waves of ecstasy wash over you, I linger, relishing in the aftermath as I rise back to catch your gaze. Your eyes are bright with a mix of satisfaction and adoration, and I smile softly. “Such a perfect pet,” I whisper, pressing soft kisses to your lips and then your forehead. “You did so well today. I’m proud of you.”
I untie your wrists slowly, savoring the intimacy of the moment as I slide my fingers along your skin. “Come with me,” I whisper, guiding you to the plush sofa nestled in the corner of the room. You follow, your body still basking in the remnants of pleasure, and I smile at the sight of you, beautifully relaxed.
Once we're settled, I encourage you to lie face down on the soft fabric. I lean over you, the warmth of my body enveloping you as I begin to massage your back. My hands move knowledgeably, kneading away any tension that lingers. I take my time, pouring my care and energy into each soothing stroke. As I work, I lean down to plant soft kisses along your spine, each touch intentional, each kiss a mark of my affection.
I let my lips linger deliciously longer on certain spots, leaving strong hickeys that speak of ownership and desire, a reminder of your place. I can almost hear the quiet sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you sink deeper into the softness of the couch, surrendering completely to my touch.
Once I finish with your back, I work my way down your legs. My fingers trail down your thighs, kneading and massaging every muscle, making sure you feel cared for and cherished. I forever relish in the way your body instinctively leans into me, a physical testament to the trust you've placed in my hands.
After the massage, I settle down beside you, pulling you into my embrace. You lay your head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around you, resting my fingers in the crook of your neck, feeling your heartbeat against mine. My fingers begin to run gently through your hair, a soothing rhythm that seems to calm the world around us.
“You intrigue and impress me all the time,” I murmur softly, my voice tender as I share sweet affirmations. “You’re so strong and brave, and I’m so proud of you.” I pepper kisses atop your head, feeling the rise and fall of your breath becoming more steady and peaceful.
“You’re my everything,” I continue, each word wrapped in sincerity. “Rest now, love. You deserve it.” As I speak, I can feel you relax further into me, the comfort of my presence lulling you into a tranquil state.
Your eyelids begin to flutter, and soon enough, I feel your body grow heavier against mine as you drift off to sleep, a serene smile gracing your lips. I hold you close, cherishing the quiet moment between us, savoring the intimacy as I remain awake for a while longer, still running my fingers through your hair and watching over you, grateful for the relationship we share.
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Im in love with your writing for MK ❤️ and I’m in love with Syzoth 💚 . So may I request Syzoth having a heavy breeding kink and desperate filling his human s/o to the brim with his seed also having a size kink .
tw: afab pronouns and anatomy used
Syzoth could truly not himself. He a sick man, one so depraved and foul. There no stopping it, however, he a slave to these compulsions that strangle him savagely. Guided by that which is written in his nature, the primal need he simply cannot deny, Syzoth is exceptionally wicked.
Blurred eyes of emerald stare at the figure so pinned beneath him. Her legs so far pushed and moved into the air as he has made her bend and stretch so that he may drive himself so deeply into her. He knows she is moaning yet the world so corroded with the sensation of her tight and sticky walls suctioning onto his long and thick length.
Never has sex felt so good since he discovered human intercourse. Such a warm place to sheath himself into. Oh so wet and sloppy it feels coiled around him. So warm...so warm...Syzoth loves her pussy wrapped around his cock. He could live within it forever and ever. What a heaven that would be to be blessed with breeding her pussy endlessly.
There's a deep growl bellowing around his throat as his cock continues its attack on her wet and sticky core. Syzoth is panting, trying to push more and more of himself into her but his length struggles. It thick and wide, how could she hope to fit it all?
"C-Come on..." Syzoth whispers into the air, hips burning and burning. "Take more...come on...!"
Moans burst to life from the depths of her lungs and he presses forward in his siege. Her defenses simply cannot manage, beginning to crumble apart into agonizing rapture. More and more she spreads for him, the seas of her parting for its master.
Such pathetic pants come from him, like an eager and overly excited puppy. Moans find themselves dancing together, tangled and unclear of which belongs to who. The sea is open to him, exposed completely and finally all of his length is surrounded in embers.
Green eyes cannot help but look at that outline etched into her pretty little stomach. Soon it will full of much more, so much more. He's leans over her, so close, so desperate. He wants to finish, he wants to finish inside her. Inside his seed will gather and mingle with her precious nurturing home. Through this wonderful gestation will be his brood, his kin.
His spine his curling and shaking with just the thought of filling her up with his offspring. How beautiful she will look so rounded with his child. Her breasts already so plush will swell and swell to provide for his child and for him. Syzoth must get her pregnant. He must...he must!
The grip on her morphs into power, fingers leaving bruises in her skin. Yes, that's it...she throbs around him so wildly, already trying to milk him dry. He'll provide, he'll give it all to her. Syzoth cannot stop himself, thrusts so brutally feverish; guided by that primal need to breed.
"Get pregnant..." he growls so close to her neck. "Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, getpregnantgetpregnant-"
Words bends and slur together until they become lost in the fog of groans and moans. From that fog a birth a pleasure is sprung upon them. So much...so warm and gushing as he delivers himself into her.
"Have my babies..." words are whispers on a voice most sore. "you'll look so pretty..."
Syzoth cannot be sure if he even speaking aloud or if these mere thoughts but it didn't matter. He stays so nestled within her burning nether. Such pretty pearls are poured into a womb most inviting and Syzoth's long and forked tongue curls around her neck so sweetly.
Both of them are panting now. So tired, so worn and yet Syzoth begins to move his hips again. Her moans are a wanton cry, still so sensitive but he cannot stop yet. Not until each precious drop of his seed finds a home inside her womb.
im such a nasty fucker for lewding syzoth like this omfg
#mortal kombat#mk1 2023#mortal kombat fanworks#mortal kombat headcanons#mk1#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat smut#syzoth x you#syzoth x reader#syzoth#syzoth smut
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Could we do a fic where we get the fem character being in control with Joel (smut wise 😏)and he does exactly what she tells him to do, if ur not too busy :)
Dominate Me
A/N: Hi there! I have never written a dom reader before where Joel is the sub, so I hope this is something you were looking for! I usually write pleasure dom Joel 🤭 I had a lot of fun with this and gotta shout out @mountainsandmayhem for helping me with mood board pics and ideas! I’m kinda screaming at the last line I wrote, you know I always gotta end my stories on a softish note 🥰 I hope you and everyone else enjoys this little fic!
Word Count: 1.8k
Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)
Summary: You dominate Joel in the bedroom, and he takes every demand that you give him
Tags: Unprotected P in V, dirty talk, smut, oral, cream pie, dom reader, sub! Joel
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
The room is filled with thick clouds of lust, the red fire embers burning shadows across the black walls. The silky white rug underneath you slides against your feet as you slowly circle him, dragging your long black nails across his bare, scratched up back. Your fingers glide across the tethered rope that binds his hands together, gently snickering as you’ve got Joel exactly where you want him. Submissive and begging.
“Please,” he begs, the edge of his voice deep with need. It’s gravelly, pleading as it makes you wet to the sound.
“Please, what?” you bite back. You drag your hand unhurriedly down his chest, fingers catching against the coarse hair that lays there. Soft and dark, manly.
You snake your fingers down his dark happy trail, skating around his thick, weeping cock as you tease him, torment him. You know he needs it. You know.
