#also i feel like i wrapped this up suddenly but a) i’m hungry and b) i was supposed to start work 15 minutes ago oops

[judysxnd]

Hey love can I have a request?

Just a chilling day with pedro × reader. Cooking , kissing , watching TV and I love pedro talking in Spanish with the reader. Cute Spanish names

THANK YOU❤

Hi! Here is your request! I just love how it makes me go back on Spanish. Like it was my second language in school and also in college, but it actually made me dislike it 🙄 BUT, thanks to mister Pascal, I am coming back on it. It’s still rusty and I have to use a translator so please be gentle 😂 (don’t hesitate to tell me if I make any mistake so I can correct them)

I had this idea before I got the request since it actually happened to me two weeks ago, and I thought it would fit here. Hope you like it!

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It’s finally Saturday. You are finally able to rest. What makes it even better? Your lover, Pedro, is here with you. He just got back from New York for the Met Gala, which you couldn’t attend.

You woke up from the sun that managed to get through the shutter that was half closed thanks to the wind last night. You stretched your arm to look at your phone on the nightstand, only to see that it was 8am. “Hell no” you thought. It’s Saturday, you were not going to get up that early. Also, you really couldn’t as there were two strong arms wrapped around you. If you tried to get up he would wake up, and it would definitely make him grumpy, which is something to avoid.

You managed to turn around, facing a peacefully sleeping Pedro. His hair falling on his forehead, his mouth slightly open, it made your heart flutter. You put your head against his chest, slowly going back to sleep, his heartbeat being your lullaby.

You woke up later, feeling a hand caressing your arm and back softly. You noticed that none of you moved from the previous position. You smiled, smelling his addicting scent, pressing a gentle kiss on his chest.

“Good morning hermosa” Pedro said, with a cute, low and raspy voice

“Good morning baby” you moved away a little, looking at him, putting your right hand on his face, kissing him softly.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked you, now playing with your hair

“Yes, finally now that you’re here” It’s true that it’s always rough without him. You’re a bad sleeper in general, but magically, you sleep well with him next to you.

“Yo también” (me too), Pedro said. He is also a bad sleeper, and ironically, with you, he’s less. Suddenly, you heard Pedro’s stomach growl. “I guess I’m hungry” he chuckled.

“Okay, stay here, I’m going to make you breakfast” you said enthusiastically as you sat up. “What do you want? Eggs?”

“Hm, yes” he said smiling. He watched you leave to the kitchen.

You started to prepare the eggs. While it cooked, you poured a cup of coffee for him, and a cup of tea for you.

“What’s that smell?” You said, smelling something bad. You walked closer to the smell. It happened to be the eggs. It smelled like it was burning. “Are the eggs rotten?” You came closer. They looked normal.

“What is that smell?” Pedro asked as he arrived to the kitchen.

“You smell it too?”

“Yeah, from the bedroom”

“I think it’s the eggs” you said smelling them again. He came closer and smelled them too.

“Oh wow. Are they rotten?”

“I don’t know, they don’t look like they are” They were ready, so you put them on a plate. Pedro took his cup of coffee and sat down at the table. You put the plate in front of him.

“You know what, I am not really hungry anymore” he said looking at the eggs

“You’re serious? They’re good to eat” you sat in front of him, staring to eat the eggs. He was staring at you.

“So?”

“They’re good, they taste good” he nodded then got up. You started to scroll on your phone, going through your notifications. A few minutes later, Pedro sat back down in front you, with a plate of eggs. “Wait- I thought you weren’t hungry anymore?” You were speechless

“Well- I thought to b-” you cut him

“But you didn’t want to eat what you thought were rotten eggs” you started to laugh

“Claramente” (obviously)

“So you let me eat them?”

“If they were rotten you would not have swallowed, so technically, you would not have eaten them”

“You asshole” you slapped his arm “it’s good to know that if we are being poisoned I’ll be the one dying first” you both laughed

“Why would w-”

“You never know who could try to kill you” you got up. “Be careful I might try to get my revenge” you said, looking at him with devil eyes. He gasped

“You wouldn’t”

“Si si papi” you said putting your plate in the sink. He smirked.

“Lo probaré la próxima vez!” (I’ll taste it first next time)

“No te creo” (I don’t believe you) you both laughed

You started to wash your plate, when Pedro came behind you. He put hair to side, and started kissing your neck.

“¿Qué puedo hacer para compensarte?” He whispered in your ear. His hands went on your waist. You smiled, throwing your head on his shoulder. He turned you around. “mi corazón” he said, caressing your cheek, than your lips.

“Hm, what about watching my favorite tv show with me?” You said putting your arms around his neck. His eyes widened. He wasn’t the biggest fan of your favorite tv show, and sadly for him, you loved watching it over and over. “If you watch at least three episodes with me right now, you’re forgiven” you chuckled

“You’re lucky I love you”

“Says the guy who would let me eat poison” you both laughed.

“Okay okay! Go ahead and put it on, I’ll finish the dishes.”

“Thank you” you kissed him passionately

And that’s how, five minutes later, you were all cuddled up with him on the couch, explaining the basic story of the show before starting it. It was hard for him although extremely funny for you to see him struggle. He did try to entertain himself by kissing you (a lot), but you were strict and stopped him (even if you didn’t really want to).

[dykedteach]

Sell Rome to me. I saw you posting about it and now I’m really interested in watching but like...who are the best characters? Seasons? Ships?

Hi anon!

So it’s two seasons long, and it covers the period of Roman history between the start of the civil war between Julius Caesar and Pompey Magnus, to the end of the war between Gaius Octavius (Augustus) and Antony and Cleopatra, so between 49BC and 30BC. The first season is brilliant and well paced, but there are some issues with the second season feeling a bit rushed (they had outlined the stretch of history to cover five seasons, but because they filmed in Italy it was so ridiculously expensive that they couldn’t continue and had to squeeze four series worth of outlined plots into just season two. There’s a lot of time jumps, some more jarring than others, but it’s still good.)

It’s pretty typical HBO fare in terms of sex and violence, and in terms of some of the more problematic subject matter it’s fairly similar to Game of Thrones - I wouldn’t say it’s as bad though? I think if you managed to watch Thrones (or tbh even Black Sails) despite the scenes focusing on rape, incest, and torture, then I think you’d be able to handle how Rome deals with those things.

Back to the plot! One of the things I most love about it is how it balances the two worlds of Ancient Rome. Half the plot is focused on the real historical events and the nobles that took part in them, yes, but then the rest looks at the lives of ordinary soldiers and families, and it’s really interesting to see how these two very separate worlds have an effect on each other. There’s also a lot of stunning comparison scenes, things like funeral scenes blended together so you see the difference between how a self proclaimed god might be mourned by crowds, and how a common roman might be mourned by their family. Visually, it’s a stunning series as well. The locations they shoot on are gorgeous, and the cinematography is amazing too (a lot of the crew I’ve looked up seem to have been posted on the first few seasons of GoT after - for example, the man who directed Baelor where Ned Stark gets beheaded also did an episode here featuring a Triumph celebration, and it feels very very similar although entirely different moods).

Depending on how much you know about that period of Roman history, you’ll likely know a lot of the main characters. If you’re a fan of The Terror, Ciaran Hinds and Tobias Menzies play Caesar and Brutus, and they have some absolutely incredible scenes together (and apart). You have other prominent historical figures like Cleopatra, Mark Antony, and Augustus (as a teenager, Octavian), but they do also expand a lot upon the role that the female relatives of these figures had. Two main characters who don’t feature so much in the history but are given prominent time here are Atia, Octavian’s mother (and the lover of Antony, so I think she’s supposed to also be Fulvia) and the niece of Caesar, and Servilia, the mother of Brutus and lover of Caesar. They really are shown as the heads of their houses, and you get to see how they tweak things behind the scenes, whisper ideas into the ears of the men who change the world. I’ve seen people compare Atia in particular to Cersei Lannister, and I can definitely see the parallels.

In terms of the relationships, there’s a lot of intense romances throughout the show generally between men and women, if that’s your thing. Even though it has its issues, I ended up loving how they showed the passionate affair between Cleopatra and Antony, for example. There isn’t much canonical gay representation - one fleeting f/f relationship, and a handful of jokes about Antony. The two main soldiers that the show focuses on, Vorenus and Pullo, definitely have an intense relationship, very much ride or die, and very familial, but I think if you wanted to read it in a certain way there’s definitely a reading there. In the past few months, I’ve somehow gone in for Brutus/Antony, after seeing some incredible content for it which has made me think about their parallels and so on. There’s also a very non-deep element about it where I’ve chosen the two men in the series I’m most attracted to, but anyway.

I don’t know how well I’ve sold this to you, but it’s definitely worth a try! If you enjoy historical dramas, or HBO shows, it’s worth it. It’s not perfect by any means, but it’s entertaining for sure. There’s a lot of very funny scenes, the dialogue feels very...real? but then also you get these huge iconic lines and speeches and it’s just perfect. I really didn’t expect it to be as funny as it was.

If you’re not too opposed to spoilers, I have a fair bit tagged on my blog under Rome (I will warn you, there’s a lot of repeat reblogs - it’s still a small fandom with a small output of content, but I’ve only been here since the start of the year and even I’ve seen it grow!). If you’re in the UK, it unfortunately doesn’t seem to be on any streaming services, but it’s on HBO if you’re in the US. (or, you know, search Rome HBO free stream online or whatever).

EDIT: look I fully intended to be impartial but I would also hate for someone to start watching Rome with no concept of how much of a gem of a character Cicero is, he very much snuck up on me as a favourite during my first watch, and only now during my second do I feel I fully appreciate this sly dramatic king

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine

Chapter 7

Authors note: Another extra long chapter ❤

Warnings: brief talk of domestic abuse/trauma, smut(groping, lactation kink, vaginal penetration), a/b/o content(marking, claiming, knotting) 

Word count: 4651       Nat Masterlist    Marvel Masterlist    TCYM Masterlist

      As Natasha stirs the next morning her first thought is that she gets to wake up beside you. But before she opens her eyes to look at you she's struck by the worry that it may have all been a dream. A beautiful and wonderful dream that came to her as she slept next to you, the Alpha she desired. And if it truly had been a dream, she'll be heartbroken. 

   Suddenly the bed shifts behind her, and your arm snakes around her waist as your face presses up against her neck. She can feel your warm breath against her scent gland, and it sends a spark of excitement through her.

   “ ‘Mornin Natty.” you rasp out in your sleep filled voice, “Did my Omega sleep well?”

   Her heart soars, not only because she has proof it wasn’t a dream but also because of how tender and caring you are with her, “Mhm, I certainly did. Did you, my Alpha?”

   “I did, slept better than ever with you beside me.”

   She begins to purr and rolls over to face you. She smiles at you, brushing her thumb against your cheek before her lips meet yours in a soft kiss. Your hand finds itself tightening on her hip then, pulling her closer to you. She hums, content as her front practically melts into yours.

   "I'm usually not a morning person, but if I get greeted like that from now on that just might change." 

   She chuckles, "Well then I'll just have to wake you with kisses every day.”

   “Mmm, good” you reply, wrapping your arms around her in a tight hug. She returns the embrace, resting her head against your collarbone as she listens to your calm heartbeat.

   The two of you remain like this, simply content in each other's presence until the small pup in the corner cries out. Reluctantly Natasha pulls away from you, swiftly getting out of bed and making her way over to him. She picks him up, cuddling him close to her chest as she walks back over to the bed.

   By now you're sitting up, leaning against the headboard as you watch the two of them with a smile. She gets comfortable beside you once more, smiling as you reach out to grab her boy's small hand.

   “Good morning Dima” you greet him, causing his little face to stare at you. He smiles at you and Natashas chest fills with warmth at the interaction

   “He really likes you.” she tells you, smiling brightly

   “I’m glad” you reply, “Cuz I really love the little guy.”

   Natasha leans closer to you, purring as she rests her head on your shoulder, feeling completely at ease and comfortable with this rather domestic scene with you and her son. She can’t wait to have more moments like this with you and can’t help but hope that you’ll take her and Dima back to your house once you make her yours. 

   Suddenly the pup looks back to his mother then and coos at her. Though you are unfamiliar with this particular sound, she isn’t and she knows it means he's hungry. A blush settles over her cheeks as she debates on how she wants to do this. She knows you aren’t like Bruce, but still part of her worries you would find the act of breastfeeding disgusting and that it should be done in private away from Alphas. Then of course there's the fact that the two of you haven’t mated yet, so you haven’t seen her body. If you saw a part of it now and didn’t like it, would you still claim her?

   “Hey” you call out, gaining her attention, “What's got you thinking so hard?”

   “I- it's just that he's hungry.” she answers and you nod, signaling for her to continue, “He needs milk. From me. Breastmilk.”

   Your eyes widen slightly, “Oh! Well if you aren’t comfortable with me being here for that I can lea- ”

   “No!” she states and quickly grabs ahold of your arm, not wanting to be without you, “No. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know you aren’t like him, but Bruce never liked seeing me feed Dima. He didn’t even like being in the same room when I would do so.”

   You shake your head, “Well, Bruce is an ass and an idiot. It's a natural thing. You're his mother and he needs to be fed, such a thing would never bother me, Natty. So please, if you're comfortable with me being here, don’t let me stop you from taking care of our pup.”

   Her head comes away from your shoulder quicker than even she anticipated, and you look at her to find her green eyes sparkling as she looks at you with a wide eyed expression you can’t quite decipher.

   “What?”

   “You called him ours” she says, smiling wide 

   You smile back at her, “Well, after today his mama will be my mate, so as far as I’m concerned he is mine as much as he is yours.”

   She brings you in for a hug, holding the pup between you both in a soft embrace. Your arms wrap around them both and you rest your forehead against hers. She sighs happily as your scent fills her senses, and she looks at you in such a tender way that your heart is aching at the sight. 

   “Thank you for accepting him”

   “Of course. I would do anything for him, and you.” you admit, “I love you”

   “I love you too.” she replies, pecking your lips quickly before leaning back against the headboard once more

   She lifts her shirt over her one breast, bringing Dima up to it. He latches on immediately and begins to suckle. He lets out a satisfied sound as he begins to get fed, and you smile at the sound.

   Your phone takes your attention then, as it vibrates on the bedside stand. You pick it up to see a message from Yelena.

   Lena: So, congrats are in order! The two of you are finally no longer blind. I am so proud!

   Y/n: Thanks Lena! We’re both very happy about it.

   Lena: Oh, I’m sure. I am about to be on my way for the little one. But first I wanted to say something.

   Lena: You have my sister's heart. You always have. This moment is something she has dreamed of only to have that dream ripped from her by Bruce. She then feared she'd never get it, or get you. But just loving you from afar kept her going through what Bruce put her through. It will mean so much to her, to finally have you. Promise me it means just as much to you? Promise me you will take care of her?

   Y/n: You have my word Yelena. Natasha means more to me than words can describe. I am so happy to have her be mine. I would never hurt her, nor will I let anyone else hurt her.

   Lena: Good. Thank you. I knew that of course, but still needed to hear it. 

   Y/n: I know. Always the protective sister. And Auntie.

   Lena: Which reminds me, Dima means the world to her. She adores being a mother. Thank you for seeing that and being willing to raise him with her.

   Y/n: Of course. I would never deny her of her pup, no matter who she had him with. Plus I love the little guy.

   Lena: You will be a better parent than Bruce ever was. I'll see you in a few.

   A smile brightens your face as you read her last message, and this doesn't go unnoticed by the Omega beside you.

   "Should I be jealous that you're smiling at your phone like that?" She teases, "What has you so happy, my love?"

   "Of course not Natty. It's just Yelena.” you tell her, “She said I'll be a better parent than Bruce."

