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Distracting- Kento Nanami x Reader

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating and Warnings: SMUT(18+, Minors DNI), C*ckwarming, "good girl" as praise/pet name

A/N: First Nanami brainrot post of 2023 (one of many to come, I'm sure)! Here is a very short (like ~2500 words, shortest thing I've written haha) little drabble for our beloved salaryman-turned-sorcerer Nanami. What paperwork is he looking at? Feel free to use your imagination. Either way, he could certainly use some help with it. Or rather, some help distracting him from it ;)

"Hmm," Kento hums, breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he leans in close, "You're squirming, love."

You can't help it, shifting restlessly on Nanami's lap, his hardened cock buried deep inside you, pressing relentlessly on your sweet spot. Heat blooms across your cheeks, rippling through your body, making you wondrously lightheaded. The feeling of being pressed against him, enveloping him, and being enveloped by him, is utterly divine. It's overwhelming in an agonizingly delicious sort of way. But still, you can't help fidgeting with the insistent pressure of Kento's dick sheathed within you.

"Be a good girl and sit still," he purrs, his hand gripping your thigh, fingers kneading their way up to the supple flesh of your ass, "Let me finish my work and then, I promise, I'll reward you."

With this gentle admonishment, you try your best to stop wriggling, attempting desperately to focus on Kento's other hand (the one flipping through documents) and not the one planted firmly on your backside. You find it rather difficult, though, when he reaches around to tickle the insides of your thighs, ghosting his fingers along your heat.

You involuntarily rock against his hips, causing him to grip the edge of his desk so tight, his knuckles almost turn white. The sound of a husky grunt reverberating through Kento's chest is pure music to your ears.

"You're a cheeky thing, aren't you?" he chuckles, drawing a breathy sigh from your lips when he snakes his free hand up towards your bare breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. The pad of his thumb circles the pert bud of your nipple and it takes everything in your power not to roll your hips.

"You're cruel, Kento," you whine, pouting at him in an inane attempt to get him to do something. Anything, for goodness sake. But he's always so focused on the task at hand, it's almost impossible to distract him. You know he won't break.

Maybe you should just give in to your desire. You can't take this much longer, so you lean back, resting against Kento's chest, one hand reaching down to your heat. You start to rub slow circles around your clit, anything to relieve some of the tension. You're so slick already, so close.

You're ready for Kento to scold you once again, to tell you you'll have to wait longer since you're not following his directions. He ceases his massaging and grasps your wrist, stopping you from trying to relieve yourself. Kento smirks, that tiny, subtle smirk that brings you to your knees, and his next words surprise you.

"I suppose I could take a break," he muses aloud, more to himself than to you. His cheeks are flushed pink, his body hot, and eyes dark with arousal. Unbreakable Nanami, resolve crumbling at your tiny mewls and attempts to pleasure yourself. He lays his lips against your neck, littering kisses up and down it, along your shoulders, and under your ear. However, before you can start grinding against him, he grips your hips firmly.

"But when we're done, we'll have to pick up right where we left off," Kento whispers, turning your face towards his with a finger underneath your chin. You gaze into his deep brown eyes, a mischief glimmering in them that only you get to be privy to. You raise an eyebrow at the man, giving him an impish beam.

"If that's your attempt at a threat, it's doing quite the opposite, my darling," you return. Kento swallows your twittering laughter when he crashes his lips to yours, smiling against you between sloppy, hungry kisses.

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2500 Follower Celebration: Missed You - Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @witches-unruly-heart @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @chavez-ashley

To your surprise both Mike and Terry pick you up at the airport. Mike’s hands are clasped in front of him looking stoic and Terry’s standing beside him with a grin on his face and a sign that has your name on it with a heart in the corner. It’s clear from the sheer amount of glitter decorating the cardboard that at least one of his nieces had a hand in it.

You can’t help but smile at the both of them, your lovers, each so different in their expressions of love. Mike wraps his arm around your shoulders, his lips brushing over your temple. You can feel the restraint underneath the tension of his muscles, he’s not one for PDA but you can tell he’s missed you from the small sigh that emits from chest as he lingers in your presence. Terry already has hold of your suitcase, his fingers linked with yours, sign tucked under his arm as it trails behind him.

You sit in the passenger seat of the car, Terry taking up residence in the back. Mike’s hand comes to rest upon your knee, his thumb smoothing over the indentation as he glances at you. His dark eyes are filled with raw heat as he squeezes your thigh lightly. He’s silent on the drive home, concentrating on the road. Terry fills you in on everything you’ve missed over the past few weeks, antics in the squad room, stupid shit that perps have been up to. His voice is soothing, you can sense the tension ebbing out oF your shoulders as you listen to the relaxing lilt.

In the bedroom Terry gives the two of you some space. Instead of joining you on the bed he retreats to the chair in the corner as he watches Mike undress you slowly. He knows Mike needs this, needs to readjust to you being back here with them. He hates his own behaviour, the fact he couldn’t say goodbye before you left. He still finds it tough to be vulnerable, to love someone else, two someones. He’s been starved of affection his entire life, so sometimes he finds it overwhelming. He’s quiet, there’s a tension in his muscles as looks down at you. There’s a lot he isn’t saying, and he doesn’t have to. You see the uncertainty in him, and you chase away all of his doubts as you cup his cheek, your thumb trailing over the stubble of his jawline.

“I missed you.” You tell him before kissing his mouth.

That simple action cracks open the floodgates.

Terry watches. There’s something so sensual, so beautiful about the two of you together. Mike’s hands roving over your skin, hearing that sweet deviant noise as he explores you with teasing fingers and an eager mouth. Terry’s cock is already in his hand when Mike goes down on you, his thumb sweeping over the bead of precum that ebbs from the head. He thrusts into his palm, stroking his cock slowly as he watches Mike’s tongue caress your clit. Terry fucking moans at the sight, he can’t help it. Seeing the two of you together is erotic, Mike’s strength and your softness, there’s something about the duplicity of it that fucking resonates inside of him.

Mike changes tactic, instead angling you to face Terry. Your back presses against his bare chest, the ink of his tattoos against your skin. His fingers trail down across your stomach before his heated fingertips settle on your clit, tracing small circles over that sensitive bud. His eyes are on Terry as he kisses the curve of your throat, that sinful smile tipping up at the edges of his lips.

“You gonna join us pretty boy?” He asks in that rough way of his. “Or are you just gonna sit there and watch.”

Terry smiles as he removes his clothes, shedding each layer slowly. The two of you watch with bated breath because Terry Bruno, with all of his firm muscle and scars, is something beautiful. He kneels on the bed in front of you, cradling your face in between his palms, lips brushing over yours as Mike enters you slowly from behind. You moan against his lips, eyelashes fluttering and it’s the most beautiful thing that Terry’s ever seen.

“Baby.” He whispers into the corner of your mouth. “Do you know how much we’ve missed you?”

Mike’s hands come to rest on your hips, holding you steady. He stays buried inside of you, his head dipping low, his lips grazing your ear.

“Show him.” He tells you, his voice hoarse as you clench around his dick.

Your eyes are bright and wild, your skin flushed as your fingers wrap around Terry’s cock, pumping in firm, loving strokes. He moans out loud at the sensation, it’s been too long since the three of you have been together like this and Terry savours it.

“He’s missed you just as much as I have.” Mike murmurs, his teeth grazing over the curve of your shoulder as he begins to move in slow, languid thrusts. “He’s just better at hiding it.”

“Is that true Terry?” You ask him, your free hand running through his hair and gripping it in your fist. You tug his head back, baring his throat, your teeth grazing that delicate little spot just under the curve of his jaw. “Have you been missing me?”

“Everyday.” He breathes, as your lips trace over the marks that Mike has left upon his shoulder. The thought of the two of them together, hands roving over firm muscles, fingertips trailing over ink, it does something for you. Terry’s hands guide yours to his hips, placing your fingers over the fingerprint bruising that resides there. The marks that Mike has left in their passion. Mike’s hand threads through your hair as he hits that sweet spot.

“Why don’t you show Terry how much you missed him?” Mike suggests, guiding your head down towards Terry’s cock.

You moan as he fills your mouth, the salty taste of him on your tongue as you take him deep. Terry cries out at the sensation, thrusting up into your mouth as Mike’s palm rests on the back of your neck as he fucks you.

You’d almost forgotten how good it felt to be with the two of them like this. You feel full, wanted, loved. The pleasure it builds in you, the ecstasy erupting through your synapses like a wildfire. You climax hard, your cunt gripping Mike’s cock as Terry spills himself into your mouth. Mike surrenders almost unwillingly to his own euphoria, his hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm. The noise he makes when he comes, thrusting hard and burying himself deep. It ruins you for a second time.

“Christ, the two of you are gonna be the death of me.” Mike utters as he withdraws from you, watching his cum leak from your pussy.

“Good way to go though old man.” Terry smirks. He’s rewarded by a swat to the shoulder from Mike before the rearranges the sheets and pillows to accommodate the three of you.

You end up nestled in between them both. Mike curls up around you, his knees tucked behind yours as he cradles you against his body. Terry faces you, his fingertips tracing over the blush of your cheek as he smiles at you.

“We’ve got you tonight baby.” He tells you. “Have sweet dreams of us.”

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The Ultimate Guide to Disposable Vape Brands: Puff, Puff, Pass… on the Info!

Hey there, cloud chasers and flavor fanatics! If you're on the lookout for the best disposable vape brands, you're in for a treat. Whether you're a vaping newbie or a seasoned pro, the world of disposable vapes offers a smorgasbord of flavors, styles, and puff counts that can make your head spin faster than a tornado in a trailer park. But fear not! We're here to break down the top disposable vape brands in a way that's as easy to inhale as your favorite cotton candy cloud. Let’s dive in and puff our way through the disposable vape jungle together! Puff Bar: The OG of Disposable Vapes A Legacy of Flavor Puff Bar is like the granddaddy of disposable vapes. If disposable vapes had a Hall of Fame, Puff Bar would be the first inductee. Known for their wide range of flavors, from the tangy "Sour Apple" to the refreshing "Cool Mint," Puff Bar has a flavor for every palate. Imagine walking into an ice cream shop that also serves as a vape lounge—yes, Puff Bar is that cool. With a reputation built on consistent quality and flavor diversity, it’s no wonder they’re a top choice for vapers everywhere. User Experience Puff Bars are user-friendly, even for those who can't tell a coil from a cotton wick. Just unwrap, puff, and enjoy—no buttons, no refilling, and definitely no drama. It's like the fast food of vaping: quick, easy, and oh-so-satisfying. With up to 800 puffs per device, Puff Bar ensures you get your money's worth, making it perfect for vapers who crave convenience without compromising on taste. Hyde: The Vibrant Challenger A Splash of Color and Variety If Puff Bar is the wise elder, Hyde is the rebellious teenager with a knack for style. Hyde disposable vapes are known for their vibrant designs and extensive flavor lineup. From "Banana Ice" to "Strawberry Kiwi," each puff feels like a mini vacation. Hyde’s bold and bright exterior is matched by equally bold flavors, making it a favorite among the younger, more adventurous vapers. Puff Power One of the standout features of Hyde vapes is their impressive puff count. Some models boast up to 2500 puffs, which means more time vaping and less time shopping for your next fix. Whether you’re a marathon vaper or just enjoy a longer-lasting device, Hyde has you covered. Their ease of use and longevity make them a solid contender in the disposable vape market. Esco Bar: The Flavor Connoisseur Flavor Overload Esco Bar is for those who treat their vape like a fine wine—it's all about the flavor. With options like "Peach Ice" and "Cotton Candy," Esco Bar takes your taste buds on a wild ride. It's the disposable vape equivalent of dining at a five-star restaurant. Each flavor is crafted to perfection, ensuring that every puff is as delicious as the last. If you’re looking for a premium experience in a pocket-sized package, Esco Bar is the way to go. Sleek Design Esco Bar’s sleek, stylish design isn't just for looks; it’s functional too. These vapes are slim and lightweight, fitting easily into your pocket or purse. Despite their compact size, they pack a punch with up to 1000 puffs per device. Perfect for vapers on the go, Esco Bar combines aesthetics and practicality in a way that’s hard to beat. Cali Bar: The Laid-Back Companion West Coast Vibes Cali Bar brings the chill West Coast vibes to the vaping world. Known for its smooth and mellow flavors like "Blue Razz" and "Mango Nectar," Cali Bar is the perfect companion for a relaxing day at the beach or a laid-back evening at home. It's like vaping with a surfboard under your arm and a sunset in the background. Their flavors are crafted to provide a smooth, enjoyable experience that transports you straight to the California coast. Effortless Enjoyment Ease of use is another hallmark of Cali Bar. With no need for refilling or charging, these disposables are all about effortless enjoyment. Just open the package, take a draw, and let the flavors whisk you away. With around 300 puffs per device, Cali Bar offers a satisfying vape experience that’s as breezy as a Pacific Ocean wind. Conclusion This article dives into the world of disposable vape brands with a humorous and relaxed tone, exploring top choices like Puff Bar, Hyde, Esco Bar, and Cali Bar. Each brand is highlighted for its unique strengths: Puff Bar's wide flavor range and ease of use, Hyde's vibrant designs and high puff counts, Esco Bar's gourmet flavors and sleek design, and Cali Bar's smooth, mellow flavors and effortless enjoyment. Whether you're new to vaping or a seasoned pro, this guide helps you find the perfect disposable vape to suit your taste and lifestyle. Happy vaping! FAQs 1. What are the most popular disposable vape brands? Some of the most popular disposable vape brands include Puff Bar, Hyde, Esco Bar, and Cali Bar. Each of these brands offers a variety of flavors and puff counts to cater to different preferences. Puff Bar is known for its classic appeal and wide flavor range, Hyde stands out with its vibrant designs and high puff counts, Esco Bar is celebrated for its gourmet flavors, and Cali Bar is loved for its smooth, mellow options. 2. How many puffs can I get from a disposable vape? The number of puffs you can get from a disposable vape varies by brand and model. Puff Bars typically offer around 800 puffs per device, Hyde vapes can provide up to 2500 puffs, Esco Bar devices usually offer up to 1000 puffs, and Cali Bars give you about 300 puffs. The puff count depends on the battery capacity and the amount of e-liquid in the device. 3. Are disposable vapes easy to use? Yes, disposable vapes are very easy to use. They are designed for convenience, with no buttons to press or settings to adjust. Simply open the package, take a draw, and enjoy. There’s no need to refill e-liquid or recharge the device, making them perfect for beginners and those who prefer a hassle-free vaping experience. 4. Can I travel with disposable vapes? Yes, disposable vapes are great for travel due to their compact size and ease of use. However, it’s important to check the regulations regarding vaping in the destination you’re traveling to, as laws can vary widely. Additionally, when flying, it's recommended to keep disposable vapes in your carry-on luggage, as changes in air pressure in the cargo hold can cause them to leak. 5. How do I choose the right disposable vape for me? Choosing the right disposable vape depends on your flavor preferences, desired puff count, and overall vaping experience. If you enjoy a wide range of flavors and a high puff count, Puff Bar or Hyde might be the best choice for you. If you prefer gourmet flavors and a sleek design, Esco Bar could be your go-to. For a smooth, mellow vaping experience with a laid-back vibe, Cali Bar is a great option. Consider trying a few different brands to see which one best suits your taste and lifestyle. Read the full article

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Date Night (The Morning After): Steve X Reader

A/N: You guys seem to like Date Night so I figured I could keep going :) I actually have a few ideas for this one.

