#I’ll keep drawing till I eventually slow down

[timethehobo]

Unrelenting showers of affection.

[armywriter]

Needy

Pairing: BTSmember!reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut

Warning: desperate reader, cocky Jungkook, dirty talk, dumbification, reader gets called whore and doll, fingering, p in v, doggy position, oral (fem. receiving), creampie, squirting

Living as a celebrity isn’t as nice as everyone thinks. You have paparazzi following you everywhere in public, that’s why I prefer just staying inside in the dorm of my group BTS. The boys and I were close friends and loved doing things together but also letting each one having their own space. We all got back from practice late tonight, at around 11 pm. Ever since this morning, I just couldn’t help but feel intensely horny. You don’t really get any chances to get laid when you can’t get out to meet other people.

Most of my members already took a shower by now and went to bed, but I tried to keep my thoughts busy by scrolling through my phone for a while now. I sat on the sofa in the living room, occasionally squeezing my legs together like I’ve been the whole day trying to get some friction. Checking the time to find out it was already 2 am by now, I figured I would just go to sleep and it would be gone by tomorrow. I was wrong. I couldn’t even make it till tomorrow because the hornyness kept me up all night long. I squirmed around in my bed, turning around for the ninth time in a row. I was feeling so hot that I only wore an oversized shirt from Jungkook by now, which I stole while doing the laundry. Jungkook… how would he be in bed? Definitely a dom… and how would his long fingers feel ? I felt my pussy clenching around nothing as my thoughts wouldn’t stop. How could I imagine something like this about my bestfriend?

Another ten minutes had passed, as I couldn’t hold on anymore and not a single thought could stay clear. I stood up from my bed, opened the door of my room and went down the corridor to Jungkook’s room. I knocked lightly on his door and entered his room shortly after. The moonlight peeked through his window onto his bed. I knew that Jungkook didn’t sleep with his shirt on, but I’ve never actually saw it. It was breathtaking and I swear I was shaking from my needs by now. “Hey Jungkook, I just had a bad nightmare could we maybe cuddle together?”, I lied to him just to get some warmth. “Sure, hop in”, he answered as he held up his blanket so I could get under it with him. I slipped into his bed and cuddled into his stomach as we laid in spoon position.

We both stood still for a moment, I eventually closed my eyes in hope to fall asleep soon. Suddenly, Jungkook started to slowly stoke my upper thigh, going all the way up to my bare ass. He kept on drawing circles on my butt and I was everything but asleep. I let a slight moan slip out of my mouth, as his hand went up to my boobs and around my hard nipples. “Oh I know you like that. Is that what you need baby?”, Jungkook whispered in my ear. “All that squeezing your legs together, are you really that desperate?”, he said. If I wouldn’t be that horny, I would be embarrassed about what was happening right now. But all I could answer with were some quiet moans. “Jungkook… please”, I managed to let out. “Please what? Want me to fuck you really good? Needy whore”, he said in his low voice.

Not far after, his hand moved down to my ass again. He smacked it for a bit, but then started to caress my inner thighs. My skin was burning by now, I felt the need to explode. I muttered out some gibberish, a mix about “please” “need you” and “jungkook”. When his fingers finally met my throbbing clit, I let out a low moan. Jungkook behind me was laughing about how desperate I really was to react to such a small touch. “Oh doll, I’ll destroy you tonight”, Jungkook laughed low. His movements were slow until now, but everything suddenly happened so fast. The next moment I knew was two of his thick and long fingers pumping in and out of my pussy at a high speed while his other hand drew harsh circles on my clit. I was going dumb by now, eyes rolling back at the feeling of pure overstimulation. I let out almost pornographic moans as jungkook laughed at my fucked out state, finding it cute. “Jungkook… close”, I screamed out. He stopped everything he did and moved away from me. I was left confused as he ripped the orgasm from me. I looked at him with a confused expression, still out of breath.

He smiled and laughed at me: “Oh no, did my doll not get her orgasm, hm ? I told you I am going to destroy you tonight. Get on all fours now”. I obeyed immediately arching my back. Jungkook got rid of my and his clothes as I whined for him. He lined up his dick with my hole as he slipped in in one smooth movement, my dripping wetness making it easy. He immediately went into full speed, hitting every spot just perfectly. Spit came out of my mouth as I couldn’t keep myself together. Jungkook started to circle my clit again and I came in less that three seconds, but he didn’t stop there. I kept on creaming his dick as I felt another orgasm building up quickly. It felt different and much more intense. “Is my whore going to squirt for me? Come on coat my dick really good”, jungkook moaned out. It hit me like a truck, my juices getting everywhere. I could only see stars and all noises around me seemed to be silent. It took jungkook just a few more pounds bevor he pulled out of me.

He turned me around and I laid flat on my back. I didn’t even see him going down on me again. This time, he slurped all of my juices from my pussy. The feeling hurt a bit because of the overstimulation, but once he was satisfied he stopped. “You taste so fucking well doll, get a taste”, Jungkook said while letting me taste myself on his tongue through a kiss. He took a few strands out of my face and asked: “Is my baby now satisfied? Did so fucking good”. I couldn’t get out a single word, being too fucked out. “You won’t believe how many times I’ve imaged you just like this, so freaking pretty my doll.” Finally I could sleep tight next to the person I loved.

[blueringbeetle]

Loving comes easily to me and I’m honestly seething with rage that it is a piece of me that was almost completely killed. I know I would’ve gone with it.

I love picking flowers and taping them into my sketchbook, I love drawing things I’ll never think about again purely because I love the act of drawing, I love creating things that become massive projects and things that never pass the stage of notes in the borders, I love my dogs, I love it when they annoy the shit out of me because it means they’re here. I love clear skies and rainy ones. I love watching movies. I love going swimming. I love doing a good job and doing a bad job. I love doing a middle-of-the-road job. I love starting, I love ending. I love day dreaming. I love music. I love eating from the pan before the meal is even finished because I love what I’m cooking so much, it all ends up in the same place anyway. I love failing. Miserably, even. So horribly it feels like I’ll never recover but I always do. I let myself feel that feeling till it passes because all things do pass eventually. I love how I feel grief and I love how I feel hope.

My spark, the thing that keeps you warm when nothing else does, it was dead for I don’t know how long and now that I’m gently bringing it back to life I am genuinely awestruck that I survived how long I did completely without it. The inertia and muscle memory could only take me so far and I’m glad I collapsed into a heap when I did.

I think the scariest part was that it came so slowly and carefully that by the time I realised where I was, it felt so close to the end I didn’t know what to do. I think smothered is close to the right word, like my innate brightness could only be met with ‘why are you doing that? You shouldn’t do that?’ I’m only sort of beginning to understand what happened, it was slow, nit picky, and near disgust. A quiet ‘oh’ and then I made myself smaller. It was a cutting and minimising act pretending to be refinement and discernment.

I seethe. And I seethe and I seethe and I seethe. It’s a kind of seething that builds and erupts into laughter because I can’t believe how stupid it all is at the end of the day. I’m allowed to play my favourite songs and dance in the kitchen, more than that, I should play my favourite songs and dance in the kitchen. Each time I scrape together the energy to do something purely for fun I am rewarded tenfold with the energy to do it again and something else too.

If someone sees me dancing or laughing, or picking flowers, or being joyful, digging out happiness from between the cracks in the pavement and enjoying my limited time here, and their first act is to point, scoff, sneer, and say ‘wrong.’ I will burn them to the ground with how much I love being myself. I don’t want people who enjoy picking at the happiness of others like a scab to find me easy to be around.

It’s not been easy to recover. It hurts to pick myself up when I am an engine with no fuel but I’m lucky and have people around me who know how to fan my flames. That’s what makes it so easy, even when it’s not easy, is if you have people who know how help works for you. Luck is part of it too, a good breeze can carry you far, and I’ve learnt that to get a good breeze you need to be in places where there is wind. So I dragged myself, at times kicking and screaming, into the tree tops and valleys and I let preparation meet opportunity.

I’m relearning to trust myself. Not in a blind way, importantly. In the way that when I feel internal resistance and terror I’m able to hold myself and move in the direction that I know in my heart and mind is the right direction. Failure and success are both big changes and I need about the same level of self care to deal with either.

I am a warm person because I seek joy like I’m starving and now I find it everywhere. I am hard to kill because all things give me life. I will never let someone leer down at me and my uncomplicated contentment and scoff at me for it. Never again. My sketchbook is full of flowers, my belly is full of food, my heart is full of love and anger and grief. I am alive and learning how to be. All I am is a human, and my god, what a thing that is to be.

[inviouswriting]

Heat

Minors and ageless blogs DNI this is an 18+ blog.

Zhongli x fem!reader / Afab!reader

Shameless smut.

Kinks Includes - breeding kink, oviposition toys, overstimulation, heats, geo!zhongli like arms and dick, squirting, afab!reader, oviposition kink, aftercare.

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You weren’t sure how long you have been at it with him, but you knew you were far from satisfied yet. Your hips roll down onto Zhongli’s again driving him further into your body already drawing a high moan out of you from how delicious he feels that you let your tongue hang out as you grind and ride him.

Zhongli on the other hand knew no rest from the moment you came to him all needy and clinging to him for assistance. You needed your husband, and he could hardly say no when you got him to stick a hand to cup your soaked folds. He understood instantly what you needed of him, and for the pass several hours you had tried every position possible.

Zhongli had bent you over every table and surface till you eventually ended up in your room. With you on top, and trying to shove every inch of him inside you. Only pausing in the sex to drink water, or to apply a lubricant to keep you both from being dry.

You keen out and toss your head back with your love beneath you bucking his hips up to yours. You ground harder onto him till you can feel him twitch inside, a subtle throb telling you he’s about to cum again.

“Not yet... Li... not yet, I’m still far away.” You plead and still yourself on him, laying half on top of him getting worn from riding. Zhongli continues to thrust up into you, his hands pushing your hips down onto him, he needed to cum again.

“I’ll use my mouth again, don’t worry.” He gets you to sit upright and ride him further till his next orgasm was explosive in how much cum seeps from around your pussy as you slide down on him home. Zhongli slips his hands down to spread your folds giving him a good peek at himself as he’s buried deep into you.

No sooner than he says his words you feel him slowly pull from you, a wave of anxiety rushes through at having your own orgasm slow down a bit you even whimper at being stopped. Till you are laid on your back and Zhongli makes quick work in burying his tongue into your pussy. He does not care that you are leaking his seed, or tastes himself, his goal is to get you off.

Fingers thrust into your soaked hole while his tongue laps circles on your clit, you wrap your legs on his shoulders and your hands go into Zhongli’s hair tugging at loose hair till your back is arching off the bed when his fingers find your g-spot and he sucks full on your clit till you squeak in pleasure.

He needed you to cum hard, any way that can satisfy your needs. Zhongli lifts your waist closer to his head while his tongue delves in deep along with his fingers, he sucks when he comes up for air on your clit and pussy together coming off with a wet pop till you utter a name that makes him wild.

“Morax!” His gold eyes almost widen at hearing his name, and he does the action he did to make you say it in the first place. His tongue sweeping side to side on your pussy folds till you are fully arched and Zhongli has his face buried in your soaked folds like he was dying of thirst.

“Again! Say it!” You hear him almost growl out, and you tighten your walls on his tongue.

“Morax! Please! Morax! I! I need you!” You even reach your hands down to spread your folds for him allowing him easier access to your glistening sex. Zhongli looks up at you with the same hunger that your eyes have for him.

“Keep saying my name! I want you to repeat it!” Zhongli focuses his sucking on just your clit while his fingers worked overtime to thrust into your hole feeling you squeeze them.

“Ah! Moraxmoraxmorax!! pleasepleaseplease!! breedmebreedmebreeedme!!” You are lost to pleasure but that last bit doesn’t go unnoticed with your pleas of his name and he finally understands what is going on with his beloved. You have gone into your own heat, and he wants the same thing with you. So without hesitating, Zhongli climbs up your body after getting more aroused seeing you in this state, that he smirks as you invite him in.

“Ahh! yes! Morax!!” You cry out as Zhongli pushes into you, not worried about prep since you were soaked and had already taken him many times that day. He positions you just right and starts really thrusting into you like it was the third day of your honeymoon all over. Where you never bothered leaving the bed and only spent it exploring each other.

“Keep it up, cry my name, say it tenderly, whimper it under your breath, moan it. I want you to keep saying my name till it is the only thing off your lips.” Zhongli leans over you to kiss you hard, you return his kiss meeting him, whimpering into the kiss from his hard pace he was setting. Your hands dig into the bedsheets threatening to tear them off when he hits your sweet spot again.

Every thrust he makes is punctuated with a call of his name somewhere. You breathed his name, you cried it, you said it tenderly in his ear when he hugs you to himself while your nails rake down his back. Another orgasm makes you shudder and shake underneath him squirting on his cock and abdomen. Zhongli loving the way your voice breaks saying his name here.

After he pulls from you again, you whine again but are hushed when your husband leaves temporarily to fish something out from under the bed in a special compartment for all your sordid toys. You recognize the box, and blush when you see the dildo for it.

