#but it feels nice having these lovely girls scampering around

[kojidesu]

i love having rats because its like. waow. theres creature. in there. causing problems right now!!!!!!

[kyracooneyx23]

Baby Fever

Leah Williamson x reader

Summary: you'd always heard your friends talk about how much they wanted kids but had never felt the same until now

You'd never thought much about having kids, it just had never been one of your big dreams in life.

When all your friends at kinder would dress up as mum's holding toy babies on free dress days when the theme was dress up as what you want to be in the future days, you would always come dressed in an oversized football jersey with a ball constantly at your feet.

Or whilst people would play mums and dads and you'd instead run off and kick a ball around on your own for the whole lunch.

You didn't not want to be a mum, you just would've preferred to focus on your football career for now, you were still young.

But all this changed whilst you were walking around after the game against Leicester with Katie.

The two of you had your sights set on the area not to far away where most of the other girls were standing.

You spot Leah holding a little boy in her arms whilst talking with Beth and Lotte. When you're closer to the group you speak; 'who's this little one?'

Leah beamed at your sudden appearance next to her, 'go on and tell her your name sweets.' your girlfriend urges the small boy in her arms, and you grin seeing how Leah's interacting with the small kid.

'Henry.' The little boy said in a soft voice, his British accent breaking through, as he shyly buried his head into Leah's neck.

'It's nice to meet you Henry,' You smile slightly lowering yourself so you were at a closer height to the blonde boy

'Are you Leah's friend?'

'She's my girlfriend,' Leah's corrects 'I've told you about her before,'

Henry nodded , then slid down Leah’s body and scampered over to a man calling his name. You watched with a smile as he ran off, his little feet pattering on the ground. Leaning your head on Leah’s shoulder, you said, “He’s absolutely adorable. Is he your nephew?”

Leah’s face softened as she watched Henry. “No, he’s my cousin’s kid,” she explained. “But I do love spending time with him.”

You smiled at Leah, feeling a warmth in your chest. 'You played great today baby.'

Leah only hummed in response, moving her body so her head was leaning up against your chest 'yeah but I missed you.'

'I haven't seen you for 10 minutes, we just played a full 90 minutes of football together babe.' you chuckle.

'That's ten minutes too long.' she whined, squeezing you tight and only letting go when Henry shouted her name and waved something above his head to show the English defender. 'He's the sweetest.'

You silently agree, ever since you'd seen Leah with Henry your head had been clouded with thoughts of your future and what it would look like with children of your own running around your house. 'You're going to be a really good mum one day.'

'to our kids?' she quirked an eyebrow a cheeky smirk breaking out on her face.

'yeah, to our kids.' your smile grew as you saw the huge grin that spread across your girlfriends dace as soon as you confirmed it.

'reckon we should get started soon?' She leaned closer, if that was even possible, to whisper. 'I want enough to make a full football team.'

you laughed and teasingly pushed her away. 'you'll be the one pushing them out if you want that.'

she quickly grabbed you in her arms again, pulling you closer just like how she always wanted it to be. You'd always been very affectionate together and even though you'd tell her to tone down the pda in front of all the 60,000 fans, she just always had to be close to you somehow. 'I can't wait for our future together.'

'Yeah? when are you going to propose to me then?' you grinned cheekily.

'That's a secret! don't you give me those eyes.'

[romanarose]

oooo I got a worst Logan blurb for you if that’s okay. But Logan with a new girlfriend that treats him like he’s her absolute world. Like maybe they’ve been dating for a few months, enough for it to be serious, and they’re both involved in each other’s lives pretty significantly. But she just really cares for him, genuinely, and not to overwhelm him, but he’s the background on her phone, and she’ll put him first compared to other important things in her life. Just super sweet and fluff. Feel free to change anything, thank you

Absolutly!!! I love this Idea!!!!

Whole World

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Logan loved coming home. Even better, he loved having a home to come to in the first place, and he loved his girlfriend that was so freshly living with him that her boxes were still unpacked, and several heavy ones were still in his truck bed.

Logan calls your name, and within a second he hears the pitter patter of your feet running, scampering down the stares and around the corner.

"LOGAN!!!" You're face brightens immidiatly and so does his day. You looked so cute, little blue jeans peaking out from under a big shirt, and mismatched goofy socks on your feet. You run to him, and Logan doesn't hesitate to pick your up and spin you around.

"Heya baby, how was your day?" He asks when he settles down, staying carrying you. Your legs lock around his waste as he takes you to the kitchen.

He sets you down on the counter. "Good! Got a lot unpacked, Sorry, I meant to have dinner ready." You pout, but he just chuckles, reaching around you to turn on the oven.

"You were busy, don't be sorry. Besides, I can cook too."

"You're making frozen pizza, aren't you?"

"Always." He grabs a pop tart packet.

You whine a little. "You need real food! You work hard."

"So do you, baby." Logan plops the pop tart in your mouth. "Now, talk to me while I 'Cook.' Been wait'n all day to hear your voice."

So you did. As the pizza cooked you watched as he nailed some pictures to the walls, nodding his head and occasionally making little comments, even as you caught him up on the newest episode of the bachelorette.

"I can't believe Tyler did that." He played along with your chatter. He was really so perfect. Your loving man did so much for you, he was your everything. He worked hard, did all the silly romance stuff like buy you flowers and you liked to think you returned the favor. Logan came before everything else, not that he asked for it. He asked for so little, and sometimes it hurt your heart that he didn't ask for more. Did he not understand he deserved the whole world?

After dinner, you guys go outside for a peaceful evening of some yard work. You wanted a garden, so Logan had been working o tearing up some of the lawn and creating a border. Meanwhile, you weeded the backyard, the two of you just listening to music together. When Logan takes off his shirt, you stare at him, hard. Tense, rippling muscles dripping with sweat, moving and flexing all for you. He deserved a treat.

"I'm gonna head inside, Lo."

"Okay baby, I'll be inside in a few, gonna get this section done."

You knew he'd say that. Gave you the perfect opportunity.

15 minutes later when Logan trudged upstairs, he called your name. "Where'ya at?"

"In here!" You call from the bathroom. When Logan entered, he found you in there, grinning up at him. The bathroom was dark except for the scented candles, gentle music playing.

Logan smiles down at you. "Whatcha planning here, bub?"

You rock on your heals. "I was thinking... you worked so hard today... maybe I give you a nice relaxing bath... I can wash you, if you let me..."

His perfect girl, so eager to please, Logan takes you into his arms, kissing the top of you're head. "Only if you join me?"

So you did. You got in the tub with him, dropping some lavender oils in but not to much to overwhelm his nose, and washed him with your loofa. You even take your exfoliater and scrub him down, even massages his feet. Logan had installed a detachable shower head, so you straddled his hips and even washed his hair. While letting the conditioner you insisted on work on his dark locks, you simply rest on his chest in a hug. He was so touch starved, you knew, years of isolation until he met Wade, but you were going to make up for that. Your were going to make up for every day he felt alone. Logan's hands cupped the water, drawing it up your back where it trickles down again, keeping you warm.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Logan mumbled into your ear.

"Hmmmm.... mid." You joke, but Logan wasn't taking it. He pulled you back, cupping your face and looking directly in your eyes.

"Not funny." Logan admonishes. "I want you to say it. Say, I'm perfect."

You knew better than to argue with him. So, you just smile. "I'm perfect. Your turn."

Logan chuckles. "Good girl. I'm perfect. You happy?"

You rest on his chest again. "Very."

[angstywaifu]

Bondage - Azriel

Request/Prompts - "I want to ruin you.” & "A little biting never hurt anybody.” Summary: You need rescuing from someone at Starfall, and Mor sends in the Shadowsinger. Little did they know a certain bond would snap into place as he looks you in the eye. Unable to process his emotions, Azriel winnows you to his room where a night neither of you will forget takes place. Warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+, pet names, oral (f receiving), shadow play, bondage

Kinktober MasterList

As per usual Rhys and Feyre had gone all out for Starfall this year. The House of Wind full decorated for the occasion. Ever since Nyx was born they had always gone all out for any holidays, clearly wanting to give him the best memories. And I wasn’t complaining, I loved the holidays. But especially Starfall.

A soft knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts and I turn to see Mor stepping inside. As per usual, she looks beautiful. The blue dress she’d chosen for the occasion hugged her figure beautifully, and the colour look amazing on her.

She grins widely at me as she approaches, hands already reaching out to touch my dress. Most of the girls opted for lighter colours for Starfall to represent the souls passing on. But this year’s I had opted for something darker. A sheer black dress, lace strategically placed to cover me, and black sequins scattered across the fabric that caught the light perfectly.

“Holy shit, you look gorgeous.” She explains as her fingers run over the fabric. “Trying to catch a certain males attention?”

I roll my eyes at her, turning back to the mirror as fasten my necklace. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look nice, especially when Feyre has gone all out.”

“That wasn’t a no Y/N,” she teases, catching her smile in the mirror as she peers over my shoulder.

“And it wasn’t a yes.” I say sternly as I turn to face her. “If it was going to happen, it would have. So I figure, may as well get out there you know.”

I catch what almost looks like sadness in her eyes, but she’s quick to hide it as she smiles at me and nods.

“Well I can assure you, you’re definitely going to get someone to notice you tonight. If you leave tonight without a date I’ll be surprised.” She reaches out and grabs my hand. “So let’s go get you a drink and out there and mingling.”

And drinking and mingling is what we did. Though once Emerie had arrived Mor had excused her self to go say hello. That was over an hour ago. And now I no longer had her to help me escape conversations that weren’t going well.

The male in front of me currently was bragging about his business and all the money had made. Clearly trying to impress me with it. I do my best to smile and nod, making polite comments where I can, but it was becoming tiresome.

I cast my gaze across the crowd and finally catch the eyes of Mor who was clearly looking over to see how I was going. I do my best to convey I need help with a slight nod towards the male who was too enamoured by his own story to notice. She nods before holding up a finger to signal she needs a minute before she turns and rushes off into the crowd. What the hell could she need a minute for? Usually Mor would just march over and pull me away. What was she up to?

A few seconds later I get my answer. A familiar feeling of a shadow swirling around my arm tingles my skin causing me to shiver slightly. And as the male in front of me turns his head, eyes going wide, I know how Mor as chosen to rescue me.

“Sorry to intrude,” Azriel’s smooth voice announces from next to me as he falls into place next to me. “But I need to borrow Y/N here for some official Night Court business.”

The male nods quickly before scampering off into the crowd, clearly intimidated by Azriel. And I couldn’t blame him. With his height, build and wings, Azriel looked intimidating. And his reputation as the Spy Master didn’t help either.

“You didn’t have to scare him off,” I joke, placing my empty glass down on the bar before turning to Azriel.

As I meet his gaze his shadows rush over my, causing my to tear my eyes from him as I start giggling and watching them. Causing me to miss the way Azriel’s eyes widen.

By the time he’s recalled them his face is withdrawn and reserved, a look I rarely see on him unless he’s working.

“You ok Az?” I ask, stepping forward to place a hand on his arm.

Azriel was usually one to welcome my touch, but he goes rigid as I place my hand on him. I withdraw my hand before looking up at him, noting the wild look in his eyes and the way his nostrils flare.

“Az, what’s wro-“

My words are cut short as Azriel grasps my wrist in his hand, pulling me close before the familiar feeling of winnowing washes over me. I stumble forward in to Azriel, clutching the front of his shirt as his smell engulfs me. Despite being so close to him I know it’s not that. And as I look around I notice we’re in his room. Which I barely have time to register before a yelp escapes my lips as he pins me to the door.

I open my mouth to speak, but a change in smell has me falling silent. It smelt like Azriel, but it was different. His scent far more potent and…. Sweet. Alluring. My eyes going wide at the realisation. I look up and meet his eyes, so blown out I can barely see any hazel in them. As if his shadows have consumed his eyes. There’s a hunger and want in them I’ve never seen when he’s looked at me before. But now it’s as if he’s fighting back the urge to claim me. To make me his. A similar feeling washing over me, that doesn’t feel entirely like my own feelings. A feeling I’ve only had described to me by Feyre and Nesta. As if sensing my realisation, a small tug pulls in my chest. As if connected to someone else who’s pulling on the other end. I imagine tugging back, Azriel’s eyes widening, his shadows going frantic in response as if also affected by the new bond.

Azriel leans down, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead on mine as he breathes deeply. “Sorry for reacting like that, it just took me by surprise.” His voice sounds strained, as if he’s holding himself back.

“It’s ok Az, you don’t need to be sorry.” I say softly as I loosen my grip on his shirt slightly,

He shakes his head slightly. “No, it was inappropriate. Especially in front of all those people. I…. I let my emotions get the better of me.”

I reach up and lay a hand on his cheek, his still blown out eyes looking down at me through his lashes. “Would it be so bad to let those emotions take over?” My voice barely above a whisper.

He exhales heavily, holding in a breath I hadn’t realised he was holding. “Yes Y/N, it would. Because right now every fibre of my being wants to claim you as mine. Claim you as my mate. I want to ruin you.”

His words ignite a fire in me. My body reacting to his words and the new mating bond. I watch as his nostrils flair, noting the change in my scent. The sweetness of my arousal now heavy in the air as it melds with his.