He moans, a tortured grunt carrying through his chest as more precum spills over the edge of his swollen tip. “Fuck, honey. Need ya to touch me. Please,” he begs as his hips buck up as you brush your fingertips over the tip of him, collecting precum as you place your index finger in your mouth and suck, letting the salty taste slide down your throat all slow and warm.
“Ask nicely with my name and maybe I will,” you smirk, red lipstick matted against your lips as you slide your tongue briskly over your bottom lip. You brush against the underside of his cock and trace the large vein that wraps around his silky skin. He sucks in a breath as you tease him. You love to tease him, love to hear his tortured cries. It pleasures you more than anything as you feel the inside of your thighs coat with slick.
“Please, goddess. Please, let me cum, my queen,” he grunts as another tortured plea leaves his plush lips. He’s so fucking hard, you can barely stand it.
“There. Was that so hard?” you smirk slyly. He flexes against the tight rope and fights his silky black blindfold that covers his eyes. He’s always such a good pet. Your favorite plaything.
“No. Just… just c’mon, baby. Please,” he begs.
“Goddess,” you correct as you grab his cock tightly, squeezing as you see the veins bulge in his neck, a bead of sweat running down a piece of his tousled curl that sticks to his shiny forehead.
“Fuck,” he hisses as you slide your hand up and down his shaft teasingly.
You push his large thighs apart and bend down gently, sticking your tongue out as you lap at the precum that bubbles over his swollen tip. He jerks against his bindings and makes a whimpering sound as you chuckle and take him deep in your mouth, sliding up and down as you let his warm, salty precum wash down your constricted throat.
“Goddamn, baby. Keep goin’, shit,” he moans with clenched teeth as you quickly slide his thick length out of your mouth, letting your hand drop from the base of him as you click your tongue.
“It’s goddess, Miller,” you growl as you leave him begging for your mouth again.
“Please, my gorgeous goddess. Need your lips,” he begs as his tied hands clench together in tight fists.
“You think so? Are you sure?” you ask seductively, fingers trailing through his coarse hair as you make more precum spill over his thick cock. You slide your thumb over his weeping tip and let it sit there, circling his most sensitive areas as you know this drives him crazy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans. “Wanna see ya, my queen. Please. Let me see you,” he pleads as the edge of his tortured voice carries around the little room, reaching the fogged up panes of the window as the air fills with sex and desire.
“Is that right? You wanna see little ‘ole me?” you tease as you hover over his lap, slowly sitting down as you brush your clothed folds over the base of him, quietly holding back a moan as you hit the edge of your wet clit.
Fuck. You’re gonna have to do something about this tingly sensation. You’re so fucking wet.
“Yes. Please, need it so bad. Let me see ya, goddess,” he purrs, his deep voice carrying through your ears as it vibrates through your entire body. He’s always such a good sub, always willing to listen to you and beg for it. You love it.
“Well,” you say quietly, “since you asked nicely.”
You tug off the silky black blindfold as you toss it to the floor and stare up into pitch black eyes, pupils dilated as desire consumes him. His tousled curls are a mess, some sticking straight up as others stick to the sweat of his tanned skin. He’s so fucking handsome all tied up and begging for you. You love the power dynamic, love being in control as it makes this so much more fun.
He watches you take a step back, sliding your lacy panties down your thighs and kicking them off your feet. You sit one of your black high heels with the golden snake clasps that sit around your ankles against the wooden chair, brushing the side of your foot over the base of him as he grits his teeth and hisses. You’re being such a filthy tease, and you love it.
You open up your thigh, letting him see just how wet and swollen you are. You’re so turned on, and you need a release. Now. You glide your hand down as you slowly start to circle yourself, feeling your body start to catch fire as you continue the motions. You hear the slick collect on your fingers, feel the warm sensations slip over you as you elicit a pleasurable moan from your lips.
Joel pulls and thrashes against the binds as he clenches his jaw tight, his pupils jet black as he watches you with eyes of a starved predator. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet, goddess. Wanna touch you so damn bad, shit,” he growls as he watches you cry out in pleasure, pushing a finger inside yourself as you see his jaw drop, drool pooling out of his hungry mouth.
You smirk as you see what you do to him. It’s so fucking hot to watch him be tortured by you, knowing damn well it makes his blood flow right to his cock. Right where you want it to.
You look down at his hard, weeping cock and lick your lips slowly. You know what you have to do. You drop your leg over his thigh and climb on top of him as you brace yourself against his broad shoulders and slowly sink down onto his large length, pacing yourself as you start to ride him nice and slow, keeping the tempo exactly how you like it as you let your throbbing bundle of nerves brush against the coarse hair that sits at the base of him.
“Oh, God. Yeah,” you moan out as his thick cock fills you up, squeezing your walls as you move up and down, up and down. The pleasure rushing through your body as you feel your orgasm build up, the base of your spine tingling as you feel hot heat bubbling low in your stomach.
“Goddamn it,” he whines as he looks at you with a pained expression in his dark eyes. He watches you slide up and down him with a steady motion, your hips rocking against his as the pleasure washes over you, making you knit your eyebrows together as you’re so close. So close to finding that sweet release.
“C’mon, goddess. Give it to me. Please, I’m beggin’ ya,” he pleads as he braces his wrists about the rope, wishing he could reach out and touch you. It’s absolutely killing him that he can’t touch you. He wants to so fucking bad.
“Say please,” you demand with a weak, pathetic voice as you start to break around him.
“Please,” he begs with a deep voice. That alone is enough to break you. You rock your hips into him as you feel yourself clench up around his cock and feel warm heat pool over him as you throw your head back and moan loudly, your voice filling the room with dense pleasure as you ride out your orgasm.
“So fuckin’ pretty, my queen. Goddamn,” he slurs as you continue riding him slowly, keeping the steady pace as you feel him start to break, too.
“I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna…” he moans.
“Go on then, you’ve earned it,” you coax.
That’s enough to make him buck his hips up into you as thick ropes of cum fill your insides, coating you in pure white as you revel in the ecstasy. It feels good, so right every single time he lays claim to your body. Even though you love being the dominant one, you love when he claims you as his own.
After he’s finished coming down from his high, you slowly slide off his lap and trail your index finger down to his tied wrists, slipping it inside one of the knots as you ask the next question. “Had enough, Miller?” you tease as your hand strokes against his, igniting warm feelings in your chest as you play your little game.
“Mhm,” he hums.
“Give me your safe word then,” you whisper as your index finger traces lines over his calloused palms.
“Whiskey,” he says through weatherd breaths.
“That’s my good boy,” you praise as you start to unbind his hands, tugging the tight knots loose as you let his hands fall back to his sides, seeing the lines of indentions where it leaves marks on his wrists.
As you start to walk back to retrieve your panties, Joel grabs a hold of your waist and pulls you down onto his lap. “Joel!” you laugh as he holds you tight, not letting you get away as he snakes his hands around your hips.
“Tryin’ to run away, darlin’? Without lettin’ me give you a kiss?” he teases as a warm smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his eyes bright as deep brown irises stare back at you. “Such a pretty girl,” he smiles, warmth flooding your cheeks as you shake your head back and forth.
“You’re too soft, Miller,” you smirk as you playfully push at his shoulder, lifting your lips into a big smile as you stare back at him.
“Yeah, but you love it, don’t ya?” he teases.