Zhongli had a special toy made for you, by his own hands, three geo eggs in varying sizes, and the dildo was requested by an overseas merchant who made them and did not ask questions. Gold eyes regard you gently as he lifts two of the eggs, only needing the medium sized and largest one he has for you. He drizzles a milky white aphrodisiac oil onto them and loads them into the dildo.

Another thing you note of your husband is how his arms change in their color. From shoulders down to his hands a gradient of black to gold. He is tapping into his former power enough to play around with you. You even note half horns on top of his head not his full form of myth. Just half of his power as you know him for.

You lay back on the bed, and Zhongli coaxes your legs apart to drip the same oil on your pussy, you hiss a little at how it feels hot against your aching core. From the hours of sex you had with him. Yet you don’t deny his kink one bit, you let him press the tip of the toy into you, and you close your eyes as he thrusts it in at the same pace he just did. 

Zhongli is greeted to you arching already, he thrusts the toy to his pace while he uses a free hand to rub your clit rapid to make you wetter around the toy to make it go deeper. With the oil it looks like his cum, and he licks his own lips seeing you take the slightly draconic style dick into yourself. 

“Morax! Morax! Morax!!!!” Your hands fist into the sheets as the thrusts become harder and a bit faster, he intentionally drags it down on your bottom wall so you feel every single bump and ridge. Zhongli watches you come undone and coaxes you further over to that peak. You arch up suddenly and cum hard in a full gush on his hand, he pushes the toy in further when you try to push it out of your body from your orgasm. 

Zhongli begins to push the eggs into you as you cum, that when you collapse onto the bed he tugs the dildo out and tugs your waist up so he can spread your pussy open to see where the first egg is so he pushes it in deeper till it is nestled against the other egg. 

Once you have calmed down, you look up at your husband who stares back at your face. He rubs a hand over your abdomen feeling where the eggs are and rubs them through your skin. You feel his other hand toying with your folds still spreading that cum-like oil around waiting for you to start pushing the eggs out.

“Ready? My love? I did as you asked, and bred you. Now be a dear and push them out.” Your legs tremble as you think about it, and you bite your lip. You start to focus on your body and start to push the first. Zhongli licks his lips seeing the way you close your eyes and your face grimaces at pushing the first one.

You are breathless as you pant when he gets you to break, his fingers hooked inside on that upper wall pressing it so the egg isn’t stuck. You whine under your breath when you resume, his fingers encountering the smooth surface of the gold and black egg he put inside you.

“That’s my girl, ease it out, there is only two eggs today.” Zhongli encourages you keeping your legs apart, his other hand on his own cock pumping himself at the sight of you so beautiful to his eyes. Like his arms his cock is colored the same way, gradient from base to tip from black to gold, lovely ridges you can’t wait to feel inside. You shudder and shake as he helps you ease the egg out catching it as it pops out. He quickly sets it on the bed not worried about it when the sheets will be changed after your love session with him.

Zhongli lets you rest for now and moves so he can grind his cock against your folds letting your juices soak and coat him again. He takes your hands when yours seek him out, and on a pull back of his hips he thrusts into you, letting you yelp due to the sensitivity you feel from your pussy from pushing one egg out. You cry out his name and your feet convulse from the pure pleasure you feel.

“Li~Li~Li~ Morax~ Morax!! I love you~ I love you so much!” You babble at the end of your tongue as your toes curl and you almost have full on hearts in your eyes, you know you’re making a face with how Zhongli leans over to kiss your forehead as he rails you.

“My dear Gem. Are you ready to get the other one out?” He questions you, drawing his hips back letting the head of his cock crest almost pulling entirely out, he even looks down to see how you encompass his dick, your folds wrapped around his shaft in such a lewd way.

“P-please! Please! More! Of you! I need you! I want you! Morax, Rex!” Amber eyes glow steady as he tugs himself out of you, much to your dismay, and presses a hand to your abdomen to begin pressing on the other egg to have it start going down. You whine as you focus on pushing till you have tears in your eyes.

You feel him insert his fingers again to hook on that one spot to prevent the egg from slipping back in deep. Zhongli rubs your clit to get you to focus your walls and breathing, earning a moan out of you. You breathe in through a sob as the stretch of this egg was almost too much.

“Almost there my love, almost there. It’s pass the one spot you can relax.” Zhongli keeps the egg in place and through his own abilities he decides to play a little unfair and with his geo power he makes it resonate through you. You are caught off guard with the sudden pulse in your body that you arch and reach another orgasm enough to push the egg out along with squirting again on his lap.

Zhongli can hardly take his eyes off you, you look so beautiful with the way you arch and eyes closed tight from the way you came. He quickly sets the eggs aside on a towel to not let them roll off the bed. He climbs on top of you and arranges you into a full mating press.

You look up at him through your legs as your husband wastes no time in plunging himself deep into you. You scream out for more, your hands successfully shredding the sheets underneath you. Zhongli thrusts into you with such force and speed that you see white behind your eyes and stars from how it makes you feel. 

Zhongli lets you babble as he keeps his unrelenting pace up, you came and he hasn’t yet. You thrash underneath him and he loops one of your legs on his shoulder while he holds the other one so he has better access. You barely register you are cumming again if it weren’t for the slick sounds of Zhongli thrusting more easier your slick drenching his cock.

“Moraxmoraxmoraxpleasemoraxpleasemoraxpleaseee!!” You are unsure what you are pleading for, but your husband hears you and knows what your body needs from him. He can see the tired in your eyes from the constant stimulations, so he tugs one of the eggs the smaller of the two back into his palm and through his power he makes it resonate and pulse as he presses it to your pussy above where he is pounding into you like no tomorrow.

You scream his name in varying forms, from Lapis, Rex, Morax, Zhongli and your nicknames for him. You are so far gone that he gets you to cum five times in this session alone till your next one builds so much that you raise a hand up to his face to touch his cheek. 

Zhongli understands and leans over to kiss you deeply, your next orgasm hits you hard, and with you Zhongli follows. You both cum hard together, Zhongli buries deep into you while you milk him of his seed. He doesn’t bother pulling out of you, he arranges your legs to be comfortable before he collapses on top of you breathing as hard as you are.

You smooth your hands into the dark brown almost black hair damp from sweat and hot from exertion. Zhongli responds to your head petting by nuzzling his face into the side of your neck where he kisses it reverently. You smooth another hand down his back littered with many scratch marks, the fog in your mind lifting. 

Zhongli feels you scoot closer to him, and he pulls you into his arms as he eases himself out of you. You sigh in relief the stretch after the last orgasm was getting uncomfortable. You scoot even closer into his arms while he smiles into your neck at how cuddly you get after these kinds of sessions.

“I’ll get us cleaned up as soon as I can move. For now... let me enjoy you like this.” Zhongli nuzzles the side of your face, while you soak up his affection. Your hands going through his hair despite the few tangles from tugging and pulling it free of it’s tie. He still has soft hair, and you rub the sides of his head to massage around near his ears. 

“Ah.. right there my beloved.” Your thumbs dig into two spots on top of his head, where his horns were. He soaks up this gentle affection, he looks amazing dishelved, completely opposite of the refined composed gentleman you’re use to seeing. He looks as fucked out as you do and a slight smirk on his lips at making you look the exact same way, from hair pulled from one session, hickies all over your neck, and the biggest of all. You are his entirely with what the session will bring you both.

Zhongli moves closer to kiss you lovingly this time, not to entice you, just pure full love from him. He’s regained some of his strength and you see him give you one more kiss, you meet him for it, then are collected into his arms.

He gets you both into a shower where he cleans your legs of dried fluids and cleans your hair as well as himself. When he brings you back into the shared room after being cleaned off, he notes the disarray of the room and how stained the sheets and soaked the bed is from how many times you both came together or squirted on him.

“We’ll have to sleep in one of our other rooms tonight... with the way we made a mess.” He notes, and sets you down gently on the blankets you kicked off in your eagerness to just have Zhongli’s skin against yours.

“I’ll be back to collect you, going to fix things up in the spare room for us.” You pout at him giving you a kiss on your forehead, then proceed to bury yourself in the blankets letting your feet stick out as you sink into the softness of the blanket.

Zhongli finds you where he left you only curling up into the soft comforters. He collects you and the blankets, you yelp at the sudden lift. You are carried through the house, you giggle the entire way and cuddle into his chest. He gets you into the spare bed, and you see him about to leave you temporarliy. You reach for him, and he lets you pull him to you.

“Hm? I need to go take care of those sheets.” You offer a pout and he climbs in next to you. You immediately lay on top of him after he gets situated. Your face pressing into his chest while his arms wrap around you.

“Okay, I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep. Looks like that won’t be too much longer. You look so cute right now.” He gets you to look into his eyes, you focus on the amber of his eyes you see him focused on your own eyes. His eyes are always warm, and you can’t help but move closer for a kiss, and he meets you for one. The way you cuddle in close to his chest, he sees your eyes begin to close from the warmth of his arms, and softness of the blankets lulling you.

Zhongli rubs your back feeling how soft your skin is underneath his fingers. He enjoys these moments where you don’t hide from him, no impressing, just you and him, no heat or embarrassment from feeling his body against yours. His arms retain that gradient coloring, and you feel protected in them as you scoot closer when he moves you onto your side. 

“Rest love. We both need it. I love you.” As if magic from his voice you feel your eyes heavy and drift closed. You bury your face into his chest while feeling his touch on the middle of your shoulders drawing diamonds into it. He sees how fast you fall asleep once it claims you, and smiles regarding you with such love in his eyes. He lowers down to press his lips to your forehead and remains there drifting into a meditative sleep himself.

“I love you too, Morax.” He hears in your half sleep. He smiles against your skin and tightens his hold on you. He’d have to talk to you about letting him imprint a special mark on your skin. He needs to get a geo symbol on the back of your right shoulder. It will be a wonderful spot for him to see when he takes you again.

For now he traces geo symbols all over your back till he hears the steady deep sleep from you. He decides cleaning up can wait till tomorrow, he doesn’t sacrifice the warmth of your body while you seek his for how cooler he naturally is. Zhongli feels fatigue catch up to him finally, and sighs deep as he joins you in full sleep.

[blueflameart]

Hello!! I hope your day is going well, if it’s not too much could I please get #8 and #12 with Yatora (Blue Period) Thank you <3

“Don’t be so blue”

“C’mere you can sit on my lap till I’m done, Kay?”

“Is that- is that my shirt?”

Prompts

EEE SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY-

Gender neutral reader

I didn’t know if you wanted me to write this a certain way so I tried my best to like come with this-

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Ever since Yatora got into art, all he does it’s sit in his room and draw away. Sketching whatever came into his line of eye sight.

His drawings were beautiful and conveyed a lot of emotions in each piece, but the only problem was, every time you came over, he was so wrapped up in his art, he never gave you any attention.

Only giving you ‘hm,’ ‘ya,’ and ‘uh huh,’ as answers when you talked to him. Obviously you were happy he wanted to turn art into a career and all, but where’s the attention you craved from your boyfriend?

You kicked off your shoes at the door of his home, and greeted his mother. “He’s been in that room all day… I don’t want to disrupt him but it’s worrying me..” she put a hand to her face, concern lacing her voice looking toward the hallway to his room.

“I’ll check on him Mrs. Yaguchi, don’t worry!”

She smiled before turning back around to her previous task. Padding through the hallway and into Yatora’s room you stood behind him, closing the door.

You didn’t want to make a loud noise to startle him but you wanted him to look at you this time. “Yatora” silence, “Yatora,” your repeated his name with nothing in return.

“Hey delinquent”

“Huh?” That grabbed his attention, his head perked up at the nickname, golden eyes peering over his shoulder to look at the person who called him. “Oh Y/n, didn’t hear you come in,” he smiled at you, and closed his eyes that were hidden behind his pale hair.

“I called your name twice yatora..” “oh.”

And obvious pout formed on you lips when he started to turn back to his paper, “Wait..,” he looked over his shoulder again, looking you up and down. “What, what’s wrong? Yatora?” You questioned him when he eyes traced your figure.

“Is that- is that my shirt?” He gulped when he noticed the oversized, loose t-shirt. “Oh ya, you must’ve forgotten it at my place and I mixed it with my laundry.” You chuckled at his blush that spread through his cheeks.

“Here I can give it ba-“ “No no no it’s fine- you can keep it,” yatora stopped you before you could take the shirt off in front of him. “Sorry haha,” you laughed nervously, scratching the back of your neck.

“Can I see what your working on?” You asked when he sat back down at his desk, “of course, but I don’t think I’m even close to finishing.”

You pushed your bottom lip out in another pout, you wanted to spend time with him, not have him ignore you then pass out on his desk. Yatora looked at your face and laughed at your expression.

“C’mere you can sit on my lap till I’m done, Kay?”

Peeking up at his words you immediately walked over to him and settled down comfortably onto his lap. Yatora held your waist when you hid your face in his neck. Sighing out in comfort to finally be in his embrace was exactly what you had been longing for.

Eventually you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the pencil on paper, when he got tired he picked you up, wrapping you legs around his waist and gently setting you in the bed. He held you close to his chest while slowing drifting off to sleep himself.

[milazka]

not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose. 