I step forward, closing the small gap between Azriel and I, his hands dropping from where they’re braced on the door either side of my head to rest on my hips. “That doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

The only warning I get is his fingers digging into my hips before his mouth is one mine, my back hitting the door again as he walks us back. I shiver as his shadows weave around us, as if joining us together even more. The kiss is desperate and needy, filled with longing and lust. Both of us fighting for dominance in the kiss. A fight I win as I weave my fingers into his hair, tugging on the soft black locks, causing Azriel to go rigid as he groans deeply. And it’s all I need to take control of the kiss, spinning us so Azriel’s back hits the door. My hands trailing from his hair down to the buttons of his shirt, my fingers fumbling to get the buttons undone.

I gasp as a cold sensation runs down my back, something grabbing the ribbons holding me into the dress and tugging on the ends, loosening the corseted back. Confusion washes over me as I feel Azriel’s hands knead the flesh of my hips. And as I break the kiss and look down, I confirm that his hands are still firmly on my hips. I feel the cold sensation on my shoulder, turning my head slightly I note the shadow caressing over my shoulder. I can’t help giggle as it continues to caress over my shoulder as Azriel nuzzles into my neck, light but desperate kisses trailing down my neck.

The shadows finally loosen the dress, the fabric falling from my body as the ribbon gives way. Instantly Azriel pushes me back slightly to look at me. I go to cover myself, suddenly feeling embarrassed under his intense gaze. His shadows are far faster than me though, wrapping around my wrists and binding my hands behind me. The movement causing my shoulders back, pushing my breasts out towards Azriel as he eyes them hungrily.

He lunges at me, hands grasping the back of my thighs as he picks me up. Thankfully his shadows disappear from my wrists allowing me to grasp onto Azriel as he walks us backwards towards his bed before dropping my down onto the sheets. My arousal peaking as he looks down at my hungrily, his shirt half undone giving me a glimpse at the hardened and toned muscles beneath. As if sensing where my gaze lingers, he quickly loosens the last of the buttons before tossing the shirt to the floor. I go to sit up, hand raised to help him with his pants, but they’re suddenly yanked above my head. His cold shadows wrapping around my wrists again. I turn my head to watching them secure themselves around the posts of the bed, leaving me at the mercy of the Illirian at the end of the bed.

A yelp escapes my lip as teeth lightly nip at my inner thigh, head snapping back to see Azriel eyeing my hungrily from where he now lays between my legs. “You’re ok love, a little bitting never hurt anybody.” His voice barely above a whisper before he nips at my inner thigh again, this time a moan slipping from my lips as my legs go to clamp around his head before his shadows anchor them to the other bed posts.

Now I was definitely fully at the mercy of Azriel and his shadows. I whimper as he kisses all around where I want him, where I need him, shadows caressing my inner thighs. The mix of the two already having my quivering and pulling at the shadows tying me to the bed.

”P-please Az.” My voice breathy as I plead to him.

”Please what love?” He coos back as his lips ghost over me.

”I need you s-so badly. P-please.” I plead again, my voice full of lust and need.

He looks up at me, smirking in a way that tells me I’m in for a long night. “Where do you need me love? What do you need?”

I almost growl in frustration at him as I pull at the shadows. Bastard. “I need you to touch me, need you inside me. I need you.”

”Of course my love.”

His words the only warning I get before his mouth is on me, his tongue diving between my legs as he kisses me. A moan instantly leaving my lips as he goes down on me. Lips sucking at my clit, tongue lapping over the bundle of nerves, his shadows caressing over my body. I was already a mess, and he’d barely started. Back arching off the bed as much as it could due to his shadows still tying me up, my fingers grasping at what I can of his sheets as I try to anchor myself while Azriel eats me out liked a starved man.

I cry out as his fingers are added to the mix. Azriel who was usually shy about his hands was the complete opposite now as he used them skilfully to bring me closer to my climax. The scars he usually hid bringing an extra element to the mix. And as he curls his fingers inside, I thrash against the restraints, my body desperate to tip over the edge, to grasp onto something to anchor myself as I come undone on Azriel’s mouth.

My attempts to do so had not gone unnoticed by him, his chuckle vibrating through me. “Look at you, so desperate to tip over the edge, so desperate to touch me. Do you want to touch me love?”

”Yes!” I cry out. “Gods yes Azriel.”

”Then be a good girl and cum for me love, and then you can have what you want.”

And as he sucks on my clit, adding another finger that he curls inside, I tumble over the edge. My climax coming and going in waves, a wave that is Azriel. All I can sense is him. His touch as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, his lips pressing soft kisses to my stomach, his scent thick in the air with his own arousal, and his feelings pouring into me from the mating bond. My moans echoing around the room as I ride out the wave.

As I come down from my climax, his shadows release my wrists and ankles, my body relaxing into the soft bed as I catch my breath. But a clink of a belt has me rising up on my elbows. At the end of the bed Azriel drops his belt to the floor with a loud thud before unclasping his pants, letting them drop to the floor as he exposes himself to me. My bottom lip dragging through my bottom teeth as I take in the sight before me as he kneels on the bed, hand lazily stroking up and down his length as his shadows billow around him.

”Are you going to touch me love? Or am I going to take care of this myself?”

@idkimjusthere100 @strangeeaglepost @puttyly @kyl13sm1l3y @wildflowermooon @oliviajm21 @honethatty12 @lesehexe

[starstruckgrrl]

MORE TAMAKI🙏🙏🙏

who am i to deny you 🫡

ꕤ*. synopsis: tamaki doesn’t do so well at hero events, but he’s grounded with you there. not to mention you give him the perfect motivation!

↳ ♡₊˚.warnings: smut, car sex, he says “i love you”, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, sub!tamaki, pet names, established relationship, lil bit of edging, cute tamaki naps for aftercare :3

a/n: sorry if the way i capitalize some stuff has changed, i want to make it easier to read!! i really hope you like it, give me some feedback or suggestions pls!!

ever since he’s met you, tamaki has been doing a lot better at handling any event that comes his way. his friends take notice, praising him for sticking around “this long!”

he owes his success to you, who he will often scamper off to. you’re always with him at every event, keeping him grounded and confident(ish).

usually, he’ll take you everywhere with him, making you become his bodyguard against awkward conversations or slightly passive aggressive behavior. however, you know that it is good for him to do some things on his own so he won’t feel so horrible when you’re busy and can’t escort him everywhere.

so the pro-hero Suneater is here, after several minutes of you gently pushing him, at a table with Deku, Dynamight, Lemillion, Red Riot, Nejire Chan, and a few other names from high school. while he does feel much better that nejire and mirio are there with him, the potential comfort he might have had is ruined when everyone delves into questions about his personal life.

tamaki mentally curses mirio, who asks first, “Suneater! i haven’t met that girl you’ve been parading around yet? when will i get to meet her?”

“her name is ——, and you can meet her soon, i guess? she said she would follow me over soon.” tamaki replied.

“she’s very nice, Lemillion! i met her once while getting a drink at an event a week or so ago, and she was nothing but kind!” Deku shot out, happy to have met a nice person.

nejire never passes up an opportunity to talk about something happy, so she began her rambling, “she’s so preeeetty! can you ask her about what products she uses in her hair? does she have extensions? does she wear wigs? if so, where does she get such natural ones?”

the indigo-haired hero you cherished began to sink in his seat, visibly overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions that had begun after the mention of his date, but felt better when he felt your hand pat him on the shoulder.

“hi, baby. are you doing okay?” you asked, loud enough for people sitting near him to hear, but to him nonetheless.

he began to sit up in his seat, the pet name being comforting enough to help him regain some composure, “yes, i’m okay, how are you?”

you gave him a small smile as you sat in your spot next to him, confirming that you were feeling alright.

mirio was the first to speak to you, “are you ——?! i’ve heard so much about you!! well, pieces about you, tamaki is kind of private about your relationship, but pieces nonetheless!!”

“yes, that’s me! it’s lovely to meet tamaki’s best friend!” you replied, recognizing tamaki’s description of his grade-school friend.

“AWWW, Suneater, you’ve told her about me!” mirio shouted.

tamaki smiled up at him, how could he ever think that he wouldn’t tell everyone about the person who motivated him so much?

~

as the evening went on, you had been asked plenty of questions, mainly by nejire. you had no complaints, as you found everyone thoroughly entertaining and sweet.

the whole time, you were keeping physical contact, even in small ways, with tamaki. it was the best way to make sure he knew you were still there for him and thinking about him, even as you conversed with the others.

over time, your small touches turned into something else. clasping his hand turned into rubbing his thigh, slight pokes turned into tracing soft circles on his bicep. the little things meant the world to this man, so you knew he was getting your idea.

about 3 hours in, tamaki’s social battery had been completely sucked dry. he gave you a special look and squeezed your hand twice to let you know he wanted to go, a signal the both of you had come up with.

you cleaned up your area at the table, stacking your used dishes neatly for a waiter/waitress to pick up with ease, and stood up. you patted yourself down as your lover stood up, and you all exchanged goodbyes as the both of you walked out, your arm wrapped around his.

the both of you walked out to the car, and tamaki slid his hand down to your waist and pulled you closer. you were stunned, he rarely initiates things, especially in public.

“tama” you cooed in his ear.

tamaki led you to the backseat of the car, opened the door for you, and sat next to you. he kept the door slightly ajar for what he would call “ventilation” when you questioned him later.

you kissed him first, a small but sweet kiss. your partner, however, kissed you again. longer, deeper. he grabbed you and held you close to him, and he leaned against the back of the seat. he began to unzip his pants when you stopped him.

“are you sure, baby?” you asked, knowing his fear of having all eyes on him.

“yes, i love you too much, please.” he replied, asking you to please continue.

you nodded at him, and got on top of him. you gave him kisses on his neck and bit him softly as you pulled down his pants to let his cock spring out.

you flipped up the dress he bought you special for this event, and moved your underwear to the side. tamaki brought his hand down to rub small circles on your clit, getting you wet for him.

you softly pushed his hand away, then brought yourself up, then down onto his dick. he let out a small whimper and you shushed him, “shh, baby, we don’t want anyone to see, do we?”

tamaki swallowed thickly, and stuttered out, “n-no”

“maybe you’d like that, dirty boy.” you teased, and he whined in response.

you bounced up and down softly on him, the friction of the base of his cock teasing your clit.

then, suddenly, you heard voices outside, a mere 10-15 ft away.

“oh, hey, someone’s car door is open. should we close it?” said one of the voices.

tamaki’s eyes widened, but he never stopped bucking up into you, and you never stopped riding him. he whimpered quietly, and you put your thumb in his mouth to silence him.

“nah, let’s just leave it. someone might be coming back to it in just a minute.” said another voice.

the both of you heard their footsteps trail away, and you looked at each other. tamaki leaned up to kiss you, and you could tell he was getting close. he was rutting into you from below, and it made you giggle.

“don’t cum until i say, tama!” you reprimanded.

he nodded quickly, confirming his submission.

you were also getting close, and tamaki always knew that you should cum first. you slammed down onto him harder, making his tip kiss your cervix every time. his cock was rubbing against a sweet spot inside you the deeper you went, and you came with a moan of his name.

as you were going through the aftershocks of your orgasm, tamaki began to beg.

“please, can i cum? please.” he whimpered out, his legs shaking slightly.

you kissed his forehead and gave him permission, and his cock twitched as he finally let go of the orgasm he had been holding. his cum warmed your insides and gave you an extra, satisfying feeling as it began to leak down.

“i’ll drive us back home, sweetheart, you rest. i know you’re tired” you told him as you slowly got up, grabbing a blanket that rested in the back pocket of the car seat, special for any sleepy car rides.

you laid tamaki down in the backseat and covered him in the fluffy blanket. you adjusted his pants and his underwear to make him as comfortable as possible.

you got out, adjusted your dress, and closed the car door. you got into the front seat and turned the car on and the heating up so your partner would be cozy on the ride home.

~

[aciddrattboyy]

biker!ryusei

biker!ryusei brainrot is all consuming..........

ryusei x gn!reader ☆ fluff, a little suggestive MAYBE ☆ 0.5k cw: none i dont think this is very tame a/n: i wanted to write this last night after work since it was all i thought about for like 5 hours but my body was aching like crazy so i went to sleep instead </3

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biker!ryusei who used to tell girls he rode motorcycles but in an ironic way. he never actually expected people to climb in his bed just because he rode a motorcycle, but he liked to act like the guys who do because its funny

biker!ryusei who was very protective over his motorcycle, having almost cracked a few skulls in its name

biker!ryusei who, through countless close calls with authorities and many fights, finally learned to channel all his anger and frustration into revving his engine and speeding down dark, rural farm roads.

biker!ryusei who begged and pleaded for you to let him take you out on a ride. he so desperately wanted to feel you holding onto him tightly while he drove you around.

biker!ryusei who liked to show up at your parents house in the dead of night when you returned home for the holidays. he’d watch you peak through the blinds of your childhood room just for you to be scampering out of the door in minutes with a blanket wrapped around you. he thought it was cute how you would look at him with wide eyes, telling him your parents would freak if they saw him as if you guys were a couple of kids. only for you to sneak him into your house moments later, both of you laughing quietly like you were teenagers.

biker!ryusei who thought you looked incredibly hot in his helmet. going out to buy you your own before you even agreed to let him drive you around. his helmet grew heavy with the stickers you’d slap onto it every time you got your hands on more.

biker!ryusei who was probably more excited than you were when you finally let him take you on a ride. you held onto him tightly, scared laughs leaving your mouth as you held onto him in a tight grip. everything around you blurred and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. by the time he finally stopped the motorcycle you were high on adrenaline, giggling with wide eyes and pulling him into an impromptu kiss that solidified the start of a relationship.

biker!ryusei who was never really one to wear leather jackets or dress up whenever riding his motorcycle. having picked you up in his soccer jersey multiple times straight after practice when you texted him, asking him to pick you up and take you home oh so nicely.

biker!ryusei who actually didnt own a car. his motorcycle was his only mode of transportation. whenever the weather got really bad he’d ask for you to drive him around in your car, laughing at your ‘passenger prince’ teasing.

biker!ryusei who had been teaching himself how to fix motorcycles out of his parents garage since he was in highschool. he loved when you watched him tinker away at whatever busted up motorcycle he managed to get his hands on, loving the questions you’d ask about what he was doing. there was always a 50/50 chance he’d be shirtless while working away, but after catching on to your lingering glances, he made sure to be shirtless more often.

biker!ryusei who loved driving you onto campus. he loved the way you perched on top of his motorcycle so pretty as the two of you talked before going to any classes. loved the way people stared and knew he was yours.