Your eyes sink into his, and you know the answer. “Yeah. I really do,” you beam as warmth coats your entire body.
“Yeah ya do,” he laughs. “C’mere.”
He cups the back of your head and pulls you close as his lips crash down on yours, feeling the soft, plushy skin as you let him devour you nice and slow. You wrap your arms around his neck and bathe in his warmth, in his lips, in his everything. You may love being a dominant in the bedroom, but outside of it you just really fucking love this man.
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This is also me shamelessly submitting another request alongside my very NSFW one: could we get Raphael being there while Tav gives birth?
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Tav paced back and forth, hands resting on her swollen belly. Each time a contraction tore through her she would grimace, bend forward as much as possible, and bear it with whatever dignity she scrounged up. When the pain passed, she’d resume pacing.
“Mistress,” said the Infernal physician, “perhaps you should lay down -”
“No,” barked Tav. “I don’t want to lay down.”
“So you intend to wear a trench into my floors instead?” Drawled Raphael.
“Yes,” replied Tav, glaring daggers at him.
“Mistress,” the physician tried again, “it would be easier for both you and the child if you -”
“I’m not bloody laying down,” growled Tav. “I’ve been laying down for the last three months of pregnancy. I need to move around or I’m going to cut this baby out of my stomach myself.”
“You won’t change her mind,” Raphael said lightly, “she’s a stubborn creature. She’ll do things her way until she simply cannot any longer.”
The physician sighed, rubbing her eyes.
Tav’s waters had broken several hours ago – much to poor Haarlep’s horror. Raphael was away on business at the time, but as soon as word reached him that his first offspring was about to be born, he’d burst back into the house, physician in tow. The birthing room had been ready for a few days, Tav slightly exceeding her due date, so the three had sequestered inside. Now it was simply a waiting game. The physician hovered nearby. Raphael sat in a plush, comfy chair, seeming to all the world as indifferent and relaxed as usual. Only the occasional twitch of his tail gave away his potential anxiety.
It felt like the entire House of Hope, even every wailing soul within the walls, were holding their breaths. Teetering on the edge of anticipation for the ushering in of a new era: the birth of a prince.
“Ah…!” Tav stopped in her tracks. Hissed as fresh, furious pain wracked her. Different, sharper than before. It didn’t fade. “I think…argh, I think he’s coming…!”
The physician touched Tav’s belly, felt lower, between her thighs. “Yes. You’re open enough. I feel his head. You need to get into the water.”
The physician helped Tav out of her sweat-soaked nightdress and in to the bathing pool of hot water. Raphael watched intently, his onyx and ember eyes never blinking, as Tav – teeth gritted – eased herself into a sitting position, knees up and apart. The water and its soothing magic helped, but the baby wanted out, now. Demanding, just like his father, and damn was she feeling it.
“Gods…he finally decides he’s ready and he’s just going to…to rip right through me…” Tav panted. Curled her fists. Cried out as a violent contraction signalled the end, and the beginning.
“Start pushing,” instructed the physician. Tav groaned, a sound that morphed into a dull scream. Raphael stood up, crossed the room, standing close. His tail thrashed wildly but his expression remained neutral. Tav gave him a foul, pained look.
“This is your fault,” she snarled, slapping her palms on the sides of the bath. “I’ll kill you for this, I swear it.”
“Of course you will, darling,” purred Raphael.
He was not indifferent to her suffering, she knew. Part of him enjoyed it. That she was agonising to bring their – his – son into life only made her pain taste sweeter. It was the simple truth of Raphael’s nature. Something Tav had accepted long ago. Birthing this baby was the scariest thing she’d ever done, scarier than coming to terms with how she felt for a diabolical devil, that she was willing to give him her soul and her heart. Even facing down the Netherbrain didn’t compare. She was hurting and she was frightened, but Raphael was there, strong and assured and steady, and Tav knew she could get through it.
Not without one Hell of a fuss, however.
“GET THIS DAMN THING OUT OF ME!” She bellowed between screams.
“Keep pushing!” Yelled the physician.
“What do you think I’m doing?!” Tav roared back.
“Push, Tav,” Raphael intoned. Commanded. “Let our son’s life begin.”
Eventually, amidst the blood and pain and chaos, it did. A wrinkled, wet and wailing infant was placed on Tav’s chest and she, exhausted and delirious, loved him instantly and irrevocably.
“Healthy,” declared the physician, “and strong. Very strong.”
Tav tiredly adjusted her baby, who latched onto her nipple and began to suckle. His thin, ropey little tail curled. Raphael looked down at them, smug and preening with pride. He would never be the type to offer her his hand to squeeze for comfort, or become overly emotional and adoring of his new son, but he was there. He stayed. And those things mattered more to Tav than her pride would ever let her admit.
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I personally believe that dragonic sorcerers have periods where they basically go into a rut/heat and make a whole nest.... So I’m saying that in that one story you did, Shadowheart would not have been seen for at least a month. And when she and Tav reappear she is one very happy lady, covered in love bites and filled with cum love.
However, I think that this would be the third or fourth time she had helped her husband with his broody time. They’ve already settled down, have a nice little fortune to live off, and Shadowheart just up and tells Tav “I want a baby, so next time during your season knock me up,” or something or the sort.
But anyways; can you write this as smut?
Okay! So, didn't write this as smut, ended up as fluff, my bad whoops anyways hope you enjoy it x
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Shadowheart x Draconic!Sorceror!reader | This time..
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Shadowheart and you had settled into a comfortable routine. Your adventures had brought you wealth, and now you enjoyed the peace and luxury that came with a life of stability. It was during one of these quiet evenings, the two of you nestled together in your cozy home, that Shadowheart dropped a bombshell.
The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. You were reclining on the plush sofa, Shadowheart curled up against your side. Her head rested on your shoulder, her hand absently tracing patterns on your chest. You had just finished recounting an old adventure when she turned her face up to you, her eyes serious and intent.
“Darling,” she began, her voice soft yet firm. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”
You looked down at her, curious. “Oh? About what?”
She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say. “I want a baby. Next time during your season, knock me up, make sure I can't walk for a week afterwards.”
The bluntness of her words took you by surprise. You blinked at her, processing the sudden shift in conversation. “You… want a baby?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding decisively. “I want to start a family with you. We’ve been through so much together, and I feel like this is the next step for us.”
You felt a surge of emotions at her declaration. Joy, excitement, and a profound sense of love for the woman beside you.
“Why wait until my season?” you asked, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. “If you’re sure about this, we can start right now.”
Shadowheart’s eyes widened, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “Right now?”
“Right now,” you confirmed, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I don’t want to waste another moment.”
Shadowheart responded eagerly, her hands tangling in your hair as she deepened the kiss. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with anticipation and desire. You shifted, gently lowering her onto her back, your body hovering over hers.
Your hands roamed over her body, your touch gentle yet insistent. Shadowheart arched into you, her breath coming in soft gasps as you worshipped her with your kisses and caresses. Her skin was warm and smooth under your fingers, her body pliant and eager.
As you touched her, there was a new intensity, a deeper connection and desire. Every touch, every kiss, was imbued with the knowledge that you were creating something beautiful together. The thought of starting a family with Shadowheart filled you with a fierce, protective love, that only served to fuel you in your.. endeavours.
After a night of pure passion, you and Shadowheart lay entwined in each other’s arms, the soft glow of the embers in the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the room. You were both breathless, hearts pounding with a mixture of exhilaration and tenderness.