  "You already are a better parent, Y/n. Bruce hardly ever interacted with him. I don't think he really wanted pups, but making me carry them was another way of forcing me into submission. Forcing me to depend on him." She says before grabbing your hand, "But you've always done things with him. Ever since he was a newborn, you've always cared. You've held him, played with him, talked to him, encouraged him, held his hand and looked out for him."

  You gently loop your arm around her waist, careful to not disturb the feeding pup as you bring them both closer to you, "He deserves it. To be cared for and loved appropriately. And so do you"

  Your words cause a purr to rumble in her chest once more and she easily leans into your embrace, "Did she say when she'd be on her way?"

  "Yeah, she was just leaving."

   "I better get his things ready then." She replies and as if on cue Dima lets go of her nipple, satisfied with the milk he'd gotten.

   "No, finish feeding him breakfast. I'm sure a pup of his age requires more than just breast milk. I'll gather his things" you tell her, quickly kissing her cheek before getting up

  She briefly watches you with a fondness as you head over to his nest, grabbing his favorite little fox stuffie and his fluffy blanket. You then head over to his bag and pick out an adorable little Mickey Mouse onesie for him before walking over to his diaper bag. As you make sure all his supplies are in there she heads over to the room's small kitchen area, and places the pup in his highchair. She grabs a small tub of yogurt with diced fruit from the fridge and heats a small container of oatmeal up in the microwave before sitting down to feed him.

   Once you add a few more diapers to the bag and an extra package of baby wipes for Yelena you join the pair in the kitchen, taking the other seat at the small table. The young pups gaze moves from Natasha to you and he reaches a small hand in your direction. You don't hesitate to offer him your hand and he grasps onto a few of your fingers lovingly as his mama continues to feed him breakfast.  

   Once he finishes his meal he reaches out for you, so you eagerly pick him up from his highchair and hold him close. You bounce slightly on the balls of your feet, pulling a giggle from him and you smile wide at the sound. You place a quick kiss to his little chubby cheek before heading back out of the kitchen with him.

   Natasha watches with a smile, her heart fluttering as she hears him giggle. She tears her gaze away from the two of you to go about cleaning the kitchen. Rinsing out his dishes in the sink and placing them in the small dishwasher before wiping down the highchair. By the time she's done she finds you both sitting on the bed once more. The small pup is no longer in his pajamas but the onesie you picked out is, and is resting on your lap as you had your legs folded in front of you. 

   You're holding his fox stuffie in your hand, waving it in front of him playfully and he laughs when you make its paw boop him on the nose. Your eyes light up at the sound, practically sparkling as you watch him have fun and Natasha thinks she's fallen even deeper in love with you, if such a thing was possible, she's already fairly certain you own all of her. Heart, mind and soul. Even without claiming her.

   A gentle knock on the motel room door brings you both out of your thoughts, and Natasha looks to you before approaching. Knowing it could only be Yelena, and therefore not a threat you nod to her and she quickly goes to open the door.

   “Sestra(sister)” the blonde greets with a smile and hug, “You look absolutely glowing. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you look so relaxed and carefree.”

   The redhead smiles shyly, moving to the side to allow her sister to see into the room where your focus is back on playing with the pup, “She makes me happy. I know I am safe with her and loved by her. And I know he is too. Just look at how she cares for him”

   Yelena smiles, “She's a good Alpha for you, for both of you.”

   “She's the only Alpha for me.” She affirms, moving more to the side so her sister can actually enter the room

   Yelena smiles as she approaches the bed, noticing how you almost refuse to take your attention away from the boy in your care. But the pup hears her approaching and turns to see, and upon recognizing her his face lights up. Your head then also turns, finally taking in Yelena's presence. 

   “Hey Lena. Sorry I didn’t greet you with Natty. I was a bit preoccupied.”

   “Not a problem, I understand. The little guy is too cute for his own good.” she teases

   “Yeah, that he is. Looks just like his mama.”

   Yelena chuckles at your remark, and she takes notice of the way Natasha smiles at your words, “Yes he does. Thank goodness.”

   You chuckle as you lift the pup from your lap and hand him to the Beta, “Thanks for taking him today. We both really appreciate it.”

   “Of course. I’m always happy to spend time with him, but I will especially do so to give the two of you some much anticipated alone time.” she says, watching the way her sister looks at you in anticipation

   You catch her in the act and smirk at her, licking your lips subconsciously as your eyes trail over her body. She squirms slightly under your gaze, teeth digging into her bottom lip as a slight blush dusts over the apples of her cheeks.

 You were unaware the Beta had caught you both doing this until you heard her clear her throat, “Ok. The little guy and I will get out of your hair and go have some fun with Fanny.”

   “Don’t forget his fox” you tell her, handing the stuffie over to her as Nat grabs his bag to hand to the blonde

      She places it over her shoulder as Nat leans in to press a kiss to her pups forehead, “Have fun with you Auntie, malen'kiy(little one). I love you very much.”

   You’re then suddenly by the blondes side too and you let your hand ruffle the tuft of red hair that adorns the pups head, “Have fun Dima, I love you”

   Both women smile at your declaration and Yelena looks at her sister, “Just let me know when I can bring him back.”

  “I will. Don’t let him get into too much trouble.”

  “I won’t.” she assures as she heads for the door. She opens in, pausing in the doorway to turn back around to look at you both, “Try not to get too carried away. I don’t want to have to buy the nice motel lady a new bed frame”

   The redhead scoffs, blushing even harder, “Suka(bitch)”

   Yelena laughs as she closes the door behind her and you chuckle as you can still hear her laughter even as Natasha locks the door. She heads to the window and watches to be sure that her sister gets her pup and herself safely into the car, only letting herself fully relax once her sister pulls out of the parking lot. 

    She turns around to face you, and before you even realize it she's breaching the distance between the two of you. Her lips crash against yours in a hungry kiss and her hands grab fistfulls of your shirt to pull you flush against her. Instinctively your arms wrap around her waist and she eagerly allows you to deepen the kiss, moaning when she feels your tongue enter her mouth. The sound excites you and you plan on pulling more noises from her. Her hips buck forward then, rubbing her core against the bulge at the front of your pants, causing her to let out a whine. 

   You grunt as you pull your mouth away from hers, “Are you all worked up for me already, baby?”

   “Yes” she answers breathlessly as her hand palms the front of your pants. You groan, feeling yourself harden further, “And I can see just how worked up you are for me, Alpha.”

   “Mmm” you hum, enjoying the feeling of her hand against your still clothed cock, “Only for you, Omega.”

   She smiles, purring as her lips meet yours again. Her hands move from your shirt to circle around your neck and your grip on her hips tightens. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling a moan from you that sends a wave of excitement through her and makes slick begin to run down her thighs.

   The scent of her fills the air accompanied by the scent of her arousal and she can feel the bulge in your pants grow against her hand as your scent permeates the room as well. You pull away from her lips, breathing heavily as your hands sneak under the hem of her shirt and caress her hips before they move to caress the soft skin of her stomach and then reach for the bottom of her shirt.

   “Y/n…” she whispers, feeling nervousness build inside of her at the prospect of having you see her naked for the first time.

   She knows you aren’t like Bruce. You aren’t cruel like he is, or unkind in any way but he's instilled so much insecurity in her that it just outweighs her rational thoughts. She's so nervous because she no longer has the physique she did in college. She now has some slight chubbiness and stretch marks from carrying Dima and she worries you’ll find her unattractive now because of that.

   You easily pick up on her change in mindset as she no longer keeps eye contact with you. In fact she refuses to look at you at all, gluing her gaze to the floor instead. You begin crooning to relax her, wanting her completely at ease and safe feeling with you. 

  “We go at your pace baby. I want you to be comfortable, and I know you’ve been through hell so I’ll wait as long as necessary.” you tell her, moving your hands to cup her face instead

   Her shoulders relax instantly and her eyes glance up at your face once more, “I want you more than anything right now. I just…I don’t want you to not like what you see. I don’t want you to change your mind.”

   “Not possible” you tell her, cupping her face, “I promise, I’ll always want you and I’ll always find you the most beautiful person in the room.”

   She smiles and hearing the truth in your words she moves her own hands to the bottom of her shirt. You let go of her and she pulls it up and over her head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Your eyes rake over her torso and your tongue darts out to like your lips. She notices this and her confidence skyrockets.

   “You look perfect to me, Natasha” you breathe out, “So beautiful”

   She smiles shyly, grabbing a hold of your wrists as she brings your hands up in front of her breasts, “Please touch me detka(baby). I've waited so long.”

   You quickly comply, groping the soft mounds of flesh as your thumbs roll over her hardened nipples. She moans, arching into your touch as a bit of milk escapes her breasts. You groan upon seeing it and can’t resist the urge to lean forward and taste it. Your tongue hesitantly licks the drop of milk up and she whimpers, grabbing the back of your head to keep you there. You take it a step further and wrap your lips around her pert bud.

   “Ah fuck!” she exclaims, digging her nails into your scalp as you suck on her. 

   It's a completely different feeling from when her pup does this and it's certainly nothing Bruce gifted her with when he forced himself on her, that was all focused on him and his pleasure. She's never felt anything like this before, and she's certain she doesn't want it stopping anytime soon. As your mouth moves to her other breast her core throbs, and her need for you grows to a near insatiable level.

   “Alpha, please” she whimpers, “Can’t wait any longer, I need you”

   Wordlessly you pick her up, quickly walking over to the bed and gently setting her down. You go to pull away from her, but not wanting to be without you she whines and latches onto you. 

   You quell her anxieties with a peck on the lips, “I’m not going anywhere baby. Just gonna lose these clothes”

  Her eyes widen and she lets go so fast that you chuckle. She watches, lower lip trapped between her teeth as you pull your shirt off and her stomach twists in a mix of emotions as she sees your bare torso. Part of her wants to pull you close and hold you as she tends to all the injuries Bruce caused but the other part of her, oh that part wants to run her hands over every beautifully sculpted muscle you have while you have your way with her.

   You pull your pants down to your mid thigh, letting gravity pull them the rest of the way down until they pool at your feet and you smirk as you notice the way her thighs clench together and you decide to tease her a little longer.

   “Let's get you outta your pants Natty”

   Her eyes darted to your bulge again, “But...”

   You tilt your head in faux confusion, “But what Omega? Don’t you wanna let me see that pretty pussy of yours?”

   “Yes Alpha. Want you to see me, want you to claim me. Please.”

   “Oh I’ll claim you baby, don’t worry.” you reply as you grab her waistbands. 

   You pull her pants and underwear off in one swift motion and her scent floods the room even stronger than before. Your hands grab her plush thighs and you gently spread them allowing you to see her soaking cunt.

  “So wet, this all for me baby?” 

   “Mhmm” she hums, “Only for you, Alpha.”

   “Such a good girl” you reply, causing her eyelids to flutter at the praise

   Finally you begin to remove your boxers and she whimpers upon seeing the sheer size of you. You're both girthier and longer than Bruce, and though this excites her it also makes her nervous. Not even the toys she used to use before him were as big as you are. 

   She watches as you crawl back onto the bed and she spreads her legs further apart so you can fit between them better. You slowly move your hips forward, letting your length move through her folds, getting it properly lubed by covering it in her slick. Her hips buck and she moans as you brush against her clit.

   “Fuck!” she exclams, grabbing onto your strong forearms, “You're so big detka(baby)”

   “You can take it though, can’t you Natty?”

   She eagerly nods, “Yes, I can. I promise I can. Please Y/n, wanna feel you inside me.”

   Her plea spurs you on, encouraging you to pull your hips back and without so much as a warning you bury your full length inside her. Her eyes slam shut, she screams your name and her nails dig into your forearm. You don’t move, though you desperately want to, wanting to give her time to adjust she whimpers for you.

   “It’s ok Omega, I’m here. I’ve got you” Her walls clench around you and a moan of your own escapes, “Ooh, fuck baby. You feel so good.”

   She lets her eyes open, and when she sees the way you're looking at her, she nearly melts. You make her feel so wanted, and not just in the sexual ways, but in every way imaginable. Tears of happiness build in her eyes as she thinks about how much you love her and how she's going to get to spend forever by your side. You're about to be her mate. Hers, and only hers.

  You see a tear slide down her cheek and you panic slightly. Had you hurt her? Triggered her? Was she uncomfortable? Has she changed her mind? Your mind races a hundred miles a minute and you bring a hand up to cup her cheek, gently brushing away the tear.

   Sensing your worry she smiles up at you and caresses your arms, “You're going to be mine. My Alpha.”

   You smile back realizing it was nothing bad, “I certainly am, Natty. All yours.”

   Her arms circle around your neck and she pulls you against her lips as she begins to rock her hips. You get the message and you swallow every sound she makes as you start thrusting your hips. The hand that was once on her cheek moves to cup her breast and she practically melts back against her pillows.

   Her exposed neck draws you in, and a small gasp leaves her as your lips trial against her hot skin. A grunt escapes you as her walls tighten around your cock and her grip on your shoulders tightens. The speed of your thrusts picks up and she lets out the kind of low moan that you've only ever dreamed of hearing from her. You lightly nip at her scent gland and another sound of pleasure escapes her.

   “Alpha!” she pants out, wrapping her legs around your waist, “Please make me yours!”

   You moan again, bringing the hand that was cupping her breast up to tangle in her hair as you hold her close, “You gonna make me yours too?”

   “Yes!” she pants, digging her nails into your shoulder blades, “Gonna make sure everyone can see my mark on you. Need them to know you're mine. All mine”

   You moan at her response and can feel your knot beginning to form, “ ‘m so close Natty. So close”

   “Me too deka(baby), please knot me. Please mark me.”  

    You nuzzle against her neck, eyeing the faded scar around her scent gland. Pride fills you as you know yours will replace his mark on her skin. Just as you bite into her gland your knot slips inside of her and she shakes with pleasure beneath you as you fill her with your seed.

   “Ooh yes! Fuck!” she shouts, cumming hard around your cock. 

   Your tongue diligently begins to clean her wound as she continues to ride out her orgasm and you're distinctly aware of the sound of her purrs filling the air. Her hands absentmindedly trail across your back. You pull yourself away from her neck in order to kiss her and she quickly reciprocates, letting you slide your tongue right into her waiting mouth.

    “Mine.” you growl out and she hums in agreement, “You did so good for me, my Omega. And you look so beautiful wearing my mark.”

   A dopey smile spreads across her face as her eyes meet yours, “Come ‘ere so I can give you mine”

   You eagerly comply, bringing your neck down to her level. She kisses along your gland before biting into the flesh and to her surprise your cock twitwes inside her, filling her even more as you moan out her name. She takes her time tending to her mark, making sure it's as clean as possible so it doesn't affect any of your injuries from the fight.

   “My Alpha” she whispers, letting you nuzzle against her once more, “I love you so much Y/n”

   Now it's your turn to smile, “Mmm, I love you too Natty.”

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[multific]

Run

Alpha!Logan x Omega!Reader

A/B/O Dynamics!

Warning: Smut

Part2

Summary: Too afraid to hurt you, Logan tries his best to keep his Alpha inside. That is until the glass shatters, and a very hungry Alpha is ready to come out.

You nearly fell as you ran quicker, or tried to. The woods weren't kind during the night.

And you also knew running didn't help, it only made things worse. A lot worse, but you didn't care.

You gave into your instincts, to help him. So he could let the Alpha out that was lurking inside, deep down. He tried to push it down, keep his inner beast hidden, but you knew he was struggling.

An Alpha inside him, his biology, something he couldn't hide yet he tried to.

Logan always had that in him. An Alpha ready to come out and claim his Omega.