Warnings: Morning Sex with Steve <3. Adorable husband and dad Harrington.

Word Count: 2500

You wake the next morning to the sound of your phone vibrating on the table next to your side of the bed. Steve is still asleep beside you with his left arm under your head. At some point last night after you guys feel asleep entangled together, he must have rolled over on to his back while you stayed on your side. After a few more rounds and some A-MAZING orgasms you both crashed pretty late into the evening. 

You reach over and look at your phone screen. Robin’s picture with her crossed eyes making a making a face displays brightly. 

“Hey Robin. Everything ok?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Some little booger woke up early and I told him if he ate all of his breakfast we could call and see if Mom and dad are up and check in.” 

You smile sleepily. “That’s fine. Which booger is it?” 

Robin mumbles something away from the mouthpiece and instead of Robin again you hear a tiny toddler voice. “Hi Mommy.”

“Hey baby. I miss you. Are you behaving for Aunt Robin?”

“Noooo��”, he giggles, “Daddy?”

“You want to say hi to daddy? Ok. Hang on, Bud.”

You turn around and face Steve, lightly shaking him awake. “Hm?”, he grumbles.

“You son wants to talk to you.” He takes the phone from your hand with his eyes still glued shut. He puts the phone to his ear. “Hm. Which kid is this?” You can hear your son chuckle, making you smile. You reach over, drawing the phone from his ear by his wrist, and press the speaker button.

“—an she saa I booger!” You catch the tail end of toddler babble and all 3 of the adults listening in laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well, if she calls you that it means she loves you.” 

Robin affirms in the background. “And I’ll love you even more if we can take a nap! Now come on, let’s leave mommy and daddy alone. I imagine free time is limited especially with this weirdo running around.”

“Daddy, I wuv you.”

Steve softly smiles. “I love you to, kiddo.” The screen goes dark and you take the phone from his hand reaching behind you to place it back on the table. You roll back over and place your head on his chest. His right hand glides over the arm you have across his stomach pulling you closer to him. His other arm leans up behind your head as his hand comes up to brush through your hair. 

Suddenly the sound of Steve’s phone vibrating reverberates through the room. He lets out a heavy sigh and practically crashes his hand into the table on his side trying to grab his phone. Steve opens one of his eyes and glances at the screen. His fingers move through the phone for a moment before he places it back on the table without answering the call. He rolls over on his side so you’re face to face with both eyes closed again. 

“Who was it?”, you ask thinking maybe it had originally been one of the kids messing around.

“Hmmm. Office.” He grumbled. 

“Steve. Why didn’t you answer it?”, you respond quietly. “It might have been important.”

He exhales again, this time opening both groggy morning eyes to meet yours. “Not as important as you. Its Saturday. They’ll survive. I just set it to ring only if Robin calls.” You reach over and bring his lips to yours. You feel a grin spread across his face. “Plus”, he keeps going between kisses, “we still have…some time…left of our…date night.”

“Oh my god”, you playfully roll your eyes. “You didn’t get enough of me last night?”

He furrows his eyebrows as if you said the most confusing thing he’s ever heard. His face and demeanor seemingly more alert. “Baby, I’ll never get enough of you.” You beam, giggling as you lift your leg, placing it over his waist. You pull at his hips with your calf hoping he gets the message and, of course, he does. He rolls over with your guidance till he’s directly on top of you. You feel his cock resting along the lips between your legs, making you moan. 

Steve slowly starts making his way down your body stopping to kiss and lick every pleasurable mark he left on you last night. You lean up on your elbows to watch him work and you make note of your own markings you left on his skin. His hair was completely tussled but still Harrington ready. The sun was peeking through the blinds slightly leaving a glow just so along his features. He looked perfect. 

He opens your thighs holding them with soft but firm grip. You can feel his warm breath as he opens his mouth to lick up the length between your folds. At what feels like an unbearable slow pace he makes figure eight motions with his tongue over your clit. 

“Steve”, you breathe out in pleasure. “Faster, baby, please.” But he doesn’t change his rhythm. Instead, he responds by inserting two of his fingers into your entrance, pumping them in and out of you slowly. “Steve”, you try bucking your hips up but reaches out with his other arm holding you firmly in place. “You know, if you keep teasing me, I’m going to get you back.”

A cocky smirk spread across his face. “Maybe but it’s worth it hearing you beg a little.” You bite your lip and shake your head in playful annoyance. “Oh what?”, he scales up your body until his face meets yours. His fingers remain in their position inside you. “You don’t like this?”, he whispers with his low husky morning tone as his smirk grows wider. 

Steve’s words and voice are driving you wild. “You don’t like me teasing you with my tongue on your clit or my big, long fingers in your cunt reaching just the right spot? Hm. I can stop if you want me to.” His hand starts to slow down. 

“No! Please. Don’t stop, Steve.” His pace starts to quicken back up. You meet his ecstatic, now lust filled eyes with your own. 

“Keep going.”, he urges.

“Please go faster. I want you to make me cum.” You reach down, grabbing his cock, running your hand up and down the length of him. “I want you to make me cum so I can feel you deep inside of my tight pussy.” In between your last two words, you reached your tongue out to lick his bottom lip.

He exhales a low growl and leans his head down on your shoulder. He’s moving his hand between your legs so fast you can hear the sound of how wet he’s made you echo through the room. That along with his throaty moans in your ear is enough to send you spiraling over the edge making your body shudder with the intensity. He removes his hand from between your legs and brings his fingers to your mouth which you suck on willingly. 

You move your hands up to his shoulders and turn him over on to his back with you straddling him. You reach down between your legs and place the tip of him at your entrance. With everything you two have been doing since you got home last night until now you didn’t fully realize how sore you were. You place one of your hands on the back of Steve’s neck and rest your forehead on his. 

“We may have to go a little slow at first. Your fingers were fine but your cock may be a bit too much.” 

His lets out a small laugh. “You have no idea what that does to my ego.”

“Shut up.”, you smile down at him. Steve leans his head forward and kissing your shoulder and neck before hovering his lips by your ear.

“Take all the time you need.”, he whispers as he reaches his thumb between you and softly rubs small circles on your clit. You close your eyes letting out a silent moan as you feel your pussy get wetter. His other hand comes down to rest on your hip as you gently sink down on to him. The sound that exits Steve’s mouth is pornographic. It’s been a while since you’ve heard him make any kind of sound like that.

As you gradually start grinding on him, he removes his thumb from between you. Both hands come up, almost aggressively, to hold on to the lower part of your hip just above your ass. 

“Are you ok?” you ask between a loud moan of your own.

“Yeah…yes.”, he huffs out, eyes squeezing shut as he throws his head back in ecstasy. You notice his adam’s apple bob as he swallows down a moan. “Just, you weren’t kidding…when you said tight. Oh my god.” Steve tilts his head back up and into your neck. You feel his mouth shape into O as he quietly breathes out moans. You hug him to you, resting your chin in his fluffy hair. You begin to grind your hips faster against him.

His hands abruptly pull up to lightly tug at your hair forcing you to lean back and look at him. You can tell he’s almost there and he’s pleading with his eyes for permission to take over. You silently nod your head as you wrap your arms around his neck. Without pulling out of you he wraps his own arms around your waist, picking you up with him as he shifts on to his knees. You feel him drop you on the mattress as he pulls away taking one of your legs and hoisting it up over his shoulder. With this new angle he’s hitting that spot inside of you hard enough making you practically scream out in pleasure. 

You sob out his name repeatedly as you cum clenching around him. “Fuck”, he mutters under his breath, letting your leg drop down around his waist. He thrusts into faster chasing his own high before his hips sputter and he cums deep inside of you. He tenderly tries to pull out without hurting you but you still let out a hiss. He starts whispering “I’m sorry” over and over as he pulls you to him to softly kiss random parts of your face. 

“Steve,” you smile as his kisses become more overly dramatic as he makes a loud “Muah!” sound after each one. “Steven! I’m ok. I’ve had 3 kids. I think I can handle this pain for a bit.” You roll over on your side so you’re facing him. “Trust me. It’s worth it hearing you moan like that.”

He reaches over to move a sweaty, damp piece of your hair further off your face. “Like what?”

You suddenly get extremely shy, letting out giggle, as you try to cover your face with your hands. He quickly leans over, grabbing you by the wrist, beaming down at you with that signature Harrington smile. “Naw no no! Come on, tell me.”

“Do you remember the first time you made love to me?”

Without any hesitation he responds, “Yeah, of course. Junior year. After the homecoming dance, we went back to my parents’ place. You were wearing that gorgeous blue silky dress. Your hair was done up in these curls and—what?” He stops as he notices you staring at him with a toothy grin on your face.

“Nothing! I just can’t believe you remember what I was wearing from so long ago.”

“Baby, how could I forget? My first thought when you walked down the stairs that night at your mom’s house was ‘Damn. What’s she doing with a dumbass like me? How did I get so lucky?’”

You scoot closer to him till your face is in his chest, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him as close to you as you can. 

“We went to the dance”, he continued,” and we stopped to get burgers after. I brought you to my house and we talked about, shit, everything. After a while, we went up to my room and, uh, yeah.”

You pull out of his embrace to look up at him. “Do you remember how it felt?”

“Oh yeah!” He responds a bit too enthusiastically making you laugh at him. 

When your fits of giggles finally stop, you reach up to cup his face in your hand, running your thumb over his plump bottom lip. “That was the first time you made sounds that just,” you pause, rolling your eyes to the back of your head biting your own bottom lip. He let a quiet laugh in your direction. You feel the smile on your face falter a little. “It been a while… since I’ve heard them.”

He blinks a couple of times, coming to the realization of what you’re not saying. Steve quickly sits up and hoists himself off the bed. He makes his way to your side, lowering himself to his knees on the floor. Reaching over with his long arms, he grabs your foot, and pulls your body to him. 

“Oh my god, Steve!” you’re giggling again. “What the hell?”

He shifts your body up so you’re sitting on the edge of the mattress. Laying the back of his palms on your knees he makes grabby motions with his fingers and you immediately place your hands in his. Quickly, he brings them to his lips, placing a tender kiss before putting them back down on your knees. 

“Y/N, I am here on my knees making you a promise. I never want you to feel again like you did last night. I promise this isn’t a one-time thing. We will have more date nights. We will have more time to ourselves. We will have more time to be Y/N and Steve. I promise.”

You feel like you want to cry from happiness. What did you do so right to get this good, goofy, sexy man in front of you? You raise the back of his hands in yours up to your lips and place a tender kiss of your own. “I promise to.”

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Steve is at the sink washing the dishes from the dinner the five of you had that night. You and your kids are currently spread out on the living room floor drawing thank you cards for Robin. Paper and crayons are spread all over the place. You point to the drawing laying in front of your youngest son. 

“Don’t forget to put ‘From Booger’.” You say in a mock serious tone. 

“Mommy! No!” he giggles at you. “I no booger. I Obby”

“You ARE Bobby! I know but then how will Aunt Robin know who it’s from then?” 

He giggles at you again, shaking his little head from side to side. You reach out and mess his lightly the way Steve does with Dustin. You glance around checking on all the younger Harringtons until your eyes finally settle on Steves. He’s been watching you guys for a while with a small, grateful smile displayed on his lips. He gives you a wink before throwing the dish towel over his shoulder and focusing back on the dishes. 

[captainmalewriter]

Masterlist

Last updated: 08/15/23 Total works: 119

This list contains only my own original writing. I’ve listed them by title in chronological order and by category depending on what kind of story it is.

One Shot Stories (standalone stories that range from 600 - 2500+ word count)

Shady App

Not So Accidental Possession

Wanderlust Pt. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Good Karma

Waiting Period

Symbiotic Relationship 

More Fun With You

Don’t Judge a Book By Its Cover

Ocean Freak

Life on Autopilot Pt. 1 / 2 / 3

Demon Deeds

Serial Swapper

Black Tattoo

Cat’s Magic

Golden Years

My Brother

Magic Dust

Strange Smell

Cleansing

For My Amusement

Real Life Upgrade

A Better Person Now

Budding Musician

Stop It

Hot Tub

Payback

Don’t Worry About It

Skater Life

Mischievous Boyfriend

What You Wanted

Gift That Keeps Giving

Residue

Concert Hopper

New Generation

Watermelon Challenge

For One Night

Pop the Cherry

Power Trip

Enchanting

Haunted

Plan Gone Wrong

Kinklopedia

A+ Grade

El Nuevo Novio

Sibling Rivalry 

Price for a Secret

Find My Daddy

Mishap

Man of her Dreams

You Will Possess Me

Powerless

Founding Frat Father

Legend of the White Fox

Jailbreak

Photo Captions (approximately 600 word or less stories)

Nasir

Pablo

J

Mohammad

Danny

The Drifter

DL Looking

Tired Top

Getting Personal 

Not So Bad

She’s a Man-Killer

Eternally Young

A Mother’s Request

Reasons Why I Should Possess You 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12

Complete the Look

Brother Swap

Multi-Part Series (these stories follow a larger plot and will span across multiple parts)

Captain’s Bodies 1 / 2 / 3

Family Vacation Pt. 1 / 2

Relationship on the Rocks Pt. 1

Stranded Pt. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

An Odd Trend Pt. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Only Rentals: Story, Ad, Service

Happy Birthday 1 / 2

Toy Capsule Stories: red & yellow / blue & purple / green / cream / purple with yellow / orange with gold / yellow with green / pink / white with orange

Commission Stories

Nymphs

The Body Sculptor

Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed

Down Under

Historias en Español

Con Solo Una Foto 

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Indulgence//Snape x plus size OC

Summary: Severus Snape's wife doesn't seem to be enjoying her birthday and he makes sure she has a night to remember. Starts with hurt/comfort and ends in smut and tooth rotting fluff. This fic contains a slight food kink so read if you like birthday cake.

Trigger Warnings: body image, food kink, mentions of low self esteem, and smut.

words: around 2500

pairing: Snape x plus size OC

This is a birthday fic from myself to myself so it is very self indulgent. It is intended for mature audiences, please don't comment on this fic if you are under 18.

Severus was out later than he had meant to be and he cursed himself endlessly as he made his way home. In his arms was a bouquet of red roses and a small box containing a very small cake. It was all he could afford. His salary as a professor barely covered the monthly cost of their shabby little cottage, but he hoped that somehow the small gifts he could afford would cut it. He fumbled for a moment in search of his wand, unlocking the front door and stumbling into the warmth of his home.

"Ophelia," he called, setting his things down on the kitchen table. "Where's my girl?"

He set the cake carefully on the table and flourished the red bouquet as he made his way through the house, searching for his wife. To his dismay, he found her curled up on the sofa wearing the saddest frown he had ever seen. He walked to her swiftly, easing her up just long enough for him to sit down so she could lay her head in his lap.