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very much appreciated <3

[smuthospital]

⭐️Yandere Oikawa x reader⭐️

Warning: NONCON, fem reader

MINORS DNI

"I..really like you. Can..I...please have your number?" A mousy boy from your school asks. You're quite the popular girl at school and everyone wants to be with you or be friends with you. You're simply liked. No one has ever had an issue with you and the reasons why are clear. You've got a lovley personality, you're beautiful, you're charming, you're intelligent and you're nice.

"That's very nice of you to say, but I'm sorry, I'm not looking for a relationship right now, but you'll find your love another time."

Your response gives the mousy boy hope. He nods and scampers off to tell his friends. Lunch time at Aoba Johsai High has just ended and you're on your way to your next class. You feel someone bump into you from behind while you're walking, almost sending you falling forwards. A hand reaches out and grabs you by the back of your shirt and fells you back into your feet. You turn your neck to face them and you're confused when you just see a wall. You crane your neck up and groan. Looking down at you is the schools heart throb, Oikawa and he's wearing the smuggest grin on his face.

"Up here, sweets. Have you finally realized that i'm literally perfect and perfect for you yet? I bet you've been looking for me all day to confess your undying love for me. I'll pick you up at-"

"No, Oikawa. I told you so many times. I'm not interested in you so go away!"

He pouts and cries crocodile tears. "(Y/n)! How could you say that? You're so mean!" As soon as he showed sighns of sadness, five girls materialize out of thin air and croud the jock, patting his back and reassuring him. The girls turn to you begin to berate you for being so cruel. "(Y/n)! Just give him a chance! He obviously really likes you!" A girl sneers. "You made him cry!" A few of them just glare at you like you hit their baby.

"Yeah, (Y/n). Give me a chance." You can just tell he's holding back a smile. He's lying! You scoff and walk away, not wasting anymore time on those idiots. Oikawa lifts his head up, a look of irritation on his face as he watches you walk down the hallway. "Cheer up, Oikawa. We know how much you like (Y/n). She's a nice girl so she'll eventually come around. She'll realise how great you are in no time!" He looks back at the girls and smiles. "Right."

You walk into class and sit down, ready for the lesson. You feel someone take the seat next to you and a familiar musky colonge makes you roll your eyes. A large arm loops around your shoulders. "Long time, no see, sweet cheeks"

"...Oikawa." Most of the school pretty much already consider you two a couple. the two of you look good together and everything thinks it just makes sense. Your disapproval is passed off as 'hard to get'. This stops most guys from flirting with you, afriaid of what Oikawa might do to them. He is the captain of the volleyball team afterall. He's got a lot of physical power as well as social. Not to be fucked with.

The bell rings, signaking the start of the session. "I'll be asighning a group project today. Your seat mate is your partner. Your subject is..." You bite your lip, no longer listening. Damn Oikawa. You look next to you to see Oikawa already staring at you with the biggest smile on his face. This guys been after you for so long now. He's always got this love sick puppy look to him when he's near you. You admit, he's handsome, but you're not interested in a playboy that'll throw you away like a used condom when he's done with you.

You huff as you begrudgingly begin to work on the science project together. He keeps flirting with you every chance he gets. Franky, it's starting to get on your nerves. "I know a place we can study alon-" "Oikawa, stop that." You decide to lie to him. "I have a boyfriend." His smile suddenly drops. He stares you dead in the eyes. "What..did you just say?" You begin to sweat. You're not a very good liar. You didn't expect him to react this way. He looks angry, but also shocked.

"...I-I-" Your stammering is cut off. "Ok then let's see Mr. Prince charming. I want to see a picture." He's getting all up in your face now. You're scared. You've never seen such a look on his face before. "O-ok." You feel like such an idiot, but you have a plan. The bell rings and You quickly leave the classroom with him following not far behind you. You find the mousey boy who asked you for your number earlier and loop an arm around him. The motion shocks him.

"Oh? (Y/n), What's up?" A blush spread across his cheeks. "So this little twink is your dream hubby?" Oikawa sneers. He towers over the cowering boy, looking down at him with pure disgust and disdain. He suddenly grabs the boy by his collar, picking him up effortlessly and lifting him up to meet his gaze. "Y-yes! Now put him down! Who do you think you are!?" You yank on the poor boy and Oikawa drops him back on his feet. "I'm her boyfriend s-so leave her alon-" the boy is cut off by a piercing glare to the soul from Oikawa. Without another word, Oikawa storms off and disappears behind a corner.

The mousy boy looks at you in confusion. "I'm sorry, he's just been bothering me. I'm sorry to get you involved like that, but you're really saving my butt!" The boys face reddens even more. "It's ok! You can always come to m-me for help!" You give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. He almost faints at the contact. You giggle and walk off.

Schools done for the day. You get a strange feeling as you walk home. Like someone's poking holes into your back with their eyes. You break into a slight cold sweat as you speed up your pace. The feeling disappears as soon as you enter the safety of your home. Homes quite. You're home alone for the day. You run up to your room and hear your door bell ring as soon as you finish changing into comfy clothes.

You expect it to be the mail man, but to your surprise, Oikawa stands there with his signiture stupid grin. He lets himself into your house before you can say anything. "H-hey! What are you doing here!?"

"Cute booty shorts, baby. Got any snacks?" You blush at his words. He walks into your kitchen with you following quickly. "What are you doi-" "Science project." He cuts you off without even looking back at you. He takes a bunch of snacks in his arms and makes his way up to your room. "Oikawa! You can't just do whatever you want!" He opens the door to your room and inhales the glorious scent.

"You gonna get your big strong man to force me out?" He chuckles. Your room is everything he pictured it would be. Cute, decorated, and neat. You huff and try to push him back out, but it's like pushing a cement wall. He simply makes his way past you and plops on your bed. Click your tongue and just decide to get it over with.

You pull out your books and shuffle through your backpack, unaware of oikawas gaze trailing from your book bag to your tiny shorts and how he can kinda see the outline of your pussy though the thin fabric. You're not wearing underwear underneath. He takes a mental screenshot. You walk back and begin working with him. Just like in class, he misses no opertinity to flirt with you.

"Oikawa! I told you I have a-"

"Call me Tooru. Why won't you date me, (Y/n)? I just don't understand. I am perfect and perfect for you. You're perfect and perfect for me. When will you realise that?" His loud voice hurts your ears.

Youre frozen in place. What should you even say? Your brain isn't working. Why does his temper flair like that? Tears prick your eyes. You don't do will with being yelled at. He looks ticked off, but his eyes soften slightly when he realised you look very hurt by his outburst.

"Don't be mad at me. I-I just don't see you that way." You hang your head low. A minute passes and he says absolutely nothing. You feel his fingers softly take your chin in his hand and lift to meet his gaze. There's a dark look on his face. "You will. You and I are meant for each other. And don't worry, I can never be mad at you. I'm just a bit disappointed. I'll take care of everything, sweety." He let's go of your chin and gets up before ruffling your hair and walking downstairs. You hear the front door open and close.

You take a moment to collect yourself. You're terrified. Who the hell is this guy? Threatening you like this in your house. He just won't quit. You barely sleep that night and end up sleeping in. You quickly get ready for school and rush off. Once you get to school, you're Immediately greeted by the mousy boy, who looks a little off. He's wearing a cap over his face and when you try to get a better look, he steps back. "H-hey, (y/n)...please meet me in the gym after school." He then runs off without waiting for a response, leaving you confused. The rest of the day goes on without a hitch, Oikawa bothering you much less than usual. He's still by your side like a guard dog, but he's not picking on you.

The end of the day comes quicker than you expect and you make your way to the gym as requested. Wonder what that boy needs? You walk inside and look around. Empty. Weird. You feel large arms grab you from behind. You scream as you thrash about and try to loosen the iron like grip! "H-help! Ah! Someone please!" You scream as youre pulled into the men's locker room. The sight you see stills your heart. Mousy boy is being held down by two volleyball club members while Oikawa stands proud with his arms crossed. "There's my princess. Bring her over here."

The large man holding you sets you down in front of Oikawa who immediately grabs you by the arms and turns you to face the boy. "Look, (y/n). See, I know that's not your boyfriend. I know that because I'm your boyfriend. I also know he's not your boyfriend because he's small, he's weak and he's not good enough to protect you because he's not me, right?" He asks, poking the side of your head. He's furious.

The boy wiggles in the tight hold of the club members, who just smile down at you with malious grins. "I-I'm sorry, (y/n)! They made me!" He looks so beaten up. He now adorns a black eye, lots of bruises all over his body and a few cuts. You feel incredibly guilty for brining him into this. Oikawa presses his body against your back. You feel a large hard lump jab you. You swollow, hoping that's not what you think it is and you're just imagining things. "L-let us go!" You only get a laugh in response. Oikawa turns you to face him and shoves you back onto a bench. He reaches under your skirt and roughly rips off your underwear and stuffs it in his pocket.

You kick in and struggle in his hold. "Oika-" "TOURU. I told you to call me Touru. My girlfriend should call me by my name. This'll be a lesson to you." You whimper as he violently rips open the front of your blouse, buttons flying off. "So beautiful. Like a gift just for me." He grabs your melons with both hands and squeezes them. "So soft!"

You let out a tiny moan. You holp no one heard, but now everyone is staring at you. "Fuck her already!" One of oikawas teammates shout from the side. You begin to panic. "Touru! Please stop! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" Your begging seems to do something. "Oh? You're sorry?" You nod, hopeful. "Then don't struggle." He shoves you flat on the bench, and gets presses his lips to yours.

He stares into your eyes as his hand creeps into your skirt. You writhe under his hold as you feel his large fingers reach your cunt. His tongue enters your mouth and you cant do anything but cry. You struggle with all your mite, but he's a trained athlete and he's much much bigger than you. You can't deny it feels good. You whimper as you feel a knot building up in your tummy. "P-Please, I-I can't. All these guys are watching me." Your voice is dripping with pleasure.

"That's the point. Let them all know that you're mine. This is a party, baby. We're celebrating us." He rubs your cunt vigorously and you let out a cry as you cum on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact. He hums in enjoyment like he's eating ice cream.

Without a word, he slides his volleyball shorts down just enough for his ginormous cock to flop out and slap his stomach. "You ready to get your brains fucked, princess?" Your face pales. That horrific monster thingy is going to rip you in two! While his hands aren't on you, you try to run away. He doesn't even have to move to catch you in one of his long arms.

He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. You feel his hot cock proding your entrance from below. "Please please Touru." You whine and hide your face in the crook of his neck. He kisses your cheek. "You'll be alright.. eventually." He presses into your hole and the head struggles to enter. It burns! Even your cum is not enough lubricant. It pops in with his sheer force and scream. "Ahh~ you're so tight. Just like I imagined. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to do this.. actually..I'm not sorry." He smiles down at you wickedly as his hold on your ass lightens and gravity very slowly sinks you down on him. You feel like you're being impaled by a spear. You choke out a scream and clasw at his back, not getting a firm enough grip to stop yourself from sliding down. He moans at the tight feeling of your cunt. You hear the sounds of frabric moving around behind you and turn to see many of the volleyball team members are jerking off to the sight of your ass sinking down on their captains cock.

You let out a strangled scream as gravity forces you lower and lower on his giant rod. "It h..hurts." Oikawa kisses your cheek. He finally bottoms out inside you and without wasting a second, he starts to thrust his hips up into you. All you can do is hold onto him and whimper.

"T-Touru! Please! Ahh~" You suddenly let out a pained sound that sounds a bit too much like a moan and he pauses, his mind cementing that sweet sound into his memory. He suddenly rocks you up and down mercilessly on his dick. You'd think his arms would get tired, but he's probably spent hours in the gym and definitely hours on the court. It might not be possible for him to get tired. He's not even showing sighns of fatigue. You moan and scratch his back as he beats up the entrance to your cervix. "This is what you were meant for. To be mine. Don't resist it. Boys. Ah~! Take some photos of us!" He can't go a full sentence without groaning in pleasure.

His team mates all whip out their phones and snap pictures of your face and your cunt wrapped around their captains cock. Some film videos as they run themselves off. Oikawa lets out a laugh and turns your head back. The mousy boy is blushing even more than before. You notice he has a hard on. He tries to cross his legs to either hide or eliviate himself, you don't know. Oikawa turns your head back to him and encases you lips with his in a passionate kiss. He seperate s from you, a string of saliva connecting you. "Be my girlfriend. You'll be happy and no one will ever hurt you. I can promise you that...and those pictures won't get out. Don't make me use that against you. Just be mine." You're not sure what to say. You have to accept, but you really don't want to be with this jerk. He's raping you..but it feels good. You feel almost too good to deny him. "B-but-" "No buts." He drives his rod further into you.