And when Logan found you, after so many years of misery, he didn't want you to see what he can become. He didn't want to be that animal and force you into something you didn't want to do.

But today, his rut came unexpectedly. One moment he was fine, in the next his temperature was rising and his breathing got quick.

His mind was focusing on one thing and one thing only, to breed.

To breed and claim his Omega as his.

Logan always sent you away, every time his rut was near, he needed you gone, to keep you safe, so he wouldn't hurt you. While he was present during your heats to help you, he refused your help.

Not this time, this time, you ran to please him, you ran away so he could chase you and hunt you down.

You knew his inner beast will really like that, especially since you made sure to let him smell just how wet you were. 

He growled behind you, you heard him knock trees down as you ran. Then, you arrived at a river. This is where he caught up.

His eyes, different, his chest heaving, his shirt... missing somehow.

This wasn't Logan in front of you, this was the beast he kept hidden from you. And while you were a bit scared, you also knew he would never hurt you. So, you moved back a little, challenging him and he took the bait.

"Omega..." it was more like a warning.

"I-I need a bed. You can't take me here." you certainly didn't think that through when you ran away.

Even if you said he can't he certainly didn't care.

He was huge compared to you, something you really liked, it gave you the feeling that you were safe.

He didn't kiss you, and you didn't expect it from him, he made you face a tree and decided to take you against it.

But he most certainly did.

He got all of your clothes off along with his, he took you from behind until you couldn't stand any longer, then he switched as he put your back against the tree and rammed into you. You felt as the tree against your back started to really scratch your skin.

You couldn't help but moan louder with each thrust. He groaned his mouth left marks behind everywhere on your skin. While his healed quickly, yours certainly didn't.

It took him four more rounds to finally calm down a little. His cock never even left you.

He kept it inside, soft or hard which was really appreciated by your inner Omega.

You wanted this man so bad for so long, and now, that he finally claimed you during his rut, everything felt perfect.

Logan couldn't believe that he let himself go like this. He shouldn't have let this beast touch you, and yet there you were, wrapped around him in every possible way as he tried to calm his breathing.

Suddenly, he flinched away from you, he basically ripped himself out of you as you just stood there, naked, watching him.

"I'm sorry. I tried to control it but-" suddenly a breeze came and you shivered. How careless of him, how stupid was he? He not only did this to you, but now, you were cold and he didn't even take care of you. He quickly ran to you, holding you close to his warm chest, and he started heading back to his cabin.

Once inside, he made sure to run a warm shower before getting under.

He just held you, running his fingers up and down your back as he finally calmed down. He knew the best would be back for more very soon.

"You didn't hurt me. I did enjoy it as well, Logan. You would never hurt me, I know that."

"You were cold, I didn't take care of you, you wanted a bed... not a tree." you cupped his cheeks, making him look at you.

"I enjoyed every second of it. So stop blaming yourself."

You knew he wouldn't but you hoped at least it helped a little when you leaned up to kiss him.

"Do you think I got you pregnant?"

Children were something you never spoke of, so his question caught you off guard. 

"I'm not sure, but I'm still dripping you filled me up so much." he groaned. You could sense the Alpha coming to the surface again. "Was it your intention?"

"Not if you didn't want it." he said as his lips found your neck.

Honestly, you didn't know. You wanted to let it happen and if his seed took, you'd be happy to carry his child.

"You can." you said and he pulled away to look you in the eyes. "If you want to, James, you can I'd be happy to have a baby with you."

Again, you saw the switch in his eyes. You saw how he turned but this time, his face had a different desire.

"Breed you?" he asked as his vocabulary started to decrease.

"Breed me." you replied as this time he leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

You knew this will be a very long night.

Part2

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[bradshawsbaby]

for a Bradshaw drabble, maybe something about Mrs. B on her period? I get horribly awful cramps and they're wearing me out today and I'd love to see something about Bradley just snuggling with her in bed and bringing her snacks ❤️ manifesting a bradley for us all right now haha

(Aww, I feel you! I hope you feel better soon! ❤️)

It was your least favorite time of the month, and today was hitting you particularly hard.

Your cramps had been debilitating, to the point that you’d actually had to lay curled up in the fetal position on the couch with a heating pad wrapped around your stomach for over an hour. A hot bath helped a little bit, but discomfort continued to plague you throughout the day.

You also felt absolutely ravenous, but nothing seemed to satisfy you, not even your favorite snacks. Oreos? Ice cream? Pretzels? Starburst? You ate them all, sure, but they did nothing to satiate the hunger gnawing at you.

When Bradley called you on his way home from work, you could barely do more than groan into the phone, feeling exhausted and bloated and grumpy and weepy all at the same time.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound too good,” Bradley said gently, fully aware of how miserable your period had the power to make you. “Tough day, honey?”

“I’m just not feeling great right now,” you admitted, pressing your phone against your ear as you curled up in bed, wrapping your arm tightly across your stomach. “If you’re hungry, there’s leftovers in the fridge, but I didn’t have the energy to make anything new. I’m sorry,” you mumbled, wincing as another cramp seized you.

“Don’t apologize, honey. I’ll be home soon, okay? Just relax and take it easy,” he told you. “I love you.”

“Love you, too. See you in a little bit,” you replied, dropping your phone beside you on the bed and letting out a soft groan.

You were just starting to get worried about how long it was taking your husband to get home when you suddenly heard the front door of your apartment opening.

“Baby? I’m home,” Bradley called out to you, the sound of his heavy footsteps echoing in the front hall.

“I’m in the bedroom!” you called back, your cheek pressed against your pillow as you pulled your blanket up towards your chin, curling up miserably.

A moment later, Bradley appeared in the doorway of your room, his hands behind his back as he gazed at you softly. “Hi, honey,” he murmured, walking over towards the bed slowly.

“Hi,” you replied, smiling despite the pain you were currently experiencing. “What do you have there?” you asked, eyes crinkling in amusement as your husband tried to keep whatever he was holding hidden from view.

“I know you’re not feeling so hot right now, so I just wanted to pick up a couple things to make you feel better,” he grinned, bending down to press a warm kiss to your lips.

“Oh, yeah?” You sat up slowly, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Mhm,” Bradley nodded, chuckling at the little spark of intrigue in your eyes. He pulled one hand from behind his back, revealing a little tan-colored box that you recognized instantly.

Gasping in surprised delight, your gaze flew up to meet his smiling eyes. “Oh my gosh, you didn’t!” you exclaimed, eagerly taking the box out of his hands and flipping the lid open to reveal your favorite lemon raspberry cupcake from your favorite cafe, a few miles away from North Island. “Honey, you didn’t have to,” you told him, beaming as you looked back up at him once more.

“It was worth it just to see you smiling like that,” Bradley replied, winking as he stroked your cheek with gentle fingers.

“Are you still hiding something else back there?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as your gaze flickered to the arm he still had bent behind his back.

Laughing, Bradley nodded. “So impatient, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he teased, drawing his hand from behind his back to reveal a sweet little bouquet of yellow roses—your favorite.

“Bradley,” you breathed out, setting your cupcake aside so that you could accept the flowers with both hands, burying your nose in them and inhaling their sweet scent. “They’re so beautiful, honey.”

“Just like you,” Bradley murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling your cheek with his nose before pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered, wrapping an arm around him and hugging him tightly. “I feel better already.”

“I’m gonna put these in some water and get changed, and then I’m spending the rest of the night holding you in my arms,” he promised you, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I like that plan,” you grinned, resting back against your pillows as Bradley rose and took the roses out of your hand.

As promised, he returned a few moments later, having changed into a loose pair of sweatpants and bringing in the vase of flowers so that you could continue to admire them.

“I’m a spoiled girl indeed,” you laughed softly, snuggling against your husband’s chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“Nothing you don’t deserve, sweetheart,” Bradley told you, brushing your hair back from your face and peppering your cheeks, chin, and lips with kisses.

You fell asleep a couple hours later while some random TV show played in the background, comfortable, safe, and warm in your husband’s arms.

For as much as you hated this time of the month, you loved the way that Bradley loved you through it.

[moemoemammon]

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

[warmblanketwhump]

Love your writing! Could I request a scenario like this:

Person A and Person B are in a long distance relationship, and A is coming to visit B. By the time they get there, A isn’t feeling well, but tries to hide it since they rarely get to see B. And then B realizes and takes care of A

Have a great day!!

Thank you so much! Here you go! ☺️

The train screeches into the station and A stumbles off, wincing at the golden hour sunlight and scanning the crowd for B. Eventually, they spot B waving wildly in their direction, and B charges over and envelops them in a big bear hug.

“God, I’ve missed you,” B mumbles, burying their face in A’s shoulder. A returns the sentiment, ignoring how B’s hug aggravates the deep ache in their limbs. They’d woken that morning feeling sore and exhausted, but just chalked it up to being overtired from the busy week. Though that didn’t explain their sore throat, the pounding headache behind their eyes, or their inability to get warm during the train ride.

“There’s all sorts of different things we can do. I’ve been writing down ideas of some things I think you’d love. We probably can’t do all of them on this trip but we can certainly try…” B picks up A’s bag and goes on about a cool new restaurant, a park by their home, and several other hotspots downtown they could try during A’s long weekend with them. A tries to follow, but their vision is swirling and it’s hard to keep their balance.

“A? You with me?”

A blinks, shaking the fog from their vision. “Sorry, just spaced out for a second. Let’s try dinner at that place you mentioned.”

The first place they go is a beautiful rooftop restaurant, complete with string lights and soft jazz music. It’s the kind of place A would usually love - except they’re seated outside, and a cool breeze has picked up since the sun went down, sending shivers down their spine.

“You cold?” B asks with a frown as A wraps their arms around themselves and hunches their shoulders. “I can ask them to get us a spot out of the wind.”

A shakes their head - the place is packed, and they don’t want to cause a fuss. “I’m fine. Train car was cold on the way here.” Rubbing their arms, they scan the menu - they’re not particularly hungry, but they’re craving something that can warm them from the inside out and soothe their sore throat. When the waiter comes, they settle on soup and some hot tea.

After they both order, A and B start catching up on all that had happened since their last video call. A tries to stay engaged, but it’s so hard to think straight when all they can think of is how much the hard chair is making their cold bones ache, or how badly they want to curl up on the ground under the table and sleep. There’s also a buzzing sound in their head that won’t go away, and the string lights are suddenly too bright, their face is so hot, and B’s suddenly split in two…

“A? A!!” B’s panicked voice snaps them out of it, and A realizes they’ve nearly fully slumped over onto the table.

“Sorry, I…” They trail off, suddenly unable to find the words complete their sentence. They’re suddenly aware of feeling desperately cold all over, and the next breeze makes them shudder violently from head to toe.

“A, talk to me. What’s wrong?” B’s at their side next to their chair, kneeling down so they’re closer to A’s eye level.

A’s eyes just well up in tears, and a small sob escapes. Much as they tried to deny it, they’re sick. “B, I don’t feel good,” they whimper softly, voice cracking on the last word.

“Oh, love.” B immediately palms their forehead and feels their rising fever. Just then, the waiter arrives with their food.

“Excuse me. Would you be able to box that up and bring the check?” B smiles apologetically. “I think we may need a rain check for another night.”

The waiter nods in understanding and immediately scurries back, and A’s heart sinks. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” they moan softly, another shiver rippling down their spine.

“What? Why?” B immediately stands and sheds their own jacket, wrapping it around A.

“Because I thought…I thought I could just power through and feel better. And now I’m gonna ruin the whole weekend because we can’t do any of the fun things you want to do, and I…I…” the sobs and coughs choke them off, and B just pulls them into a hug.

“Shhhh. You’re okay. It’s okay.” B pulls back and thumbs away the tracks of tears on A’s flushed face. “You’re being silly, you know.”

“What?” B’s casual tone catches A off-guard - it’s not like them to disregard how they feel.

“A, the only thing I really want to do this weekend is see you. I want you to feel better, of course, and I love doing things with you. But you’re not ruining anything. You’re here, with me, and that’s all I need. And if our whole weekend is you curled up sick in my bed and me spoon feeding you medicine and watching terrible movies with you, then so be it.”

B’s words are so impossibly gentle, and their face is so earnest that A’s about to burst into tears again - but then the waiter returns with their boxed up food and the check. After leaving a generous tip, B helps A up, hoists A’s weekend bag over their shoulder, and guides them down to the street, insisting on hailing a cab against A’s weak protests that they can walk.

The protests prove to be a smokescreen, because once they’re in the car A collapses on B’s shoulder, and B wraps their arm around them and holds them close, gently rubbing their back.

“I wish I could see you more.” It’s a feverish yet honest admission from A - the days they were able to spend together were precious few, and they can’t shake the guilt of getting sick during them.

B squeezes their shoulders. “It’s only a little while longer. Just a few more months and you can move here for real.”

A nods. They’re counting down the days - a whole wall of sticky notes back in their room at home that decrease all too slowly.

“Wanna know the bright side of this?”

“Enlighten me,” A grumbles, huddling closer to B’s side, eyes scrunched closed.

“You could’ve been home, sick, all by yourself. Instead, you’re here with someone who knows all your favorites. Ginger tea, a quilt straight from the dryer, and someone to curl up next to and play with your hair.”

As much as A is determined to wallow, B has a point. “….fine. Thats the only good thing.” B just smiles and wraps their other arm around A. When they arrive home, B asks if A wants to take a shower first, but A shakes their head - they just want to go to bed.

A can barely keep their head up as B helps them change into their pajamas, shivering as their bare skin gets exposed to the cool air. Just as quickly, they’re back in a thermal shirt and a sweatshirt, and they stiffly collapse onto the mattress with a sigh and a sniffle, pulling the sheets up to their nose. B follows suit, pulling the quilt over them and adding an extra blanket on top for good measure.

“There. All snug. Do you want me to get you some tea? Or I could reheat your soup? Or-“

“Could you just…lay with me for a bit first?” A’s voice is soft, on the verge of pleading, and they’re suddenly aware of how much they really don’t want to be alone right now.

“Of course.” B slides onto the opposite side of the bed, wrapping their arms around A’s shoulders and pulling them to their chest, hand cradling the back of their head.

And despite feeling feverish and achy and pretty much miserable, A has to admit that if they had to be sick, this certainly isn’t the worst place to be.

[eclipixels]

Finding out and telling Kaneki you're preggo

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"You're leaving right now?" I yawned, still shaking off the dryness of the morning.

"Yup. See you in a bit." He responded tying the last knot on his shoe laces then lifting his head up to look at me. Oh those doe innocent precious eyes. Sigh

"Have fun learning about old dead people and words." I stretched my arms out towards him.

"I will and you better not forget to have fun at your doctor's appointment. They're gonna stick flashlights up your nose, ears and mouth." He smiled sheepishly leaning into my arms.

I felt the area around me sink as he rested his palms beside me, putting full support into them. A long kiss was shared between us ending with a soft and cute audible, "mwuah" from Kaneki.

And with a sweet kiss my lover dissipated out the cold door, leaving behind the warmth of our shared home and far-away from me.. but he'd return at like 4:00 PM or something.

I yawned once more, annoyed at the fact that yawning hurt my jaw and that I couldn't control it. After sitting there for a bit, I finally got up and got dressed. Soon after finishing my morning routine, I headed out to the doctors.

It was a regular check up with the whole sticking flashlights down your throat and nose along with the blood pressure machine thing. The last thing I had to do was pee in a cup.

I went in the bathroom, did my business and gave them back the pp cup. I waited inside my room for the doctor to return. I was about to text Kaneki checking up on him since he usually takes a break during this time but stopped as soon as the doctor came in. Finally.