"What's wrong my girl?" He asked gently, setting the roses down on the arm of the sofa so his hands were free to brush through her tangled blonde hair. "Have you just woken up my love? It's past dinner time."

She huffed and refused to look up at him. "I got up after you left this morning but there's no point in staying up today. Just want it to be over."

"It's your birthday," he said incredulously, his dark brows knitted tight in confusion. "I thought you wanted to get up and get dressed up. That's what you told me last night." His fingers smoothed out her tangles and it was apparent she hadn't even brushed her hair. He didn't mind, he thought she was beautiful just the same, but it was uncharacteristic of her.

"Hate my birthday."

He couldn't help but sigh at the air of brattiness in her voice. "Why is that, my love?" His patience for her was unwavering, if she needed to throw a fit he would let her. "Why do you hate your birthday?"

"I'm old," she whined, hiding her face in his thigh.

This time he scoffed. "You're only thirty. What is actually the matter, hmm? Don't want to tell me?"

She sat up slowly, her hair somehow still a tangled mess. "The older I get, the less beautiful I feel. My body..."

Severus looked appalled. "Ophelia Snape. Don't you even say it," he warned. "You're as beautiful as the day I met you. Even more so now because you're not so scrappy."

"But there's the problem," she protested. "My body is getting old and heavy, my prettiness has faded and you're going to lose attraction for me." She hid her face in her hands and groaned, but Severus remained motionless, completely taken aback.

"Ophelia...your prettiness hasn't faded. It could never fade. The years have been very kind to you," he tried to assure. "If you don't believe that, can you at least believe that I love you more now than I did when we first fell in love? How could you not be beautiful to me?"

She didn't respond and his heart ached. He wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of this one, he would just have to show her.

Gently, he sat her upright and moved her hands from her face, frowning at the tracks of tears that stained her plump cheeks. He shook his head and gently wiped her face dry with the cuffs of his sleeves, his dark eyes fixed on hers. Normally her eyes were a strikingly vivid sky blue, but now, glossed with fresh tears, they were a deep sea blue. Stormy weather and endless depths was all he could see in her gaze and he ached to save her from drowning in her own self loathing.

"I got you flowers." His voice was a soft, low husk, a tone he knew soothed her. "Can I give them to you?"

Ophelia sniffled and managed a nod, her gaze following his hand to the arm of the couch. The ghost of a smile flashed across her face for only a moment and she reached out eagerly for the flowers. "These are my favorite," she whispered, to which he replied with a nod. "Thank you. I'll grab a vase from the kitchen."

She arose slowly from the couch and Severus had to steady her before letting her wander off. His gaze followed her to their small kitchen, watching as she searched their cupboards for a suitable vase. Once she had found one and filled it with water, he got up to join her.

"I also brought you a cake. Raspberry buttercream frosting, your favorite." He was trying to tempt her, but he knew before she even spoke that she would refuse.

"Thank you, I'll save it for later. I'm not hungry."

His jaw clenched in an attempt to keep himself quiet, but as he watched her place each rose individually into the vase, he couldn't hold it back. "Ophelia," he whispered. "You deserve to have the best birthday you've ever had."

She smiled sadly, placing the vase in the window above the sink. "Maybe next year."

No. That wasn't good enough. Severus took a step towards her and placed his hands on her waist, squeezing her softly. "My darling girl," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. "You are a goddess, you are the softest creature I've ever seen. You are the only woman I could ever want and as your husband it is my duty to show you how special you are."

"Severus-"

"Let...me," he whispered against her lips. "Let me show you how much I love you. Can I? Do I have your permission?"

She nodded silently, melting into his touch with a sort of pleasant resignation. That was good enough for him. His hands moved up the curve of her waist, grabbing her gently under her arms so he could hoist her up against the cupboards. She let him fall between her plush thighs, leaning against him so she wouldn't fall back into the sink. His lips found hers and within seconds she was wrapped around him, her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. He took advantage of this and carefully picked her up, holding her by her thighs as he turned around to set her down on the kitchen table.

"Comfortable?" He asked between kisses, once again falling between her legs.

"Yes," she sighed before pulling him back into her. He stopped her this time and she whined, her hands desperately tugging at the clasp of his cloak.

"I want you to enjoy yourself," he whispered, moving his lips to her neck. "And I want you...to enjoy your birthday." He nipped at the soft skin of her shoulder before pulling back just enough to watch her. "Can I help you do that?"

She nodded and once again his lips found hers. This kiss was more passionate, more desperate. All tongues and teeth, they shared a few gasps of breath as their hands worked to free each other from their clothes. Severus' cloak dropped to the floor, his wife's fingers trembling as she unbuttoned his dress robes. Her hands pushed beneath the fabric and he felt lost in bliss for a moment as she ran her fingers over his collar bones and across his chest. After a moment of selfish indulgence, he pushed her hands away and lifted her arms to strip her of the nightgown she had been wearing all day.

"You minx," he growled, glimpsing at her bare body. "Not wearing anything under your gown. Know what that does to me."

His fingertips grazed the valley of her cleavage, eliciting a shiver from the woman. Deciding not to tease her further, he took handfuls of her ample breasts and squeezed softly, pawing at her desperately. This roused a reaction from her he had not expected. She was grinning.

"That's my girl," he praised. "There's that beautiful smile."

He took the liberty to pinch her nipples, feeling them harden in his fingertips. He tugged on them softly and still she smiled. At that moment, she looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her.

"No," she whined the moment he pulled his hands away from her breasts and he couldn't help but raise a thick brow at her.

"No? Then you prefer I keep my pants on?" He teased, his hands hovering over his belt. She pouted and he came undone, hastily unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop. The moment he was laid bare for her, she tried to reach out for him and he pushed her hands away. "Not yet. I'm still teaching you how to enjoy yourself."

Her whine of protest turned into a gasp of pleasure as his hands found their way back to her breasts. "Every time I touch you, I want you to remember just how much I love you. How much I'll always love you," he whispered as his hands roamed from her breasts to her stomach.

Ophelia flinched, insecurity flooding through her as his hands smoothed over each curve and roll of her flesh, but he continued to shower her with affection, watching her expression closely in case she needed him to stop.

"Are you nervous?"

She nodded and he stepped closer to her, pressing himself against her body. "We've been married for ten years and you're still nervous?" He teased. Sensing that she was particularly unsure about him touching her stomach, he moved to her wide hips and down to her thighs. Pushing her legs open, he brushed his thumbs over the insides of her thighs and her insecurity seemed to vanish, replaced with lust.

"Good girl, just relax for me," he purred, feeling her melt in his hands. "Your body is so beautiful."

His thumb brushed over her core this time, teasing her clit with the lightest touch he could manage. Her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth fell open in a soft gasp, the sight striking inspiration in him. He began to rub soft circles against her swollen bud, his free hand reaching beside her for the small cake box. He opened it quietly, keeping her distracted with pleasure as he dipped his fingers into the pink frosting. The moment her mouth fell open with another moan, he slipped his fingers past her plump lips.

Ophelia sucked obediently before she even noticed the frosting, then after a second her eyes snapped open to gaze up at him inquisitively. She gave a soft hum but did not stop sucking his fingers clean, her wide eyes trained on him.

"See? The cake is good." He pulled his fingers from her mouth and cupped her round face lovingly, gazing down at her with an expression of pure admiration. "Taste good?"

She nodded silently and his lips quivered into a sly smile. He squeezed her cheek softly before gathering more frosting onto his index and middle fingers, his other hand still working on pleasuring her.

"Is how I'm touching you making you feel good or do you need more?"

"Feels good, but what about you?" She asked softly, trying to reach for his very obvious hard on.

Once again, he pushed her hands away. "This isn't about me, it's not my birthday." His voice was firm but he couldn't help but grin, leading his fingers once more to her mouth.

She accepted him without question, sucking softly as he watched her, his thumb pressing firm against her clit. He focused all of his attention on rubbing the soft button the way he knew she liked, wanting her sensitive before he went any further. From the hazed look in her eyes, he knew she was feeling good so he kept up what he was doing.

"Do you want to taste more of your cake?"

She hesitated before nodding and watched him curiously as he pulled his hand from her mouth. This time, instead of merely dipping his fingers into the frosting, he sank into the confection and returned to her mouth with a handful of, not only frosting but vanilla cake. Ophelia grinned at his antics, intrigued and confused all the same.

"Well?" He purred. "Open up."

Ophelia opened her mouth obediently and he fed her the cake, all the while still stroking her clit. She didn't know which bliss to focus on; the building pleasure between her legs or the delicious dessert in her mouth.

"You're beautiful, Ophelia," he coaxed. "And you deserve to enjoy yourself. You deserve love and you deserve to feel beautiful. And...you deserve cake."

She swallowed thickly, moaning around his fingers as her pleasure mounted. Just when she thought it couldn't get better, she felt the thick head of his cock prod her wet entrance. He sank into her inch by inch and she lowered herself onto her elbows, not able to sit up straight anymore. Once she had eaten all the cake out of his hand and sucked his fingers clean, he was back at it again, scooping another handful out of the box.

"You're making a mess of me, Sev," she whispered breathlessly.

"And it's bloody gorgeous," he growled, carefully pushing a bit of cake past her lips. "And you're going to taste so sweet when I kiss you."

She moaned again. Whether it was a response to his words or to the feeling of him thrusting into her, she did not know. She savored the cake this time, not quick to lick him clean just yet. She was, as he intended, truly enjoying herself.

"Such a good girl," he purred, watching her closely. "My beautiful girl."

His praise drove her crazy and she buckled under her own weight, falling back to lay against the table. Severus took advantage of this and picked up his pace, thrusting steadily into her as he pulled his now clean fingers from her mouth. He abandoned the cake entirely now, using the hand that wasn't between her legs to steady her, gripping her hip.

"Sev-" she choked out. "Sev it feels so good."

He slowed the movement of his thumb on her clit slightly but quickened the pace of his thrusts and she fell over the edge instantly. He recognized her orgasm by the way her moans got louder and her velvet walls spasmed around his cock. Her eyes rolled back and he admired her beauty, though he couldn't help but notice the stain of pink frosting on her bottom lip.

"That's my girl," he cooed, still rubbing her through her orgasm. Once she had finished, however, he pulled out of her and leaned down to kiss her passionately. How sweet she tasted.

"Mmmm," she hummed against his lips. "Did you cum?"

"No," he whispered against his lips. "But this isn't about me, remember? Now let's get you cleaned up."

[novantinuum]

Tides of Renewal (SU one-shot)

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: T (Mild TW for vague allusions to past suicidal thoughts.)

Words: 2500~

Summary: Now twenty years old and living on the other side of the country, Steven spends his morning relaxing on the beach, musing about his past, and having a chat with his dad.

Hi folks! This is actually my two-months-late “Happy Birthday, Steven” fic, ahah- amusingly, posted two months late to the day. I’m quite happy with how this short turned out.

If you read this and enjoy, I’d greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3 as well. AO3 link will be provided in the reblogs. Thank you! <3

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Tides of Renewal

Steven rises alongside the sun, but not by choice.

As he abruptly stirs, jerking onto his side under his tangled blanket, he soon realizes that he has little lingering memory of the nightmare that shook him from his slumber. Nevertheless, his heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s hanging in his throat. There’s feelings, faint impressions— someone’s blood (his, or hers?), Connie’s screams, a bubble of terror boiling from within— but that’s all he’s left with. The young man clutches at his sheets, struggling to catch his breath as is the norm most mornings. Dim light sneaks in between the edges of the curtains, offering a rough estimate of the time.

Once it’s clear his chances of sleeping in have become null and void, he entices himself out of bed with the promise of buying himself a muffin at the local coffee shop later today, a birthday treat. His routine is sluggish, but precise. He uses the bathroom, throws on his swim trunks and a thin cotton shirt, downs the pills he forgot to take last night with a quick swig of water, carefully runs his fingers through his long curls to work out the tangles, and slips his feet into the flip flops he always leaves lying right at the foot of his bed.

The young adult only takes his guitar, phone, and keys with him as he walks the mile distance from his humble studio apartment to the public beach. Around him, the world is at peace. The only sound intermingling with the gentle ebb and flow of the Pacific at this hour of the morning is the chattering of puffins that nest on the large rock outcroppings in the tide pools nearby. The edge of his lip quirks up when he finally crosses that sacred boundary— the sidewalk meeting the shore— and removes his sandals, reveling in the satisfying, grainy texture of sand squishing between his toes. Hah... the beach. Funny, that. All his traveling these past years, from mountains, to prairies, to sprawling suburbs to wooded forest towns, and it only succeeded in deepening his childhood love for the familiarity of saltwater air and tourist-filled boardwalks. Still, the secluded, rustic charm of Haystack Cove is a far cry from the Beach City he grew up in. Different people, different sights, different types of seafood sold at the markets. This place feels like a home all his own, appropriately distant from the Gem influenced settlement he’d left behind.

He crosses the fine grained sands towards his favorite sitting spot, a hefty stone jutting out from the ground, its surface buffed to a glossy finish over the years by the high tides. The water’s still distant this early in the morning, glimmers of sunlight sparkling off of the foam and spray. Yawning, he plops himself down on the stone and lifts his guitar into his lap. He strums a few random chords as a warm-up before settling into an experimental melodic sequence.

As he plays, the early morning breeze teases at the ends of his shoulder-length hair, untied and let free in all its curly splendor. It’s still quite chilly, but with the sun peaking over the horizon behind him and not a cloud in sight, the air’s bound to heat up in no time. Steven inhales deeply, soaking in the salt and light and pushing away the shadows lurking at the periphery of his mind, that twitching, exhausting anxiety that never quite seems to leave him alone these days. Unfortunately, functional does not mean carefree. While far fewer in number then when he was a teen, he still runs into plenty of moments where he’s struck blind by particularly painful reminders of his past, his gem snapping into overdrive in an instant. He’s a bit better at coping in these moments now, and walking himself down from panic attacks, but deep-rooted traumas don’t simply melt away. With that in mind, at this point he suspects he’ll likely have to deal with a mixture of therapy and meds for the rest of his life. That’s fine, though. If that’s what it takes to be at peace. He’s thankfully reached a point in his recovery where he’s more than willing to work for it.

Startling him out of his roaming thoughts, his phone chimes to life, touting the same cheery ring tone he had as a kid. He gently sets his guitar down in the sand and fishes his cell phone out of his pocket, a silent bet as to who’s calling rising within his mind. Sure enough, his dad’s contact photo proudly greets him. Hah— he called it. Steven stifles a giggle as he hits accept and lifts the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Dad!”

“Hey, Schtu-ball!” his father chimes from the other side of the country, three hours ahead. He hears a faint shuffle over the line, and then the beginnings of guitar accompaniment as the man begins to sing:

“Happy birthday to you~!”

Dad ends the line with a resounding vibrato, and a few extra jazzy chords for good measure.

“Heh heh, thanks,” he says, bashfully blushing at the attention, and gazing across the loose sands as if ensuring the secret of his birth hasn’t swelled into a nauseatingly public affair like half of his birthdays had since the start of Era 3. “Gotta say, the impromptu guitar solo pushed that to a whole new level. You just get up?”