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her. 

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare. 

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins. 

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched. 

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget. 

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance. 

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious. 

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash. 

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt. 

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?” 

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm. 

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?” 

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well. 

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?” 

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.” 

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,” 

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine. 

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties. 

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds.  She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him. 

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him. 

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl. 

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?” 

“Uh no, should I have?” 

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?” 

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question. 

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye  before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.  

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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Imagine sucking on a lollipop all day to tease Fred but you act like you don’t know what you’re doing and he eventually gets too worked up and ends up fucking you real hard. Maybe you also put on your old school uniform and tease him. Basically some light ddlg with daddy Freddie

JEALOUS POSSESSIVE SEX WITH FRED!!!!

It could be a headcannon or blurb- whatever you want- but can it be with a fem!reader please 💕

I combined these two requests :)

a/n: i jUST REALIZED I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MAKE IT DDLG WITH DADDY FRED OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY. I’ll write a separate ddlg, daddy kink piece for you, i am so sorry ☹️

Cherry Lollipops and Pleated Skirts

F.W. X FEM!READER

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, slight exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, slight praise, dom!Fred, sub!reader, UNEDITED

No one expected the show to be so busy on a random Friday, but it was busting at the seams. Since the doors were opened at eight o'clock this morning, people had been piling into the shop and stealing your boyfriend's attention along with his twins.

At first, you understood the shop was important and you'd rather business be booming than have their dreams fall apart... but six hours of Fred not even having the time to spare you glance has catalyzed a faint change of heart.

You need him.

The flat above the shop- where you live with Fred and George- was incredibly boring without the boys. You had half a mind to throw caution to the wind, Fred's rules be damned, and use your own hand to get yourself to cum.

Fred had been beyond cruel with his early morning teasing, both of you assuming it would be a light work day and he'd find time to sneak off so you two could go at. At this point you were sure Fred was so busy he forgot about the predicament he left you in, you couldn't blame him- you wanted to- but you couldn't so you decided it would be best to subtly remind him.

You pulled out your old Hogwarts skirt and white button up shirt, with the skirt barely fitting as an appropriate garment to wear out in public. Your hips, thighs, and ass had all filled out as you blossomed into mid adulthood much to your-and Fred’s- pleasant surprise. The dark grey pleated skirt went just below the curve of your ass and brushed the tops of your thighs. The shirt still fit roughly the same, you tucked it into the skirt and left the top few buttons open revealing the soft skin of your chest along with a dark purple love bite peaking out from just under the limp collar.

You made your way down to the shop, a skip in your step as you thought out a plan. The hard candy and lollipop section was just a few feet away from the stairs leading to the upstairs flat, the stairs you were descending, and they were exactly what you were looking for. Picking up a cherry lollipop- you had convinced the twins to bring in a few muggle sweets to the shop- you unwrapped it as you walked over to the till and delicately placed it in your mouth.

"Should I even ask?" George laughed as he took the seven sickles you held out to him.

You shrugged, "You really wanna know?"

He shuddered making you smirk, "You're right. Last I saw him he was by the pepper imps."

The butterflies of anticipation multiplied as you gave George a beaming smile before turning to walk toward the pepper imps.

"And I'd like to keep my shop up and running, so please no funny business in the store."

You shot him a wink over your shoulder before sauntering over to where Fred was. The pepper imps were towards the front of the store but still tucked away in a corner, and as you neared them you could see a crouched Fred looking through the shelves and writing down on his clip board. You took a minute to look him up and down, his hands holding the pen and board making the items look ridiculously toy like, and his bent knees crouching position immediately drew your eyes to the curve of his butt. Averting your eyes from his backside, your gaze followed the lines of his forearms. He had his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and the writing caused his arm to flex every so often making you almost drop the cherry flavored sucker from your mouth.

Gently shaking your head and moving the lollipop from one side of your mouth to the other, you brought yourself back to reality and took slow steps to stand next to Fred. You pretended to browse through the shelves as he remained focused on his task.

Fred could sense someone standing next to him, and it took him a mere few seconds to realize it was you. He could be blind folded in a room full of people and he would be able to pick you out in a second from your perfume alone. It was his favorite smell, the way it mixed and mingled with your natural scent was intoxicating. His eyes fluttered shut as he took in your scent, before he turned his head assuming to meet your eyes- only it was your bare thigh that his nose was just about touching when he turned his head.

You watched as his eyes slowly travelled up the expanse of your leg, stopping for a moment when he reached the hem of your skirt, before continuing up until he met your eyes. They were big, bright, and teasingly innocent as your beautiful lips were wrapped around the top half of a big, round, cherry red lolly.

"Seems I've missed an imp." He smirked, extending his legs and raising to his full height.

"Maybe you should get back down there and count again." You suggested sweetly, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop.

Fred's eyes followed the sucker as you put it back into your mouth and started sucking on it, a faint hitch of his breath could be heard as you pushed it further back into your mouth. He looked around to see if anyone else was seeing the act you were putting on, luckily the corner seemed to be the only deserted spot in the packed shop.

"I'm busy, love, don't be a bad girl." His voice was low and soft as he spoke.

"But Freddie," You whined, drawing out his name before lifting yourself onto your tiptoes to whisper into his ear. "I need you."

Fred plucked the lollipop from between your thumb and forefinger before sticking it into his mouth with a smile.

"Good girls wait, you wanna be a good girl don't you?"

You nodded eagerly.

His eyes racked down your body one more time, his lips slightly parted and tongue prodding at the lollipop hanging out of his mouth as he smirked.

"Good, now go changed before someone sees what's mine."

It was clear this wasn't just a suggestion. He placed the lollipop back into your mouth and gently pushed your chin up to close your lips around the sucker before bending down to place a kiss on your forehead and nudge you in the direction you came from.

With a huff you walked back to the till with slumped shoulders and a sour impression making George giggle at your expression.

"Has he rejected your womanly charm and seduction?" The younger twin joked, earning himself a shove to the shoulder as you joined him behind the till.

You kept George company as he helped customers check out, your lollipop helping keep you occupied as time dragged on. Your elbows rested on the counter, your body bent over the surface while you watched the people in the shop.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred couldn't seem to get his eyes off of your form. The way you were resting against the counter had the hem of your skirt kissing the underside of your ass and he was sure if he could stand behind you he'd see your underwear peaking out from under the garment. The thought of throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you up to the flat was a tempting one, but he had enough willpower- or so he hoped- to resist the urge.

His willpower seems to be running thin, though, when he caught sight of some short bloke eyeing you up. The man wasn’t someone Fred was familiar with, and the way he was practically eye fucking you while you joked with George at the counter didn’t have Fred begging to get to know him. 

The guy continued to openly ogle at you, making Fred start to lose his temper as he restocked the edible death marks. He couldn’t tell if you had noticed or not, but you continued to swirl your tongue around that damned lollipop that not only made his pants far too tight but was probably affecting the man whore in aisle three the same way. 

With one final flick of your tongue against the sucker, Fred noticed the man start to make his way over to you, a sleazy smirk stretched across his lips. He tossed the rest of the edible dark marks onto the table with no regards to organization and took long strides to get to your side. 

You were mid conversation with George about the new girl he was seeing when you felt Fred wrap a firm, calloused hand around your wrist and tug you into his chest. 

“Everything al-” Fred cut you off with a large hand spread over your jaw, forcing your head to angle up, and pulling you into a heated kiss after plucking the lollipop from your lips. 

He held you to his chest as your body practically went limp in his arms, anything to just keep your lips locked with his. Fred kept his hand on your neck, moving it just slightly back to keep your head tilted back so he could deepen the kiss while his hand around your waist pulled your hips as close to his as possible- also trying not to get the sticky sweet sucker stuck on your skirt. 

The kiss left you breathless, your chest heaving as his lips moved to the underside of your jaw with heavy kisses. You almost forgot where you were with the way Fred was firmly holding your jaw and moving it himself so he could better access to the skin. Unfortunately, it was George who brought you back to reality making a soft blush paint your cheeks. Fred hung his head, nose prodding at your neck as he smirked before pulling away and standing straight. He popped your sucker into his mouth, a clinking against his teeth sounded as his tongue moved the sugary sweet hard-candy around in his mouth. His eyes were creased into a mocking squint as he stared down the now incredibly uncomfortable looking man. 

Fred didn’t wait for him to walk away, instead focusing his attention back on you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, nudging you in the direction of the stairs that led upstairs to the flat. 

“Oi! Where are you going?” George shouted just as you let out a loud giggle, Fred had smacked the underside of your butt as you climbed up the steps ahead of him. 

Fred turned to look at his brother, eye dropping into a wink, “I’m taking my lunch break.”

You giggled all the way through the flat and into your shared bedroom, Fred walking next to you with long strides and an arm wrapped around your shoulders, his hand holding the column of your neck. 

Fred closed the door to your bedroom before turning to you, he gave you an appraising look as he toyed with the lollipop still in his mouth. 

“You think this is cute?” 

His tone made your eyes shift and bottom lip jut, you were in trouble. 

“Walking into the shop dressed like a fucking whore...You just want attention, huh?”

“I wasn’t even paying attention to him! I was just waiting for you like you told me.”

Fred stopped for a moment, “...I never mentioned that bloke looking at you.”

Your eyes went wide realizing you gave away more than you should of.

“On your fucking knees.”

In record time your knees hit the hardwood floor, slowly crawling over to Fred. Your eyes were trained on the lollipop moving around his mouth and you think you understood just how agonizing it must’ve been for Fred all day to watch you sucking on it.

Upon reaching his legs, you worked quickly to unbutton his trousers and pull them down along with his boxers. You wrapped a hand around his semi hard cock, the weight of him in your hands made arousal start to pool in your panties. Your tongue replaced your hand, licking a broad stripe up from the base of his cock to the tip before placing a kiss on the spongy head while making eye contact with Fred through your lashes. The act made him shudder, his hand moving to grab the side of your head and fingers carding through your hair. Taking him into your mouth, you could feel each ridge and vein with your tongue making you moan around his shaft. 

“Bunny’s mouth was made for my cock, yeah?” Fred asked with a grunt as you slowly started to bob your head. 

You nodded as best you could but focused back on hollowing your cheeks and taking him to the back of your throat. His head hit the back of your throat making you let out a small gag before adjusting to breathing through your nose. Once adjusted you started to bob your head faster, your hands gripping his thighs hard enough to leave marks. 

Fred groaned around the lollipop still in his mouth- though now significantly smaller- his hips starting to thrust in sync with your mouth moving up and down his shaft. His breathe hitched when your hand started to massage his balls, tugging and rolling to get him to his release. 

The louder he got the closer you knew he was, so you started to suck harder and move faster. His fist closed around a makeshift ponytail in his palm, using it to tug you off of his cock. Your mouth made a pop sound as you were pulled off his prick, and you let out a whine at the loss of his taste. 

“Gonna cum in your- no...in my pussy.” Fred smirked, bringing you to stand on your feet and pulling your head back so you were forced to look up at him. 

He brought up his other hand to grasp the thin, white, stick of the sucker hanging from his lips and pulled the lollipop from his mouth. He used the red sugary bead that was left on the stick to gesture up and down your body as he spoke.

“Clothes off...save for the skirt.” He demanded, pointing at the pleated grey skirt with the lollipop. 

You were quick to do as you were told, shirt dropping to the floor along with your bra and panties all while Fred watched with dark eyes and an aura of possessiveness. 

Silently, Fred pointed the white stick toward the bed- the lollipop finally had reached its end- never taking his eyes off of your now nearly naked form. You practically skipped over to the bed, climbing up onto it slowly as to make sure Fred got a good glimpse of your bare cunt under your skirt. It was clear that you had succeeded when he let out low, barely audible, groan. 

Before you could real get a grip on what was happening, Fred had his fingers running up your slick folds, your skirt flipped up, drawing out a gasp from you. Moans fluttered past your parted lips as Fred started to rub small, tight circles on your aching clit. With the little white stick abandoned on the nightstand, his other hand was free to run up the inside of your thigh before his fingers moved to tease your entrance causing you to clench desperately around nothing. 

Fred gave you little time to adjust as he slipped his fingers into your entrance, thrusting in his middle and ring fingers roughly while his other hand still worked to stimulate your clit. Transitioning from tight circles to a flat hand rubbing back and forth harshly with more pressure had your back arching and eyes screwing shut. Fred continued to move his digits in a wave with each thrust, the pads of his fingers massaging the spongey area inside your pussy that had your toes curling. 

“F-Fuck, Freddie-” You gasped, hand gripping onto his wrist not knowing whether or not to pull his hand closer to your clit or push it away. 

Fred leaned over your body, his mouth attaching to any skin he could reach to roughly bite and suck before he pulled away to huskily whisper into your ear, “Louder. Say it louder.” 

You were more than willing to abide, not having the will power to try and keep yourself quiet either way. Fred’s fingers continued to thrust into your cunt as your orgasm hit you, a vulgar squelching coming from the vigorous action that had your hips twitching and lifting off of the bed. His large hand came down onto your abdomen, pushing you back onto the bed as you rode through your climax. 