"I'll give you guys a show! You guys deserve a little treat for helping your captain out." Oikawa says, lifting your body up slightly so his cock slips out a bit. He turns your body to face his friends and holds your knees so your back is against his chest. His team and the mousy boy now have a perfect view of your wet pussy and breasts. He slips his cock back inside you and thrusts in and like a mad man. His friends watch the way your breasts bounce with the momentum. "Damn I can see your dick from inside!" His team mate says, pointing at the outline of his dick from inside your stomach. His team spew nasty things about you and their captain as they stroke themselves. The mousy boy tries to turn away, but one of the althletes grip his hair and force him to turn back at you.

You keep whimpering in pleasure. You want to hide so bad. Oikawa leans over your shoulder and whispers huskily in your ear "Hear those sounds you're making, baby girl? You like this. Say you'll be my girlfriend and I'll let you cum." You need it. You can't handle this feeling. The feeling is too intense. his cock is hot hot and deep. You're melting from the inside. He laughs as you start uncontrollably whining and moaning. "O-ok! Fine! Please Touru!"

"No. Beg me more. I atleast deserve that."

Your face flushes in emberesment. This asshole. "...Touru..please, Touru..make me feel good." Tears slip from your eyes partly from the emberesment and partly from the blinding pleasure. You try not to make eye contact with anyone in the room.

"Alright, fine. That'll do, princess." He takes a step towards the mousy boy. "What..what..are you doing?" You ask outloud. The Mousy boys nose is now inches from your dripping pussy. He's mesmerized. He can't look away. The scent of your pussy is driving him wild. He's salivating. He suddenly whimpers and shudders, a wet patch forming in his trousers. He appears dazed. Oikawa laughs and jack hammers into you. Your eyes cross and you feel like you're about to die. A strange euphoric pleasure washes over you and you slump a bit in oikawas arms. He doesn't stop though. He keeps thrusting in and out of your abused hole, over stimulating you. His team begin to chant "Oikawa! Oikawa! Oikawa!" They all moan and climake onto their hands. He shoves himself deep inside you, penetrating your cervix and moans. His face contorts in pleasure as you feel his hot seed flow inside you. Your tummy bloats a bit by the time he finishes. He sighs in content and kisses your cheek.

"That's a good girl. Now I do expect you to be a good girlfriend. If you misbehave..ha..well.." He just chuckles and pulls out of you nice and slow, a flow of cum flowing after. You feel empty as he sets your sticky body down on a bench. "I'd stick around and go more times with you, but we've got practice. You'll wait for me at the side, won't you?" He smiles down at you, a glint in his eye.

"Yes, Touru."

[mozzarella-stickz]

more dom mike schmidt for you guys! i need some of this right now (18+ MINORS DNI)

there are nights you know not to mess around with mike too much. sometimes after long nights it’s fun to rile him up, but there are times you just know that he doesn’t want to be riled up. it’s the look in his eye, or the hunch of his shoulders, or the balled up hands he has clenched at his sides.

on nights like those, he collapses onto his chair, knowing you are still sound asleep in bed waiting for him. he waits a little while longer, knowing abby is due to be dropped off at school soon. he sleeps in the chair for awhile until you both wake up.

you shake him awake gently with a smile, kissing his forehead and handing him a mug of coffee. it’s a simple gesture, but it makes him want to cry. after years of taking care of himself and abby, it feels nice to have someone help take of him. you wake up abby next, and she excitedly runs to her big brother, hugging him before she has to eat breakfast and scamper off to get ready for school. these days, she’s excited to go to school and see her friends. it makes you and mike both smile: despite the trauma of the pizzeria incident, she’s still happy.

once abby is safely dropped off at school by both you and mike, he drives you home in comfortable silence, rough and large hand resting on your thigh. he needs more sleep, and you’re aware, but his state of exhaustion is just so hot. his hand on your leg makes you all hot and bothered, something mike is well aware of.

when you get home, he wastes no time heading to the bedroom. he strips his clothes off as you do too, grabbing you roughly and pulling you into him as he kisses you hard and wet on your mouth. mike smacks your ass gently as you two make out.

it’s not long before his cock is in your mouth, bobbing up and down along his shaft. mike may be in control most of the time, but he loses it when your mouth is on his dick. he’s whining, and moaning, but praising you at the same time to keep a semblance of dominance. he doesn’t finish in your mouth, because he wants to finish in you (let’s just say you’re on birth control because mike’s ass does NOT need kids right now lmao!)

he’s fucking you into the mattress next, telling you good of a girl you’re being, how much he loves you, and how you belong to him. you’re a moaning mess, melting into him as he pounds you harder and harder. his small bed is creaking, and you feel like it might break. mike reaches his hand in between you two to rub tight circles on your clit, and it doesn’t take long for you to finish, clenching on his cock and drenching him.

mike soon follows after, shooting his cum into you. it’s warm, and you feel so full with his dick.

“rough day?” you ask, voice shot.

“you have no idea,” he replies, kissing your forehead.

he stays inside you for awhile, pulling out gently. you whine at loss of contact, but you know that he’ll be fucking you again soon with abby gone at school all day. mike rushed to the bathroom to get towels to clean you off, before getting you water and one of his shirts to put on.

mike loves your bratty attitude, your pouty lips, your whiny voice, but he also loves when you know what he needs and submits to him and lets him fuck you like this. you don’t mind, because you love to return his care for you in whatever ways you can <3

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine being a new member of the Red Hair pirates eleven years before the main plot

Benn: This is Hongo, the ship's doctor

Hongo: And who is this ravishing creature?

Benn: down boy, this is the rookie that Shanks dragged home.

Hongo: Oh you poor thing.

You: Shanks picked me for my combat abilities

Hongo: you must be strong then.

You: admittedly my strength is nowhere near the boss's level, but I can go toe to toe with a rear admiral in a fight.

Hongo: I see

Uta: don't sell yourself short, I watched you spar with papa, and he was getting winded. *Makes those grabbie hands that signal she wants you to pick her up*

You: thank you, and who are you if I might ask. *Picks her up*

Shanks: that is Uta, my adorable daughter.

Uta: I'm papa's favorite, and don't you forget it, I'm also the ship's musician.

You: really, what instrument do you play?

Uta: *gestures to her throat* my voice box, I'm a singer.

You: I eagerly await your next performance then.

Uta: wait no longer, places everyone! *Claps her hands*

Hongo, Yassop, and Lucky Roux: *scamper around to clear a spot and set up a stage for her*

You: (ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ) ???

Benn: *scoops Uta out of your arms and carries her to the stage*

Uta: (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ a song for the newbie *starts to sing*

Yassop: *puts a chair under you and gently pushes you into it*

Shanks: *moves his chair next to yours and leans in* isn't she so cute?

You: yes, she has such a beautiful voice. Do you and your men usually allow yourselves to be controlled by the whims of a child?

Benn: ... Yes, but only because we want to

After the song

Uta: *chilling in your lap* what'd you think?

You: you're an exceptionally talented singer, you must put a lot of work into it.

Uta: of course, practice makes perfect.

You: and you seem to have everyone here wrapped around your little finger. They must love you very much.

Uta: yes... I think they feel guilty, since my parents are dead.

Shanks: it's not that

Yassop: at least not entirely

You: I figured you were adopted.

Uta: what do you mean?

Shanks: how could you tell?

You: because she's talented,

The crew: (⁠(⁠(⁠;⁠ꏿ⁠_⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)⁠)⁠) ....

You: *quickly adds* at something besides fighting and debauchery.

The crew: *laughs*

Shanks: wow, already making cheap shots at your captain on your first day aboard. It's true, she's talented, she gets it from her mother. We do our best to make sure she's provided for, but there are still some areas we are lacking in.

Uta: yeah, like shopping

Benn: we take you shopping, literally every time we make port.

Uta: Yeah! But it is always to sleazy back alley joints where everything is second hand and not the designer shops that have cute new clothes. All because of papa's ugly mug has a bounty on it. Plus none of you have any sense of style, and can give me useful feedback on my outfits.

Shanks: well that's true, hey! You shouldn't call people, especially your poor father, ugly!

Benn: I have always wanted to take her to those shops too, our little girl would look so cute in those nice clothes.

You: I can take you, I don't have a bounty, and I know a little about fashion.

Uta: *looks over your outfit* your fashion sense, outwardly, appears to be less offensive to the eyes than papa's.

You: uh, thank you.

Shanks: Offensive? What about my outfit is offensive?

Uta: your shirt is wrinkly and stained, and your pants!... Don't even get me started on your pants.

Benn: allow me, they look like you made them out of someone's grandmother's couch.

Shanks: alright, thank you I get it.

You: *grumbles* Sandals are a little worse for wear as well.

Uta: *giggles*

Shanks: y'all are teaming up on me

Benn: yeah guys, he's only got one arm, it's downright unsporting.

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Marry Me? John Dory X Reader

John Dory was pacing back and forth in Branch's bunker, fidgeting nervously, not noticing his siblings watching him. He was freaking out because it was quickly approaching your 40th birthday, and he'd been planning to ask you the question but didn't know how to go about it.

He smiled thinking about you; you'd been best friends since you were kids, and you stuck with him even after he'd accidentally broke up his family band. You were so special and you could've had any Troll in the world but you chose him. You were so patient, kind and so smart. You were a veterinarian and together you guys traveled around helping injured animals of all kinds

And after 20 years together, after everyone assuming you were married, JD finally was going to put a ring on it.

"ory?" "....hn Dory?" "JOHN DORY!" The oldest Troll yelped, fumbling with the ring, before dropping it in front of Bruce, who gently picked it up to admire it. "Woah, John, nice ring...are you finally ready to--" "Um, well, I...see what I..." John Dory felt his ears and cheeks turn a slight purple as he struggled to express himself. Bruce smiled to himself enjoying seeing the usually confident John Dory so nervous.

JD finally sighed before pacing again, fidgeting with his fingers. His siblings sat around him, waiting for him to find the words.

"Yes, I want to ask (Y/N) to marry me but how do I ask her? She's a such a special Troll and deserves everything and so much more, but I don't want to do a basic proposal but then nothing to extravagant but then what if she doesn't like it or what if everything changes once we're married? What if she's not happy with me anymore, or what if--"

"John!" Bruce finally took his older brother by the shoulders and stopped his rambling. The teal haired Troll blinked at his purple haired counter part, who smiled back. "Stop, all these 'what if's' are in your head. Happened when I wanted to propose to Brandi. Do you love this girl?"

"Yes, without a doubt."

"Respect her?" Clay jumped in.

"Absolutely!"

"You want to be there for her through the good and bad for the rest of your life?" Floyd asked.

"All the time."

"Then you've got nothing to worry about! You guys have been together for so long, she'd be crazier then Poppy. And I know how we can help you." Branch said smugly, as his brothers' leaned in to hear the plan.

You weren't sure how to feel actually.

John Dory's been acting weird...weirder than normal. You were used to your boyfriend's antics, but now his brothers and even Queen Poppy was acting weird.

Like they were hiding something.

And every time you asked, they'd all get these sly looks and say nothing before scampering off.

You were currently walking around with John Dory after a long day of running your animal clinic in Pop Village, you wanted to take a break and enjoy nature in his company.

He'd started to stray from your usual path, and you shrugged thinking nothing of it.

"John? Why are we here?" You wondered, as you approached a giant white mushroom.

"Just wait, baby." He smiled as his brothers' came out all smiling brightly, before they started singing.

You laughed softly, wiping your tears away before hugging John Dory tightly from where he was kneeling and kissed him hard, as he held you tightly, his brothers' cheering in the background. "Yes, yes a million times yes, my love." He laughed in disbelief before sliding the engagement ring on your finger, and scooping you in his arms and turning to his brothers and screamed:

"SHE SAID YES!!"

@vacayisland @imperatrizpirata-blog

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

12/29

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word count: ….whoops

Notes: In honor of ME (it’s my birthday) I wrote myself a fic not even close to being edited hahahaha

Joel sits on the other end of the table, practicing the way he toasts to you. Is he even going to toast to you?? Is that- is that too cheesy? Okay he’s not gonna do that. He sets his glass down, running his hands through his hair slowly. He hadn’t done something like this in a while, celebrated a birthday, but it’s you and you loved your birthday and he loved you.

So a nice quiet birthday dinner was in order.

It was a surprise too, you were out with your friends for your birthday right now and he made sure each and every one of them knew you needed to be home by 7, no ifs ands or buts. He gets up from the chair, straightening out the pretty black table cloth and rearranging a couple of the rose petals that were littered across.

He’s just grabbing the lighter from the drawer when he can hear the sound of Mila’s jag (she got it from her sugar daddy) coming down the street.

Show time.

He comes to the front, opening the door and watching you climb out of the car, already slightly tipsy, your cheeks are a pretty pink and your hair is slightly messy from whatever the hell you’d gotten up to already. Your friends cheer and hype you up as you scamper up the walkway, trying to avoid the ice patches and keeping your white fur coat wrapped tightly around your body. You’d spent the day with them, getting pampered to the gods, going to brunch, going on a shopping spree, axe throwing and mini golf?? It had been wild.

You crash into Joel’s chest, giggling wildly and he wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead

“Hiiii Joel!!” The girls call from the car and he blushes lightly, waving at them.

“Ladies, thanks for taking care of my baby girl today”

You squeak a little and hide in his chest more and he chuckles, pulling you into the house and making sure they drive away safely.