You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow to gaze down at Shadowheart, who looked up at you with a contented smile. Her fingers lazily traced the scales on your chest, the warmth of her touch sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
“I think it worked,” you murmured, your voice laced with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Shadowheart raised an eyebrow, her smile turning into a playful smirk. “Already claiming victory, are we?”
You chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. “I have a good feeling about this,” you insisted, lowering your head to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Our little one is on the way.”
She let out a soft huff of laughter, shaking her head fondly. “You and your instincts,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Well, I suppose time will tell.”
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I just wanna squish her so bad, hope y'all enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 tav#baldurs gate tav#baldurs gate iii#shadowheart x tav#shadowheart x reader#shadowheart x draconic sorcerer#shadowheart imagine#bg3 imagines
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Why do fictional characters as children look so fucking cute😭
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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 14
A/N: Can you tell I haven't even attempted trying to figure out the queue?? LOL.
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: COVID, lil angsty, medical diagnosis, swearing, implied smut,
All I want for Christmas is you.
“Fuck off, Mariah Carey.” I think to myself on Christmas night at the words of her iconic song filtering in from the Bose speaker in the kitchen.
Silently, I’m sitting in a plush chair in the corner of the living room. The kids are playing with their presents. Alex and Felicia are cleaning up dinner in the kitchen. The fire in the living room is crackling softly, popping on occasion as the logs break down into embers. The snow is falling gently outside and I know if I go out there, the night will be as silent as I imagine it to be. All of us are wearing matching PJs. It’s their family tradition they started when Sawyer was born. They got me a set because they didn’t want me to feel left out. The good intentions were there, but the truth is it makes me feel more alone and out of place.
I wish Kevin was here. I close my eyes and imagine him in Sweden. It’s no longer Christmas there, but I know he was with Andreas and his family. Kevin is used to celebrating the holidays without his family, instead being taken in to others and their traditions. He says he doesn’t mind, but I think he does now, not being here with us. We spoke earlier in the day, but he seemed distracted and distant, which just added to the loneliness I already feel. I know he will be back soon, but my heart longs for him today.
“Sam.” Alex’s voice drifts to me from across the room. I glance in his direction. “You have a visitor.” Him and Felicia share a knowing look.
I peek towards the door, not seeing anyone in the entry way. Confused, I slowly get up, trudging across the carpet. I still don’t see anyone as I glance to the front door.
“Who is it?” I narrow my eyes suspiciously at my brother.
“You’ll see. Grab your coat and mask.” He tells me, giving me nothing more as he turns back to rinsing the dishes. I grab both from the front closet, shrugging my jacket over my pajamas. I flip my hair out of the collar and switch my slippers for my Uggs. I almost fall as I step out onto the front porch.
“Eek!” I squeak, grabbing the front door to stabilize myself.
The light snow from this evening has turned to ice on the porch. Apparently it’s gotten a bit colder as the day has gone on. As I straighten, I look to the right and see a familiar Black Audi parked in the driveway. My mouth drops open in shock and I swing around, looking for him. There, my Christmas present patiently awaits for me. Kevin Fiala’s hands are stuffed into the pockets of his Adidas sweatpants. The ends of his hair are flipping up around the edges of his black hat and he looks so damn delectable even with the white N95 mask on his face. His brown eyes twinkle back at me with the same intensity of the Christmas lights wrapped around the railing.
“Kev!” I move towards him and he holds his hands up in caution.
“Put your mask on, babe. I just got here from the airport.” Behind his mask and in his voice, I can feel the smile on his face. I quickly secure my mask and walk towards him, already forgetting about the slick surface of the porch. I can feel the tears burning my eyes as I reach him. I slip again, but his hands grasp my upper arms to steady me. He pulls me into his arms with no hesitation and I bury my face directly into his chest.
“Hi baby.” He murmurs, holding me close as we sway slightly. He smooths my hair down with his hand, keeping me flush against his chest.
“Hi! I have missed you so much.” I sob to him. Tears are streaming down my face and sinking into the mask on my face. Stupid COVID. Stupid masks. Stupid every layer of cloth keeping us from each other’s skin.
“Me too… Me too.” He lets out a heavy sigh. We stay like that for minutes, maybe even hours, I don’t know. All I know is that the feeling of being in his arms has erased every hard minute of the last few months. All the pain, sadness, and fear is gone and every fiber of my being is pulsing with love for the man in my arms.
“I really want to kiss you.” He finally murmurs to me. I tilt my chin up to look into his face. His hands come up to my cheeks and he cautiously wipes his thumbs under my eyes. “I’d like to kiss these away too.” His eyes are soft as they look into mine.
“It’s okay. You’re here now.” I tell him, snuggling back into his chest. “I thought you weren’t coming until next week?”
“I moved my flight. I told you I would be here as soon as I could. My Visa was approved two days ago and I grabbed the first flight I found.” He admits to me. “I just need to get this quarantine over and then we can really be together.”
“I guess I have to stay here?” I laugh at him, thinking about the current quarantine guidelines for the NHL. Now that he is back, we will both need to be tested for COVID several times the next few days. “I definitely didn’t bring enough clothes.”
“Yeah, at least for 7 days you’ll need to be here. I’ll bring you some clothes tomorrow.” I nod in response and grow quiet again. I close my eyes and listen to the steady beating of his heart. All the days and nights that I dreamed of this moment, don’t even come close to being as good as the real thing. He’s warm, solid, and smells as delicious as I remember.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to let go of you.” I tell Kevin. Truthfully though, the chill is beginning to sneak into my coat. My fingers and nose are ice cold, and yet now that he’s here, I can’t let him leave.
“We have time. I brought a blanket.” He says, reaching down to the porch for the fleece blanket and wrapping it around us.
“You think of everything.” I giggle to him. “I should have brought my mittens out.” I mumble.
“Put your hands in my jacket.” He opens his jacket and I set them against his warm sides. He gives a little shiver in response. I move my hands to his chest and stare at them there, before slowly moving them up to wrap around his neck.
“I’d risk it.” I whisper, desperately wanting to pull our masks down and place our lips together. “It would be worth it.” He leans down and places his forehead against mine.
“You know I want to eat you up, babe. But I’m not going to live with that on my conscious. We are already closer than we should be.”
“I understand.” I nod, meeting his gaze with a soft look.
“Come sit with me.” He points to the swing on the porch. We walk over and wrap together under the blanket. I lay my head against his shoulder as Kevin rocks us gently. “Maybe we can sleep outside tonight?” He jokes, looking at the temperature gage that reads 19 degrees.
We sit on the porch for another hour, talking some but mostly just holding one another. A light snow has begun to fall again. I have lost feeling in my fingers and the parts of my face not protected from the chill of Winter. A hard shiver rolls through me, making me burrow tighter into Kevin’s arms.
“I think it’s time, babe.” Kevin murmurs to me, “You might actually get sick if you stay out here.”
“No.” I pout at him, even as my chattering teeth make it difficult to speak. “I-I’m not that c-cold.” Kevin gives me a sarcastic look and encourages me to stand.
“I’ll be back with your clothes tomorrow… and with extra layers for our porch date.”
“I want less layers on you.” I tell him breathlessly, thinking of just how long it’s been since I’ve had him.
Kevin’s eyes get a little darker and his voice turns dead serious.