“That’s it. Made a mess all over your pretty little skirt.” Fred tutted, removing his hands from your body to start taking the rest of his clothes off. 

“M’ sorry.” You muttered quietly.

Fred shook his head before going you a teasing smile, “It’s alright, kitten, you’re forgiven this time.”

Your chest heaved as you watched Fred undress which was always a breathtaking sight. His cock was already painfully hard, the tip red and leaking precum making your over sensitive cunt ache. 

“On your knees, hands holding the headboard.” Fred instructed, smacking your thigh gently to get you to move quicker. 

With shaky knees you crawled over to the headboard and gripped the wooden edge, making sure to wiggle your butt in Fred’s direction as you did so. The bed dipped with Fred’s weight as he climbed up and positioned himself behind you, his right hand trailing up and down the line of your spine before grabbing a handful of your ass with a grip sure to leave a few faint bruises. 

Fred lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into your tight walls. The way your pussy gripped him had his eyes rolling back and jaw going slack, it was a feeling he’d never get tired of no matter how many times he felt it. Adding the breathy moans and whimpers that left your mouth into the mix and he could barely keep himself from fucking into you roughly. 

You bit your lip at the slight discomfort that came with the stretch of Fred bottoming out, the fronts of his thighs flush against the backsides of your own as you both took a moment to adjust. You let out a choked gasp as Fred pulled almost completely out of your pulsing cunt, his prick slick with your juices. He had his hands on your hips, using this as an opportunity to pull you back to meet his thrusts. His pace quickly sped up, soon the sound of smacking skin, loud groans, and cried out moans filled the room as Fred fucked you hard. 

“Tell them who makes you feel good. Want the whole fucking shop to hear you.” Fred growled from behind you. 

And who were you to disobey him?

“Harder, F-Freddie. Fuck-”

Both of you were sure George could hear not only the animalistic growls and pornographic moans but also the bed frame ramming into the wall and the sound of skin smacking almost painfully.

Fred reach around to start massaging your clit, making you almost drop your hands from the headboard as your hips twitched toward him. 

“Whose cunt is this, huh? Whose fucking cunt?” 

Your vision was blurring and words slipping your mind as he continued to pound into you and stimulate your clit. 

“Say it.” 

“Yours-” You sobbed, second orgasm approaching. “All yours, Freddie.”

Fred smacked your clit making you jolt, “That’s fucking right.”

Your body started to shake as you started to release around Fred, the intense pulsing of your cunt had Fred spilling his load into with a stutter of his hips. He held you close, cock completely sheathed inside of your weeping pussy as you both came. 

Coming down from your highs, Fred pulled out of you and promptly left to grab a washcloth to clean you up. You collapsed onto the bed, skin balmy and limbs shaky as you waited for Fred to come back. When he did, reworked quickly to clean you up and dispose of the wash cloth before climbing back into the bed where you had found yourself. He got comfortable on his side before pulling you into his chest and having your limbs entangle with his own. You weren't sure where you ended and Fred started, just how you two liked it. 

Fred pressed a soft kiss to your forehead while his hand delicately run up and down your back and curve of your waist. 

“You should get back to the shop.” You muttered quietly, not really wanting to let him go. 

Fred hummed before moving his hand to cradle the back of your head and nuzzle you further into his neck and chest.

“I think Georgie will be just fine.”

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[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 12: Love

This chapter is rated 18+/NSFW

Depictions of M/M sex, oral sex, and anal sex

You couldn’t get home soon enough as the two of you could barely keep your hands off each other. Enji even ran 3 red lights in order to get home faster. The sun just set as you pull up in the driveway. Enji was so excited/nervous that he struggled get to key in the lock. Once the door closed, you were all over one another. He slammed you against a wall as he pressed his whole body on you. The cologne he is wearing is driving you insane as it mixes with his natural sent. You were getting weak at the knees from the onslaught of his body and lips. Before, you always took things slow, but now you are practically eating each other as your lips collide. Not an inch of space was between the both of you as you continue kissing. Your one hand grabs his lower back as the other runs through his hair. He has a forceful grip around your chest as you kiss for what feels like forever.

After some time, you break the kiss and look him right on the eyes, those turquoise eyes of his making your heart flutter. In the heat the moment you say: “I love you, Enji.” The words you spoke broke his concentration on you.

“That was out of nowhere.”

“Well, I mean it, I don’t think I have ever fallen in love with someone like this before. I mean with Adam, I did like him, and loved him as a friend but I see you and I growing old together, sharing laughs and sorrows. I know it’s all of a sudden but I really do love you. I’m sorry if it’s too soon for you.”

“Well, I don’t know if I am ready to say it yet but I’m glad you said it.”

“I hope I didn’t ruin the mood but I felt like I had to say something.”

“You didn’t ruin anything….” he says as he begins kissing you again, this time taking it slower. Each kiss on your face deliberate and gentle. You can’t help but moan as he is driving you wild, bucking and writhing in his arms as your body wants more.  He starts to lead to towards the bedroom as you are entangled with one another. After managing to find the door, he slams it open and you quickly find yourself on the bed. Looking up, the big man himself starts stripping at the end of the bed as you watch with baited breath. He takes his time, letting you savor the moment. The shirt is the first thing to come off, button by button, revealing that magnificent upper body of his. The pants come down next, as he turns around so you get the full view. You have to stop yourself from grabbing that delicious ass of his. You have seen him in his underwear practically every night but things are a little bit different now. There is a nice outline forming on his boxer briefs. He winks at you as he slowly lowers his underwear with both thumbs in the waistband. That’s when you see what you have been waiting for. Everything about Enji was big, but my god, that cock of his was something else: close to 9 inches long and 2 inches wide. You hold your breath as you gaze upon Enji’s full body.

“You like what you see, boy?”

“Oh, yes. I’m ready.”

“You’re what?”

“God Enji, fuck me already.”

“Good, but your clothes are in the way. Take them off.” he growls

You strip down as quickly as you can, not wanting to slow the momentum. It’s difficult to get your pants off with your ragging erection but you manage. When you get to your underwear, you’re at the bed of the bed when end Enji stops you.

“Before we go any further, I want you to know I never want to hurt you. If anything gets too much, I want you to stop me. The safe word is ‘butternut’. You feel even the littlest bit uncomfortable, stop me. Ok?”

“I don’t think I will need it but it makes me feel safe, thank you.”

“Good, now get ready!”

He grabs the waistband of your underwear and rips them off of you in one swift motion. He smiles at what he sees. You’re not as big as him, but 6 inches is nothing to scoff at. Your both start embracing each other again, but this time you start grinding against this thigh, aching for relief. He notices this and pushes you down on the bed.

“I see someone is eager, how about I help you out a bit.”

He grabs your dick with one hand and begins pumping up and down slowly. You’re not small yourself but his massive hand practically covers the whole thing. You eventually start moving your hips in motion with his hand you’re getting close. He releases and you’re staring at him again.

“Don’t get too eager, we are just getting started.”

He flips you over and moves over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. He gently squeezes a generous amount in his left hand and begins to warm is up with his quirk. With a smirk, he begins making circles around your rim, toying with you. Even though you have mentally prepared yourself, your body still tenses up when he starts to enter you with his index finger.

“For someone who has sex before, you’re awfully tight. It’s going to take at least 3 fingers to make sure your loose enough.”

“It’s been over 4 years since I got any, and you know an awful amount about anal sex for being a first timer.”

“Well, I do my research.” He says as he shifts his hand.

“Mmhmm……oh……ENJI!”

While you two were talking, he has been busy trying to find your buttons. Poking and prodding until he found the spots to drive you wild. Judging by the moans coming from you, he was having no trouble finding them. He then quickly takes his finger out only to be replaced by 2. This time he is taking it slower as you start shaking just enough for him to notice. He leans forward and gives your shoulder a few hot kisses. “Relax, I’ve got you.” He says as he pulls you up on all fours, his hot breath tickling your neck. The shaking subsides long enough for Enji to get his third finger. This time you breathing almost stops but he continues to kiss your back and run his hand through your hair, making sure you’re ok. After a few minutes, he pulls his hand away from your backside and you instinctively back up toward him, wanting more.

“Glad to see your eager again. Get ready.”

His voice almost sounding like a rumble as he puts lube on his shaft. He uses both hands to spread your backside wide. Then he uses hand for bracing, one hand for aiming as he puts his tip at your back door. You stop breathing in anticipation and you know Enji has the biggest grin on his face right now. Slowly, he starts to push himself into you and you moan before not breathing again. He steadies himself to wait for you to relax. This action goes for a few minutes, pushing forward and waiting for you to adjust to his size, always making sure you are ok. The entire time he uses his quirk to massage your backside with his hands, keeping you grounded. Finally, when he is fully in, he leans forwards to give you a kiss on the back of your neck. The action moving him inside of you just the right way to rub against your prostate.

“OH MY GOD!” You scream, but you use all of your will power to hold it in.

“It looks like I found a good spot, are you ok?”

“I….I’ll be fine, just don’t move too much.” You say with heavy breathing. He stays on top of you for a minute or so then slow gets back up. He starts to slowly pull out then he quickly pushes himself back in. You raise your head back in ecstasy as he keeps thrusting in and out. The initial pain starts to turn to pleasure as your moans grow louder with each thrust. His skin starts to warm up as he starts to move faster and faster. The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and skin slapping against each other. Steam starts coming off of his skin as he loses control. You try to match his pace but you’re starting to lose feeling in your legs again. He switches to both hands around your waste to support you.

“Little flame, in or out?”

“In!” you manage to say between your moans.

Not a second later Enji releases inside of you. It’s hot and you feel it filling your insides with every pump of his cock. It continues for what feels like forever but then starts to slow down till nothing is left. That’s when he falls on top of you. You can’t hold his motionless body up and you both land on the bed.

“Enji, you’re crushing me….”

“Sorry, I got so selfish. I didn’t hear you finish.”

“It’s ok.” you say still panting.

“I won’t be happy till you do, now turn over.”

“You’re going to have to do it for me, I lost feeling in in my legs.”

“What?! Are you ok? Why didn’t you say to stop?”

“I’m fine, it was just too good and you know I get weak at the knees when your around me.”

“That’s good to hear.” He says as he rolls you over, positioning your legs so he can see your dick more clearly. With one fell swoop, he takes your whole shaft into his mouth and begins sucking. You’re just long enough to feel the back of his throat as he uses his tongue to great success. His mouth was so hot that it almost feels like you’re on fire but it eventually turns to pleasure. You would have thought he has given head before but you don’t dare ask, you just want him to keep going. He then starts to move his head up and down as uses his lips to create more suction. Every once and a while he lifts fully off with a ‘pop’ sound as he releases your tip. He quickly then goes back all the way down. It doesn’t take long till your feeling hot inside and your about ready to burst.

“Enji, I….I can’t hold it…..” you say through gritted teeth.

All he can do is grunt with your member in his mouth but you understood. You release everything into Enji’s throat as he quickly swallows everything. Once you’re done, he lifts up and crawls on the bed next to you. He wraps those big arms of his around you and kisses your face.

“How is my little flame?”

“That…. that was amazing.”

“I know” he says with a boasting smile “it was great for me too.”

“Uh, Enji, we might have a problem.”

“Hmm?” He tilts his head.

“You finished in me first and I have been on my backside….”

He raises an eyebrow in confusion until he realizes what happened. “Let’s clean up, and I’ll change the sheets.”

He draws a bath and comes back to carry you into the bathroom. Your legs are still numb from everything but you don’t care, you love it when he is carrying you. He manages to get you both in the large tub, him against the back of the tub with you in front of him. He slowly starts to scrub your skin, as if he could hurt you: so gentle and kind with his motions. You two soak in the warm water as you bask in each other’s presence. You rest your head on his chest as he rubs your head. You sit in the bath for a while as you two relax.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes Enji.”

“I think am now ready to say it.”

“Hmm?” You respond now are looking at him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“Really? Why now?”

“I have never felt this way about anyone and I keep going back to how you described love, then I keep going back to thinking about you. You are the only person who has ever wanted to know who I am and to help me as a person. I never would have thought I could have had this feeling of love before. I always thought I was full of hate and anger.”

“I’m glad you finally said it and I know you’re full of so much love and happiness, we just need to find it, together. Oh, and Enji.”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

You two kiss a few times before it is time to get ready for bed. Enji quickly changes the sheets as you sit on a chair in the room. He places you in bed and quickly gets under the covers. Even though you’re both still naked at this point, Enji is producing enough heat to keep you both warm.

“You know I’m so glad I helped at the crossing incident.”

“You should be, you saved everyone.”

“Plus, I meet you.” You say giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, yea.” As he blushes.

Next Chapter

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]

(Zzzzzzz…..)

(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol 

Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.

Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3

Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire

Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt. 

Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]

Quackity:

Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.

Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.

While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).

It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.

Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.

Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.

(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again. 

The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep. 

His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)

George:

Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.

Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.

George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.

It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.

He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours. 

This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again. 

He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even. 

There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)

Bad:

Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.

He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.

Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.

That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.

Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.

All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3

(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer. 

You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)

Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.