"Well all your results seem great, there seems to be no problems. Vitals are all good, no sign of any health risks. Looks like you're healthy," He said nothing more or less than I expected. I was waiting for him to wrap it up so I could get home.

"Also, your labs came back and congratulations, you're 2 weeks pregnant Ms. L/n!" He finished.

Excuse me I'm what? 😃

"I'm pregnant?" I repeated.

"Yup, shows here you're exactly 2 weeks pregnant! Would you like us to help schedule you an appointment with your gynecologist for ultrasounds and pregnancy check ups?" The doctor asked politely.

"Uh no thank you, I'll do it when I get home." I spoke feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Alright then, you're all set! Just make sure to make your next appointment in y months." The doctor said and with that I made my way back home.

Fuck it's almost 4, Kaneki would be home any minute now. God, what do I do? Should I tell him yet or should I wait? Holy pickle salad, what if he doesn't want the baby? What will I do then?

"Y/N!! I'M HOME!!" Kaneki yelled with glee as he took off his shoes and quickly held me in a tight hug like a little child.

"How was your day?" I giggled in his arms.

"Same old routine oh and I got lunch with Hide at this really cool bakery. I would've brought some for you but I want to take you there myself so you could have it while It's still warm." He smiled, guiding me into our room so he could tell me more about his day.

Immediately he started changing into something more comfortable, a black t-shirt and dark grey shorts. He then sighed as he laid down on the matress, feeling his hand link with mine.

Just then, I suddenly felt really hungry. No, this isn't a pregnancy craving, I'm just a hungry bitch.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked noticing my troubled faced.

"Nothing, I'm just hungry." I muttered.

"Oh ok, I'll order some pizza then." He smiled, rushing out the door to find his phone. God damn he's so cute.

"Wait! I forgot to ask, do you want a side of garlic cheese bread too?" He stuck his head through the door with the phone held behind him.

"Of course I do!" I said in disbelief.

"Ok" He laughed at my expression before leaving the room. I think that laugh just impregnated me- oh wait, I already am pregnant. Oh, shit, that. I'm still in that dilemma.

"Ok, they'll deliver since I'm tired and don't wanna go out." He said as he sat next to me one again.

"Yay!" I lunged towards him in a hug, careful with my tummy though.

-

"So anything interesting you did today?" I asked taking a bite of the pizza.

"I don't think so. It was mundane. Nothing much happened except for what I told you" he yawned, drooping his eyes.

"You're tired though." I narrowed my eyes.

"It's probably just from working out." He accidentally slipped, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Working out?" I smirked.

"S-shut up" He blushed.

"There's nothing to be insecure about. Although I do love your feminine looking ass a lot, I wouldn't mind." I leaned closer to his ear before letting out a mischievous giggle.

"Stooooppp, now I don't even wanna do it anymore." He crossed his arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're making me feel embarrassed." He turned his head to the opposite side, attempting to avoid my stare.

"But.. I love your body. No matter the change." I smiled, snaking my hand under his shirt, gliding it over his smooth stomach.

"mm, keep doing that" He sighed leaning back. I then rested my head on his lap, tracing random shapes on his bare abdomen. He did have to run around campus a lot so I understand why he's tired.

"Why do you want to work out though?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"B-because I wanna be able to pick you up and stuff a-and you're always doing the hard work around here.. I want to help too! Ugh, this is so embarrassing." He held his head in his hands.

"No it's not."

"You stroke my ego too much. It's bad for me." He sighed.

"That's not the only thing I can stroke for you-" I was cut off by Kaneki's hand covering my mouth, muffling my words.

"Don't!" Kaneki said with widened eyes.

I only laughed and bit his palm for him to let go.

"Anyway, how was your day at the doctor's." Kaneki remembered to ask.

"Oh the doctors said I'm fine." I replied calmly.

"That's good" He leaned over to take another pizza slice, holding it above my mouth for me to eat. Kaneki then took a sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah and I'm pregnant too by the way— if that matters though." I said, purposely using a nonchalant tone as I took another bite of the pizza.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Ken shrieked as pepsi blew out his nose.

[obeymeluv]

“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)

Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.

Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!

No Luke. Luke is baby.

I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.

Lucifer

He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do

Proud boyfriend is proud

Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks

Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six

Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)

He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Lucifer.exe is broken

That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?

Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.

His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes

Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.

Mammon

He’s just happy he passed.

Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.

Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!

He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!

If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood

It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).

You both shout your good news at the same time.

His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?

Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!

Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!

“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.

No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.

It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!

Levi

If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.

Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!

HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?

He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.

Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.

Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”

You get The Noise

How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!

He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail

He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’

Satan

He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in

The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.

Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book

Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads

Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in

His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker

You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time

Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink

Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request

When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’

Naked butler happily provides his services

Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him

Asmo

The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience

His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him

Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous

You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive

Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking

“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”

You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’

Beel

Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food

Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!

He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways

Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.

Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.

The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team

Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him

He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!

You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!

But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!

You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds

Belphie

Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.

With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!

Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!

If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon

Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)

You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets

Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away

But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him. 

It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester

Diavolo

He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows

It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to

Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period

He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea

You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you

The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table

Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him

You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.

Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.

Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.

If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head. 

Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.

Barbatos

It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.

He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in

All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay? 

Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)

I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.

It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.

Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.

He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck

Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert

If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart

When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly

You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.

You do it.

You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.

“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”

He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.

You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions

You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.

“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.

Solomon

It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity

He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others

Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.

Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing

He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly

You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy

He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.

He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.

Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.

“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.

He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.

He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.

Simeon

Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom

That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right

He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.

He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more

You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on

Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand. 

Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?

He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!

So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend

“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”

He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts

“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”

Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are. 

Hope you liked it :)

[mrskodzuken]

Green Frilly Apron

pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader

genre: smut (domestic au)

wc: 0.7k

cw: 18+ MDNI; character/s aged up, househusband!Yuta, (kinda) dom!reader; m!receiving: cock slapping, nipple play, hand job, some ass spanking, implied blow job; slight dacryphilia; ‘love’, ‘darling’, and ‘good boy’ used as pet names; food mentioned. Lmk if I missed something 🙇🏻‍♀️

a/n: for @mitsuyaya, for accidentally feeding me with this spicy blurb about househusband!Yuta last night—I just continued it with both Yumi and Yuta, and how they portray Yuta in their writings, in mind. Also this is my writing debut for Jujutsu Kaisen, my first smut and overall writing post for the year 2022~ yay! 🤦🏻‍♀️😂 Thank you @osanoya for beta-reading this 🙇🏻‍♀️ *headpats* tagging @anime-central @hanayanetwork

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“What’s for dinner?” you breathily ask him in his ear, your hands still palming his slowly erected cock under the green frilly apron he wore.

Yuta grips both the wok handle and spatula a bit tighter, cheeks flushed red, his low pants and mewls mixing in with the sizzling sound of the rice he is frying at the moment. Your husband loses his voice to respond to your question for a moment, his mind too lost in the pleasure he’s feeling right now. He couldn’t help it that warm soft hands wrap around his entire length, slowly pumping him up and down. Your hot breath fanning his neck, your equally hot wet tongue giving it long stripes before sucking it with your soft lips, sending shivers down his spine.

Yuta doesn’t notice one of your hands trailing through his stomach up to his chest, giving his nipples light feathery touches. You pinch a pert nip firmly between your thumb and index finger, making him yelp back into consciousness, rolling it gently.

“Well? You haven’t answered my question, love.” You stop stroking his cock, your thumb focusing on the tip now leaking with pre. Your other hand gives attention to his other nipple.

“Nngh… w-we’re… we’re gonna have—fuck—gonna have fried rice and b-braised vegetables for… for dinner—ahh!” He let out a moan after you suddenly slap his cock, a delicious hiss escapes from his lips music to your ears. You slap his weeping hard-on again before you pull your hands away from Yuta, who whimpers from the sudden loss of your touch.

“Yummy…” You reach for the stove and turn off the knob, giggling as you knead one of Yuta’s butt cheeks with your free hand, cooing at how smooth and pliable his ass is.

A sharp stinging Smack! has your husband’s eyes widen in pain after you spank him twice in a row from behind; his pants and moans become louder and obscenely filling the whole kitchen. He turns his head behind him, glancing at you with a fucked-up expression on his face. Tears start to form from his dark-colored eyes, his mouth slightly agape to let his tongue lolling out. You know what Yuta wants and you start giving him an open-mouthed kiss, both your tongues playing and you swallow his sweet moans; your lips find purchase on his tongue and hungrily suck it, slurping it like what you will do with his cock later.

“I’m hungry, Yuta~ The fried rice sounds delicious, but I want you for dinner tonight,” you slur in his ear, nibbling his earlobe, as you pull away again from your heated kiss, a string of saliva connected in between; that statement alone sends his throbbing cock twitching like crazy. Your fingers then catch the knotted string behind his back and pull it slowly, untying his apron in the process.

“Be a good boy and turn around for me, please, Yuta darling?” Your husband oblige, averting his eyes away from your own and his large veiny hands covering his bulge beneath the apron. You tut in disapproval, your head shaking.

“Hands on both sides, love. Let me see my darling husband’s cock, please?” Lo and behold, a wet patch of pre-cum seeps through the large tent forming behind the green frilly apron Yuta is wearing. Your eyes sparkle at the pretty sight, making you moan and your tongue wet your bottom lip.

You gently prod the patch with your finger, rubbing the tip of his cock through the apron, watching his body twitch at the sensation. You then lick the pad of your finger and smile before kneeling in front of him.

“Lift your cute frilly apron for me, please, but don’t remove it! I want to eat you while you wear the apron.”

“O-okay.” Yuta reaches for the hem of his apron and lifts it up to his chest, his cock hard and fully erect and its weeping head an angry red tip. His abs are contracting and covered in a sheen film of sweat.

You trace a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, causing him to mewl softly. You giggle and start stroking it again before your lips place a gentle kiss on the tip.

“Itadakimasu.”

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[beauty-of-sins]

Unquenchable

Alpha!Natasha x Omega Fem! Reader

A/N:  Def not a reason why I choose this gif.  Enjoy lovelies, and have a good weekend. Made this sweet as a pre-apology for the rest of my writing. Pst also if you speak Russian slide in my dms PLEASE 

Warnings: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, Possessiveness  

Part One

Bruce said it would take time for your senses and instincts to return after you were forced into being Hydra’s science project. However, you didn't think they were that bad, that you couldn’t smell your wife’s rut coming.

It was Wanda who had told you, after she had sidestepped the hug that you were about to give her. You were confused and a little hurt, a pout beginning to form on your face. Wanda had smirked, giving you an all too knowing gaze.  

“Your Alpha needs you,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Go home, before she tears the compound apart looking for you.”

Oh. 

You turn on your heels, racing towards you and Nat’s little home in the compound, barely taking notice of the Alphas giving you a wide berth on your way there. 

You almost run into the door because of your shaky vision. Your eyes dilated and unfocused at the thought of Natasha finally claiming you again. 

The door opens suddenly, and immediately your vision was consumed by red. Strong arms pick you up and drag you into the room. The door slamming shut behind you with a finality that sends pleasure arching up through your spine.

Painted lips capture yours as you’re thrown against the front door, and you moan at the slight smokiness of her taste. Natasha quickly wins the fight for dominance, as the heat radiating from her body threatens to overwhelm you. Her hands lift up your skirt, gripping your ass harshly.  

“I should have never gone to that fucking mission,” she whispers once you finally break apart, allowing you to see how far gone she is. Her skin has broken out into a sweat that would only cool from your touch.

Her hips desperately roll into yours, and you gasp at the feeling of her erection rubbing perfectly against your center.  

“I should have reminded everyone who you belonged too.” 

Fuck. You love when Nat talks like that, when the both of you were at your base instincts and all you wanted was each other. You purr in pleasure at the familiar sensation of her weight against you. You reach down rubbing her length through her pants, unsurprised to find that it was already wet with pre-cum. 

Nat gasps into your fading mating gland as she thrusts roughly against your hand. You were greedy for her. Hell, it almost feels like you were starting to be in heat just from being around her. It had been too long, over a month since you’ve been taken, the forced separation taking its toll on the both of you.

She’s shaking hard, to the point her muscles seem like they are locking up.  She needs this. She needs you.  

Suddenly, Natasha bends down, lifting you further up against the door making her mouth level to your heat. Her fingers snap your panties over to the side, exposing your already soaked pussy. Your wife doesn’t waste any time, her lips wrapping around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, smirking when you arch into her hungry mouth.  Her tongue dives in between your folds, licking long swipes to get as much as you in her mouth as possible, and the sensation of her moaning at your taste made you jerk further into her mouth.  

“Nat,” You moan, head hitting the door violently as she devoured you. You had no idea how she was even breathing. Her face already covered in your juices, while her tongue circles around your clit. 

“Fuck, omega.” she says, her eyes shining, flecks of gold in her green eyes,  “I want to drown in you.”

Her tongue pushes into you suddenly, and you cry out as your orgasm splashes onto her face. She doesn’t stop either, even when your hands grab onto her hair.

“Stay right fucking there,” Nat mumbles into your folds. Her nails dig into your your panties sliding them off, and out of the corner of your eye you see one of her hands move out of your sight. “You taste so good.”

Her tongue laps at your entrance, cleaning up the mess you made. Your thighs lock around her head, holding her there. Natasha’s muffled laugh vibrates through your sensitive clit making your eyes roll back, before she nibbles lightly on your swollen lips. You curse, crying out her name. You couldn’t take much more of this. Natasha stands back up, running her tongue over her now shining canines. 

She pulls back, and you moan at the sight of your wetness dripping off her chin. You see her arm moving, and your eyes follow to see she is rubbing herself with your panties. 

The full sight of her makes your eyes water, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. You need her. Now. You feel like you’d die without your wife inside of you. 

“Take me now.” You say, licking at the corner of her mouth tasting yourself on her lips, replacing your soaked underwear with your hand.

“Please, Alpha.”  You keen, rubbing her cock before placing it against your soaked entrance, sending shockwaves through you both. “Knot me.”

Nat whimpers, as she wraps her arm around you, picking you up with all the gentleness in the world.  She kneels on the floor, keeping you in her lap as she gives you light nips on your mating gland. Her other hand steadies herself at your entrance, before she pauses.

“I love you,” she says, before she kisses you once more. 

You don't even get a chance to say it back, because she surges into you with enough force to make you fall out of her lap and onto the pillows below. You didn't even notice she made a nest right by the front door.  Your heart swells with love at the thought of her making one, before she would have rushed off to find you. Nat grabs your wrists, and holds them above your head. You are truly at your wife’s mercy. You’re about to fuck like animals, and you weren’t ashamed to admit you loved it. 

She starts at a slow pace, letting you get used to her again. You whimper as your body remembered how big she was, how easily she could ruin you. Time slows, as you look up at her, her hair sticking to the sweat on her face, eyes focused on nothing but you. Even through the lust in her eyes, the love shines there. Tears well up in your eyes, and she kisses them away as love pulses through your bond.  Here you feel cared for, washing away the dark memories of what had happened to you.

“I can’t hold back, Y/N.” The whisper of your name, making you squeeze around her tighter, and you watch her eyes flutter from the sensation. You run your hand along her tensed biceps, as she fought against herself to really take you. “I need-”

“It’s okay. I want you. All of you.”  You purr, trying to comfort her, wrapping your legs around her as tight as you can. 

“You can-

Your words were cut off with a gasp as she begins rutting you roughly against the floor, her own thighs becoming stained with your wetness, as she rammed into you over and over again. You scream in ecstasy, your hips bouncing back up from the force of her thrusts, as she reaches places deep inside of you.  You aren’t sure if you want her to stop or keep going. Your nails dig into her back, making her growl into the heated air, as you mark your territory.  Natasha kept muttering something into your neck, and it wasn’t until she angled herself again that you could hear what she was saying.