“Yep! Bright and early. Garnet said you’d probably be awake by now, so I figured I’d call and give ya’ a good greeting to start the day. Lemme guess, you’re down there at the beach already? I think I heard waves.”

Steven’s glance lifts to admire the slowly rising tides, and the promise of each tomorrow that lies beyond. “Hah, you know me,” he says softly, taking a deep lungful of that precious salt-touched air he’s always adored. “I live for the water. Might force myself to go for a swim later before all of you come. Not sure yet,” he says, shrugging as he turns and squints in the wake of the steadily rising sun. “But my therapist said I should probably keep as active as po—“

“It’s your birthday. You do whatever makes you happy, bud,” his dad promptly reminds him, slight concern sticking to his voice. And yes, it’s practically a father’s job to worry, but his chest tightens with lingering guilt for pressing that upon him anyways. Ugh, this is because he said ‘force myself,’ isn’t it?

“Doing my best to,” he lamely offers, hoping it’ll at least end that segment of conversation. He twirls a stray strand of hair around his finger as he scours his memory for something new to offer. Thankfully, his mind quickly lands on the exciting email he received last night. He grins, knowing for sure his dad’ll love this. “Oh, uh- topic change, but I got that last job I applied for, by the way.”

“Oh? The taffy shop one?”

“Yeah! I start on Tuesday.”

“Wow, that’s- that’s awesome! They responded fast, then.”

“Yup,” Steven nods, popping the ‘p.’ “Honestly, it’s nothing much, just stocking and working the register, but it’ll give me some cash to work with.”

Some cash to finally pay for his own food instead of continuously bumming money off his dad. There’s no way he can handle full month’s rent on his own with this minimum wage job, (who on Earth could in this economy), but it might be enough to cover the smaller things. Groceries, electricity, internet. That sorta stuff. Fidgeting on the edge of the stone outcropping, his bare toes dig narrow lines in the sand. He hasn’t really had this discussion with Dad yet, but the mere concept of being wholly reliant on other people steers his mind uncomfortably close to the I’m a Burden Zone. He’d far prefer to feel like he has a stake in the game.

“I know you said you don’t mind supporting me,” he continues in a hesitant tone, twirling his finger through one of his curls, “but I still feel kinda bad—“

“Don’t. I’d rather you not have to stress yourself to the bone about money like I did when I was your age.”

The line shakes for a second. He’s pretty sure he hears the faint clink of a bowl meeting the counter from his dad’s side.

“Dad...?”

“Sorry, bud. Just putting ya’ on speaker. Figured I’d make myself some instant oatmeal,” he says, his voice sounding a bit further away from the microphone. “Goodness, though. Twenty years. That still boggles the mind.”

He gives a soft laugh. “You’re telling me. Could’ve sworn I was twelve just yesterday. And to be honest, it’s... it’s kinda weird sometimes, you know?”

“What is?”

“Being another year older. ‘Cause... well, uh...”

Steven grits his teeth, searching for the most delicate manner in which he can discuss these emotions. The feelings of his past are a really hard topic to dwell on sometimes, even in therapy, and even though he and his dad have long since had scattered discussions about what a poor mental state he was in then, he doesn’t wanna upset him too much.

“There were definitely days I assumed I wouldn’t have a future, or didn’t want one to begin with,” he continues, throat thick. “Back during all the conflict, before Homeworld reformed. And even after that, when I was... you know. And things are better, now, they’re definitely a lot better. But the idea of a ‘future’... even if I’ve got a job, a home, a girlfriend... it’s still weird to think about, I guess.“

There’s a brief silence on the line as this vulnerable admission sinks in.

“Yeah,” Dad replies eventually, clear sorrow in his voice despite how careful he thought he was in phrasing these matters. “I hear ya’.”

With a quick nervous laugh, he scratches at the nape of his neck, fingertips brushing against the thin, wispy strands of hair growing back there. “Geeze, sorry for bringing the mood down so quick. Didn’t even know I had all that on my mind until it spilled right out.”

“No, no! No need for apologies, I’m always here to listen. And in any case, I’m glad you’re in a better place now.”

Steven nods his head to himself in full agreement (momentarily forgetting that his dad isn’t actually here in the flesh to see this response). Sixteen and seventeen really, really weren’t good years for him. And even though he’s put lot of work into himself since then, he can’t help but constantly fear the possibility of relapse. His therapist told him a few sessions ago when he expressed this worry that... relapses into old thinking patterns can be common for people living with C-PSTD, and that it’s important for him to be cognizant of any unusual changes in his patterns and routines so he can quickly intervene with his box of healthy coping tactics, but... geeze. The dark, traumatic destinations his wandering thoughts end up stagnating in when the concept of relapse brushes his mind aren’t fun to acknowledge. It makes him yearn with deafening hunger for a simple switch he could flip, some magic cure-all for his brain that would stop him from having to deal with any of this awful shit in the first place— but of course, cruel universe this can be at times, those don’t exist.

“Speaking of that,” Dad speaks up again after clearing his throat, “how are those new meds treating you? You said last call your doctor was gonna change them, yes?”

“Nah, not change. There’s no need to change types,” he shrugs. “It’s just a dosage shift. And it’s fine, I think. I’ve been on ‘em for a few days, and there’s no problems so far. Brain's been treating me a little better.”

Nightmares aren’t quite as bad.

His energy isn’t totally zapped by noon.

The whirling, panicked trajectory of his thought patterns is a little easier to wrest control of.

All in all, nothing’s perfect, but he certainly feels a good deal more stable than before. Now, if only he can remember to consistently take his meds before he goes to bed like he’s supposed to instead of totally forgetting like he did last night and having to scarf it down when he sees that forsaken capsule in his pill box the next morning. Tsk, tsk.

“That’s real good to hear,” his dad responds to his news.

He flexes his knuckles against his lap, gaze reflexively drifting back towards the welcomed distraction of the tides. “Yeah.”

“Anyways, I, uh...”

“So, party logistics,” he cuts in with an overly cheery tone, changing the topic from his boring mental health crap entirely. “We should probably hash this out now. I know Connie’s planning on dropping around about noon. What’s your guys’ plan? She can probably send Lion to you after she gets here, if you want.”

“Yeah, that’d be best. Pearl said there weren’t any convenient warps nearby. Well, there’s one- but apparently it empties out into an active lava tube. And that’s not exactly Dad-friendly.”

“Aww, you mean you’re not filled with the intense desire to dip your hand into molten lava and shlorp it up like it’s soup?” Steven retorts, only barely holding back his laughter as he thinks of this absurd text thread he had going with Connie a few weeks back, wherein she sent him a video of some volcanic flows and told him, verbatim, that 'despite all logic and reason sometimes I can’t help but look at super viscous lava and think... forbidden s o u p, mmmm.’

“Not particularly, no,” his dad says, sounding thoroughly confused. “I’m- why are you laughing? Is this some sort of weird internet thing I’m not familiar with again?”

He wipes tears from his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. “You, ah- you kinda had to be there, sorry. Anyways, yeah. I’ll have Connie send Lion. I’ll text you right before, how’s that?”

“Sounds great! Can’t wait to see ya’, bud. I’m gonna let you go, now, okay? I can talk your ears off later. Go enjoy your morning. Love you.”

“Love you too, Dad,” he says, grinning. “Bye.”

“Buh-bye.”

Once his dad hangs up he sets his phone beside him on the rock and takes a deep, steady breath, trying to capture the full nuance of each diverse scent in the air. He may just be imagining it, but he swears he’s able to pick out the faint scent of taffy intermingling with the ocean saltiness and the hint of cedar from the nearby state forest. In the end though, whether it’s real or not it’s a welcomed reminder of all the possibility the future holds for him.

He’s twenty now. It’s a brand new decade of life. He’s got a new job lined up, a stable and loving relationship, a supportive family, and plenty of courage in facing the shadows of his past. Sure, so maybe he’ll never know with certainty what will happen— maybe he’ll relapse a little, maybe he’ll still have some bad days sprinkled amongst the good ones— but as he watches the tides flow in to greet him, he smiles... and resolves to just take this year as a renewal of his vow to care for himself as best he can.

[iridescentjin]

Pet

Summary: Yoongi wants to make sure you haven’t forgotten who you belong to.

Genre: Smut. Smutty smut. pwp. Smut. Did I mention it’s smut? Because holy smut, batman. It’s smut

Warnings: Ah! I initially forgot warnings. Sorry! oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, ass eating, face fucking, blindfolds, cum play, possessiveness, dom!Yoongi, sub!reader

a/n: My babygirl, my pet, 🌹, requested this, and I love her and also wanna punch her in the throat for the request. I used some of the dialogue prompts in here, but I’m not going to bold them...because she requested 5. I will come back and edit it later. Also, this is the same relationship as “Sugar.” Anyway, 🌹, come here rn, and let me love you, pet.

Word Count: 2500

You had talked Yoongi into going to a club with you after dinner tonight because the two of you rarely go out. He knows that you love to dance and act silly out on the dance floor, so he agrees to go with you this time. Plus, you are in a tight red dress and high heels, and the idea of you rolling your hips against him in that outfit already has him turned on.

When you get there, it’s pretty crowded because it’s a Friday night. You can smell the alcohol and sweat in the air, and you grab Yoongi by the hand to lead him through the club toward the bar. The two of you get your drinks: a double whiskey neat for him, an old fashioned for you. You sip yours, and Yoongi throws his back, setting the glass on the counter before he walks away.

“Yoongi, I want to dance. Are you going to dance with me?” You are already tipsy from the drinks you had at dinner, and you are feeling the beat of the song playing overhead, rolling your hips a little as you walk through the crowd. He keeps his grip on your hand, and you lead him out toward the edge of the dance floor.

He grabs your hips, and you put your back against his chest. You begin to roll slow circles with your hips against him, dropping lower and then sliding back up on his body. You hear him clear his throat behind you, and you bend forward, look over your shoulder, roll your ass against his crotch. The look on his face makes you laugh, and you stand back up, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck. 

The two of you dance like that, faces close but not kissing, for several songs. Yoongi leans into your ear, “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”

You nod and as he walks away, you keep dancing by yourself. A couple comes up to you and ask to dance with you. The guy moves in behind you and the woman is in front of you. You feel the beat of the music and grind with them. You finish the drink in your hand, and you are feeling the effects making your head a little fuzzy. The woman has you pressed against her body, her hands on your ass, and you can feel the heat growing between your legs at the movements of her body against you.

A hand grabs your wrist, and you open your eyes. Yoongi is looking at you, something between anger and lust in his eyes. He pulls you away from your dance partners and into his chest. He growls in your ear, “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

You love it when Yoongi gets possessive and puts you in your place. Your core throbs just at the thought. You know that he’s going to punish you when you get home, and your heart pounds in anticipation. Knowing that you can push him further, you pout and whine, “I was having fun with them. They felt good against my body.”

Yoongi’s face distorts into a sneer, and his hands wraps into your hair. He tugs it a little bit, angling your head back. His mouth attaches to your skin as he leaves blossoms all down the column of your throat. You press your legs together at the sensation, trying to give yourself some temporary relief. “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time?”

You stare up at him with apologetic eyes and nod.

“I’m ready to go, pet. Ready?” You whimper at the coarseness of his voice and how fucked he already sounds. You nod and let him lead you out of the club and away from the noise and the bodies. His energy has your body buzzing, and you can hardly wait to get home to have your hands on him. In the rideshare home, you can’t keep your hands to yourself, and they keep working their way up Yoongi’s thigh trying to make their way to his crotch through his pants. Yoongi keeps grabbing your hand and placing it back in your own lap. The only sign that he’s affected at all is that he spreads his legs a little further and clears his throat after the third time.

When you get into the house, he takes off his jacket and tosses down his keys. He turns and looks at you, and you can tell from his expression that you aren’t getting off easy tonight. You stand still in the middle of the room, watching the way his body moves, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Kitten, do you remember what you need to say if you need me to stop?”

You nod. “Yes, my safeword is vanilla.”

“Good. Now let me ask you, who do you belong to?” Your eyes shoot to his face because he knows that you are his, so you are a little confused by the question. “You seemed to forget who you belong to at that club. So who do you belong to?”

“You, Yoongi. I belong to you.” You lick your lips, and you feel your body vibrating with anticipation.

“Take your dress off.” You immediately pull it off and stand in front of him, breasts bare and exposed, in only your panties. He points at them. “Those too.”

You pull down your panties, and you feel the cool air of your apartment against your dripping cunt. You shiver slightly at the sensation, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Yoongi.

“Are you wet? Turn around, and show me, pet.” Yoongi’s voice is gravelly and deep, and it rips through you, causing you to grow even wetter. You turn around and bend at the waist in front of him. You bring your hand between your legs and spread yourself for him, so he can see how glistening with arousal you are. “Is that for me or is that for them?”

“No! It’s only for you, Yoongi. I only have eyes for you! I love you!” You look back at him desperately, not standing or releasing yourself because he hasn’t told you to yet. 

He rolls his eyes dramatically at you. “Pet, show me how much you love me.”

You stand and turn on the spot. You situate yourself in front of Yoongi, knees on the carpet. You don’t touch him, but you stare up at him with a pleading look on your face. “Yoongi, please let me suck your dick. I’ll show you how much I love you with my mouth. Please. Yoongi. I’d do anything for you, but please let me do this right now. I need to feel you in my mouth”

A smirk spreads across his face. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You nod, staring up at him through your lashes. He chuckles a little. He’s looking at you like a predator looks at their prey. His tongue darts out and grazes the corner of his mouth before it disappears back past his lips. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you suck my dick after I’m done with you. Get up and go to the bedroom.”

You pop up off the floor and walk straight to the bedroom. Some days you feel bratty, and you disobey Yoongi. But tonight you only want to do as he says. You want to be his perfect pet tonight, so you go to the bedroom and wait for him. When he comes in, he goes to the closet and pulls out the box with his back to you. He removes something and puts it back. Your heart is hammering against your chest as you wait for him to tell you what to do.

“Lie down on the bed.” You situate yourself on the mattress on top of your comforter, and you expect him to tie you up. He crawls over you, straddling your hips. “You say you only have eyes for me, kitten, but I want all of you. I’m taking away your eyes, so your whole body will remember who you belong to.”

He brings the blindfold up to your eyes and tenderly pulls the strap around the back of your head. Your hand instinctively reaches out and grabs his arm when you are in the dark. He caresses the back of your hand for a moment before he pulls away, letting you know that he isn’t actually angry with you, and he is indeed playing. Then the pressure from his body is gone. You whine a little in the back of your throat, but try not to audibly protest.

You feel the faint touch of Yoongi’s fingertips on your ankle, tracing up your leg, around the back of your knee, up your inner thigh, over your hip, ending ultimately at your nipple. He massages it roughly between his two fingers, then he takes away the stimulation. You moan quietly in your chest.

His hand then does the same thing on the other side of you. You can feel every hair on your body standing up, and your skin is breaking out in goosebumps. You feel yourself dripping between your legs, and you aren’t sure that you’ve ever been this wet. That is until you feel his breath against you. He’s breathing hot air against your slit, and you writhe in your spot. His large hands grab your hips and hold you still.