“Soon.” He assures me. “I’ve been thinking for months about all the things I want to do to you.”
“Tell me.” I insist, grabbing at his jacket to pull him closer.
“Sam.” Kevin gives me a warning as I reach for the front of his pants.
“You suck.” I whisper out in frustration. Why can’t he just stop caring about my wellbeing and bend me over this railing to fuck me? Whew.. yeah... it’s been awhile.
“I want you to be sucking me.” He winks before grabbing the blanket and guiding me towards the front door.
“In your car?” I question with hopeful eyes. Kevin gives a genuine laugh and in his eyes I can see how large his grin is behind his mask.
“How about when I get back to our place, I call you and walk you through all the areas I want to touch you.” I purse my lips and let out a deep sigh.
“Kevin.”
“Samantha.” He wraps me tightly in his arms again and I burrow into his chest as deep as I can. He strokes my brown hair and rocks us softly back and forth. “I’ll call you in 20 minutes.”
“I love you, Kev.” I mumble to him as we gingerly pull apart.
“I love you too.” He gives me one more longing look before he walks over to the stairs. He looks back at me as he rounds the hood of his car. “Go inside.” He calls to me. I roll my eyes, but do as requested.
From the warmth of the entry way, I watch Kevin’s Audi pull away. He waves to me one last time before he begins his journey to Minneapolis where he will quarantine until all our COVID tests confirm it is safe for me to join him. I smile softly and watch until after his tail lights disappear down the snowy street. My smile follows me into the living room where everyone is snuggled together watching Elf. I unzip my jacket and throw it onto the chair beside the kitchen. Alex glances back at me and gives me a grin.
“Thank you.” I say to him, knowing he could have told Kevin to stay away but didn’t.
“COVID has taken enough from us. It didn’t need to take that too.” He gives me a brief nod.
“We are watching Elf. Want to join?” Felicia wonders as she takes a bite of popcorn.
“No.” I tell her, heading towards the stairs. “I’ve got an important phone call in twenty minutes that I can’t afford to miss.”
She gives me a knowing look then bursts out laughing as Alex puts his head in his hands.
Hey, Alex never said anything about phone sex.
_ _ _
“Auntie, I want to play hockey.” Sawyer puffs out in annoyance.
“I know, bud. I’m sorry.” I give him a frown and open my arms for a hug. All youth sports in the state are still shut down due to increasing case numbers. Sawyer is going stir crazy not being able to play the game he loves. “Come here.” He steps into my embrace and lets out a sad puff of a sigh.
“This isn’t fair.”
“No, it’s not.” I confirm to him.
The kids and I are in the living room trying to pass time while we wait for their parents to return. Alex had an MRI this morning in St. Paul and had follow up appointment immediately after. I’ve been trying to be patient and distract the kids and I with multiple activities throughout the day, but it hasn’t helped. I lay my cheek against my nephew’s head and think back to a few days after Christmas.
Everything was great. Kevin was cleared from quarantine and back to practice with the team. I moved back home with Kevin and we finally got to let out months of built up sexual frustration on each other. Make up sex is nice and all, but have you ever been fucked after missing each other for MONTHS? Cause that is the stuff that makes your body turn into literal jell-o.
Things took a drastic turn when Alex wasn’t immediately cleared to join the team after his physical. Because of having COVID earlier in the Fall, he had to undergo additional testing, including an EKG to ensure there were not lasting effects from the virus. We are still unsure how Alex ever tested positive for COVID being he was asymptomatic and the rest of us constantly tested negative. But this virus works in mysterious ways that we still don’t fully understand. This was confirmed even more when his EKG was irregular. To get a better understanding, doctors ordered an MRI. Until we have more answers, I’ve been keeping Alex’s struggles to myself. I say it’s to protect his privacy, but it’s likely more denial than anything else.
“Can we go play at the park?” Sawyer wonders, pulling back and looking hopeful.
“It’s too cold buddy. Your little fingers would break right off your body.” I tease him, giving him a few ticklish pokes. Sawyer lets out a disappointed sigh and I have to hide my smile from him. Winters in Minnesota can be brutal, especially with kids who have already been holed up for months.
“We can watch Mighty Ducks?” I suggest to him. He immediately nods his head in agreement and jumps onto the couch. The Mighty Ducks is one of his favorite series. During the last lockdown, he kept practicing his knuckle puck on Alex in the driveway.
We are getting to the scene where the Gordon Bombay rolls onto the ice in the limo when Alex and Felicia come walking through the door. Their faces are somber and I know the news they have is not good. I swallow a gulp and wait for what to do. Felicia comes to the couch, gathering her children into her arms and snuggling them in close. I can tell how hard she is trying to keep it together and my heart aches for her.
“Sam, can you come with me?” Alex asks, motioning to his office at the front of the house. I nod and step off the couch to follow him. He shuts the door and pulls out his phone. “I’m going to call mom, dad, and Nick too.” I nod in understanding and settle into the chair on the other side of his desk.
“Hi honey.” I hear my mom answer the phone. She seemingly has been expecting this call. “Your dad and Nick are here too.”
“Good. I’ve got Sam with me.” Alex informs them before running a hand through his hair. “So, the doctor’s confirmed my heart is enlarged on the MRI today.” My mom gasps and lets out a strangled cry. My heart lurches in my chest and begins to pound in response to the curdling fear streaking through me.
“Shit.” I hear Nick say. I can imagine his head is in his hands.
“Yeah..” Alex trails off, letting his words sink in to all of us.
“What are the next steps?” My dad asks. I can hear sniffling and I know it’s my mom crying.
“A lot more appointments. They really didn’t tell me anything except that I need to keep my heart rate down completely for at least 6 weeks. This is something new they are finding in high performing athletes.. so there’s a lot of unknown at this point. They’re going to send my results out to a cardiologist in Boston who specializes in cardiovascular issues specific to professional athletes to get another opinion.”
“That’s good.” Nick says, “the more people involved the better care you will get.” At this point, my mom has begun sobbing. Alex and I share an uncomfortable look.
“That’s really all I know for now. I know this sucks, but we will get some more answers and find a way through.” My heart aches at how strong he is being. I know he is scared, but he is putting on this brave front for my parents. “Felicia and I need to chat with the kids, so I’ve gotta go.”
“You call if you need anything!” My mom blubbers between sobs. Alex insists he will.
“What can I do?” I ask Alex once he ends the call. He looks up at me and I can see the pinch of fear in his eyes. I try not to respond but can’t help the tears building in my eyes.
“Um, I don’t really know yet. Probably just help with the kids.” He shakes his head. “God damn it, this sucks.” He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes, bouncing a bit in his seat.
“I’m sorry.” I tell him truthfully. “I don’t know what else to say, but I’m here.”
“Thanks.” Alex nods at my words. “I love you, Sammy.” He calls me by my childhood nickname. “Gosh, mom really lost it there at the end. I feel bad.”
“People get sick, Al. It’s part of life.” I shrug my shoulders.
“As a parent, I get her fear, ya know? If this was one of my kids.. I’d be a mess too.”
“It’s you. And you’re everything to this family…” I trail off, not able to add in anything about what losing him would be like. Alex and I share a loaded glance before I have to turn away, looking out the window at the snowy yard.
“I have more follow ups with the doctors tomorrow, so I should hopefully know some more about my treatment plan. All they really said was nothing for 6 weeks.”