“I missed you so much” You say, as he takes your coat from you and hangs it up. He bends down and you hold onto his shoulder while he helps you out of your boots

“I’ll be with you tomorrow all day and for the party, I just wanted you to have a nice day with your friends. Did you have a nice time?

“I had the greatest time!!” You giggle excitedly, stumbling back a little when he stands up, he puts his hands on your waist to steady you

“Did you go axe throwing this tipsy??”

“No, we got drinks at mini gulf! I’m absolutely ready to pass the fuck out” you try and walk away but he’s still holding you, you look down at his hands, trying to move and he rolls his eyes

“I have one more surprise for you… unless you’d rather go to bed, that’s okay too baby”

He can’t keep the little hint of disappointment from his voice and you immediately zone in on it

“No!! I can stay up!! You got me something??” You perk up and he kisses your cheek before covering your eyes and nudging you forward a bit. You reach your hands out and feel around, laughing as he uses your head to guide you through the house

“Joel! You’re gonna break my neck!”

“Says the girl who’s just lettin it flop around!!” He stops you and you step backward into his chest, pressing your body against his, he covers your eyes with one large hand and you hear a switch click. He turns you around and steps away for a second

“No peekin’ alright? I put a lotta work into this”

“Okay okay!! Just hurry!!” You stamp your feet as he steps away from you for a minute. You hear another couple clicks and then nothing

“Okay, you can look”

The table is set with a black tablecloth, there’s rose petals scattered around a few tea lights and two candles. There’s champagne on ice with two glasses and a thin vase with roses in it. Joel stands next to it, his hands behind his back as he looks at you.

“Happy birthday sugar”

Your jaw drops slowly and your hands fly up to cover your mouth, they move to fan at your face as you start to tear up

“T-this is all for me??” Your voice wavers a little, the end of your sentence higher pitched and he nods, chuckling softly.

“‘Course it is” he reaches out for you and you take a step forward, he pulls you into his chest and you hug him tightly, nuzzling your head into his chest. You hear a little beep and suddenly music starts playing from the speakers, it’s a little slow, a little jazzy and you look up at him, your chin on his chest.

“You don’t dance” you say quietly and he wraps an arm around your waist, his fingers finding yours, entwining them together.

“No I don’t” He agrees, swaying slowly to the music, he pushes you a little and you twirl, before coming back to him

“But I will just this once”

He holds you close, humming along to the words as he dances you around the kitchen, you melt into his chest, and listen to the sounds vibrate through him. His voice is so smooth and deep, you feel it resonating within you, burning slowly while he keeps his arm tightly around your waist, rubbing soothing circles into the back of your hand. The drinks from the golf club are settling warmly right between your legs and the more you dance, pressed into his body, the hotter you seem to be getting.

You finally look up at him, staring into those perfect brown eyes and getting just as lost as you always do.

“I think I’m in love with you Joel Miller”

“Is that so?” He looks down at you, a silly expression on his face and you nod dreamily

“Uh huh”

“Well then… it’s a good thing I’m in love with you too” He dips you down you and squeal, holding onto his shoulder as he kisses you, his lips press into yours roughly and you wrap your arms around his neck while he brings you slowly back up. He turns you around and pushes you up against the counters, caging your body with his and you gasp when his leg slots between your thighs.

“We should eat Sugar, foods gonna get cold”

“Maybe we can have dessert first?” You ask sweetly and he smirks, his hands sliding over your figure slowly

“You’re the birthday girl, shit- I’m not complaining”

“This won’t mess with your plans right?? Because if eating first is more important, I have absolutely no problem stuffing my face right now”

“I guess that makes two of us”

You yelp as he picks you up in his strong arms, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately. He carries you to the kitchen table, leaning you over to blow out the candles and you grab the bottle of champagne once they’re out.

“That’s my girl”

He hurries back to the bedroom, dropping you down on the bed and taking the champagne from you, he sets it down to the side and lays over you, covering your body with his and settling between your legs. You groan softly as his length digs into you, grinding against you slowly.

His hands roamed your curves greedily, mapping out the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. Nothing made him happier than having his hands on you, feeling you underneath him, falling apart for him.

“Tell me what you want birthday girl”

He sits back on his knees, his hands sliding up your legs, pushing your skirt up around your waist. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugs, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside.

He studies your body laid out in front of him, committing every single detail to memory like he always does. That hungry look in his eyes… like he’s been waiting all day to have you to himself. You squirm under his gaze and he lifts his shirt off, tossing it with your panties and tilts his head

“Come on Sugar, speak up”

He grabs your hips, pulling you to him and grinding against you again. Your head falls back and you moan, rolling your hips up into his.

“Make love to me Joel” You purr softly, the alcohol burning through your body, heightening every gentle caress of his exploring hands “Please please please”

He unbuckles his jeans, shucking them off with his boxers and stroking his cock slowly, dragging the tip through your folds. Your eyes roll back in your head at the sight of his thick cock nestled in those soft dark curls

“Oh baby girl, it’s your birthday…,” He lines himself up and you shudder, feeling him teasing your entrance “You don’t have to beg”

He leans down, nuzzling your neck and kissing up your jaw, swallowing your sweet moans as he slowly pushes forward, his hard cock sinking into your tight, wet heat.

“Fuck, baby...” He groans against your lips, his voice strained with pleasure as your walls grip him like a vice. His deep need ringing in your ears as he growls darkly and nips at your ear.

“You fuck me so good” You praise him breathily, your head falling back in the pillows. Your back arches up as your legs spread wider for him and he grins against your skin, his hips stuttering at your little compliments

“You feel so fuckin' good, Sugar. So perfect and tight and mine...” He rolls his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

He starts to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a deep, steady rhythm. He hooks your knees over his elbows, nearly bending you in half as he loomed over you, his muscular body blanketing yours with each heavy thrust.

He kisses your neck, your jaw, your lips, his hands worshipping every inch of your skin. He thumbs your nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers as he thrust into you harder and faster.

“That's it, baby...” He pants, his breath hot against your ear. Take my cock, sweetheart. Take every inch of it like the good little girl you are.”

He nips at your neck, his hips snapping forward sharply and you reach out, your nails clawing your way down his back as your face twists in pleasure. You whine his name as he pushes your legs up higher, straightening them out and holding your calves. He pounds into you, losing control for a second and letting the primal urge to take you flood through his body like the whiskey he’d been drinking earlier to calm his nervous

You squeak in time with the pounding of the headboard and you’ve never been more glad you didn’t have neighbors, they’d be pounding in the wall at this point. You moan loudly and he chuckles, grabbing your ass and rutting into your pussy deeper

“That’s my pretty girl, fuck you cum whenever you want angel, it’s your day”

You try and hold on longer, but he doubles down, spreading his legs to sink deeper inside you and you snap, digging your nails into your arms as you cum around his cock, you sob out his name, fucking yourself on his cock as he praises you over and over, dirty whispers tumbling from his lips and driving him over the edge.

It’s cheesy to say, but it’s true, Joel is gorgeous when he cums, he paints your walls with his sticky seed, groaning loudly and shutting his eyes tight as his hips kiss yours. He collapses on top of you, your chests heaving as he lays on top of you.

“Gonna propose as soon as we wake up” He mumbles in your ear and you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling deeply into his shoulder and closing your eyes

“Gonna say yes”

You wake up to the smell of pasta. Really really good pasta. Your eyes blink open and Joel is waving a fork in front of your face, you reach your head up and puts it in your mouth, watching you chew slowly

“I almost wish you’d had us eat first” you sit up to a tray with both of your plates on it, it’s decorated with the rose petals from the table and a couple tea lights. He hands you your glass of Champagne and you take a sip before kissing his nose

“I would have used the real candles but that just seems like an accident waiting to happen” He kisses your cheek and sips his champagne, tinking his glass with yours

“Eat up sugar, gonna need your energy for later”

You swat at his thigh and dig in, your eyes rolling back slowly

“This. Is so good.” You moan around your chicken Alfredo and he grabs a bread stick, holding it out for you to take a bite

“You sure you’re not too upset we didn’t go out?”

He takes a bite out of the breadstick and you shake your head

“I’m sitting here naked, eating chicken Alfredo after getting my back blown out. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had!!”

[emeraldelysian]

Jung Wheein ✧ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

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Pairing: Jung Wheein x Reader Genre: Smut Synopsis: After an awful anniversary date with your boyfriend, you come home to your roommate Wheein to rant about the entire evening. What you don't realize is that Wheein has a plan to make you forget all about your bad date. Wordcount: 1.1K+ Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy, Roommate AU, Oral (F. Receiving), Lesbian, Praise Kink, Cheating on an Awful Boyfriend (all my homies hate Brian) Note: On my knees for women right now so I decided to write about it

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"-And then Brian had the audacity to call me a hot piece of ass in front of his friends! Can you believe it? What a prick."

Wheein watched you pace back and forth in her bedroom as you rambled on and on about the bad date you had with your boyfriend, the TV still on at a lower volume from when she was watching. What was meant to be a nice anniversary dinner at his house had quickly turned into a bro fest with your boyfriend treating you like trash in front of his friends, because he had supposedly "forgotten that you two were going to hang out."

You and Wheein had been roommates for some time, going from dorming together at your university to getting an apartment until you both figured out your lives.

"I mean I love him- or at least, I thought I did. But then I remember that every time we've had sex, he for some reason just doesn't think I need him to do anything?? Like sometimes I want attention too. And when he does give me attention, he makes it feel like a chore. Like he'd rather be doing literally anything else. And like I know sex education is terrible in some schools but he's a grown man. How does he not know what the clit is-"

"Well, what if I eat you out?" She didn't know what urged her to blurt out the words she did, and she avoided looking into your eyes the moment she said it. She could feel your gaze on her though as you took in what she asked.

“You- You want to- really?”

Your voice sounds far away and you have to snap yourself back to reality when Wheein stands up and looks at you.

Wheein nods slowly, brown eyes wide and curious. Pleading.

“You…you always told me girls are better at it than boys are,” she murmurs, hand gently grasping at your hand, “and — and you told me your boyfriend is bad at it. So let me try? Maybe I'll be better…”

She trails off, gnawing at her bottom lip while she looks at you. Her wide eyes and pouty lips make her look so innocent you think you’re going to combust.

'This is wrong', you think to yourself. You have a boyfriend, even if you hated him. The two of you could never be together. She’d probably regret it in the morning, you-

"You can teach me, can’t you? Please?”

Fuck it.

You swallow down the lump in your throat and nod, “Y-yeah, fuck, come here, pretty girl-“

You shuffle on the bed so you can lay against the pillows with your legs spread, your date clothes suddenly suffocating.

Wheein's so eager to please; she nods obediently and immediately scampers to slot herself in between your legs. Pretty manicured hands bring your shorts and panties to the side, and then she freezes. She’s shaking, brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. She has no clue what she’s doing and your pussy is so pretty- she’s nervous.

“S-stick your tongue out, baby. Y-yeah, just like that, oh my god-“ your hand shoots up to fist in those blond strands, the girl’s tongue timid and soft against your folds.

“Go a little…a little harde- fuck, baby, yes, swipe that sweet little tongue across my clit, j-just like that—“ you whimper, gasping. You involuntarily pull her forward, at the same time bucking your hips up to meet her mouth. it’s fucking heavenly.

You don’t even have to tell her what to do next, her plush lips wrapping around the bud and sucking hard. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

She pulls off for a second, blowing cool air over your clit and giggling when your legs jerk. Her eyes blink up at you slowly, half-lidded and hazy, “U-use me, please? Want you to- want you to cum in my mouth. Want to- want to be a good girl.”

Wheein needs praise. You don’t know how you didn’t clock that before. It sends you into some animalistic overdrive and you nod. How could you say no to something so precious?

“Yeah, pretty girl, fuck, get in here-“ you push her back down and she lets you, humming into your cunt obediently and swirling her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around the bud and sucking again.

This time she flicks her tongue against you as she sucks, soft hands running up and down your thighs as she does. Your hips are bucking wildly now, grinding up into that hot little mouth and whining as you do.

“Such a good girl for me, so pretty. Gonna make me c-cum, oh my god-“ You should be embarrassed by how high-pitched your voice is, how quickly you’re going to cum. You probably would be later, but your orgasm is barreling towards you and you can’t bring yourself to care.

All it takes is those pretty eyes blinking up at you through long lashes and that knot in your tummy snaps, your back arching as tears fall down your cheeks. It feels so good you’re shaking. You realize it’s been far too long since you’ve had a real orgasm.

“S-so good, shit, my good girl, god- take it, take it-“ You hump her face through your orgasm, cunt fluttering and spasming. It’s too good. Wheein keeps sucking your cunt like the perfect girl she is.

Your legs shake, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You pet at her hair absentmindedly, eyes half lidded.

She pulls off with a wet pop, resting a soft cheek on the fat of your thigh and looking up at you with a giggle, “Was that good?”

She’s got stars in her eyes. you only nod, running your fingers through pretty strawberry locks, “S-so good. Where the hell did you learn all that? Use me? Be a good girl? Are you insane, Wheein?”

She’s embarrassed, pale cheeks flushing bright red when she replies, “I- I remember how you used to talk about the guys you’d be with and what they'd do wrong so I wanted to try out the things you've said you wanted."

You groan. She’s perfect.

“Fuck, you’re unreal. Get up here and let me return the favor or I'm gonna die.” You grin as she nods eagerly.

Your phone dings with a message from Brian, the phone screen flashing with a "Send a pic" text. You roll your eyes, hands already gripping her hips and lowering her down onto your tongue as you mentally make the decision to break up with him the next morning.