“Mine.” she was growling, over and over again as you cried out for her, because of her. You can feel her knot swelling against your entrance, hitting against your heat with every thrust. You whimper, anticipating the tight fit as you were already full with just her cock inside of you. 

“Nat,” you whine, and she leans down to kiss you, nipping at your lips until you can taste blood. Natasha’s breathing was getting more and more unstable, and your own orgasm was well on it’s way. Your heartbeat thuds in your chest as she leans down, her teeth wrapping around your mating bond, waiting for the perfect moment for her to bite down. You’re clenching down around her damn near after every thrust, and you know you aren’t going to last long. Her hand moves down to rub her knuckle into your clit,  her other hand gripping hard around your hip, preventing you from squirming, from running away from what’s yours. 

With force, she bites down right on your gland, washing away the slight pain that you felt from her knot sliding inside of you. You clench down around her draining her for all she’s worth and sending you hurtling to oblivion, stars coming to your eyes as you screamed loud enough that you’re sure the entire compound heard you. Her hips stutter forward a couple more times, as she loses herself inside of you, locking herself completely inside before she slumps over you. You’re both panting heavily by the time you both ride out your orgasms. Natasha licks gently at the fresh bond wound, as she holds you, making sure your neck rests safely on the pillow. 

Their is no one else you want to spend the future with. No one else you want to make love to you like this. “I’m yours,” Nat whispers, “All of me.” 

“Mine.” You whisper back while her hips start back up again. You lean forward and without warning bite down into her own gland, enjoying the way she cries out your name, the way her skin tastes under your tongue. 

You bite down long enough to make sure you sear her taste in your senses, deep in your memory. No one will tear her away from you again. 

They’d die trying. 

[somnambulants]

omg i think it’s considered a little bit of a pride mont hate crime that you don’t have MORE nat fics 🥺 so hehehe how about i request some pouty jealous!nat?

Notes: omg thank u! happy pride 💛 this went super off topic BUT i hope you still like it! jealous!nat is my new favorite thing. 

Summary: Natasha may have a little bit of jealous streak. You discover you don’t mind. Word count: 3.8K

You are not a jealous person.

That’s not to say that you aren’t prone to bouts of insecurity, you definitely are, and especially at the beginning of your relationship with Natasha. For the first few months after you’d begun dating, you’d been on edge the entire time; in a constant state of wondering, agonising, for the day she’d finally realise you weren’t good enough for her and up and leave.

Through all of that, you’d never given a lot of thought to whether your girlfriend is the jealous type. Mostly because Natasha is the most beautiful person you’d ever seen but also because it’s not like she would ever have a reason to be jealous; the minute you’d met, you had never so much as wanted to look at another person.

The thought never crossed your mind. It was laughable to you.

As unbelievable of an idea as it is, you’ve been together for just a few months when it slowly begins to dawn on you that you may not be the jealous type, but Natasha most definitely is.

--

In all – although admittedly, there weren’t a lot – of her relationships, Natasha has never cared enough to worry about being jealous over a significant other. 

This is why the visceral reaction she has to watching people flirt with you comes as such a surprise to her.

The first time it happens, you’d only just begun dating and were at one of the many events the avengers were required to attend. Still wanting to stay as low-key as possible, you’d both privately agreed to not spend the night attached to one another. 

Something Natasha is now beginning to regret. Immensely.

Currently, you’re across the room, talking to a woman Natasha vaguely recognises as a reporter and all she can focus on is the way the woman is looking at you. 

It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up because Natasha knows that look; has given you that look many times over the course of your relationship – a hungry, I want you right now, kind of look.

“Nat!”

Steve suddenly materialises beside her and the fact that she didn’t see him coming is evidence of how distracted she is. It makes her scowl even harder. Taking in her expression, he all of a sudden looks like he’s trying not to laugh as he follows her gaze to where you were standing. “You feeling okay? You’re looking a little…green.”

She resists the urge to kick him in the stomach. “Bite me, Rogers.”

He snickers and starts to say something else, but whatever it is, it’s lost on her as the sound of your voice across the room acts as a honing beacon and regains her attention immediately.

She watches, grip tightening around her drink, as you throw your head back, laughing at some joke the woman must’ve made. Seeing this as a green light, the woman leans in, brushing a lone piece of hair over your shoulder. 

It doesn’t matter that Natasha can see how your spine immediately straightens up, or how you step back to widen the gap between you and your admirer.It doesn’t matter that you very clearly don’t return the attention being given to you. 

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters because all Natasha can see and feel is red. If she had the ability to burn people with her eyes, that woman would have been incinerated on the spot. There wouldn’t even be tiny little dust particles left behind.

In the midst of her rage, she doesn’t even register the glass in her hand shattering until she’s covered in glass and red wine and there’s blood running down her wrist.

The sound of the glass breaking makes a good portion of the room’s occupants turn around to stare, you included. Instantly, you’re at her side, cradling her hand between your own.

“What happened?”

In its current state, Natasha’s brain seems to be lacking its usual quick thinking, and she just stares at you dumbly for a second until she spots the reporter you’d been talking to skulking in the background, watching with a petulant look on her face, evidently irritated by the interruption and the white-hot rage comes flooding back even more ferocious than before.

God, that insipid woman is lucky this event was specified no weapons allowed because if Natasha had a gun right now, she --

“--Natasha?”

You’re looking at her with worry in your eyes and as much as she’d love to go ‘accidentally’ push that woman off the edge of this very tall building’s balcony to a very certain death, she feels her insides soften into mush as they often do when you’re around.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Accident.”

It’s a flimsy excuse and one that wouldn’t fly on a normal day, especially not with you. She watches you purse your lips, giving her a doubtful look but you seem to make the decision to let it go as you lead her out of the room with the intent to find something to clean her up with.

--

You may not be a trained spy or even the most perceptive person on your best day, but you can still sense it when something is up – especially with Natasha. After the party, you’d had an inkling that maybe your girlfriend wasn’t telling you the whole truth and that something else was actually going on but after seeing the look in her eye, you hadn’t pushed her.

In spite of her unwillingness to share, a few weeks later your inkling is confirmed.

“I’ll order this time,” you yell over the loud music at the bar you were currently at. It was not your scene at all – or Natasha’s but Carol had recommended it on her last trip back to this earth and after a long, long week, you’d both agreed you deserved a night out, away from avengers’ duties and this is where you’d ended up.

Natasha gives you a nod and you stand, only having to wait at the bar for a few seconds before the bartender makes a b-line for you, ignoring the grumbles from the patrons that had been clearly waiting a lot longer than you.

“What can I get you?”

You recite Natasha’s drink, then your own and the bartender makes them with record speed. When you try to hand her the bill to pay, she waves her hand dismissively and gives you a grin. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t –“

The bartender, who you now realise is quite pretty, runs a finger along the back of your hand and gives you a wink that is definitely more flirty than friendly. “Believe me, it’s my pleasure.”

You sigh in defeat, giving her a smile in thanks and turn back around, making your way back to your table in the corner of the room where your girlfriend is still sitting but now with a face like thunder. 

To anyone else, Natasha would probably look neutral but to you – well, you can see the irritated look in her eye and the slight crease between her brows and you know she’s pissed.

In the future, you’d look back and want to slap yourself for not seeing it straight away but in the present it just makes you a little worried.

“Everything okay?” you ask, setting the drinks down on the table. You think about all the possibilities of what could’ve happened in the short time you’d been gone and try not to panic. “Did something –"

“No,” Natasha says and then seems to realise the sharpness in her voice because her face softens in apology. She leans over to give you a quick kiss and it makes you relax slightly. “Everything’s fine.”

Comprehension starts to trickle in when she scoots over so she can wrap an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, and when you follow her line of sight, you realise she’s glaring over your head at the bartender, who pales immediately and doesn’t so much as look in your direction again.

Oh, you feel your eyes widen as it finally hits you: oH.

You look down into your drink and try to hide your disbelieving smile as you finally understand: she’s jealous. 

If it were anyone else, you think you probably wouldn’t feel like this – would likely be outright irritated and a little offended at the behaviour -- but with Natasha you can’t help but find it kind of … cute.

A little giddily, you lean over to press a kiss to her jaw and feel her relax a little against you. “Wanna go after this one?”

Natasha’s face doesn’t change but you see a little shift in her eyes as she nods and pulls you in for another kiss, this one a little more heated – for your benefit or the bartenders, you don’t know, and don’t particularly mind either way as you let yourself get lost in it.

--

After that night, it becomes so apparent to you and you don’t know how you’d missed it all this time. It happens all the time. All. The. Time.

On the street, if someone so much as glances your way, she’s already staring back at them with an expression that would be terrifying even to you if she directed it your way.

At work one day one of the new recruits, a kid, really, comes up to you and asks you, voice trembling if you’d let him take you out someday and the next day Natasha knocks him on his ass so hard and so many times that you’re kind of surprised – and a little impressed—that the poor kid doesn’t quit right on the spot.

Even in your apartment building, one of your maybe-slightly too friendly neighbours gets similar treatment in the elevator one night when you and Natasha are returning to the building at the same time as her. 

Just as you enter the elevator, you hear the voice of your neighbour calling out.

“Hold the door!”

Panting, your neighbour enters the small space. “Thank you so much, I have had the worst, oh –” her eyes land on Natasha beside you and she looks at her with something you can’t quite place in her eyes. “Who’s your …friend?”

“Oh!” you exclaim and you know you must sound surprised. Was it not obvious from how Natasha was always here that you were dating? “This is Natasha. My girlfriend. Nat, this is Charlotte, my neighbour.”

You can see Natasha in the reflection of the elevator walls, so you see the smug self-satisfied look she gives your neighbour as she wraps an arm around you possessively.

So, yes while you notice it all now, you still don’t say anything because a small – and by small, you mean large, massive actually – part of you kind of likes it; likes the fact that the Natasha Romanoff, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life is somehow yours and even more unbelievably, somehow she thinks you’re worth getting worked up like that over.

--

At this point, you’ve been dating for over a year and somehow it must’ve slipped the memo to let all of the avengers know because somehow every time you’re at the office, it seems like a new person is finding out about your relationship. 

It’s really hard to keep up with everyone and their individual missions, which is how you find yourself in your current predicament.

“--ah, well-well,” a familiar voice calls out and you look up from the report you’d been studying. “If it isn’t the most attractive and coincidentally my favourite honorary avenger.”

In the doorway of your office, Sam is grinning at you in that playful, flirty but also joking kind of way that’s distinctly Sam Wilson. You grin back and stand to let him pull you into a hug.

“Did you just get back?” you ask, vaguely remembering him telling you he was going on a mission at least six months ago. You think it was in Istanbul, but you can’t quite remember the specifics. 

Sam pulls back and goes to open his mouth but doesn’t get the chance to speak as Natasha appears in the doorway.

“Samuel,” she drawls his name, eyeing his arm around you. She visibly brightens up when she looks at you, though. “Y/N”

You can’t see yourself, but you know your face must light up as your eyes land on her by the sudden realisation that crosses Sam’s face. The casual kiss she drops on your cheek comes as confirmation.

His mouth drops open as he looks between you both. “Oh damn, you two?” he asks, smiling genuinely. “Damn!”

To the naked eye, Natasha doesn’t seem amused by his revelation, but you know her well enough by now to be able to spot the glimmer of humour in her eyes. 

Sam, however, doesn’t seem to be adept at reading her as you are and so when she advances a little closer, his eyes widen and he immediately backs away.

“I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” he exclaims, hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry!”

The expression on Natasha’s face turns sinister in nature. You watch and try not to laugh at her theatrics, attempting to adopt a sympathetic expression when he desperately looks to you for help.

“Well,” Natasha says, faux-friendly. As she passes by him, she gives him what looks like a bone-shatteringly hard arm squeeze – if the pained expression on Sam’s face is any indication -- and comes to stand beside your desk. “Now you know, buddy.”

“That I do,” he says, backing up until he reaches the door. “Anyways, I gotta, uh –"

Not even finishing his sentence, he high-tails it out of the room so fast you barely see him leave. You turn to Natasha with a frown. She looks back at you innocently, but you catch the way her lip twitches a little bit before she breaks into a full blown smirk.

“You’re going to give someone have a heart attack one day, you know,” you say, half-serious. “I’m kind of surprised you haven’t already.”

Unbothered, Natasha shrugs and reaches out to tug you closer to her in order to kiss you, a little more intensely than you would normally allow at work. You melt into it with a sigh, smiling a little. 

Eventually, you have to pull away when you start to struggle to breathe and your head starts spinning. Natasha makes an unhappy sound, trying to follow, but you stand firm.

“Nope, you’ve got to go before I’m the one that has the heart attack.”

With a pout, she gives you one more kiss before she gives into your request.

--

You’ve never seen Natasha drunk before – hadn’t even thought she could get drunk but tonight she’s definitely wasted -- all thanks to Thor and whatever is in the mead he’d bought with him.

One thing you quickly realise about drunk Natasha is drunk Natasha also means confrontational Natasha.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about –”

Her and Tony are almost nose to nose at this point, about ten minutes into what was now a heated conversation, and you’re kind of wondering if either of them even knows what they’re arguing about. You don’t think so and by the looks on the other avengers faces, they seem to have as much of an idea as you do.

As Natasha and Tony continue to argue, you look to your left and the young waiter who’d been hovering by your table a little too attentively all night is immediately by your side. 

So Natasha can’t see you, you quickly mouth the word water to him and thankfully he seems to understand because he gives you a quick nod and then disappears, reappearing just as swiftly with a glass in his hand.

“Here, Miss –"

“No!” Ending her argument with Tony as abruptly as it began, Natasha jabs a finger at the waiter, who looks to you for help while she glares up at him balefully. 

The poor guy looks terrified, so you quickly intervene, touching Natasha’s knee to bring her attention back to you. It does the trick, but she seems to underestimate how close in proximity you already are and she ends up half in your lap to the delight of the other avengers in attendance, who all let out various different whistles.

“Mine,” she says childishly into the crook of your arm. You only just manage to pick it up so you know you must be the only person who heard her. With your help, she sits up a little and makes eye contact with you as she repeats herself, more seriously, as if you hadn’t understood the first time: “mine.”

“I – oh --okay,” you say, grabbing her hand as it starts to creep a little too low to be polite in your current company. “How about we get you home?”

After hurriedly saying your goodbyes, twenty minutes later you park in your driveway and begin the not-so-small feat of getting her inside.

“Damn,” you grunt a little under her weight as you help her up the stairs to your apartment. “What do they put into that Asgardian mead?”

You make a mental note to ask Thor about it and then promptly forget as you reach your front door and fumble around, looking for your keys. 

Even in her inebriated state, Natasha somehow pulls herself together enough to reach into your bag and pull them put for you so you can unlock the door.

Which she promptly falls through. You just manage to catch her before she hits the floor, and she leans against you, burying her face into your neck.

“Come on,” you order gently, softening as she groans into your skin. “Bed.”

“No.”

As if to emphasise the word, Natasha shakes her head, but to your surprise, she starts to make her way to your bedroom anyway. She’s still a little unsteady on her feet but nothing like you’d be if you’d drank as much as she had. If it were you, you would definitely have been comatose about seven shots and multiple hours ago.

“Alright, you get into bed,” you say. “And I’ll get you some water, okay?”

Natasha scowls. “No,” she says. You bite your lip to hold in your laugh at the petulance you hear in her voice, shadowing her to the bed, where she immediately sits down and attempts multiple times to take off her heels with little success.

“No?”