“So no training camp?” I question.
“No. I can’t even be at the rink because of COVID protocols either.” He stands, stuffing his phone into his pocket before walking around the desk to me. He gives me a hug. I’m careful not to squeeze him too hard, worried that he's become too fragile to withstand anything more. “You need to tell Kevin tonight. They’re telling the rest of the team tomorrow morning and he shouldn’t find out that way.”
“I’ll tell him.” I confirm.
When I finally get the chance to call Kevin later in the day, I’m beyond exhausted. The FaceTime jingle rings out until Kevin answers the phone, chewing on a protein bar. I wait as he places his AirPods into his ears.
“Hey babe, are you on your way?” He wonders, taking another bite of his bar and crunching on it. He walks over to the windows in our place, looking out at the skyline.
“No, I’m needed here to figure out dinner.” This is not an infrequent occurrence. When Alex and Kevin are traveling, I find myself staying here late and often to help Felicia with the kids.
“Okay, do you want me to come over?” He asks absentmindedly. My eyebrows pull down in annoyance at his inattention. If he would just look at me, he would see the utter anguish on my features. I sit quietly and wait for him to turn his attention back to me. “Sorry.” He laughs sheepishly, noticing the silence. “The sky looks really cool right now with the sunset.” His grin vanishes when he takes in my face. “What’s up?” He goes to sit on the couch and I can tell I have his full attention now.
“Something is going on with Alex.” I begin slowly. “In order to return to the ice, he had to pass a physical that included an EKG because of what happened with Marco.” Marco Rossi is an up and coming prospect with the Wild who unexpectedly was found to have the same diagnosis as Alex after having COVID. “We thought it was just a formality until the testing came back… irregular. The doctors wanted Alex to get an MRI, which he did, and today they confirmed that his heart is enlarged. He was officially diagnosed with myocarditis.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. So, he’s going to miss training camp and likely the beginning of the season. The doctors said he can’t do anything for at least 6 weeks while we wait for his heart to heal. It’s all really scary. The doctors keep saying this is so new that they don’t know much about it and we are all scared. I mean.. he could literally just drop dead of cardiac arrest out of nowhere.” By the end a sob escapes my lips and I drop my head into my hands to cry. I’ve been strong all day and I can’t pretend with Kevin.
“Baby.. I’m so sorry. I’m coming over.” He ends the FaceTime call as I fall back into the pillows on the bed.
When Kevin enters the room 20 minutes later, I stand and run down the bed towards him. He catches me in his arms and immediately rests his cheek against mine, smoothing my hair. He doesn’t shush me. He doesn’t make any false promises that it will be okay. He’s just present and strong. We stay quietly like that until Kevin walks us back over to the bed. He pulls the covers down and we climb in. I nuzzle my face into his chest and he places a soft kiss on my hair.
As Kevin holds me, my body begins to relax.
“This sucks.” Kevin finally says to me.
“Yeah.” I whimper out. “At this point, the unknown is the scariest part. Like.. what is too much for his heart rate to be up? What if playing with the kids is too much and he just drops dead in the living room.”
“I know it’s scary, babe. But you can’t think about those scenarios right now. He has a team of doctors that are going to ensure he gets the best care. He’s in really great hands.”
“You’re right. He’s lucky.” I murmur, rubbing slow circles into Kevin’s abs. “Did you see him when you got here?
“No Felicia let me in.” I nod in response. “How is he though?”
“Scared. Angry. Shocked. I don’t think this has fully sunk in for him yet.”
“That’s understandable. Maybe you should stay here with them for a few days.”
“No, I want to be home with you. Plus, I think they will want some time to be together as just the four of them.”
“Okay, I support whatever you need to do.”
“Thanks, Kev. And thank you for coming here. You’re everything I’ve needed all day.”
“Of course, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.” Kevin says as he plays with the edge of my sweatshirt.
“No.” I say to Kevin when his hand slides under and reaches for my breast.
“You need a distraction… and I’ve got a great dick.” I giggle at that.
“Baby. We can’t.”
“But you love my dick.”
“Yes I do. Excellent dick. 5 stars.” We both laugh.
“I haven’t had you enough since I’ve been back. It will help.” He insists, sucking lightly on my neck. I sigh and lean into his lips.
“I know it would.” I breathe out. “Later. I promise.” He pulls back begrudgingly. “I’m in charge of dinner and we need to decide what to have. At least, that’s one thing I know I can help with today.”
“Pizza?” He wonders hopefully.
“I’m sure we can convince the kiddos to eat that.” We move to get out of bed and Kevin adjusts himself in his pants. I give him a knowing smile, shaking my head. “Need a minute?”
“I’m good now.”
We step from the guest room and begin to walk up the stairs to the kitchen. I glance over at Kevin who gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. The ache in my chest has lessened to a bearable amount. The kids are in the living room and squeal excitedly when Kevin appears. Serena immediately ropes him into coloring princess pictures with her and Kevin happily obliges.
“Her hair can’t be blue!” Serena laughs, trying to take the blue crayon from Kevin.
“Ah, this is my picture, ma’am. Feedback is not being taken at this time.” Kevin hold his hand up to her as Serena looks away in judgement. Kevin and I share a laugh at the look on her face. In a non-normal day, this brings genuine joy to watch. I leisurely stroll into the kitchen, pulling the Pizza Luce menu off the fridge to pick out items for dinner.
“Kev.” I hear Alex acknowledge my boyfriend. I snap my head up and watch my older brother closely. Kevin stands up and gives my brother a hug along with a pat on the back. They share a nod and step apart. “Pizza for dinner?” Alex asks me as he walks to the fridge.
“Yeah, I figured something easy would be best.”
“Okay. Get some dessert too. I’m starving.”
“What’s new.” I roll my eye jokingly at him.
“Yeah, yeah.” Alex gives me a dismissive wave before joining Kevin and the kids on the floor. “Blue hair? Is that cool in Sweden?”
“For sure.” Kevin laughs. “You should try it. The blue would look good with our jersey colors.”
“Blue might be too much. Although fire engine red is appealing.” Alex reads off the color of the crayon.
“Daddy, no.” Sawyer says with total seriousness that makes all of us laugh loudly.
As the laughing settles into a comfortable silence, I find myself smiling despite the heaviness of the day.
For the first time since early this morning, I feel like everything is going to be okay.
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[‹ SMOKING OUT THE WINDOW! ›]
[‹ WITH ›] aki hayakawa!
[‹ SUMMARY ›] aki can't help how turned on he gets when you smoke with him!
[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]
afab!reader, smoking/cigarettes, dry humping, shotgun kissing, riding, pet names [baby, angel], creampie, soft dom!aki
it's like he's inviting you in.
his thighs spread out on the plush chair, the unruliness of his hair against his shoulders, his head craned back with a cigarette hanging carelessly between his lips - you barely process how instinctively you move to nuzzle in his lap, fingers dancing over the loosened tie hanging from the collar of his shirt.
"need somethin'?" aki rasps out against his cigarette, a hand slithering around your lower back to drag smooth touches under the hem of your shirt. he takes a slow drag, the embers glowing orange as his eyes flutter shut.
"mm, no," you quip back, two fingers snatching the pleasure of his inhalation to take a lethargic drag from it yourself. aki's eyebrow twitches, but it doesn't take long until his expression turns into one of pleasant surprise when your lips press against his to blow the hazy smoke into his open mouth. "jus' wanted a hit."