[nightmare-niko]

A little bit of Jealousy [Kim Hongjoong x reader]

A/n: should I make a smut pt 2 of this??

Warnings: jealous reader, not proofread <3

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Dating someone as famous as Kim Hongjoong had its obstacles. Nothing that the two of you couldn't handle, of course. But one thing you were never prepared for was following him on tour. You’ve been dating Hongjoong for almost five years, you had become amazing friends with all of the members in that time. Even though you had been together for so long, you'd never had thought about following him around the world on tour.

But here you were; mask and hat on hiding your identity, pretending to be staff (Don’t question it???) You made sure to keep your distance from Hongjoong, staying a few paces away from the commotion.

You kept a careful eye on your beautiful boyfriend. He's been on work-mode all day, you couldn't wait to have boyfriend-mode Hongjoong back. You watched as he signed things and took selfies. You loved watching his fan interactions, but seeing them in real life felt different. You had no problem watching tons of fans call your man handsome online, but in real life...

Jealousy slowly seeped into every fiber of your being. You knew it was ridiculous to be feeling this way but you honestly couldn’t help it. You decided to just bite your tongue and try to keep cool.

•

The two of you finally were alone in the blacked out van. Sitting basically on top of him, your nerves finally began to settle.

"Are you hungry?" You look over at Hongjoong.

He hums gently, "a little." He looks up to his manager that driving the car to the hotel. “When our manager goes to sleep wanna sneak out and get some food?” He whispers in your ear. His warm breath making your skin break out in goosebumps.

"Okay but i we get caught, im blaming you.”

Hongjoong laughs gently and tightens his grip on you.

•

The two of you slip into a private booth at a restaraunt nearly your hotel.

"Oh my god! Is this a date?" You joke, leaning into him.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be! " He reaches across the table to hold your hand.

"We haven't beenon a date like this in so long!" You cheer, tightening your grip on Hang joongs hand.

“I know, this is nice... I’ve missed you.” His voice a sincere tone.

Oh how this night was perfect...

That was until your waitress scampered up to your table. The sentual sway of her hips and the swing of her ponytail was enough to have you on edge. You had to watch other people flirt with your man all day, and now you have a waitress to worry about.

The girl batted her eyelashes seductively as she introduced herself to only your boyfriend. Unluckily for you, your lovely Hongjoong was ever the gentleman. That meant he already knew your order. You knew that he wasn't flirting with her. He just happened to be oozing with charm and charisma. The waitress was eating it up regardless and by the time she walked away steam was blowing out of your ears.

“What's wrong my love?"

You clench your jaw, "nothing, why?"

"Cmon, baby, don't be like that."

You sigh, "she was flirting with you." you mumble, rage quickly being replaced by embarrassment.

You watch Hongjoongs face turn from worry to something more mischievous, “you’re jealous?”

“What! Ugh! No-” You defend, "I'm just pointing it out, that's all...”

Your boyfriend doesn’t believe your half assed lies. Not does he have time to calm your worries, because the waitress was back with your drinks, great. You and Hongjoong usualy ordered cokes with your food, simple. But unlike your soda Hongjoong’s drink had a tiny decoration on top of it. You scoff, staring daggers at the bold waitress. You continue to star as she walks away.

"Are you kidding mie right now??” You shift your gure to meet Hongjoong’s”

He just shrugs, "maybe she's just a fan!”

"Just a fan my ass. She hasn't even looked in my direction the whole time we've been here!" You complain to your boyfriend. "She's totally into you. WOW that little-"

“Baby! Please,” he stops your outburst. “I’m here for you. Only you, no random waitress is going to change that’s.”

There’s not a single part of you that thought Hongjoong was unfaithful. But you still didn’t like watching randoms flirt with what was yours. You sigh, deciding not to let something so small ruin your night with your boyfriend.

By the time the two of you got back into your hotel room there was only one thing un your minds.

Bed time.

"What time do we have to wake up tomorrow, Joong? " You ask, taking out your pjs from your suitcase.

"Not until later," he pauses, "Why?"

You shrug," I was just gonna hop in the shower real quick." Hongjoong quirks up, "wanna join me?”

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[thegreengnome]

Can you write a fluffy fic where the woman who Aemond crushes on jumps into his arms after she sees a mouse?

Of course! I hope you like it!

Squeak

Aemond was not used to this feeling- this feeling that seemed to make its home at the bottom of his stomach. A pit that seemed to form only around Y/N. A lady that had joined the court at Kings Landing not that long ago, she had been accompanied by her father and brothers, as her father arrived to take his place on the small council.

The very girl that seemed to be around every corner, her laugh always reaching his ears, haunting him almost, but also pleasing him with her presence, regardless if she knew he was nearby or not. The girl was lovely, too lovely for a place like Kings Landing and almost certainly too lovely for someone like him.

Once again, she was here, right in front of him. The pale green dress that she had chosen to wear that day almost matched his own doublet. Was it intended – he did not think so – mayhap it was fate. The jewels she had placed in her hair sparkled up at him, even in the low light of the corridor.

The way down to the kitchens was long, Aemond felt like it was his duty to accompany the lone lady down the corridor. Even if she did not know that she was being escorted.

Or so he believed.

“Will you lurk behind me in the darkness forever, my prince?”

Started Aemond stopped short. He had been trained in the art of the sword since he was a young child. He was taught to be light on his feet, to be quiet and controlled and this one girl had brought that all to a sudden halt.

Regaining some sense, Aemond straightens “I simply wished to make sure you arrived at your destination safely. My lady”

“Of course, My prince”

Taken the silence as approval, the young prince continues to escort the maiden to the kitchens

The quiet was not uncomfortable it was dare he think it – nice, pleasant.

The lady laced her arm through Aemonds – no words exchanged by the pair.

After a brief sign of hesitation from the prince, he retrieves the girl’s hand in his own, his warm and calloused fingers rubbing the back of Y/N’s petite hand.

The kitchens were vacant. The staff have not retired to their chambers at the earliest sign of the moon.

Still laced together, Y/N Pulls the prince along in the direction that she wants to go in. They walk straight into one of the many pantries full of food for the coming days.

“How oft do you do this, my lady?”

A mischievous giggle leaves Y/N lips “As oft as I like” turning from the Targaryen and pulling out a sweet confection Y/N pushes it towards Aemond “Here” licking the remaining sugar from her fingers one by one.

Placing the convection in his mouth, Aemond could not take his eye from the fingers being licked. He then lifts his eye to hers, locked together.

It did not seem like they would break contact. It was perfect – nothing could ruin the moment between the prince and his lady.

Well not nothing

Y/N did not register the pattering of tiny feet nor sis she takes note of the small squeaks that followed, at least she did no until out of the corner of her eye she spots a brown creature scampering towards the very same convection that she and the prince had enjoyed.

The scream was not the type of noise he intended to hear from his companion but the resulting action was not something he was angry at. Arms wrapped around Aemond’s neck tightly, legs secure in his powerful arms. She felt safe and Aemond felt satisfied at this turn of events.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Babysitter

The Media Nanny Mcphee

Character Simon Brown (Age up)

Couple Simon X Reader

Rating SMUT AF AF

Warning: Semi non-consent / aged up smut /

I rolled my eyes and sighed, as I stood at the top of the stairs my father was going out with Evangeline for the evening meaning we needed a babysitter. I utterly protested the idea but he was insistent, After all this time he still doesn't trust me! Then again I suppose my childhood of chasing away nannies this is my pay for it, nineteen and still having a bloody babysitter. Then again there are a lot of kids in this house and I'll just wanna stay in the bedroom so... maybe it's not all that bad an Idea, even if I'm not happy about it. 

My father and Evangeline came out from wishing everyone goodbye in the playroom and were faced with me, 

"Simon stop pouting," he said, 

"I'm not pouting."

The door knocked and he rolled his eyes, "Be nice." He said going to answer it, 

I stuck my tongue out but I admit... I was taken aback by what stepped through the door. Most of our babysitters had been older women from town but...

She was young with a bun of sweet hair and a long blue dress she... she's beautiful. But I stiffened myself.

They gave her some basic info and they headed off shutting the door leaving her and I alone. 

"Good Afternoon Master Brown." She cooed, 

"Uhhh After- Afternoon." I nodded, "And you are?"

"Y/n. The Babysitter."

"Ahh." I glared, 

"I hope you don't mind you seem a little old for a babysitter?" She giggled, 

"Yeah, I'm nineteen."

"Aww a year younger then me," she giggled, "seems a little odd."

"I have uhhh I have a lot of siblings,"

"Ohh I see, I take it you're the big eldest boy."

"I am the oldest. yeah." I snapped not exactly thrilled she was talking to me like I was a child. 

"Very well I'll stay out of your way then Master Brown" she curtsied before heading into the house, 

I rolled my eyes and followed her at a distance making sure to keep an eye on her as she looked after my siblings even if I admit looking at her in that cute little blue dress was making me a little crazy, especially if she bent over revealing her black boots and stockings below, she was now in the kitchen preparing dinner I did feel kinda selfish not helping her but still I couldn't help but watch.

I noticed my little half-sister, one of Evangeline's daughters scamper in, little Lisa came in and looked at the dinner being prepared before grabbing the skirt of 

"aww hello there, how can I help you? yes it's a lovely dress isn't it, you're welcome to feel if you'd like,"

And of course, Lisa was happy to do so playing with Y/n's dress excitedly and giggling away, Y/n didn't bother to pay her that much attention and it was... such a strangely arousing thing to watch as Lisa in her innocence was fluttering and flapping y/n's dress trying to flip it and getting frustrated that she couldn't make it do the things she wanted it to do, it was completely innocent just a young girl playing with a woman's skirt nothing sexual of course given Lisa is four and has no idea what she's doing and y/n doens't know I can... uhhh see... what's happening and the mere flashes of her stockings was enough to send me up the wall. But the play had become tugging and pulling and flicking and flapping, trying to see what was under the skirt in her sweet innocent curiosity oblivious to her antics and the effect they had on me, I watched for a creepy amount of time as one flick made the fabric flick up and for a moment reveal the top of her stockings around her thighs and a flash however brief of white cotton panties... 

I gulped as I tried to savour such a view for a mere second before the dress fluttered back down. 

"Go on go get your brothers and sisters," Y/n told Lisa as she finished making dinner, Lisa nodded and scampered away happily to tell everyone and it was then I was caught looking. "Can I help you master brown?" 

I jumped at the thought she may have known I was there but given her glance, she only just saw me, I sighed in relief to think she didn't know I saw everything, "I was just... I was just, err, checking to see that you were alright - you're a pretty woman you must get all the attention, I hope my siblings aren't annoying you?"

"of course not there all lovely" she Smiled "Dinner, is ready if you'd like to join us? if you're not too big and grumpy up in the bedroom?"  

"No I uhh I'm happy to," I nodded, even if I was a little annoyed at her once again talking to me like I was a child,

I took my seat as everyone headed in and began to eat, the food was nice and she did keep everyone settled fairly well and once again after dinner, everyone scurried off outside to play. 

"I guess you're pretty good at this babysitting thing, I thought you'd have given up by now."

"why your all such Angels" she Smiled picking up Lisa and helping her down from her chair to run off too, 

As she bends over to set Lisa on the floor I can't help but look and think of what I saw, I wanted so so badly to see them again. 

"yes?" She asked "Something the matter Simon? You're as red as a strawberry?"

"No, no, no nothing really I was just... I... I'm okay. Just... I-I was just watching you... you're a great babysitter is all, and you're so patient."

"Well thank you very much," she cooed, before she headed out to the garden to keep an eye on them, I followed her of course and stood with her a moment, "aren't you going to play Simon?" She asked and for a moment I glared as, "Sorry," she giggled, 

"no, I'd rather watch you. You're such a good babysitter you know, it's fascinating."

"Thank you," She smiled "But you're never too big to play you know" She smiled, "It's fine your just coming to the end of your I need to be cool phase?"

"I guess..."

"I went through a too-cool phase too"

"It's a weird time, especially with so many kids around I wanna be an adult but... also feel like, I'm not too cool, you know, I'm still young - I'm still a kid. It's just, we have our own thing going on back there and I... I was fine just watching you."

"Alright," she smiled,

For a moment there was this... quiet between us a gentle acceptance I suppose, but she soon broke it.

 "I know you were looking"

I blushed like crazy, embarrassed, humiliated but I had to speak, "Oh-oh, uhm, yeah... I-I couldn't help it. You're an attractive woman and I couldn't help but notice. Sorry."

"you're not in trouble." she giggled, "It's fine Simon, Perfectly natural for boys your age Girls are a big thing for you,"

"I guess... kinda hard to meet any given I'm struck here all the time with them," I said I had to admit it, it was true I rarely see girls my own age or anywhere near it, I rarely see anyone but my great aunt and my siblings, and she is so beautiful, so cute and sweet, 

“you share a room I notice with your siblings?"

I nod my head, still feeling overwhelmed and blush a little bit but I don't want to make it awkward, so I just keep my head lowered. "Y-Yeah, we all sleep in the same room."

"awww poor thing" she cooed "Why not ask your father for your own space? he surely can't expect you to be happy bunking in the same room as your baby sister at your age"

"Yeah, yeah I'd like my own space,"

"I'm sure of it, and I have to admit that attic with that nice round window does look nice and spacious, it might be a little dusty and need some TLC but a good space for the eldest brother to make his own" she smiled "plenty of space and privacy too... Grow up"

"It would be like my own private sanctuary, you know, my own corner of the world. I think I'd love it." I smiled, "I've always been really mature for my age. but I would give anything for my own space to... grow up." 