[cherrybyunss]

Ship: Jaemin x Reader Word Count: 1.8k Tags: Heartbroken Reader x a very kind Jaemin,  Making Love, Smut, Explicit, Protected Sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering 

A/N: This is the ending scene of Chapter I of  When It Gets Risky and  if in case you’re planning to read the entire fic or wondering if you should, I highly recommend reading some other excerpts I posted here instead of this one so that this doesn’t get spoiled for you.

Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

Excerpts Masterlist

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You felt your eyes about to brim with tears that you tried to hold back. “How do you not see me as a mess yet?”

“Oh c’mon, we’re all a mess sometimes.” Jaemin said, leaning in to kiss your nose softly. “You still deserve the world.”

That was it. You broke down. You didn’t know why tears rolled down your cheeks one after the other. But you let it happen. And your sobs were quiet. Quiet enough for you to hear Jaemin move before he took you in his arms.

“It’s gonna be okay.” He said. It was so stupid how words so simple could make you cry harder.

“I’m doing the wrong thing, aren’t I?”

Jaemin stayed quiet, caressing your hair gently.

You looked up at him with tear stricken eyes. Your eyes must have looked pleading for his face immediately softened.

Perhaps it was you who leaned in, or perhaps it was him. Or perhaps the two of you met somewhere in the middle, but your lips touched his and you kissed him, slow. And he kissed back with slow passion that made you melt in his arms.

You deepened the kiss, wanting more, but he moved away, making you look at him, almost scared.

“Don’t look like that now.” He whispered, kissing your nose again, his hand still cupping you face.

“Jaemin…” You started to question.

“You know you shouldn’t do this, princess.” He said. “Not when you’re heartbroken.”

You tried not to cry again. You knew he was right. It could, and would get too overwhelming for you. And yet… “Please.”

“Don’t say that, princess.”

“Please,” you cried, “I promise I’ll process it like I have to, just this once!” You looked at him with pleading eyes. “I feel ridiculous saying this too, but just this once, make me forget this stupid feeling, please.”

You weren’t looking at him anymore, but you could feel his eyes on you. But soon, he stood up.

He’s gonna leave. Makes sense.

He held a hand out for you to take. You looked at him before taking his hand and carefully shuffling out of the blanket onto your feet.

And Jaemin swept you right off your feet. You gasped, your hands going around his neck right away.

No words were exchanged as carried you to your room, never looking away from your eyes even for a second.

He gently lowered you down onto the mattress, turning on the bedside lamp, and taking his t-shirt off, none of the acts too rushed. Everything he did calmed you as much as it made your heart race.

He moved towards you, leaning in to kiss you softly before tugging the hem of your top and slowly pulling it over your head and off with your help, resting his forehead on yours right after.

He kissed you again, letting you melt back into the mattress as he crawled on top of you, letting his arms support his weight. He broke away and looked at you. His gorgeous eyes and parted lips, so close for you touch… You felt your mind get a little hazy from being under his gaze, under him.

You could still sense a sinking feeling in your chest. Desperate to make it go away, you leaned forward, practically pleading him to make his lips meet yours again.

But Jaemin cupped your face, caressing your cheek lightly. And shook his head.

"Breathe." He said. You suddenly realized how tensed you'd been. "Do it, princess."

You felt speechless at how much attention he was paying to you. How much he wanted you to feel taken care of. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you looked straight at him and breathed, as he'd asked you to, once, then twice, your eyes eventually falling shut, letting the tears fall, as the tension seeped out of your body.

"Just like that." He said. "So pretty."

His words sent shivers down your spine. He leaned in before you could even entirely open your eyes, pressing his lips to your forehead first, letting your eyes fall shut again, and then, to your eyes.

His lips then lightly grazed your cheek before he finally pressed them against your own. You felt the kiss in the deepest parts of your soul, the relaxed state of your body becoming the perfect vessel for the heat he kissed you with. You felt yourself melting away as he kissed you, slowly, with passion that brought tears into your eyes, while his hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers, holding you down.

Ah... He's making love to me...

Jaemin is...

He poured his soul into the kiss, and made sure you could feel it. And you did.

He kissed your jaw, and then below your ear, drawing a light gasp from you before moving down to your neck, where he latched onto a sensitive spot and sucked.

Your breath came out in a quiet moan as you threw your head back, unintentionally giving him more access. You felt him hum against your skin in approval, and you whimpered. You felt hyper aware of his touch, your skin burning at every spot it came in contact with his.

"You sound so pretty, princess." Jaemin breathed out against the crook of your neck, before moving down and capturing your nipple between his lips. He flicked his tongue, drawing a broken moan out of you. You were going to lose your mind.

He reached up to kiss you again, his hand in your hair behind your ear. You wondered if you'd always liked the feeling this much or if it was Jaemin.

It was probably Jaemin.

He looked at you, breath heavy, one more time before he moved down on your body, stopping above your stomach.

The thought of his lips on your skin was already enough to make you shudder. So when he actually kissed above your navel, you positively lost your mind.

Your back arched against the mattress as he found a spot on your belly and sucked on it till it left a mark, him having to use his hands to keep you in place.

"You're reacting to me so well, princess. You sure you can take more than this?" He said against your skin, not helping your case a bit.

He hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties and you lifted your hips a little to let him remove them.

And then it was him against your unclothed heat. The anticipation you felt in your stomach had you convinced that you’d come within a second of him touching you.

And it turned out that you weren’t too far from the truth. Jaemin pressed his tongue against your parted folds at the same time as he let one then two fingers inside you and your mind went haywire. The pace he worked your body at so amazing from the start you could swear it was the best someone had ever made you feel as you screamed and moaned under him. You saw stars in under a minute. You cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, a tear slipping past the barrier of your eyes once again.

Jaemin reached up and kissed the tear away before kissing you again, letting you taste yourself through him. You felt like you could get drunk on this feeling.

He pulled away. “Felt good, princess?” He said, moving a stray, sweaty bang out of your forehead as you breathed heavy. You blushed. You could feel something inside you tense up every time he called you princess. You’d been called plenty of nick names so far, ‘princess’ included, but being called so by the gorgeous boy in front of you felt different.

“Jaemin…” You said, and he hummed back in response before you continued. “I want you.”

You could see him pause for a second in front of you before he breathed out, and pulled away from you, your eyes following him intently.

Standing on his knees, he unbuttoned his jeans, the view so hot you were sure it left a photographic memory. He stepped out of his jeans and his boxers, his hard length hanging free and discarded them before climbing on top you and kissing you once again.

You reached for your bedside table and passed him a condom from the drawer, letting him roll it on before move closer to you.

You shuddered when you felt the tip of his cock against your still sensitive heat as Jaemin lined himself up at your entrance.

“Then you shall have me.” He said one last time before he moved his hips forward, letting his length enter your core.

The stretch made you squirm under him till your body adjusted to the size. You panted heavily as your hands went around his shoulders, holding on for dear life. In that one moment, everything felt right.

“Fuck.” He breathed. “Fuck, you feel so tight.”

“You fill me up so well, Jaemin!” You said, your voice coming out high and breathy.

He pulled his hips away, letting him move out of you almost entirely before ramming himself back in. You screamed his name.

You moaned and turned in your place as he picked up pace, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot every time he rammed in. “Fuck!! Jaemin, please keep going!”

Your words made him go faster, driving you close to the edge. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” Jaemin said between his pants. “I could look at you forever.”

You whined as it made the knot grow tighter in your stomach.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty too. You’re gorgeous.”

“Jaemin!! Please!” You cried as you felt each and every thrust deep inside you.

You clenched around Jaemin, probably drawing him closer to his high. So he brought his hand down to rub your clit to add to your pleasure.

And that was all it took. You screamed as you came for the second time, together with him. You swore you passed out for a second before you came back to reality and breathed heavily as your body relaxed.

Jaemin rested his forehead upon yours, panting slightly.

“Thank you.” You said quietly.

“Thank you, princess.” He said, kissing your temple softly. “This was amazing.”

Jaemin made love to you several times that night. And the times you weren’t making love, he had you spooned, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you shudder, or giggle like a child against him.

He let you feel what it was like to be loved, even though he didn’t love you. You couldn’t tell him in words how much it meant to you, even if you tried. And so, with everything you had in you, you loved him back.

For that one night, your heart was full.

Full of Jaemin.

_________

Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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[euphoricsunflowers]

nervous — son hyunwoo/shownu

a/n: sorry it’s been a while since i released anything :,( but i hope you like this!! pls enjoy me being so helplessly in love with shownu <3

word count: 1.6k

content: sub!shownu, dom!fem!reader (not she/her pronouns but afab!), honestly very light dom/sub roles but they are still there, pegging, fingering (m receiving), handjobs(m receiving), edging (very soft tho), not really an aftercare scene but they talk at the end, mention of eating at the end

summary: shownu finally lets you peg him and he can’t help loving it.

(gif by @imnameimss)

he was nervous. you can tell by the way he watches you like a hawk and lies dead still just how nervous he was. you both lie on his bed with you straddling his hips, and you rub your hand on his shoulder to soothe his nerves, “woo, baby, we don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“no. no, i wanna do it. i wanna do it for you,” he mutters, “you’re always so receptive to the things i want, i want to do the same.”

“but you’ll tell me if you’re at all uncomfortable, right? the last thing i’d want is to make you endure and suffer in silence just to please me, okay?” his eyes soften with your words, and he nods silently, “words, woo, please.”

“i promise i’ll tell you if it’s too much or if i’m uncomfortable, i promise,” he assures, holding your hand as he smiles up at you.

you had asked to peg him a while ago, and back then, he never would have imagined himself saying yes. he didn’t have any problem with not being in control, but he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the idea of something in his ass at the time.

but now? he wanted it more than anything. so, of course, he was nervous, but seeing that gleeful smile on your face when he shyly said you could give it a shot if you still wanted to makes the whole experience worth it.

and now you straddle him, leaning down to press kisses to his soft, doll-like lips. he’s always fascinated by your obsession with his lips, but he’s not against the kisses so rough that they bruise his lips and he’s sure by the way you stare at them even more that you’re not either.

eventually, you finally start to press kisses to his jaw, leaving the room to be filled with the sounds of your lips against his skin and his heavy breaths, “baby,” he murmurs, “don’t tease me, please.”

he hears you giggle softly as you come up from kissing his neck, “sorry, angel. do you want me to touch you a little bit before we get into the main event?”

“i- yeah, please,” he murmurs, and you adjust yourself to his side as you run your fingers against his length faintly. not enough to pull a strong reaction out of him, but enough for him to feel it. your hand wraps around his cock as you start to move your hand up and down, and finally, you start to hear those incredibly soft, breathy moans that you love to hear.

“do you like that, baby?” you ask, smiling as he groans out a soft ‘yes, thank you’, always so polite when he’s in this submissive role. you continue the same motions a bit more firmly as his eyes flutter closed at the sweet feeling of your touch.

he groans softly, “i’m close,” and that’s when you slow your hand down, leaving him clueless as to why he was being edged, “wait! please, i was so-”

“shh, i know you wanna cum, but you’re gonna feel so, so good soon, angel. you just gotta trust me,” you whisper, “i’m gonna put some lube on my fingers, and i’m gonna prep you a little bit. is that okay?”

“yeah, that’s… fine. just go slow, please?”

“of course, woo,” you murmur with a kiss to his forehead as you rub the cold lube against your fingers to warm it slightly, adjusting yourself once more to be between his legs, “okay, i’m just gonna start with one. if at any moment you’re uncomfortable, tell me and we can stop.”

he nods, and you press a finger against his hole, barely entering the first knuckle before you stop to let him get used to it, “o-oh, that feels- that feel really weird.”

“like bad weird?”

“like weird weird, it’s not bad, just weird,” he says, biting his pretty bottom lip as you start to wiggle your finger just a bit, slowly sliding in the next knuckle. he doesn’t seem to be in any pain, but you still wait a moment before making the same small circular motions with your finger.

“tell me how it feels, woo,” you murmur.

“it’s feels oddly good, but still really weird,” he breathes, starting to wiggle his hips to feel a bit more now that he’s a bit more comfortable with the feeling, “can you- can you add more?”

“of course,” you press a second finger in, and for a moment he regrets asking, but the discomfort doesn’t last too long, and soon enough he finds himself moving his hips around like before.

“more, please,”

you smile, “i’m really happy you’re liking this, woo. you’re doing so well,” you start to move your fingers a bit faster and a bit more intensely, and he lets out his first real and loud moan of the night, his hand almost moving to cover his mouth, but he doesn’t stop himself. his cheeks flush slightly, but he knows you like how he sounds. as much as it makes him shy, he wants to please you more, “you’re adorable, my sweet boy.”

“please,” he groans all flustered, “can you, uhm- can you do it now?”

as much as you were absoutely ready to fuck him till he realizes just how amazing it feels, you couldn’t help teasing him just a bit, “mmmh, do what, baby? what do you want me to do?”

“please fuck me now,” he murmurs, and he’s just too sweet not to give in to.

“alright, angel, sit tight,” you pull your fingers out of him and get the strap on ready as he sits with all those nerves, so nervous but you seem so in your element that he doesn’t want to stop now. he wants to experience this.

though, a moment before you go for it, you still ask one last time, “and you’re sure you still want this?”