Finally having enough of watching her struggle, you lean down and undo the straps of her heels, gently pulling them off her feet. You watch as she flops back on the bed and then covers her face dramatically with a groan. “You don’t get it,” she says unsteadily.

“I don’t get what?”

“You’re mine,” she repeats her earlier words, uncovering her eyes to look at you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Am I now?”

You thought you’d managed to cover your amusement pretty well until you see the glare she shoots you that says she can see it loud and clear. After a beat of silence it becomes clear she’s not going to say anything else.

With difficulty, you slowly manage to get her into a sitting position and help her out of her dress, pulling the covers up around her and retrieving a glass of water that you place on her nightstand so she can drink it in the morning.

You then change yourself and go the bathroom to remove what makeup you’d had on. To your surprise, she’s still awake when you emerge, half-propped up against the headboard and looking at you with bleary, unfocused eyes. It makes your heart turn to mush immediately and you get into bed beside her as quickly as your feet allow.

She immediately curls up into you and you wrap an arm around her, pulling her as close to you as humanly possible. 

“I am yours, just so you know.”

There’s a second of silence where you start to think that maybe she’s fallen asleep, until she shifts against you to meet your gaze, looking a little more alert and coherent but still out of it.

“Good,” she says softly.

The next morning, you wake before Natasha and slip out of bed to make her coffee and to find some pain killers, having a gut feeling she’ll probably need them. Your feeling turns out to be right. When you re-enter the bedroom, she’s laying face-down but clearly awake by the muffled groaning you can hear coming from her.

“Whys’it so bright,” she mumbles into the mattress as you approach the bed, turning her head ever so slightly so she can meet your eyes. You grin down at her.

“Ah, it awakens.”

She scowls up at you and you laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek as you slide back into bed, careful not to jostle her too much. She leans her head against your leg, slowly sipping the glass of water you’d left for her last night before reaching for the coffee on the nightstand.

You fall into a comfortable silence; you running your hand through her hair as she drinks her coffee, humming contentedly.

“How are you feeling –"

“I don’t like it when people look at you,” she interrupts suddenly, staring down into her coffee mug and sounding uncharacteristically nervous. You freeze but since she’s not looking at you, she doesn’t seem to notice. “But it’s not because of anything you do. I just don’t … like it.”

“Okay?” you hedge cautiously, not really understanding.

“I���m sorry if it bothers you,” she says. “Me. Being like that. I didn’t know I was even the type to –"

“It doesn’t bother me.”

At your quick interjection, she looks at you for the first time and whatever she sees on your face makes her smile faintly. “It doesn’t?”

You bite your lip. “Not at all.”

She mirrors you, now smirking. “Oh.”

After this, it starts to become a game: one you feel like you win every time.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Honey, I’m Home

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: You’re not a normally an affectionate person but when Tom comes home from filming, you can’t keep your hands off him. He happily accepts your cuddles and fluff ensues

thank you to the anon who requested this! I deleted it on accident 

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“Honey, I’m home.”

“Honey, you’re home.” You ran into the room when you heard Tom’s announcement and threw your arms around Him. He stumbled back in surprise as he dropped his suitcase, not used to you showing affection. He wrapping his arms around your waist as you coiled your legs around his torso to keep yourself up, all while pressing kisses along his cheek. You pulled away briefly before grinning and pulling him into a long, well awaited kiss. It lingered much longer than usual before you pulled away, staying in his arms as your feet touched the ground again.

“Hi, darling.” He spoke softly as he rubbed your back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” You said as you took in his scent. “Never leave again.”

“I missed you most.” He smiled fondly, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I seriously doubt it.” You chuckled out of the corner of your mouth. Tom noticed you were still holding on to him and flushed a little. You’d hadn’t been dating very long, just a few months, but he was already well aware that you were not a very affectionate person. You were never cold to him, you just weren’t as into cuddling and touching as he was.

“What have you done today?” He asked you, keeping his arms firmly around your body.

“I’ve waited for you to come home.” You laughed. “And that’s about it.”

“Aw.” He grinned. “I’ve been counting down the minutes until I got to see you again.”

“Me too.” You leaned up on your tip toes to rub your nose against his. “Take me with you next time, okay?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” He smiled and pulled you in to a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” You pouted as Tom began to walk away, feeling the urge to follow after him.

“The bathroom.” He told you, and you relaxed. “I’ve been in the car for four hours.”

“Oh.” You laughed lightly. “Right.”

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead before going to the bathroom. You sighed once he left and wheeled his suitcase into the bedroom, finding him washing his hands at the kitchen sink when you returned.

“There you are.” You came behind him and kissed his shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” He touched a hand to his stomach. “Do we have any food in the refrigerator?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged coyly. “Take a look.”

Tom gave you a knowing look before opening the refrigerator.

“Oh My God.” He looked at you over his shoulder. “You angel. You got the ingredients for a roast chicken.”

“Not just any roast chicken.” You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s that weird one you like with the apples on it. I was gonna make it for when you got home but I figured we could do it together.”

“You’re a genius.” He turned around and kisses both your cheeks. That’s why I love you.”

“I aim to please.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him. You let it linger longer than usual, but he wasn’t complaining.

“This is going to be so good.” Tom grinned once he pulled away. “I’ll start peeling the apples. Could you get started on the seasoning?”

“You got it.” You kissed him again before getting the chicken out of the refrigerator.

Tom went to the kitchen counter and began to wash and peel a few apples. After a few minutes, he felt your arms around his waist as your head rested on his shoulder.

“Hi.” You greeted as you kissed his shoulder a few times. Tom smiled to himself as he looked at you.

“Hey.” He said softly. “How’s the seasoning going?”

“All done. The chicken is marinating in it now.” You told him before peppering kisses along his shoulders and up his neck.

“Feels good, baby.” He mumbled as he stopped peeling the apples. He wiped his hands off on a paper towel and rested them on on top of yours.

“Well you’re doing such a wonderful job peeling those apples.” You giggled before kissing behind his ear.

“They’re almost done.” He told you. “What’s next?”

“We have to make the rice.” You said as you walked over to the cabinet.

“But we don’t eat rice.” He smiled, knowing what was coming.

“We eat quinoa.” You finished his thought as you handed him the quinoa. Tom chuckled as he took the quinoa and poured it into a pot.

“Hey.” You said suddenly, walking over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I missed you. I missed seeing your face everyday.”

“I missed you too, love. It’s not a good day for me unless my eyes meet yours.” He rested his forehead against yours as you scratched his scalp with your nails.

“Who knew you were such a poet?”

“Being away from you really put me in touch with my inner tortured artist. In other words, I cried every night.” He joked, making you laugh.

“Never leave me again.” You sighed as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You swayed together in the kitchen for a moment, just staying in each other’s embrace.

“Not planning on it. I think you’re stuck with me forever, actually.” Tom told you as he kissed the top of your head.

“Sounds good to me.” You pressed a kiss to his neck just as your timer went off.

“Chickens ready to go in the oven.” You sighed and reluctantly pulled out of his embrace.

“I’ll put it in.” He offered. “How long?”

“30 minutes.” You answered.

“Okay.” Tom slid the chicken in the oven and shut the door. “I’m gonna unpack a little.”

“By unpack do you mean throw all your clothes in the hamper?” You raised on eyebrow at him as you squeezed his hand.

“Yes I do.” He pulled you by the hand into his body and gave you another kiss before retreating to the bedroom. You watched him leave before going to set the table, smiling widely when he came back into the kitchen.

“Hi honey.” You greeted as you set two plates on the table. “Did you unpack?”

“Yes. I’ll help you with the laundry tomorrow.” Tom promised, going to the oven to get the chicken out.

“Thank you.” You said as you set the drinks out. “I just want to sleep in and have a lazy day.”

“Trust me. Once I get in that bed with you I’m not leaving for a week.” Tom clicked his tongue as he pulled your chair out for you.

“Dirty boy.” You gasped as you sat down. Once you were both seated, you rubbed your foot against his leg just to keep contact.

“I meant for cuddles.” He whined, face flushing. “You’re very cuddly today.”

“Why thank you.” You gave him a poised smile while serving him some chicken.

“I’m not used to it.” He continued, trying to get an answer as to why you were especially clingy. “I know I’m a lover of snuggles and whatnot but you usually react like a cat being touched.”

“Aw. Just what every girl likes to hear.” You replied sarcastically as you held his hand on the table.

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed your hand apologetically. “It’s a nice change.”

“Well I missed you.” You shrugged. “I didn’t get to touch you for two weeks. I’ve been building it up, you know?”

“I know the feeling. And the chicken was amazing.” Tom said as he wiped his face with his napkin. “Thank you so much for getting the stuff.”

“Of course. You work so hard. I wanted you to have a nice meal.” Your told him as you collected your plates. You kissed the top of his head before putting the dishes in the sink.

“I appreciate it.” He said as he turned around in his seat. “And I appreciate you putting my favorite sheets on the bed. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You walked over to him and draped your arms around his shoulder as you bent over.

“I’ll put the comforter in the dryer before we go to bed so it’s nice and toasty.” You whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek several times.

“How did I get so lucky?” He craned his neck to look at you fondly.

“I ask myself that everyday.” You kissed his neck and patted his shoulder before continuing to clean off the table.

“I’m gonna shower real quick.” Tom told you as he put the cups in the sink. “I feel gross form traveling all day.”

“Okay.” You frowned a little upon hearing he was going to be leaving again. Before he walked away, you tugged on his shirt and kissed him. He chuckled against your lips when he pulled away and let out a sigh.

“You really missed me, huh?” He teased.

“You have no idea.” You sighed. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” He promised as he left for the bathroom. He showered quickly, also feeling the tug at his heartstrings from being away from you. He dried off and got dressed as fast as he could before taking a seat in the living room.

“Hey.” Tom smiled up at you when you padded into the room. You climbed into his lap and curled up against his body, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to stay in place.

“Hey.” You snuggled into his chest and took in a whiff. “You smell good.”

“Thank you.” He chuckled and rubbed your back in circles.

“Did you clean behind your ears?” You teased as you looked up at him.

“I did.”

“Good.” You looked down again and held him tighter. “They’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Hey.” He pretended to be offended, smiling when he felt your body shake with laughter.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you toyed with the strings of his sweat pants. “Just teasing.”

“Are you okay?” Tom asked finally. As much as he appreciated all your affection, it was very out of character for you.

“Yeah.” You assured him. “Just missed you, is all.”

“You’re never this affectionate.” He pointed out. “Is something bothering you?”

“No.” You said and took your head off his shoulder. “Sorry. I’ll stop.”

“No!” Tom practically shouted and pulled you right back. “I like it. I love it, actually.”

He bent down to press kisses all over your face, a giggle emitted from your lips each time he did. Once your laughter died down, you looked up at him and stroked his cheek.

“Does it bother you that I’m not an affectionate person?” You whispered as you traces his freckles with your fingernail.

“I mean, I’d love to be doing this all day every day, but I want you to be comfortable. That’s more important to me than anything else.” He told you. “My love language is touch but yours isn’t, and I’m okay with that.”

You smiled fondly at him and sat up a little so your faces were close.

“Tommy?” You asked softly.

“Yes?” He matched your tone.

“This was the first time you were away, and it made me realize something.”

“What’s that?” He tilted his head as the setting sun lit up his eyes.

“I love you.” You smiled shyly as you told him. “And I don’t like being apart from you.”

“Aw, darling.” He put his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb softly against your face. “I love you too.”

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[desired-victim]

Helloo! I wanted to request hisoka with corruption kink. Just write however you want to lolol i dont mind any freaky🏃

Ha *wipes sweat off forehead* I hope this hard work pays off. I put every ounce of effort in writing this 😮‍💨. I didn’t do any bullet points on this one but it does have about four thousand words! Please ignore the possible grammar mistakes, I do have trouble writing dialogue. I worked on yours all night long and I’m exhausted. My fingers sure are. I kept your request deeply in mind. You can see poor, little (Y/N)’s innocence melt right off her like ice cream ;). Anyway, here’s your request, my love 💕

I wanted to honor the divine feminine so you will see my appreciation for the female body below 👇

💕TW: The content below contains: degradation, domination kink, submission kink, dub con, threat of forced anal intercourse, pure smut, corruption kink, possible bad grammar, loss of virginity, dirty talk, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, corruption of innocence, Oh, and Hisoka is a TW itself.

Enjoy…

He’s tall.

God, he is so tall. Such long, strong legs - slender yet thick with muscle. Despite being erotically pleasant, his legs weren’t the best part of him. The best part of him was what your eyes followed. From his shins, to his knees, to his thighs, to his hips, to that beautifully sculpted torso of his, to his neck, and then you reached his eyes.

Those eyes. Those sharp, golden eyes of his.

His eyes unsettled most people. It was as though they could pierce your very soul, and see how weak and worthless you truly are. He's a predator - always keen, always aware, and always watching for a reason for you to be his next target.

Hisoka… how did you get those eyes?

She wondered how she caught his attention. He was the type of man to overlook girls like her. A blushing, doe eyed dolt, who could barely speak to strangers without stuttering a storm.

Why? Why would someone like Hisoka find her worthy of even being near him? Of being in his bed, of being by his side, of being between his legs. He is so very special, and I'm…

“My Little Slice, you look delightful when your down there~”

His voice shook her out of her thoughts. She looked at his teasing gaze and meekly lowered her sight to his lips. There, she saw them curl up into a grin. She tensed up and covered her naked chest with her arms. Just then, she realized how unbelievably exposed she was to his scrutiny.

“Oh, nervous now~,” he laughed out, sitting up from the headboard and closer to her face, “isn’t that sweet…”

More red than ever, she turned her face from Hisoka and leaned back. Instead of letting her move away, his hand wrapped around her wrist and thrusted her towards him. She yelped out as her cheek pressed against his hard chest, her face embarrassingly hotter than his cool skin. His chest rumbled as he let out a chuckle.

She put her hands against his chest and attempted to pull away, but his arm wrapped itself around her. She struggled to shove herself away and her efforts were all for nothing; he hadn’t moved an inch.

Perhaps it was foolish to pursue a 200th floor fighter. Where was her older brother to protect her now? He had lectured her beforehand about the dangerous people here and she laughed him off and teased him about being some sort of guard dog. Now, she needed him more than ever. She had never been in a situation like this before.

“No boys allowed, Y/N!” he usually shouted out, a vein practically popping out of his forehead. It almost seemed like he loved saying that as it was repeated over and over throughout her life.

All she wanted to do was explore a place she never ventured to. To seek the thrill that felt so curious and good, yet hidden like the inside of a flower that hasn't bloomed yet. A buzzing heartbeat that formed when she laid alone at night and gently ran her fingers up her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers.

Please help me, B/N…

Her struggles came to an end as she huffed, breathlessly. Hisoka’s hand trailed down her shoulders to her waist and to her hips. His hand was met with the pleasant plumpness of her bottom. She squeaked out in shock as his hand roughly squeezed her ass and kneaded it like dough. A loud crack reverated across the room as he slapped it, leaving a red blur behind. She gasped and her face converted into an embarrassed cringe. Frustrated tears pricked in her eyes as her fingernails dug deeply into his skin.

Once again, she attempted to wiggle away. Instead of his arm wrapping around her shoulders once again, she was swept over and under him. He was hovering over her and there was no way to escape. Her previous attempts at fighting back were a failure, and she no longer wanted to fight, only to flee.

Her eyes shot out towards Hisoka’s face only to find him smiling down at her. His warm breath fanning her face and his hips between her thighs.

The glint in his eyes shook her to the core. His facial expression was teasing and playful, but his eyes told a completely different story. She’s seen that look on his face before. The same expression on his face as he killed his opponents. He looked like an apex predator who was about to break the neck of his prey with his jaws.