Yoongi pushes your legs up, so they are bent, feet on the mattress. He settles his arms on your thighs, pressing them open. You wish that you could see what he looks like between your thighs because you know that he looks like heaven. He traces his tongue from your clit down to your entrance and back up. He flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, and his fingers trace gentle patterns in your hips.

You are already overwhelmed by the sensation. You feel like you’re going to cum too fast. With your eyes covered and the alcohol coursing through your veins, you are hypersensitive, gasping already. “Yoongi, gonna-” you start.

“Shhh. Pet. Shhh.” His shushing against your clit sends you over the edge, and you tumble into your orgasm, spasming underneath him. He continues to hold your legs open and doesn’t remove his tongue from you. You shudder under him, and he keeps his tongue rolling over you. He replaces his tongue with his fingers on your clit. His tongue finds your entrance, and he fucks it into you a few times. You are wiggling underneath him because of the overwhelming amount of sensation he’s giving you. You are panting unevenly.

He slides his tongue further, dragging your arousal toward your ass. Soon, he is tracing delicate circles around your hole with his tongue. The sensation is hitting nerve endings that you usually don’t stimulate, and with his ministrations on your clit with his fingers, you feel another orgasm tear through you. Your moans feel more detached from you, and you don’t recognize the sound of yourself.

Yoongi doesn’t stop there. He pulls his mouth away, but he keeps his thumb on your clit and puts his fingers inside you, pumping in rhythm with his thumb. “Does anyone else make you feel this good?”

“No, Yoongi. Only you make me feel good like this.”

“That’s right. Next time, are you going to remember who you belong to?” He pulls his hand away when you hesitate.

“Yes. I’ll remember.”

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

You can’t help but moan at the idea of Yoongi putting a collar around your neck, knowing that you are his and only his. You are his pet.

“Yes. Please Yoongi. I want everyone to know I belong to you.”

He chuckles, and you feel the mattress shift from his weight moving off the bed. He’s gone for a little while, and you are worried that he’s just going to leave you on the bed, worked up.

“Are you ready to suck my cock now, pet?” When you nod, he replies, “lay with your head off the bed.”

You position yourself, still blindfolded, so your head hangs off the side of, throat long, hair hanging down around you. You feel his hand caress from your breast up your throat and into your hair. The contact on your throat makes you shudder, wishing he would choke you, but you aren’t calling the shots tonight.

“Ready?” you nod and open your mouth. He lines himself up with you, and you feel the head of his cock hit your tongue. You swirl it around the head, flicking it over the tip. He groans, and your smile to yourself. Even when he’s dominating you, you love when you can affect him. After you’ve licked him up and down his shaft and coated his head in your saliva, he pushes himself into your mouth and moves in and out slowly. As you adjust to his cock, he thrusts further, hitting the back of your throat. You gag a little, but then you open your throat further. You moan around his dick and hollow your cheeks.

“Pet, I’m gonna cum. Wanna cum on your pretty face.” You nod, and he rips the blindfold from your eyes. The sight above you is sexier than you ever could have imagined. Yoongi is naked in front of you, hair a mess, cheeks pink, cock hard in his hand. “Get on your knees.”

You shift to the floor and, for the second time tonight, you kneel, waiting in front of him. You stick your tongue out and watch him stroke quickly on the head of his cock a few times. When he cums in ropes on your face, some hits your check, some hits your tongue, and some falls on to your exposed tits. He takes his thumb and spreads the cum on your cheek, then he brings it to your lips. You part them, and he presses it harshly into your mouth. You close your lips around it and suck. The salty release satisfying your need to take care of him. You moan around his thumb.

“Pet, you’re going to have to wait until later to earn your last orgasm.” When you pout a little bit, he chuckles, “Are you going to be good from now on?”

You nod, and he pulls you up from the floor. He leads you to the bathroom and starts the shower, steam fogging up the mirror. “Let’s get your cleaned up, and I’ll cuddle with you tonight. We’ll see if you’ve earned your orgasm in the morning.” He steps into the shower with you and starts cleaning you, letting you relax in the heat under his touch.

[mrsalwayswritex]

Your Prize

A/N: Ok so this was actually the frist Ben Hardy thing I had written, I had shared a prompt list with a friend and she chose these!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Maybe a little angsty, some mentions of past abuse (but no detail), out baby ben being the literal best as always, Smoking (looks good, but no good for you)

Word count: 2500

Prompt: okay, i would like "hey hey it's just me" "oh don't cry i hate it when you cry" and "don't push me away" with ben boi (46&42 h/c and 26 a)

Written for the best hype man in the world @borninslumber​

Ten months ago

Your friends had finally talked you into going out with them, after you had been too busy for weeks with your new job, successfully guilt tripping you into it. 

“Come on, y/n! Just one night! It'll be fun to have the group back together!” Your best friend shouted at you over the phone so loud that you had to yank the device away from your head. 

“I already said I would go!” You laughed at her and she let out another howl of happy laughter before announcing to the rest of the room that you had agreed to go, followed by even more laughter and shouts of happiness. 

“Seven oclock! Don't be late!” She spoke softer now but you could tell it was for your benefit. “Wear something cute, were gonna get you a date tonight!” Before you could protest she ended the call with a loud laugh.

It had been just under a year since you had broken up with your last boyfriend who you had been with for years. It was tiring having friends who were single and happy about it when you were still crushed. Glancing at the clock and realizing it was already 4:30, you huffed to yourself as you shuffled towards your bathroom for a shower.

-

After showering and brushing your teeth you wrapped the towel around you and padded into your bedroom, pressing play on your phone and smiling as your favorite song came on. ‘I have no idea what something cute means.’ you thought to yourself as you flipped through hangers in your closet. Shrugging slightly, you found a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a plain black long sleeve shirt with the shoulders cut out. 

Standing in front of the mirror and inspecting the outfit, you chose a simple pair of grey converse to go with it and you left your hair falling in waves down your back. Stealing another glance at the clock you saw it was just after six when your phone rang. Seeing your best friends face pop up you rolled your eyes as you answered it.

“I still have time!” You said as soon as you heard the commotion on the other end.

“Not anymore you don't! The cutest guy just came in and he’s with a group of just guys so you had better get down here before he’s snagged away!” she chirped happily. “Your uber should be there in just a few minutes!” and then the line went dead.

“Wait, what?” You asked to a dead silence. Your phone buzzing alerting you to a text message with a picture of the uber order confirmation. Glancing outside you saw the car parked outside of your building. Sighing heavily you grabbed your small backpack and ran down the stairs to the waiting car.

-

After a short ride you got to the bar that your friends were at and walked through the front door and looking around for the group.

“Y/N!” You heard a chorus of your name being shouted from the corner, girls standing up and waving excitedly towards you. You smile and wave back at them, blushing slightly at the attention from the other bar patrons, shuffling over to them quickly.

“You guys are ridiculous you know that?” You smiled at your friends and they all whooped louder as you sat down. Your best friend since middle school scooted over towards you and pointed to a group of guys at a hightop table near the bar.

“That one.” She said simply, hooking her arm in yours and dragging you to the bar despite your protests.

“Two shots of Jack, then two more!” Your friend winked at the bartender, earning a laugh from him.

“So you want four shots of Jack.” He smiled back at her and she honest-to-goodness giggled and you rolled your eyes. “Ask and you shall receive.” He gave her a wink back and grabbed the glasses. 

“Can I also get a bud light please?” You said to the man behind the bar, who seemed to not even hear you. “Excuse me?” You spoke again, but he seemed to only have eyes for your friend. “Unbelievable.” You threw your hands up and turned your back to the bar.

“Four shots.” The bartender smiled at your friend and she touched his arm lightly before hitting you in the shoulder and pointing to the shots. You gave her a smile as you both picked up a shot and linked your arms together easily, and downed the burning liquid, tapping the empty glasses on the bar twice and erupting in a fit of laughter.

“Could I get that bud light now?” You looked back towards the bartender to find him ignoring you again. “Hello!” You raised your voice slightly but still no response. Getting tapped again by your friend you picked up the second shot and downed in the same way, and then she walked back over to the table to grab her beer. You stayed and tried the bartender again. “You are soooo not getting a tip!” You sang at the man and pulled out the stool to sit down.

“Hey buddy!” A voice shouted from beside you, making you jump a little, laughing at your nerves. When the bartender looked down the bar you waved your hands in disbelief. “I think this lovely lady here is in need of a beer.” The man said looking at you with a smile that you swear could stop your heart if you held his gaze. “Bud Light was it?” He winked at you and the bartender sheepishly set the bottle in front of you, and you snatched it with an angry look at him.

“Thanks.” You smiled at your savior, and he sat down beside you.

“Always prepared for a ‘damsel-in-distress’ situation.” He gave you a smile, taking a sip from his own drink. “I'm Ben.”

“Y/n” you raised your beer to him and he tapped his bottle with yours with a nod.

“y/n” He said back to you, and your name coming out of his mouth sounded like pure honey and sunshine and gave you a smile so big you swore you could see his wisdom teeth.

When he smiled at you, you melted into the chair a little further and let a small laugh escape your lips. You chanced a look at your friend and she was nodding her head furiously and giving you a thumbs up, eyes flicking to the table she had pointed out earlier. ‘This is the guys she had me come down here for’ you thought to yourself with a smile, she always had an eye for the good ones.

You sat with him for almost an hour, mindlessly chatting and laughing together when you heard the bar door open and a group of guys cheered from the other side of the bar, drawing your attention. Taking a sip of your beer you turned to see who the commotion was all about and you stared, bottle slipping from your fingers and shattering on the floor. You turned your quickly so your back was facing the man and your breathing started coming out in short puffs.

“Y/n,” Ben started reaching his hand out to touch you, but you flinched away quickly, eyes shooting towards the ground before you squeezed them closed. “Hey,” He whispered, “Hey, it's just me. It's Ben.” His voice held so much concern that you looked up at him with watery eyes. “What just happened?” His deep green eyes searched your face for any indication of the sudden change.

“Need to- Need to leave.” You choked out, voice sounding raw in your ears. Ben looked at you sadly and nodded his head, rubbing his hand through his short blond hair.

“Yeah, okay, uh well it was nice meeting you.” He touched your arm again and this time you didn't flinch away.

“Please, don't leave.” You whispered, grabbing his wrist. 

That seemed to change Ben’s whole demeanor as he nodded his head quickly and gripped both of your shoulders in his hands. “Tell me what to do.” He seemed sincere and you tried to give him a smile but you were sure you looked like a maniac, tears in your eyes and trying to smile. “Let me help.”

“Back.” You didn't trust yourself not to make a scene so you gave short answers and pointed towards the back door. “Smoke.” Ben nodded again and grabbed his beer and then wrapped his arm around your waist, helping you stand and leading you out of the back door, you looked behind you and you saw him clearer this time. Your ex boyfriend, Matt. Shutting your eyes quickly as Ben’s hand slid down your back, leading you out.

Once outside, Ben pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled out two, handing you one wordlessly and you accepted it, handing him your lighter with a small smile.

“You probably want an explanation.” You chuckled dryly, taking a long drag before blowing it out and pacing in the small alleyway.

“Not if you don't want to give one.” Ben gave you a small smile, leaning against the building and crossing his legs at the ankle. You had your back to him but turned and smiled back as the back door opened.

“Y/n.” Came a rough voice, and you stopped walking and started shaking. “Y/n. Look at me.” 

“No.” Your voice was shaking heavily and Ben looked back and forth between you, standing up and walking over towards you. “You aren’t allowed to be this close.”

“I didn't know you would be here, plausible deniability.” Matt shrugged his shoulders with a dark smile on his face. “I didn't know you’d be out here to smoke either.”

“Y/n?” Ben asked lightly, reaching out for you but you flinched away with a sob.

“Don't bother buddy, Cut your losses while you still can, this one isn't worth a steaming pile of dog crap.” Matt chuckled, taking a step towards you but Ben stepped in between you.

“Hey, don't talk about her like that!” Ben raised his voice but you spun around, pulling Ben’s sleeve as you stepped back. “No, y/n, he can't speak to you like that.” He tried to step forward but you knew what was going to happen, and you knew how to stop it.

“He’s right, Ben.” You spoke so softly and looked to the ground, but you knew what was happening without having to look.

“See? She knows.” Matt smiled at you but it was anything but a pleasant smile, and it churned Ben’s stomach to watch. Matt flicked his cigarette filter onto the ground and walked back inside with a wink to Ben.

As soon as the door clicked closed, a sob ripped from your throat and you collapsed to the ground, tears flowing freely. Ben crouched down and rubbed a hand soothingly over your back and you leaned into him and cried.

You sat in the alley, Ben sitting behind you so you could lean on his chest and you both chain smoked through his pack and started on yours while you told him the story of you and Matt and how abusive he was to you, until you put a restraining order on him. Today was your first time seeing him in over 9 months. Ben listened to you and rubbed his hands up and down your arms when you got too choked up and scoffed in all of the appropriate places in your story.

-

Present time

Ben woke to you mumbling in your sleep, thrashing around the bed you two had been sharing for the last few weeks. After a whimper left your lips he touched your arm and you let out an ear-piercing scream as you sat straight up in bed, pulling your arm away like you had been burned. When you turned and saw Ben’s worried face, tears threatened to spill over, but Ben was quick to wrap you in his arms and shush you softly, rocking you gently.

“Hush now, love.” He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your arms again. “Oh don't cry,” He rocked you some more as you sniffled a little. “I hate it when you cry.” Ben reached back and grabbed his pack of smokes and handed it to you gently. “Was it the same dream? Him again?” 

Not trusting yourself to speak, you just wiggled out of Ben’s grasp and pulled the blanket around your shoulders, lighting a cigarette and handing the pack back to Ben. Ben sighed and took one out too, before leaning back against the headboard, putting the ashtray between you. “Talk to me, y/n.” 

“I'm sorry.” You whispered softly, a single tear slipping free. Trying to wipe it away before Ben could see it, turning your head away from him, but he caught your chin gently and turned it back to him. “I'm sorry i'm broken.” Lower lip trembling and more tears sliding down your face. “You deserve someone who isn't broken.”

“Hey, don't push me away,” He rubbed his thumb over your chin softly, using his other hand to wipe your face. “You are not broken, and you are so much more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. Y/n, I love you so much, and even if you were broken, I would love all of the little pieces.” He gave you a smile, and despite yourself you smiled back at him. “There’s my girl.” He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss and you sighed happily.

“What did I do to deserve you, Benjamin Jones?” 

“You overcame the biggest battle that anyone could go through, I'm just your prize.” He gave you a cheeky smile and a wink, which made you laugh loudly. Your laugh sounding like music to his ears and he brushed your hair behind your ear. “That is my second favorite sound in the whole world.”

“Second favorite, huh?” You smiled up at him, leaning close and placing small, soft kisses along his jaw, slowly working your way down to his neck, feeling a grumble of happiness vibrating through his chest. “What would your first favorite sound be?” touching his jaw slightly, he tilted his head back just enough for you to continue your ministrations, which you did happily.

He licked his lips lightly before pulling your hands from him and rolling so he was hovering over you, bodies molding together instantly. “Well let me show you.” He looked up at you and you giggled lightly as he kissed his way down from your lips, down your chin and onto your neck until you let out a breathy sigh. “That’s not good enough, I'll have to try harder.” He gave you a cocky smile, and you could see the mischief in his eyes.