“yes, please,” he pleads, and you take a breath before going for it. you push in slowly, panicking slightly at the way his face scrunches up a bit, but he doesn’t say anything.

“woo? are you alright?”

he stutters like he doesn’t even know himself, “i- uh, yeah, please just- give me a minute.”

“of course, baby. let me know when you’re feeling more comfortable,” you murmur as you press a kiss to his palm, holding his hand while he adjusts to the new feeling.

moments pass, when finally he mutters a small, “can i try something?” and you nod. he does the same movement with his hips that he did before, but this time he gasps. it worries you for a second, but he groans, “oh my god, that feels- fuck, that feels good. can you move now?” you respond by pulling out just a bit just to push back in with a bit of force, “oh fuck, keep doing that. please, that’s so good.”

you fuck him rather gently by your standards, but he feels so alive, like every nerve in his body is lit on fire, it’s so overwhelming. it’s still just so much, and he can’t help but wonder how it can even get better than this.

and then your strap brushes his prostate on one of your thrusts, and he quite literally cries out, moaning loudly.

initially you thought you were being too aggressive too quickly, and so you slow down to ask, “are you okay? did that hurt?” but he shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair.

“i don’t know what that was, but god that felt good,” and that makes you realize what really happened, and you make a point to try and hit that spot again the way you did it by accident, drawing even more loud and almost pornographic moans out of him.

his voice is so beautiful and you never get to hear it this intensely. usually it’s all so soft and under his breath, but you’re getting all of him now, and now that you have it you’ll never want to give it up.

“i- fuck i’m already so close,” he cries out.

“you can cum whenever you want, baby,” you murmur, keeping a strong pace as you use your free hand touch his aching cock to hopefully push him over the edge, and it does. he reaches up to grab your shoulders, wrapping his legs around you as his back arches and he throws his head back in utter ecstasy.

he doesn’t moan out as it hits him. in fact, he’s left so breathless as the pleasure overwhelms him that his eyes roll back in probably the most beautiful way, though he does moan as you pound into him and jerk him off through the orgasm, and quite loudly at that.

after it seems to subside, you pull out gently, and he falls back against the bed, “that was-“ he mutters, still struggling to find the words and to catch his breath, “that was incredible.”

“yeah? i’m glad you thought it was, angel. you did so well. let’s clean up, okay?”

“...can we eat first?”

you chuckle, only happiness in your heart as you gaze at him, messy hair and covered in sweat and cum. even though just looking at him makes you want so much more from him (god you want nothing more to use this beauty for your own pleasure) that’s for a different time, because today was about him. “after, sweetheart, i promise.”

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[wildingrose]

hassle

dark alley help part 8

part 7: refusal | part 9: care

word count: 2k

》 public sex

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You twirled on the spot while keeping your gaze fixed on the store's wall mirror, fixing the blazer and feeling the material of the pants on you. "How does this look, Tae?"

When you didn't hear anything, you frowned and turned your head to where he stood leaning against a clothes rack. He was glaring at the fabric wrapped around your legs.

"Tae?"

"I don't like them," he muttered while scowling at your pants.

Your frown deepened. "Why? Do I look bad in them?" You thought they were perfect, hugging your waist comfortably and your legs still looked sexy despite it being hidden.  

And that was the exact problem he had.

Taeyong loved seeing your beautiful legs when you wore short skirts and dresses and so he didn't like it one bit that they were being caged away. "They're not convenient."

It took you a while before you understood what he meant. Looking around, no one was near you and in a hushed tone said, "Seriously? You don't like them because it's not convenient for you to fuck me? These are for work and I'm not having you fuck me while I'm at work."

He finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. With a naughty smirk, he whispered, "Wanna bet?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, I'm getting this."

His eyes blew up. "No!"

"Give me a proper reason why I shouldn't."

His jaw clenched before another one hit him. "It'll take too long to dress."

You huffed. "More like too long to un-dress."

"It'll be a hassle."

"Tae?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

He sulked and looked away. In a really quiet voice, he muttered, "Lighter colour would look better."

Impressive. "You finally give a proper reason. Good boy," you cheered.

His eyes darkened instantly and before he could lay a touch on you, you held a finger up to stop him. "Nuh-uh, don't you dare even try anything here."

He rolled his eyes and caught sight of formal dresses across the store. "Can't you at least get some dresses?"

"The only ones considered professional are those body tight style that go past the knees. Not a fan of that."

"At least they'll show your legs."

You gave him a pointed look. "I'm not trying to woo anyone with my legs. Plus, I feel like I'm radiating serious boss vibes in pants. At least as a newbie, I'll avoid dresses until I've gained some respect through my work."

He hummed. "What is this business anyway?"

"My dad started his own business in real estate. Remember that small building you came to pick me up and met my brother? That's where he has his small team. His name is doing well and wanted my brother who has no interest in it to carry it on. And that's where I stepped in and saved everyone. My dad's happy, my brother's happy, and I'm happy. I get the business and I still have you. It's a win-win situation."

Taeyong's face turned grim when there was still one member in your family who wasn't happy. "But your mom..." he trailed off quietly.

You sighed and held his face gently, making eye contact. "Yeah, she might not be happy right now, but she'll eventually come around it. Let's be a little optimistic, hm?"

He smiled a little and nodded slightly.

"Good! Now let's change the topic. Do you have a suit? Like a formal, business type suit or something?"

Taeyong shook his head, frowning. "Why?"

You hummed and looked around for the men's section. "You're gonna need one for an event. Go check some out while I change, okay?" You flashed him a smile and headed for the fitting rooms. Just when you were about to close your door, Taeyong pushed it and slipped in. You staggered back a bit from the unexpected force. Puzzled, you asked, "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer and shut the door before crouching down in front of you and unbuttoned your pants, yanking them down along with your panties in one swift move.

You gasped. "I thought I gave you a task, not an invitation to follow me here for a fuck," you spoke quietly through gritted teeth, hoping no one would hear you on the other side of the door.

"Put your feet up."

"I'm not."

He looked up at you. "See how annoying it is when you wear pants?"

You inhaled deeply and strictly told him, "Get this in your head. I am not letting you fuck me when I'm at work."

You both had a staring competition, his eyes holding utmost determination for what he wanted to accomplish in the small room as his hand gently remained wrapped around your ankle. Unlike him, your eyes shook the longer his eyes burned into yours and so your body reacted, feeling a slight throb in your exposed core.

Silently admitting defeat, you raised your foot and a huge smirk got plastered onto his face. He ripped your shoes and pants off and stood up, shrugging out only enough for his dick before pushing you against the wall and hooking your legs around his hips. His cock lined up to your entrance and held it there, waiting for your permission with a devilish smirk.

Quietly groaning, you whispered, "Don't you dare fucking tease me. Just do it!"

"Gladly."

He slowly pushed into you, both of your sighs mixing as he rested his forehead against yours. You bit into your bottom lip from having to be beautifully stretched out for the first time in nearly 48 hours.

"You feel so damn good, doll," he whispered, following suit and kept his voice low. "It's been a while."

"It's only been two days, Tae. I was busy." Busy learning the work and introducing yourself to the team.

He grunted. "That's too long." Pulling out a bit, he pushed in again, setting a slow and steady pace as he rolled his hips into you. "Not fair," he mumbled against your skin when his lips littered kisses along your jawline.

You shivered as your tight walls hugged him and tried to contain your whine when he wasn't quite rutting into you like the way you loved. If he did, it was going to be a challenge to stop yourself from drawing attention of concerned employees. Instead, you turned your head and sighed softly at the mirror displaying live porn between you and your man. Taeyong followed your gaze and curled his lips up. "Like what you see, doll?"

Your hands balled his shirt, nodding to his question. "Very."

"Good." He pecked your lips and pulled out to the tip, his hands pushing your ass up and giving it a gentle squeeze to get his doll ready for the mission.

And the timing couldn't have been worse when you heard a knock on the door.

"Ma'am, is everything going well in there?" an employee spoke, tone polite, friendly, and unsuspecting.

You gave Taeyong a strict look, silently warning him to not even think of doing anything. "Yeah, everything is- ah!"

Your fingers dug hard into his shoulders, your head flew back and hit the wall when he decided to have some fun by thrusting hard into you.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Her voice sounded panicky. "Do you require assistance?"

"No!" you squeaked out. You kept your eyes shut and tried to calm your spiked heart down. There were no locks for the rooms and if she turned the handle, then you were screwed. "I'm... changing."

"Alright, ma'am. Let me know if you'd like anything."

Opening your eyes, you glared at Taeyong. He bit his lower lip, being fully entertained by your reaction. "Ye-" Not even one full syllable in, Taeyong repeated his fun, pulling out and jamming into your slick hole swiftly. Your toes curled and you clamped one hand to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming while the other fisted tightly in his hair, not caring if it hurt him. He merely grunted in response.

Thankfully, you heard her heels click away from the door. Your hands went limp to your sides and narrowed your eyes on Taeyong who chuckled quietly. "That was not funny," you scowled after collected your breath.

"It was. You should have seen yourself."

"What if she walked in?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Free show."

You smacked his shoulder hard and he laughed it off. "Let's hurry this up. I'm tired."

Taeyong arched a brow. "My doll is tired? How is that possible? We're barely getting started."

You scoffed. "Oh really? After that fun you decided to play out and me making sure I didn't give away what we were doing in here, you don't think it's possible?"

He flushed his body against yours as he pressed you further into the wall, leaving no gap between his chest and your breasts. You silently wished that the two of you were bare chested for you to feel his hard chest against your soft one, though that could wait till you were somewhere out of public place. His fingers came up to lightly trail along your jaw as he hummed against your cheek, the tip of his nose sending tingles throughout your body. "We're gonna have to work on upping your stamina, doll."

Without warning, he dug his fingers into your hips and kept you still as he pounded in and out of your heat, not giving you time to prepare yourself in keeping quiet. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt the delicious pleasure near and did your best to muffle your moans and cries against your hand.

"You sound so fucking beautiful, doll. You should let it out, let them hear how nice you're feeling," he grunted out and shifted your ass to hit you in a slightly different angle and that was when it hit you.

Your cry hit a higher note, though gratefully not enough to hear an employee call for you again. Your muscles clenched around him as he fucked you out during your high, him bursting inside you not too long after.

After catching your breaths, he set you on your feet and you reached for the wall to hold yourself up as Taeyong fixed his pants back up to his hips.

His eyes landed on the supposed pants for purchase. Casting a nasty look at it, he asked, "Isn't it a hassle? Now you have to put your pants on. You didn't have to worry about that with your dress."

This guy and his hatred for pants was very interesting.

Huffing, you took off the blazer and Taeyong whistled with a pleased look. "Are we going for round two?"

You faked a smile and flung the blazer at his head, covering his sight. His shoulders shook as he laughed while you retrieved your panties from the discarded pants and put your own skirt and shoes back on. You draped the pants over your arm and went to rip the blazer off his head. Taeyong trailed behind you as you made your way to the door.

Opening it, you were stunned by a woman in uniform waiting on the other side with wide eyes. "Uh- I hope everything is okay," she stammered.

Shit. You screamed a series of curses in your head, wondering how long the employee stood there while you were being fucked.

Taeyong calmly walked past your shocked self and stood in front of the woman. He shoved his hands in his pockets and tilted his head. "I wonder what assistance you would have given for our love-making session," he said with a joking glint in his eyes.

All the colour drained from her face as she stood still like a statue. Her expression was masked in sheer horror, and you yelled at him. "Taeyong!" His laughter boomed as he sauntered away. You gave her a sheepish smile. "I'm so sorry," you gently apologized and hurriedly scattered away from her horrified figure. You discarded the clothes on a nearby rack and yanked Taeyong by his arm, dragging him out the store and promising yourself to never step foot in there again.

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[insomiaismygame]

ahEEMEM...

four words; NSFW Butler Levi Headcanons

with a short reader (below 4’11 / 5’0)

NSFW Butler!Levi x Short!Fem!Reader Headcanons

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

A/N: First of all can we take a moment to appreciate just how fine this man is. Second, I like your idea!!! I came up with several different scenarios with butler Levi, but here is one. Hope you like it!!!

Scenario: You're his master

SFW

I think we can all agree that Levi would be one hell of a butler. 😏

He would constantly keep a prim and proper appearance. I highly doubt you would find a single wrinkle in his uniform. He may have grown up on the streets but this man knows how to keep appearances.

He mainly keeps the house clean as that is his specialty. Constantly dusting shelves and windows, mopping the floors, and keeping everything organized. He takes pride in his work as it's a reflection of not only him but you.

Due to his work ethic, you made him head of staff. He filled the position well; having no problem telling others what to do. He instills fear in your staff you never could. Keeping them on track and up to his high standards.

You confide in him the most out of everyone on your staff. Mainly because when he's not bossing them around he's tending to you. Watching your body language, expressions, complexion, etc. This man is dedicated to you and you alone!

His dedication to you leads you to develop feelings for him. His attentiveness and the way he brings you comfort warm your heart. Though you assume that said dedication wasn't to you but his job. You couldn't have been more wrong.