“You’ve never been fucked before, haven’t you?” he asked, his finger trailing down her cheek, rubbing off a tear she hadn’t noticed fell.

Her face scrunched up at his vulgar language.

“No, I’ve never been f-“ she paused, hesitating before quickly spitting out, “no, ive never been f… fucked before.” Another tear came out of her eye. She never cursed - She wasn’t allowed to.

Hisoka giggled, his smile twisting even further. He looked down at her precious expression and felt his arousal rise.

“You're utterly adorable, you know that? I almost feel a little bad about this. Almost. But you wanted to play, and don’t be a spoiled brat when the other player is better at the game than you.” He mocked, his sardonic gaze on her. It made her want to shrink into the mattress and never come out.

“Now, now,” he said, sitting up, “I’ll make it as comfortable as I can.”

He spread her thighs and examined her high waisted shorts. He grabbed the zipper at the top and unzipped it. Down and down it went, until her underwear was revealed to him.

“After all, the first cut into the cake has to be perfect.”

Her shorts were suddenly off her and on the ground. She was only in her underwear now, more exposed than ever. Most naked she’d been since that time she went to the beach. She’d gotten sunburnt that day. At least then she had a top, now her whole body was on display to him.

Hisoka hummed as he tugged his own bottoms off, revealing the thick length of his cock. His cock looked magnificent combined with the rest of his body. That sexy v-cut of his looked like two arrows directing me to look at his big dick, so large it almost dangled under its own weight. It held its own though, refusing to droop over.

How is that thing going to fit inside of me? she thought.

He spread her legs wide open and examined the thin material of her underwear as the form of her vulva showed through. The flimsy material was practically invisible.

Hisoka’s big hands grabbed her behind her knees, pushing her legs up while also spreading them even further. The bed squeaked out as Hisoka crawled on his knees over to her, placing himself over her.

Hisoka’s claws clenched themselves around her legs, indenting the soft flesh, “You have such a soft, innocent face,” he said, his face hovering over menacingly. “But I know a hungry little whore lies beneath the surface… let me feed that little whore~❤️.”

Hisoka let go of one of her legs and let it fall against the bed. Her loose leg was between his two thighs and her other leg was still being held. The top half of her body was still on the bed. Hisoka’s strength was maintained as he carried half of her body weight into the air.

He’s so strong… of course he is, that’s to be expected of a top floor fighter.

The bed let out a groan as Hisoka pushed himself onto her covered cunt, rubbing his dick between her labia majora. His cock stroked the sensitive heat over and over again, he could feel her hotness tightening and then softening as her pussy throbbed to the beat of her heartbeat. The head of his cock stroked her hard clit over and over again, the little bump riddled with sensitive nerves. Her underwear was sopping as her pussy leaked out sweet nectar. The tip of Hisoka’s cock was also leaking with precum, mixing in with her own sweetness and creating an erotic cocktail.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop - I want to cum so bad. Please let me cum, please!”

Hisoka let out a breathy laugh. “If you want to cum so bad, you need to beg for it. Only good girls get to cum. Are you a good girl~?”

“Yes! I’m a good girl! I’m your good girl, Hisoka!”

“Aw, you're so cute when you beg. But I don’t think you're a good girl. No, I think you're a naughty, little slut. Little sluts only get to cum when they're being fucked.”

The sensitive head of Hisoka’s cock pulsated with pleasure as he rubbed it against the soaked underwear. If he kept doing it, he was going to cum way too fast. He couldn’t let that happen. Not before he stretched her virgin pussy with his cock. He’d be damned if he let himself orgasm before biting into her innocence.

His nails dug into her thigh as he pushed himself further into her, making sure there wasn’t an inch of space between their heats. He was going to blow and If he didn’t stop, he wasn’t gonna see that shocked expression of hers when came in her for the first time. The longer he waited, the better.

(Y/N)’s pussy clenched and her breathing sped up. She was going to cum.

I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to-

Hisoka pulled back.

“No!” She yelled, kicking her leg in frustration. She let out another yell as her leg didn’t even move an inch in Hisoka’s grip. His grip was too strong. There was no way she could force her way to freedom.

“I was so close!” she shouted, a tear threatening to fall from her eyes. “Why did you stop! I felt so good!”

Hisoka threw his head back and let out a loud, sadistic laugh.

“Haha, you're so cute when you're feisty! I’m glad I’m the first who gets to fuck you.”

He let go of her leg after getting over his giggling attack. She found herself embarrassed as she blew out strings of her own hair out of her own mouth.

As she was pulling strings of hair out of her mouth, she was suddenly pulled back onto the bed by Hisoka’s hands around her hips. She gulped as she saw Hisoka’s face hovering over her crotch.

The part of her underwear that directly covered over her cunt was a darker shade than the rest of her underwear from when they grounded against each other like animals in heat.

She watched nervously as he adjusted his position. She let out a whole body shiver as both of his thumbs opened her lips like a little book.

Hisoka licked the side of her cunt - not directly stimulating her but gently teasing her. While not directly pleasuring her, the motion relaxed her from her last intense session. A little between-the-main-courses snack, if you will.

She sat up on her elbows and watched as Hisoka lapped at both sides of her lips. She felt a swell of affection begin to grow in her chest as she watched Hisoka’s cheek press itself onto the inside of her thigh. She realized how bold she’s gotten since they began to play with each other. In such a short while, Hisoka had corrupted her - denting that once-perfect surface with his perverted nature. To think ten minutes ago she was so shy she could barely even curse. In such a short time, she’d cursed more than she had in a year. A pang of guilt filled her as she thought about how her older brother would react. But he wasn’t here, and he never had to know.

In her own thoughts, she didn’t notice Hisoka’s face twist into a mischievous smile. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt his tongue on her covered asshole.

“Hisoka!” She shouted out.

How can someone be so vulgar?

“Oh, I’m sorry, my Little Slice~. I just love it when your sweet, angelic face turns into one of horror. It turn me on so badly~❤️”

Hisoka only smiled and slid his tongue upwards towards her pussy. He pushed the tip of his tongue against the entrance of her vagina and wiggled it there. If it wasn’t for her underwear, his tongue would have been inside her pussy.

The nerves around her hole were ablaze and her legs were shaking - with fear, excitement or pleasure? Perhaps all three, she did not know. All she wanted was to be pounded by him; she didn’t care how big and thick he was (from what she saw earlier, his cock had to be as thick as her forearm). Though she was unexperienced and naive to the acts of sex, this feeling was primal and indispensable. She needed it, she needed it like a runner needs water.

His tongue dragged itself from her entrance to her clit.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned out and spread her legs wider without an ounce of shame.

It was overwhelming in the best way possible. It was the most electrifying thing she’d ever experienced and she never wanted it to end. She wanted to be there forever - in that limbo of titillation and erotic reality that was unlike anything she could recreate with her imagination.

Hisoka rapidly moved his tongue against her clit. She squealed out loud and attempted to move her hips but his hands grabbed her hips and pushed them to the bed and continued to flick her covered clit with his tongue.

She lifted herself up to her elbows and looked down at him. A hint of fear aroused in her as she made direct eye contact with him. She was so caught up in her own pleasure she didn’t realize how deeply she was looking into his eyes.

As she continued to lock her eyes with his, her pussy began to relax, getting ready to tighten and cum on his tongue. Her heavy breathing paused and she caught that expression in her eyes.

Then her panties were ripped in half and her bare cunt was revealed to him. In a split second, his entire tongue was inside of her.

She screamed as her virgin cunny squeezed itself around his long, wicked tongue. Hisoka laughed out and wiggled his tongue - messaging and caressing her inner walls as she cummed.

The wetness of her aroused cunt seeped out and dripped down to her asshole, to which Hisoka slurped up and continued his assault on her cunny again. He did this over and over again until I couldn’t handle it anymore. My hands tried to push him away but he didn’t even budge. It wasn’t until my legs began to kick out in panic did he pull away.

“Ah, ah,” she panted, body completely limp. Hisoka observed her body. Her soft stomach was gleaming with sweat and the inside of her thighs were also gleaming.

“You might be the sweetest candy I’ve had since I first tried Bungee Gum all those years ago. I knew the moment I popped it into my mouth it would never leave me, marking me with its sweet syrupy taste just like a Scarlet Letter. Would it be a bold thing to say that you're just like Bungee Gum? You get so pink when you're played with. The pink on your cheeks is almost the same shade as my favorite snack.”

Hisoka let out a sudden dramatic sigh that startled (Y/N) for a second. “Unfortunately, the company who used to make Bungee Gum went bankrupt so now I have to search far and wide just to get a taste. Luckily for me, something similar is always nearby for me to stretch and pull at.”

He paused, looking directly into (Y/N)’s eyes with his own yellow ones. “You are, my sweet little slice~”

Hisoka grabbed her ankles and slapped her legs together. The loud smack of her thighs' sudden connection reverated across the room.

Hisoka wrapped his big hand over both of her ankles and grabbed his cock, stroking back the foreskin to reveal the pink, sensitive tip and a pearl of precum forming. He placed the tip of his cock on her clit, rubbing it in little circles before sliding it down her slit until it reached her entrance at the very bottom. He felt tempted to slip it into her ass before deciding it wasn’t worth the screeching. Even though he could easily cover her mouth and sodomize her tight little ass, he couldn’t just jump into completely breaking her; It would be a better idea to slowly lower her into the fire. A slow burn would be ten times more satisfying.

Putting both of my legs onto one side of his shoulders, he used his weight to push his entire cock into her pussy until his ballsack was resting against her ass.

She hissed through her teeth and threw her head back. She was filled with his cock. So full. So, so full.

She was bursting with new sensations. A new type of pain, a new type of pleasure. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt yet so primal and familiar. It was an instinct she never realized she had.

Bending over her with her legs still on her shoulder, Hisoka connected their lips for the first time that night. She could taste her own saltiness on his lips. It wasn’t the type of kiss she’d seen on romance shows (the ones her brother decided were appropriate enough to watch). No, this kiss was the complete opposite of those. This kiss was rough, unlike anything else.

She felt a burst of bravery as she slipped her tongue out and shyly lapped at his bottom lip. Hisoka let out a sardonic chuckle.

“Feeling brave now, are we?”

(Y/N) yelped as Hisoka slid his entire tongue inside her mouth, licking every corner of her mouth. Nothing was left untouched.

After completely violating her mouth with his tongue, Hisoka pulled away, smiling down at her.

“Are you ready?” He whispered. (Y/N) let out a shuddering breath and nodded. She braced herself by meekly grabbing onto the shoulder that didn’t have her legs with one hand, the other gripping onto the sheets.

Hisoka pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained in her, then he slammed into her with great strength. Her breath completely left her body with the slam of his hips. His hips smashing against her buttocks made a filthy sound that made her want to cum. The plop, plop sound that her pussy was also doing things to her.

Hisoka grunted with every hard thrust. She fit him just like a glove. It was almost like she was made for him. While the male penis did not have as many nerve endings as female genitals, a man can augment his sensations and cause it to heighten by being caressed just right. By holding her against himself, fucking her in a salacious dance, the more sensation builds up in his penis just like when a woman’s clitoris is tapped just so…

The friction of his cock pulling on her inner walls before being pushed inside once again left (Y/N) in a concoction of emotions. First, complete and utter pleasure. As he slammed his cock into her, dopamine bursted in her mind like an explosion of drugs. Second, regret. If her brother ever found out, how would he react to his own little sister getting fucked by the murderous Magician, Hisoka? She knew he’d feel like all his work to keep her safe were a waste of time and energy. Like all those years of pampering and protecting went right down the drain. She couldn’t let him find out. And thirdly, a rebellious energy. She was tired of being locked down by her own innocence. She wanted to explore the world. There had to be more to this world than just what she knew. There had to be.

From head to toe, she felt a symphony of pleasure as she came. Her toes clenched until they cramped. But she didn’t care, the pleasure outweighed the pain. Her fingers dug into his shoulder. She was sure there would be a five fingered mark there the next day. It would be a reminder of his clawed reach and her deflowering.

She screeched out as Hisoka went faster, overwhelming her. She hadn’t even gotten over her orgasm before he began to thrust into her twice as hard. She could feel his cock rub itself against the entrance of her womb.

It was primal to push into her beautiful, soft female body and pull back, only to push himself back. He could feel himself building up the height of his pleasure. The more he pumped, the higher the tower built, just ready to topple over and leave a big mess.

He looked at her closer than ever. Watching as her breast bounced and her lips glowed from their mixed saliva. He saw her eyes as she looked up at him, red from crying in complete pleasure. Her appearance increased his desire to come.

“Ahhhh,” he moaned out, feeling his orgasm in his very bones. It was a sensation he was familiar with. After defeating a powerful enemy, he sometimes glowed with the aftertaste of their fight and his victory. This was very similar - yet so different. More intimate, of course. His prey was still alive and he was still inside their body.

(Y/N) closed her eyes in bliss as Hisoka’s cum finally rested inside of her. Her breathing slowed down and the blush on her cheeks faded into softer shades of pink. The sun was coming down. Its orange tones highlighted her sweaty body like a canvas. It almost seemed like she was a freshly painted portrait. Divine Feminine tamed at last.

Both of them laid on their backs, observing the plain ceiling. It was relaxing to lay down after such an exhausting task. All she wanted to do was shut her eyes and rest.

Rest, rest, rest…

My brother! His fight is over!

(Y/N) shot up from the bed, practically tripping over herself as she gathered her things - putting them on. She didn’t even notice her bra was inside-out. More shockingly, she didn’t even notice cum was dripping down her legs.

Hisoka watched amusingly from the sidelines at her scattering around the room.

(Y/N) scanned the room for one final time. She groaned as she saw her wet panties on the bed, right next to Hisoka. She jumped onto the bed and reached for her underwear. As she pulled back, Hisoka grabbed her wrist.

“Tell me, (Y/N), how would your older brother react to hearing about how I ruined his little sister's innocence? How I fucked her and she enjoyed every second of it? I bet he’d try to kill me~.”

(Y/N)’s mouth opened and closed, not a single word leaving her starstruck mouth. Her body was paralyzed with fear. She forgot who she was dealing with in her panic.

“What's the matter? You want to keep our little secret just between us two? Fine. However, come to my room tomorrow at the same time you did today and we’ll have some more fun. If not…”

She didn’t need to ask - She knew. She imagined the consequences in her mind, thinking about the outcome of her moment of weakness.

Hisoka wasn’t done with her; this was just the appetizer.

—-

“Hey, (Y/N), where were you during my fight? I didn’t see you in the crowd at all.”

“Oh, I was just getting some snacks.”

“Ah, alright. Next time just tell me beforehand. I wouldn’t want a stranger taking advantage of my little sister. Right, sis?”

“Haha, yeah…”

[luxaofhesperides]

stealing clothes

college au ft. domestic joongdok. i am so predictable.

also on ao3.

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Kim Dokja is extremely lucky to have Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate. Not just because Yoo Joonghyuk is the campus heartthrob and Kim Dokja is the one who gets to see him everyday, and not because Yoo Joonghyuk is the perfect house husband, cleaning and cooking because he banned Kim Dokja from doing both. 

While both those things are nice, the best part about having Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate is stealing his shirts. 

Not to do anything weird! They’re just… comfortable.

He even got permission! For the first few, at least. 

It all starts because Yoo Joonghyuk was going to throw out perfectly good shirts that have been worn and washed enough to become soft, the type of softness that even the most high quality shirts can’t capture. They weren’t dirty, or torn, just old. So Kim Dokja protests this and tries to get Yoo Joonghyuk to keep them, only for him to scowl and throw the shirts at him.

“You keep them then,” he said, then left. And Kim Dokja did. 