~x

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Hello! Sorry to bother, but could you possibly do the companions +Maxson reacting to Sosu begin almost killed by a raider in power armor because the raider stepped on Sosu (Who had been previously knocked down) and the raider just slowly keeps adding pressure. I'd greatly prefer romance, if I may. Thank you for your time! I also apologize if this is too graphic, you don't have to do this if it's too gross.

I got really into this one. I’m a sucker for the romanced companions. Please enjoy!

FO4 (❤️) Companions (+Nick, Deacon, & Maxson) React: Sole Getting Slowly Crushed By a Raider in Power Armor

Sole and their companion had spent the greater half of the day attempting to take over Outpost Zimonja from a group of Raiders, and they appeared to have the upper hand.

Just when they thought they had taken out the final Raider, Sole was roughly picked up and slammed onto the ground facedown.

The Raider boss— a man in power armor who called himself Boomer— placed a foot on Sole’s back.

Sole yelped in pain, and the Raider boss let out a sinister laugh.

He stepped on Sole harder, this time resulting in a sickening crack.

Sole’s eyes began to water, and Boomer looked menacingly at [companion].

Preston:

“Is this really necessary?” Preston pled, “How you Raiders get satisfaction from torturing others is beyond me.”

Boomer laughed thunderously.

“Because,” he said, pressing down harder on Sole, “It’s fun to watch them suffer.”

Preston clenched his teeth. He didn’t have the manpower to take down the Raider.

Or did he?

“Now are ya gonna do anything? Or is your little friend gonna be squished like a Radroach?”

Preston set off a flare.

Boomer did not take kindly to this.

“Why I oughta—“

Crack!

Preston used the butt of his musket to crack the Raider’s helmet.

Before the Raider could fight back, he was brought down by the force of about ten bodies tackling him in unison.

The Minutemen had arrived.

Preston ran over to Sole, helped them up, checked to see if they were okay, and then got right back into the heat of the battle.

The surprise ambush had severely weakened Boomer’s armor. He eventually succumbed to the relentless attacks.

“Thank you, everyone. We couldn’t have defeated him without your help.”

When the Minutemen had dispersed, Preston approached Sole and pulled them into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered, “I love you.”

Hancock:

“If you think I’m just gonna sit her and let ya step all over my friend here, then you’ve got another thing comin, punk,” Hancock threatened.

Boomer laughed.

“Yeah? And what’s a ghoul gonna do about it? I could probably snap ya in half between my pinky and my thumb.”

Hancock smirked before reaching into his coat and pulling out a syringe of psychobuff. He injected himself with it, and his mouth immediately contorted into a deranged grin.

“Shoulda quit while you were ahead, pal,” Hancock stated before charging at the enemy.

Boomer staggered a bit, buying Hancock enough time to whip out his knife and stab the Raider’s helmet.

His drug-induced jabs were strong enough to smash through the protective facepiece and right into the Raider’s eyeball.

“ARGH! My fuckin eye!”

Hancock didn’t stop.

He stabbed the raider in the face so frantically that his enemy had become almost unrecognizable.

Boomer fell to the ground just as the drugs began to wear off. Hancock then pulled out his shotgun and blew the man’s head off.

After he was sure Boomer was dead, he helped Sole to their feet, pulling them into a tight embrace.

“That’s what he gets for messin with us, doll,” the ghoul rasped, gently petting Sole’s hair, “I’m just glad you’re doin okay.”

Gage:

“Boomer! What the fuck,” Gage hollered, “Back off!”

“Aw, looks like Gagey’s getting soft, ey?” The raider taunted.

Gage growled.

“You n your little clique here has done nothin but cause problems. We sent ya out here to claim this turf. And ya have. But for yerselves. You lyin, greedy sacks of shit,” the raider continued, “And now yer gonna crush the fuckin overboss? The fuck’s the matter with ya? They already want you dead over in Nuka World. Why not give em another fuckin reason?”

“Do ya think I give a rat’s ass about the overboss, Gage?” he hissed, “The last one ya picked was a fuckin tool. Screwed us all over. How can we trust this one ain’t equally as shitty?”

Boomer chuckled and pressed down harder, causing Sole’s nose to spew blood.

Gage had had enough. He picked up a molotov and whipped it straight into the Raider’s head.

The force of the throw caused the fiery bottle to shatter across Boomer’s face, prompting him to roar in pain.

“Fuck you, Boomer,” Gage as he cradled a severly injured Sole in his arms. He looked at them softly, “Sorry ya had to suffer like that, babe. Ya gonna be alright?”

Sole nodded and Gage gave them a tight hug.

“Yer a real trooper, bo

Cait

Without hesitation, Cait whipped out her baseball bat.

“That’s it! I’m gonna bash yer skull in ye bastard!”

The redhead proceded to furiously whack Boomer on the arms, legs, chest, and head.

The Raider chuckled before lifting Cait off the ground and throwing her behind him like a ragdoll.

Cait hit the ground with a sickening thud before hearing Sole cry out again.

Boomer was crushing them.

Cait racked her brain for ideas when she spotted it: the fusion core.

She gripped her bat tight and bashed the core with all her might. It shattered into a million pieces.

The power armor went limp and she charged into it, effectively knocking Boomer to the ground.

She pulled out her shotgun, ripped off Boomer’s helmet, and stuffed the barrel into his mouth.

“You sure do know how to show a girl a good time,” she scoffed, pulling the trigger.

She scrambled over to her lover, sitting them upright.

“Yer safe now. Please, talk to me darlin,” she pled, slightly shaking Sole. Hert companion groaned and cracked an eye open.

“Yer alive! Oh, thank god!” She exclaimed, planting a rough kiss on their cheek, “I knew ye wouldn’t let yerself die to a spineless raider!”

Piper:

“Stop! You’re hurting [him/her]!”

“You got a good set of eyes there, doll.” Boomer hissed. He applied more pressure to Sole’s back and they let out a weak cry.

“Oh god…”

“Ya gonna try tah free em, or am I gonna haveta crush em?”

Piper racked her brain for ideas, but she was so flustered she couldn’t think of any. He was frozen.

The raider applied more pressure and Sole’s nose started to bleed.

“Blue! I—” before she could finish, something caught her eye. A note.

Boomer if we fucking find out where you’ve been hiding.

We’re coming after you. And we’re going to fucking murder you.

-Shank

Piper grabbed the note and held it up.

“Look bud. I know you’re in some hot water with the raiders, and I happen to be a reporter,” Piper announced, “Let my friend go, or I will make sure every raider across the Commonwealth knows where you’re hiding. Got it?”

Boomer growled.

“Why you little— I oughta— I— argh! Fine!” He said, stepping off Sole and kicking them to the side, “This weak fucker ain’t worth sparin with any of the raider gangs.”

He turned on his heels.

“Not a fuckin peep about my whereabouts. Got it, bitch?”

Piper nodded. “You got it.”

When Shank was out of sight, Piper lifted her injured companion into her arms.

“Oh, Blue. I’m so sorry I couldn't help you sooner than I did,” she cried, “But I’m so happy you’re alive!”

The reporter proceeded to shower her lover in kisses as they weakly clung to her.

MacCready:

“What’s your problem? Let [him/her] go!”

Boomer laughed, “Yeah. I don’t think that’s gonna happen, little man.”

MacCready grit his teeth.

“How much do you want?”

Boomer stopped laughing, his face suddenly serious.

“How much you’ve got to offer?”

MacCready laughed, “Look dude. I know how this goes. I’m not going to be the first to number drop. You want the caps, you name the price.”

Boomer rolled his eyes.

“Fine. 2500.”

“A little high, dontcha think?”

Sole glared at MacCready. If looks could kill, the merc would be six feet under. He caught their gaze and winked at them.

“2300.”

“Do I look like I’m made of caps, pal,” MacCready pressed, “2000 and you got yourself a deal.”

“Fine! Fine! Just give me my fucking money.” Boomer huffed.

MacCready fished through his duster and pulled out the caps.

The Raider greedily accepted the caps and turned around to walk away.

MacCready then helped Sole to their feet and briefly assessed them to see if they had any life-threatening injuries.

They didn’t.

Before Sole had the chance to rip MacCready a new one,however, he gave them a quick peck on the forehead, equipped his sniper, and climbed onto a bluff.

Boomer was still in plain sight. MacCready smirked as he aimed for the fusion core and shot.

He saw Boomer’s armor go limp, before watching him crawl out.

“Excellent.”

The merc aimed for the Raider’s head, held his breath, and pulled the trigger. He watched his enemies head explode, creating a shower of blood and skull fragments.

He then slid down from the bluff and ran up to Sole, pulling them into a hug.

“Before you kill me! I knew the only way to get him off you was to offer caps. I didn’t want to esculate the situation,” MacCready explained. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of Sole’s head, “I didn’t want to risk him hurting you. I didn’t...I couldn’t...I wouldn’t be able to watch you suffer like that. I love you too much.”

Nick:

Ting!

Something barely noticeable hit Boomer’s armor.

“The fuck was that?” He asked, looking around, “Was that you,tin can?”

“Says the guy in the power armor.”

“Yeah, whatever. It was probably a bug or some shit.

Nick smirked and put away the syringer rifle he was holding; the Raider was completely oblivious to the hack dart he had been struck with.

“You know Boomer, I think it would be more badass to crush [name] with your fists. I mean anybody can get crushed. It happens all the time.”

Sole looked horrified, but Nick continued.

“But to crush the life out of someone with your fists, Now that. That’s nothing to scoff at.”

The raider contemplated for a moment and agreed.

“You know what, grandpa? You’re right.”

Boomer picked Sole off the ground with the intent to squeeze the life out of them.

Sole closed their eyes and grit their teeth. They couldn’t believe Valentine, of all people, was a traitor.

“This is gonna be fun” Boomer growled, “Rest in pe—“

He suddenly dropped Sole.

“Hey what the hell?”

He then started to punch himself in the face.

“What...the fuck...is...argh! Goin on!?”

“Stop hitting yourself,” Nick teased, controlling the power armor’s actions, “Why are you hitting yourself?”

“Leave me—argh! Alone!”

“Fine, fine,” Nick agreed, putting down the controls, “Run along now, Boomer.”

“Yeah, I will! And Tenpines Bluff is gonna get the blunt of my anger!”

“He just had to push it, didn’t he?”

Boomer turned on his heels and fled.

Just before he was out of sight, Nick pressed a button and the power armor exploded, instantly killing the hostile Raider.

“Yeah, he isn’t going to be messing with any settlements on my watch,” Nick stated, while walking over to his lover. He held out a hand and Sole accepted it.

“Glad to see you’re alright, dear,” Nick said, pulling Sole into a hug and giving them a kiss on the cheek, “Now. Shall we get moving?”

Curie:

“[Name]!” Curie called, “I will get you vree!”

“Like hell you will.” Boomer called, swinging at Curie. She dodged, and then pulled out a knife.

“Zir! I eenzist you stop!”

Boomer grabbed at her and tried to fling her to the side, but Curie clamped onto his arm.

“H-Hey! Get off!”

He tried shaking her off, but she wouldn’t budge.

“Eef power armor ees anyzing like human anatomy, zen— ”

She swung her knife under the crack between the helmet and the chest piece and sparks went flying. She had severed one of the most important wires in the suit.

“Aha!”

“Argh! You bitch, what the hell did you do!? My power armor ain’t workin!”

Curie took a deep breath and calmed herself before mustering a powerful voice, “Leave or eet eez you’re neck...uh...zir!”

The raider grumbled.

“Fine, whatever. This dump ain’t worth all the trouble anyway.”

When the raider had stomped out of sight, Curie giggled.

“Did I zound zcary, [Madame/Monsieur]? I’ve been practicing my inteemidating voice!”

She helped Sole up and pulled them into an embrace.

“I’m zo glad you are zafe, my love,” Curie whispered, “I was truly worried.”

Danse:

Danse didn’t hesitate— he charged directly at Boomer in his own set of power armor.

The raider was taken aback by Danse’s swift response and staggered a bit.

Danse used this moment of hesitation to deliver a powerful blow to the enemy’s fusion core.

“Shit!”

Shards of glass flew in every direction, the dead suit slumping into a useless pile of metal.

Boomer was forced to crawl out of the suit and meet his opponent face-to-face.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Danse asked, towering over the Raider.

“Fuck you,” Boomer cursed, “Why don’t ya come outta your power armor and make it an even fight?”

“I’m not fighting for entertainment purposes,” Danse explained, trying his hardest to keep his cool, “You tried to kill my friend, and I’m not standing for it.”

“Yeah? And what’s stoppin me now, huh? Just cuz I don’t have fancy armor doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna kill [him/her]!”

“You lay one finger on [him/her], you’re dead,” Danse growled, “Leave. Now.”

“Urgh. Fine. None of ya’lls are worth my time anyway. I’ll just go slaughter some stupid settlers. They’re easy pickins anyway.”

Just as Boomer turned his back, Danse picked him up and piledrived him into the concrete ground. The force of the impact made the Raider’s head splatter.

Sole looked appalled and Danse furrowed his eyebrows.

“I...I didn’t mean for his demise to be quite so...barbaric. I just couldn't stand by and let him walk free knowing he was going to murder innocent civilians,” Danse shook his head, “But enough about that. Are you okay, [name]?”

Sole nodded and Danse smiled. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of their head and opened his arms as if to embrace them, but playfully ruffled their hair instead.

“I would have given you a hug, but I’m sure you’ve exceeded your crushed-by-power-armor quota for the day.”

Maxson

“As the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, I order you to let my partner free.”

“Big talk from a little man in a fluffy jacket.”

Maxson clenched his fist. “You’re digging your own grave, punk.”

Boomer smirked.

“Oh, really? Well, what are you going to do about it?” He hissed, pressing down on Sole’s back harder. Sole let out a yelp.

“This!” Maxson tossed a signal grenade and within seconds two Vertibirds appeared overhead.

“What is this shit?”

A storm of bullets rained down on the Raider.

“ARGH!!”

Sole got pelted by a few bullets, but the Raider absorbed most of them.

The next thing they knew, Sole was being lifted off the ground

“You’re safe now, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Maxson reassured, carrying Sole to the nearest Vertibird, “I wasn’t going to let that scoundrel crush you.”

When Sole and Maxson made it into the aircraft, the Elder planted a kiss on their forehead.

“We’ll have Cade examine you for injuries, but you should be alright. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Deacon:

Deacon— who had managed to strip down to his underwear and throw on a brahmin skull— started clapping, prompting Boomer to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Wha—?”

“Congrats! You’ve passed!” Deacon exclaimed.

“Passed? Passed what? Who the fuck are you?”

Deacon pretended to be surprised.

“Wha—you don’t know me? I’m Bones. From HQ? I was sent out to test the raider bosses. Yanno, see if they can hold their own against intruders.”

Boomer scoffed, “Well of course I fuckin passed then. I ain’t no pushover.”

“Right,” Deacon smirked, “Well, you’ve earned yourself a shipment of supplies. Just clean up the corpses and let my partner go.”