His attentiveness stems from his desire to be close to you. This is the only way he knows how. Acts of service are his love language after all. He knows his feelings are inappropriate - he's staff and you're his master.

He started to fall for you when he realized how selfless you were. Working day and night running the estate. Looking for ways to keep all of your staff safe and employed. You were never greedy with your wealth. Always willing to give money and food to those in need. You never really saw yourself as being above others. Which led to a lot of admirers and a lot of marriage proposals.

You turned down every single one of course. Your heart belonged to him alone. You confessed your feelings one night while taking a stroll in the garden. You were tired of hiding and wanted to remain true to your desires. Needless to say, he was flabbergasted to hear your declaration of love. He wanted to think you were pulling a cruel joke but he knew you were better than that.

He also wanted to remain honest to you so he confessed too. He pulled you in his embrace and kissed your forehead. Leaning down to kiss you softly, tenderly, with a small smile on his lips.

NSFW

It's canon that Levi is a sub but for this scenario, he's a switch.

I imagine he loves the power that you hold over him. It keeps him grounded, keeps him focused. He would want to keep that same energy during intimate moments. Granted he does have moments where he takes control, but he prefers you do. He lives to please you! He knows you're afraid of having that power so you keep out of the relationship for the most part. You see him as being your equal no matter what.

Given your rather short stature, he feels an innate need to protect you. Due to this, he's a mostly gentle lover. It's ok to rough him up but you? Not really. You have a reputation to uphold! If you two explore bondage he'll make sure to get the finest silk ropes. Nothing to mar your skin in any way.

If it comes to who is on their knees more it's Levi. This man loves eating you out because he focuses more on your pleasure than his.

He'll be under your desk while you fill out paperwork gently licking your folds. He practically forces you to stand and work while he savors you. Well, more like grip onto the side of the desk as your legs tremble. Trust me you might as well put the pen down. You won't be getting any work done while he's down there.

He'll give you long languid strokes to your clit till you pay attention to him. Nipping and sucking between each stroke - making you tremble. He loves it when you card your hands through his hair. Telling him how good he's doing and that you love him.

He'll excuse the other staff from servicing you. Giving him more opportunities to be intimate with you.

Maids on their way to bath you? Nope! Not anymore! Levi will tell them that they are excused from their duty. Saying something like: “You guys don't do a good job cleaning the mistress.”

Someone bringing you paperwork? He snatches it from them, claiming they are taking too long.

Since you are small the two of you often bathe together. He'll brush a washcloth gently over your skin. Teasing you as he washes your tits and between your thighs. Sliding the cloth very close to your folds only to pull away seconds later. Eventually, Levi gives in and fingers you painfully slow. He chuckles when you buck your hips into his hand.

In the bedroom, he lets you tie him up with the silk rope he got. He's splayed on the bed while you run your hands up and down his body. If you want to punish him you'll blindfold him and sit at the edge of the bed. Watching as he writhes on the sheets begging to be touched; for you to ride him.

You'll brush his tip against your entrance, holding his hips down. Whispering to him: “If your good I'll ride you”. Leaving bites all over his neck and chest. Giving his cock teasing licks and gentle kisses. He's a sobbing mess by the time you sink down on him. This man is literally at your mercy.

Though for the times you're the one tied to the bed - expect to be overstimulated. This man will pay back all your teasing tenfold. Levi will suck on your tits while running his fingers between your folds. He'll edge you for a good three hours while you're weeping for more. You better believe he'll grant your wish.

Sliding down between your legs he'll nip and suck at your folds. Bringing you to orgasm on his mouth multiple times before thrusting into you. His pace starts slows and steadily becomes faster and rougher. You tug on the rope, wanting to push him away. Every orgasm he draws from you a lovely mix of pleasure and pain.

His aftercare is, of course, flawless. This man is thoroughly prepared once you both are done. He brings out a bowl of warm water with a rag and a cup of water. He gives the water and wipes you down while you drink. Being extra gentle when he wipes between your legs. He draws a bath for you with Epsom salt and lavender oil. He knows you're sore and tries his best to reduce that pain.

He carries you to the bath if he's been particularly rough. Giving your forehead and cheeks small pecks on the way. Levi will climb in with you and hold you to his chest whispering small praises. Telling you how good you did, how beautiful you are.

Once he's done changing out the sheets he'll climb in with you. Sometimes he'll stay the rest of the night with you. Other times he heads back to his room. In both instances, he always gives you a chaste kiss before you fall asleep.

Phew!! Ok, so I know this is late but school and work have been kicking my ass. I'll post the Colt Grice fic tomorrow!! I might do another scenario for butler Levi because I really love this idea!! Anyways, I hope you like it!

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[wizkiddx]

I lovelovelovelove ur writing. Was thinking if u could do one where readers relationship w tom exposed bcos someone recognises her but she isnt famous? And its all backwards and caught out sort of thing

thanks for being so kind! also I feel like me narrator-y voice has gone WAY too far, what do u guys think? I won't be offended promise I just think it sounds so fucking annoying rn

Tom Holland x reader

summary: you run into possibly the most infuriating family members the one time u and ur boy are showing PDA

warnings = none I think :)

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It was a late late evening, on the last train of the night towards manchester, the British countryside plunged into darkness that appeared as a blank, black canvas out the rounded-rectangular windows. 

And although the serene surroundings were calming, the regular and rhythmic movement of the carriage on the tracks - you were more on edge. Your relationship with Tom had yet to be revealed to the world - though you’d travelled as part of his extended entourage before under the guise of a ‘family friend’. So now it just being you, Tom, Harry, Andrew and Rachel - you felt more exposed. Of course, you were incredibly grateful that Tom had planned this weekend away for the two of you (after a work commitment, hence the presence of his manger, makeup artist and Harry). But it was scary.

Coming out of Euston station, the earlier time meant the train had been more of a hive of activity. Kids running up and down the aisle, inevitably recognising Tom and then asking for a photo. Enough that you’d had to move a few seats down the carriage, so no one would associate you travelling with the a-lister. 

But after you’d past Birmingham and the clocks past eleven pm, everything had quietened down and Tom convinced you to come and sit next to him on the table of four.  Andrew and Rachel were taking use of their little duo seat across for you to catch up on some well needed beauty sleep. They’d all been working with Tom doing promo for his most recent movie in London so it’d been pretty 24/7.

That left you, with all the energy, contrasting greatly with the two flagging Holland boys. 

“Lets play heads up!” You announced to the much less enthusiastic faces round the tables. 

“You can’t play that quietly and the whole carriage dont want to listen to you screeching.” Harry rolled his eyes whilst slightly ripping into you, then picking up his phone - thinking that would shut you up.

“I can play quietly!” You huffed, looking for Tom for backing… which never came. He didn’t even need to try and defend himself before you whacked his chest in false-annoyance. 

“ It’s not a bad thing, just passion.” Tom murmured, desperately attempting to sweet talk your round - which of course, was not going to happen. 

“No way! I’ll prove it to you!” 

“Nonono darling, look I’m tired.” He straight refused, wrappings his arms round your shoulders to try and cage you in. He ended up with his back pressed against the window and your back against his chest. “Lemme just relax with my best girl.”  You huffed in reply, worming round in his clutch before eventually giving up and relaxing your head onto his collar bone. For the reasons previously mentioned, you did not for a second believe he was serious with this PDA. Just sitting next to each other was risky enough,  now he was very clearly hugging you in a public place. Arching your neck back, you were shocked he already had his eyes shut - looking perfectly contented and relaxed. 

“T, are you serious?” You whispered, making him crack one eye open with a questioning look. Instantly he knew what you meant, I mean, it was him that was most worried about people finding out about you - for your sake. His horror stories of previous relationships hadn’t helped, to the point now only your mum dad and siblings knew about your relationship to Tom - mainly for the sole reason your nan was the biggest gossip in the world and could NOT be trusted. 

“Course love, it’ll be fine no ones around and I got my cap on. No one will notice us.”

Foolproof. Or so you both thought. 

And honestly for an hour or so you relished in the fact that in a public space, your boyfriend was showing you physical affection. It was exciting, which meant as Tom’s arms grew lax round you as he slumped slightly in the chair your energy only increased. No one else was being any use either - Harry had his head in his arms on the table and similarly neither Rachel nor Andrew were conscious enough to keep you company. Finally you settled on playing a game on your phone whilst also ever so softly wiggling round on Tom’s chest, purely because you enjoyed the little huffs and the way he’d squeeze you tighter as he snoozed. 

You were engrossed in shitty little iPhone game when a person who was walking down the aisle slowed down, drawing your attention away from the phone. And then your heart literally dropped because you instantly recognised your uncle and cousin, who was 12. Worse though, they had most definitely clocked you. 

Of all people, your uncle and boy cousin too. Possible the best (or worst depending on your point of view) at winding you up, at messing  with you, for genuinely causing all chaos and mischief with you. They were most certainly not going to be discrete. They’d rib you till your dying day. 

“Y/n?” Your uncle spoke first, noticing the that the group you with all seemed to be asleep, so at least trying to be a bit sensitive. Not that it mattered on Tom’s part though, you instantly bolted up and away from him, making him groan as he slowly woke up. 

“Er yeh, I-um  fancy seeing you guys here. Why were you in London?” Because yes half your family did live in manchester - a fact you felt slightly guilty about, considering you couldn’t fit in a quick and explainable reason as to  why you were in that area of the UK during a ‘pop in’. So you’d chosen to keep the whole trip a secret too.

“We’ve been at the footie, could ask you the same question.” Your uncle smirked, noticing toward Tom, who now was blinking his eyes heavily - looking with furrowed brows between the two of you. 

Because yes, the cap had been great to stop people recognising Tom. Neither of you were to expect it’d be you that’d be YOU stopped by someone who noticed you. 

“Oh um… well er this is my friend Tom, he’s got a work thing in manchester so thought I’d tag along. What was the score?” Yes you described your boyfriend of 9 months as a friend, when it was clear to everyone you were more than that. Though frankly, you still felt sick introducing him as ‘boyfriend’ - that itself was cringe as hell. The reference to football was an in-vain attempt to distract them with the most-boring-sport-in-the-world talk. If only Tom had kept his mouth shut. 

“Sorry mate” His voice was a little hoarse, making him force a cough before stretching his hand out. “I’m Tom”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ritchie and this is Matt” Your uncle motioned to his twelve year old son who was smiling politely but his expression seemed to drop as he made eye contact with Tom. Blissfully unaware, Tom shook Ritchies hand your a soft smile. 

“How do you guys-“

“I’m her uncle. Tell you what, didn’t imagine bumping into my niece on the 11:30 train to manchester.” 

Tom’s face fell and he froze. You’d both been caught out. Massively. It couldn’t get worse, till it did. 

“Y/n is that Spiderman?” Because yes, Matt was prime Marvel fanboy age. And yes, of course his favourite hero was Spiderman. And yes, this would probably be the most exciting day of his life. And the most embarrassing of yours. 

It was at this point Harry was sufficiently disturbed, enough to make him sit upright whilst also backing away into the corner of the booth, watching from afar.

“I-uh” You didnt really want to say it, for the sake of that meant he was revealing this secret you’d guarded with your life. But at the same time, you had this overwhelming sense of pride for Tom because “yeh, yes he is spiderman.” Matt started jumping up and down like an overexcited boyband fan which made you laugh, heart swelling as Tom chuckled along beside you.

Yes by no means was this ideal. And yes you were now forced to tell your family (so ultimately the world) about your relationship. Maybe that wasn’t so bad though?

hope u enjoyed + thank you for reading <333

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[mediocre-writerr]

all or nothing [shelby goodkind]

shelby goodkind x reader

requested: Ohhh what about a Shelby x reader who used to be a mma fighter and one day Rachel calls her worthless and it makes her think of her father and she’s snaps and starts fighting and all of the girls are trying to break them up but reader is delirious and actually thinks she’s fighting her dad till Shelby calms her! Sorry this is really long

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You were always a fighter, mentally and physically. 

MMA fighter at school who was on their way to going professional. But the road getting there wasn’t easy. Especially when your dad’s your coach and that was his dream. But it failed.

You’ve managed to keep your cool here, more than anyone. Despite the boiling rage forming inside of you every time Rachel yelled at anyone in the group. Everyone was trying their best, none of you were perfect, but Rachel really believed all of you were superhuman. 

“Rachel you need to calm down.” Shelby tries to reason with the girl who was currently yelling at everyone. 

She shook her head, “No I can’t calm down. All of you are sitting on your asses while we’re here in need of building another shelter. Dot is out for the count so I need all of you to help out!” 

“We’re all tired and need a break. You pushing us 24/7 is gonna get us killed!” you yell at her, so sick of all her bullshit.

“Stop acting like you’ve done anything since we got stranded on this island. You’ve been useless the entire time! Fucking worthless!!” Rachel shoots back. 

That’s all it took for you to snap.

You wind your fist so far and fast that you don’t even realize what you’re doing, until your fist is connecting with her face. You feel a pair of strong arms, who you’re assuming is Toni trying to hold you back.

Rachel recovers from your punch immediately tackling you. Causing both you and Toni to fall onto the ground with a satisfying thump. She took a shot at your stomach and then a hard right hook to your cheek. 