"Simon?"

"Yeah?"

"Promise me, no matter the... Raging hormones and rebellious madness, don't forget to still be a kid, you might be mature for your age I was too but trust me one day soon... you'll suddenly realise all you ever really wanted want to be a kid." she explained and even if she had only lived one more year then me I felt the weight in her words more so then any other person, I felt like I truly believed her for once, "but you can always have fun as an adult it's not the be all and end all, you can be childish any age and mature any age, what matters is experiences and having fun"

"Thank you, I will" I nodded, unable to stop looking at her,

"I take it girls are a big focus for you right now or am I just lucky?"

"um... yes... I mean, yeah, girls have been catching my attention lately. and uhhh you are also lucky I uhh don't get to see many girls- Women sorry."

"It's alright, I went boy crazy when I was a little younger than you," 

Just the thought of her being boy-crazy gives me butterflies in my stomach, "Yeah I guess getting to the end of the cool phase far more into the girl crazy, I guess maybe I'll level out when I'm a bit older."

"Perhaps you can peak up ladies' skirts" she laughed "when you're older"

"Ughhhhhh...."

"something wrong?"

"Um, no, nothing's wrong. I'm just... thinking, that's all."

"I'm just thinking about... uh..."

"your thinking about my skirt aren't you?"

"Okay, yes I am. Do you... do you mind?"

"not at all."

I froze up at the idea she didn't mind me thinking of her skirt! Ohh god I wanna do so so much more then think about her skirt 

"Simon?"

"I uhhhhh i ughhh I umnmmmmm yes y/n?"

"It's fine, you can look we're both adults here."She giggled and plaid with her own dress skirt a little

I'm not sure why the way she's playing with her is so distracting and hot... but it is. I can't seem to look away from the way the skirt is rising. The more she plays with it, the more I can't see myself looking away. her hips and legs are too distracting. I blushed so intensely because despite telling myself to look away, I just can't. I should look away, but I'm enjoying the view way too much. The more I stare, the hotter and more intense it is for me. her legs are so incredible, she is simply out of this world. I can't believe she's letting me keep peeking! she knows I'm standing here, she knows I'm looking! but... it almost feels like she wants me to look... 

Maybe I should play with her skirt. I can't possibly miss this chance, it might not ever come by again. I guess it wouldn't hurt to just.. play with her skirt. It would be fun and a little cheeky right...? Without really thinking too much, I slowly moved my hand onto her dress's skirt and moved myself to stand behind her she had yet to protest or even turn to look at me so I quickly slipped my hand up underneath her skirt. I can't even think straight right now but I'm enjoying this way too much. the soft skin of her thighs, her sweet stockings, her slinky dress, her warm skin, her lavender perfume, I can tell that this is wrong and I probably shouldn't be doing this... But I can't think too much when I'm so hot and distracted by her body. Playing with her skirt is so naughty, and I love being naughty... I'm gonna play with it.

I slide my hand up a little bit further, not all the way up but far enough that my hand is just below the top of her thigh feeling the soft warm skin. I'm really getting close now, a little bit closer and my hand could accidentally slide higher with a few more inches. I wonder how far I can really take this before she tells me to stop... I'm at the point where if I move my hand a tad higher, then my fingers will be resting on the hem of her panties. This is probably a little too naughty, maybe I should stop. But I'm enjoying this a little too much. she seem to be letting me do this as well, so I guess I can't get in trouble for it... can I?

The thought of moving my fingers a little bit higher has me tempted. It would be extremely naughty, and I'll definitely be taking a huge risk... But the thought of doing it is so alluring and tempting at the same time. I need to make a quick decision, because if I hesitate too long, then my hand will move on its own... And I don't want that to happen. I should just do it

I slipped my hand up to meet the soft white cotton of her cute little panties they were so smooth and soft I fondled her ass through them with my hand for a few seconds already feeling like I'm drooling all over her shoulder just at getting to touch her! I don't know how much more she'll let me do but I am not stopping! I don't think magic or madness could stop me now!

I kept fondling and groping her ass for a good while but I knew what I wanted I decided to move my hand to a naughty spot. I moved my hand down between her legs and stroked her sweet pussy through her panties I found her clit and began to stroke it softly The way I'm moving it is not so much a playful touch anymore, but a very naughty touch. It's making my heart beat so fast, but it's such a thrill to do it. I can't believe I'm doing this to her, but I'm getting such a rush from this.

The moment my fingers grazed her, "uhh! Simon!" She squealed slightly but not enough to alert anyone,

Hearing her squeal slightly takes me by surprise, but the sound of her moaning and squealing in enjoyment is so hot. I'm already blushing so intensely, and with that sound, in my ears, the rush is getting even stronger now. She has no idea the things I want to do with her right now but these things flooded my mind, of ripping her panties and fingering her like a creature possessed, of bending her over and having my way with her, of throwing her over my shoulder taking her up to my bed in the bedroom and... ohh god the things I'd do to her, but I didn't want to waste a moment of this, I don't want to stop and I want to keep going, especially after that little squeal she made. I don't know what's getting into me, but touching her like this is making me feel really hot my erection had fully jumped to attention in my pants and was throbbing at the sound of her gasps, 

"uhh Simon..." She moaned "this isn't an appropriate way to touch your babysitter -"

"Ummmm I know, I know, I know," I told her kissing her cheek, "Tell me to stop. Please... Please... Tell me to stop before I do something bad..."

"Are you going to if I don't tell you to stop?"

"I think so... make me stop, beg me to stop, tell me to stop, I... I want to do this.... so so fucking bad." 

she only moaned again her moan is absolutely enchanting, so much so that I start to feel incredibly hot and passionate. I can't believe she's letting me continue doing this, but I'm enjoying it so much. I really am. The thrill and rush is making me feel so naughty and excited. The more her moan keeps filling my ears, the more I enjoy playing with her.

I think I'm going to continue this, and maybe even go further.

My fingers keep touching her very sensitive spot her sweet little clit. I'm blushing and giggling softly as she continues moaning. The rush of this is incredible, I've never felt this good before. And the sounds of her getting more and more aroused and excited is like music to my ears, it makes all my senses more vibrant.

My fingers caress her clit gently, making it more and more enjoyable. I'm playing with her and teasing her like this. I'm enjoying it so much. I'm enjoying it a little too much, actually. My own heart is pounding so fast and my cock throbbing in my pants, I can hardly focus. The way her body moves and reacts to my touch is just too hot. It's impossible to stop at this point, I just can't resist anymore...

"uhhhh! Simon, I'll-"

her moaning fills my ears and makes me so excited. I feel so tempted to touch her more, the feel of your body and how it moves and reacts to my touch is just too much. The sounds of her moaning my name only make me more curious to touch her  like this, she isn't stopping me so I'm gonna keep going, 

At this point, my fingers began rubbing on her clit hard and mercilessly through her cotton panties, The touch against her body is making her moan even more now, and the way her body reacts to me playing with her in such a naughty way is just too much. she seems to be enjoying this a little too much, which only makes this even more appealing. I'm going to keep playing unless she really stops me, and even then I'm not sure I'd be able too 

"Simon- Simon- ughh!"

The sound of her getting closer and making these noises is driving me crazy. I'm blushing so hard, my fingers are rubbing and caressing her so much they were tried but I didn't bear to stop. It's making my blood boil all over my body and all I see now is her in front of me, I'm enjoying this so much. her body looks so beautiful and I can't really think about anything else right now. she is making me so hot and I can't make myself stop this.

She suddenly clamped a hand on her skirt and on his hand holding my hand tightly the other on her mouth as she concealed her squeal, immediately her body tensed up and the wetness that had been gathering in her panties as I touched her began running like a river down her legs 

"Simon!" She protested

My heart stopped when she grabbed my hand. her tight grasp on my hand and watching it all running down her legs made my mind shut down completely. I could barely think straight anymore and I was completely at a loss for words. I thought I was gonna faint! Or cum! Or both i don't even know what I was gonna do! 

I just had to get a grip on myself!

Or don't get a grip on myself if I don't wanna make a mess all over her dress... but ... also... i kinda wanna... 

The feeling of the wetness running down her legs was unexpected but something about it also aroused me immensely. It was hot, really hot. The grip she had on my hand was so tight but it's like I didn't want to move my hand either. I know what she did... what I... made her do, but I just want to have a bit more time playing with her. She make me feel so seductive, so intoxicated.

 she's like a forbidden fruit, and I just want to have a lil' more taste.

the way her body reacted to me touching her makes me acknowledge that I definitely am not the only one enjoying this... The wettness running down your legs is making me feel hot and giddy at the thought I had her do such a thing. I wanna do more than just touch, I wanna explore... I wanna slide my hand down there and explore her entire body.

My hand is still firmly clamped down by her, and I have to figure out my next move. I don't think I can go any further than this. Unless she'll let me. I feel like she may be open to playing a little more. she seemed so spirited earlier, and her body is still trembling showing she enjoyed my touch and I bet she wants more...

I bet she's clamping my hand to her pretty pussy to make sure not to let me move my hand. 

Maybe this is her way of stopping me moving away? Or maybe you just want more time to let the adrenaline settle? 

she still trembling from her orgasm and I'm still trembling from the rush, and I still feel like playing a little bit more. It's such a hot moment, one that I don't want to take for granted. I must not let this moment pass and I need to keep exploring her body...

after a minute or two She let go of my hand moving her own back from her mouth gasping hard,

Immediately My fingers go back to caressing that sensitive little clit again,

She gasped was loud, and I hope nobody can hear this. My cheeks are still blazing red, and I'm breathing pretty heavily myself. her body feels so hot and shs shaking so much, but I must not stop playing with her just yet...

"no! No! No! Simon!" She gasped almost squealing,

her voice and the way she breathed that last one sounded a lot like a moan, and the more this moment persists the hotter it keeps getting. 

she says no but you're not stopping me that easily babydoll? Do you really mean no or are you teasing me now..? 

My fingers are still caressing her lit, I'm enjoying this too much to stop...

her breath gets faster and I can hear her getting more and more aroused. her body keeps trembling and I can hear her making little noises to keep it all inside. I'm enjoying this way too much, I really am... Even if we're going to get caught, it would be completely worth it. I'm going to keep caressing that body of hers, I could keep playing with her like this all day if she really let me...

"Simon stop!" She begged,

"Mmm... Why? You're not stopping me now are you?" Your voice is barely a whisper now and she's begging. "Ummm! I told you to stop me before I did something naughty babydoll" I growled in her ear, "You should have stopped me when you had the chance.."

Your words sound so hot, so provocative. And the more you beg the hotter and more passionate this whole moment makes me feel. I'm not gonna stop, not yet at least. Not unless I'm forced too...

"ohh... ughhhh! Simon... you... You have no clue what you've done do you?" She gasped,

"Humm babydoll? What have I done?" I growled, "We both know what I made you do babydoll... and I'm gonna keep playing with my little doll until I'm finished with her," 

"Simon please your father could-"

"He could come home your right, he could see us." I smirked, "Or any of them, humm what would my father say his trusted babysitter was found with my hand up her skirt, dripping her squirt down her legs having just orgasmed while she was meant to be taking care of the children?" 

"Simon stop please- I" she begged, 

 her words are so hot and so arousing, it's hard to think straight.

How can I think about anything else when it feels like her body is burning hot with arousal? I can't believe the way this has escalated, but oh god I don't regret a minute of it. her body is still trembling and her voice keeps getting more and more flustered. I can't stop, I refuse to stop playing with her.

"no! Simon, you have to stop please!" She begged

"Mmmm... Don't worry, I will stop. when I'm done." I growled, "Ummm just let me touch you babydoll,"

"Suimon please..." she begged,

her begging just makes it more tempting, and honestly, I don't really care that we're on the verge of being caught.... It kinda makes it even hotter that way.

I'll keep playing with her as long as I could, until she can't take it anymore. I'm in complete control of her body and she is in complete control of me. The thrill is amazing. all I want is her, all she needs is me, I want to throw her on the grass and fucking take her! I grab her panties and push them aside slipping my fingers inside her as I rubbed her overstimulated clit, 

"no! No more!" She whines

"Just for a little bit? I promise you'll love it, it'll be good for both of us..."

"No please" she whined,

"come on babydoll, come on, little more for me," I groaned fingering her so hard her wetness was flooding down my hand her whole body shaking and squealing as quietly as she could her only suppose to even stand is me and I'm the one torturing her giving her no escape from this feeling inside her, and she hit her second orgasm screaming below her hand as she clamped it back over her mouth her body almost falling against me as wetness flooded out of her and her whole body tensed and suddenly related, "Ummmm you feel so good when you do that," I muttered slowly down to let her ride it out and as soon as she could breathe again I smirked and began to finger her again moving them as hard as what got her to her orgasm but she forced my hand away and turned to me holding her hand between her thighs as she struggled to even stand,

"no!" She demanded, "No more."

"Just one more for me babydoll."

"I said no." She snapped grabbing my hand and tugging me inside with her, 

The moment they where in the kitchen she whispered but with her face red and her hands clamped between her legs "oh my god - oh my god- oh my god- Simon!"

"ummmm I know, it was so so good-"

"It was not!"