Boomer nodded and stepped off Sole. Sole took a few moments to recuperate before scrambling to their feet. Deacon winked at them,

“Thanks. We’ll be on our way now.”

When Sole and Deacon had gotten far enough away from the raider boss, the duo loaded up a Fat Man and sent a mini nuke his way.

“Enjoy the shipment, jackass!”

[generaldisdainn]

Conception

Kristanna smut week 2020 day 1: In a family way

Word count: 2500

Rating: M (duh)

AO3 link

Anna and Kristoff want to start a family. 

Anna was nervous. She knew she had no reason to be. It’s not like they hadn’t discussed the possibility of this before, it’s just that, they had only spoken in hypotheticals. What if…? No, she wouldn’t let herself be consumed by doubt. She needed to just go for it. Anna took a breath and turned the handle of her chamber door.

“Kristoff?” she called, hoping her husband was already in their shared room. If she wasn’t able to tell him right now, she feared she would lose her nerve and just drop the question entirely. She didn’t want that.

“In here!” he replied from the bathroom. He stepped into the bedroom and smiled when he saw her, her nerves melting away as he approached her with open arms. “I missed you,” he murmured, bringing her into his chest and inhaling deeply. She relaxed into his hold, always able to find comfort in her strong mountain man.

Despite her royal obligations these past few years, they were never closer, Anna always making time for her king, and Kristoff making sure that his ice harvesting trips never kept him away for too terribly long. He had even begun to enjoy some of their royal duties as king and queen, namely the charity events they held. Anna would always stand back and watch with proud eyes as Kristoff doted over the children there, making sure everyone got their share of food and blankets during the cold winter months. He loathed some of the formalities: the meeting of other royal couples and the large banquets, but Kristoff had found his place as king. He was a trailblazer for education, leading the conversations as they met with school teachers about what they could do to help the children of Arendelle thrive. He opened the castle to a family whose house was destroyed in a fire, and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Anna when he led the family’s three adorable children out to meet the reindeer and participated in their games of hide and seek in the castle gardens.

It was moments like these that made Anna so certain that she wanted to start a family with him. Obviously they needed an heir to the throne, but it was so much more than that. It was how their love for each other grew every day. Sometimes she felt almost selfish for keeping all of this love to herself. She knew that, given the chance, Kristoff would be an amazing father who could share that love with a beautiful family.

It was there in Kristoff’s arms that Anna gave into herself. Nerves aside, she knew what her husband’s response would be to her statement. “Kristoff, I want to start a family.”

Kristoff drew back. At first glance, his eyes showed fear, but Anna quickly realized that they sparkled not with fear, but with hope. “I know we’ve talked about this, but you mean, now? You’re ready?” he asked. A smile began to pull at his lips.

Anna nodded, feeling the beginnings of tears in her eyes. Why was she ever nervous?

Kristoff grabbed her and twirled her around, something he often did with ease. Hearing the sparkling laugh it got out of his wife always made his heart soar, but this time, it was him who was laughing. He seemed so giddy. He placed her back on the ground and pulled her into a strong, loving kiss, one that sent a shiver down her spine. “I love you so much,” he murmured into her mouth.

Just as she was starting to melt into the kiss, he pulled back again. “And, you’re sure, right? Because I mean we don’t have to try for anything right away we can still—“

Anna cut him off with a chaste kiss and laughed. Always looking out for her. Always making sure she was okay. She had never been more sure of anything in her entire life. “I want to start trying tonight, Kristoff. I’m positive. I love you.”

“We’re going to have a baby,” Kristoff whispered in her ear. Anna smiled at his words. She nodded and grabbed his face, gently tilting his chin so that they were gazing at each other.

Kristoff smiled and kissed her lips, but he didn’t stay there for long. His lips moved to her cheek, her ear, and then down her neck, taking root at a place that made Anna’s breath hitch in her throat. His hands ran the length of her back, her dainty fingers trailing feather-like touches up and down his strong arms. She shuddered as she felt his fingers sneak to the ties of her dress. He had become somewhat of an expert at the complicated knots of her dresses, never once removing his mouth from her neck as he fiddled with the strings. Soon the dress came undone, and it pooled onto the floor around Anna’s ankles.

Kristoff stepped back and sighed. Anna noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled, pride swelling in her chest.

“All we’ve done is kiss,” she giggled, pointing to his pants.

Kristoff jokingly glared at her and pulled off his top in one smooth motion. “Have you seen who I’m kissing?” he retorted.

Now it was Anna’s turn to blush and stare. The definition of muscles in his arms and chest, the soft roundness of his stomach—it all sent a spike of desire straight to her core.

A lot of times their sex was rough and feverish. Both spent frequent nights tied up with their respective duties, meaning that they were eager and ready for bed by the end of the day. They were both impatient, stripping away each other’s clothes and fucking passionately under the moonlight, slipping quickly into slumber immediately afterwards.

Tonight, however, as Kristoff guided Anna over to the bed, she noticed that he was being slower, more deliberate. She noticed herself doing the same, the overwhelming love they both felt spilling over into long, gentle kisses and overjoyed giggles. Anna felt like she was glowing, the thought of creating a life with this man pulsing through her like waves of warm light.

Delicate fingers guided Anna’s bustier off of her. She was bare before him, the only thing protecting her from the chill of the night air being her lacy panties.

His eyes were hungry, scanning over her body. He laid her down, gently, placing a kiss on her cheek. He kissed down her neck once more.

Anna squirmed beneath him, a breathy moan escaping her when his lips lightly trailed over the peak of her breast. Kristoff was so loving with his touches, soft lips and gentle tongue lapping at her nipple. Anna’s hands flew up to take hold in his hair as he worked. Her hips bucked up against him as his teeth tugged at one of her peaks and his fingers pinched and rolled the other. His tongue flicked against her nipple while his hand took her breast into loving squeezes, kneading it in his calloused palm and using his fingers to play with the erect bud.

“I love you so much.” The words tumbled out of her as she pulled Kristoff back up to capture him in her mouth. They kissed, lips dancing together as hands roamed and explored. Anna’s slender fingers traced patterns into the definition of his back. She loved the expanse of skin on his back, all worn and strong from years of labor, yet still soft and warm to the touch.

Kristoff groaned as she bit and tugged at his bottom lip. Her hands slipped up into his hair and she ruffled and gave it a slight tug, relishing the hitch in his breathing. His hair was always a bit long and shaggy, but she adored how it looked when it fell into his face, and she loved how it always gave her a place to grab onto when they made love. Her lips traveled to his ear and she exhaled hot breath there, murmuring all of the things she was going to do to him and how much she loved him. Kristoff fell against her in a heap and she rolled him over triumphantly. If she ever wanted control, all she had to do was whisper into Kristoff’s ear and he was gone, turned into a pool of panting and thrusting hips aching for pressure. She loved watching as he squirmed, loved watching the way his cock strained against his pants for her. She loved him, and she wanted to make him feel that love.

Anna worked her way down his chest. She stopped to suck at that spot near the waistline of his pants that made him twitch before finally taking his pants and undergarments in her hand and sliding them down his legs.

Kristoff clamored out of his clothes, the patience he exhibited before dissipating into need. He laid obediently down on the bed. A high pitched moan escaped his mouth as Anna looked him in the eyes and licked a tongue up his shaft. At first, Kristoff had been shy about the softer, higher-pitched moans that left him, but as the two explored each other, Kristoff was able to relax and shed the masculine image he felt the need to portray as king and ice harvester. With her, he was just Kristoff, and he could let his voice come out in a kaleidoscope of tones and pitches.

She loved the way his eyes fluttered closed and his head threw back the second she brought a tongue to his member. The way his cock grew and pulsed in her mouth was intoxicating, and the taste of the precum that leaked out of the head had grown to be something that she lapped up eagerly each time she sucked his cock. She moved her mouth up and down, his fingers tangling themselves in her fiery red hair.

“Yes, God, fuck,” the words tugged themselves out of Kristoff’s lips, strained and airy as he panted and moaned to the rhythm of his sweet Anna’s mouth. Suddenly he pulled at her hair, coaxing her up off of his cock.

Anna was left with her mouth open, a thin line of saliva still clinging to the tip of her tongue. Kristoff guided her back up to him and took her face in his hands. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was tousled and messy, but Anna didn’t think she had ever thought he was sexier.

“We’re going to have a baby,” he whispered again, the excitement he felt something too magical to be kept inside.

Anna giggled and nodded, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Kristoff took her in his arms, wrapping her up and breathing her in. He took in his beautiful Anna, feeling the cold tip of her nose pressed against his chest, the sensation of warm air from her breath tickling his chest.

She felt safe and warm and bright. She felt like she was home. And soon, this home would be joined by another soul, another life. A child that shared the best in her and the best in him. A strong, gentle, spunky little lifeform that they would share and love. Together.

No words needed to be spoken between the two. Kristoff laid Anna down on the bed, pressing her gently beneath him. She was enveloped in warmth and strength, the smell of ice, pine, and winter skies circling her body. She felt so tiny beneath him, so powerless, and yet, this is where she felt the safest. Kristoff’s soft lips grazed her neck and she giggled. She felt him smile against her skin and he playfully nipped at her. There was so much joy between them.

Silence befell the two once more for a moment as Kristoff straightened himself and positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel her warmth and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from diving into her. Their eyes met and she smiled, a sight that melted his heart.

“Are you ready?” It was a simple question, one that had been asked in this context before, and yet, it had never carried this weight. Anna nodded in response, and then, he was inside of her.

It was slow and deliberate. Kristoff lowered himself so that he could press his lips to her cheek and caress her body beneath him as he thrusted into her.

Her hands grasped at his strong back as he hit a spot inside of her that made her hips buck up in pleasure. Moans slipped from her lips with increasing frequency, something that would have once made her worry that they would be heard, but now that they were married, she didn’t care if the whole castle knew how good he made her feel.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He pulled up to gaze into her eyes. “I love you so much.”

She couldn’t stop smiling, even as he hit that place inside of her with each thrust of his hips that made her cry out in pleasure. He was speeding up, his thighs hitting hers with a delicious slapping sound and his hand bracing himself against the mattress so he could angle himself in the way he knew she liked. Anna silently thanked whoever had made this bed so damn sturdy.

“Are- are you sure about this? I’m getting close. I-”

Anna silenced him, pulling him down so that his lips were pressed against her own. “I love you so much, Kristoff. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life. Please, come inside of me.”

Kristoff placed a quick kiss on her forehead. He thrusted into her at a speed that never failed to impress Anna, and soon, he was gone, for the first time not having to worry about pulling out or finishing into his hand. He emptied himself inside of her, hot fluids filling her in the most delightful way. She would certainly need a shower after this, but for now, she reveled in the feeling of him filling her in the most intimate way.

Kristoff grunted and collapsed on top of her as he came, thighs twitching and cock pulsing as the steady stream of cum came to an end.

“That was-”

“Amazing,” Anna said, finishing his thought. 

He held her tightly and nuzzled into her neck.

After a quick shower, Anna and Kristoff were all cuddled in bed. Usually, they would have fallen asleep by now, but the two were talking and laughing, coming up with baby names and talking about where to put the nursery.

“You know,” Anna began, Kristoff’s hands holding her dainty ones and stroking them with his thumbs. “Just because you came inside of me once doesn’t mean I’m going to get pregnant.”

“I know. That’s why I was thinking, if you didn’t mind, we could try again tomorrow morning, and tomorrow evening, and well, any time, really.”

Anna giggled at Kristoff’s sheepish smirk and placed a kiss on his nose. “I would love that.”

[makeste]

BnHA Vigilantes Chapters 59 - 65: Emergency Catch-Up Blog

before I start, please be advised that the following post will contain a potential MAJOR SPOILER FOR CHAPTER 253, which has not yet been released! please don’t be an idiot like me and spoil yourselves, guys. stay safe.

but anyways yes, this is my recap post for Those Chapters of Vigilantes. at long last. hooray! by the way this is barely edited at all, on account of it being a rush job (see re: the “Emergency” bit in the header). just some raw, unfiltered, [CENSORED SPOILER THING] thoughts and feelings! hopefully it’s readable; when I have more time I’ll try and clean it up a bit more.

so now, first off, credit where credit is due because omg

bless you anon, you saved my life

but let me backtrack! looool so guys, I did a dumb thing and peeked at a spoiler, and read the name “Shirakumo”, and was like FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK and noped out, but it was too late lol. so then I was like “HOW DO I CATCH UP ON THE ENTIRETY OF VIGILANTES IN LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, fully aware that I probably wasn’t going to do shit and would most likely just spend tomorrow apologizing and shrugging my way through the new chapter. and by the way guys, I’ll go ahead and throw in one of those apologies now, because I’ve had at least a dozen anons implore me to pick up Vigilantes, and I’m fully aware that Aizawa’s past has been covered (including one (1) cloudy boi), and that it’s really good. I just haven’t had the energy to do it! because reading and liveblogging are two very different things, and the latter just takes so much more time and energy honestly. so I kept putting it off and off and off, and now here I am

but then this ask came along telling me exactly which chapters to read in order to get the context I need! so seriously anon, you are the MVP of my week, and I appreciate this so, so much. I am now off to read those chapters, and I apologize to everyone again, but while I will liveblog them, it’ll probably be kind of a rush job due to the circumstances. like I won’t get into every single detail here, because it’s six whole chapters. but I’ll do my best

hmm I don’t know what constitutes the second half of chapter 59 lol so here I am reading the whole damn thing

AIZAWA BEING FRIENDS WITH MIDNIGHT, AND MIDNIGHT HAS A CAT OH GOSH

looool

personally, Aizawa hated school. he would never ever dream of becoming a teacher. how ridiculous. irrational af

“we’ll have you teaching at U.A. soon enough” psssh. not this man, sister

he’s hanging up on her now. honestly I am glad I did not skip the first part of this chapter lol

some wolfman is chasing the protag of this series whose name I forgot, as well as a little girl and ANOTHER CAT. this series has so many cats?! apparently!?

Aizawa is saving the cat. the hero we deserve

the protag whose name I am about to look up wants to adopt the cat, which prompts Aizawa to launch into a 2500-word essay on why he should not adopt the cat

okay the kid’s name is Koichi. he’s apparently 19 in the series, but I don’t know how old he is in this particular scene though because I have the vague impression that the series at large takes place in present-day BnHA time, which would mean this is definitely a flashback. so. ??