He’s well aware that wearing his hot roommate’s shirts might be (is) weird, so he only wears them on long nights when he needs some extra comfort to get him through his last assignments, or when Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t home. He never wears them when Yoo Joonghyuk might see. He’d rather die. 

And because his wonderful roommate is out for the night, no doubt at a party celebrating his latest gaming tournament win, Kim Dokja is settled in for a long night of reading, curled up on the couch in one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s old shirts. It’s long enough to reach down past his thighs, so he doesn’t bother wearing pants, and a blanket over his shoulders helps with the chill his exposed collarbones bring. 

The apartment is quiet, most people out or sleeping, and the latest update of his favorite web novel is a long one. And should he get hungry, there’s dinner in the fridge, courtesy of Yoo Joonghyuk who is very determined to get Kim Dokja eating more regularly. 

It’s been too long since he was able to be so relaxed and comfortable. No urgent deadlines, no projects to stress about, no tests in the near future hanging over his head like a guillotine. 

He’s so comfortable that halfway through the chapter he’s reading, Kim Dokja begins nodding off. The living room is gradually getting darker as the sun begins to set, and he sees no reason why he shouldn’t take a nap; his sleep schedule is fucked anyways, a little rest won’t hurt him at all.

The sound of the door opening rouses him. 

Distantly, Kim Dokja hears a lock click and a heavy sigh, but half-awake, he can’t be sure if it’s real or part of a dream. 

He opens sleep-heavy eyes to a dark living room; he must have been sleeping for a few hours, long enough for the sun to fully set and the moon to shine brightly. His entire body feels heavy and slow. 

Slowly, Kim Dokja sits up, the blanket falling off his shoulders to pool around his hips. He stretches his arms up above his head, arching his spine a bit, drawing out the stretch as he shakes off the last of his nap. 

Behind him, someone chokes. 

Startled, Kim Dokja drops his arms and turns to see Yoo Joonghyuk standing in front of the hallway, staring at him with wide eyes. He’s… shirtless. Kim Dokja quickly looks away. 

“When did you get back?” he asks, trying to break the strange tension that suddenly fills the apartment.

Yoo Joonghyuk is silent for a few moments before Kim Dokja hears him step closer. “Just a few minutes ago. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. Is it late?”

The light turns on suddenly and Kim Dokja winces, blinking to clear the spots from his vision. 

“It’s only nine.” 

Huh. He wasn’t asleep for too long then. He feels the couch dip and looks up to see Yoo Joonghyuk sitting right next to him instead of anywhere else on their rather large couch. He’s staring at Kim Dokja’s chest, which makes him shift uncomfortably. 

He glances down to see what has Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention. There’s no stains or anything…

Then his heart stops for a solid minute. He’s wearing Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirt. And Yoo Joonghyuk knows it’s his old shirt because it’s way too big for Kim Dokja! 

Please don’t bring it up, Kim Dokja mentally begs, trying to send the plea into Yoo Joonghyuk’s head. 

“Isn’t that one of my old shirts?” he asks. Telepathy has failed. Kim Dokja changes to Plan B which is Fake His Death And Start A New Life. 

“Uh. Yeah. You gave it to me,” Kim Dokja answers, hoping Yoo Joonghyuk won’t think he’s weird and kick him out. He’s not willing to give up the best roommate he’s ever had! He just can’t go back to living with the worst people in existence, who treat him horribly and steal his things. He just can’t. 

“I’ve never seen you wear them,” Yoo Joonghyuk says instead of demanding that Kim Dokja move out. 

“I don’t wear them often.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes dart farther down. “You’re also not wearing pants.”

Kim Dokja pulls the blanket over his legs and tries to pretend Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t just say that. “Well, you’re not wearing a shirt! You’re only wearing…” he trails off, finally letting himself look at Yoo Joonghyuk. Those sweatpants look familiar. They look just like the ones he thought he lost months ago. “...Isn’t that mine?”

“...Our laundry must have gotten mixed up.”

That’s a lie. Yoo Joonghyuk is not one to mix up their laundry. They’ve never accidentally taken each other’s clothes. 

Kim Dokja smiles and Yoo Joonghyuk looks away, his ears turning red. “Joonghyuk-ah,” he says sweetly in a way that Yoo Joonghyuk knows is a threat.

“I don’t see why I can’t have some of your clothes if you have mine.”

“My clothes don’t fit you! And besides, isn’t it strange for us to be sharing clothes?”

“No. You should wear my clothes more often. You look good in them.”

Kim Dokja has no response to that. He freezes, then ducks his head, trying to hide his quickly warming cheeks. 

Yoo Joonghyuk, the bastard that he is, doesn’t let Kim Dokja hide. He wraps an arm around Kim Dokja’s waist and pulls him closer, hard enough to send him falling against his side. “Stop being so shy and wear my shirts while I’m around.”

“Shut up. Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?”

“I got bored and left early. I prefer being here with you.”

“Don’t think sweet talking is going to make me forget about you stealing my sweatpants.”

“Oh?” Yoo Joonghyuk runs a large hand down Kim Dokja’s spine, making him shiver. “What should I do then?”

“Nothing!” Kim Dokja hits his chest, but makes no moves to put any space between them. He is not going to be thinking about why. “Anyways, aren’t you tired? You should go to sleep since you spent hours at that tournament. Congratulations on another win, by the way.”

Smiling, Yoo Joonghyuk leans closer, forcing Kim Dokja to bend back a bit, putting more of his weight on Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm. “You were watching?”

“I always watch when you compete. What’s the point of having a popular gamer for a roommate if I can’t brag about him?”

Without another word, Yoo Joonghyuk collapses on top of him, crushing him against the couch.

“Hey!” Kim Dokja flails, then smacks Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. “What’s that for!”

“You’re right, I am tired.”

“Then go to bed!” 

Yoo Joonghyuk tightens his grip on Kim Dokja’s waist, then nuzzles into his neck. The feeling of his hair brushing against his neck makes Kim Dokja shiver, not quite tickling him but just enough to have the sensation send sparks down his spine. 

He sighs softly, and feeling it against his skin brings a deep blush to Kim Dokja’s cheeks. “I’d prefer to stay here for the night,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. Kim Dokja grumbles about being squished beneath the heavy weight of his body, but ultimately decides to indulge himself and stay. 

They stay like that, sleeping on the couch, all through the night. They both wake with stiff necks in the morning, but Kim Dokja doesn’t mind at all when it lets him stay in Yoo Joonghyuk’s embrace a little longer.

Things change after that. 

Kim Dokja wouldn’t call them friends, per se. Not before That Night. Roommates, yes. Acquaintances who get along well, yes. Friends? No. 

But now, he’s not too sure what to call their relationship. They live together so they have to spend some time together, but school keeps them both busy and Kim Dokja often spends his time at the library with Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah while Yoo Joonghyuk streams and goes to tournaments. 

It’s more accurate to say they exist in the same space, than to say that they spend time together. 

They get along well enough, which is why they’ve renewed their lease together for another year, but somehow, after That Night Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly… sticky.

He’s constantly making food for them. More so than before. He asks for Kim Dokja’s preferences instead of just silently handing him a plate?

Kim Dokja stares at the box of pasta in his hands. He doesn’t understand why he’s grocery shopping with Yoo Joonghyuk, but he’s gone with it for too long and can’t ask any questions now.

“Did you want pasta?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks, appearing behind him without warning. Kim Dokja jumps a little, then glares at him, annoyed by how amused he looks.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I can just buy instant noodles.”

Scowling, Yoo Joonghyuk grabs the box of pasta from his hands and adds it to the cart. “Absolutely not. I’ll make noodles for you later.”

“You can make noodles from scratch?”

“It’s not hard.”

Kim Dokja would marry Yoo Joonghyuk right that very second if asked. He also doesn’t understand why Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly spoiling him, but he’s not going to question a good thing. He’s going to get as much as he can out of this, because who knows when it will end?

So he bumps his hip against Yoo Joonghyuk’s with a smile as they walk down the aisle, and asks, “Can we get ice cream?”

Yoo Joonghyuk does not answer for a long minute, then glances at Kim Dokja’s hopeful expression and sighs. “Fine.”

He really is getting spoiled.

Kim Dokja fully intends to use this knowledge for evil.

Another thing that’s changed: clothes. 

Since Kim Dokja didn’t complain enough about his sweatpants being stolen before he fell asleep, Yoo Joonghyuk decided he could just take Kim Dokja’s most comfortable sweatpants and wear them whenever he wants. So what if he looks really good! They’re still Kim Dokja’s and he will hold this grudge for as long as he needs to. 

He intends to steal more of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts as revenge, except he doesn’t need to steal anything. Because Yoo Joonghyuk just leaves his shirts in Kim Dokja’s room. So he wears them and tries not to get flustered when Yoo Joonghyuk stares at him each time he walks out of his room wearing something Yoo Joonghyuk left him. 

It’s a losing battle.

On the bright side, he no longer has to hide it. It’s still embarrassing, but he’s getting more and more used to lounging in the living room in Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts. 

The hungry look Yoo Joonghyuk gives him is also nice to see. 

Kim Dokja may be the king of denial, but even he can’t lie to himself with how obvious Yoo Joonghyuk is being. Nor can he pretend that he isn’t doing this for that exact reason, or spending more time at the apartment to be with him. 

They’re both pushing in little ways, but it’s not enough for him to be willing to push their relationship out of the cloud of ambiguity its currently in. 

Before he knows it, half his closet is Yoo Joonghyuk’s clothes, and he has to go to Yoo Joonghyuk’s room to grab a pair of sweatpants to study in because all of them got stolen. The rude bastard really has no shame. 

“Why don’t we just keep our clothes in the same room?” Yoo Joonghyuk suggests after Kim Dokja complains to him about this. 

“Whose room?”

“Mine. Just take all your things into my room. I’ll make space for you.”

And so Kim Dokja suddenly finds himself sharing a room with Yoo Joonghyuk. And then sharing a bed. And then waking up with him to his absurdly early alarm. 

They’re not dating, and he says as much to Han Sooyoung when talking about this; she just rolls her eyes and calls him and idiot for not realizing what’s going on. 

She has absolutely no room to talk, being in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Yoo Sangah instead of just asking her out on a date like normal people would. 

They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja leans into him when they watch a movie together after rejecting a party invite. They’re not dating, but Yoo Joonghyuk kisses his cheek each morning before he gets up to make breakfast. They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja will settle into Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap while wearing nothing but one of his shirts to finish a reading for one of his classes. 

They’re not dating, but he certainly wants to. 

However, Kim Dokja would sooner pass away then actually talk about his feelings, so he bottles it up, greedily hoards all the affection he gets from Yoo Joonghyuk, and hopes he makes his move soon because Kim Dokja is starting to get impatient.

In the meantime, he’ll steal another shirt and pretend he didn’t do it on purpose just to get Yoo Joonghyuk to look at him. 

[frogtanii]

the party was in full swing when you entered, kuroo right on your heels.

scanning the room, you spotted an already drunk hinata, grinding on some guy with piss colored hair. you heaved out a sigh and moved towards the pair before you were stopped by the loud and boisterous host.

“yn!!! you came!!” bokuto yelled, his massive arms surrounding you and lifting you off the ground, your short business blazer dress riding up on your thighs.

“put me down!” your harsh squeal pierced through the sound of the heavy bass as your fists hit your friends’ muscular back. the sound of kuroo’s chuckle reached your ears and you turned to shoot him a glare.

bokuto laughed and gently placed you back on the ground before helping you pull your dress back in place. “where’d you come from? you’re dressed like somebody’s mom,” he shouted over the sound of WAP that was playing throughout the house. you rolled your eyes at him, standing on your tiptoes to see around his broad shoulders searching for hinata but he was gone.

another sigh escaped from your lips as you turned your attention back to bokuto’s pouting face. “can i get a drink?” you asked, resigned. he nodded, an understanding look gracing his angular face. a calloused hand enveloped yours as he led you to the kitchen where akaashi was mixing drinks.

“‘sup keiji,” tetsu’s baritone voice startled you as his arm reached over to grab a drink from akaashi’s hand. he gave you a sly smirk before handing you a drink as well. his long fingers brushed against yours in a way that had to be intentional. you pulled your hand back as a wave of heat enveloped your face.

the drink you were given was downed in a few seconds flat earning you concerned looks from your friends. you ignored them in favor of taking another cup and turning back towards the party.

[e/c] eyes drifted over the crowd before they landed on a pair of familiar emerald ones. it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over you, your back stiffening and your heart filling with dread.

kuroo noticed your change in behavior and placed a hand on your shoulder. “babe what’s wrong?” his voice was quiet in your ear and you repressed the urge to shudder. “he’s here.”

now it was your turn to notice kuroo tense, his body straightening up to his full height to observe the crowd. sure enough, a head of chocolate brown hair was weaving through the throngs of people until it was standing right in front of the kitchen.

tension spread through the area as your male friends eyed the newcomer. yoshio was clearly already inebriated, his speech slurred and stance unsteady.

you unconsciously leaned back into kuroo’s warmth, the hand on your shoulder moving to grip your waist and pull you closer to him. it would’ve felt nice, if not for the horrifying image of your ex standing before you.

“h-hey yn,” yoshio hiccuped as he stumbled closer to you. kuroo’s grip on you tightened.

“what do you want.” out of the corner of your eye, you could see bokuto getting closer to the three of you, looking oddly serious in comparison to his usual disposition.

yoshio laughed disarmingly, sending a chill down your spine. “i-i’m not doing anything s-silly! i just w-wanted to say hello!”

you weren’t buying it and neither were any of your friends.

“i think you should go,” kuroo bit out, his voice harsher than you’d ever heard before. your ex giggled but it quickly died down as his eyes trailed between the two of you before fixating on kuroo’s hand on your hip.

his glassy eyes bore holes into you, his eyebrows furrowing as though he was extremely upset about something. “y-you two,” yoshio started, his voice clearly disturbed. “you’re together!”

you felt your eyes widen as you went to correct him but kuroo stopped you with another squeeze to your waist. “and?” he raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, his feline eyes glaring harshly at your ex.

yoshio shook his head, a disbelieving smile overtaking his sunken features. “n-no, you’re just trying to m-make me jealous. and b-boy is it working. why d-don’t you just come h-home with me and put that loud mouth t-to use.”

you felt your blood boil at his words and once again, you were stopped from speaking but this time, it wasn’t with a gentle pinch to your side.

it was with a kiss.

warm, soft lips enveloped yours and through your surprised haze, you just barely registered the feeling of arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you closer to the warm body of... kuroo?

holy shit.

kuroo was kissing you and you weren’t hating it. at all.

a tongue — which you could now identify as that of your childhood friend turned enemy turned friend again’s — swiped across your bottom lip to gain access to the wet cavern of your mouth.

without thinking, you allowed it, a soft moan emerging into the kiss as his tongue tangled with yours. before you knew what was happening, you were pressed against a pillar in the kitchen with your hands in his black bed head and your legs wrapped around his waist.

the kiss was hungry and sloppy, teeth clashing and in the midst of it all, you felt something hard press against your hip.

suddenly, you were shocked out of your lust. you pushed yourself out of kuroo’s arms, not missing the look of hurt that flashed across his face. you tried your best to give him an apologetic smile but it came across more of an uncomfortable grimace before turning and running out of the apartment.

kuroo let out an exhale and leant back against the island, a finger running over his kiss swollen lips.

“what the fuck.”

© promiscuous boy ;)

what the fuck

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an: OMG THEY KISSED KGDDJJKR things r heating up in the kurooyn department — what do y’all think, don’t forget to feed me ;) also sorry if the written portion is shit lmao i tried :,) big ol ty to the loml @leivapats for beta-ing hehe <3

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