You get back up on your feet, despite all of the demands to stop this fight. All of them knowing that Rachel could get seriously hurt. You knee her in the stomach as she tried to ram you back onto the floor. 

“Y/N!” Toni tries pulling you back again with the help of Dot, but all you can see is him.

“You call yourself a fighter?!” you dad yells. 

You were in the locker room after your championship fight. After 5 rounds, you lost after a knock out. 

You told your dad you were done and couldn’t take anymore, but he insisted that you were fine. So instead of going out with dignity, you were on the floor 5 seconds into round 5. 

“Dad, that girl was tough. She’s almost in the upper weight class! I told you I was done!” you try to explain to your dad. 

He grabbed you by the hem of your shirt and smashed you into the lockers behind you. You yelp out in pain at the impact on your body, making your already bruised body worse.

“My daughter is not a quitter. We do not quit because we’re done or have too much injuries. It’s all or nothing, do you understand me?” he says, in between gritted teeth.

“Yes sir.” you mumble. 

Pushing past their restraints, you keep your form up, punching her straight in the pace. She groans out in pain as blood spewed from her mouth. 

You wanted to stop, but you couldn’t. You had to finish the fight. All or nothing.

“You’re fucking worthless! You can’t do anything right!” your dad’s voice calls out to you from Rachel’s mouth.

“What did you just say?” you whisper, your sudden calmness scaring the rest of the girls.

“You’re nothing! You’re weak!” his voice ringing through your ears as Rachel’s mouth moves.

You rush towards her grabbing the hem of her tank top before punching her face yet again. Rachel starts to throw up and you wait for the puke to leave her mouth before punching her in the face again. 

Her face slowly starts to morph into your dad’s. And all you could see is his face and red. Your hearing was shot, you couldn’t hear what the other girls were trying to say. 

All you could hear was his voice calling you awful things. 

You see blood slide down your dad’s face. His head snaps back and then falls limply just for you to hit him again. 

About to go in for another punch when you feel two pair of strong arms pulling you off, but you try to charge back at him...well her. The arms pull you back even further, heels dragging along the sand, “Let me go!!” 

You look back and see Nora and Dot helping Rachel up. Leah was going through the first aide kit we found, getting everything that Dot was asking for. Rachel’s face was bloody as she could barely hold her head up.

Toni grabs your chin forcefully, but not strong enough to hurt you. She makes you look her dead in the eyes. You try to move your head, but she only tightens her grip.

“You need to calm the fuck down, “ she says teeth gritted, “Let’s go. “

She guides you to the top of the cliff with a bottle of water. Instead of giving you something to drink, she pours it all over you. You let out a yelp and groan out in frustration.

Slamming your hands down onto the hard cliff. Your bloody hands were shaking, your bottom lip trembling slightly, while your chest is heaving. Once all of the water leaves the bottle, she tries talking to you.

“Y/N...” Toni whispers.

“Don’t-please just...” your lips starts to quiver again so you clear your throat, “Leave me alone.” you say so disappointed, your voice coming out hoarse. 

“At least tell me what’s-” she begins, but you cut her off.

“Please.” you say a little more sternly this time. 

It’s obvious you were a wreck, but trying so hard to keep it together and not fall apart. Toni leaves you staring out at the ocean. You feel someone take a seat next to you and grab your hand. 

You look at the unknown figure to see Shelby staring at you. She opens the water bottle without another word, pouring water onto your hands. You hiss and she sighs gently starting to wash away the blood. 

You start to tremble in her arms and you can’t help, but shatter at that point. She was being so gentle and soft, yet everything that happened just broke you. Shelby cradles your head into her chest and just lets you cry.

As you cry into her chest she wraps up your hand using the items from the kit. She lays the two of you down onto the rough cliff and wraps your arms around her. Your whole body start to quake at the touch. Shelby pulls you closer and holds you tighter.

“It’s okay. Whatever happened back there, it’s gonna be okay.” she whispers, soothingly into your ear. 

“I didn’t want to hurt her...I just got so mad.” you sob out.

“Oh love.” Shelby says, holding you closer, if that was even possible, “It’s okay. I know you’re not like that. I know you better than that. It’s okay.” she whispers to you.

Your chest begins to slow down as the hiccups turn into normal breathing. Your face still buried into the crook of her neck. Arms wrapped tightly around her torso like she’s going to disappear. Shelby continues to hold you, drawing patterns on your back to calm you down.

“What happened back there?” she whispers pulling away from you a little, “Rachel was telling you that she was sorry, but you went off again.” 

You remove your head from her neck and look at her, clearing your throat, “My dad was my MMA coach. It was always his dream to go professional, get a scholarship, and eventually get scouted. But he tore his ACL and lost any chances at that. So growing up I was forced to fight. I didn’t want to. I would much rather be your stereotypical lesbian and play softball.” 

Shelby chuckles softly at your choice of words, before allowing you to continue.

“But he persisted on making me fight. I was probably 9 when I had my first fight. As I got older, he got tougher. He would always call me worthless and told me I wasn’t enough after one loss. He’d even hit me himself. So when Rachel said that I just lost my mind,” you explain, “Love from my dad was all or nothing. He either loved you or he didn’t. I was rarely loved by him.” 

“I’ll love you.” Shelby whispers and you look at her with wide eyes, “I’ll love all of you. All of the time. Every little piece of you, even your flaws.” 

“You will?” you ask her, your voice breaking yet again.

“I will.” she says, kissing your bruised knuckles.

[kirishwima]

****

"...Kenma's coming over"

"He WHAT?!"

Lev, whose  head was resting in your lap, a bag of cheetos on his belly that he'd let cover his black tee with orange dust, wasted no time in jumping up, eyes wide with shock, cheetos be damned-much to your dismay.

"Clean that up" you asked with a sigh as he bent down to grab the snacks that had been now scattered across your living room's carpet, "and...yeah. He just texted me asking if we could talk."

"Oh I'm giving that bastard a piece of my mind that-that-idiot!" he huffed, jumping up from the couch with a frown, wiping his hands on his shirt.

"No, Lev-I...I'll need you to go. I have to talk to him on my own, clear things up."

He held your gaze for a long moment, a silent competition-until he sighed, nodding, bending down to cup your cheeks between his large palms.

"If he gives you any trouble Y/N, if he's being mean or anything-you call me and I'll come throw him out a window! And break his playstation!"

He pretended to huff when you giggled, but you could see the smile on his lips, his triumphant stand as he straightened back up.

"You've been hanging out with Yuu and Ryo way too much" you said, getting up and following him to the door as he got ready to go.

"...are you really gonna be ok?" he asked one last time, standing awkwardly besides the door.

You appreciated it, the way your friends cared for you so much-how sweet, gentle giant Lev would willingly throw hands with someone if it's to keep you safe, even if he's never even hurt a fly.

"I'll have to be", you decided, squaring your shoulders-fake it 'till you make it, isn't that what they say? "My relationship with him...it's already ruined. At least I can tell him what's been on my mind with no fear of consequence now".

Lev nodded, still uncertain-but he trusted you and your decisions, you knew he did. So with one last hug and a bid of goodbyes he left, the thud of the door behind him deafening in your now quiet apartment.

And now, being alone...you couldn't help it. The way your gut clenched, bile rising up to your throat. Your breath hitched thinking of all the possible scenarios, of the words you were about to speak, the secret you've been holding onto for dear life soon to be shared with the one person you thought it never would.

It took all of your willpower to simply head to the kitchen, to sip on a glass of water as you waited, mind whirling, the clock not ticking fast enough-until the fated knock on the door came, timid, quiet-not how one expects a life-turning event to begin.

The face that greeted you as you opened up was a hollow one-Kenma was never an overly-expressive sort but right now...he was blank, eyes reddened, the bags beneath them puffy and dark.

He hung his head low, refusing to look at you as you greeted him, his steps slow, cautious as he entered your apartment-as if this wasn't the millionth time he'd been here, as if he didn't know the layout and where you kept what better than you did sometimes.

You nodded to the kitchen, saying you'd pour him some water first-you know him, know he's probably been neglecting himself, has probably not had a sip of water in days, relying on junk and sodas. You wanted to be mad, to not care-but how could you?

He followed you without a word, standing across the counter as you pushed a cup in his hands, waiting quietly until he took a few sips-carefully considering the next words that'd come out of your mouth.

"I'm-"

"I-"

You both started and stopped, looking wide eyed at one another. He hid into his hoodie, taking a deep breath before trying to speak back up-but you simply shook your head, bringing a palm up to stop him.

"Wait-Sorry, just...let me go first, before I lose the guts to. Yeah?"

He nodded, slow and curious.

And so...it was time to get the cat out of the bag. With a deep breath, you let your eyes focus onto the countertop, at your own shaky fingers.

"We...we've been friends for years now, and being your friend-it definitely had it's ups and downs" you laughed, a quiet bitter thing, "You're not always the easiest person to get along with."

You refused to look at his face, but knew he was probably nodding along, maybe hiding his face into his hoodie-but you had no time to comfort him, had to carry on.

"Yet the more I got to know you...the closer we got I couldn't help but realise how kind you really are. You're so funny, real sarcastic at times, but you're genuine, you care for others so much even if you don't show it with words- Kenma, I never once felt like I had to act like anything but myself around you. You...made me feel safe"

You took sighed, eyes shut.

"It's no wonder I fell in love with you."

You heard his sharp intake of breath, making your gut churn.

"I know-I know telling you will just ruin what we had but...it's already in the gutter isn't it? Guess I might as well just-"

Your eyes met his face for a brief moment-enough to make you falter.

He-he was crying?!

Kenma's hands rubbed furiously at his eyes, refusing to look at you as he tried to compose himself.

"Woah hey-Kenma?!"

You reached for him but he shook his head, shoulders trembling.

"I-Tsukishima?!" was all he managed to say.

You sighed, shrugged your shoulders.

"I had to find a way to get these feelings towards you to stop growing. I did like Tsukki, back when I first met him-but it wasn't love. I couldn't lie to myself, not about this."

He didn't say anything. Didn't even look in your general direction, his face tilted away-body tense like a coil ready to snap.

You wanted to do something, anything to soothe him-but what? How could you help when you're the one that caused this?

Tentatively you walked across the counter, nearing where he sat on the barstool-put your hands on his arms, squeezed-to be frank, you had no idea what to do, what you were doing.

"-too"

You hummed, looking at his face, hidden beneath his sleeves.

"Me too. I love you too-"

That...wasn't what you expected. Your mind tried to catch up to what he was saying, hands falling to your sides but Kenma was quick, grabbing a hold of you, bringing you into his embrace-it was awkward, his arms dug into your back, his head pushed against your chest from where he sat on the stool.

Did you really hear that right?

"I love you-I love you I didn’t know what to do, I just realised it and my brain was a mess Y/N-"

He took a shaky wet breath, pulling away to face you-for the first time tonight, you locked eyes. Despite it all, the redness, the tears, the dark circles-his eyes were bright, a new spark in them, and focused on you, drinking in your face, your features, every single thing he loved and more.

"I’m sorry" he said, and though blunt-you knew this was the most sincere Kenma could be. "The moment I realised my feelings I just…the thought of being ‘just friends’ with you broke me. I didn’t know how to face you. I shut you out ‘cuz I’m a coward-"

You couldn’t help it. He was there, cheeks flushed, a small silly pout on his lips as he apologised-what else could you do but take a hold of his cheeks and kiss him?

For a moment his whole body stilled as your lips touched his, before you felt his become pliant, his arms around your neck; his smile was infectious, the way you felt it against your mouth, how you both shared an incredulous laugh, kissing him again, and again, and again-making up for all time lost to miscommunication.

"Don’t think you’re forgiven yet!" You huffed, staring him down. You couldn’t keep a serious face even if you wanted to, not when he was looking at you with that stupid soft smile, as if you were the brightest moon he’d ever laid eyes upon. He had to bite his lip to stop from giggling like a kid, the mere thought of you being his-his! bursting in his chest like a newfound warmth on a winter night.

"Okay."

"I mean it! I expect a bubble tea at my door every day" you tried, really, but he let his hands trail down to your waist, his thumbs drawing aimless circles on your skin-he leaned back in, kissed you softly.

"Okay."

"With extra tapiocas!"

He kissed you again, his forehead knocking against yours.

"Anything. Anything you want."

Really…how could you even pretend to be mad?

"…You",  you eventually breathed out, "That’s all I want."

His smile was infectious, turning you both into heaps of giggles, the tense atmosphere all but forgotten, all secrets revealed, hearts shed and intertwined.

It’s all as it should be.

Both of you, cuddling on the couch, your head on his shoulder, his arms never leaving your body, as if afraid you’d slip out of his fingers (You wouldn’t-you wouldn’t), his lips leaving gentle kisses at the crown of your head, laughing, teasing one another.

Balance restored, at last.

*****

Love in the Twitch Era // Streamer AU-Part 16

It’s here! Sorry for the delay-but this is the official ‘final part’, though there’ll be an epilogue of sorts soon after :) Thank you for reading my first SMAU, and i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did working on it <3 

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