OHO, NOW IT’S A FLASHBACK WITHIN A FLASHBACK!!? so this is the Aizawa past thing everyone’s been all “!!!!” about. well here you go guys

young Shouta is staring at an abandoned kitty in a box in the rain

he left the cat, but also left his umbrella over it, awww

and he arrived at class all wet. and his teacher says he can go change his clothes, but he’s all “NAH I’M EMO SO I’LL JUST STAY LIKE THIS”, wow

“I’m powerless” jesus christ Shou get a grip

here comes Present Mic to forcibly lift his best bud’s spirits. they’re in second year apparently

Present Mic, and I mean this in the most loving and affectionate way possible, is the most annoying man on the planet

how was he not just constantly punched in the face at all times. like constantly walking around being punched by people

well well well

something horrible is sure going to happen to you, isn’t it? here I thought you were probably dead, but I’m kinda getting the inkling [SPOILERS, FOLKS, I’M SERIOUS] you’re gonna maybe show up in the latest chapter of the main series, so I guess not! congratulations I guess?? OR MAYBE NOT

“dammit Shirakumo” oh so it’s like that

their teacher deserves a raise. never thought we’d see another U.A. faculty member more done with life than Aizawa himself

hey Shirakumo is giving Shouta his umbrella back, but what about the cat?! SHIRAKUMO ARE YOU REALLY A NICE GUY, I’M NOT SURE YET

meanwhile he’s stripping naked in the middle of class. oh yes. I forgot Vigilantes was like this

he’s using his cloud quirk to censor himself where it counts

“and inside this cloud... is this charming little creature” lol we think he’s talking about his penis but then he pulls out the cat! WELL NEVER MIND THEN SHIRAKUMO

so Shouta is sitting around thinking emo thoughts that are gradually giving way to some decidedly un-hetero thoughts about Shirakumo, who’s doing that shounen thing where he smiles with his eyes closed while being silhouetted against the bright sun. maaaaan. Aizawa you are hella gay my dude

okay next chapter and they’re being assigned internships

Shirakumo’s hero costume is... well let’s just say it’s a good thing he’s got such a badass quirk

he’s riding around on that cloud like Goku. like a fucking Lakitu from Super Mario

now the teachers are talking about the three boys and whether they’ll be able to land internships

“Yamada shouldn’t have a problem. his voice quirk has applications in battle, rescue, and entertainment. but the boy’s a bit distractible.” okay first of all how the hell would Mic ever rescue a person with his quirk. fucking scream them to safety or what. and second, by distractible you mean punchable right. again, all the love

oh my god he’s so cute

lmao this is seriously my favorite picture of Aizawa ever. GO GETTEM SLUGGER

so Shouta is getting bullied by some guy with a decidedly Katsuki-ish quirk, except he shoots jets of fire out of his hands. but anyway he says that fighting Shouta is boring. SHUT UP, YOU. YOU’RE BORING

Shouta is so emo. but he really does want to be a good hero, he just doesn’t know how. he seems very frustrated

he’s lecturing Kumo on not giving people-food to the cat. and now he has picked up the cat and is cradling and bottle-feeding it like an infant. bless

this manga really has a gag panel of the cat pissing on Shirakumo afterwards, like. see this is another reason why I haven’t exactly been in a rush to read it sob. my sense of humor doesn’t really seem to align with Furuhashi’s

oH MY GOD

high school Midnight is the coolest person I have ever seen and I want to be just like her when I grow up

aaaaand she is literally not wearing any clothes except that belt and those boob-holsters. which, I mean, it’s not like she really dresses any differently in the main series, but this being Vigilantes, I’m sure we’ll get another half a dozen pages showing extreme close-ups of her costume from various angles. again, another area where this series and I don’t quite see eye to eye, but it’s all right since we’re just passing through here

and one year later they wrote a literal law limiting how much exposed skin a hero costume can show. oh Midnight. meanwhile I forgot how much this series makes me appreciate Horikoshi, flaws and all. I’ll take a thousand Minetas over this shit honestly. at least Mineta always gets his comeuppance. but anyway

they have named the cat “Sushi”

Midnight is straight up taking the cat lmao

Yamada got an internship. one down, two to go

Midnight’s back and showing them a video of the cat pooping. one joke about the cat’s bathroom habits in a single chapter was not enough, we’re going for two. not like we have anything more important to cover, like Aizawa getting an internship and something terrible and tragic happening to his boyfriend. let’s just keep talking about cat poop

okay here we go, Midnight says her boss will take them as interns

“Loud Cloud” lmao. home run hero name. GOAT

so Shouta’s chasing a villain and nearly got crushed by a safe that he threw at him, but he’s being saved by some guy who I’m guessing is his boss

oh my

this is the kind of weirdness that only a manga can get away with. I wonder how this idea came into being and whose idea it was, Horikoshi’s or Furuhashi’s. maybe the two of them hitting each other up back and forth in a text chain. “so I’m doing Aizawa’s flashback now, who do you want to have him to intern under?” “hmm I don’t know but I was thinking literally Prince”

Prince is chewing Shouta out something fierce

I thought I was prepared for these Aizawa flashbacks, but some things you can never be prepared for

lol he asked Shouta how he fucked up, and Shouta started listing all of his tactical errors, and Prince interrupted him and is all “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT THAT GLOOMY FACE” listen son just who do you think your intern is. THAT’S JUST HIS FACE LEAVE HIM ALONE

he says Aizawa wears his stress all over his sleeve and bums people out

he’s telling him to smile! now where have we heard that philosophy before

hello

I’m just reblogging this panel because of reasons

so Shouta is sulking in the locker room, and Shirakumo is showering off and says his MO is to keep smiling even when he screws up

now Midnight is texting Shouta 500 cat pictures

lmao we can’t see Shouta’s face, but Kumo is streaking in and is all “THERE’S THAT SMILE, SUNSHINE!!!!”

OH SHIT NOW IT’S A FEW DAYS LATER AND THE VILLAIN IS BACK BUT THIS TIME SHOUTA DONE GOT HIM SOME GOGGLES!! the path from adorable to sexy begins. the Longbottoming

oh shit the goggles belong to Shirakumo. the gayening. and they were roommates

Shouta’s using his quirk!

and the bad guy is all “I don’t need my quirk to crush you” and straight up demolishing the fucking pavement yikes

and Kumo is leaping at him from above and whomping him on the head

yay they caught him. and Shouta is...

he’s trying. they’ll coax a real smile out of him yet! just show him a Youtube compilation of Logical Ruses

now he and Shirakumo have matching pairs of goggles. I’m just gonna assume this means they are married

the fire hands bully guy from earlier is coming over to start some shit again

he says he also realized the importance of eye protection through his internship. and Mic says he stole the idea from him

now the class is partnering off for two-on-two battle training, and Kumo is partnering with Shouta

they’re going up against Mic and Fire Hands, and for some reason they’re making a wager of it. whoever loses has to stop wearing glasses. this is easily the stupidest thing I have seen in this series yet, not to mention the most accurate

Kumo’s grinning at Shouta and saying the goggles symbolize their friendship and they have to defend them. you know, lovable scamp stuff

now Shirakumo and Shouta are double teaming the Fire Hands guy and taking him out in seconds because OF COURSE THEY DID. lol he never fucking stood a chance

but Shouta’s handing the glasses back and says that two-on-one isn’t fair so he’s calling the wager off

aaaand Fire Hands is snatching them back and stomping on them. and says he doesn’t need them

listen you dingus, yes you do fucking need them. and also he says he didn’t lose! wow this guy really has his head up his ass. I’d say he reminds me of a CERTAIN SOMEONE, but you know what, I’ll give Mr. Certain Someone his fair credit though, because he managed to get his shit together long before his second year. Fire Hands still needs to grow up

the teacher is telling him he missed the point of the exercise, and FH is literally ignoring him and running off wow

apparently Mic also gave up his sunglasses and got himself a pair of goggles. well we know that’s not gonna last. and for that matter, Shouta’s gonna change out his goggles for a different model as well. ohhhhh some tragedy is on the horizon I just know it, this is gonna hurt

Shirakumo says the three of them should start their own agency. ahhh. buddy I’m here reading this from the future, and I gotta tell you, son... shit’s awkward as fuck

and he’s pointing out all the different ways they complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses

Shouta says he can’t do anything on his own, but Kumo says that just means he’s suited to teamwork

Kumo’s inviting Midnight to join them, but she’s declining lol

Shouta’s looking at the sky all dramatically. oh baby this is it isn’t it. things are about to get rough

“one week later”

NOO THEY HURT MY PRECIOUS PRINCE

SOMEONE IS CALLING FOR BACKUP AND THE CAMERA IS ZOOMING IN ON A BUSTED UP PAIR OF GOGGLES, FUCK EVERYTHING

now we’re cutting to Mic and Fire Hands and FH replaced his sunglasses with a pair of goggles. goggles are just the in thing now

Fire Hands talks about Aizawa so much I’m starting to ship the two of them now as well. damn Shouta how many high school boyfriends did you have??

so they’re fighting off some toad monster and it’s absorbing all their attacks

meanwhile Shouta and Kumo are literally helping kindergartners to cross the street

look at this

it’s beyond my comprehension how anyone could possibly mistake this man for anything but a future teacher

even Kumo is commenting on how natural he is at working with kids

oH MY GOD the kids waved goodbye and said “bye Eraserhead” and it prompted a little smile

Kumo says Shouta psychs himself out and convinces himself he can’t do stuff, but really he can do just about anything if he puts his mind to it. aww. and he’s right!!

oh shit here comes the toad

so this toad’s name is Garvey, and he’s literally wanted for murder oh shit. and he has a Fatgum-like quirk that can absorb attacks and store them up to release them

and some idiots hit him with a combined attack that ended up powering him the fuck up. well shit

so Prince is placing a rose in between his teeth and getting ready to fight this toad off. do it I believe in you

now a lot is happening all at once, jesus. Shouta and Kumo were trying to evacuate the kids but then the toad just appeared right there like wtf, and then Prince also showed up out of nowhere and went to hit the thing with a flying jump kick

aaaand he’s getting blasted into a building

oof. and getting even further blasted now. welp

Kumo’s protecting the kiddos with his Nimbus quirk!

OH FUCKING SHIT AND THEN HE GOT CRACKED IN THE HEAD BY A GIANT FALLING ROCK

um

is this bitch fucking dead now. I can’t believe they fucking Obitoed my bro Shirakumo

so now the toad is looming over them, and Shouta realizes he’s the only one left standing, and all his doubts are filtering into his mind as he desperately tries to think of how to stop him

and Shirakumo’s... gourd... thing... is klunking in out of nowhere, and it has a little speaker on it, and it’s all “YOU GOT THIS AIZAWA” and wtf. this is like something out of a weird fever dream

OH SHIT BOYS AIZAWA SHOUTA DONE GOT HIS GAME FACE ON NOW

THE LONGBOTTOMING CONTINUES

so now he’s leaping fifty feet into the air, somehow, and thinking that his Erasure quirk will at least level the playing field. well all right then! you go boy

now it’s raining and of course bolts of lightning are dramatically hitting the ground all around them

Shouta’s kicking off the lil power toad lumps one by one lol

literally just jumping all around and kickin’ stuff

oof he took a bad hit. but he’s sitting back up!

Kumo’s disembodied gourd voice keeps shouting encouragement at him though, idk. so there’s that

he says Shouta’s strong and he won’t lose, and Shouta is all “RAHHHHHHH.” you guys, if 1-A ever found out about this flashback they would never let the man live it down. hell I’m not gonna let him live it down. okay then. Mr. RAHHHHHH

he’s doing some weird stuff with his capture weapon now. I think maybe he grabbed a rock with it and chucked it at the guy

and now the guy is shooting all his toad lumps at Shouta all at once! WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

yooooo Shouta literally grabbed them all with the capture weapon and he’s CHUCKIN’ EM ALL INTO THE DUDE’S MOUTH Y’ALL THIS IS SOME REAL FUCKING SHIT LMAO GET WRECKED

so the guy is blowing up from the inside out. yeah that’s what you get for murdering Shouta’s childhood friend you piece of shit

and Shouta’s collapsing in exhaustion but happily shouting “SHIRAKUMO I DID IT” before he passes out. oh my god don’t tell me Kumo is already dead and Shouta just hallucinated his voice or some shit. THEN WHO WAS GOURD omg

oooooof here we go

[places both hands on Shouta’s shoulders and looks him dead in the eye] son I don’t know how to tell you this, but Shirakumo has been dead for twenty years

wow can someone just fucking tell Shouta already so he stops depressing everyone and making an idiot out of himself. geez how long are you all gonna stand around despondently shooting knowing looks at each other in the rain

so they’re picking up the gourd speaker thing and OF COURSE it’s visibly broken and there’s no possible way Kumo’s voice could have been coming out of it. especially since he has been dead for twenty years. here’s a picture of his grave. oh shit what’s that little grave right next to his?? OH MY GOD IT’S THE CAT. OH MY GOD

oh fuck me

Y’ALL REALLY DID THESE BABIES LIKE THAT. HORIKOSHI!! FURUHASHI!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW I WANT A WORD!!

so now Fire Hands, who is trying his best to be comforting but is just SO BAD AT IT, is all “Aizawa you went toe to toe with this thing and beat it YOURSELF!! ALL ALONE!!!” jesus christ I need a minute

OH DAMN A CALLBACK TO THE RAIN “THIS KINDA FITS OUR VIBE RIGHT NOW” LINE but now it’s saaaaaaaad oh no

I mean. I knew going in that this was going to be Aizawa’s sad childhood flashback about his friend Shirakumo whom something very terrible happened to. it’s not like I’m even surprised. I knew what I was getting myself into here. but damn that still hurts

do you guys think that having a permanent image of his best friend forever immortalized as a cheerful seventeen-year-old, and being forever haunted by the memory of that seventeen-year-old being cut down in the prime of his life, might have given Aizawa Shouta lasting trauma which carried over into his adulthood and makes him do desperately reckless things when children are at risk, such as leaping into battle against an army of villains all alone. dammit now I want to grab every single problem child of 1-A and shake them roughly and scream at them for all the sleepless nights they have doubtless caused this man

so now here he and Mic are both being sad

aww Mic. I’m sorry I keep wanting to punch you in the face. it’s just reflex

and now it’s one year later and the class is gearing up for the sports festival

well look who is almost fully done with his metamorphosis

you will soon be a beautiful butterfly

he is literally going to sleep in the middle of class. well depression makes people tired. sigh

he’s got his familiar goggles now! and he’s kicking FH’s ass and lecturing him on how to fight better. damn his character development is complete

and he’s helping FH to his feet aww. definitely boyfriends. this man gets around

his teachers now say that Shouta has gotten too complacent, if anything, and phones everything in once he knows he’s got a passing grade, and only gets passionate when it comes to practical exercises

and now we’re cutting to the gym and Shouta is indeed training passionately while Mic sits in the corner looking bummed. all these kids have been through far too much in their young lives

Shouta’s handing in his career aspiration form, and he wrote that he wants to start his own agency and focus on “fighting, and nothing else”

his scruffy facial hair is already starting to come in now. it’s true what they say, having a tragic past does indeed make you hotter

anyways but can we get this boy a hug!? anybody?? hello??!?

now they’re graduating and Shouta is disappearing in a poof of smoke and now there’s this big panel with flashbacks to his career up to the current point in Vigilantes!

and we’re back in the ~present~ and he’s telling Koichi to take good care of that cat. aaaand, I guess that’s that. geez. that was a lot

so there you go! the Aizawa flashbacks! they were very sad! all in all I really enjoyed them! so now, if Shirakumo isn’t actually dead (seeing as it’s a shounen manga that pays homage to comic books, so safe to say that People Not Actually Being Dead is a Certified Phenomenon, like it’s definitely a THING THAT CAN SOMETIMES HAPPEN), well then. tomorrow’s chapter is sure going to be interesting to say the least. lulz but maybe I’ve got it all wrong though. guess I’ll find out!