"mm, yea? then why do i feel you twitchin' in my lap down there?" aki mutters nonchalantly, one hand snaking into your hair and grasping the roots as the other holds the cigarette to your lips. his grip tightens in your hair, tilting your head back to look up at him as you huff a shallow inhale. "you wanted a hit, c'mon... take it for me."
it doesn't take much longer of aki's tantalizing teasing until you're restlessly wiggling your hips in his lap, the sting of smoke tickling your throat. after an unceremonious flick of the cigarette butt to the floor, his hands are gripping your hips and helping you grind against the bulge in his pants.
"shit... got me all hard, angel," aki murmurs out as he leans back, eyes flittering along your hips swirling in his lap. after minutes of his hips grinding up to meet yours with breathy groans and impatient sighs, he's finally slipping his cock out of his pants with a rasp of "wanna see you fuckin' ride it."
you can't hide the greedy smirk on your face from how conspicuously worked up aki is, his cock twitching in your fist as you let your hips slip down his shaft. even though it feels like you have all the power, his grip on your waist bouncing your body on his cock just the way he wants tells you another story.
"s-shit," the unrelenting sensual grinds and slaps of his hips against yours make your breath hitch, breathlessness sitting deep in your lungs as you whine and whimper. the pretty grunts spilling out of his mouth make your cunt tighten around him, tingles slithering through your body as he fucks you just how he knows you like it.
"'s what you wanted, hm? just like this, yeah?" aki groans out breathily, thumb circling along your clit as he rocks his hips up into yours faster. as much as he adores the look in your eyes when you're drowning in blankness on his heavy cock, he can't help the twitch of his climbing orgasm as he grinds you in his lap more desperately. "mm- gonna fuckin' make me cum when you feel like that..."
"fuck- wanna feel you cum inside, aki," you whimper as you rock down onto him, his cock poking up into the hilt of your pussy with every lewd smack. your hands shudder against his chest as he ruts into you faster, eyebrows furrowed and mouth gaped open as you both chase your highs together. "need to cum with you..."
"myeah? gonna cum all over me, baby? c'mon, lemme see it," aki grunts between panted breaths, lip tucked between his teeth as he feels your slick burgeon along his shaft. "fuckin' cum for me..."
"hah- shit, c-cumming for you," you whimper as your voice cracks and lilts, the drag of his heavy cock against a sensitive spot leaving you shuddering and falling into euphoria as you tense and throb around him. he doesn't dare slow down, fucking you with grunts spilling through gritted teeth as he helps you ride it out. "wan' you to cum for me, too..."
"mm- shit, yeah... gonna cum inside so hard, mhm," aki groans out with shallow moans, hips snapping into yours like a man possessed as his cock twitches and pressure coils in his shaft. it's with a crack in his voice and his hips rutted up to bottom out that he finally cums, ribbons seeping between your walls and painting a white circle around his shaft.
"fuck- should steal my cigarettes more often, baby..."
2022 SAETOSHIS.
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Kinktober Day 3: Squirting, with Kaminari Denki
TW: 18+ (minors and ageless blogs will be blocked) fingering, squirting, some mentions of sexual insecurities, electric shocking, but ya know, done with love
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It had been about 2 weeks of calling what was your best friend, your boyfriend. Everything had been going incredibly well, the transition from hangouts to dates couldn’t have been described as less than flawless. Well… until today when your insecurities took hold of you in the middle of an incredibly steamy makeout session. You confessed with tears in your eyes that you feared something was wrong with you because you’d never been able to cum with a partner. He’d gently told you it was their fault, not yours. Denki kissed away your tears and whispered for you to not worry, that you’re beautiful, that there’s nothing wrong. But actions speak louder than words and he was going to prove to you that he could ease your mind, and make you feel fucking incredible.
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You’d always thought he was beautiful, but now seeing such a determined and loving expression on his face in the low glow of the television makes him ethereal. Your pussy pulses around his long fingers that reach deeper than your own, and he massages your g spot with more strength.
“Ah~ nnnhhhh~ D-denki,” you whine and he grins down at you. His thumb presses into your clit and he rubs softly before applying a gentle electric current. The stimulation so much, you can feel yourself teetering on the edge already. You pull him down into a kiss, lips barely connecting as he pulls away. “I want you to watch right now, watch yourself cum on my fingers then I’ll kiss you all you want, promise,” You nod unable to find any words, too surprised you’re this close to cumming so quickly or at all.
He presses harder against your clit and makes the current stronger, his fingers still stroking your spot, now moving faster. Denki can feel your pussy squeezing his fingers and his cock throbs in his pants as he sinfully wishes to be buried to the hilt inside of you. “Oh fuck, fuck, Denkiiii,” you cry as your pussy clamps down around his fingers. He reaches to grab the back of your neck with his free hand, forcing your head down to look at yourself cumming. “See? See that? There’s nothing wrong with you, nothing at all, you’re fucking perfect baby.”
You’re still cumming when he leans down and kisses you deeply, just as he promised. His warm chest pressing against your own. You shift your hips and pull away to look in his eyes. His fingers finally slow as he drinks in your face now bright with a euphoric afterglow. “You take such good care of me,” you whisper. Denki’s heart swells and he grins. “I’m not even close to done with you,” he presses his lips to your temple and drags his tongue to your jaw. “I have a lot of lost orgasms to make up for, huh?” he whispers.
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Denki grips your ass with both hands as he lifts you up and drops you down on his cock. He can’t remember if he’s made you cum 3 or 4 times now but your cute hiccupping moans spur him on to keep dragging orgasms from you. Your head rests against his shoulder and he can feel your tears dripping onto his chest. Pride surges through Denki, sending electricity to his cock.
His cock drags against your walls, now shocking you from the inside. You cry out, cunt clamping down around him. “Shit-” Denki curses low as he thrusts up into you. “You love those shocks dontchya? Gonna cum for me again?” You can feel a pressure building inside of you, almost like you have to pee. “Denki- gonna… need-” He moans, feeling how tightly you’re wrapped around him. “Fuuuck, I’m selfish, can’t get enough of you- love making this pretty pussy cum, and she’s gonna cum for me again yeah? -wanna feel it again... again.” “Your cum- want you to cum inside,” you choke out between broken sobs.
Your words do more to encourage him as he shocks you from the inside once more, this time with more voltage while his pistons his cock directly into your sweet spot. That feeling of needing to pee, spills over as your vision goes white. You gush all around his cock, wetting his lap, his abs, and the sofa, your voice now a high pitched squeal. “You just- ohmygod- holy fuck-” he groans, his grip now bruising, eyes rolling back as his balls squeeze. He paints your velvet walls white, body shaking in pleasure. You collapse into his chest, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close. You catch your breath in each other's arms.
“Holy shit- Did you know you could-” “No”
You bury your face in his neck, “I’m so embarrassed.” He clutches the back of your head. “Dont be! You’re so sexy-” His hand rubs gently up and down your back. You sit up to look at him, his eyes full of love. “You made me cum… you made me fucking squirt Denki.” He blushes, “I just… really care about you, I couldn't have you thinking there was something wrong with you.” There’s no words, not yet… Everything happened so quickly, and your head is reeling. You cup his face with your hands and circle his cheeks with your thumbs. “I love that I get to call you mine.” He brings his forehead to yours, “I still can’t believe I finally have you, I’m so happy.”