"wasn't it? we both can see what you did y/n."

she's completely red in the face and she still has her hands clamped between her legs. she's 

Ummm just watching her like this in the aftermath of two orgasms it's so hot and arousing, she's almost moaning as she tries to speak 

her body is moving and trembling so much and it's making it so much more difficult to keep my head straight I just wanna get my hands back up that dresses skirt,  she still biting back her moans which just makes it so much more arousing. My entire body is shaking as well now, the heat from this little moment is getting my body hotter and hotter.

"Simon we- We-"

"I know what we did babydoll... now... uummmm let me back at you-" I groaned trying to grab her but she pushed me back, 

she kept saying she wanted me to stop playing but her body looked so desperate, so needy like she needs me so badly to keep going. all her begs are doing is making me want to play more and more with her I try again to get at her but 

"Simon I said stop!" She demanded forcing his hands away

My mind is almost shutting down from this but I don't want to let go just yet.

my body is craving for more play, even if you want me to stop. I'm not going to let anyone or anything get in my way of playing with you babydoll

"Don't stop... I said do NOT stop!" I demanded, "Please just let me play more. Your body wants it too right? You know it does... Your body is dying for it. It makes it so much easier if you don't keep fighting me..." I growled kissing all over her face trying to tug her dress up as I pinned her waist to the table, 

My hands run up to the hem of her dress and I can't help myself, I lift it up completely exposing her thigh her stockings and her little soaked white panties still put to the side to make room for my fingers, she turns bright red humiliated and embarrassed at having herself exposed like this, I don't even hesitate I grabbed her waist with one hand and set my other to thrust two fingers inside her and rub her clit as hard as I can, The sensation of my hand coming into contact with her skin is intoxicating. 

"Simon! No!" She ordered, "Simon!" She screamed, "stop it! Now! Immediately you stop this right now! Or I'll tell your father!" She begged, "ahhhhh! Simon!"

"One more of your orders and you think I'll stop?"

I'm in total control of this moment right now and I will play with her as long as I can. I can barely breathe right now and I feel like I'm going to pass out from such excitement, her orders don't stop me one little bit, I'm not going to stop until I feel like stopping. Even if that means me keeping my hands on her skirt, I'll find a way to play with her. 

I know You can't resist me, and you can't stop me either babydoll, 

"If you wanted me to stop you should have stopped me when you had the chance. Now my little doll let me play with you until I'm tried of you." I demanded, 

"uhh Simon" she muttered

her response only drives me even wilder, at the moan of her giving in, her submitting, I admit.... The thrill and excitement of what I'm doing gets me so agitated that I want more and more. The idea I've already made my babysitter cum twice and I'm gonna force another out of her was more then anything I could imagine, 

"uhhh Simon!" She moans

her moans It makes it so much more intoxicating for me. "Ughhhhh fuck! Babydoll.." I muttered kissing her neck, "Uhhh your moans are gonna make me cum my little doll," I smirked rubbing on her thigh the sight was enough to thrill me but I need a little friction to get myself there even if I'm pretty sure I don't need much, 

"uhh Simon please -"

We both seem totally lost in our own little world as our exploration brings us a lot of pleasure. I feel my mind start to drift off as everything seems so euphoric, I know I'm close too and god damn do I just wanna take my pants off and fucking ruin her! 

She begins to shake her hands gripping the table her head thrown back which only made my hips go faster and faster, 

The sight of her now is driving me insane, her body is shaking and she's obviously letting go of everything but the pleasure my hand can give her, The sound of her heavy breathing in my ear makes it feel like my senses are shutting down, all I can feel and hear is her. It was like the whole world was coming together to give her as much pleasure as possible.

 I'm only now admitting just how much power I have over both of our bodies...

"Simon Simon please im-"

Hearing your voice calling my name makes my body suddenly seize a little. "Ummmm I know babydoll, I know, I am too. just... just let me keep going, just let me feel you-"

"ohh Simon! Your gonna make me- ughhh! Simon, please don't stop don't stop please"

When I hear her voice beg me not to stop it sends a sudden shiver throughout my body. 

"I won't stop, I'm never gonna stop my beautiful little doll!"

"Simon... Simon... I-" her voice breaks

 I can tell that she's losing any control she had on her body, it's shaking hard and her voice is breaking. 

"If I continue further then it's possible you might lose yourself completely to me babydoll"

"uhh! Uuuhh!" She froze up her body completely shut down and gave herself to my pleasure completely her arms wrapped around my neck her head thrown back as her squirt ran down her legs and that sight was enough to tip me over sending me to an utter plane of ecstasy and euphoria unlike anything I had ever given myself in the rare moments alone in the bath or if my family had gone out, this was another level and my eyes rolled back as I pushed my body hard against her 

"Ughhhhh! Ughghhhh Y/n!" I moaned as I tried to hold both of us up as we gasped and relaxed from that high, "I uhhh I uhh I'm sorry I uhh I think I went mad there."

"Yeah, you kinda did. it's fine Simon" she smiled giving my lips a little kiss, I happily kissed her back cradling her in my arms and fixing her dress for her, 

"Thank you.. so so much!"

"You're welcome, thank you very much," she giggled,

"You are... without a doubt the best babysitter I have ever had." 

"Aww thank you, Do you think you could recommend me? get me some more work?"

"No way."

"No?"

"No, you're all mine babydoll," I cooeed kissing her sweet soft lips when we pulled back I noticed the uhh state of my pants and her dress, "Ohh uhh we should uhhh"

"Yes, look after them I'll go wash this" she nodded scampering away, 

I happily did so still feeling on a little cloud when she came back I went and changed my underwear and my pants, hiding any evidence of our snuggles and we may have... made out in secret a little after she put everyone else to bed I wanted so much more! I wanted to take her up to the attic, lay her on the floor and... make her mine. 

But soon enough my dad and Evangeline came home so I hid upstairs as she let them know it all went well and she took her pay before she left heading home, I smiled so happily.

"Ohh you're still up Simon?" My dad asks as he comes to the kitchen and sees me,

"Yeah," I shrug this was fairly normal for me still being up so late, and I admit I couldn't help striking as he leant on the table that... y/n and I had... plaid against. 

"so? How was it?"

"Fine, she kept stuff handled." I shrugged,

"So? you think maybe she's okay?" he asked, "no issues with her like your other babysitters?"

"she is... acceptable," I said, trying not to smirk or blush too much,

"So if we wanted to go out again, you're fine with her?"

"I am happy for her to be the babysitter, whenever you guys need to go out." I told him,

"Good, I'm glad we found someone you kids all like." he chuckled,

"yeah, ohh by the way...."

"yes?"

"The attic? Can I have it as my own room?"

"... well... your a big boy now I guess that's alright, we'll get it sorted tomorrow." he said heading off out the kitchen and I couldn't help but smile 

Yes! 

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Knocking

Sam Winchester x Black! Goth! Fem! reader

Sam is haunted by a memory

Warnings: angst, reader doesn't appear in this, it's all from Sam's point of view after they broke up, and we also don't know why they broke up. Sam doesn't know if he wants her back or not. It could've been Sam's fault or hers, anger, is he having a nightmare? A vivid hallucination? I'm not totally sure myself. Sam and reader may have been toxic or obsessive but we don't know who was worse.

I adore Edgar Allan Poe's work, I've been a fan of gothic literature since I was a little kid and writing this character has been really nice for me. I've studied his works since I was a young girl, and I try to replicate his writing style a lot. I also try to follow his workings of every word adding something to the story. I really hope I pulled it off, I'm really passionate about this one. Please let me know your thoughts!

I feel like I never give Sammy enough love </3

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Since they broke up, Sam's nights were long and filled with loneliness. Since she left, he was no more cursed than the people he helped with ghastly issues revolving around ghosts of the past. How ironic, that he was now the haunted one. The torment of his life, from his mothers life being ripped away right before his young eyes to now could never compare to this pain.

Her dark brown eyes seemed to be in the moon, the night sky, everything around him. His work impeded, of course because he mainly works at night, stopped simply because she was gone. Her dark hair reflected in every surface, in every rose he saw, each star in the sky.

Shrouded in pain, the room silently slipped away from around him. Was this it? His grip on sanity finally leaving him once and for all? No. Like his body was being shaken and squeezed, then released. Still in the same pain and agony.

Now, he laid alone in his bed. His room, empty and his arms bereft of her. Yet, if he shut his eyes he could imagine the pillow beside him was her. He could imagine the soft silk, the feel of her skin, her scent filling his nostrils.

A soft, scratching noise was heard through the halls, a scampering that scratched his brain. Morphing into a noise he missed, of feet padding down the hall to his room. Should he sit up? What was the point? A monster there to eradicate him, would ease his pain and suffering. The sound stopped, right before his door a familiar pair of black socks sitting outside his door. It couldn't be, could it? His love coming back?

No. It couldn't be. Not after his mistakes. After those she made, could he let her back? Had she truly made any against him? Was he even sure anymore? A knocking tore him from his despairing thoughts, soft and sweet. Like her knocking.

It couldn't be. More knocking followed, and it grew louder with each soft beat. Gentle raps pounded through his skull.

"Go away, Dean." The mutter was soft as the knocks, yet it did nothing against his persistent visitor. More knocking.

"Dean, stop." No other solution existed. It had to be Dean.

"It's not Dean." Was all he heard. The voice haunted him, sending shocks through his mind, at the haunting voice. It wasn't her. She swore she would never return. Or had he forced her to that oath? His blood pumped rapidly, palms began to perspire against the cold of the room. His stomach turned, an empty coldness.

Knocking followed.

"It isn't." It isn't you. That was all he could do against the thrum of fear through his body. Eyes seared him through the door, and his eyes burned with tears. Tears of anger burned him, and tears of sadness cooled his heart. All he wanted was to tear the door off its hinges.

Whether to scream her away, and welcome her back into his arms he was unsure. Would he make his same mistake? Would he scare her off once more? Would she force her way into his heart once again? Force her way into his everything? The way she had before?

"No." He breathed, his breath into the cold room. More knocking.

"Go. I want you to go." More knocking, as if to say 'I will never go'. The way she had before. Dragging him down into depths of instability. Had he given her any option? He persisted, holding her down with the passion of his intense love. But was it not her, who drove him to those insane lengths? Matching her intense adoration was part of their passionate dance that ended in tragedy.

Her knock repeated, like saying 'you know that isn't true'. Was it not true? Would she come back even if he wanted her to?

"If it was you would you come back?" The one thing he wanted, he was given no response. A chill went through him then a flash of heat. A flash of anger. Why come to toy with his mind and heart more than she already had?

"Answer me. Would you come back?" A singular knock.

As if to say 'no'. No? What answer is no? If not the answer he already knew? Isn't ‘no’ the answer he truly desired? Had he lied to himself all this time?

The wrath of God cut through him. What torments him? What has the audacity to torment him more than it has already? Her. Her spirit continued to torment him, through violence and wanting. What did he want? What did she desire? Did she desire to torment him? It was her one true desire.

Of course, how could he not see it sooner. How could he not see how weak and foolish he was to fall to her traps of love? Her dark fabrics, and raven hair. Her silver chains, and dark makeup entrapped him.

More knocks, six to be exact, rang through his skull. An evil noise that tore his heart out, the way their ending had. Had she not done enough to him? Had her obsessive calling, consistent hours of bickering over nonsense?

'Where have you been? Who's calling? What's wrong with you? Why don't you love me anymore? Why don't you answer my calls?' Constantly, never allowing his heart space to beat on its own. Were the questions unwarranted? Had he done better? Not precisely. Yet, it tore him apart when he no longer had her.

Oh! How his heart pounded, like the knocking that carried on through his room. Though his heart and head both told him two different things. To chase her off. To pull her back in. What was it he wanted?

"I said go!" He breathed, throat raw from the hours of crying. A single knock sounded and no more. As if to say 'no' once more.

"Is it even you?" He choked out, pushing his heavy body. It was like he had been dragged through glass, each emotion he felt stabbing him like a new shard.

Another knock. No, or yes?

"Is it you?" He bellowed, with instant regret. It was his yelling that soured their bond. He yelled for reasons. But it was the yelling that played a large part.

His head throbbed, and he flopped back down onto his stomach in pain. The room spun, that same darkness squeezed him once more, his heart cried 'no more!'. Could Sam take more? No, no more. It was time for an end.

"I do not want you back, go." He breathed, cold breath coming out into the room. He dragged his weakened body from the bed, the floor feeling false under his feet.

Yet another knock. Another no?

"Did you want me back?" No response.

"Go!" He screamed, and his eyes throbbed behind his head.

"Why have you come?" The knocking started again. Monotonous and cruel.

"Did you come to mess with me? Did you come here, to try and convince me to take you back? Do you want to come back? What is it, what do you want?!" Tripping over a dark object on the ground, he fell just before the door. Seeing the black socks under the crack of the door. Then more knocks.

Slowly, as Sam listened, his tear ducts gave out.

"Please go. I don't know what it is I want from you, but I can't take it anymore." Louder and louder the knocks increased in volume and force, as if an attempt to remove his door.

"Go, please. Did you want to hurt me? You have, please. Go. Or come back, I can't take anymore. I'll have either." Pleading, his arms rubbed against the ground and the cold chafed his skin.

As Sam's heart weakened, the knocks did as well. Was it a wait for him to crack? Was she waiting for him to get to the point where he could take no more?

Broken sobs tore through his broken lungs, and he shivered from the cold. The socks slipped away down the hall, yet the knocks continued to sound through his head. And for each question he asked, a singular knock came in response.

The soft steps retreated, but the knocking did not. And the cry of Sam's heart continued to plead for 'no more'.

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I love Sam, he's such a cutie pie <3