You kiss tenderly, the desire that had been built steadily with years of friendship finally subsiding into warm embers of affection. You shift on his lap, his cock now semi-hard and still resting inside your plush cunt. You sit back, taking in the mess you’ve made. Beads of liquid cling to his abs and there’s a dark, wet spot on the fabric of the couch. You bite your lip, seeing the evidence of just how well Denki could make you forget your fears and lose control.
“We should get cleaned up,” you suggest. Denki smirks and in an instant, flips you both so he's on top of you, your back pressing into the couch. He leans down so you can feel his breath on your neck, “Why? I told you, I have a lot of orgasms to make up for.”
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a day in (j.p x y/n)
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summary: you and james have a relaxing day in
prompts: 16. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” 20. “Your hair is really soft.”
cw/tw: fluff, descriptions of marijuana use and smoking, sex while under the influence, fluffy smut ft. fem!reader
word count: 1.35 k
a/n: hope this feeds your james desire love!! your soul is required for payment. i used prompts from @acosmis-t 's writing challenge because i wasn't sure what to write, but then i got inspired by these!! just a short fluffy little smut piece because i always write relatively more intense ones. please reblog/follow to boost! x dedicating this to @dorcasmeadowesx
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Smoke encircled the room, the pungent smells of each puff flowing from one person's mouth into the other's nostrils.
James was currently hogging the blunt, the end of the joint dangling dangerously close to his fingertips, embers somehow avoiding his skin as they fell to the carpet below.
You watched as he reclined on the red beanbag the Room of Requirement had so kindly provided, the sun rays from the window – you weren't sure how there were windows in the ever changing room – hitting his face, illuminating every little crevice.
The soft edges of his face looked so handsome, each glowingly tan speck intriguing you. You found yourself crawling off the sofa, studying him with dilated pupils as you craved to trace each edge and aspect of him– to brush your thumb over the crook in his nose from when he'd broken it in a quidditch match, to play with the hair that always looked silky soft no matter what he was doing.
The bespectacled boy followed your figure as you sat down beside him, laying your head on his torso as you gestured for him to pass you the blunt.
"What are y'doing love?"
You took the joint into your fingers, careful not to let the ashes fall on your hand as you inhaled deeply, letting the smoke dance in your lungs before exhaling it.
“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”
The seeker chuckled, turning to look at the mound of pillows that you had just left behind on the plush sofa.
"Well, that's incredibly false. I'm literally lying on just a beanbag."
You exhaled yet another puff of hot air, lulling your head to the side to look the boy in the eyes.
"Well, it's the best pillow here."
James let out an incredulous laugh, his nose scrunching up in a way that made you want to kiss him.
"S'not even a pillow!"
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Time passed oddly while you two laid there – it seemed like hours yet also like mere seconds, leaving you clueless as to what time it really was. The only indicator was the way the sun seemed to redden, painting the sky in hues that dyed the world pastel.
You could feel James watching you as you watched the sky, his gaze weighing heavily on every little bit of you.
"What are you doing?"
The blunt had long ago burnt out, only the lingering scent of smoke being left behind as a reminder of your afternoon in.
"Watching the world. Why, what are you doing?"
You turned to look at the boy, smiling subconsciously at the way his eyes were filled with love.
"Watching my world."
You laughed at his cheesy words, getting up off the boy's torso for the first time in minutes, hours maybe.
"You're such a nerd."
You straddled the boy, leaning down to kiss him as his hands came to grip your hips. The shared taste of smoke mixed in with the slight mintiness that James always smelt of, your tongues exploring each other lazily.
As your eyes fluttered close, you were flipped over suddenly, eliciting a squeal and a giggle into the boy's lips as he cupped your face with one hand, propping himself up slightly with the other as he straddled you instead. His hips began grinding into yours as you made out, his length hardening inside his muggle jeans.
Your hands entangled in the boy's hair as you bucked your hips into his, tugging at it slightly. You stopped kissing back for a second as you felt it, smiling at how it felt.
"What's wrong?"
James pulled back with worry in his eyes, cocking his head at the way you were still caressing his hair.
"Your hair is really soft."
James barked out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your lips.
"I love you Y/N."
"I love you more James."
Pulling the boy back in, your lips collided once more and your hips moved up to meet his, compelling the boy to grind back down onto you.
His hands moved up under your skirt clumsily, hooking your panties down off of your legs as your hands fumbled with his belt and zipper. James's fingers ghosted over your cunt, but you grabbed hold of him, breaking away from his lips breathlessly.
"No, just want you in me now."
One look into your eyes and James nodded, your combined breaths fogging his glasses slightly. He pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, pumping his cock slightly with his right hand as he nudged your legs open with the left.
The seeker pushed his tip in softly, the stretch of your walls making you moan and him groan. You let out a soft gasp as he pushed in further, grabbing his collar to pull him down and meet your lips with his.
"Hurts baby?"
You nodded into the kiss, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to adjust, James bottoming out inside of you. His lips moved away from yours, leaving what could only be referred to as the ghosts of kisses all across your face, traveling down to your neck and collarbones.
"I love you so much Y/N."
The flurry of kisses and the muttered words caused giggles to bubble out of your mouth, your hands linking behind his neck as you pulled him towards your mouth again, his breath ghosting yours.
"I love you more Jamesie."
"Impossible."
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Your walls began clenching around James's cock, and he groaned, looking at you for permission. Seeing a soft nod from you, he exhaled a soft breath, pulling himself out of you slowly and almost entirely, before pushing back in, filling you up. Soft grunts escaped him with every thrust, and your lips met messily once in a while, before one of you would pull back to let out a particularly loud moan.
"Love feeling you around me my love."
You moaned out as one thrust in particular hit your g spot, biting your bottom lip as the feeling sent shivers down your spine.
"F-faster James."
The boy complied, moving in and out of you at a pace that made your body jostle, your hands yet again finding their way to James's head as you pulled on it, tugging on the hair with every sound you made.
James's hand returned to probe below your skirt, his long fingers teasingly ghosting over your inner thighs as he made his way to your clit. The pad of his thumb drew circles on your clit, the feeling of euphoria mixing with the relentless speed of his thrusts.
"Feel good baby?"
Your head lulled back as his lips traveled to your neck, nodding as the seeker left hickeys on your neck, your fingers running through his silky hair.
"So good James, fucking love it."
The boy moaned into your neck, the sounds reverberating through your throat as he sucked on the skin, you responding in a similar fashion as he flicked your clit lazily. You could feel your orgasm building, humming as James bit your skin softly.
"Fuck, 'm gonna cum."
Muttering almost incoherently, your walls began pulsing around James, making him moan and his cock twitch.
"Me too love, fuck you feel so good."
The seeker's thrusts slowed as he spoke those words, pulling away from your neck to kiss your lips.
With one more thrust, James let out a moan that bordered on pornographic, burying his head into your neck as he came inside you. Your orgasm quickly followed his, your head tilting back as you moaned out, your legs shaking under James as he pulled out of you slowly, feeling the cum trickle out of your cunt slowly.
"Fuck that was so good."
The bean bag jostled slightly as the boy turned onto his side, looking into your eyes while supporting his head with the palm of his hand.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too Jamesie."
James looked around the room, slowly illuminating with lights as the sun set properly outside, engulfing the sky in a purple-ish darkness.
"We should get high in here more often."
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